#trick question! we can talk about it but not without crying

[sexynetra]

Hey can we talk about how Dawn literally gave Amanda her first estrogen pill

[strangedesired]

Supportive parent Bruce Wayne

Damian showing him all his artwork because he knows that he will get the brightest smile and a “That looks beautiful sweetheart” every time

Dick being so excited to bring his dad to his gymnastics show because he knows that Bruce will start crying every time he lands a trick, without fail, and that means the women that come to watch will have someone else to fuss over

Someone at WE mentioning they don’t trust Tim because of his age and Bruce immediately scheduling a company wide meeting so he can express just how exceptional his son is. Tim’s face is the most red it has ever been the entire time

Cass doesn’t even have to do anything, he is just always looking at her with a fond little smile and on the verge of tears but sometimes, when she wants a little more then normal, she will take one of Jason’s books and read as much as she can aloud. That man absolutely loses it and hugs her as tight as he can while sobbing about how far his baby has come

Jason acts like he couldn’t care less about Bruce’s support, but the first time he overhears Bruce talking about him at a gala, telling some rich idiot who was questioning business decisions that Jason is the most competent man he has ever known and would trust him with not only the WE weapons department but his life, Jason pointedly does not look at Dick, who has a shit eating grin on his face, and walks as fast as he can to the bathroom

The best part is that Bruce doesnt even have to try he is just genuinely that proud of them

[mywritersmind]

hi love!! how are you??💗

theres such a lack of franco stuff 💔 so since i just saw u were asking for ideas what about maybe franco and the reader have had feelings for each other for a while but kept them to themselves and something happens that provokes franco to confess 🤭 or the other way around :)) you can do whatever you want <3

JEALOUSY - FC43

listen up : no warnings!! thanks for the request this is super fun and proud of franco for q3 today🧉🫡 keep requesting!!

word count : 1200

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“Hi love.” Franco says smoothly in my ear, his hand resting on my waist as I take the drink out of his hand, coughing and handing it back quickly. He frowns, “I thought you would like this.”

I shake my head, “Gross.” My friends all look at us as he sips the drink.

“Just fuck and get it over with.” My friend says, making everyone laugh except Franco and I. I raise a brow at them as they apologize and scurry away.

I step away and look at Franco, his eyes are wandering around the club. He’s in all black, his waves big and as a piece falls in his face, he catches me staring.

We’re friends. I know that. And I love him for it. He’s respectful and kind, flirty and hilarious, and will never leave me behind. But sometimes it’s hard, I feel like we have these moments then it just disappears.

“Love?” He asks and fuck me, that nickname gets me everytime. I look away and try to hide my blush but he grabs my chin and turns my head back, a grin on his face and a spark in his eyes.

“I need an actually drinkable drink!” I yell over the music as he laughs and stands up straighter.

“I’ll grab you something.” He says it quickly but I shake my head.

“No chance, Colapinto!” I back up, “Don’t cry without me.”

���Unlikely.” He winks and when I turn, my cheeks are still hot. My friends give me a look and I can’t help but smile, I like Franco. I can’t help it.

You try having your best friend flirt with you while looking like that.

I’m still smiling when I order my drink. I almost don’t notice the man sliding up next to me. He’s tan and blonde, he smiles at me and I politely smile back, looking away.

When he doesn’t move, I look back to him again, “Hi- Sorry, I couldn’t help but come up to you. You’re gorgeous.”

I smile politely, “Uh, Thank you!” I am single, even if my mind tricks me sometimes when I look at Franco.

“You here alone?” I’m about to say no but when I turn to look at Franco, I laugh out loud. He’s with a girl, she’s pretty with dark skin and boobs that Franco’s getting distracted by.

“Yes!” I turn back to him, “I am!” The bartender hands me my drink and I start on it immediately, “I’m Y/n.”

He smiles, “JJ.” He starts talking about himself and as I listen, my hand goes to his arm and he scoots a bit closer.

I find myself genuinely laughing at things he says, not because I find him funny but I find what he’s saying ridiculously stupid.

I can’t help but look back at Franco, he’s staring at me. That’s surprising. The girl is still next to him, smiling and talking still.

I raise my brows at him and he does the same to me. I mouth, ‘What?’ but he just rolls his eyes and looks back at the girl. Fuck. Him.

“Y/n? Are you listening to me?” I look back at the man who didn’t even ask me a question, as he frowns.

“Dude, I don’t even remember your name.” I take my drink and walk away. I see Franco follow me out of the corner of my eye.

I groan, walking past my friends as they ask me what’s wrong, “I’m gonna go!” They start to follow me out but stop when they see Franco.

I set my drink down and keep maneuvering through the crowd, the fresh air finally hitting me. “Y/n!” He yells after me but I keep walking, ignoring the cold.

I don’t say anything so he calls after me again, “Y/n! You can’t just leave alone!”

I roll my eyes and turn around, “What do you want me to do then? Go home with that blonde?” I say sarcastically as his face drops.

We’re farther away from any people now, “No. I wanted you to come get me.”

“And take you away from your attention holder? No thanks.”

He shakes his head, “This can’t be because you’re jealous.” he scoffs, “I was having a conversation! And we’re not…” he trails off and I groan.

“We’re not what, Franco? And I'm not the one that is jealous in this situation! You were giving him a death glare.”

“Yeah well the way he was looking at you, he deserved it.” I roll my eyes and start to walk away again but he grabs my arm, “Wait- Y/n! I don’t get it.”

“Seriously? Are you that fucking blind or just plain stupid!?” He looks shocked I would yell at him.

Well I'm pissed off and angry at him. “You can't complain about some guy talking to me when you were otherwise occupied.”

“She- No. Y/n, I was barely listening to her. She fucking recognized me and I couldn’t hear a thing she said because you were laughing with that douche bag!”

I cross my arms, his touch leaving me. “You don’t even know him.”

“What’s his name, Y/n. I’ll get to know him.” He raises a brow as I look away, “I just- Fuck it’s hard. And I don’t want some slimy prick hitting on you!”

“Right, cause you’re the only slimy prick who gets to do that.” He lets out a dry laugh. “You are jealous!”

“Of course I am!” His tone makes me frown, he sighs then looks me in the eye, “I don’t want to share you. I hate being your friend because all I can think about is us kissing but that’s weird because you don’t want more and I'm trying to be respectful and a gentleman but shit, Y/n. You’re making it really hard.”

I just stare at him, frozen. He speaks again, “And I'm sorry. I mean, I'm not sorry for getting you to ditch that guy but…” I laugh a bit and it makes him smile, “I’m sorry for not saying this sooner.”

I shake my head, everything I've dreamed about coming true in the matter of minutes, “Franco.”

“If you’re gonna reject me, just get it over with please.” I laugh and his face tells me it doesn’t make him feel better.

“Franco.” He meets my eyes again as I move my hands to his neck, then jaw, reaching up and kissing him softly, “I really like you too.”

He freezes for a second and I'm worried I've done something wrong. But then his face breaks into a grin and he kisses me again, wrapping his arms around me and spinning me in the air.

I laugh as he hugs me, “This is the best day of my life.” He sets me down as my cheeks start to hurt from my smile.

“I thought your F1 debut was the best day of your life?” His hands slide to my waist as he shakes his head rapidly.

“Fuck that. Better things have come!” He kisses me again and I melt into him, “You’re better than anything I could have asked for.”

[toyourheartandback]

TORNADO WARNINGS

luke castellan x reader

you have to prove you are not on luke’s side

word count: 634

warnings: swear words, mention of sex, implied manipulation and some slightly toxic luke

a/n: in honor of me singing this song live just some weeks ago in milan! skinny dipping part two is on its way, i swear on my mama

every tuesday, after hours spent toiling in the strawberry fields, you found yourself in the same room of the big house. the air was always thick with the scent of old books and wood polish and the maroon armchair you sat in was stiff, lumpy, and far too familiar. across from you, mr. d lounged with his usual disinterest, but his eyes watched you too carefully to be fooling anyone. beside him, chiron sat with a deepening frown, the lines on his face etched with something between concern and suspicion. they always asked you the same questions.

���did you ever see him again?” the wine god drawled, tapping his fingers idly against his diet coke can. his tone was casual, but you knew they didn’t trust you. if they did, you wouldn’t be here week after week. you met his gaze, steadying your breath. “i never saw him,” you said. “and we never kissed.”

of course, you were never on the seesaw at the park just outside thalia’s tree with luke castellan that one night, talking about your feelings like the world hadn’t just fallen apart because of him. he never held you in his arms when you were cold, whispering sweet nothings while ignoring the chaos his betrayal had unleashed. you never laughed with him, remembering how the stoll brothers once covered the hermes’ cabin in toilet paper and glitter, leaving a mess that took days for you to clean. and you definitely didn’t cry together when you realized nothing will ever be the same again.

because none of that happened. at least, somewhere in your mind, you think that if you can convince them enough, maybe even convince yourself, than maybe he never existed. and maybe it would hurt just a little less.

it was so easy to quickly get back on your rhythm when you were with luke. you always ended up stumbling into each other without missing a step, like you weren’t supposed to be on opposite sides. logically sleeping with your enemy during wartime should be the last thing on your mind, but you wanted him there. it was the only way you could still have him.

you wanted to forget about the boy who was trying to destroy the only home you ever had. but instead, you obsessed over him and his sharp words every hour of the week. sometimes you wish you kept some of your feelings in the basement, buried in the back of your heart, because then maybe it would’ve been easier to say no to him. if you loved him less, you would never have become his little pawn, spying on camp half-blood.

you stopped calling him out about his nonsense plan everytime he got too close to camp, probably starting to feel guilty about it. “baby,” luke would murmur, brushing his thumb over you cheek. “we’re doing this for us” then he would kiss you, rough and possessive, until your head spun and your mind went blessedly blank for a few seconds, before crashing back into the tornado it always was.

luke castellan was driving you crazy. maybe that’s why they held you there every week with the god of madness himself. desperately lying and carefully tricking dionysus, just as you’d been taught by the prodigal son of hermes himself. “i’m over that son of a bitch” you said this time, your voice flat and detached. and while chiron was scolding you about the language, mr. d didn’t move or blink. his purple eyes stayed locked on you, burning into your skin like they could peel back every layer and dig into the truth. he was definitely onto you.

[engie-ivy]

949 words

Sirius Black is known as the office Grinch, so what has suddenly gotten into him?

You Make It Feel Like Christmas

You Make It Feel Like Christmas - Gwen Stefani

“You're delusional.”

“I'm not!”

“You must be.”

“No, I swear,” Benjy hisses.

“Well, maybe you misheard,” Hestia offers.

Benjy huffs. “You think I would not recognize ‘Jingle Bells’?”

Emmeline shakes her head. “Anything is more likely than Mr Black humming that song.”

“He was in front of me at the coffee machine,” Benjy says. “And I swear I heard him do it!”

You see, the reason why the mere idea of Sirius Black walking around the office humming ‘Jingle Bells’ is so preposterous, is because Sirius Black is known as the office Grinch.

The man dislikes everything that's even remotely related to Christmas.

When Mary and Dorcas were hanging the Christmas lights, Mr Black commented on energy savings for the office and the necessity of cutting down on the electricity bill. In his opinion, Christmas was a huge waste of energy in its entirety. No one actually knew if he was still talking about electricity.

When the first Christmas song was played on the radio, Mr Black pointedly put on his noise canceling headphones. Plus, he actually has no idea who Mariah Carey is, which is shocking in its own right.

When Edgar came to work wearing his Christmas jumper, Mr Black reported him for inappropriate work attire (though luckily Lily from HR simply told him to get over it).

Moreover, Mr Black constantly complains that Christmas Day is an obligatory day off, instead of him being able to save his vacation hours for, in his words, ‘when he actually needs them’.

He has also called Christmas markets a trick to sell junk no one needs, he's known to think that a gift certificate makes for the best Christmas gift, and that black coffee tastes better than any hot chocolate ever could.

“Okay, I'm actually getting really worried,” Caradoc whispers as they convene at the coffee machine.

“Me too,” Edgar replies in a concerned voice. “Maybe he's come down with some sort of illness?”

“Did you guys hear what he said when he saw the little Christmas tree on my desk?” Mary hisses. “He said it looked ‘nice’. Nice! No eye roll, no sarcastic undertone. Just nice.”

“I almost had a heart attack when I saw his tie this morning,” Emmeline says faintly. “I mean, tiny snowmen?”

Dorcas bites her lip. “Could it be some sort of brain disease?”

“Or maybe he hit his head and he has a concussion?” Benjy offers.

“Should we like… take him to the hospital or something?” Fabian asks.

“Gosh,” Hestia says. “Why are you all so negative? Maybe he just finally caught the Christmas spirit!”

“Excuse me?”

Everyone pauses their work to look at the man who appeared in the doorway to their office. He's got floppy, honey-coloured hair, is wearing a rather tattered coat and is carrying a box with a bow tied around it.

“I'm looking for-”

“Remus!” Mr Black jumps to his feet. “What are you doing here?”

A light colouring appears on the man's cheeks as he looks at Mr Black and he smiles a little sheepishly. “I hope I'm not disturbing you?”

Mr Black closes his laptop without giving it a second look. “Not at all! I can always make time,” says the man who once almost made Gideon cry because he dared ask him a question while he was in the middle of an Excel sheet.

“Great,” the box-carrying man, Remus, grins, and despite the scars on his face, it makes him look strangely endearing. “My mum and I baked Christmas cookies, and we, of course, made way too much for just us, so I thought I'd drop by your office to bring some?”

“That's so sweet of you!” Mr Black happily takes over the box. “I absolutely love Christmas cookies,” says Mr Black, who has never even touched any of the cookies Caradoc baked for the office.

“I see you're wearing the tie I gave you,” Remus says.

“Of course,” Mr Black replies. “It's my favourite.”

“That's good,” Remus smiles softly.

They both just look at each other for a moment, while the rest of the office exchanges looks.

Then Remus averts his eyes and looks down at his shoes. “You know, I was wondering…” He begins. “Would you like to go and look at the Christmas lights together tonight? It may sound cheesy, but they're actually really pretty and it's one of my favourite Christmas activities to-”

“I would love to!” Mr Black replies a little breathless. “I've been really wanting to go and see the lights.”

Mary makes an indignant sound, but both men hardly seem to notice there's anyone else in the room.

“Great!” Remus looks up and beams at Mr Black. “And I was thinking that maybe we could visit the Christmas market and drink some hot chocolate together?”

“I love the Christmas market,” Sirius replies without skipping a beat. “And I'd love to drink hot chocolate with you.”

“Good. Great. Perfect,” Remus says. “So, it's… it's a date?” The colouring on his cheeks increases.

"It's a date,” Mr Black agrees.

Both men stare at each other for a long moment, having completely forgotten there's a room full of people looking at them, people who start shifting uncomfortably in their chairs.

Remus is first to snap out of it. “I… I

I should let you get back to work.”

“Work,” Mr Black repeats, like he's trying to remember what the word means. “Right. Work.”

“See you tonight?” Remus asks.

“Can't wait,” Mr Black replies.

As Remus leaves and Mr Black turns back to the room, everyone immediately turns to their computer, pretending to be working.

Hestia exchanges a look with Emmeline.

Sirius Black definitely caught something alright, but it ain't Christmas spirit.

[postmoe]

Obey Me! Student Council Pet Reader

im just feeling some obey me yanno. non-con, sharing, dub-con, female reader for the end part, pet darling, demons being pervy, cum eating, idolisation, humiliation

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imagine though that you're the pet of the student council. You had to go through all these trials and such for a seat at the table, or more so, beneath the table and tending to the members.

Ha! You really thought a mere human could be on par with literal demons? You're funny.

Most meetings start with everyone filing in as you're done servicing someone, usually Diavolo or Lucifer. On the bright side, it is very rare anyone misses them anymore!

Barbatos helps prepare tea for everyone, and you're dressed in maid rendition of the school uniform to serve everyone as they talk.

"How about you, (Y/n)? Any ideas for the upcoming festival?" Diavolo will still include you in decisions and such, he thinks your ideas are cute and likes to watch you stammer.

Good luck getting a full sentence out without someone cutting in with something snarky or cooing. "Uhm... Maybe we could have a fairy floss machine that creates different moulds- aaHh~"

Mammon snickers, the control in his hand turned up as the vibrator inside you goes hard. Various games and good behaviour can get them to be in charge of you, to 'play' with you during meetings.

On one of the boards is a star chart and when a member gets fifteen stars for good behaviour or doing something that helps RAD, they get to have you all meeting.

Oh and don't think you can't participate during the meetings because punishments aren't fun. You can try and skip meetings but they can find you easily, especially when there's magic involved. Hiding in a corner won't work either. You better engage with everyone.

One form of punishment had you tied tightly and kneeling on the council table, gagged and blindfolded and exposed for everyone to probe and ogle. By the end you were a crying, wet mess.

Then there are the public punishments, being walked around the school on a leash, only allowed to bark or meow when someone talks to you. Do tricks and obey, don't you dare bite back or they'll make you piss like a male dog in front of everyone again.

You're treated much nicer when you follow their rules. Don't be so uptight, though, a little bratty behaviour is fun! Just... Judge their reactions carefully because if someone isn't in the mood then...

You go between HoL and the Demon Lord's Castle, shared amongst everyone. How caring they are to share you.

It's not just the council though, their friends get some taste as well. Solomon, Simeon, Raphael...

...

Mephistopheles swallows thickly as he stands outside the barely open door to the student council room. His cock is throbbing as all he can hear is the schlicking sound of your pussy getting fucked. The question of 'by who?' is soon answered when his most revered idol speaks.

"You're doing so well, my pet. Just a little more," Lord Diavolo groans, and only Mephisto's mind can fill in the gaps as he dares not disturb him, even though he was personally asked to come here.

A few more sounds, yours and Lord Diavolo's long, drawn out moans, and then only panting remains when he realises that his cock is starting to hurt from all this auditory stimulation. Surely, he cannot go in in this state? He must relieve himself quickly before-

"Mephistopheles, you may enter!" Lord Diavolo calls from inside, his cheery voice making the demon visibly cringe at the state he was currently in.

The sight before him, oh dear lord. Barbatos is standing to the side of his master whose cock was still currently inside your hole. Your fucked out, skin tinged with a flush and sweat dripping down your forehead. Lord Diavolo has just finished tying your hands behind your back before he holds his hand out towards Barbatos.

Barbatos gives him a sex plug, to which he uses to plug his cum inside you once he removes himself. With a large smile, he beckons Mephisto forward, "Your most recent article was magnificent! It really captured the work we are trying to do here at RAD, we even got some wonderful reviews from the Reaper and Vampire society."

Mephisto barely looks at you, though his eyes dart to the trickle of white down your thighs, "Th-Thank you, Lord Diavolo. It's an honour to hear you say that."

His king laughs merrily, and then, he holds you out towards the reporter, "A gift, Mephistopheles. You may use (Y/n) for the rest of the afternoon. Lucifer will come to collect her by sundown."

This was... He was allowing HIM of all demons to play with his precious pet?! And not just that, but, you were still full of his majesty's ejaculate! "I- I mean-," he was wordless, is this all a dream?

As he robotically takes your tired form into his arms, Barbatos speaks, "Of course, please do be gentle with our human. You may do as you like as long as you don't harm her or mark her in any way. Of course, a few finger prints won't be an issue. Please make sure they are shallow enough so they disappear within the night. It is a great privilege my master has bestowed upon you."

Mephisto bows with you in his arms, holding you like the delicate prize you are, "Absolutely! Thank you so much, Lord Diavolo! I will treat her with the utmost care."

"That's more like it," he encourages his enthusiasm, "Now go and have fun!"

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Mephisto is shaking by the time he reaches the Newspaper Club's room. It's just he and you, now, your arms tied neatly like a gift. He sits you gently on the coffee table and takes a seat on the lounge in front of you.

You have found your voice now as you regard him, "Mephisto. Why did you accept this, I thought you hated me?"

He scoffs, his fingers intertwined as he rests his hands at his mouth, "Your existence is inconvenient but... Fuck. Look at you. Covered in Lord Diavolo's scent."

"Ah, I see," you breathe out, shifting in your spot, "Mephisto, I'm cold."

He hums, the only acknowledgement that he's heard you is when he stands to adjust the temperature in the room. The AC blares as it evens out, and though it's nice to feel the warmth, you're still startled by the heat of his large hands on your thighs. He spreads you open and kneels before you, poking at the bedazzled plug in your pussy. Carefully, he pulls the toy out and watches in amazement as you start to leak from the sheer amount of love his lord had bestowed upon you. Mephisto brings the plug to his nose and inhales, groaning at the strong scent it held.

He lifts your arse up a bit to prevent it all from escaping, though you already feel uncomfortable by the slimy essence dribbling out of your cunt. "This feels gross, can't you clean me up already?"

The glare he gives you is comparable to disgust, "Don't speak like that about Lord Diavolo's gift to you. You are the luckiest being in existence and you still dare to complain." He hoists your legs over his shoulders, bringing you forward so that his hot breath is over your pussy, "Though, I suppose I can tidy you up a bit."

His mouth is over your sensitive cunt in no time, open mouth kisses and tongue digging into your hole to scoop out his lord's cum. Tasting Lord Diavolo's cum. Eating his demon lord's cum out of his pet's hole-!

It's enough to make his wet his pants with his own orgasm, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he ruts his face against your hips and his pelvis into the edge of the table. You're writhing, his advance far more enjoyable than you'd care to admit. It takes a lot of effort for him to pull away, panting, "No, I must save some." He stands and unzips his pants, licking his now wet face and freeing his gooey, straining cock, "I want to feel what it's like to fuck you while he's still inside you, to mix our cum. Oh, do I dare? Am I worthy enough?"

Staring at you spread open for him, a gift from Lord Diavolo himself and still full of him, the resounding silence answers back, 'Yes.'

..

By the end of your time with Mephisto, he has you wiped down and in an oversized RAD coat from the lost and found. He regards Lucifer with a tight smile, handing you over to the Pride demon, "Aha, you'll see I took very good care of Lord Diavolo's pet. Not a mark in sight. She may even want to come back."

Lucifer carries you close to his chest, your slow breathing indicating how tired you are. You close your eyes and lean against him, his fingers moving stray hairs from your face, "I'll be the judge of that once Diavolo and I go over her during our bath together. After all, we will be staying at his castle tonight."

The jab was a direct hit to Mephisto, who spouted curses at the vice president as he proudly walked away. You nuzzled into the warmth his provided, sighing, "He was actually really nice to me... Sorta."

Lucifer smiles, a light chuckle rumbling through his chest, "Is that so? I'll just have to make up the difference then, won't I?"

[s0urw00lf]

Getting older

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“It’s about time you figure out what you're going to do y/n, you're nineteen now and your sisters already gone to college by this age” your dad spoke from the doorway of your room as you sat staring at yourself in the mirror.

Your parents seemed to be excited at finally getting rid of you and that’s how it's always been. You, overshadowed by your sister. No matter how good you did in school, or how well you did on a hunt, they always made sure to point out something you did wrong.

After your dad left you continued staring at yourself. A single teardrop falling from your eye.

At dinner that night it was quiet, and tense. The silence filled with the scraping of metal against glass, barely audible chewing and everything that remained unsaid between you and your parents. “Can i uh- can i talk to you guys” you asked quietly, pushing the food around on your plate.

The silence thickened when they stopped “of course honey” your mom spoke sounding almost forced. You sighed “I’ve been- having a hard time with… life really” you nervously laugh, glancing up at them “I mean I feel sad all of the time, and school is getting harder and I'm sorta feeling… lost” you shrink into your seat.

You miss the look your parents give each other. “Is this because of what I said earlier?” Your dad asks, making you look up finally “no i sw-“ “i cannot believe this,” your mom scoffed “ you know what you are so dramatic y/n. All we ask of you is to figure out your future, is that so much?!” Your mom slams down her utensils, making you flinch.

“No mom, that's not what this is about, i just- i need someone to talk to. Someone to listen to me please!” You cry, your dad sighs rubbing his forehead “you know i had a hard day at work i don't have time for this-“ “you can't make time for your daughter? I am reaching out and asking you for help! If i was y/s/n you’d drop everything!” You cut him off standing up so hard it made your chair flip over

Your parents glared at you “go to your room” your dad said pointing in the direction of your room. You scoff a laugh as tears form in your eyes.

Who knew you could be alone in a house full of people

After that conversation happened you left. Off on your own at nineteen, somehow you’d fallen more into hunting and you were way better at it without your parents hovering over you, you ran into hunters more than you would’ve liked too.

”You a hunter girl?” Seemed to be a question you got asked more often than not during your first year of solo hunting.

“You got a boyfriend?” The man named Hank that had been following you asked you, as you walked from the house of a victim to the car you’d manage to get. “No i dont” you reply dryly turning around to face him when you reach the car.

His eyes raked up and down your body “how old are you anyway, y’look a little young to be huntin all by yourself. I could teach you some special tricks”

They flirted with you, asking you out on what a hunter considered a date which was just drinks and sex and when you declined they’d completely change and turn into the very thing you’d hunted. Monsters.

”I'm twenty, and no thanks” you say turning around to open your car door but before you could he grabbed your arm roughly turning you around “you’ll regret that” he seethed. You yanked your arm out of his grasp putting on a faux thinking face “no, i don't think i will” you said, then got in your car and drove off.

He found you a little over a week later sitting alone in your car on the side of the road. He caught you off guard and forced himself onto you.

He did what he wanted, no matter how hard you pleaded, you’d even apologized, he just grunted above you while the tears flowed down your eyes waiting for it to be over.

After that you began taking up hunts less and less. Life had gotten more shitty and you felt and looked like shit. Nightmares plagued your mind in your sleep and even while you were awake.

Certain noises, smells and even words triggered you. You couldn’t feel more weak.

That was until you met Derek, you were interviewing a family in Seattle when he appeared, seemingly to do the very thing you were doing. You two worked together on the hunt and he asked you out, this time you accepted.

”you’re very beautiful,” Derek said sincerely from the other side of the table in a semi-fancy restaurant he took you to. You laughed “yeah that’s a new one” you joke, though he didn’t take it as one, his face hardened “how could you say that? Y/n you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen” he said seriously.

You blush “thank you” you say shyly, thankful for the waiter who finally arrived with the food you’d been waiting half an hour for.

“So how’d you get into hunting?” He asked biting into his steak. You paused, at the memory. “Uh i kind of grew up doing it, not a lot though my parents were normal… I guess. But i moved out and took it up full time” you answer keeping the trauma to yourself.

You were young, stupid, and he was polite, attractive, and three years older than you.

He made you so happy and paid attention to you. He made you feel important unlike your parents, until he got angry. He threw things, broke things, punched holes in walls leaving you to pay for it.

On days like that you’d go stay with Bobby, the man had named himself your unofficial father after finding out what happened between you and yours.

And one specific time you were there and Sam and Dean Winchester were there. You hadn’t gotten the chance to talk to them too much, because they were only visiting for a second but the younger brother had caught your attention immediately.

His gentle eyes sucked you in and it didn’t help that he was extremely attractive.

“Sam Winchester” he introduced himself holding his hand out for you to shake “y/n l/n” you reply accepting his hand, it felt like it belonged in your hand and that was weird to you.

“How do you know Bobby?” He asked. You let out a breathy laugh “i think if i told you you’d run away from me” you say. Sam's eyes softened; he could see that you were dealing with something.

Your appearance was fine, but your eyes gave away everything, they were tired. Drained, barely holding any life and for some reason that made his heart clench.

Before he could say anything Dean had interrupted, saying that they had to hit the road if they wanted to get where they were going before dark. Sam begrudgingly stood up saying goodbye to you.

When he left he took a small piece of the happiness you had left with him.

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[kix-mm]

A once cruel God. Pt.5

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Amber glanced nervously up at Victor, still unable to look at the young god properly without fear. He had been tasked with the impossible: helping Victor become a better person... whatever that meant. He didn't understand why now of all times he wanted to change as a being, was it to give the illusion of humanity? To lure the innocent people who didn't know any better into a false sense of security? To trick Amber into believing that he really wanted to change for the better just to have his way? Whatever it was, Amber was reluctant to let his guard down.

"Why?" Amber asked this time. If Victor really was trying to be as transparent as he claims, then surely he wouldn't get upset if Amber wanted to know why? He wondered how long Victors patients would last with his latest little game. "Why do you want to become a better person - a better being? Why do you suddenly care about what I think?"

Victors eyes widened a little, and he sat up straight. He had never seen Amber so determined to figure something out. He couldn't help but smile a little... Amber asked him a question, and that was good, right? Progress! It was just... the question he asked stumped him a little. "Well..." Victor began, but was a little lost for words. "I... you know my feelings for you run deep, and when you left I... I felt lonely, so I began studying the human language, so we could talk when you returned, but as I began understanding more... the worse I felt, I knew I was feared, but I never quite understood what it was until I began to try and collect the other humans I had released..." Victor stopped for a moment, biting his lip as tears began to form. He remembered everything, every little detail...

"Amber... I never meant to be a bad person, I had no idea that you felt pain, I never... nobody ever told me that what I did to you was so awful." he lays his forehead on the nightstand. "I don't expect you to forgive me, I don't deserve forgiveness for my ignorance, but I want... I want to repay you for everything I took, I know I can't, and I'm... so, so sorry... but let me at least try"

Amber listened, so he would have been brought back here regardless... he was a little surprised that Victor had studied the human language because he felt lonely, not ever even considering that Victor could feel that way because... well, it was Victor. But then came the tears, the apologies, the acknowledgment that he never even knew what he was doing to everyone, he was like a very young child playing with his toys, or at least mistaking the humans for such.

The way Victor was acting now felt too genuine. It even got Amber emotional, was... was this real? Was Victor truly apologizing and trying to become better because of his mistakes? Amber wanted to believe it was real. He wanted it to be the truth... but he was too afraid to believe him.

"Amber?" The human flinched, whiping away the tears the best he could. "y-yes, my lord?" Victor frowned, reaching over and cupping the human's cheek gently with his fingers. "I'm sorry, I never meant to make you cry... I can feel your doubts about my will to change, but I promise I'll do everything in my power to prove I will become better, please, lend me your faith, even if it's the final time, I need your strength"

Amber froze. Faith? Was this what it was all about? If he were to do so, he'd be going back on his own words, on his promise to himself that he'd never trust another deity with his faith again. "I-I'm sorry, Victor... I can't, I've made a promise, and I plan to stick by it." As he spoke, he braced for impact, expecting this to be the last straw... but at least he would have kept that promise he made to himself.

Victor felt his heart sink a little, knowing deep in his heart that this was justified and feeling disgusted with himself that there was a part of him that was... disappointed that Amber didn't want to rekindle old flames... how could he ever ask something like this after all this time? How arrogant must he be to dare ask the very person he hurt to give him his faith... I am a horrid being.

"Selfish..." Victor mumbled. Ambers curled tighter, whimpering, expecting his last moment to happen any second now, and Victor immediately caught on. "Ah- n-no Amber, not you, please, don't worry, I wasn't... talking about you." he wore the face of guilt, reaching over and cupping his hands around the human but being careful not to lift or cover him. "I'm sorry, I was the one being selfish for asking you that question, I'm not upset at you in the slightest - oh, please stop trembling... it's alright"

Amber remained in his position, his hand over his head as the rest of him tried to curl up as tight as possible. Until he decided to peek up at Victor, who had... vanished? Amber sat up, and right in front of him was a human sized Victor, well- a little tall for a human, but one nonetheless.

Victor gave a sheepish smile. "I thought... you might be a little less afraid if I was smaller... do.. do I look alright?" Amber stared at Victor. He hadn't shrunk down in ages. The last time he saw Victor like this, the two were still children, and it resulted in Amber needing stitches because Victor tried ripping out his organs to eat...

"Y-yeah I just... I'm not used to seeing you so..." small? Easy to see? Not to mention that I forgot that gods don't usually wear clothes... and Victor now suddenly felt so much closer. He suddenly realized Victor was pressing his bare body against Ambers for a hug. It was a kind gesture, but one that Amber wasn't all too comfortable with was this just so Victor could touch Amber, or was this... genuine?

[blueishspace]

Hero, Villain God 24

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*Grian's pov*

It's three days before the official introduction of Cuteguy to the city that you meet... her. Well, not exactly "meet" and more "encounter" if you want to be specific about it.

You are out as Poultryman when you do, you never really stopped but you can admit you have been going out less frequently as of late, you plan to pick up the pace soon enough.

In the corner of your sight you see a red hood, It's only for a fraction of a moment but you can't help but follow ir and It's when you go to do so that you recognize a familiarity... Coming from the villain known as Scarlet.

You don't know much about the villain, barely heard about anything outside of what Hotguy told you about her and she rarely seems to be out and around... A stealthy villain of sorts, mostly working in the shadows... She looks at you in silence, like she's judging you. Or perhaps like she's thinking about something.

"Not even a bit of banter huh?"

She doesn't answer asshe quite literally jumps at you. She is fast, you give her that, her hood becomes a flash of red moving towards you faster then you expected... Then she takes out a very very big scythe and you have to admit how badass of a move that is...until she swipes down and you have to worry about not being decapitated. You can live without your head but it would be an annoying thing to fix...

Once you open your eyes again... she's gone, a trick you have used multiple times as well... So that was the villain Scarlet...Of course you do not recognize her a such, no, in front of you was not only a villain. That was the saint, goddess of wisdom, playing as a villain much like you are when playing the role of Mother Spire... and that brings up many questions you want to ask her...

Of course you follow her, you don't worry about showing divinity to her...she likely has her suspicions already...You manage to corner her and wow, she really plays the the part of a disgruntled villain.quite well...but once she realizes you know her demeanor changes and she relaxes.

"Poultryman... Xelqua"

She looks down at you, impassive, no time to pretend it seems. Boooring.

"Pearl"

She nods, then looks to the side and speaks.

"We have much to talk about it seems... Perhaps somewhere away from prying ears"

You smile behind the mask, as she motions for you to take her hand you know she's offering to bring you somewhere different for this conversation.

"I agree"

And like that the two of you are teleported to the plane of wisdom, her domain. Then you see her in her true form and-

"What in the world, mate? Why are you in the mortal plane? Why now?"

Oh right, how silly of you, you didn't tell any of the others about you doing this. In your defense you are more of a "do now and apologize later" kind of person.

"The better question is why you, miss the goddess of wisdom, are acting as a villain."

She narrows her eyes for a few seconds and then she sighs and responds.

"Listen, I know how you are so let's make it fair. You tell me and I tell you. How does that sound? Easy peasy."

That does sound pretty fair you reckon, you nod and start.

"I was bored"

"What?"

"Things have been slow and like, I'm chaos, I cannot deal with boredom."

"So you have become a vigilante? To combat boredom?"

"And a villain, and an hero, and a singer and also a civilian and a singer"

Pearl looks you with pure judgement om her eyes.

"You have problems you know that, right?"

"Oh yes, I really do."

Then realization flashes in her expression.

"Wait... Hero? Do you mean to tell me that hotguy's new sidekick is-"

"Yep! Me."

This time she looks like she doesn't know wether to laugh or cry.

"... Why? How did that even happen? You know what... don't answer."

You laugh a bit at that, It's more of a giggle really, then you decide to remind her of her part of the deal.

"Well I told you why I did this, your turn!"

"Your answer was boredom"

"It's the truth though, you know me enough to know it really is! Not my fault."

"...fine, you did give me a lot of extra information anyway."

"Finally, why is the goddess of wisdom playing the role of a supervillain?"

"... It's a bit complex., do you want it right now?"

"I can do complex"

"Alright, if you say so"

And you listen as she begins to explain.

[manmadeandbeyond]

[your other you] // a severance x reader fanfic, epilogue

🐐 SYNOPISIS: At your aunt’s funeral, a man you don’t know stops you – he says they worked together. He says he can answer your questions about Lumon. ⚠️TAGS: Canon-divergent, Mystery, Conspiracy, Existential Dread, Unsettling Imagery.

previous chapter // masterlist

The chapel’s shadow stretches over the lawn behind you, swallowing names carved in stone. The air smells like old flowers and damp grass. Someone’s crying softly a few rows back. You keep walking.

You’re halfway down the gravel path when you hear footsteps behind you.

“I won’t keep you long,” the man says.

He’s well-dressed – dark overcoat, expensive shoes with scuffed toes. The kind of shoes meant for office carpets, but he clearly walks in them, walks more than people with shoes like that usually do.

He’s maybe a little older than you, hard to tell. His posture’s quiet, composed. You wonder if he’s a lawyer or a doctor, he looks like someone used to delivering bad news in courtrooms or hospitals – places where people lie with manners.

"I worked with your aunt,” he says. “Back when she was on the force."

You glance at his outstretched hand but don’t shake it. You don’t know him. You’re not in the mood to pretend.

“I’m sorry,” you say. “We weren’t close, really.”

He nods, accepts that.

"I know."

You’re about to keep walking when he adds:

“I also know you work for Lumon.”

That stops you. A tightness catches in your throat. You turn slightly, eyes sweeping toward the cemetery gate. No one. Just headstones, crows, and the last of the light slipping behind the trees.

"How do you know that?"

He shrugs. "Your aunt and I kept in touch. Even after they took her badge."

"They didn’t take her badge. She retired."

He lets it hang. Doesn’t argue.

“I was hoping you’d have a coffee with me,” he says. “Not now. Another day. I’m in town for a little while.”

You take him in. Clean-shaven, sharp face and sharp eyes. You can’t place him. Is he with Lumon? Are they onto you? Did they find out about you and Milchick?

"Why would I?"

"I think you should. In case you ever wondered what they really do down there."

He takes a card from his coat pocket. Holds it out between two fingers. No name, no logo. Just an address and a time. Thursday, 9:30 a.m. Some café off the highway. One of those dying plazas that never quite shut down.

“I can answer some of your questions. If you answer some of mine.”

You take it without thinking. You don’t say you’ll go.

“You’ve seen more than you think,” he says. “And you’re not alone in wondering if any of it made sense.”

You study the card. When you look up, he’s already walking away. 

You don’t decide right away.

You go home. You sit with your cousin in silence. She doesn’t want to talk, and you don’t make her. You know that particular brand of grief, so you clean the dishes without asking, make sure she’s eaten, keep the house quiet. That’s the trick, really – not comforting people. Just not making it worse.

Two days later, you find yourself parked outside a grim little café with flickering fluorescent lights and too many dead bugs on the windowsill.

He’s already there, waiting with two black coffees.

“Thanks for coming,” he says, sliding one across the table.

You sit.

He doesn’t launch into anything right away. Doesn’t push. Just sips his drink and waits until the silence gets still enough for him to speak.

“I’m not here to scare you,” he says. “Or to convince you of anything you don’t want to hear.”

He starts slowly. Careful with his words. He doesn’t outright say Lumon is evil. He says it started on broken moral ground and built a fortress from there. That what they do to Innies – the erasure, the split – is just a new face on an old cruelty.

“They say they’re saving the world,” he says.  “But they’re reshaping it in their image. And people don’t see it until it’s already changed them.”

You don’t interrupt. You wait. Eventually, he leans back. Watches your face.

“Your mother ever told you about the Murray case?”

You shake your head.

He looks surprised. Not like you’re lying, more like he’s realizing how much you don’t know.

“I thought maybe she would've,” he says. “Guess not.”

He sits straight and tells you the story.

“There was this guy,” he says. “Lumon employee. Lab tech, not corporate. Started bothering people in his neighborhood. Ranting. Paranoid. One day, he disappears.”

He rubs a thumb along the rim of his cup.

“Your aunt and I went to his apartment. He was already gone, but the place… it was a wreck. Piles of junk, papers, dead insects. Felt like walking into a crazy person's brain. Not just messy. Wrong.”

You try to picture the apartment. Picture your aunt at the doorway, trying not to breathe in.

“Next day, the case disappears. Officially archived. Lumon takes over the scene. All of it, gone, sealed.”

He waits, measuring your expression.

“But she didn’t stop,” he goes on. “Ms. Anderson, she couldn’t let it go. And I didn’t want her to go alone… We followed a lead out to some farm property. Middle of nowhere. That’s where we found him.”

You don’t breathe.

“He wasn’t alone. Bunch of others living out there. Looked like a cult. All of them obsessed with Kier. Worship-level obsessed. The guy was weeks from death, dehydrated, delusional. We got him out. Or tried to. He went there on purpose. Said he was offering himself to Kier. A sacrifice.”

He stops talking.

“That was one of the worst nights of my life,” he says quietly. “I’ll spare you the rest.”

You glance down at your coffee. It’s gone cold.

“Your aunt lost her job the next day. She never said I was there. Took the fall alone. Your mom stepped in, made them go easy on her. The deal was: keep quiet. Stay out of Lumon’s way. I went federal after that. Couldn’t let it go. Took me years to piece it together.”

You try to remember the last time you saw your aunt and your mother in the same room. But you were fifteen then, and the memories blur. You remember the fight in the kitchen. Raised voices. Your mom slamming a door. You didn’t ask.

“Why are you telling me this?”

He exhales.

“Because, years later, I started seeing connections. Patterns. That guy? Murray? Turns out he’d been working in a Lumon lab with heavy chemical exposure. One of several. Every single person on that farm had a story like his. All of them former employees. All of them lost to the same machine.”

He looks at you like he’s checking your reaction.

“That wasn’t a one-off. It’s everywhere. Different names, different faces. Same rot. Someone has to stop it.”

The café is nearly empty now. Just an old couple eating toast and the hum of the soda machine.

He flips the card over, writes a name in neat, controlled print.

“Take your time to think about it, and if you want in,” he says, “she’ll know what to do with you.”

You take the card. You don’t promise anything, but when you leave, you don’t throw it away.

[httpvomitello]

The Bet Oliver Wood x Y/N Oliver and Y/N are competitors in a school challenge or Quidditch rivalry. One day, they make a bet that leads to them spending time together. What starts as rivalry soon turns into a deep connection and romance.

Helloo, i hope you like it ~ ♡

Bet on You .｡*･ﾟﾟ

Summary: You and Oliver Wood have been rivals for as long as you can remember. Whether it’s on the Quidditch pitch or in any school competition, you’re always trying to outdo each other.

oliver wood x f!reader

The Gryffindor common room was alive with post-match excitement, warm light flickering from the torches on the walls, and the sound of celebratory cheers filling the air.

Oliver Wood was at the center of it, beaming like he’d won the bloody World Cup. You rolled your eyes as you pushed through the crowd, still dressed in your team robes, hair damp with sweat from the game.

"You look like you’ve got something to say," Oliver mused, leaning against the arm of a chair with that insufferable smirk of his.

"I always have something to say," you shot back, crossing your arms. "Like how your Chasers barely scraped by today. If it weren’t for you guarding those hoops like a madman, you’d be crying into your pumpkin juice right now."

He laughed, shaking his head. "And yet, we still won. Again."

Merlin, he was unbearable. This had been your dynamic since first year—constantly trying to one-up each other. It wasn’t just about Quidditch. It was everything. Who could get the best grades in class, who could pull off the best prank, who could answer a question the fastest. Even who could walk to the Great Hall first. If there was something to compete over, you and Oliver found a way to turn it into a battle.

And yet, for some reason, you never truly hated it.

"I bet you couldn’t even last a week without turning everything into a competition," you said, raising an eyebrow.

Oliver scoffed. "Oh yeah? I bet you couldn’t go a week without challenging me to something."

A grin tugged at your lips. "Fine. Let’s make this interesting. We spend a week together—no competing, no keeping score. Just… normal interaction."

His brow furrowed. "And if one of us breaks the rule?"

"The other gets to pick a favor the loser has to do. No arguments."

Oliver considered this for a long moment before sticking out his hand. "You’re on."

The first day was… weird.

At breakfast, instead of racing to grab the last piece of toast before him, you just let it sit there. You both stared at it, then at each other, as if waiting for one of you to break.

"You can have it," he finally said, pushing the plate toward you.

Your eyes narrowed. "Is this a trick?"

"No tricks," he said, sipping his pumpkin juice. "Just… being normal."

You hesitated before finally picking up the toast. It was oddly unsettling, like the very foundation of your relationship was cracking.

The second day was even weirder.

You had Astronomy together, and normally, you’d see who could get the best telescope positioning first. But instead, you sat next to each other in silence, focusing on your own work.

That is, until Oliver nudged you. "Did you know Jupiter’s moons are called the Galilean moons?"

You blinked. "Yeah. Everyone knows that."

He looked genuinely surprised. "They do?"

You laughed. "Merlin, Oliver, you’re great at a lot of things, but you’re terrible at pretending you like schoolwork."

He chuckled. "Maybe I just like talking to you."

You nearly dropped your quill.

By the fourth day, you found yourself walking with Oliver through the castle after dinner, the usual tension between you… softer, somehow.

"You know," Oliver said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, "I never really thought about why we compete so much."

"Because we’re both stubborn as hell?" you guessed.

He laughed. "Probably. But I think I just… like getting a reaction out of you."

You turned to him, surprised. "You like annoying me?"

"Yeah." He gave you a sidelong glance. "But this is nice too. Less yelling. More… this."

Your heart did something weird in your chest.

That night, you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying the conversation over and over.

By the sixth day, things had changed.

You found yourself seeking him out, not because of the bet, but because you wanted to.

In the courtyard, he leaned against a stone pillar, watching as you helped a group of younger students with their spellwork. When you caught him staring, he didn’t even bother to look away.

"You’re staring, Wood," you teased, adjusting the scarf around your neck.

"Maybe I just like looking at you," he said easily, and you nearly tripped over your own feet.

What was happening?

You weren’t competing. You weren’t even teasing each other. It was something else entirely—something new.

And for once, you weren’t sure you wanted to fight it.

By the seventh day, neither of you mentioned the bet.

Instead, you met up by the Black Lake, watching the giant squid ripple the water’s surface.

"So," Oliver said, leaning back on his elbows. "I guess we lasted the whole week."

"Guess so," you murmured.

"You didn’t challenge me to anything."

"And you didn’t turn anything into a competition."

A pause. Then, Oliver turned to you, something unreadable in his eyes. "What do we do now?"

Your heart pounded. "We could go back to the way things were."

He studied you for a long moment before shaking his head. "I don’t think I want to."

The air between you shifted. It was like standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing you were about to fall and not being entirely sure if you wanted to stop it.

You swallowed. "Me neither."

A slow smile spread across Oliver’s face. "So, if I kissed you right now, would that count as winning?"

Your breath hitched. "Not everything’s a game, Wood."

"Good," he said, closing the distance between you. "Because I wasn’t planning on keeping score."

[jaysgirlx]

Can you do a Jason Todd x reader where the reader doesn’t think she has a chance with Jason because “he’s a 10” and the reader has low self esteem

❝ 𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐀 𝟏𝟎 ❞

❥ pairing: jason todd x reader

❥ summary: jason has always call you names like pretty, gorgeous and beautiful and you could never fathom he ever meant them.

❥ warnings: insecurities, anxiety, crying & comfort.

❥ wc: 2.1k

You sat on the roof of Wayne Manor as the rain poured down quickly. The roof was quite slippery at this point so you didn't mind staying up there a little while longer. It was just water right? You looked down from the roof, noticing Jason Todd also in the rain looking up at you with that dumb cheesy grin that never failed to make you smile.

Is he…looking at me?

He waved and for a brief movement, he seems as if he was thinking before you watched him attempt to try and climb the building while it rained. His looks definitely made up for his lack of brain cells. After many, many failed attempts Jason had actually managed to make it up there and sit down next to you. He could tell you were holding in a laugh but only smiled at you.

"Hey beautiful"

Your heart always fluttered at his compliments especially since you knew that you wouldn't ever hear them from anyone else.

"Hey Jason"

"Why are you up here in the rain? You could get hurt y'know"

You watched him relax and lay down a bit as the water washed through his dark black locs. You were too focused on his hair to even remember his question. Without asking you threaded your hand through his curls, at first it had startled him but it only took you seconds before you relaxed him by massaging his head gently. You'd never noticed how curly his hair was until now, probably because you'd never seen his hair yet. It wasn't fair that you had been deprived of such a sight for this long.

It wasn't long til it had started to settle into your mind that he liked to call you pretty, beautiful, cute and etc. You never corrected him because why would you, someone as hot as him gave you daily compliments that you didn't even deserve and it was all on his own accord. But that made you wonder, why would he do this. This Jason we're talking about. Jason that bitches about patroling with Dick. Jason that teases Tim about his boyfriend. Jason that somehow managed to trick Daimen into watching Gossip Girl. Why would he call you pretty?

"Jay?"

"Hmmm…yes pretty?"

Another flutter? Jeez, calm down.

"Ummm, why do compliment me so much?"

"Cause you probably don't hear it enough"

To you his words translated as, "No one probably calls you pretty" and it wasn't wrong. You never had anyone actually tell you they thought you were beautiful or stunning. While your mind wandered you began to chew on your bottom lip, thinking about all of your insecurities. Your weight, lack of confidence, feminism, looks and there was so much more, and day and night they ate at you, made you feel so inferior, so weak, almost as if you meant nothing.

Jason sits up causing you to quickly retrieve your hand from his locks. The rain had slowed and it was probably safe to get down. You could tell because it didn't take Jason much to get to the ground. He looked up at you, his cheeks tinted a pink hue from what you assumed was the rain.

"You coming?"

"Not yet, I'll see you at dinner, Jason"

Jason's mouth opened and closed multiple times, as if there were words he wanted to say but just couldn't form. After a while, he nodded and walked into, Leave you alone outside once again with your pathetic thoughts.

I'd never have a chance with a guy like him…

—

"Get off my case Grayson"

"I'm just trying to understand why you've been avoiding him lately"

"Can't we just enjoy our weekly lunches in silence?"

"I just want to help you y/n I swear"

You looked at Dick Grayson for a moment before taking a small bite of your sandwich. If you told him he'd get off your back and it's not like he'd tell Jason right? Once your voice found the words, you began "To me Jason is like a 10 and I'm…" your voice cracked slightly and you stopped talking instantly. You knew that if you had continued, you'd spill out all your dumb insecurities all those things that made you so pathetic.

"You're what y/n?"

"I'm like a 2/10 on a good day"

Is my self-esteem really this low?

The air between the two of you was deathly silent. You watched Dick's fists clench but quickly relaxed as his gaze met yours.

"Who told you that y/n? I want specific names. Did Jason say that to you? Tell me because if he did I will kick his ass if necessary-"

"Grayson, no one said anything. No one had to because I already know it and Jason probably already thinks it, he compliment me because he knows no one else will"

For a while you just looked at the table, you were sure that by now you were crying because of your blurred vision. You couldn't face Dick like this, you were a ticking time bomb waiting to explode and you didn't want him to hear you. So you left. You ran out of that cafe and got yourself out of there, right after grabbing your phone of course. Dick didn't need to hear all the things you hated about yourself and all the things that made you doubt everything aspect of your being.

Why am I like this?

Once you were out of there, you decided to go back to your apartment. Though you lived at Wayne Manor, you had your apartment in case you needed some private time or just somewhere to lay low. You decided it would be best to walk, so you could clear your mind a bit.

You wiped away your cold tears and tried to keep on a happy face or avoid drawing any unnecessary attention to yourself especially because of the scene you had probably caused at that cafe. This whole thing felt so dumb in your head, why did you have to avoid Jason. It was not like he was hurting you, if anything his compliments were one of the highlights of your days but maybe that was a good reason to avoid him. There was no point getting attached to someone who was definitely of your league.

You pushed those negative thoughts out of your head and decided before heading to your apartment, you'd do some shopping and maybe even buy yourself some food. Eagerly, you went to the nearest clothing store in the neighborhood and decided to splurge a bit on a couple new clothes then decided to treat yourself to some seafood as takeout. Little things like these were the only things sometimes that could make you feel loved.

When you had finally arrived at your place you were relieved. No one was there plus none of your neighbors were around so you could rest and relax in-

"hey there y/n"

You jumped at the dangerously familiar voice. Jason? Why was he here? In your apartment? You took a couple steps back, getting ready to make a run for it. You couldn't talk to him, not yet, and especially not after today's events. You looked up at him studying his body, he was dressed in his gear except his helmet was nowhere to be found and he had on a different shirt.

"Please don't run away, y/n," Jason said taking a step towards you. The two of you locked eyes for what seemed forever before Jason started to close the distance between the two of you and you let him. So many things raced through your head, you thought about pushing him away, running away again, or maybe just hearing him out. The thought of him being this close to you was a dream come true under the right circumstances but this wasn't the time to be thinking like this especially when you knew he didn't see you the way you saw him.

"Dick told me a bit about what happened earlier at the cafe, he said it would be best if I came to check on you," he said looking down at you. By now your back was pressed against the door and you'd dropped all your bags. You needed to get him out of here.

"Jason I'm fine, you can go"

You never would've thought Jason cared this much for you. So much that he broke into your apartment just to see you. But you were thinking of this all wrong, Jason was a nice guy who probably just wanted to clear things up that's all. There was nothing more to this and you had to convince him just as you convinced yourself that the two of you would never happen.

"Did you know I hate the rain?" he said quietly picking up your dropped bags. He grabbed the clothes and gently put the food in your hands. There was a voice in your head warning you to not drag this out any longer but you didn't want to listen this time. "But when I saw you on the roof the other day, suddenly I could tolerate it"

"So many bad things happened on rainy days but seeing you… that was best thing"

Jason grinned at you as he grabbed your bags filled with new items and clothes and placed them on your kitchen counter. He then motioned for you to come to sit with him on your couch once he was done. By then any sense of self-respect had gone out of the window now. Without much hesitation, you followed him which earned you a soft chuckle from him that sparked something in your chest.

"Y/n I think I gave you the wrong answer the other day"

He can't say anything worse than last time if I avoid it.

"For what?" A beat passed, and you looked up at Jason and he was… nervous? he was sweating and could barely make eye contact with you. He clearly had trouble finding his words and that was partially your fault because you knew exactly what question he was talking about and you could even admit it yourself. It was a stupid question that you had asked in the heat of the moment and you wished you could both forget about it and move on but that's not how things work. Though you regretted asking, you still listened to what he had to say.

"When you asked about why I compliment you so much. What I meant to say is that when I find a girl undeniably beautiful all I can ever do is remind her of it every fucking day"

There had never been a time that your heart had raced this fast until now. Jason took your hand and held it, softly as if you were going to break. The small space that you put between you on the couch was now gone as Jsson pulled you closer to him.t

"You are not a 2/10 sweetheart, you are so much more than that and I will do whatever it takes to make you see that," he said flashing you one of those cheeky grins you loved so much. If your face hadn't been red before, it was sure to be red now. It was at this moment that you knew he meant it. That Jason did not pity you and in fact thought that you were one of the most attractive girls he had ever seen.

Jason had wanted you to know for a while, he thought you did at first but after hearing from dick what you thought of yourself, he found himself willing to do anything for you to understand how you felt about you. How Jason Todd saw you and now you had no doubt now in the way Jason saw you.

"Jason you don't know how much that means for you to say that and how much I needed to hear that," you said as if you were out of breath even though you had only said a couple words. because this was literally breathtaking. "I really really like you Jay"

Jason looked at you before grabbing you into what was a mesh of a hug and a tight squeeze and saying, "Please don't say anything else just lemme hold you" he said quietly as he held your body close to his. squeezing his big arms around your waist and pulling you even closer together as if you'd run away if he dared to let go.

"Because I really like you too pretty girl"

Always remember that you can be loved guys<3

[one-idea]

Shanks raises ASL part 8

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The next morning was chaotic. But that’s normal for the Red force. What isn’t normal is the three little boys already causing havoc.

Apparently they had awakened before Shanks or Mihawk. The two falling asleep cuddled up in their chair. Ace awoke to find Sabo already up. His blond brother pointed to the two sleeping men and put a finger over his lips, telling Ace to be quiet. Ace nodded along, he wanted some time with his brothers before having to face both adults.

Together they woke Luffy. As soon as he made eye contact with Ace he started to cry. Ace quickly placed a hand over his little brother’s mouth. “Listen I’m sorry about what I said yesterday. I didn’t mean it. I don’t hate you.” He whispered quickly before jerking his head up towards the two adults. Luffy following his motion with his eyes to see Shanks and Mihawk still asleep. “Let’s talk about it outside.”

Ace corralled a blubbering Luffy out of the room as quietly as possible. He felt a lot better about the situation after his talk with Shanks, but he was still raw from it, and he had a lot to process through. So he went back to what he knew. Taking care of his brothers.

First things first. Food. Luffy was already excited about it and moving towards were he knew the kitchen was but Ace stopped him. “That’s not our food idiot.”

“But Shanks said we were part of the crew. That mean it’s our ship to.” Luffy whined back. Ace flinched at it. While he knew Shanks wanted all of them he was still getting used to the idea of this being home.

Sabo seeing his brother’s flinch stepped in. “Why don’t we go hunting? We can bring it back for the crew. Pull our weight you know?” Sabo could see Ace’s shoulder easy at the idea of getting some space. While Luffy lit up at the idea of pulling his weight in the crew. The little boy literally bouncing around, and that was still so weird. But Sabo ignored it for now, because he had a different mission in mind. He had been worried about Ace since last night, but had fallen asleep before his brother’s return. He had yet to check in with Ace and question what had happened the prior night.

Besides Luffy excitedly hugging Ace this morning and crying over the fact Ace was back, they hadn’t talked about what had happened or been said the prior night. Sabo wanted answers. As badly as he might want to go with Shanks, to leave this island and his noble life behind forever, he wouldn’t go without Ace.

So the three boys set off leaving the boat and the village. As the went Sabo tried to start up a conversation a few times but kept getting shushed by Ace, claiming he heard something. Sabo knew he was full of crap but let it slide for now. After successfully hunting a tiger, Sabo had had enough.

“Hey Luffy I forgot to bring a knife with us. Can you go ask Makino if we can barrow one so we can skin this?” Sabo requested of their youngest brother. Luffy was always excited to help, and Sabo would feel bad for tricking him later but for now he had a mission.

As Luffy bounded away, and again that was still super weird, Sabo found on Ace. “Alright spill, what happened last night.”

“Nothing you need to worry about.” Ace immediately grew defensive. Sabo was going to call him an idiot once he finds out what Ace told Shanks. Sure it ended well but it was still a major risk.

“Listen normally I wouldn’t push, but Luffy’s not going to be gone forever, so if something bad happened you need to tell me now.” Sabo hoped nothing bad happened. That last night was just Ace lashing out at the idea of them being separated, but Ace was acting weird all morning. If something bad happened between him and Shanks, Sabo needed to know. He had to come up with a plan to tell Luffy that his hero/dad hurt Ace. Ace mumbled something that Sabo didn’t catch, “come again?”

“I told him okay!” Ace snapped at him.

And Sabo’s world stopped. There is only one thing Ace could be talking about. “Why?!” Ace couldn’t be that stupid.

“I don’t know okay.” Ace yelled back, apparently he was that stupid. “He was talking about how he wanted all three of us to join his crew. That he wanted me. And I just- told him? I don’t know why?” Ace was still freaking out.

Sabo seeing his brother having a breakdown didn’t know if he wanted the answer to his next question but he asked any way. “And what did he say?” If Shanks said anything bad about Ace it was over. Sabo wouldn’t sail with someone who hated his brother just because he was born. Ace deserved better than that.

Ace paused. He took in a big breath before squaring his shoulders to face his blond brother. Sabo tensed waiting for the worst. “He told me he was on Roger’s crew.”

“He what?!!” Sabo’s yell was loud enough to startled the birds for miles

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Meanwhile back on the Red force Shanks was finally awake. Sleeping in a chair wasn’t his smartest decision but it was never a bad thing to wake up in Mihawk’s arms. He looked over to the bed to check on the boys, only to panic.

The boys were gone.

Shanks scrambled out of Mihawk’s lap, jostling his lover awake. “Shanks out of all the ways you could have disturbed my rest-”

“The boys are gone” Shanks interrupted his. He knew Mihawk hated being abruptly awoken, almost as much as he hated to be interrupted, but right now Shabks didn’t care. The boys were gone.

He was out the door of the cabin in just a few moments hoping the boys were on the deck, but they weren’t. This couldn’t be. He thought his talk with Ace went well last night. Was he wrong? Did Ace grab his brothers and run. Shanks wouldn’t force them to be a part of his crew, but it hurt to think they would leave without a goodbye. Surly Luffy, his little anchor would say goodbye.

Mihawk came up behind him and rested a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure they’re fine.” He tried to reassure Shanks but this was never his strong suit. He was always and action over words person, but he wasn’t sure what action to take right now.

“Morning captain.” Lucky Roux called out to them. He was about to say something about breakfast when he caught the worried look on his captains face. Luckily he had a good idea about why his captain was upset. “If you’re looking for the boys they went hunting this morning.”

“What?” Shanks turned to look at his cook, giving him his full attention.

“Ya, I over heard them this morning discussing breakfast. I was about to offer them some but Sabo wanted to hunting for the crew. They were all so excited about it, I didn’t want to stop them. It’s cute how they already want to help out in what ever way they can.” He explained the discussion he had heard the boys have this morning.

Shanks relaxed a little bit now that he knew why they boys weren’t on the ship. Though he did wished that they told him they were leaving, he couldn’t be mad at their intentions. He quickly stretched out his observation Haki to search the island for the boys. He found the quickly, but they were pretty far in land. Though it seemed Luffy was on his way back.

“I’ll go check on them.” Mihawk told him with a firm squeeze to his shoulder. “If they’re hunting I would like to see their skill.” Mihawk turned and gave Shanks a pointed look. While it was true he had wanted to see the boys skill level with their pipes (a ridiculous weapon to be sure) after all he would like to see if their was any skill there at all that he might be able to train up. He also knew Shanks was still bone dead weary after last night. Roger’s memory always left him so, and knowing who Ace was would just make his lover more protective over the boys. He wanted to give his lover the opportunity to rest, something he wouldn’t do without knowing the boys were safe.

Shanks was going to argue but knew it was pointless to fight with Mihawk on something like this. After all he knew Mihawk well enough to know this was his was of showing that he cared for Shanks and the kids. So he nodded his head and watched as his lover silently left their ship. It would be fine. He could keep an eye on all of them with his observation haki. Luffy seemed to be coming back on his own any way. Everything would be fine.

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As Mihawk made his way out of the village he had run into Luffy. The little one had excitedly told him all about the tiger they caught and how he was going to see Makino for a knife.

“No need. I’ll help your brothers with that task. Why don’t you head back to the ship.” Mihawk quickly directed the little ball of energy back toward Shanks. His lover would relax far more with one of the children being back in his sight. Normally Shanks wasn’t a worrier, but Roger’s memory always put him on edge. Worried for his loved ones, and feeling helpless to protect them. He knew Shanks wouldn’t fully relax until he had the whole crew in his sight, but sending one of the boys back would help.

“Alright! I’ll go say hi to Makino and then go see Shanks!” Luffy cheered as he made his way back down to the village. Mihawk didn’t mind him going to see the bar owner. She obviously cared for the boy and the village was peaceful. There shouldn’t be any problems.

Mihawk stood from his crouched position, as he had lowered himself to speak to the young boy, and started heading towards the remaining brothers. As he walked up the path he passed by a group of men, roughians for sure. Bandits by name probably. But obviously weaklings, not worth his time. The took one look at him, Yoru on his back, and gave him a wide berth, as he said weakling and cowards. Nothing for him to worry about.

(Later he will regret not taking Luffy along with him to gather Ace and Sabo. Later he will wish he cut these men down as soon as he saw them. But now he has no clue of the devastation these weak men are going to bring to his life)

[libraford]

I don't mean to keep talking about work shit but I'm back in that place where I like what I do and want to continue to do it, but there are parts of it that are starting to wear on me personally.

Work bitching under the cut.

We have a whole new crew this season except for me. And my boss is getting more stressed out because of her bosses, which means that when the new crew has questions it falls to me. Which is fine- the person who trained me was real knowledgeable and I'm decent at coming up with solutions to problems on my own.

The new people think I'm 'very chill.' But the truth is that most of the problems they're fussing over are things that I've encountered before and I know how to solve them or who to call if I can't. Sometimes my solutions aren't perfect and the overhead bosses notice that we had to rig something.

My immediate boss wants perfection. I told her that I can't promise that. She still thinks that I can do that, but I've never been a perfectionist. She will show you every hair out of place, every wrinkle in every collar, every misplaced crop.

Well?

Our subjects are children and children are imperfect. I didn't wash my hair for a year in fifth grade because I had constant earaches and didn't want to get my head wet. Sometimes kids are just funny looking- they make weird faces when you tell them to smile, they bug their eyes out, they don't sit still. Like I'm sorry, parents, that your kid doesn't sit with perfectly placed hands and a natural smile- but that's your goofy kid. Love and cherish their goofy years.

With most kids, I have a few tricks for getting them to fix their shirts and hair, get into the correct pose, and somewhat approaching a natural picture smile. But when you're doing 60 subjects a minute, some of them are not going to be perfect.

Yesterday I had a student who was special needs, did not like to be touched, and had specific wants for her photo. Her mother died last month and she wanted a photo of her holding the locket with her picture in it. Its the cutest photo ever.

They'll see that I went off-book. They'll see that her skirt isn't perfectly pleated. They'll see that she has some stray hairs.

I made an accommodation for this child. I accepted that we weren't going to get it perfect, but we were going to get a photo that her grandparents were going to cherish forever. Its truly an adorable photo. If I waited for perfect, I wasn't gonna get it.

Another kid was having a bad day. She was crying. I had to take her picture while she was crying, which is insult to injury for a kid who is having an internal crisis. We weren't going to get perfect.

I instruct the special needs teachers to send their kids to me because I'm very patient and I know some tricks and I know my equipment and I know how to make some adjustments to make it easier that some of my new photographers might not. I may not get perfect. I hope for happy, I hope for 'looking at the camera.' Its a win if I get both.

When I'm doing yearbook candids, I do fast and good. I have a system that allows me to take a rather high volume of decent photos that I know will look good in a yearbook without interrupting a class to get them. You literally can't get perfect here except on accident. They're kids in their natural environment.

When I'm doing sports candids I aim for volume. I know where to stand to get the best shots. If I take enough pictures, occasionally I get a really good one. But I don't look for perfect. I can't be like 'hey basketball dude, could you twist your hips a little bit to get that flattering curve of your spine?' Not happening.

I learned to work fast because I am being asked to do multiple things within a short time frame, so I learned how to process tasks in an efficient way: learning the typical building layout to minimize my workload and prepare for certain hiccups that happen often.

I mention them to the new people. I tell them that I am good and fast because I have done these things for three years and I am familiar with thinking on my feet. Often, I have to get things done quickly so that I can go help the new photographers who are struggling. If they prefer to go slow and focus on details first, that's fine. I will focus on volume and speed, I will pick up the slack while they are still learning.

I am told that I am going too fast. I need to slow down, focus on details, get things right instead of get them done.

But which would you prefer? That your kid was just a little messy for their photo or that I didn't take their photo at all because we ran out of time? Last season, one of our photographers had an emergency and I had to photograph nearly 800 students by myself.

The boss was shocked that they were good. Glad to hear we were expecting garbage.

Yesterday, while at a job, the boss was there to help one of the new photographers with one of the more complicated tasks. The new photographer felt that she was being pressed to go faster than her standards would allow. I told her afterwards that speed comes with time, there are some things you can't account for, and it wasn't necessary to push her that hard.

Our other new photographer is a 'perfectionist' and she takes so very much time getting every hair and every position and every expression, but she struggles to put up her equipment every time and if there's a problem she shuts down and can't think of a solution.

I have to be able to set up quickly so that I can make sure she has an extra hand to help her with issues. I have to photograph quickly to make sure that if she needs help I'm available.

And her photos are not really that much better. I'm often coaching her on cropping, on posture.

Slow does not equate perfection. Every person I've met that calls themselves a perfectionist is a perfectionist until it comes to the actual job.

She wants me to do class groups. Every time she trains me on class groups, there is some reason that I have to hop onto a solo unit. The first time it was because one of our photographers, another perfectionist, was taking too long and it created a bottleneck. Last time, it was because our other photographer went into labor and the remaining photographer was slower than hell.

So I'm learning that my speed and ease is an asset in these situations, but in situations where speed is not an asset then I should slow down- which experience tells me that if you slow down you're not guaranteed to do better.

Earlier in the week, I was showing one of the new girls how to do a dance backdrop setup. I had her look over my shoulder while I did the white balance and then exposure. I had shown her how to do it on a previous day and this was just reinforcement. Its also something that we do literally on every job, just in a different context- she should understand the concept and I gave her the option to raise any questions.

The boss told me that if I'm training someone how to do something I should show them how to do it, then mess up the settings on purpose for them, and then have them fix it. We were running behind schedule and I had actually been on schedule to leave like two hours prior but chose to stay so that we could work on this project together. I was not intending on training anyone.

She asks me why I don't want to become a trainer.

Its not usually like this. Usually, I can coast a little. But I'm filling the shoes of a couple people that had to sit this season out and now she's busting my chops to be perfect when 'perfect' was never my goal.

I dunno.

Its exhausting.

[minjoonapio]

🎐 Wind Breaker Chapter 158: The Great Fires of Extinction (End of the Noroshi arc)

💭THOUGHTS & ANALYSIS [⚠️SPOILERS⚠️]

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There’s actually not much to analyze about this chapter ‘cause it’s simply well said. So I’ll be sharing my thoughts & feelings. This chapter has such a warm (with a hint of sad) end to a rollercoaster of an arc

Oof my dear boy here needs to rest

I do kinda feel bad for Endo. In a way, he just has this longing and slow burn love for Chika and he just knew he can’t be seen by him the same way he sees Umemiya; being accepted in his world.

Endo gives him everything while he receives nothing (but punches and kicks).

No wait. This is adorable. TF. Endo expects a good hit from Chika but was ecstatic when the kick was harmless. Chika didn’t even give one hit but multiple soft hits??!! STAHP! That’s too cute.

The way Chika's fist froze when Endo mentioned a hot bath 🥲 He's tired af and being babied by Endo 😭

This confirms all the things he said to Sakura about Umemiya is his negative perspective of him. He DETESTS and is jealous of the guy who’s able to be in his Chika’s world.

Now…this is sad.

Something tells me Chika had a really bad experience with people at a very young age…or maybe had none at all :(

Maybe links to his probable face blindness. People who have such condition are usually mistaken to be cold or indifferent towards people, but it's because they have a hard time remembering people's faces. Although, in here, it sounds like his indifference to humans makes him develop face blindness. So I hope we get to hear more of Chika’s past in their talk.

Ah, there’s our Umemiya.

Come to think of it, since his biological family died, Umemiya was exposed to people from different walks of like who are not his blood since he was 9. He has grown and absorbed a vast world for 8-9yrs.

And he could truly tell Chika how amazing it is.

Without even realizing it, Chika actually made the first step to expanding his world. It started from the moment he accepted Umemiya. He even said Ume’s name before Ume told him this trick.

And now that he is aware of it, Chika looks like he decided to accept more people in his world, little by little.

(For some reason, maybe it's because his hair is drenched wet, but he looks lost here 🥺)

I SCREAMED. I knew it. And I’m not even an endochika stan. Oh Endo. Chika has acknowledged him 😫AND A FULL NAME!

(I actually thought we’ll have something dramatic like Togame & Choji crying scene but i dont think it’s ready for that lol)

HUZZAH! UME WON! WE WON! 🎐

Tsubaki collapsed in relief, cutie Choji cheering, and Bofurin, Shishitoren and Roppo Ichiza together rejoicing 🥹and our Class 1-1 are okay 😭

Now y’all gotta tend to your wounds, bath and rest! Jeez 😮‍💨🤧

No words were said but that smile and gesture says a lot. Both leaders didn’t lose. They kept each other's promises.

Umemiya is thankful, happy, and proud of Sakura. Not only for winning and being there for him, but for becoming the person he is now. He is glad his kouhai part of the found family, Bofurin 🥹💚

And we got a double COLOR spread of the two!! 😭😭😭 Thank you Nii sensei! This is beautiful 💚

I hope they get to talk after ALL that. Sakura was a bit shaken up in seeing Umemiya like that and I'm sure he has questions about what Endo meant. Either way, I'm sure Umemiya would want to chat with Sakura about his fight with Endo.

Side note: I LOVE the silly exchange between Umemiya and Endo 🤣most especially reading those small text beside the dialogue bubbles.

I can hear the sarcasm in the “since you didn’t even give half a sht about me before” 🤣🤣🤣

Ah what an end to a great long arc! What a wild ride that was. Hope we get that BBQ! All of them (us included) deserve it 😭

Thank you so much Nii sensei for such an awesome arc. And Jacqueline and team for translating and lettering the manga for us 🥰 You all work hard! 💚

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Thank you for reading! See you in next week's chapter (Tuesday)!

[lakeofflowerss]

the prank

English is not my first language so I apologise in advance for my mistakes.

James is furious, disappointed and fulfills his role as the father of the group.

The wind was whipping hard against the tower window. The storm was about to break, and not only in terms of weather. The atmosphere felt too tense. Peter was on the farthest sofa in the room, the one almost next to the door, which was always full of clothes. Remus was still in the infirmary, he would be there for several days, and he had explicitly asked that no one come to visit him because he didn't want to see them. He didn't want to see anyone. Despite this Lily dared to go during the afternoon along with Regulus, both returning completely sad and with tears in their eyes. They only muttered a "Remus isn't well."

Sirius was not there but they knew he would be coming through the door in a few minutes. James, on the other hand, was sitting right on his best friend's bed awaiting his arrival. He was completely distraught, hurt and upset. He couldn't understand how Sirius had crossed all boundaries in order to somehow hurt Snape. Come on, everyone knew that the Slytherin was no saint to anyone, but using Moony as a tormentor without measuring the consequences was something totally cruel, both for Severus and Remus. Especially for Remus.

The bedroom door opened and Sirius finally entered the room. He was disheveled, his tie poorly tied, his shirt half open and his hair in disarray. That infuriated James a little more but it didn't surprise him in the least, he knew he would do that, go after a skirt or tie for the sake of releasing tension through passing sex, which didn't even have to be good.

Sirius swallowed dryly as he entered and felt the stares on him, like needles, like arrows. He walked over to James' bed and sat looking in the direction of his own bed, where his almost-brother was glaring at him. His eyes were cutting him fiercely. Silence reigned and it was almost freezing, the wind was still hitting the window hard and it seemed like no one there was breathing.

"Why?”

The question came harshly out of James' mouth, his voice had never had that nuance, with such anger. He got no response, the silence perpetuated. Sirius' eyes were like those of a small puppy being scolded for the first time while James' eyes burned with disappointment. Peter was still standing on the sidelines, he didn't want or have anything to add but watched everything intently as his fingers ran along the armrest of the couch and his leg clacked with an irritating beat.

"Why did you do it Sirius?"

Again James' harsh voice broke the silence of the place. Sirius sighed deeply and when he wanted to answer nothing managed to come out of his mouth, he inhaled deeply trying to stop himself from crying and gather courage. His chest hurt and so did his head.

"I just wanted to reprimand Snivellus.”

He had finally managed to speak minutes later and blurt out a sentence, responding with a complete sentence that did nothing but aggravate James' anger and pain. It took seconds for him to respond but that sentence had fully settled in his head.

"You used him." his voice was far from the one he had always used for his friends, his eyes now held tears built up in fury. "You used Moony just to play a trick on Snape, are you aware of what you did, can you sense the seriousness of it?" he asked.

"Of course I can! I'm not an idiot, he deserved it! He's always looking, I thought if he found what he wanted he'd stop bothering. Don't expect me to go running to apologize to him.”

"Apologies must go to Moony! Sirius, we fought years ago to make Remus understand that he's a person with the right to be happy, to be loved, that he's not just the wolf in him, that he's not a monster! Did he deserve this too? Did he deserve that you'd use him as a weapon?"

"It's okay, I get it, I promise I'll talk to him tonight, I'll sneak into the infirmary and fix everything. I'm so sorry, I regretted it instantly but..."

"No, you're not going." James cut him off in his deep, flat voice "You dehumanized him and reduced him to being everything he hates in order to frighten, hurt and scare an idiot like Snape. Have you even thought about what would have happened if this went any further? If he hurt him? It would have destroyed him! Do you want to think for a second about the trauma that would have caused Remus? I don't even want to imagine it but the situation leads me to worst case scenarios, Sirius. You acted like a jerk. You went against everything we always wanted to avoid, the reason we're Animagus, you went to an unthinkable limit and crossed it, you went against Remus and that I will never forgive you for. Ever.”

Sirius by this time couldn't hold back the tears but still wouldn't dodge James' gaze, he held it in an eagerness not to escape what he deserved. Peter at some point, stifled by the tension in the room, retreated from the room and went to the common room.

"I don't want you to go near him at least for a while while as things calm down. Until he recovers mentally from this."

"James, I can understand everything you're saying, but you're no one to keep me away from Remus."

"You're right, I'm just his friend who sees him as a person and not a monster or weapon with which to attack and or ream his enemies." James stood up and began walking towards the door, invisibility cloak in his hand, under Sirius' watchful eye. "So I'm not forbidding you anything, just advising you and if you don't take it I hope you won't victimize yourself when he rejects you himself, because he will. Now I will go and try to remedy and save some of what we built with so much love and effort.”

Once he concluded he turned the doorknob leaving Sirius behind clutching a pillow like a freshly scolded child. It hurt James to have left him like that but it was what he thought was right, because sometimes things went too far and had to be curbed.

Once at the foot of the stairs he could visualize Peter chatting with Alice and Frank, next to them Lily was drinking tea and watching the flames in the fireplace as she took shelter in one of Regulus' coats, he felt like going to hug her but he better arranged his cloak and slipped out into the night.

The deserted corridors, the cold of that evening, the wind and the storm seemed to dramatically embellish the whole situation. After several minutes he reached the infirmary. The door was ajar, Poppy knew that someone would come to see him despite his refusal. He carefully entered the room and made his way to the end of the ward. Remus already had his assigned bed, closed by white curtains and with no view of any windows. Once inside he dropped the cloak on the floor and smiled sadly at the sight of Remus in the fetal position.

"I sent to tell you that I didn't want to see you, please, I want to be alone."

"Well, it seems to me that the request you made was in the plural, I understood that you didn't want a crowd so I came alone alone in solitude, with my soul and nothing else." James tried to have his usual sparkle.

"James, seriously, I deserve to be alone, I want to be alone. Go away, I'm a bomb that could go off at any moment."

James ignored him and walked over to the bed, without asking permission he lay down next to him looking at the ceiling. Silently, only the wind and their breaths could be heard. Images of the night before shattered Potter's mind who closed his eyes and exhaled trying to relax.

"It was horrible, wasn't it? " Remus asked almost in a whisper. "I don't want to imagine the terror I made you feel. Especially Snape" he let out a sigh mixed with tears "he saw my true face, what I really am, a terrible monster. A ruthless being."

"You are nothing of the sort, Remus." James opened his eyes and turned in her direction. "You are not a monster, much less a ruthless being. Don't ever say that."

"I am, James, I am. Even you should recognize it, accept it and fear me fear, it's the logical thing to do. I still don't understand your desire to stay by my side.”

"I could never be afraid of you, Moony. You are my friend, my brother. You're the least scary being there is, in Reg and Lils words you're a honey pancakes."

"But..." James stopped him from speaking now they were both looking at each other.

"I'm not going to deny to you that the situation itself scared me. I wanted to get Quejicus out of there and you too, I didn't know how he might react, I didn't want you to get hurt or for him to get hurt and for you to take the blame. But Remus, you could never scare me, I'm not scared of you or Moony. Neither are the boys."

"I think that's until last night. I sure scared everyone. Even Lily who didn't see me must be terrified and Regulus, he must hate me. He must be afraid I'll hurt you or her.”

"Lily is very worried about you, Regulus spoke to Snape and they argued quite a bit. I'm sure when they see Sirius they'll argue with him too. In fact, Lily mentioned something about breaking his nose."

"I'd like to get away for a few days, I don't want to talk to anyone. I'm very embarrassed but at the same time kind of upset. What he did, James, does Sirius just see me as an asset to annoy Snape? Does he... I'm just an ace up his sleeve?”

"I can tell you no, he's just a stupid jerk who doesn't know how to act, he doesn't see you that way Remus, if he did I'd smash his face in myself. You're perfectly within your rights to want to walk away, it's completely valid for you to feel this way. I would like you to know that Sirius should be much more embarrassed than you are. It will also serve everyone to reflect but I want to warn you that I will not stop nipping at your heels. I will be behind you at all times and I will become your shadow." Remus chuckled softly and turned away, staring at the ceiling.

"Prongs, I don't think we share the same concept of staying away."

"I'm never going to let you isolate yourself, Remus, ever. Besides it will serve me well to be closer to Lily and Regulus because I'm sure they won't leave you alone either. It's a win win.”

"Oh, you're such an idiot! You use me for romantic purposes." they both let out a laugh.

"Remus..." James checked after a while to see that his friend still hadn't completely fallen asleep.

"What's wrong, Prongs?" his voice was sleepy, as if he was in limbo between sleep and reality.

"I love you so much, you're one of my best friends, we're family okay? I'm never going to leave you alone. Don't ever forget this."

"I love you too, James. I love you all.”