#I still feel like absolute shite btw

[tragedykery]

things that would, if not fix me, at least improve my current situation somewhat: being knocked out by a comically large rubber mallet

[1roentgen]

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[acupofqueercoffee]

Hey there again!! How are you doing? So, I had an idea about Andy (as usual, this time it is smutty tho) and I wanted to know if you would be willing to do it, so I was thinking of a very angry Dark!Andromache thing (it's weird to think about her as dark, I know, but hear me out) where reader is a new immortal, she has a very bubbly personality and wears cute fluffy clothes (tiny flower skirts and dresses, cloud thigh highs, bows in her hair, flower tiaras, all that adorable thing that makes everyone coo), Andy is the first one to meet her (let's say reader became immortal during the group's apart time) and reader starts to fear Andy because of her murdering talents and all that jazz, Andy doesn't like that one bit something among the lines of "You are like me, you'll become a murderer too" and reader is absolutely terrified, cying and doing her best to run and deny and after some time of stalking and screaming Andy loses her patience and decides to break the stubbornness out of the reader by making her absolutely mind-broken, I saw one of your imagines had dubious consent, that's kind off what I am going for here she takes reader to a place (that will depend on you, you can make it a house or a hotel, or something else entirely, go wild) and starts overstimulating the reader, using her to pleasure herself, once again GO WILD. She makes reader promise and repeat that shes gonna obey Andy and makes her pass out of exhaustion, and when reader wakes up she's all snuggled up and Andy (very manipulatively) reminds her of her promises and reader (being the adorable little thing she is) submits to Andy completely.

What do you think? I know it has a lot of serious stuff on it, so if you don't feel comfortable to write it, it's completely chill, I read your message about how your not in a good place right now and I wanted to tell you that your writing is absolutely amazing, your words are so well placed and every paragraph makes me feel butterflies dance on my stomach, in a summary, your writing is absolutely amazing!!!

Btw, thank you for your amazing imagines of Andy, i read them constantly and my hunger for your writing just grows!!! (I read some of the Lesso ones too and I shall tell you, I watched the movie entirely because of you ;^;)

Oooooooh 🌝 first of all, just wow, your mind! this has so much potential ( i just hope that my writing will be able to live up to how i've pictured it in my mind :')) )

and second of all, i’m sorry for the late response. I keep getting distracted quite easily these days and can barely get in the zone to write. I mean i do finish a couple of lines a day but welp :3 it’s just been hard for me to sit still and write. which is to say, while i have no qualms about putting your intriguing idea, which honestly i’m quite excited to start toying around with, into words, i still have some unfinished works that i need to see through. the problem here is that i’m finding it rather challenging to solely concentrate on writing in general because i keep getting sidetracked 🥲 so if it’s ok with you, i’d like to…well, save it for later when i’m really reeeeeally in the mood. that way, i can execute it to the very best of my ability.

also, i have a couple of questions.

by the group’s apart time, do you mean something like at the start of the film where they’ve all been travelling individually around the world before we see them reuniting once more?

annnnd just wanna make sure. “using her to pleasure herself” do you mean andy using the reader to pleasure herself?

i know i've said this before but you're an absolute sweetheart. seeing this in my inbox literally made me so gleefully giddy! i love andy so much. i enjoy writing for her and i plan to keep on doing it. it sucks that as much as i can imagine and picture things so easily, i'm not really the fastest writer. i can produce words neither quickly nor effortlessly and with my wavering concentration in the mix, ugh just absolute shite :'))

[applesfallingfromblondehair]

You’ve written it so well that you’re like no Ross isn’t a rebound or a plan B but when you do a reread (different anon btw just also did a recent reread) I truly think that Matty would still choose George if he was given the opportunity. It’s not like George is single and Matty has chosen Ross, Matty literally can’t have George in any real way right now and is choosing the safe and stable option, just like what George is doing. I truly believe that if George showed up in NY and was like I broke up with Charli, let’s do this then Matty would grab that Italian take out and follow him anywhere (just a quick pit stop for a tattoo cover up before they go anywhere). They just have a history and connection that sadly I don’t think can be matched by Ross no matter how sweet he is. The thing with Matty and George just seems like something you don’t move on from and there will always be a what if in the back of their minds. The NY chapter was so sweet but they’re also in a bubble and that isn’t realistic for life. In a few weeks they go back to living in tight quarters with George 24/7 and I don’t think Matty has moved on, more out of sight out of mind. Especially if George is going to be nice and understanding now which is harder to hate than when he was being an asshole.

I know we have the tattoo and the remix coming up which is cringe, but is it wrong? They said goodbye to each other and Matty is now with Ross. Just like George couldn’t be mad at Matty’s actions because he had a girlfriend, Matty has Ross now and George doesn’t belong to him in any capacity. He made his choices and I don’t think George owes Matty anything in this regard.

And come on, that goodbye scene in the last chapter. That was heartbreaking, clearly two people that truly want each other but the timing and situations aren’t aligning.

God DAMN this is long. This is like one of those emails I usually reply "please see my answers below in green" to, except I can't do it here on tumblr and also this is MUCH MORE FUN, obviously. 😂 Alright, here we fucking go. *cracks knuckles*

Matty would still choose George if he was given the opportunity: I feel like this is correct in some way, and I feel like Normal People has both made me and ruined me as an author, because I am now an absolute sucker for the will-they-won't-they star-crossed lovers dynamic, the couple that seems to be destined to be together but also who doesn't ever seem to align at any time. Or better, they do, but it never seems to last for whatever reason. (Mostly, because they don't talk to each other much.) And I know I shouldn't draw comparisons between me and actually celebrated published authors because now you'll all think my writing is shite, but please be aware that that's the kind of heartache I'm shooting for. So no, you're not wrong here at all.

If George showed up, Matty would immediately go with him: honestly, I don't think it's that simple. And I'm not saying this because I'm rooting for the healthy relationship here, even if in some capacity I am, but because it's just not that simple. But again, I see where you're coming from with this and it seems to be that eternal loop of going back to the One Person You Think Is Your Person even if the Person hurt you over and over again, or maybe more accurately you can't seem to stop hurting each other. I get it, and it's a valid point too.

The NY chapter was so sweet but they’re also in a bubble and that isn’t realistic for life: yeah, very true. More on this next week, you're definitely bang on on this. But also, let them be happy for a while you monster 😭

I don’t think Matty has moved on, more out of sight out of mind: I mean, it's hard to 'move on' from someone like that, especially in such a short period of time. Have you ever considered Christmas bringing about surprises, though? 👀

In conclusion, I'm not saying what's right or wrong because I don't want to ruin everything (and honestly because I'm still making key decisions but shhhh don't tell anyone okay?) but I love your analysis and how in depth you go, and all of the points you brought up are extremely good.

I am so blessed to have such engaged readers like you and I LOVE discussing these things, so please never stop sending these in. I adore you guys ❤️

[2-cute-4-school]

𝚗𝚌𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚢, 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜/𝚘

a/n: hiiiii so i decided to make this a 2in1 reaction; basically i just put together 2 of my requests that were *in my opinion* closely related. hope y’all don’t mind and enjoy!! ( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅

requested by annonies: ‘Hey.. could you please do nct dream reaction to s/o having high fever and just wants cuddls? 🥺 like how would they take care of them.. make it fluffy please.’ & ‘nct dream reaction to their s/o being EXTREMELY tired and then like ummmmm cuddling and stuff maybe?? *uwuing in the distance*’

Mark Lee

okay but just imagine this (๑◕︵◕๑)

cuddle sessions when you’re both stretched thin and overworked

even though we all know he isn’t big on skinship i think he would throw all reticence out the window when it’s crystal clear that you both NEED each other ꒰๑˃͈꒳˂͈๑꒱ﾉ*ﾞ̥

so you just crawl under the bankets into his arms and you both just lay together in silence just enjoying each other’s presence

bonus points if he runs his hand through your hair and you trace shapes with the pads of your fingers on his skin (´,,•ω•,,)♡

it would probaby take a couple of lazy kisses and if you’re really really soft he might just hum some song lowly in your ear

just a lil heads up:

you ain’t getting out of his arms ‘til next morning so better hope you peed beforehand and have a bottle of water in reach (ಠ‿↼)

the only thing that would make him get up without a second thought?

if you’re feverish because of your exhaustion

his worry wouldn’t allow him to settle down until he’s 110% sure he made everything in his power to keep you comfortable 

“cold towels, water, painkillers just in case, is there anything i’m forgetting? babe, should i make you some tea-”

“mark, you know what would make me feel SO much better?”

“huh?” ｢(ﾟ<ﾟ)ﾞ??

“CUDDLES, BABE, CUDDLES!!” (╬ Ò ‸ Ó)

you don’t have to say that twice, your man is tucking you into his side in an instant flash ain’t got nothing on mark, he’s a man on a mission

he’ll try to stay awake long enough to make sure you’ve fallen asleep properly since he knows your fever won’t go away without proper rest

might hover over you the next morning too!! ( ≧Д≦)

Huang Renjun

this boy would FRET like CONSTANTLY

especially if you develop a fever 

he keeps piling up a lot of stuff in your room, anything he deems would be potentially helpful at some point is surrounding your bed

“jun, why tf is a cactus on my nightstand?” Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

“what if haechan walks through the door?”

“... understandable” ¯\_( ◉ 3 ◉ )_/¯

your room looks like a deposit at this point and you’ve tried to drag him to bed more times than you can count

but he’s restless ༼ ಥ ‿ ಥ ༽

until your frustration topples over and you’re on the verge of tears as you ask him for ✨cuddles ✨

he might actually feel bad for not joining you earlier so he’s gonna be EXTRA soft with you enjoy it while you can

he’s gonna pepper kisses all over you as he encases you in his lil arms and nuzzles his face into the crown of your head (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

he’s ready to offer free massages or head scratches!!!! LIMITED OFFER DON’T MISS OUT!!!

also he’s ready for literally anything

fever? medicine and wet towels nearby. thirst? 4 bottles of water AND gatorade. hunger? your favourite take out is waiting. any intruders? cactus is right by his hand. cuddles? CUDDLES!!!!! (۶* ‘ꆚ’)۶”

i think he’ll probably stay up even after you fell asleep, reading about how exhaustion affects one’s body and how to help i just think he’s a really wholesome person despite his all ‘don’t talk to him he angy’ character

but he’s still SO attentive to you!!

he’s down to anything that would make you feel better and if that means 20 hours of non stop cuddling so be it (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Lee Jeno

i think he’d be REALLY clingy with you even in normal circumstances kind of like how he’s with mark ya know

so your affected well-being will just give him an extra reason to evolve to his ULTIMATE LEVEL OF PHYSICAL AFFECTION◝( ′ㅂ`)و ̑̑

he won’t let you lift A FINGER

my man is cuddling you even while standing up (灬 ♡ ω ♡ 灬)

he’s also going to insist on carrying you anywhere even if it’s just from the bed to the bathroom this boi is strong you have no excuse to shy away from him he won’t let you

you have no chance at escaping him btw his arms are made of iron when it comes to cuddles good luck prying them off you

and even though he’s clearly focusing on your requested cuddles, he’ll ask you from time to time if you need anything, how you’re feeling, if you’re comfortable

lowkey uses the excuse of checking your temperature to give you endless forehead kithes cuz he can (*＾∀ﾟ)ъ

he also becomes kind of hyperaware of every little move you make

you shiver? he’s cocooning you in yet another blanket. you’re becoming restless? he adjusts your cuddling position until you’re fully comfortable.

NOTHING gets past him ┌༼ σ ‸ σ ༽┐

idk why but i have a hunch that jeno sleeps like a rock

so if he happens to fall asleep too and you need to get up? pfft yeah sure better call for a crane to lift you up from the bed  ૮( ᵒ̌ૢꇴᵒ̌ૢ )ა｡

he’s also going to be EXTREMELY cranky if anyone dares interrupt your extended cuddle session this is strictly ‘only y/n and jeno time’

he might also entertain you with a few pictures of his cats if you’re feeling soft or ugly pictures of his members if you need a good laugh

would totally recommend leaving yourself in jeno’s care!! ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡

Lee Haechan

he would LIVE for your cuddle sessions (●♡∀♡))

despite that, he WOULDN’T STAND you being uncomfortable for a single second if he can do something against that

i think he’s the type of person who wouldn’t leave even the smallest of papercuts untreated when it comes to his partner so exhaustion? fever? yeah no. frickin. way. ┐(;Ծ⌓Ծ;)┌

and after he’s absolutely sure he has everything you might need nearby and put a cold cloth on your forehead and made sure you were hydrated and well fed

he finally climbs into bed with you and just SMOTHERS the shite outta you i’m not even kidding ꒰๑*´ᗜ`*꒱*›◡‹꒱꒱

he’s full on *leech mode*, kisses and nuzzles and gentle caresses

and best part of the package? this man is a walking spotify premium!!

you get to choose whatever song you want and switch with no ads and he has no complaints since his payment is already made in cuddles

you thought this was the end of it?? SIKE

also an entertainment king!!  ୧༼✿ ͡◕ д ◕͡ ༽୨

we all know he probably has shit on all of the members and he’s not shy to do some harmless story telling to put you in a good mood

so just imagine and try coming up with anything better

sleepy you engulfed in the sunshine himself’s arms, tightly cradled against him with his soothing honey voice murmuring and humming to you and only you ˭̡̞(◞⁎˃ᆺ˂)◞*✰

his protective side might surface too btw

no one is allowed near you and if someone somehow managed to bother you? oh hell naw  🙃

now they’re on hyuck’s black list good luck mate

his babie gets the royalty treatment in those times guaranteed

Na Jaemin

he’s a doting boyfriend either way i think we can all agree on that

but you clinging to him and asking for cuddles? you not feeling well?

yeah not on his watch mother hen in action part the sea (ﾉ･ｪ･)ﾉ

i don’t think he’d panic tho, his only struggle would be postponing the cuddles you’re asking for while he prepares something to eat and a tea and fluffs up the pillows and blankets he’s gathered (oꆤ︵ꆤo)

but once he’s done?

yeah you’re bundled in a mountain of softness and most importantly? our cuddle bug jaemin (♡ >ω< ♡)

he’ll keep you propped up against his chest while he feeds you himself, proper care is something unskippable in his agenda

but after that any cuddling position is FREE REAL ESTATE!!

anything his baby wants, his baby gets ෆ╹ .̮ ╹ෆ

but for the sake of his mental stability he’d prefer to be in a position from where he can see you

boi is too worried to let you out of his sight so he’s aiming to be the big spoon or facing you directly 三 ( ◜◡‾)っ)⁰▿⁰)

he’ll help you fall asleep in any way he can

he’ll caress your back, your arms, he’ll softly massage your neck and shoulders, he has a playlist ready for sleepy moods

he is PREPARED ٩(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و

he checks your temperature every so often and he grumbles with a pout if it doesn’t seem to be going down

but if it comes down to it he won’t hesitate to ask someone to bring some medicine and if your exhaustion and/or fever doesn’t relent he’ll insist on getting checked by a doctor

it would break his heart to see you so weak and no ammount of cuddles could repair it until he sees you up and healthy again (◕⌓◕;)

but he’ll do all the pampering in the world so don’t worry

Zhong Chenle

i think he would hesitate at first but only because he’s kinda scared he’ll only make it worse and he WOULDN’T want that ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )

eventually i guess he’d step out to call his mum for help before he pulls some bull like ‘let’s do some math it’s gonna be fun’ and you lose your shit like no thanks fam i wanna live (┛ಠДಠ)┛彡┻━┻

he’ll listen RELIGIOUSLY to his mum’s advice 

makes you some chamomile exactly how you like it, probably pulls together something small to eat but won’t force you

what he will force you to take is some medicine you ain’t dying on his watch (๑･`▱´･๑)

and most importantly... DAEGAL CUDDLES!!!! imagine getting to cuddle every nctzen’s bias

he might get *a little* jelly tho if you pay too much attention to her tho

so he makes up some dumb excuse about dog hair aggravating your fever or some dubious other reason why you have to let go of his puppy and cuddle HIM!! ೕ(•̀ᴗ•́)

he’ll do that cute thing where he leans his forehead against yours to check your temperature he has to be extra until the end

and before you go to sleep he’ll  try to prod at you to tell him what caused you to be so exhausted that you developed a fever might nag at you too about how unheathy it is to let it get to that point

he just wants to help okay? baby is worried in his own way ( •́ ∧ •̀ )

if there’s ANYTHING he can do to help consider it done by the time you wake up he’ll ALWAYS go an extra mile for you

and chenle wants to make sure you are aware of that and can lean on him so it never gets to this point again

but for the time being... it’s cuddles and relaxation time!! ✧(๑✪д✪)۶

better believe he’s already preparing a spa day for both of you to enjoy like the  ✨spicy ✨ bitches you are

Park Jisung

his heartbeat accelerates

and unfortunately it’s not because he’s flustered shame (#ﾟﾛﾟ#)

his only thought when he sees you with bag under your eyes and a cold wet cloth on your forehead is ‘shit, they’re dying wait no censor the first part i can’t get my mouth washed with soap but... poop, they’re dying’

ONE step away from calling for an ambulance or morgue in his mind

he SWEARS he’ll let you teach him how to ride a bycicle as long as you get out of this safe and sound (╬⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾ Д ⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾)

he’s a bit of a mess, but he’s your cute mess

it would take *quite* a bit of reassurance that you’re going to be fine after a good night’s sleep and some jisung time for him to somewhat relax

his cheeks will flush once he curls himself around your form no matter how many times you’ve cuddled before

but once you sigh blissfully once he wraps his arms around you, it’s game over for him ε=(｡♡ˇд ˇ♡｡）

he MELTS against you

he’ll caress your head and gently scratch your scalp, lays kisses on your cheeks/forehead/crown of your head

but he will also fret every time you toss and turn or you make any sound that seems ‘distressed’ to him

we all know he can sleep anywhere under a frickin carpet so he won’t have any problems adjusting to whatever works for you since all that matters to him atm is that you’re comfortable (♡ >ω< ♡)

he just wants you to get better faster

he’ll talk to you in a hushed voice, encouraging and praising you and assuring you that once you’re all better he’ll help you with whatever you need and EVERYTHING will be well in the end ٩(ó｡ò۶ ♡)

he’s a senstitive person so he just wants to be there for you in any shape and form he can be

[badwolfrunning]

Family & Bonds AU Headcanons

I an dabbling in a couple of AU’s currently. Primarily what I have posted is a Family and Bonds AU titled....Family Bonds. (original. v crafty. wow.) Anyway, lengthy post under the cut.

I shifted the family tree from Bonds in order to accommodate the incredible characters designed by middlewarnersibling in Family to be the Warner trio's parents, and I love that story line for them. 

In Bonds, it seemed odd that Bosko would some how not notice his lover's aging or just how she managed to keep all three kids a secret, but I figured, one was totally possible and that one child was Slakko, their father from Family. So it goes like this:

Oswald and Ortensia have a daughter named Odelia. 

Odelia has an affair with Bosko Warner

Culminating in middlewarnersibling’s character Slakko Warner. Odelia still never tells Bosko and before the baby arrives, Bosko’s bleeding heart brother, Kokko offers to marry Odelia so the baby at least appears “legit.” 

So Kokko becomes the Warner trio’s legal grandfather.

According to Family, Slakko meets Ophelia, a cat toon who sings and dances. They hook up and reluctantly wind up in a shotgun marriage and eventually all three kids are born.

Yakko is approx 5-6 years older than Dot and 3 years older than Wakko, putting him solidly in the middle. 

Their birthdays are all in different seasons; I have decided Dot is mid-late June, Wakko is early October and Yakko is January, so their age gap gets all wonky at certain times of the year.

Babs and Buster were actually about 14/15 respectively at the launch of Tiny Toon Adventures which makes them both a couple years Yakko's senior. 

I also think it makes for an excellent joke about Yakko always gunning for older women.  

(For future reference, yes this makes Buster a solid 7 years older than Dot.) 

The rest of the primary Tiny Toons crew is pretty much on par with the exception of Hampton and Dizzy who I headcanon as younger by about a yearish. 

(Why yes, Yakko and Dot both have deep seated parental trauma, why do you ask? Wakko does too but it uh....comes out in a different way.)

I headcanon an interesting arch for Slakko which involves something of redemption? In Bonds while Bosko is on the hunt for the Warners he finds this other Warner and decides to see if he has any information. Slakko is living alone in a bit of a shite apartment and mostly keeps to himself and has been ok at staying out of bigger trouble. So when Bosko and his boys arrive at his door he's suspicious and ready to make it a fight if he has to. But there isn't much of a fight; Bosko demands to know where the trio is, Slakko honestly has no idea but Bosko doesn't believe him. The weasels and whomever else Bosko brought as his cronies beat the shit out of him but he holds true to his story.

So Bosko finally believes him. More or less. He doesn't want to have to come back here so he decides to make sure that Slakko can't ever 'see' his children again and has whomever's with him hold him down and burn his eyes with dip. So Slakko's left blinded, injured and probably should be dead but he's not.

Yakko remembers that his folks hardly ever reported an injury or used a hospital unless they absolutely had to. So, close to the end of the show Yakko finds out his father actually used medical services and decides to figure out how to get himself listed as an emergency contact. Not that he intended to ever come to assist but more so that he can make sure to be notified of anything particularly fatal. In Family, he lamented that he never got to say goodbye to their mother and as much as he disagrees with him, Yakko never wants to miss that chance again. So, post Bonds, he ends up finding out about Slakko's sudden blindness and discreetly, not to the knowledge of Slakko or his sibs, decides to help out. Just this once, is Yakko's reasoning.

Um....some cute things I headcanon....

I kept Wakko's diabetes....not cute but like, it's more light hearted than that other stuff tbh

Also not 100% cute: Babs continues to go to therapy to address things like depression and PTSD but it takes some....convincing for Yakko to see someone again. Especially after being made to on the lot. But after a particularly bad night he agrees to give it a shot. 

Basically, they coax each other through episodes and have learned to spot when they're each using coping mechanisms in harmful ways and call each other out on it. They make a fantastic team.

They also don’t totally shy away from the conversations with their daughters. They introduce what’s appropriate and with their age gap that can be tricky.

They both also have a very....interesting time being parents early on. Babs is waiting to see if she'll feel what her mother must have felt that made her leave them in a huff and Yakko's struggling to come to terms with the fact that there was nothing wrong with him, his father just never wanted them. Basically they're looking for when another shoe will drop but it won't because they don't just love their kid, they wanted them. 

They got to make a choice their parents didn't.

I do have fankids for Babs and Yakko, both girls, both named after powerful women in art and history. Lucille Ophelia and Jacqueline Madeline. (If any of you know the Madeline namesake I will be impressed AF)

Lucille very strictly goes by Lu, call her Lucy and you die (unless you're Wakko. This kid plays favorites and he is it.) and she is a handful of a teenager. Sharp tongued and sharp witted.

Jackqueline, or Jackie, is 5 years younger and is so naive and sweet it hurts and she is Daddy's Girl capital D. Yes, at first they figured she was just masterful at the cuteness game like Dot was but as it turns out, she's got that Wakko style innocence.

Babs jokes that she's clearly actually Wakko's kid. (There is absolutely no possible way for that to be true. Which is why it's funny instead of suspicious.)

They have both watched Animaniacs and Tiny Toon Adventures and just to piss off her dad, Lu says Tiny Toons is her favorite.

Skippy, like Dot, had a dance focus and so, in a few years' time, she's gonna run into him on the set of a music video. That'll be fun!

Babs and Yakko have pissed of more than one director for going off on what appear to be essentially joke tangents but it's actually the two of them attempting to out do each other until there's a clear winner. They are both spotlight hogging, competitive lil shits.

It's Babs' idea for Wakko to try fronting the band he's in and his bandmate get stupidly jealous and steals his girl....oops.

Dot is stupidly beautiful and very much lovable (wow. shocking.) And some poor poor blue bunny is gonna fall face first into a sitcom level affair....and since he can't tell either of his best bros about it he ends up drunkenly calling Babs who just laughs her ass off the whole time.

Yakko can play chess in his head. Like...he doesn't need the board. He can just keep track of the pieces. (Honestly, having to be so damn smart is a complex brought on the physical and verbal abuse from his father.)

Wakko....honestly, as smart as he can be and as righteous as he is, he has that Warner independence streak something bad after touring. He tries a bit much and ends up starting a fight with someone and long story short, he's caught with that twink stuff from Family (unfortunate name tbh basically, think crack.) 

Yakko is obviously beside himself and Dot is more or less oblivious as she's at university at this point. Basically, shit hits the fan and the brothers split. 

Dot tries to keep in touch with Wakko but he severs the connection from both his sibs.

Wakko does get clean. He also falls in love with a remarkable human toon named Jesse.

He’s also still friends with Foghorn, who is actually a pretty great support in all of this.

I headcanon Wakko as demi homosexual.

Much to her own surprise, Babs LOVES being a mom. 

Yakko struggles with partnership. A lot of what goes into being a parent are things he’s already experienced and he has a hard time NOT being a know it all and actually partnering with his wife....it’s a fun dynamic.

Yakko also still has a crush on Max Goof that he SWORE he was over but after seeing him at random very much IS NOT.

It's not just Wakko making horrible choices btw. Sorry this was meant to be the cute stuff....uh....

Both Yakko and Wakko walk with their sister at her wedding (told you things will circle back!)

[purplesunrisefanfic]

Would you be willing to share a couple of YOUR Abby fantasies with us, your adoring, always horny, Abby simping fans?

Sure! And thank you, this was a fun ask ❤️💕💪

Abby Sexual Fantasties

(Abby/reader OR a mixture of Abby/author and Abby/GN!reader)

Fair warning, my fantasies are even more high-key kinky than my fics so major warning for very graphic and explicit sexual content, hardcore BDSM and arguable edgeplay. Also, as far I’m concerned Abby switches, don’t @ me about your HCs that she’s a rigid “top” or whatever else, @ me about your graphic sexual fantasies of Abby instead. 😈

I don’t want to warn in detail and thereby effectively imply I have caught everything that might need a warning because I fear I will miss something, so anyone who has specific triggers, please inbox me the specifics (Anon is on) and I’ll reply either saying this post is fine or with a redacted version suitable for you personally. And please do ask, I’m happy to help with this stuff. 💛

Gender and Bodies Note: I have written this in two different formats. The first was using “you” so it’s easier to reader-insert but the “you” is based on my fantasies, ie me and the body I have. I’m AFAB (and not knowingly intersex) with my original layout/plumbing and am comfortable with all the sex options my body has available. As far as I’m aware I don’t reference anything that couldn’t work the same for someone who has had a vaginoplasty, except that I talk about getting extremely wet beyond what might be possible for many vagina-havers. Maybe even most other vagina-havers tbh, bc I have a noted ability to get soaked way beyond what most people who self-lubricate can. It’s actually partly a coping thing that it so regularly features in my fantasies tbh because it helps to think of it in sexy way when the actual reality is that trying to get off is often like trying to build up friction on a freakin’ slip n’ slide! 😂

If you don’t want to read a “you” with such characteristics, scroll down and I’ll rewrite the necessary sections with an “I” so you can read these with an author-insert instead of a reader-insert. Look for a line made of emojis.

Reminder: App/mobile site = no read more breaks, don’t @ me, @ Tumblr bc it annoys the eff outta me too! (Tumblr, if you’re listening, please please fix this shite ASAP.)

Abby/Reader version (Warning: This version is body-specific):

Assuming, which I do, that @pinkchubbiebunnie is correct that Abby cannon has a hairpulling kink, (well spotted and much appreciated detail btw, thank you, Tanisha! Hope you enjoy these as well they seem like your sort of thing too 😍) Tying up Abby’s wrists with rope then braiding the rope into her hair and tying the rope onto her braid so that every time she’s overwhelmed with desire and starts to struggle against the rope it pulls her hair and teases her some more. Edging her like that until she breaks, her face covered in sweat while she pleads for release. Once you give it to her, you don’t stop and she struggles again when she becomes overwhelmed with pleasure, but struggling pulls on her hair again which intensifies the overstimulation. Tears in her eyes, she pleads for you to stop (but doesn’t actually safeword) so you offer/remind her that she can safeword. She breaks eye contact, her already flushed face starts burning and she shakes her head. You tilt her head back up, forcing eye contact. “So you don’t really want me to stop?” you question her evilly, just to make her say that she does want you to stop, but she doesn’t want you to have to do what she wants, she wants you free to ignore her. Her lip trembles when she tells you to use her how you please, breaking off mid-sentence to whimper, utterly overwhelmed because you haven’t let up on her clit this whole time. You make her come once more, and she finishes up an absolute mess. You think you ought to stop there, and lay off touching her further, until she softly asks you, in a small voice with pleasing eyes, to put on her strap and fuck her with that because she feels desperately empty after all that stimulation.

Flip-side: Her and Manny are ultimate bros and ultimate dom bros. You’re in a lifestyle BDSM situation with her and have to get yourself used to the fact that she’ll spank you in her shared apartment whenever you deserve it, whether Manny is around or not. Equally, you see some of Manny’s poly rotation facing the same from time-to-time. You don’t have orgies or even have sex when Manny is there (or vice versa) but they both feel discipline can’t wait. He’s respectful and super discreet about it, which low-key feels nice/destigmatising but high-key feels embarrassing as hell that he sees this stuff without ever bringing it up in conversation with you. You always wonder if part of his charismatic grin is teasing you that he knows what the “special necklace” you always wear really means. Oh, and between her muscles and her hands which are calloused from all the physical and soldier work, she can spank you hard and long without needing a paddle.

She’s figured out how to pack discreetly with something firm enough to fuck you with, and when you patrol together she’ll take any opportunity to give you a taste. She never lets you orgasm while you’re out and makes sure you’re always walking around soaked through your clothes and grateful your trousers don’t show an obvious colour difference. She always eats her supper (“supper” = British for evening meal.*) super slowly on those days. Anytime you seem like you might be relaxing during the meal or becoming less needy, she makes suggestive eye contact and squeezes one of your thighs between hers under the table, letting you feel the toy between her legs so she’s sure you don’t get a break from feeling desperate for her. You end up having all your patrol group believing your old minor knee injury (which doesn’t really cause you any proper trouble) always gets painful towards the end of patrol days because you always blame that for why you get noticeably quiet and jumpy by the end of a patrol day.

She’ll play really sadistically if you ask her to. (Content warning: this is about to get into the details of that). With that, she won’t use any bondage, just her raw ability to overpower you without even breaking out in a sweat. She’ll pinch and pull at your nipples, grab you by your hair and drag you around. She’ll absolutely cover your thighs in hickeys (and you tend to have to bite hard to leave a mark on a thigh) on the way to going down on you. She keeps her nails short for practical reasons, but she knows how to grab you and angle her fingers so you feel her nails sink into anyway. She picked up enough medical knowledge that she knows where and how she can safely hurt you. Abby can control herself and her voice so you get her steeliest tone and expression while she makes you scream and cry. That type of treatment makes your clit swell like hell and you get so wet from it that it’s obvious and embarrassing. And Abby loves to make that worse by drawing attention to how wet it makes you, taunting you about how much you like her brutal treatment. She’ll sometimes slip her fingers inside just to be able to coat them in your juices so she can smear them over your body. Smirking, she’ll coo about how you’ll let her do whatever the fuck she wants with you. If she feels like using her strap on, she’ll slip it inside you briefly at first, only to pull it out, shove you to your knees and make you suck it spotlessly clean of your own taste before she’ll consider actually fucking you with it. Afterwards, she cleans you up gently and tends to any little injuries (she never does anything dangerous). She’s takes hold of you a little possessively, reminding you that no one but her gets to treat you like that, and she’d kill anyone who tried. Then she showers you with love and praise, holding you protectively until you fall asleep.

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Abby/GN! Reader & Abby/Author version:

(Still uses “you” with one alteration to the original) Assuming, which I do that @pinkchubbiebunnie is correct that Abby cannon has a hairpulling kink, (well spotted and much appreciated detail btw, thank you, Tanisha!) Tying up Abby’s wrists with rope then braiding the rope into her hair and tying the rope onto her braid so that every time she’s overwhelmed with desire and starts to struggle against the rope it pulls her hair and teases her some more. Edging her like that until she breaks, her face covered in sweat while she pleads for release. Once you give it to her, you don’t stop and she struggles again when she becomes overwhelmed with pleasure, but struggling pulls on her hair again which intensifies the overstimulation. Tears in her eyes, she pleads for you to stop (but doesn’t actually safeword) so you offer/remind her that she can safeword. She breaks eye contact, her already flushed face starts burning and she shakes her head. You tilt her head back up, forcing eye contact. “So you don’t really want me to stop?” you question her evilly, just to make her say that she does want you to stop, but she doesn’t want you to have to do what she wants, she wants you free to ignore her. Her lip trembles when she tells you to use her how you please, breaking off mid-sentence to whimper, utterly overwhelmed because you haven’t let up on her clit this whole time. You make her come once more, and she finishes up an absolute mess. You think you ought to stop there, and lay off touching her further, until she softly asks you, in a small voice with pleasing eyes, to please use your fingers or whatever else you want to penetrate her because she feels desperately empty after all that stimulation.

(Unaltered from “you”/reader-insert bc no body-specifics) Flip-side: Her and Manny are ultimate bros and ultimate dom bros. You’re in a lifestyle BDSM situation with her and have to get yourself used to the fact that she’ll spank you in her shared apartment whenever you deserve it, whether Manny is around or not. Equally, you see some of Manny’s poly rotation facing the same from time-to-time. You don’t have orgies or even have sex when Manny is there (or vice versa) but they both feel discipline can’t wait. He’s respectful and super discreet about it, which low-key feels nice/destigmatising but high-key feels embarrassing as hell that he sees this stuff without ever bringing it up in conversation with you. You always wonder if part of his charismatic grin is teasing you that he knows what the “special necklace” you always wear really means. Oh, and between her muscles and her hands which are calloused from all the physical and soldier work, she can spank hard and long without needing a paddle.

She’s figured out how to pack discreetly with something firm enough to fuck me with, and when we patrol together she’ll take any opportunity to give me a taste. She never lets me orgasm while we’re out and makes sure I’m always walking around soaked through my clothes and grateful my trousers don’t show an obvious colour difference. She always eats her supper (“supper” = British for evening meal.*) super slowly on those days. Anytime I seem like I might be relaxing during the meal or becoming less needy, she makes suggestive eye contact and squeezes one of my thighs between hers under the table, letting me feel the toy between her legs so she’s sure I don’t get a break from feeling desperate for her. I end up having all our patrol group believing my old minor knee injury (which doesn’t really cause me any proper trouble) always gets painful towards the end of patrol days because I always blame that for why I get noticeably quiet and jumpy by the end of a patrol day.

She’ll play really sadistically if I ask her to. (Content warning: this is about to get into the details of that). With that, she won’t use any bondage, just her raw ability to overpower me without even breaking out in a sweat. She’ll pinch and pull at my nipples, grab me by my hair and drag my around. She’ll absolutely cover my thighs in hickeys (and you tend to have to bite hard to leave a mark on a thigh) on the way to going down on me. She keeps her nails short for practical reasons, but she knows how to grab me and angle her fingers so I feel her nails sink into anyway. She picked up enough medical knowledge that she knows where and how she can safely hurt me. Abby can control herself and her voice so I get her steeliest tone and expression while she makes me scream and cry. That type of treatment makes my clit swell like hell and I get so wet from it that it’s obvious and embarrassing. And Abby loves to make that worse by drawing attention to how wet it makes me, taunting me about how much I like her brutal treatment. She’ll sometimes slip her fingers inside just to be able to coat them in my juices so she can smear them over my body. Smirking, she’ll coo about how I’ll let her do whatever the fuck she wants with me. If she feels like using her strap on, she’ll slip it inside me briefly at first, only to pull it out, shove me to my knees and make me suck it spotlessly clean of my own taste before she’ll consider actually fucking me with it. Afterwards, she cleans me up gently and tends to any little injuries (she never does anything dangerous). She takes hold of me a little possessively, reminding me that no one but her gets to treat me like that, and she’d kill anyone who tried. Then she showers me with love and praise, holding me protectively until I fall asleep.

*While we’re on this subject, beware using the term “dinner” with Brits bc it’s a different meal in different regions. Somewhere like Newcastle, dinner = lunch whereas in London dinner = evening meal. 🤷‍♀️ We’re a weird country on many counts, that’s the tip of the iceberg.

[sajdd]

oh boy i should not be giving advice on this as my sleep schedule's as shite as yours. But what i'd recommend is going to bed abt 30 minutes earlier every night and gradually adjust - unfortunately if you immediately try to get to bed at your preferred time, you aren't going to get a lick of sleep for days until your body gets used to it and it'll absolutely take you out. Not great. I'd also recommend looking at sleep aids that increase melatonin and aren't addictive - some everyday foods have naturally high amounts of melatonin. ALSO, if you start feeling really sleepy and tired around a normal bed time - say 11pm or so - don't fight it, don't power through unless you really have to. Put everything down, do your ablutions and go directly to bed.

(Having the want to actually go to bed earlier is another thing entirely that I'm still not capable of doing. It just requires a shite ton of self control and motivation to prompt yourself to leave what you're doing and sleep. If you have that and can direct yourself to go to bed earlier, props to you. You're already doing better than me.)

If you haven't completely given up on alarms, set alarms in multiples about an hour or more before you need to wake up. I'd also rec putting your alarm close to your ear (side of your pillow, perhaps?) and turning it up as loud as you can. If you use a phone, play to it's strengths - if it vibrates loudly and aggressively, put it on your side table nearest you without a phone case. (If you don't have a side table - like me - use a book or flat surface next to your bed). Additionally, see if you can't get an alarm which involves light - having both sound and light stimuli might help. If you have given up on alarms though, you're at the mercy of your own circadian rhythm, which is a cruel mistress if your sleep schedule is already stuffed, and especially if your rhythm hates you for some reason. That said, it's worth a try. Focus on a time you want to wake up most and eventually you might adjust towards it - as long as you aren't only sleeping for 5 hours or less prior to it.

As for the hour - it accounts for both the time it takes for you to finally wake, and the time it takes to motivate yourself to actually get out of bed. How much of either you need will depend on how you feel on the day, but it's good to have as a constant.

I hope this helps a bit. I'm going off my own experiences a bit with lack of motivation to go to bed and lack of motivation to get up, but you're definitely a deeper sleeper than I and your reaction to alarms is very different. Most of the time I wake up before my alarms no matter when I set them for some reason, which helps in some cases but also can really limit the time I spend asleep (depends on when my brain decides 'yup, wake time!' - which usually ranges from 10 minutes to an hour beforehand), and if I don't they usually catch me anyway. It'll be a bit more complicated for you, but I have faith you'll work it out and get the sleep you need. Good luck! (Sorry for the long anon, btw lmaoo)

"If you have that and can direct yourself to go to bed earlier, props to you. You're already doing better than me." HOW DO YOU THINK I GOT INTO THIS MESS EROIFDKGJJBNFK i have absolutely no impulse control also my internal clock is batshit insane idk whats going on there

the thing with alarms is i dont even remember waking up to them and turnign them off, ive tried setting up SO many alarms and it literlaly does nothing except for interrupt my sleep and making me more tired in the end :((

the only constant in my life is wasting time and not doing things <33

lol dw its long i appreciate trying to help, sorry if i sound very pessimistic in replying but i do be feeling hopeless out here and it just keeps getting worse :')) someone suggested setting alarms for when i want to go to sleep, instead to wake up, so that i have a time to go sleep, so ill be trying that probably lol

[shijiujun]

History3: Trapped FanMeeting Summary - I am an embarrassment to this fandom

Okay guys let me summarise what happened today for the fanmeet - I fucking, absolutely fucking died - Like I died both from excitement and quality content and more importantly, for BEING A FUCKING EMBARRASSMENT IN FRONT OF CHRIS BUT MORE ON THAT IN A SEPARATE FUCKING POST OH GOD 

General comments on the event: Chris and Jake’s friendship is okay I think, and I guess putting it in perspective, Andy and Kenny are way better at fanservice and knows what the fans want, while Jake firstly isn’t really the kind to really go overboard on the fanservice with Chris due to his personality I feel, although there was still quite a bit of fanservice between them both - But it was more genuine I feel because Jake or Chris would jump in with something clever and a bit flirty, it felt really natural actually - And also because Jake srsly looked confused half the time regarding what they were supposed to do for the games and segments - More on that below

But more importantly I think jake is legit busy with work, and he’s not really a person to do stuff on social media, it’s not in his personality but he tried today hahaha with a post after the event - jake says that whenever he logs on once in a while he always sees chris’ handsome photos and he looks so good, and chris replied that jake looks... down to earth in his photos hahahahaha

So a few highlights:

Freebies!! There are so many freebies from dedicated Taiwanese fans literally just giving out shit for free - banner prints, stickers, hair clips, photo cards etc. - We took a lot and we’re going through what we have right now, but would you guys want some of the freebies? Let me know!!! If the shipping cost makes sense I’m totes fine with sending you guys some of the loot

Saw Jake’s back going into the building in the morning in front of all the fans because I was too slow but I did see his back 

WeStar is literally in the heart of downtown and it was frickin packed - We started queuing at like 11am+? And there were only 2 lifts to get everyone up to the EIGHTH FLOOR and each lift could only hold like less than 15 people? And there were like 700 of us. Luckily my friend and I were in the front of the queue and managed to get upstairs with the second round of lifts (the staff were asking some of us to take the stairs because it was faster, and it wouldn’t be faster if I died on the stairs while getting upstairs)

In terms of organisation - It wasn’t half bad because we were lucky where we were, we were always in the right queue and right area, but there were literally zero directions or instructions on where to queue or how to go upstairs etc. etc.

Too bad we were seated in row 16 which was actually pretty far, and we were blocked by too many people in front of us and i’m literally like 157cm so wow I really was blocked really bad BUT we could still see the stage

There were like two tables in the hall that allowed us to leave gifts for the four of them - So in my other video you guys saw that I actually did deliver the message books! They’ll definitely get it I think, no chance of it dropping out or mistaken for anything else considering the covers

The event actually started more or less on time - And the hosts were great - There’s Xiao Yi and Chen Chen (they’re both hosts from showbiz, the variety show) and they were fucking good as hosts - Xiao Yi has hosted quite a number of their events, and if it wasn’t him the event would have gone a bit differently

They started singing the opening song for the show first together, coming on stage and like rotating turns to sing a line - They tried the boyband formation it was quite hilarious

They introduced themselves as always - And can I be the one to first say that Jake’s fugly shirt - Fashion was absolute shite at his event - At least Chris had like a suit on even tho i take issue with the print on the suit itself, but wow Jake really went for... wannabe gangster loan shark OR grandmother’s quilts put together - i dont know which is worse idk guys, is it just me or my eyes or is it really fugly - Andy and Kenny were perfect tho

So they began with some best couple scene recaps through the show:

Jack/ZZ - 1st grandma/instant noodles scene, and the ep 20 scene where Jack is trying to confess to ZZ while ZZ is angry

Tangfei - Jealous andy scene at the tea place, the touching hospital scene, and the lift scene from ep 1

They recapped these scenes one by one, alternating btw the couples and then the hosts asked what they thought about each scene when they were filming it and LOL jake and chris were like laughing and being embarrassed when certain scenes came on, and then for the 1st grandma/instant noodles scene, kenny said it was a really cold day that day when he filmed that scene and the noodles were actually ice cold and he had to keep eating it - andy like patted kenny on the back 

for the touching hospital scene - jake said that it was easy to act out because the emotions always came through the moment he looked at chris, and chris said he was really touched by that moment, by jake’s acting

the lift scene was quite tough to act out because of how long they took to get the logistics right

And while the angry ZZ and jack scene from ep 20 was being shown on the screen, ON STAGE kenny and andy were literally reciting their lines and re-enacting the scene

And then Xiao Yi asked the audience which scenes would we like the couples to act out - and everyone was just yelling for the lift scene re-enactment - but logistically that was hard to do and chris was like, “if there’s no lift we can’t do the scene!!!” 

Then Andy and Kenny offered to be the walls of the lift for them but Chris was like whoa then that’s a bit weird because when Jake is slammed against the wall in the lift, that part, Jake will turn around and crash into Andy hahaha so they decided to re-enact the jealous scene instead - with a few additional lines hahaha and then andy and kenny re-enacted the part where jack asks zhao zi if he wants him to stay or go

and then the next segment - there was a game where each couple is supposed to stand together on a piece of newspaper and play rock-paper-scissors, and whoever loses will get their piece of newspaper torn into half - in the end chris and jake won hahaha but both jake and kenny ended up being piggy-backed by chris and andy respectively hahahaha it was cute

then chris and jake went off stage to take a short break, and since andy and kenny lost, they were punished to do the titanic pose and lines which kenny had to do in half english and chinese

then jake came on stage to sing I’m Yours - he was super nervous so he false started a few times, but he was pretty good and he has a very nice smooth tone - and i think a lot of people didn’t know the song in the audience LOL and then as he left the stage after his performance he left a bouquet of flowers for chris who was coming up next

chris came up after to play the piano and sing some chinese song i’ve heard before but don’t know the name of - and then after he finished he was very touched by the bouquet and then some member in the audience shouted to ask for the bouquet and chris protectively hugged it, but decided to give her one stalk anyway, and when he was giving it out, jake literally came out and then chris was explaining to him like why he was giving away his gift, and jake said, “yeah that’s okay, he knows my heart” AWWWW

then they all came back on stage for a segment of talking where Xiao Yi revealed their childhood photos - jake/kenny/andy were very talkative and chatty when they were younger and andy was isolated in the middle of the classroom, while kenny was directly placed outside of the classroom because he was so noisy, and omg jake was a little chubbier when he was younger and he didn’t like to study HAHAHA

chris was a shy boy and still is apparently!!! and he got a lot of love letters when he was younger and he couldn’t believe that jake/kenny/andy didn’t get any, and then when jake’s childhood photo came out he jokingly said, “now i can finally understand why (you didn’t get any letters”

then we had andy and kenny singing and dancing to marry you totally out of beat, poor guys they tried, and kenny totally missed an entire line, but they were so sweet - they ran off the stage and threw sweets at the audience, and andy said he was thankful to kenny for practicing the dance repeatedly with him because he’s not good at dancing and then they hugged awww it’s cute

fan games: LOL okay so interesting thing was that all the fans said they didn’t want to play the games with the cast but instead wanted to watch the cast play the games so in the end they randomly chose four of the audience to go on stage to watch the cast play the game LOL - so the ones picked were two men and two women #genderequality

1st game: chris/jake and jack/kenny had to feed each other a sushi piece i think, or a pastry i’ve no idea but one of them was filled with chilli, so the challenge was for the audience to guess which of the four of them ate the chilli one, and jake said he can’t stand spicy food and if he had it he’d totally show it on his face - in the end it was kenny who ate it and literally no one could tell

then the second part there was a huge confusion because the hosts weren’t very clear on who was supposed to play the game in the next part - anyway, so they had a how-well-they-know-the-cast quiz with the fans - and here we know that chris likes blue, winter because that’s his birthday period and then he and jake had a moment where they were like ‘oh your birthday is in december too?!!!!’ LOL, kenny likes to eat bbq meat

then the next part, they had the fans on stage and jake + andy drink a sweet drink and also a bitter drink, everyone had to figure out who is the one with the bitter drink and lol jake was so sweet he didn’t want the fans to be punished with the bitter tea, and chris said that he’ll help him to finish the drink if it’s really bitter, and jake was like, “because you’re here, i’m not scared”

afterwards, ezu came out to sing a ballad version of the opening song that made people around me cry hahaha

and also kenny announced a third fanmeeting stop in taiwan after chengdu, on 18 august in taichung

and then there was the hi-five touch and photo thingy - and you guys already know that i fucked it up i am still wanting to cry - i know he doesn’t remember but god I WANT TO BE THE ONE WHO DOESN’T REMEMBER

but i touched their hands hahaha

anyway at the end, jake said that no matter where he is, where we see him in the future, he’ll always be the same jake, and i think this is beautiful

they had the afternoon tea party after the event and from photos i see that it was like a mini-fanmeeting where fans could sit closer to them and really like be able to talk to them, and jake/chris and andy/kenny were very friendly and accommodating from what i see

when we went back to the building at about 6.20pm there was still this long queue outside the entrance, and i went for dinner so i didn’t actually stay to wait for them to come out, but a lot of fans did - jake was surprised so many people were waiting for them outside and he left first - andy/chris/kenny left together in a van and chris was holding a huge bouquet of flowers

if you go on twitter/weibo you can see that jake talked to a lot of fans, said hi to the ones who called out his name, and someone asked if he was tired and he said he was still okay

chris was bowing repeatedly the entire time he was walking through the crowd to the van <3

[sadtrash-masculine]

I'm watching Percy Jackson and the lightning thief, as someone who never read the book, here are a few things so far:

- imagine finding out your best friend, was basically ordered to hang around you

- of course he won't be safe in either hell or heaven (I have no clue if this is just a joke or nah), this shits about Greek gods.

- shit protector, man, help the kid fight that mythological creature who's name I forgot, something with taur at least.

- centaur person who's name I forgot: basically your step dad was so drunk no weird old gods could smell your blood"

- nobody even bothered explaining any kind of rules, this child got put into a war zone without any explanation. Traumatic experience number 2

- I did not imagine hades looking like that, at least not based on my internet knowledge of hades

- Percy, that is a huge man on fire, why are you approaching? BTW that mother thing seems like a shady deal

- it's definitely dumb to go look for the big scary God that wants to kill your mother alone, and why is this girl joining him, it's so dumb, she doesn't even know him

- persephone forced??, is this book lore, because it's definitely not internet lore

-flying shoes, that's a joke, it must be, they are literally sneakers and that shield still seems to be way too big to be easy to carry around

- it's medusa babeee (she looks fabulous, even though she's evil here)

-oh, she lost her head. I don't know a lot about Greek myths, but I'm pretty sure Percy was not the one to do that.

-road trip! (dude, don't fall asleep)

-that water thing is super dope though

- ugliano, I'm gonna cry

- that lady is now traumatized one (1) time

- ehm, no reasonable museum (?) owner would keep another valuable object that looks cool as heck that high in the air where nobody can look at it.

- ew they are melting and merging at the same time

- oh dragon though!!!!

-it's going to grow more heads! I love mythological creatures!

- also just realized that only being able to read old Greek is dumb as shit and so godamn inconvenient

- grover your perv, and also conveniently the only black guy so far, what is that all about people in charge of casting????

- someone let these kids in a casino and fed them drugs

- wake me up inside!!! Or whatever the lyrics are.

- "die and come back" is a great sentence

- I feel like that boat should be more modernised, this poor guy has been pushing a boat through the air for such a long time, he must be tired by now.

-ew, what kind of cats are those.

-persephone is so beautiful

- pretty sure it's the underworld and never really referred to as hell

- hades you look like a hippie

- don't insult a godamn God grover, that's dumb.

- ar eyou kidding me, like was the thief. This si some proper bs. Wonderful fucking observation annabethanie or whatever your name is.

-persephone you're so bad ass, if I was straight I'd be in love with you

- grover I know I hat eon you, but don't stay behind!

- persephone that's kinda creepy, why did you say that, and grover that's kind of a creepy response

- luke, why would you even want that, what is your reason??? Why would you even want that??? What would you gain by doing that???

- you're just a demi God, you're only allowed to have half a God complex, not a whole one

- honestly that was a pretty shite lightning battle

- we've already established Percy can control the water, this is not a special plottwist that safes his life last minute, they are in a city he could have done this the whole time

- they're tiny!!!!!

- godamn it you kids, stop trying to be better than God's and dissing them. It's so dumb.

- oh its Annabeth, and definitely not pronounced in a way I would pronounce that

-poseidon boi, you left your kid on his own, he is very angry (also does this mean Percy is poseidon's only child)

- what a shitty dumb excuses "Yeah my bro bro said I couldn't, but secretly I was the the whole time even though I did absolutely nothing to support you in any way ever, until that moment I was pretty sure everyone wanted to kill you, because Zeus was angry at me and had no reasons to accuse my son of stealing something he didn't know existed"

- proud of you grover and important centaur mentor character you did the heartwarming dad speach better, and much shorter.

- the romance did not get development at all. Like this shit is so forced.

- beginning: sees pretty girl, middle: yeah we almost died, but it's not like we actually had any kind of character development together at all, end: yeah so we're in love lol

Anyway, overall this movie lacked valuable plot and some characters did not have a personality that was anything but stereotypical, but it was alright and entertaining enough I guess

[alltheworldsinmyhead]

rewatching s1 of got RANT BY ME

i highly do not recommend you rewatching season 1 of game of thrones after season 8... for you shall drown in your own bitter tears.

it was so good, guys. SO. GOOD. i truly forgot about it. episode 9 when ned dies is a fucking masterpiece, maisie williams’ acting is HEARTBREAKING, seeing robb in all his glory is HEARTBREAKING, lena headley playing cersei with a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT VOICE (really, check it out) is PHENOMENAL. btw cersei and robert and their relationship is a stuff of dreams for any writer. it’s so hateful and twisted, the way they tore each other apart. and you feel for cersei, you really do. when she tells ned about her wedding, when she tells cat about her stillborn son - damn, there is so much love lost there,  i was dying to see it on-screen. 

but what is most mind-blowing is how different everyone feels and how your perspective of characters changes. you think jon was always high as honor and oh so perfect and humble? WRONG. he came to castle black as a privileged little shite who though he is better than all the other recruits just because of all the opportunities he had as a stark bastard growing up in winterfell. he was nice and likable, that’s true, but he certainly wasn’t without faults. the whole ‘’love is a death of duty’’ speech of aemon’s was actually regarding ROBB, as jon was contemplating running away from the watch (for the 2nd time in the span of 2-3 episodes, mind you) in order to help robb in the war. as he ultimately put duty above love in this case and stayed, and robb then died...  then put duty over love again and ygritte died.... well, idk him doing this for the 3rd time with dany was shown with a proportionate amount of emotional anguish on his part, just sayin’.

tyrion? DON’T GET ME STARTED WITH TYRION. tyrion is an interesting character cause i think that no matter how hard his life in casterly rock was, we tend to forget that he was, again, PRIVILEGED AS FUCK. s1 tyrion was green as grass, oh my good. he just had no idea about any-fucking-thing. he had tantrums and would brood and pout like a child. claimed to be of great intelligence and yet he was more cunning than anything else, really. great basis for development which i guess, i completely overlooked somehow. tyrion was never in my head a character that went through some spectacular change throughout the show and yet now, after watching him so innocent and naive in s1, I have to admit he’s hardly recognizable. funny to think he came back to being a sweet summer child in s8 and lost all the wisdom he gained from various life tribulations.

dany... this one might be the most painful. dany is all but a baby in s1. even after she gains SOME position due in her marriage, all her belief in herself is grounded in just that- her marriage, her position is a khaleesi. that’s why she allows mirri maz dur to take all she holds dear; because she is terrified of the perspective of being nothing again. i don’t think people really remember how horrifying viserys was and how hard dany’s life was before dragons. we have no literal confirmation of that, but i am absolutely sure her brother abused her both sexually and mentally. when she is attacked by the assassin, she doesn’t even look that surprised, just weary that robert keeps on sending them. after she gained drogo’s love and, with that, a little respect, she just used her title of khaleesi left and right, with no understanding what this role really means and no true authority. she was all bite as long as she knows drogo will back her up. damn,really, no wonder she was so desperate to save him. also, no wonder she is so okay with killing people that defy her authority. people keep on forgetting that she learned leadership from a damn dothraki khal. she watched her husband execute people for really REALLY small things. her attitude towards tarlys for example makes PERFECT SENSE when we look at it from this context (but why not, we can just make her mad for no fucking reason). but what’s interesting is that dany has hated the idea of slavery and rape and harm of innocents since her very beginnings. that was one of her most interesting traits in s1, this love and gentleness she had for women and children, for slaves. but yeah, let’s have her burn fucking king’s landing, oh my god, i’m still not over it, now more than ever. 

aaaaaand all those little details in s1 forsaken later, DAMN. bronn and tyrion were buddies even back then, but sure, let’s have bronn side with cersei in s8 bc why not. as much as everyone says that ned’s honor got him killed, he died without honor actually, betraying everything that he stood for. what a hell sansa went through in king’s landing, how strangely close and intimate her relationship with cersei was and how we didn’t get their final confrontation, bc why should we. petyr was fucking smart. varys was fucking smart. arya was a fucking normal human person with human emotions and negative traits also, and not a fan-fav super-assassin with plot armor as thick as the wall. when she was saying that she doesn’t want to be a lady, she just meant that she didn’t want to play the traditional role of a lady which would include feminine skills she highly disliked as sewing, wearing dresses and bearing her lord husband dresses. interestingly enough, she wanted to be A LORD, so she wanted to rule the land, manage her bannerman and take care of prosperity of those under her protection. but nah, let’s send her on a suicide quest towards the sunset, shall we? 

i’m sorry, i know this is messy and doesn’t really bring anything new to the discussion. but i needed to let it out somehow. god, s1 of game of thrones was really something truly magnificent. 

[neverwatchedonepiece]

473-474: “The Encircling Walls Activated! the Whitebeard Pirates Backed into a Corner!” and “Execution Order Issued! Break Through the Encircling Walls!”

Outrageous, Doflamingo? I think the word you are looking for is awesome.

I’m glad I watched two episodes this time. 473 seemed to be a prep episode and the dramatic payoff was delivered in 474. Like Whitebeard, I’m having a bad feeling about three (potential) foreshadowing moments in 474. I hope I’m wrong, but Oda has been hammering home the message for a while now and it conforms with a well-worn trope. 474 wasn’t all doom and gloom, though. There was an amazing revival and a scene that genuinely made me say “Wow...” out loud.

You just can’t rely on tech, Sengoku.

For most of 473, the Marine’s Advanced Wall Tech fell victim to Aokiji doing his job a little too well. Sengoku ordered the raising of the Encircling Walls. Except, Aokiji’s vast sheet of ice made it difficult for the mechanism raising the wall to work. Sengoku spent 473 sweatdropping at the fact Whitebeard was charging straight at the scaffold. He had faith that the tech would work, however, and the Marines gradually stole away inside, leaving Kumas and Pirates on the battlefield.

While charging after Luffy, Ivankov noticed this (as only a season Revolutionary Army commander could, I suppose). Jimbei acknowledged it, but what could they do about it?

Sengoku continued to sweatdrop. “Are they ready yet?” he kept asking, as the distant dot that was a raging Whitebeard grew larger. But the ice would not budge. The gears were not grinding, though Sengoku’s certainly were.

Enter Vice-Admiral John Giant, who decided to act as hype fodder for Whitebeard buy Sengoku time and have a swing at Whitebeard. I loved the guy’s name and I loved this whole sequence. John Giant and Whitebeard clashed blades. Whitebeard told him to move it, then pulled off a literal power move. He grabbed the fabric of reality with his bare hands, tore it and the earth literally shifted.  Then he air-crack punched John Giant so hard he was sent screaming back towards Sengoku. The only reason the scaffold wasn’t destroyed was because the Admirals deflected the human missile. 

Courtesy of Whitebeard, Marineford is ruined, the land is tilting at a very strange angle, many ships were sunk and Luffy almost fell into a chasm, only to be saved by Jimbei. Again. xD

(What would happen if Luffy fell into a hole like that? Would he bounce? I’m still uncertain why he wasn’t able to stretch out his arms to full capacity to pull himself back out. Is he tired?)

Amidst the chaos, Doflamingo laughed maniacally, as you would if you were a few ants short of a picnic.

I loved how the Admirals bickered among themselves when John Giant fell victim to Whitebeard hype:

Aokiji: “The walls aren’t ready yet. That’s what’s causing this mess.” Akainu: “Your ice is blocking them!” Kizaru: “Can’t you just melt it?”

Or... you could have Sengoku order full power directed to the walls, which did the job in the end. Well, sort of. The vast, steel walls reinforced to counter Whitebeard’s power, and kitted out with hundreds of cannons looked pretty impenetrable. Then Sengoku turned to Akainu and said, “Do it.”

I thought, oh, that’s an interesting order. Another scheme cooked up between the two Absolute Justice Friends. Akainu’s trick was awesome, I have to admit. When the Fiery Fists of Justice rained down from above, the anime team went mad with red-tinged frames, flashes of white and images of pirates being punched to oblivion, boiled by lava-melted ice, caught by cannon fire or predatory kumas. The Whitebeard Pirates and Allies did look on the ropes and I did worry for a moment.

Thank goodness Little Oars Jr was slumped over the final panel, leaking blood into the mechanism, eh?

Trapped!

It was round about this time in episode 474 that the Ominous Foreshadowing moments appeared.

The action briefly cut to The Rest of the World Via Sabaody. Turns out the other Rookie crews had gathered clandestinely to watch the war (it sounds so weird saying that, like they’re watching a World Cup match and people aren’t dying). I liked seeing the reactions of some of the captains. Bonney seemed to be devastated by the news Whitebeard sold out his allies. Trafalgar Law didn’t believe a word. Apoo was aware of World Government propaganda and knew why the feed had been cut. I can’t remember what Kidd said. But Hawkins drawing the Death card is ominous. 

I don’t know anything about tarot, so I had to google it. Apparently, cards have different meanings if they’re upside down or not. Hawkin’s card is not upside down, so it could mean:

- the ending of a major phase or aspect of your life that may bring about the beginning of something far more valuable and important

- a time of significant transformation, change and transition

- elements of a sudden and unexpected change. You may feel as though you are caught in the path of sweeping change and cannot escape its effects. Though the immediate thought is toward the negative, an end need not mean failure.

At first, I thought, how does this apply to Luffy? But then I realised it might be more appropriate to apply it to the future of Piracy as a whole. Doflamingo is obsessed with the New Era and how dreams are obsolete. Blackbeard thinks that’s a load of old shite, but both he and his crew are obsessed with fate and being caught paths of sweeping change, unable to escape their effects. Everyone needs to move on after this and where the future will take pirates, no one knows, but I’m guessing there will be major changes afoot. Maybe some of the hot shit new rookies will take up the mantle and drive it forward. Who knows?

This made it more obvious that change is afoot.

That moment was sad. I wanted to reach through the screen and punch Akainu for bombing the Moby Dick. I’m still not over Merry and seeing a ship that was symbolic of the absolute pinnacle of piracy: of freedom, comradeship, power and discovery actually made me die inside a little. Not to mention the very symbol of Whitebeard snapped off in the flames and was trampled on the ground. That is a big giveaway. 

Whitebeard looked back, his eyes reflecting the firelight and said, “I’m sorry...” to his grand, old faithful ship and... Ugh. 

I wonder what the little ship spirit said back?

I have the funniest feeling the Death card could also be interpreted literally. Like, Whitebeard is going to die, which I don’t really want but all the flags are there. He’s old, not what he used to be, he’s just been stabbed through the chest, his Jolly Roger is in flames, trampled on the ground and his ship - the symbol of his glory - is a smoldering wreck at the bottom of the sea.

But then again...

Oars is Alive: Death or Glory!

The fact that Oars is alive gives me hope that all the death foreshadowing this episode might amount to nothing. I was wrong about Oars (nice time to take a nap btw, Oars, ffs).

I did like when Marco said to Squard, “Oars is still fighting” even though he was flat out, basically hinting, “Get out there, stop crying and make it up to Whitebeard.” Oars resolve was also symbolic in a way. His path and the literal blood he shed was the only way forward. When Luffy made his last forward charge down the only narrow opening left, the anime team even backlit Oars’ body to resemble a fiery light at the end of the tunnel. Death or glory!

 Ace is still not having a great time. He couldn’t watch as Luffy was blasted away by cannon fire and sunk into the water in front of his. Only Jimbei’s timely response saved Luffy from drowning. (Jimbei for Man of the Match, honestly. I wonder how many times he’s saved Luffy so far?)

It fell to Jimbei again when Luffy realised he had no hope of charging straight into cannon fire with as much aforethought an angry rhinoceros. 

That moment when Luffy appeared in front of the Admirals in a pillar of water, swinging a chunk of mast genuinely made me say, “Wow...” aloud. I bet the screenshot above was taken from the manga. It looks like it should have been. A lot of care’s gone into it. It looks great.

Again, the Admirals’ reactions were interesting.

Akainu: You're standing tall, Dragon's son. I praise you just for your tenacity.

Kizaru: What makes you think you can beat us?

Aokiji: You’ve not leveled up enough to have a crack at us yet, son.

Well, Luffy’s gonna try! That frozen mast shattered into pieces by a Stamp Gatling might give him enough cover to pull off a miracle.

Looking forward to the next one now. Now Luffy’s at the scaffold, it’s getting good.

After rehearsing for weeks in Akainu’s bedroom, Sengoku finally lets the Admirals show off their dance routine.

[tomorrowillbeyou]

btw i absolutely adore this adaptation.. i was a bit wary because the more recent arwav was kind of shite sorry but i really think it connects so well with the heart of the message and what the book is trying to get across.. there were these little lines and snippets of dialogue that i thought oh god that's exactly what i would've left in that's so important, and esp the bits where they were getting across a characters inner monologue bc some of the MOSSTTT important takeaways and bits of info and plot are in those and sometimes book to film/series adaptations handle it soo badly but this was 👍👍 and the scene where they go to the hipster protein restaurant or whatever and margaret is like joking around and such with mr wilcox i really feel like a lesser adaptation might have left that out bc it's "filler" or whatever but it is like soo important to her character and yeah i just think it's a lovely adaptation and it doesn't spit on or dismiss the iconique merchant ivory version ehich i also love but i almost think this has more heart like it feels more like the characters are just real people hanging out and being their messy complicated selves and loving each other sooo soo much and i LOVE WHAT THEY DID WITH THE SCHLEGELS it feels so authentically siblingy like you would kill for each other without being asked but also fucking yell at each other at like every second its sooo full of love and genuine emotion and i really love it. and btw im only halfway through but still

[monsterloveday]

I hope you don't mind.

‘Jigsaw pieces are different but still fit together”. This headline was said in a video I recently watched by ‘Bodyposipanda’ on Instagram (god I love her) and the truth of it hit me all at once, I couldn't quite believe that something so true had never penetrated my brain. It got me thinking and made me realise how I have created and followed certain ‘Rules’, when it comes to body types and my body type especially. I have been so goal oriented lately and making and booking plans (it feels so good to finally get things rolling btw haha) that the thought of dating / getting out there / love is not one of my priorities, in fact it has become so unimportant to me that my attitude towards this kind of thing is completely transforming (and for the better I’d say, although thats another story entirely).

However another reason men / relationships / dates etc have been on the back burner is because I have (unknowingly, until now) continued to follow my belief that my body is not to standard / thin enough to have any kind of involvement with anyone, thats it is ‘a work in progress’ and undesirable to all, especially to myself.  

I told myself that I cant and shouldn't look for love or even anything casual any time soon as I don't have the right body for it, (like there are requirements and regulations?). It just wasn't an option at this point in my life and to focus on something more important, and in the mean time I will continue with being ashamed of my body and to cover up as much as possible.

I took myself off dating sites as I was now bigger than the pictures on my profile and I couldn't possibly upload newer and truer ones of myself, only when I got back to an ‘acceptable size’ would I re appear. I believed that thinner guys would not be interested in a girl like me as I am too big for them. Any time I notice a beautiful man (no matter what size he may be) I have a good look at them (obviously! ;P) and then turn my eyes to the floor as if to say to myself ‘you cant try anything with anyone right now’. Its crazy to think how much I have forbidden upon myself, so many things and all because I have a different body now. But it was reading through the many comments by women on this Instagram video that made me so sad (but also selfishly comforted) to learn that SO MANY WOMEN have made these rules also. The hating of stretch marks, the worry of belly roles, the belief that because our bodies are bigger than potential partners means that they do not fit. Tonight I deleted my POF account for good (no not the typical uninstalling - reinstalling pattern I have repeated over the years). Purely because every time I went on it, I felt horrible. I felt horrible because I saw too much fat hating, too much shallowness. Too many profiles stating they wont speak to bigger girls, too many guys making comments on my weight, or my hair or piercings. (and obviously the endless amounts that just want one thing only).

Now, I understand everyone has preferences / types and of course that is ok, and with dating, rejection is something that comes with it (no matter how many times you get rejected it sucks though) but when I see guys at word go laying down the law of ‘I will not speak to you if you are fat’ is quite franky such a shitty way to be and is probably one of the many causes as to why women believe they have to become this perfect body in order to be wanted or to be seen as attractive. Seeing this type of attitude started to cement the belief into my brain that men don't seem to look for good hearts, good personalities or good morals in women - just a perfect body and a perfect face, which are things I will never have. It made me feel completely worthless and absolutely shite and that fatness is so hated and its almost criminal if you are. But I don't want to go down that road. I am really resisting that belief, I WANT to be believe that there are guys out there who don't mind. Who wont mind that I have grey hair Who wont mind that quite frankly I have more fat on me than most. Who wont mind that one of my boobs is slightly bigger than the other  (some of these things have been complained about by a guy I was dating a few years back - yep!) Who wont mind that I cant be confident or perfect in EVERY way possible And that regardless of all the shitty messages / face to face comments I have received  - I don't want to drown in them and let them influence my thoughts towards guys and how they may see me...or even , how I see myself. Maybe Ill never meet someone - and that is ok... Maybe its best to stay the way I am so if anyone is to come my way they will like me for EXACTLY who I am  Maybe ill get bigger, Maybe I’ll get smaller Maybe I’ll become successful Maybe I’ll fail Maybe I’ll get a million more stretch marks and perhaps grow a beard. But whatever I may be - if a guy is to come into my life, I hope he wont mind.

[irvinislost-blog]

Chapter One

I just deleted my old tumblr account. I created that account around three and a half years ago and I saw one picture and thought “absolutely fucking not”. So I deleted it. Took me fucking years to sort out my emails because I hardly ever use my laptop anymore out of sheer laziness. I literally cannot be arsed pressing the on button. But tonight, it’s 1:14am and I thought it'd be a good idea to log into this. It wasn’t. Now I’m using actual grammar and typing up a shit tonne for no one in particular. I don’t even remember the last time I used capitals on the internet lol. Sack it. i usually just use caps when i email my old swimming coach because like professional shit, ygm? i’m still gonna use punctuation tho. i’m the only person who will read this and it'll be in like a year and i’ll look back and gag on this lol soz. 

anywayz, hiya kiddos. i got bored, i’ve been playing the same shitty app thing for the past hour to try and get a level above my boyfriend even tho he went to sleep like three hours ago because he’s a pussy and thinks i’m some abnormal nocturnal being. this is fun. i’m enjoying this more than i should. i’m probably just gonna use this to write about shit that i’ve done and talk about my weird theories that my friends don’t listen to because they think i’m just a bit dim. 

idk what you’d call it but the profile picture thing for this makes me giggle so much because it’s like a stereotypical cringey tumblr picture but i used it because the first ecig i ever bought-vape nation, amirite bois-had that pattern on it because i was like 13 and in love with matty healy, still am in love with matty healy but i’m now 15. it was a really shitty ecig too. like a pen that didn't really work and cost a fiver off some website that was like vapingisthebomb.com idfk. i was actually such a little cretin. so that’s why i used that image. funny little anecdote for you there.

gonna try not to turn this into a weird online diary thing. currently i’m sat at my new desk, my room is currently clean because i become productive at night and clean and do homework. it’s a friday so i had school today. well it’s now saturday but it doesn't really count so i’m gonna say it’s friday. it’s my six month anniversary with my boyfriend. we didn’t do anything because i have 43p in my bank account. currently listening to never enough by rex orange county, highly recommend, he's such a legend imo. only thing keeping me sane. i’ve had a shite week. that’s probably why i’m doing this. my favourite teacher is leaving. he’s been like a best friend to me for four and a half years lol i’m actually gutted. i was the first person he told and he came into my photography class and i burst into tears and cried to him for about ten minutes whilst i shouted at him for abandoning me. also found out my nan might be dying. wow. feels good to get that out. i’ve only told like two of my friends. one of my best friends has been off all week because she couldn't get out of her bed because she feels so awful. she’s never been like this before. a support teacher even turned up at her house to chat to her but she’s only told me. i am very worried lol. i got zero homework this week which is fun. bit weird tho. not something that usually happens, especially since i’m in my last year of high school. i’m british btw, if you couldn't tell lol. england born and bred. pretty shit place if you ask me. it’s hyped up way too much.

i’ll stop this now. this is why i stopped writing cards to people. i go off on a fat tangent and fill up every side of the card. my best friend gets angry tho because i’ve never given her a card, for this reason. she wrote christmas cards for everyone this year. it’s the funniest shit, it’s like being back in year 3. her and this girl that worships her went to their history teacher who i’ve never spoken to and they were too pussy to knock on the door to give him a christmas card and these two 11 year olds were pissing themselves with laughter because of how pathetic it was. highlight of my week. 

okay, i’m done now. fuck i’m cringing so much lol soz about it.

goodnight;

[marauder--harder]

Drowning- A Remus Lupin Imagine (Part 5 of The Torturous Year)

A/N: Okay, so I know I really am The Worst as I’ve said that this would be up ‘today’ for the last three days. But I wanted to be sure that I didn’t have to make any changes to this chapter because of my plot hole that was found (thanks @obscurilicious btw) so I had to plan out the next two chapters to figure that out. That being said, this is a hella long chapter (12k words) that I absolutely adore, and dare I say, may be my favorite thus far? I don’t know, you tell me. Strap in babies, because you are going to be in for a long, torturous, very bumpy ride. :) Enjoy. 

Previous Installments: The Torturous Year. (Part 1) -  Methods of Torture. (Part 2) - Pressure Points. (Part 3) - Sleep Deprivation. (Part 4)

You weren’t a person of violence, not really. Hot tempered and often quick to anger, no matter how often you said you were going to hurt someone you had little follow through. Defending yourself against the rise of the junior Death Eaters at Hogwarts was always difficult as you’d only really ever retaliate when you had no choice.

That didn’t mean that you wanted someone else to fight your battles.

Thus, when Remus decided that he needed to get involved in a fight that was clearly yours, you were livid.

“Y/L/N, fancy seeing you here.” You heard a voice above you and stopped to look up to see who it came from. Your eyes widened as you saw Evan Rosier staring down at you, a grin plastered on his face that looked more like a baring of teeth.

You furrowed your brows as you gathered the last of your books that you dropped after trying to hurry back to your dorm for a quick nap and stood. “It’s a hallway, Rosier. I walk it every day to get to Charms. You do too, seeing as you are in my class.”

Rosier chuckled in response and you grew more confused. “Sharp and pretty, you really are making up for your lineage.”

“Excuse me?” you asked, clutching your books closer to your chest. The way he was looking at you made you uneasy, and you briefly made a note of how quickly you could get to your wand if needed.

Leaning closer, Rosier continued to grin down at you and you noticed the way he tried to make it seem as if he was towering over you. Was he really hitting on you through intimidation? “Don’t worry, little bird, that was a compliment.”

Squaring your shoulders, you glared at him. “Well, it was a pretty shit one.”

Rosier rolled his eyes and reached out to try and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear but you dodged him quickly.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked, a strong frown now on his face.

Shuffling backwards slightly, you shrugged him off. “You are, Rosier. I’m not your baby and I don’t want you touching me.”

You watched as Rosier’s face grew red with either anger or embarrassment, you didn’t know. “You should feel lucky to have me even talking to you, half-blood. You may be fit, but I won’t have you—”

“Rosier, back off,” Remus interrupted, walking up to you and him quickly. You saw the stiffness in his shoulders and the hard set in his jaw. Turning to you, he looking down at you with kinder, very concerned eyes. “Are you okay, Y/N?”

“Oh, Y/N, is your little sorry excuse for a boyfriend talking for you now?” Rosier sneered, looking between you and Remus.

Before you had a chance to respond, and put him in his place, you heard Remus speak. “So what if I am? Got a problem with that Rosier?”

Rosier simply smiled sickeningly, something that looked more like a grimace than a grin. “The only problem I have is the fact that I am lowering myself to talk to you, Lupin.” Evan then turned towards you. “Now if I do believe correctly, we were discussing something?”

You stared at him and felt a quick spike of anger and fear hit deep within your stomach. You had to remind yourself that you were a Gryffindor and had no right to be scared of slime like him.

Before you could gather your thoughts Remus took a step towards him, blocking his path as Rosier tried to reach for your hand. “Don’t you touch her.”

“Or what, Lupin? What are you going to do about it?”

Without thinking, Remus’ hand moved towards his wand, and you watched Rosier’s eyes drift down towards his own. “A prefect, trying to start a duel? Tsk, tsk,” he admonished.

“You wouldn’t want to start a duel, Rosier,” Remus warned and even though you were growing more and more angry with the way both boys were seemingly ignoring you during this pissing match, you couldn’t help but note the way the muscles in his shoulders flexed as he tensed.

Rosier, for the first time since Remus butted in, glanced over at you before turning his eyes back to Remus. “And what if I do? The dueling club meets tonight, and I’m sure I could pull some strings to have an easy match.”

“Moony—” Peter warned gently, and you noticed now the crowd that you were attracting during this little showdown. People in the halls had stopped to watch and right smack dab in the middle of the crowd were the other three marauders in tow, tense and rigid, as if waiting for the moment that they’d need to jump in.

“Yeah, Moony, what do you say? 8 o’clock?” Rosier was now twirling his wand in between his fingers, almost egging Remus on. You knew that there was no stopping these boys now, and you were beyond pissed.

“Alright.” Remus nodded, his eyes flicking from Rosier to his wand, and slid a bit more to his right in order to shield you further.

“Perfect,” Rosier grinned, leaning over to see you, “and make sure to bring the prize.” He winked, and walked away.

You watched as Remus’ shoulders slumped as soon as he realized that Evan wasn’t going to come back and turned when he felt a rough clap on his back.

“Well Moony, looks like you’re in for a wizard’s duel tonight.” James smiled, almost as if he was proud of his friend.

Sirius grinned along with James, looking far too giddy at the prospect of this. “Finally going to take Rosier and all of those pricks down a peg. Want me to be your second, mate?”

Remus slowly started to smile, thinking of how great it will be to beat Rosier and the rest of his Slytherins. “Sure, if you wan—ow!” Remus turned around and rubbed his arm as he saw you standing behind him.

“What in Godric’s name is bloody wrong with you?!” you screamed, and drew your hand back to give him another slap.

Holding his hands up in surrender, Remus leaned back slightly. “Woah, I’m sorry, what did I do?”

His question, along with the confused look from the other boys made you drop your hand to your side. “Are you kidding me?? Do you not see what the problem is here??”

“Y/N, Moony will be fine; he’s a much better at dueling than Rosier is,” James started, and you cut him off with a quick glare.

“He could be shite for all I care!” You watched as the four boys around you furrowed their brows slightly, looking confused.

“Hey,” Remus added gently, reaching out to rest a hand on your shoulder and you quickly pulled away, cutting him off.

“Don’t touch me, Lupin,” you warned, glaring at him as his brows rose in shock. You’ve only ever called him ‘Lupin’ a handful of times before. “I can’t believe you did this, Remus. I don’t need you fighting my battles!”

Crossing his arms over each other defensively, Remus frowned. “Oh, and I was just supposed to let that creep get all handsy with you too?”

“No, you’re supposed to let me handle things for myself!”

“Oh, because it seemed like you were doing such a good job of that before I stepped in.” He rolled his eyes.

Biting your lip to try to keep composed, you took in a deep breath. The other boys were watching you and Remus go back and forth nervously, waiting for one of you to go too far and blow up.

“You have no right to step in, Remus. I can take care of myself.”

Hurt spiraled deep in his chest, realizing that you weren’t his to protect no matter how much he wanted you to be. “I’m sure you can.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly, trying to gauge his implications. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Remus sighed and shook his head, his face regretful. He didn’t think you could handle yourself? “Nothing, nevermind.”

You took a step back, realizing what Remus must have been implying. “You don’t think I can take care of myself? That I need your protection?”

Remus rolled his eyes, not knowing if he was more annoyed with himself or you for how this was turning out. “No, Y/N, it isn’t that…” But his words were no longer going through.

“When I said I was scared, I didn’t mean that I wasn’t going to fight, Moony. I told you that,” you started, and you fought down the stinging that was now burning in the back of your eyes. “A-And what about all of that shit about me being a bright witch? Were you just talking out of your arse??”

Remus tried reaching out for you again but you pulled away harshly and stumbled backwards. “Y/N, please,” he started and tried desperately to shake the anger that was still running high. “I just wanted to protect you.”

“I didn’t need protecting!” you shouted, your vision now blurring with unshed tears. “Not from him.”

Remus’ brows furrowed. “Then who?”

Shaking your head, you bent down to pick up your bag. “Nevermind.” You glanced over at Sirius who was looking at you sadly, knowing exactly who you thought you needed to protect yourself from. “Good luck tonight, Remus.”

And you turned, leaving a hurt and confused boy, who now didn’t want to fight at all.

Remus, who was originally calm and collected at the thought of dueling Rosier, worried about this duel for the rest of the day and well into the afternoon. He skipped out on lunch, not being able to stomach anything and would have missed dinner as well, if it wasn’t for James’ mothering.

Thus, he sat at the Gryffindor table, pushing his food around his plate without taking more than two bites, constantly searching across the room for you. When he finally did spot you, he waited anxiously as you approached your usual spot next to him, and hesitated before sitting down.

“Good evening, Remus,” you acknowledged politely, determined not to act as petty and hurt as you felt.

“Good evening,” he responded, and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him shift and gnaw at his bottom lip, something you knew he did when he was worried.

The rest of the table carried on their conversation, determined to not acknowledge the tension between you two. Sirius had tried talking to his friend after you stormed off, saying that Remus was going to be shit tonight unless he figured this out. Remus tried making eye contact with Sirius across the table, silently asking for some sort of advice. Sirius just simply nodded his head and motioned for the young boy to start talking.

“So,” Remus started and continued to push his food around his plate. Noticing this, you furrowed your brows and turned to look at him.

“Are you okay? You’re not really nervous about tonight, are you?” Remus was one of the best duelists you knew; he was bound to beat Rosier.

Remus looked down at your concerned face and his heart ached more in his chest. How you had the heart to care about him when he clearly hurt you earlier was beyond him. “It’s not really this duel I’m worried about.” His voice was soft and eyes gentle, trying to convey what was bothering him.

Looking down, you sighed as you felt your cheeks warm in embarrassment. “Look Moony, I was thinking about it, and maybe you’re right. Rosier is a talented wizard and I probably couldn’t have handled myself if I needed—”

Remus cut you off by placing a warm hand on your arm gently. After a few moments of you staring at it, he backed off, not knowing if you were okay with his touch again. You weren’t before and he shouldn’t assume that just because you lost your confidence and agreed with him that it would be okay.

“Y/N, that’s not what I meant before,” he started, and turned towards you more, making sure that he said this the right way this time. “I wasn’t lying when I said you were a bright witch, you know. I never thought you couldn’t handle yourself, but I just couldn’t stand to see you put in a position in which you’d have to.

“You’re capable and strong and a Gryffindor for a reason. I never meant to use your own fears against you, sweetheart, and I’m sorry it came off like that.”

You looked up into Remus’ eyes and tried to search for any signs that he was just saying this to save face. Seeing none, you sighed and took his hand in yours gently, something that clearly shocked him into a startled smile. “Remus, I—” you started and stopped, trying to search for the words to say. “I know you don’t need it, but good luck tonight.”

Leaning over, you gave him a gentle peck on the cheek before smiling and pulling away. “And thank you; even if I think it’s downright primitive, it is also sweet what you’re doing.”

Remus’ face warmed and he didn’t even try to hide the giant grin as he turned back to his food. “Of course, Bubbles. This neanderthal would do anything for you.”

He was surprised further when you actually threw your head back with a loud laugh. “Watch it, Moony, or you’ll be right back in the dog house…”

Taking a large bite of food, he grinned and winked. “Woof.”

“So I see the two of you have kissed and made up?” Sirius asked with a grin.

Rolling your eyes, you tossed a roll at his head, a warm blush spreading to the tips of your ears. “Oh sod off, Padfoot.”

“I’m just saying!” he justified, ducking to avoid being hit. “If the two of you haven’t shagged already, you should; make up sex is one of a kind.”

Remus shook his head and took another bite of his food, simply ignoring his friend. He tried not to focus on the adorable, attractive blush that was working its way past your cheeks to your ears, or the delicious way your jaw flexed as you ate your food delicately.

“Sorry, Padfoot, I think Moony needs his strength for tonight instead. Maybe a different fight.” You turned to look up at him with the same big, innocent doe eyes that drove him wild.

Remus stared down at you for a few moments, watching your eyelashes flutter tauntingly. “Yeah,” he noted, leaning towards you subconsciously, grin wide and toothy. “I would definitely need all the strength I could get.”

A sudden heat spiked deep within your belly and you bit your lip lightly, winking. “Oh you would, big boy.”

“Guys, if you would be so kind as to not verbally fuck at the table, some of us are trying to eat,” Marlene added, leaving both of you quiet and blushing for the rest of the meal.

Just after the plates had been cleared and mostly everyone was ready to head back to their dorms, you felt a presence behind you and a lingering brush against your back. You immediately tensed and frowned as you saw who it was behind you.

“You know, Y/N, you can save your little mutt of a boyfriend the humiliation tonight so long as you just say yes to me.” Rosier smiled, leaning down close to be eye level with you.

Remus, who was off talking to his Head Boy, stiffened at the site of Rosier at the Gryffindor table. He glanced down to you, however, as if asking if you needed any help. You smiled softly and decided that Rosier was going down.

“And why would you want little ol’ me, Rosier? I’m just as much of a mutt as Remus is,” you questioned, not batting an eye at his grotesque smile.

“Ah, this is true,” he stated, bringing a hand up to brush along your cheek before you snatched yourself away from him, “A pity too; but you are the fittest mutt I’ve seen, so I’m sure I can make an exception.”

Rolling your eyes, you frowned. He really was disgusting. “Can’t be an exception if I’m not willing, you arrogant prick.”

Rosier simply grinned wider, and leaned down close enough to be a whisper’s breath away. You watched as Remus started walking over to the two of you now, clearly not happy. Somehow you realized that Rosier was waiting until Remus got closer, just to get him even more riled up.

Once Remus was close enough to be in earshot, he leaned in further to emphasize that he wasn’t supposed to be heard and whispered, “Who said I needed you to be willing.”

He pulled away just in time to see you blanch slightly and laughed. Turning to Remus, he waved. “Ah, never far, are you little mutt?”

“Is there a problem here?” Remus asked, ignoring Rosier and turning to you. He wanted to be sure that you were okay before he dealt with him.

“N-no problem, Rosier was just leaving.” You glared at him, but your voice held less malice than it usually would. You’d hate to admit it but the way Rosier spoke made you realize that he wasn’t joking around.

“She’s right,” Rosier added, backing away slightly. “I’ll see you tonight, Lupin. Can’t wait to win my prize.” He winked at you before turning and walking out of the Great Hall, his friends behind him.

You waited until the doors to the hall swung closed before you turned to Remus, who was perched close. “Are you okay? He didn’t touch you did he? I swear, if he hurt you I’ll—”

You cut him off however, looking him dead in the eye. “You have to win this duel, Moony.”

Something about the shift in your demeanor shook Remus to his core, and he frowned. Whatever happened between you and Rosier just now scared you, and he realized that scared was not something he saw on you often. “Don’t worry,” he smiled gently, reaching up to brush a strand of hair back and frowned further when you tensed for just a moment. “I got this, Y/N. I’m not going to let that bastard lay a hand on you. You’re safe.”

You nodded slowly and took a deep breath. “Yeah, you’re right, sorry. Plus, I should be the one giving you the pep talk.”

Remus smiled and offered a hand for you to take, pulling you to your feet. “I’m sure you could find another way to give me some pep.”

Your jaw dropped in mock astonishment, “Remus John Lupin, you scoundrel! You are supposed to be a gentleman in order to win the affections of a lady.”

Smiling still, Remus bowed in response. “My apologies, your highness. May I ask of a different form of encouragement as I fight for your honor tonight?”

Looking around, your cheeks grew red as you watched the rest of the people left in the Great Hall stare at his gallantness. “Get up, you big oaf, or you’ll never be getting anything out of me.”

Standing up straight, Remus couldn’t help but beam at the way you quickly ushered him out of the Great Hall and away from the stares of others. “I’ll take that as a promise for later, Y/N.”

You snorted, “You wish.”

Wizard duels between students were always forbidden unless under the supervision of the Dueling Club at Hogwarts. You had never understood the appeal of wanting to duel and only now, once there, did you realize how great it would have been had you known how to properly. Many Slytherin Junior Death Eaters were in the club, as well as those who you could tell genuinely loved the craft, but it still unnerved you. Up on the platform was Evan Rosier and a seventh year Slytherin whom you didn’t know. He looked like he would be a perfect beater though, as he was massive and strong looking.

Evan and him both bowed to one another before starting their duel. You watched with nervous trepidation as Evan took him down quickly. It seemed as if it wasn’t even a challenge. You looked to Remus who looked nonchalant, but as you made eye contact you saw the slightest shift of nerves pass over him before he smiled reassuringly at you.

“Lupin!” Evan barked out, jumping down from the platform in front of us. “You actually decided to show up. Although, I guess you are a bloody idiot Gryffindor after all.”

His eyes quickly shifted from Remus to you and he grinned wickedly. “I see you’ve brought my prize. A perfect incentive to keep me sharp,” he chuckled lowly and winked at you. The action brought a wave of nausea over you and you shivered involuntarily in repulsion.

“You said 8 o’clock, Rosier. Let’s get this over with, I have better things to be doing,” Remus muttered, still looking aloof as possible.

Sighing and tearing his eyes away from you, he nodded and turned to walk back up the steps. “You have your second?” he asked, looking over at Severus Snape, who you imagined was his own second. The boy was now a known enemy after the whole ordeal with Lily and you frowned as he stared at you with a sharp glint in his eye too.

Remus hummed and motioned to Sirius who was lounging in a chair to the left of the platform already. “Of course I do, I know how these things work; I’m not an idiot.”

There was a hesitance before his response. “No, I suppose you aren’t a complete dunce, I will give you that.”

Turning to Remus, you caught the bottom of his shirt as he started ascending the steps. “Remus,” you called softly, and he turned to you with worried eyes.

“Yeah?”

You bit your lip gently and fought back a slight whimper that was bubbling up in the back of your throat. You really had no idea why Evan freaked you out as much as he did, and suddenly you really thought that it was a bad idea to fight him. It wasn’t even about the barbaric nature of it anymore, just the realization that he could get really hurt. You tugged on his shirt again to have him drop down a step and leaned up to whisper in his ear. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”

“I do. I’m not going to let this smarmy git go anywhere near you, okay?”

Taking in a deep breath, you nodded slightly and cracked a hesitant, unsure smile. “Thank you.”

Remus returned the smile and took your hand in his. “Anytime, love.”

You felt your heart flutter shamefully and glanced over at Evan, who was practicing his wand movements with Severus, before looking back to Remus. “His left side is his weaker one. He tends to use defensive spells more when coming from that side.”

Remus smiled wider and nodded. “Got it, thanks.”

You let him go and watched as he climbed up the steps. “Oh, and Remus!” you called out and he turned to look down at you from the platform. “Knock him on his arse.”

Remus simply winked in response and went to get into position. You walked over and sat next to Sirius, who was looking just as aloof and carefree as Remus, but you could see the hard set of his eyes, as if challenging anyone to make a wrong move.

“He’s going to be okay,” you said softly, and rubbed your clammy hands on the material of your pants roughly.

Sirius nodded, watching Moony intently. “Of course he is. You worry too much.”

“You worry about the ones you love,” you whispered, so softly that Sirius thought he was hearing things. His eyes widened and opened his mouth to ask if you were sure but was interrupted by the beginning of the match. Your eyes were plastered to the two boys dueling, the only recognition Sirius had to know you truly said what you did being the slight pink in your cheeks as you watched.

And it was the longest duel you had ever seen. The duel ran long as two highly skilled wizards battled it out with powerful hexes being blocked by even stronger shields. You shamefully noticed the way that, over time, Remus’ brow grew damp with sweat and his white shirt started to soak through, letting it cling to his toned, lean body. He used his nonverbal skills in rapid fire, something that you didn’t even have the pride to not admire. The way he channeled such obvious raw power made you want him even more. Over and over again Rosier was forced to use spell after defensive spell in order to shield himself from the attacks.

Eventually Remus used a nonverbal Expelliarmus to disarm him and then Flipendo to effectively knock him off balance. He watched with glee as Rosier just lay there for a few moments, panting from the force of having the wind knocked out of him. Remus walked over to the idle wand and picked it up before slowly walking over to Rosier, who was sitting on the ground in a daze.

Standing over him, you watched as Remus’ own chest heaved trying to breathe in as much oxygen from his burning lungs as he could. He bent down closer to Rosier’s face and grinned as he whispered something in his ear before standing upright and holding out his hand for Rosier to take.

Scowling, Rosier scoffed loudly and mumbled something under his breath before shoving Remus’ hand away to stand on his own. He snatched his wand from Remus’ outstretched hand and stormed off to Snape, who was scowling just as hard as he was.

Remus’ posture straightened in pride as he turned and walked down to the steps to the platform, and over to where you and Sirius sat.

“Well done, mate. I got to say, that was the most intense duel I’ve ever seen.” Sirius smiled and clapped Remus on the shoulder happily.

Remus chuckled, still slightly out of breath and nodded to Sirius as he offered a towel to dry off with. You watched with terrible fascination as Remus wiped at his forehead before slinging the towel over his shoulder casually. “Thanks, Padfoot. I didn’t realize Rosier was that good to be honest. He must have been practicing for a while in the club.”

“Yeah,” Sirius added, nodding along with him. “Y/N was telling me that she thinks the dueling club is new practice territory for the Junior Death Eaters. She counted too many when she walked in, right Y/N?”

Remus and him both turned to you, who was intently watching the path of a large bead of sweat that was trailing down the side of Remus’ temple. It dipped into a bit of his hairline quickly before continuing down its path over his jaw and down his neck. There it joined another bead, and you licked your lips quickly as you noticed the lovely glisten of his flushed skin.

“Uh, Y/N?” Sirius asked and you blinked once, snapping your eyes away from his body to Sirius.

“Yeah?” you asked quickly, ignoring the blush that was rising to your cheeks at being caught as you were more focused on the low heat that was already simmering and making your blood boil.

“You okay?” Remus asked, voice slightly hoarse and you fought back a groan at the sound. “You seem…” he trailed off and cleared his throat slightly as he watched you lick your lips yet again, thinking of the way his salty skin would taste. “Distracted.”

Smiling hesitantly, you forced yourself to look into his eyes and hoped he wouldn’t realize the reason you were staring intently. “I’m fine, Moony. Just glad you beat that creep.”

“So you’re not mad anymore?” he asked, thinking back to the way you were so angry just hours earlier and now you seemed as if you wanted to jump him; and boy would he let you, if only you tried.

You shook your head and smiled softly. “Godric, no. Remus, thank you for doing this for me.” You reached out to hug him, arms open wide as your threw them around his neck tightly. “As much as I hate to admit it, I probably did need to be protected from him.”

Remus’ own arms wrapped around your smaller frame tightly, pulling you flush against him. “Of course, Y/N. I’d do anything for you,” he whispered softly against the shell of your ear and the heat within your belly spiked at the sound of the low rumble in his voice.

Breathing in deeply you caught the scent of Remus’ obvious exertion mixed with a scent you knew as Remus. It was the beautiful smell of old parchment, an earthy tea and marmalade that now had a sweet, almost musky scent surrounding him. You felt your head start to grow fuzzy and you smiled as you took in another long inhale, trying to bury your face in his shoulder subtly. The way he smelled was intoxicating and you wanted to whine with the amount of need building.

The two of you stood there for a few moments before Sirius cleared his throat loudly, causing you to pull away with a jolt. You looked around to see Rosier and Snape glaring at you and Remus, and instinctively felt yourself shift behind Remus. You furrowed your brow at the realization, not usually being one to cower when being challenged. It must have been your hormones that were throwing you off.

“Okay, I should probably go shower. I smell like absolute shite,” Remus muttered, cheeks warm with an attractive flush or blush, you couldn’t tell.

Furrowing your brow further you blinked a few times and tried shaking yourself out of this haze and back into reality. You had to act normal.

“Yeah, you do, mate,” Sirius joked, and threw his bag at him.

“Let’s go then,” he smiled and motioned for you both to follow and your eyes grew wide.

“Inviting me to shower with you, Moony?” you asked and internally cringed at how obvious you were sounding. Godric Y/N, that is not what he meant!

Remus simply grinned lazily and shifted his bag on his shoulder slightly. “Darling, I would if I wasn’t so exhausted from that bloody duel.”

You felt your cheeks warm with embarrassment and slight shame as you heard the subtle rejection. Of course he’d turn you down gently, it was Remus after all.

Yet, you felt a slight pull at your sleeve that caused you to lean closer to him. “Trust me, Y/N, I’d want to be at my full strength for you. I’d have big plans,” he muttered with a cheeky grin and you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. All the same, your face flamed and you couldn’t have helped the small, whimpering moan that escaped the back of your throat at the thought.

“You two really need to shag already,” Sirius grumbled, walking passed the both of you with a frown. “And Y/N, you might want to just roll on him in order to better scent him.”

Remus simply threw his head back in laughter and pulled you both along, heading back up to his dorm so he could shower.

Hours later, after his shower—and the quick one he rubbed out to the thought of you joining him—he, you and the rest of your group were sitting around by the fire in the common room, discussing the duel.

“So you really knocked Evan Rosier on his arse??” Peter asked, a giddy, pleased look on his face.

“He sure did. Honestly, I hadn’t seen anyone duel like that in ages. Moony and him were going at it for over an hour!” Sirius exclaimed, looking all too proud to have been there for the match.

You, however, were lounging in the chair next to Moony, who was sitting on the couch next to Sirius. You had your arm propped up on the arm rest nearest to him, trying not to be obvious in the way you were trying to be close to him. The whole time he was in the shower, you couldn’t help but imagine the way the hot water was soothing away his aches and pains, as he wiped away the layer of sweat and grime that came with dueling for so long. You imagined the way his shoulders would slump and relax, letting the hot water roll down his back. Each drop would fall in the contours of his body, creating delicious paths down the nape of his neck, over the muscles in his toned back, dipping into the small of his back, down his spine to his perfect arse. The thought made you shiver and practically ache with need.

Looking back over at him, you watched as he smiled with lazy pride as Sirius filled everyone in on the events of the duel. You thought back to the duel yourself and realized just how talented Remus really was. Evan Rosier put up a good fight, but Remus used stronger shields and quicker hexes that were also nonverbal. He really did have a knack for all nonverbal magic.

“Hey Moony,” you mentioned quietly, pulling him from the conversation and turning to you. “Why didn’t you use incarcerous up there? I mean, you said it was a spell you knew well.”

Remus frowned for a moment, thinking about the repercussions of using such a powerful spell in a duel. With such anger and frustration running high, especially being channeled to only Rosier, he couldn’t think of a good way that it would end up for him. Simply thinking too hard about having someone tied up could warrant something too tight and painful as a result. As much as he hated Rosier, and wanted him to pay for making you feel threatened, he knew that stooping to his level to cast actual harmful hexes his way would be going too far. Sadly, he knew that going too far meant little to the wolf deep inside him.

He looked at you, smiling softly at your own slightly confused expression. Not wanting to bring down the mood, he shrugged off the idea. “Well,” he started and shifted slightly to lean in closer to you. “That is something I only use for very special occasions, darling.”

He watched as your confusion turned into a delicate, shamefully pretty smile and a slight, warm blush. You really were beautiful; how had he never noticed exactly how pretty you were as you matured?

“Ah, I see,” you mumbled, and glanced at Sirius who was looking at you with a shit eating grin. It seemed like he was almost always grinning at the two of you lately, and it was beginning to freak you out. “Well, I’m pretty knackered after worrying that you’d get your pants hexed off for over an hour, so I’m off to bed. Goodnight, Moony.” You stood from your seat and smiled gently, leaning down to give him a quick peck on the cheek. “Thank you again, my great, big neanderthal.”

Remus merely grunted softly like a caveman in response, grinning up at you. “Goodnight, Bubbles.”

“Remus!!” You scolded and shook your head, heading up the stairs.

Turning back to the rest of the group who were suddenly silent, he furrowed his brows in confusion. “What?”

“Bubbles?” James and Lily asked in tandem, and Remus’ eyes went wide. Oh no, you’d actually kill him.

The next morning Remus woke to a delicious smell of chocolate wafting over him; he inhaled deeply and smiled, enjoying the sweetness of the air. Opening his eyes, he blinked a few times and looked around, realizing by the light in the room that he must have slept through breakfast. Reaching out to the bedside table he grabbed his glasses that he rarely wore, mostly because he constantly loses them even if he refused to admit it, and blinked a few more times.

There, sitting on his bedside table, was a small tray with a chocolate muffin and some fresh fruit, along with Remus’ favorite morning treat: a piece of toast with fresh jam. He smiled in slight surprise, furrowing his brows as he wondered who would have left him breakfast. James, perhaps, although he was usually one to get him up instead, focusing on having “family meals” as he so often liked to call them.

Picking up the jam and toast, he took a big bite and smiled in delight. Still slightly warm, he noted that it must have been left relatively recently. Munching away on his lovely surprise breakfast, he started towards the loo to get ready for the lounging Saturday. Only once he was fully dressed and nearly ready to head down to the common room did he pick up his chocolate muffin and notice the small note sitting underneath.

I noticed you slept through breakfast. Can’t have you starving now, can we? I heard that you may need your strength soon.

Thanks for fighting for my honor or whatever, big boy. ;) xoxo

Raising his eyebrows in astonishment, Remus grinned broadly at the note left for him. You teased him that he’d need his strength, yeah? Good Godric, you were going to kill him. Sighing softly, he still smiled, knowing that even if you were teasing he should still probably thank you for being such a dear to him. He’d just need to stop in the loo once more before he left to, ah, make himself most presentable.

Once out and on his way, Remus grabbed his bag and headed down to the common room. There, he looked around to try and find you, wanting to send his thanks and possibly see if you wanted to head down to the library to do some reading today. You and him had moved many of your late night meet ups to a more reasonable hour lately, meeting up in the daylight to study in the library, take a walk around the castle, or even sneak off to Honeydukes for some sweets.

“Peter!” Remus called, walking over to his friend who was sitting across from James, trying to play a game of wizards’ chess. “Have either of you seen Y/N?”

James merely smirked slightly, as Peter resumed his position in trying to beat his friend. “So you got your gift, I imagine? She had me set it up for you after you didn’t come down for breakfast this morning. Mate, if you think I nag you about eating properly, you should have heard her go off about how you were a growing boy….”

Rolling his eyes, he couldn’t help but smile slightly. “Yes, I noticed it. Now would you tell me where Y/N is so I can thank her?”

James turned and waggled his eyebrows at Remus. “Are you going to thank her with a snog?”

“Excuse you, that is none of your business, Prongs!” Remus replied, crossing his arms over his chest. “If you must know, I was planning on being a real person and just thanking her.”

James smile dropped slightly, and turned back to the board. “Lame. You’ll never get her then, mate.” He moved his knight across the board and captured Peter’s rook. “Check.” Peter sputtered for a moment before sighing and moving his pawn.

“Oh and I should be taking advice from you, yeah?” Remus asked, a teasing smirk on his face.

James eyes widened slightly before narrowing at Remus. He cleared his throat, fighting down a blush and moved a pawn of his own.

“That’s cold, Moony,” Peter muttered, and smiled slightly as he saw that James left himself exposed. He captured his knight and grinned. “Check!”

James blinked for a few seconds, staring at the board, before shaking himself out of it. “If you must know, Moony…” he trailed off and studied the board for a few moments. Remus sighed and shifted from one foot to the other. This was honestly taking too long for him, maybe he should just use the map. “I think Lily and I are actually becoming friends this year.”

Remus sighed gently before nodding. “Yeah, I know Prongs, and I’m happy for you; but I’d also like to thank my friend for doing something nice for me. Any chance you’d be able to help me out?”

James nodded, still staring at the board. “She’s in her dorm. Has been since leaving you breakfast this morning.”

“Thanks,” Remus nodded to them both and left, headed in the direction of the girls’ dormitory staircase.

“Oh, Moony!” Peter called out, causing Remus to stop and turn back. “How long have you and Y/N been friends?”

Remus furrowed his brows. “Years, why?”

“Well if James and Lily should be friends before he could ever have a chance, I was just thinking…”he trailed off, twirling a captured bishop in his hands. “What are you waiting for?”

Remus blinked once, then twice, before smiling softly at his friend. “Thanks Pete, I’ll think about it.” He turned, walking towards the stairs, a whole new prospect to talk to you about looming on his mind.

“Check mate.” He heard in the distance, then laughter from James.

“Oh, come on!”

After disarming the male repellent charms on the staircase, Remus scaled the stairs two at a time, trying to get to your dorm as quickly as possible. A sudden burst of courage from Peter made him realize that maybe you did want him and maybe he should just go for it.

Reaching your door, he smiled and cleared his throat. He was going to go in and thank you for the breakfast, seeing how you reacted. Maybe he could thank you with a kiss… The thought brought a warmth to his face and he shook his head. “One step at a time.” He knocked a few times, and waited for your answer but heard no response. He turned the handle gently, slightly surprised to find it unlocked and let himself in.

“Y/N?” he called out, but got no response and furrowed his brows in confusion. Maybe you slipped out without James realizing. Remus sighed softly and looked around, noting the small pad of paper on the desk next to what he knew as Marlene’s bed. He hadn’t been here often, but there were times that Remus and you would read up here when nowhere else was free.

Walking over, he leaned down and began writing you a quick note, telling you how thankful he was for the breakfast and adding that the two of you needed to talk. Before he could finish the note, however, he heard a slight scraping noise coming from behind him, on your side of the room.

Turning, his eyes widened as he saw you pushing your drawer closed before stepping into a cute pair of blue satin bikinis. He stopped dead in his tracks, gripping the quill tightly, as he watched your hips bend, arms reaching out to grab the waistline of the panties, slowly pulling them up the smooth expanse of your skin. He noticed the soft blue color contrast prettily against your legs, watching silently as he followed the trail of the fabric up the back of your thighs, before sliding over your perfectly perky arse. He noted the way your panties hugged your behind firmly, the added lace trim giving him a wonderful show of the underside of your arse.  

He felt his whole body heat, more than just a blush, but as if he was going to burn. His pants quickly grew tight as he heard the small snap you gave the elastic once they were set in place. Not being able to help himself, he let out the smallest of whimpers in the back of his throat; all coherent thought gone, being replaced by the one idea to walk over and take you as many ways as he could.

Your gasp brought him back to reality however, as he saw you begin to turn and bit his lip in response. He caught the smallest glimpse of the side of your full breast before he snapped his eyes shut and turned away from you.

“Remus!” you squeaked, grabbing your towel from your bed and covering yourself quickly. “What are you doing here?”

“Sorry!” he muttered, and physically cringed at how dry and wrecked his own voice sounded in his ears. He cleared his throat in a poor attempt of composing himself before responding, “I—uh, tried knocking and I thought you were out.”

Each of you blushing from head to toe, you noticed the stiff way he held himself and the low timber in his voice. The sound made the embarrassing heat spike even further and a strange sense of butterflies formed at the realization that Remus had just seen you nude.

“I’m sorry, I should probably go,” Remus muttered, taking your silence as uncomfortable and upset. He turned towards the door and started walking towards it, eyes glued to the floor. You gasped softly when you heard him grunt as he hit the doorframe on his way out, but didn’t bother stopping.

Remus quickly bounded down the stairs, his groin physically hurting with how painfully hard he was. Cursing himself over and over, he continued to mutter to himself as he crossed the common room quickly and started up the steps to his own dorm. One his way up, he bumped into Sirius, who was casually walking down the stairs to the common room.

“Woah, where are you going in such a hurry, mate?” Sirius asked, slightly amused.

Remus stopped for a moment to look down at Sirius, and growled. “Is the room empty?”

Sirius’ brows rose at Remus’ tone and he nodded. “Yeah, it is, why?”

“Make sure it stays that way for a bit,” Remus muttered and shifted slightly before taking in a sharp breath, groaning ever so slightly. Sirius watched as his friend grew slightly more flushed and quickly pieced together why he was so agitated.

“What she do this time?” he asked with a barking laugh. You really were killing Moony, the poor thing.

Remus turned and shook his head, climbing the stairs, muttering a simple, “shower” as his only response before slamming the door shut loudly.

Tortured: 1

Torturer: 0

Walking down the stairs, Sirius chuckled to himself and sat down on the couch near the fireplace. Closing his eyes, he leaned back, deciding to take a quick nap. However, about fifteen minutes later he heard footsteps slowly making their way towards him and he opened one eye to find you standing over him, wringing your hands together nervously.

“Um, hey Padfoot,” you mumbled, “have you seen Remus by any chance?”

Sirius huffed in laughter before stretching and opening his eyes fully. “Sure did, sweetcheeks. He nearly took my arm off bumping into me earlier. You really got him riled up; he looked almost painful to the touch.”

You bit your lip in embarrassment and hung your head. “Ah, yeah…”

“Do you tease all guys this much before you shag them?” he asked, a smirk on his face. “Because I got to say, I don’t think Moony is going to last much longer, hon.”

Your flushed face and silence made Sirius furrow his brows in confusion. “You do know that you’re driving him mad, don’t you?”

He watched with mild amusement as your face reddened even further and you crossed your arms over one another defensively. “I-I’m not! I mean, I didn’t mean to; he walked in on me!”

“I meant in general, sweetheart. Moony is walking on real thin ice here—has been for a while.”

You furrowed your brows slightly and shifted uncomfortably. “He has?”

Sirius rolled his eyes and chuckled to himself. “What are you, a virgin?” More silence was heard and he looked up to see you shift from foot to foot, avoiding his gaze. “Oh Merlin, poor Moony…” Sirius groaned.

“Excuse me?” you shrieked, dropping your arms to your sides. “Poor Moony?? Just because I haven’t had sex before doesn’t mean I’m some type of prude, Sirius.”

Sirius sighed loudly and sat up, motioning for you to sit next to him. “No, that isn’t what I meant.” He started and took in a deep breath. He couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. “Look, Y/N, you and Moony have been doing this little flirting thing for months now; and it may have started out innocently but you know that isn’t the case anymore.”

“Sirius, you know me pretty well, yeah?” you asked and saw him nod in response. “Then you should know that I wouldn’t do anything with anyone, or at least anything serious, unless I knew that I could actually have something with them. And I couldn’t ever have that with Remus.”

Sirius watched as you bit your lip and looked down at your hands. “Y/N, if this is going where I think it is, then I don’t know you at all. Moony is a great guy and if you can’t see past—”

“Merlin, no!” you cut him off, eyes wide in shock. “That wasn’t even in the realm of—that doesn’t matter to me.”

“Good.”

“It’s just that I know Moony doesn’t see me like that, you know? And he’s so perfect and handsome and smart and… He deserves everything.” You hung your head low. “He deserves a lot more than just little ol’ me.”

Sirius frowned deeply, watching as you fought down the tears that were threatening to spill over. “Y/N,” his hand reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Do you not see the way Moony looks at you?”

You scoff bitterly and pull away. “Thinking that I’m fit and wanting to be with me are two very different things to me, Pads.” Taking in a deep breath, you closed your eyes for a moment and for the first time, Sirius saw the vulnerability within you. He watched as you composed yourself, your posture stiffening just slightly and your face becoming less red and splotchy, as if you weren’t on the verge of tears just moments ago.

“Moony’s up in his room if you still want him,” he replied softly, unsure of how to comfort someone who was already so closed off to the possibility of having a chance with the person they love.

You opened your eyes and smiled at him sadly. “Thanks, Pads, but I think I’m just going to head out for a bit. Take a walk, try to clear my head.”

Sirius nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be here if you need anything.”

Taking in a deep breath, you sighed before reaching out to give Sirius a big hug. “Thank you, Sirius.”

“For what?”

You smiled and pulled away before standing. “Just being you, not being a berk in teasing me about this.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, by the way. You are more than enough.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you tugged at the sleeves of your sweater, pulling them over your hands anxiously. “Thanks, but that isn’t really for me to decide.”

Sirius looked up at you, seemingly at a loss. “You said you loved him.”

“I do,” you nodded, “and I think I always will. Doesn’t mean that everybody gets to live happily ever after. We may be magical, but life isn’t a muggle fairy tale, you know.”

“Guess not.” Sirius shrugged and watched as you made your way out of the common room, through the portrait. Why couldn’t he just have kept his mouth shut?

You wandered throughout the castle for hours, no particular destination in mind. Somehow you found yourself wandering closer and closer to the places that you and Remus used to frequent, the Astronomy tower, the library, and even down towards the dungeon. Yet as soon as you realized where you were, you’d frown and turn away, trying to get to a place that didn’t remind you of him.

It was only out in the quad, where you were idly watching a few third years playing Gobstones, did you run into someone.

“Y/N?” A deep voice sounded from your right and you shook out of your trance to look up at Davey Gudgeon walking towards you. “You alright there, love? You looked like you weren’t with us for a second there.”

You simply smiled politely and chuckled. “I’m fine, just a bit lost in my own head I guess.”

He nodded and leaned against the same stone wall you were. “Knut for your thoughts then?”

Not really wanting to talk about Remus when you were trying to get him out of your head, you shrugged slightly. “I guess just worried about NEWTs. It’s a big shift from OWLs and I worry that I’ll fall behind.”

“I remember my first year of NEWT classes,” he added, shifting slightly against the wall to turn towards you. “It was rough but I don’t doubt that you couldn’t handle it. From what I’ve heard, you’re bloody brilliant in Potions.”

You blushed lightly, still not used to the attention you received around the subject. Having a father that is a well known potions master certainly didn’t help either, or relieve any of the pressure.

“That’s just it,” you crossed your arms over one another as you felt the wind pick up. The mid-February air still hadn’t lost its chill, and even in one of Sirius’ stolen jumpers you were cold. “Even if I’m good at the subject, I can’t afford to fall behind because of my dad. I can’t disappoint him, you know?”

Davey frowned slightly and furrowed his brows. “Are you going to be a Potions Master too?”

You looked down at your shoes, watching them tap their toes together repeatedly. “I don’t know; that’s what everyone wants me to do.”

“But what do you want?” he asked and you felt him slide closer to you, lifting your chin up to meet his gaze.

You smiled sadly. “Dunno; nobody’s ever really asked me that before.”

Davey smiled back and took in a deep breath before dropping your chin to offer his hand. “Let’s head back in; it’s gonna rain soon. I want to show you something.”

You glanced up at the clouds that were darkening the sky and then down at his hand. Slowly you put your hand in his own and he simply beamed, pulling you along with him. He walked quickly and only then did you notice how tall he was compared to you. Your eyes travelled from the bottom of his feet all the way up his head and noted that he had at least a foot on you.

“Come on, slow poke,” he jested and gave a small tug at your arm, causing you to laugh and stumble.

“I’m not a slow poke, you giant! Not everybody has such long legs like you!”

Slowing slightly, he chuckled and winked at you. “Not the only thing that’s long, love.”

You rolled your eyes and scrunched up your nose in disgust. “Ugh, gross Davey.”

“Just saying!” he responded and grinned toothily. “Alright, we’re here.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion and looked around. “What am I looking at?” The two of you were standing in the hallway on the third floor, seemingly nothing around you.

“Here,” he pointed over to the wall that housed a few trophies in a display case. The two of you walked over and you saw a moving picture of a young boy who looked an awful lot like Davey being thrown into the air by a group of students. They looked like they were celebrating.

“Is that—”

“My dad,” he said, voice quiet. “He played for Hogwarts back in the day and used to play professionally for the Chudley Cannons. Everyone expects me to follow in his footsteps. I’m captain of the team, I have a legacy father, but…” he trailed off.

“You just don’t know if it’s for you?” you asked with a smirk, knowing exactly how he felt.

Nodding in response, he looked back to the moving picture where his father looked so happy. “I’ve got nothing against quidditch; I’m good at it and I really like it. My little brother, Galvin, idolizes dad and me because of it. I just don’t know if it is what I’m meant to be doing. If I just follow in the footsteps of my dad, I won’t ever know what’s out there for me. Maybe I was meant to do something more, you know?”

You smiled at him sadly and rested your hand on his arm gently. “What would you want to do?”

He thought for a moment. “I think I’d want to be a herbologist.”

“I think I’d want to be a healer,” you whispered.

A large hand came and rested over your own. You looked up and smiled back at Davey. “You’d be a great one, Y/N.”

“You too.”

Remus frowned deeply as he saw Davey look down at you in the middle of the empty corridor, his hand resting atop your own. His heart sank deep in his chest at the sight of you smiling gently back up at him. He really had misread all the signs before. What was he possibly thinking when he thought that you’d be remotely interested in someone like him? Even if you were, which you clearly weren’t, he’d never be able to have anything with you anyways.

Turning away, he stomped down the stairs, his feet moving faster than his brain. He didn’t care where he went as long as he didn’t have to be anywhere that reminded him of you.

Hours passed and Gudgeon and you eventually parted ways. You had spent a few more hours talking before it got too late and you decided to turn in for the night. Walking you back to the common room, you hadn’t even thought of Remus until you stepped foot through the portrait. Thoughts of him and what happened earlier today hit you forcefully and you frowned, eyes drifting over near the fire. Usually after a long and cold night you’d spend the next few hours warming yourself by the fire. Remus would then find you and the two of you would spend practically the whole night talking with one another or reading to each other. Yet now, the idea set a sad ache deep in your bones that you knew the fire could never warm.

Standing in one spot near the portrait’s entrance way, you didn’t realize you were staring until Sirius walked up to you. “Y/N? Helloooo??”

Shaking yourself out of it, you blinked a few times before looking over at him. “Padfoot,” you started and smiled politely, “sorry about that. Were you saying something?”

“I was asking how it went with Moony.”

You furrowed your brows. “With Moony?”

Sirius’ eyes widened ever so slightly. “Moony said that he was going to talk to you hours ago. Did he not?”

Shaking your head, you crossed your arms over one another. “No, he didn’t. Do you know where he is?”

“No, I haven’t seen him since he left.”

You bit your lip in worry. If Remus wanted to talk to you, it was probably about what happened in your room earlier this morning. You sighed softly, the slight trill of excitement you originally had at the thought of him seeing you now gone, only leaving a sad embarrassment. “Let me see the map.”

Nodding to you, Sirius rummaged in his bags before handing it over. “He seemed like he was in a rush, so I’m sure he’s still looking for you.”

You nodded, not really hearing him and muttered a quick thanks before heading back through the portrait. You opened the map and searched the castle, trying to find him among the hundreds of names littered across the map. Furrowing your brow, you frowned as you saw his name far out beyond the castle walls. Down by the Great Lake a small name, “Remus Lupin,” was printed. Throwing the map in your bag, you slung it back over your shoulder. You huffed in annoyance and wrapped your jumper sleeves over your hands to try to stay warm. “Bloody perfect, Moony.”

Walking out on the grounds, you grumbled to yourself the whole way there, growing more and more annoyed as you were now chilled to the bone. Once you arrived at the edge of the Great Lake, you watched as the rain bounced off the surface of the water in strong pellets. You looked around, squinting in the growing dark as you tried to find him. You figured that the sun would have probably been setting prettily along this very water if it hadn’t been pouring.

Underneath the tree, however, you spotted Remus, back turned to you and knees pulled to his chest. Walking over, you stopped a few feet behind him when you noticed his shoulders tense and him shiver in the cold.

“Remus,” you called out. “What in the bloody hell are you doing out here?”

The wind howled loudly, whipping your cold, soaked hair around quickly. Remus simply tensed further before resting his head on his knees silently.

“Remus!” you called again and walked closer to him. “Are you trying to catch your death?!”

He finally lifted his head and turned, looking up at you with tired eyes. There were dark circles making his face look slightly hollow and his nose was a bright pink. You didn’t know if it was from possible crying or the cold.

“You should go back inside, Y/N,” Remus mumbled and you strained to hear him over the rain and wind.

“So should you, you absolute loon! What in Godric’s name are you bloody doing out in the fucking rain?! Was seeing my bum earlier really that upsetting to you?”

Remus suddenly frowned further and shifted towards you more. “Excuse me?” His voice was hoarse, yet somehow deep and powerful.

Crossing your arms over one another, you shifted under the tree in a feeble attempt at sheltering yourself from the rain. “You heard me! Honestly Remus, I’m sorry that you saw me naked, but you’re acting more weird about it than I am! Why else would you be sitting out here when the bloody heavens opened up??”

Standing to his feet, Remus turned and crossed his arms over one another defensively. “You aren’t my mother, Y/N!”

Furrowing your brows, you frowned and bit your lip in frustration. “No, but I am the one who is going to end up taking care of your sick arse so let’s just get inside!”

Remus took a step towards you, hands now at his sides. Looking up at him challengingly, you watched as he glared down at you. “Don’t tell me what to do, Y/N,” he warned.

“Or what?” you asked, and noticed the way he towered over you. You weren’t going to let him intimidate you in the slightest. “What are you going to do about it, Moony?” Your voice was now fighting over the wind howling in your own ears.

As Remus took another step towards you, you huffed and reached out trying to push him back. Your hand pressed into his hard chest with a loud smack as it hit the soaked material of his shirt. You pushed further and felt yourself struggle against the muscles that you had really never noticed there before. Looking up at him now, you noted the way his eyes darkened slightly as your own hand reflexively grasped onto his shirt, clawing lightly against his chest. Your eyes scanned across his face and watched as his usually curly, tousled hair stuck to his forehead in dark, slightly messier strands. You followed the wet drops of rain from the tips of his hair down the side of his face, across his clenched jaw and down his neck before running into the collar of his shirt.  

You gulped and bit your lip, taking in his soaked button up, eyes trailing over his broad shoulders and down towards his wet trousers. When your eyes reached the buckle of his belt, you felt yourself snap your head back up to his face, cheeks flushed from something entirely different than embarrassment.

Remus took another small step forward and your hand that was still gripping at his shirt flexed, scratching at him again. You heard a low growl being ripped from his throat and fought back your own whine at the noise.

“We’re going inside,” you mumbled, and waited with bated breath for the second growl. You suddenly felt a tightness at your own hips, however, and felt yourself be pulled flush against his front.

Looking up at him, you slowly grinned at the way Remus was clearly staring down your now soaked sweater. The outline of your dark bra could easily be seen against the light color of the borrowed jumper and Remus’ hands travelled from your hips to your arse slowly.

“Watch your hands, Lupin,” you warned, and Remus’ wolfish grin widened.

“Watch your mouth, Bubbles,” he snarked, eyes obviously flicking from your own eyes to your wet, slightly chapped lips.

“Make me.”

Hands squeezed at you roughly, your own tangling themselves in his wet hair quickly. Your mouths met in a frenzy, nothing soft or hesitant. Remus kissed you harshly, as if searching desperately for something that only you could satisfy within him. You moaned softly into his mouth, and you felt his body shiver against yours.

As your lips met, Remus felt the wolf deep within him howl in pride. You felt a sharp tug at your bottom lip as Remus nipped lightly, a demand to enter your mouth further. You whimpered in response and he gripped you tighter, the wolf desperate to lay his claim on you. Both soaked to the bone, the two of you stood in place, not caring about the thunder that was now chasing after the lightning in the sky.

Remus finally pulled away to breathe, but after waiting for so long, your mouth wasted no time in finding any patch of available skin it could. Your lips left open mouthed, hot kisses against his cool, wet skin and he groaned loudly as you began experimentally sucking at his pulse point. A hand gripped at the base of his shoulder while the other trailed down the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel more of him. Every nerve was on fire and you all you could think of was more.

As your small hand tugged at the buckle of his belt and continued down to brush over the large bulge in his trousers, Remus’ eyes snapped open. Suddenly Remus’ hands fell from your arse, and you couldn’t help the needy whimper that tumbled from your lips.

“Moony, please…” Your voice was breathy and utterly ruined, laced with obvious need for him.

Gripping your shoulders gently, Remus physically detached himself from you, needing the space in order to effectively calm himself. The action made your own eyes snap open in surprise, looking up at him with lust blown eyes.

“Remus?” you asked softly, and Remus bit his lip as he realized what he had just done.

His heart raced as panic spiked deep in his chest. Fuck, this is not what was supposed to happen. He was never supposed to lose control around you; he let it go too far.

“I-I wasn’t—I mean, I didn’t mean to—” he started and trailed off, dropping his hands from your shoulders and taking a half step back.

You didn’t even try to hide the hurt that flashed across your face as Remus tried to take back what just happened between the two of you. “Oh,” you mumbled and tried straightening your jumper that was soaked to your skin. “I see.”

“Y/N,” Remus reached out, hesitating slightly as he went to rest his hand on you again; it was as if he was afraid to touch you now. “I’m sorry.”

“Let’s just go inside before we get sick,” you muttered and turned, walking back towards the castle quickly, not caring to check if he was following you. As you walked back towards the castle, you kept your head down, lungs burning for air as if you were drowning and heart too shattered to feel it start to freeze.

Tortured: 0

Torturer: 1

That night Remus was getting ready for bed after a long, hot shower to try to warm him from the perpetual chill he felt since he had headed inside. He was bent down, rummaging through his trunk, trying to find his warmest pair of pajamas when he heard someone clear their throat behind him. Looking over his shoulder, Remus looked over to his friend, who was leaning against his own bedpost, arms folded over one another in accusation.

“So,” Sirius started, “what exactly is going on between you and Y/N?”

Remus blanched and frowned, feeling the sickening twist of guilt wrench deep in his gut. Despite this, he turned back to his trunk and continued looking through it. “What do you mean?”

Sirius pushed off his post and walked over to Remus, “I mean the two of you are practically fucking every time you’re together.” He uncrossed his arms and moved to snap the trunk shut, missing Remus’ hand by a second. Remus watched as his knees bent and suddenly he was face to face to a crouching Sirius. “So what exactly is going on there?”

Remus cleared his throat nervously, feeling his face warm slightly. “Look, I don’t know, alright? I never meant for it to happen, but she’s just so…” he trailed off, trying to search for the words.

“Teasing?” Sirius supplied and Remus felt himself flush even further. His mind flashed to the teasing way you shimmied your hips when pulling up your panties to the way you looked up at him as if you’d have let him take you right there if he wanted just hours earlier out by the lake.

“Uh, yeah.” He cleared his throat again. “And I know she thinks I’m fit, so I go with it. She always gets that same look in her eyes that the others birds do.” Remus sighed heavily and pushed off his knees to stand upright.

“Wait,” Sirius interjected, and stood along with him, leaning in close. “You think she just thinks your fit? Really Moony?!”

Remus blinked once, then twice, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “Yeah?”

Sirius ran his hands through his hair and let out a long groan. “Merlin’s beard, how can you be so blind?!”

Suddenly Remus felt all too uncomfortable. “Excuse me? I’m blind, how exactly?”

Sirius suddenly paused, stopping his burst of pacing and took in a deep breath. “Look, she’s over the moon about you, mate. I don’t know you haven’t seen that yet.”

Remus rolled his eyes, crossing his arms defensively. “Padfoot, she’s not. She couldn’t be, I mean look at me!” He knew that what he was saying was at least a partial lie, as he remembered the desperate way you clung to him as he kissed you; yet, he couldn’t let himself think that he could have a chance. If he did, then he really just fucked things up.

Sirius suddenly turned, truly looking at Remus. “Mate,” he started and Remus didn’t know whether his next words would be comforting or a threat. “You’ve known Y/N for years. She is arse over tit for you and this is more than just her thinking about a good lay. You of all people should know that she isn’t that type of bird…”

Remus stopped and really thought about the way you’ve been acting around him for the last few months. It was obvious that you had a sexual attraction to him but with the other attention he had been receiving he didn’t think that it would be anything more than that with you. He didn’t realize that the hurt in your eyes could have been something more than just the typical embarrassment of rejection.

���Even if that’s true, I couldn’t do anything about it and you know that.”

Sirius groaned loudly again and rolled his eyes. “Really? You really think that she cares about you being a werewolf, Moony?!”

“I don’t care if she cares, I care! I’m not going to risk her entire future just because of me!” Remus snapped, growing frustrated at how everyone always assumed that it wouldn’t be an issue.

“Well you have a pretty shite way of showing it then, since you nearly shove your tongue down her throat every chance you get.”

Growling lowly, Remus’ eyes darkened into a hard glare. “Shove off, Sirius.”

“No, Remus, you shove off. I don’t know what you think you’re doing here with her but you can’t keep up this charade anymore. You’re leading her on, and Merlin I’m not going to have her crying her eyes out to me when she finally gets tired of your games.”

Remus stilled and dropped his glare, blinking at a very tired looking Sirius. “Has she really told you how she feels?” His heart sank as he thought of you crying your eyes out to Sirius after what he did earlier today. Merlin, Sirius would never forgive him.

Sirius shook his head slightly and looked down. “I swear, she’d kill me if she knows you knew, but yes. Now you need to tell her how you feel before I do, mate.” Walking over towards the door, he paused and turned to his friend. “Once she knows that the only reason you are staying away is because of your bloody furry problem, do you really think she’s just going to accept that?”

And with that Sirius walked out the door, leaving a confused and overwhelmed, very regretful Remus in his wake.

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