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pitaparka · 4 years ago

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sex headcanons

note — NSFW. whelp. if anyone wanted proof of me being clinically insane, this is what you could show them. not only has all of my free time been devoted to watching anything with pedro pascal in it, this is also what i think about while watching these anythings. i know there are people out there who have loved him for longer and are even more obsessed than i, so i figured i would share my personal headcanons for the PPCU (pedro pascal cinematic universe, duh). big love for any fans of pedrito - nat

MANDO

- VIRGIN with a capital V

- did you see how he reacted when grogu touched his face? this man has not been touched since he was a child

- he grew up with the mandalorians but he was exposed to suggestive behaviors because, helloooo, bounty hunter

- you have to coax him into it, but it doesn't take much, since he plans on keeping you around long term

- plus, you're so good with the kid

- you provide him a safe space to explore both himself and also your body and he has no idea how lucky he is for it

- doesn't make very much noise, but loves to listen to you

- he won't last long, he’s so sensitive from years of going untouched, but this man's recovery time???

- unparalleled

- he also has the dick of a space porn star and doesn't know it

- but seriously, rice purity score is NOT lower than 90, and most of the boxes he checks are "running-from-the-police" related

- he really wants to be held and have someone run their hands through his hair and kiss his neck and hold his hands is that too much to ask???

EZRA

- his words are where he gets you

- who knew dirty talk could sound so elegant??? and poetic??

- what a tease he is, too

- he pants so heavily right in your ear holy sweet lord

- and loves to laugh during sex

- he doesn't take himself super seriously unless he gets super into it, which has been known to happen from time to time

- safe words have been used between you two, which there's no shame in, but he's so good to you afterward

- he loves aftercare, and being gentle and sweet after a rough session

- asks you what you want and makes you beg for it

- makes you feel like you're in control but really, he's the one in control

- will make you cum before he does

- kinky kinky boy, almost always willing to try what you want him to

- loves to pin you down, but after he loses his arm it becomes a bit harder, so he settles for holding you flush against his chest as you squirm in his strong grip

FRANKIE

- a little soft spoken, but will whisper in your ear in public because he knows it gets you riled up

- will stare you down from across the room with bedroom eyes

- he's got that pilot's precision if you know what i mean aha

- he's honest with you about what he likes and has no qualms about telling you up front

- gives off switch energy, but you're gonna have to really make it worth his while if you want to fuck him

- a very gentle touch, which he would love to be reciprocated

- he aches from years in the service, his back, his knees, his shoulders

- would probably drop dead if you gave him a massage as foreplay

WHISKEY

- what an arrogant piece of shit

- "gorgeous, darlin', sweetheart, sugar"

- he will butter you up like a roll on thanksgiving goddamn

- so straightforward, and very up in your face, but it got you to sleep with him the first time you met him, so you can't say it doesn't work

- not the best with his fingers, but dear lord that tongue does wonders when he's not talking

- is a man on a mission to please you

- will spend an absurd amount of time between your thighs, and loves to feel you try to push him away when you get oversensitive

- loves it when you get feisty

- pull his hair, bite down a little harder than usual, push him down onto the bed or forcefully unbuckle his pants and this man will be putty in your hands

- is SO LOUD, and expects the same from you

- doesn't understand that because you're not screaming to the heavens doesn't mean he's doing a bad job

- associates volume with pleasure which isn't always the case

- that's something you'll have to work on with him, but he's a patient man

JAVIER PEÑA

- keeps condoms and lube on hand at almost all times

- ohhhh boy is this man willing to go at it wherever, whenever, you name it

- will fuck you until he sweats, and keeps going afterward

- and will definitely do you right

- he fucks to feel in control, so good luck trying to take control with this one

- almost tries to distance himself from you at first, but really it scares him that he cares so much

- there's just something about orgasming at the same time as you that just makes his whole week, and your hole weak (ahaha)

- likes to fuck you from behind and fuck you roughly, hands both occupied at the same time, mouth on you, and dick inside you

- very hands on, but can be sweet afterward

- this man kisses like no other you've ever kissed before, he leaves you breathless

MARCUS MORENO

- leads by example wink wink

- will show you what he wants done to him, and is pretty vanilla, but in a good way

- is big on foreplay and also aftercare, probably one of the sweeter ones on the list

- he's almost methodical in his sex, very routine, but willing to deviate for you

- gentle, but deep, languid strokes

- thinks he's quieter than he actually is

- always has a lot on his mind, so he really appreciates it when you can ease some of his tension

- secretly was really experimental in college

- very attentive to your needs and likes to tease

- morning sex is his thing. when he gets home from a long day, he wants to eat and relax and sleep. but in the morning? before anyone is up and before breakfast is even being considered, he likes to wake you up with sweet bruises and roaming hands

MARCUS PIKE

- marcus is the type of man to respect your boundaries fully, keep copies of toys he knows you like at his house, and surprise you at work with flowers and a dirty quickie in the bathroom because you've wanted to try it so badly

- a more traditional way of thinking on sex, and semi-reluctant to do anything involving his ass, but will try it for you if you really want him to

- a very quick learner, this one, and incredibly intuitive

- what he lacks in skill he makes up for in enthusiasm

- it's almost like he can read your mind, when he uses just the right amount of pressure and uses just the right motion to make you cum for him

- you have no idea how anyone could give this up, let alone break his heart

- his favorite thing is having you ride him, your face buried in his neck as you grind your hips down as he whispers praise in your ear

- marcus isn't super kinky, but i'm sure you can convince him to try something new every once in a while

MAX PHILLIPS

- OFFICE. DESK. SEX.

- "a private word with you in my office, please."

- so very seductive. the hand on the small of your back gets you going and he knows it, but he'll have to be more subtle if he wants to keep you

- another one who will butter you up to get you to sleep with him. he's very obvious about it, so it may or may not work first time. regardless he's up for a challenge

- pays so much attention to your neck. you will have to invest in many turtlenecks if you want to be with max

- big on eye contact, except for the exception of fucking you senseless over his desk

- obviously, a vampire, so he's absolutely magic between your thighs

- is very personable with everyone else, mainly because he's a business major, but he LOVES to make you jealous, this man LIVES off of it

- will one hundred percent expect you to be putty in his arms immediately, and treats it as a competition if you aren't

- he WILL take it personally and will make it a personal goal of his to get you to like him and want to fuck him without using his powers

- a game of cat and mouse

- does not care at all about being loud in the workplace, but he likes to see you struggle to keep quiet, even if everyone else can hear you anyway

MAXWELL LORD

- has suCH a praise kink wow

- his favorite thing is to hear you moan and tell him he’s doing a good job

- a little more vanilla than his counterparts but does like to take control and be a little rough

- a switch sometimes, falls into ruts where he just wants someone to take care of him

- but he WILL NOT ASK FOR IT. his pride won't let him

- at first, he’s not as mindful of you as you’d like him to be

- his sex is fast and unpleasant with hands everywhere and mouths and teeth and touch

- so you sit him down, and show him what you like. very slow and sensual

- you take your time with him, and he eventually starts to do the same with you

OBERYN MARTELL

- remember din's rice purity score? yeah, oberyn's is maybe ten. which is pushing it

- when you meet him, he knows what he likes, and is very particular about it

- he's done his fair share of experimenting, but he's willing to try new things, if there's anything new to be tried

- takes control inside and outside the bedroom

- not afraid to show you your place

- he's the kinky one in the relationship, and he will let you explore his body all you want

- if he doesn't like it he will kindly redirect you, his hands on yours, stroking and tugging and redirecting pressure and placement so that you learn his body in and out

- loves to watch you with his girls and boys. what an exhibitionist this man is

- for most people, they have to choose between quantity or quality in their sex lives. oberyn martell is not most people

- he is a prince, and will not let you forget it, but likes it when you talk back and he has to punish you

PERO TOVAR

- the roughest one on the list, but not the kinkiest

- sex to him when he's at his worst is just a way for him to feel good and relieve stress

- when he's at his best, it's a way for him to make you scream his name

- very possessive about what's his, and if he has to show it in front of everyone else for them to know that he will do it

- this man fucks like a rabbit. how does he find the time??? nobody knows

- his libido is so high. you have no idea how he isn't absolutely spent at the end of a long day of fighting and training and wandering, but he'll fuck you where you lay if you let him and you're too tired to move

- once you accidentally walked in on him stroking himself, and the AUDACITY OF HIM

- he smirked, groaned, and asked you to help him out

- who could resist a man like that

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High School AUs

College/University AUs

⭐ A+ fics (imho) | All of the recs

High School AUs

High Scores by popfly ⭐

Kaner is a DDR master, Jonny is ultra-competitive. Bollig just wants to make out with Shawzy.

Dynamical Systems by jezziejay ⭐ - math geek patrick! jock jonny!

Jonny’s plenty smart, but there’s hockey practice just before a double math period every Tuesday and Wednesday morning. He gets to class on time. Physically, he’s there. But his mind is still on the ice. Throw in a kidney infection that keeps him home for two weeks, and Jonny’s struggling. Not failing, but that C is dragging his GPA down, and his mom is making clucking noises. The same noises that mean hockey time is coming up for review.

There’s a note on the student boards advertising tutoring.

promise i'm worthy (to hold in your arms) [One and Only series] - teenage angst and american douchebags ft. ryan kesler

"So come on and give me a chance to prove I am the one who can walk that mile."

love is a contact sport by hazel, mermaid ⭐ - high school soulmates!

"And the tragic reality of Patrick's life is that even though they broke up over a year ago, he and Johnny still play beautiful hockey together."

A high school AU, featuring dream-fish, bad movie dates, and a little bit of magic.

Movie Nights or Five Times Jonny Wanted Popcorn (and One Time He Didn’t) by CoffeeKristin

Patrick had only been working at the movie theater a few weeks when a noisy bunch of boys from his high school burst through the doors just before the last showing of Captain America: Civil War and come tumbling into the lobby, whooping it up. He sighed and put down the containers of popcorn he was counting, mentally preparing himself for the asshattery he was likely to endure.

“What can I get you?” he asked the crowd, and true to form, no one was listening so he waited another moment. Finally one of the boys got pushed to the front, stumbling into the counter. “Fuck, Duncs, not so hard,” he said, and oh. That was Jonathan Toews: Captain of the high school soccer team, president of the student council, son of the mayor. Basically, everything Patrick wasn’t.

do it how you want it done ⭐

(very vaguely) grease-inspired high school au.

yeah, i went there.

kissing your honeyed eyes by forochel

The one that's the British boarding school AU.

This Is What A Love Song Sounds Like by fourfreedoms ⭐ - reunion fic but god the flashbacks! the angst!

When he came out after his freshman year of college his mother said she’d always known, and he’d had to fight down the bizarre wave of paranoia that maybe everybody knew, maybe they’d all just been letting him sweat all those years. It was crazy of course, there was only one person who’d known, who had any idea.Patrick Kane.

Ten years after they fucked around in high school, Patrick and Jonny meet back up at their high school reunion.

roll with it by hazel ⭐

The one where a bunch of Blackhawks inexplicably go to boarding school, Tazer is the world's meanest DM, and Pat doesn't know why anyone would think cutting the head off a hydra was good idea.

Light Me Up by sahiya - where they both went to Shattuck!

Being serious about hockey always meant Patrick would have to leave home. For a long time he thought it would be for juniors and a billet family. But things don't go as planned, and he finds himself at Shattuck-St. Mary's.

His roommate's name is Jonathan Toews. He can't keep his water bottles on his side of the room, and he's unfortunately, stupidly hot. Because Patrick's life sucks.

boot theory by mentalistecbm - teen angst, break up

Everyone knows that they're broken up.

glory days by liketheroad ⭐ - soulmate, teen angst

He never expected his destiny to involve anything but hockey, never thought it would show up in flip flops, but when Patrick smiles at him across the locker room, quick and surprised, Johnny lets his priorities shift and change without a hint of reluctance or regret.

There's Only Blood Running In My Veins by mikarala - pwp

Patrick and Jonny are making out in Patrick’s bedroom when Jonny says it. “I--I,” he stutters out, in between a moan, “I want you to fuck me.”

Gold Seeking Ends by liveinfury - Flipped AU

“Wanna go on the tire swing with me after?” Jonny asks.

“No,” Patrick answers.

“Oh,” Jonny says, looking deflated. “What about the jungle gym?”

“Nope."

“Um, okay,” Jonny says, shrugging before walking away.Sam giggles some more. “I can’t believe Jonny, the dirt eater, likes you.”Patrick smirks at him. “Everyone likes me.”

(or Patrick and Jonny meet in the second grade. Jonny's instantly smitten, Patrick is...not. Ten years later, things start flipping.)

Keep Calm and Don't Think of Star Wars podfic by exmanhater ⭐ - A Clueless AU

After I once again assure Abby that Johnny and I are not, NOT related (by googling the difference between half-brother and stepbrother because jesus fucking christ am I am the only knowledgeable one around here?), she agrees to help.

but i can write a song

“We’re not going to be called Jonny and the Patricks,” Jonny says, sounding entirely too put upon about a name that’s clearly awesome.

[or; the high school band au you probably didn't ask for]

lost in brightness - pat, jon and a crowded train

“You’re gonna get caught one day,” Jonny sighs, herding Pat in front of him as they squeeze onto the train, the crowd thicker than usual. It’s been raining on and off, fall well and truly taking the city in its grasp. Jonny’s already looking forward to meeting Pat by his house every morning, red-cheeked and rugged up, his face barely visible between his toque and scarf.

you're mending what's broken - a stats nerd Patrick story

The guy who sits behind Jonny in AP Stats wants to know how many shots on goal he had last Tuesday. Or at least, that's how it starts.

A high school AU featuring stats nerd Kaner and his Tragic Hockey Backstory (TM), without much time or inclination toward actual tragedy. Instead there is discussion of Corsi. And kissing.

Examine Other Beauties by kiwoa - theater kids!

"I," Jonny says, and he slips his headset up from around his neck to nestle over his ears, "am not an actor."

"Good thing I don't need you to act."

"No."

"Jonny."

"Patrick."

"Please?" Kaner cants forward and tilts his face up to blink at Jonny. In the fluttering light that filters in from the stage, his eyes look unnaturally pale. "Just read the lines, okay? I want to see how well I've memorized them."

Jonny scrubs a hand over his face. The motion knocks his mike askew. "One scene."

A/S/L ⭐ - 90s teenaged kids meeting on webcam omg

The internet is a dangerous place, or:

Patrick and Jonny meet, lie through their teeth, and fall in love. Mostly that last part.

Actual Prom King Brandon Saad by popfly ⭐

Patrick might be a little jealous of the new kid.

Sure Brandon is basically the prom king from every feel-good teenage movie Patrick’s sisters have made him watch, but that doesn’t mean Jonny wants that.

Sign it with your heart by tictactoews + podfic by exmanhater ⭐

Patrick loses a bet and is dared to plant an anonymous love letter into a random locker. It just so happens that the locker belongs to one Jonathan Toews, captain of the school hockey team.Meanwhile, Jonny finds himself in need of a math tutor, and following the advice of his teacher, he asks the new kid, Patrick Kane, for help.

a complicated kindness by liketheroad - young and figuring out d/s ⭐

Patrick still remembers how scared Sharpy looked, just for a second there. He remembers not understanding why anyone would back away from Johnny when he was like that, why they wouldn’t want to strain closer, pushing to see how much further he’d go.

What Comes Easy by impertinence - summer camp of angst

Kaner's determined to never grow up; Tazer's determined to grow up as quickly as possible. Over eleven years of summer camp, they learn to meet in the middle. Set in stlkrchk's Camp Quaquanantuck universe.

mathletes are totally athletes by ukiyo91, yukonecho

Mathlete Patrick Kane never thought that when he was assigned to tutor hockey jock Jonathan Toews that he would be swept up into a new sport...or into Captain Serious.

Toews was like the guild leader Patrick had always aspired to be in WoW, but more of an asshole.

i'll be the embrace that keeps you warm by longtime_lurker - huddling for warmth

It is like death, but it is not death; lovelier. / Cold, inconvenienced, late, what will you do now / with the gift of your left life?

Clumsy by CoffeeKristin - a short first kiss fic uwu

“Knock it off,” she hissed at him. “He’s looking at you!”

“Who?” Patrick said, his head swiveling around, resulting in Erica smacking him again. “Hey! Quit hitting me!”

“Then quit being an idiot,” she huffed. “Jonny Toews, you dunce. He’s looking over here, and you’re biting on the string of your hoodie like a moron.”

look around once in a while by achilleees

One man’s struggle to take it easy.

Based off of “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off,” but instead of girlfriends and daddy issues, there’s hockey and pining. And daddy issues.

Summer Lovin' by CoffeeKristin - est. relationship insecurities

Patrick's home from summer camp, and Jonny's first on his list of to-do's. Somehow a little actual angst/plot worked it's way in. But mostly it's just porn.

Ninety-Nine Point Three Percent by jimtiberiuskirk - best friends mutually pining

The problem is, is that Patrick is 99.3% sure that Jonny knows all about his giant, embarrassing man-crush on him.

bring it if you really want it by staraflur - harry potter AU

It starts like this:

Well, okay, Patrick has no idea how it actually starts. But as pertains to him (in other words, the important part), it goes a little something like so:

America, being a nation composed in large part of a melting pot of immigrants who may or may not have taken over land already owned by others using less-than-savory means, doesn’t have much of a magical national identity. Much less a magical continental identity. There’s no grand heritage going back thousands of years. Magical families home-schooled all their kids until, like, the 1800’s, and tough for the muggle-born, apparently. Hopefully you got noticed by someone who knew what to do with you before you got burned at the stake. Since you probably can’t control your powers, sport.

(if you're feeling down) i can feel you up by hawkeytime

"Hey," Patrick said appreciatively from behind where Jonny stood, stoic as always, by the side of the pool. "Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Because you have a sweet ass.”Or: How Patrick Kane spent his summer hitting on the hot lifeguard with the help of some inspired (read: awful) pickup lines.

kiss and tell by hawkeytime

“Trust me,” Sharpy says, “this will be good for you.”And then, he shoves Jonny into what appears to be a mostly empty coat closet and slams the door shut behind him.

“What the fuck, Sharp!” Jonny calls, pounding at the door which is, of course, locked.

“Enjoy your seven minutes in heaven, Tazer,” Sharpy singsongs.Then, the bare bulb mounted on the ceiling flares to life, illuminating one Patrick Kane.

Fuck.

i know you are (but what am i) by booktubelover7 - always a girl!pat

Pat throws up her arms in celebration after Toews makes a beautiful goal off of Pat’s assist. She crows in celebration as Toews slams into her, shouting in her ear.

Pat’s playing, she’s playing, she’s playing. Not just that, but she’s winning too.When her line gets back to the bench, Pat leans over to speak into Toews’ ear. “Thank you,” she says. Her teammate just turns his head to look at her, a grin spreading across his face.

Love or Torture - a/b/o

Patrick Kane is too short, too Omega, and his heat too delayed for him to play hockey. Jonathan Toews has a plan to bring glory to both of them.

keep buying the stars by medusacascade22- teacher!Jonny

“Fuck,” Jonny groans. He props his elbows up on his desk and lets his head fall into his hands. It’s going to be a long fucking year.

(or, in which Jonathan Toews is Patrick Kane's teacher, and shit gets real.)

College/Uni AUs

cello suite no. 1 - THIS IS ONE IS A CLASSIC 👌

The first time Jonathan meets Patrick Kane is because he hits him with a lacrosse ball.

In Jonathan's defense, he threw a perfect pass to Seabs, who failed to just reach the one or two feet above his head to catch it.

"Oh shit," Jonathan says when he watched the ball arc across the lawn and whack a blond kid squarely between his shoulder blades.

"Heads up!" he calls belatedly.

this is how we do it series by staraflur ⭐ - frat bros AU!!!

He doesn’t think Zeus is supposed to have a sword, but their Zeus does. So now Jonny does, because of course he’s in charge. He looks, Patrick is drunk enough to acknowledge, far better than anyone has a right to in a grody old Halloween costume that’s probably soaked up the butt sweat of dozens, if not hundreds, of Theta-presidents past. Jonny wears it, Patrick gets the sword. Win-win.

AKA that time there was a frat AU (of course).

This Heart Is Not For Wasting by fourfreedoms - oblivious best friends

Patrick puts his head in his hands. “How could this get any worse?”

“Wait, it’s not like, a big deal is it?” Duncs asks, looking at him and Jonny in turn. “The way you and Jonny are weird about each other? She’s gotta have made her peace with it ages ago.”

A college AU.

love song for love songs by boodreaus ⭐ - angst, internalized homophobia

“Right,” Jonny says. “Cool.” He seems to hesitate, pausing when Patrick goes for the door handle, and then, right as Patrick’s bracing himself to run for the house, Jonny says, “You should come.”

Patrick turns back at him and is handed a piece of paper. “To our next show, I mean,” Jonny is saying as Patrick examines what turns out to be a flyer, thick black lettering taking up every square inch of space on the brilliant sunshine-colored surface. “It’s tomorrow night, at the showcase. Feel free to say yes or no or whatever. If you don’t know, it’s cool.”

“I’ll,” Patrick starts, and then stops, blinking up at him. Jonny’s just watching him, kind of, elbow resting on the steering wheel. “Maybe,” he finally says, and Jonny smiles.

yet we will make him run - some more angst, except more erudite

Kaner the English Lit major AU.

Sigma Chi series by hatrickane - frat bros hook up and then angst about it

Jonny and Patrick run into each other at a frat party. Patrick proposes a way to pass the time.

Can't Wait by LouLa - first time pwp

Pat's on a hair trigger.

when you flex like that - hookup in a frat party

Johnny isn’t drunk, but he does let Sharpy and a couple of frat-looking guys he doesn’t even know talk him into a contest of shots. It’s Sharpy’s fault — he appeals to the competitive side he knows Johnny can’t let go of at the best of times, and one of the guys, blonde curls, a lazy smirk of a grin, picks up on it pretty fast too.

Hope you don't mind by haroldslouis

“Oh, sorry, man,” the guy says, giving him a quick grin. “Thought you were someone else.” He taps the visor of Patrick’s snapback and just like that, he turns around and disappears into the crowd.Patrick doesn’t know how long he stands there, just looking at the general direction he disappeared in.

or, 5 times Jonny mistook Patrick for someone else + 1 time he definitely didn't

Room 4 Rent

Patrick stares at the ad for a while, clicking back and forth between the Craigslist page and his fantasy hockey league, chewing on his bottom lip.

3 bedroom apartment near Loyola. One room available, others occupied by two male students. Shared living room and kitchen. Two bathrooms. Rent split three ways. Email [email protected] or call 773-639-7812 for more info. No texts please.

are you buying what i'm selling? - frat party buddies

The Sigma Chi Halloween Bash is in a week, Jonny’s holding two tickets, and he has nobody to go with.

He had a somebody to go with, until that somebody decided Jonny’s student athlete life wasn’t worth hanging around for. Their relationship was already tanking anyway; Jonny’s more upset about potentially wasting a $40 ticket than that shit ending. Whatever.

Just A Spark by heartstrings ⭐ - magical realism!

In a desperate attempt to hide his feelings from the object of his affections, Patrick accidentally drinks a love potion that causes the people around him to fall for him. Too bad it seems to work on everyone but Jonny.

do you know who you are? by liveinfury - frat bros

“Sure, Cap. I’ll try to keep it quiet.” Patrick winks at Jonny. “But be honest, you like the noises I make, huh?”

“What? Of course not!" Jonny sputters. "I’m not gay!”

(or where Jonny can't figure out why he feels so uneasy when Patrick brings guys home to their frat house).

The Great Desk Assembly Project - they were roommates

“I’m going to nail some shit,” he says. “Jonny, come watch me nail some shit.”

“We share a room, I don’t need to watch you nail anything else.”

“That’s not what you were saying last night,” Pat says with a laugh in his voice. He reaches back behind him and punches Jonny in the shoulder for good measure.

No, It's Not A Secret by SimoneClouseau ⭐ - always a girl Jonny

Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your boyfriend. No way, no way. I think you need a new one.

Jehanne Toews is dating a loser. Sometimes it takes a ridiculous awesome young star on the Blackhawks to see the light.

good form - always a girl Pat! ⭐

“Best head of your life?”

“Yes, he was better than you, you competitive motherfucker.” Hayds says it like it’s a joke, like it’s funny, like it’s not the single most devastating thing a girl could say to Pat.

“A hockey bro gave you the best head of your goddamn life? Am I in the fucking Upside Down?”

“Believe it, baby. Jonathan Toews: hockey bro and magical pussy-eating wizard.”

forever i'll try for you and i by staraflur - always girls Jon and Pat!

It’s extra great—whenever Jo’s losing, she always makes like their running point tally competition isn’t real. Tonight’s true to form: when Trish holds up three fingers and points at herself, then two before pointing at Jo, Jo actually scoffs as she pokes at a couple chicken breasts with the tongs, trying to find the best one.

remedial at love - jonny ‘i'm great at math but the math tutor's really hot so i'm gonna pretend i'm not' toews

There have been a lot of things Kaner’s done that could be considered suspect. He chose the Backstreet Boys over Nsync for the Kane Dance-Off Championship when he was 15. He opted to go to Disneyland instead of Disney World for his high school graduation present. He frosted his tips after coming out in 12th grade because he thought that was like, the obvious thing to do until he realized this was not, in actuality, the 90s.

But this one. Calling up ‘Jtoews’ and requesting tutelage in math when he was a fucking wiz at math was -- the most highly suspect of all.

Drink yourself under, fuck yourself over by Mythisea

Jonathan Toews is the sophomore captain of the college hockey team. Patrick Kane recently quit hockey before coming to college.

Jonny thinks Patrick would be perfect on his wing. Patrick would rather be drinking. Jonny does not approve.

Make The Moves Up As I Go by agirlnamedfia - tutor!Jonny with a dash of angst and pining

Patrick has his first Econ 202 class on the second day of the spring semester. It doesn’t exactly go well.

how to make boys-next-door out of assholes series by bessyboo, thisissirius - textfic

Yo man, Sharpy's having a party tonight. You up for it or you gonna be a boring shit and study???

it's only you and me by crystaljules - graduation blues

"We're so fucking stupid."

Overdosed on Confidence by runphoebe ⭐ - fwb, internalized homophobia

“Someone could -,” Jonny starts, breaking off when Patrick ducks down to draw Jonny’s lips against his, kissing him fever-hot and wet and desperate. Jonny’d be embarrassed by how hungrily he responds, but he knows Pat’s into it, moaning unashamedly into Jonny’s mouth when he tightens a hand around Pat’s neck. “Someone could see,” he finally gets out, voice rough, when Patrick pulls back, as if Patrick’s supposed to believe that that’s any sort of protest.

Patrick licks his lips, the hint of a smirk playing at the corners of them in that familiar way like when Patrick's got a particularly bad idea on his mind. “Guess you better be quick then, huh?” he says cryptically, waggling his eyebrows at Jonny. Jonny’s a second away from rolling his eyes and asking what he means when Patrick slithers off Jonny’s lap and onto his knees on the floor beneath Jonny’s table and - oh. Oh.

Silence Gives You Space by liveinfury - pining, misunderstandings

“Have you been avoiding me?”

“’Course not,” Patrick says. “I’m just letting you do your own thing.”

“My own thing?”

“Yeah, didn’t want to crowd your space,” Patrick blurts out. Fuck, he didn’t mean to actually say that.“You’re not…”

“Cool.”

tuck you in - getting together

“You sexiled again?" He smirks and stuffs down the fondness that rolls through him at theway Jonny’s hair is rumpled and a little bit wavy.

Jonny sits up slowly, groaning. “Yeah. Fuck, this is the third time in a week and a half.”

obvious from the start - radio DJs Pat and Jon!

It’s not like Patrick even likes radio, because he hasn’t really listened to anything that’s not on his iPod or his Pandora stations in years, but when he notices the red and white flyer advertising the student radio station on the ground, he picks it up with the excuse that he’s trying to be environmentally friendly.When he played hockey they told Patrick that he was too small, too short to be a hockeyplayer; that he’d never make it because of his size. Hockey is, was, his heart and soul, and he’d put years and years of his life into the one thing he knew he was good at; threw his very being into the best he could be to prove that he can do it, be the best, even if he was small.

Patrick supposes maybe he'll find something else that he’s just as good at.

stupid college boys series by 19trash88 - Jonny is the cute guy from Econ class

Patrick’s not one to wax poetic about a penis, but if ever there was a reason to, Jonathan Toews’ cock would be at the top of the list.

Green Light by heartstrings - friends to lovers

Patrick knows two things: he likes sex and he likes Jonny. If Jonny's newly single there's no reason not to combine the two. Right?

Everybody Wants to Touch Some(body Paragraphs) by Kerfluffle ⭐

Wherein Jonny writes the worst essay ever, and weirdness abounds.

Motivation by somethingnerdythiswaycomes ⭐ - pwp

Only Jonny could keep working on his LIT-110 paper while Patrick was getting himself off next to him. Fuck, but Patrick loved him so much.

Muse series by by somethingnerdythiswaycomes

So Jonny had applied for every damn job he was qualified for, even the "life model" one TJ goaded him into.So Jonny had received an email the next day asking for his availability to come in for a session.So, as it turned out, it wasn’t some random chick that was going to draw him. It was some random dude.

So "life model" apparently meant "nude model."

You Love Me, I Love You Harder So by leyley09 - overly competitive boys on the hockey team

Patrick circles around him at center ice. “Jonathan, my team is going to kick your team’s ass so hard your parents will be embarrassed without even knowing why.”“I’m gonna give you a lesson in goal scoring you’ll never forget.”“Toews, you couldn’t give me a lesson in long distance spitting. Anything you can do, I can do better.”“Oh yeah?”“I can do anything better than you.”

Jonathan Toews is used to be being the best. He has zero clue what to do with competition.

Especially when the competition is cute.

middle ground by boodreaus - college road trip, friends to lovers

Jonny, Patrick, and an excellent adventure.

Who Knew by themistrollsin

Jonathan and Patrick meet after they're forced to go to a party by their best friends (Adam and Brent respectively).

Night Moves by heartstrings - meetcute

After a series of unfortunate drunk events that lead him from falling into a snowbank to being laughed at by the police, Jonny meets Patrick in an elevator.

Ignite My Fire, Object Of My Desire by ThalassicThedes ⭐- theater boys!!!

A good ol' fashioned College Au in which the college itself is hardly even mentioned. Just... make of this what you will.

absolute beginners by heartstrings, thundersquall

That time Jonny walked into a diner and accidentally got himself a temporary fake boyfriend.

Like A Classic - royalty!Jonny

So: due to a series of complicated and improbable events involving some sort of life debt and signed promise from two generations ago, it was decreed that Patrick had to marry the Crown Prince of Canada.

Captain Oblivious by wantstothrill - royalty!Pat

Why would Jonny care about the American royal family visiting his university? He's Canadian. He hasn't paid any attention to Prince Patrick since he was a teenager. He's more concerned with the very hot guy he's just run into, who's name also happens to be Patrick. What a coincidence.

check out the high school AUs tag aaand the college AUs tag @ 1988rebloggedfic!

#patrick kane #jonathan toews #hockey rpf #blackhawks #chicago blackhawks #1988 #1988 fic rec #for any corrections and suggestions DM ME!!!#i think the best part of making these reclists for me is thinking up cheesy names for a theme and creating the banner lol

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Ladybug The Law is the Law CH10

Sorry it’s so late by a few days, wanted this out by Friday, so here it is and i will see you all by the twentieth next month with another chapter.

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Hawkmoth moved around his lair, his mind going towards places that he didn’t want to tread. I didn’t want this, I just wanted her back as I promised her so long ago! And thus my relationship with my son might be destroyed until I can get her back! He thought before going still as he looked towards City Hall and smiled, he had finally found what he was looking for.

He smiled as he felt a spark of anger and rage, a perfect combination that always gave such wonderful results grinning as he activated his powers. “Fly my little Akuma, fly and Akumatization my new champion!”

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A woman in a black dress with her brown hair in a bun and a red diamond necklace on scowled as she left the town hall, a petition in her hands. How dare that idiot just send me out without even looking at what I wanted to do! I mean just because there was that carnival for next month I get shafted before I could even say anything! I mean really what is this world coming to! She thought as she walked through the streets, not noticing the Akuma Butterfly as it flew at her and then went into her necklace. She went still as the energy Hawhmoth mask formed over her face and her eyes widened.

“Inferno Empress, I am Hawkmoth! I felt your rage and I can see what they’ve done to you! How dare they show you the door without even letting you speak of what you wanted! Get me the Miraculous of Chat Noir and Ladybug and in return I will give you the power to burn those peons to the ground with the full power of flame!” Hawkmoth voice came into her brain and she grinned, something that few of them did when he took control of them.

“Let the corrupt burn, let new life be born from their ashes!” She said as black muck covered her and she started to laugh.

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“How the hell did you find us?” Alya asked and Chloe shrugged.

“Me and Chloe were walking around the city and saw you, Chloe wanted to follow you when she saw how Marinette was acting she wanted to follow to help keep Lila away from you all, then we saw Adrien detransform and Chloe followed and here we are.” Sabrina said and the other teens looked at Chloe.

“But how did you get in here, I’m sure I locked the doors.” Fu said and Chloe grinned.

“I picked the lock.” Chloe said blandly and the others excluding Adrien looked at her in shock.

“You what?” Marinette said and Chloe shrugged and looked at them.

“I like puzzles, there’s easy for me, and by the way Marinette? Make that box of yours a lot harder in the future, I figured out how to break it open a minute.” Chloe said and Sabrina looked at her and laughed.

“But it was nice around my hand, not too heavy and very tight.” Sabrina said and grinned. “That model is kind of nice and good for beginners.”

“Wait, beginners? You could have gotten out her out anytime, couldn’t you? All she had to do was hide and you could let Sabrina out.” Marinette said and Adrien looked at Chloe in confusion before he winced.

“I never wanted to be the rep, ever!” Chloe said and looked down. “His honor has used me a lot in his campaigns and well I always hoped someone would take him down, at least take the mayor’s office from him.”

“You wanted everybody to see you with it, didn’t you?” Alya said and looked at her as things slowly crystalized in her mind. “And that present Marinette made, you destroyed it because you think she, Miss Buister didn’t deserve it!”

“Yeah I did.” Chloe said and Marinette looked at her shocked. “Let’s be frank, she took you out of the class room to ‘victim blame you’, didn’t she?”

“Yes.” Marinette said and then looked at her. “But she protected me from Akuma that tried to get me, that’s how it got her!”

“What I did caused Hawkmoth to send an Akuma to you?” Chloe asked horrified and Marinette shook her head.

“It was more how Miss Buister reacted and the lector she gave me than anything, at least I think it was.” Marinette said as Adrien looked at her in sorrow as Alya stared in shock as Nino covered his eyes with his hat as Tikki landed on her shoulder.

“Then she’s not completely slime, but she still should have done something to me, and her reactions caused me to forget her as a teacher.” Chloe said and Marinette looked at her and tried to say something but stopped and sighed.

“To begin with, I’ll need to go over some old things that Marinette and Adrien knows. I was a child when I was found by the Order of the Guardians.” Fu said as he sipped his tea, the teens and Kwami looking at him as

“How old were you?” Chloe asked and Fu looked at her and she continued talking. “How old were you when you joined this Order?”

“Around seven, I was the youngest of three children and there was a famine going on at the time so my parents gave me to the order.” Fu began and Chloe looked up and Adrien and Marinette both looked at him in shock. “I was ten when I was ordered to meditate in isolation, I spent 36 hours and then I was so hungry that I used the Peacock Miracouis to make a Sentimonster to get some food for me. Unfortunately I miscalculated and instead I created a monstrosity and was based on hunger, it was Feast the blue thing that Hawkmoth awoke a few months ago, and that is why I was identified by him.”

“So you’re an old cult baby that got away.” Chloe said and Fu did a double take and looked at her in shock.

“The Order of the Guardians were not a cult! I mean sure they recruited young, the oldest new comer was around maybe nine……. And I did spend three years just listening to lessons that were basically just about the rules………… and I was ordered to meditate because I disagreed with some of the lessons, the same meditation that was the root cause of me losing the Miraculous that Hawkmoth uses………” Fu said as he trailed off and then he looked around the room and paled in horror. “Oh my god.”

The others looked at Chloe in shock and horror as they realized she might have been right.

“Okay, disturbing revelations aside, you wanted to talk to us?” Alya asked and Fu nodded dumbly.

“Yes I did, I had to. As I said most of my knowledge comes from the Kwami and the order, the wish is about balance, what will be will be, but it can be different, give people a stronger chance of survival or transfer the alliament to someone else.” Fu said and Sabrina looked shocked.

“So this wish, it can’t change what happens but it can change it, make it happen to other people instead?” Sabrina asked and Fu nodded as he looked at the Kwami.

“Yes, there might be other concerns but it looks at the person making the wish, they are the source of balance that affects it.” Fu said and they looked at Tikki and Plagg who preened under the attention.

“We’re the only ones who can decide when people are told about it.” Tikki said and they turned to look at her as Plagg nodded.

“Yeah, that’s the truth. There has been three times in the history of man that we judge that it was bad enough to risk it. One of them was the first time, we used the wish to cause a Tidal wave not to hit Atlantis and destroy it. Instead it was an earthquake that sank half of the island and killed maybe a quarter instead of 90 percent of the population. Unfortunately one of the survivors eventual started a rebel movement that caused the events that led to the birth of that plant thing that destroyed Atlantis!” Plagg said and then he looked at Tikki. “You know I never asked you what you did before we were reunited.”

“I was in Egypt, like that Akuma said he I had. There was one that was the worst though, Tutankhamun only did what he did because of my first enemy in that land.” Tikki said as she started to scowl and Plagg was scared at the look in her eyes.

“Sugar Cube?” Plagg asked weakly and then Tikki shook her head and looked around at the others looking at her with concern and rubbed the back of her head.

“Sorry, even now I still hate that thing for what he had done.” Tikki said and sighed. “It was a dark time for me okay?”

“So that’s why you never talked about your time away from us.” Wayzz said softly and everyone felt for Tikki. However just then their phones started to buzz and looking down and they took you their phones, their eyes widening as the Akuma alert came on.

“Oh god, it’s at Town Hall!” Chloe said as she looked up and Marinette could see the fear in her eyes.

“Dad’s there, there’s a meeting about a fundraiser for renovations!” Alya said she looked towards Trixx but before she could say anything, a the sound of Master Fu’s cane banging against the ground caused them to stop.

“Ladybug, Chat Noir will go, and only them for now.” Master Fu said and everyone looked at him. “Just because you know about it doesn’t mean that you all need to go, and you Miss Chloe will stay here for now. If Hawkmoth thinks something has changed then all of Paris would be in danger, not to mention the world!”

“He’s right, if he figures out who we are because we all go there and I let up how I treat you all then I don’t know what he’ll do!” Chloe said and Fu looked at Chloe and nodded, a small smile forming on his face as he watched them all look at Adrien and Marinette as they ran upwards, Plagg and Tikki following behind.

“They’ve done it before and they’ll do it this time too, don’t worry.” Chloe reassured Alya and she looked at Chloe and smiled.

“So how much of your personality is a mask?” Alya asked and Chloe grinned.

“Finally figure that out about me? About eighty percent, I like to do my own homework but I have terrible writing so Sabrina usually copies it and we work together on it.” Chloe admitted as she sat back and drank some of her tea.

“She’s really good at Literature and Foreign language!” Sabrina chirped and Fu looked at them both and nodded, looking at the Miraculous box and grinning.

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In City Hall people ran about screaming in fear as Alya’s father Otis tried to find a way out, looking at the metal shutters as the Mayor cowed behind the main desk. And to think I voted for him! I expected him to be a little more brave! Otis thought as he risked a look out a nearby window and winced as a flash bomb went off outside and he lost his sight.

“Could you see anything about it?” An office lady asked and Otis looked towards her voice and shook his head. “Are you okay?”

“I tried to see anything and lost some of my sight. I can only hope that the heroes can get bye that thing out there.” Otis said as he started to blink and he started to see shapes.

“Is it getting hotter in here?” A man asked and then Otis saw that the door was starting to generate heat and glowing.

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As they ran over the Paris rooftops, Ladybug wondered just what they were getting into. As they rounded the corner she paled when she saw flames leaping towards the sky from where City Hall was and she cursed. “Of course it’s an elemental one this time.”

“Don’t worry My Lady, the two of us can handle it and most of our allies are a call away!” Chat Noir reassured her as they ran. As they made it to the plaza they were able to see that City Hall was under attack by arrows of fire that were being shot from five fireballs that moved around the building, the door starting to glow red as they watched. As they looked around they felt heat coming from behind them and they dived to the side and turned and saw the Akuma.

She was a tall woman with ruby hair in two buns on the side of her hair with crimsons horns sticking out them point up. Her face had red eye shadow and lipstick and her mouth revealed fangs from her bottom and top teeth. She was wearing a red dress and red knee high boots and as they watched she formed a whip of flames as fireballs formed by her horns

“So you are the fools that have troubled master Hawkmoth, I am Flame Striker and I will burn you to ashes and take the Miraculous from your remains!” Flame Empress roared and pointed the whip at them as the fireballs spat arrows of fire at them. Ladybug dodged but Chat Noir stayed still began to spin his baton but after a while he started to dodge as well.

“Don’t block, if they hit it causes your weapon to grow hot!” He called out and Ladybug kept dodging and they tried to find anything that might be the item, but nothing seemed to be obvious. A dart hit her left arm and she felt it grow hot and after a few moments she realized it wasn’t going down.

“Whatever they hit grows hot!” She screamed and dodged a bolt that hit a lamp post; Flame Striker grinned and suddenly all the fireballs shot their arrows at the post, and within moments it melt into slag.

“Oh.” Ladybug said as she looked at City Hall and noticed that the paint was starting to drip away.

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At the hotel Nathalie had slipped up the staircase before the attack and had made it to the right floor and looked around, seeing that most of the doors were in the process of being repainted and after a few moments found the one that wasn’t and walked to it. Perfect, this plan might not even fail after all. I just need to talk to Adrien and then I can hopefully end this. She thought as she knocked on the door. After a few moments she frowned as she heard the sound of someone walking around. “Adrien, it’s Nathalie. I know your father is a hard ass, but he really has what he thinks is your best interests in mind.”

All she could hear was silence and she frowned. Oh come on Adrien, I might have found out where you were hiding but this is not what I expected from you! She thought as she looked at the door and started to pound on it. “Adrien please I know that you can’t help but feel betrayed, but please just talk with me for a few moments!”

Nathalie heard the sounds of something moving and tried again. “I know you have to feel betrayed about what Lila said but please it’s not what you think it was, she was lying through her teeth! Please Adrien just talk to me!”

She couldn’t hear anything from within and started to bang on it. he’d usually at least call back to me, and I thought I heard something moving in there before, but was I wrong about it? No if it was somebody else they would have called out, and who else would Chloe call a special guest?! Nathalie thought as she tried to figure out what to do.

Nathalie looked at the door and frowned. Okay, okay. This is worse, maybe he feels that I helped Lila, maybe he doesn’t. Maybe he feels that I’m always on Gabriel’s side, maybe he doesn’t. I need to talk to him face to face. Nathalie thought and looked at the door before pounding on it.

“Adrien please talk to me at least! Please understand that I want what I think is best for you truly!” Nathalie pleaded and then heard nothing from the other side. What is this, I don’t understand he has to be here, I can’t let it end like this! She thought as she started to bang on the door and then nodded. “I’m coming in Adrien!”

She backup and started to ram into the door, feeling it move a little and smiling as she heard some movement from inside. As she moved backwards she heard the elevator ding down the corridor and cursed. It must be security, but I have to talk to him face to face! She thought as she ran at the door and put all she had into it and broke through. She smiled as she ran in but she stepped on something and started to slip before falling to the floor.

She felt something lick her and towards it to see a crocodile pant and smile at her. She moved backwards and felt something soft in her hands and then she smelled it. Looking down she saw biologic waste everywhere and throw up on the floor and she saw she was sitting in some of it and her cloths were all stained.

“Hey, aren’t you Gabe’s secretary or something? What are you doing in me Fangster’s sick room?”

Looking towards the voice Nathalie saw Jagged Stone and Penny Rolling looking at her with complete confusing on their faces

"What is this?!" Nathalie demanded and Jagged shrugged.

"Fang ate something that didn't agree with em bad fish or something. After the third gas attack I asked if he could stay here since this floor was being redone…….wait a tick, what are you even doing here?!" Jagged demanded as he glared at her, Nathalie could only wince as she tried to figure out what to say as she looked away but before she could say anything Penny spoke up.

"She can tell us later, for now let's get her in the shower, we can talk after she's not in danger of getting what Fang has." Penny said as reached down and offered her a hand.

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Ladybug dodged another arrow and Chat Noir landed by her and grinned. "How about the fast ball special with the whip?"

She grinned and nodded. Chat Noir charged at Flame Striker and started to swing his baton-staff at her and she dodged the blows, moving to the left before a trash can flew through her, Flame Striker coming apart as the heroes looked at her in shock.

"What the?" Chat Noir breathed as they stared in confusion before a regal sounding laugh came from all around them.

“So you were able to handle my Flame Striker were you, let’s see how you handle the Inferno Empress!” The voice called out before fireballs started to fall around them, forming a ring of fire that slowly shrank towards them as they tried looked around, trying to find a way to get away.

“How is she doing this, she’s not an illusion powered Akuma, no…… it’s fire based, all fire! “ Chat Noir said as he looked around and

“You mean mirages……. Of course but how can she control what we see?” Ladybug asked as they looked around and tried to find a way to get away. “Do you have a recharge for him?”

“Three more of them.” Chat Noir whispered.

“Give me a second, than make a hole into the sewers, if I can’t find a way to get around this.” Ladybug said called out her power. “Lucky Charm!”

Above them a red and black spotted projector and a magnifying glass dropped into her hands.

“Is that?” Chat Noir asked and Ladybug nodded. “Then let me help with a Cataclysm!”

As his power activated Chat Noir slammed his hand against the ground and a hole formed that they dropped into it as the circle rushed to them, the fire missing them by inches.

“Follow me!” Chat Noir cried as they heard her scream from above them as light started to pour down from the hole, they both dashed away from the Akuma and within moments they had slipped away into the darkness, the screams of the Akuma echoeing off the walls. The two stayed silent as they ran,the beeps of their miraculous the only sound until they reached a place to hide.

“That meant what I thought it did, right?” Chat Noir asked as their transformations dropped and they turned back into their civilian forms.

“Yeah it does, and this time we can tell him what we need.” Marinette said and then frowned. “That Akuma, it was using heat to hide so we need someone with the ability to find it so a new Miracolous needs to go into play, right?”

“Yeah but we need to keep her eyes on us, so then they need someone to take her down, that means we need Chloe again. And we’ll need someone to protect her while she tries to geta a clear shot.” Adrien said and Marinette nodded.

“Then we need Chloe and a way to find the Akuma ……is there a kwami who can give a hero that power?” Marinette asked and Tikki nodded.

“Yes, Barkk the Kwami of Searching.” Tikki said and she looked at them all from where she was floating. “And Sabrina is also the best choice to join with him, like him she protects her pack at the expense of all others.”

“And that doesn’t bother you Marinette?” Adrien asked. “That Sabrina and Chloe need to use a Miraculous?”

“If Chloe did that to attack our teacher then a lot of what I had against her I can work on my problems with her.” Marinette said and then sighed. “And I gave as good as I got when we bit at each other if I’m honest. She’s more……complicated then I thought she was.”

“She’s like that, isn’t she? And I always thought she had a better reason than hated to attack you, and to go after that gift for Buister.” Adrien said as the Kwami floated above them and Plagg started to laugh.

“That’s Pollen’s nymph’s alright! They always go after what they see as damaging their allies!” Plagg said and Marinette looked at him and opened and closed her mouth, her mind going strange places as she looked back before she shook her head to clear her mind. “You okay Pigtails?”

“We’ll worry about that later, we need to call them.” Marinette said as she got out her phone, a promise to talk with Chloe alone after the Akuma was dealt with being made in her head.

“At least this way will be a lot easier in the future, right?” Adrien asked as Plagg grinned and Tikki frowned as Marinette giggled and nodded.

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As Fu drank his tea as he listened to the teens talk with their Kwamis, he tried to get over the revelation that Chloe had given him. I don’t understand, I helped deprogram survivors of the Nazi’s, why didn’t I notice my own problem? I suppose that the worst fool is one who can’t see the trees for the forest after all. He thought before a phone rang and they all looked to Alya as she answered it.

“It’s Marinette! Marinette what is it….wait I’m putting it on speaker.” Alya said as she pressed a button on her phone and put it down on the table. “Okay, you’re on girl, how was it?”

“Bad, the Akuma is able to control fire, it’s able to generate mirages, hide and use fireballs to fire arrows that heat up whatever they hit.” Marinette said and they all looked at each other in horror. “So far she has the town hall under siege, but the arrows hit a lamppost and melted it!”

“You need help then, the lucky charm?” Fu asked and they heard a giggle from Plagg on the other end and he winced.

“We need a tracker and someone to immobilize her once they find her, so we need Queen Bee.” Marintte said and Chloe’s eyes widened.

“NO!” Chloe said and looked around the room at their surprised looks. “Think, if I show up with a new hero Sabrina will be in danger!”

“Wait……. If you don’t show up with Ladybug then you had to have gotten the Bee Miraculous from someone or somewhere else, then Hawkmoth could!” Alya said as her eyes widened and Fu grinned.

“So you don’t want the chance that Hawkmoth could hurt one of your friends?” Fu asked and looked at Chloe who nodded. “And that’s what’s going through your mind right now, giving how you showed the world you were Queen Bee.”

“Sorry if it finally hit me that my parents would never love me and I had a mental break down.” Chloe said bitterly. “And while I appreciate the thought behind how you turned down my mothers offer, I might have been happier if she left Paris and my life.”

“Chloe……” Alya said as she looked at who she thought was just a bully and privileged queen bitch and saw how valuable she was and what she dealt with.

“You’ve always got me sis.” Adrien’s voice came from the phone and Chloe smiled.

“Pollen, you were right about her. Are you prepared?” Fu asked and they all looked at him and Pollen who grinned.

“Yes I am, I knew she was the right person to wield my power and I hope you will think that about the new comers.” Pollen said and Trixx giggled.

“She’s got a few more people then I’m used to, but I really want to help with the snow job at least.” Trixx said and Wayzz shook his head.

“Not yet Master Fu, I will stay with you primarily until I am ready to leave.” Wayzz said and the teens looked around the room as Kaalki cleared her throat.

“Young Max is a soul with much potential, and I always wanted to try and best a golem at chess, it might be fun.” Kaalki said and Max’s mouth dropped open.

“What are you talking about?” Marinette asked and Fu grinned.

“What I’m talking about is finding permanent homes for all the Miraculous.” Fu said and the teens all looked at him in shock.

“WHAT?!” Marinette screeched and Fu chuckled.

“It was always a long term plan of mine, a way to help and protect the Miraculous and Kwami. I was actually planning this for a while since before Hawkmoth’s first appearance.” Fu said and looked around and grinned. “There were times when the Miraculous were originally in family lines, maybe it has become the time for that again.”

“Newsflash, Queen Bee can’t engage with a new here!” Chloe said and Fu grinned back at her.

“Then let Queen Bee die, become someone else.” Fu said bluntly with a smile and Chloe looked at him as he got up and moved towards the box, removing the Bee . “Did you all think that these were the permanent forms of the Miraculous? They have changed many times over the years, but to change the Kwami must use up their abilities before they need to recharge and wait a few minutes between the transformation and first time use. Ready Pollen?”

“You bet!” Pollen said as she hovered above the comb and started to glow, sending a light onto the Miraculous that started to glow and after a few moments it started to shift and release a flash of light that blinded them. When it died down there was a golden hair stick where the comb had been. Pollen started to grin when she suddenly fell towards the floor.

“Pollen!” Chloe creid and grabbed the Kwami before she could fall, Chloe’s heart started to beat and then Pollen laughed. “Wait, you did that on purpose! Why?”

“A final test my dear, just to reassure my heart. And now for you miss Raincomprix.” Fu said and smiled at her as she looked back at him in shock.

“Me?” Sabrina asked and Fu nodded.

“Yes, they were right that you might have been in danger with Queen Bee, but will you step forward anyway?” Fu asked and Sabrina gasped in shock and Marinette laughed a little. “I guess from your laughter that she was your pick my dear?”

“Yes she was.” Marinette said and Sabrina looked at the phone in complete shock.

“What! Why me?!” Sabrina asked and Chloe grinned as her friend was about to receive recognition for all that she was.

“You have one of the keenest eyes in class, and I can trust you to do what’s right. And recent events have made me rethink a lot of things and I will talk to you and Chloe about them when this is over. But for now, Sabrina will you accept the Miraculous, will you stand up and help protect Paris?” Marinette asked through the phone and Sabrina looked around, Chloe had a blank face and Sabrina knew she had to decide this on her own,

“If it will help people, yes I will.” Sabrina said and Fu laughed and looked at her with a smile and handed her a small box.

“Sabrina Raincomprix, this is the Miraculous of the Dog, with the power of Tracking. You will use this for the greater good and return this to me when the danger has passed.” Marinette said as Sabrina accepted the box and looked around at the others.

“Yes!” Sabrina said as she opened the box. A ball of light formed into a dog shapped kwami with light brown with a white mark around her mouth, between her eyes, and on her chest. She has gray eyes, drop ears, a whisker on her forehead and a tail that curved upwards.

“Hi Sabrina, I’m Barkk! My transformation command is Let’s Hunt!” Barkk said with a grin before Sabrina hugged him.

“AWWW, you’re so cute!” Sabrina said and Barkk laughed as he snuggled with her.

“Thanks! Now my power will let you see any magic being used within a mile, you just have to focus on what you’re hunting and I’ll do the rest, just say ‘Tracker’s Eye!’ to activate it!” Barkk said with a grin and Sabrina nodded.

“Ready Sabrina?” Chloe asked as she removed her hairpin and put the Miracoulous in its place as Sabrina removed the Dog Miraculous, a collar around her neck, undoing the bow around her neck to do so.

“Go, remember Chloe, think about how you want your costume to change, it is not Queen Bee but a new persona that you and Pollen must construct together.” Fu said and Chloe nodded.

“Pollen, Buzz on!” Chloe called out and Pollen shoot into the comb. As the lights went up her body it formed a yellow bodysuit with a solid black corset with a yellow collar and a white fuzzy chocker around her neck and black gloves that went to her elbows and she had on black knee high boots and her mask was pure black hiding her eyes with pitch black spots over them and her hair became two ponytails with a black line down the top of both and a golden comb formed before them as a yellow spinning top materialized in her hands that she started to spun around her head.

“Barkk, let’s hunt!” Sabrina called out and Bakk flew straight at the collar and a flash of light covered Sabrina and then when it died down she was covered in a brown bodysuit with a dog tail from a belt around her waist and she had a face mask across her eyes that went to her ears and two dog ears on her head, two Escrima Sticks formed and she put them on her back and glared out a fierce look in her eyes.

“Welcome to the team! Say, what are your names?” Alya asked and the two looked at each other and grinned back.

“Apisera.” Chloe, the former Queen Bee renamed herself and grinned, her voice sounding different.

“And I’m Canixia!” Sabrina said and grinned as she took out one of the Escrima Sticks from her back and looked at it.

“Good, the two of us have recharged, what’s the plan?” Plagg’s voice came over the phone and they all looked at it.

“We can’t find her without you two, so we’ll attack and try and take out the fireballs. Once you get in range, Canixia can use her power and track the Akuma, then fall back and transform back, Apisera you attack her and then try break her concentration.” Marinette said and the heroes nodded.

“Good luck the both of you.” Fu said as the two heroes nodded and ran upwards.

“Let’s backup a bit. You want to give us the Miraculous we used?” Max asked and Fu nodded.

“I am mealy the keeper and protector of these beings, not their jailer. They have talked about you all, and that might be the best thing in the end.” Fu said and smiled at them. “But I will have to ask that you go to battle when called only. And we will need to change the way the Fox looks like.”

“Why? Wait…….. the Bee was changed because everyone knows about it, so who knows about the Fox?” Alya asked and then she started to glare. “Oh don’t tell me, Lila again!?”

“Yes, tell me did they talk to you about what book Lila took from Adrien?” Fu asked and at their shakes his eyes hardened.

XXXXXX

As they dashed over the Paris rooftops Apisera led the way and looked back and saw Canixia lagging. Sabrina doesn’t like to fight but we might be the MVP here, I need to give her a pep talk I guess. Apisera thought as she looked at Canixia and stopped at a building and looked at Caxina and smiled.

“Que……. Why are you stopping? We need to move!” Caxina said as she landed and looked at Apisera who looked back and sighed. “What?”

“Your scared aren’t you?” Apisera asked and Caxina looked down and nodded.

“I mean yeah.” Caxina said and looked at Apisera. “I’m not that brave, but I know that this can help save lives and I will help out!”

“Then don’t forget about it. Embrace it and use it to save others.” Apisera said and Caxina nodded and took a deep breath. “Ready girl?”

“Yeah, let’s do it!” Caxina said and Apisera grinned at her friend and they took off, running over the rooftops. After a few moments they were over looking towards the town hall and winced as they saw the Chat Noir and Ladybug try and destroy the fireballs . “There it is, this might be the best place.”

“Yeah, let’s do it! Tracker’s Eye!” Caxina said and her eyes went pure white and she stepped back. She suddenly saw a red line going from the fire towards the east. “That way, she’s that way!”

“Let’s go!” Apisera said and they moved forward, Caxina leading the way. They moved until they found a clearing with a woman in a red dress with a ruby crown on her head with a ruby staff with a black gemstone sphere on top. Before they could do anything Caxina saw a purple energy line shot from above and then a mask of a butterfly appeared over her face. Caxina grabbed Apisera’s hand and gestured backwards with her head. Apisera nodded and they moved away from the clearing and

“I saw Hawkmoth talking to her!” Caxina said and looked at Apisera. “I mean I saw the magic go talk to her before it formed that mask!”

“What?” Apisera asked in shock before a beep was heard and a spot on her collar went away. “Your timing out, get to safety and talk to the others, if we can use this then we could win!”

“Good luck.” Caxina said as she ran in the direction of the theater. As Caxina psyched herself up she looked towards the Akuma and grinned.

“Time for my debut.” Apisera said with a grin. “And with luck Hawkmoth will only know that I’m here.”

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Chat Noir and Ladybug rushed towards the mirage of Flame Striker they hoped that they would have all of her attention. Ladybug threw her yoyo out and grabbed a trashcan and threw it at one of the fireballs and destroyed it as Chat Noir threw a garbage can lid at another destroying it. As they dodged the arrows from the other fireballs, Ladybug hoped Chloe and Sabrina would soon find the Akuma, and moments after she had this thought then the fireballs died, however a moment later an explosion of fire herald Apisera flying through the air and she rolled and landed next to Ladybug and Chat Noir as she winced, her top was around her arm.

“What happened?!” Ladybug asked as the true Akuma walked out, fire balls forming around her staff.

“I don’t know! I was about to attack her when…….Hawkmoth has eyes on us!” Apisera said with a snarl. “He contacted her before I sent my partner away and got the jump on me before I could do anything, sorry LB.”

“Don’t worry, you got the real one out……. Wait what?!” Ladybug asked as she and Chat Noir swung their heads and looked at Apisera who nodded. If she means what I think she does, then that’s……That’s a game changer…… we can talk about it later but for now we need to stay alive. She thought as she looked at the Akuma as she walked out.

“So you need help to deal with me, the Flame Empress?” Flame Empress purred as two fireballs formed and started to fire arrows at them, the three heroes dodging as two more fireballs formed behind her.

“What’s the plan my Lady?” Chat Noir asked and Aspirea chuckled as she readied herself.

“Let’s try a Luck Charm!” Ladybug called out as she threw her Yoyo upwards and a red and black spotted fog machine dropped down. She looked at it and then around, seeing the alley that Flame Empress had come out of and then Aspirea flashed as well as Ladybug understood.

“Take this and get back to where you left your partner and recharge, look for an opening and activate it once you see one.” Ladybug said as she handed the machine to Aspira who looked at Flame Empress and nodded. “We’ll hold it off, go!”

“Got it Ladybug!” Aspira said with a grin as she realized what Ladybug meant and dashed away, Chat Noir looked at the Akuma as it moved sent fireballs at them and started to dodge the arrows. Ladybug used her yoyo to grab a bench and throw it at Flame Empress who burned it to ashes with her staff as Chat Noir landed near the town hall. He looked at the door as he felt the heat from it and frowned as he felt the heat from it and looked at the walls, seeing the paint start to drip down he hoped Chloe would be able to finish this before the two of them timed out.

“I’ll just be able to get Ladybug’s Miraculous before I try and get the cat! You can’t stop what you can’t see!” Flame Empress roared as she raised her staff and fired a bolt of flame at Ladybug who dodged it and

XXXXX

Aspira moved upwards and away, a scowl on her face. He saw us, that’s the only explanation for who it happened! I guess the ideas that we’ve brainstormed about Hawkbut is dead, at least that one had made it to the rooftop and looked down at the alley, her eyes not finding anything but feeling the breeze she activated the fog machine. As the fog started to drift down she saw an area that wasn’t being covered by the fog, an area in the shape of a person. Aspira grinned and looked down at the space and jumped towards it, a grin on her face. “Venom!”

As she fell down she hit something and saw Flame Empress fade into reality as Aspira grinned and looked at the Akuma.

“Not bad, the only thing that’s bad is that you won’t remember much so we won’t be able to ask you how you found out we were there.” Aspira said as she reached down and picked up the paralyzed Akuma. She walked out of the alley as Ladybug and Chat Noir moved towards her.

She grinned at them and smirked before she heard a beep before another beep sounded and she put the Akuma down. “Well I’m off, hopefully I’ll get back to my partner and we’ll hand them over to you once we de-transform!”

As Aspira jumped to the rooftops Ladybug looked over the Akuma until she found the necklace and tore it from her neck. “Catch Chat!”

“Cataclysm!” He called out and with a touch the necklace was destroyed, black energy flowing over the Akuma as she was turned back to normal as Chat jumped upwards and ret. As the black butterfly flew free Ladybug started to spin her yoyo.

“No more evildoing for you little Akuma!” She called out as she threw her necklace at the butterfly and caught it. She pulled the yoyo back to her and smiled, releasing a white butterfly from it as Chat Noir came down with the fog machine. “Together?”

“Together!” Chat Noir answered with a smirk and they both put their hands under the Lucky Charm and threw it into the air.

“Miraculous Ladybug!” They called out as it came apart into ladybugs that swarmed around, repairing the light post and then swarming over the town hall, the glow being gone when they swarm passed.

“I’ll go, you handle the victim.” Ladybug said as she ran towards one of the buildings and jumped away, Chat Noir looking at her and smiling before turning back towards the victim as people, including Otis came out of the town hall.

“Are you okay?” Chat Noir asked the woman who shook her head.

“Wha….Chat Noir? Why are you…… oh god! He got me didn’t he?” The woman said and Chat Noir nodded.

“Can I ask what was the cause mam?” Chat Noir asked

“I wanted to update the fire safety rules for public gatherings, I spent a month working on it but I was told that I would have to come back because a new festival was just planned for next month and to bring in new laws or rules would affect it so I was told to come back when there wasn’t one planned, and with the way the city is that would be sometime next year!” The woman said loudly as people came closer and Otis scowled in anger.

“I don’t believe this, did you talk to the mayor about that?” Otis demanded and the woman shook her head.

“I didn’t even get that far, it was this secretary outside his office.” The woman said and then they all looked towards Chat Noir as his ring beeped.

“You all look like you got this, good luck!” Chat Noir said as he jumped to the rooftops and dashed away and Otis looked at the woman and offered her his hand.

“I’m Otis, I work at the zoo and I’ve been chosen to plan a fundraising party, how about you and I look over your proposed new rules and we see what we can do?” Otis said and the woman smiled at him.

#ladybug au #Miraculous Ladybug AU/ The Law is The Law #ladybug fic #ladybug fanfiction

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kevkesblog · 4 years ago

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Translation: kicker magazine profile about Julian Brandt (July 27, 2020)

By Thomas Hennecke and Matthias Dersch

Had he made this artistic pass during the corona pandemic with empty stands in the stadium, it would have been a pity. A week before Christmas however, there is almost no free space in the Signal Iduna Park left. Everybody is ripped off their seats – except the RB Leipzig fans – the moment Julian Brandt marks the second goal. Brandt digs deep into his toolbox. Receiving the pass by Sancho, processing the ball, shot. Three actions in one fluent move, south American suppleness with ice-cold efficiency, a master class. Goal of the month December.

This cool blonde with the jersey number 19 – he is a man for the special moments. A player who makes a difference. And a gambler. A footballer having fun and who lets the difficult things look easy and made his relaxed demeanor a trademark. You can guess why he named Diego (the Bremer, not Maradona”, like Brandt said in BVB-TV) is his idol. The Brazilian used to have the blessings to do great things on the pitch. Diego also had a dream goal in his repertoire: 62,5 meter distance on April 20, 2007 against Alemannia Aachen. End score: 3:1.

The fact Brandt coolness also comes from a sometimes fatal way of risking things, relativizes his actions. You are torn a bit. People who appreciate show, spontaneity, art and creativity will love him more than people adding statistics and all mistakes and how they translate onto the pitch. The ‘Süddeutsche Zeitung’ looks beyond that and celebrated Brandt as a “Player with the Wow-Effect”. Brandt plays passes, so precise they will find almost every gap. As if they were managed by an electronic brain. He celebrates chop passes which look good and find their goals. But he also screws up counter chances with sloppy passes. He gives goals to his opponents with carless back passes. Or he shoots x-times against the goal, without a slightest danger to the goal keepers.

2019 is the second year with coach Lucien Favre and the so-called “restart”. BVB manager Zorc took a lot of money into his hands, in order to optimize the team. Looking back he wouldn’t be as passionate about some transfers as he was back then – but the 25 million euros for Brandt are still a good and useful investment, Zorc thinks: “Julian is a talented football player and has a lot of potential. He is very active on the pitch, demanding the ball, plays in a self-confidend way and doesn’t hide.”

Then follows the “but”. Zorc follows everything very closely from his box seat on the team bench. He sees mistakes by Brandt, unnecessary mistakes – calles “unforced errors” in tennis. “He still does a lot of them”, Zorc complains. “He has still work to do when it comes to working against the ball, Julian knows that best himself.” Indeed one doesn’t have to look far to find weaknesses. He himself is his biggest critic, the professional once claimed. Yet, he never lets that sort of self-reflection get out of his hands: “I always question myself, whenever I’m not performing well. But I never question the fact that I still can do it.”

It’s easy to spot: this Brandt-guy is not Mr. Perfect nor a football-playing robot. Rather he is an un-adjusted fine spirit on the pitch. Always in a good mood, with a fresh quote on his lips. During the USA-journey to Seattle last year, he was walking interested through the Museum of Pop Culture where Borussia was celebrating its “Black and Yellow night”. He had some small talk with journalists, he seems relaxed, approachable and cool. The opposite of the footballer clicheé of being arrogant. Brandt is “a fantastic guy” says Captian Marco Reus, “he’s a funny and open guy”.

As engaging, positive and uncomplicated his persona comes across: sometimes however Brandt appears to be less serious about stuff. It’s seems as if an extra scoop of ambition is missing, based on his body language. Unlike many other professionals. “I heard from many people before, about me looking like I’m sort of listlessness I embody”, Brandt said during an interview with the former BVB-player Patrick Owomoyela. Yet he assures: “My inner drive is always there.”

Brandt shows both faces during the game against Leipzig. Magical and faulty. He serves Timo Werner the 2:2-goal on a silver platter with his horrible wrong pass. “Perhaps someday there will be the award: wrong pass of the month”, says the 24 year-old. “I’m sure, I’ll get into the top 5.” BVB-boss Hans Joachim Watzke is face-palming on the stands in that moment. With some distance he likes Brandt’s way of playing. The BVB-boss says: “Julian makes extraordinary mistakes, because you can only play extraordinary if you take risky passes or have risky ideas.”

Five months later, both major teams in Germany play against each other on the evening of May 26. Borussia against Bayern; light house 2 against light house 1. Dortmund has to win, otherwise the Bundesliga title will be gone and Dortmund starts in a rush. Erling Haaland gets the ball in the midfield after 17 seconds, by winning a head ball against Joshua Kimmich. From the back Brandt storms in front like a speed train, captures the situation, speeds up the game and passes over to Thorgan Hazard with his left foot. The clock ticks – 19 seconds into the game – Manuel Neuer gets out of his goal and saves the situation for Bayern at the last moment. But he passes the ball into Haalands feet. His shot rushes through Neuers feet until Jerome Boating saves it for Bayern on the goal line. Brandt goal celebration dies on his lips. The blitz goal after just one minute – it would have been his act as well.

Same game, 43rd minute. Mats Hummels defending for Dortmund, the ball moves a few meters to the left. Kimmich gets the ball, looks up, sees Roman Bürki standing a bit too far away from the goal, shoots and scores. The guy standing the closest to Kimmich: Brandt. It would have been unfair to make him responsible for the goal alone, half of the team is responsible as well. Yet some people who’s heart is beating for black and yellow would have preferred Brandt at least trying to hinder Kimmich on making his genius shot. He does: nothing.

He's a day dreamer, Brandt once said. Day dreamers keep strolling through their thoughts. A study found out: day dreamers are capable finding time to dream because their brains have enough space left. In the past day dreaming was understood as a sign of lack of concentration and attention – today people see it as a sign of intelligence and creativity. Like a lost professor: brilliant, sharp mind, yet sunk into his own world.

It is however no explanation for him being passive in front of the goal in May that basically pre-decided the German championship. Brandt made his day dreamer confession in a different context – when asked about a career plan. He doesn’t have one, he said: “Everything that happens in my life, happens spontaneously. I don’t even know what I will be doing in three weeks from now.” Brandt lives his live as free and individual as possible and as disciplined as necessary. He likes to sleep long in the morning and only leave “shortly” in order to just barley making it on time at the training ground. “Every minute is sacred” he says with a wink of an eye. “I don’t know how often I had to pay a penalty for being too late.”

A year Brandt is employed in Dortmund. The statistics are showing respectable numbers. 42 games, seven goals, 13 assists, ten second-pass assists. The season prior in Leverkusen he had seven goals and 15 assists – just in the Bundesliga. He added six scorer points in the DFB Cup then and the Europa League. “I had to find my place during the first months. I played on many positions and didn’t know many of the boys yet. It’s why it was a bit un-harmonic”, says Brandt. “Nevertheless, now I’m “in”. I had a nice year with great moments. I have to say: I’m really satisfied. Everything can get much better. However its was fine for the first year.”

Brandt wanders through the BVB team, gets put into five different roles. The center midfield is the place where he can show his class the best – whenever he has the game in front of him. He can put his instincts and creativity into force and can create chances with his passes. He is basically a lost force when playing way in front. Except against Slavia Prag in the Champions League he confirmed with two assists, Favre decision putting him into the front as a striker. His abilities are also limited once he plays on the wings.

He never has a lack of commitment and engagement. Brandt is running on average 11,85 kilometers in 90 minutes. Nobody of the permanent Dortmund players is running more. He wins 52,4 % of his one-on-ones – more than Sancho (45,6%), Marco Reus (44,6%), Hazard (42,0%) or Haaland (41,4%). His passing with a 84 percent accuracy however still has room for improvement compared to the other specialists like Axel Witsel (94,1%), Dan-Axel Zagadou (91,1%) or Raphael Guerreiro (89,2%).

Brandt is brilliant in games like against Gladbach (DFB Cup, kicker-grade: 1,5), against Fortuna Düsseldorf or Schalke in the Bundesliga (both 1,5). He has personal low points in Freiburg (sub in and out of the same game; grade: 5), in Munich (grade: 6) and against Milan in the Champions League, where he basically loses the ball in almost every scene. Every game becomes a personal balancing act for the highly skilled national player: he dances on a high wire – here and there he loses his grip and crashes down.

His time in Dortmund started with a glitch. He makes a mistake and drives onto the parking lot of the youth time at 7.45am in the morning. A BVB employee has to show him the way. Brandt decided to leave the comfort zone Leverkusen on purpose. “Dortmund” – he says, “Dortmund is much bigger in terms of media interest, the stadium, the number of fans and in terms of pressure. It’s a different game here. It could make a mark on me and will serve me good.” And then there is the wish to win a title which made him to transfer to Dortmund. It’s about a basic attitude in sports, Brandt said a year ago, “everybody should have the drive to win every game.”

Because Dortmund only won 28 of their 46 games this past season (seven draws, eleven defeats) a lively debate about coach Favré heats up as well as a discussion about the mentality of the team. No fans will get together in Dortmund and celebrate the fifth second place finish of the team since 2013. Nobody will fill extra pages in historic club chronicles, some BVB players are now suspecting. “We are not satisfied to finish second”, Brandt confesses. “We aren’t angry, but also not satisfied. We want more.” He then sticks up for his colleagues who get criticized for some bad performances and whenever there are doubts about their mentality and the harsh criticism: “We want to the big price. The team is hungry, they are in for it to win titles. The team is capable of that. You have to always aim high.”

Children who are having their first day of school this year, have lived a life only knowing Bayern Munich as German football champions. In order for them to understand that other teams can be successful as well, Dortmund needs to win the “all-or-nothing”-games, Brandt thinks. The duels with the other Bundesliga havy weights: Bayern Munich, Leipzig, Mönchengladbach, Leverkusen. “You have to win those games, if you want to stay on top”, he says. “Yet you also have to take smaller teams seriously. Something like a 3-3 draw against Paderborn is fatal.”

Borussia Dortmund gave the players four weeks vacation. This Thursday the team will come back together well rested. The months during the corona crisis, the tough hygiene rules of the German Bundesliga, left a mark on Brandt. “It does something to you”, he confesses, “you don’t see many people. You see your family, perhaps a few friends. Otherwise: nobody. You are happy to be able to go out and have some freedoms again.” Now he can go out again – at least a bit.

#julianbrandt #julian brandt #bvb #BVB09 #borussiadortmund #borussia dortmund #Bundesliga #dfb #diemannschaft #German NT

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king-finnigan · 5 years ago

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Can I get a 90 + 57 for Geralt/Jaskier prompt please! Your writing is amazing!

90: Unexpected virgin + 57: Forgotten first meeting

Warning! NSFW

This genuinely straight-up turned into PWP, I’m so sorry.

Read at your own risk lmao.

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The music is loud in his ears, and Geralt can feel the bass in the back of his neck, as he pushes his way through the crowd. Yen has a huge house, but the crowd is even too big for this place, the downstairs floor and the garden completely packed with people, several stereos blaring the same song at full volume. He wonders how the hell, with the noise from the music and the crowd, none of the neighbours have called the cops yet.

Maybe she bribed the neighbours, he thinks, or they’re not complaining because they’re all at the party as well.

He finally finds her in the living room, dancing with her girlfriend Triss, drink raised above her head so no one bumps into it. He taps her on the shoulder and she swivels around. “Oh my god, you made it!” She kisses him on both cheeks, grinning at him in a way that tells him she’s up to something.

But then again, she always looks like she’s up to something.

“Happy birthday!” He has to half-yell it for her to hear, barely audible over the volume of the music.

“Thanks!” she shouts back, grinning from ear to ear. “Having fun?”

He rolls his eyes at her and she laughs. They both know he hates parties, and he’s only here because it’s her birthday.

She softly pushes against his shoulder. “Come on, Geralt, live a little! Have something to drink, make out with someone, just stop being so uptight! Have fun for once!”

He rolls his eyes again. She’s told him this a million times before, and once again, they both know he’s not going to listen this time around, either.

She pulls her eyebrows up at him. “Y’know... no one is allowed in the spare bedroom, but if you wanna” she wiggles her fingers at him “y’know... you’re more than welcome to use it.”

He crunches his nose at her in disgust. “Jesus, Yen, I’m not that kinda person. Besides, who the hell would I even do it with?”

She laughs at him, then points at a guy in the corner. Geralt recognizes him. It’s Jaskier, one of Yen’s closest friends. Right now, the guy is talking to a girl, who’s batting her eyelashes up at him, hand stroking his arm suggestively. Jaskier leans down, whispering something in her ear, and she giggles.

Geralt turns back to Yen. “Seriously? Absolutely not, I’m not gonna be another one of his conquests, alright?”

She frowns at him. “Okay, first of all, I know you’re attracted to him, don’t even deny it.” He doesn’t. She continues: “Secondly, you’re definitely not gonna be another one of his conquests. Cause that implies that he’s had other conquests to begin with.”

He frowns for a second, trying to decipher what she meant. “Wait. You’re saying he’s...?” She nods at him, the mischievous glint returning to her violet eyes.

“Yup. Exactly what I’m saying, Geralt.”

Jaskier, the notorious womanizer, a virgin? he thinks to himself, frowning in confusion. He’s heard plenty of stories of girls getting their heart broken by the guy, he just assumed...

He looks at Jaskier, then back at Yen. “Yes, I’m a hundred percent sure,” she says before he can ask. “Come on, why not? Have a little fun!”

He scoffs at her. “Please, Yen, do you really think so lowly of me? I’m not gonna take the virginity of someone I barely know, at a fucking party of all places.”

She points at him with the hand she’s holding her drink in. “But you’re not denying you want to.”

He opens his mouth, stammering a bit as she takes a sip of her drink, one perfect eyebrow quirked. “I- Well, yes, but no- I... Jesus, Yen. What the hell?”

She shrugs, still smiling at him. “Oh, please, you can at least kiss a little, right?”

He looks at her, confusion taking the words clean out of his mouth. “What?”

She shrugs again. “I mean, it’s not like it’d be the first time.”

He frowns at her, shaking his head a little. “What the hell are you talking about? I barely know the guy.”

She frowns back, when sudden realization dawns on her face, her mouth opening in surprise and joy. “Oh my god. You don’t remember, do you?” She laughs incredulously, taking another sip of her drink. “I mean, you were both pretty fucked up, I understand how you don’t remember.”

He blinks in confusion. “Remember what?”

She laughs again, as if the answer is obvious. “My birthday party last year. I caught you two making out in the hallway upstairs. Like, less than an hour after I introduced you two, as well.” She shrugs, sly smirk on her lips. “You seemed pretty into each other, really.”

He blinks again, but no memories come to mind. “Wait... really?” That would explain all the times Jaskier had tried to avoid him, whenever Geralt had found himself in his vicinity. He thought it had been because Jaskier just didn’t like him, but if it was because they made out and Geralt had straight-up acted like nothing had happened... well, that does explain a lot, indeed.

But, in his defence, he really doesn’t remember kissing the guy.

He looks back at Yen, who’s staring at him, her eyebrows pulled up way further than strictly necessary for him to get the message: she thinks he’s an idiot.

“I should probably apologize to him,” he says.

She frowns, confused. “What the hell for?”

He shakes his head again. “For making him think I’m ignoring what happened.”

She shrugs at him. “Mkay, good luck, Geralt. Oh,” she fishes something out of her pocket, handing it to him. It’s a key. “For the spare bedroom. Just in case.” She gives him a wink so obnoxious he feels heat rising to his cheeks, before she disappears into the crowd.

He wipes a hand over his face, looking at the key. Well, shit. He can’t see Yen in the crowd of people, so there’s no way he can get rid of the key.

He sighs, pocketing it. He needs a drink.

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Okay, maybe he had a few drinks too many, he realizes, as he trips over his own feet, lightheadedness making him lose his balance a bit.

Someone catches him before he can faceplant into the wall, strong, slender hands closing around his upper arm. “Woah, there,” a familiar voice says.

Geralt looks up, smiling when he sees Jaskier. “Oh, hey, I’ve been looking for you,” he mutters.

“What?” Jaskier frowns at him, pointing at his ear. “The music’s too loud, I can’t hear you.”

“Upstairs?” Geralt half-shouts. “We need to talk.”

Jaskier looks a bit nervous, but nods anyways, walking to the stairs. Geralt follows closely behind.

Luckily, the music is a lot less loud on the first floor, and Jaskier leans against the wall, arms crossed. He looks at Geralt, one eyebrow pulled up, something cold in his eyes that makes Geralt’s stomach churn, but that may also be because of the alcohol.

“I’m sorry,” he blurts out. “I forgot.”

Jaskier frowns at him, visibly confused. “What?”

The longer he’s out of the crowd and the humid heat of the living room, the more Geralt feels himself sobering up. He clears his throat. “Last year, I was drunk, like, black-out drunk. I completely forgot anything that happened that night. So if I was acting like nothing happened, it’s because I just genuinely didn’t know something did.”

Someone walks past him in the slightly too narrow hallway, and Geralt has to move closer to Jaskier, planting his palm against the wall next to Jaskier’s head. Not because he’s so drunk he can’t stand upright, but because the colour of Jaskier’s eyes make his head light, for some reason.

His eyes fix on Jaskier’s throat when he swallows thickly, adam’s apple bobbing up and down. Geralt pushes away the overwhelming urge to bury his nose in Jaskier’s throat, and looks up again. “I’m sorry,” he says again, “I didn’t know.”

Jaskier smiles at him, rolling his eyes a bit. “You’re forgiven. Really, I barely remember it myself, so I don’t blame you for forgetting.”

“Too bad, though,” Geralt mutters before he can stop the words from spilling out. He feels a blush creeping up his cheeks when Jaskier pulls up an eyebrow at him. “That I forgot. Too bad,” he clarifies, immediately cringing.

He should not have said that. Gods, he’s a stupid idiot.

“Yeah,” Jaskier mumbles, impossibly blue eyes flicking down to Geralt’s lips for a split second, “too bad.”

Okay, maybe he’s not a stupid idiot.

They move towards each other at the same time, noses bumping each other as they kiss. It’s sloppy, all tongue and teeth, but Geralt drinks in the feeling of Jaskier’s lips against his like a man dying of thirst.

He pulls back a bit, coming up for air, panting slightly. He moves down, sucking little marks into the sensitive skin of Jaskier’s neck. He feels Jaskier moan, the sound reverberating against his mouth, and he pushes a thigh between the other man’s legs.

Jaskier whimpers when Geralt bites down softly on the spot where his neck meets his collarbone, grinding against his leg. Geralt can feel that Jaskier’s already hard, and he grins as he moves up again, claiming the other man’s lips with his own.

He pulls back after a few seconds again, as someone walks by. Fuck. He’d forgotten they’re in the middle of a crowded party. He noses at the soft spot underneath Jaskier’s ear. “Wanna take this somewhere else?” he whispers.

He feels Jaskier’s hands clawing at his back, feels him grinding against his thigh again, whimpering. “I’ll kill you if you don’t,” Jaskier chokes out.

He pulls back, taking Jaskier’s hand, walking to the spare bedroom. He fishes out the key, unlocking the door.

The moment they’ve made it inside, Geralt closes the door, pushing Jaskier against it. Immediately, he places his thigh between Jaskier’s legs again, letting him grind against it as Geralt locks the door. Of course, it wouldn’t be great if someone were to walk in on them.

Once he’s done, he throws the key on the floor behind him, not caring where the hell it ends up.

He starts sucking marks into Jaskier’s neck again, groaning in appreciation when he feels hands clawing against his back, through his shirt. His hands travel down from Jaskier’s chest, to the hem of his jeans, tugging at them lightly.

“You sure?” he mutters against Jaskier’s neck, smiling when he gets a whimpered ‘please’ in return.

He unbuttons the jeans, hand slipping inside, closing around Jaskier’s hard cock, smiling again when he hears a breathy moan above him. He gives Jaskier a few experimental strokes, when he remembers the guy is actually a virgin. Right. Better take it a bit slow, then. Better make him feel like he’s the only person that matters in this world.

He nearly scoffs against Jaskier’s neck. He is the only person in the world that matters.

“Gods, you’re so hard for me,” he mutters against Jaskier’s neck, and the hands that had been clawing at his back move to his hair, tugging slightly.

He moves his head up, letting Jaskier kiss him again. He gives Jaskier’s cock another few lazy strokes. “You’re so perfect,” he whispers against the other man’s lips, and grins wildly when Jaskier moans again.

“Please,” Jaskier chokes out, “please.”

“I can’t wait to taste you,” he whispers, pushing Jaskier’s pants down. He drops to his knees, taking Jaskier’s cock in his hand again, nosing at the base of it, inhaling deeply. “You smell so good.”

Above him, Jaskier throws his head back against the door, panting as he fists his hands into Geralt’s hair.

They both moan as Geralt licks a long stripe along the underside of Jaskier’s hard cock. “You taste so good, too,” he mutters, lips against the soft skin.

Jaskier merely whimpers, hands tugging at Geralt’s hair. “Please.”

Geralt chuckles. “Sing for me,” he whispers, before taking Jaskier’s cock in his mouth completely in one swift move, holding still for a second or so when his nose meets the skin of Jaskier’s belly.

Sure enough, Jaskier moans loudly, legs trembling, and Geralt hums in appreciation before slowly pulling back, bobbing his head in slow, languid strokes, swirling his tongue around the tip every time he pulls back.

He drinks in the sounds of Jaskier gasping and moaning above him, of the hands that fist his hair, of the slight tremor of Jaskier’s hips under his fingers.

Geralt knows Jaskier’s already close to coming when the hands tighten even more in his hair, when Jaskier’s legs start shaking. So quick, so eager.

He pulls away completely, stroking Jaskier’s slick cock with one hand as he looks up, meeting the blown pupils of blue eyes. “Come for me,” he whispers, and he barely has the time to take Jaskier’s cock back in his mouth before the other man comes, swallowing every drop Jaskier has to give.

He stands back up when Jaskier starts tugging at his hair lightly. He kisses the other man slowly, almost lazily, feeling him smile against his lips. His breath hitches in his throat when Jaskier moves his hand to Geralt’s hard cock, palming him through his jeans.

“Let me take care of you,” Jaskier whispers to him.

Geralt shakes his head slightly. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

Geralt nods, palm pushing against the door next to Jaskier’s head to hold himself upright when a slender hand slips into his jeans. He’s sucking marks into the soft skin of Jaskier’s neck as the other man strokes him languidly.

“Gods, you’re so good at this, it feels so good,” he mutters against Jaskier’s skin, drowning him in small compliments and little encouragements as Jaskier brings him closer to his climax.

He pulls back when he’s almost there, looking into impossibly blue eyes and lust-blown pupils. “Can I come?”

Jaskier’s breath hitches in his throat, and he nods quickly, biting his lip when Geralt’s brows knit together, groaning when he comes. He leans forward, claiming Jaskier’s lips with his own. “You’re so perfect,” he mutters.

“You’re one to talk,” Jaskier whispers back, lips curled into a lazy smile.

Geralt frowns when his phone chimes, and he looks down, taking it out of his pocket. It’s a text from Yen. A winking emoji. He rolls his eyes, sighing deeply as he pockets the phone again. She’s never going to let him live this down.

He looks up at Jaskier's voice: “She won’t mind if we stay here a little while longer, right?”

Geralt shakes his head, kissing Jaskier softly. “And if she does, too bad.” He kisses along the side of the other man’s jaw. “I hope for her that these walls are sound-proof.”

Jaskier chuckles, slender fingers gripping Geralt’s already-hard cock again. “Guess we have the whole night to find that out.”

#Anonymous #squish answers #drabble #smut #geralt of rivia #jaskier #yennefer of vengerberg #geraskier #read at your own risk #i listened to physical by dua lipa on repeat while writing #10/10 good shit

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siriuslyblack12 · 5 years ago

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chapter 2

Sirius stood on the blocks, heart beating fast, legs threatening to give out at any moment. His arms gripped the block tighter, steadying his nerves as he let out a long breath. Thoughts spiralled chaotically in his head, impossible to ignore as they built in strength and severity.

Is my cap on tight enough?

Don’t go too soon.

Don’t go too late.

I have to win. Dad’ll go mad if I don’t win.

I have to make him proud.

I don’t give a shit whether I make him proud or not.

“Mr Black,”

Don’t breathe on breakout.

Don’t breathe at all.

You need to get a good time.

“Mr Black,”

Winning is everything.

But be a good loser.

“Mr Black,” the distant voice was getting louder and louder.

You know what happens when you lose.

“Mr Black, I asked you a question! You could at least pretend to be paying attention.” Professor McGonagall scolded, bringing his attention back to the classroom. He wasn’t at the pool, rather in an English classroom, his almost empty page of notes lying in front of him.

“I’m sorry, Professor. Won’t happen again.” He said shyly, not daring to meet her eyes.

School had only started a couple of days ago and Sirius already felt as if he was suffocating. Their professors really weren’t holding back this year, piling up homework and lectures and revision to the point where the student’s backs ached with the pressure. Atop of all of that, social lives and media presences took a lot to keep afloat, as well as sport and fitness. Sport seemed to take up 90 percent of Sirius’s current brain capacity, which was now seeming to be a problem.

English was by far his favourite subject, being the only one that he shared with all 3 of his closest friends. He looked over at James only to see him staring adoringly at the back of Lily’s red head, chin on his hands. With a roll of his eyes, he turned the other way to meet the sight of Peter sneaking snacks out of his bag, handing a few crisps to Remus under the desk. At least he was eating.

The lesson came to an end with the sharp sound of the bell, and Sirius collected his things as quickly and quietly as possible, heading for the door to finally sort through the anxieties swirling in his head; until he heard an old voice call out, “Mr Black, can I speak to you for a moment?”

Shit, this was exactly what he didn’t need.

Defeated and ashamed, Sirius was surprised as his eyes met a kind looking smile and a careful gesture to take a seat. His mind reeled in confusion, but he did what was asked of him anyway. McGonagall cleared her throat and began to speak.

“Is everything alright?” Three words, simple yet powerful, and definitely out of the ordinary. He had no idea how to answer that, not exactly knowing where his boundaries were and how much he could say. He may have been one to overshare on social media, but he was certainly not one to spill his emotions wholeheartedly.

“Never better, Minnie.”

“It sure doesn’t seem like it, Mr Black. I remind you that this is a safe space.”

Sirius looked down at his hands, wrapped in tight fists with his knuckles turning white with the effort. The walls suddenly felt as if hey were closing in on him, his heart rate picking up and foot tapping a rhythm on the floor.

“I’m just finding it hard to concentrate, that’s all.” He said defensively. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

McGonagall nodded glumly. This situation was uncomfortable to say the least. Sirius glanced back at the door of the room, where he could have sworn he saw Remus looking in through the window before hurrying away awkwardly. That boy was a mystery, which only drew Sirius further to him.

“You know Sirius,” his professor never called him by his first name. “Help is always given to those who ask for it.”

“Please Moony,”

“No.”

“I’m begging you!”

“No, Sirius.”

“Why not? It’ll be fun, I promise. I really need it.”

Sirius really was like an excited puppy, Remus thought to himself. He’d just been relaxing in the library, catching up on some reading and enjoying the quiet lull in the day before he was quite rudely interrupted by the one and only trade of Hogwarts High. He supposed he didn’t mind it, given that he was always happy for Sirius’s company – no matter the circumstances. However, on this occasion he was less willing to participate in what the other had planned, that being tutoring him.

Remus let his mind wonder for a few moments, imagining what it would be like to be alone with Sirius, bonding over books and equation. Now that he thought about, it sounded stupid, but that wasn’t going to stop him.

“Why are you asking me, Pads? Why not one of the girls?” He suggested thoughtfully. “I’m sure there are plenty of people who would be better than me.”

“I’m calling bullshit, because you my friend are the smartest person I know.”

Remus slumped back into his chair, his heart skipping a beat. He desperately wanted to say yes, to help him out and be a good friend. He knew that Sirius hated studying, so asking for the blue-eyed boy to help him with that must have been a challenge for him. He also knew that he needed to exercise at least some self-control. Maybe tutoring Sirius would be an excellent idea, a chance to do a good deed and spend some quality time boding with his crush at the same time, without it being too suspicious.

Do you know how pathetic you sound?

He watched as the boy in question looked down towards the floor, one hand running through his hair which Remus had quickly learned was a nervous habit of his. This wasn’t going to end well, nothing ever ended well for him. Rising to stand on two weak legs, he swept his things that had been spread over the table into his bag and slung it over his shoulder with as much swagger as he could muster. He looked back to see that Sirius’s eyes were trained on him, silently reading the room and atmosphere.

“Tomorrow lunch, 12:30, in the library. Don’t you dare be late.”

Remus walked briskly away, not waiting see Sirius’s reaction and biting back a wide smile.

Turns out that tutoring Sirius Black was not the gentle, romantic, flirt-fest he thought it would be, and was in fact turning out to be a lost cause. The boy had a lot of trouble recalling metaphors, understanding Shakespeare and the like, frustrating Remus with basically everything he said. Often times he would zone out, picking at a loose thread on his t-shirt or twirling a piece of hair through his fingers, and even more likely were his frankly stupid remarks that were only made out of his compulsive need to be the funniest in the room. The most stupid thing about them is that they were actually funny, and Remus couldn’t always contain his laughter.

“Pads, stop, stop, no,” He warned. “You cannot compare Romeo and Juliet to fucking Spider-Man and MJ.”

“What? Why not? It fits, that’s all that matters, right? Sirius reasoned, pen between his teeth.

“You have to get rid of that. The whole paragraph would probably be best, so it still makes sense.”

“But that’s my best one! If you didn’t like that then you’re definitely not gonna like the next few.”

Remus buried his face in hands, as Sirius took the essay and out of his hands and ripped it right in half. Drama queen was the only thing he thought to think but a closer look at the other’s face told a different story. “You didn’t have to do that.” Remus said softly.

Sirius didn’t reply, instead opening his notebook and flipping through to find a blank page and start again. The remnants of drawings and doodles did not go unnoticed, some of which were surprisingly good. He wasn’t taking art this year, but by the looks of the pages in front of him, he should be. Sirius got back to work quickly, scribbling none sense that wouldn’t do him any favours in front of his teachers.

“C’mon, you can do better than that. Let me help you.” Remus pried the pen from his hand and pushed the textbook towards him. “And no more drama.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Sirius added with an enthusiastic wink that made him swoon and squirm in his seat.

The table was subdued for the next few minutes, Remus’s intelligence never failing to impress Sirius, but this was more due to the fact that he shared practically none of the same wit. He wasn’t actually as clueless as he had previously made himself out to be, but that didn’t keep him from acting like it. Perhaps some people’s smarts were more suited to other areas: those areas not exactly helping Sirius’s grades. Remus helping him out was just an extra bonus, or so he told himself.

Long hair fell into his eyes as Sirius leaned over Remus’s shoulder, too close for comfort, inspecting what he was pointing to and explaining. Something about themes that even Remus was quickly forgetting as the boy by his shoulder got closer.

His trance was broken as the bell rang, penetrating through his ears, earning a laugh out of Sirius as he jumped slightly.

“Well, moony, I best get going,” he said briskly. “Maybe we could do this again sometime, eh?”

“Yeah, sure, yeah” Remus stumbled exasperatedly, a blush forming on his cheeks that was often present these days. “Whenever you need me.”

It was an authentic moment, sweet and short, but meaningful nonetheless. Until…

“Padfoot! Moony! Get over here, Peter’s trying to arm wrestle Marlene.” James. Always one to ruin it.

“Poor thing, why the hell would he?” Sirius laughed, rushing to follow him. “Moons, you coming?”

Remus smiled. “You go ahead, I’ve got my own work to catch up on.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sick of you anyway.” He added sarcastically, earning another deep laugh.

They continued to have these study sessions, Sirius becoming alarmingly enthusiastic about what would once have kept him far away and out of reach. It was a strange change in the groups’ dynamic, as where Remus and Lily would disappear of to the library, or a classroom to interrogate professors about the work, Sirius now trailed along with them. The red-headed girl had at first raised her eyebrows, or squinted her eyes suspiciously, but had now acclimated nicely. But that didn’t stop her from forming her own theories about what was going on with Remus and Sirius.

This also had the unexpected effect of getting James Potter of all people in the library for what must have been the first time in his life. Seeing Sirius so confident surrounded by nerdy things like books and papers had been the push he needed to follow him and shamelessly flirt with Lily. Remus noted the way she tucked her hair behind her ears and fiddled with her bracelets whenever James was around.

At this current moment, the four of them were hard at work on different projects, making mindless small talk as they grew increasingly bored. Sirius whispered something to James, obviously amusing as they burst into fits of laughter.

“Do you two ever shut up?” Lily said, fighting her own amusement.

“Lily, my dear,” she rolled her eyes. “That would take the fun out of it!”

More comments were exchanged, mainly between Lily and James, as Remus found himself unable to form any words of his own in the presence of Sirius.

Stop it. If you fall too deep you won’t be able to swim back up.

Maybe I don’t want to swim back up anymore.

“Hey, moons, what do you think about this?” Sirius questioned happily, thrusting a sketchbook towards him. To say it was absolutely beautiful would be an understatement, Remus thought as he studied what was in front of him. It was a detailed drawing, all in coloured pencil, of a field at sunset. The outline of a forest coated in orange and pink shades covered the page and his eyes were drawn to the silhouette of a rabbit, burying itself a hole in the grass.

“I’ve been trying my hand at art, my dad hates it.” He said, directed only at Remus. “I know you saw some drawings the other day and thought you’d like it.”

“I-, Sirius this is amazing.” He gushed, until Lily saw what he was looking at and joined on his shock.

“Where have you been hiding all this talent? Are you serious?!” She squealed.

“Nah, I’m Sirius. You know that.” The familiar joke didn’t exactly catch anyone off-guard.

Remus’s mind went to what he’d said about his father, and he began to wonder the exact meaning. He only knew what everyone knew about Sirius’s home life: it was shit and he didn’t like to talk about it. He’d speculated that his parents were quite controlling, but the details were unknown. James hadn’t even been informed.

He secretly hoped that perhaps one day he would know, and he would be able to help Sirius through whatever was going on, but he would wait until the other boy was ready. In the meantime he supposed he would do whatever he could, whilst making sure his secret didn’t show itself.

He’s your friend. That’s all.

But when a friend is hurting, you should put in a little more effort.

#as we grow older wolfstar sirius black remus lupin fluff modern au high school studying friendzoned

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joeycupcakerichter · 6 years ago

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Zach Dempsey - Steel Bars and Broken Hearts p6

A/N: Hey guys. Let’s not talk about the fact that this hasn’t had an update since September. It’s that time of year again and I know that 13RW will be coming back soon so I started a rewatch of the whole series and I swear the moment my beautiful angel Zach spoke I was like, yo, I need to write about this absolute angel. All of my thirstiness aside, here is the long awaited next part in this weird series that I started at the tail end of my writing for this show. I’m particularly proud of this one. I like the way I wrote it a lot. Self flagellation, aside, I really hope you like it. ^~^ Here’s hoping part seven doesn’t take another thirty years to get here. I was also thinking of posting all of my works for 13RW over on AO3? I would still post here but maybe other people would find it and enjoy it I don’t know I just wanna make people happy. 😭😂

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Warnings: Nothing really. A bunch of fluff mixed in with some angsty angst. You know, that good shit.

Word Count: 1732

Part Five

Masterlist

You woke suddenly, quickly trying to wipe away the small pool of drool you had accidentally allowed to accrue on Zach’s shoulder, thanking whatever above that he was still out. The sun was out in full force now, brightly shining in the front windows, fully illuminating the peaceful face next to you. The haze of sleep was starting to wear off and you quickly yanked your phone from your pocket to check the time, relieved that it was only noon. Relaxing back into the couch, you couldn’t help but stare into the face next to you, unable to fully grasp the fact that you were actually sitting there next to him, let alone that you had actually fallen asleep all snuggled up with him. You longed to reach out and touch him again, convinced that this had to be a dream, that you actually had been able to fall asleep last night. But, pinch yourself as hard you can, there was no waking. This was your reality, but that didn’t erase the dreamlike feeling that was overwhelming you.

You spent a longer time than you would ever actually admit studying the small curves and lines of the sleeping boy next to you, and by the time he finally started stirring, you were sure that you could draw him from memory, if you even possessed that talent in the first place. Trying to ignore how creepy you were being, you quickly busied yourself with your phone, trying to act as innocently as possible to not clue him in to how much of a creep you were.

“Hey.” He murmured, voice thick with sleep. “Shit, what time is it?” He asked, a tired panicked spreading over his once peaceful features.

“It’s only noon.” You tell him soothingly, relieved when he relaxes back onto the couch.

“I didn’t even mean to fall asleep.” He said, a sleepy smile playing on his features. “I thought we were gonna talk and then I was gonna head back to school. I guess that plan’s busted now.” He shrugged. “Didn’t you say you had to work?” He said, light panic returning.

“Yeah, but I have closing tonight. I don’t go in until two.” You assure him. Yet again, he relaxes into the couch and this time a comfortable silence falls between you. It lasts awhile, before a dangerous thought crosses your mind. “What happens now?” You ask quietly, a note of fear threatening your composure. You don’t want to lose this. You don’t want this moment, this peaceful, blissful moment to ever end but sooner or later, you knew it would. You watched his expression as he considered the question, a sense of melancholy overtook your once peaceful moment, and you could feel the familiar twinge of heartbreak as the silence became tense and strained.

“I don’t know.” He said, his eyes no longer on you, focused in on his hands instead. He didn’t have to say it, but you knew what he was thinking. This was a pipe dream. Even though it was the least of your worries, your eyes welled with tears as you realized his mother would never approve of you, not with your track record. Zach looks up at you, startled by the sudden tears staining your cheeks. “Hey, hey, it’ll be okay.” He tries to assure you. “If you just tell your mom, that’ll be half the battle-”

“If I tell her, she’ll hate you more.” You say plainly, sniffling and wiping away the moisture around your eyes. You took a deep breath to steady yourself, feeling a sob building in the back of your throat. For the first time in a long time, you finally felt the wave of hopelessness washing over you. For the past five years, you’d steadied yourself with the thought of hope. You never gave up trying to fix what had gone wrong in your life because some large part of you thought somehow, the two of you would be able to work through all the bullshit, work through everything but now, when it came time to face that moment, you didn’t know what to do. You felt lost, and judging by the look on his face, he was feeling something similar. You reverted your eyes to your own hands, unable to watch him look so dismayed.

“We’ll figure it out.” He said, moving his hand over yours in consolation. “I just got you back. It may have gotten fucked up before, but I won’t let it happen again.” You brought your eyes up to look into his again, surprised to find a look of intense determination radiating in them. You wanted desperately to press your lips to him, to assure him somehow you wanted the same, but as you finally built up the nerve, as you started to lean in to press your lips on his, your alarm went off, alerting you it was time to get up for work. It felt like all the air was sucked out of the room and that time had completely stopped until the stock sound for alarms had rudely interrupted. Suddenly everything became real again, and the dream like state you had been living in shattered around you.

“I-I have to get ready for work.” You said, using all of your willpower to pull away from him. His face, for once is hard to read but you pull yourself off your couch, stretching all of your muscles, waiting for him to do the same. When he doesn’t, you turn back at him, raising an eyebrow surprised. He looks confused for a moment, before realization washes over him and he jumps up from the couch.

“Yeah, I suppose I should probably get going soon.” He says, but the look in his eyes was begging you to let him stay. You nod, looking away to steel your resolve. “You want a ride?” He asked nervously. Your eyes flit to him before you can stop yourself and you watch as a devious smile played on his cheeks.

“Would this ride actual end up with me putting in my usual eight hours?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. You were grateful for this opportunity to lighten the mood. It was starting to feel like you could breathe again.

“Of course you would.” He replied, feigning offense.The smirk on his face betrayed him.“I’m pretty sure Skye would kill me if I left her there alone tonight.” You called behind as you walked down the hallway to grab a towel for a shower. “Besides I’m getting in the shower, I can’t have you wandering around the house while I’m indisposed. That would be unladylike.” You re-emerged in the living room, this time the devious smirk playing on your cheeks.

“I will be nothing but gentlemanly.” He assured you raising three fingers. “Scouts honor.” You groaned loudly in response.

“You have no Scouts honor because you were never a scout. We’ve been over this.” You insisted, laughing through the groan.

“We have been over this and the day it stops driving you so irrationally crazy is the day I’ll stop.” Zach told you, grinning from ear to ear now.

“It doesn’t drive me irrationally crazy!” You insist, voice cracking a bit, giving you away. “I just don’t think you should be calling on honor you have to party to. Next you’ll be calling for knights honor.”

“Oooh, that’s a good one, I’ll have to remember that.” He raised his eyebrows in excitement.

“No, not another one.” You groan, stalking off to your bedroom to grab your clothes for work. “I’m getting in the shower, if you wanna hang around and use your borrowed honors to behave, I’ll take that ride.” You concede, after checking the weather on your phone. It was almost 90 degrees out and you were not interested in taking another shower in the employee sink after your 20 minutes walk to work. You couldn’t help but smile as Zach beamed at you in response. He plopped himself back on your couch, busying himself with his phone again.

As the warm water cascaded around you, you occupied with bathing yourself and getting into mindset you reserved for work. You knew there was no way that work would get the usual seventy five percent of focus you gave them, not with the way your head was spinning even now. After rinsing your hair out, you turned the water off, toweling your hair off as much as possible before sliding the curtain open and letting the cool air of the rest of the bathroom swirl around you. Shivering you wrap the towel around you, drying your hands as much as possible before reaching for your hair dryer and plugging it in. You resumed your before work routine, blow drying your hair and styling your hair and applying your makeup. Once you were ready you emerged from the warmth of the bathroom, chilled by cold air of your air conditioning.

Looking up at from the couch in surprise, Zach genuinely looked surprised to see you. “I thought there was that whole stereotype of women taking forever in the shower or something.” He said, standing up to stretch again.

“Two things Zachary.” You started, tone harsh, but even. “Prison gives you habits and don’t believe stupid stereotypes about women made up by men.” You expected him to argue back about the validity of the stereotype but instead he raised his hands in surrender. You raised your eyebrow in suspicion but relent regardless. You head to the front door, Zach butting in front of you to open the door for you. You roll your eyes and smile, unable to resist the shit eating grin he was wearing. You wanted this to be real. You wanted this life to be the life you got to lead, forever. Everything with Zach was just… easy. You follow him to his car, contemplating the future and what you were going to tell your mom and what would happen when people gave him endless shit for caring about you at all.

But for now, for this private moment you shared as he opened your door again, shutting it behind you and going around to enter his side, this was yours. No one could take this sense of peace and ease from you and you knew you’d be damned if you’d let it slip away again.

|Part Seven|

#zach dempsey #zach x reader #zach dempsey imagine #13 reasons why #13rw #13 reasons why imagine #13rw imagine #zach x you

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withercat-writes · 6 years ago

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strife 90

Hey uuuuuuuuh what the hell happened to this? I’m sorry I didn’t mean to ramble. Warning for drug use but it’s Strife c’mon you expect that. AO3 Link

It was a rainy night, but Strife paid it no mind, umbrella in hand and sunglasses pushed over his eyes to avoid detection, he walked confidently into the dingy warehouse, not bothering to look behind him as the car pulled away. He’d been waiting for this all month, and he had made extra sure to Parvis proof the plans, and thus, he was alone, finally.

Walking in the warehouse was dark, but an area with a few candles caught his eye, yes there it was. He walked over, a table set up and a deck of cards, he looked over at the people playing hand and he tossed some money onto the table, “Deal me in Minty.”

Minty gave a polite smile and said “Oh I’m glad you made it Strife, I was worried that the weather would stop you from coming,” though Strife knew that even if she was quite polite, she could break most people like a toothpick, and while normally he would never lump himself in with ‘most people’ Minty could absolutely break him like a toothpick also.

“Of course an evening playing cards and away from Parvis-” he gave a small glare at Xephos who gave a knowing look. “Nothing could have stopped me.”

“Really I think you were late because you were a chicken! A pansy chicken” Sips crowed, grinning, he had the most chips on the table, someone was doing quite well tonight Strife noticed, before slipping his shades back to his head.

“Not a chance Sips, someone has to take your dirty money from you and clean it up” Strife remarked back, making the entire table groan as Strife smirked

Xephos in particular held his face in his hands “Must you Strife? We’ve all heard that joke so many times.”

“And make the William Strife come up with new material? We both know he could never!” Ravs snarked taking his chips out of his mug and stacking them on the table to clean the mug more, a clear sign of bragging, seems Ravs was doing second best.

Strife finally took a chair and Sips slid him a cigar, Strife happily took it, no comment made between them, as Strife waited for the next hand. After a few minutes of watching and a few more cards dealt to no reaction beyond Ravs sighing and folding and the others throwing a few more chips into the pot they flipped up there cards to Minty’s check, she was a good card shark, Strife couldn’t help but smile as he remembered the one time Sips tried to cheat and got hogtied to the roof by her with ease, that was hilarious he still had the pictures.

“Xephos has a straight, Sips has a three of a kind, Nano has a two of a kind, Nilesy has, a straight flush? Seems it’s turning up for you, Nilesy wins the hand.” Minty said after a quick examination of the cards and Nilesy grinned and pulled in the cash, Strife realized he hadn’t seen any other chips with him, he must have gone all in.

“Oh come on! Must I lose every good hand I have??” Xephos groaned as he looked to his dwindling pile of chips, at this rate he’d be first out.

“Don’t blame me Xeph, the cards just like me more! Really if you slips me a few diamonds I could lend you a few of mine-” Nilesy wheedled before Xephos interrupted

“Isn’t the price usually that or friendship”

Strife snorted a bit at that, ah Nilesy, still so idealistic. Nilesy seemed to huff though as he pointed his nose in the air and said “Well I thought we were already friends Xephos how dare.”

“Well we uh are I suppose hm, still not paying you diamonds though.”

“Geeez what a cheapskate whatever though enjoy the walk of shame in oh, five minutes.”

Snickers littered the table at Xeph’s expense who blushed a bit.

“Alright boys settle down, mama needs a new pair of shoes, Minty deal for us wont you?” Nano interjected, getting the game back on track

“Of course, usually blinds, Ravs and Sips you’re up.”

Ravs and Sips rolled there eyes but tossed a few chips in the pot and Strife asked while Minty dealt “Let me guess, Rail Bros failed to show again?”

Nano shrugged as she checked her cards “Eh when do they ever, say they should be less busy next month hopefully, maybe we’ll even get to see them for a minute!”

The table laughed for a few seconds as they also checked there cards and Ravs spoke up “Eh screw them anyways we don’t need them to have some fun, since this is all of us you guys want to break out the keg I brought? Only a hundred bucks to use it!”

Strife found himself feeling a bit parched and spoke up “I’ll give you fifty and a hit of redstone.” taking out the bag, he would need that concentration for the game and Ravs grinned.

“Deal give me that hit!” and reached into his big bag by his feet and pulled out a decent sized keg with ease.

“Dealer gets free drinks.” Minty said casually as she grabbed a cup and got some to Ravs rolled eyes, but he didn’t protest. “Besides your swill isn’t worth 100 anyways, it’s basically fifty percent squid ink these days.”

Ravs crossed his arms and complained “Rythian doesn’t notice or care you should all be like him” very notably not denying the claim.

“I think if Strife tried to be more like Rythian, he’d explode he’s basically the antirythian.” Xephos remarked, not grabbing a cup himself, just taking a swig from a flask, someone was pregaming.

Strife checked his cards ignoring the banter, red jack heart and red heart four, not bad. His neutral face scanned the group as they settled back down for another round, Xephos itched his nose, he had a bad hand if he had to guess, Sips was as steadfast as ever, not giving a thing, and Ravs had no shame in thumping his face into the table in defeat, he was bluffing he’d use that trick before, he must have a great hand. Everyone else gave away nothing yet, Strife clicked his tongue as the table went around to him “Check.”

“Oh someone’s being a pussy.”

“Shut up Nilesy”

“He does have a point though Strife, the nights young.”

“You just want me to lose more money then you might.”

“I take offense at that.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Watching as the game continued and soon Minty dealt cards onto the table, Strife clicked his tongue, dammit, black spades eight, black jack clubs, and a red six heart, dammit all. At least he still had a pair which was better then an ace high.

“Check again”

“Chicken”

His eyes darted to the speaker, Sips, before speaking, his brow had a slight furrow, he had a terrible hand now, and he had bet earlier hadn’t he, bastard probably was hoping he could at least get ahead of him in money lost here.

“Bite me”

The hand continued a six black spades had appeared, giving Strife a two pair, and everyone was checking, wait no Ravs had just raised, and soon it was his turn to call, the hand was no longer free, and Strife figured they were right, the night was young.

“Call.”

“So Strife how is your business going anyways, still taking that leave of absence with Parv?”

He rubbed his face, how dare Nano remind him, “Unfortunately yes, someone has to keep him alive and that’s my problem to deal with, he listens to me the most so I can’t just hire someone easily, it’s a pain. Xephos you know the debt wasn’t worth this pain.”

“Well I didn’t know at the start he’d get into blood magic Strife, that’s your fault.”

“Augh.”

Holding his face in his hands, the rest of the hand went by without any notice as Strife grumped about being stuck with Parvis. He tied the hand with Ravs, who also only had a two pair, huh guess the move earlier was a double bluff, when did he get good at poker?

Strife didn’t know but the rest of the night Strife’s concentration wavered, even as he took a few hits of redstone, he found himself, uninterested in the game, and he looked around the area he was in, a dusty old warehouse, no electricity or heating, the sound of a storm outside, why was he here. His eyes fell upon his companions, and wondered how they got here, old memories of a childhood long gone flashed behind his eyes.

He looked to Nano, when did she get so, defensive? Sure even as his childhood friend and crush she had always been feisty, but never so on guard, she went missing when he was sixteen, and only recently a few years was found in the Nether, memories of her childhood gone, his heart tugged for a minute for her, she was still the girl he had loved, but she never did settle back in with the group again, never fully having the connection the others had, and yet she showed, why did she force herself to show? Strife wasn’t sure, but he could tell that she was in pain, was it the flux? Or something more? He would never know.

Next up was Nilesy, a skittish kid the group met in high school that swindled away Sips’ entire wallet, he fell in fast with the group when he realized they weren’t about to murder him when they confronted him, a kind trustable face to a cunning viper in a tie, rumors spread about what happened in Cabertown, but whatever had happened there, it changed Nilesy, now on guard as well, with a stiff posture, what had he and Ravs done?

And Ravs, the pickpocket and get away driver in the band of youths, he used to be so carefree yet wise at times, just wanting money and something in his hands to fiddle with. People say there were no survivors of the Cabertown Riots, and yet, he and Nilesy sat before them, denying they had ever been there, but a greed of a new kind had entered Ravs eyes, it worried Strife, what had driven such a simple guy into a frenzy behind his smile? Why did Nilesy always keep an eye on him? What had he done?

Minty served up another hand, and Strife couldn’t help a small smile as he remembered the day he and her met, she beat him up thinking he was Sips, the dumb and mildly concussed Strife of only thirteen had proposed on the spot, must have been weird for her, She did seem apologetic when she learned he was in fact not the half dwarf Sips, and instead the supposedly completely human Strife. She brought him homework and sweets, tutoring him where he fell behind and training him how to break out of grips when she wanted to practice her martial arts. She now had a knife under her sleeve at all times now even more poison in her polite smiles, rumors of all kind swirled around her, perhaps military service? Or she became a mercenary? The more, crass rumors he had stomped out sparing no expense, Minty didn’t deserve that. All Strife knew for sure, is that Minty has killed at least one person, and it changed her forever.

The Rail Bros, well, they were an oddity, while not here tonight they had been the groups dealers, and the ones with the bail money, while they had fallen mostly out of contact with the bros, they still had a place for them at there table.

Then there was Xephos, yup there was certainly Xephos, Strife was glad his hero complex was doing better, that caused them a lot of trouble in there youth, Xephos need to cause trouble, just to save the day, its a miracle they weren’t arrested, its a miracle Xephos got Honeydew. Though Strife was still pissed about Parvis, he knew Xephos was a good man, better then him that’s for sure.

Last but probably least, was Sips himself, the half dwarf was an oddity among the group. The only openly nonhuman, the group made sure any who fucked with him got beat the shit out of, Sips was too slow to anger for his own good after all. He had been the comic relief and sleaze of the group, joking and charming his way out of trouble, though rarely taking the group with him with it. The unofficial leader, he encouraged Strife to go to college with him, and later saved his life from the blood magic. He changed the least, out of the group, but even he wore the weariness of age, no longer just zoning off, Sips always looked like he knew something, and that he desperately wish he didn’t. Strife could only guess what it was, he heard rumors about something to do with copper? What abyss had Sips looked into?

Strife leaned back in his chair as he folded his shit hand, and now here they all were, meeting in an abandoned warehouse to play poker once a mouth, just like they were 14 again and had the world in there palms. They really did have it now, but Strife wondered if it had been worth it, what had happened to the energetic group that loved life? He didn’t know, and now they played poker pretending the atrocities they had seen and done never existed, that everything was still okay, that there was some semblance of sanity. Maybe that’s why the Rail Bros never came around anymore, perhaps they grew up where he could not? Perhaps they gave up holding onto the past? Strife frowned, he couldn’t do that, it was one of his very few chains, if he forgot the past he’d just become, a shell, he had to remember why he was here, and not get lost to his secrets and drives for power and cash, to remember his humanity. He knew the day he stopped coming, was the day he could no longer be called human, and so as he watched the group play, a fakeness and feeling of forced from every action, Strife could not stop himself from asking to the group, letting every inch of weariness and age show in his words.

“Do you remember when we were all little?”

Then the group was silent, and Strife knew he had broken every facade there, the group would never be the same.

Strife could only pray it would do some good, and not bring the chaos he feared so dearly that would befall it from challenging the unspoken rules.

#Nilesy #Ravs #William Strife #Xephos #Minty #Nanosounds #Sips #Yogscast

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BNHA self insert AU

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Chapter 28: Finally! Some Good Fucking Food!

It’s a month into the second term and a whole lot of technical things were studied. That all changes when the second wave of villain attacks affect the school.

-Intel dorms, Saturday evening-

“I’m getting real fed up with these hero kids fucking everything up!” huffed Mimi as she threw herself on the common room rug “we can’t do shit on this fine Saturday night!”

“It’s not that bad” Hansai raised his voice from the kitchen “we can still turn up in our dorms!” he opened the booze cupboard but was greeted by Jin holding a paintball gun.

“Not so fast bucko!” Jin cried out as he cocked the gun “we gotta ration the booze! It’s only been 3 days since the word on the house arrest for all dorms” he hops out the cupboard “think this through! If we drink all the booze now, how are we going to get more if our rules don’t change?” he turns to the others “we all have to wait it out until we get house arrest lifted on all intel.”

“I hate that you’re right on this one” I groan from the couch “we don’t have a choice, its operation: Sober Waiting Game” I lazily levitate myself to the window and see the security robots on high alert patrol “stupid hero program and their public displays of quirks! Yall aint shit!” I shake my fist at whoever was peering through the other dorm’s window.

Meanwhile, at the hero dorms

“Hey I think the intel kids are mad at us” Kaminari said as he was looking out the window.

“How do you know?” asked Shinso as he walked up to the window.

Kaminari points to the second floor window to see Palma-san shaking her fist at them “I’m 90 percent sure that’s Palma-san cursing us out.”

“It was uncalled for that the school put them on the same house arrest” Uraraka meekly said as she walked up to the window to see “none of them were involved.”

Shinso gets sees an opportunity to get closer to Palma-san “Well in whatever case, I’ll be in my room” he turns to leave the commons room “don’t disturb me.”

Everyone that was in the commons room see him walk in his room and looked at each other in confusion as he never said anything like that before. But they shrugged it off and didn’t question it further.

Shinso:[Hey, how are you holding up on your end?]

Palma:[Not the best, we’re bored]

Shinso:[Wanna come over to my room? Just us?]

He didn’t have to wait for a text back, she teleported in with a beanbag and a bag of hot cheetos.

“Sup” she uttered as she crunched on a cheeto “hope you don’t mind my beanbag chair, didn’t have the will to get up from it.”

“Not at all” he chuckled “you look awfully comfy.”

“Yea, there’s not much to do but laze around in our lounge wear” she sank farther in the chair “we usually have parties or go out to downtown on nights like these” she sighed “and like, we could all say fuck the rules and Jin could teleport us to wherever we want to go or disable those security bots, but we promised no hijinks until the house arrest gets lifted.”

“Well, I guess we could just hang out and get to know each other better” he said as he sat on his rug to get on the same level as her “I don’t know much about you or your many talents.”

“You want to get to know me?” she gave a face of doubt “why though?”

“I hear about all your feats and triumphs” he praised “but I want to know the real you, the side that doesn’t get announced.”

She crunches on more cheetos “Well, I’m some Cali girl that’s gotten into some deep shit” she pauses a moment to think of the next thing to talk about “I’m just trying to be happy with what I’ve got.”

“But what about all your talents?”

“I’ve just gotten lucky” she picks up another cheeto “it’s always been like that.”

“Do you want to be here?”

“Heh, nope” a longing smile spreads across her face “I wanna be back home with my family, eating carne asada and frijoles. I want to be in the arms of my love, I want to cause chaos with my friends at the local swapmeet” she sighs “so many things I want to go back to but I can’t because I’ve committed myself here.”

“So what’s making things worthwhile?” he asked confused “you don’t seem totally miserable.”

“Well, don’t know about you” she put her cheetos beside her beanbag “but my sense of adventure and spry nature is what makes things interesting” she gently levitates Shinso “aren’t you a little curious to run your little paws on me, kitty?” she smirked as Shinso responds eagerly “aww look at you! Kitty wanna play with me? Kitty wanna cuddle up and have some fun?” Shinso obediently nods “come here then.”

The moment she puts him down, Shinso crawls on to her and starts to softly feel her features. He felt the soft texture of her curly hair, the exaggerated curve of her waist to her hips, her sweet little hands and her.... oddly muscular calves? Her scent is what really got him, like a flower garden and a hint of something sweet.

“I have to say” he cooed as he sniffed her shoulder “I like your scent, er I mean, is that too weird?” he instantly took back his creepy comment.

“A bit? hehehe” she giggled “you’re not the only one, Tenya always deep sniffs me when we hug” she ran a hand through his hair “it’s mostly the dried sachet I carry to suppress my quirk.”

He gives a weird face “That’s new, why the heck do you need your quirk suppressed?”

She explained everything “...I don’t really like the other methods” she sighed “honestly having telekinesis feels like a curse.”

“Why does it feel like that?” he was confused.

“Well it’s so hard to control and delicate” she closed her eyes “I haven’t had a proper nights sleep since I was 5 years old, when my quirk manifested, and I have so many quirk related health issues that have no remedy” she floated up with Shinso and the beanbag “if I get too stressed, I lose control of it and I could die! It’s fucked up but I just accepted it to be my fate.”

“That’s heavy, I’m sorry to hear that” he struggles to find the right words to say.

“Yup, I hope if I have kids, they’d get their father’s quirks” she opens her eyes “so they don’t have to bear the burden that’s my quirk” she scoffed at herself “bold of me to assume that I’ll live or keep someone long enough to have children with me.”

“Whoa that got dark” he tried to change the subject “but why think that you’ll never get there?”

“I’ve just given up on the prospect that I’ll find my one and only” she turned to look out the window “I came here alone, I’ve suffered alone so I’ll just die alone too. And it’s not like I’m sad about it” she tried to reassure Shinso “I’ve cried my tears and I planned out my life as a single woman.”

“What if you get a boyfriend?”

“Coolio, he can stay in my house if he doesn’t mind my floating.”

“What if you do get married? Children?”

“I’ll just have to figure it out from there!” she giggled “I didn’t factor in those things, it just feels like something out of my dreams that seems unattainable” she turned to face Shinso “it’s going to take a very strong and patient man to be my life partner.”

“You’re pretty, smart and strong” he grabs the floating bag of hot cheetos “you have boys fawning over you! Any one would be a fool to not keep you in their lives!” he eats a cheeto and instantly regrets it “oh fuck hot, hot HOT!”

She bursts out laughing “pendejo! can’t handle the spice?”

“NO!” he chugs his cold tea after she sets him down “you ate these like they weren’t spicy!”

“I’d been eating spicy since I was old enough to get solid food” she floated everything down and crunched on some cheetos “hot cheetos are snack spice! You should taste what we eat on a normal basis.”

“Hard pass” he pants with his tongue out “I’d kill for some of that rice milk drink you made though.”

“Go drink some milk fool!” she teased as he ran out to the kitchen “what a wuss.”

“AHHH SHINSO-KUN! ARE YOU OKAY?!” cried out some of the boys that were in the kitchen.

“Oh my God he’s drinking all the milk! Ew” gagged Jiro “that just the nastiest thing I’ve seen in a long time.”

I float out to where everyone was “Sorry yall, Shinso couldn’t handle the spice.”

“Palma-san? What were you doing with Shinso-kun?” asked Sero as he wiped the sweat and milk off of Shinso’s face.

“Just talkin’ and floatin’” she crunched on some more cheetos “Oi Bakugo! Get in on this shit.”

“Fuck yea!” Bakugo aggressively gets some and munches on them “that’s some good shit! God I miss eating your cooking” he gets more cheetos “you’re the only one that gives a spicy option to meals and your ethnic snacks and candy are the best!”

“Aww you miss me miss me?!” I teased to a very laxed Bakugo. He didn’t get irritated at the comment, just kept getting cheetos and crunching on them. “Anyways, fuck y’all for the house arrest” I spat out to really voice the feelings of the intel program “Now WE have to be on our best behavior to get considered for ban lift.”

“But can’t you just teleport anywhere?” Mineta spoke up “and what about your skinny friend with the portal quirk? Seems like you didn’t have a problem coming here.”

“Stupid they’ll get caught anyways!” Sero said as he finished cleaning up all the milk “they have earpieces that have a tracker so they can communicate and find each other” he turned to Palma-san “thats how they warned the school in time for the villain attack.”

“It’s true” I sighed “we were only involved in the communication part of the villain attack, things could’ve gone south if we weren’t coming back early from off-campus training.”

“We are very fortunate Ita, thank you” Iida stepped forward and bowed “on behalf of our class, I apologize.”

“Oh jeez Tenya no need to be so formal with the apologies” I cringed upon his gesture “but I should be warping back, looks like Shinso is pleading me to leave with my ethnic snacks from hell.”

“NO please stay!” Iida reached out to stop her “lets have a nice chat over apples.”

“Depends, will you let me eat unpeeled apples?” I arched my eyebrow.

“Yes, like the heathen you are” he cringed at the compromise “I’ll even slice them for you.”

“Oh fuck yeah!” I yelped as I give the bag of hot cheetos to Bakugo. Everyone was too weirded out by the idea of unpeeled apple eating, so they went about minding their own business. I sat on the floor, against the bed, of Iida’s room and I wasn’t thinking much about his sudden want for me to stay until he entered the room. Once he closed the door and locked it, his whole body language changed from ‘affirmative’ to ‘distressed’. “Tenya? You good?” I asked in a very concerned tone “you didn’t ask me to stay just to chat, did you?”

He sits in front of me, setting the bowl of apples down with a hard sigh “I’m not okay Ita” his voice was cracking a bit “this attack has been taxing me emotionally and I get that I’m the class rep and it’s my responsibility to keep everyone together and be strong but I-”

“But you’re at your limit huh” I finished his sentence and he nodded as he took off his glasses. “You poor thing” I softly spoke as I crawled over to hug him “tell me everything that’s bothering you, I’ll listen.”

He proceeds to talk it out with some tears as she lets him lean on her. Her back rubbing really helped him calm down and get comfortable. “...thank you for listening to me” he turned to make eye contact with her “I haven’t had time to myself and I don’t really trust anyone else with these things.”

“It’s no problem” I smiled warmly to assure him “you always listen to me and my problems, it’s the least I could do.” I start to rub is temples “when was the last time you just relaxed?”

He closed his eyes as he felt the her touch worked it’s magic “I don’t even know, it’s been pretty tough since starting school here” he moans softly “can you just keep doing that but all over my head?”

I giggled “you mean a head massage?” I switched to scalp rubbing “sure, just relax and let me work my magic.”

After a thorough head massage, he sits up and pulls her closer. Before she could say anything, he embraces her in a very needy way. “I wish I could just keep you close like this always” what is this boy trying to get at? “I’ve grown accustomed to your company and...softness.”

“My softness?” I uttered confused “has nobody hugged you as a child?”

“Rarely, your embrace feels like a mother’s love and the comforts of home” his hands shift on her back “do you ever feel like you found something you didn’t know was missing from your life?”

“I have yet to find it” I relax into the hug “but I have a feeling that my life is going to fall into place once I do.” I levitate an apple and take a big bite out of it, making the most wet sounding crunch.

“Okay, hug time over” Iida almost ejects her out of his arms “you might be cuddly but you’re also a skin-on-fruit eating heathen.”

I let out a cackle “nobody’s perfect Tenya” I take another bite out of my apple “these are some juicy bois.”

He couldn’t contain his laughter “you’re so silly Ita! Apples don’t have genders!”

I bust out laughing at that dumb retort and we spent the rest of the evening in that silly mood. Just being ourselves again and forgetting about the conflict that’s going on.

-Fast forward one week, Monday in homeroom-

“Okay everyone I have good news and two pieces of bad news” Diya announces to the class grudgingly “GOOD NEWS, the ban has been lifted on all intel” we all cheer but he waits for us to finish to give us the rest of his announcement “bad news 1: our activities planned for this term have been for the most part cancelled until further notice and bad news 2: we have to train the 1st years to be on par for full program defense in case of another villain attack.”

We groaned and cried out in disappointment as a class, the activities planned were a beach training day and other off-site weapon training. Plus the 1st years aren’t on par for anything really, unlike us, they have terrible team chemistry. We’ve seen their weapons training sessions and they end in disaster and most of the class in the nurses office. Jin raises his hand.

“Yes Matsui?”

“You mentioned full program defense, does that mean we not only have to learn another formation but also add more protocols?”

“Yes, it means precisely that” he exhales stressfully “from now to the end of the term, we’ll be all hands on deck and drill in another 10 protocols.”

I raise my hand.

“Put your hand down Palma, you can’t file a complaint over what our ‘Supreme Rat Overlord’ ,as you put it, called into action.” Diya wasn’t having any of our sass today.

I huffed as I put my hand down to cross them “Well that wasn’t very cash money of the Rat.”

“But you do have more liberties Palma” Diya says as he shuffles through some papers on his desk “since you’re in the hero program as well, you’re providing us with intel on them and increasing their chances of safety when you’re with them.”

“Oh so she’s like plain clothes security for them when it’s class time!” Yuka blurted.

“I guess that would make sense” Hansai thought out loud “those students really like your company regardless on if you have to be there or not.”

“Ugh that’s mega annoying” I groaned as I slid lower into my chair “that means I have to learn their new protocols too.”

“Oh man, press F in the chat for Palma-san’s sanity” Mimi bellowed for the class to participate.

“F” the class chanted in unison.

-After school, in the hero wing-

“Hey Palma-san” waved Shinso as I turned out of the classroom “that was quick, I thought you’d take more than 10 minutes.”

“Naw” I responded as I rubbed my face “unlike other teachers, Aizawa gets shit going if they need to be done.”

“What did you need to submit to him anyways?” he asked as we turned toward the front entryway “you were so stressed out over it that it concerned me.”

“Protocol conflicts” I sighed harshly “since I’m in both intel and hero programs, I abide by both of the given protocols for whatever situations. If I find a conflict that can’t be worked around or get technical, I have to report it so when the time comes neither group will get reamed for breaking protocol.”

“How many did you find?”

“Nearly all 10 new protocols conflict with intel’s new ones” we cross the school gates and into the sidewalk “If we got attacked again before I noticed the conflicts, yall would’ve been fucked because all I could do is rescue Bakugo and Todoroki because they aren’t hero license holders for more than 5 months!” I let out a giggle “imagine the rage Bakugo would be throwing when I have to get them to a safe area.”

“That does sound bad, you have a good sense of logic” Shinso pondered on my explanation “can’t believe the school is trusting you with that information.”

“Well, it’s not like I’m going to run off with these protocols” I smirked “my schooling is being paid for by the government that I’ll eventually have to work for and it’s not like I can leak this info to anybody in the United States, because there’s no hero schools out there” I look at Shinso “so by being responsible with this information and being proactive in the resolutions, I prove to them that I’m a trusted asset and they’re investing well in my education.”

“No hero schools back home? Hmmm” Shinso starts to connect the dots “does that mean that you did a full year of high school before coming here?”

I nod but also start sweating ‘oh crap I think I said too much’ I think to myself.

“Wow, I’m sorry you had to leave like that” his tone changes to something more empathizing “leaving your friends behind and family to a country full of strangers, I see why you feel the need to do things on your own” he stops walking just before the dorm perimeter “you feel abandoned and scared since you stepped foot here, you’re trying to mask all of that with your capabilities to keep everyone away from your past.”

I turn pale, he clocked me for everything I thought I was doing a good job at doing! He steps closer to me and I flinch, reflectively stepping back and put my arm up to block an attack, bad move on my end. He stops to put his hands out, like he was taming a wild animal. He takes another step and I don’t move but I don’t move my arm away either. Another step, I wonder why isn’t he using his quirk to freeze me in place? And what is he trying to do? Why here? Why now? My questions distracted me from him and his arms gently wrapping around me snapped me out of my thoughts.

“What are you-”

“Shhh, Ita” he softly spoke “I get it now, why you are the way you are and the pressure put upon you. It’s not fair and whoever hurt you so you had to ripped away from home, may the universe punish them!” I didn’t know what to say, I just stood there, dumfounded by the near accuracy “you don’t have to tell me the full story right now but know that I care about your wellbeing. And that’s rare for me to say.”

“Hitoshi” I broke my silence and hugged back “thank you, I’ve been waiting for someone to just stop trying to pry and just be understanding that I’ve been through my worst nightmares and barely survived” my face starts to creep up with a hard blush “it’s comforting to know that you care.”

“Why?” he asked as he pulled away from the hug and caught sight of my flushed face.

“Oh, uhh” I start stammering “no particular reason-” I lock eyes with a familiar item thats poking out of Shinso’s backpack, a fucking pill container with a full nug of weed inside! I can’t let him know that I know what I saw so I blurt “hahaha good talk BYEEE!” and I teleport to my dorm. I peek from the common room window a perplexed Shinso walking up to the dorms and disappear inside.

“What the hell was that?” Yuka asked me when I turned to walk back to my room “don’t try hiding it Palma-san! I saw you do your little panic run-turn-to-teleport!” she narrowed her eyes and got snarky “you like that purple haired boy, don’t you?~”

“Ah fuck you caught me!” but right when I said that, Tetsutetsu jumped out from behind the couch.

“I KNEW IT!” he yelled “my boy finally warming up to you, I’m abouta cry some manly tears!”

“What the hell? Yuka are you trying to get us in trouble?!”

“Take a look at the full ban rule” she pointed to a packet on the counter “Jin did some snooping to get the full tea on our liberties.” She made 4 of herself to prevent me from changing the subject “so~what did you say that made you panic?”

I sighed and snickered “Okay so like, he almost clocked me on my past and was like ‘it’s ok I get it now and I care about you and thats rare’ right” I hold it together for the next part “and I’m like ‘oh I’m so glad that you care’ because I’m that bitch and I start blushing and he saw and that got me a lil fucked up that I looked away from him and saw that he got some of that good good” I pause to let Yuka gasp “yeah and I’m like damn he’s tight as fuck if he sparks up like me but I looked sus and I panicked a bit.”

“Thats cute though!” Yuka exclaims “OH you should drop in on a roof sesh and be like ‘oh? you’re here too?’ and see where the night takes you.”

I didn’t want to hear anymore Yuka date ideas “I’ll see BUT I wanna know the hot tea on this ban and where the hell it says the tin man is allowed to be here.”

“HEY!” Tetsu yelps at my comment.

“Oh sorry, Tin ADOLESCENT” my retort made Yuka laugh as I made my way to the packet. I spent about an hour on the 5 page with size 11 font packet to find every work around and liberties we could hark on. “So the ban was only for the dorm students, not because we were involved” I ponder a bit more “if they made a huge deal about us too, why wasn’t this packet made available to us sooner?”

Jin turns to place a cup of cucumber water in front of me “re-read the bottom of page 3″ he said as he turned the page for me and points at the section “it says something about targeted students and the students associated with them are to be under surveillance until ban is lifted.”

“Yea, it’s to prevent kidnapping and negotiating with the enemy right?”

“Not only that” he takes a sip of his cup “the school knows what we did at operation Lion’s Den. We put an authoritative eye on our class because of it” I stressfully put my head in my propped up hands “hey don’t be hard on yourself! The blame for any of this was that broccoli lookin ass and the aggressive twink.”

“I guess but that doesn’t make me feel less bad about it” I softly slam my head on the counter “and I assume that you found that I have to prevent them from any sort of recklessness on our off-site training?”

“Right on the money!” Jin finger-gunned at my guess “but you’ll have Mimi and I to help you with that since we’re the team with the most experience.”

I wasn’t liking all these changes but it was relieving to know my friends are going to be by my side. The days pass and I get more and more curious on Shinso’s weed preferences and routine. With some careful observation and some bribing of the 3rd year intel students, I’ve gathered that his dealer is some 3rd year business student and he smokes 3 times a week. He’s always alone when he does with occasional company from Aizawa, uses a glass piece to smoke out of but no intel on his choice of strain. Also, the more I notice, Shinso has warmed up to me to the point where he doesn’t chuckle at my wit but instead laughs genuinely. He’s given me more affection by giving me hugs and wiping the sweat off of my face when we do training. Much to my relief, nobody is noticing all this and I find the right time to wiggle in that I also smoke.

-After school, on the way to the dorms-

I do a deep sniff of the air “hey you smell that?”

“Smell....what?” asked Shinso, visibly panicked.

“That smell” I do some quick sniffs like a dog finding their bone “the smell of that sticky-icky” I sniff toward Shinso “hmmm, well wherever it’s from, disappointed to know that they didn’t invite me.”

“Wait, you know it’s weed?” Shinso asked bewildered at my coolness “but how?”

I giggled “Silly Hitoshi! I came from California, weedtopia of the United States!” I pointed at his bag “also I took a lil peek at your bag and I can’t believe you just carry your nugs in those pill bottles” I make a hand gesture “at least put it in a rolled up pair of socks until you get to your dorm.”

Shinso stood there with his mouth open and red faced, he could not believe that I knew so much. “S-so hmmm” he stammered “you wouldn’t happen to smoke yourself...do you?”

“I do, who wouldn’t after dealing with those kids all day” I sighed “invite me to your smoke sesh sometime, I’d love to show you a good time.”

He caught on to my flirt and just turned more red “Umm yeah for sure” he tried to be cool about it “how about tonight? On the rooftop?”

“I’d like that” I responded with out breaking a sweat “see you later~” I turn and teleport out into my dorm. I start freaking out a bit because I can’t believe I just did that. I walk out to the commons room to express my freak out “guys I’m fucking reeling! I got myself in the infatuation zone with that purple haired boy.”

“The one with the eye bags and brainwash quirk?!” Mimi exclaimed “you got a smoke sesh with him?!” I nod and everyone squeals in excitement “when for?”

“Tonight at usual getting high hours on the hero rooftop”

“Bitch what are you doing telling us?!” Yuka scolded me “you should be getting ready! it’s T-minus 3 hours until real getting high hours.”

“It’s just a smoke sesh Yuka”

“Don’t you want to get in the commitment zone?” she made a good point “didn’t you tell us that what’s his face isn’t interested in what you’re dropping?” she pushes me to my room “it’s time to get pretty and forget about that goody goody glasses boy!”

As I get ready, I start to recall all the times Iida didn’t pick up on my advances in comparison on how Shinso picked up on mine right away. If I play my cards right, Shinso is the one, no doubt about it. I check the time, it’s nearly 7pm, he’s probably on his way to the roof but I didn’t want to seem desperate so I waited until he got there to teleport over.

“Hey~” I say as I teleport in sight.

“Hey yourself” Shinso responded “you look really cute.”

“Oh thanks” I may have tried too hard to get in the commitment zone, I wore my finest sporty capri leggings and a cat crop top “it’s just my comfiest sesh wear.”

“Thats what I like alot about you” he said as he pulled out a few pill bottles out of his pencil pouch looking bag “you don’t try hard to look cute or pretty, you can pull off anything and you’d get complimented.”

“Thanks...so what you smokin?” I tried to change the subject “are you a sativa lad or indica enthusiast? or a hybrid edgelord?”

“What’s your favorite?” he sneered at me “since you know so much?”

“Pues, I smoke indica to help me sleep since my quirk can activate while I sleep” I start explaining as I pull out my pill bottles and rolling papers “but I love to smoke hybrids when I’m with others.”

“Oh you’re a joint girl” he oogles my variety of rolling papers and blunt wrappers “can’t say I can roll to save my life, so I’m a piece person.”

“Figured that much about you” I pick up a pill bottle “but you have some nice ones, back home the boys usually just have the cheap ones and they break in your hands” I grind a chunk of nug “it totally kills the mood! Thats why I took the time to perfect the art of joint rolling.” I start rolling up a joint on my thigh with grace “see? can’t ruin the vibes if you know how to roll” I lick the edge to seal and twist the end to finish the joint. I hand the joint to Shinso and he gives me a surprised look.

“For me?” he takes the joint from my hand “what’s the strain?”

“One of my favorites, Pineapple Kush in a pina colada flavored rolling paper” I get giddy to explain it “it’s an indica that has a pineapple-y taste and with the flavored paper, it’ll taste like summer! Plus the indica will help you knock out if you’re having trouble falling asleep.”

He palms the joint “Wow you really know your stuff huh?” he tucks it in his pouch “I’ll save it for a sleepless night, but I show you my favorite” he picks up one of his bottles “OG Purple Kush, semi grinded in the bowl.”

“OH! Have you ever mixed it with some Purple Paralysis?”

“With what now?!” he asked as he popped open the bottle.

I scan through my bottles to find it “this one, Purple Paralysis” I hand him the bottle “its a sativa and it’s not the strongest but mixed with OG purp, it’ll make you inspired to do some song writing or poetry.”

“Hmm, I’m intrigued” he looks at me with curious eyes “grind some so we can smoke it, I really want to feel what you mean.”

We combine the two in Shinso’s piece and smoked, the effects hit and we started to really have a good time.

“What are you thinkin’ about?” I asked as I poked his forehead “you look like you have an idea.”

“I was just thinking that I was wrong about you” he smiled and made eye contact with me “you know your stuff and I should listen to you more” he smirked “actually I think everybody should, you’re amazing Ita.”

“Oh stop it you!” I blushed and playfully pushed him “you talk me up too much but I feel like that sometimes” I lay down, resting my head on my bag “that everyone should listen to me because I do know a thing or two about the given situation but I don’t know” I sigh softly “I never wanted to be the leader but the leader isn’t doing anything either so I’m just stuck as the voice of reason.”

“You don’t want to be a leader?” Shinso lays next to me “is it because of your family dynamic?”

“Not really, it’s more that I don’t like authority and I don’t want to be hypocritical and be an authority too.”

“Oh damn thats deep” Shinso looks up at the night sky “I should write that down and pin it to my wall.”

“Oh lordt que de dije that mixing the two will result in this” I giggle “I’m glad that you wanted to smoke with me tonight” I look up at the sky “it’s a lovely night to get high with someone and get lost in thought.”

“Yeah, a lovely night” a silence followed, just vibing and stargazing. Shinso turned to her “you know, you’d make an excellent wife someday” their eyes met, her’s having a confused look “you’re beautiful inside and out, anyone would be a fool to not keep you around and make you happy.”

“I believe you” I smiled and blushed “you told me sober and under the influence, it must be true.”

We spent hours just talking with some flirty undertones, plans for more sessions to come. I go to bed feeling happy that finally I have someone that’s interested and responds to my advances. Not only that but I really feel that Shinso is going to be endgame with me. I could genuinely say that I am falling for him.

-Chapter 28 End-

#bnha #mha #self insert au #not canon #chapter 28 #will update regularly #ask me anything #as promised a chapter in mid october #next chapter in 2 weeks #in time for thanksgiving break #also did yall appreciate the weed knowledge #of course I made Shinso a weed smoker #did you expect anything less?

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skinnydogweightgainmuscle-blog · 5 years ago

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Dog Muscle, Health , And Exercise Pure Facts Straight To The Point

Written by: Rupert Thornne

In this manual, we are going to reveal effective methods to help improve your dog's overall health, functional muscle mass, definition and muscle hardness through the use of effective exercises, diet and supplementation. Ever see some dogs so muscular that you wonder how they achieved that level of functional muscularity, not to mention all of the major health benefits that come with the increase in functional muscle mass. Some believe it’s the genetics of the dog and that’s it. Well, that’s only a part of the puzzle 40 percent is genetics 30 percent is exercise and the other 30 percent is diet = quality dog food/ and nutritional supplements- which are basically concentrated nutrients from food sources). I have personally seen many dogs that were considered genetically average workout eat good and take the right supplements look better than dogs that are considered genetically superior. Another thing you have to ask yourself is do you care about getting your dog healthier by working him out or do you want to trade in your dog for a genetically superior dog if your goal is to make your dog more muscular. Well, I would never trade in my dog for a better-looking dog I would just help build my dog up period. There were many times at dog shows I was told that I would be better off getting another dog that looked bigger with more muscle mass genetically than to waste my time building my dog up. Well to the people who told me that they obviously didn’t know what they were talking about. You don’t have to buy a better looking dog you just have to build up your own dog. And I also feel that many people would agree with me. A excellent example of this is Gorillaman now 7yrs old and looks a lot better now than he did when he was in his prime. How did that happen is what a lot of people wonder. What happened is he started working out with tire-pull 2 to 4x per week for 15mins each time along with putting him on buffk9’s true champion dog 2.0 supplement with a little bit of yogurt(to mix true champ 2.0 so it tastes better) along with quality kibble. The reason I'm writing this manual is that there is too much non-effective information out there when it comes to building muscle mass on your dog and the most important thing any dog owner can do is maintain proper health on their dog through exercise and nutritional supplements.

In this manual, we will show exactly how to do that using only the most effective methods available. These are also the same methods used to help Gorillamans transformation. The do’s the don’ts and common myths that hold people back from getting their dogs results. One very important thing to keep in mind is that results will vary on every dog (depending on age breed diet, supplement program, exercise program and genetics all combined. With each of these being a key factor but one thing is for sure they will all get results.

Gorillaman has a champion pedigree but was never able to achieve a truly impressive build until he started taking true champ 2.0 and working out at the same time. He has always worked out with basic running workouts and light sled pull but for some reason never looked like this. It goes to show how important quality supplements are in transforming the look of a dog along with performance and overall health.

The importance of quality supplements that work

Many top-level competitors and champion show dogs have already been using quality supplements to build muscle mass, but keep one thing in mind many of the owners of these dogs will NOT tell you about their hidden secrets unless they really like you or don’t mind the increase in competition they will have from your dog or someone else’s dog looking as good as their dog. Remember many of these people are breeders and don’t want anyone to think supplements made their dog look the way they look. They want you to think it’s only all their breeding responsible for their dogs muscular look. Quality breeders will tell you what they use to help their dogs build muscle and overall health because they know that supplements are basically nutrients that fuel genetics and that’s it. Many will deny giving anything to their dog that gives them the edge over the competition. The good thing is that there are also a few that will tell you what their dog is using because they like to see peoples dogs succeed and also realize that there are other factors to having the winning recipe beside just supplements. There is also the important factor of exercise and adding a quality dog food nothing overpriced. But many people who love their dogs already feed quality kibble. The only real factors left to do are add quality supplements that work and an exercise regimen to the dog's program to really get to the next level of functional muscle mass and overall health.

BUffk9’s true champ 2.0 was designed for all breeds of dogs over the age of 3 months to increase and support lean functional muscle mass performance and most importantly overall health. It’s a 100 percent all natural safe herbal formula that is designed to be used daily as a long term supplement. When some people look at the ingredients they wonder how this stuff works so well when it doesn’t contain any protein carbs fat or calories. The reason behind this is simple true champ 2.0 works through several different mechanisms that are really effective other than the usual protein fat and carbs to pack on muscle. Basically, it works by:

- enhancing nutrient uptake into the body

-reducing inflammation in muscles

-increasing oxygen in muscles

-reducing stress hormone

-reducing recovery time

-enhancing nitrogen retention in muscle

-protects lean muscle tissue from atrophy

-boosts overall immune health

All these factors really add up to produce an effective environment in the body naturally anabolic to produce functional muscle growth, boost performance and overall health. True champ 2.0 was tested by buffk9 for a very long time before it was released because this company actually cares about the safety and effectiveness of their products to get their customers results naturally. One thing I will say is that since buffk9 doesn’t use any artificial additives the product doesn’t taste very good unless you put it in yogurt to ensure your dog eats it. It’s important to give it with food only to avoid mild upset stomach. Other than that the stuff is incredible. This product is also great for older dogs to prevent muscular atrophy and to enhance immune function.

Common MYTHS about muscle building supplements for dogs

I have heard that supplements are not natural and dangerous for dogs. Well, it really depends on the company making the supplements and what quality checks take place. Buffk9 has all their products made here in the USA with the highest safety checks such as

- Made in an FDA registered facility

- Gmp approved

- Human grade ingredients only

The biggest myth

This is the biggest myth that prevents some people from giving buffk9 true champ 2.0 a try, some think that after their dog stops use that they will lose gains. This simply is not the case if anything 90 percent of the gains stays after discontinuing use because true champ 2.0 works with the body to naturally build muscle and restore homeostasis in the body so all gains are real and there to stay.

The importance of exercise and How much exercise does a dog need every day

There is one thing all dogs need and that is love other than that how much exercise a dog needs every day depends on the breed, energy level and personality of the dog. But in general terms 20min walk 2 or 3 times a week is more than enough. Some dogs such as working line dogs with a lot of prey drive will need more than that for them 40mins of walking would be enough 2 times a week. It's really important for working breeds to be able to release their excess energy to prevent them from getting stressed out. So there it is how much exercise a dog needs every day in the simplest terms. In the next section, I will talk about the most effective workout for your dog.

The most effective exercise to perform for functional muscle mass and overall health

Is tire-pull or sled pull.

Tire pull and sled-pull is super effective workouts that really stimulate the dog's body very effectively for muscle growth and performance. Many search and rescue dogs and military dogs have also tried it with awesome results. It helps build muscle mass, definition, boost agility and flexibility at the same time. The best part about tire-pull and sled-pull is that it's easy to use and the gains stay even after discounting the workouts. This equipment helps build strong large muscles and performance but the best part is it really helps relieve pent up stress in your dog especially for power breeds such as Pitbull's, Rottweiler’s, Presa Canarios, American bulldogs, Bandogs , German shepherds and malinois.

When you have a working line dog of any of these breeds or similar breeds walking them is usually not enough they require more of a rigorous physical workout to properly balance pent up energy. Don’t perform any exercise too long that your dog gets bored of it so 5 to 20 mins is usually the cut-off point.

Dog Weight Vest

This is a good method of workout for your dog it’s easy to use and gets the job done. Just don’t go heavy with this because it's not necessary at all lightweight gets the job done and doesn’t stress your dog’s joints. This exercise helps to get rid of pent up energy as well. The dog weight vest is also one of my preferred choices of workout equipment for dogs.

The Importance of the pump

It’s really important to see a visible pump after you have completed a workout in your dog to build muscle effectively. The pump is a gauge to really tell if the workout was effective or not. Keep one thing in mind exercise stimulates the pump but it’s the quality of dog food and supplements that helps keep the pump long term( buffk9’s true champ 2.0) Both the workout and supplements are important for results if one is missing then results won’t be as great.

I wrote this article not just to promote buffk9’s muscle building line because my dog is the son of Gorillaman (official buffk9 athlete)and takes the supplements with great results, but to really get the word out there about how to really improve your dog’s health and muscle gains. I was extremely inspired by Gorillaman this dog is a true legend by far in the Rottweiler world and his muscularity is unmatched even with many breeds that are known to be muscular. If anyone has seen a more muscular Rottweiler please let me know. Good luck guys with all tips shared here and rest assured your dog will get serious results following these tips.

#rottweilers #pitbulls #presacanario #excercisesfordogs #howmuchexcercisedoesadogneeddaily #vitaminsforpitbulls #germanshepard #workingdogs #americanbully #huntingtondogs #agilitydogs #racingdogs #championshowdog #mastiffs #guraddogs #doghealthtips #buffk9 #gorillaman

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BnHA Chapter 040: Deku VS Todoroki (Conclusion)

Previously on BnHA: Oh god. Shouto flashed back repeatedly to his horrific childhood. Deku decimated basically his entire body in his quest to get Todoroki to finally use his left side. Like, he literally chose the most perverse and insane possible way to do this. For reasons I can’t begin to fathom, none of the adults bothered to intervene in this bloodbath. My god it pissed me off so much. Anyway, Todoroki finally did realize that his power is his own and he can use it without it automatically meaning that he’s giving in to his evil father. It made him very happy and was a very powerful moment tbh. BUT AT WHAT COST.

Today on BnHA: Deku and Todoroki nearly blow up the stadium and each other before the U.A. faculty FINALLY steps in. Deku is blown out of bounds and the fight ends. Endeavor is all, YESSSSS, JOIN ME AND TOGETHER WE CAN RULE THE GALAXY AS FATHER AND SON but Shouto is just, WHATEVER, I DON’T EVEN CARE ABOUT YOU and it’s the best. All Might and Deku have an emotional moment in the nurse’s office while Recovery Girl is just like, “smdh.” Basically the manga shyly offers me an apology and a bouquet of flowers for putting me through all of that bullshit in the last chapter, and LIKE A FOOL I fall for it hook, line and sinker.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 94 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

so here we are at chapter 40. officially about 20% of the way through the story so far. a lot has happened! Deku has learned to control his powers! somehow it’s made absolutely no difference in terms of how frequently he’s been gravely injured! in fact if anything it’s all gotten much, much worse!

oh my god Endeavor is jumping up in the stands and fucking SCREAMING about how Shouto’s finally accepted his blood and now he can finally fulfill his (Endeavor’s) ambitions

someone push him down these stairs

oh my god the chapter is titled “Emancipation.” lol I assume it’s metaphorical, but what I wouldn’t fucking give for Shouto to somehow legally tell his dad to just fuck off forever

Mic calls Endeavor a “doting parent.” that’s... a take. possibly the most ironic fucking thing anyone has ever said

Aizawa seems to know a little bit more about Shouto’s history with his dad though, since he’s thinking to himself that they’re not on good terms. but maybe he just figured that out from Shouto’s insistence on not using his left side

Todoroki is completely thawed out now and on fucking fire and Deku is grinning and Shouto asks him what the fuck he’s smiling about lol. he’s smiling because he helped you, silly! but yes you’re right he is totally fucking screwed

can we get this match ended at last please?? can we get a fucking mercy rule implemented into this fucking tournament

please help me out here, U.A. as unfathomably badass as Todoroki is at full power, I really don’t want to sit through another whole fucking chapter of Deku doing insane things he really shouldn’t be able to do

you know what I would enjoy, though? a quick cut to show how the villains are reacting to all of this. or Deku’s mom, for that matter! assuming she hasn’t passed out or anything. but even if she did, she said she was recording it, so

(ETA: lol are you guys sick of me speculating about Deku’s mom every five paragraphs yet)

DEKU YOUR SECRET IS FUCKING OUT NOW. IT’S WHAT YOU DESERVE, QUITE HONESTLY

and finally Cementoss is springing into action. JESUS CHRIST. TAKE YOUR TIME WHY DON’T YOU. honestly, both he and Midnight -- and really the entire faculty -- are lucky if they’re not charged with child endangerment after all of this

(ETA: well I’m glad U.A.’s student safety record does actually become a plot point later. but slightly annoyed that no one had any problem with this particular spectacle and that it only became an issue after the second villain attack)

having no self-preservation instincts isn’t a fucking superpower and it isn’t something children should be aspiring to

fucking look at these idiots

DON’T EXPECT A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FROM ME NOW, CEMENTOSS

jesus there was like a fucking shockwave. that was all Deku, I’m sure. the giant fire tornado erupting from the stadium is all Todoroki, though!

I’m pretty sure everyone in the stadium just collectively shat their pants

lol forever if a single one of the heroes in the stands even thinks about having the audacity to think they could ever claim either of these two as a sidekick after this. no matter who it is, THEY’RE THE ONES WHO WOULD BE THE FUCKING SIDEKICK

fucking I don’t even know, Mic

so who fucking won. was it a tie?

there’s so much fucking steam from all of the suddenly-melted ice

that shit should be scalding Deku and Shouto both. but we’ve long since torpedoed past the boundaries of realism within this particular fight

there’s a panel of Deku’s shoe but not showing the rest of him...

HE’S OUT OF BOUNDS. OH MY GOD. PRAISE ALL MIGHT. FUCKING FINALLY THIS FIGHT IS FUCKING OVER

so Todoroki moves on to round three

no matter who wins in the Shiozaki/Iida match, they should just fucking forfeit afterward lmao

the audience can’t understand what Deku’s strategy was. there’s no point in trying to understand it, he was basically just trying to make his friend feel better to the point that he became near-suicidal in that pursuit

still, would anyone in this crowd actually want to fuck with him after witnessing that??

YOU DON’T COUNT

lol do you still want these two as your rivals though. and Deku went and made your job even harder for you

and he overheard that conversation earlier, so he understands the significance of what just went down better than anyone else in this audience

oh look, Shouto is being confronted by a walking piece of flaming shit. what an interesting sight

he says Shouto is finally ready to replace him. fucking get over yourself. I’m trying to think of truly awful things to compare you to but I’m so mad I can’t even come up with any

but he seems to think that this means Shouto is done “rebelling” and has anyone ever been so wrong before I wonder

FUCKING YESS

YESSSS RIGHT IN HIS PRIDE

AND NOW HE’S WALKING AWAY

SHOUTO STAY RIGHT THERE!! I’M COMING AROUND!! GOT A BIG HIGH FIVE WITH YOUR NAME ON IT

aaaaand the nurse’s office again!!

so just how dead is Deku this time

shit

shit. I hope they maxed out his painkillers, this poor stupid fucking kid

WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE GOING TO TELL HIS MOTHER GODDAMMIT

and okay but, can you please stop putting it on All Might though. yes he put pressure on Deku, but Deku’s inner fire has like a psychotic edge to it that even he couldn’t have ever anticipated. All Might told him to go out there with a smile, not screaming like a madman and methodically breaking all of his bones one by one

also, he didn’t anticipate Shouto’s involvement in all this and just how far Deku would go for him

which, by the way, I know there’s a sizable chunk of the fandom that ships TodoDeku (or really it’d probably be the other way round wouldn’t it), and like, it’s hard not to see why. you know I’m all about that BakuDeku ship, but Deku clearly has a lot of love to go around. lots of terrifying, violent love

anyway, the point is this wasn’t All Might’s doing. he’s not fucking Dumbledore manipulating the poor kid left and right. he’s still new to being a mentor and he vastly underestimated his protege’s propensity for getting himself deep into the shit

Recovery Girl says All Might better not praise him for what he did. okay, yeah, that I can 100% agree with. it wasn’t healthy or sane or smart by any stretch, and it accomplished absolutely nothing that a couple of sessions with a halfway decent therapist couldn’t have done. though from what I’ve seen, I’m not sure if this school believes in things like therapists

and here comes the fam

oh shit I just realized All Might is still in Skinny Steve form

-- DEKU IS CONSCIOUS???!

HELLO NICE TO MEET YOU

DEKU IS FUCKING CONSCIOUS THOUGH??!

I HOPE HE’S DOPED UP TO THE NINES

apparently they took a break to repair the arena

this piece of shit is expressing an opinion I happen to agree with. it happens

but that’s okay because Deku doesn’t need to be some stupid shitty so-called pro’s shitty sidekick. I hate like 90 percent of the pros outside of the U.A. faculty anyway

well. but Best Jeanist though...

now Recovery Girl is chasing them all out and saying he’s about to have surgery

they’re all like “SURGERY?!” YES, SURGERY. WERE YOU NOT WATCHING THE SAME FIGHT THAT I WAS

sdlfkhl damn it and Deku’s apologizing now

he’s so fucking out of it, I can’t be mad at him even though I was so fucking mad at him!!! you idiot!!

All Might, hey, hold it. wait up. dude. you don’t get openly emotional and you never have up till this point so don’t start now when it’s so late and I’m not prepared. if you lose it even the slightest degree I will literally be a mess

and now All Might is realizing Deku was trying to get Todoroki to get over his hangups

and Deku’s saying yes, because “it was just too sad...”

does All Might know what he’s talking about? he can probably guess some of it, but he doesn’t know just how bad it was with Todoroki and Endeavor

Deku says he tried to mind his own business, but he couldn’t take it

“it was so frustrating.” kid, I 100% agree. but like, you and I have different approaches to solving problems like this oh my god

anyways so he completely forgot about his goal of winning the tournament and “lost himself”

well at least this exonerates All Might from having had anything to do with this outcome. just in case he was prepared to blame himself

Deku hasn’t cried once during any of this, incidentally. is he just too exhausted

he needs huuuuuuugs. surgery and then hugs!!

you know what could have changed what happened. literally anyone intervening at any point before the match actually ended

ooooh just like that I’m starting to get mad all over again lol. but not at you, All Might. and not at Deku, who was clearly out of his mind, just totally off the rails with his psychotic good intentions

“however, giving help that’s not asked for... is part of what makes a true hero.” awww ;_;

look, again, I don’t deny that Shouto needed help in some shape or form

and I guess all’s well that ends... sort of... okay

just. wow, what a fucking outcome. what a train wreck of a battle. that was something, all right

“Midoriya Izuku... finished in the top eight”

and the chapter ends

bonus

looks like we’re done with character profiles for the time being! NOW IT’S COSTUME COMMENTARY OH GOODY :D :D :D

how much of this did Bakugou design himself, I wonder? he probably just explained how his quirk worked and what he wanted the gauntlet thing to do and that he wanted it to look cool (by his weird definition of cool)

I really love Bakugou’s quirk. I don’t know if I’ve said this. but it’s probably my second or third favorite, after Ochako’s and possibly Aizawa’s. just something about explosions. I’ve been a Gokudera fangirl for too long lol. and I also love his fighting style and his blasting all over the place

look at the thought that went into even the fucking grenade pin design

Bakugou can fucking blow shit up with his knees?? holy shit. I thought those were just weird Mad Max style knee pads lmao

(ETA: I think maybe by “kill with his knees” they just mean he could like. crush some poor dude or something. just bludgeon them or some shit. how violent)

and he can put his explosive sweat into the grenades on his belt too. “what’s the point?” well, you never know. plus it looks cool to have the grenades there on his belt

“all in all: heartless” this guy never stops shitting on my favorite character lol

#bnha #boku no hero academia #makeste reads bnha #midoriya izuku #todoroki shouto #endeavor #all might #bakugou katsuki #I forgot all about bakugou's knee pads #fucking kill somebody with your knees already bakugou #are you just going to leave us all hanging or what

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gingerbread-in-july · 6 years ago

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About Time Ch. 2

Here is the next chapter! Thank you so much for your feedback! <3 Warning for this chapter: No smut yet, but this chapter does contain sexual tension, a few crude remarks, and a couple of scenes that are a bit on the suggestive side that did make me blush just a bit! Also, feels.

I hope you like it!

You had picked out a dress for the wedding a month ago. Although it was nice enough, you decided that it just wouldn't do. One doesn't just wear a dress for a date with Chad on a date with Rich fucking Tozier. Oh, no. You couldn't just bring your A game; you had to throw out the rules and rewrite the game entirely.

The strapless wine red gown you had picked out was certainly classy and sophisticated but it had a sexy, scandalous edge that was undeniable. You weren't about to starve yourself just because some butthurt bitchboy had called you fat when you wouldn't do what he wanted, but you made it a point to drink plenty of water and work out every day leading up to the wedding.

You scheduled a hair appointment for the morning of. You hadn't planned to bother with as much for Chad but you knew you didn't have the skill to create something of the caliber you wanted on your own. "Make me the hottest bitch there," you told the hairdresser.

You did your makeup far more elaborately than you typically did, but there could be no stone left unturned. Not when you had to keep an old flame in his place and make him eat his heart out; certainly not when you were showing up on the arm of the one and only Rich Tozier. You made sure to use the most bold, provocative perfume you had and you did not use a light hand; there was no place for subtlety this evening.

The doorbell rang. You surveyed yourself in the mirror one last time, struck a pose and answered the door. There stood a dashing, impeccably dressed Rich Tozier...

...and there on the ground in front of him lay his jaw.

You twirled around for him. "What say you, Mr. Tozier?"

"Wow," he breathlessly gasped before rediscovering his voice. "What did I to to be lucky enough to score a front row seat to this smokeshow?"

On another day, you would have blushed. "You don't look so bad yourself, Richie." "(Y/N), I can promise you that nobody there will be looking at me," he said, unable to keep his eyes from wandering all over you. "I will. Damn, Richie. You're making me wish we didn't work together."

"Then I'll wear sweats to work Monday. Then you'll remember who you're working with."

"And you'll still be Rich Motherfucking Tozier. I knew what I was doing when I invited you to this wedding."

"You obviously didn't know me in Derry, Maine throughout the 80s and most of the 90s."

"Yeah, well I wasn't always the smokeshow you see in front of you, either. Hell, I'm not even this smokeshow ninety percent of the time these days."

"(Y/N), hot stuff, I'm going to be choking on all that smoke for weeks to come, if not months."

"Then I'll wear sweats to work Monday myself."

"Go ahead. The damage has already been done. Don't you know that secondhand smoke kills?"

"I see my lectures have finally gotten through. You ready? As much as I'd love to stay here and keep enjoying the view, we've got a wedding to attend."

"I hope you're not too attached to the bride because I don't think she'll be wanting to stay friends with somebody who shows up to her wedding looking that good. That is, if she doesn't decide to run off with you."

You took Richie's arm. "Let her try. There's not a man or woman alive or dead that could stack up to my date," you said as you walked to his car. You could have sworn that you saw Richie blush just a little bit before he looked away.

You wound each other up the entire drive to the wedding, neither of you letting the other lose sight of your mission or of just how goddamned stunning the other looked. By the time you arrived, the two of you were ready to take on the world, already fully absorbed in your plan and enjoying every split second of it.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N), you wrote in the guest book before handing the pen to Richie. He signed the book and set the pen down with a satisfied smirk.

You guffawed when you saw what he had done, adding onto your entry so that it now read (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and the luckiest son of bitch in the place, in two differing scripts. "I could kiss you for that," you whispered, never more thankful in your life that Rich Tozier could be utterly shameless at times.

"Hope you wore smudge proof lipstick," he whispered back, giving a shit eating grin to all passersby. Yes, all eyes were definitely on the two of you. Chad's would be too if he indeed possessed the balls to show up; if he did he sure wouldn't have the balls to say jack shit to either of you.

Not surprisingly, the professional photographer that had been hired for the event stopped the two of you for a photo. "Enjoy the view from behind, it's just as sweet!" Richie exclaimed to the photographer as you walked on, causing you to blush and cackle.

"You're amazing, Richie," was all you could say.

You took your seats and waited for the ceremony to begin. "You see him?" Richie asked.

"No, and I don't care to look. I've only got eyes for you tonight."

"That's true. We do have a show to put on," he said, giving you a look that you were sure had caused you to soak your seat. In fact, you even said as much.

"Don't make me soak my seat, Tozier."

Richie didn't say anything, just gave you a smoldering smirk, knowing damned well what he was doing. He may have come a long way from the scrawny, bespectacled trashmouth with the target on his back but he would always have a bit of the little shit left in him deep down.

You decided to give him a taste of his own medicine and leaned in, gently grazing his lips with yours. God, they were fucking soft. They felt every bit as great as you always imagined they would. You kissed him again, gently taking his bottom lip between your teeth before releasing it and pulling back.

"My God..." Richie marveled, as if meeting you for the first time. "Who are you? I always knew you were something, doll, but Jesus Christ..."

"Why, Mr. Tozier, I'm yours, don't you know?" you answered with feigned innocence.

Richie smirked and gave your leg a squeeze. "Let's take it down a notch, I don't want us to get kicked out before it's even started," he whispered before placing a quick kiss on your neck and turning to face forward.

You took his hand and the two of you made small talk about your surroundings. You sat through the wedding, unable to really focus on anything that was happening. All you could think about was the man beside you that you craved more than anything and the tension building between your legs. You clapped with everyone else when it was done, though, truthfully, you only knew to do so by watching Richie.

The wedding may have finished, but the fun was only beginning for you and Richie. Everyone knew that the reception was where the good shit really went down and it was there that the two of you would have to give your strongest performance. Thankfully, you were both warmed up.

You watched as the bride and groom made their way to the floor for their first dance and you couldn't help but feel a tug at your heartstrings. You'd never seen laid back, sweet-faced Tyler look so dashing and sophisticated and Amy, ethereal in her white gown with her flaxen hair gleaming in the light, looked like the angel on top of the Christmas tree.

"Doesn't she look beautiful?" you asked.

"Yeah, she does," Richie agreed and you had to give him credit for not adding on a crude remark like he typically would have done. The opening notes of Ed Sheeran's Thinking Out Loud filled the room and the couple began their dance. Richie groaned in annoyance.

"Really? This song? Why did I let you drag me to a millennial wedding?"

"So basic," you concurred, although you felt your eyes misting regardless. "I wouldn't have picked it...but it's a pretty song. Well, it was the first two hundred times or so."

Richie saw you lovingly admiring the couple, lost in the moment and he smiled at the chip in in your tough, sassy exterior. He couldn't help but wrap his arms around you from behind and rest his chin on the top of your head as he watched them with you. "Yeah, it is," he admitted.

Throughout the evening, Richie played the doting date to the hilt. At your table, you made a show of feeding one another bites of cake by hand, dragging it out as long as possible, neither of you admitting aloud that it was just as much for your own benefit as it was for that of onlookers. A downright devilish grin broke across Richie's face as he finished languidly sucking a dollop of frosting from the finger you had between his pillowy lips, in his soft mouth as you simultaneously did the same thing, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of his finger wrapped in the velvet expanse of your tongue, reluctant to let it go. He released your finger from his mouth and kissed your fingertips before speaking. "I see him." His dark eyes were alight with mischief.

"Oh yeah? Does he see us?"

"I don't see how he couldn't have clocked such a babe, especially as she sucked the frosting right off my fingers."

"You know, we haven't quite finished if you want to keep it up because I'm enjoying the hell out of this."

"Tempting, but I've got something else in mind."

"Is he alone? Did he bring a 'real woman?'" you asked with amused derision.

"If by 'real woman' you mean what is quite clearly, as I called it, a paid escort and what appears to be a discounted one at that, then yes."

You rolled your eyes, heavily make up for the occasion. "Okay, what are we going to do?"

"I'll tell you what we're going to do, you're going to get your sexy ass out of that chair and we're going to get out on that floor and give everyone an eyeful."

For the first time since you'd been there, you faltered. "Richie, I don't know..."

"What, you aren't backing out on me now, are you? What happened to my hot piece of ass?"

"I won't look like such a hot piece of ass on the floor, Richie, I can't dance!"

"Sure you can. Anyone can."

"Can and should are two very different things!"

"You can. You will." He stood up and extended his hand down to you. "May I have this dance, beautiful?"

If there was one thing you couldn't do, even more than you couldn't dance, it was deny Rich Tozier.

"Of course, handsome. But you're leading."

"Absolutely. Gotta take care of my girl," he said as he led you out onto the floor.

You sure as hell couldn't dance and, truthfully, you didn't know if Richie was really all that much better, but he had more than enough confidence for the both of you. You followed his lead, never breaking eye contact.

"See, (Y/N)? You're doing it."

You had no idea what was going on around you. Everyone else could be dead for all you knew. All you knew was that there was music (you didn't even know what song) and motion and that you were being held and twirled by your love and, goddamn it, he sure was the most charming man you had ever seen, you sure wanted to kiss him, and you wished more than anything that this was for real and not just for tonight.

The song ended. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Richie, I-"

You were cut off by the announcement that it was time for the bouquet toss. Richie's face lit up with mischief and he pushed you into the crowd of rabid single women who were desperate and ready to knock some lights out for some meaningless bundle of flowers that didn't truly foretell a thing. "Go on! Get it, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed in mock enthusiasm.

You want it, Tozier? you thought. Then you've got it. You couldn't have cared less for the tradition, but didn't you have an act to uphold?

Amy tossed the bouquet and you leapt for it, damned if you were going to let Chad's third rate hooker come out with it or anyone else, for that matter, since Richie had wanted to be cute and shove you into that sea of lunacy. No, that bouquet was your target. You leapt like a gazelle, swerved, and took ahold, yanking it out of the path to another woman's hands.

Everyone cheered and a few women shot death glares as you held up the bouquet, smiling smugly as you made your way back to a smarmy, smirking Richie who was clapping exaggeratedly. You tossed the bouquet at him. "As requested, your bouquet," you said before grabbing his hand, holding it up in the air and shouting, "Here he is, boys, come get him!"

Once the laughter died down, you mirrored the smug expression Richie had just been giving you.

"Laugh it up now, sweet cheeks, but you're about to be really sorry," he warned.

"Oh, yeah? What are you going to do?"

"Wait for it..."

An amplified voice filled the room. "All right, all you eligible bachelors, line up!"

"That's me," Richie said, handing the bouquet back to you and giving you a wink before joining the crowd of men who were gathered as Tyler removed Amy's garter.

That doesn't mean anything, you thought. There's plenty of men. Richie probably won't even get it.

Richie, however, had a height advantage over the other guys in the crowd, men just didn't care about things like this the way women did and you came to the sudden realization that you and Richie's plan had worked a little too well. The two of you had already established yourselves as the it couple of the evening, second only to Tyler and Amy themselves. Everyone had taken notice of the two of you and you could have sworn that you saw Tyler, that cheeky son of a bitch, deliberately toss that damned garter directly to Richie- who caught it, of course, much to the delight of the entire building.

Richie made his way back to you, victory all over that gorgeous, immaculately sculpted face of his. "Are you gonna sit down and make this easy for me?" he asked, teasingly.

You weren't about to give him the satisfaction of besting you. You sat down without protest, eyes smoldering, unable to contain your smirk as you lifted your dress to expose your legs, commanding Richie to the ground with a nod of your head.

The crowed ooohed and Richie made a show of dropping to his knees and crawling the brief distance to your feet, the garter clenched between his teeth. He reached up to gently take your ankle into his hands and slide the garter over it, taking his sweet time gliding it all the way up to your thigh, never once letting the garter slip from between his teeth.

"I gotta get a shot of this," came a voice near you, obviously the photographer. Richie looked at the camera, still on his knees, garter at your thigh still held between his teeth, and gave a very satisfied thumbs up to the camera as the photo was snapped. Only when the moment had been immortalized did Richie, at last, release the garter from his teeth. You let your dress fall back down over your legs.

"You bastard. You fucking bastard," you said breathlessly, smiling in spite of yourself.

"Hey, is that any way to talk to your future husband? We're next, dollface."

"Well played, Tozier," you commended, clapping slowly.

"What do you say we give the people a little victory dance?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

And so it went, dance after dance the two of you shared, long since losing track. Song after song, fast and slow until, at last, you looked up at him, towering over you, all lips and cheekbones, hair unkempt and sexy after an evening of activity. Dark, beautiful eyes were looking right back at you, soft, round and bearing into you. Eyes that had never looked into yours so long without saying something or, perhaps, had never looked into yours so long, at all. Richie was usually so good at talking, usually knew exactly what to say, so unlike you. Come on, Richie...say something... But nothing came out of him or you. All you could see was him, all you could think about was that moment, and all you could feel was everything you had ever felt for Richie, all at once and amplified, running through your blood, through every atom of you.

So, you kissed him.

Not for the sake of putting on a show, not for the benefit of any onlooker, but for you. Just your lips on his. No thought, just feelings, kissing him until you thought, at last, that you might die if you didn't stop for air because God knew you had forgotten to breathe.

You pulled away. Richie blinked, absentmindedly running his tongue over his lips. "Damn," he muttered offhandedly before returning to his senses. "Was Chad watching or something?"

You didn't know what to say. Truthfully, you had no idea if Chad had been watching or not, nor did you care. You had long since lost sight of your initial reason for bringing Richie to the wedding in the first place. You couldn't ruin things forever between you and Richie, but you couldn't lie to him, either.

"I don't know," you answered. "It just felt right."

"Felt right?" Richie didn't sound upset; just confused.

You couldn't just stand there not knowing whether or not you had just made the biggest mistake with Richie that you possibly could have. "Yeah, you know how it is," you cheerfully dismissed. "Doesn't it just feel right sometimes? Don't overthink it." The irony was not lost on you; you knew you would do precisely that. "Anyway, I'm sorry about that, Richie. I didn't mean to upset you. I'm gonna go to the bathroom. Do you want me to get you anything on the way back?"

"A drink."

"Anything in particular?"

"Surprise me."

"Ice?"

"Tons."

"Gotcha. Be back in a few." You headed toward the ladies' room as quickly as your dress would allow which, for the sake of appearances, was not very quickly, thankfully.

You locked yourself in a stall. "Fuck,"you whispered, dropping to a seat on the closed toilet. No matter how you fought them, tears sprang to the surface. You were glad that you had worn waterproof mascara. You allowed yourself a few moments of panic and despair before forcing yourself to dry up and get out. You touched up your makeup in the mirror until you were satisfied.

"You better get back out there to that man of yours," a woman said in passing, "or somebody else will be glad to take your place."

You laughed dryly. "Don't I know it?" you muttered to the empty bathroom.

You stopped to get Richie his drink, putting about as much thought into making it as he had into requesting it. You were sure to fill the cup with enough ice that it didn't really matter what else was in it, anyway. You scanned the room for Richie, perplexed that he was nowhere to be seen. Fuck, you thought. I've gone and run him off.

Just when you were about to dig your phone out of your purse, you felt a hand gently touch your arm from behind. You turned to face Richie, all smiles, back to his old self. You smiled and handed the drink to him. He set it on the nearest table.

"No time for drinks now, my love. While you were away, the DJ announced that after a brief intermission, the last song of the night was coming up."

"Thank fuck. That guy sucked. If it were my wedding, I'd pay him to stop. He's no Rich Tozier, that's for damn sure."

"Cut him some slack. I don't think Rich Tozier could have done any better, seeing a fox like you out on the floor."

"Nonsense. Rich Tozier is the king. He's been carrying both of us on the floor all night."

Richie smiled and offered you his hand. "I see the guy coming back. You ready to show them how it's done one last time?"

You took his hand. "Been ready all my life."

You made your way to the floor as the music began. It was a slow song, thank goodness, and you were ready to savor every second of the dance. It wasn't lost on you that it was the end of the night, the final encore, and you and Richie would soon take your last bow. It wasn't a show for you, though. It never was, and it had never been more plain to you than it was at that moment.

You looked into Richie's eyes. They were sparkling as he smiled at you. You smiled back and laid your head on his shoulder, playfully nuzzling his neck before settling. You felt a soft, whispering laugh in his chest before you felt his lips place a chaste kiss on the top of your head and then your hand that he held as you danced. He held his head down, his face resting gently in your hair.

In that moment, you could have sworn that he was enjoying this every bit as much as you. Deep down, however, you knew better. If he was loving this with you, it was no different than the way he had loved so many others for a moment or two before going back to his same old single life.

I love you, you thought. You mouthed the words against his shoulder, only because you knew he couldn't see. Was this how people felt on the way to their executions? Desperately clinging to every fleeting second of precious time as the end grew ever more imminent? You thought that it may very well have been; to some greater extent, of course, but still in the same vein.

You felt Richie's hand on your back, rubbing softly as your hand slowly traveled up to rest securely in his dark curls. Inevitably, no matter how fervently you wished that you could have frozen time, the song reached its end. Your heart began its slow break. Richie smiled down at you and kissed your forehead before wrapping an arm around you as you began the agonizing walk back to the car.

"What a night," you marveled aloud once you were both in the car.

"I'm sure Chad is eating his heart out and choking on it," Richie assured you.

You blinked, giving Richie a mischievous sideways smile. "Chad who?" You were playing coy but the truth was that you had hardly given him a passing thought the entire night.

"You pulled it off without a hitch, (Y/N)."

"Easiest thing I've done in my life- thanks to my fantastic partner, of course."

You raved about one another the whole way back, rehashing the evening, not wanting to let it go just yet. Unfortunately, you had to.

"Well, Mr. Tozier, it's been grand but I'm afraid this is my stop."

"Let me walk you to the door." That was just Rich; ever the gentleman.

He walked over to your door, held his hand out, and smiled once you stood before him. You took his arm and made your way to the door, thankful for once in your life for how much of a pain in the ass it could be to get to your apartment.

At last, you were at the door. The clock was ticking, the spell was breaking, and in spite of your dress, your professionally styled hair, and all of the makeup, you were starting to feel increasingly like your true self. "Thanks for doing this, Richie. It really means the world."

He smiled softly. "Nothing I would have rather done, dollface." You smiled up at him before yawning in spite of yourself. He laughed. "Go get some sleep, (Y/N)."

"You too, Richie."

He leaned in and placed a soft kiss onto your cheek. "I'll see you at work, baby." You thought he sounded as if he were talking to a child.

"Drive safe, Rich. And thanks again," you said before letting yourself in, not looking back for fear that Richie would see your heart all over your face.

The clock had run out, the coach had turned back into a pumpkin, Rich Tozier was just your older, wittier, more charismatic and successful friend and co-worker, and you? You were just you again, in your pajamas, sensational red dress discarded in the corner. Face bare. Eyes round and innocent. Lips returned to their natural shade. Bye bye, smokeshow, you thought.

You brushed your teeth, pulled your still styled hair into a messy bun at the back of your head, and climbed into bed. The sultry scent of your perfume still hung in the air. You knew it would be back to reality come Monday but, for now, you allowed yourself to drift to sleep on a cloud.

@caitlin-la @princessvulpecula13 @campcampie @itstheamandashow

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lovova · 6 years ago

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The Fallen’s Motive

Yo, so, I'm going to start this by saying that, obviously, the below theory is wrong. It's the sort of thing you think of when you're thinking about a game for waaaaay too long. Toby is a triumph when it comes to game design and integrating it into lore, but I thoroughly believe that the Fallen Child is at best a metaphor on video game cruelty potential or at worst some in-narrative dude who wants your soul for evils.

With that cleared up, I have an...alternative character interpretation. For what happens at the end of Genocide.

A ‘for funsies’ theory. Don’t take it too seriously ;) I just thought it was cool.

Okay. So...

First of all, we have to go in with the mindset that Undertale, ultimately, doesn't want to be played.

Like, if the game itself was an entity, and all the characters inside of it were just aspects of that entity, Undertale would be screaming 'STOP TOUCHING ME' at us pretty much all the time. This is understandable, as with the lone exception of True Pacifist, pretty much every time we interact with its characters, we make their lives considerably worst. Even in the BEST neutral ending we can get, we've left the Underground and its people -literally- suicidely depressed, if the fandoms interpretation of 'Falling Down' is correct. If you take away the True Pacifist ending, everyone inside of the game is one hundred percent better off without us ever actually playing it.

So.

With this in mind, lets look at the situation Undertale, as an entity, finds itself in. We've turned the thing on. We've already started, and by god, 90% of the players are GOING to finish it. Okay. So the game gives you every reason in the world to eventually pick the True Pacifist ending (the ONLY ending where ANYONE is happy. As I said, there is no long lasting happiness in any nuetral ending. The underground is doomed the second they lose those six souls, along with the only authority figure both capable of and willing to harvest them. Its TRUE PACIFIST or BUST.). True Pacifist is easily the most fun, with the most content, and is arguably EASIER then every other ending (once your permanently on the true pacifist route, it is impossible to lose, after all). The game WANTS the true pacifist ending, and is willing to hand everything to you to get it.

Ah, but...DETERMINATION.

I don't want to go into the 'morality' of the genocide run. A game is a game and fiction is fiction, and its only when you forget or blur that does a majority of our real world, actual problems occur. So much true, lethal suffering over compelling narratives...but I digress. Regardless of any real world implications, it can be agreed by pretty much everyone that if Undertale itself is viewed as an entity fighting for the happiness of its characters, then it does NOT want us to play Genocide. It puts up SO MANY FUCKING ROADBLOCKS.

Need to hit that number of kills to move onto the next area? Good luck, random encounters just became WAY MORE RARE. Want to entertain yourself while doing it? Better have some background music somewhere, because Undertale is taking away its soundtrack, a majority of its flavor text, and its puzzles. Are you doing it for more information on the lore? Sure, fine, but you better be ready to wait until the end of the game to get it. The game goes out of its way to make itself not fun to play.

Ah, but....DETERMINATION.

So, your gonna keep going? Fine. Thats where the boss monsters come in.

(if you're thinking this is a little long for a character analysis theory, please bear with me. I genuinely feel like the information I'm putting forward is necessary to understand the theory. I don’t mean to waste anyone’s time.)

There are three 'stages', when it comes to boss monsters and Undertales attempts to stop you from ending on a Genocide run (did you catch the vocab word for the day in that sentence? It’s important. Don’t worry, I'll fill you in later): they go as follows: Regret. Rage. Trick.

Regret: the first two boss monsters, (as in monsters who are bosses, not race types) are the two characters in the game that the softest of players would most wringe their hands over killing. Toriel is Goatmom, and like any mom, holy SHIT does that woman know how to guilt trip you, even to her very last breath. But lets be honest, most of us killed her by accident already once before. You'll move on. Specifically you'll move on past her, ready to face the run, but then, hahahaha, FUCKING PAPYRUS. Papyrus is when you really make the choice to do it, because unlike every monster that came before him, where you might have desensitized yourself by killing them by accident anyway, you cannot kill Paps by accident. Even in neutral runs, you get that health bar low enough, and Paps will ask you for mercy by sparing you before he can die. It is ALWAYS a choice to kill Papyrus. And because of that, his death might fill you with more regret then any other. Because unlike every other character, theres no real good way to justify it.

But ya kill him too. So, onto stage 2.

Stage 2 is Undyne and Sans. What? Did you think Sans was stage three? Nah dude. (btw, Muffet and Mettaton arent really a part of the stages when it comes to Genocide, because while they're great characters, neither of them inspire the same regret or the same rage as Undyne and Sans) Do I even have to explain it? Even if you havnt played the Genocide run yourself, chances are you've watched someone do it: Both the Heroine and the Judge are MASSIVELY difficult to beat (Undynes attempts at killing you are often forgotten when in reference to Genocide due to the sheer nightmare Sans was to beat, but there is no doubt in my mind that plenty of players quit once they tried to take on Undyne. She is HARD). The only real difference between Undyne and Sans is that Undyne, as a character, thinks it possible to win, and Sans, as a character, knows that a rage-quit is the true goal of his fight. Either way, both fights were designed to compel you to stop.

Ah, but...well, you know.

You move on.

So...what's the third?

Ha.

Haha.

Think about it.

I mean, really, really think about it. From a character perception. From the games perception. Take away the metaphor. Take away the soul thing. What, exactly, did this character accomplish, in regards to us?

This bitch.

This FUCKING ASSHOLE...

They turned off our game.

That was their first step. They made it allll blank. You don't wanna play nice? Fine. You don't get to play. Theres no more content. Quit.

QUIT.

But ya don’t quit.

See, cause thats not the trick though. Anyone who got through the genocide run isn't a quitter. The game knows that. The Fallen knows that.

So, wait ten minutes and...oh?

Do you want more content? My oh so DETERMINED player? Would you like to see the true, TRUE end?

My goodness =) alright then. But if you want to see it, if you REALLY wanna see the FINAL bit of content the game has to offer you, DETERMINED player...

...Do you see it now?

Do you get it?

(Do you remember todays vocab word? The vocab word is 'ending'. As in the final stop if you're really, really riding this ride all the way down.)

YOU GO BACK AND GIVE THE CHARACTERS THEIR DAMN TRUE PACIFIST ENDING.

Ha.

The Fallen child puts you in a situation where, more or less, the game gets what it wants. At worst, it wants you to stop playing. To leave it alone. But if you're the type of player that will sit and let the game blankly play for ten minutes, relentlessly DETERMINED even when NOTHING is there? Oh. Okay. If you really, REALLY wanna the last possible bit, best go do that True Pacifist ending again. Its the oooonnnnly way =)

The trick is stage three, and that stage uses your DETERMINATION against you. It knows that you really only want one thing (to see every interesting ending) and it dangles that desire in front of you like a carrot. And if you fall for that trick?

Then everyone is saved.

The underground goes free! The game stops being played! The player is satisfied!

The fallen child has saved the day!

Hurray!

“But Lovova!” You probably shout. “Thats not the best ending!! Everyone isn’t happy! The Fallen goes on to kill everyone! “

oh?

do they?

W H E R E!?

S H OW M E T H E B L O O D. P R E S E N T T H E D U S T. L E T S S E E T H E B O D I E S.

P R O V E I T.

What? You can't? You just saw scary red eyes and a messed up photograph?

Ha. Haha.

S U C K E R =)

#Undertale #Theory #Spoilers #Fallen Child

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How To Be On Top Of Your Game At Work

Most of us can probably picture one of those great days at work when we’re at the top of our game: we’re bubbling over with ideas, can handle any problem and even get along with that one especially surly coworker. Of course, not every day can be as smooth sailing as this. But if you follow the advice offered here, you can turn almost every day into at least a good day; you’ll feel good about yourself because you get things done, focus without too much effort and bravely withstand the urge to procrastinate. You will learn

How to get a lot done in the day,

Manage workload and beat procrastination,

Surround yourself with pleasant relationship

Address decision systematically by using thinking routines,

Give great presentations and

Deal with challenging situation at woork

If you feel concerned that you have completely wasted your day or you are not getting a lot done before the day runs out , here are a few tips to help minimize that feeling

First, clearly set out your intentions for each day and try to eliminate any activities you know tend to distract you from achieving them. Instead of turning to distracting habits like checking news websites whenever you feel overwhelmed with your daily tasks, increase productivity by identifying what those distracting habits are for you and put extra focus on avoiding them. Keep your sights on the day’s goals

Second, frame your goals in positive language. Goals framed positively can also be called approach goals – that is, goals that state the positive outcome you’re hoping to achieve, such as “make my product irresistible.” The contrast to this would be an avoidance goal, like “stop losing customers.” There is research to back up the benefits of this strategy: a 1997 study found that students using approach goals improved their performance, whereas the opposite was true for those using avoidance goals.

Third, make a when-then plan to prepare for obstacles that could come between you and your goals. For example, say you decided to start a consulting firm and you are naturally not an early bird. Since you don’t have a boss expecting you at work at nine in the morning, you can be tempted to sleep in and while away the morning. You can commit to a when-then plan to overcome this obstacle: when I wake up, first I’ll take a short walk, then I’ll check my e-mails. This little rule will help you get out of bed and face each day in a good mood.

Another way to be on game at work is to manage overload, beat procrastination and stay focused by making a plan and scheduling enough breaks. Crammed calendars and full to-do lists at work make it easy to feel overwhelmed. Let’s look at some of the ways to deal with these situations.

First, the physical: lean back on a couch, exercise ball or even your office chair for a few minutes and focus on your breath until you’ve calmed down enough to think clearly. Then, to order your chaos into manageable chunks, make a plan and decide where to start. First, write down everything you need to do in the next few days or weeks. Mark the most important tasks and take one step toward completing that task today, no matter how small it is.

Let’s take Crystal as a case study. Crystal was an attorney who wanted to run for a post in her company, which self-elects rather than appoints managers. However, the task of “start election prep” always felt too daunting. The enormity of those three words gave her anxiety, so she kept avoiding the task and procrastinating. What eventually worked for her was splitting the task into smaller steps, breaking it down into something like, “have a talk with my boss about my idea.” Once she’d split up the big task into small, manageable steps, “election prep” became much less overwhelming and she was able to tackle it.

Another essential prerequisite for focus is scheduling breaks at least every hour and a half. Focus inevitably wavers throughout the day and needs to be recharged periodically. Over the course of 90 minutes, our brains go from highly focused to scatterbrained, which is why we end up doodling or playing on our phone if we’re forced to concentrate for longer. When famed psychologist K. Anders Ericsson studied people at the top of their fields, like world-class violinists, athletes and chess players, he found that they also practiced in blocks of 90 minutes or less, with short breaks in between.

Surround yourself with pleasant relationships by building rapport with the people you meet and resolving tensions directly. Getting along with the people around you is essential for getting the best out of your day. Here’s how to kick-start those relationships!

First, build rapport when you interact with someone at work. Don’t just awkwardly slip by them in the office kitchen when you’re both reaching for a mug – engage them and ask open questions like, “how are you spending your holidays?”

Find commonalities or shared areas of interest by showing a genuine curiosity in your coworkers, as well any other people you meet. Creating this sense of connection is important because it creates a culture of trust and collaboration in the workplace. Highlighting shared interests is also important when looking for work, as employers are more likely to hire people they share similarities with.

Let’s take a look at a study conducted by sociologist Lauren Rivera from Northwestern University, where she asked recruiting managers about their most recent hires. She found that 74 percent admitted feeling some similarities with their new hires, whether it was based on a shared interest in sports, technology or something else. This indicates that managers prefer to hire and be around people with whom they share commonalities.

To have a great day, it’s also important to address and resolve any tensions with coworkers, as they can really sap your enthusiasm. The best way to go about this is to openly explain to your coworker what you’re feeling and why in a polite but firm manner.

For example, let’s take Jeff, a real estate advisor who was annoyed with a client who kept promising him specific assignments but rarely followed through with them when the time came. Instead of reproaching his client or bottling up his frustration, Jeff was up-front and communicated how he felt: “I’m confused because I received positive feedback from you, but didn’t get the project. Would you mind telling me what you were dissatisfied with and what I can do better next time?” This approach helped his client understand him without feeling attacked and getting defensive, and they ended up having an in-depth discussion about what the client was looking for.

Another way to be top on top of your game at work is to address decisions systematically by using thinking routines and breaking down complex problems into an issue tree.The next time you feel overwhelmed because you are struggling to make difficult decisions, try the following simple steps:

First, develop a versatile routine that helps you reach sound decisions in all manner of situations. The routine might be as simple as asking yourself a set of questions like, “what are the alternatives and potential disadvantages to this choice?” or “what would the worst-case scenario be, and what are some of my options if that happens?”

Peggy is an advertising art director who developed a routine that works for her. Her trick is to always invite colleagues to give her feedback about her current work. While she doesn’t agree with them all the time, their input often helps her catch potential problems in her campaigns, thereby improving her decisions. Remember, good advice can come from anyone, not just experts. Peggy once received valuable feedback from someone in customer support about an air freshener campaign. The support representative had on-the-ground knowledge suggesting that customers didn’t understand the visuals of the campaign, and Peggy was able to adjust accordingly.

Another tip for optimizing your problem-solving skills is to break down a complex problem with an issue tree. Start by jotting down the key issue – let’s say your business is doing poorly, which might make your central question, “how can I increase profits?” That question is now the trunk of the tree. Now, write down the two possible options that form the branches of the tree, in this case increasing revenues or reducing costs. Then, think of concrete actions that would help you realize those options; for instance, you could dismiss employees to decrease costs, or launch a new product to increase revenue. These suggestions make up more branches of the issue tree, until eventually you’ll have systematically mapped out many potential next actions you can take to tackle your problem.

A bad presentation can throw you off your game. To get your message across, involve your audience and make your presentation memorable. Have you ever been giving a presentation, only to look around and see that most of the audience wasn’t actually listening? To avoid this in the future, just follow these simple techniques.

First, remember that your audience will be much more receptive if you involve them and make them feel as if they’re choosing what to learn.

For instance, Emma organizes training programs covering new pedagogical techniques for teachers. In the past, it was hard to get any of the participants to deviate from their own, entrenched methods, thus making it difficult to get anyone to actively listen during the training session. So Emma tried a new type of meeting, in which ten teachers each presented their own methods at different stations around the table. Participants were then free to walk around and stop by the stations they were interested in. Emma’s strategy gave the teachers more agency in terms of what to learn, which in turn made them much more enthusiastic about the training.

Second, make your presentation interesting by incorporating videos or posters that will keep the audience on their toes. Make sure to utilize a whiteboard if there is one; people will internalize much more of your message if you draw and write in real time, rather than just using prepared slides. An experiment at Stanford University showed that people will recall nine percent more of a chart’s content if they see how it comes together as it is drawn, rather than just seeing the completed chart on a slide.

And throughout it all, make sure to use short and simple sentences in a fluid manner to hold your audience’s attention and emphasize why your audience should care about what you’re telling them.

How you deal with challenging situations at work will determine how great your day will be. It’s Monday, you’re tired and longing for the weekend already – but you’ve got a meeting with a dissatisfied customer first thing in the morning. What do you do?

First, keep your cool by taking some distance from the situation. Imagine it’s not you but a friend who has to face the client. What advice would you give? You can take this even further by talking to yourself in the second person to gain a more distant perspective.

Next, think of a past situation you handled well and ask yourself what resources helped you then. Maybe it was your wit, fearlessness or supportive friends, all of which can probably help you through the present situation, too!

Let’s take Jacquie, a college PR officer, as an example. Once, an earthquake cut off her college’s power and water supplies. But instead of seeing it as a disaster, Jacqui spun the earthquake into a positive PR story for the school. The school still managed to hold a graduation ceremony amidst destroyed buildings, a story that the national media covered as a success story of perseverance and community – thanks in large part to Jacqui’s attitude and skills in dealing with the media.Thinking back to how she managed that situation continues to make Jacquie feel like she can handle anything.

Turning to positive thoughts in challenging times is another surefire way to inject some energy and cheer into your day. Try out these tricks next time you’re in a tough situation. Start by identifying the mental, physical and temporal patterns and triggers that affect the ebb and flow of your energy. Maybe, for example, you always feel lethargic after lunch. Then, find ways to boost your energy during the energy lows. Maybe it’s getting up to make a cup of tea, having a five-minute chat with a coworker or taking a walk around the block.

You can even try a gratitude exercise: think of three things that happened to you today that you’re grateful for, even if it’s just a small thing like remembering your umbrella – or forgetting it, and running like a little kid through the rain! Even small thoughts like this can make a big difference.

#great day #top of your game

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