#i could potentially earn that dream butt

[soullessjack]

need to know what you think of soulless jack . deranged about that whole arc.

I am so abnormal about him oh my fucking god. Literally a beast in a situation. Gnawing on him at all times. The most interesting part of it is seeing how much genuine anger and impatience and downright ruthlessness he’s capable of when the chips are down. Like, they were already hotheaded and stubborn and set to a plan but now, if anybody gets in his way he won’t fucking hesitate to remove them by whatever means he can. I mean he threw Rowena back into her apartment when she refused to help any more and literally sabotaged Baby’s engine just to keep Sam and Dean away long enough to finish the spell he’d cast specifically for them.

And it really just adds to the idea that his excessive politeness and usual mild mannerisms are truly nothing more than a performance, a robotic exaggeration of traditionally socially acceptable or likable traits displayed to gain approval, acceptance and to emulate human normality (autistic masking 101). Like we’ve seen instances of him being impatient and impulsive and all those other charming qualities beforehand, but now without a soul to help him regulate those traits he’s truly a lot more volatile than he’d ever want to admit or accept.

It’s also a major insight into the perfectionist complex he was inadvertently instilled with by Sam and Dean (and Cas, but more on the latter) at the very start.

Dean instills the notion that Jack is already inherently/biologically evil and therefore fundamentally unsalvageable, because how can you possibly fight or be saved from what you really are? His indirect comparisons of Jack to Lucifer and Cas also don’t help with this, because that leads Jack to try and emulate him and Cas as much as possible without ever finding a solid sense of who they actually are. If they can be more like Cas, they can be more good, and thus they can be accepted and gain respect + acknowledgment of their humanity.

Sam instills the notion of purpose as a means of value and worth by way of seeing Jack’s powers as a tool to save Mary (re: inter-dimensional can opener). He also instills the notion of respect and humanity as something earned through effort, but not inherent to the person. Dean can’t possibly respect Jack as a mostly-human being or respect his autonomous choice to be good; he can’t possibly respect an inherently evil monster. Jack’s humanity and goodness has to be proven with hard labor and grand gestures. Sam is also the one to tell Jack up front that he is inherently dangerous; that while they may need to protect Jack from various threats in the world, they may also need to protect the world from the threat Jack potentially poses. Dean is similar in that regard, but he affixes danger to moral standing, unlike Sam who is aware that Jack does not consciously want to be a threat.

Castiel instills a similar notion to Sam’s, wherein destiny and affixed purposes within greater plans act as complete justifications for everything; for unconditional love, for unwavering faith, for actions, etc. He and Kelly both wanted Jack to live because they shared the idea that he could bring paradise on earth, and nothing more. Re: emulation of a better person and purpose as value, Jack now thinks they have to be just like Castiel, that they have to accomplish the grand scale cosmic miracle Kelly dreamed of in order to ever be truly good or worthy or to continue being loved by his chosen father (and to make Kelly’s death actually he worth her sacrifice). I think this explains why they butt heads with Cas most often, as well as their overt retaliation against his defense in Moriah. His unwavering faith is not in Jack as a person or as they really/already are, but as what he believes Jack can be.

In some form or another, all of the parental figures Jack has view him as a tool for something (except Mary, I’m pretty sure she was the only one to actually see him as a kid). All of this culminates to mold an extremely skewed view of morality for Jack, where he personally denotes evil/monstrosity to anyone or anything that intentionally kills and harms innocents, whether they’re human or not. He also denotes goodness/humanity to Sam and Dean, to hunting, to killing the aforementioned evil innocent-murdering monsters, to protecting and saving. Mia Vallens also instills that inherently monstrous traits can be utilized for good like her closure shifting, and as such Jack throws themself into hunting, into the role of a protector, of a hero that crushes villains and always wins—because even with the burdening idea that they may be ontologically evil and fundamentally unlovable in their true nature, they can be loved and accepted and achieve some semblance of goodness through purpose, destiny, and utilization of their nature for good.

Thus, Jack cannot handle failure of rejection, because he objectively views every failure and rejection as proof that he cannot be anything he’s tried to be. If he fails to protect his loved ones or to be more like Cas and The Winchesters, then he’s failed to fulfill the purposes and destinies that he sees as a reflection of his own self worth, ergo his true nature must be evil. Then it comes to a full on collision stop when he lashes out at Mary and inadvertently kills her. and every single fear, every single basis of the rejection Jack has faced, everything they spent their entire life fighting to prove wrong, was proven right. They are hopelessly genetically evil, they cannot meet their affixed purposes and ergo they have no value. His powers can’t be utilized for good as he’d intended, only for destruction and death. All these interlacing notions just get worse with their actions under Duma’s manipulation, because he’s just happily killed more innocents, and despite having the heartbreakingly good intention of making the world a better place to make up for Mary’s botched resurrection, the action outweighs the intent entirely.

The Moriah script specifically notes how truly unhappy Jack is with being soulless and with Dean being right, because he never wanted this. He never consciously wanted to hurt the people he considers to be all he has in the world, or to cause as much harm as he ended up doing, but to kill and destroy is the inherent nature of all monsters, so he essentially takes his failures and actions as insurmountable proof that he is truly helplessly evil, whether he consciously wants to be like this or not.

Despite how dysfunctional and harmful TFW ended up being to Jack’s development, I do also think that his soulless arc reflects his attachment to them in the best worst way possible; the fact that he genuinely loves this ragtag handful of weirdos enough to not only destroy himself over them, but to destroy others for their sake….the fact that he stakes so much of his identity and livelihood on them that as soon as he gets an inkling of losing it all (ie Mary pressing that something is wrong with him) it makes him go fucking insane…::so horrendous and juicy…

I just wish more was done with him, that he’d lasted longer than four episodes and that the writing didn’t flip back and forth between “Jack is horrified by what he’s done and what it implies for his livelihood with the Winchesters as well as the long/standing question of what his true nature really is” and “Jack only logically knows what he did wrong and blames Mary completely.” As is evident with this entire post, there’s so much to be gleaned from Soulless!Jack, and also just Jack as a character I think is extremely rich in discussion.

** btw, tysm for the ask!!! I’d been looking to have something long winded posted eventually but didn’t know what to start with. too many ideas for the blorbo just ricocheting off of my inner skull walls).

#holdthypeace.txt #spn #supernatural #jack kline #jack #soulless jack #spn season 14 #14x17 #14x18 #14x19 #14x20 #tfw2.0 #castiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #mary winchester #spn analysis #the . Ouughh. #girls when the enormity of their desires ultimately pushes them to become that which they rejected in themselves #awwggghg I’m gonna be sick

[mahmoodlindgaard45]

Anxiety about the Dentist : Love in the Dental Office

The following article, written throughout 2000, is regarding my experiences in the Indian Public welfare Service 37 in years past. Today, in light from the turmoil plus resistance surrounding typically the government's long past due bid to renovate the care shipping and delivery system of the Usa States, this article is timely perhaps today. Even nevertheless there are some beneficial changes in federal plus state funded programs just for this and other long-neglected populations of which have limited gain access to, I believe of which inequality in the delivery of proper dental care still exists. I have a confession to be able to make. When We are at dental institution inside the early 1970's, I had developed very high dreams. The Vietnam War was turning down, and it was a time of tranquility and love in addition to caring for your fellow man. Since a senior, My partner and i researched many choices that would please let me earn a being as a dental office while serving mankind. I felt which i could fulfill all those dreams by both working in a dental clinic or operating a portable dental van in the low-income inner city or rural locations where good dentistry was hard to locate. Then I learned about a position of which could be the response to all involving my conditions. Any time I graduated by Georgetown Dental University in 1973, I chose to enter the Indian General public Health Service. I thought that this was a great system in which We could further the education and commence a lifetime associated with service to my community. I was sent to The Fort Berthhold Indian Reservation five miles from Newtown, North Dakota. Our family and My partner and i received a three-bedroom house, which was on a compound with ten some other homes and some sort of clinic. One doctor and many other health and fitness professionals including personally, social workers and nurses occupied the particular other houses. https://www.westsidepediatricdental.com/ was wonderful. After just about all, work was a short walking length, and we a new full view from the Missouri River from your window and wild horses galloping within the fields among the particular beautiful Dakota buttes. I had been very thrilled about living in like a beautiful and even spiritual land using my family in addition to happy with the potential customer of helping folks who wouldn't normally receive dental care. More important was the knowledge that I did not have got to rely on charging fees with regard to my skill or even creating a high quantity practice in order to survive. That wasn't long prior to my bubble burst open as well as the bureaucracy and even prejudice of typically the system became evident. The basics involving dental treatment, which include examinations, cleanings, fillings and extractions, were offered. Other additional costly services which often may have recently been essential to save the teeth for example endodontics (root canal therapy), overhead and bridge, general or full dentier and periodontal (gum and bone) remedy required pre-approval identical to pre-authorizations needed for insurance organizations. Children were generally approved for the particular basics, but therapy for adults, especially those who wanted a variety of root canal treatment with overhead and bridge, were rarely approved. Since of the little population of the particular reservation (4000) in addition to the limited spending budget of the software, some physicians and dentists, like personally, were recruited best suited away from dental institution and were positioned in an extremely difficult situation, whereby these people found themselves because the sole companies of their specialized of health care in the center. Inexperienced dentists failed to have the gain of further hands-on education working together with other people in their job who possessed more experience, for consultation services, or for undertaking more difficult procedures. Obviously, my expertise were limited and even my patients had been the unfortunate beneficiaries of my studying curve. For typically the first time, I actually understood the true meaning of the term, " to rehearse dentistry. " In line with the economics of the program, Indian Public Wellness often recommended removal (removal) of tooth and partial or even full dentures. The particular same is real in similar situations where low income patients receiving government sponsored Medicaid positive aspects or patients together with private or worker benefits dental insurance could be turned down necessary tooth-saving remedy simply because that would not be expense beneficial to conserve the teeth. Actually though many individuals are helped by simply these programs plus may not normally be able to afford even standard dental treatment, suggestions based on cost effectiveness and profit margin is wrong. It often ended in typically the removal of somewhat damaged teeth. This kind of, combined with the unfortunate, nevertheless inevitable, mistakes of a rookie dental office, created a routine of mistrust involving this dentist fantastic patients. The creation of trust and even love between the particular dentist and the particular patient is among the almost all important elements regarding the successful partnership inside the dental environment. I laugh whenever I think involving how na�ve We were. I tried to work round the system by implementing for tooth-saving advantages for adult surfers. They were rejected. I wrote articles on dental care health and nutrition for the center news bulletin. It fell on deaf ears. I tried to teach my personal patients home care and gave these people nutritional advice. Certainly not many cared. We created a kids dental health week cacher contest and offered away solicited prizes for example toothbrushes and even floss to typically the winners. Hardly any children entered. I gone on a nearby Television show called "Bowling for Dollars" in addition to several radio programs in order to be able to spread the communication. It made not any impact. It started to be more frustrating with regard to me as period went by. My partner and i noticed that years of abuse and disregard by the technique wasn't going to be able to be eliminated by simply a Jewish bright boy from Ny. This lack associated with "love and trust" often showed since very fearful people, or an abnormal amount of broken meetings, or great issues filling the session book. But, the bottom line is that the missing piece was "love and trust. " They didn't trust us. They didn't like me. Even nevertheless we dentists will be trained to conserve teeth, our hard work is very often curtailed from the patient's insurance policy or their contribution inside a government-sponsored plan for example Medicaid. Both a yearly benefit maximum or limitations within the specific plan often decided the actual treatment plan. The most obvious answer, still unaccomplished in order to this day, is usually national dental wellness insurance in which most of our citizens get access to the greatest dentistry available. As with the carrying on debate over nationwide medical health insurance, it is significant that the end result end up being that quality involving care does not experience or be constrained by affordability. Till that happens, in which do dentists, specifically the private practitioners who may take some insurances or even government subsidies because payment fully, and even who need to make some sort of living from typically the profits of the or her exercise, fit into the equation? Dental service fees are determined simply by many factors. Up to two-thirds regarding dental income is dependent upon the overhead costs needed to operate any office. This consists of telephone, heat, electrical energy, dental materials, instruments, books, magazines, home furniture, equipment, laboratory, salaries, continuing education classes, accounting, liability and even health and negligence insurances. It manufactured no difference to be able to my lab or perhaps to my dental supplier whether I was getting a total fee or accepting a reduced fee. Almost all of these charges must be managed to ensure the enterprise of dentistry in order to survive. In oral school, I had been taught that when I wanted to be able to earn a great living from the dental profession, I had to function quickly and effectively and render because much treatment since possible in a new visit. For illustration, doing four fillings in an hour or so is more cost effective than carrying out two forty-five tiny visits of a couple of fillings each. Sometimes that meant forcing the envelope in addition to doing too substantially. There is some sort of contradiction that exists when health experts depend upon whether large volume associated with patients or larger fees because of their livelihood. One visit endodontics (root canal therapy), multi-quadrant (more compared to one area) top and bridge preparing or gum plus bone surgery is definitely not only traumatic during the procedure, nevertheless can result in more post-operative complications and pain for that patient. Also often, large amount means poor quality. Regrettably, high fees don't always extrapolate straight into better quality and service. Very frequently the patient feels " ripped off" by the high fee or bad quality with no more trusts the dental professional specifically or perhaps the profession as a whole. Sadly, even nowadays, in The United States of The united states, there are very few places for a great individual with very little ways to receive top quality care. Dental Colleges offer their students' services at the lower cost and teaching hospitals perform have interns in addition to residents that may supply quality care at a lower cost. Medicaid provides children from low-income households with basic dental needs. Adults, along with Medicaid, however, can fall through the cracks and get even less essential dental hygiene. Like the carpenter or even a plumbing technician who possesses great skills, a dentist should be appropriately compensated. Dentistry provides treatment to ease pain or allow a person to grin or chew their particular food, which are basic human needs. It is a new sham that in the richest nation on this world, the system permits the treating choice to be determined by ones financial status. The modern concept that "time is money" can encourage dental practitioners to schedule very long appointments. The factors sound plausible. When the patient is anesthetized, it will be better to accomplish simply because much as you can. This can direct result in fewer sessions, which is anything patients do love. Yet , the actual physical and psychological anxiety it may cause intended for the patient should be taken into bank account. Due the pressure of a busy schedule, there is certainly little time for explanation involving treatment. This could leave the patient at the disadvantage when it comes to producing intelligent decisions on the dental care. The particular stress within the TMJ, the musculature, the necessity of making use of more anesthesia and even the difficulty regarding getting a right bite when a lot more than one area is numb are simply some reasons to refrain from giving too much therapy in a single visit. Appear around the dental office the next moment you have a consultation. What's missing? Uncomfortable business chairs or perhaps couches are throughout the waiting space. The correct three-month-old Period or Newsweek magazines are on a table or in a tray on the wall structure. Some newspaper or even magazine articles regarding saving teeth are usually attached to the bulletin board together with pushpins. Some trademark thank-you cards or hand-made thank you gifts are plainly displayed. You are led to the "operatory" and seated throughout a large convertible top chair. In front side of you are packages of sterile and clean instruments. Boring muzak is pumped in the room. The dental practitioner wearing a face mask and latex safety gloves enters. There are a few a few minutes of small discuss. They explain the treatment scheduled within a foreign dialect and proceeds. Precisely what is missing? Within my opinion, "love and trust" will be missing. Most dentist, though in the profession for apparent financial rewards get a deeper cause of choosing their industry. They truly would like to assist and heal people. Yet, they will are often regarded as being aloof, insensitive and impatient. Regrettably, all of us all some of the particular time or some of us all of the time, may treat sufferers like a mouth with teeth plus a wallet alternatively of an entire individual that needs to be able to be respected plus loved. Unfortunately, this could increase a person's fear and skepticism and dislike of dentists, which can create an atmosphere in which several patients will look for only emergency remedy and give empty promises of going back for regular attention. Patients may use time, money or perhaps fear since the justification. But it is actually a lack of really like and trust that will keeps them away. In my view, it will better serve the dental job and their patients in case "love and trust" replaced the strategy of "time is usually money. " Pretty knowledge that anxiety of dentists and/or dental procedures is usually a major element in why many guys avoid regular teeth care. It is also identified that many teeth issues have a new deeper, subconscious, unsure emotional cause. Several people only get to the dental professional during an urgent, and some of these people require pre-medication for those emergencies. Some individuals need drugs for routine oral care. The result can be detrimental, not only by setting typically the possible stage for more severe dental problems, but additionally by escalating the negative thoughts these individuals already have around dental problems. This lifelong fear can affect any person, and can be especially traumatic since a result of poor early the child years dental experiences.

#Westside Pediatric Dentistry

[daisylikesmedia]

Series 2 Episode 7: The Idiot's Lantern

It's the 1950s, the Queen is becoming the Queen, and TVs are a thing! Let's get into it.

Ok let's start with what I like again. The Doctor & Rose absolutely memeing on a fascist is v fun, even as a kid I loved that lil scene. And the ending scene with the father being forced to move out and the kid being able to pursue his dreams, it's a poggers.

And that's it. That's all I like I'm gonna be honest lkdjfh. The villain is goofy. The idea of face-eating televisions is a bit out there but still within the realm of Dr Who. But omg the dialogue they give The Wire is just ehhhhhhh not good.

Alongside this, whilst the peril of "woah Rose got her face stolen" is supposed to raise the stakes of the story, it just doesn't rly work for me. Maybe this could've been used as a way to develop the character of Rose, maybe show she's getting a bit cocky having been around The Doctor for so long. But no, it's not touched on again. The Doctor seems fine to let Rose run off and essentially get herself killed, and Rose's attitude suggests she'd do the same in a heartbeat. I'd understand this attitude if maybe this hubris is supposed to come and bite them on the butt in a future episode (and arguably that's what Doomsday does), but I don't think that ever happens, and thus it makes this duo a TARDIS team I simply don't enjoy watching in these kinds of episodes.

The climax scene of The Doctor climbing up this broadcast pylon is also ridiculously cartoony and makes no sense whatsoever. He gets zapped 3 times and doesn't fall off yet that same electricity zoop de woop's Mr Magpie outta there. It's a silly ending that doesn't earn it's sillyness.

TL:DR/Overview: Unfortunately there's not much to say because I simply don't like this episode or what it does. It offers no progression for our main cast (in fact it could be argued this episode was a regression for them). It offers a villain who somehow manages to be both incredibly silly and incredibly boring at the same time. It offers nothing for me, bar a couple of nice anti-fascist scenes (albeit done in the guise of fuck the attitude of the 1950s, not fuck fascists).

I have the E tier for egregious episodes. For episodes that aren't just bad, but reduce the value of the series/show as a whole with them being in it. I can forgive New Earth not capitalising on its potential because there's a lot of fun in it. I can forgive Tooth & Claw for being a bit dull because it nails the character of Queen Victoria. I can't forgive how this episode treats The Doctor & Rose just because of a couple of decent scenes. This is my first E tier episode.

#daisy reviews media #doctor who #10th doctor

[loveless-scribes]

Uchiha Itachi: NSFW Alphabet

So, it has come to my attention that Itachi of the Uchiha has been done a disservice in the eyes of the internet and been called terrible names. *COUGH* vanilla *COUGH* basic *HACK* I assure you, my friends, nothing could be further from the truth! And so, I present to you, my interpretation of the one and only. Enjoy.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aftercare is not optional. It is just as much a part of the experience as foreplay and the actual sex. 

Will he clean you up? Not religiously, like it’s something he’ll do every time, but yes, he would. If you’re still feeling tired or lingering in bed by the time he’s gotten cleaned up, he wouldn’t think twice and just take care of you as well. If you mention that you think it’s sweet or you enjoy it, then… YES, he would absolutely start doing this religiously. 

Expect hairstroking and holding you to his chest, letting you listen to his heartbeat. If you want to share your 4 AM thoughts here, he’ll be down for it and let you know what he thinks about your ideas. After you’ve fallen asleep he will stay awake sorting through his thoughts, over what it means to have you by his side and the risks involved for you. This is pretty much the only time in the day that it’s safe to be vulnerable with his thoughts and so, this is where he will think about what you mean to him, and press a kiss to your forehead before finally going to sleep himself. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Eyes, definitely. The eyes are known to be the windows to the heart and his own eyes define so much of his life and his destiny, so yes, he could stare into his partner’s eyes for an almost uncomfortably long time, drinking them in. I can’t really say he’s a butt or boobs guy cuz that’s not how his mind is wired. He’s wired to be mission-oriented and there’s no room in his mind for distractions but on his S/O he would appreciate and worship every inch of her. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Um… breeding kink, anyone? Defo see him as having one. Is this an underlying psychological thing because he was deprived of having a normal family? At the same time, though, he’s in no rush to have children of his own, because he knows what a terrible place this world can be. But the desire to spill his seed deep into his S/O’s womb is deeply ingrained. Modern birth-control would really solve this problem. 

Also, swallowing. *COUGH* If someone does this for him it will go straight to his head. Prepare to be rewarded. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Hmm… I almost feel guilty about characterizing him like this, but I could see him somewhere deep down having a desire to have his partner submit to him? Not in the sense that he would ask for that, but if he had a wet dream about his S/O she would probably be on her knees, and he would feel guilty about it the next day and be a little sweeter than usual to her. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Okay! So, this is an unpopular opinion, but I don’t think Itachi is inexperienced! Even if we take Canon!Ita (but maybe age him up a little) I feel like there could be situations, mission-related, or pursued by women he objectively finds appealing, where saying no is just more inconvenient than going along with it. Especially if it’s for the sake of a mission, he wouldn’t think twice. Or if he does it in order to not blow his cover. While he does largely turn admirers away, more for their own good and because he’s generally not interested, I do believe he could have realistically encountered situations in his travels that led to sexual encounters. He hasn’t taken a vow of chastity, so I don’t see why he should go to unreasonable lengths to say no?

So yeah, in my mind he definitely has some experience, but not a whole lot. Obviously, he takes necessary precautions to ensure those brief dalliances stay just that. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Hahahaha, so I had to do some research to find out what this position is called. The Mastery? Basically, it’s woman on top but the couple is in a seated position. Meaning, he gets to look into your eyes and just basically, the heightened intimacy and closeness of this position are what does it for him. Also, he has more control than in the normal girl-on-top position, so he can control the pace somewhat and help you out. 

But if you’re tired, he’ll pick you up and flip positions, he won’t wait for you to admit you’re tired and he won’t listen to your protests. He wants to see you out of your mind in ecstasy, not wondering whether or not you’re too tired to continue. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Alright, so it’s Itachi, right? He isn’t very jokey. That just is what it is. He might do something unintentionally that might make you giggle, or you could laugh out of nervousness and while he very much enjoys that sound he doesn’t really know how to provoke it from you. It’s just not his area of expertise. (Sorry, Ita. Couldn’t give you this one.)

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Hmm… well, Itachi definitely is clean by nature, and is definitely well-groomed and particular in all aspects of his life, so… I’m going to go with trimmed. Neat and orderly. Just like everything else about him. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I lowkey just want to link my oneshots to this, cuz they say it all, but alright! He will want to be connected to his S/O. That means either being able to see her face, or if the position doesn’t allow for it to hear her voice the entire time. He’s good at that. He’s so sweet and considerate and perceptive. He knows what’s working for you and what isn’t even without you saying a word, He may not have a whole lot of experience, but he has an innate talent (because doesn’t he just… with everything?) and he’s an exceptionally quick learner. He will legit ruin you for anyone else because if you ever ARE with anyone else and they snap at you, “What do you think I am, a mind reader?” You’ll realize what Itachi was doing.

So, yeah. He wants to make sure you’re into it and you’re taken care of and you’re near delirious with pleasure before he decides to let go himself. Being self-sacrificial and caring for others is in his nature. So, yeah, you really need to man up and figure out what he needs because he isn’t going to tell you. But you’re smart. You’ll work it out. (OR JUST READ THE REST OF THIS ALPHABET.)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Sorry, no. Don’t see him doing this. You have to consider how disciplined the guy is, and how insanely busy. It really is kind of a waste of time at the end of the day and if he wants it that badly, he can just make the trip to see you. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Teasing, edging, getting you to beg. He feels bad for you, he really does. But how much more can you take? You won’t know until you know. He’ll reward you for your patience though. And let’s be honest, you’ll love it, teasing and all. Not to mention mindfucking you to oblivion.  

So, I went through an alleged “complete” list of 239 kinks to try and answer this question and most of it was just… weird. So, let’s do this differently. What follows is an incomplete list of things I could potentially see him being into or good at or have an interest in. In no particular order: mirrors, sub/dom play (with a little coaxing and admitting to himself that this is even a thing that he’s into. It would absolutely be limited to the bedroom, though), sensory deprivation, and.... bear with me here, but… I could see him having a hand for Shibari. THINK ABOUT IT. Those knots and things they learned to tie in the ninja academy? And we know Itachi is the best of the best in everything he does. So, I don’t think this is beyond the realm of possibility. 

Generally speaking, though, he just doesn’t have the time for this stuff. BUT IF HE DID…

And now, this is exclusive to AM!Ita but he most likely has a praise kink. Being hated and cursed for eons, and being disillusioned with his own role, if his S/O comes in and tells him how great he is, how handsome, how wonderful. How good he is at what he does. How wonderful he makes her feel. Mmmm. I can see that doing things to him. XD

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Ideally, in a lake or a river. Outdoor bathing spaces are generally approached with caution, so even if someone were to come by they would call out and make sure no one is there first, which means, less risk of getting caught. And I mean, this is Itachi… He’s an S-rank exiled nin. HE KNOWS HOW TO NOT GET CAUGHT. LOL. But yeah, he spends a lot of time out-of-doors. He’s more accustomed to the starry sky overhead than the roof of a house or woodland cabin. In my interpretation, he feels very much at peace when surrounded by nature and he would enjoy being intimate with you in that setting. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Confidence. Enthusiasm. Not necessarily seduction, if it’s a stranger he’s dealing with, this is more of a turn-off than anything. But if it’s his S/O and she turns up the charm and crooks a finger at him… You might even get a smile on that stoic face. I don’t see him being into the shy and stuttering type. If you blush and say, “No! St- stop!” He’ll literally stop. And probably apologize. AND NOT DO IT AGAIN.

If you try and explain to him that your no doesn’t mean no… Ah, yeah. He’s not into that. Be straightforward. Say what you mean. Don’t play games with him. He’ll see right through you. 

That being said, being a lonely fighter all his life means he’s very sensitive to your touch. Just run a hand along his shoulder in passing and he’ll grab it and press a kiss to your palm, and haul you in. I could see him being into your hands. It really isn’t hard to turn him on, it’s hard to earn his trust and a position in his life that gives you the right to touch him and be touched by him. But when you’re there, it’s the easiest thing in the world. A smile, a kiss, a brush of your fingers over his collarbones. He’s a goner. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Pegging. This goes without saying. I can’t really think of much else he wouldn’t be into. I mean, stuff that’s a little more out there. Watersports. Daddy/Mommy kinks. Actual exhibitionism, (not genjutsu version) no way is he going to let anyone look in on your most intimate moments. Impact play. He knows very well what his hands are capable of, and there’s a lot of blood on them, so he really wouldn’t be into stuff that involves actually hurting you. 

If his S/O likes it VERY rough, he might resort to genjutsu so that she gets what she wants, but he doesn’t have to actually hurt her. Other than that, bruising, choking, the usual level of roughness? Bring it on. Being adept with his hands also means he knows very well where that fine line between pain and pleasure is. 

Not to mention, he’s very perceptive, so he’ll figure out what you’re into even without you saying it. He’s also very giving so he’ll focus more on your preferences than his own. But if the day ever comes where you realize what submission does to him… The man would be putty in your hands. Kukukukuku...

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Both. 

Giving, because he has absolute control over your pleasure, and because he enjoys how easily he can drive you out of your mind. We’ve established that he’s a terrible tease, so driving you to the brink and leaving you hanging, feeling every single one of your reactions… It’s good stuff. 

Receiving takes the cake though. Being that vulnerable with someone, even having someone he can trust that much. It’s definitely something he’s very partial to, something that makes him soft towards you, and something that plays into his forbidden desire of seeing you submit, whether or not he’s aware of it. He’ll make sure to return the favor tenfold.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

This is an odd question I think, because… doesn’t it depend? On how much time he has, on how the two of you are feeling, on what the mood is? 

Anyways, I’m going to go ahead and say slow and sensual because he really is a man who likes to take his time with you. He likes to feel every one of your responses, hear every little mewl and whimper and moan that crosses your lips. He definitely makes it an experience. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not his preference, but he isn’t above having a quickie if that’s all that time allows. But he would definitely follow up with a proper session at a later time, then. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Itachi is so nice. He really is. There’s nothing you could want that he wouldn’t be willing to try at least once for your sake. I mean, apart from the stuff listed under “N”. 

And would he take risks? YES, HE WOULD. Because his assessment of the risks varies greatly from yours. So, something that you would think is very risky, might seem not risky at all to him, because he knows exactly how to go unseen, unnoticed. You might think he’s being risky, but he’s well aware there was a 0% chance you were going to get caught. Because Itachi skillz.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Stamina! *insert sparkles* AM!Ita has been established in the works, so I think that needs no comment. Canon!Itachi is a freaking fighter. An S-class exiled nin. Someone who claims Itachi has no stamina wants to start something with me. DID YOU SEE HIM HAND SASUKE’S ASS TO HIM? Despite his illness? He lost because he CHOSE to lose. I don’t see the Akatsuki hauling out a wheelchair for Itachi to go on his missions, so don’t go telling me nothing about Itachi having no stamina. SHAKE MY HEAD WHILE JUDGING YOU.

Dude is strong as hell. And you can’t tell me some bedroom fun is more physically taxing than literal superhuman battles against huge ass tailed beasts! It’s just ridiculous. I’m not here to rant. Better calm down.

I’m here to tell you our man can go for at least three rounds and you will *GUARANTEED* always tire out before he does. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes. The sharingan. THE ONLY TOY YOU WILL EVER NEED. As mentioned above, he’s not above using his skills to heighten your pleasure, and mess with your mind. But actual, physical toys? Nah, the thought processes that would lead to considering, comparing, and actually purchasing those are just so foreign to his thinking. It would never even cross his mind. What can a toy even do that he can’t do better? (To his thinking anyway. Well, he’s not wrong.)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He will make you beg. Absolutely. He’s totally unfair. He will have casual conversations with you while driving you out of your wits. And then he’ll ask you why you’re not answering him. Ask you what’s wrong. Ask you what you want. LIKE HE DOESN’T KNOW. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Itachi is very restrained and disciplined so, unfortunately, this means he isn’t very vocal. I know, cry with me, it’s such a waste. *hires an orchestra of the world’s smallest violins* BUT that means when you do manage to make him groan or moan in pleasure, it’s such a huge ego boost. Apart from the sounds he makes when hitting a climax, he’s generally in control and whispering praise and teasings into your ear or over your skin.

If you want him to talk, get on your knees and give him some head. Not kidding. Mentioned it above already. He gets to let go, a lot of his secret kinks are getting fulfilled, he feels vulnerable and is cool with it. He’ll dig his hands into your hair, cup your cheek, his eyes will roll into the back of his head and he’ll tell you on a low moan what a good girl you are. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

So, let’s say you’re waiting to talk to him and he’s busy meeting with some people or whatever and you’re standing off to the side patiently. He just briefly glances at you before turning back to his comrades and BOOM. Next thing you know, he’s got you by the neck, has you pinned against his desk/table/whatever (this was originally a Hokage!Ita headcanon so do with that what you will), and is doing unspeakable things to you in front of everyone. No sooner does the encounter come to an end, than you suddenly wake up and find yourself still standing right where you were, until it happens again, and this time he takes you against the wall. It’s an illusion wrapped in an illusion wrapped in an illusion more times than you can count and when you finally do come to your senses, you can barely stand. The meeting is over. Itachi turns toward you, “You wanted to speak with me?”

Ah, yes. Good old Itachi mindfuckery.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I mean, muscles, yes? Lots of them. Man’s fit as a fiddle. He’s a ninja. So, yes, the entire delicious length of him is covered in lean, firm muscle. He’s clearly well-endowed because… he just is. Maybe not the longest cucumber in the farmer’s market (which isn’t to say he isn’t long, because he is… don’t claim I called him short) but thick and veiny and above all else, attached to a man with a brain who knows how to use it efficiently. Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

This is a tough one, because the constraints are not on his drive, but on his time. He’ll take whatever chances he can to be with you. AM!Ita is established to have a very high sex drive, but he also has restraint, so when you’re not into it, he’s cool with it. As if that would ever happen. So, I would have to say, the actual encounters will unfortunately be far between because of his lifestyle, but he will always make up for lost time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Kind of already mentioned this above, that those moments afterwards with you are his most vulnerable moments where he feels relatively safe and at ease, so he stays awake for a long time after, sorting through his thoughts. Also, he won’t say this to you, but it’s his job to protect you, so there is no way he’ll fall asleep before you do. Not gonna happen.

#uchiha itachi #itachi #alphabet #itachi smut

[kasienda]

A Miraculous Reveal - Just an Ordinary (Bad) Day

Marinette choked back a cry as her eyes landed on the black butterfly that fluttered towards her. She slid down to the ground, and pulled her knees to her chest. How had she sunk this low? Yeah, her day had sucked, but it was the suck of an ordinary bad day where everything seemed to go wrong.

But it shouldn’t have been soul ending. Ladybug’s responsibilities hadn’t interrupted Marinette’s life at all. Chloé hadn’t been picking on or undermining her. Lila hadn’t cornered her in the bathroom, and while her history teacher was probably irritated that she had run out of class, she wasn’t facing a potential expulsion.

It was just an ordinary bad day.

Surely, not anything worthy of an akuma. Especially not an akuma for Ladybug.

Marinette should have been able to handle it. She always handled it. She just needed to breathe deeply and calm herself down.

And yet, the akuma fluttered ever closer.

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“Marinette!” Tikki hissed. “You need to breathe.”

Marinette choked off a sob, scuttled backwards on her butt away from the sparkling butterfly, and did as her kwami advised. She took long and even breaths, trying to soothe herself, but she was losing the battle. Her tears threatened to claw back up her throat anyway.

It had been an absolutely terrible day.

It had started with the nightmares. She hadn’t been able to fall into slumber without tearing awake an hour later with her pajamas sticking to her sweat soaked form, struggling for air. On a bad night, Marinette didn’t always remember the haunting images that plagued her attempts at rest, but she would tear awake with a pounding heart and crying eyes just the same.

But this night, the dreams were far too vivid. In some, she faced the concerned faces of her friends and family, but she didn’t know their names. In another, she lived underground, living off rats after Hawkmoth’s dystopian wish came to fruition in the form of iron-clad authoritarian rule. But the worst nightmare featured Chat Blanc’s soulless blue eyes staring straight through her - never seeing his partner and friend. He hunted her through forests covered in winter white, or he threw her off the tallest building in Paris. And in the last one, he hadn’t tried to hurt her at all.

No, he had tried to turn his cataclysmic power on himself.

He had been so alone. Died alone in a desolate world.

She hadn’t been able to save him.

And after that, she had been unwilling to try again for sleep.

It felt like she hadn’t slept at all. Her head existed in a fog with a dull ache between her temples. Her thoughts and motivation were even more sluggish than usual this morning. She wished that she could just sleep through one whole night just once this week. Was that too much to ask?

When she hadn’t made it out of the bathroom quickly enough, her mother had been kind enough to leave a breakfast tray on her desk. Only, with a towel over her head as she was drying her hair, Marinette hadn’t seen it. She had knocked the whole tray - strewn with eggs, toast, and coffee - over onto the floor when she stumbled past. It wouldn’t have been a big deal except she had a project laid out on the floor. A pattern pinned in place that she hadn’t cut out yet. The coffee alone no doubt ruined the fabric she had spent months saving up to buy.

Marinette fell to her knees in front of the disaster.

Her mother found her there still clad in only her towel, staring stoically over the lost project.

When thin warm arms wrapped around her, Marinette’s started in surprise.

“Oh Marinette, I’m so sorry,” her mother apologized. “I didn’t mean to risk your project. I was trying to save you some time.”

Marinette shook her head against her mother’s chest. “It wasn’t your fault,” the teenager responded tonelessly. “I didn’t see it.”

“I can’t promise anything,” her mother soothed, as her hand rubbed warm circles along her back. “But I will try to save the fabric.”

Marinette nodded, but she couldn’t bring herself to tear her eyes from the disaster. She didn’t know what she was feeling, but whatever it was, it wasn’t good. And it wasn’t really about the fabric. It was about everything.

If Ladybug hadn’t been needed last night, no doubt Marinette would have finished cutting the pieces out, and had the project tucked away safely.

If Marinette wasn’t the Guardian, she would have had more time to earn more money to replace the loss, and she would have more time in general to recreate the now soggy patterns. More time to spend on the things that brought her joy.

As it was, Papillon had her up and running frantic at all times of day and night.

It wasn’t fair.

“Marinette, I will clean this up,” her mother assured her, still rubbing her back. “Do you think you could start getting ready for school again?”

Marinette stumbled to her feet, and began the usual mad dash to collect all her things before heading off to school.

She was only five minutes late by the time she ran out the door, with a ham and cheese quiche in her bag as a second attempt at sustenance. It wasn’t until she had fallen into her usual seat beside her best friend that she realized she had forgotten her essay.

The essay that she had actually completed, proofread, edited, and printed out. The assignment was no doubt still laying in her printer’s document tray on her desk in her room.

She let her head fall to the desk in frustration. Why did it have to be for Mendeliev? Any other teacher would have let her retrieve the paper during lunch and turn it in for full credit. But Mendeliev? While the science teacher was never very sympathetic with anyone, she had lost all patience with Marinette and her scatterbrained tendencies months ago.

Which is why Marinette’s grade was in jeopardy. She could not afford this late penalty. Having to retake the course in summer school was the absolute last thing she needed to add onto her plate.

At the end of class she had asked anyway, but the stern science teacher glared down her nose. “We’ve already had this conversation, Marinette,” she said coldly. “I’ve no interest in repeating it now.”

Her head hung low, Marinette trudged into the hallway barely noticing the bustle of students around her. Until one of them crashed into her and icy cold swept across her front.

“Oh my god! Marinette!” Rose’s shrill voice punctuated her shock. “I’m so sorry!”

“Marinette!” another voice crooned mockingly. “Finally found a fashion statement that suits your personality, I see!”

“Shut up, Chloé!” Alya barked already at her friend’s side, trying to help wring out the dark liquid from Marinette’s original shirt.

Marinette crumpled like paper on the spot. Hot tears sprang to her eyes, her throat closed up, and her chest felt tight.  

Rose squeezed her hand, as tears sprang to her blue eyes. “Marinette,” she sobbed. “I’m really sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. I was just running to meet Juleka. It was an accident. Please forgive me.”

Marinette squeezed Rose’s hand in return. “I-it’s okay, Rose. I-I know it was an accident. Today… today, has just…” and she choked on the words.

“Ladies!” Damocles’ voice barked across the courtyard. “Get to class!”

“But sir!” Alya objected. “Marinette needs to get cleaned up.”

The principal eyed the three girls. “Marinette is fully capable of cleaning herself up in the restroom. You and Rose need to get to class.”

Her friends glared daggers at the principal’s disapproving frown, but eventually shouldered their bags, and turned towards class with sympathetic smiles and slumped shoulders

Suddenly, Marinette stood alone in the courtyard in her sopping wet blouse. She blinked her eyes furiously, beating back the tears that threatened to fall. When she could breathe easily again through the lump in her throat she picked up her bag, and made her way slowly to the bathroom.

But within the privacy of the tiny girl’s bathroom, her emotions caught up with her again, and was soon weeping softly as she tried unsuccessfully to dab the coffee out of her pale pink shirt.

How much was too much, before a girl couldn’t take it anymore?

She fought against the thought, and forced her breathing to slow until she could dam up the flow of tears. She could do this.

She was Ladybug.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Alya: Hey girl. I just received a slip to leave for a dentist appointment. I have to go. Are you going to be okay?

The words blurred for a second, before Marinette stubbornly wiped her eyes, and recentered her breathing all over again. Of course, she would be okay.

She was Ladybug.

She typed back a quick response assuring Alya that she would manage.  

After she finished rinsing her shirt the best she could, and using a hand dryer to get it down to damp rather than soaking, she returned to class.

Marinette ducked under the teacher’s disapproving gaze, and scrambled to her seat.

History proved to be particularly dreary that day. The teacher was just droning on and on. She would have had difficulty enough paying attention on a normal day. As it was, Marinette’s emotional reserves were shot and with Alya gone for her appointment, and Adrien absent for who knew what, there was nothing there to distract her. Soon, she caught herself nodding off.

“Marinette!” Her teacher’s sudden unexpected voice tore her from her unsanctioned nap. “If you stay awake in class, you might actually score higher than a D on the next exam.”

And that was the straw she could not handle. Tears burst from her in uncontrolled torrents. Right in the middle of class. Consoling and judgemental comments alike had poured in around her.

She didn’t wait for the teacher to call the class back to order. Instead, she bolted for the exit.

She had thought she could soothe herself in the privacy of the empty hallway, but instead she had found herself on the ground, backed into a corner on her butt, face to face with an akuma.  

It honestly was almost pretty. Electric violet sparkled across the butterfly’s black fluttering wings.

Some part of her wanted to reach out and touch it.

Because Marinette was sick of crying, tired of being the bigger person, and far too aware that her thin shoulders could not bear the weight of protecting an entire city from a terrorist indefinitely.

She had no fall back position. She was it! A sixteen year old girl. Who thought that was a good idea?

If she was going to lose someday anyway, why not today?

Tikki’s bulbous form flew into her face and took up her entire field of vision.

“Marinette!” Tikki hissed. “You need to breathe,” she added gently.

Marinette nodded, trying to follow those directions.

Because she couldn’t be akumatized. No one would know Ladybug was out of commission. No one could bring out extra allies from the miracle box.

But her throat was tight and her chest felt hollow and she just wanted to curl up on herself and cry.

Chat Noir would have to face her alone.

The butterfly melted into her earrings. She felt them grow hot, but she couldn’t move as the electric violet flooded her vision.

Hello, Lady Liberty.

His voice was cold, but booming. It seemed to scream from inside her own head. Her hands clutched either side of her face.

“Marinette!” Tikki yelled, but Marinette had to strain to hear her.

You bear a heavy load. Let me ease your burden by allowing you to let it all go. You can be free.

Hot tears ran down her cheeks. Marinette wanted to let go. She wanted to be free.

But Tikki was still screaming, and Marinette knew her kwami was the one she ought to be listening to. “Don’t fight your feelings! If you fight them, they double down. Try to accept them. Forgive yourself, Marinette. Have patience and compassion for yourself. Please! Can you do that?”

Marinette nodded, but who was she nodding to? She didn’t know.

I grant you the power to free everyone from the burdens they carry.

Marinette nodded again.

“Think of something that makes you feel safe and loved,” the other voice interrupted urgently. “Something that makes you have hope! Go to that place on your mind, Marinette.”

Her mind instantly flooded with visions of her partner.

Being tangled up with him in the string of her yoyo the first time they met. He hadn’t been upset. He hadn’t doubted her ability. He had been excited and wanted to know her name.

Him diving in front of her to take a hit only to instantly fade from existence. But he had smiled, just for a moment. Like he had died happy knowing he had protected her.

His infuriating smirk every time he managed to pull off a stupid joke at a ridiculous time or one up her in some ridiculous competition.

He gave her advice - patient and heartfelt - even when she was asking for advice about confessing to another boy.

His arms wrapped around her - solid and safe - after her biggest mistake that had cost her a mentor. His faith and trust in her had never waivered.

And suddenly, she was laughing through her tears.

She was in love with Chat Noir.

When had that even happened?

It didn’t matter, but the revelation made one thing crystal clear: She couldn’t be akumatized.

That would leave her partner alone.

And she would never do that to him.

Marinette gasped for air as the butterfly broke away. The akuma couldn’t hold her. Not like this, not with the joy that flooded her form at the realization that she could be happy - that she could make her kitty happy.

The winged creature flapped away, and Marinette sagged to her knees. Her bones felt like jelly, but she was giggling hysterically.

The black butterfly flew away. Only once it was out of sight did it occur to her that she should have transformed and purified it.

But she hadn’t been thinking at all, and now Ladybug was going to have to deal with an akuma.

She supposed that was better than Ladybug being the akuma.

Muffled screams pierced the silence, followed by the sound of a classroom door slamming open.

Marinette didn’t move immediately. She remained huddled up on the floor unmotivated to get to her feet. Students evacuated from their rooms - some more orderly than others. Despite the chaos around her, Marinette remained unaffected by it.

Even an explosion rocking the ground beneath her legs still folded underneath her form, was not enough to bring her out of her funk. Paris could wait for five minutes.

“Well, look at you!” Chat Noir’s booming voice echoed from the courtyard. “Aren’t you a regular class act?”

Marinette was running for a safe spot to transform before she had made the conscious decision. While she was willing to make Paris wait, she couldn’t leave her partner fighting for a second longer than necessary.

Not ever.

No matter how done she wanted to be with this day.

“M’lady!” He greeted happily when she landed beside him.

“What’ve we got?”

“Apparently a pop quiz burst this kid’s bubble!” Her partner reported, his green vertical pupils never leaving their adversary. “Apparently he was angling for an A in Geometry.”

She sighed. How mundane. “His teacher is the target?”

“Monsier Fontaine,” he clarified.

She nodded. “Let’s get this over with, kitty.”

The akuma wasn’t particularly dangerous, which wasn’t surprising since she knew he hadn’t been Hawkmoth’s first choice.

But Ladybug was having trouble keeping her head in the game - she was still raw and shaky from too close a call. She stumbled through an easy dodge more than once. But Chat was always there hauling her to her feet or blocking the attack.

Once he had her upright and centered for the fourth time, she wasted no more time waiting for an opening and immediately called for her lucky charm.

A spotted frying pan fell into her hands. She blinked at the pan, her mind remaining stubbornly blank. She had no clue what to do with this!

“What amazing plan will you cook up next?” Chat grinned at her, his baton spinning in his hands blocking another blow.

She looked into his smiling eyes, and everything instantly fell into place. God, he always was exactly what she needed. Of course she had fallen in love with him.

The battle lasted another twenty-two seconds.

But when Chat Noir offered her a fist for their traditional victory fist bump, she knocked it aside and seized him in a hug instead.

He stiffened for a second, but then his tension fell away and his arms encircled protectively around her. “LB? Are you okay? I didn’t think that battle was that hard. I certainly don’t remember dying that time.”

“Shut up!” she whispered into his chest as she clung to him.

His arms tightened around her. “As you wish, M’lady.” His head leaned against her own and she stood there feeling the comfort of his solid warm frame holding her upright. They just stood there for several seconds. Everything was quiet. Then his chest was vibrating. Was he purring?

She hadn’t known he could do that.

She nuzzled her cheek into his chest, closer to the soothing vibration.

“LB, are you okay?” he asked again.

She shook her head. “I just had a really bad day.”

Her earrings beeped in warning, but she remained within his embrace.

He sighed and melted against her. “Who do I need to beat up?” he mumbled.

She giggled. “I’ll text you my list.”

“I’ll take care of it by end of day tomorrow,” he joked, his voice tickling her inner ear.

She knew he was joking, but she grinned anyway. He was always on her side, no questions asked.

“I need to talk to you somewhere private. Where do you think would be safe from prying eyes?”

He pulled away just an inch and searched her face intently. She had no idea what he saw, and she quickly found her gaze falling into her hands, a heated blush creeping out from under her mask.

“Do you remember that café we went to after patrol last week?”

She nodded.

“There’s a deep balcony in the alleyway about three stories up. The building is closed for renovations, but the balcony is untouched.

“Perfect. Go recharge, and meet me there?” She requested.

“See you in ten, M’lady!”

Ladybug launched herself up out of the school’s courtyard and onto Paris’s rooftops. Her earrings beeped again. She ducked behind a chimney, and let the transformation fall. Tikki fell into her hands.

Tikki didn’t take her offered cookie. Instead, the kwami flew up to Marinette’s face and nuzzled her head into Marinette’s cheek. “Are you okay, Marinette?”

Marinette leaned into the affectionate gesture. “I’m exhausted, Tikki. I feel raw and numb. But not as upset. Thank you, by the way. I would not have survived that without you.”

“I’m always happy to support you. I am sad that it was necessary today.”

Marinette stroked the top of her kwami’s head. “I’m going to tell him who I am.”

To her relief, Tikki didn’t object. Instead, the kwami nodded. “I understand. But if you’re emotionally done for today, just know you don’t have to talk to Chat Noir right this second. It can wait until tomorrow or next patrol.”

Marinette shook her head. “Today proved that not telling him is a potentially huge risk. I am not going to sleep again until I fix it. And plus, he deserves to know. He’s wanted to know for so long.” She trailed off for a moment as her feelings caught up with her all over again. “He’s going to be so happy,” she whispered, a tear slipped down her cheek even as she giggled.

“You love him?” Tikki asked with a soft smile.

“I don’t even know when it happened!” Marinette exclaimed. “And that stupid cat is never going to let me live it down,” she grumbled.

Tikki did a happy little dance in the air. “I’m happy for you, Marinette. You deserve to be happy.”

“Thank you, Tikki. Now, let’s go.”

Tikki inhaled the cookie in two gulps. Marientte called for her transformation and launched herself into the skyline once again, her heart light even if butterflies fluttered in her stomach with nervous energy.

She arrived at their meeting place. He was already there sitting in a lotus position frowning into space. His expression brightened when he caught sight of her.

“Are you okay?” he asked for the third time, his eyes shining with concern.

And she found herself lost in his gaze - sincere and yet, incredibly open. How had she ever turned this boy down?

“I…” she trailed off, unable to find words. She just needed to say it. Why was she hesitating? This was going to make everything easier and he would be thrilled, wouldn’t he? He had always wanted to know.

But he hadn’t asked in a long time. Maybe he had moved on. Like she had asked him to.

She shook her head at herself. It didn’t matter. She had been akumatized. This wasn’t about what either of them felt. Not telling him was putting millions in danger every single day.

She found herself smiling.

“M’lady?”

She dropped down next to him, deep into the private balcony with walls on three sides. The balcony wasn’t designed to have a view. She suspected its function was just to allow the inhabitants to be outside.

“Tikki, spots off,” she whispered.

“Woah! What are you doing?” he demanded, turning his head away.

That wouldn’t do. She took his face gently between her hands. He didn’t resist as her skin tight suit peeled away in a ripple of pink light.

He just stared at her, his eyes wide in shock. “M-Marinette? But… I saw you… and L-ladybug.”

“Fox miraculous,” she explained.

“Ah,” was all he managed to say, his beautiful green eyes wide with shock.

“I-is this okay?” she asked.

He blinked at her dumbly. “Uh, y-yes, of course it is, m’lady! More than okay! Just completely unexpected.”

“You don’t have to reciprocate,” she told him.

He blanched. “Are you kidding me?! Plagg, cla-”

She pinched his lips closed with her bare hands. “No! Wait! Let’s talk first. You can reveal yourself after if you still want to.”

“But I…” he objected, his body tense and unmoving.

She covered his mouth again. “Please?”

He sagged against her hold. She didn’t remove her hand until he nodded. “Whatever you need, M’lady Princess.”

Every muscle in her body loosened at the new combined affectionate nickname. Princess. She was his princess. And his lady.

“Tikki?” Marinette called.

The kwami nodded.

“Spots on.” And she let her magical energies wrap her once again in its protective warmth.

Chat’s eyes were as wide as canyons as he watched her display. “Wow! That was… amazing. Your transformation is like a dance. You’re so graceful. I mean… I knew that, but this is just like the epitome of...”

She covered her face with her gloved hands, trying to cover the heat she felt growing from the bottom of her mask. “Please, stop,” she begged. How was she ever going to tell this boy what she needed to when he kept sending her thoughts and feelings scrambling in a million different directions with gushing praise?

He grinned. “I can’t help it,” he objected. “You’re so amazing. I mean... I already knew that, but now…” he trailed off and really looked at her. “I’ve suspected you more than once. I just…  But after kwami buster, I assumed it was just wishful thinking.”

Her jaw dropped. “You wanted me to be her?”

He barked a laugh. “You have no idea.”

Her blush bloomed from her cheeks to the very tips of her ears. But she didn’t know what to say, and the silence stretched between them.

“So… uh…” his hand rubbed the back of his neck. “What changed your mind?”

She wrapped her arms around her stomach in an attempt to soothe herself - to assure herself that she hadn’t truly become an akuma. She hadn’t betrayed her duty or her partner in that low moment. “I just... I need you to know.” It was all she managed to say before her throat seemed to snap closed, choking off everything else she needed to say.

“It must’ve been some bad day to convince you to go against the prime directive of superheroing,” he offered, his voice gentle and soft.

And she laughed, but within seconds her mirth transformed into tears and she was finally crying, the sobs tearing through her.

His arms instantly wrapped around her. And she fell into his embrace and just let herself cry.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m right here,” he soothed, his hands rubbing comforting circles on her back.

And she cried herself out. It was a good cry. A release of not just the day, but also of all the tension and stress she had carried for weeks, or maybe years, with no place to unburden herself.

Until today.

“What happened?” he asked when her cries had finally faded.

The question was thrilling. Amazing even because it occurred to her that for the first time since taking up the mantle of Ladybug, for the first time in years, she didn’t have to filter anything.

“It’s stupid really. Just a bunch of little things that all added up.” And she told him all of it. About the nightmares, and she’d tell him about the reality of Chat Blanc soon. But for now, she stayed focused on the day. She spoke of her ruined fabric, her feelings that mishap had triggered about being Ladybug and the Guardian, about her blouse getting ruined, about her friends not being there in class, and her stupid stupid teachers wo just didn’t understand that homework could never be her top priority. “And I could have handled all of it, I swear! It’s just so hard on top of all of this. The akuma was the last straw.”

“Akumas do have the worst timing,” he commented.

She sighed. He didn’t realize that she didn’t mean the monster they just fought, but the raw little black butterfly.

“It was meant for me,” she admitted softly. “It actually succeeded in melding with my earrings.”

He turned rigid underneath her, suddenly as frozen as an ice sculpture.

Her grip around him tightened. “And you know what I was most angry about, Chaton?” she continued, determined to get all of it out. “I wasn’t angry at Papillion. Not really. I was just upset that I couldn’t let myself be akumatized. I’m the only person in Paris who isn’t allowed to just say “fuck it” and let the butterfly take me. The only person who isn’t allowed to have a bad day. I want to be able to have a bad day!”

“I want to be able to let myself be akumatized, and just be able to trust that Ladybug and Chat Noir will take care of it. Why don’t I get that?”

She pulled back just enough to see his face, and she was horrified to see the tear tracks down his cheeks.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!”

His eyes landed on hers. “Whatever for?” he demanded.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry,” she admitted, brushing his tears away with her thumb. “I’m sorry that I’m so pathetic. That I wasn’t strong enough.”

He pulled back, and turned her so they were looking right at one another eye to eye. He had a hand on either one of her shoulders. She felt like he was staring directly into her soul, but she couldn’t look away. She had never once seen him so serious.

“Buginette, I need you to hear me right now,” he paused as if expecting her to object. When she didn’t, he continued. “You are the strongest person I know. From what you said, I gather that you were able to throw off an akuma after it had gotten you.”

She nodded confirmation.

“I’ve never known anyone to do that. I didn’t know it was possible. Maybe someone has done it before. I guess I wouldn’t have a way of knowing, but… I guess what I’m saying is that you’re not pathetic. Not even close. You’re so strong, and incredibly resilient. And I don’t know how you’ve done everything you do as Ladybug and as Marinette for so long.”

His eyes bored into hers, never once did he look away.

“And you’re allowed to be human, Buginette. And this feels weird to say, but I want you to be able to have a bad day, too.”

She laughed. And he smiled in response, touching his forehead to hers. His compelling green eyes filled up her whole vision.

“I’m sorry that you’ve felt so alone in holding the mantle of Ladybug. I’m sorry that I haven’t been here in the way that you needed.”

She shook her head. “That’s not true! You’ve always been here. You’ve always given me what I needed even when I didn’t realize. And me feeling alone was more my fault than yours,” she insisted. “I’m the one that insisted on keeping our identities secret. I thought it was too dangerous to share our identities.”

She pressed her lips together in thought.

“But when I was facing that akuma, I realized that not sharing is dangerous, too. That I’ve been keeping all my secrets in one basket. And while that makes them harder to lose, it also makes me more vulnerable. If I hadn't been able to fight off that akuma, you wouldn’t have had any back up and you wouldn’t have known that Ladybug wasn’t coming.”

“You’d likely be an absolutely terrible akuma,” he commented. “I mean, you kick ass without anything boosting your skills. I’m going to have nightmares about akumanette now.” His tone was light.

She stuck her tongue out at his teasing. He smirked.

She allowed the moment of silliness before growing solemn and serious once again. “Master Fu kept all his secrets in one basket and kept himself hidden for over a century. He told one person - me. And less than two years went by, and all it took was one stupid thoughtless mistake on my part and it all came toppling down!”

Chat squeezed her shoulder. “It wasn’t your fault. It’s also easier for him to stay hidden and keep secrets when there aren’t akumas out terrorizing the street every other day!”

“And I don’t even know how to do this as well as him,” she continued to rant as if he hadn’t spoken. “And I am falling apart, Chaton.” she broke into soft sobs again.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he soothed. “I’m right here. And now that I know who you are, I’m going to be so present and so supportive you’re going to wish that you had never revealed your identity!”

She traced the curve of his jawline with two fingers. “In this moment, I really don’t think I’m going to regret any of this.”

“Thank you,” he whispered.

Her eyebrows furrowed. “For?”

“For trusting me. I promise I will do everything in my power to protect you, your secret, and by extension, your loved ones.”

She nuzzled further into him, her head resting on his collar bone. She didn’t want to be caught crying again.

“I don’t know if I’m worth your devotion, Chaton,” she whispered.

His arms tightened around her waist. “Shhh! Don’t say that. It’s not true.”

The tears flowed before she could stop them. “I-I don’t know how… to be the Guardian,” she confessed.

He only smiled. “You didn’t know how to be Ladybug at first either. You rose to that challenge beautifully.”

Her lips twisted into a displeased frown. “Only because I had such an amazing partner,” she said emphatically.

“I only have ever followed your example,” he told her. “You taught me to be a hero.”

She laughed. This boy. He never stopped. “God, I love you.”

Chat Noir looked like she had clubbed him with a two by four. His eyes were overblown, and his mouth open in a little ‘o’ of surprise.

She bit her lip, trying to assess his reaction because for once in his life he was being infuriatingly silent. “I meant it. It wasn’t just a slip. I actually love you.”

He blinked at her, unmoving.

“P-please say something,” she begged.

“I… uh…”

She wilted at his hesitation. “I thought you’d be happy…”

He pulled her against his form, tucking her head under his chin. “Trust me, Bugaboo, I am over the moon! I’m not sure that this day could get any better honestly. I’m just also in shock and more than a bit confused.”

She relaxed into his embrace, melting at how natural it felt to be held in his arms.

“Since when do you love me?” he asked, his voice barely louder than a gentle breeze.

“I think it’s been a while now, but I realized it just today,” she confided into his chest.

“How?”

“When we saw the akuma, Tikki told me to go to my happy place and I thought of you,” she sat up and looked up at him then. “You’re the only place anymore I feel safe and completely understood. And I don’t know why I didn’t see it sooner.”

“What about your friends?” he whispered, his eyes swirling with an emotion she could not label.

“They’re great. But they can’t understand... and it’s not like I can explain it to them.”

“What about the boy you love?”

“I had to let him go.”

“Why?”

She leaned up against him once again, her gaze falling to their feet. “I couldn’t share all myself with him. And he doesn’t need all my baggage. Plus, I think I already missed my chance. He’s in love with someone else.”

She could hear his frown. “How do you know?”

“He told me.”

“He told you he was in love with someone else,” he repeated, the disbelief clear in his voice.

“You don’t believe me?”

“I find it hard to believe that he could love anyone else when he knows you.”

She rolled her eyes. “He told me that the girl he loved didn’t like his jokes, and since I was sitting right next to him in his fancy limo car when he said it, I knew he wasn’t talking about me.”

He went rigid underneath her. She jerked up, and searched his face. “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing!” he said, turning his gaze away.

“Then why won’t you look at me?”

He gaze swung back to her, his cheeks burning in the most beautiful pink. “I just find it impossible that he wasn’t talking about you.”

She gave him a flat look. “He definitely wasn’t talking about me.”

Chat’s gloved hands cupped both sides of her face. “He was actually.”

She was lost in his intense gaze.

“He just didn’t know it was you,” he whispered.

She stared at him for several seconds, but she shook herself and pulled away. “How would you know? You weren’t there!” she objected.

His claws scratched at the back of his neck. Her eyes zeroed in on the action. It was familiar.

“I know you don’t believe me, but It’s true. He was talking about you,” he insisted, looking right over at her. “You never have liked my jokes.”

“That’s not true! It’s not the jokes that suck!” she objected. “Though they are a bit lame,” she tacked on softly. “But it’s the timing! Your timing sucks!”

And then her expression faded. Her eyebrows scrunched towards each other under the pressure of the mask. “Wait, a second. I have never liked your jokes?”

“Well, you definitely didn’t like it when I pretended to be a wax model.”

She felt her face go slack, her eyes overblown and gaping. “A-Adrien?” she whispered.

“Hi?” He gave her a self conscious little smile.

“H-hi,” she managed back, her voice too high.

His whole face lit up in understanding. “Oh my god! You always stuttered around me because you liked me?”

Her cheeks burned hot.

“I was convinced forever that you didn’t like me at all, or that I was intimidating somehow for being a fashion icon,” he rambled.

“You were intimidating,” she broke in. “You were so kind and genuine. And just… incredibly patient. I liked you so much. I was terrified of messing things up. Which I did constantly, because I am such a spaz.”

His whole form softened, and he offered her the smallest most sincere smile and she gasped. Seriously, how had she never recognized him before this.

His hand slowly moved towards hers and he wove their fingers together, before touching his forehead to hers ever so gently. “Nothing has ever been messed up. You have always amazed me on both sides of the mask. I fell in love with Ladybug when she stood up to Hawkmoth on our first day on the job. I love the way her brain works and how her creative genius can find victory when she has almost nothing to work with.”

“And I’ve always admired Marinette for the way she goes out of the way to make everyone feel welcome - even stray cats that land on her balcony, the way she expects others to do the right thing, and the way she stands up when someone else doesn’t live up to those ideals. I love when her eyes get so big when she’s nervous and I positively love the moments when she trips over her own feet.”

She smacked him playfully, heat blazing from her neck to her ears. “Shut up! You do not!”

He laughed. “I do though! It gives me an excuse to touch her.”

She went still, her brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Every time you trip, I get to catch you or offer you a hand to get back up. I love those moments, Marinette. I’ve always cherished them.”

“Really?” She asked, her voice small, her eyes filling with emotion she could not define.

“Really,” he assured.

She moved before she thought about it. She literally threw herself at him, and he barely caught her; he was so startled. But he did catch her. Because he always caught her. And that made it really easy to kiss him.

Her lips pressed against his. And she took satisfaction from the fact that he took him a second to react, that she had managed to catch him off guard.

But then he did respond and she didn’t have the space for thought.

His hands cupped the base of her skull, cradling her whole head. His claws gently kneaded into her hair, sending tingles shooting down her neck and all the way down her spine. And his lips - they were so soft. As soft as a baby’s newborn skin. He gently sucked in on her lower lip causing her to gasp. They were sharing the same breath. His tongue tentatively brushed past her lips and she met it with her own.

Unfortunately, she eventually needed to breathe again.

“I love you,” she gasped against his mouth as she pulled away.

He smirked. “I told you that you’d fall for me eventually.”

She shoved him playfully away when he cackled happily. But she was laughing too.

“What am I going to do with you?” she demanded.

He pulled her against him again, and kissed her chastely. “Love me forever, I hope.” And then his expression grew serious. “Because I love you, Mari. I have since the day I met you.”

She grinned and traced the side of his face with a knuckle. “Forever doesn’t sound so bad,” she admitted before kissing him again.

And it really didn’t.

Even if he never let her hear the end of the fact that she had finally fallen for him despite her denials. Even if she had to put up with puns at the worst possible times. Even if he insisted on taking blow after blow for her.

If she was being honest, she didn’t want to hear the end of it. She wanted him to tease her for forever and a day. She wanted to hear his stupid jokes. And she wanted to fight with him at her side.

Because that was who he was. And she loved him.

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The Wavering Peahen: Chapter 2

When Nathalie started feeling oddly ill again, both she and Gabriel were worried that the Peacock Miraculous might somehow (impossibly) be to blame again.

So naturally, they pick someone else to be the Peacock for a bit. You know, as a test subject. Except the new Peacock… doesn’t exactly know that.

links in the reblog

Knocks at her window well after dark and after her mom had gone to bed were rarely a good thing, particularly in a city with that had akumas popping up every other day whenever someone got upset.

Lila knew that she was sitting perched on top of a mountain of lies. If someone somehow found out and got mad, that could more than explain a knock at her window at night. Except...

Well, an akuma wouldn't knock, would they? Smashing through walls was much more their style.

A second knock sounded, clearly much more impatient. Ever-so-cautiously, Lila finally pushed herself off of her bed and approached her window, squinting into the dark outside. A large shape came into focus, and then Lila caught sight of a purple suit and a full-head silver mask.

Hawkmoth.

Grinning, Lila scrambled to open her window and let Hawkmoth in. Maybe most people in Paris would be screaming and running in the opposite direction, but they were weak. Hawkmoth offered power and opportunities, kinds that she would never get otherwise. Whatever he had come for- whatever new opportunity he was offering- she was going to grab onto it with both hands and not let go.

"Ms. Rossi," Hawkmoth greeted her coolly, slipping through the opening. He straightened, and- okay, he was tall. Lila straightened reflexively, hoping not to feel so small next to him, but it didn't do much to close the height gap. "I hope this evening finds you well?"

Lila nodded, trying to keep herself from looking too eager. "I'm doing all right. And you?"

"Well enough." Hawkmoth glanced around, his steely eyes catching on the door. Lila followed his gaze, then immediately picked up on his concern.

"My mom is asleep already," she assured him hastily, not wanting him to decide to leave and not tell her about whatever opportunity he had clearly decided to offer. "And she's the only other one who lives in this apartment. And she's a heavy sleeper, so she shouldn't wake up randomly."

Hawkmoth nodded sharply. "Good."

"So, uh, how can I help you?" Lila asked, wondering if it would be proper etiquette to offer a supervillain a chair. It would make him not tower so much, but she also suspected that he wasn't planning on lingering. It would be better to get straight to the point. It would show respect for his time, and that would help make a good impression. "Do you need an akuma with specific powers or something? I can do that!"

"Not at the moment, but I will keep that in mind for the future. No, what I have in mind is a little more responsibility than that." Hawkmoth reached into a pocket, pulling out a small drawstring bag. "Mayura is unable to come out and join me on the battlefield for a undetermined period of time. Normally, I would simply go back to just sending out akumas. But I don't want to give Ladybug and Chat Noir time to re-build their superhero team more than they already have."

Lila's eyes went wide and she started nodding at once, already putting together what Hawkmoth had come to her for. "Right. And you don't want to give their backup team more time to practice and get better."

"Precisely. So I need a temporary holder until Mayura can return." Hawkmoth stared at her, steely-eyed and intimidating. Lila gulped and straightened up again, trying her best to look reliable. This was an incredible opportunity, and she was not going to let it simply slip by. "So what I want to know is... can I trust you?"

Lila had to stop herself from nodding like a frantic bobblehead doll. She didn't want to come off as an overly-excitable teenager. It was just- well, this was the opportunity to help get back at Ladybug that she hadn't ever expected. She had thought that her only chances were going to be to occasional (or not-so-occasional) akumatizations, where she would maybe be allowed to have some influence in what powers she got. But now, to get a Miraculous- even if it was only for a short while, until whenever Mayura returned- that was amazing.

She would get to go after Ladybug during every fight. And she could dream up the perfect sentimonster to go against the annoying superhero, one that could maybe be the one to take Ladybug down once and for all. If she got to coordinate with Hawkmoth, then they could maybe do a sentimonster-akuma pairing that would be incredibly strong-

-she was getting ahead of herself. Lila had to be calm, and work on gaining Hawkmoth's trust before she started making suggestions. She would have to be more cautious than she was with her classmates, since Hawkmoth was an adult, and probably a proud and paranoid one at that. That meant that he wouldn't be so quick to completely trust her. Trying to maneuver to be a more important part of his team right away would probably just result in her opportunity being ripped away from her.

Besides, he could sense emotions, right? So that meant that she had to be way more careful than usual.

"Of course you can trust me," Lila assured him, refraining from pressing a sincere hand to her heart. It worked at school, but with the supervillain it would probably appear dramatic and over-the-top. And maybe he was probably a bit dramatic and over-the-top (definitely so, if the fact that he had akumas providing a soundtrack for him on Heroes Day was any indication), but something told her that he wouldn't appreciate that in a potential ally.

Besides, he knew that she liked lying and manipulating, and so steering away from those mannerisms during her interactions with him would probably go over better.

"Good." Hawkmoth nodded once, sharply, then passed the drawstring over to her. Lila's fingers trembled as she practically tore the strings open to pull out the pin inside. A blue bubble burst into being as soon as her fingers touched the pin, and then it popped and revealed a blue floating...thing. "This is Duusu. Take good care of him. Now... let's discuss specifics."

  The next morning, Lila added a simple scarf to her outfit to cover the Peacock pin and give Duusu somewhere to hide. It felt a little odd to have a constant companion, but that was the price she had to pay for power.

She could not possibly look forward to the next akuma attack more. She just wanted to get out on the battlefield and kick Ladybug's butt. Lila had even found a generic keychain that she could put the amok in and tucked it in her pocket, so it would stay with her and Ladybug and Chat Noir would have to work harder to defeat the sentimonster.

"Ah, that's a nice scarf, Lila," Mrs. Rossi commented, setting Lila's breakfast down in front of her. "I don't recognize it- is it from one of your friends at school?"

"Oh, it's from Adrien," Lila claimed at once, running one hand down the scarf. It wasn't, of course- it was just something that she had stolen from one of her photoshoots- but since it was Gabriel brand, it was believable enough. "He said it went well with my hair."

"It really does. That's very sweet of him." Mrs. Rossi grabbed her own half-eaten plate from the counter, sitting down across the table to finish her breakfast. "Will you be out with your friends again today after school?"

"Yes, I've been invited to come along to a couple clubs this week and check them out," Lila lied. Or- well, it was a partial lie, at least. Several of her classmates had extended invitations for her to come check out the clubs at the school, but that had happened ages ago and besides, Lila just wasn't interested. It would be more adults that she had to interact with and make excuses to when she was 'on a trip', and while she had been on a roll with the number of adults who were just believing her without any questions it just wasn't worth the risk. "So I'll be busy."

Not that it made any difference to her mom, really. She would be at work regardless. It was just- well, it was good to keep up the illusion that she was always with her friends and 'boyfriend'. And if an akuma attacked and her mom tried to get in contact with her, then she would have an excuse for not picking up, since her mom would expect that she would be busy.

"Fantastic!" Mrs. Rossi smiled, then scraped up the last couple bites of bites on her plate and shoved them in her mouth, rising from the table and carrying her plate to the sink. "I have to get going to the embassy, since the ambassador has a whole pile of paperwork that he needs pulled together for his meeting this morning, but I made lunch for you. It's in the fridge. And if you have any menu requests, just text me during the day. I'm going to make a grocery run after work."

"Okay." Lila smiled at her mom, waiting for her to leave before rolling her eyes. She knew exactly what was in her packed lunch, and she would much rather go out to eat or have whatever was in the cafeteria. But she and her mom had argued about Lila getting lunch money instead of bringing a lunch only a few days ago and she hadn't won the argument- apparently it was cheaper to just bring a sandwich every day, as if that was important. If her mom was actually an ambassador and not just a secretary for the ambassador, then Lila would be able to afford to buy lunch every day.

She would use her earnings from the photoshoots, but she needed that money to buy new outfits. If she didn't stay in fashion and wear nice clothes, then her credibility would start slipping.

Daughters of the ambassadors and friends of celebrities simply didn't wear off-brand clothing after all. And while that maybe forced Lila into the same handful of outfits over and over, she had managed to explain that away by claiming it was for environmental awareness reasons.

Maybe she could claim that about her lunches, too. Except- well, it probably wasn't a good idea to use the same excuses too often. Maybe she could claim that she had decided to divert her lunch money to a charity for child hunger, since there were starving children across the world who could use it more than her. Yes, that sounded like a good excuse.

...it still wouldn't make her sandwich taste any better. Maybe she could at least persuade her mom to pack something better for her lunch if Lila stopped arguing about eating out every day.

With a couple more quick bites, Lila finished up her breakfast and stuck her plate in the sink. It didn't take her long to collect her school things- including her lunch, which was definitely a boring old sandwich- and then head down to the bus stop to ride over to school.

As she waited for the bus, Lila's mind went back to the night before. She was still super excited about the opportunity, even though- well, it came with some risks, Hawkmoth had made that clear. Risks, and also an ally that had made it very clear that he Did Not fully trust her, at least not yet.

There had definitely been some not-so-veiled threats against her mom for if Lila decided to 'take liberties' while she had the Peacock Miraculous. And while Lila was really more or less indifferent about her mom, if anything happened to her and Lila had to be placed with a foster family or something...

Well, that wouldn't be a good thing. But that was fine, because she wasn't planning on pulling anything stupid while she had the Miraculous, like trying to keep it after Mayura became available again or trying to manipulate him to do what she wanted, even if it conflicted with his goals. After all, their goals already lined up- she just wanted to take down Ladybug and get her revenge, even if Ladybug (unfortunately) now wouldn't know who was behind her defeat.

Lila supposed that it didn't really matter if Ladybug knew or not in the end. All that was important was taking her down.

Hopefully the superheroes' defeat would happen while Lila was still involved, before Mayura came back. Maybe the supervillain team's shake-up would be just what they needed to finally make the jump from always narrowly losing to actually winning. Lila could bring in new ideas, new plots, and a new pair of eyes. She didn't even necessarily have to convince Hawkmoth of all of them- some, she could just carry out on her own.

And no, he hadn't forbidden that. If he wanted her to follow his lead, she would. But she also had to be independent, able to fight on her own and act independently when Hawkmoth's focus had to be elsewhere in the battle. She could carry out her ideas then, and maybe they would turn out to be just what Hawkmoth needed. He would get the Miraculous for whatever he needed them for, and- well, he would reward her for her help, right? Maybe she would get another Miraculous to use, one she would get to keep permanently.

Which one would she want? Lila tilted her head, considering. Maybe the Ladybug Miraculous, to really rub it into Ladybug's face. It would be a trophy. And she would go out often, just to rub it in her nemesis' face. But maybe Hawkmoth would need to keep that one and she would have to choose another. Presumably he would be able to retrieve the box of Miraculous from Ladybug after she was defeated, so Lila would be able to take her pick. There would be a lot of choices, a lot of tempting offers.

Her first choice- after the Ladybug Miraculous, for gloating reasons- would be the Fox. Those powers were what she had used most often when she was akumatized, and they were familiar and useful. She could make illusions of herself with all sorts of famous people and take pictures and show them off to further discredit annoying little dissenters. She could make illusions of the aforementioned dissenters doing bad things, just to get them in trouble. It would be super useful, even if the actual Fox Miraculous was apparently a tad more limited in the amount of power it had compared to her akuma self.

Another choice would be the Horse, maybe. She could hop over to other countries and actually call in to her classes from there for added realism when she was off 'traveling'! She might even be able to meet some of the people she was always claiming connections to and actually start forming those connections- though that might be a bit of a stretch. She was smart enough to know that a few chance encounters would not automatically lead to songs written about her and promises to always drop everything to do things on her request. So maybe the Horse wouldn't be quite as useful.

Maybe there was a kwami of manipulation among the ones Ladybug held on to. That would be really useful, something she could use to force the famous people connections and make all of her dreams reality. It would make manipulating her peers easier, too- or at least more foolproof- and that would be really, really helpful. That would be the ideal Miraculous for her, if it even existed.

All she had to do was be the best sidekick Hawkmoth had ever had and defeat Ladybug. And once that was done, and she had her own source of power- an unconditional source, no threats to her (or, she supposed, to her mom's) general well-being- then, well, then would come rewards to her civilian self. And after that?

Well, the world would be open to her, and the possibilities were endless.

The bus pulled up and for once, Lila had a real smile on her face as she got on. Maybe for everyone else on the bus, it was just a normal day. But for her?

It was the start of a new era.

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Pity the greedy Daffy Duck starfish god: he just wants to make a buck and take over the world.

“The Dawning of the Crazy Cafe,” Magu-chan: God of Destruction, Chapter 58. By Kei Kamiki, translation by Christine Dashiell, lettering by Erika Terriquez. Available from Viz.

Rin called it from the beginning: Naputaaku would go bankrupt. Point and laugh at me for hoping this wouldn’t go so badly for the poor starfish god.

I’ve compared Magu-chan to Gintama before, and some of that owes not only to both being gag series but also how challenging it can be to enjoy the more mean-spirited stories. While Gintama has more violence and more tragedy than Magu-chan has so far, the former also gets to certain levels of It’s Always Sunny humor that make certain episodes or entire arcs ones I skip during any repeat viewing.

This chapter feels a bit like those bitter mean-spirited stories. And I don’t say that just because I wasn’t a fan of where things went. Yes, some of this is a matter of taste and subjectivity: I’m rooting for a loudmouth impoverished egomaniac like Naputaaku in the same way I can find myself rooting for his spiritual cousins in Daffy Duck and Donald Duck. But to make that comedy work for Daffy and Donald, so that you can still laugh at them, you have to make their ego so big, and their behavior so out of line, that when they become the butt of the joke, you feel like that was earned. Gintama and It’s Always Sunny for me feel like they enact too much overkill in punishing the characters for misdeeds. This chapter got a little too close to overkill, so it felt like punching down, as Naputaaku’s few misdeeds (overcharging for seaweed without letting Magu know that it is also pretty worthless; initially overcharging for food before immediately reducing the cost when understanding supply and demand) are either comparatively minor for the overkill punishment he is getting, or out of honest ignorance on his part. He’s a newly reawakened god who has only just learned about money and cooking: expecting him to understand business as well is asking a lot.

This is not quite the same as how the Coyote and Road Runner shorts work because Wile E. does himself in by his own mistakes; this is Naputaaku honestly not knowing better when it comes to the economics of running a business, and he’s getting punished for it. He’s not bad at running a business because he’s a fool; he’s bad at running because he’s ignorant. It seems like, with time, he’d get it. Right now, though, he’s like a little kid, as Ren realizes when he compares Naputaaku’s zest for learning rudimentary cooking skills for the first time to his own desire to impress his parents when he was little. This is like making fun of a child for getting screwed over: Naputaaku is still ignorant of human society and business, so while he may be savier than Magu to con him out of his money, he’s not savier than Ruru who knows how to budget her limited money, or like Uneras who remains a troll.

Furthermore, the people around Naputaaku are not giving him much help--but, again, you can blame him for not taking the help he can get and not being more judgmental about the advice given to him: he turned to Uneras and Rin, who can kind of be jerkish trolls at times. It feels like that moment where someone should have stepped in to tell Naputaaku not to do this--but then we wouldn’t have a plot for this gag series.

(Also, are we to expect Naputaaku bought all those ingredients off his own part-time work pay? Part of me wonders if he wasn’t getting more help from the restaurant--or potentially taking their ingredients for his stand. If that detail had been included in this chapter, his comeuppance at the end would feel less like overkill and more justified.)

Returning to how Naputaaku is portrayed as being like a child, I couldn’t look at him setting up his stand and not think of Lucy in Peanuts setting up her own therapist stand. But Naputaaku is not the Lucy figure; he’s more likely to get tricked by the football (forgive how tired that cliche has been in a post-2016 political climate), so he’s the Charlie Brown, only if Charlie Brown was a starfish-shaped madman who is trying to trick people out of their money out of his desire to rule the world while also making delicious food that puts a smile on diners’ faces...I lost the thread of my own comparison: I guess he’s not that similar to Charlie Brown as I thought.

I’m also aware of the gender bias I’m setting up in my complaints: I feel like I’m defending the man-coded Naputaaku while admonishing women or women-coded characters in this story--Rin, Uneras, Nosu Koshu--including with that Lucy comparison I just made. I’m trying to be self-aware that this could easily turn into some red pill nonsense, so, no, I’m nipping that in the bud right now: I do think this chapter could invite that bullshit argument, and that is not what is going on here. Like I said, the story sets up enough that Naputaaku is his own worst enemy, and there are diverse approaches by other girls in the story, such as Ruru and Yuika being honestly impressed with Naputaaku’s work, again pointing out that this was his own fault for the situation he got himself into. Even as what I write could easily invite that toxic reading, that is not what is going on here, especially when a boy like Ren is just as strict in calling out Naputaaku’s antics.

But turning back to how Naputaaku is like a little kid trying to impress his family with his rudimentary cooking, that childishness and ignorance is in awkward contrast with the more, for lack of a better phrase, adult content to this chapter. There is nothing out of bounds with the “adult” moments: Naputaaku and Nosu Koshu in cosplay for a maid cafe avoids the creepy factor if they weren’t chibi Eldritch gods, as the series continues to poke fun at these fetish or fetish-adjacent tropes, like back when Uneras was in a bath towel to tease the others--you get the joke because these are cartoonish blobby characters, not the conventional manga fanservice gags that are dull, boring, cliche, and offensive (yes, I’m still whining about _that_).

Beyond the maid cafe gag, what really felt like leaning into the adult subtext was Naputaaku waking up next to Nosu Koshu: the long pause as roughly the same panel persists for two out of four panels of Naputaaku waking up gave me an impression that maybe I’m misreading--it’s just as likely the joke is that Naputaaku is slowly realizing that his successful maid stand was just a dream, but it also invites a reading that is equivalent to realizing Naputaaku just slept with Nosu Koshu. No, not like that. But it is that he literally slept with her, she literally was in his dreams, and that level of intimacy does lend to a surprisingly adult but tame subtext that I haven’t seen in this series yet.

And speaking of Naputaaku’s dream: I already have embarrassed myself defending this greedy little starfish, but I was duped pretty easily by the setup. I didn’t figure out this was a dream until one panel is literally crumbling and gives way to Naputaaku waking up. It’s not that this plot outcome is unbelievable; it’s that I was roped into the story, such that, there is enough weirdness in this series in which humans in this coastal town are surprisingly chill about tiny little god monsters running around that, if they suddenly were into a starfish in a maid outfit serving good food, it wouldn’t violate the believability this series has already set up. So, good on Kamiki for setting up and paying off that gag without me noticing. That it was Uneras also setting up that maid cafe idea seemed like it could go either way: she’s spot-on enough with cringey fandom trends that there would be an audience for this, but the likelihood that would work with two tiny gods is of course miniscule.

All in all, this chapter is a setback for Naputaaku: he has lost more money to set up a business that failed. But it’s disappointing for me given that this also feels like a step back from how he was portrayed earlier and finally had his victory as the mad god and protector of his bosses’ restaurant. It’s all the more disappointing because the chapter was inviting you to think he was about to regress--Rin watching Naputaaku, digging through trash like he used to, bragging about world domination like he used to--so that, when it’s revealed he’s just setting up his own restaurant, something that was hinted to be his dream back in Chapter 54, it’s disheartening to see he was trying to better himself, only to have it all fall apart (again, due largely to his own faults). Now the little guy is back working in the caverns to pay off his debt to Uneras: how humiliating. At least he’s persistent in his last panel, exclaiming he is “not ready to give up yet.” I just hope the next chapters aren’t more of humiliating him: after how good the Muscar Arc was and let Naputaaku save the day, it’s a shame we haven’t had another arc like that yet to break up the gag installments.

#magu chan: god of destruction #manga review

[miss-sophies-sissymaid]

Over the weeks and months Sophie’s control of James continued and he remained in chastity and at her beck and call, she stayed at the flat most weekends, initially telling her parents she was sleeping at friends houses but eventually things slipped out where she was actually speaking. Sophie’s mum was very concerned that Sophie was sleeping with James, and when she asked, Sophie just laughed and promised to show her the truth.

That very Friday after school, James picked Sophie up and drove her to the apartment, Sophie was in a playful mood and teased James mercilessly, suggesting that if he was exceptionally good that weekend he might be allowed an erection, that would be a real treat, the first time it would be unlocked in almost 6 months, but on the flip side if she wasn’t happy with him it would be her 16th birthday when he next got the chance again! he resolved to do exactly as his owner demanded that weekend, he wasn’t going to let this chance slip, he couldn’t wait another 18 months for a hard on! Surely she wouldn’t do that. Would she?

You know the rules loser, soon as we’re in the flat, your male clothes come off and after you’ve fetched me a drink you can put on your daisy dukes and crop top for starters. “Yes Miss Sophie” came the obedient reply. Up the stairs he ran to try beat the lift, arriving just as the doors opened and the gorgeous teen exited, he unlocked the door and opened it so she could walk in. Quickly he followed her inside and she leaned on the door preventing him from closing. “Chop chop faggot” she ordered and he was forced to strip right there in the open doorway, potentially in view of the neighbours. Quickly he removed his outer clothes and stood at attention, hands on head, wearing just a pink thong. She slammed the door shut and he kept out of his skin, sauntering into the lounge she clicked her fingers “heel” she commanded, faggot dropped to his knees and crawled after the perfect girl.

“Fetch me a beer and some crisps then you can get dressed loser” faggot crawled to the kitchen and collected the items swiftly returning to Sophie’s feet. Handing the refreshments over, he was dismissed with a wave. He went to his box room and dressed as instructed in the cut off denim shorts which revealed the bottom of his arse cheeks and his sparkly crop top. Miss Sophie reasoned that as men like James liked outfits like these, they should wear them too! So she often had him dressed in clothes designed for teenage girls, in fact his wardrobe consisted of tonnes of these things! From daisy dukes, to yoga pants to French maid uniforms and bikinis and finally the Pervert’s dream... a proper school uniform! She often had him in this when he was being punished. She was well aware of the looks she got in hers and how men wanted to spank her bottom, so got James one to match, only his skirt was shorter, much shorter than hers!

Faggot dressed as quickly as possible and returned to Sophie’s side, hands on head at attention waiting for her to acknowledge him, he waited, just waited. She was on the phone and he knew better than to interrupt her, stood where he was he couldn’t help but hear the conversation, or at least half of it! His stomach dropped with what he heard

“You must come over and see the flat. Yes. Of course. No it’s no problem. Yes. We can have a few drinks. Of course he will. No he won’t. James can cook us something nice to eat. Yes I’m sure. Great. We’ll pick you up at 6.” Just then she put the phone down.

She turned to James and inspected her property running her hands over his smooth skin, her touch made his cock twitch “hmmmm you feel so good all smooth, aren’t you a good little faggot, a good loser for me” she teased knowing what she did to him.

“Thank you Miss Sophie” he replied

“Right loser, you heard part of that phone call, we’re having mum over tonight, she’s worried that you’re fucking me, I told her nothing was further from the truth but she needs to see for herself how we live. I want you on your best behaviour tonight, don’t you dare show me up faggot.” Sophie revealed to James “just to remind you of what might happen in going to give you a quick punishment session, just to get you in the right frame of mind” faggot trembled, he hated the punishment sessions Sophie delivered, he was a wimp and his eyes pleaded for mercy, but none was forthcoming.

“Quickly loser get changed into your school uniform I want you back here with my hairbrush, slipper and cane .... you’ve got 3 minutes.... GO” she ordered, starting the stopwatch on her iPhone 11.

He dashed to the box room and stripped out of his outfit folding it neatly. Retrieving the white knee socks he pulled them up his legs and checked that they were level, training bra next, that was white cotton with teddy bears on and the matching knickers. Next freshly ironed white blouse and blue and gold striped tie, lastly his very short navy blue pinafore dress and navy blue gym knickers. Checking himself in the mirror he looked very smart but very foolish. He took the punishment tools from the hanger on the back of his bedroom door, where they lived all the time when not in use and returned to the lounge, just as the timer beeped. Phew he thought... just in time.

“Well done faggot” Sophie praised him “ don’t you look pretty? I think I could make some good money out of that sissy body of yours” sh chuckled “you make a sexy schoolgirl I reckon there’s loads of pervs like you who’d love to cane and fuck you.... “ she left the threat hanging there. Patting her knee, “come on then girlie, let’s get this started”

“Pweese mith Sophie pweese will you take down twis naughty gwils pwanties down and spwank her bottom pweese” he lisped to her.

“Of course I will, if that’s what you really want and need” and he nodded with tears in his eyes....she dragged the knickers down and he obediently laid across her lap. She rubbed his bottom gently before unleashing a volley of hard smacks with her hand, she hit so hard! He kicked his feet she chuckled to herself. God he’s a wimp she thought.20 blows in and he was crying away! There was moisture everywhere, tears on the floor under his head and juice in her knickers. She was soaking wet! God she loved life!!

“Having fun” she asked not needing an answer “well I am” she laughed.... “5 more and I’ll have a go with the slipper.” She laid on 5 more extra hard strokes and moved on to the plimsole, laying 12 hard slaps on each cheek. He was a mess, tears streaming down his face and now snot too, he was openly blubbing and she was close to cumming.

She pushed him off her lap “fetch me another beer boy and be quick” he gingerly stood and bent to pull his knickers up “leave them where they are, we haven’t finished yet” Sophie instructed. His stomach sunk again and scurried to the fridge, oh how he wished he could rub the cold beer bottle on his red hot butt.

“Lick that mess up off the floor and then while I’m having my drink you practice your deep throating on the 10 inch black cock.... how well you do that will decide how harsh round 2 goes”

He licked the snot and tears up, showing Sophie his mouth full before swallowing the load. He fetched the cock and knelt in front of Sophie, he so wanted to make her proud, he’d spent the last week practicing at every opportunity and could nearly take the whole thing. He was determined to do it today.... Sophie had told him she expected him to take a 12 inch cock eventually, when he could do that, she would find him real cocks to suck for her.

He worked the cock in and out, worshipping the tool. He got 6,7,8 inches in and held. He forced himself down further 9 ... nearly there, he held himself down 5, 10 seconds. Up and back down all the way this time. “Hold it” she said “30 seconds 29,28,27,26” his eyes watered “20,19,18,17... good boy... keep it there” the praise spurred him on “look at me, eye contact is important when cock sucking faggot” he looked at her, she was happy, pleased with him “ 3,2,1 well done faggot” his heart leapt, she was pleased!

“After that show, i need to get you a bigger cock and you can soon start earning me some money.... you pleased me there so I’m not going to hairbrush your arse, and I’ll only give you 6 with the cane.... for now. Quick now, bend over the chair arse up legs straight”

He jumped into position and waited for her, she run her hand over his warm butt “this is hot faggot, I bet it’s quite sore isn’t it?” She said rhetorically “still it’ll be a but sorer soon! Maybe even worse by the time the nights over” she threatened. She quickly laid her first stroke on “hmmmmmmm” he cried and his legs went “keep them legs straight, I’d hate to have to start over” he resolved to stay in position for the last 5 quickly delivering the remainder one after the other. He sobbed again he hated the cane but she loved it.

“Put your toys back on the hook for now, we might need them later though, fetch my toy from the Master bedroom tuck your skirt up so I can see my handiwork and get in the corner.”

He dashed around the flat, knickers still around his ankles hanging the punishment tools up and fetching Miss Sophie’s small vibrator, he handed the device over and returned to the corner nose pressed to the wall arse on display.

The only noise in the flat was the gentle buzz of James’s owners toy and her quiet moans he could smell her juices and was pleased that somehow he had turned the beautiful girl on. She brought herself off to a mind blowing orgasm and relaxed for a few minutes, gently playing with her nipples with the toy.

She walked to the corner and rubbed her finger across his top lip, leaving her scent for him to enjoy. She scratched her nails across his welted bottom delighting in his pain.

Leaving him in place “stay” was the simple command. Returning 5 minutes later “I’m going for a shower, once you hear the water running you can leave the corner.... pick up my clothes, tidy up, then I’ve laid some clothes on your bed for you to wear”

Yes Miss Sophie he replied.

5 minutes later he heard the shower and Sophie sexy voice singing away, swiftly he got to his tasks tidying up and stripping out of his school uniform putting everything in the wash. He dressed in his outfit of 6 inch butt plug pink thong, yoga pants, training bra, belly top and black tracksuit top with pick stripes on the sleeve.

Sophie dressed in her tight jeans and crop top and surprisingly didn’t leave the bathroom a tip.

It was now time to go pick up their guest. As usual Sophie rode in the lift and faggot ran down the stairs. He opened the car door for his delightful owner and they drove to her mums house. On the way there she gave him his instructions “ when we get to mums you will open the car door for her, you will address her as mummy dearest, you will do WHATEVER I say instantly or I swear to god I’ll break the cane on your balls, do you hear me faggot” she threatened him.

Yes Miss Sophie I’ll be on my very best behaviour for you and mummy dearest, I won’t let you down Miss Sophie he promised

“Make sure you don’t or you’ll regret it” leaving the threat hanging there.

Pulling up outside the home, faggot stepped out of the car and opened the rear door, allowing mummy dearest to step inside. The drive down to the apartment was quiet and the atmosphere frosty, Sophie’s mum didn’t think that James was fucking Sophie and had thought of informing the police, it was only Sophie intervention and promise to reveal all that stopped her.

James parked the car and opened the doors for the 2 females, calling the lift and dashing up the stairs to meet it at the other end, just in time he opened the flat, allowing both ladies inside.

“Fetch me a beer and mum a glass of wine and be quick about it” Sophie instructed and he quickly obeyed, Sophie’s mum looking quizzically. They sat on the sofa and he returned with the drinks and a few nibbles on a tray holding it out for the ladies to take. Sophie said “put them down on the table there” pointing at the small coffee table “go to your room and wait for us there, we’ll be there in a while when I’ve had a chat with mum” She looked at him to answer her correctly and the words fell out of his mouth “yes Miss Sophie” he slid out of the lounge and into his box room. Stripping out of his clothes and dressing in the French maids uniform Sophie had left out for him, he took the 5p coin from his bedside table and retired to the corned, nose holding the coin, hands on head. Waiting, just waiting.

Meanwhile Sophie explained the situation to her mum, who was aghast and still didn’t cruelty believe, back in the box room the little maid could hear the girls talking, giggling, then he heard them get up for the tour of the flat.

Sophie took her mum to her master bedroom and explained that faggot was only allowed in here for cleaning duties and never to sleep in the bed, whether Sophie was here or not. Then she showed mum the guest room, where some of Sophie’s friends had stayed over... often they’d share Sophie’s bed, but it was thee just in case, finally he heard the handle lower on his bedroom door and Sophie pushed the door open, faggot remained in position perfectly still, she leg mum into the room closing the door behind. Mum spotted the punishment tools on the back of the door and faggot in the maid uniform. “What the actual fuck Sophie” .... “see I told you mum, James is my slave, he does what I tell him and I punish him.... you should have done this to dad!” The ladies sat on faggots bed, Sophie clicked her fingers, “here boy” the loser lowered his hands, collecting the coin and turned to face his owner. He bobbed a neat curtesy and minced to his betters. Sophie was pointing at her foot, so gracefully he sunk to his knees and kissed her toes, all 10 of them. Looking up Sophie was nodding and he knew what was expected “excuse me mummy dearest but it would please me greatly if you’d allow this loser to worship your feet” he begged.

Mummy thought about this then replied “okay you fucking loser, let’s see what’s this is all about” he spent the next 15 minutes lavishing love on those 30 year old feet.

“Up” commanded Sophie and faggot rose to his feet “display” she ordered, he lifted the hem of his petticoats and dress to reveal the chastity belt “see mum he can’t fuck me even if I wanted” mummy was curious about the keys whereabouts and Sophie explained, she was still unhappy about the situation, but eventually relented and agreed not to let the police know, and that the relationship could continue, but only on a few conditions. Which she’d explain later.

“Turn” commanded Sophie, and he displayed he plugged arse and well punished bottom to mummy dearest she played with the stripes causing him to jump in pain.

Sophie stood up and with her mum following left the room, she clicked again “heel boy” and the loser scampered behind his beautiful owner.

He was instructed to fetch more drinks and then shut himself in the kitchen and cook mummy dearest her favourite meal. The menu was onion bhajis, meat samosas, popadoms, chicken balti, naan bread served with rice. All freshly cooked and served by the loser. He stood at attention whilst the two ladies relaxed, chatted and ate. The meal was delicious and there was hardly any scraps left on the plates. “Make coffee, clear up and then we’ll have a fashion show missy” decided Sophie. Faggot curtsied and quickly got about its task, serving the superiors freshly ground coffee. He spoke “ excuse me mummy dearest, but how do you like your coffee?”

“I like it like my men faggot.... hot and strong!” Both females chuckling, faggot bobbed another curtesy and poured the drinks.

After washing the pots and tidying the kitchen faggot stood at attention between the ladies Sophie skid her hand up his short dress and felt his welted bottom, causing him pain and his clitty to twitch, mummy dearest noticed and did the same, flicking the front up and saw his clit dribbling precum....she caught it with her finger and offered it to his mouth, he gratefully sucked her finger clean.

“You know faggot if you will insist on dressing in such sexy clothes you’d better get used to being felt up” Sophie said, patting his bottom... “run along now and start our fashion show”

faggot spent the next hour changing from outfit to outfit showing himself off to his betters. Starting with a little girls party dress, gymnast, skater chick, lap dancer, secretary, cheerleader, tutu, air hostess, PE kit (Sophie’s old one) and finally school uniform.

Sophie’s mum had a great evening but was still very sceptical...

“Strip to just your underwear boy and you can serve as a footrest while we have a chat” mummy ordered.

He curtesied and obeyed stripping to the white cotton panties, white vest and knee length white socks, position himself in front of the sofa for the ladies feet.

They sauntered over plopping themselves down on the sofa and flopped their legs on his back. Sophie curled her left foot “kiss” she ordered and he worshipped like his life depended on it. He was turned around so he could worship mummy’s feet.

They chatted and Sophie eventually persuaded mummy to let this continue, reasoning that she could be out at the park on a weekend with her mates getting pregnant instead she was being treated like royalty and wouldn’t ever need to work! James was loaded and had his own successful business.

There were conditions of course :-

1, mummy could borrow loser for a couple of evenings a week to do her housework (and anything else she wanted)

2, mummy would supervise Sophie releasing faggots chastity belt.

3, mummy would be employed at James company.

She said there may be more in the future but that would do for now!

Sophie and James were delighted he kissed and kissed her feet slobbering all over her Sophie hugged her mum.

The weeks went by with faggot staying locked, his Male underwear long gone, mummy dearest now office manager at his security company, she’d inspect his underwear choice every morning at work, and as he was constantly leaking insisted he wore a condom over the chastity belt and a sanitary towel in his knickers... these knickers were always the cast offs of his owner Sophie or mummy dearest.

He’d spend every Monday and Thursday evenings at mummy dearests home doing the cleaning, washing, ironing etc. At work mummy would often have him run errands like taking dry cleaning, taking the car to be washed, fetching coffees etc.

That weekend it was his birthday, he’d be 34, both girls knew this but didn’t let on... Friday he picked Sophie up from school and she insisted on going to Meadowhall shopping centre for an hour or so. They entered the main mall and Sophie went to town buying herself new clothes on his credit card, him following obediently behind carrying the bags stepping forward to pay. She really enjoyed herself especially choosing bikinis and underwear asking him if he thought she’d look good in them! She bought a tiny white bikini, it was literally 3 triangles on a piece of string. How he’d love to see her in that, alas a new rule prevented him from looking above her ankles when she was dressed sexy. His cock leaked some more precum as he imagined her perfect, beautiful, tight body in it. She noticed and laughed “go change your condom” she whispered to him. He quickly returned and offered the used one to her, she took it and poured the contents into his mouth “swallow” he complied and she thrust the used rubber in his mouth, “suck it clean boy” humiliated as he was he obeyed the teen and sucked his jizz out of the rubber.

She was so hot and wet at her dominance she could hardly wait to get home and play with her pussy!

Walking in the main mall, she suddenly decided to sit down on one of the benches, “James, be a dear and tie my shoelace please” she asked, he knelt down right there in the busy mall, and retied her beautiful white trainer. “And the other one” she said sweetly, he obeyed ..... “right, I want you to place a kiss on my toe” he hesitated, he couldn’t do that in the mall could he? “I haven’t forgotten whose birthday it is this weekend, I’d have to have to cancel your gift” he gulped, knowing she was talking about his erection, that was his present from Sophie, his cage was getting unlocked. “I’d hate to postpone it for a year I was so looking forward to tonight” she teased “ I might even wear the new bikini for you” he bent and quickly pressed his lips to her right foot “that’s wasn’t much of a kiss, try harder on my left foot now” he belt again, this time she raised her right foot and pressed it on the back of his neck “stay” she commanded, a little too loud, and people turned around laughing, giggling, snapping pictures. She held him in place for what felt like an hour but in reality was no more than 15 - 20 seconds. Eventually she released him “up” she commanded and walked away, he followed behind, her skirt swishing sexily as she walked to the exit. He dashed behind in abject humiliation, carrying the 7 shopping bags, hoping to reach the door before her so he could open it.

Back in the car he began to sob in humiliation and she cuddled him, kissing him on the cheek, “awww I’m sorry baby” she said “but you’ve made me so horny in there, you’ve never made a girl as wet as that in your life before!” She put her head in his lap and nuzzled his chastised cock, “is your little clitty getting a treat tonight?” She asked sexily....

On the drive home she teased his nipples and his clitty, offering him hope for tonight, she was going to get him off, that would be his best ever birthday present! Well until the day he could sleep with her! “When we get home, you’re to sprint up the stairs with the shopping, if you beat me up in the lift you’ll get your treat, if not well you’ll have to learn to run a bit faster in the next 12 months” she was wet at the thought of denying him for another year, but no she wanted this to go to plan. They parked up and she got out walking to the lift “come and call the lift for me faggot” he called the lift and returned to the car for the shopping racing up the stairs, knowing it was nearly impossible, Sophie on the other hand had stopped on the 2nd and 4th floor so he’d win.

He stood there, red, out of breath on the doorstep waiting his owner. She ambled over standing on her tip toes to kiss his cheek, “well done pussy boy, you’ve earned your present. Open the door then strip naked before you come in MY home, take my clothes to my bedroom, unpack and hang them up .... you know the rules, kiss the bottom of and panties or trousers before they get put away, then go to your room and follow the instructions in there.”

He quickly curtsied and began to strip, she closed the door and went to the lounge, naked, he tried the door, it was locked. He rang the bell “who is it?” The sexy girl replied “please Miss Sophie it’s your faggot” .... “wont be a minute” she made him wait a couple of minutes naked there on his doorstep! Opening the door she held her hand up stopping him, “yes faggot what would you like” she asked, “please Miss Sophie, may faggot bring your clothes shopping in and put it in your wardrobe please?” He begged “okay” she said “but whenever you enter MY home you will kiss my shoes before you pass the door mat, so right there he dropped to his knees and worshipped her trainers. She ushered him in and closed the door, slapping his arse, “hurry up loser I want to get this over with”

He quickly complied with his task enjoying kissing the underwear, knowing that very soon it would be touching her delightful bottom, imagining him kissing those perfect cheeks. He was so horny at what she did to him in the shopping centre, he thought he’d blow his load right there and then.

Returning to his room, the instructions were there, cuff your legs and right hand to the bed and wait for me.... I’ll do the left hand when I get there. He knew his time was coming! 9 months without a hard on and now Sophie would be giving him the best present ever! He lay there for about 30 minutes or so whilst Sophie watched TV and chatted on the phone. She poked her head around the door “won’t be long now lover boy” she teased closing the door again. She returned a good 20 minutes later, wearing the white bikini, his eyes popped out of his head and quickly averted his eyes, “awww baby, you can look today, it’s your birthday” he stared at her amazing body my god she was hot, he was in love .... she peaked off his condom and poured the contents in his mouth “hmmm you’ve been a busy sissy, look how wet you are girlie” he swallowed the load, she swished out of the room, he stared at her arse, it was amazing, returning with a tray she placed it down on the bedside table. She pulled back the towel just enough so he couldn’t see the contents.... grabbing the ice from the bowl she dropped it onto his crotch, shrivelling the clitty down some more. “Need to get the little guy to a smaller size, before we unlock him sissy” she pulled the key from her necklace and unlocked the padlock. Standing up, she teased “well that’s you unlocked, will that do for this year faggot?”

Aww please Miss Sophie don’t leave me like that, he begged and begged her, she backed up towards him and offered her bottom to him, just out of reach... “kiss my arse loser” he strained as far as the cuffs would allow just reaching her bottom, he planted reverent kisses to it, she was really enjoying herself now. “Okay faggot, you’re 31 years old today so that means you get 31 seconds out of your cage then it’s straight back in whether you cum or not! And don’t forget next year you get another second a full 32, up until your 35th birthday but then it’s downhill from then on .... cumming is a young mans game, it’s not good for your heart so every year after you lose 7 seconds, so on your 36th birthday it’s 28 seconds 37th 21, 38th 14, 39th 7 and it’s all over with before you’re 40.” He continued to worship her behind as she explained his future “don’t worry though, you’ll be trained to cum from being fucked in the arse” she added.

She pointed at the corner of the room and he spotted the camera, “mum is supervising you, like she said she would faggot, she’s had cameras put in all over the flat to keep an eye on you”

Sophie set up the timer on her phone for 34 seconds and released the cage, his limp clitty flopped out and she held the cock loosely, “well hump my hand loser” she said she started the timer and he jumped away for a few seconds, just then Sophie received a text, she removed her hand and replied to the text, “keep humping faggot” he humped away at fresh air, no friction to get him off “it’s Jordan, she wants to know if she can come over later.... that’s okay isn’t it?” Sophie watched as he continued to thrust his cock up and down .... “beeep beeep beeeep the noise came from her phone “awww too bad sissy, you’re times up... I’d have thought you’d be able to cum in my presence in that time faggot” she teased. She iced his clitty back down, “time to get this back in its cage, well try again in another year loser” he cried and begged and begged, it wasn’t fair, she’d only touched him for 5 seconds, please could they try again without interruption. She laughed at him crying “awww my poor sissy, okay, I’ll let you have another go, but I want you to start me a trust fund up paying £2500 a month and give me 10% of your business” he agreed immediately. A high price for another 34 seconds of her hand. She played with his cock like an expert teasing him and making him cum in 33 seconds, she caught the load on a condom and made him eat it all. Quickly icing him down and refitting the belt. She uncuffed him and he followed her to the lounge, she teased his balls to make his clitty excited again.... only then did he realise, she’d used a smaller cage and fitted it with spikes. He was in agony! “Hope you like your new cage faggot, that’s what you’re wearing for the next year, until we get you a smaller one.

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Some Random Reasons I Really Like the Boruto Anime.

(because yes it has it’s problems but honestly I’m tired of trying to enjoy my fandoms with everyone whinging that it’s “not as good as the original”. As if the original two Naruto shows weren’t utter dumpster fires with moments of Pure Awesome to keep it alive and half the fandom isn’t there solely to pick through Kishimoto’s junkyard world building looking for shiny bits to incorporate in their fanfics.  Which is not to say I don’t like the Naruto shows, but seriously ppl you can’t whine about how bad the fillers and slow pacing and weird world-building of Naruto was only to turn around and scream that Boruto is horrible of TRYING TO BE DIFFERENT. Let’s inject some positivity in here. Anyone who has no need for Boruto positivity can kindly move on with their lives and let me have my shiny fandom. Moving on.)

-Reason 1. Mitsuki exists. He is Best Boi™ and I adore him.

-Reason 2. The characters are not carbon copies of their parents, but neither are they polar opposites. They have some of their parent’s traits and some of their own unique traits and honestly it’s so refreshing to have a show that isn’t “Main Character X Take 2: This time with a New Color Scheme”

-Reason 3. Have you SEEN how many girl characters there are in this show? Even if most of them are side characters? Have you SEEN the fact they can actually DO STUFF other than flip their hair and whine about boys? One of them can use seals! And has CAT POWERS!! Another one was the antagonist of the first story arc! And was actually cool! And also got reformed rather than just being yote off the nearest cliff! The main female character is actually useful without being either a whim or a jerk!

Reason 4. The school system has been revamped in ways that make SENSE. The Naruto cast (especially Iruka as the new headmaster) looked back on their early life and went “You know what? It’s REALLY DUMB that we were so unprepared for shinobi life. Let’s change that.” And they did! Students actually learn water and tree walking BEFORE they get thrown into life and death situations! They know jutsu other than the Basic Three! They get to know basic sealing and learn that Summoning jutsu exists! There’s a student who knows medical ninjutsu, so that’s obviously an optional course or something kids can take! They also have an option to NOT BE NINJAS. If they decide partway through they don’t wanna be ninja’s, there’s a civilian middle school program incorporated into the academy! Do you know what that also means? Civilians who get to know BASIC SELF DEFENSE. So even if they aren’t Ninja, they at least know how ninja work and how to not Insta-die the next time someone breaks into their village!

Reason 5. THERE’S AN INTER-SCHOOL TRANSFER PROGRAM. Way to show just how tight the alliances of the different villages are. Even if it’s only mentioned here and there, it’s SUCH a cool thought with so much fanfic potential.

Reason 6. Chocho, flipping, Akimichi exists. Yes, she can be a little annoying with her running gag of “I’m so pretty” but like- SHE IS ACTUALLY PRETTY. And she knows and can use the clan jutsu really well! DO YOU KNOW HOW EASY IT WOULD HAVE BEEN for them to either make her utterly hideous and go “Hur hur look at the fat girl thinks she can actually be pretty lol” OR make her constantly whimpy and shy and lacking any confidence at all because “oh look at the poor girl, she’s FAT so she must feel UGLY all the time, and have no confidence because what FAT PERSON has any confidence unless they’re delusional?” Both of those would be so freaking stupid and defeating. But INSTEAD they make Choho 1. pretty and 2. self-confident. She dresses nice, she looks nice, she’s not stick thin like say, Sarada, but she is actually pretty and she OWNS it. She owns her love of food, and her clan jutsu, and just- herself in general. And yea they use it as a running gag sometimes when she plays it up a little too much, but like- there’s a body positivity character! Right there! Who is also a girl who kicks butt! One of the biggest complaints I’ve seen of the naruto show is that the girl characters are flat and useless and underused save for like- Tsunade. Here you have a useful girl who is also body confident! And that’s not even touching on Sarada “can use both super strength and the sharingan and owns this fact” Uchiha.

Reason 7. Boruto’s issues are not his dad’s issues. There are ... lots of “kid sequels” i’ve seen/read/heard of where all the problems are basically the main character’s problems rehashed. And yeah, the villains so far are that I’ve seen are callbacks to the main show, BUT. EMOTIONALLY. Boruto’s issues aren’t the same. Boruto doesn’t have the “nobody likes me I must earn their respect” issues Naruto did. Or the orphan issues. He has a loving mom, he’s a loving big brother (who makes mistakes and does argue with his sister, which #realistic kthanks), and he is popular. Being alone isn’t his problem. Being unpopular or hated isn’t his problem. His problems are that he doesn’t know how to bond with his always-busy dad (which- of course Naruto is always busy, that’s just the show writers continuing the Overworked Hokage gag from the original show, and yes Naruto uses his Shadow Clones to help with it but come ON he’s running a military force AND a booming village) and that he hasn’t had the same life experiences Naruto had at that age. He’s learning to mature in a different way. If Naruto and Naruto Shippuden were about children who grew up too soon in a brutal ninja world, then Boruto is about kids who grow up in the AFTERMATH of that world. The world where their parents never want their kids to suffer like that and so, just a little, coddle them. It’s kinda like the aftermath of the big wars. The kids who grew up during that war are adults now and their kids have COMPLETELY DIFFERENT life experiences and priorities. It’s just how it works, and I appreciate that.

Reason 8. We have a girl Uchiha who wants to be Hokage. I love the Naruto and Naruto Shippuden shows, but it got ... a LITTLE tiresome that Naruto’s dream was also the dream of both his dad AND his mom and I think also kid Jiraiya at one point? Like- it seemed like at that point the show was going “Of course you want to be hokage! It’s in your blood!”. Boruto couldn’t care less bout being the next Hokage. He’s lived what it’s like to be the Hokage’s kid (something Asuma, if he’s still been alive, could have sympathized with I’m sure) and he doesn’t want to be that person. Sarada on the other hand has lived the live of having no real dad figure until recently, and as such Naruto’s “all the village is my family” motto really rings home with her. She wants to be the next Hokage, not Boruto, and frankly that’s refreshing.

Reason 9. Shino the teacher. I’m pretty sure this is a controversial point but honestly I really liked this. I do have some issues with how the og characters are portrayed (looking at you Kiba and Anko), but Shino I have no issues with. This is an intelligent, helpful boy who grew up struggling to bond with people and who grew up with people constantly interrupting him/not listening. And this gag does make its frequent appearance in Boruto, but that’s not Boruto’s fault that’s actually a case of the show being consistent with its predecessor so, you know, go blame Kishimoto for how his students didn't listen to him in the early episodes. BUT. As the episodes go on, it’s so clear the students do love and respect their teacher. They wouldn’t talk to him if they didn’t. They might not see him as a terrifying warrior, but he’s their TEACHER. Even Mitsuki comes to respect Shino, going out of his way (spoiler) to fight Shino in the graduation exam because Mitsuki saw Shino as someone worth testing himself against. Mitsuki. Orochimaru’s “perfect clone bby”. Thought Shino was badass enough to fight. And also on the student body in general, OBVIOUSLY they listen to him off screen, because if they didn’t then they wouldn’t have learned the things they did and have actually succeeded in the graduation exam, now could they?

Reason 10. Naruto and Sasuke are still utterly epic WITHOUT stealing the spotlight the moment they come on screen. I’m not that far into the show, so maybe that changes, but from the arcs I’ve seen (mostly the Shin arc), Naruto and Sasuke are utter powerhouses, but they don’t ... they don’t just hax the show. In the same way Jiraiya didn’t hax everything and steal the spotlight from Naruto, neither do Naruto and Sasuke, but we still see they’re awesome (after all, they were perfectly capable while fighting all the Shins, and just- the moment one of them got a look at Kuruma it was OVER and it’s SO clear in that moment that Sasuke and Naruto were holding back because they didn’t want to kill a bunch of kids. Naruto or Sasuke on their own could have MASSACRED the Shins, but didn’t, because they’re former protagonists (and reformed antagonist in one case) like that.

So... tl:dr Boruto is not Naruto or Naruto Shippuden but considering all the massive plot holes and world-building errors that happened in those shows, as well as the utter lack of use of its female characters, that’s not a bad thing! Boruto has some stuff wrong with it, and some things that I can see annoying/ticking off fans who had their heart set on another path, but the show has potential, the characters are utilized much better than I expected, and as someone who did not grow up on Naruto and so doesn’t have shiny nostalgia glasses spot welded to my face, I think it’s a really good show.

Honestly if it wasn’t a sequel of such a monolith, childhood-forming show, I think it wouldn’t get NEAR as much hate, and the fact that it gets such flak because it dares have its own unique take on the post-Naruto Shippuden years rather than trying (and inevitably failing) to cater to the whims of every single fan out there makes me sad. If you want to see more of Naruto’s world and see female characters actually get some cool moments to themselves, then give it a try. If you’d rather go with your own Naruto HCs for what happened at the end of the war, then that’s FINE, just don’t get mad at those of us who enjoy Boruto for the glorious animated fanfic AU it is.

#Secret Engima Rambles #SE rants #boruto #i like this show #you can pry it out of my cold dead hands #long post

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I don't want Percy to be MC's friend. He's a complete jerk who only cares about himself more than his friends, parents and siblings but at least, he learned his mistake in the last Harry Potter movie. Watch the video called "The Entire Life of Percy Weasley (Harry Potter Explained)"

I can’t say that I agree, anon, though I can understand finding Percy obnoxious, especially in this game. His personality can definitely rub people the wrong way. However, having just watched the video, I have to say that I think it’s very one-sided. I’ll try and go through everything that it talks about - under the cut because I have no filter.

Fred and George

To say that he didn’t like his brothers Fred and George, and that he wanted to control them, isn’t really accurate and it doesn’t acknowledge that whenever Fred and George were mentioned in conjunction with Percy, they were usually bullying him. Vandalizing his Head Boy badge, even though he was proud of having gotten the position and it meant a lot to him. Or the time that they literally sent him dragon dung. Or the time that they tried to leave him for dead in a Pyramid tomb. And it was played for laughs. I’m not condemning Fred and George because they were the human embodiment of the chaos alignment, so it makes sense that they would butt heads with Percy. Brothers pick on each other, I know it happens. But it’s not fair to act like Percy feeling distant from his other siblings was his own fault. Fred and George were really popular with the Weasleys and other kids. Percy, by comparison, was just tolerated. Even though he was the model student and the one who followed rules, and the twins were constantly causing trouble. Why should Percy be ashamed of doing what he’s supposed to do? Why shouldn’t he want attention and validation from his family? Maybe the reason he talked constantly about his accomplishments was because he wanted to be appreciated.

The other Weasleys

Most of the moments where he doesn’t get along with his family in the early books are not moments that Percy himself initiates. It’s primarily Ron, Ginny, or the Twins picking on him. He didn’t even feel like he could tell his family he was dating someone because he guessed (correctly) that they would bully him for it. Speaking of that, Ginny promised she would keep Percy’s secret, and then turned around and told basically everyone. 

Despite all this, Percy very clearly cared about his family, well before Deathly Hallows. Like the time he boasted about Ron helping to win the House Cup. The time he tried to comfort Ginny, believing she was upset about Ron. The time he scolded Ron over this and warned him to stop going near the site of the Basilisk attacks because of how it would look. Or the time he watched out for Harry because Mrs. Weasley asked him to, “like an extremely pompous guard dog” as the video says. (Like I said, very one-sided.) Or the time that he refused to let go of Ron after Ron was used as a hostage in the Second Task. The video also attributes the end of Percy’s relationship with Penelope to him working too much in GOF...but there’s literally nothing in the books that ever suggests that.

The Triwizard Tournament

Like Bill, Percy is show constantly shown to be a good leader. He was named Prefect and Head Boy and he utterly embraced the positions. But the video mostly focuses on how proud he was of having gotten these positions and now enough on how he got them...because he earned them. In the same breath as talking about how he would apparate in the house every morning just to prove he could the video also talks about how Crouch barely gave Percy the time of day. Couldn’t be bothered to remember his name and just gave him pointless tasks. Despite how excited Percy was and how eagerly he would talk about all this to the rest of his family, who found it boring and avoided the topic. Percy is all alone in GOF. Even more so than he has been before. It’s really no wonder that he poured himself into his work and looked to the Ministry for support and validation, because he wasn’t getting any at home. He was just being belittled and humiliated at every turn. Of course, once Crouch was imperius’d, Percy thought he was finally getting recognition, but he was just being used. He was being set up as the fall guy. Even the villains are indirectly dismissive of this character! 

Because Crouch was out of commission, Percy was having to deal with all his work. So to say that he valued laws and rules over his own family is not only cruel, it’s completely wrong. Percy is resentful of them because to him, it feels like their actions are creating more stress for him at work and ruining that environment for him too. Ruining his dreams. The Ministry (and the video) blames Percy for not figuring out that something was off about Crouch, but it was still the same hand-writing, so why would Percy question it? 

The Estrangement

His supposed reprieve came when Fudge hired him as a Personal Assistant. Percy was excited and came home, hoping his Dad would be proud of him. But like always, Percy was disappointed. Arthur was right in his suspicions about why Fudge hired Percy, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that Percy heard “You aren’t good enough to have gotten this job.” He heard Arthur refuse to believe that he might have actually earned this. That he was succeeding. “No Percy, this job isn’t real. The one person who’s actually valued you in recent memory is just manipulating you and it’s totally our fault for siding with Dumbledore, but I won’t admit to that.” That’s how it felt. And yeah, it was one time too many. The Weasleys have never conveyed to Percy that they appreciate him or want him around, so why should he want to stick around? Why didn’t anyone step in sooner, or come to his defense when he was taking the fall for Crouch? Why is it only when their agenda is threatened that they say something? And Percy is the selfish one? Why should he believe Voldemort has returned? I agree that what he said to Arthur about Arthur’s reputation and their family was horrible...but I think Percy-Antis view this as totally without cause. And the cause is clear. 

I take issue with how the video describes Percy slamming the door in Molly’s face “without even giving her a chance.” Because that scene was never depicted. We don’t know what happened or what was said. We don’t know how long the conversation may have lasted. But y’know, if I was Percy, I don’t think I’d even answer the door. He’s made his choice - cut ties with his family. To Molly’s credit, she was one of the only Weasleys who praised his accomplishments...but neither she nor Arthur ever did anything about the constant, constant bullying. That might be pretty hard to forgive, and Percy never receives any apology for it. He’s the only one who apologies in the end.

The letter that Percy sends Ron seems pretty terrible until you look at it from from the perspective that he’s genuinely trying to protect his little brother. Which he has always done in his own way. It’s an olive branch. Look, the word on the street is that Harry Potter is constantly lying and potentially dangerous. Percy might very well have made the judgment call that his family was blinded by their loyalty to him. It’s not like Percy and Harry were ever close. Think about it. After befriending Harry, Ron consistently got involved in dangerous adventures like confronting acromantulas, dementors, devil’s snare, the list goes on. It’s not unreasonable at all that Percy might want Harry to stay away from Ron. I’ll agree that giving Umbridge an endorsement is jaw-dropping...but we don’t see them interact. Umbridge might have put on a completely different face around Percy. Or he might have simply trusted Fudge and repeated his words. We just don’t know.

Fudge’s Departure

Dumbledore said that it’s harder to forgive someone for being right, then it is for being wrong. I’m not going to go off on a Dumbledore-bashing tirade right now, because that’s hardly the point -  but while that is very wise advice in general...it completely misses the real point of why Percy left. It doesn’t matter if Dumbledore was right and Fudge was wrong. (Though Percy no doubt felt horrible and humiliated yet again when he realized that.) What matters is that Percy’s family pushed him away and made him feel so isolated that Fudge valuing him was the only good thing going on in his life. Percy leaving doesn’t make him an asshole. But it does say a lot, not about him, that he decided Fudge’s approval and his job at the Ministry were worth moving out and cutting off all contact with his family. Dumbledore's assessment of Percy’s feelings once again ignores any responsibility that his family has in why he left in the first place.I genuinely do love the Weasleys to no end (just look at my URL) but their relationship to Percy was toxic.

 Scrimgeour, like Fudge, used Percy to get to the Weasleys, and forced him to pretend that he wanted to see them when he didn’t. Try to imagine being in that position, especially when Molly was the only one who even acted happy to see him. Fred, George and Ginny threw food at him. Literally why would Percy ever want to see them again if this was the welcome that he got? It was already painful for him and they did not make it any easier. Sure, I know that it was probably painful for them too, but they were once again not even considering Percy’s feelings, just their own. 

The Battle of Hogwarts 

I’ve already talked about how Percy apologies for everything, and the other Weasleys apologize for nothing. Not gonna lie, this is realistic to an uncomfortable level. Family members who have been mistreated wind up being the ones to apologize because they miss their family, even though they often aren’t completely to blame. But this is probably never going to be addressed because immediately after the reconciliation, Fred died. Just imagine how much undeserved guilt Percy felt about that. And then look to the epilogue where there’s one final humorous moment about Harry seeing Percy at King’s Cross and making a mental note to avoid him. Literally nothing has changed. Percy is still the joke of the family. He’s just accepted it because without them, he’s alone. He’s learned to see himself as the problem, and not them. 

...I am such a nerd. But I hope you can see where I’m coming from as well. Again, I love The Weasleys. I adore Fred and George. But Percy is not, and was never a bad guy. In some ways, he’s my favorite Weasley. I do love his character arc. But...I just...I wish there had been some apology from the twins as well. 

#Percy Weasley #Percy Weasley Defense Squad #Harry Potter #Weasley Twins

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I’ll be here when you come back (Colby Brock)

A/N: Hello my dudes!!! How long it’s been? Like 4? Maybe even 5 since I posted the second part of Let Her Go.

I’ve had most of the last part written since last November, but I got busy and lost inspiration to write – which seemed to be back for now.

I hope you like this last part, I enjoyed writing the last bit because if I have to be honest I’m not sure if I like the rest of it – like I said I wrote almost 5 months ago and usually when I read things I wrote a long time ago I normally don’t like them.

But you are the important ones! If you like it then I’m happy.

I hope you are all safe and doing well in the crazy times we are living and I also hope this helps you to think about something else.

Love you!

Warnings: English is not my first language so I’m sorry in advance if I made some mistakes.

Part1: Let her go

Part2: All you had to do was stay

It had been a month since (Y/N) had come back to LA, which lead her to think one thing only, the call with the information about her new destination was closer than she liked.

She hadn’t realized how much she missed her life until she came back and could enjoy all her friends again, specially how much she had missed Colby. At that point it was hard for both of them to hide how much they wanted to spend time together, Colby would find the most random excuses to make plans with (Y/N) and she wouldn’t hesitate on saying yes to everything Colby came up with. Like that night for example, (Y/N) had suggested going to Rae’s to have dinner with the whole group, after dinner Sam suggested a chill game night at his and Kat’s place, but Colby excused himself saying he had to film a video for his channel and that he needed help. Of course (Y/N) was the first one to offer herself volunteer.

None of their friends at that diner booth were blind, they could see Colby and (Y/N)’s undeniable desire for some alone time with each other, so most of the time they would play along instead of teasing them in public and potentially make things awkward – something they both were thankful for since from the first second the fans saw (Y/N) was back ninety percent of comments were about if they were back together or not.

What they didn’t know, not even (Y/N), was that there was no video that needed to be finished. Colby’s intentions were to take (Y/N) to a place he had recently found, a quiet spot on the hills of LA where they watched the city from afar.

The later it got the better they could see the stars above them, which reminded (Y/N) of a recurrent thought she had at the beginning of their time apart. She liked to look at the sky and think that no matter what, no matter the time of the day, the weather or how far away they were from each other, both of them were looking at the same sky. For some reason thinking about that brought her peace and made her feel a little connected to Colby.

“What are you thinking about?” they’ve been quiet for a few minutes and Colby was only wondering why (Y/N) was so smiley.

“Nothing” her smile only grew wider, making Colby grin bigger.

“C’mon, tell me” he turned around so he laying on his stomach over the blanket they were sharing.

“I was thinking about that time you fell down the hill and made it to the bottom on your butt” she lied, while she laughed remembering that moment.

“My pants were so destroyed at the end” he chuckled shaking his head.

(Y/N) was about to make a comment on how his fat ass helped him to not get too hurt but their attentions were caught by the sound of movement on the bushes behind them.

“Did you hear that?” (Y/N) whispered, sitting up as fast as she could to look in the direction of the sound.

A low growl followed the noises and that was enough for Colby to get up and help (Y/N) get up too “get it the car, fast” he whispered grabbing the blanket and giving it to her while he opened the door for her.

The first thought that came into mind for Colby was that they could be attacked by an animal, so he had to put (Y/N) in a safe place, but before he could close the door they heard some high pitched whimpers coming from the same place.

That got (Y/N) out of the car and running to the bushes, followed by Colby telling her to stop.

“Oh my god”

“What? (Y/N) what is it? Be careful” when Colby approached her he could finally calm down, it was a dog and he was trapped on the bush.

“Hey buddy, I’m going to help you, okay?” (Y/N) was crazy about animals, if it was for her she would have so many, but sadly she was never in the same place for too long and having a pet wasn’t a good idea under those conditions.

When the dog kept whining and liked her hand, (Y/N) took it as a sign to proceed and help the young looking dog to get out of the mess he had got himself into.

“He has no collar and he’s so dirty it looks like he’s been around here for a while” she announced looking up at Colby as she kept caressing the dog to keep him calm.

Colby, who also happened to be an animal lover, saw his opportunity in the palm of his hand “why don’t we go back to my place and we get him clean and fed?” if there was a way to (Y/N)’s heart, it was definitely that one.

“I think that’s a great idea” she looked down at the scared dog again “we’re taking care of you my friend, don’t worry I won’t let Colby pick the food, he has no taste” she joked, picking up the dog and winking at a fake hurt looking Colby.

The car ride was smoother than expected, luckily it was the middle of the night, which meant no traffic at all. It was good thing too because Colby was paying more attention to the interactions (Y/N) was having with the dog than where he was going.

Something none of them had realized was how, as much as they have been hanging out, (Y/N) hadn’t put a foot on Colby’s apartment. Being in the outside world together gave them many private moments, but being alone in Colby’s home was different, that feeling of anything could happened was settled as soon as they both walked through the room.

“The bathroom is over there” Colby pointed to the only closed door in the open space.

(Y/N) made her way over while she looked around his apartment, taking in how empty it looked, there was no decorations at all and she was thankful for that, if she had seen any of their old decorations she would have died inside.

“I made you a sandwich” Colby announced, walking into the bathroom twenty minutes after (Y/N), who had already washed the dog and was drying him off with a towel.

“Did you make it or did you go to the store to buy it? Because it took you a while” she joked, wrapping her new little friend with the towel and snuggling him.

Truth was that Colby just needed some time by himself, gather his thoughts before walking into that bathroom. It was getting very difficult to be around (Y/N) while they were playing by the ‘only friends’ rules.

“Making sandwiches is an art, it takes time” he sat on the tiled floor, right in front of (Y/N), who was also sitting on the floor. They stayed in silent for a few minutes until Colby broke it “I always thought we would get a dog.”

Was he too tired to stop himself from saying things like those? He definitely was.

“But then I left” (Y/N) whispered, avoiding eye contact.

Was she too tired to follow that conversation? Oh you better believe she was.

“But then we broke up” he corrected her.

“Because I left” they hadn’t talked about their relationship, not even just once ever since they had started this new found friendship. So Colby couldn’t help but give (Y/N) a confused look, not understanding where she was coming from with that.

“Okay, if that is what you believe then you could say I didn’t do anything to try and stop you from leaving” he said once he understood she was, in some level, blaming herself for it “you followed your passion and there’s nothing wrong with that”

Colby’s soft tone and sweet words made (Y/N) finally look at him in the eyes, feeling less guilty. She wasn’t sorry for leaving and following her dreams, but was she coastally wondering what could’ve been if she had stayed with Colby? Of course.

“It doesn’t mean I didn’t wanna stay too” at the end of the day there was two things she was passionate about, trying to transform the world in a better place and her future with Colby Brock.

“I know, (Y/N)” he couldn’t lie, it felt good to hear that. He knew she was heartbroken for leaving and that gave away a hint of how bad she wanted to stay, but hearing it out loud felt so fucking good “but do you really think I would’ve let you give up on an opportunity like that?” she shook her head, earning a smile from Colby, who moved closer, until the only thing keeping them apart were their legs “That’s correct, I wouldn’t’ve had let you” he placed a hand on her knee “don’t ever think I blamed this on you leaving, not for a second. I’m so fucking proud of you for chasing after your dreams”

“Thank you, Colbster” she smiled, the use of the nickname she had given him shortly after meeting Colby made her slightly flush. The dog found that the perfect moment to lick her sad face away “okay, okay I’ll let you go” she chuckled letting the dog free to run around the bathroom before storming out of it to explore the rest of the apartment.

“I put some of the food we bought on a bowl in the kitchen, someone’s going to be surprised” although he was apparently focusing in something new (Y/N) couldn’t stop repeating his words in her head and how badly she wanted to kiss him right now, but she couldn’t.

Just like that she made her decision, the dog would be the sing she needed to see what the universe had to tell her.

The following morning, bright and early, Colby and (Y/N) went to the closest vet to find out if the dog had a microchip, which would lead to an owner and then to discover if the dog had run away or if it had been abandoned – a heartbreaking theory on (Y/N)’s eyes.

While the vet did her job It was visible how nervous (Y/N) was, Colby couldn’t figure out why and he was planning on asking, but the vet talked sooner, announcing the dog had a microchip and that she was going to call the number that appeared on the computer.

“You’re going to make a hole on the ground if you keep bouncing your leg like that” Colby joke, earning a smile from (Y/N).

She didn’t answer though; she was too deep in her thoughts. If that dog didn’t have an owner that wanted him that was it, she was staying in LA, she would find a place to live, a job, she would take care of her new little friend and she would work as hard as it needed to be worked to gain Colby back.

“Good news, the owner is on her way, she says she’s been looking for Oreo like crazy” Oreo, so that was the dog’s name, who the fuck names their dog after an Oreo? Okay probably (Y/N) would do it, it was a cute name and she was just too upset to recognize it.

“Great, that’s awesome to hear, right?” Colby had to take the lead and talk when there was no reaction from (Y/N), who only nodded when Colby tried to get her to respond in any way possible.

The thing is, Colby still knows (Y/N) like the palm of his hand, he can feel how upset she is when she gets slightly flushed as a reaction of how hard she is trying to hold back the tears, but what he can’t understand is the reason why she is so upset all of the sudden, was he missing something?

So the poor and confused boy does the only thing he can think of at the moment. He places his hand on her back, rubbing small circles at first and when (Y/N) doesn’t try to stop him from doing so he pulls her closer “What’s wrong?” the vet is too occupied with Oreo to hear what Colby has whispered to (Y/N), which (Y/N) is thankful for because the last thing she wants is for the vet to think she’s crazy.

“’m just tired” the lack of eye contact wasn’t helping her in the fail attempt of lying “and hungry”

“We can go to Rae’s for breakfast” although Colby knew that wasn’t the problem, he followed along “and then take a nap” and maybe too carried away, but the last thing he wanted to do was to finish their time together, even if he was just as tired as she was because they stayed up all night talking and playing with the dog they had just found in the middle of nowhere.

For some reason he felt like if he let go of her in that moment she would be gone again, just like if she had never been here in the first place. That’s why when (Y/N) nodded and leaned her head on his shoulder he felt the biggest relieved he’s felt in so long.

They were given the option of staying until Oreo’s owner came to pick him up and as much as (Y/N) would have loved to witness the encounter in other given circumstances now it wasn’t the best time for it, so they left to get Colby’s promised breakfast at Rae’s.

From the first second they put a foot outside the vet clinic Colby was dying to ask what was really the reason of (Y/N) mood swing, sadly he didn’t feel in the right position to push her that much in order to get an answer.

“Can you take me straight to Tara’s? I’m really tired, I just want to sleep” Colby felt like he had lost a battle, one that (Y/N) had no idea about, but somehow she had defeated Colby.

“Yeah, sure, I can take you there” (Y/N) hated to be the reason why things had got so awkward between them so fast. With Colby too afraid of making the wrong move and pushing her away forever and with (Y/N) too upset to even pretend she was fine.

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Colby’s suspicions were correct, for the next three days he couldn’t get a hold of (Y/N), she wouldn’t answer his calls and the texts she did answer were very vague. The whole situation was equally confusing and frustrating for Colby. On one hand he was fine with giving (Y/N) her space, leaving him some time for himself too; on the other hand, he couldn’t point where did he go wrong, what did he do to make her so upset and disappear for three days, that was all he had in his mind most of the time, but it also didn’t stop him from keeping up with his busy schedule and daily life.

It wasn’t much different for (Y/N), she felt like the longer she tried to stay away from Colby the harder it would be to fall back into good terms, after all she would have to explain why she was acting so weird.

The lack of sleep and the realization of still being very much in love with Colby were the two main factors that got (Y/N) so upset. She wasn’t one to believe in signs from the universe, but in that moment at the vet she would have follow her plan of staying in LA if the universe had made that dog one without an owner, that would have been her sign. On the contrary, she took that sign as one of take your things and run before you make a mistake.

Hence why she is upset, she doesn’t believe in signs, but she made herself believe in that one, which was followed by the call she’s been afraid to receive the very next day.

“You look awfully quiet, my dear” of course the second (Y/N) got the news she went to the only place she could feel better again, Rae’s, where Carly made her the best strawberry milkshake, yet (Y/N) didn’t feel any better and Carly could see it.

“isn’t Colby joining you today?” Rog didn’t mean any harm, he was very happy when Carly told him about having the young couple reunited again after such a long time, but the reminder of Colby hurt.

“No… it’s just me today” (Y/N) couldn’t even look up to answer his question, she was too occupied moving the straw around the half full glass, as if the answer would pop out of it any second.

As Carly and Rog kept taking care of preparing meals and drinks (Y/N) watched them, this time paying more attention than ever before. How Rog would look at Carly from time to time and a smile would appear on his face, how Carly had an endless list of cute nicknames for Rog or simply the way they would crack jokes with the other every other minute.

“How did you and Carly meet?” (Y/N) asked Rog when he got closer whipping the other side of the counter.

“Way back in the day, we were neighbors” just talking about it put a smile on Rog’s face “I didn’t stop until she agreed to go on a date with me”

“Where did you take her?” (Y/N) was already hooked on the story, she loved old people and their life stories.

“To the movies, of course” Carly was a big fan of everything movie related and the decoration on the diner showed her passion, they had the walls covered with movie posters “I was scared to death of her father, but I managed to build the courage and ask for permission. Best decision I ever made”

“How did you know she was the one for you?” you could say she was trying to get advice without asking for it.

Rog stopped cleaning the glasses that had piled on the counter and looked at the lost girl sitting at the stool on the other side of the counter, he could read the look in her eyes.

“It took me some time, some mistakes were made, but without those mistakes we wouldn’t be here today” now (Y/N) was intrigued, but she felt that asking about those mistakes was way too invasive “I asked myself many times if Carly was the woman I would end up marrying, if there was someone else out there for me, because when we started dating it didn’t feel like I could have a connection with anyone else the way I had it with her” (Y/N) stayed quiet, wanting him to continue “but when she and her family moved here , the place she had always dreamt of, I had to let her go, still one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do to this day. I told myself it all happened because it was meant to be like that, I had to stay in New York and work in my father’s business and she was meant to move here” (Y/N) couldn’t help but compare their story with hers and Colby’s “It didn’t take me long to realize what really mattered to me and let me tell you it wasn’t working for my father” he laughed, probably at the memory of those golden years they lived together.

“Did Carly wait for you?” although (Y/N) loved seeing him so happy as he told his story, she couldn’t hold back the questions.

“Oh no, I would have never asked her that, we truly believed we wouldn’t see each other again, but the second I found her… things fell back into place” well, now that was true love “almost fifty years later here we are”

“It’s a beautiful story, Rog” (Y/N) smiled, already deep in thought, putting into perspective everything she knew or at least everything she thought she knew.

“You seem conflicted” Rog had caught on early when she asked the first question why did she wanted to now. After all he had witness the mess Colby had been for the first few weeks after (Y/N) left.

“I am conflicted” with a heavy sigh (Y/N) let her head fall on her crossed arms over the counter.

The action made Rog laugh, that kind of sympathetic laugh you can’t be mad at. He wasn’t stupid, in fact his age and his life experience made him a very wise human being.

“If you want my humble opinion” he started, stopping just to build some expectation, which made (Y/N) look up again “I think you already have the answer you need, you just haven’t accepted yet, so whatever it is you are conflicted about accept it already and put yourself to work”

It wasn’t admitting that Rog was right, (Y/N) already knew what she really wanted to do, but the thought of actually putting herself to work to get to her goal scared her too much.

Fuck that, it was about time she got up and made up for the time she was losing. Rog could see in her eyes how fast her demeanor was changing, leaving the old man with a proud smile on his lips.

“I’m going to do it” (Y/N) stood up from the bar stool, almost knocking it down with how fast she did it “thank you Rog” before running out of the diner, with an unfinished milkshake, she left a five-dollar bill for Rog not waiting for her change, the man deserved the big tip.

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“Jake, what does it take so long to pack? Seriously dude”

Colby had been waiting for over an hour for Jake to give him a heads up whenever he had finished packing for their trip and he couldn’t stop texting Jake to hurry up. He wanted to leave as soon as possible, although it was going to be a ‘bussiness trip’ because they were visiting haunted places for the Sam and Colby channel, Colby really wanted to be a few days away from LA.

“Brother relax, don’t pay it with me if (Y/N) doesn’t answer your calls”

It wasn’t a secret for anyone how (Y/N) affected Colby even if he didn’t want it to be that way, none of them couldn’t help it. Jake didn’t mean harm with his comments, they were all in a joking tone, he felt like it was better to joke about it than to make it this taboo topic that made things weird.

“If you’re not ready in ten minutes I’m ditching your ass”

After sending that last text Colby let himself fall on the couch with a deep sigh, why couldn’t he stop thinking about her just for five minutes? A little break for his tired brain and aching heart.

Meanwhile, not so far from Colby’s complex apartment the running hadn’t stopped for (Y/N) when she left the diner, she kept running down the street, through the sea of people that couldn’t care less for the crazy looking girl trying not to trip and fall.

Two blocks into running she was feeling exhausted and the thought running through her mind was how the next thing she was doing was getting in shape.

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The banging on his apartment door straddled Colby, he wished it was different, but it caught him off guard. Normally none of his friends even knock, they either walk in without knocking or they let him know they’re going up the stairs through a text, so it couldn’t be Jake, the only one Colby was waiting.

“(Y/N)?” it felt like he was in such an emotional rollercoaster in that moment that he couldn’t trust his eyes, but she was there, standing in front of him, breathless from all the running.

“I-“ so breathless she felt like it would take her a while to form a sentence “’m sorry” the frown in Colby’s face deepened.

“Sorry? For what?” (Y/N) quickly put a hand up to let him know she needed to talk and not be interrupted.

It was nice to know she cared enough to acknowledge the fact that she had been avoiding him and she needed to apologize for that, but it wasn’t necessary to run all the way there, she could’ve just called.

(Y/N) took a deep breath, enough to form a full sentence without being cut by her lungs’ terrible performance “I’m sorry for pushing you away when that’s not what I really want”

The possibilities were endless for Colby’s reaction, that was the most terrifying part for (Y/N), who felt her heart start beating again when a small grin appeared on Colby’s face.

He had to admit something, in all the years he had known the breathless girl in front of him, there wasn’t many times he could recall seeing her admit so clearly she was doing something wrong – which was the most beautiful form of art in his eyes.

“Okay… I forgive you” she could recognize the smug smile on his face, he was enjoying this moment in many ways and although in the past she would had told him to stop, now she just wanted to look at him smile in any way possible “Can I ask why you started acting so weird though? I think apologies usually come with explanations.”

It wasn’t a surprise for her, who in their right mind wouldn’t ask? So she invited herself into the living room, where Colby followed after closing the door.

“I… really wanted to keep the dog we found” she admitted turning around to meet his intrigued eyes, the same ones that asked her to keep going “I thought if he didn’t have an owner who wanted him it would be a signal that I should stay in LA, no more voluntary work around the world” Colby was feeling conflicted, he loved the idea of her staying in LA, having her back completely.

The constant movement in her hands was making both of them nervous, they didn’t even take a seat – Colby didn’t mainly because she seemed too anxious to keep herself in place.

“But the dog had an owner” Colby took a step closer, taking her hands in his so she would stop playing with them. It seemed like the physical contact made her focus better, nodding while she looked down at their hands before looking up at him again.

“And that meant I didn’t have a reason to stay here” the tone of her voice went down, now that he was so close to her it felt like the right choice “or so I wanted to make myself believe”

“Do you want to stay?” Colby was doing the best he could to keep himself together, it wasn’t too difficult most of the time, but (Y/N) had always been an exception to any existing rule.

She timidly nodded “I do wanna stay” if someone decided to check her heart rate in that moment she would have broken the machine, because her heart was beating so fast she could pass out at any second “but I realized that way before we found out about the dog’s owner” the confusion on Colby’s face made it clear to her that he had no idea what she meant “I knew I wanted to stay when I realized I’m still in love with you”

Exactly the words he had been dreaming to hear again, a moment he had been waiting and had made himself believe it wouldn’t happen ever again – oh how wrong he was.

If this was a dream he wasn’t risking waking up, so instead trying to learn how to breathe again he let go of her hands and moved them up to cup her face delicately before crashing his lips with hers.

That wasn’t exactly the reaction (Y/N) was expecting, but definitely the best outcome. Of course she kissed him back, this time with no doubts or regrets. It felt so new yet still like coming back home after a horrible day, so warm and welcoming.

Her hands quickly made their way to his waist, tugging on his shirt to keep him close, a small detail that made a spark run through Colby’s body, who was starting to feel breathless from the kiss and the adrenaline of his intense emotions taking over him.

Even when they pulled apart the electricity trying to keep them together was vibrant.

“That was… unexpected” she smiled, intuitively licking her lips that still tasted like him.

“I know; it was unexpected for me too” her sudden love confession was beyond anything he could’ve imagined.

They stayed in silent, looking at each other with silly smiles on their faces – those smiles you get in the so called honeymoon phase of your relationship. In this case Colby and (Y/N) had a long history behind them, but it had always been like the honeymoon phase for them no matter how long they had been together.

Her hands had made their way up to his jaw, letting her fingers dance along his soft skin “Can we get a dog?” she asked out of nowhere.

The look of adoration on Colby’s eyes only intensified after that question, how had he functioned all that time without her? Without feeling the way he was feeling in that very second?

“I thought you’d never ask” this time it was (Y/N) the one who pulled him down for another breathtaking kiss.

There was still a long road in front of them before getting a dog, of course, but the main point was that they were in the same page, the both wanted the same thing and it was as simple as having each other by their side.

Colby’s phone went off, interrupting the heated kiss. When he looked at his phone he saw the incoming called from Jake, just like that he was brought back to reality, he had to leave to the airport, he wasn’t going to be able to enjoy (Y/N) for at least a few more days.

“Fuck” he cursed under his breath, hanging up on Jake “I have a trip with the boys and I should be going to the airport by now”

“It’s okay” giving him a reassuring smile she pecked his lips one more time “have fun, find some ghosts and tell me all about it” her words made him feel automatically better about leaving “I’ll be here when you come back”

His arms wrapped around her tightly, bringing her into a warm hug, one that he needed more than any of them knew. He took in her sweet scent, while she kissed his shoulder and locked her arms behind his back to hug him tighter.

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Just as she had promised when Colby came back she was there, not only in LA, but in his apartment. She had found a way to go inside, decorating the place with a bunch of lit candles and flowers she had got for him, because even if he couldn’t keep them alive Colby had always enjoyed getting flowers. She had also made a welcome back sign and since he was coming back late at night she had also made dinner for the two of them.

Colby didn’t know he needed that in his life as much as he did when he saw the whole thing, now remembering all the times he had come back to an empty apartment felt so sad.

“Oh my god” the mixture between his nervous laugh and big smile let her see how much he liked the surprise.

“Welcome home!” (Y/N) exclaimed, jumping from behind the couch – Colby’s smile only went bigger “I promise I wasn’t trying to make a séance with all these candles” she joked, making him laugh.

The shock and surprise was still very clear in his actions, his face, how he couldn’t stop looking around the place “how did you- when- ugh I have so many questions” his focus finally falling back on her.

“I told you I would be here when you came back and Sam has keys to get in here so I just had to nicely ask for them, get them from Kat and get everything inside” she explained “you like it?”

“Oh believe me, I’ve never been so happy to be back home” letting his backpack fall on the floor he shortened the distance between them and kissed her, not holding back for even a second, he was giving it all in that passionate kiss that took her breath away.

“don’t you want to have dinner?” she chuckled between kisses, for Colby there wasn’t time to waste, it was visible in how his hands traveled down her body, stopping one of his hands on her butt and giving it a squeeze while with the other he moved the hair away from her face to kiss her lips again.

“Dinner can wait, I have other priorities at the moment” he whispered, bringing his other hand to her butt too and picking her up, gaining a grin from her.

“mhmmm, I’ve always liked your way of thinking” she added leaning in to kiss down his jaw.

Just like that everything fell back in place, the same way their bodies feel in Colby’s bed. They had found their way back to each other, like (Y/N)’s lips found their way down Colby’s neck. Bodies fitting perfectly together after a long time trying to fill that space with the best new thing, not knowing there was nothing or no one who could compare to the way they worked together.

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The Dancer-Chapter Eight

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Chapter Eight

Jamie crossed the yard in front of his little house in seconds, came through the door filled with excitement, and what he saw stopped him dead in his tracks. Pretty feet were crossed at the ankle on top of the kitchen table. As he got closer, the ankles appeared, connected to long legs and the hem of a black dress, or shirt, midway up the thigh. A large cookbook was held open in front of her face and she lowered it and smiled at him.

He held the flowers out to her, and she squealed with delight jumping out of her chair spinning around smelling the beautiful flowers.

“Jamie, I have never seen a bouquet so beautiful.”

Once the flowers were in water, she kicked a small booster toward him and stood on it. She was slightly above his eye level, arms around his neck, lips parted millimeters from his, she thanked him for the lovely flowers.

“Did it earn me a kiss from a beautiful girl then?”

She could feel his warm hands sliding up her legs and she pressed her lips to his and felt the magic like the fourth of July. Jamie’s hands continued upward, and he pressed his palms around her globes and then ran his finger under the elastic lace of her thong.

Claire forced herself to stop kissing and stood still before stepping down so she didn’t fall.

She lowered herself at the table and reached for silk stockings that she gently pulled up her legs while Jamie was immobile, watching her. Reaching behind her chair she set high heeled straps on the floor and put them on. Jamie was still standing in the middle of the kitchen, watching, not wanting to miss a single movement.

He noticed finally her hair was pulled up reminding him of a movie, but he couldn’t think of the name. Long pieces swooped down around her face.

“Breakfast at Tiffany’s”

“What?”

“Yer hair”

“Yes, that movie made this hairstyle famous. In truth, it is the easiest updo ever created. Even so, you can’t touch it if that’s what you had in mind.”

“Why canna I touch it?”

“We have reservations all over the city tonight Jamie. Do you want to shower and change? The limo is coming in twenty minutes.”

“Why Sassenach?”

“Jamie, did you know that your oven and stovetop do not work?”

Jamie was running his eyes down her silk-clad legs licking his lips, “Why would I know that?”

“First stop is 21 where we taste the best whisky in the world. Then to Bordon Castle for Filet Mignon. Anything you want to do in between or after, just say so.”

He looked at this wonderful spontaneous girl and felt her contagious excitement.

“May I ask the occasion lass?”

“My birthday, times eleven.”

Jamie looked horrified he forgot her birthday, but he looked into her eyes and grinned walking toward her as she backed up.

“Yer birthday is March 19th lass. Suppose ye try again.”

Claire was laughing and tried to run around him after he backed her into a corner. He caught her and pulled her to a chair and on to his lap. He ran a hand down her kicking leg and waited.

“I was orphaned at five years old, both parents died in a car crash. The only family I had was my Uncle Lamb who I never met. He took charge of me and we spent the next eleven years in jungles, deserts, remote islands, anywhere his work took him. He was an archeologist and I grew up among tribal people mostly. He brought me to Edinburgh when I was sixteen and enrolled me in school. He was very ill but never told me. One night he handed me a fat bag of gold and said happy birthday for the eleven years I never bought you a present.”

Jamie was shaking inside listening to Claire’s truth. She seemed at peace with what happened, but his heart broke for her.

“He told me to spend the money doing something I would remember forever.” She looked in Jamie’s eyes and smiled, “this is it.”

Jamie was speechless and honored she would choose him as the memory she would never forget.

“Lass, I…”

“It was a long time ago Jamie. Lamb lives in my heart now and he would be impressed with how I planned this night. As a party favor, I will grant you three wishes tonight. Whatever you want, whenever you want it.”

“Can I see mo chridhe? Lift yer dress, show your world to me, as the Americans say.”

Claire stood up and her legs seemed a mile long with her high heels and very short dress. She pinched the sides of the dress and raised it an inch at a time while Jamie watched with rapt attention. Once he had seen the lace tops of the stockings and the tiny thong, she dropped the dress and looked at her watch.

“Ten minutes.”

It was like Jamie finally understood the potential fun in the night ahead and he dashed for the shower. I want to play with you tonight Sassenach, he thought, scanning his clothes for the right everything. He pulled out a white shirt made by the best tailor in England. A Christmas gift from the Board one year. Twenty-five measurements and exquisite fabric created a form-fitting garment that accentuated his muscular frame and flat stomach. He had saved it for a special occasion like celebrating eleven birthdays with an incredible girl.

Claire looked at her date and almost fainted. He looked like he just stepped off a GQ magazine cover. His hair was combed back on the sides, Slacks that hugged his butt and that shirt was absolutely the best she had ever seen. Even his shoes were shiny. She took his sport coat and held it out for him breathing in his incredible smell.

The limo driver looked at the two of them smiling and laughing with each other as they approached. He held the door for them and drove to the first destination. They talked together on the first leg of the trip and the driver was happy to oblige their every wish after that.

Coming back to the limo Jamie handed the driver a flask and said it was fifty-year-old whisky and just a taste. The driver was thrilled.

Dinner was in a converted castle on the second floor. They had a dark table outside where the castle army once stood with bow and arrow ready to kill invaders as they approached. The candlelight along the walls and near the table was soft and made Claire’s skin glow. She looked at Jamie’s beautiful eyes and felt like the luckiest girl alive tonight.

They talked about every subject under the sun because conversation with the other was fun and stimulating. Claire dabbed her lips and exhaled with contentment. Jamie watched her Bambi eyes invite him to love her and his body answered yes, definitely. When her stocking foot pressed into his crotch he nearly shot straight out of his chair. Her eyes were telling him a story that he could not look away from until he had a raging erection he feared would alter his gate.

After dinner they walked the formal grounds of the castle, cuddling and giggling until Jamie could not stand it anymore. He had to kiss her. Pulling her behind a hedge he claimed her mouth and ran his hand up her leg to touch her thong.

“Yer beautiful Claire, so beautiful.”

“So are you, Jamie, it makes my heart hurt sometimes when I look at you.”

He kissed her deeply and then pulled her back to the limo handing a napkin full of goodies to the driver who asked for their next stop. Jamie noticed black glass now separated the front and back of the limo. He started a sentence that died midway through when he looked at Claire.

“Sassenach, I’d follow ye right off a cliff lookin at me that way.”

He pulled her mouth to his, kissing her deeply, hearing her moan. He reached for the phone and asked for a continuous ride until further notice.

When his lips touched Claire’s, he knew they would blaze trails for the rest of their lives, finding the highest peaks, seeing the broadest landscapes. Life with Claire would be extraordinary. When he pulled the long zipper down her back the dress seemed to just fall off her, and she laid back on the limo seat naked except for her lace thong, stockings, and heels.

“Take it off.”

“No.”

Jamie’s eyebrow shot up.

“Do you want to use one of your wishes?”

“Aye”

He burned the image in his mind of Claire naked with sexy stockings and stiletto heels. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen, and they gave each other the most erotic ride of their lives.

With clothes back on and hair fixed again, Jamie called the driver and requested home. He tipped the driver fifty dollars and asked for his card. The driver watched Claire’s figure in the short tight dress, long legs, and high heels with Jamie’s hand caressing her globes as they walked away. It became his go-to image of success for many years.

Claire packed up her car and called Jamie on her way out of Glasgow the next day. She promised to be at Lallybroch for the weekend and closed her eyes listening to his voice. This was her magic month when someone would love her just as she was. It was like a dream come true so far. She warned herself that it would end in two weeks. Jamie will have had time to fall in love with her making him most receptive to her truth. He had not said he loved her, but she felt his love in every kiss, every touch, and gaze.

The closer she got to Edinburgh the more she felt like the dancer. Her mind filled with lessons with Madu, Omar’s health, costume changes needed, aerial moves added to her routines. When she opened the front door, she was the dancer.

Geillis joined Claire for dinner at their favorite Italian restaurant and they talked non-stop through drinks, main course, and dessert. Claire looked at her last bite of Italian ice and heard someone nearby laugh and call her the Greek dancer. She looked up in horror at the finger pointing directly at her and the sneering, ugly drunk it was attached to.

The blood drained out of Claire’s face as Geillis pulled her to her feet pushing her toward the door to the outside. Once Claire was in the car Geillis locked her in and ran back to pay. Geillis found the offensive man drinking with his friends and she shocked him by putting her face an inch from his.

“I am calling for emergency help because you just accosted my friend. I’ll give a perfect description of ye, fat, ugly and drunk. Good luck with that.”

The men were stunned for about thirty seconds before they almost knocked the table over trying to leave.

Claire sat in the dark car feeling very exposed and scared. She did not figure this into the equation of her life as a dancer and certainly not in her life with Jamie. What if it was Jamie she was with tonight? Geillis jumped in the car and looked at her white-faced friend.

“What if I had been with Jamie when that happened?”

Geillis looked sharply at Claire and studied her for a minute.

“What if it had Claire? It would move the timeline up by two weeks. Right? Dinna get too comfortable in your denial Claire, it willna change the fact that you are the belly dancer that made him crazy with lust and ye took thousands of dollars from him in the process.”

Claire turned her head away from Geillis and cried as quietly as possible. She expected Geillis to apologize but it never came, and Claire suddenly felt completely alone.

Claire sighed with relief when she did not see Madu on the couch or in the refrigerator. She sat on the couch looking at the ceiling, feeling hot tears roll down the side of her face. Why was there no joy anymore without Jamie, she wondered?

The vibration in her pocket meant she had to pull her phone out of her pocket and say hello. It was too much effort tonight. She would call Madu in the morning. It buzzed again; it must be Geillis finally realizing she was mean tonight. The third time it vibrated she grabbed it, irritated, and looked at the screen.

“Jamie.”

“Did I catch ye gettin out of the shower Sassenach?”

“No. How are you?”

“Lonely.”

“How can I help, you know I would do anything for you.”

“Come to Glasgow. Stay with me, Claire.”

She was quiet for a full minute waiting for him to laugh or make light of her living with him, but he didn’t.

“I would love to stay with you for a while Jamie.”

“Can ye get away tomorrow lass? I could use yer help with somethin I’m buildin. Say yes mo chridhe so I can fall asleep tonight.”

“Yes.”

“I’ll see ye tomorrow love, sleep tight.”

“Goodnight handsome.”

By noon, Claire had packed her clothes for an extended stay with Jamie which took all of twenty minutes. Madu came to bug her for the afternoon and hung his head like a neglected puppy until Claire told him to make himself at home.

Madu had been sleeping at his cousin's studio since coming to America and it must have been quite lonely for him. He packed her car and pulled her to the couch.

“Claire, this will make the breakup worse for you. Why fall so deep for a man who will cast you aside when he knows the truth?”

The hair on her neck stood up and she wanted to lash out at him, tell him to mind his own business, but she got control of that first impulse and looked at his concerned face.

“Maybe I keep him in Glasgow until he is promoted to London or Germany, so he never has to know I’m the dancer. It could happen Madu.”

“The truth wants to be told, it will come out. When it does, you call Madu, I come to get you, okay?”

“She kissed his cheek, “please don’t wreck the house.”

Claire dropped her groceries on the kitchen table and her eyes went wide at the new stove in the kitchen. It was brand new and just waiting for her to roast, bake, sauté, and fry to her heart's content. In the bedroom, there were new side tables with a lamp on each and a stack of hardbound best sellers. The top drawer of the sink vanity was pulled out with a bouquet of flowers set inside. A note with a down arrow pointing at the drawers below said, “all for you.” She wondered how he could do all this in two days.

She looked at her watch and grabbed her purse. There was plenty of time to get more groceries now that she had an oven.

Jamie could smell food cooking from his truck, and he smiled his excitement. The first hot meal in this place and it smelled like Italian heaven. The door opened to a dozen candles around the room all glowing with soft light and the beautiful voice of Enya filled the room.

Claire stood at the sink running carrots and green onions under cold water and humming along with the music. Jamie just looked for a minute. Her short cotton dress was inches from her core the peasant top hung off one shoulder. She could feel his heat behind her and turned her brilliant white smile on him as he lifted her to the counter, pressing her legs apart to move in for a hungry kiss that lasted five minutes.

Jamie carried her to the couch and found a comfortable position between her legs so they could kiss and whisper and build the heat. Claire fed her man with a happy heart, so thankful that he wanted her there and so anxious to fill his home with lovely touches just for him.

After dinner, Jamie led Claire outside and around to the back of the house where stairs were newly built leading to the roof. She bounced up stepping onto a flat roof that was hidden from the front of the house. Behind them were fields and wildland for miles. Claire touched a large box and looked at Jamie.

“What’s this?”

“That is what I need yer help with Sassenach. It’s plenty early we can start now if yer not too tired.”

Jamie pulled wood pieces of various sized out of the box, bags of bolts and screws, and a booklet of instructions that he handed to Claire. He flipped a light switch that flooded the workspace with light and for the next two hours, they worked together building a double lounge frame and pulling a weather tolerant, high-density mattress from the second large box.

Claire was over the moon with their secret spot under the stars. She stretched out on the lounge and held her hand out to Jamie who accepted her invitation to kiss. The night was so dark they couldn’t see each other, and the light was too bright above them.

“I need to take your clothes off and kiss you right here,” she said, “and here, suck a bit here, and run my tongue from here to here. Can we take this inside so I can do all those things?” She smiled at Jamie who clearly agreed, and they left their rooftop hideaway for another day.

A whisky and a hot shower left them breathless and they spent the next hour lavishing physical love on the other.

“Sassenach, I’m a trustworthy man and I have deep feelings for ye. I will be whatever ye need me to be for as long as ye let me. Goodnight angel.”

When he pulled her close and said that in the dark, Claire heard him say I love you and she snuggled into his chest and closed her eyes.

In the days that followed when Claire served a perfect roast beef, put a baggie of homemade cookies in his briefcase, and chased after him in the morning so she could kiss him one more time, Jamie heard I love you. As the third week came to a close, Claire was the happiest she had ever been in her life. She actually could not have anticipated or hoped for this much happiness because she never knew it existed. Each day of the fourth week was a roller coaster of blissful happiness and soul-killing sadness. The two moods would bounce back and forth as Claire could think of nothing else but telling Jamie the truth.

They had spent the previous weekend at Lallybroch with Jenny who had pulled Claire into a close friendship, reinforced by daily phone calls and giggling promises to get together for lunch or a movie. Her growing friendship with Jenny helped Claire overcome the gaping hole left by Geillis, not seen since the night at the Italian restaurant. It was traumatic for both of them, but she never thought Geillis was that thin-skinned.

To Jamie, Claire was everywhere, and he was intoxicated with happiness after nine years of living alone. He had a secret of his own, one that would join the volumes of classic love stories, if there had been a writer close by to hear it.

Claire cuddled into his arms sighing with pleasure from food, whisky, and gorgeous blue eyes. The Oasis, so named when Claire installed Kontiki torches, a small refrigerator, and a table that had Whisky and glasses. She made it beautiful and Jamie was always delighted to spend the evening up there, holding her, talking, or making love.

“Have ye considered living in another country mo chridhe? Like Germany perhaps? Would ye live with me in Germany, Sassenach?” He cupped her cheek and looked at her like she held the entire world in her eyes. “I love ye, like my da loved my mam. I canna measure the time ye’ve been in my life because ye’ve always been there. As a lad, daydreaming about my future, as a man so lonely for a soulmate, and every moment in between, ye were there. The first time ye gave me yer body I wanted to weep with relief and I almost asked ye where ye been all these years? I’ve been waitin for ye. It’s why I can love ye so deeply after a short time together and I have to ask ye, lass, do ye feel the same?”

He studied her face as her eyes filled with tears. He saw the heartbreak and loneliness of her life, her isolation, and fear from the years living alone. What made him laugh with joy was the unmistakable love she had for him. It pushed his heart into his throat and he kissed her soundly, hugging as tightly as he dared.

“Lass, dinna cry, dinna cry for love ye canna lose. I will love ye for the rest of yer life, come what may. So take a breath and tell me ye love me for all time. If I live in yer heart already, like ye do mine, I was meant to love ye and ye to love me.”

He kissed her breathless and whispered, “tell me ye love me lass.”

“I love you Jamie, more than I ever thought possible. I love you.”

Between each kiss, she said it again, or he did until the kisses did not stop and they could no longer speak.

Claire was unable to stop the bliss of the last few days with Jamie. He talked about their future and she pretended it was real until he left for work and she fell apart. On Sunday evening, after dinner and making love at the Oasis, she led him inside by the hand and asked him to sit with her at the table.

“I love you, Jamie, with every ounce of my soul. I must tell you about something I have kept from you. Her tears were flowing. I would trade ten years of my life not to tell you, but I can no longer keep this from you. John and Geillis are the only people that know. I want to start this story when my bookstore closed because you built a huge new store on my street and put me out of business.”

“I didn’t make much money but enough to pay rent and eat. Knowing I was losing the store made me so afraid. No parents, aunts, uncles, siblings, no one to help me. I searched for a job doing anything, but no one would hire me. I was desperate.”

“Stop Claire, yer breakin my heart, so stop, please. I dinna care to know, how is that? Let’s just move on from here. If ye robbed a bank, who cares? If ye…I, I canna think what could be so terrible right now because I just want ye to stop hurtin so bad. It doesna matter lass.” He was pleading with her because he never suspected she could deceive him the way she had. She continued.

“When we came to Edinburgh, my uncle taught at university and I went to public school. The girls were so mean to me and I just wanted to die. I saw some bullies coming down the street one day, so I slipped into the first door I found to hide from them. It was a dance studio and the owner was very nice. She offered me lessons if I helped her after school. She taught me for six years and gave me comfort when my uncle died. It was the only thing I knew how to do besides sell books.”

Claire completely broke down and Jamie pulled her from her seat and held her close, rocking her from side to side, speaking his low Gaelic voice. When she could breathe again, she sat down quickly desperate to finish the story and be done with this, whatever happened.

“I had no money, my rent was late, and I would be homeless soon. My instructor got me an interview to dance as an entertainer and the sweetest man in the world gave me a job …belly dancing at his restaurant. I am a belly dancer Jamie. I am the belly dancer you came to see so many times, the dancer you made love to in the dressing room.”

“I am so sorry for the deception.”

“I hated you at first and blamed you for my problems. I would dance for you and then ignore your request to speak with me. Until we had coffee, and I wasn’t mad at you anymore. We spent more time together after that and I fell in love with you. When you had to move, to build the new store, I thought you would be gone forever, that is when I let you into the dressing room. My heart was breaking, and I had to feel you touch me just once.”

“That’s it.”

Jamie’s face had lost all color and he shook his head side to side as if that would make all this vanish. He stood up and paced in the kitchen, looking closely at Claire, then back to the pacing.

“Why tell me now?”

“I have to go back to work tomorrow, my month of vacation is over.”

“Why tell me now?” He repeated.

“I love you Jamie and wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. To live my dream of someone loving me for me.”

“Why not tell me the first night I watched ye dance?”

“Because she isn’t me. That job was a means to survive, that's all.”

“I offered ye the manager job in Edinburgh, why didn’t you take it?”

“I didn’t trust you yet and couldn’t put my fate in your hands again.”

Her voice was so low he could hardly hear her. Jamie watched her body shake from head to toe and he felt no desire to comfort her. Now that he knew, he could clearly see the dancer was Claire.

“Did ye mean to make me love ye so completely before ye told me the truth?”

Claire was sobbing uncontrollably but nodded her head.

“Yer a cruel and selfish woman then. Months of lies, probably snickering behind my back and when I say I love ye, a bomb is dropped in my happiness. I dinna know ye at all Claire but for the heartache I will suffer for yer selfishness I can honestly say I dinna deserve it. I never meant to hurt ye with the bookstore and looked high and low for ye to make sure ye were alright. I would have found ye a decent job if ye let me know what was happening to ye.”

“Why belly dancing Claire. It doesna suit ye personality or was that a lie as well. Yes, I can see it was. No wonder ye changed so much with yer makeover. Ye were goin back to who ye were. It's a twisted game ye played on me.”

“Jamie walked to Claire and pulled her face up to look at him. Someday, when my heartbreak heals, I hope to forgive ye.”

With that, he walked to his bedroom and closed the door, closed her out, closed his heart, and closed any hope she had of forgiveness. Claire cried until she was exhausted. Never had alone in the world felt so catastrophically bad. At four o’clock in the morning, she stumbled to her car with the possessions she could find without going into his bedroom. She cried as she drove home pulling over twice when she was out of control with her sobbing.

Rain was coming down in Edinburgh when she parked her car and she stumbled into her house dripping wet. She sat in the dark and sobbed. Madu came out of the bedroom hearing her heartbreak and he held her and cried too.

Jamie laid awake all night, hearing her cry and hearing her leave. Every five minutes he would remember something else she lied about as the layers of deception grew. Several times he sat up holding his chest feeling like a heart attack was coming and forced himself to calm down and breathe slowly.

When the sun came up, he drove to work doing his best to get lost in the madness and problems with the building. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he left and drove to Edinburgh to see John. Jamie was sure he would drop his own bombs of truth, but he had to know.

Madu made Claire some tea and sat on the floor at her feet, ready to fetch whatever she needed. She finally dispatched him to retrieve her costumes just to have a little quiet time. She laid in her bed and closed her eyes but all she saw was Jamie, in love with her and then furious with her. She got up and turned the music on in her studio. Looking at her reflection in the mirrors she was disgusted at her slumped shoulders and puffy red face.

“Hold your retched head up you conniving, lying bitch. He sent you back to where you belong so deal with it. How could you ever think you could stay with him? You are a fucking dancer you pathetic fool, so dance for your supper! Dance for your rent! Dance for your sanity and your very life! Dance!” She screamed.

[writinglionqueen]

Softer and Softer

@lilred91 said: So one of your drabble requests gave me a idea.  But what about one where reader is new to WWE and Drew overhears some of the people picking on her and or talking bad about her. Either reader and Drew are already together and no one knows, like if they are together he confronts her why she kept it from him. And if they aren't together he maybe gets up and goes over to defend her and walks out with her??

~Thank you for being patient, lovely. I’ve had a hectic couple of days. I don’t do a bunch of requests other than the blurbs for My King but....this idea can play off of Soft~

You’ve heard all the whispers, heard all the jokes and jabs, heard everything about you being homegrown talent rather than making a name for yourself in this industry. 

It was true. Hunter saw something in you, something he liked. Everybody else may call it star power. He called it “potential.”

And that potential pushed you to do everything you could to learn the craft of wrestling. Of doing your best at everything even if it meant putting in more effort that you originally thought it would. But you did it. You pushed through NXT with flying colors. You were cutting promo like no one’s business. You were doing moves you’ve only dreamed about doing. 

Maybe wrestling hadn’t been your life long dream like a lot of your peers, but it has became your recent passion, one you were ready to see to fruition. Especially now that you were a few months into being called up onto the main roster. Hunter was full of pride on your final, tearful night of NXT. He hugged you and told you how much potential you had for the RAW roster and how he couldn’t wait to see what was going to become of you. How he was going to see you be the wrestler he saw in you from day one. 

Your first match was incredible and the pop you received from the crowd was something you could only dream about. You had the upgrade of your life...but...even good things came with the bad. 

Some of the other talent, especially those who moved up with you talked about you behind your back. You felt like the butt of a joke...one everyone else laughs at but you couldn’t understand it. The talent that moved up with you didn’t like you were homegrown. The other talent came from the indies before going to NXT. They made names for themselves....but you. You could hear them make fun of your style...of how insignificant your name meant in the industry.

It hurt. It really did. It was worse when they said it to your face though. Especially when you’ve been trying to make friends and hang out with the new and old RAW talent. 

“Wish I was Hunter’s favorite and got his special treatment,” one said, with snark in her voice. You looked to her and her friend. You remembered them from NXT...they were like this then too. They didn’t like that Hunter had chosen you as his special project to become a new upstart from nothing. They didn’t like your success...but....were they right? Was it really success when you were just one of the boss’s favorites?

“You don’t belong here with the real talent,” her friend said, “with the biggest names of the industry.” You tensed at that, practically feeling the venom in her words. 

“I worked hard to get here,” you argued quietly. “I have been since the day I signed up for this.” The two scoffed and you tried not to flinch. 

“You worked hard?” the first one asked. “You were handed a spot on this roster just like you were handed a spot in NXT. You never worked for this a day in your life.” You knew it was untrue. The bumps and bruises you suffered for to get this spot has said other wise. But...were you just handed these opportunities? No. No way. Not after what you’ve gone through, the amount of change you did to be a wrestler. 

“That’s not true,” you argued. 

“Is it?” the other asked. “What makes you think you’re even good enough to be here?”

“What makes you think you’re so special?” the first countered. You wanted to say something -anything- to get them to stop. But you feel your walls crumbling, your heart sinking and everything felt like it was going wrong.  

That was until a person caught your attention, but not just anyone. It was your Mixed Match partner and he didn’t look too happy. 

“I know you two aren’t haggling another person about deserving their place here,” Drew said from behind them. 

The two girls jumped and looked panicked as they turned to the scowling Scotsman. Both of them belted out quick and scared no’s as they rose their hands in defense. Drew’s intense, grey eyes looked to you before looking to the two girls in front of him. 

“Because the way I see it, real wrestlers don’t make the cut if they’re going to be jealous about one of their peer’s success versus their own.” The two remained silent as Drew’s tone deepened. “The paths that got us here are different. But everyone got here with hard work. Now, if you two want to keep the jobs you have, you’d better leave her alone and be thankful you’re here as well. Unlike you two jobbers, she’s on the Mixed Match challenge with me.” You could see the tremors of the two girls who stood between you and Drew. They were afraid. Even more so that Drew’s tone was way more dangerous. Even you felt scared.  “Now run along and don’t you ever mess with her again.”

The two girls scurried off and you watched them leave, fully aware that Drew’s full attention was on you now. 

“How long has that been going on, princess?” Drew asked you. His voice was a lot softer than when he spoke to the girls. It made you want to melt. 

“Since we were in NXT together,” you admitted, quietly. “Since...it was found out Hunter offered my spot there because he said he saw potential in me.” You turned to look at the soft expression of Drew. “I never went to the Indies....never made a name for myself other than the WWE. Hell...this wasn’t a dream of mine until I got to NXT.” You looked to your boots with a frown as their words played in your head. “Maybe I was handed everything and didn’t work for it.” Drew reached for you, his large hand pressed against your back as he pulled you into his chest, holding you.

“No, I’ve seen your progress, little one,” he said to you. You said nothing as your curled in on yourself, allowing your Mixed Match partner to hold you softly, to speak to you softly, to touch you softly. “I’ve seen the way you’ve changed. I saw who you were when you first started in NXT...the shy new girl who had no idea what she was getting herself into...and I’ve watched whom you’ve become now. You’ve worked so hard and look at where you are now.” 

He pulled away to look down into your eyes and you looked up at him. 

“You’re about to main event RAW, the two of us have been undefeated in Mixed Match, hell....little one...you’ve earned my respect after how much we used to hate each other.” 

You giggled at that, trying to fight back tears because your partner, Drew McIntyre, was singing your praises. 

“Don’t let the likes of those two....or any other wrestler here, for that matter, bring you down and say how much you’re not a real wrestler because the path you took was different. Some people are in the same boat as you; Roman, Charlotte, Alexa, Naomi....all of them are homegrown as well.”

“I’m not like them though,” you murmured, wiping away a stray tear that broke the well. Drew gave you a soft smile. Softer than the ones he’s ever given you before....even after the Nikki fiasco. 

“But you will be...someday,” he said to you, voice dropping to a softer tone. You gave him a smile before you crashed into his torso again, hugging him for a change. He chuckled as he allowed it. 

“You’re getting softer and softer every day,” you said into his chest. Drew let out a quick laugh. 

“Yeah....but I got a reason to be, because my partner needs me to be,” he said, quietly. You smiled. All you wanted to do was be wallowed up in his warm embrace and stay that way for a long, long time. 

You liked this side of Drew;

This softer side he reserved...only for you. 

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[wolfpawn]

I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 133

Chapter Summary -  Settling into a break in Suffolk, Tom and Danielle enjoy themselves in every manner.

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Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

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Tom woke to find, as was becoming more common, long brown hair caught in his facial hair. Since he started growing his beard, Danielle’s hair seemed to stick to it more. Pulling it out and depositing it between them, noting that she had let it grow a lot and also noticing, that in amongst the dark brown locks, a few silver strands were starting to edge in. He smiled slightly and looked at her, happy that she had sought his opinion on potentially selling the house. He thought again of the idea, and with the news that Emma and Jack were expecting a baby, he knew it would not be a good idea to sell it, but he knew too she did not want him paying more than her for whatever home they would consider purchasing. Her constant dancing around, yet referring to, having children made him swallow and his throat to feel tight. It terrified him, but since the day they had the house gathering in Belsize and he walked into the kitchen to see her with Kit on her hip, interacting with him and discussing Mac, he knew, he wanted that with her, their own family in their home, that is what made him start looking into more suitable, out of city homes. He swallowed as the image came to him again, the fluttering feeling in his gut returning as it so often did when he thought of a future with her, excited and scared simultaneously.

He was still thinking about it when he realised Danielle had altered her sleeping position, her body leaning in against his, her body touching his. It was only when he felt her moving slightly did he realise what she was doing in her sleep he chuckled.

‘Elle?’

‘Hmm?’

‘Wake up.’

‘Why?’ her voice was heavy.

‘Because you are rubbing my leg.’

‘Hmm?’

‘You are rubbing yourself on my leg.’

Danielle scrunched her eyes for a moment before rubbing them and looking at Tom, realising the room was bright enough and when she took a moment to assess properly, she had a leg draped over Tom’s and she did seem to be very much leaning in on him. One slight movement told her that yes, she had been doing what he stated. ‘Shit, sorry. I didn’t wake you, did I?’

‘No I was awake anyway.’ He leant over and kissed her. ‘But if you are feeling a little amorous…’

‘Did you wake me up to get consent?’

‘I may have.’ Tom grinned, leaning over her.

‘Good boy.’

‘“Boy?” No, Darling, I am no mere boy, I am a man.’ His grin turned devilish as he leant down and kissed her again, Danielle’s reaction being to put her arms around his neck and to spread her thighs more to allow him to lean against her, gasping as his crotch rubbed along hers, telling her he was more than willing and ready for them to continue. Languidly kissing her neck, he lifted the vest she had worn to bed with her moving slightly to assist him before he began to kiss her chest, toying playfully with little nips, her gasping as he grazed his slight beard as he did so, noting her hand making its way to his hair.

When he went to go down further, she gently tugged on his hair to stop him, looking at her, she shook her head. ‘No.’

‘Why not?’

‘I have been in bed all night, I haven’t had a shower since yesterday.’

‘I know. And?’

‘That’s not pleasant.’

‘You prefer me before a shower.’ She could not counter that. ‘I would not do this if I did not fucking love it.’ Tom smiled deviously before slowly continuing down and paying attention to every spot he knew she liked before getting to his destination. ‘Lift that ass.’ Danielle smirked at him. ‘Elle.’ He warned causing her to do so. He brought down her underwear and knew that between their few moments of amorousness and her previous actions in her sleep, she was very much aroused, so, ensuring to do so before she could object, Tom concentrated on ensuring whatever heated dream Danielle was having before he woke her was very much outshone and her expectations exceeded, her moaning his name more than once amongst a string of expletives.

*

‘I made you breakfast.’ Tom declared as Danielle walked down the stairs smiling after her shower.

‘You made too much.’ She smiled, putting her arms around him.

‘Mum. Emma and Jack are coming over in five.’

‘Thanks for warning me, what if I came down in sexy underwear, or nothing even?’

Tom chuckled. ‘After the seeing to I just gave you, you should at least make it to evening.’

A knock on the door and a couple of barks from the dogs put a halt to their playfulness as Danielle walked over to open it. ‘Move your fuzzy butts.’ She ordered as she unlocked it. As soon as she opened it, Mac rushed out and Bobby stayed, wagging his tail in excitement as his sister came in to greet him. Mac seemed to herd everyone in as Danielle hugged her friend and then her husband tight, congratulating Jack, having not seen him since Emma gave them her news.

While Danielle was hugging them, Diana went over inspecting the cooking. ‘Danielle, Darling, these…’

‘Actually, any and all cooking inquiries belong with your son, not me.’ She smiled.

Diana looked at Tom who seemed slightly abashed by her lack of consideration for him making the food, but the proud look on her face took some of the sting away. ‘I should have known.’

‘I was raised to be able to look after myself and not need a woman to do the basics for me.’

‘Except your washing.’ Danielle pointed out, causing Emma to laugh.

‘I have done the washing.’ Tom declared.

‘Actually, it’s true, I got him to wash the dogs' blankets.’ Danielle acknowledged. She then leant towards Emma, ‘Because let’s face it, he can’t fuck that up entirely.’

‘I heard that.’ Tom stated bemusedly.

‘I wasn’t whispering.’ Danielle smiled cheekily. ‘No, he’s getting there. We just won’t let him at the wools yet.’

‘Yet?’

‘Soon, we’ll have you ready for Paddy’s Day.’

‘Why then?’

‘Realistic target dates?’ Danielle shrugged with her tongue sticking out. When Tom gave her another bemused look, she smiled widely. ‘I’ll get the plates.’ She walked over to the press. ‘Sit down and we’ll be sorting ye.’

‘You have such an Irish accent.’ Jack laughed.

‘Funny, so do you.’ She retorted, earning another laugh off Emma. ‘So, what are the plans for the day?’

I have to go into town.’ Tom declared. Everyone looked at him unimpressed. ‘I have all the presents, I just need...I have all the presents.’

‘He doesn’t have all the presents.’ Emma commented.

‘Will I drop you in or are you stealing the car?’ Danielle asked.

‘Am I insured?’

‘Yep.’ She popped the ‘p’. ‘I had you put on it when I got it.’ She smiled.

‘Well, then, if you don’t mind, may I borrow the car?’ He smiled. She nodded in response. ‘Thank you.’

‘Great, Elle, if you’re free, can you come with me to get a few things sorted after lunch?’ Emma asked. ‘Just us.’

‘Woo, girl’s afternoon, I am in.’ Danielle beamed.

‘I guess I am being abandoned?’ Jack looked sadly at his wife.

‘Yes!’ both women responded at once, before laughing together.

‘You’re as bad as children.’ Diana smiled fondly.

'Actually, if you're not trying to hide something, Tom?' Jack looked at his brother-in-law hopefully.

'Not at all, please, I would actually enjoy the company.'

*

‘So, how are you and Tom?’ Emma asked as they made their way about the store.

‘Good, why?’ Danielle asked worriedly.

‘I was just asking.’ Emma assured her. ‘Are you okay with the premiere?’

‘Scared, nervous and excited is the general gist.’

‘Have you something for it?’

‘Not yet.’

‘You’ll need to get something.’

‘I will need to figure out how much your mum tends to overfeed me too.’

Emma smiled. ‘Well, if you two are staying for all of Christmas, you will need something akin to maternity wear.’

‘Jesus, could you imagine if that was noticed?’ Emma erupted in laughter. ‘And I thought the talk of marriage was scaring Tom.’

‘He’d faint.’

‘After last Christmas, I think that would terrify him.’

Emma ceased laughing. ‘What happened last Christmas, you mean your arm?’

‘No.’ Danielle inhaled and wondered for a moment if she should say anything. ‘Last Christmas, Tom was convinced I was pregnant.’ Emma’s mouth opened slightly as she frowned. ‘And I took a test because he was so terrified, and well, the test came back positive.’ Emma’s eyes widened and for a moment, she looked to Danielle’s stomach, confused. ‘But the test was faulty, so I took another one, and that one worked and said what I was saying, that I was not, but for a few minutes...Jesus Em, I nearly lost my life.’

‘I dare say, especially with how you feel about such things.’

‘I know, I...I wouldn’t be part of Safeguard, not properly, and Tom and I…’

‘Hey…’ Emma hugged her tight. ‘It was just a scare.’

‘I knew I wasn’t, but when that test gave the doubt…’

‘I know. I knew I was pregnant, I just felt so off.’

‘Well, I am so excited for you.’

‘Can I tell you something?’ Danielle gave a nod. ‘We didn’t plan this yet.’ Danielle’s brow rose. ‘They said it would take a few months at least, if not a year, and…’ She looked down and shrugged.

‘How long were you off it?’

‘Six weeks.’ Danielle laughed. ‘Yeah, so I do get the shocked reaction. If not slightly differently.’

‘Well, yeah. You do. And how are you feeling?’

‘So nervous, so scared but so so happy and excited. I made a person.’

‘I know, and I cannot wait to start spoiling them.’

‘Oh God, this is going to be worse than me with the Duchess, isn’t it?’

‘Oh yes. This is my first baby niece or nephew. I mean, I always loved the Duchess, and I adore spoiling her, but this time is different.’

‘You’re part of the family two ways now. Though…’

‘Do not mention a wedding, please.’

‘Mum is still talking about it.’

‘We can handle her, don’t make me have to deal with you too.’

‘Oh, I don’t want you getting married.’ Danielle gave her a confused look. ‘I am not having “Cankles” in your wedding photos, you are waiting until this one is born and you and I are going to get wedding fit together.’

Danielle laughed. ‘Sure thing, Pippa Middleton.’

‘God, I am never going to have that ass.’

‘We’ll make sure you get a dress to give you the illusion of it.’ Danielle promised.

#i hate you i love you #chapter 13 #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fic #wolfpawn

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/rubs hands together/ Since you want to talk about Kai and I would love to listen to you talk about Kai, time for some asks!!! Ok so, for the "asks that reveal more than you think", hows about we do... 1, 7, 10, 12, and 30! And for the "jumbo asks" one let's do... 🍒, 📙, 📀, 🌳, 💙, and 💗!

Most of these I’m going to answer from the perspective of Kai as he is in Terminal Velocity, because while the Kai in Rebel in the Gray is still the same character, he took a different path at a specific point in his story that has of course made some adjustments to his characterization. 

1. Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Kai absolutely has several like, giant squishmallows that he would sleep with, because SOFT. His favorite would be either a shark one or a cat! 

7. Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

I would describe my boy as loving, protective, and badass. I think he would describe himself as stubborn, funny, and we’d overlap on protective. 

10. What age do they most want to be right now?

Kai is more than happy with his age of 38! He doesn’t really have any desire to go back to his younger days, and while he looks forward to the future, he’s not anxious to reach any specific age ahead of him. 

12. Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

Kai is definitely a romantic, though he’s a stickler for seeing good romance. He wants to see that bond of friendship form before the romance kicks in. He would definitely lean into the rule for stories where, if your characters have to kiss for you to show that they’re in love, were they actually in love to begin with. 

30. What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

This one is a bit tricky for me, I’m having a hard time thinking of something! Like, I can’t see Kai doing something hurtful (to someone who doesn’t deserve it) just because he knows he’d be forgiven. Although! Actually something does come to mind: vigilantism. In Rebel, Kai is already a vigilante, and I would consider that something that is forgiven by a lot of civilians in the bnha universe. In Terminal Velocity though, there will come a point where Kai has to consider vigilantism as an option, and one of his arguments to himself for potentially doing it would be that he knows Nedzu, Aizawa, and others, would forgive him for it.  

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🍒 What kind of things do they expect from their relationships? Does this differ between platonic relationships and romantic ones? Is your OC “demanding” or a door mat? What kinds of things do people expect from them in a relationship?

Regardless of whether a relationship is romantic or platonic, Kai expects respect and communication. He really does live by the rule of treating others how he wants to be treated, and he’s old enough and has experienced enough relationships that he would much rather sit down and talk about something rather than fight about it because it didn’t get addressed sooner. 

In the past, Kai has been a doormat. He has definitely had toxic relationships, where people expected him to be the rock, the source of stability, because of his personality and the way he presents himself. These people were subsequently not there for him when he was suffering and needed them to return the favor. He doesn’t put up with that kind of thing now. I wouldn’t call Kai “demanding”, I would say that Kai sets boundaries, and expects people to respect them, because he respects the boundaries of others. 

📙 What kind of subjects (of conversation, of discussion, in school or whatever) does your OC find interesting or engaging or that they can talk for hours about? What kind of stuff do they just find fun?What things bore your OC to tears and they couldn’t care less about? Why?

Kai could talk for hours about: cooking/food culture, quirk combat, and specifically related to his background and current position working at UA-trauma informed care. The most recent chapter of Terminal Velocity pretty much shows that Kai will cook just for fun! He’ll also create art or sing for fun, and while he’s decent at these things, he does them more for fun than to be “good” at them. 

I wouldn’t say that this topic *bores* Kai, but it is something that he has a hard time talking about: politics within heroics. He has very personal, horrific experiences with this, and he could easily talk about the problems for hours, but he would also get irritated, and uncomfortable, and reach a point where he couldn’t stand to talk about it anymore. 

As for topics that actually bore him, anything related to business, finances, investments, etc. He’ll learn the bare minimum he needs to in order to function as an adult, but otherwise he hates it. 

📀 How easy is it to shock your OC? To confuse them? To lie to them, to manipulate them? How are they with feelings of trust? Can your OC be trusted?

I think these things depend on context! I think for something harmless and playful, it might be easier to shock or confuse him. When it comes to actual lying and manipulation, because of Kai’s experience when he was a hero in the States, he’s very good at catching when he’s being lied to, or when someone is attempting to manipulate him. 

Kai takes trust very seriously. He does not trust easily, but once someone has earned his trust, he’s all in. Kai himself is absolutely trustworthy, as long as it’s someone he’s like, actually aligned with. As in, the people Kai is close to and loyal to can absolutely trust him. But someone like Endeavor, who Kai loathes, would absolutely not be able to trust him haha. 

🌳 Compare your OC to themself from 10 years ago. How has their mental state changed since then, how have they aged and grown up? Would they say they’re in a better place than they were back then or do they need help? What advice would they give their younger self? What advice would their younger self give to them now?

So much as changed for Kai in 10 years. 14 or 15 years ago is when Nedzu helped Kai and his fathers relocate to Japan from the States, and at that point Kai was in a bad place. 10 years ago, Kai would have been getting better, but still bitter and angry about what happened in the States. He would have been struggling with the fact that he couldn’t finish what he started. 

His mental state has absolutely improved from there. He’s learned to recognize and appreciate what he *was* able to do, and has seen the impact that he had. He also learned to redirect his energy to what he can do now, to accept the past and focus on the present and the future. Hence his attitude in the latest Terminal Velocity chapter, about making days special just because. 

As for advice for his younger self, I think Kai would tell his younger self to find allies, to not try and take so much on alone. Kai’s younger self would be good at reminding his older self to never let his guard down. 

💙 What did your OC want to be when they grew up and why? Did they have any lifelong dreams or ambitions they never got to work on or are they currently working to achieve this dream? Has their life taken a very unexpected turn and put all these plans on hold for a while or have they given up on any dreams?

I think, like a lot of kids in the bnha universe, Kai grew up very interested in becoming a hero. I think he likely started out wanting to be like daylight heroes, until he started school and discovered the value of underground heroics. I think outside of his career as a hero, Kai has an ongoing dream to continue learning how to cook food from different places in the world. 

Kai definitely gave up his vision of what being a hero would be when he left the States though. He may have, at one point, had a dream of getting to actually fix the mess he got himself into, that is no longer attainable or part of his life. 

💗 What would your OC say is their best feature? Why? What do their friends / family / lover(s) / people they know think is their best feature and why?

I think Kai would probably say either his stubbornness or his protectiveness are his best features, since those things for him go hand in hand. As far as most things go, Kai is an easy going guy, but on the issues or things he cares about, Kai does not budge. We’ve seen that most notably with his security policies, and his unwillingness to budge for Endeavor. A big part of that stubbornness that came through is because of Kai feeling protective towards Shouta, Fuyumi, and Natsuo. I think Kai would also point out that his hair is pretty great, and he has a nice butt, because he’s not above flaunting his own prettiness. 

I think Kai’s friends/loved ones would agree on all of the above. 

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neighborly -1/2

moodboard by the one and only @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan 

moodboard by the lovely @ohcaptainmystan

this is part one of two in a little story I came up with for @buckygrantbarnes writing challenge! hope you enjoy. part 2 this week!!

NeighborAU

Glass shatters, jarring you from your too vivid dream involving cotton sheets with impossibly high thread count and distinct male perfection settling over you with a sheen of sweat painted over his body. Heart pounding and head throbbing from the immediate barking of your dog has your body flopping back to the mattress and pillow with heaving breaths. Count to ten before you react. Think of a third party perspective. Don’t do anything rash.

But it’s the third time in as many days, and a working woman can only take so much before she has to write a strongly worded note to a noisy, inconsiderate, low-life neighbor for blatant disregard for anyone else’s existence on their complex floor. You kick at the sheet that’s wrapped itself around your foot as you stumble out of bed and slam your hand onto the bedside table in search of a pen and paper.

Hours later, Bucky’s head is swimming with white noise and regret. He never should have listened when Natasha begged him to watch the cat while she went out of the country. The menace ruined his blackout curtains, puked all over his bathroom and living room rugs, clawed the feet and legs of all his wooden furniture and had all but eaten the lining underneath his couch. No space in his home was safe, no corner left undisturbed by the svelte feline. 

Steve had even created what briefly had been titled the “Vlad-you-little-shit” jar to which anyone must contribute money when complaining about the cat. Bucky alone could have fully funded Natasha trip abroad with the funds earned over the weekend. 

With breakfast out of the way, he skirted out of his own door and nearly slammed his own toe in the door to shoo the cat away from his desperate escape. His keys jingled in his thick cotton pocket, lounge pants adorned with sheet music from West Side Story. The plastic wrapped newspaper sat in a lump by the welcome mat, but a new addition in bright neon pink stuck to the grungy plastic.

Noisy Neighbor,

Maybe you’re new to the complex, but tenants here appreciate peace and quiet at 2 AM when everyone else is asleep except night shift nursing staff and your goddamned hellian of a pet. Unless your guest is celebrating a beautiful marriage every night, please cease and desist all glass breaking, radio playing and anything louder than a Boeing 747 taking off from La Guardia.

Sincerely, 

Awake Acquaintance

Bucky shook his head and grimaced. Solving this riddle required waffles, bacon, coffee and maybe third party consultation. 

Your entire day at work passed by at the pace of molasses in the dead of winter.

In Antarctica.

Dragging your heeled feet up the stairs of your Brooklyn apartment seemed to be enough cardio for one day after your restless night of soothing Beau’s response to your neighbor’s continuous noise during the worst hours of the night. Four days in and it was becoming almost impossible to remember when you had more than two hours of uninterrupted sleep. 

On your door perched a stark blue sticky note.

Annoying Acquaintance,

Don’t believe we’ve met, and doubt I’d like to given your own howling alarm can’t help but wake up the entire floor in the span of five seconds of his singing. He’s very off key and really should consider keeping his day job - especially since he is far less likely to piss off surrounding neighbors like myself who value their sleep. 

Signed,

Not-So Noisy Neighbor

The note crumples in your hand as you barge through your own door, Beau’s claws skittering around the corner with a wiggling butt in tow. A happy grin and lolling tongue make it impossible for you to even consider being upset with him. No, this was Noisy Neighbor’s fault entirely for permitting drunken bar fights to happen in his apartment. 

Seething over your reheated leftovers from Pietro’s Pies, you peer down at Beau who eagerly chows down on his bowl of grain-free dry food mixed with roasted turkey breast leftover from your sister’s potluck. 

“Don’t follow my example, buddy,” you murmur through a cheesy bite of pizza, “you keep eating healthy so you can bite the neighbor’s sorry ankles.”

He pays you no mind as you glare at the note rumpled on the counter. If it was war this stubborn, pigheaded snob wanted, fine. You could manage that.

Steve’s rigorous 5 AM training routine couldn’t be followed on barely three hours sleep, and Bucky knew better than to try to keep up mentally in conversation as the two jogged together through the park. The metal prosthetic tugged at his shoulder as he pumped his arms in tandem, strides and pace matching his blond friend. 

“You didn’t hear a single thing I just said, did you?”

The pair slowed to a stop, Bucky leaning over to rest his hands on his knees. “Over the fake hangover I have? Not a word.”

Steve chuckled and rested his hands on his hips. “The cat hates you.”

Bucky nods in defeat. “Feeling’s mutual.”

“It’s just a cat, Buck-”

“Like hell it is,” he snaps, pointedly eyeing Steve. “That thing is a curse on anyone who crosses its path. A bane on humanity. A pox on my family.”

“Dramatic,” Steve laughs and hands his cohort an aluminum water bottle. “When does Natasha get back?” “Not soon enough,” Bucky chugs half the water easily, wiping the overflow from his mouth and jaw. “My neighbor left me this uptight note about noise like I have anything to do with that thing terrorizing my apartment.”

Steve notes the spark of motivation in Bucky’s voice and smirks. “And what did you do about it?” “Takes two to Tango, Stevie,” he laughs and lightly taps his metallic knuckles against his friend’s shoulder to prompt their return to jogging pace. “Neighbor won’t see what’s comin’ next.”

Admittedly, the exercise set Bucky’s muscles into a pleasant thrum of adrenaline that carried him up the stairs two at a time. The bounce in his step faltered then broke into an aggravated trot as he neared his door.

Another pink note.

Boisterous Butthead,

It may occur to you, should you remove your head from your ass long enough to listen to neighborly concern, that other residents here in the building may have complaints of their own about you and your rowdy pest. Some may be inclined to report you to the super but have refrained from drastic measures in the hopes that you might see reason. Consider this your last pink slip.

Terribly Tired Tenant

Heat rose from Bucky’s chest over his neck and into his ears, blood roiling. Brooklyn wasn’t cheap no matter how anyone sliced rent - and he’d be damned if a cat of all things got him kicked out of the only affordable place left in the borough.

His sneaker-clad foot toed the door open, met with claws and teeth viciously attacking the rubber and fabric. Bucky eyed the old piano across the room and smirked.

Terribly Tight Tenant,

Try pulling the stick out of your ass before inspecting mine. Your barking nuisance is disturbing my cat’s natural instinct to hunt. Unless your mutt has eaten them, I’ve left some OSHA approved ear plugs for your sensitive ears. Get a life that doesn’t involve me or mine.

Rested Renter

It’d taken you a few years into adulthood to finally figure out how people ended up in prison for murder. The ear plugs were already trashed, but you’d decided to keep his notes for proof of his intolerable behavior when you clicked send on your completed email to your super. 

Just a click.

But you couldn’t pull the proverbial trigger. No, this was personal. Extremely personal and an affront on your sanity.

You’re knocking at his door before you realize Beau’s fluffy head is sticking out of your door with ears perked in curiosity. You move to shoo him inside when your neighbor’s door staggers open, tenant wiggling and fussing at a screaming cat. 

He’s tall, hair cropped short, sharp jaw and icy gaze. Maybe if he wasn’t such an asshole, he’d be attractive.

“Can I help you?”

Oh no, he’s definitely attractive. He’s holding the door mostly shut, clearly blocking the cat’s only escape route. Paws are stretching through the crack and snapping back again furiously.

“Your cat is-”

Beau barks and his paws skid on the laminate flooring in his attempt to greet his potential new friend, but you’re too quick for him and scoop him up into your arms, tufts of fur wafting through the air. You sputter, hair tickling your lips.

��Not my cat,” he finishes for you, a hand at his hip. “Your dog is bothering my friend’s cat.”

You manage a glare at him once Beau lets his body rest in your arms, tongue lolling as he inspects the hallway from his new vantage point. “My dog is not bothering your cat, jerk, he’s protecting me.”

“From a broken vase in the next room? Right. Real big, bad guard dog you’ve got there,” he says, Beau licking at your opponent’s fingers and knuckles happily. “He’s real tough.”

“Look, keep the cat under control or I’ll file a complaint with the super about the noise. I have to work two jobs to afford this place on my own, so when I get to sleep, I’d prefer it be peaceful. I’m not asking much-”

“Then you obviously don’t know this cat.”

You roll your eyes and walk back to your door, hauling Beau over your shoulder to dig for your keys. The jingling catches the small tabby’s attention and has her crying louder, clawing viciously at the notch in the doorway. 

“Sounds like it’s better I don’t.”

Your door is shut before Bucky can admit he’s swallowed his pride.

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