#not because she beat Dick although that’s a plus

[obsessedwithstarwars]

Jazz takes care of a de-aged Danny, and they lay low in Gotham. But just because Danny’s body is younger doesn’t mean his powers have lessened. In fact, they’ve only grown harder to control. Having the energy of a child makes containing his powers harder (just like when he first got them) until they realize that Danny’s powers are much easier to control when he can get rid of some of his excess energy. Jazz hears about a free gym open to all that is also meta-proof (more durable) from a wonderful woman at the library. (Lookin at you Babs)

The gym has a gigantic kids play area, along with classes for all ages and a training area complete with an American Gladiator style obstacle course for adults. Jazz will use the obstacle course sometimes when her boss has fully ticked her off. Stephanie and Cass volunteer there whenever they can. Jason always sends the alley kids there too because it’s close by and a safe place. Dick leads a class there whenever he can.

Dick actually holds the record for the obstacle course. Until Jazz gives it a go after a particularly trying day. She doesn’t realize there’s a record. She never would have used the course if she’d known. Training with Pandora and Fright Knight gave her plenty of advantages with how she can use her liminality and she definitely doesn’t need to stand out.

But again, she doesn’t know there’s a record. Or that someone saw her going repeatedly through the course (Stephanie) and decided to time her on her next go. (She doesn’t film without permission because she’s respectful of boundaries like that) She does post Jazz’s time in the Batfam group chat to take Dick down a couple notches though.

Or someone else (not Batfam, just a random citizen) takes a video of her doing the course and posts it on the internet and now they (Jazz and Danny) have to stay one step ahead of Vlad, the Batfam, their parents, and avoid the GIW. How hard can it be?

[baby-tini]

Bully Dabi🥵 he messes with you your whole life ever since you moved in the neighborhood. He makes sure you don't have any meaningful connections with friends from school so no one bothers you. It wasn't till University that it got kicked up a notch. He wasn't shoving into you or saying mean things anymore it was more sexual now. He grabs you around the corner of a classroom and makes you grind on him. While doing that he says the nastiest things in your ear. 'You always wanted this' 'wanted to ruin you for so long' 'wait till you see my cock you'll drool over it like the little cock slut you are' 'my cock slut' 'can't wait to see this tummy buldge from my cock'

TW- NONCON, victim blaming, sexual assault, bullying, verbal and physical abuse You had moved into the neighborhood when you were about eight years old, your dad had gotten a new job that payed way better then his old one. Being an only child, you never really had people to play with so, when your dad told you that there was a family across the street with kids your age, you were ecstatic. The kids were really nice to you, well, except the oldest, Touya or as all his friends called him, Dabi. He was always so mean to you. Tripping you, pulling your hair, spilling juice on your pretty clothes, you never liked Touya, he never gave you a reason too. So, you did your best to avoid him, you only came over to play with Fuyumi anyway, so, you would just be in her room playing dolls and having fun, until you had to go home. Now the bullying wasn't too bad as kids, it was more like an inconvenience for you. But in high school? That's when it started to get worse, the tripping turned into Dabi- as he now forced you to call him- pushing you into lockers and laughing when he sees the bruises on your shoulders and thighs. The hair pulling turned into him yanking you up by your hair as he called you mean names. You wanted to tell someone, you truly did but all the girls loved Dabi, that was apparent when he had a new one hanging off him everyday. Plus you didn't want your parents to move you to a different school, you had a lot of friends here. You especially didn't want to tell Fuyumi, knowing she'd tell everyone, it would be in good faith coming from her but, she really couldn't keep a secret to save her life.

Dabi being older then you by a couple years means he graduated and went to college first, giving you two years of peace, you didn't have to look over your shoulder or wear jackets all the time in order to cover the bruises he inflicted. You could have fun and joke around with friends without him staring you down from across the hall. It was the best two years of school you've had in your life, plus, Dabi moved into a dorm on campus with his friends Keigo and Tomura. So, you rarely saw Dabi around the neighborhood, except when he came home occasionally on weekends. But even then, you'd rather five- rarely seven- days of peace then none at all. It also meant you could talk to guys without Dabi threatening them or in most cases, beating them black and blue. It's the worst in college though, the years of peace in high school gone all too quickly as you start uni. Although, you don't have any classes with Dabi, so you rarely see him. After classes is a different story though, he's trailing after you, holding you hostage in empty classroom and calling you mean names as his bullying gets bolder.. more.. sexual. He's pinning you against the wall now, leaving hickeys and bruises on your neck, shoving his tongue in your mouth and probably the worst is when he pushes you on top of the desk to spread your legs and hump your cunt over your clothes. Then there was the time that Dabi had dragged you you into an empty classroom, calling you a slut because your skirt was too short for his liking as he laid you on the empty teacher desk and proceeded to pull your skirt up and take his cock out. He had you lay there as he rubbed the head of his dick over your clit, through your panties, making you beg for him to play with your pussy. "Feels good, doesn't it slut?" Forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist, he grinds into your cunt. Slapping your hands away when you try to hide your face and laughing when you start to cry. Pumping his cock a couple times, he runs it over your panties, making sure his tip catches your clit. Trying to look away from him doesn't work 'cause he'll just pull your upper body off the desk and make you watch him fuck your clit, his slit leaking beads of pre-cum, wetting the sensitive nub, his piercing catching on it so nicely. He'll switch from that, to pulling your underwear to the side so that he can slap at the little bundle of nerves and rolling it with his pointer and thumb.

"I don't know why you're covering your face, you were asking for it, wearing all the slutty clothes that you do." Dabi says the meanest things when he has you like this, he's never been soft while he touches you. Always bending you over the railing in the stairwell so that he can lift your skirt to rub your pussy with two fingers then he'll pull your thong tightly against your pussy, so that your lips peak out and he can grind against you. Or when you're leaving the building he'll pull you with him behind the school so that he can give 'daily hole checks,' as he calls them. He says he does them to make sure you're not whoring yourself out, seeing how tight you are by making you suck on his fingers so he can push them inside you. "Bend over bitch, I won't ask again, gotta make sure this pussy is just how I left it." If you're too slow doing as he asks, he'll push against the wall and pulling your ass towards him. From there, he'll pull your panties down, letting them drop to your ankles as he spreads your pussy open and literally stares at your pussy for minutes, pulling lips apart and pushing tip of his thumb inside, spitting on your clit and using his palm to spread it all over your cunt, getting spit on your thighs as he does so. If he deems that your pussy isn't how he left, whether his cum is no longer in you or you feel "looser" then he'll punish you. He makes you hold up your skirt from behind with your face squished against the dirty brick wall as he slaps your ass, hitting you so hard your eyes burn from the salty tears running down your cheeks. Telling you mean things as he carries out his brutal assault on your ass. "Don't start crying now bitch, if you weren't such a slut, I wouldn't have to hit you." or, "Did you really wipe my cum out of you? You ungrateful little whore." and, "Move away from me again and see what happens, I'll hit a lot fucking harder, try me." and of course, "You really think anyone'll believe you? Those bitches you hang out with would kill to be in your position, would beg to have my cock stretching them so full it bulges from their fucking stomach.

[sh4wty18]

girl of your dreams - chapter two.

one. | two. | three.

pairing: hockeyplayer!chris x figureskater!reader

summary: chris keeps getting distracted at practice. then he invites his rival to a party.

cw: rivals to lovers, angst, first person POV, language

word count: 1.2k + not edited

tags: @joeshiestyslover @chrissbluehat @h3arts4harry @wompwomp-1 (if you want to be tagged, comment!)

dividers from @plutism

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Chris’s POV

All week at practice I’ve been getting distracted by Y/n. What? It’s not my fault she’s so fucking hot. And that attitude of hers, shit. I’m lucky she’s never been to one of my parties, even though I want her to come. Me plus her plus alcohol equals disaster. I think the second a drop of alcohol enters my system around her, I’d kiss her. 

On the hockey team, I play center. I’m supposed to be scoring all the goals and leading the team to victory, but this week I’ve been missing the puck left and right. Every time I glance over at the women’s figure skating team, I catch a glimpse of Y/n landing some insane trick. Like right now, she just landed two three sixty turns in a row perfectly on one foot. I don’t know what that move is called, but I know she looked incredible doing it. She looks up, and for a second her gaze meets mine. I look down at the ice, and I can practically feel her sarcastic eye-roll burning into my skin. If looks could kill, I’d be dead a hundred times over. 

“Sturniolo! Come on, get your head out of your ass!” Coach Carter yells across the rink. “Less ogling the girls, more scoring! We got a game on Monday.”

A few of the guys on my team snicker as I awkwardly make my way back to my starting position. “Sorry, coach,” I mumble. One of the wingmen passes me the puck, and I maneuver it up the rink and swing. It flies past the goalie and into the net, and the horn blares out above us. 

“Fuck yeah!” I shout, and turn to look at the figure skaters. Sure enough, Y/n is staring at me. I shoot her a grin, and I swear, I catch her starting to blush. But before I can confirm it, she looks away. 

It’s this little game we play. We pretend to hate each other, or at least, I do. She might actually hate me for all I know, although I hope she doesn’t. Really, we’re just rivals in the academic sense. I can tell she gets mad that I like to party and can still pull good grades. Great grades, even. Grades as good as hers. I don’t try as hard as her, and I know it. The professors love me, the girls love me, and I know how to get what I want. In Model UN, we’re co-presidents, and sometimes I like to debate her on purpose, just because I know I get under her skin. I know that makes me a dick, but so what? She’s a dick to me, too. We’ve had this rivalry since freshman year, and maybe that makes us immature. Going on four years of petty arguments, scowls, and sarcastic remarks. I can’t help it. She’s insufferable. But fuck, she’s so hot. 

I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere between freshman year and now, my feelings for her elevated to include not only reluctant toleration and annoyance, but also pathetic pining. I want her– bad. But she also makes me so angry. With her stupid preppy outfits, her try-hard, kiss-ass attitude, the smug looks she gives me every time she beats me to answering a question in class. She’s enraging. And yet, she’s still who I think about every night when I’m trying to fall asleep. God, what is happening to me?

“Sturniolo!! Alright! Go the hell home– all of you! We’re done here. Come back on Monday with a clear mind. It’s obvious you don’t want to be here right now,” Coach Carter yells.

I don’t move at first, none of us do. He’s never kicked someone out of practice before, let alone the entire team. And it was all my fault. 

“What about Saturday practice?” a guy named Charlie asks.

“Canceled.” We all stare in awe. He must be really mad. “Well? Get the fuck out of my rink!” 

We all scramble to glide off the rink and towards the bleachers. As we pull off our skates and make our way into the locker room to get changed, everyone is giving me dirty looks. I have no defense. I ruined practice because I was thinking about fucking my rival. Who am I? She probably doesn’t even feel the same about me. 

To make it up to the boys, I quickly made an offer. “Alright, guys. I’m sorry about today. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, I’ve been having an off week. How about we chill at the ADPhi house tonight? I host, free alc, on me?”

A few guys laugh and smile. One of my friends, Jackson, claps me on the shoulder, “Sorry? You saved us from Saturday practice! We gotta get you in trouble more often!” He laughs, and I do too. “Yeah, man, we’ll see you tonight.” 

I smile and continue changing. It’s good to know not everyone is mad at me. The last thing I want is to let my team down. We all collect our things and make our way back out to the rink, where most of the figure skating team is grabbing their stuff to head out, too. Both the coaches have left at this point, so I feel completely comfortable shouting, “Hey! Hockey-figure skating double party tonight! ADPhi house! You all better fuckin’ be there!” I smile and wink at the women. Most of them smile back and give me nods of affirmation. Except one. 

Y/n keeps her head down, continuing to throw her belongings into her bag as if I didn’t say anything at all. I let out a quiet huff. I sit on the far end of the bleachers until the majority of my teammates and the figure skaters have left, and it’s just me, Y/n, and a few stragglers remaining. I slowly make my way up to her, leaning down to meet her line of sight. 

“What do you want?” she asks like she could not give less of a shit about anything I have to say. Like I’m just the piece of meat standing between her and the library. I hate how much it turns me on, to hear her that pissed off at me. Fuck.

“You coming tonight?” I ask, even though I know the answer. I just want to hear her say it.

“Chris, you know I’m not.” 

I chuckle, “I know you don’t like having fun. I shouldn’t have even asked.” 

This throws her for a loop, and she lets out a shocked sigh. “I do like having fun.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask, giving her a lopsided, cocky smile. “Prove it.” 

Her face flushes, and I pretend I don’t notice. “I don’t have to prove anything to you.” 

“You’re right, you don’t. But think of how good it would feel to show me up. You’re always trying to prove me wrong. Isn’t that like, our whole thing?” 

“We don’t have a ‘thing’,” she says. Ouch. 

“Come on, Y/n. Haven’t you ever wondered what it feels like? To break the rules. Do something no one would ever expect of you.”

Somehow, this is the thing that makes her consider it. I can practically see the gears turning in her head. “Fine.” 

Yes! I smirk. “See you tonight.”

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i love this and i cannot wait to write more chapters of this fic! tysm for your patience :)

[cdelphiki]

Searching felt like it was taking forever. 

Jason sat next to Dick as he and Bruce poured over surveillance footage, trying to create a trail from Jason’s apartment to wherever they had taken Damian. 

It was hell. Jason kept checking his phone for a text from… he wasn’t even sure. Clark, maybe. Or Athanasia. 

Although he wasn’t even sure if she had the other cell phone with her… 

Lois, maybe. He shot off a text to her asking, “any news on Mara?” then looked back over at Dick, his leg bouncing. 

“What if we don’t find him,” Jason asked, “What are we gonna do?” 

“We’ll find him,” Dick said soothingly, “That’s not even an option, Jase.” 

“But what if,” Jason pressed. What was going to happen to Damian?

The League was fucking hell. And, and. Damian would lose all trust in him… If. If he had any trust to begin with.

[[The entire rest of the chapter is below the cut, due to the AO3 maintenance starting tonight so folks can read it during the blackout.]]

Damian trusted him, right? He stayed in the apartment and did what Jason told him to do. And. He gave his stupid cat to Jason when Jason made him, so the girls could sleep without the cat jumping on them, even though he kept thinking Jason would hurt the cat, or whatever. 

“Jason,” Dick said, “We will find him. If we don’t find him today, we’ll keep looking tomorrow, and the next day, and every day until we do. So don’t even consider won’t.” 

“Ugh,” Jason sighed. He leaned forward in his seat and steepled his hands. “I promised him he’d never go back.” And now he was there. 

He was fucking there. 

“We can’t control everything that happens,” Bruce said, “The important thing—” 

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Jason snapped. He needed need Bruce’s stupid advice or whatever he thought he was doing.

What he needed was for them to find Damian.

“We will get him back, Jason,” Bruce said, even though Jason wasn’t talking to him, “Ra’s has never been able to hide from me for long. We’ll find him.” 

Oh yeah, sure. Then how did Bruce explain Ra’s and Talia hiding two children from Bruce, hm?

Jason supposed that right there was proof Bruce didn’t fucking care about his own biological children. 

“Dick,” Jason said pointedly, refusing to look over at Bruce, who was on the other side of Dick, “Want to spar?”

“Spar?” Dick asked skeptically, “What for?” 

Stretching his legs out, Jason scowled and said, “I need to get used to these damned tights. Mr. Ra’s-has-never-hid-anything-from-me can deal with this for a little while. Come on, afraid I’ll beat you?”

“You, my little baby brother, beat me? Now you’re just dreaming,” Dick said with a giant grin. He got to his feet and motioned with his head toward the training mats. 

All Jason did was smirk in return. 

HIs phone buzzed with a text, so he looked down as they walked and read Lois’s reply. 

‘She’s still in surgery, I have not heard anything further. No news is good news at this point.’ 

Nodding, Jason shot back, ‘Thanks. Do you know how Attie is dealing?’ then set his phone down on a table near the training mats. Hopefully Attie was doing fine. Or… at least not crying her eyeballs out and not letting the Kents comfort her. 

However she was dealing, Jason couldn’t really do anything to help that. 

“I’ll go easy on you,” Dick said, still grinning. 

Sparring was, quite frankly, the best damn thing to do. 

Jason… Jason hadn’t been doing any sort of training for a couple months at that point.

And while, yeah, he’d been doing physical labor, and he did some stretching and such, he hadn’t been training since they got to Metropolis. 

Thankfully it hadn’t been too terribly long. What? Like…. Two months? Sixty days? Since they landed in the US? Because they definitely did enough physical exertion before while trekking across the entire damn world. 

Plus he fought with the assassins a few weeks back. So.

It wasn't like he was weak, but his muscles did feel a little achey as he started really moving them. 

Dick of course kept showing off all his acrobatic moves, but Jason wasn’t exactly clunky in his own movements. 

Several minutes into them exchanging blows, but not really landing anything on each other, Dick pulled out his escrima sticks. 

“No fair,” Jason panted, as he stepped back out of Dick’s range, “I don’t have any sticks.” 

“Do you want some?” Dick asked, stopping abruptly and standing up straight. 

Jason fall out of his own protective stance and contemplated it for a moment. 

He would be going up against assassins, most likely. Who had, like, swords. And Jason’s sword got abandoned in Kabul, so he didn’t have that. So. It was probably a good idea? He had his guns, of course. And guns were great, until he was in close range… 

Then he needed a way to deflect swords being swung at his neck. He could fill someone up full of lead, but if they managed to get one single swing on him, it was all over. 

“Yeah, that would be good,” he finally said. 

Dick took him into the weapons vault, as he always called it as a kid. In reality it was just an elaborate little nook in the cave with lots of neat things hung up on the wall. 

“I had such a nice sword in the League,” Jason lamented, as he start picking up different sticks, feeling the weight in his hands. 

Some of them were downright light, and it was a little unnerving. His sword had some heft to it, and Jason liked that. 

“So were you, like, a member of the League of Assassins,” Dick asked slowly. 

Jason rolled his eyes. He set the bo staff he’d been holding and picked up the next one as he said, “Not like you’re thinking. Talia was just getting me training.” 

Sure, he did some missions and stuff…. But yeah. He wasn’t, like, one of the assassins. 

Also it was none of Dick’s business. 

“Ooh this one,” Jason said, before Dick had even figured out how to respond to him. Jason had picked up a collapsible bo staff that could be split in half to be escrima sticks. They weren’t too heavy, but they weren’t light as feathers, either. The only thing they were missing was tasers. Dick’s had tasers. 

“Come show me your skills,” Dick said, and Jason could only grin in response. 

They sparred for a good half hour, and honestly it was the best damn thing. Jason felt so loose when he finally knocked Dick off his feet. 

Dick rolled onto his feet, but he did not stand back up. Instead, he stayed down and caught his breath.

“I learned from the League’s best,” Jason said, as he collapsed his staff and tried to find a good spot to store it on his body. 

“Apparently,” Dick panted. He reached over to where one os his sticks had landed, then looked up when Jason held a hand down to help him to his feet. “I went easy on you, though.” 

“No you didn’t, shut up,” Jason said. He walked back over to where his phone was and checked to see if Lois had replied. 

“Everyone knows you have to let the little kid win,” Dick said. He clapped Jason on the back. 

“Shut up,” Jason repeated. He opened Lois’s latest texts and read through them. 

‘Martha said Attie isn’t speaking, but she’s doing fine. They’re making ice cream right now, and she seems to be enjoying it.’

‘Mara just got out of surgery. Doctor said everything went well, they fixed the bleeding and stitched her up. They’ll hold her at least overnight, possibly for a couple days depending on how she’s doing tomorrow.’ 

“Mara’s out of surgery,” Jason said, as he started shooting back his thanks to Lois. He asked her if they knew when Mara would wake up.

He’d like to be there for that… but Mara understood, if he wasn’t. 

Probably. 

“How is she doing?” Dick asked. 

“They might discharge her in the morning, so good I guess.” 

Bruce walked over into the training area, Jason could tell because he was allowing his boots to squeak against the floor. 

Which was annoying, but at least he wasn’t sneaking up on him. 

Jason wasn’t turning around to look at him, though. 

‘If Mara wants I’ll talk to her on the phone when she wakes up, if I’m not able to get out there,’ Jason texted to Lois. 

“Jason, Dick,” Bruce said, when neither of them gave him immediate attention. 

Asshole.

“I found him.” 

Jason whirled around and demanded, “Where is he?” 

Bruce twitched, but he motioned with his head for them to follow him back out into the main cave. 

And Jason eagerly followed. 

Back at the computer, Jason stood behind Bruce as he sat and started pulling up all the research he had. Up on screen already was a flight tracker, with one flight highlighted that was just east of Greenland, presently. On another screen was a security footage video, paused. Jason couldn’t really tell what was going on with it, but it looked like it was footage from an airport.

“He’s on a plane?” Jason asked. If they got on their plane that moment, maybe Damian would only have to spend a couple hours with Ra’s, at most. 

Or, maybe they could intercept him before he even got to Ra’s.

Because Jason doubted heavily that Ra’s came to the United States to get Damian himself.

“Yes, but not one of the ones we were tracking,” Bruce said, as he pulled up flight logs, “It’s a private plane charted by a shell company. It took tracking through seven layers, but it does lead back to Ra’s.” 

Bruce hit play on the security footage, and Jason found himself leaning in. It wasn’t a long video, only about fifteen seconds, so Bruce had it on loop, and the quality was absolute shit. If it were a video on youtube, everyone would be asking if it was shot using a potato. 

But Bruce thought it had something to do with Damian, so Jason tried to take in each of the men on the screen. One of the men adjusted something as he stepped onto the staircase up to the small plane, and in the third loop, Jason finally saw the brief flash of a face against his shoulder. 

Almost like he was carrying a sleeping child…

“What the fuck did they give him,” Jason asked. Damian did not sleep deeply. Generally he’d stay asleep if Jason was very quiet, but more often than not Damian woke if Jason entered his room. And Jason was Jason. Someone he hoped Damian knew was safe to sleep around.

Random assassins he may or may not have ever met?

Nu uh, no way. He was drugged. 

“I have a few guesses based on Athanasia’s report it was an injected drug that caused almost instant unconsciousness,” Bruce said, “a few of those last several hours with one injection.” 

“Bastards,” Jason huffed, “If that kid was conscious, he’d be biting them all.” 

“Biting?” Dick asked, from where he’d come to stand next to Jason, behind Bruce. 

“Yeah. He bit me the first day I met him,” Jason said. And honestly, Jason was surprised that was the only bite he got from that feral little runt. 

Dick grinned wide and asked, “Why?” 

“I was trying to keep him from attacking fucking Deathstroke when Deathstroke was letting us go. We needed to run, not fight Deathstroke more.” And the fact a smart kid like Damian hadn’t even understood that on his own is a real testament to how fucking stressful that day was.

Or how brainwashed he was into believing you cannot lose a fight ever. 

Bruce looked up at Jason and legit just stared at him for a solid several seconds. 

“What?” Jason demanded. 

But Bruce shook his head, and looked back at the screens. “There are twenty-six people on this plane, including the pilot, who is employed by Ra’s.” 

“So twenty-five assassins and one drugged up baby assassin,” Jason concluded. They could take twenty-five assassins. 

“It seems so,” Bruce said. 

“Funny it took so many of them to kidnap one feral eight-year-old,” Jason said. 

“I asked Clark to do a flyby of the plane, he’ll be doing that in a few minutes,” Bruce said. 

Dick shifted his weight from one foot to another and asked, “Where’s the plane going? Do we know where they’re trying to take him?” 

Nodding, Bruce said, “The itinerary they filed with the FAA says they’re going to a small airport in western China.”

“Tashkurgan?” Jason asked. That was the airport they always used. It was a tiny little airport that was big enough flights leaving there wasn’t suspicious, but small enough no one ever noticed them. 

Plus, Jason was sure Ra’s slipped the officials lots of money. So. 

“Yes,” Bruce said, “So it seems they’re taking him to Nanda Parbat.” 

“That’s where Ra’s had been hiding the kids to begin with,” Jason said, “I would have thought Ra’s would try to hide him somewhere else, he must be pretty darn confident no one will ever escape from there again.” Jason would have found a different place, for sure.

But then again, maybe the League didn’t have another base so well hidden and guarded. 

“They’ll likely take a helicopter directly to Nanda Parbat from the airport,” Bruce said, “That might be a good time to intercept them.” 

The computer lit up with a phone call from Clark, so Bruce quickly hit accept.

“Talk to me,” Bruce said. Which was just. So Bruce. 

What an asshole.

“I can’t get near this plane,” Clark said, “There’s so much Kryptonite on it I can feel it a hundred feet away. I put one of your trackers on the plane, though. I don’t think anyone saw me.” 

“Is Damian on the plane?” Jason asked, “Could you see him?” 

“He is, yes,” Clark said, “He’s asleep, but they have him strapped into a seat between a couple assassins. He appears unharmed, and his heart rate and breathing seems normal.” 

“I see the tracker,” Bruce said, “they would have disabled it if they noticed you.” 

“Good,” Clark said, “I don’t think there’s much more I can do from here. I don’t want to down the plane and risk hurting Damian.” 

“Of course not,” Bruce said, “We can handle it from here.” 

“Thanks, Clark,” Dick said cheerfully.

“Keep me appraised. The Justice League is standing by. Just because I can’t get close doesn’t mean Green Lantern or Flash can’t be helpful.” 

“Will do,” Dick said, before Bruce could probably say no. 

Once Clark cut the line, Bruce turned to Dick and said, “We are not asking Green Lantern to help.” 

“We might,” Jason said. He started tapping his toe and motioned back up to the screen when Bruce looked his way, and said, “So what’s the plan? What are we doing?” He wanted to get Damian and get him now. 

“I think our best course of action is to follow the plane,” Bruce said, “The Batwing is faster than the jet Ra’s chartered, so Damian won’t need to spend long there by himself.” 

“Good. Ra’s is a bastard, I don’t want Damian there for a second longer than necessary.” 

“I don’t want him there, either,” Bruce said, “Children don’t belong in the League.” 

Jason huffed, but chose not to say something.

He wasn’t going to start fighting with Bruce over him leaving his fucking kids there. They needed to get the plane prepared to go. 

“Give me a task,” Jason said, “I want to get Damian back today.” 

“It will probably be tomorrow when we actually get him,” Bruce said, “even at top speeds, it will still take about eleven hours. Damian’s plane won’t even arrive for another nine or ten from now.”

“Ugh,” Jason whined. He knew that, of course. He knew it would take them a while.

Unless Clark could, like, fly their plane closer? Fly them closer? Then they could be there in an instant, but Damian’s plane still wouldn’t be there. So. 

He wouldn’t be seeing Mara that day, then. Or Attie. 

Hopefully they understood. He could still call with them, possibly. Especially if they get stuck on a damn plane for eleven hours. 

How the fuck was he going to sit on the stupid plane with Bruce for eleven hours? 

“Ugh,” he whined louder, “Still give me a task. He can’t stay there a second longer than necessary.”

“Fuel the plane up,” Bruce said, “You remember how to calculate how much fuel?” 

“Yeah,” Jason said, “That’s easy.” And it would be good to be working. 

He couldn’t get annoyed at Bruce if he was occupied. Probably.

“I told you we’d find Damian,” Dick said a few minutes later, after Jason had worked through the math and jotted it down on a sticky note. Bruce had fucked off to wherever he’d gone to prepare. 

Which was great to Jason. 

“We don’t have him back yet, Dick,” Jason said. 

Dick clapped him on the back and said, “You’ll see. By this time tomorrow, we’ll be landing in Gotham with your little ankle biter.” 

“It was my arm he bit,” Jason said, “he was trying to free himself.”

“He is the cutest kid,” Dick said almost fondly. 

“You’ve got a weird definition of cute,” Jason grumbled, “Tell him you think he’s cute. I dare you.”

“I will. I’ll tell him tomorrow morning when we see him.” 

Despite himself, Jason grinned at that thought. 

He was looking forward to seeing Damian throw a knife at Dick. 

At least now they had a timeframe.

[paisholotus]

Chapter 1

January 4th, 1996. New York City

Lana's Pov

My alarm started blaring as I sighed and rolled over, burying my face in the pillow. I'm not a morning person; I don't understand how folks can get up ready to go with smiles on their faces. Don't get me wrong, I'm an optimistic person, but I can't handle mornings.

 

I hit my alarm and sat up on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall. I need to sit on my bed for at least five minutes to collect my thoughts and make sure this shit is real. I finally get up and stretch, making my back snap. I swear, my body shouldn't sound like I've worked all my damn life at the ripe age of 15.

 

I normally have to get up about 7 a.m. for school, which starts at 9. I attend a private school in the Bronx and live in Brooklyn Brownstone. It normally takes about 30 minutes, although it can take longer on bad days.

 

But today, I wasn't going to school because it was my best friend's birthday. My best friend Jack Dawson turned 16 today, so I decided to surprise him and spend the day with him. He lives in Manhattan and attends a Catholic school, which I hate for him. Not because it's a Catholic school, but because it's simply a bad school. The school is packed with perverse teachers and asshole kids.

 

We've been best friends since I was four and Jack was five. He has a sister named Summer, who I am also best friends with. Despite the fact that they don't have as much as I do, I still treat them the same. We tell each other everything, particularly what happens within their home.

 

Their father is really abusive to them; I mean, the guy is a fucking dick to his wife and children. Mama Marry is like a second mother to me; she is very sweet and caring. She and my mother are also best friends. But Harry, that's that fucker's name, hates my family. He despises me every time I visit. So I try to come over when he is not around. 

 

Harry supposedly lost his job and is now completely out of control. I mean, he was always a little mean but never disrespectful to me or my family; now he beats Jack and Summer, and occasionally Mary when she intervenes, which happens all the time.

 

When I'm there, he'll curse at me and tell me, "to take my ass home." He's called me fat before, and my father and him had a fist fight about it. So now he'll just yell, "Go home," since he doesn't want dat ass whooped again.

 

Mary is a registered nurse at the hospital. She practically makes all the money, plus has to come home and cook for her kids and a ain't shit ass husband who would hit her if dinner ain't on time. 

 

The many times I'll sit on the phone with Jack and Summer listening to them cry or yell, shit anything they feel like, all because of their sorry ass dad. Harry has even told them that he hates them, and that shit breaks my heart. Because, what parent says that to their kids? I honestly think Mary is scared to put him out because, even though she's making the money, his name is on everything. So he has the right to that apartment, so if they choose to leave Mary wouldn't have anywhere to go. 

 

I stepped out of the shower and changed into my clothes, thinking about what I should do with my hair. I want to get braids soon because I'm tired of doing my hair every fucking morning. Every time I remove this bonnet, the back of my head looks like a flat ass pancake. Having thick, curly hair is both a blessing and a curse.

 

I chose to go half up, half down, slicking my edges and adding a few curly strands beside my head to frame my face. I know my family is already downstairs. Not gon hold you; I'm always the one who takes the longest to leave the house. But, hey, that's not my fault. Because who finna leave the house, looking like nobody cares about me? Shiid, try someone else. 

 

I have two older siblings and a baby sister. My older brother Trey, then my older sister Ciara, and finally my baby sister Stella. They were all eating at the table, and I went around it, kissing Stella's head while looking at the food they had saved me.

 

"Dang, big back community, y'all gave me the crumbs." I said, fixing my plate and laughing. "Then, give me your plate, since yo little ass wanna complain." My mother said, playfully, attempting to take my plate.

 

"Right, because who are you calling big?" My father asked, causing everyone to stop. "You big nigga that's who." Ciara said, making us bust out laughing. He poked his finger at her, trying not to laugh, and said, "Aye, watch your damn mouth!"

 

"Lana, are you going to see your little boyfriend?" Trey asked, making me glare at him. "Sir, how many times do I have to tell you that he is not my man? Okay? We are just friends, best friends." He stuck his hands up, backing off, and went back to eat his food. 

 

"Lay, how long are you going to deny your feelings for that boy? It's not like he'll reject you. You know that boy likes you; y'all have been up each other's noses since y'all were kids." My mama said, putting her plate in the sink.

 

"Ma, I'm not trying to ruin the relationship we already have. I mean, what if he doesn't see me like that, and I tell him I have feelings, and then it'll become weird? Jack trusts me as a friend, and I'd rather value that than mess up something great." I said quietly, looking down at my plate. 

 

She nodded her head and crossed her arms, smiling at me. "I respect that. But you honestly never know until you try. And I have a very strong feeling that he feels the same." She said, kissing my head. "Ight, y'all, I gotta go to work, behave at school, and love you all." She says, kissing my dad and blowing us kisses. 

 

As my dad finished his food and set his plate in the sink, "Okay, Lay, I'm going to head out too. I have to take Ella to daycare, I would take you to Jack's, but I don't want to be late." He picked up Stella and got her ready so they could go.

 

My father is a doctor who works at the downtown hospital. My mother runs Flavor Magazine, her own magazine publishing company, as an editor and publisher. My aunt runs the other one in Chicago. "It's okay, he's not that far anyway." I stepped away from the kitchen table and placed my dish in the sink. Ciara and Trey have already left, so, I'm going to leave the house now. I grabbed Jack's presents off the sofa, walking out the house.

[amazon85centaur]

It is literally 2 a.m. for me right now but I have to get these thoughts out....

I think that Dick Grayson's "I thought I lost you" is his "I love you" let me explain...

What we know about Dick is that he lost both of his parents and had to move in with Bruce Wayne. Then he did crazy shit with Barbara and then somewhere along the way, started the Titans. Leading up to everything else in the show. Dick Grayson has lost a lot of people. He also blames himself for losing them. Season 1 when he lost Kory in the Trigon dream he went to the dark side for the cookies. Season 2, Kory comes and he is so relieved, but then she has to go and he gets himself thrown in prison. Season 3, he refuses to let anyone help him...*you're Batman now* and *Batman works alone* and all that BS. Plus, like what he said in season 2, Kory: you wanted to protect them/Dick: or I didn't know how to ask for help, it's not how I was raised*cough cough* Batman 🙄. Do you think Bruce Wayne ever told Dick that he loved or cared about him, unless it had to do with training him to be Robin???? Even then? Did he ever help him heal his trauma or did he just use it to make him into Robin????? I'm sorry but if this is healed Dick Grayson, we need a factory reset and lots of therapy. Season 3, Kory is constantly like... Let us help you, and he's like nope, I gotta gooo. Aaannnddd... Gets himself shot and then killed. And in his Lazarus pit vision...He beats Jason to death, while dressed as the Joker whilst being taunted by Crane... Then he sees his dad and his dad tells him that he's proud of him/ that he loves him (something along those lines) and then he sees the sweet baby girl in his future (Mar'i 💖). Now I saw this as the past being healed so that he can have a future. He starts off in the dream as a monster controlled by his anger, is healed by meeting his dad and gaining some solace and faith that he can be a better man and then that leads to him getting the future that he wants with Kory. Also I think "who he is going to be" was never just about his superhero self and shelving Robin, it's about the type of man he's going to be. (Also Kory knowing who she is, was not enough, because it was always tied to her reason for being on Earth and her destiny, which finally gained its conclusion in the finale) Dick Grayson had to learn to let go, learn to ask people for help/ confide in people, accept when he cannot change something and come to a point where he won't blame himself for what he could not control. That was essential to healing the trauma of losing his parents. Season 4 Dick Grayson is fighting elves to save her, overcoming mind control and beating the ever-living hell out of people and things (see season 1!) He is 🤏🏾 close to throwing brother blood into the wormhole, so that Kory doesn't have to possibly die. He's already seen her die, he's already watched her leave multiple times (mentally and physically). He says "I thought I lost you" as if losing someone close to him is how he loses pieces of himself. He only ever says that to her... Just like when you say "I love you" you say it because you mean it, because it's the end all be all. Because that person is the one and without them you'd feel empty or incomplete or like something's missing. And that can be endearing, and that can be toxic, but as a trauma response, I can only see it as him trying to heal. He was able to let her go, knowing that it would break him. He was able to say goodbye. That is him healing. And although it took so long to get there, I think that's beautiful ❤️

"I thought I lost you" ~ "I love you" ; "I can't live without you" ; "I don't want to exist in a world without you" ; "I woke up and you weren't there" ; "You are the one person, I refuse to lose."

Honestly, would it really be Dick Grayson, if he wasn't speaking in code to Kory? cuzzz he does that A LOT.

[von-eldritch]

sevenciircles​:

Piper jumped slightly at the sudden appearance, turning around and noticing a very, very, very pretty demon there. They looked with their pink eyes at the gorgeous woman, thinking that she was kind of familiar.

The thought was hard to process, as the music was loud and the people were louder. Although she was thankful she could finally talk to someone. They were tired of being a wallflower, standing by themselves and trying to look interested at the circumstances. So the shock faded away quick and Piper found themselves nodding, a smile making its way to her lips as she reached into her bag and pulled one out.

Handing it to the somehow familiar very beautiful demon, Piper racked her brain. Did she work on her makeup in the past? No, she’d definitely remember someone so striking. A run in on the street? That didn’t hold true either. It’s not like she could Google…

WAIT.

That was it! They followed her on Sinstagram. Her name was Hellsa. A very popular influencer who had a life many could only dream of, Piper followed her for her fashion rather than in any interest in the elite goings on.

Still, it ultimately didn’t matter who Hellsa was yet, all that mattered was that she may not have to spend the rest of the party like a total square.

“Have at it.” Piper said, not having much use for it right now. “This party is a little dull, when you think about it.” That was the kindest way she could phrase it, right now.

Because once the chaos of the alcohol and music went away, all that was left was a standard rich kid party that she was invited to only because her client didn’t want to pay her.

Yep. She would have rather had the cash right about now.

“Do you know Raven Way? She invited me as her plus one, did her makeup for this thing and considered it a valid form of payment.” They commented, her tone still cheery but a slight undercurrent of bitterness seeped in.

Anything to make conversation.

Hellsa supposes it’s a good sign that the sinner’s not the type to say all that annoying shit like ‘you scared me’ and ‘where did you come from’.

Taking the proffered lighter from the stranger, she listens to their words as she lights her joint, hands the lighter back, and takes a pull. She turns her head to actually meet the sinner’s gaze, quiet for a few moments once they’re done.

“I like you.” The simple sentence is framed by plumes of smoke as she exhales, there’s a beat as she lets all of it waft from her lips before she continues. “This party is dull, most people don’t remember to look for substance behind all this flash.”

Which makes it interesting that this little sinner noticed as much, but Hellsa’s sure if they figured it out they can read between the lines and suss that much out too.

“Anyways, the name rings a bell, but I can’t say she’s high on my radar. Anyone that cheap doesn’t have enough experience or brain cells for me to care about them much.” She holds the joint out to her as she speaks (offering to share weed during conversations is part of girl code after all), tearing her eyes away for just a brief moment to scan the crowd again. “Dick move on her part, though. Tell me, you the type for revenge?”

“Got a lighter, sweetheart? Think I misplaced mine.”

It’s a passable opener, a decent excuse, and half a lie. It’s also the first thing Hellsa bothers to say to the girl after she practically sneaks up on her (not purposeful and hardly her fault, the party was loud and being an eldritch lent itself to the occasional fading into shadows). She has manners enough to wait patiently for any shock to subside, but not to actually look at the stranger while she does so, instead gazing off a little disinterestedly at the crowd.

Ultimately, Hellsa’s actually just a bit sick of this party. It wasn’t necessarily awful, she’s certainly had much worse, but it was an event in desperate need of better guests and less lucidity. Fishing a joint out of her pocket and talking to someone she doesn’t immediately recognize as an utter asshole seems like an elegant way to solve both problems. Or maybe it isn’t and she’ll have to just indulge in heavy substance abuse until people become interesting and she manages to invent a situation where she gets to stab one of them, the night is young and she’s flexible.

[angelplummie]

Okay so like for starterssssss, I love getting represented as a chubby gal 🥺🥺 so I love you for writing that last Oikawa imagineeeee ����😩😩

Soooo, I was wondering if I could request a plus size reader that really likes Kuroo, (and he’s like a super cliché bad boy🤰🏽) but he’s too embarrassed to be seen with Y/n. So she starts to hit on his friend or try to make him jealous. (I want you to add your own little idea here! But likeee, make her a baddie 😘😘)

Thanks baby 😚

HE’S A SCUMBAG DON’T YOU KNOW

KUROO X CHUBBY F!READER

Angsty?? kinda, a pinch of suggestive stuff

masterlist

post girlboss was referring to

a/n:i decided to go for emo / anger issues / definitely has punched a hole in his wall kuroo, just cuz i love writing losers, and i love seeing grown men cry. reader is like 20/21 just like college age yk, kuroo is 23 as stated in fic. p.s where my artic monkey hoes at

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex n specific sexual acts, suggestive stuff, uhhh bad boy but he’s not a (bad boy) he’s just a (bad) (boy) he’s just no good, like no fr never date guys like this, he may SEEM COOL and give you the dick but girl you will be so embarrassed once u realised u gave up the kitty for a man that genuinely believes tame impala and mac demarco are unheard of and calls himself an empath even though he’s mean to his mum every time she comes over to help with the laundry and has manipulated every girl he’s ever been in the vicinity of but i digress! on with the story!

“Kuroo-!” you yelped in surprised, bed bouncing beneath you. The second he had thrown you down, he ripped off his shirt and made a noise of frustration when he couldn’t shed his skinny jeans fast enough. Brows furrowed, he began hopping furiously to yank them off.

You laughed, much to his annoyance.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep up with that. What’s the rush?”

He sighed, and carefully pulled them off his ankles. Standing up straight, he seemed to have composed himself, with that cocky smirk on his rugged face. Your eyes trailed down his lean, long body. It was all you could do not to scream, he was so gorgeous. He took a few sweeping steps to where you lay, and got right on top of you, hands either side of your head. His eyes bore into you, it made you squirm internally, not that you would ever admit it.

“Just want you so bad, kitten.”

You barked out a laugh as if your heart didn’t jolt at his stupid pet name. It was such a stupid name, but coming from him it made you melt. Again, not like you’d ever admit it.

“Ew, Tetsu don’t call me kitten, it’s cr-“

He cut you off by leaning down and kissing you, you could feel his snake bites against your bottom lip. He groaned softly, shoving his tongue down your throat. He tasted like his sour apple vape, and his hair was soft when you ran your fingers through it. You could barely contain your butterflies, eyes squeezed closed.

“Come on babe, you know you like it.”

No matter how many times you and Kuroo hung out, it always felt so fresh. Maybe it was because he was exciting, or because he was a little bit wild, you didn’t know.

He leaned down closer to you, getting on his elbows, deepening the kiss. He pulled away and smirked at your breathlessness. With a slender, ring adorned hand, he reached beneath your top and cupped your tits over your bra. He gave them a sharp squeeze and started placing chaste kisses on your neck. He was considerate like that, didn’t leave hickeys because he knew they’d be hard to cover for you. He groaned as he jiggled the fat of your boobs in his hands,

“God, you have the nicest tits, babe.”

You had been dating for nearly 3 months now, if that was what it was. To be honest, you weren’t really sure what you were. You hang out all the time at his or your place, there was rarely a time when you didn’t have an ache between your legs, one way or another. He didn’t really take you on ‘dates’ but chatting to him was fun in itself, you didn’t need to go out to do that. He didn’t necessarily say romantic stuff either... but he didn’t not say romantic stuff either? He beat up your ex at a party one time! That had to mean something right? He exactly wouldn’t tell you how he felt but he showed you, kissing your cheek or tilting your chin up to look at him or kissing your neck or feeling you up. But that usually led to sex, so you couldn’t be certain. It wasn’t like you only screwed though, you watched your favourite movies together... although the last couple times he just started fingering you. You showed him your playlists? No no, he showed you his playlists, his sex playlists. There seemed to be a common theme here. But... there were times, afterwards, when he would pull in you so tight, tell you how good you were for him, how well you did, how pretty you looked. Any doubts you had were gone after a few hushed words on his tobacco reeking rickety old bed. You’d never really had a relationship like this before, but you assumed it was just because Kuroo was so chill. You were probably boyfriend and girlfriend, he just didn’t feel the need to announce it, he was laidback like that. So what if you guys had a lot of sex? Weren’t you a new couple? Wasn’t this just the honeymoon stage were you can’t get your hands off each other? You didn’t want to seem high maintenance and nag, so you let it be. He was sweet enough to you, right now everything was good.

Until it wasn’t.

A clatter sounded downstairs, the door slamming open against the hallway wall.

“Kuroo! Hey man, I brought some California!”, a voice called from bellow.

Kuroo broke away immediately, spit trailing from your neck to his pink lips.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Kuroo mumbled, pushing off the bed and scrambling the pick up his discarded clothes and shove them back on.

You sat up, disgruntled, rearranging your bra strap from were he’d kneaded at it.

“What’s wrong? Who is that?”

He shot you a glance before continuing to yank back on his jeans.

“Uh, so change of plan, I can’t do tonight. I need you to go home. Discreetly.”

What?

“What? Tetsu, I’m already here,” you scoffed.

What was going on?

Why was he acting like this?

You had never seen him so... frantic.

“I know babe, and I’m really sorry about that, but my friends are here early than I said.”

“So? Can’t I meet your friends?”

He didn’t reply for a moment, just let out an exasperated breath, zipping up his fly.

“Well, yeah you can meet them, just not with me. I don’t want them knowing that I-“

He cut himself off, but you had heard enough to understand.

There was a beat of silence, only disturbed by Kuroo’s friends calling for him.

Your mouth hung open, and you scoffed in shock.

You shouldn’t be surprised really. It’s so obvious now that you think about it. So that’s what this was. That explains everything. He didn’t really like you, he was just using you. That’s why he didn’t take you anywhere, or why he didn’t show you he cared. It was because he didn’t. He wasn’t “afraid of getting close to people” or “emotionally distant”, he was just upfront about not giving two shits about you aside from your vagina. I guess he didn’t want his friends to know he was furiously screwing a fat girl any chance he got. He was embarrassed of you. You were something to be ashamed of. Your stomach jerked as you got to your feet. You were pissed, but that didn’t mean it didn’t really hurt. You had liked him. A lot.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You could see the panic in his eyes, it was quite funny actually. Of course you new what it meant, but it still made you feel a little better to watch his eyes widen like that, to hold a shred of power over him.

“I mean- well I didn’t- come on babe you know I didn’t mean it like that-“ he laughed nervously, not noticing the footsteps in the landing. You rolled your eyes. You may have been naive, but you certainly weren’t going to fall for his shit again. Whatever he spouted.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Just say it, your embarrassed of me.”

“Y/N, please, don’t you think-“

Two men burst through the door, one with spiked grey hair and one with fluffy black hair.

“Kuroo! What the hell are you doing up here we’ve been-“ the grey haired one, stopped when his eyes went from a shirtless Kuroo to you.

Your eyes flickered to Kuroo, he looked mortified.

“Ah. I see. Well, Akaashi, we better give these two some time, we can just-“

“Oh no, I was just leaving,” you grabbed your jacket from on top of his chest of drawers and turned back to the two men, putting on a big smile, adrenaline and fury spurring you on.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Your eyes shot to Kuroo, who looking like get was about to shit himself.

“You probably haven’t heard of me, me and Kuroo have actually been having sex for three months. He kept it a secret because he’s embarrassed of me. We should hang out soon though!”

“Y/N-!” Kuroo yelled, exasperation clear in his tone, but you were already descending the stairs.

He came into the hall, hands rubbing his temples.

“Y/N just come talk for a second, I can-“

But he was cut off by the door slamming.

You got in your car parked outside and sped away.

The whir of the engine and the monotony of the roads cleared your mind a bit, a mist of anger still remaining.

You can’t believe you let yourself be tricked. you were a fully grown woman, but you had been reeled in hook, line and sinker. Not only had you been reeled in, you have been reeled in by a man that still had tik tok LED lights in his room and a fucking monster can collection at the age of 24 fucking years old. The more you thought about him, the more you realised how much of an emo loser he was. Of course you were still hurting, but it was more of the angry hurt you feel when it turns out your crush is homophobic or something (been there done that, don’t ask). He was a waste of oxygen, you had decided by the time you made it back to your apartment. A waste of perfectly good space that could most definitely not get the kitty anymore. You got inside your house, pulled on some comfies and got on facetime with your friends.You told them all about what happened, and they passionately bitched about him with you, confirming your suspicion that they never liked him in the first place. They also told you to forget about his existence, he wasn’t worth a slither of your brain power, he was dirt compared to you. All in all, you felt marginally better, saying goodbye to your friends while they still giggled about how stupid Kuroo’s hair was.

This was just a speed bump, you thought as you tucked yourself into bed, you would get over this.

Fast.

“Who’s Bokuto been talking to all night?” Yamamoto leaned over to ask Lev, shouting over the blaring music.

It was a week after you had thrown Kuroo to the curb, and he was out with a couple of volleyball friends, some from Nekoma, but there was also Bokuto with them.

“I’m not sure. I think it’s Y/N something? She’s in class. She’s pretty chill.”

Kuroo’s ears perked up, and he turned around to face his friends up against the bar.

“Bokuto’s talking to who?” he said through gritted teeth.

“Y/N. She goes to my-“

“I know who Y/N is,” kuroo snapped, taking a swig of the beer in his hand and scanning the dance floor for either one of you. He found bokuto first, shoulder against the wall, holding a drink as he leant down to have you whisper something in his ear. That’s when Kuroo paid attention to you. You looked... you looked gorgeous. He felt jealousy creep up inside him. How many times had you been out looking like that since you broke things off? How many guys had you slept with since? How dare Bokuto chat you up when he knew you two had been a thing? Wasn’t he meant to be Kuroo’s friend? As Kuroo wound himself up, you and bokuto continued your extremely pleasant conversation.

“I just wanna say, sorry about Kuroo. He’s a real bonehead, but we’ve been friends since high school so I can’t ditch him.”

You snorted into your cocktail.

“What?”

“Bonehead?”

He frowned and straightened up indignantly.

“Yeah, and? What’s wrong with bonehead?”

“No no, nothing, it’s just very Legally Blonde.”

He beamed down at you.

“I love Legally Blonde!”

“You do? Me too!”

This big beefy man was very cute, you had been talking for nearly three hours now, but you never ran out of things to say. And, aside from the obligatory introduction compliments, he had not made any move to try and get you into a wendy’s bathroom as quick as possible, which you couldn’t say of yours and kuroo’s first meeting.

He had dreamy eyes, you noted as he smiled for the nth time that night.

“Whose your favourite-?”

“What the fuck are you doing man?”

You glanced scathingly over to the familiar face of your old fling.

“What?” Bokuto asked back, clearly done with his friends bad boy shtick.

“Why are you talking to her when... when you know?”

“What’s there to know? I’m talking to her because I want to, and she wants to.”

He looked over to you for approval.

“Right?”

You nodded, a little nervous. You hated Kuroo’s guts, but you knew how weirdly possessive he was, you didn’t wanna cause trouble for Bokuto.

“See? Now I don’t think she wants to see you, right?”

He looked at you again. You nodded again.

“Ok? You guys are over, now are we done?”

Kuroo huffed. His eyes flitted from Bokuto to you, remembering you were there most likely, and he scowled.

“No, we aren’t done, what are you trying to pull anyway? Trying to piss me off by talking to someone I know? Are you really that petty? Well, your little plan is working, so just-just stop, ok?”

You felt like screaming. You had just come out here to have a nice time, not listen to Kuroo’s narcissistic whining.

“Can you just fuck off? Was I not clear enough or something? You’re dead to me, Kuroo. I’m just trying to have a nice night.”

Kuroo’s mouth gaped open. He had never been spoken to like that, never. He clenched his fists at his sides and his glare intensified.

“You’re lucky I gave you the time of day, fat ugly slut.”

He grabbed Bokuto’s shoulder roughly, turning him to face him completely.

“Hey man, thanks for clearing up my sloppy seconds, really good of you. Good to know I’ve got great friends like you.”

Those were the last things out of Kuroo’s mouth before bokuto landed a punch on his cheek, knocking him to the ground.

“You’re a fucking asshole man,” Bokuto grunted.

He stepped over where Kuroo lay, and held out a hand for you to step over too. You took it quietly and trailed along behind him to the door, fingers still locked. His hands were warm, and big. Kuroo’s face must hurt right now. The thought made you smile. He held the door open for you before sighing, resting his back against the wall. You stood in front of him, twiddling with your fingers.

“I am so sorry about that,” You apologised, embarrassed and shaken by the scene Kuroo had made, “I shouldn’t have wound him up, and I shouldn’t have talked to you after I knew you guys were friends, I promise I didn’t mean to start anything.”

“Don’t be, if anything I’m sorry for not making him leave right away. And either way,” he gently reached for your hand again, and you let him take it,”I’m glad you talked to me. I’d like it if you talked to me even more.”

DISCLAIMER FOR KUROO STANS!!!! I DONT THINK HIS HAIR IS STUPID!!! it’s just when ur bestie is going thru a break up or anything entailing a male you shit talk everything about him to high hell, doesn’t matter if he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. also i have no ill will towards kuroo nor any of the characters i write shit bag fan fics about i just like to complain any way i hope you enjoyed! reblogs and replies always appreciated!!!

[trashexplorer]

BLCD Review: Cosmetic Playlover

Title: Cosmetic Playlover (コスメティック・プレイラバー)

Author/Artist: Narashima Sachi

Release Date: 2022/11/26

Cast:

Itou Kento x Kobayashi Chiaki

Takatsuka Tomohito

Oono Tomohiro

Synopsis: Trash

“No or stop, you unexpectedly say cute things.”

The beautiful assistant, Natsume, is forced to do pair sales with his junior Sahashi. Sahashi, who doesn’t take Natsume or his work seriously, overtook him in sales and annoys Natsume as he’s trying to act as a good superior… Once his act gets discovered, he’s threatened into becoming his sex friend?! Plus, he carelessly flipped Sahashi’s switch on!

“Is it all right if I get serious?”

This is a story set behind the cosmetic shop counter, with feelings of love appearing as Natsume finds his heart beating fast, although it irritates him.

Review Proper

When I was a wee young lass of years six, my grandmother called us out from our seaside exile to come live with her in the main house after my father’s death. I was a child of the sea, so adjusting to life in the city was difficult. The main house was just rows upon rows of hallways and rooms, and it was always deathly cold—concrete. Even at that tender age, I knew that the house was shrouded in mystery, but it probably was just a reflection of our equally mysterious family. Every morning on my way to school, I would pass a small, oddly framed family picture along the hallway which showed my grandparents sitting on a red velvet couch while my father, uncle, and my aunt stood behind them. By the time I became a freshman in highschool, everyone in that picture had already passed...except for my aunt who had her face scratched out of it. She had been missing even before anyone from our generation was born, so no one knew where she was or how she’s doing. She was our family’s biggest mystery and, quite possibly, the answer to every other mystery. She was the only one who knows our family’s history, after all. More years pass, and we’ve lost the house along the way, completely eradicating any chance our questions had of ever being answered. Now, we have all learned as a family to leave our curiosities to rest and focus on the present.

But who would’ve thought that at age twenty-five, another big mystery would find itself in my hands? 

The mystery of how Cosmetic Playlover ever got green-lit for a BLCD adaptation and multiple manga sequels, that is.

I mean, I knew it was gonna be bad from the Sakura Riko-looking art alone, but I didn’t know that it was gonna be that bad. I’m not even comfortable branding it as something that came out in the 2000′s ‘cause that would be an insult to some of them. Oh, I know. This is FUCKING SHOUJO SMUT PLOT BUT WITH TWO DICKS.

Specifically:

THIS FUCKING THING. NO WONDER I WAS SO PISSED OFF.

“Omg, Chesk. You’re overreacting.” No, I am not. Cause they have sex like 15 pages into the first chapter and right after Sahashi unzips Natsume-san’s pants, he gives it a squish squelch with a finger then puts his dick in it??? HOW WAS HIS ASSHOLE ALREADY WET??? EITHER HE HAD A PUSSY OR HE HAD DIARRHEA. See, I could forgive things being rushed in the manga ‘cause pages, ya know? But I expected the BLCD to give them more time, BUT NOOOOOO. THEY WANTED TO MOMOSE AN THE SHIT.

Anyway, I won’t talk too much about the plot here. It’s really just your run-of-the-mill shoujo smut with a rapist, black-mailing, edgelord top and a simp for a bottom. 👍 Their climax wasn’t even worth noting. Natsume-san was getting wrongly accused by stealing this one guy’s customers, so he keeps harassing him and Sahashi finds Natsume-san’s notebook with all his customers’ info on them and says the notebook was persuasive evidence that he wasn’t stealing the customers. EXCUSE ME??? WHERE ARE YOU TAKING THIS CASE??? AUDIT???

Moving on to the technicalities of things, I actually listened to this mainly because this would be Chiaki’s debut (Sugar Drug’s was actually released the same day, but I’m not too keen on Takuma being on top). Oddly enough, I think I have almost all of the CDs he’s been cast as a supporting role, so I was looking forward to him leading this time. How did he do, you ask?

Wow.

That was

Bad.

Ngl, this was even worse than Horie Shun’s debut. I’m not sure what happened here ‘cause he acts pretty decently in his other CDs, but he even struggled with stuff outside the bedroom. He never got his surprises right, for one thing. Both the timing and the sounds he made were so unnatural. But the most unnatural bit of it all were his moans in bed. He goes to deep but also uses vowels too big at every given chancee, it just—HE REALLY JUST “AHHAHUHUH” THE WHOLE TIME IT WAS SO FUNNY I KEPT LAUGHING THROUGHOUT THE BEDDINGS I’M SO SORRY. I can see that he’s trying to emulate the Tachi of maybe 2013, but he really doesn’t know how to do it properly. I would’ve preferred it if he just went the quieter route, if that’s how it was just gonna end up as. 😬 His moaning drowned Itou Kento out a bit that sometimes I just forgot that he was there lmao. Hopefully, he did better in Sugar Drug ‘cause Taku’s not that uhh great as a top, so if they both underperformed, that CD’s doomed lmaooo

Itou Kento did well here even though I kinda didn’t like how he started. This is a higher tone than what he usually uses, and I could just visualize what kind of shape his mouth was making that it just bothered me. Thankfully, grew on me after a while. His topping style here was a little reminiscent of Nakajiki’s usual, and I found that endearing. My man learned topping from his top. *wipes tear

The rest of the supporting cast did great too. I found it so funny that Takatomo was acting as a man much older than the two leads when he’s literally the same age as their actors lmao. Our other Tomo’s also showing potential. I’ve seen his name pop up quite a lot recently, and it’s just a matter of time before he gets a lead role. Hope he learns from this.

 Yea, so this was bad overall. If you’re a fan of this series, why? I wouldn’t recommend it because of the acting. It unfortunately sticks out like a sore thumb. I’m not sure if Mari—MARINE?! NO FUCKING WONDER! Yea, this’ll probably have sequels since the manga has 7 volumes and is still ongoing, and Marine loves that weird shit, so... Do I have any other recommendations? I don’t think I’ve ever listened to another BLCD that revolved around cosmetics. That was actually a good concept, ngl. But did this expound on the cosmetics? No lmao. 

[kkusuka]

Have I told you I hate weak y/n’s that get pushed around by fangirls? No? Well, I hate them 😊

Let’s have Oikawa, Atsumu, Akaashi, Semi, and Terushima react to their normally calm gf, beat the dog shit out of a fangirl that tried to intimidate her for dating said men above. Reader just has a soft smile before cocking her fist back and boxing her shit before holding up the fangirl and looking to the rest like “You wanna end up like her? No? Then know your place~ ☺️”. Then she faces her bf with a sweet smile and says something affectionate like “I brought you lunch, dear. I made it just how you like it 😄” before kissing his cheek like she didn’t go Muhammad Ali on a bitch

<3

Oikawa Tooru<3

Oikawa’s had more than a few less than pleasant experiences with women

Considering he’s always been surrounded by them, from his sister's friends in middle school and being swarmed by them in High school and college- having women around him was nothing new

And for the most part, they were all pleasant

Giving him little gifts and food- that he always gave to you- and just telling him how much they loved watching him play

All things he can deal with before talking to his favorite girl, you

Though, there have been instances of some bold woman who just never get the hint

Whether it be drunkenness or some weird dream of having Oikawa to herself or just blatant disregard of his relationship

And right now just happens to be one of those times- but now you got a firsthand view of the madness.

Whoever this was clearly didn't understand relationships or personal space for that matter

She had a hand on his chest and was just blubbering about how she would be the best wife for him and would make life so much easier- much more than you do for him- and that was just what you saw from the ten seconds you were in earshot

He would normally laugh it offend continue seeking out autographs but he seemed to be locked in an iron maiden

“I promise! Forget about your girlfriend, she’s useless anyways!” and finally a perfect chance to make yourself known

“Tooru, I have your lun-” you attempted to grab him away, him shooting a pleading look to save him before your wrist was snatched from his arm and tugged away and shoved to the side then pushing your body away from the two

“Back off bitch!”

Now,  you were normally a pretty calm person, you knew how to deal with the women and you have been for years.

But you stand by the fact that it was never ok to put your hands on someone- no matter the situation.

But at that moment, you could care less about your silly reparations and breathing methods, that lady put a hand on you and pushed you

You could hear Tooru telling her to keep her hands off you but you just looked around and made sure that everyone saw what had happened, you don't need to be arrested anytime soon

Grabber her arm you detached her from your boyfriends and in the next second your fist was connecting with her face, watching her wither on the floor you turn to your boyfriend who’s now coming towards you

“As I was saying, I have your lunch.”

Atsumu Miya<3

Another guy who’s constantly surrounded by women

Although he is far less appreciative and nice to them, and he makes it a point to be abundantly clear that you are the only woman he will spend the rest of his life with

Something that wasn't too popular with a few specific fans

Every blue moon someone will find his phone number and blow it up with loving messages or try and get his address

The worst it’s been was someone finding his apartment number and thankfully being too far away to come by themselves but they did send some inappropriate images to his PO box and that led him to create an even thinker line between fans and himself

Thankful, the whole of them understood and respected his boundaries

Buuuuut there are always people who go the extra step

Like whoever this is crowding your boyfriend after a win against the Alders with a giant poster of him and a …. Thong

If you were the slightest more stoic you would have held in the laugh that started it all but it seems crazy is crazy no matter how you provoke them

That lady heard you laugh and the flood gates opened, in a split second her hand was on your cheek then she was on the floor holding what you could hope was a broken jaw

You didn't even realize you punched her until a shooting pain went up your wrist

Though before you had a chance to return to your lovely boyfriend, who was standing in the same spot shell shocked (and slightly turned on)  hand grabbed your ankle the flung you to the ground

It was, for lack of a better term, a catfight

She was hitting you and you were hitting her and she was screaming random shit about how awful you were to her precious Atsumu- seriously this lady was insane

Nevertheless, security arrived, and let’s just say that you were in much better condition than she was, who knew you could fight so well?

Though you weren't allowed to come to the next game and had to apologize to the heads of the Volleyball association, Tsumu was proud of you and the internet was on your side- so it was kind of a win-win

Akaashi Keiji<3

He surprisingly doesn't have a swarm of fangirls around him

But it’s much much worse, you’d rather have a mob of girls around him than the four specific psychos that never leave the poor guy alone

Everywhere in school at least one of them is watching the two of you, in class, at lunch- no matter where you try and eat- you swear you even saw one at the boba show you pass on your walk home with him

The worst part?

He thinks it’s funny.

It is hilarious to him that you try so hard to keep them away full knowing he would never leave you for the likes of them. It’s just too cute how you puff up your cheeks and huff about them and honestly, it's a breath of fresh air considering how much everyone kisses up to him

Well- he likes it when they are at a distance

On the off chance they get close to him, it's a different story. They truly are intolerable, and they away try bad-mouthing you to him like it was supposed to mean something that they don't like you

And they only ever do it when you’re away- cowards they truly are. And since they’re always watching, as soon as you left to buy the two of you lunch, one of them was on him in an instant

She was annoying and all she could say was ho you were a ‘poison’ in his life and he had to leave you as soon as possible

He didn't even realize you were there until a hand grabbed the back of her uniform and flung her off him. And from the looks of it, falling on the ground really hurt

“I’m a poison? That’s all you could come up with?”

You didn't even have to say another word, she was already out of sight

Not missing a beat, you handed him his lunch and started talking about the latest episode of the volleyball anime you loved.

Semi Eita<3

First off- a total power couple

Not only are you willing to beat a bitch, but he’s also ready to hype you up while you do it

It’s not confirmed you have, but there are rumors that you fought more than a few girls who were less than pleasant. And it’s not like you do anything for rumor control, you just laugh and turn the other way

Still, even with the rumor mill running rampant, some girls still try and shoot their shot

But this girl has to be the boldest woman on planet earth

Not only was she flirting with an openly taken man, but she was flirting with him as he held his arm around your waist. She even looked at you as she spoke to him, the audacity of people these days

“You like music? That’s crazy, I do too!” you wanted her to shut the fuck up as soon as possible.

What pissed you off more was that he knew exactly what he was doing, and he was letting it happen to spite you.

What happened after this you blame solely on the alcohol the party was providing and not on the fact you wanted to clock this girl the moment you saw her

It was just that suddenly your drink was in her face

Then her drink was in her face, and she was running to the bathroom, maybe she should listen to rumors more often because you don't think strawberry daiquiri will come out of a white crop too so easily

Terushima Yuji<3

He’s an ass

But he’s your ass, somehow

He’s a manwhore and an attention-whore, mix that should have been shot before it could grow into something more

By now you're used to the girls slipping him their numbers and hitting him up on every social media site possible and you remain happy to say he doesn't respond- probably too busy dicking you down to care about any of them

Plus, less than 1%  of them actually approach them in public, and they just happen to be the most insufferable people on the planet.

Desperation doesn't even describe it

Of that 1%, at least half of them try to touch him, running a hand on his arm, tugging at his clothes, maybe even a strand of his hair, all you can deal with because he knows what’ll happen if he even entertains their advances

But for some reason, the only thing that sets you off is when they mention the tongue piercing.

It invokes a rage unknown within you, the second the metal ball’s mentioned you see red. And he fucking loves it, you could be three prefectures over and the second the girl mentions it, you magically appear at his side like you’d been there the whole time

All of a sudden you’re all over him, disregarding this girls words as she tries to bring the conversation back to her, going as far as grabbing your shoulder, and since she touched you first- you had the green light

Your arm pulled back and your fist connected to her cheek

And like nothing ever happened you turned back to the blond

tags: @diamond-3 @rinsangel @heyheyitsne @angelalje @monisi @crystal-lilac @sadpotato10

[robinofgothamcity]

scenario: you start seeing Jon which leads to the two of you having to hide it from your family and especially Damian.

pairing: jon kent ( superboy ) x fem! reader

note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / can you tell my kent family hyperfixation hasn't left yet? i swear it's becoming an issue lmaooo but this might actually be the longest fic i've written for this blog.

you talked with your friends who you had snuck into the gala with. Rachel had begrudgingly agreed to come to meanwhile Cass and Steph were the only other ones who agreed to come on their own accord.

"Damian, your only friend is here," Dick said, earning a kick from his younger brother before getting up and leaving you and Raven alone. you knew it was a rare occasion that she even decided to show up so you didn't want to leave her alone. "we probably won't see my brother for the rest of the night. whenever his friend comes, it's like everyone becomes a background character. for him being my adopted 'twin' brother, I have yet to meet this friend."

Raven laughed as you saw the wine that the couple on the dance left on your table drunkenly. the bottle was little more than half-filled and you gave one quick look to Raven before pouring the wine into both of your glasses and discarding it right away.

"to not having fun for the rest of the night," you giggled as the two of you chugged the wine down in a mere few seconds, "drier than I thought it would be but it beats having to pay for it," Raven muttered as you agreed to sneak another bottle from the bartender so you wouldn't have to pay for it. even with your dad paying for all your necessities, the drinks at his galas were far too expensive for you to even willingly pay for them yourself. the only reason why he even paid for all your expenses was because you agreed to skip out on college to help run some parts of Wayne Enterprises with your brother.

another reason why you couldn't exactly go and pay for it yourself was because Bruce was not one to exactly be chippy at the idea of you getting plastered drunk at one of his public galas. "I got one of two ideas. one: I'll go flirt with the bartender and you can sneak behind him and get the other bottle or two: I can flirt with the bartender for enough time to see if he'll just willingly give it to us," you told Raven as she nodded with option two.

the bartender happened to be in his younger 50s. you recognized him from previous WE events and although he was familiar with your family, you doubted that he would say anything to your dad about you flirting him with. all you had to do was push the top of the dress down a bit and hike up the bottom to get his attention.

"hey Martin," you said, leaning up against the bar table and smiling, "enjoying the night?" you asked as you saw him flinch back in surprise. he nodded, trying to divert his eyes from looking at you in anyway you could have felt to be disrespectful.

"I was thinking, how much does the bottle of Lafite Rothschild go for?" you asked, giving him a pouty face. he gulped nervously, "almost ten grand ma'am," he replied, grabbing it from the wine stand, "even for me? I mean, my dad must've paid for it so does it even go for that much considering I am his child?" he asked.

you could tell that you had caught him in a predicament, "I would assume not, I assume you're twenty one, right?" he murmured, handing you the precious bottle. you smiled (a fake one that anyone could see through) and nodded before giving the old man a light kiss on the cheek, "thanks Martin, I appreciate it," you said, giving him a wave before leaving.

Raven perked up seeing the bottle in your hand, "snagged a ten thousand dollar bottle," you said excitedly as you waved it in your hand. Raven stared at you in shock, "you got a ten thousand dollar bottle in less than five minutes?" she exclaimed.

you giggled before whispering in her ear, "the benefits of being a child of Bruce Wayne is that you can practically get away with anything. especially when you're the daughter." you popped open the bottle as you handed her the wine glass and poured the drink with care. you gave her a slight cheers before taking a small sip and being pleasantly surprised that it wasn't as dry for a wine with a huge amount of alcohol percentage.

as the night progressed, you and Raven got actively more drunk. you hadn't realized how hard the wine had hit you until Raven was drunkenly getting pulled home by Gar as you sat at the table with a little less than the bottle still full. you hadn't seen your dad or brother all night and you figured they must've been pulled into doing Batfamily work at some point and left you alone with Steph or Cass. hell, maybe even Dick if he was still around.

you weren't actively apart of the vigilante work all of your siblings did but you did help them out with the technical parts of it when Tim wasn't available. you didn't really like fighting or risking your life so after you graduated, you interned at Wayne Enterprises under Tim's orders while Damian worked under your dad.

at the age of twenty-one, you still hadn't met most of the league for the exception of Wonder Woman and The Flash. the rest were strangers in your head and much to Damian's luck, he wanted to keep it that way. at least in his case with Jon.

"ow, I am so sorry," you slurred as you managed to hit someone on the shoulder. he chuckled seeing as how you were not attempting to get up, "you okay there ma'am?" the man with a southern accent asked. you giggled as you attempted to get up, "I'm ( your name ) and you are?" you asked.

"Jon Kent, pleasure to meet you," he said, kissing your hand. you blushed as you heard one of your favorite songs come through the speakers, "would you like to dance?" you asked, not even caring that you had met this just a few mere seconds ago. he nodded, figuring that since Damian left him stranded at the gala, he had nothing to lose.

the song 'telepatia' by Kali Uchis played throughout the ballroom. Jon immediately took the reigns as the lead as the lights got dimmer and you danced against Jon sensually. "what got you dragged here?" you asked Jon. "my best friend invited me as his plus one. you?" he whispered in your ear, "I work for the company so I kind of had to attend," you managed to say before turning around and facing him.

you looked at Jon with drunken yet loving eyes, "you're handsome, you know that?" you said with no hesitation in your face. Jon laughed, placing his hand on your cheek, "right back at ya, darlin'," he replied as the song switched to another one of your favorite songs.

side to side by ariana grande started.

you shrugged, feeling as though you had nothing to lose and got up on your toes gave Jon a kiss on his lips. he was slightly taken back but played it off by returning it. the two of you remained kissing through the entirety of the song until Jon felt a familiar tap on his shoulder.

"I gotta go but if you're up for it, I'd love for ya to give me your number," you nodded excitedly as you practically snatched his phone from his hand and typed it in as quickly as possible with your name having a hundred emoji's next to it, "text me in the morning!" you screamed.

Jon laughed before following Damian from behind, "you suck, you know that!" Jon exclaimed, "I meet one girl I actually like and you drag me away!" Damian rolled his eyes, "please, you act like there isn't more girls out there to hit on." this time, it was Jon's turn to roll his eyes, "I got her number so I guess that's a plus."

you woke up the next morning with a pounding headache but to a few messages on your phone. you smiled realizing that it was the boy you had met the night before.

"good morning...or actually good afternoon!"

Jon laughed from his side of the phone.

"good afternoon darlin'. I hope you had a good sleep."

you were texting your way down the stairs, greeting Alfred and Bruce before grabbing a plate of lunch and sitting down on the bar top. "what time you'd make it home?" Bruce asked, sensing the hangover you had. "a bit past midnight. drank a bottle of Lafite with Raven before dancing with a boy you invited," you said honestly.

Bruce felt himself go stiff at the admittance of you drinking the Lafite bottle but remained silent as Alfred placed Advil and one of your Gatorades next to you. "yeah, whoever must've danced with you last night must've been drunk too because you'd want to dance with you?" Damian said coming down the stairs.

you threw him a fork, Damian dodging it with ease, "I'd shut up if I were you. I'm actually getting coffee with the guy in like an hour," you replied, chugging down the rest of the food before getting up and going to your room, "yeah and I pray for the man who now has to deal with you," Damian screamed loud enough for you to hear.

you pulled on a skirt and tights before slipping on a sweater and fixing your hair and quickly doing your makeup. you grabbed the keys from your bag and took the back entrance to get to your car. one of the benefits of getting paid so much was that you were able to afford cars that were out of price range for a lot of people your age.

the coffee shop you decided to meet Jon at was a few blocks into the heart of central Gotham. you got a table farthest from the crowd as you didn't want any attention on you and your potential boyfriend. you saw Jon approaching at the front of the coffee shop and pulled on your sunglasses so no one outside could see who you were.

"nice to meet you, this time with me not being drunk," you told Jon, giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek, "pleasure is all mine sweetheart," he replied, putting his arm around your shoulder. you got up to the front of cashier and scanned the menu.

"I'd like a venti mocha with oatmilk, what about you?" you asked Jon as he scanned the menu nervously before muttering that he hardly orders coffee. you smiled, "and an order of a grande peppermint hot chocolate," you added on as you took your card out, Jon's eyes widening at the black American Express card.

"wow, Wayne Enterprises must pay you really well," he exasperated, "yeah, I guess you could say that," you said as hesitantly as possible. after the two of you got the coffees, you got back to the table as you took off your sunglasses in a sigh of relief.

"do you really wear sunglasses everywhere you go?" Jon asked. you debated on telling him the actual reason but decided on a vague answer, "eh, it's more for secrecy. I guess if I get another date, I might tell you the real reason," you winked, making Jon blush.

+

through the weeks, you decided to keep the biggest part of your life a semi secret to Jon still. he knew vaguely of a few things but one mistake on your end managed to throw all of that away in more ways than one.

you were walking downtown with Jon, his hand grasping yours as the two of you roamed an area of town that you knew didn't have major significance to WE. you were holding a coffee in one hand as you walked about a few things that happened to you that week to Jon. it wasn't until you walked towards a busy street that your heart fell to your stomach.

a huge billboard, like signs you would see on highways, of you and Damian representing Wayne Enterprises stood in the middle of an intersection. you stared at the ground, your one secret given away as Jon stared down at you, a look of shock in his eyes.

"wait, you work with Damian Wayne?" he asked as he could tell that you did not want to look at him. you sighed, a bit scared, "work partners might be a little too far from what we are," you gulped, finally realizing that you had to admit to your family ties.

Jon looked at you, now more confused than shocked.

what you didn't know was that at the same time that you were about to confess everything to Jon, a paparazzi had taken dozens of photos of you and Jon that were immediately uploaded to various Twitter accounts and gossip magazines.

"Damian Wayne is my adopted brother. Bruce Wayne is my adopted dad. that's why I have a lot more money than any regular Wayne Enterprise worker."

Jon immediately stumbled to the ground, not expecting that answer coming from you. you immediately felt tears hitting your eyes as you figured that maybe Jon didn't want to be with someone so rich and famous. someone's whose family was always in the spotlight.

"DAMIAN WAYNE IS YOUR BROTHER?" Jon screamed, catching you off guard as this was the first time Jon had ever screamed at you. you nodded, trying not to look at him in the eyes, "he's going to kill me. your entire family is going to plot my murder. I'm a dead man. Clark is going to find me in a ditch," Jon started talking to himself.

it was now your turn to look at Jon confused, "wait, what?" you asked, wiping your tears. "YOUR BROTHER IS MY BEST FRIEND. Damian Wayne is Robin and I'm Superboy!" he whispered the last part, "I've been dating my best friends sister this entire time without realizing it!" he screamed.

you finally connected the dots. every time Damian said he was going on patrol with Superboy meant that he was going to hang out with Jon and every time Damian said that Jon turned down a patrol session usually meant that you were going on a date with him. both of you stared at each other, not knowing what to say.

"small world, eh?" you asked, trying to defuse the tension, "guess we better figure out a way to tell them, huh?" Jon replied as you both heard your phone going off with texts and calls. you opened it to see that Dick, Bruce, Tim, and even Jason and Alfred were frantically calling you.

"hello, what happened?" you asked, picking up Dick's call. "GET HOME NOW!" he yelled through the phone as you heard Damian's screeching voice from the other side, "why? what happened?" you asked, staring at Jon now in fear.

"SHE'S DATING JON? I'M GOING TO KILL HIM BEFORE I KILL HER!" you heard Damian scream before something broke, "pictures of you kissing Jon came to the public on Twitter and he saw them," Jason said, half annoyed.

both of your hearts fell to your stomach as you realized it was now or never. everyone knew of your relationship and it wasn't even something both of you tried to do intentionally. you grabbed Jon's hand, yours shaking in fear as you got into the passenger side of his beat up red truck. he could tell you were beyond scared to go home and he now knew it was time. he had to man up before it got worse and you attempted to break up with him.

once you arrived to Wayne Manor, you sat still, not moving an inch. "it'll be okay darlin', I promise it won't be too bad," he murmured as he opened your door. you nodded as you hopped off and started walking towards the door.

you could hear Damian's yells still going on from the other side door as you opened it. you grasped Jon's hand and walked into the living space, Damian's eyes immediately looking at you before charging to Jon with every ounce of strength he had. Jason quickly grabbed you as Jon dodged him and Damian went straight to attack him again. you couldn't bare to look at the sight and felt tears spring to your eyes as you hid your face into Jason's side.

"hey, you okay?" Jason asked. he could see the tears in your eyes which instantly made him a bit upset. "enough," Jason screamed, catching everyone's attention. Jon and Damian saw the hurt look on your face and as soon as Jon realized you were upset at the fight he was having, he kicked Damian off of him and walked towards you.

he grabbed your hand and whispered an apology into your ear as he stroked your cheek lovingly, "I'm sorry dear but I wasn't expecting Damian to do this," Jon said as Damian watched the way Jon was treating you. a part of him knew that Jon would treat you right. Jon wasn't like your typical average boy but the fact that neither of you told him is what set him off and seeing you being so lovingly with Jon set him off again.

Damian ran towards Jon again but this time, you shielded him which made him stop immediately, "Damian, stop, please," you croaked. Bruce saw you trying to neutralize the situation and stood next to Damian, hinting at him to quit it, "I'm sorry we never told you but the reason why we never did was because we had no idea who the other was. I didn't know Jon was your best friend and clearly didn't know that he was Superboy and he had no idea I was even related to you nevertheless your sister. please, if it's anyone's fault, it's mine," you explained.

Dick, Jason, and Tim stared at Jon who grabbed your hand and pulled you to the side, "and I would have never made the move if I knew she was your sister but we fell in love and it was like a soulmate connection. we were meant for each other and I want her to be in my life. she's it for me," Dick sighed mesmerized as Tim and Jason gagged at the cheesy confession.

Damian growled, "if you even think of hurting her, Clark will be down one son and I mean it. that's my sister and no man will ever be good enough for her. you are my best friend and she might be a pain in my ass, she means the world to me. I will not hesitate to dig your grave and bury you alive if I see one tear of sadness coming down her face," Damian stated before hitting Jon on the shoulder purposely before walking away.

you smiled, your heart swelling at Damian's speech. he never once said anything like that about you and in his Damian way of being, you knew this was his way of accepting your relationship with Jon. you smiled at Jon before giving him a huge kiss on the lips, making your dad and all of your brothers gag at the sight.

"okay, save that shit for privacy, no one needs to see that," Jason said as he walked away. Bruce gave you one look before turning to Jon, "your father knows in case you were wondering but feel free to stay for dinner if you'd like," Bruce said before walking away with Tim and Dick walking away with him.

"I love you," you whispered to Jon as he let out a laugh against your lips, "I love you too and I'm all of this was cleared out." you nodded in agreement as you grasped his hand, "wanna come up to my room? I figured we should catch some sleep before Alfred calls everyone for dinner and Damian starts another fight," Jon agreed, giving you a kiss on your head as the two of you walked up the stairs.

[sallyf4ce]

wolves

chapter IV

-> sally face x f!reader

-> enemies? to lovers

-> previous | next

cw: drugs, cigarettes, violence, homophobia

*does not follow original plot of sally face*

summary: (y/n) and travis make up (ish), (y/n) gets hurt again (you really shouldn’t be surprised), larry gets a little moody (i don’t think he likes (y/n) very much), sal makes a move on (y/n) (although he doesn’t know he did)

“You’re (y/n), right? New kid?” Travis looks at you as you press the wet cloth to your nose. You nod.

“How’d you know?”

“Sal said it. he muttered. The disgusted look on his face was proven a facade by the blush on his cheeks.

“You’re in love, buddy.” you laugh.

“No i’m fucking not! You’re so fucking stupid, what the fuck? Who could love a faggot like Sally f-” you cut him off my shoving his head into the wall roughly. You don’t know what came over you, but being homophobic is still homophobic even if you’re in denial. You convinced yourself that it wasn’t about sally, it was just you being an ally. Way to kill the mood, travis.

“You pull that shit one more time and I'll leave you without teeth, blondie. Or would you rather i tell your dad that you hit girls?”

He squirms underneath your palm. “Sorry.” he looks at you with a pleading face.

You sigh and let him go. “S’fine. You need to learn how to control your anger, though, fuckface. You’re not gonna get anywhere with that attitude.” stuffing the bloody towel in your bag, you lead him out the door.

“I hate you.” Travis scoffs.

“What did i say?”

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“Larry, she’s already closer to travis than she is to us and they just met. Travis is a full-on dick, and they’re being all friendly! I didnt even know that was possible!” Sal chucks his bag in his locker. He hasn’t known you for long, but longer than travis! Plus he’s way nicer, too! Why’d you have to go and get all friendly with his bully?

“I don’t fucking like it either, sally face. Maybe we should just stay away from them.” Larry crossed his arms and leaned against the lockers.

Sal didn’t want to stay away from you, though. You were sweet, he was sure, just a little distant. Plus you just sort of intrigued him. He wanted to know why you were like this, what happened to you, why you had a prosthetic. Maybe it was hypocritical of him, though. He's only told Larry and Ashley about what happened to him, so he shouldn’t be picking at your trauma. you’ll tell him when you feel comfortable with it, but you’d need to be comfortable with him for that. and right now, it seems like you’re pretty comfortable with his bully.

“let’s go, dude. class starts in 5.”

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After grabbing your schedule with Travis, you set your stuff in your new locker (which smelled pretty good, surprisingly.) and began walking to your first class, math. Travis laughed at you when you read your schedule outloud and you gave him a whack on the head. What an idiot. He headed off to his first class, english.

you opened the door to the classroom and coughed to get the attention of the teacher, Mrs. Packerton.

“Ah, lovely! Class, say hi to (y/n) (l/n)!” she smiles as you awkwardly wave.

“You’ll be sitting in the back, right beside Sal.” an inaudible groan leaves your cracked lips as you make your way towards him, trying not to make eye contact.

“uh, here.” he moves over. you plop yourself down next to him and open your notebook.

“we’re doing a test right now. i’m pretty sure you won’t have to do it, since it’s your first day and all.” his blue hair bounces as he looks over to you again. it looks fluffy.

“you wanna touch it?” he chuckles. you don’t want to come off creepy, but he’s offering, right?

you reach out your prosthetic hand but quickly pull it back and switch it, realizing you can’t actually feel with it. he chuckles at your mistake and leans in to your touch.

you were right. it felt like clouds, puffy but still silky. it wasn’t combed properly, though.

“Mr. Fisher and Mrs. (L/n), you little lovebirds. hands to yourselves, please.” Mrs. Packerton laughs a little. “Ah, young love.”

you quickly pull your hand back and flush.

“stupid old lady.” you mutter.

“Mrs. P’s nice, she’s just a little… enamoured in her students’ love lives.” sal laughs.

“stop, you’re making her sound like a pedophile!” you cover your mouth to suppress your laugh and sal’s face heats up even more. He made you laugh!

You both quieted down as Sal continued his test and you doodled in your sketchbook.

“are you okay? after travis, you know.” he hummed, a mix of concern and jealousy swirling in his eyes.

“uh, yeah. i’m fine.”

“You sure? Your lips look pretty busted.”

“It’s all good.”

“why do you hang out with him, anyway?” he turned his test upside down and faced you again.

“what do you mean?” you’re confused.

“he hit you in the face first thing in the morning. If i was you, i wouldn't really like him.” sal gripped his pencil.

“are you jealous?” you question, a smirk on your face.

“No.” his expression is hidden behind his mask. you look into his eyes, trying to make him blush.

the blue is a different blue than the one you saw yesterday. it’s lighter, almost like a porcelain blue.

“whatever you say, porcelain face.”

“porcelain face?”

“your mask, and your eyes, i guess. they’re like a porcelain doll’s.”

he hums.

“what are you then? metal hand? cyborg? fist of steel?”

“you forgot iron fist.”

“iron fist?”

“sure.” you grin. sal’s heart flutters again.

“Alright children, please hand in your tests and nicely file out the class. The bell will ring any moment.” Mrs. Packerton smiles sweetly and starts collecting tests. You grab your bag and leave the class.

Sal looked around the room for a bit, looking for you. A flash of (h/c) hair leaving the room catches his eyes. He tries running after you, but you’re already heading towards your next class.

•Lunch time•

“Shut the fuck up, Trav. I said she was stupid, not stupid hot. I don't know where you got hot from! I literally never said it.” You shoved his shoulder. He just snickered and continued teasing you.

“Hey, (y/n)! Come have lunch with us!” Sal saw you walking with travis. He waved you over from the cafeteria. Travis immediately stopped laughing and sneered. He quickly began walking over to sal, raising his fist.

“Leave us alone, fucking fag-” travis swung at sal but you stepped in front of them, raising your arm to cover sal’s face since he was taller.

Travis throws punches like a wrestler, You already knew that. Maybe you shouldn't have used your real hand to catch it.

His fist slammed into your forearm roughly and you flinched.

“Fuck- travis, go cool off. Now. Leave.” you hold onto your arm. It stings, but it's not broken. You’ll be fine.

“You’re all a bunch of-” he stops mid sentence as you give him a glare. It sort of said ‘you’re gay too, dumbass.’ he scrunched his eyebrows and walked off.

“Oh my fucking god!” a girl with brown hair ran over to you and lightly grabbed your arm.

“This her, sal? Are you (Y/n)?” she looked at you. She seemed very sweet. Kind of reminded you of your cousin.

“Uh- yeah- can you let go?”

She smiles in apology and lets go.

“You didn't have to do that, (y/n).” sal scratches the back of his head. You’ve gotten hurt twice because of him. How are you supposed to be friends if the only thing sal does is hurt you?

“I think maple might have an ice pack in her lunch. Can you come sit with us?” He hopes you say yes.

“Yeah, okay.” you needed the ice pack and travis was nowhere to be seen, so you didn’t really have a choice.

“Hey, (y/n).” Larry grumbles as you walk to their table. It seems he’s upset with you.

“I just saved your buddy from travis. Not to your liking or something?” you look up to him. If something’s wrong, he should just fucking say it. Not beat around the bush like a pussy.

“Yeah. you and travis seem to be getting along well.” he finally makes eye contact with you. Sal and the girl seem uncomfortable.

“We all got our issues, asshole. Some of us just know how to deal with them better than others.” You sneer. He’s allowed not to like Travis, but he’s not allowed to be a bitch to you because you actually understand his actions and choose to help him instead of ignoring him.

“Whatever.” he spits. You turn to sal.

“I’ll get my own ice.” you begin walking away. “Also, watch your dog.” you hear sal chuckle as larry groans. He walks up to you before you can leave, Larry throwing his arms up in the air in disbelief.

“Hey, uh, (y/n)? I’m sorry you got hurt. Could- could i make it up to you somehow?” his hand is on yours. It’s warm, he’s probably blushing hard under his mask.

“Sure, sally. How would you do that?” you spin around to face him. You can see his mask rise a little and his smile peaks through.

“Do you have a phone?” he pulls his cell out. It’s just a simple black flip-phone with a few paint splatters.

“I do, it’s in my locker. I dont have my number memorized, though. Stupid area codes.” you mumble. “You wanna come get it with me?”

Sal looks back to his friends. Ash is nodding frantically while Larry twirls a cigarette through his fingers, still mad.

“Alright.”

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[stxleslyds]

Robin Jason, a friend and ally of the Titans.

PART 1.

Last Friday I was feeling extra rage-y after the news about the Titans mini with the Titans show line-up of heroes. I still think that a) Jason shouldn’t be considered a Titan or be in the team as Red Hood and b) that him going back to wearing a bat symbol on his chest is just bad but as @randomlut said there is a possibility of that book not being set in DC’s current universe and if that’s the case then okay, I will not complain about it anymore.

But this post isn’t about that Titans book it’s about Jason’s Robin’s appearances in volume two of the New Teen Titans!

Now, this won’t be an in-depth review of those issues from a story point of view, it will be a post in which I talk about Jason’s characterization and interactions with the Titans. Maybe I will even dive a little bit into why I think that the interactions that Jason and Roy have in those issues makes the relationship that they had in New52 very out of place.

Let’s begin!

·         NTT (1984) #19

Jason as Robin appears here only in the last page of the issue. After the current team of the Titans appears to be falling apart Donna calls Jason and others to help in a mission, this team that she puts together resembles the “original” line-up with Robin, Speedy, (Kid) Flash, Aqualad and Hawk.

·         NTT (1884) #20-21

Jason appears in the Titans tower along the OG Titans, when Donna finally tells them what the mission is all about (stopping Cheshire from interrupting a meeting) she asks if they are in on the job, Jason is not only excited about being there but about Batman actually letting him come all the way to the tower. A little bit of what Jason thinks or saw in Bruce is shown when Wally says that he “didn’t think the Batman could be thrilled by anything. He is always so grim.”

Basically, what Jason says is that the Bat isn’t that bad if you get to know him and that he cares about Jason’s education outside of vigilantism. Also, Jason seems to be grateful and very receptive of the things that Bruce taught him, he regards him as a very good mentor.

After everyone decides to help, they get on their jet. Here we have a very important interaction between Jason and Donna, she is telling him how she is feeling about the attitude of the rest of the team and about how she is a little bit lost now that she is in charge of the Titans and then she asks what Robin thinks about the whole thing, Jason is obviously thrilled once more, someone as experienced as Donna is asking him for his opinion? It blows his mind away! Batman never does that, he is always following his lead and never has a say on what they do so, to him, helping the Titans is only getting better and maybe he will ask the Bat to let him join them permanently.

Because they were talking Donna wasn’t paying much attention while flying and after they barely avoid crashing the jet, she apologizes to everyone and once more looks for reassurance with Jason, this time Jason is caught off guard but after Hawk teases him about his hesitation he tells her that “everything’s okay”.

When they arrive to Switzerland (where the meeting will be held) we have Jason’s first interaction with Roy Harper and him also slowly transforming into a burrito, that boy was cold and pissed off about it!

It’s really funny to me that Roy talking about Oliver’s pervy arrows is his very first interaction with Jason, who would have thought that a mad man would later make them besties?

They all go inside a building to get warm and for a while Jason is just chilling while the other Titans are all having an existential crisis, because here is the thing, Jason is a kid, he was presumably 14 here while all the other are in their twenties. Donna is having trouble with her new position as leader of the Titans, Wally is trying to live up to Barry, Garth is grieving his love, Roy is still very uncomfortable about being on a mission that involves Cheshire and Hank is just crazy. The others are trying to complete a mission while their real-life problems loom over them and Jason is just on an adventure with cool people.

Its not much later than Cheshire attacks the Titans, she first takes on Wally because he is her biggest threat and then detonates a bomb, now here I will give a little bit of context, Cheshire does not want to kill the Titans as of now, she just wants to incapacitate them because them being there is making her own mission more complicated, all I will say is that she doesn’t truly have villainous intentions and that she has a very weak spot for Roy.

Anyway, the bomb incapacitates Garth and Roy and Cheshire also managed to shoot Wally so only Donna, Hank and Jason are left standing to capture Cheshire, but here is the thing, Hank doesn’t want to capture her, he wants to kill her.

Jason has interacted very few times with Hank so far and it has always been Hank teasing him but now as Jason is going to fight Cheshire Hank interrupts him telling him that he will do “what has to be done”. Cheshire of course wont fall easily and I think that at this very moment she is thinking that killing Hank wouldn’t be a bad idea because he is going to mess her plans up! But not to worry as she is raising her gun Jason comes in to save his ass!

Jason is not a match for Cheshire and after that she quickly subdues him. But what’s important here is two things, first Jason doesn’t want or consider the idea of killing Jade, he just wants to capture her and bring her to justice, secondly, he doesn’t even want her to kill Hank, who has been violent towards every Titan and rude to Jason every single time that he has interacted with him. What I am trying to say is that this IS Robin Jason, he doesn’t think or act the same as Red Hood will in the future, he has his opinions on what punishments killers should get but he is not there to kill anyone himself.

There is this whole page where Donna beats Hank against a tree so he stops killing, because that’s not what the Titans do, she explains that if they do that then the public (that is already quite afraid of them) will just fear them more and they don’t need that, plus she believes that he is acting that way out of grief after losing his brother, as she is saying all of this though she is putting quite a lot of pressure on his chest and that might have ended up in her actually killing Hank if Jason hasn’t been there to stop her.

Donna is obviously not having a good time and after this she says that she “has had it” and that from now on Robin should “take command” because “its his group anyway”. Oh man…its clear to the reader that Donna is not having a good time being team leader but she also misses a certain person a lot. She is obviously not seeing Jason there, she is seeing Dick, the person that she is used to take orders from but he is not there.

Jason is aware of this, he might be a kid and might not have as many problems as the other Titans as of now but he is not a fool and he doesn’t want people to see someone else when they look at him, so he confronts Donna about what she just said/did.

Jason is just great in this scene; he just doesn’t want people that he admires to treat him as if he were someone that he isn’t. Just because Dick isn’t there doesn’t mean that he (because he is Robin) can replace him, they are not the same person and they do not have the same experience. He calls out Donna on her behaviour towards him and Donna being an adult takes responsibly for her actions and understands that ultimately, she was hurting Jason’s feelings. We have a kinda wholesome moment when they hug but because this is written by Marv Wolfman and he just can’t help himself, he proceeds to write Jason as a horny teenager. What a way to ruin the moment Marv…

Back to Cheshire, she is about to kick Wally’s face in when she decides to first tell him what he has to tell the others when they wake up, which is “Cheshire remembers”.

Wally tells the Titans Cheshire’s message but none of them truly understands what it means, Hank says that he doesn’t even understand why they are alive. Donna comes to the conclusion that Cheshire might want something from them and this is where Jason gives his thoughts, he says “Doesn’t matter what she wants. We take care of her. She’s a killer.”, its clear once more than although Jason (as Robin) wouldn’t kill anyone he does feel a certain type of way about criminals and wants them to be locked up.

After yet another verbal fight between Hank and Donna the Titans take a cable car to their next location, Jason is shown as exited about the view and the whole experience once more. When they arrive, they find Faraday (the guy that called Donna for help in #19) and he explains a bit more the situation but Jason once more is having trouble staying warm so he goes to the cable car tunnel nearby, but he doesn’t go alone, Roy goes with him because his “costume wasn’t made for this kind of weather either”, in this second interaction between these two we get to see Jason’s detective skills shine.

Jason has been watching Roy and he found his reaction to Cheshire’s message quite sus. Not only is he showing his detective skills here but he also said in a previous panel this: “The Batman keeps telling me to watch people’s eyes. And every so often I notice you become awfully agitated…like something was going on you didn’t want to be part of”.  Zdarsky, hey pal, I am talking to you, look at this dude! He read Roy like an open book, this is Robin Jason, he likes being Robin and he is brilliant at it, he is methodical because he learnt from paying attention and working with Batman, so, you sir are wrong, not only did UtRH disprove your dumb narrative but so does this interaction (along all his appearances in this book).

Roy is impressed by the kid, and yeah, he calls him kid because he is a kid…Roy is visibly older than Jason as he should, do you see it Lobdell? Yeah, there is no dubious age gap between those two as you made it seem. Roy is impressed because between both of them he is the one that is most experienced, not the other way around. How did Lobdell manage to make up a whole as run where not only were Roy and Jason close in age and besties but also Jason was better at vigilantism than Roy and Roy was the one being impressed. It’s wild, wild and bad.

Back to the issue, Jason taken out of the fight quite fast once more by Cheshire and she proceeds to talk to Roy, that’s where we find out that they were lovers and that she feels weak when she is around him because he makes her feel feelings but that’s not all, she tells Roy that he is “the man that fathered my child” …Oh and now she does want to kill him. That’s where #20 ends, so let’s see what happens with Jason in #21.

In the beginning of #21 Jason is conscious once more and when he hears Cheshire’s threat, he attacks her so she can’t shoot Roy, he also says this “Sorry ‘cat’ that’s a definite no-no. Don’t you know mommy’s and daddies should never fight” I, I don’t know why he had to say it like that…the 80s were weird. While Jason is being himself Roy is thinking “Don’t be cocky kid, Jade hasn’t got a sense of humour…” but because he wants to talk to Jade, he tells Jason to go, that he will handle Cheshire and he leaves.

Roy and Jade talk, Donna and Hawk are fighting bad guys and each other and at some point, Jason joins Garth and helps him take down a couple of guys, he also tries to make conversation with him but Garth is still not talking to anybody.

Cheshire tells Roy that he will never hear about their child again and that he needs to let her do her thing and stay out of it because he doesn’t understand what’s going on, Roy doesn’t do what she asks and she “poisons” him. Donna saves a guy that Hank was trying to kill. After Cheshire leaves Roy comes to the conclusion that she wasn’t there to kill the people from the meeting or that she poisoned him, but because they were there and everything went to shit now the people that were getting together are blaming the Titans for the interruption. The whole thing is a mess and the news channel are not nice about the Titans as a whole, but I am not interested in exploring that here. All you need to know is that the people that made Cheshire do what she did to the Titans were the Brother Blood people.

It’s on the jet that we see Jason again, he and the others are going back to the tower. Because the news are painting the Titans as bad when they are arriving to the tower Jason sees a lot of people protesting about them and he feels bad. This was his first job with the Titans and he is a kid, imagine how sad it would make you if you wanted to help and after getting the job done people were mad at you. But even though he is sad about that he takes time to ask Roy if he is okay after he sees him almost running away from the tower, he doesn’t get a response but he isn’t mad about it.

Jason’s stay with the Titans comes to and end and he says that he loved hanging out with them and is grateful for having been invited, he is so sweet!

·         NTT (1884) #24

Here, for some reason, we see Jason saying goodbye to the Titans again and unlike at the end of #21 Roy is there to see him leave.

I am not going to lie though; I liked this goodbye better it feels like it’s more complete than the other one. Here he says that Batman wants him back in Gotham but that if the Titans ever need him again all they need to do is call. He also mentions Nightwing which is funny because he will be called by Donna again in #26 to help the Titans get Dick back from Brother Bloods Church.

I am going to cut this part here because issues 26 to 31 have a lot of Jason content that I want to explore and I can’t put any more pictures here, also this post is already long as it is now!

I just love Jason’s little moments in these issues, him confronting Donna and reading Roy like and open book in #20 are my absolute favourite, I just think this is a nice way to kinda show how wrong some current characterizations of Robin Jason are and what better way to do that than reading and looking into some good stories.

Oh! Before I forget, in #21 Roy leaves the Titans’ tower to go see Jade and he actually gets to meet his daughter Lian for the first time, so yeah, that was a wholesome moment!

[katierosedreams2]

A weekend to remember 

“Oh my god! I hope they didn’t see me!!” I thought as I crouched down in the middle of the store. This was embarrassing enough. The last thing I needed was a whole bunch of girls from school seeing me at the mall looking like this! 

I can’t believe I was doing this, but the checklist my bully ,Nataile, was making me do was almost over. Yes I know, my bully is a girl. I hate to admit it, but she’s a very pretty girl, with a real sense of fashion, and always looks stunning. But don’t let that fool you, she is so mean! She has always made fun of how girly I look, or how weak I am, and how I have a girl's name,Taylor. 

She’s also my next door neighbor, so our parents have made us hang out together as we’ve grown up. She always forced me to play dress up and learn to dance to girly music videos with her. She also would make me do all of her chores whenever we were at her house. I hated it, but if I didn’t she’d actually beat me up. She was so strong somehow! We were both only children, and even though she is a year older than me, she’s always been in the same grade as me. Although we are both almost done with high school, she still bosses me around. 

Anyways, this mess all started because a few weeks ago I got grounded. I was getting a failing grade in a class. Natalie caught me sneaking out of my house a few times. She even had video proof. I was screwed! If I don't do what she said, she will show my parents! 

Well, Thursday night came and my parents were scheduled to go on a trip for the whole week. However, I was still grounded. So they asked Natalie’s parents if I could spend the whole week there, so they could keep an eye on me. They said yes, but they also wouldn’t be home either. So, right in front of everyone, they told Natalie that she was in charge of me and that I was to do whatever she said, no exceptions. 

Well, with that, plus that black mail, she could do whatever she wanted. I was to drive home with her right after school on Friday. When we got to her house, it was empty. She first demanded I go shower and shave everything below my eyebrows as the first part of me paying her off for the blackmail. Of course, all of her soaps and shampoos were such a girly smell. She always smelled so feminine. I can see why. 

As I was drying off she scared me, she was standing at the door watching me. “Wow Taylor!! I remember when our parents used to make us shower together when we were babies, I see you little dick never grew up!” She laughed so hard she almost started crying! I turned so red from the embarrassment! “ th-th-the water was cold!” I stuttered. “No it wasn’t! I can still see the steam from the shower! You just have a baby dick!” She shot back quickly. “You also have such feminine curves! If I didn’t see that micro dick you have I’d just think you were a flat-chested girl! Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Anyways, that just might help you out with what I have planned for you. Now finish drying off and don’t forget to blow dry that pretty long hair of yours.” She said as she started to walk away. “Planed!?” I nervously yelled back but no reply. 

I left the bathroom once I finished with nothing but a towel, searching for my bag I had packed, but I couldn’t find it. “Natalie, where did you put my bag?” I asked “It’s gone. You won’t be needing it anyway. I will pick out every single thing you will wear this whole weekend. Your first outfit is already laid out on my bed.“ she replied. 

My heart raced as I rushed to her room to see what she meant. What could it be? I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw it. It  was one of the girliest outfits I had ever seen. It was a black lingerie set with a g string, tights, a small pink crop top, a black micro vinyl skirt, a short vinyl coat with pink fur trim, fuzzy wedge heel slippers, and a clear pink bag. 

“I am not wearing this! It’s so girly!” I shouted! “Fine, then you can spend the rest of the time naked! It’s this outfit or nothing. The choice is yours.” She replied coldly. “Just be thankful your girly body is the same size I am! Or I’d have nothing for you to wear. And besides, it’s such a cute little outfit, any girly girl would love to wear it! Don’t forget the bag.” She knew I hated this, and she wanted to make this as humiliating as possible! 

I reluctantly put on this girly outfit. The top was so short and left my whole mid drift exposed. The skirt was so short it almost didn’t even cover my butt, one inch shorter and you could see the bottom of my butt. The tights made my small legs look so incredibly girly! I was so humiliated. But at least only Natalie will see it. As I left her room and walked down the hallway, I could hear the vinyl making noise and reflecting light, as to call for both visual and audio attention to how girly and slutty this outfit is. The heels clicked on the hard wood floor, just calling for more attention. 

I found her waiting by the front door with her phone in her hands. Her outfit was just as girly, and her make-up was done to perfection. From the back, I’m sure we just looked like two trendy girls getting ready for a night out. And apparently we were. 

“Well don’t you look so trendy and cute!” She said, knowing that it humiliated me. “ I swear, you were meant to be a girl! You look just like one! You can’t even tell you have a baby dick hiding under that short little skirt!” 

“I don’t look like a girl! And I don’t have a baby dick! I’m only wearing this because you stole my clothes and are making me wear this!” I said in a tone that sounded like a girl whining. The worst part is, I knew she was right. I knew I looked just like a girl. And that my dick really was tiny. I was so small I really couldn’t even tell I was a boy under this skirt. 

“ Whatever you say sissy, it’s time to go” she replied, knowing she’d won. Knowing that I knew she was right. “GO!? Go where!?!” I said frantically. “To the mall of corse! We need to get you ready for such a fun week! We need to get your nails done, then your hair, and then finally we will get your makeup done super cute! We also need to get you your own makeup. That way you can look pretty for the whole week!” 

“I’m not going to the mall looking like this! There's no way you can make me!” I screamed. I would be mortified if I went to the mall! “Well, I’ve been filming you since you walked out of my room. So unless you want me to post this and have everyone at school see you like this, I suggest you do what I say! Not to mention your parents already told you I was in charge. That you have to do what I say. So I can also call them and tell them how their sissy son misbehaves and sneaks out of their house when he’s grounded! So what will it be?”

She had me. I had no choice but to do as she said. Fighting would be useless. I just hung my head and followed her to the car.

She smiled and said “That’s a good girl.”

When we got to the mall, the first thing she made me do was walk the whole thing. She wanted to make sure as many people saw me as possible. She loved how much I was embarrassed by this. She took pictures and videos, making me do different posies. My face was so red it looked like I only had blush on.

 Our first stop was the nail salon. Where the laddies giggled as Natalie explained how her sissy neighbor would like to get his nails done. They complimented my outfit, “You look so cute!” , “ That outfit is so trendy girl!”, “If you were my son I’d make you dress like this every day!”, “Wow I can’t believe how much like a real girl he looks!” I was so humiliated. They decided for me that classic French tips would be the best for a “girly sissy” like me. I hated that they called me that. I just wanted this to end. Natalie made sure there was plenty of video and photo evidence.

Once that was done, we went to the hair salon. It was just more of the same from the girls working there. “Such a girly boi!”, “Well you need cute hair to go with such a cute little outfit!”, “Cute nails! And that jacket is to die for!”, “Omg no way your a boy, I could hardly tell!” One of the ladies there knew Natalie, and who I was. Her daughter, Hana, was in our class. She thought this was so funny, “Natalie, I have to get a picture of you two so Hana can see it! She’s not going to believe it!” She giggled as she took a picture of the two of us. “We are on our way to the make-up store next. He needs a lot for the big week he has! He’ll be looking just as cute every day!” Natalie chuckled. They laughed about it as they styled my hair and gave it a much more feminine cut. Oh no, I’ll never be able to hide this hair cut! I’ll always look like a girl! 

When they finished up, Natalie took more pictures of me. This is a living nightmare! As we walked to the next store, I noticed guys checking me out. Staring up and down. I was so humiliated! They actually thought I was a girl! And this outfit was so slutty and called for so much attention! I felt so exposed! Some guys even cat called! EW!! And these damn heels made it impossible for me to walk without swaying my hips, making it look like I was strutting! 

Natalie loved it. She couldn’t stop giggling as she videoed me. “Wink or wave back sissy, that’s what girls do to say thank you to compliments like that!” She said to me a little too loud for my liking. “ Do I have too?!” I said, self-conscious of my own voice. Just now realizing how feminine it is, and that I didn’t sound much different from Natalie. “Yes, or else.” She demanded. Great now as I strut down the mall, in this outfit only the girliest of girls would wear, I have to wink and wave to the boys who think I’m a girl. This is a living hell.

The next stop was the make-up store. We have to shop for all the make-up I’ll “need” for the week. Natalie wanted people to look at me and question if I might actually be a boy for as long as possible before I had my make-up done. As Natalie put it, “Once your makeup is done, no one, not even your own parents would know you're not a real girl! So I want to give as many people the opportunity to recognize you before you fully transform!” 

This just made me more nervous. I was a wreck! And then, almost as if it was planned, I saw them! Hana and a group of girls from school. I recognized every one of them, and they were walking into the store! They can’t see me like this!! I’d be ruined for ever!! No girl would ever want to date me after this!! I panicked, and crouched. Natalie laughed as she took my picture, forever capturing the peek of my embarrassment. 

The way the jacket made my waist look so tiny, and how my feminine manicured hand lightly held the pink bag. I looked like such a girl.  “That’s the one! That’s the photo!” She exclaimed! “Shh! Quite down!!” I hissed at her. Too scared to focus on what she was even talking about. 

“OMG!!! TAYLOR?!?! THERE HE IS!!” Shouted one of the girls. That’s it. They saw me. It was over. They laughed and giggled so much as Natalie explained what was happening. They couldn’t stop talking about how much of a girl I looked. How they couldn’t tell I was even a boy and would NEVER see me as one again. That this is how I should spend the rest of my life! They couldn’t help but notice how I didn’t even have a bump in my little skirt and, to Natalie's delight she got to share how small I am. They laughed so hard, one girl almost fell on the floor. Everyone in the store was looking at us. I was crushed. Humiliated. Ruined. And forever embarrassed. 

Once they started to calm down they all rushed to “help” me pick out different make-up. I only had so much of my allowance left, that we had to make sure we set enough money aside for my makeover. Then they made me spend the rest of every penny I had on makeup. They said I would need a lot. After all, I’ll have no choice but to be a girl from here on.

When one girl brought up that I’d have no more money for clothes, Natalie suggested “Well sense “she” is so small and most of us are the same size. Why don’t we donate some of our own clothes until she has enough money to buy her own! With enough of us, we could probably replace half her wardrobe. Just remember girls, only cute little outfits, just like this! Drop them off at my house any time this weekend!!”

I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. And I had no control over it! My whole life is ruined! These girls are forcing me to be one of them and I don’t even have a choice! They all think I “deserve” this because I’m too small and too girly to ever satisfy a woman! I could just cry. As they left to get clothes for me, we walked to get my makeup done. I didn’t speak. I just stared at the floor as we walked. Natalie couldn’t have been happier. She loved seeing me be so embarrassed, humiliated, and feminized. 

The makeover took about two hours. But I was so numb from the embarrassment, it was like I wasn’t even there. By this point, it was late and when I finally saw myself in the mirror, I didn’t even recognize myself. My brows were shaped in a feminine way. I had long lashes and a very smokey eye. And my lips looked so much bigger and were covered in pink lipgloss. 

With this make-up and outfit, I looked like the kind of girl I would have rubbed my little dick too. I don’t know how, but I felt even more embarrassed. I felt so feminine, and somehow, I actually felt pretty. That only made me feel worse. I looked like a beautiful girl guys would fantasize about. A part of me kind of liked it. This just made it worse. Could they all be right? Am I just a girly sissy?

As we were walking back to the car, it all finally just got to me, and I stopped and started to cry in the middle of the parking lot. Natalie noticed, and for the first time ever, she spoke to me in a way she never had. It was a kind and sweet tone, almost loving. “Hey sweetie, it’s OK. There’s no reason to cry! You look beautiful! No tears now, you don’t want to ruin your makeup, or we will have to go back and do it again.”

“But I don’t want to look beautiful, I don’t want to look like this! I don’t want to look like a girl! And now every girl at school will never want to date me! They think I’m too girly!” I cried as I did everything I could not to ruin my make-up.

“Listen closely girlfriend.” she was so calm as she spoke that it was almost hypnotizing, and caused me to stop crying. But what she said didn’t make me feel any better. “The reason you’ve never dated a girl, or even kissed a girl, is because they already see you this way. As a girly sissy boy. They all thought you were gay. And after tonight they defiantly will forever. You make a beautiful girl, and you’ll make all the girls at school more happy if you just be one! Now let’s go.”

We got in the car and I thought about what she said. I was shocked! They all thought I was a girly sissy boy!? And that I was gay!? And what exactly did she mean they defiantly will after tonight!? 

When we arrived back at her house, she told me to stand there and wait. She walked back outside, was gone for maybe a minute, then came back inside. “What was that all about?” I questioned. She said “We are having someone over! Dylan, from the football team, has really been liking your new Instagram I made for you today. It’s about your coming out and transformation! So Dylan is coming over to get to know the new you!”

WHAT!?!?? An instagram!?!? Dylan!?!?

It was horrible enough that so many of the girls saw me this way as well as random strangers, but all now boys from my school! And why would he want to come over anyway?! I hardly know him!?!

Before I could even speak, Natalie opened the door and in walked Dylan. He’s about 6’2” and huge. I felt dwarfed by him, even in my heels. “Now listen Taylor, your going to do what Dylan wants or else we will both beat you up. Then we will tell your parents how you stole my clothes, spent all your money to look like a girl, and tried to seduce a boy at your school. As well as telling them that you were sneaking out at night when you were grounded.” Natalie said firmly. 

I just stared at her, completely shocked. “Aren’t you going to ask what I want girl?” Dylan asked in a deep manly voice that made my meek reply sound so girly and feminine. “W-what do you want?” I asked nervously standing there in high heels, tights, a tiny pink crop top, a micro vinyl skirt that hardly covered my butt, still wrapped up in the small vinyl coat with the pink fur, gently clutching my bag in my manicured hand in front of this huge, muscular man. I looked indistinguishable from a sexy, slutty, girl. I was so nervous that my little dick was so shrunk it was hardly an inch. 

“I want you to beg to suck this big dick.” He replied in a commanding way. I looked at Natalie, she was grinning ear to ear as she filmed on her phone. I had no choice. I was going to have to do this. And she would show everyone. They’ll all think I was a gay sissy girl my boi forever. 

“C-can I please suck your big dick?” It sounded so girly as I asked with tears starting to fill my eyes. I was so humiliated after all of today, and now there is video proof of me looking like this asking to suck a man's dick. He just walked over and pushed me to my knees. As he unzipped his pants he said “Want to see what a real man looks like!” And whipped out a dick that was longer than my whole face. 

He made me suck him for what felt like forever, him and Natalie humiliating me the whole time. Finally, he came in my mouth. It surprised me and I pulled away with my mouth still open. His cum shot into my mouth, and all over my face and outfit. I didn’t know a man could cum so much! I was completely covered! 

“OMG you really are a sissy cocksucker! Your little dick is even hard!” Shouted Natalie as she filmed. I looked down at my cum-covered outfit, with cum still in my mouth, and my skirt just had the smallest bump from my little dick. I wasn’t hard, it had shrunk so much it looked stiff, I swallowed his cum to try to explain. But it didn’t matter. It was too late.“ I’m glad you liked it too girl, I’ll be seeing you around.” Dylan said as he walked out the door.

Natalie had completely transformed me into a girl and then blackmailed me into suck a boy's dick. I could never escape this. This was going to haunt me forever.

-Katierosedreams Og Cap

[bookofmirth]

Here are my reasons why I don’t think that Az would beat Lucien in the Blood Duel, but more importantly why I don’t think it will happen in the first place.

1) Rhys knows that Azriel’s ego is particularly fragile at the moment, and so Rhys just said what he had to to keep Az from losing his shit even more. I don’t think it’s guaranteed that Az would win, for reasons #2 and #3, but can you imagine if he said that to Az in that moment? Given his current volatility?? I’m sure this one is an unpopular opinion but we also have a history of Azriel getting pissed about not being allowed to do whatever mission to the point that he rebels against Rhys. Ego.

2) Lucien easily calmed Cassian’s ass down with his sheer will, so if what Rhys said is actual fact, then Cassian shouldn’t be able to hold a candle to Az, either. And we know that isn’t true.

3) We don’t know the rules of the Blood Duel, but if magic is allowed, then Lucien wins hands-down, being the son of a High Lord. See above. Plus, Azriel is afraid of fire. It might be fighting a bit dirty, but if it’s a Blood Duel and magic were allowed, Lucien would have to use everything at his disposal.

4) Lucien would not accept the Blood Duel. Accepting would mean claiming Elain, which he has never, not once, given any indication he would do beyond what the mating bond forces him to think. If Elain told him she wanted to be with Az, Lucien would respect that. A Blood Duel between Az and Lucien would be Azriel: “I CHALLENGE YOU!!!” Lucien: “Why” Azriel: “FOR ELAIN” Lucien: “Wow, I wish she would have told me, but okay. I’ll respect her wishes.” And then Azriel standing there with his dick in his hand and a tape measure and no one to compare with.

5) If it were a matter of honor, e.g. “real men always accept a BD challenge”, I still think that Lucien has shown himself to be above such macho ego contests and would still decline because of Elain’s wishes.

6) Azriel gets mad and wants to duel people. It’s already established. He’s been stewing over what Eris did to Mor for 500 years or whatever, so why would he set that one aside yet go for this one. (Cue me headcanoning Rhys as the tired dad always telling Az “no, you can’t Blood Duel that one either”)

7) It’s been 3-4 months since Az threatened Rhys with the duel and nothing has happened (including any interaction between Az and Elain). Rhys told Az no and Az obeyed, for any number of reasons (which you can probably guess what I think, if you’ve read my posts).

8) Just because sjm mentions something, doesn’t mean it will be picked up again later. While the Blood Duel hasn’t had a name until now, it was mentioned back in acomaf (I believe) that Azriel wanted to kill Eris and Beron but held off out of deference to Mor. Also, how many plot threads has she just left to the side in this series. It’s a problem.

9) IF the BD were to become a thing, then it makes far more sense for it to occur between Helion and Beron. Those are two men who actually would have a mutual desire for the duel, and proper vengeance to be doled out.  

10) It’s a battle to the death, which means that any character(s) involved have a good chance of dying. Neither Azriel nor Lucien have a chance of dying. Let’s be honest. She’s not going to kill Az because she’s excited to tell his story, and she won’t kill Lucien because she loves him and thinks of him as being like Jamie Fraser, and also it would be incredibly painful for Elain to lose a mate (whether they were together or not).

I could probably come up with more reasons, but the main tl;dr is that Azriel won’t beat Lucien in the duel, although I can see the duel happening in other circumstances with other characters. 

[chudleycanonficfest]

young dumb thrills

Day 26, Post #2 by @accio-broom

Title: young dumb thrills Author/Artist: accio-broom Pairing: Gryffindor pals Prompt: Studying together Rating: T Trigger Warning(s) (if any): Ron likes to swear, a lot. Also, the lads enjoy not speaking very nicely about the women in their year.

“Merlin, this potions essay is a pile of wank. I'm so fucking bored.”

Seamus snaps his book shut, his Irish lilt filling the dorm room and disturbing the peace. Until the rude intrusion, Ron had been attempting to write a Transfiguration essay on the benefits of Non-verbal spells, although he was struggling without Hermione’s usual help.

Four heads, belonging to the various bodies strewn around the place, lift from their books and parchment. The sixth-year Gryffindors throw frowns and obscenities at their friend.

“Well, it was your idea for us to do something together,” Dean comments, letting his head loll to the side to rest on his arms, his eyes closing.

“Yeah, but when I suggested it, I had a night of debauchery and booze on my mind. Not being shut up here on a Friday night.”

Ron laughs and abandons his parchment on the bedroom floor. He rolls off his tummy then wriggles into a sitting position, his back flush against his trunk. It allows him a better view of his dorm mates.

Seamus is sat up in his bed, resting against the headboard, his now shut Potions book by his feet. Dean sits in one of the window seats whilst Neville is perched next to his bedside table, crooning at his Mimbulus Mimbletonia. Harry is in one of the cosy armchairs next to the fire, switching his obsessive gaze between the Marauder’s Map and the Half-Blood Prince’s Potions book.

“Debauchery?” Ron scoffs. “What kind of stuff did you think we’d be getting up to stuck in Gryffindor tower? You tried sneaking in the Firewhisky, but you were thick enough to let Filch catch you. McGonagall has got us on lockdown because of you, and we can’t even sneak out the window for a fly ‘cos it’s pissing down outside.”

Frowning, Seamus retorts, “At least I tried. Anyways, you and Potter don’t seem to have any difficulties getting yourselves into trouble, despite the rules and detentions and any other fucking thing the staff throw at you.”

Harry, who has been a silent observer up until now, finally pipes up, “You know, I’d gladly trade places with you, Seamus, if it means getting a quiet year without Voldemort trying to kill me.”

The other four boys shudder at Harry’s use of You-Know-Who’s real name. Once he has recovered, Seamus waves a dismissive hand before flopping down onto his stomach.

“Yeah, yeah. We all know that Voldie prefers to wait until the end of the year before trying to kill you. You could at least enjoy yourself up until then.” A heavy sigh escapes his lips. “How did it come to this, lads? We're all virile, good looking fellas. Well, apart from Nev. Yet, here we are on a Friday night, with only each other for company.”

“Oi!” Neville frowns, swivelling to face his friends with his hands on his hips. “At least I managed to get a date for the Yule Ball. Dean didn’t go with anyone.”

“Yeah, but I have a girlfriend now.”

Dean’s cheeks darken as Ron’s eyes narrow. The redhead’s stomach churns. Sure, he’s adjusted to catching Dean snogging his sister in the common room now, but it doesn’t mean he enjoys it. He knows the type of stuff Dean gets up to, the sort of things he says behind closed doors. He’d rather Ginny didn’t get involved with a guy like Dean, but Ron knows it’s out of his control.

“Out of all of us,” Dean continues, “It’s only Weasley and me who have birds.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Ron joins in, mostly to distract himself from his overprotective urges. Ginny is more than capable of looking after herself, and she’s told him enough fucking times, too. “And I could be downstairs with Lav right now, but you were so adamant that we were going to have a good night. Anyway, you can take the piss out of Neville all you want, but I bet you haven’t even snogged a girl, Seamus.”

The Irish Gryffindor’s eyes brighten with glee. “Yeah, I have. Your girl.”

Ron isn’t surprised at the emptiness he feels at the jibe. His feelings for Lavender fizzled out ages ago, and he’s been trying to finish things for weeks. The only problem is he can’t seem to say or do the right thing to scare her away. He should probably come out and say it, try this honesty thing Hermione is always harping about, but Ron likes his balls attached to his body. Plus, it’s kind of nice having a girlfriend and feeling like someone wants him.

Still, he has to keep up appearances. He reaches behind his trunk and fishes out one of his trainers from under his bed before hurling it at Seamus. The guy moves fast, rolling to the side to avoid being hit in the head as he bursts out laughing.

“And a good kisser she is too,” he adds.

“Who do you reckon is the best snogger out of the whole of Gryffindor?” Dean muses.

Ron mutters, “Aren’t you still dating my sister, Dean?” 

He knows his anger is irrational, Dean has done nothing wrong, but the images of the guy snogging Ginny then moving on to the next girl to compare them fills his brain, making him feel sick.

Seamus interrupts, still laughing. “For the guys? Then it’s me for sure. But I don’t know who’s the best out of the girls. I’ve snogged quite a lot of them. Some of them are amazing, and others are shit.”

“Fuck off have you,” Dean laughs too. “You’ve snogged Lavender, and that’s it.”

“Nah, I’m being honest with you. Weasley turned me down. It’s only her and Granger I haven’t snogged, truth be told.”

Ron sits bolt upright, all his fury at Dean forgotten as his heart pounds an irregular beat against his ribcage. However, he tries to arrange his face into a calm look. A few times, his secret crush on Hermione has almost been exposed, mostly via mutterings in his sleep. But so far, he’s managed to keep a firm lid on it, or so he believes.

“I don’t think Hermione has snogged anyone,” says Neville.

Dean shakes his head. “I’d put five knuts on her having snogged someone. She went to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum, after all.”

“Doesn’t mean she kissed him.” Seamus shrugs.

Harry pipes up again. “She did.” He blushes as all eyes settle on him. “Only a small one, though.”

The rest of the room erupts in fits of laughter, but Ron can’t hear it over the roar of his heart in his ears. He digs his fingernails into his leg, ignoring the flare of pain as they break the skin. So, Harry knows that Hermione snogged Vicky, too? How many people did Hermione tell? How the fuck could his best friend keep something like this from him? Why hasn’t anybody told him?

Out of the corner of his eye, Ron can see that Harry is staring at him, but he refuses to meet the git’s gaze. His blood boils around his veins.

“She must be a good kisser then if she managed to keep Krum interested. Not exactly a looker, is she?” says Seamus, in between giggles.

Ron whips his head around to glare at Harry. Despite instigating this latest uproar, the specky git does nothing to stick up for their best friend. Their dorm mates are tearing apart Hermione’s honour right now, but Harry already has his nose buried back in that fucking map, tracing Draco’s path through the school. Harry is bloody obsessed with the Slytherin prick. He probably fucking fancies him.

“You can barely even see she has boobs when she’s in her jumper,” Dean agrees.

“Yeah, and don’t get me started on her hair.”

Neville frowns. “Now, come on, guys. I think you’re being a bit mean. Hermione’s alright.”

“Oohhh, she’s alright, is she?” Seamus rounds on Neville now.

Dean joins in, wiping his eyes. “Aww, that’s nice. At least someone likes her.”

No longer in control of his reactions, Ron jumps to his feet, trembling hands clenched at his sides.

“Enough!” he roars, loud enough so that everyone has their attention pinned on him. “Leave her alone! What the fuck has she ever done to you?” He gestures around the dormitory, daring any of them to speak up. “Don’t get her involved in your bullshit talk.”

“Oh, so it’s alright for us to discuss snogging your girlfriend, but not Hermione Granger?” Seamus slides off his bed, squaring up to Ron. “You need to work out where your loyalties lie. If Lavender found out, she wouldn’t be pleased.”

Ron eyes his friend, trying to determine if he should punch him. After a moment’s deliberation, he decides it’s not worth it. Ron is a prefect and is supposed to be setting a good example. Plus, there’d probably be a fight, and he isn’t sure he has the energy for that tonight. Seamus has a good right hook, after all.

“Fuck off.” Ron pushes past Seamus and strides towards the door, yanking it open. He leaves the dormitory without looking back, pulling the door closed behind him so hard, he’s sure everyone in Hogsmeade can hear the resounding thunk. The dormitory bursts into another round of hysterical laughter, fuelling Ron’s rage.

Taking the stairs two at a time, he reaches the common room with a loud huff, only to meet a startled Hermione at the foot of the staircase. Ron’s face floods with heat as she eyes him up and down, a disparaging look on her face.

“Ron, wh—”

He doesn’t give her the chance to finish her question.

“Leave me alone.”

Stomping towards the portrait hole, Ron barks at the Fat Lady to open without saying please, before heading out. He picks a random direction, then walks.

Fuck the lot of them.

Fuck his friends for being dicks about Hermione and girls in general. No wonder Harry wanted to keep out of it all. And fuck that specky git for not jumping to Hermione’s defence. Fuck Hermione for choosing now to break her months of silence, only to piss him off even more. But most of all, fuck his fucking feelings for making him react so defensively about the fucking witch in the first place. 

He’s never going to live this down, for fuck’s sake.