#ill admit im not a saint either

[dungbeatposse]

you ever feel like your morals don’t align with your peers so you feel distant from them

because yeah, having friends is great but there’s no community anywhere you go?

i’ve been thinking a lot

[squirrelstone]

Whoever is in charge of coding the Panda Express group ordering and contact us pages deserves to be shot

[megalony]

Like Father, Like Son- Part 6

I know it takes me a while to update but I am happy to post this part of my Henry Cavill series which has gotten so many comments and lovely feedback so thank you all. I hope you like it.

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A sliver of fear started to creep up from the base of (Y/n)'s spine as her eyes diverted around her to see who was about. She knew it was highly unlikely that there would be anyone here in this shop that she actually knew but she couldn't help but look around anyway. It was more likely that all of these people here knew her considering she was married to one of Hollywood's up and coming actors.

She didn't know if it would be worse or not to have someone around that knew her. If they saw the panic in her eyes and noticed the struggle she was feeling then that would either be embarrassing or cause problems later.

She was out with all five of her kids and it was clear that there was something unsettling her. But as long as no one realised that it was her eldest that was panicking her then everything would be fine.

"Ive got a headache!" Charlie started to rub at his eyes until he was practically scratching all the skin around them but the way his lips tightened and the small muscles around his jaw popped out made (Y/n) shiver.

All she wanted to do was cry.

How could her own son frighten her like this? He was her first baby, he was her little boy, he had always had an attachment to her. He wanted her to sit with him when he felt ill, he made her pictures and crafts and wanted her to see him when he was winning sports days at school. He wanted to show her all his achievements and make her proud of him.

But at the same time he seemed to only want to take his frustrations out on her. When something went wrong he would shout at (Y/n), he wanted her to fix it but if she couldn't then she would be subjected to his rage.

"It's because of your medicine baby, come on we're going home now anyway."

(Y/n) needed to get all of them home, Peter had kicked off a storm already because his eyes were still hurting even though he'd finished his prescribed drops now. Charlie was running round with a face like a zombie and every little reflex or move he made had (Y/n) jumping back in fright.

She had begged Henry on the phone to come home, she didn't want to be left alone with Charlie, let alone with all the kids with her. What if something happened? She couldn't risk all their kids being scarred and frightened another time around. Nor could she cope with Charlie on her own anymore and that hurt her to admit to Henry but if she told anyone else they would tell and she couldn't have that.

Social services would make things worse, she knew that she knew how they worked and what they did to try to help which hardly ever worked.

"Well I'm not taking them anymore then."

Rolling her eyes, (Y/n) looked at her other four children, checking they were all okay as their little group started walking towards the exit of the shop.

She hadn't wanted to bring all the kids shopping but they needed food, toilet roll and other essentials and it was easier to go today other than tomorrow. (Y/n) had Briar and Angel sitting in the seats in the trolley with them both almost falling asleep. And Charlie, Harvey and Peter were walking beside her.

"Yes you will now come on we're going home."

Reaching her hand out, (Y/n) placed her palm on Charlie's shoulder to make sure he wouldn't stop and have a tantrum right in the middle of the shop. When he had done that before it was usually when she was on her own with him and that was easier because (Y/n) didn't have to worry about the rest of the kids being frightened or acting up too. Right now she couldn't take it.

"I don't want to I feel shit-"

"Then stay here." (Y/n) spoke quietly but the narrowed eyes, the tightly pressed lips and the way she pulled away from Charlie so quickly showed she wasn't messing around.

The moment (Y/n) pushed the trolley with Harvey and Peter following at her sides Charlie hurried to catch them up. As much as he would have sat down and thrown a tantrum he didn't want to be left if (Y/n) really was going to walk away.

"Hold onto the trolley boys." Both Harvey and Peter grabbed the trolley with one hand and (Y/n) kept her eyes on Charlie as they all headed out the shop and crossed the road, making their way over to the dark navy blue car that belonged to (Y/n). "Right, pack the car up for me please."

Reaching out, (Y/n) gently scooped Briar up out of the trolley seat, smiling as she felt a flutter in her chest with her baby in her arms. She loved the way he tucked his face into the crook of her neck and he was at a stage where everything was funny so his giggle lit up her soul when she felt down. Seeing Henry with their kids always made (Y/n) smile and it made her happy to think about the baby she was carrying.

(Y/n) turned her head to check the boys were helping pack up the boot before she opened the door and gently settled Briar into his car seat. She knew that the drive home would settle him right off to sleep and would probably do the same to Angel since she was tired.

"Charlie, can you help pack the car please?" (Y/n) pointed out to the trolley that only Harvey and Peter were unloading as the eldest boy leaned against the side of the car. His eyes looking down at the road beneath his feet with his brows rose and a blank expression on his face.

With a sigh, (Y/n) scooped up Angel and settled her on her hip before she motioned for Harvey to come over to her.

"Pete, get buckled in the car baby, you've done enough. Harvey, you can get in the front with me."

She watched her boys nod and hurry to get in the car, Peter scurrying to climb behind Briar's seat so he was in the far back of the car in front of the boot. There were three rows of seats in the car with two seats in each row, two in the front for the driver and passenger, two in the middle where Briar and Angel's car seats were, and then two right in the back.

(Y/n) rose her brow when she caught Charlie's eye, seeing his face fall into annoyance and shock since he was normally always sat in the front with her. But (Y/n) didn't want him in the front, she wanted him right at the back of the car so he couldn't hit any of the controls, the steering wheel or the gear stick in the front if he had a tantrum. Nor did she want him near her in case he decided to hit her whilst she was driving.

"Pack the boot."

"No."

"Pack the boot now or when we get home you can start tidying the house instead so pick one." (Y/n) placed her hands on her hips as her head cocked to the side, waiting for a response even though she was past the point of caring now.

"No. I don't wanna go home, I wanna be out when's dad coming home?"

"Charlie you've got a headache and you're tired so pack the boot then you can go rest in bed when we get home."

"I don't want to rest or be tired I want to go out and play or go out with dad." Charlie stomped his foot down on the floor but his expression gave away how he really felt.

His eyes were half lidded because he had a headache and he was tired and his shoulders were slumping even though he was trying to buck himself up and wake up and feel as energetic as he usually did. The doctor had started him on some medication to calm down his temper and control his mood swings and had referred them for some assessments in case he had ADHD or autism or something of the kind.

The tablets were calming him down so he was less abrasive than usual but they were making him tired which was a side effect that wouldn't last much longer. But he didn't like it, they made him restless and wake during the night and they made him tired during the day which he wasn't used to. Being told the effects would wear off the longer he was on the tablets didn't seem to make any difference to Charlie because he didn't like waiting.

"Then pack the car and when he gets back I'll tell him to take you somewhere with the boys-"

"No! Just me and dad, it's not fair I don't like it!"

Spinning round on his heels with the little energy he had, Charlie kicked his foot out and banged his shoe into the bottom of the car near the wheel. Then he flung his hand round and hit his fist into the break light of the car. If he had more strength in him he would have easily broken the light and (Y/n) was thankful he was tired but he was still going to hurt himself doing this.

"Charlie just get in the car. Please." (Y/n)'s eyes cast around her, noticing just one or two people looking but it wasn't strange to see kids having behaviours at shops, especially like this when they were playing up. As long as no one came over to them then it would be alright.

Reaching over, (Y/n) grabbed his wrist to stop him from hurting himself again but she wasn't expecting him to suddenly reach out and grab her own wrist with his other hand. A gasp escaped her lips when Charlie's nails scratched into her skin and dragged down from her wrist to her arm as he ripped her hand roughly from him before he threw her arm back at her.

"Get in the car baby."

(Y/n) could feel tears welling in her eyes as she tried again to grab Charlie's wrists. She turned him so his back was to her chest and stomach before she pushed him quickly to try and get him to the door of the car so she could shove him in.

"No! Get off. Bitch. Fuck off. Shit. Off me now!" The string of words leaving his lips was so strange. It was like Charlie didn't know what he was saying, he was spluttering random words that were coming to his mind without thinking about it. But the more he repeated them, the more he flung his arms out and scraped his heels against the floor to fight against her.

This was a different kind of meltdown than Charlie usually had.

"In! In now!" It was so tempting to swear at Charlie right now but (Y/n) knew that wouldn't solve anything. It would only make her feel worse and want to slap him for the way he was acting when she knew that wouldn't be right either.

(Y/n) felt like she couldn't breathe as she gave Charlie a shove, pushing him past Angel's chair and into the back of the car where Peter was strapped in, curling up to be as close to the window as he could so he was out the firing line. (Y/n) struggled to squeeze into the back with her stomach, the pain in her chest fromhaving the fluids drained and the burning in her leg from her scar, but she just about managed it.

She was glad the back windows were tinted so no nosey onlookers could see her practically throw Charlie down into the seat before she bent down and fought with him to strap him into the seat.

"No! Fuck you, get off me!"

Charlie slapped (Y/n)'s hands and tried to scratch her but she was too quick this time, dodging his hands and throwing them back at him when he tried. But she wasn't quick enough and couldn't stop him from slapping her cheek causing her head to snap in Peter's direction.

Both her and Charlie suddenly stopped, their eyes deadlocked as they both reeled at what he had just done.

When (Y/n) raised her hand, Charlie thought he was going to get the same action back at him but his body jumped in the seat when (Y/n) curled her hand into a fist and rammed her fist into the ceiling of the car instead. She repeated the action twice to let the anger boil out of her system before she turned and forcefully pushed her way out of the backseat so she could manoeuvre into the driver's seat instead.

She wanted to hit him!

(Y/n) had never wanted to hit any of her kids before. Sure, Henry had given them the odd hit before on the bum or a clip around the head but that was hardly very often at all. (Y/n) had never wanted to properly hit any of them until now. Even when Charlie stabbed her, all she had wanted to do was hug Henry and have Charlie isolated from the rest of them.

This wasn't right. Why was Charlie being like this? Why was he frightening (Y/n) to the point that when she was alone with him, she wished there were locks on every door in the house so she could lock herself away or lock him in one room and keep him there so they were all safe?

Each child sitting in their seats felt afraid when (Y/n) let out a scream, muffled by how tightly she had her lips pressed together. She didn't want to scare them but she couldn't contain or control herself.

Harvey jumped in his seat when (Y/n)'s phone started to ring in her pocket but his face fell when (Y/n) checked it before handing it to him.

"I-it's your dad, you talk to him."

(Y/n) couldn't talk to Henry, her body and voice were trembling as it was and if she did she would breakdown and wouldn't be able to drive them home and get them all safe and away from the public eye like this.

Her hands were shaking as she pulled out of the parking space, trying to feel as calm as possible so she didn't speed or lose focus as she had all the kids in the car and had to control herself as best as she could to keep all of them safe when she drove.

"Daddy... mummy's driving..." Harvey didn't know what he was supposed to say. Did he tell his dad that Charlie had gone for their mum again and they'd had a fight? Did he stay quiet and wait for (Y/n) to tell him when he got home?

"Buddy, is everything okay? You sound upset, talk to me it's okay."

"Charlie argued with mummy."

"Okay... can you tell me what happened please. I'm guessing you're all in the car with mummy right now."

"He slapped her and mummy's upset." Harvey quickly looked over at (Y/n), wondering if he'd said too much but when she tried to force a smile he knew he hadn't done anything wrong. And since he was whispering down the phone Charlie couldn't kick up a storm because he hadn't heard what was being said.

"I'll be home in a few hours, if anything else happens you or mummy call me, okay? I love you all buddy."

Harvey wasn't stupid, he could hear how Henry's tone of voice changed in an instant and he knew Henry's gruff, tempered voice that happened when his shoulders rose and his chest puffed out like he was about to have a fight.

Something told Harvey a fight would soon happen when his dad came home later.

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"Charlie I don't know how else to tell you or how many times I have to keep telling you that you can't act like this. What else do you want me to do?"

Closing her eyes, (Y/n) bowed her head and covered her face with her hands as she rested her elbows on her knees. What else was she supposed to say to get it through to Charlie that this attitude and this behaviour was going to get him into a lot of trouble in the future. He couldn't keep doing this and thinking that if he did it then things would go his way and that life would work around his behaviours because it wouldn't.

Nor could (Y/n) keep going when this was all she was getting day in and day out. She didn't want to be alone with her own son anymore, she was too afraid of what he was going to do and if he was going to hurt her or her other babies.

Rubbing at her eyes, (Y/n) slowly looked up through her hands as she took a deep breath, waiting for Charlie's response but he wasn't giving her an answer. He was slouched o the blue foam sofa with his arms curled around his chest and his chin tucked down into his chest.

A bolt of worry shot through (Y/n) when Charlie slammed his hand down on the arm of the sofa before he went to get up causing (Y/n) to lean back in her seat.

But the moment he was just about on his feet, he suddenly felt a hand clamping down on his shoulder forcing him back down to the sofa. His body collided down with the soft foam sofa that was designed to be both comfy and easy for Charlie to jump and hit against if he had a meltdown.

He tipped his head back against the back of the sofa and looked up to find Henry towering over him like the angel of death waiting to claim his soul. He could feel a shiver running through him as he looked up at his dad who looked almost like a stranger to him. No matter what Charlie said or did he could never fool himself into believing that he wasn't afraid or worried of his dad. Henry was the one person Charlie always aspired to be, he was someone that Charlie looked up to but he was also someone that could frighten him by doing very little.

"I don't know what to do with you anymore." The bitter tone to Henry's words set both Charlie and (Y/n) on edge as the pair of them watched Henry with eagle eyes. Concentrating as he walked around the back of the sofa and took a seat on the armchair next to where (Y/n) was sitting.

"What?"

"I'm running out of options Charlie, that's what! I don't know what you expect us to do when everything we tell you to do you go and do the exact opposite."

"No I don't-"

"I took you to the gym and boxing with me to try and let off some steam and you decide to come home and use it on your mum. I tell you not to lay a hand on her and you stab her with a kitchen knife! And if that wasn't bad enough, you're going around slapping her in public! No fucking son of mine will go and abuse his mum like that and get away with it so tell me what the fuck I should do to teach you some respect!"

Charlie was taken aback, sinking himself further into the sofa as if he hoped it would swallow him up so he wouldn't have to deal with this conversation or argument anymore.

(Y/n) leaned over to try and take Henry's hand but he was too far gone to interact with any of her soft touches that were trying to calm him down. He didn't want to calm down, he wanted to be riled up, he wanted to shout and scream at Charlie so he understood where Henry was coming from.

They had sent him to the gym, they were taking him to councilling, he was on medication, he had strict routines and activities to try and calm him down but it wasn't working. All Charlie wanted to do was act out and hurt (Y/n) and he thought that he could get away with it when he couldn't. This couldn't carry on because Henry was tearing his hair out worrying that one day he would come home to find (Y/n) battered and bruised with Charlie stood looming over her.

"She is your mum. She's loved you and looked after you all your life and all you can do is abuse her but I'm not doing this anymore. I am not having your mum or your brothers or Angel ring me up crying because you've hurt one of them."

"I don't mean to."

Those few little words were enough to boil over the anger that was building up inside of Henry until his eyes were blazing with fire and he bolted up to his feet. All he could see was red, covering every aspect of his vision and when he looked at his eldest son, all he could see was a bully on the outside. His boy was in there somewhere but Henry couldn't see the boy he had raised, he could only see the boy having meltdowns and attacking the one person Henry had ever loved.

A cry escaped Charlie's lips when Henry seemed to teleport right in front of him and grab the scruff of his jumper, wrenching him up to his feet by the piece of clothing.

"Henry!" (Y/n) pushed herself to her feet and stumbled over to her husband who seemed to have snapped for the first time ever. He was never like this with any of the kids when they did anything wrong but he was at the end of his rope.

Henry didn't know what else he could do to help Charlie or (Y/n) and it was killing him to have these scenes happening again and again. He had to do something.

"That is a lie Charlie. You regret it but don't you dare lie to me and pretend you don't mean it or else you wouldn't do it. I've had enough! Nothing is getting through to you but I sure as Hell need you to listen to me right now."

Henry yanked Charlie closer and leaned down until they were face to face and Charlie got his first taste of Hell. He had to see that this was only the tip of the iceberg and if he did one more thing out of line like this then Henry would unleash all types of ungodly things on him to teach him.

They had tried the nice approach, they had listened to him and tried to amend what was setting him off and making him unhappy but he wasn't working with them. If he actually tried then things would get better but he wasn't and it couldn't carry on like this. Charlie was on his last legs here or else Henry was going to do something drastic to teach him a lesson because he had to protect all of his family.

"Don't touch your mum like that again. I don't care what you try to do to me but you do not do that to your mum, you were damn lucky I didn't do anything to you when you stabbed her because if people found out you would be monitored and the police would know. So it works like this, you go for her again, you will not live in this house with us, I will take you to grandads or I will make this a separate room that you live in on your own. You slap her, I slap you, you punch her I will punch you and if you try and attack her, you will leave."

A cry escaped Charlie's lips before he started to grab and scratch at Henry's arms, repeatedly flinging his arms at Henry to try and get him to let go but Henry didn't budge an inch. He stood still, watching patiently as Charlie screamed and sobbed, kicking his legs out to try and get away but he couldn't go anywhere or do anything. Henry was too strong.

"Stop it! Fuck. Not fair, not fair. Daddy no!"

"No you're not fair! Stop having a tantrum and fucking listen to me." Henry's words roared around the room before he moved his free hand to grab Charlie's jaw in his hand. He had his finger pushing into Charlie's cheek and his thumb gripping his jaw to tilt Charlie's head up so they were looking at each other.

"Henry no let him go." (Y/n) wrapped her arms around Henry's arm but she knew she couldn't stop him or do anything because he was on the war path.

"I don't bring up my boys to abuse their mums so if you are my son you will stop this shit right now. You can have your tantrums and you can do what you want in this room but you do not hurt her because she is the most important person in your life and you will lose her if you keep doing this."

Charlie managed to nod his head the slightest bit before he became motionless, holding into Henry's arm for support rather than to try and hurt him as his chest began to heave.

With a swift motion, Henry leaned Charlie back and let go of him, watching his son flop back onto the sofa like jelly before he curled up and laid down to try and recover and calm down. He had been told how it was going to be and he was going to have to think it over and come to terms with it because that was how it was going to be.

Henry would take him to his parent's house or he would make the crash room into Charlie's little house because it was out the way. It was an extension past the kitchen and dining room. Charlie could be secluded there and go to the downstairs bathroom and the kitchen whilst the rest of them used the rest of the house. He would have minimum contact with them and no contact with his siblings until he learned to behave because Henry wasn't having him around them like this.

Turning on his heels, Henry wrapped his arm around (Y/n)'s waist and slowly guided her out of the room and through into the kitchen but the moment they were in there, (Y/n) buried herself into Henry's chest.

"He won't do it again, I'll get him out of the house if he does to show him."

"Henry I... I'm walking on eggshells around him and I'm his mother. I'm watching his every movement, tempted to lock doors in case he does something."

(Y/n) felt like she had failed because she was Charlie's mother, she was supposed to be doing whatever she could to protect him and look after him and she was. But she couldn't help but fear what she did in case she set Charlie off and he hurt her or the kids. (Y/n) was relieved he had never gone for his siblings in the way he went for her, that was good that he wouldn't take his anger out on them but he was doing it to (Y/n) and that wasn't okay either.

"I'm going to sort it out, sweetheart. I'm not leaving you alone with him right now, he can stay with my mum and dad and I'll make sure I'm home so he can start to get better."

Henry knew what was going through her mind and he knew she had every right to feel like this but he was going to do everything he could to make it better. He was going to make (Y/n) feel safe and help Charlie to curb that temper and learn how to control himself but more than that he wanted Charlie to learn respect.

"Go lie down sweetheart, I'll be up soon." Henry kissed (Y/n)'s temple and rubbed his palm briefly over her stomach before (Y/n) turned and slowly left the kitchen. The day had been long enough and she was more than in need for a lie down.

Rubbing his hand over his face, Henry sighed into his hand as he leaned against the counter. He tried his best to catch his breath and calm himself down, he had to go and check on the kids in a minute because he hadn't seen them yet he came straight home, livid with Charlie.

"I'm sorry, I love you and mum."

Those few words sent a shockwave through Henry and his frame briefly tensed when he felt thin arms slowly and cautiously winding around his middle. Trying to hold him properly but Henry's frame and muscles prevented him. Henry felt himself on the brink of tears when Charlie pressed his face into the middle of his back and he could feel tears soaking into his shirt. He moved his hand and clamped his palm over the back of Charlie's hand, willing the tears to go away.

"We'll sort it out Charlie."

[yesimwriting]

Crossing lines

General Kirigan/the darkling x reader

Summary: This was requested by my friend @vvsdiamond28 who also writes and has a really good kirigan x reader story up right now! The request was basically for a fic in which the reader is out wandering at night and runs into kirigan while he’s in the banya and then they get to talking and some other stuff before he admits to only trusting the reader and giving her his real name. This gets kinda steamy bc of the request and bc the story called for it lol but it’s not full smut bc i decided that it would be better to do that as a part 2 so that i could add some jealousy tension haha

a/n i think im back?? Ive been working on requests a lot and ive really enjoyed writing regularly again. A small side note, after rewatching revenge of the sith im kinda in the mood to try writing an anakin fic 😭 pls he was my OG fictional crush,, so either send help or a request for him or something, Anyways,, back to this fic--ahh i had fun writing it but i still feel awkward writing steamier stuff so be nice!! 

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Those that wander in the night, lost in uneasy thought--there’s probably a lot that can be said about them. But I can’t think of anything to be said about me. Nothing good comes from walking around a place full of powerful and tense people in the middle of the night. It wouldn’t take much effort to interpret my actions as suspicious, and yet I continue forward. I’m an idiot--just because I can’t sleep doesn’t mean I have to wander around campgrounds. My presence is barely tolerated here, I shouldn’t try backstroking in waters I can barely tread. 

But still, I walk, eyes more fixated on the open night sky than anything else. The moon is as full as an overflowing glass, the stars twinkling as if desperate to compete with a light it will never be able to duplicate. I sigh, pressing my lips together. Maybe the stars and I have more in common than I thought. Normally, that would be a good thing. 

Letting out a weary breath, I continue forward, away from the relative safety of the main tents. I’m still on the grounds, I’m approaching the border where the tents of higher ranking officials are. That should make me more nervous, but if anything it almost eases me slightly. 

General Kirigan is not the type to be friendly, and yet our interactions have always been laced with a touch of intimacy I can’t quite explain. We’ve been alone together more and more frequently, and I think that’s how I like him best. It’s strange, but when we’re alone some of his sharpness dulls, leaving space for something I might consider humor or actual personality on anyone else. He probably speaks to many girls like that when they’re alone together--a fact I have to fight to remind myself of--but it’s the closest thing to friendship I have here. Maybe it’s foolish to hold onto that, but I can’t bring myself to release my grip on those sentiments. At least not yet, when the kind moments are still rare and fleeting and no line has been crossed. 

The danger, however, comes from the prospect of not recognizing lines before they’re crossed. Even now, as I walk aimlessly in the night, pacing in hopes of exhausting my thoughts, I’m crossing lines in a much more literal way and even these are ill defined. I must be in new territory now, and even that I can only vaguely recognize because of the strangely humid scent that surrounds this area of the grounds. 

I’m near the banya. I didn’t intend to wander here, but the thought of splashing water on my face is too tempting to pass up on. I move closer, finding a sense of peace in having some direction, even in a small way. 

When the promise of water is only steps away, I begin to regret everything. There’s a figure in the bath. I freeze, ready to attempt to shrink away in hopes of disappearing before I’m caught. This could easily turn extremely awkward even though I technically haven’t done anything. Most people don’t bathe at this hour. Who bathes this late at night? 

I keep my eyes on the individual, trying to make out who they are and how aware they are of their surroundings in the dim light. Pale skin, dark hair--unbelievably attractive torso. My eyes linger there longer than they should. I force my gaze upwards, towards their face as if that can erase my ogling. Embarrassment leaves my face burning--I’m not the ‘ogling’ type, and this person doesn’t even know I’m here. I keep my eyes on them as I step back, taking in unaware features as best I can in the dark. 

I know them--I--Saints, it’s Kirigan. 

Fantastic. Of course he has to be even more impossibly attractive while shirtless and wet. I turn my head upwards sharply, more desperate to not be caught than ever. I would never, ever recover from being caught. Whether he’d tease me or be angry with me, I don’t know. I also don’t know which option I’d prefer. 

I step back again, my gait wider due to my urgency. Snap. The sound of both a twig and my chance of a stealthy escape being shattered. I cringe, craning my neck to the left in a desperate attempt to make it clear that I wasn’t watching him. I take another desperate step, ready to duck behind a nearby tree. Maybe he hasn’t seen me--maybe he’s distracted and assumed that some kind of rabbit or something passed by. He may not actively dislike me, but I’m not sure any semblance of favor he may have for me extends to this situation.

“Y/n.” His tone reveals nothing but his level of certainty. Ignoring him will only make me seem guilty. 

I pause, keeping my gaze off of him. “Yes.” It wasn’t really a question, and yet I still answer it like one. “I was--I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d get some air, and I was walking kind of aimlessly and I ended up here and I didn’t think anyone would be here.” Why do I feel like I’m making this situation worse? “I’m sorry--I’m gonna--I’m going to go now.” This is the kind of embarrassing moment that will come back to me when I’m trying to fall asleep at night. I know it.

“You know the polite thing to do after intruding is to make eye contact.” 

I don’t think my face has ever felt this warm before. At least he doesn’t sound angry, but his voice doesn’t reveal that much. I raise my gaze carefully, turning my head slowly. “I didn’t mean,” I exhale slowly, “It wasn’t my intention to intrude.” 

He straightens slightly at my words, exposing more of his chest. I stay still, eyes trained on his to avoid an accidental lapse. “You could make it up to me by offering conversation.” Kirigan’s tone is deliberate, his words measured and calm. I don’t speak, feeling like I’m being presented a test I don’t understand, but most of our conversations leave me feeling like that. “Only if you’re comfortable.” 

And just like that, I’m backed into a corner. A challenge. To deny him now would be to expose the effect he has on me. My chin raises a fraction of an inch as I take in that assured half-smirk. “Why wouldn’t I be comfortable?” 

Kirigan arches a dark brow, assessing my response. “Then sit,” his voice has not changed, “You want air and I want company.” 

I don’t think anyone that looks as good as he does shirtless has ever had trouble finding company, especially with the smooth way he speaks. Despite this, I step forward to accept his challenge without calling him out on his coyness. Each step is the crossing of another invisible line until I’m near the water’s edge. I make sure to keep my nightgown at a respectable length as I sit down. 

I make a point of extending my legs towards the water while leaning back so that I can’t be easily accused of being a coward. “I feel the need to warn you that I might not make particularly interesting company.”

He angles his head to the side slightly, drawing attention to his jawline and neck. I force my stare to focus on the water. “I’ve never found you uninteresting.” 

There’s something resigned in the way he says this. On instinct, I look up, taking in the slight softening of his features. The release of his usual sternness only adds to his beauty, a fact that I’m already resenting. 

“You may be the only one.” It’s not meant to be a deprecating comment, but I’m not sure my partial laugh softens my bitterness. I hope it does--I’d rather his interest than the interest of my entire unit. 

Kirigan shifts forward, the water moving with him. “Do you think that any coldness you’re experiencing has to do with you?” 

The question has me drawing my eyebrows together. What else could it be? I shrug, “I’ve considered it.” 

He nods once, eyes hardening slightly. “Do you always have trouble sleeping?” 

The personalness of the question shouldn’t surprise me as much as it does. Kirigan seems to only understand boundaries when he’s the one setting them. “Not really.” A partial lie--this time I’m glad I can’t quite bring myself to look at him. “It’s not uncommon for me, but it’s not something I deal with every night.” 

I risk shifting my eyeline when I hear the sound of water moving. Kirigan’s now resting an arm on the rim of the pool, wet skin dangerously close to my ankle and lower calf. “It’s not always easy,” his voice is low now, “Being alone with your thoughts.” 

That’s not the kind of reply I’d expect from him. I blink twice before turning to study his expression. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him seem so tired--so weary and human and in need of something. The line between his eyebrows and the far off quality of his eyes leave me with the strong desire to give whatever it is he needs to him. The urge to reach out, to touch him in hopes of breaking him free from his odd trance leaves my stomach knotted. That line is too clear to cross so recklessly.

I need to chase away the serious atmosphere he’s created. “Is that why you bathe so late at night?” I let myself smile, “To avoid thoughts?” 

“I like the peace of it.” Something akin to amusement touches his words. “And for the record, little dove,” the nickname is pointed and earns him an eyeroll, “The warm water doesn’t exactly chase away thoughts so much as encourages others.” He pauses. “You understand, considering you can barely look at me.”

This is the most embarrassing thing to have ever happened. The suggestive jilt to his words has to be intentional. Damn him. I turn my head, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “I can look at you just fine.” 

“And if I were a Heartrender and could hear your heartbeat your pulse would be normal?” The question is teasing, a small smile pulling at his lips. 

The warmth in my face increases, spreading down my neck. Kirigan’s expression remains smug. “You’re not as funny as you think you are.” 

“No?” He leans forward, angling his head so close to me I can faintly feel the warmth of his breath on my lower calf. “I find myself amusing.” 

At least being around him like this is getting easier. I open my mouth, ready to provide some sarcastic comment I haven’t thought out yet. My mouth clamps shut on instinct when I feel his touch on my ankle. The faint contact quickly grows, his fingers brushing up my ankle and calf, leaving drops of cool water across my skin.

“What are you doing?” That’s a--a fair question, right? I’m not sure, rational thought slipping from me more and more with each passing second. 

“Nothing, really,” his reply is quick. “Nervous?” 

There is no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing. I roll my eyes, fighting against my instinctual fluster. “No,” a full lie, “You’re just getting me wet.” 

“Barely.” When he’s not busy being brooding he’s not much better than an irritating child. He retracts his hand slowly, fingers grazing my skin slowly as he submerges his hand beneath the water. The loss of contact should feel like a victory. It doesn’t. “Y/n,” he shifts closer, back straightening.

There’s an odd seriousness to his demeanor that almost leaves me reeling. “Yes?” 

He beckons me forward. I hesitate, but comply, letting myself shift closer to the water’s edge. Kirgan’s lips part, but no words leave him before he moves his arm, purposefully splashing water over my thighs and bottom of my nightgown. I let out an instinctively annoyed sound. “That is getting you wet.” 

“Kirigan!” My tone is as menacing as I can make it, but he continues to grin. There’s such a lightness to the look I almost forget to be annoyed. Almost. “I should tell the entire Second Army how much of a child you are.” 

My threat does nothing, his smile softening without fading. “They fear me too much for your stories to make a difference.” He says this flatly. “All of them except you.” 

I don’t know if I’m supposed to make something of that comment. A brief moment passes in which I think his eyes come close to softening. Maybe that’s a side effect of seeing the world as you want. Wait...what do I want? Him? No, no, I can’t. 

Okay, he’s objectively attractive and sometimes I think I may see more depth in him than he wants to be capable of. But that doesn’t mean I’m allowed to want anything with him. Even if he was trustworthy enough for me to be with him in any capacity...even casually, it could never happen. Nothing good could come from having relations with the highest ranked general and I doubt he’d ever want me like that. He likes to fluster people and I’m an easy target. I just accept it because being some level of entertainment to him is better than being nothing to everyone. 

“I don’t think there’s much point in fear.” It feels like a fair answer. The fairest answer I can manage, anyways. 

He sighs, the sound heavy. His hand stretches forward cautiously. I watch him and make no attempt to stop him from touching my lower calf. His fingers trace absentmindedly across the skin. “Of course you’d think that.” 

Again, I don’t know what to make of his words. Or his actions. He couldn’t find anything wrong with me just slightly adjusting my position. It’d be a polite way to remind us both of the natural order of things. But then again, someone like him is allowed to be mad about anything. And I’m not sure I want to remind us of our place. 

Actually, I’m completely sure that I want the opposite of that. But admitting that to myself is enough of a risk. I’ve already crossed thousands of tiny lines and what I want will require us to cross a thousand more. 

“I’m a little surprised you’re not reminding me how foolish a notion like that can be.” 

He lets out a tiny breath as he shifts even closer to me. “Maybe I’m enjoying your foolishness.” 

“I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment or the opposite.” 

The slightest hint of a smile is visible to me beneath the moon’s glow. There’s something about darkness that adds beauty to things. I wait for him to reply, but instead of speaking his  hand moves further up my leg. I struggle to hide my reaction to his long fingers trailing up my skin.

He’s touched me before, sure. Tiny moments in which he’d push a strand of hair out of my face or wipe at a bit of dirt on my cheekbone. More recently, he had gripped my hip firmly to guide me through a crowd of soldiers. He had been in a hurry, stealing me from a conversation with the only member of my unit that’s been somewhat friendly to me. It wasn’t serious--he had just been rushing me because he only had a minute between meetings and apparently he had too long of a day to not take a moment to speak with me. 

“Are you alright, Dovey?” Normally, the nickname and all of its variations earns him an eyeroll. But everything is a lot less humorous with his hand half up my lower leg, leaving a trail of cool water wherever he touches. 

His fingers press more firmly into my skin. “Yes, I’m fine--it’s just late.” 

“Hm…” Kirigan breathes before tilting his head slightly. “You’re warm.” I stay silent as his hand shifts slightly. “Perhaps too warm.” 

If I’m hot that has absolutely nothing to do with fever. “I’m fine, General, I promise.” 

“Come closer,” he says, “It’ll take me no time to check.” 

...A little too convenient. My nightgown is still embarrassingly damp from the last time I eased tonight. “Please tell me you don’t find me that naive.” 

“Naive? No.” He lifts his hand slightly. “Warm? Yes.” I still don’t trust him. “I’m not going to do anything. I promise.” 

His eyes are dark and the limited lighting of the moon doesn’t offer me much in my analysis, but what I can see makes him seem genuine. “Why do I feel like that’s not the first time you’ve had to say that?” Despite my comment, I move towards him. 

The back of Kirigan’s palm is pressed to my forehead for less than a second. He brushes his hand down the side of my temple, rotating his wrist so that his fingertips can touch my cheek. His hand then continues to move down my jawline and then my neck...and then finally trails down my collarbone. I bite my tongue to avoid exhaling audibly at the contact. 

“Warm,” he concludes with a tsk, and yet he doesn’t withdraw his hand. “Though that could just have to do with the climate.” His thumb slips beneath the sleeve of my nightgown. “Perhaps you could benefit from joining me.” 

I bite my tongue to avoid letting out a surprised, embarrassingly enthusiastic squeak. I don’t know what’s gotten into him...maybe it’s the night air and the prospect of being fully alone. I should be strong enough to break whatever spell he’s starting to place on me. But I’m not. I’m really, really not. 

He pulls on the sleeve of my nightgown slightly. “I’m…” 

“Unless you’re nervous?” Another damn challenge. To shy away from this would be to expose myself. He tugs on the sleeve a little more assuredly, exposing my shoulder to the humid night. “Do I make you nervous?” 

His voice comes out a shallow rasp. I feel it straight in my core. “...Not more than you should.” 

“More than I should?” 

Ugh--too honest. I let myself get distracted. It shouldn’t be too difficult to explain what I meant. He knows he’s feared. He wants to be feared. “I’m sure we’re both aware that there are a fair amount of cautionary tales revolving around you.” 

His hand falls next to my lap. Oh? I didn’t expect to miss the contact between us so much. His expression seems to have fallen slightly as well. Was it my response to his question? It felt fair and straightforward without being too blunt. “And you believe every cautionary tale you hear?” 

There’s something stiff about the way he asks the question. His moodiness is making me miss his touchiness even more. At least then I didn’t have to feel like I made a mistake. Did I say something wrong? “Should I?”

“It depends on whether or not you plan on being brave.” 

“I told you...I don’t see much point in fear.” 

“And yet you’re still there.” A bit of humor returns to his voice. “Why is that?” 

Rolling my eyes, I shift forward, letting my legs dip into the water. This is as far as I should let this go. I’ve already lost too much more control. “Better?” He’s strangely tense again, a hint of something bitter playing at the smug look he tries for. “You alright?”

“Of course you’d ask me that.” He says this with a tired sigh. “You can never make things easy.” 

“I don’t understand.” 

He shifts backwards slightly. I can feel the distance between us like I’d feel a pebble in my shoe. “Do you believe all the stories about me?” 

Is he still bothered by that? “I didn’t mean it as literally as you’re taking it. All I meant is that people are intimidated by you, but that’s not a bad thing. It’s the way things have to be, you’re the only Shadow Summoner in existence and the army needs you to be intimidating so that they can act on your guidance.”

“The way things have to be,” he echoes, his voice strangely weighted. “There’s a specific kind of loneliness that comes with being feared by everyone.” 

Oh--I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him feel defeated like that. I reach for his hand without thinking, pulling his fingers towards my lap. “I don’t--I’m not scared of you.” It’s a weak attempt to comfort him, but it’s the only one I can think of. “That probably doesn’t mean anything, but I--” 

His hand turns in my lap, squeezing the exposed part of my thigh. “It means something.” Kirigan’s voice has hardened in a different way. “You’re the only person I’m certain of.” 

Everything in me seems to tighten at that. At the implication of something so personal from someone so closed off. “Kirigan, you don’t have to be as alone as you feel. You talk to me all the time and you do so in a way that makes it easy to forget the cautionary tales.” His hand moves further up my thigh. I fight as I try to remember our usual dynamic. “You’re the only one that talks to me like that.” 

“Have you ever considered that maybe the others refuse to take to you because of the favor I’ve shown you? The instinct to stay away from me is strong enough to extend to those around me.” Kirigan’s hand moves higher up my thigh. “To be near me is to involve solitude.” 

“I don’t care.” The answer leaves me too quickly. “Being near you is worth it.” 

He leans closer before resting his chin on my knee with no hesitation. “Careful, you don’t understand the line you tread.” Kirigan places his hand more firmly between my thighs. “Or perhaps you do...perhaps you know what you want to cross.” 

This time I can’t help the airy sigh that leaves me. Kirigan pushes against my thigh slightly, separating my legs. I feel his breath on my inner thigh before I know what’s going on. I can’t move, I can’t think, I can’t even breathe. That inability to do anything but feel my heart pound against my chest only worsens as I feel his lips press into the inside of my thigh. His lips trail up my skin before his teeth gently sink into the top of my thigh. 

“Is the line you want to cross?” He breathes the question so softly I feel like I’m being coddled. Everything in me feels too hot to think of any kind of coherent response. Kirigan uses his free hand to pull the fabric of my nightgown as high up my thighs as he can from his position below me. “Or maybe this is the line you want to cross?” Kirigan pulls me forward so suddenly I let out a tiny gasp. I’m not fully on the edge of the banya. “Or perhaps this one?” He kisses the skin of my inner thigh gently. Each time I exhale too loudly, his teeth graze my skin. He gets harsher with each passing second. “Lay down.” 

My body listens to him on instinct. How is this happening? How am I this powerless to fight against something that’s so clearly wrong? The sound of water shifting causes my entire body to tense. He’s pulled himself out of the water. Kirigan moves above me instantly, water dripping from his toned chest and dark hair and onto my still damp nightgown. 

Before I can speak, he’s on me completely, his lips pressing against my jaw. He kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing against my skin sporadically. He pulls away from me by tracing his tongue across my collar bone. I let out something dangerously close to a moan. “Such pretty, little sounds.” 

“Kirigan--” 

“The only name I want you to hear from your lips is the only name that I’ve not given myself. The only name that holds meaning to me.” 

His lips graze where my skin meets the hem of my now soaked through nightgown. I’m not sure the poor lighting is offering me enough coverage now. There’s no way the thin fabric leaves much to the imagination while being this wet. He kisses up my chest and neck until his lips reach the shell of my ear. 

“Aleksander.” The name is grace in the form of a breath so soft it’s more like I’m feeling the name than actually hearing it. 

He presses his lips against the spot on my neck directly beneath my ear. I exhale into the contact. “Aleksander.” As I test his true name on my tongue, his teeth dig into my skin much more harshly than before. 

I let out a partial squeak at the sudden shift in pace as his hands grip my waist. “Say it again. Say my name again.”

He traces his tongue gingerly over the skin he just aggravated with his teeth before I can speak. The soothing sensation is so much I can barely find my voice. “Aleksander.” 

His hand bunches the bottom of my nightgown, raising the fabric to my hips. “...Say it just like that.” Kirgan’s rough hand slips between the bone of my hip and the fabric of my hip. “Like I’m the only one that knows you like this.”

“Aleksander.” I breathe as he traces invisible patterns into my skin with his lips. “Aleksander.” Each use of his name earns me extra attention--a stronger hold on my hip, a more adamant nip at the base of my neck. I feel my need for him so heavily I swear it’s leaked into my bones. “Aleksander.”

When he pulls away, I fight the urge to whine. The night is still humid, but with the absence of his touch I feel like I’m shivering. He regards me silently for a long moment before shifting his weight again. I feel my heart stall in my chest as his hand softly brushes a strand of hair out of my face. He lets his hand linger there, at the apple of my cheek. The entire world seems to stall as he leans down, his hand cupping the side of my face as his mouth inches closer to mine. 

“I can feel the fluttering of your heart.” 

Any poor defense dies in my throat as his lips meet mine. He gives me no time to think about what’s happening as he presses into me even harder. Kirigan holds my face as his teeth graze against my bottom lip. My mouth opens slightly in surprise, giving him the opportunity he needs to slip his tongue into my mouth. His tongue slowly brushes against mine, coaxing me into total, delirious, compliance. When he starts to pull away, I react, my hands flying forward to grab his hair. He lets me get away with tugging him towards me, prolonging the kiss as he bites my bottom lip. 

One of his hands leaves my face and travels up the hands holding onto his hair. He pulls me off of him easily, pinning both of my wrists above my head with one hand. “Easy,” Kirigan warns, “You’ve been such a good girl, let’s not ruin it before we’ve started.” 

A tiny sigh leaves me. I can feel the pride he takes in that as his hand trails further down my body. His fingers ghost along the hem of my underwear teasingly. 

“Is someone there?” I’ve never damned the voice of a stranger more. 

Panic and dread roll in my stomach. I’m going to get caught like this, with my nightgown bunched at my hips beneath the General Kirigan. An unclothed, wet, General Kirigan. “I’m bathing.” 

Okay...good...Aleksander spoke. Anyone with common sense would run at the thought of invading on Kirgan’s privacy. It’s a good thing that the soldier had the sense to linger behind a thicket of bushes. “Pardon General, but there’s been a crucial development. A new strategy should be thought of as soon as possible.” 

No. No. The thought of losing contact so entirely, of having a moment that should have never happened be ripped from me before it’s even really happened is overwhelming. I feel my lips pull into a pout. Kirigan’s hand adjusts on me, his thumb pressing teasingly over where I’m neediest. I bite my tongue to avoid making an inappropriate noise. 

“Five minutes--I’ll be in the strategy tent in five minutes.” 

“I’ll tell the others, General.”

Great. I hear the stranger disappear, his feet crushing twigs and grass as he leaves us. Aleksander’s attention returns to me quickly. Disappointment swells in my chest as I take in the solemn look that crosses his features. His hand moves to my chin quickly before pulling me into another deep kiss. It’s too short lived. 

“I have to go.” 

Frowning, I lift my hand to trace my fingers up his arm. It’s softer than I should allow myself to be, but it doesn’t really matter anymore. Not when this is probably never going to happen again. “Do you?” I mumble to myself, half joking.

He sighs once, his thumb brushing against my cheek. “No pouting.” 

Now that whatever little bubble we were in has popped, I’m capable of normal feelings. Including shame. “I am n--” 

“Easy, little dove, I’ll remember all of this when I find you again.” 

This...this is going to happen again? “You’re going to find me?” 

“I haven’t yet heard your voice crack on my name as I undo you.” He punctuates the promise with a kiss to my jaw. “Again.” Another kiss. “And again.” Another brush of his lips as he finally pulls away. “And again.” 

My breath catches itself in my throat as he moves off of me entirely. Damn whatever change in the war that’s pulled him away from me so suddenly. I sit up as he stands. I’m not sure where to look now that he’s not in close enough proximity to cloud my thoughts. I should leave as he dresses, but I can’t quite bring myself to. It doesn’t feel safe, not when the man that interrupted us could reappear at any moment. Not when I want to hold onto his presence like this as long as possible. 

 He squeezes my shoulder warmly as he passes before bending down to press one more kiss next to where his hand is. 

“Soon,” he promises again. 

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[bootlickerhawks]

and just like that it's over, it's hard to believe that we won't be seeing these characters again ;w;

impressions for the final episodes (8 to 10) under the cut (it got really long)

- the main trio reunion was soooo Good and I'm glad they made the wait worth it. the animation was top-notch and watching their teamwork made me really giddy, I wish we could have gotten more teamwork but i'll take what i can get :P

- i was Not expecting the twist reveal with Death (or whatever the fuck it is). I knew something was up with the Alchemist that St Germain met, but I really didn't expect the London Vampire (sorry forget his name) to be the big baddie. Hearing the cockney accent on Death felt really off at first but I got used to it after a while.

- The final fight between Trevor and Death was cool af but I do wish there was a bit more buildup abt the significance of the knife. It was pretty obvious that the knife was gonna be important but I do wish its significance (its power and the pact with God) was made a bit clearer before the big reveal. But tbh I realize that's a bit of a nitpick

- The final scene with Lenor and Hector was really good. I never got really attached to either character before but they really shined in this scene. Lenor's death scene was great what can I say im a sucker for death scenes where characters look at the sun as they die

- I really wish we'd gotten a scene with Isaac but I understand why we didn't. I already had a feeling in episode 6 that we wouldn't see him again and ep 6 did such a great job of wrapping up his character arc that I can't say I'm too disappointed.

- On the subject of absent characters I'm surprised we didn't get anything abt Striga and Morana. Lenor barely mentioned them and we really have no idea what they're up to. Tho tbf their little subplot was wrapped up nicely in ep 6 so I understand why the writers chose not to include them, but still I would have liked a little mention or update on their status.

- I was sure that Trevor was alive but I will admit I had a moment of doubt during Alucard and Sypha's conversation lol. I'm just glad that they finished the series together ;w; And I choose to believe that they're all living together as a polycule (Greta included)

- Speaking of Greta! I fucking love her! I wish we'd gotten more but honestly the show did a great job establishing her character and giving her good chemistry with Alucard (which can be rare with m/f ships).

- The final big twist really caught me by surprise! I really did not expect Vlad and Lisa to be resurrected but honestly I'm happy for them and I hope one day they can reunite with Alucard ;w;

- Overall this season was wild and I loved it! My one criticism(?) is that I feel that Saint Germain's character was kinda wasted. His flashback sequence was ill timed imo, it felt really janky to go from Alucard meeting Saint Germain directly into SG's flashback. I'm guessing they wanted to give viewers context for his actions asap but personally I would have preferred a bit of suspense. I think it would have been cool to see SG plotting with the vampires and slowly piecing together his end goal. However, given how fast-paced Castlevania is and how little time they have I understand why they didn't do it. But overall SG didn't feel really compelling this season. Last season he had the allure of mystery but this season he really just came across as a dick (which i guess you could argue was the point).

[dvrkprinces]

&&. ( dimitri valentina ) was just spotted in amsterdam. rumor has it ( he ) is a ( 27 ) year old ( alpha werewolf ) who resembles ( sean o’pry ). ( he ) has been said to be ( intelligent & resilient ) but also quite ( proud & deceitful ). with all the chaos surrounding the magical underworld, he has chosen to align with ( no one / the russian bratva ). ( he ) is currently serving as ( the russian bratva mafia prince ). hopefully the city doesn’t devour them whole.

— ❝ do you know where the wicked go after death?❞

( hi there, kiwi here! this is the official intro for  the pensive, brooding, and darkly sarcastic russian mafia prince, dimitri valentina. i’m excited to see how he fits in with everyone else’s characters and would love to establish connections with him! please let me know if you’d like to plot; i’m available through both the group’s discord and tumblr ims. ♡ )

name: dimitri nikolai valentina

birthplace: saint petersburg, russia

birthday: december 14th | sagittarius

scent: white ginger, basil flower, bergamot, cedar, violet leaves, haiti vetiver, coconut, and hibiscus + ( signature cologne: l’homme - yves saint laurent )

appearance: standing 6′3″ with a chiseled jawline, thick, swept-back black hair, steely eyes, and a fit frame, dimitri valentina is like something directly out of a stoic and classical portrait. dimitri’s beauty is dark and sinister, and that coupled with his brooding personality can make him come across as a deeply sinister and intimidating young man. he prefers to stay clean-shaven and well-groomed.

growing up wealthy, as the son of a mafia family and as a privileged alpha werewolf, dimitri has known luxury and wealth for the entirety of his life. as such, he dresses in the finest clothes, has a fondness for cloaks, pea coats, and gloves, and even his sweaters are designer cashmere. he prefers high end fragrances and watches and loves shades of deep emerald and cranberry paired with black or dark grey pants or accents.

personality: intelligent, resilient, proud, deceitful, haughty, pretentious, cunning, ambitious, stubborn.

biography: dimitri valentina is the middle child of the valentina children, and as such, he has always felt particularly stuck. doomed to fall in the shadows of his strong, intelligent, and ambitious elder brother, viktor, and under the bright-eyed popularity and adoration of his baby sister, tatiana, dimitri felt he was always particularly underwhelming compared to his two siblings. as an adult, dimitri often feels that he has to overcompensate to prove he is not only worthy of his bloodline, but that he is as important as either of his siblings. he was born in saint petersburg, the glittering jewel of russia, to a loving and protective family. the valentinas were mafia royalty, and as such, dimitri was born into a lap of opulence and luxury.

dimitri grew up loved, well-educated, and finely-clothed. as far as material possessions went, he was never in want of anything. as a werewolf in a clan that treasured alpha wolves, as well, he was particularly graced and endowed. but while some, like his brother or his “uncle” ronan weren’t particularly inclined to learn about life outside of russia, dimitri craved the world. a naturally curious and inquisitive child, dimitri had read about the world beyond the motherland in illicit history textbooks and works of fiction. though he was born and raised in russia, dimitri’s high marks in school and family connections got him accepted into study abroad. as a result, his fluency in english is more articulate than that of either of his siblings.

dimitri attended elite private boarding schools growing up, eventually attending cambridge university to double major in history and english literature with a minor in russian language and literature. dimitri has a decided interest in academia, architecture, fashion, and the arts; as he was never intended to become the pakhan of the russian mafia or the pack leader, he allowed viktor to shoulder much of the responsibility that comes with the job, offering his support and opinions as a younger brother.

despite the fact that viktor was raised to take the crown after his father stepped down, dimitri has never resented his brother. on the contrary, viktor and tatiana are his closest friends; tatiana in particular was his nearest and dearest companion growing up, and he wanted to always support and protect her. so when tatiana was taken by the fallen angels and kidnapped, dimitri felt useless and beyond himself. he felt useless and restless without her and, though he would never admit this out loud, partially blames viktor for tatiana being taken. his feelings were irrational and based out of grief and anger, but now that time has cooled and passed, dimitri has to learn to atone with his anger, frustration, and guilt. between grieving sister’s kidnapping and his mother falling ill, dimitri has suppressed a lot of feelings in order to appear as though he is stoic and unfeeling to the trauma that has threatened to tear his family apart.

in a bid to form an alliance with other popular werewolf families and procure a spot of royalty for the valentinas that spread across the entirety of europe, viktor has agreed to a political marriage union between the daughter of another werewolf family on dimitri’s behalf. dimitri does not consent or envision the relationship as being profitable to him; on the contrary, he believes he is being shown off as little more than chattel to be bred and auctioned off. he has no desire to marry, particularly not to a woman he doesn’t even know, but feels that this is the sacrifice his family expects him to pay for viktor taking the responsibilities of a leader.

perhaps what dimitri most strongly opposes in thoughts of marrying against his will is his freedom to rut with whomever she wants. the woman who has become his confidant these long years is one such concern for the alpha wolf. she is indentured to him, a servant meant to serve his family, and dimitri is not entirely sure what his future as a forcibly married man will mean for himself and the life he knew before.

however, as he arrives in amsterdam alongside tatiana’s guardian angel, belen, and the valentinas’ indentured servant, dimitri is determined to win his sister back and escort his family back to russia. with that being said, dimitri has a feeling that any and all opinions he may have regarding his future will be deemed inconsequential. after all, he is just the middle child.

( tldr; dimitri is a brat but loves his family unconditionally )

[chimchimsauce]

Sanctuary (14)

YN is a young girl, bright and ambitious, but due to her busy schedule, she’s been unable to make any real friends. When an ad for Saint Mary’s Sanctuary catches her attention, she never expected her life to be changed by a certain hybrid named Jimin.

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Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

As the months turn from fall into winter, the two people occupying the small apartment grow and change, YN withering away under the pressure having to support two adults brings while Jimin seems to blossom, proud of his achievements and blissful fairy tales playing in his head. 

Today is the day Jimin will finally reveal his master plan, sweep YN off of her feet just like in the movies. He's noticed how tired she's been the last few weeks and can't help but feel at least some guilt about everything. He's taken it upon himself to keep the house tidy, learning how to do the laundry, dishes, sweep and vacuum, and make dinner. YN is always so grateful for his efforts, making sure to give him extra cuddles. Even though he's convinced the washing machine wants to eat him, he'll battle it every day if it means she'll give him that smile he adores, bring his body close to her own. 

Jimin feels an uncomfortable heat come over him as he folds clothes, pulling at his collar slightly. The wolf ignores it, attempting to continue his chore. It's the last thing he had on his to-do list for today, as he's already finished his online university classes and dusted all the furniture. But the uncomfortable feeling continues. When he begins to sweat, he shrugs off his sweater and tosses it onto the bed, rubbing his neck. It doesn't help at all. Jimin continues to feel painfully warm to the point he strips naked and takes an ice cold shower in the middle of winter. It provides no relief and exasperated, the wolf turns off the water, not wanting to run up YN's bill.

YN.

The thought of her brews an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, a coil wrapped too tightly. The heat seems to hone in on his crotch, Jimin nearly doubling over when he accidentally brushes over the area. 

When YN finally comes home, she shrieks, finding a lucid Jimin sprawled shirtless on the kitchen tile, mumbling incoherently. 

“Jimin!” YN tosses her things to the ground, running to him and pulling him into her lap, shaky hands cradling his face, “Jimin,” 

The wolf's eyes open, melted gold shining through.

“YN,” he words are soft, eyes traveling over the girl's face as if he's not convinced she's real.

“What's wrong, Minie? You're absolutely burning up! We need to get you to the doctor,”

Jimin just shakes his head.

“No. No, just stay with me. Let me hold you,” he murmurs, rubbing his face in her hair.

“Jimin, you could be really ill. Let me call Taehyung -”

He growls, frightening her.

“I said no,” he snarls out, pushing up from his position and knocking the poor girl over, draping himself over her, “I need you to help me. It has to be you,”

“Jimin what's gotten into you?”

He doesn't respond, burying his face in her neck. YN tries to move but Jimin whines, a pathetic sounding noise escaping him.

“Please stay. Please. It's so hot,”

It's then when she feels something poking at her thigh, the girl wiggling to escape it. There's a moan, breathy, that escapes Jimin’s open mouth, his eyes flicking up to catch her bewildered gaze.

“Do it again,” 

“What?” The girl asks, breathless; He's squishing her. 

“Please. Touch me,”

“What's gotten into you, Jimin? You're not being yourself,”

“But I am. I'm being more of myself than I have been before. I want you to touch me. I've imagined it so many times. I just wanna show you how much I love you,”

YN is not sure how to process anything that's going on.

“Let's just get you into bed, okay, Jiminie? I'm sure we can figure this out, alright,”

“There's nothing to figure out, YN. I need you to touch me. Now,”

All evening, it's impossible for YN to go anywhere without Jimin following her, whining and saying some things she would have never believed would come out of his mouth. Finally, when he's knocked out, she escapes his needy clutches, fanning herself. He almost got to her, truly, but she knows something is wrong with him.

Standing out in the freezing cold, both to calm down and to prevent Jimin from hearing her, she dials Taehyung’s number. 

“Hello?” He asks, sounding very cheery. 

“Tae,” she says, teeth chattering, “I need your help. Something’s wrong with Jimin,”

“What? What's going on?” He asks, sounding concerned.

“He's been really clingy, literally climbing onto me. And saying some . . . things. Really erotic things, oh my God. He's burning up,”

Tae is silent for a moment. 

“Is he not neutered?” A pause. 

“Is he not what??”

“Shit, YN, this is bad,”

“What's bad? What's going on? What's wrong with him?”

“He's in heat,”

“Like a dog? What?”

“Um,” he says, some rustling in the background, “Usually, hybrids don't go into heat. Like ever. Back when he was at Saint Mary's, he said he never went into heat, this shouldn't be happening. Let me do some research,”

“What do I do now?”

“That's up to you. But either he gets help, or this lasts for three weeks or so. I’ll call you in the morning and tell you what I found but be careful. He's a wolf right now, all the way”

“YN! BABY? WHERE ARE YOU?” YN hears Jimin shout from inside.

He must have woken up. 

It's gonna be a long night.

When she returns to the frightened looking wolf, his face instantly relaxes, the man gathering her into his arms.

“Don't disappear like that. You scared me,” he says, cuddling her close, “And you're so cold,”

For a moment, YN allows herself to melt into his embrace, his usual caring self shining through at the moment. 

“I'm okay, Minie. I really am. I should be worried about you, not the other way around,”

He follows closely behind her as she walks back into their bedroom, the man dragging her down onto the sheets. 

“Don't worry, Jimin, I'll help you,”

His eyes open wide like saucers before they narrow, an air of arrogance surrounding him. He grins at the girl, fingers finding her hips.

“No, I mean, get you help. I'll get you help, Minie,” YN says, ignoring the tingle in her stomach and pushing his hands away.

“You're the only one who can help me,” He says, hands pressing into her thighs.

“Tae told me what's going on with you, sweetheart. I know you can't help what you're feeling or saying right now,” she says, refusing to meet his golden eyes, “First thing in the morning, we'll get you whatever you need. You just have to make it through the night, okay?”

He's not listening to her, not at all.

“Please? It hurts. So much, everything hurts, YN please help me. Please,”

She wants to crumble. She really does.  A small part of her, a part she doesn't like to admit she has, wishes that this was genuine, that Jimin really did feel the way he did, that he was her boyfriend, not just someone she's giving asylum. It's the way he treats her. Kindly, warmly, lovingly. Every day she comes home, Jimin is waiting at home with cuddles, asking about her day. And him, himself. Jimin is such a bright, sweet, and smart person. She really couldn't help crushing on him.

But that's just the way he is. 

So she won't touch him, no matter how much she wants to. She doesn't want to cross any permanent lines, hurt herself or hurt Jimin. 

When it's clear her words aren't getting through to him, she captures his hands together, bounding them together with the scarf she's wearing.

“This is kinky,”

“No, this is me making sure you don't do something you'll regret,”

He looks up at her, some foreign feeling dancing in his eyes.

Effortlessly, he undoes the shoddy knot, grasping her hands and squeezing gently.

“I won’t regret anything, baby. I'll help you too. I swear,”

“I don't need help, Jimin. Let's just go to sleep, okay? Just sleep,”

“Can I cuddle you? Please? At least this much,”

Wordlessly, she allows her wolf to gather her in his arms, ignoring the way he has her butt planted firmly against him, his warmth rendering a blanket unnecessary.

Chapter Fifteen

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

There was this little boy. He was so so so bad.

Oh he was bad in the boys bunker.

Saint Luches complained to me he wanted to ring his little neck but he was too cute. But he was just smashing shit up all the time, making a mess and being disrespectful.

I went down i saw what he did and i said "oh he ain't too bad, put him in the girl's bunker"

"Are you kidding me? They'll all be dead by morning! Lets take him home with me. Ill whip him into shape"

"Oh i get to be a girl" oh he was a smart ass!! Oh he was gonna need a good fixing before he got too old.

"Oh I see why you wanna take him home. Hes kinda funny. It's been bored around the house kind of late"

"I know. Sex and food. Sex and food. I need something more substantial"

"Oh it's been great. I've loved it i must admit. But i love you and I might just love you, too, huh little girl?"

"Sex and food" he was tossing his head and mocking while i talked. I thought maybe he wasn't listening then he jumped and turned to face us "IM A BOY!" scared me He looked like he could kill me

"Oh i didn't know. Lets go. Keep on walking. Were almost there. Not too long now"

"Ima girl. Ima swish my hair" he tossed his shoulders and smoothed his hair down. But he twisted up his face all angry and did it. Which made it hilarious.

I tried to stifle a giggle.

He jumped in front of us again. We were both smiling this time, not worried about the future or the child between us.

"Alright let's go" he got between us and grabbed our arms and pulled us along fast. Boy walked fast for as tiny as he was.

Saint Luches looked at me wide eyes like OMG "these mood swings on this one What a wild one!!"

"Come on let's go" he chomped out at his throat

"Ohhhhh he's a cartoon"

"GI JOE, yep i hear it. Unfortunately he's the bad guy"

I Bent over at my waist "is that GI JOE, little one?"

"Come on let's go" he used the same gruff voice "what's this thing called?"

"An elevator"

"How did you know what he was asking about, babe?"

"He was looking up at the numbers"

"14th floor" said our little unknown soldier.

"Oh he's good. He knows what an elevator is used for. I wonder what his name is"

"My name's not Joe but you can call me Joe" he barged into our apartment with us.

"Oh this is gonna be fun!!" I wheeed myself in "you can put your coat here by the door"

"He leaves it on" saint Luches turned to tell me "wait wha???" He stopped and looked in wonder and amazement as the kid took off his coat

"Here you can put it on the hook up there. Im too short." Said the gruff boy "I always put it on when you get there because you take us outside you dummy dipshit"

"Woaaaah!! I love this kid already!! Hes so smart and kind! Totally gracious, too"

Saint Luches rubbed his face in agony like what the Hell did I do to my perfect life?!?!

"Dont worry, you're beautiful" I touched his arm as I passed from the foyer into the living room where he awaited for us, me and little dude.

"Are you two gonna have sex? My mom use to and ow my arm!"

I got on my knees next to him "Oh no. Here let me see it." I rubbed his long skinny arm "where does it hurt?"

"It doesn't i just wanted to see what you would do" still the gruff voice

"This isn't the first kid you brought home but this is the first lying one" I went to see saint Luches in the doorway.

"He barely did!!" Saint Luches complained "don't jump on the couch!! He's already called me a dipshit, too. And I'm gonna get him!!"

"Don't..." I put my hand on my forehead and turned, my hand sliding down my face as I did.

"Hey now I gotcha!!" He grabbed that kid off the couch and boy he started beating him about the head and shoulders. I can tell when Saint Luches is trying to be patient. And when he's really holding a temper. And when he's confused.

"Hey now, let's see. Come here" that little kid made sound effects as he latched onto my arm with his teeth. "He hasn't mentioned a dad. Just a mom. But apparently he doesn't like her either" i let little Joe tear At my arm and shake it in his mouth like a dinosaur. Pulling back hurts the kid with that tight a teeth grip and growing teeth shouldn't be damaged and in addition ripping my arm back increases the risk of ripping apart my arm in huge ways. Otherwise its bite marks and chew marks which heal much faster.

'What the hell!?!?!?!?" Saint Luches put the kid down "see? I told you! All dead by morning!!"

"He just needs some toys. Lets see what we have in the toy box by the window here"

"My mom's on drugs. I get toys"

"He can have them. Just leave you alone! God. What the Hell did i do here?!"

"The other boys will be here soon. You can ask them"

"My mom is on drugs. Yeah yeah yeah."

"Boys?"

"Just the Alan. I forgot the others.. Should be or are dead"

"My mom's on drugs. Yeah yeah yeah"

"What the Hell is he saying to you?"

"I know i heard you sweetie! My dad is a drug addict, too!"

"My mom, she says she's not an addict. Just on drugs, there's a difference. And we're not black. Just not white"

"That's okay. You can be any color you want to be"

"Nuh uh. I only stay one. I checked!!"

"Yeah don't you feel dumb?" Saint Luches asked.

"Why because idk how to change colors?" He crawled across the floor, "oh teach me wise one"

Saint Luches lost his funny bone with this one. I thought it was hilarious.

"Admit it! You want to laugh! Oh wise one bringing this lad to me!"

"He isn't wise! It was a joke!"

"At least the voice?! It makes it fun!"

"He's the evil guy on the cartoon show!"

"Well ask Alan. Because i don't think so, he's too smart. Plus he knew you were mad for him jumping on the couch"

"Oh jump on the couch" there he went.

"You deal with this one. You already been bit"

"Give me your hand. Now what do you want to do? Sit or get down? You could fall and get hurt"

"Fall? This is just like mine at home.. I thought"

"Its white!!" Saint Luches Makes so much sense to kids that are taught to jump on sofas then kidnapped.

"When this one is a little different sweetie. We prefer you didn't jump on it. So lets talk what's this guy's voice, the way you talk. Sound like, what does the cartoon character that most resembles your voice look like"

"Oh he's tall and nonchalant. He is for real. Let's watch see if it's on"

That little boy grew up into a man. He is on TV. He still pretends to be GI JOE, but in big kids style.

On SWAT. Criminal Minds.

He would be bad. And he would test patience and he used to be beat at home. He knew what a real ass whooping was.

I'd count if he didn't wanna get up and put away the toys. 1. 2.

"Can I watch tv still?"

"Pick up the toys it's still on"

3. 4.

"What number is it?"

"Oh i forgot. Now you be good so i don't have to count and I'll make some food/breakfast and we will eat on the floor in front of the white couch"

I made him pick up toys we left in the floor the night before. Then he Just took them right back out.

Saint Luches complained about them in the floor "hon, will you have him pick them up?"

"Sure babe" and he still complained.

I took him to work with me and we would watch cartoons till the last minute.

So Saint Luches got so mad. He said "im gonna go in late to work to see what you do to this kid. He's well behaved but there's toys all over the place"

He played with a doll. A block and 2 carton of cigarette boxes. That was it.

So he got us to time the cartoon and when 5 minutes was left he got the kid to put them under the TV

"Oh that was easy!! I thought you wanted him to do it as exercise. To practice! For when he went home or something and got old! Now you can quit bitching!"

Saint Luches was right, tho. He would killed those women. I had just finished telling him about a new lamp and how it was heavy. And he picked it up over his head. I didn't mention not to touch it. But i was in the floor when he decided to. Scared me to death.

Alan worked nights. So i started screaming for him cause i had just taken him breakfast in bed and he thought i was being dramatic

But really he just wanted to see how heavy the lamp really was.

I had been having bad dreams. We had just kicked Matt Hagan out for wanting to human traffic. And i kept dreaming he was going to go back for revenge. We had the new lamp and I had dreamed he attacked us with it. But kept plugging it in all over the house.

And I just saw his rage face when the kid had it.

It took saint Luches like 10 days to settle himself. Kids were not really his thing... Not kids he didn't understand.

Usually we sent most kids to the woman's side because all the girls fussed over the babies and young ones. So they were always mothered and taken care of.

I didn't have too much trouble with him. Usually he got his cars stuck in my hair if I forgot to pull it up. But he would drive them on my arms and shoulders.

I did take him to the doctor because he always gruffed the GI JOE voice. But the doctor said he didn't have damage and in time he would talk.

I had figured he felt either uncomfortable or comfortable and So he used a different voice than at home just because his life was different.

The doctor agreed it may be psychological. I Just wanted to ensure he didn't have a problem internally. So Saint Luches took him for the xrays the next day.

"He was fine. But he kept playing with those two empty cigarette cartons." Saint Luches told me

I told him they weren't cigarette boxes, they were cannons. Mac trucks, moving vehicles. They were every thing but empty cigarette cartons.

So Saint Luches bought him every thing under the sun. But still he wanted those empty cigarette cartons.

"Why?! Why?!? Why!?! Why do you do this to me?!?!" Saint Luches grabbed him by the shirt after crawling to him on his knees

"Because you tell me not to throw. I throw this you say good job. Paper airplane good job. Ball? Boy don't throw! I like all my toys to be throw. And lightweight" he said in a deep almost normal voice.

"See he's smart! And he listens to you!" I pleaded with him to find a happy medium.

So Saint Luches went into the toy box and pulled out all the toys the child could throw and put them seperate in a laundry hamper. "Throw. Throw. Throw. You can throw all these"

"But you told me this 'no throw' and this and this and this and this and this"

The child nearly emptied the hamper.

"Now what's he doing?"

"He is not negotiating with you. Hes telling you what you've told him before. I've seen him out the corner of my eye when we watch TV. Hes been testing you. Checking to see if you notice and what you say. I watch his face. Thats why we bought the lamp so I could see."

"So, what you're saying is I've told him no to throwing all these toys before?"

"Yup. No honey" i got down on the floor with them, unfortunately there was tears in the child's eyes 4 tears "HE is telling you. This is what you see he has said to you and i have repeated it. Okay babe?"

"So, now what do i do?"

"Reinforce"

I took each object and showed it to them both and said "throw?" Until the child nodded. And i put it in the basket. When it was full. I picked up all the items and threw them behind me. I didn't look. Just tossed them.

Then I asked Saint Luches to help me clean up.

Then they both sat in the floor with the basket between them. "Well! Don't just sit there! Throw"

And the kid tossed some balls. Into the floor a foot from him.

"No, Saint Luches. I want you to throw with him" i got a toy from the basket "baby look. Throw?"

"I just said that yeah!"

"Ok baby look let me see your hand" i put the ball in his hand and made his wrist move to throw the ball out onto the floor. "Come on you can do better than that!"

Took him 2 days to learn to play with the 6 year old (we guessed) child.

Eventually we got another basket and they practiced throwing across the room from basket to basket.

We had him for 2 and a half weeks before I took him to Michael Jackson and said "he needs to be in TV. He memorizes everything and he is so good at it. Even does voices and sound effects"

Michael looked at me quizzically "you never do this. Singing yeah but acting no."

"But he has a gift. A deep gift. Try him. Give him a script"

He did. He blew Michael's mind.

"Get me his parents! I gotta sign this kid up!"

"She's on drugs that's all i know"

"This..this kid is a drug baby?!? No way! No way! You're right! And he's black! Two boot! Yeah that's my man!"

"Where did you get him from?"

"He was driving Saint Luches crazy in the bunker so we took him home"

"You aren't supposed to just take kids home you know"

"The CIA knew"

"I was just giving you a hard time. I'm lucky you did! Were all gonna be rich off this gem!"

"He really is sweet too!"

Here i am in mom jeans with my little girl with the swishy hair.

[kyvir]

Hello Tyy! Thoroughly enjoy your work on ff, so I have a request! I'd like a canonverse night change on the night Sasuke gave Naruto his message for Sakura and have him go home instead. If you'd be so kind as to write the reunion that'd be amazing! Thanks!

Thanks so much for the request! I love and enjoy your work as well, Blu.

I hope you enjoy Sasuke’s decision to drop by his home… If only for the night.

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The Brief Reunion-

Rating: M

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Though it may have been a clone, Sasuke found himself slightly bothered by having to meet Naruto. He’d been waiting a while and it annoyed him because he wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. It had been a while since they’d met and though he had to meet him now for some information, it was hard for him to do so.

Naruto reminded him of home. Reminded him of his family. His wife and daughter, who he never got to see.Actually, he thought of them on a daily basis and that wasn’t the hard part, no he enjoyed thinking of them. But, when he thought of being so close to them, and yet so far away… it hurt.

Once Naruto finally showed up and called out to him, Sasuke turned to look at him.

“You’re late.”

Naruto annoying tried to explain himself and even took the time to complain a bit. Typical of him, but Sasuke wasn’t interested on wasting his time on such blabber.

“I don’t even know my way back home now, damn it!” He whined. “Where are we anyway?”

“Don’t ask me.” Sasuke muttered and then went to change the subject quickly. “So, where’s the scroll?”

Naruto seemed taken aback and somewhat annoyed by Sasuke’s eagerness, but he handed the scroll on over nonetheless.

Things weren’t looking good. It seemed that no matter how hard they tried to maintain peace, there was always something to worry about. Sasuke wanted to finish his mission, to get rid of these threats and know that his family, his home, was safe.

After discussing a bit of the scrolls contents with Naruto, Sasuke stood, feeling confident that this new information would help him a great deal. Though he’d never expected Danzo to have any information on Kaguya, he was happy to have any information he could. Pretty soon, this would all be over.

“I didn’t get it at all.” Naruto admitted. That didn’t surprise Sasuke, and this wasn’t Naruto’s mission, it was his.

“But with this,” Sasuke said as he got to his feet. “I should be able to get closer to the Time-Space where Kaguya existed.”

“Hey, you’re leaving already?” Naruto asked with disappointment. “What’s wrong with coming back to the village for a while?”

Sasuke turned to Naruto, his brows knitted together. Naruto knew his reasons for keeping a distance well enough, and he didn’t take too lightly to Naruto’s suggestion, even if he did mean no harm.

“Naruto…” He chided him before looking away, his mind going to his wife. She was a saint for putting up with him and all his baggage. “Give Sakura a message for me.”

Naruto frowned, feeling saddened by the way things were. He’d always regret things turning out this way for his friends. Neither of them deserved this. Neither of them could ever be completely happy, when they couldn’t ever even see each other.

“Tell her, I’m sorry for everything.” Sasuke told him, and then he was gone, leaving Naruto to mull over his thoughts alone and he couldn’t help feeling, that it wasn’t Sasuke who should be sorry at all.

…

Cursing under his breath, Sasuke leaned against a nearby tree, feeling more torn than he had in the longest time. Sending a message through Naruto, to his wife, was pathetic. He felt like shit. He knew Sakura understood. Knew that she missed him, but would always wait for him. She loved him that much, he knew it, but still, that’s not how he wanted things to be. He worried about her a lot, having to raise Sarada alone, without him every being around. Hell, his own kid didn’t even know him.

Meeting with Naruto truly hadn’t been good for him, because as much as he knew he shouldn’t do it, he was going back. He had to see her, to tell her himself, if only to know that she really did understand. Did she forgive him? Would she welcome him home with open arms, or send him packing, which in his eyes would be what he deserved. It was true that he was only trying to protect them, and Sakura knew that, but still, they were his only family and he was never there for them.

He almost turned around when he arrived at their home. It was late. He shouldn’t be doing this, he really shouldn’t… But, he had to.

Before he could stop himself, Sasuke walked inside and silently closed the door behind him. He took a moment to look around, taking in his home for the first time in years, though not much had changed.

It was quiet in the house and for a moment, he feared that Sakura may have been sleeping. He knew Sarada would be, having academy the next morning and all, but he hadn’t thought if Sakura would be or not. If she was, he’d wake her because he’d come this far. There would be no leaving until he saw her, spoke to her, and showed her just how much he truly missed her.

A loud crash and the sound of something breaking, followed by and even louder, “Shannaro!” told him that she was actually more than awake. The sound was enough to draw a smirk to his lips and he found that his feet had no intention of letting him stall any further. It would probably be hard to leave, in fact he was certain it would be, but he couldn’t stop himself.

He only hoped he was making the right decision.

Sasuke felt guilty for many things, but he refused to feel guilty for a leisure night and seeing his wife. Nobody was following him, though he was still taking a risk in coming here. He had to believe if he deserved nothing else, he deserved one night… and if he didn’t, Sakura did.

Their bedroom was where he found her. The door was wide open, so he could see her instantly. She was on her hands and knees, picking up several pieces of broken glass, that had once been a picture frame. She was biting her lip, looking quite conflicted and deep in thought. Sasuke wondered idly if Naruto had delivered his message, if that’s what had her so shaken.

Once each piece of broken glass was gathered into her grasp, she stood with a sigh, taking only one step before she noticed him in the doorway, watching her. Lips parting in surprise and green eyes widening considerably, she dropped the already shattered frame and once more it clashed to the floor, all around her feet.

“S…Sasuke…kun.”

Instantly, he was before her, gazing down at her adoringly. He’d missed her more than she’d ever know. More than he’d ever admit.

“Sakura…”

Overwhelmed with emotion, tears welled in her eyes and Sakura flung her arms around her husband. My, how she’d longed for this day, and not only her, but Sasuke as well.

It felt good to see her. To hear her voice. To feel her against him.

He wrapped his lone arm around her in return to her embrace, and rested his chin atop her head.

“I’ve missed you.” She grumbled into his chest, but he was still able to make out her words.

Sasuke said nothing in return, but when she leaned back to gaze at him, he released her to bring his hand to her face instead. His fingers ghosted over her cheek tenderly and as she met his eyes, she noted the pain that was there.

Usually, Sasuke wasn’t an easy person to read, even for her. But at that moment, she could see the confliction he felt, the concern, the guilt, and it only made her hold him tighter.

“How long do we have?” She asked, knowing by the look on his face alone that he wasn’t home for good.

That didn’t matter to her though. Just knowing that he’d come to see her, if only for a moment. For her, it was enough.

“Just the night.” He murmured quietly in answer, his hand now cupping her face as his thumb stroked her cheek affectionately.

Sakura nodded in understanding, but Sasuke frowned. His wife was strong, he knew it better than anyone and though he admired her greatly because of it, he resented himself for putting such a heavy burden on her. He’d been doing it his whole life. When would he ever be able to make her truly happy?

“You should have a nice meal while you’re here… Oh, and a shower! I’ll-”

“No.” Sasuke cut her off.

Food was the furthest thing from his mind and he’d stopped to bathe not long before meeting Naruto, but it warmed him to the depths of his soul to see how much she cared. She would always worry about him before herself and this annoyed him. He loved it, he adored her for it, but things should have been the other way around. He didn’t deserve her kindness, her love and affections.

She’d always been far too good to him.

“Is everything okay?” She asked worriedly then. “You’re not injured, are you? You should rest-”

Sasuke cut her off once more, though this time by sealing her lips in a kiss. Astounded by the abrupt kiss and even more-so by how quickly it ended, Sakura gaped at her husband with pinkening cheeks.

Sasuke smirked at this and casually ran his thumb across her bottom lip, his eyes softening.

He really had missed her.

“Uh… Um…” Sakura averted her eyes nervously, having never anticipated this happening to her tonight. For a moment, she felt as if she must have been dreaming. But then, this was far too real and too amazing to be a dream.

“Thank you, Sakura.” Sasuke told her meaningfully. When it came to her and all she’d done for him, and continued to do, he’d always be thankful. No words could express his gratitude. She looked back to him timidly, her heart pounding.

“I mean it.”

“Sasuke-kun,” She whispered, gripping her hands into his cloak. “You don’t have to thank me. Ever.”

Fingers slipping into her hair, Sasuke tugged gently, forcing her head back at the same time he leaned down and kissed her again, this time much more passionately. Sakura kissed him back desperately, holding onto him for dear life.

Things were heating up and moving rather quickly. Before either of them knew it, they’d shed all their clothes and ended up on the bed together, an eager Sasuke on top of an equally eager Sakura.

“Sasuke-kun!” Sakura gasped as he pressed himself against her, his long and thick member prodding against her entrance before he filled her completely and so suddenly that she lost all her breath.

It hadn’t taken long (seconds really), for her to be more than ready to accommodate him, but it had been so long that she nearly forgot how it felt.Sasuke had almost forgotten himself, or rather, he remembered well enough, he just missed it; and nothing compared to pleasing his wife because it was so… pleasurable.

He moved slowly, enjoying the feel of her as he held himself up with his only arm and trailed hot, wet kisses from her lips, down her throat and to her breasts. His tongue laved at her skin, and the longer his stuck to one spot, the more forceful his mouth became. He nipped at her skin and suckled it too, leaving marks behind that she could heal, or enjoy until they vanished on their own. Honestly, he hoped she’d leave them.

When they were together like this, nothing else existed and Sasuke found himself more vehement and affectionate in those moments than he usually ever would. Sakura moaned loudly, her hands digging into his raven locks as he had his way with her body. Though it was the first time in such a long time, he reminded her easily of just how strongly he could make her body react to him.

Sasuke was close, so close he’d had to stop completely for a moment to collect himself and remember just who he was here to please. Himself, yes, he wanted to please himself but he wouldn’t forget about his wife. She was building towards her own orgasm, and though he was prepared to stop moving for a bit and tease her body until it begged for release, as he laid still, most of his weight rest on her body and his length throbbed inside her, he felt her body convulse.

Eyes rolling in the back of her head, Sakura groaned loudly and Sasuke kissed her hard to keep her quiet. The last thing he needed was Sarada waking up and coming to find out what her mother was moaning and groaning about in the middle of the night.

It wasn’t easy though, even keeping himself quiet as he moved again, thrusting himself inside her only a few more times before they both fell apart together. Sakura’s entire body trembled with aftershocks of her orgasm and Sasuke laid on top of her, completely breathless and at a loss.

How he’d ever gone so long without her, he’d never know.

…

“It’s been so long… and yet… with you being here now, it almost feels as if you’ve never been gone.”

Sasuke sighed and turned his face to kiss Sakura’s forehead. They’d gotten more comfortable in bed and were now under the covers, laying together. Sakura was halfway on top of him, much like he remembered her being when they’d used to sleep together. He hated to have to leave her at all, but he was thankful for what time he could have. He made himself believe that Sakura was looking at it the same way.

“I really am sorry, Sakura.” He wanted her to know that, to understand how sorry he was, but no words would ever be enough to explain his feelings, and he wasn’t good with words anyway. Luckily, that was something else she seemed to understand.

“Don’t say that.” She tipped her head back a bit to glare at him. “You know you’re only gone for good reason.”

“I know.” He muttered. He did know, but that still didn’t make it any easier.Sakura frowned but snuggled up to him again. Oh, it was heaven. She wished they could have this moment forever. “I’m the one who is sorry. You shouldn’t have to bear this burden alone.”

“I’m the only one who can.”

Rolling her eyes at this, Sakura found herself smiling in reminiscence. “You never change, do you?”

“Hn. Neither do you…” He smirked. “Annoying.”

She giggled then. How she wished he was around every day to call her annoying. “I miss you, so much.”

“I know. In time though, I’ll be home. For good.”

“Sarada asks about you. She looks just like you, you know…”

Sasuke flinched then. Though he was sure Sakura was doing an outstanding job of raising their daughter, with love and care enough to drown the child, he still feared her turning to hatred because of him and the last thing he wanted was for her to ever end up like him.

“She’ll never forgive me.” He muttered, more to himself than to Sakura and that was when she sat up in bed and really glared at him.

“Don’t say that!” She scolded him, pointed her finger into his chest. “Sarada loves you very much, even if she can’t see you right now. She’s a very kind child and once she can show you, you’ll see for yourself. She will always love you, just as I have.”

If there was one thing he truly hated, it was getting in his feelings. That was way out of his comfort zone, though he supposed with Sakura… it wasn’t the first time… she’d love him anyway, “I can only imagine how much she’d grown.”

“Oh, so much. She’s brilliant, and beautiful.” Sakura grinning broadly, it was easy to see how proud she was. Sasuke was proud too. He wished Sarada would know that.

“Of course she is.” He sighed and pulled her down, back against his chest before wrapping his arm snuggly around her.

Sakura rested her head on her husband’s chest and yawned. She was tired but she never wanted to sleep with Sasuke here. She only had so much time before he’d be gone again and there’d be no telling when she’d see him again.

“Sleep,” He told her with a yawn of his own. “I’ll wake you before I go, I’ll take a short nap as well.”

“Okay, Sasuke-kun… I love you.”

“I love you too, Sakura.”

Loved her, respected her, cherished her. He felt certain that she’d never be able to grasp how much she truly meant to him and her knew, he didn’t deserve her, but he was damned glad he had her.

…

“I wish you didn’t have to leave.” Sakura pouted and Sasuke knew she was really struggling to keep it together.

He knew it’d be hard to leave, for the both of them. “I know. I’ll be back though.”Sakura nodded. “I know… you always come home.”

Leaning down, Sasuke kissed her hard, savoring the feel of her lips against his. She was blushing scarlet by the time he pulled away. “Take care of yourself, and Sarada. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.”

“Easier said than done.” She scoffed. She’d always worry about him. Taking care of herself and Sarada was just second nature to her.

She hugged him tight, wishing she never had to let him go but she did, and she didn’t want to make it any harder on him. So, after a moment, she pulled away, forcing herself to let go. It wouldn’t be forever. It would be time for Sarada to get up soon and she knew he’d want to be long gone before daybreak.

“But don’t worry, we’ll be fine too, as long as you are. We’ll be here waiting for your return.”

Sasuke nodded, knowing that they would be. He hoped to be back sooner, rather than later. After coming home, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could stay away. Years was something he wasn’t willing to waste. He’d already wasted too many. This mission was important, his family’s safety was of the upmost importance, but he wanted to be home with them. He couldn’t though, as long as he was putting them at risk to his enemies.

“Thank you, Sakura. For everything.” He gave her a soft smile, tapped her forehead and then he vanished in a puff of smoke, as if he’d never been there at all. It wasn’t easy for either of them, but he had to go.

He had to go, but he had so much to look forward to when he finally would be able to come home. He couldn’t wait, and with that to think about, he found himself in a much better mood as he headed towards his next destination. Soon, his travels would be over.

.

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[megalony]

Ben Hardy masterlist

A masterlist of all my Ben Hardy imagines, all of my Ben series can be found on my main masterlist.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem @butlegendsneverdie @langdonzvoid @jennyggggrrr @rogermeddow @radiob-l-a-hblah @rogertaylorsbitontheside @chlobo6 @rogertaylors-lipgloss @sj-thefan @omgitsearly @luckytrashgooprebel @scarsout @deaky-with-a-c @killer-queen-ofrhye @bluutac @vousmemanqueez @jonesyaddiction @ambi-and-sunflowers @milanosaurus @httpfandxms @saint-hardy @7-seas-of-fat-bottomed-girls @mrsalwayswritex @rogerina-owns-me @peterquillzsblog @im-an-adult-ish @crazylittlethingg @allauraleigh

Help me, Doctor  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4 -  (Y/n) is referred to Ben when her other doctors don’t know what’s wrong with her. Ben is one of the best doctors to treat her… but the problem is that he already knows (Y/n) and has slept with her before. (Completed)

I see the light  Part 2 - Ben is a firefighter and it is his last shift before he takes time off to be with (Y/n) when their baby is born. But his last shift doesn’t go to plan and an accident happens.

What was her name? - Ben is a firefighter and (Y/n) takes care of him when he comes home late from a rough shift where something happened that he never had to deal with before.

Never worth it - Ben doesn’t tell (Y/n) or work that he isn’t well, but when he’s on a job and he collapses, he finds out some of the effects being a firefighter can have.

Shattered  Part 2 - Whilst firefighter! Ben is on a job at a collapsing building, he finds out (Y/n) and their son are there and tries to protect them but he can’t stop them all from getting injured.

Intruder - Ben works in the police and wakes up in the night to someone trying to burgle his house.

Sovereign - Ben has fallen for the princess who is next in line for the throne and when she becomes ill and in danger, Ben makes sure he is there to help her.

Growing soft   Part 2 - Ben has always been set on the idea of not having kids, but when (Y/n) becomes a surrogate for Gwilym and his wife, Ben wonders if he really is sure about no kids after all.

Hotel of Horror   Part 2 - Ben and (Y/n) are on holiday with their baby girl, but things take a turn for the worst when an attack happens in the hotel and they are forced to hide until help arrives.

Tattoos - Ben gets a new tattoo and he tells one of his girls the meaning behind each tattoo that he has.

Real - After suffering more than one miscarriage, Ben and (Y/n) wonder if their reality will ever include a baby.

The darkness - (Y/n) is petrified of the dark and all the shadows that lurk there and spends her first night with Ben.

Special place - Ben takes his daughter out to his special place in remembrance of someone they both lost.

Pay the price - Ben realises there is a price to pay for being an addict and getting high every night. And that price is either his family or his health.

Spare parts - (Based off of ‘My sister’s keeper’) Ben takes matters into his own hands when it comes to his second daughter’s health and choices.

Babygirl - Ben and (Y/n) have two girls and are now expecting twins, but don’t realise that something has gone wrong along the way.

Losing her - Ben comes close to losing (Y/n) and their baby for reasons involving her health.

Maternal  Part 2 - (Y/n)’s mother seems to try and control every aspect of her life, but now that she and Ben are having a baby, (Y/n) knows she can’t let her mother control her anymore.

Mother dearest  Part 2 - (Y/n)’s mother is controlling of her life since she has many medical conditions but (Y/n) wants a life of her own and to be with Ben. He realises that her mother is more controlling than they both first thought.

Playtime - (Y/n) is a childminder and Ben loves coming home to their rowdy house and their kids.

Goldie - When at the hospital Goldie, (Y/n) and Ben’s daughter, goes missing and Ben tries to find her.

Royal labour - Ben is a bodyguard for (Y/n) who is pregnant with his child but things take a bad turn when she goes into early labour.

Rupture - Ben is at the hospital where his wife, (Y/n), works but a situation breaks out and both of them end up being stabbed. One of their injuries being more damaging than the other.

Lucky man - (Y/n) is a doctor at the hospital and she has to work out what is wrong with her husband, Ben when he is admitted with a variety of problems.

She’s okay - (Y/n) and Ben find out they’re having a baby when their chances of having children were slim. But something goes wrong and they’re both desperate for a treatment to stop them from losing their baby.

Contractions - (Y/n) has been in labour for over a day without having any contractions so the only option is to induce labour but when the contractions happen they cause complications for the baby.

Stitches - Ben has to go away for work and asks his mother to help (Y/n) look after their newborn since she hasn’t been well. But (Y/n) and his mother don’t get along and tempers soon start to flare.

Unwell - (Y/n)’s overbearing mother comes round to see her and Ben as they are expecting a child but she doesn’t believe (Y/n) is unwell.

Ambulance - Ben is a paramedic who is called to a car accident but he is panicked to find that his wife and daughter are caught up in the crash.

Home - (Y/n) is finally moving out from living with her overbearing mother to live with Ben and their daughter in their new home.

Definitely ruined - (Y/n) has fallen hard for Ben but she won’t tell him in fear that it will ruin their friendship. But one night at a club will change everything.

Daddy’s home - (Y/n) can’t wait for Ben to come home and help out with the kids since she is finding it hard after having their baby.

A beautiful sight  Part 2  Part 3 - (Y/n) lost her sight when she was a child but now she can have an operation to restore her sight. Ben is by her side through all the ups and downs as she goes through with it.

Billy/ Four, 6 Underground:

Second chances series -  (Y/n) believes being in the group is her second chance and Billy starts to believe it was his chance too as it brought (Y/n) into his life. But their newest mission is far from easy and (Y/n) ends up getting hurt. (Completed)

I’ll go back  Part 2 - (Y/n) hides a health complication from Billy, the person she is secretly in a relationship and it compromises their mission when she falls ill and he goes back to save her.

Critical - Billy doesn’t get along with Six at all, but it gets worse when Six causes (Y/n) to get shot on a mission.

Please - Billy decides to join the ghosts, but that means giving up his old life, and he doesn’t know if he can give (Y/n) up forever.

Single dad imagines:

Danger - Ben and Joe realise that something is wrong with Ben’s daughter and take a trip to the hospital.

Every morning - Ben’s morning routine with his two daughters.

The three of us - Ben cares for both his daughters on his own and that is just the way they all like it.

Little shark - Lola decides that she wants to wear her shark towel to dinner and Ben simply can’t refuse.

Diagnosis  Part 2 - When Lily comes down with a strange illness, Ben needs a diagnosis before it’s too late.

My girls - Both Lily and Lola aren’t well so Ben takes care of both his girls.

[thenextchapterbegins]

you know this is the last ill say on my venting

ive never proclaimed to be a good person

im a bit of meme but im no saint

ive had conflicts

ive had arguments

ive had disagreements

ive said things i regret

and things i dont.

ive lost friends and ive been in drama

I have shadows that follow me from my past misdoings and some shadows that cling even tho i do hope i am better then when those incidents occurered.

ive tried to move on, to forget, to let it go, to let the past be buried where it is.

Some people cant be convinced.

some will burn defending a friends honor.

some cant believe a friend could do wrong so the other must be a cruel person.

i understand all these things.

i only wish i could explain my side more. 

issues arent black and white

most of them are very grey. 

ill admit in drama or fights ive probably said mean things, but i dont also engage in drama for funsies ive only done it for causes i thought were extremely nessecary.

some people cant admit they did wrong on their side its easier to blame the other and make them out to be a victim

i get it i was like that once too but it doesnt help, all it does is hurt the other person maybe you feel like they deserve it but with only so many handfuls of years on this earth is it really needed to bash and brutalize someone forever? Because of a misunderstanding

or an argument

or a disagreement on rping

ideaology

timing

etc.

i dont really think so.

i only hope myself that i can show through my words that if able i will always explain my side but ill never claim to be some saint either. 

and hopefully one day when this site is done picking sides and can listen to the offender of the situation maybe all this petty bullshit can end.

that would be nice

it wont get better till we can as a tumble society be willing to listen to the other and hear there words before making judgement.

else we will continue in this cycle of whoever tells the story is the victim and those its against is the brutalizer, the one who hurt them. No one really likes to admit “yeh we had drama we were both dicks but they were more of a dick”

XD if more stories were told like that maybe we wouldnt be so keen to picking sides in things.

[survivorcostarica]

Ep. 1 - “Imagine suffering, imagine euthanizing yourself, imagine losing your will to continue on...” - Randy

i cant see pls send imitrex

i have a crush on cole, i'm in this game and virgin islands with him and i really like talking to him.  he is really genuine and easy to talk to, i feel ridiculous for admitting this but this was the first thing i thought to confess about lol

I want to shoot myself in the fucking face what is my tribe?! 

Cole is such a messy thot, Kevin is that but without being remotely good at the game, Arika and Julia are best friends IRL and 1000% will be working together. Louise is a fucking saint but that also terrifies me because I can't do shit against her without being a terrible person. At least Madison is really down to earth and chill even thought I've known her for two days and met her on Club Penguin. I don't know Bryce, Noah or the other one so they're 1000% my go to people right now.

Ohkay hi hi. My name is Bryan and I’m here to try and NOT flop at this game. Ok sooo. I’m looking at my tribe and i notice. My best friend Madison is here. Just kidding i HATE her. Or at least that’s what i will want people to think so we aren’t targeted for our friendship or whatever cuz we had BEEF in our last game. Um. Josh is also here. I was in another game with him but i didn’t really get to talk to him that much. Other than that cole and Kevin seem nice enough and are talkative so that’s good. I guess I’ll just be able to talk more with other people later.

Imagine suffering, imagine euthanizing yourself, imagine losing your will to continue on in an ORG you were last minute filled into. I literally hate this whole tribe so much, and I'm going into this game with the mindset that we are losing every single immunity and reward. When I saw the first three cast reveal posts i prayed i wasnt on the orange tribe. i actually believed and god, and asked him for forgiveness for all the sins ive committed and pleaded my case to on why i shouldnt be on this tribe. but, alas here i am. so its time to play i guess I'm not good with social game, and thats why i usually fail at survivor. I always have a good first few days, but then its just me being inactive and skirmming my way until my inevitable premerge eviction. But in this game im literally going to pull all the stops i can. I will start to set up my reputation as a good survivor player. And it starts here. Even if nobody pms me I will take this game by storm. Meaning right now its getting good with the influential such as Jay and Drew. They have a few buds on the other tribe, and working with them can only help me when we hit merge. i'm also going to keep Chrissa tight because she is just such a good ally, but its also going to be hard to protect her as she is such a shit competitor. But thats all plans let me talk about to cast Cameron: Love cameron our last org played together we made final 3, and he asked me to cut him. I will keep him under my sphere of influence especially since he said he isnt familiar with this group of players Chrissa: I also love chrissa. She can be a little annoying sometimes, but she always has good intentions. She is fiercely loyal, and thats something great to have in an ally because numbers are more important in survivor than big brother Constance: I don't like him. I want nothing to do with him. The closest association I ever had with constance was us two being on the same cast reveal post. And I'm far more than content with that interaction. He's from facebook, and that means he is going to stir the pot when there isn't any stirring necessary. He is going to make a move just to make a move, and if I cut him earlier the better. But if I can work with him, and test and experience how he plays this game. I do think it would be more entertaining Drew: I have good relations with him but really havent played an org with him. I have no intentions on backstabbing him especially in this cast. I do think he will either slide into the shadows, or emerge as the person calling the shots for this tribe. Jay: Same as Drew tbh. They're together as a duo, so anything one does the other will follow. I'm not going to beef with him Jill: I haven't met Jill before this. but she is the driest person i have pm'd in a while. Me and her are having forced small talk, but i dont want to lose connections with her yet. I'm hoping she isnt well liked or well received so she can leave. Reagan: Me and her have butted heads so many times in vls. If you wanted a fight. Its going to be between me and her i bet your hat. Sam: I dont know if he's a newbie or from a community. But me and him kicked things off really well, and I'm feeling natural chemistry with him. I'll keep him near my sphere of influence for sure. Roxy: Going against Roxy is such a stupid move. Because she's just going to waste her whole entire game trying to vote you off. She gets really bitter easily, and i dont know what the hell she's saying half of the time. I dont understand her game or her mouth so im just gonna let her be...

[12:25:40 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: dam stop tryna out do my intro  do I have to add my likes too?  tch [12:25:48 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: I like big BUTTS and I cannot lie [12:25:53 PM] Chrissa Bullard: lol [12:26:54 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: okay Ill admit idc about the size of your butt [12:27:01 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: even if you have a small butt id still potentially like u [12:27:12 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: but yall are gay so like  what can a straight gal like me do [12:27:29 PM] Chrissa Bullard: hello sam and roxy with her butt equality [12:29:22 PM] Jill: if u wanna be my friend add me and SAY hey bc i forget to add people [12:29:53 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: and I say HEY what a wonderful kinda day [12:29:54 PM] Jill: also msg me ur pronouns thanks [12:29:57 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: you can learn and work and play [12:30:26 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: my pronouns are "my lord" and "your highness" [12:30:51 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: I said I was a she cause dan didn't take me seriously even tho imma hella serious [12:30:52 PM] Cameron Bee-Culpepper (Atomic Admin): my pronouns are he/they and they are actually serious :) [12:31:02 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: oi how dare you say I aint serious [12:31:36 PM] Chrissa Bullard: your highness is serious do not get my lords pronouns wrong :P [12:31:41 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: :/ I'm the lord and the queen roxy herself [12:31:42 PM] Chrissa Bullard: seriously though [12:31:47 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: of course my pronoun is your highness [12:31:57 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: thank you ! see? chrissa gets it! [12:32:02 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: look I even have a crown as proof [12:32:07 PM] Chrissa Bullard: true [12:32:13 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: i trans-itioned from being a commoner to being a queen [12:32:51 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: also if i don't pm you its cause i avoid social interactions at all times [12:33:00 PM] Chrissa Bullard: a mood [12:33:05 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: and i haven't left  my house in 9 days [12:33:13 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: apart from an hour once to go to the gym [12:33:17 PM] 👑 Queen Roxy 👑: i haven't recovered since i take medicine. its called coffee. it helps releave the symptoms of being dead inside

My tribe is probably going to be useless. Which means that we have to turn it OUT for immunity. Randy, Roxy and I are all attempting to make flags. I have faith in Randy's abilities... roxy, not so much. But she does have a good artistic ability, so I hope she turns it out for this. We can hope. We can hope.

Blah blah blah. Confessional confessional. The immunity comp is a flag making competition. Which means i can’t really participate. The one we have so far tho is super cute!! There’s a Julia on our tribe. I have to start learning people’s names. Ugh. Too much work. 

I think like our tribe will win immunity, looking at cadejo’s scores, they seem like flops I mean that tribe is super ugly so ya know… cute is gonna devour gorgeous. Anyways Anthony is doing great at the flag I gave him the ideas, he executed them for me so everyone is great. Also i got this red KEY

I really don't like my tribe but I think I like the other tribe even less just from the few people I've encountered before or at the very least heard about. If anything though that's great for me because I have all of two or three people I remotely care about so I have no issues with taking people out.

RANDY'S FLAG LOOKS TERRIBLE! but we're going with that one anyway!!! even though its literally furry meme nonsense!!! so i hope to god i dont get targetted when we lose bc i made an effort not to be a grumpy ass beyotch!

ummm roxy said she and sam wanna align with me!! it's so early!!! I may work with Reagan bc we worked together previously I think!! Everyone else seems fine. I'm gunna msg drew and everyone else tomorrow or later and say hey I've been napping!!! Go team

I honestly think im going because peop le don't tell me anything I'm scared 

[3/28/18, 1:55:57 AM] Drew (heuse1ac): "I love y-...ughch..." [3/28/18, 1:56:05 AM] Drew (heuse1ac): Cameron 2k18 im just gonna put this here ;)

Anyway. Here's some tea. Roxy thinks I talk too much about being in the hospital. Sorry sweaty, I'm disabled, I'm gonna be in the hospital. And I have the right to talk about whatever I want. ANYWAY, Constance, the literal loml, gave me this tea so that's great. I LOVE HIM. So we made an alliance of me and drew, because drew has a "bad reputation" (sweetie, you were the one making tasteless comments night one, let's not get it twisted here!!) We talk a bunch, we have good laughs, and we head to bed. I went into this round wanting to target Roxy anyway, but she just went painted a bullseye on her back for me!

This first round felt so nostalgic to me, in the sense that being gone from these games for a while allowed me to step back and revitalize the way that I play games. In the beginning of the game, I felt an immediate connection with Cameron. He is someone who has a really nice, personable outlook as a person and I could see myself becoming really good allies and friends outside of this game. I also really enjoy Drew, Sam and Jill. Drew: I was excited to see him in this game because we just met a few days before the game started because he flirted with me a little and I thought he was a nice guy in general. I haven't had the chance of getting to know him all that well yet, though he stated to me that he will not write my name down throughout the game when we were first added to the tribe, so I hope that stays as promised. Sam: We both come from the same community but we both individually transferred to Tumblr at different points in time. I don't know him well enough to say he could be someone I stay with for the long run, but I have had a few calls with him and he seems pretty straightforward about what he wants in this game and where he wants to go. I'll leave it at that for now. Jill: She is literally everything that is me. "I'm going to see my sugar daddy," "I am eating a whole barbecque chicken pizza to myself," "I need money" I LOVE THIS CHICK! We need to align and become friends for sure because I can't see myself without her! One smaller relationship I have is with Chrissa and that will require some work on my part, both game wise and friend wise included. We had a rough past on a personal note but we are working our ways around it to become friends again on a personal level, not even on a game level. I feel like if Chrissa is able to handle herself in this game with me the way she did in Arrakis ages ago, she should be good to go with me! The people I really don't talk with or connect with right now are Jay, Roxy, Randy and Regan. - Jay just hasn't spoken a lot, but that may be subject to change? - Regan has this huge negative perception that everyone has given about her and I'm honestly not about holding past games or whatnot against anyone. If she is as crazy or as ballistic as people say she is then that will happen on it's own accord. - Randy is..Randy. I'm not really putting a whole lot here. He comes off extremely weird to me and I'm not feeling it. - Roxy and Randy both share the same trait they don't mind expressing: their messy players. I'm not one to want to play with people who are going to knowingly make things difficult for me in this game moving forward. I feel like getting out people who tend to be wildcards for my individual game will boost my ability to better know the personalities I surround myself with. Intended Target: Roxy Reason: I had a call with Sam and discussed some feelings about the challenge for the flag that had taken place. In my individual opinion, expressing the idea of putting in effort for a challenge and then doing the opposite of what you said you would do, shows a false sense of sportsmanship and that bothers me. Roxy said she would make a temporary flag as a concept, but never did and constantly said "I'm lazy, so I don't want to do it." Adding on to the reason above, I was asked if I wanted to be added to a call with Sam by Roxy as they were both speaking with each other and I said I wouldn't mind joining. We both tried asking Roxy about potential ideas for the vote off and Roxy made it clear that Regan would be too easy to get rid of. Then came the critical point of the conversation where Roxy would bring up Cameron and Drew's names, stating that Drew apparently has a bad or weird reputation in the Tumblr community of games, but this is COSTA RICA not any other game. She also stated in regards to Cameron word for word that, "I just think Cameron talks about themselves too much in the main chat, and that brings people to feel for them more, and that makes them look bad" and this was in relation to when Cameron stated he was in the hospital. I found that to be extremely bothersome because otherwise, Cameron has never talked about himself constantly or anything like that. My intentions are to pull myself, Drew, Cameron, Jill, Sam and Jay to vote out Roxy. I started the idea when I asked Sam on call blatantly and he agreed and I calmly took it by step. That's all I have folks! I hope this works out and if for some odd reason I go home first, well then it was fun while it lasted! 

Okay so I need to catch yall up on how shit can turn into bliss SO reward I literally ate shit in. i scored to lowest out of everybody in the whole cast. Making myself inferior to competition flops like Chrissa. So that wasnt really well. However my soccial game has been stepping up. Even though im lacking a little bit in the pm part of my game. I have been having good chemistry with literally everybody in the tribe chat. I have also led us in the flag immunity. So me and Cameron made a flag. And the tribe had to pick which one, and it was pretty set even. I do think the end result wouldve been the same but it was nice to see people on my side and supporting me. So then we lose the tribal flag, and im literally yeeted away from the tribe. Which is really good since with this tribal vote i wouldve been thrown under the bus. allegedely roxy has been throwing names around, and had i stayed in the tribe it might of been my name that was thrown around since it was my flag that lost. so im happy to avoid the drama of the first vote. but now that people have bonded since roxy's polarization im starting to become more outcasted. I just need go stronger for immunities and amp up my social game even more. Since ive been to the other tribe I have a feeling on whats happening. Cole is aligned with all them bitches. Literally Madison Louise are people he's played with before, and when we talked in pms he said this tribe is full of his friends. He is very safe in his tribe which is really nice. Since the League of Gays need to work together at the merge : ~)

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The Simple Joys of Maindenhood

One of the things that always bothers me is any production of Camelot in which Guenevere is played all sweet and virginal, or in other words, like Julie Andrews played her in the original production. The truth is that Guenevere can be a real bitch from time to time, and I think that's what's most interesting about her -- and what directors and actors miss most often. Without that, the story is far less interesting.

In many cases, original Broadway performances are reliable guides to what the writers wanted. But not always. And not in this case. Andrews had a great voice in her youth, and genuine stage presence, but she was never a very good or very nuanced actor. Guenevere, as she is written by Alan Jay Lerner, is rebellious, immature (at least in Act I), horny, and blood-thirsty! Maybe she's just a product of her times, but she loves violence (see her song, "Then You May Take Me to the Fair"); and her immaturity and restlessness will lead to a lot of needless destruction. Guenevere herself is Arthur's great tragic flaw. Julie Andrews ruined the character with her bland, sexless original performance on Broadway, and more significantly, on the original cast recording. Vanessa Redgrave understood the character much more fully in her film performance, but she was such a mediocre singer, it's hard to get through her songs. Compare Andrews' and Redgrave's opposite approaches to "The Lusty Month of May." Redgrave (with the help of more languorous orchestrations) really enjoys the words lusty and depraved, and in her hands, it's a song about fucking. In Andrews' rendition, it's just polite double entendre. In her first appearance in the show, Guenevere tells us in her "I Am" song that she is a trouble-maker. She wants men to fight over her. She wants them to kill each other over her. How can we be surprised when everything blows up in Act II? Camelot's first two songs introduce two of our three leads, and both as complete neurotics, totally ill-equipped to be married. Of course their marriage will fail. We see in these two opening numbers that they are very immature. Then again, Arthur is only 25 and Guenevere only 17 when they meet. A close look at the lyric of "Simple Joys of Maidenhood" tells us so much about Guenevere. Alan Jay Lerner has packed so much information into this song, all the while surprising us with punch line after punch line. Guenevere starts the song by calling St. Genevieve, apparently her personal patron saint. But Guenevere has to remind the saint who she is; Guenevere doesn't pray a lot. Yet only a couple lines later, she's purporting to be so devout. Right off the bat, we see that she's a liar. She says she's always been a "lamb," but we'll soon see that's not true either. She lets her anger take over and she rages at St. Genevieve, complaining about the details of her current situation, and finally -- and hilariously -- threatening to find another saint to pray to.

St. Genevieve, St. Genevieve! It's Guenevere! Remember me? St. Genevieve, St. Genevieve! I'm over here Beneath this tree... You know how faithful and devout I am, You must admit I've always been a lamb, But Genevieve, St. Genevieve -- I won't obey you anymore. You've gone a bit too far! I won't be bid and bargained for Like beads at a bazaar. St. Genevieve, I've run away, Eluded them and fled, And from now on, I intend to pray To someone else instead!

It is interesting to note Guenevere's 20th century objections to being medievally objectified. But then Guenevere decides maybe offense is a bad tack to take. If she wants rescue, she'd better be nicer to her patron saint...

Oh Genevieve, St. Genevieve, Where were you when my youth was sold? Dear Genevieve, sweet Genevieve, Shan't I be young before I'm old?

So she goes on to catalog the "conventional, ordinary, garden variety joys of maidenhood" that she's been robbed of, that she wants restored to her. And what are those simple, ordinary perks of being a teenage girl? A knight committing suicide over her. Two knights battling over her and one of them being killed. A war being waged over her, and of course, the unstated but obvious death and bloodshed that accompanies war. And finally, the best perk she imagines is not only men killing each other over her, but men killing their relatives over her.

Where are the simple joys of maidenhood? Where are all those adoring, daring boys? Where's the youth pining so for me He leaps to death in woe for me? Oh, where are a maiden's simple joys? Shan't I have the normal life a maiden should? Shall I never be rescued in the wood? Shall two knights never tilt for me And let their blood be spilt for me? Oh, where are the simple joys of maidenhood? Shall I not be on a pedestal, Worshipped and competed for? Not be carried off, or better still, Cause a little war? Where are the simple joys of maidenhood? Are those dear gentle pleasures gone for good? Shall a feud not begin for me? Shall kith not kill their kin for me? Oh, where are the trivial joys, Harmless convivial joys, Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?

That is fucked up. She has a freakish lust for violence and for bloodshed, in complete opposition to everything Arthur believes in. The central joke of the song is that all this extreme violence seems to Guenevere just the "trivial," "simple" fun of being a girl. She is actually insulted shortly afterward because Arthur won't rape her. But that lust for violence will come back to haunt her. She has no idea what she's asking for... She sees war as romantic. She’s delighted when Arthur tells her war would have broken out if they had not married. But at the end of the show, her shallow wishes come true, with deadly results. In “Guenevere,” the chorus sings:

Guenevere, Guenevere, In that dim, mournful year, Saw the men she held most dear Go to war for Guenevere.

She got her war. And it's destroyed everything Arthur built.

In addition to her bloodlust, Guenevere is also far more over-sexed than your average musical theatre ingenue. Too often directors and actors overlook her very sexual behavior. They've spent years hearing Julie Andrews' delicate, lady-like singing on the original cast album and they ignore the actual evidence in the script and score. They want to be reverent with her character because she's a queen and because ultimately she becomes a tragic figure, and perhaps also because they see Camelot as a "classic." But even a cursory look at "The Lusty Month of May" shows the real Guenevere. The title of the song says it all. It's an explicit celebration of sex, of unbridled, wicked, improper, un-wholesome, shocking sexual acts. Guenevere thinks every girl wants her boyfriend to be a cad, that self-control is a bore, that going morally astray is blissful.

Tra la, it's May, the lusty Month of May! That lovely month when everyone goes blissfully astray. Tra la, it's here, That shocking time of year, When tons of wicked little thoughts merrily appear. It's May, it's May, that gorgeous holiday, When every maiden prays that her lad Will be a cad It's mad, it's gay, a libelous display! Those dreary vows that everyone takes, Everyone breaks, Everyone makes Divine mistakes, The lusty month of May!

The fragrance she smells wafting through the air is the smell of sex, make no mistake, that "dear forbidden fruit." But what does this tell us? That Guenevere and Arthur are hopelessly mismatched. In the novel, White says "She had felt respect for [Arthur], with gratitude, kindness, love, and a sense of protection. She had felt more than this and you might say that she had felt everything but the passion of romance." Guenevere just wants fun. No responsibility, no morality, no expectations. She's still an over-sexed -- and long repressed -- teenager.

It's May, the lusty month of May, That darling month when everyone throws self-control away. It's time to do A wretched thing or two And try to make each precious day one you'll always rue.

Her idea of a good time is to do something awful you'll regret. Wow.

It's May, it's May, the month of "Yes, you may;" The time for every frivolous whim, Proper or im-. It's wild, it's gay, depraved in every way. The birds and bees with all of their vast Amorous past, Gaze at the human race aghast! The lusty month of May!

Guenevere is all about appetite. After this song, can we be surprised when she eventually has an affair? Can Arthur be surprised? Or does he just close his eyes to this problem? Arthur needs Guenevere before he can be the king he needs to be. It isn't until he meets her that he feels kingly, that he at last wants to be a king. She is his muse. But she's also a selfish bitch (at least in Act I). Look at her initial comments to Lancelot when she first meets him. She's sarcastic and insulting. Is that proper behavior for the Queen of England to someone the King brings to court? And even though she knows how much Arthur thinks of Lancelot, she keeps criticizing Lance over and over. She doesn't even attempt to be kind to him, to try to understand him, to help him feel welcome. In a sense, she's performing for the knights and ladies around her, entertaining them with her thinly veiled jibes at Lance. But also, we can see she's attracted to him -- and acting like a lust-struck thirteen-year-old. Later on, she helps build sentiment against Lance in the court by gossiping with the knights and ladies. She gives three knights her kerchief to carry against Lancelot in the jousts. And it's with this act that she tries to make her vicious childhood fantasies come true. At last she sees an opportunity for her dreams of knights fighting over her to come true. There will not only be battles; there may well be bloodshed. She knows Arthur will never deliver those fantasies. He thinks fighting is immoral unless it's to promote righteousness. Not only is Arthur not the lover she had hoped for, he's also not the warrior she dreamed of. They are mismatched in every conceivable way. Yet, when the jousts happen, when her fantasies are at last made reality, the result is tragedy. Lionel is killed by Lancelot. Finally, the death of which she dreamed has come to pass, and she suddenly realizes what she's done. She has indirectly killed a man, and not just any man, but a friend of hers, one of her favorite knights. And then the "obligatory moment," that moment in any story toward which everything before it leads and from which everything after it follows, the moment that the story cannot exist without. Lancelot steps forward, bends down, prays, and he brings Lionel back to life. We see for the first time that his claims of purity, his claims that he can perform miracles are actually true. When he rises, his eyes lock into Guenevere's, and we realize in an instant that they have fallen in love.

Perhaps Guenevere already found him physically attractive (in the novel, Lance is ugly, but in the musical, he's hot). But he's accomplished two things. First, he has saved her from her folly; he has brought back to life the knight her immature schemes had killed. Second, he has fought for her and he has won. He is the greatest knight in the court, probably in all Europe, and she sees now that he loves her, no doubt with the same passion with which he loves Arthur and the Table. How can she resist? As Queen, she should resist, but she won't. And later we will see the difference between Lance and Arthur. Whereas Arthur's love for this Table outshines his love for Guenevere, Lance clearly loves Guenevere more (or at least as much). Following her beautifully crafted arc, it's also interesting to hear how Guenevere's music gets more complex, both melodically and harmonically, over the course of the show, as she matures, as she becomes a more complex individual, and finds herself in progressively more complex situations. "Simple Joys of Maidenhood" is the song of a girl. "I Loved You Once in Silence" in Act II is the song of a woman.

I loved you once in silence, And mis'ry was all I knew; Trying so to keep my love from showing, All the while not knowing You loved me too. Yes, loved me in lonesome silence, Your heart filled with dark despair; Thinking love would flame in you forever, And I'd never, never Know the flame was there. Then one day we cast away our secret longing; The raging tide We held inside Would hold no more. The silence at last was broken; We flung wide our prison door. Ev'ry joyous word of love was spoken, And now there's twice as much grief, Twice the strain for us, Twice the despair, Twice the pain for us As we had known before. And after all had been said, Here we are, my love, Silent once more, And not far, my love, From where we were before.

In other words, be careful what you wish for. Especially if it entails harm to others. Guenevere has grown up now, but it's too late, and events are overtaking her.

Having directed the show myself for New Line in 1999, I'll admit that Camelot is a flawed show, to be sure, but still a very good one. There is so much more richness and nuance than most productions find. And as with most musicals, audiences find it very hard to distinguish between a bad show and a bad production of a good show. As long as some directors (and way too many in NYC) think they can turn their brains off to direct a musical, we'll get bland and shallow productions of shows that deserve better (I'm lookin' at you Casey Nicholaw!). If directors and actors would just pay musicals the same respect they pay to Death of a Salesman and A Midsummer Night's Dream, maybe audiences would get more productions that do justice to the material, and they'd discover that even a show with flaws, like Camelot, can still be serious and powerful and truthful. And that's all audiences want. Just tell them a story that tells the truth. Long Live the Musical! Scott from The Bad Boy of Musical Theatre http://newlinetheatre.blogspot.com/2017/11/the-simple-joys-of-maindenhood.html

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Old flames Mario Balotelli and Milan start to regret reviving the occasion | Paolo Bandini

Injury may have impeded Mario Balotellis return to Milan, but his attitude on the tar – rather than off it – has led to more the issue of his wasted talent

He is to say situations would be different. He told us he had changed his courses. Mario Balotelli told us all the words he thought we might want to hear as he rejoined Milanon loan this summer. Ive learned from my misunderstandings, he did. Ill grant everything. At one point, he even informed Gazzetta dello Sport that: I used to be a boy named Mario, but now Im Mario the man.

If he clanged like a spurned love trying to win back a lost spouses acceptance, then perhaps thats exactly what he was. Balotelli had adored Milan since he was a child, and was not the first to frame the relations between the two countries in romantic expressions. Adriano Galliani announced the strikers imminent return last-place August by telling reporters: Some affections never end.

The Rossoneris chief executive is notorious for his willingness to arouse old-time liaisons. Such players as Andriy Shevchenko, Ruud Gullit, Kak and Roberto Donadoni have varied the golf-club under his stewardship, only to proceed afterwards in their careers. None had already been recaptured anything like their best organize during their second stints with the team.

So why fus with Balotelli? He had never sparkled as brightly as the aforementioned wizards in the first instance. His ten-strike charge for Milan was robust with 26 goals tallied in 43 tournament images and hitherto he had faded following a bright initial six-month trance. It was Balotelli who salvaged a third-place finish for Milan after joining in January 2013, but he too who obtained 10 yellow placards and one red-faced while cutting a tetchy and isolated illustration during the following campaign.

Since then, he had weathered a dreadful time at Liverpool tallying only a single Premier League goal and falling behind Rickie Lambert in the pecking order. Milan fans were not exactly stirring for his recall. In information, there used to be whistlings at San Siro when Balotellis name was announced amongst the equivalents for the home opener against Empoli.

But there was some technique to Gallianis madness. Balotelli, unlike those previous high-profile returnees, was still in his mid-2 0s. Besides, this was only a loan with no cost fixed. In gist, Milan were going a risk-free experiment of a participate they had sold for 16 m a year earlier, and whose better seasons could still lie ahead.

The golf-clubs new administrator, additionally, had an existing relationship with Balotelli. Sinisa Mihajlovic had been an deputy at Inter back when the player was emerging from the Nerazzurris youth team. A private find was arranged between them before Milan signed off on the deal.

You will need to be the first to arrive and the last to leave, Mihajlovic was reported to have told Balotelli. You must ever give your all, otherwise I will make sure you find your suitcases waiting outside the gates of Milanello.

Balotelli seemed to have taken that word on board. He put in a swashbuckling cameo off the bench during a derby demolish to Inter before commemorating his first start with a fine free-kick destination to open the scoring in a 3-2 win over Udinese.

Just when his stellar was in the dominance, though, he was sidelined by a athletics hernia. The harm, which turned out to require an operation, took Balotelli out of action from September right through to mid-January.

When Balotelli reverted, he discovered that he was no longer needed. After a difficult firstly half to the season, Mihajlovic has at last received an attacking partnership that worked, MBaye Niangs range and readiness to float out and serve intersections from either side reaching him the perfect foil to Carlos Baccas penalty-box prowling.

Milan went nine recreations without defeat, surging back into the hasten for European regions. Where formerly Balotelli asked Why ever me? now he was instead turn left meditate Why never me? He averaged fewer than 13 times on the pitch in his first eight league games back from trauma, and failed to record a single aim or assist.

Mihajlovic was unsympathetic to propositions that Balotelli necessitated more substantial opportunities to make an impact. The number of minutes you have on the pitching do not thing, said the manager. You can be decisive even in five. He needs to show me that he has feeling and desire.

That final feeling was its most important one. Innovated for the succumbing instants of a 2-1 win over Genoa, Balotelli had been asked to lead the defensive endeavor from the figurehead but never broke out of a move. Merely a late intervention from Milans athletic manager, Antonio Bovenzi, deterred a frenzied Mihajlovic from storming over to make an example of his striker at full-time.

Sinisa Mihajlovic alleged Mario Balotelli is not yet amply fit. Photograph: Elisabetta Baracchi/ EPA

And yet, after Niang marred his ankle in a car accident last week, it was Balotelli to whom the manager grew. He may or may not be the most obvious selection. Jrmy Mnez, Milans preceding scorer in 2014 -1 5, has invested most of this season recuperating from a hernia of his own but started alongside Balotelli in the Coppa Italia semi-final second leg against Alessandria on Tuesday. The Frenchman touched a pair of goals during what became a 5-0 rout.

Balotelli grabbed one just as he had be done in order to the reverse fixture but his rendition again shortage dynamism or verve. Various newspapers determined him as the most difficult participate in a red-and-black shirt.

Mihajlovic persisted, selecting Balotelli to start alongside Bacca in Sundays match away to Sassuolo. Unlike third-tier Alessandria, these rivals were strong enough to give Milan real concerns. Just six points behind the Rossoneri at kick-off, Sassuolo had won both home editions of this fixture since their promotion to the top-flight in 2013.

They would soon make it three out of three. After taking the extend through a beautifully taken destination from Alfred Duncan in the 27 th instant, Sassuolo never looked at risk of going pegged back. Nicola Sansone shaped the score 2-0 under contentious situations late on, his team-mate Davide Biondini fortunate not to have been penalise for a pollute on Andrea Bertolacci in the buildup, but Milans legitimate grievances over that incident could not mask their own drawbacks in attack.

Balotelli and Bacca never appeared in sync as partnership agreements, the former is inadequate to fill wide cavities and give junctions as Niang might. If the lack of cohesion was comprehensible, given the two players scant ordeal of playing together, then Balotellis indifferent body language and failure to impose himself on his own terms were harder to justify. He did not touch the dance once in Sassuolos penalty country, and was subbed off in the 55 th minute.

His replacement, Mnez, did not fare much better. Mihajlovic claimed subsequentlies that neither player is hitherto at full fitness, but that disagreement is becoming harder to immerse. Almost two months have gone by since Balotelli moved his first post-injury illusion, against Fiorentina. This was the first tournament pair he had started since then, and likewise the first one Milan have lost.

We cannot accuse his conflicts on extra-curricular distractions. With the exception of one crude gesture made towards Napoli supporters who collected outside Milans hotel to abuse him last-place month, Balotellis behaviour has been beyond reproach. He has saved his head down, bided out of the gossip line and adhered diligently to riders Milan be incorporated in his contract governing conduct, social media use and even personal grooming.

But the cold reality is that he has achieved little on the tone so far to reassure Milan that this relationship was worth revitalizing. He had recently 10 competitions left in which to do so, and is unlikely to play in all of those unless his actions sharpen up swiftly.

Balotelli may experience annoyed by the timing of his hernia, which cost him force at a time when the picture was beginning to look a little more positive. He would not be the first lonely soul, though, has found that the success or flop of any love affair can come down to a matter of timing.

Talking points

No change at the top, with Juventus maintaining their three-point produce over Napoli after both teams won. The Partenopei will be happy to have Gonzalo Higuan back among the goals after recent overblown reactions to the striker leading four recreations without one. None was more liable on that figurehead, of course, than Napolis owner, Aurelio De Laurentiis, who were of the view that Higuan needed to lose a kilo and a half in order to get back to his early season formation. Was there more to such a comment than a clumsy attempt to motivate a stellar participate? Knowing De Laurentiis, you surely would not bet against it. He has been at loggerheads with Higuan for some time over the players refusal to extend a contract which ranges to 2018, and there was a smell here of the public reviews he levelled against Ezequiel Lavezzi and Edinson Cavani before the latter are each sell off Paris Saint-Germain.

Gianluigi Buffon has not let in a Serie A destination for 836 instants. Image: Giorgio Perottino/ Reuters

Another clean sheet for Gigi Buffon, who has now disappeared 836 instants without admitting a goal in Serie A, establishing his the third-longest such streak in its own history of the Italian top flight. The only actors left to overtake are Dino Zoff, who lasted 903 hours in 1972 -7 3, and Sebastiano Rossi, who exited 929 hours for Milan in 1993 -9 4. It is no foregone conclusion that Buffon will catch them; next up for Juventus are Sassuolo, who have won three directly. The Old Lady wobbled for a spell against Atalanta on Sunday, and there was a period – before Mario Lemina gave the game beyond doubt with this excellent goal – when even the succes was searching far away from secure at 1-0.

Could Roma hitherto have a say in the claim race? An eight part spread to commanders Juventus will not be easily bridged, but Luciano Spallettis side have at least demonstrated themselves as the next challenger in line behind Napoli after blowing away Fiorentina on Friday. The Giallorossi have now won seven straight-from-the-shoulder in the conference and the tempo of Mohamed Salah and Stephan El Shaarawy exclusively examined more devastating this week with Diego Perotti drawing the fibres in a No10 role.

The relegation scrap just got a whole lot tighter, with only one point dispersing Palermo and Frosinone after the Sicilians lost to Inter and the Canarini acquired at home to Udinese. Where Palermo are without a triumph in seven coincides, Frosinone have won half of their last-place six.

Verona, though, might be finished when he was threshed 3-0 at home to Sampdoria – who are finally putting some distance( or, at the least, some more squads) between themselves and the relegation zone.

Results: Atalanta 0-2 Juventus, Bologna 0-0 Carpi, Frosinone 2-0 Udinese, Genoa 1-0 Empoli, Inter 3-1 Palermo, Napoli 3-1 Chievo, Roma 4-1 Fiorentina, Sassuolo 2-0 Milan, Torino 1-1 Lazio, Verona 0-3 Sampdoria

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Injury may have impeded Mario Balotellis return to Milan, but his attitude on the tar – rather than off it – has led to more the issue of his wasted talent

He is to say situations would be different. He told us he had changed his courses. Mario Balotelli told us all the words he thought we might want to hear as he rejoined Milanon loan this summer. Ive learned from my misunderstandings, he did. Ill grant everything. At one point, he even informed Gazzetta dello Sport that: I used to be a boy named Mario, but now Im Mario the man.

If he clanged like a spurned love trying to win back a lost spouses acceptance, then perhaps thats exactly what he was. Balotelli had adored Milan since he was a child, and was not the first to frame the relations between the two countries in romantic expressions. Adriano Galliani announced the strikers imminent return last-place August by telling reporters: Some affections never end.

The Rossoneris chief executive is notorious for his willingness to arouse old-time liaisons. Such players as Andriy Shevchenko, Ruud Gullit, Kak and Roberto Donadoni have varied the golf-club under his stewardship, only to proceed afterwards in their careers. None had already been recaptured anything like their best organize during their second stints with the team.

So why fus with Balotelli? He had never sparkled as brightly as the aforementioned wizards in the first instance. His ten-strike charge for Milan was robust with 26 goals tallied in 43 tournament images and hitherto he had faded following a bright initial six-month trance. It was Balotelli who salvaged a third-place finish for Milan after joining in January 2013, but he too who obtained 10 yellow placards and one red-faced while cutting a tetchy and isolated illustration during the following campaign.

Since then, he had weathered a dreadful time at Liverpool tallying only a single Premier League goal and falling behind Rickie Lambert in the pecking order. Milan fans were not exactly stirring for his recall. In information, there used to be whistlings at San Siro when Balotellis name was announced amongst the equivalents for the home opener against Empoli.

But there was some technique to Gallianis madness. Balotelli, unlike those previous high-profile returnees, was still in his mid-2 0s. Besides, this was only a loan with no cost fixed. In gist, Milan were going a risk-free experiment of a participate they had sold for 16 m a year earlier, and whose better seasons could still lie ahead.

The golf-clubs new administrator, additionally, had an existing relationship with Balotelli. Sinisa Mihajlovic had been an deputy at Inter back when the player was emerging from the Nerazzurris youth team. A private find was arranged between them before Milan signed off on the deal.

You will need to be the first to arrive and the last to leave, Mihajlovic was reported to have told Balotelli. You must ever give your all, otherwise I will make sure you find your suitcases waiting outside the gates of Milanello.

Balotelli seemed to have taken that word on board. He put in a swashbuckling cameo off the bench during a derby demolish to Inter before commemorating his first start with a fine free-kick destination to open the scoring in a 3-2 win over Udinese.

Just when his stellar was in the dominance, though, he was sidelined by a athletics hernia. The harm, which turned out to require an operation, took Balotelli out of action from September right through to mid-January.

When Balotelli reverted, he discovered that he was no longer needed. After a difficult firstly half to the season, Mihajlovic has at last received an attacking partnership that worked, MBaye Niangs range and readiness to float out and serve intersections from either side reaching him the perfect foil to Carlos Baccas penalty-box prowling.

Milan went nine recreations without defeat, surging back into the hasten for European regions. Where formerly Balotelli asked Why ever me? now he was instead turn left meditate Why never me? He averaged fewer than 13 times on the pitch in his first eight league games back from trauma, and failed to record a single aim or assist.

Mihajlovic was unsympathetic to propositions that Balotelli necessitated more substantial opportunities to make an impact. The number of minutes you have on the pitching do not thing, said the manager. You can be decisive even in five. He needs to show me that he has feeling and desire.

That final feeling was its most important one. Innovated for the succumbing instants of a 2-1 win over Genoa, Balotelli had been asked to lead the defensive endeavor from the figurehead but never broke out of a move. Merely a late intervention from Milans athletic manager, Antonio Bovenzi, deterred a frenzied Mihajlovic from storming over to make an example of his striker at full-time.

Sinisa Mihajlovic alleged Mario Balotelli is not yet amply fit. Photograph: Elisabetta Baracchi/ EPA

And yet, after Niang marred his ankle in a car accident last week, it was Balotelli to whom the manager grew. He may or may not be the most obvious selection. Jrmy Mnez, Milans preceding scorer in 2014 -1 5, has invested most of this season recuperating from a hernia of his own but started alongside Balotelli in the Coppa Italia semi-final second leg against Alessandria on Tuesday. The Frenchman touched a pair of goals during what became a 5-0 rout.

Balotelli grabbed one just as he had be done in order to the reverse fixture but his rendition again shortage dynamism or verve. Various newspapers determined him as the most difficult participate in a red-and-black shirt.

Mihajlovic persisted, selecting Balotelli to start alongside Bacca in Sundays match away to Sassuolo. Unlike third-tier Alessandria, these rivals were strong enough to give Milan real concerns. Just six points behind the Rossoneri at kick-off, Sassuolo had won both home editions of this fixture since their promotion to the top-flight in 2013.

They would soon make it three out of three. After taking the extend through a beautifully taken destination from Alfred Duncan in the 27 th instant, Sassuolo never looked at risk of going pegged back. Nicola Sansone shaped the score 2-0 under contentious situations late on, his team-mate Davide Biondini fortunate not to have been penalise for a pollute on Andrea Bertolacci in the buildup, but Milans legitimate grievances over that incident could not mask their own drawbacks in attack.

Balotelli and Bacca never appeared in sync as partnership agreements, the former is inadequate to fill wide cavities and give junctions as Niang might. If the lack of cohesion was comprehensible, given the two players scant ordeal of playing together, then Balotellis indifferent body language and failure to impose himself on his own terms were harder to justify. He did not touch the dance once in Sassuolos penalty country, and was subbed off in the 55 th minute.

His replacement, Mnez, did not fare much better. Mihajlovic claimed subsequentlies that neither player is hitherto at full fitness, but that disagreement is becoming harder to immerse. Almost two months have gone by since Balotelli moved his first post-injury illusion, against Fiorentina. This was the first tournament pair he had started since then, and likewise the first one Milan have lost.

We cannot accuse his conflicts on extra-curricular distractions. With the exception of one crude gesture made towards Napoli supporters who collected outside Milans hotel to abuse him last-place month, Balotellis behaviour has been beyond reproach. He has saved his head down, bided out of the gossip line and adhered diligently to riders Milan be incorporated in his contract governing conduct, social media use and even personal grooming.

But the cold reality is that he has achieved little on the tone so far to reassure Milan that this relationship was worth revitalizing. He had recently 10 competitions left in which to do so, and is unlikely to play in all of those unless his actions sharpen up swiftly.

Balotelli may experience annoyed by the timing of his hernia, which cost him force at a time when the picture was beginning to look a little more positive. He would not be the first lonely soul, though, has found that the success or flop of any love affair can come down to a matter of timing.

Talking points

No change at the top, with Juventus maintaining their three-point produce over Napoli after both teams won. The Partenopei will be happy to have Gonzalo Higuan back among the goals after recent overblown reactions to the striker leading four recreations without one. None was more liable on that figurehead, of course, than Napolis owner, Aurelio De Laurentiis, who were of the view that Higuan needed to lose a kilo and a half in order to get back to his early season formation. Was there more to such a comment than a clumsy attempt to motivate a stellar participate? Knowing De Laurentiis, you surely would not bet against it. He has been at loggerheads with Higuan for some time over the players refusal to extend a contract which ranges to 2018, and there was a smell here of the public reviews he levelled against Ezequiel Lavezzi and Edinson Cavani before the latter are each sell off Paris Saint-Germain.

Gianluigi Buffon has not let in a Serie A destination for 836 instants. Image: Giorgio Perottino/ Reuters

Another clean sheet for Gigi Buffon, who has now disappeared 836 instants without admitting a goal in Serie A, establishing his the third-longest such streak in its own history of the Italian top flight. The only actors left to overtake are Dino Zoff, who lasted 903 hours in 1972 -7 3, and Sebastiano Rossi, who exited 929 hours for Milan in 1993 -9 4. It is no foregone conclusion that Buffon will catch them; next up for Juventus are Sassuolo, who have won three directly. The Old Lady wobbled for a spell against Atalanta on Sunday, and there was a period – before Mario Lemina gave the game beyond doubt with this excellent goal – when even the succes was searching far away from secure at 1-0.

Could Roma hitherto have a say in the claim race? An eight part spread to commanders Juventus will not be easily bridged, but Luciano Spallettis side have at least demonstrated themselves as the next challenger in line behind Napoli after blowing away Fiorentina on Friday. The Giallorossi have now won seven straight-from-the-shoulder in the conference and the tempo of Mohamed Salah and Stephan El Shaarawy exclusively examined more devastating this week with Diego Perotti drawing the fibres in a No10 role.

The relegation scrap just got a whole lot tighter, with only one point dispersing Palermo and Frosinone after the Sicilians lost to Inter and the Canarini acquired at home to Udinese. Where Palermo are without a triumph in seven coincides, Frosinone have won half of their last-place six.

Verona, though, might be finished when he was threshed 3-0 at home to Sampdoria – who are finally putting some distance( or, at the least, some more squads) between themselves and the relegation zone.

Results: Atalanta 0-2 Juventus, Bologna 0-0 Carpi, Frosinone 2-0 Udinese, Genoa 1-0 Empoli, Inter 3-1 Palermo, Napoli 3-1 Chievo, Roma 4-1 Fiorentina, Sassuolo 2-0 Milan, Torino 1-1 Lazio, Verona 0-3 Sampdoria

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Injury may have impeded Mario Balotellis return to Milan, but his attitude on the tar – rather than off it – has led to more the issue of his wasted talent

He is to say situations would be different. He told us he had changed his courses. Mario Balotelli told us all the words he thought we might want to hear as he rejoined Milanon loan this summer. Ive learned from my misunderstandings, he did. Ill grant everything. At one point, he even informed Gazzetta dello Sport that: I used to be a boy named Mario, but now Im Mario the man.

If he clanged like a spurned love trying to win back a lost spouses acceptance, then perhaps thats exactly what he was. Balotelli had adored Milan since he was a child, and was not the first to frame the relations between the two countries in romantic expressions. Adriano Galliani announced the strikers imminent return last-place August by telling reporters: Some affections never end.

The Rossoneris chief executive is notorious for his willingness to arouse old-time liaisons. Such players as Andriy Shevchenko, Ruud Gullit, Kak and Roberto Donadoni have varied the golf-club under his stewardship, only to proceed afterwards in their careers. None had already been recaptured anything like their best organize during their second stints with the team.

So why fus with Balotelli? He had never sparkled as brightly as the aforementioned wizards in the first instance. His ten-strike charge for Milan was robust with 26 goals tallied in 43 tournament images and hitherto he had faded following a bright initial six-month trance. It was Balotelli who salvaged a third-place finish for Milan after joining in January 2013, but he too who obtained 10 yellow placards and one red-faced while cutting a tetchy and isolated illustration during the following campaign.

Since then, he had weathered a dreadful time at Liverpool tallying only a single Premier League goal and falling behind Rickie Lambert in the pecking order. Milan fans were not exactly stirring for his recall. In information, there used to be whistlings at San Siro when Balotellis name was announced amongst the equivalents for the home opener against Empoli.

But there was some technique to Gallianis madness. Balotelli, unlike those previous high-profile returnees, was still in his mid-2 0s. Besides, this was only a loan with no cost fixed. In gist, Milan were going a risk-free experiment of a participate they had sold for 16 m a year earlier, and whose better seasons could still lie ahead.

The golf-clubs new administrator, additionally, had an existing relationship with Balotelli. Sinisa Mihajlovic had been an deputy at Inter back when the player was emerging from the Nerazzurris youth team. A private find was arranged between them before Milan signed off on the deal.

You will need to be the first to arrive and the last to leave, Mihajlovic was reported to have told Balotelli. You must ever give your all, otherwise I will make sure you find your suitcases waiting outside the gates of Milanello.

Balotelli seemed to have taken that word on board. He put in a swashbuckling cameo off the bench during a derby demolish to Inter before commemorating his first start with a fine free-kick destination to open the scoring in a 3-2 win over Udinese.

Just when his stellar was in the dominance, though, he was sidelined by a athletics hernia. The harm, which turned out to require an operation, took Balotelli out of action from September right through to mid-January.

When Balotelli reverted, he discovered that he was no longer needed. After a difficult firstly half to the season, Mihajlovic has at last received an attacking partnership that worked, MBaye Niangs range and readiness to float out and serve intersections from either side reaching him the perfect foil to Carlos Baccas penalty-box prowling.

Milan went nine recreations without defeat, surging back into the hasten for European regions. Where formerly Balotelli asked Why ever me? now he was instead turn left meditate Why never me? He averaged fewer than 13 times on the pitch in his first eight league games back from trauma, and failed to record a single aim or assist.

Mihajlovic was unsympathetic to propositions that Balotelli necessitated more substantial opportunities to make an impact. The number of minutes you have on the pitching do not thing, said the manager. You can be decisive even in five. He needs to show me that he has feeling and desire.

That final feeling was its most important one. Innovated for the succumbing instants of a 2-1 win over Genoa, Balotelli had been asked to lead the defensive endeavor from the figurehead but never broke out of a move. Merely a late intervention from Milans athletic manager, Antonio Bovenzi, deterred a frenzied Mihajlovic from storming over to make an example of his striker at full-time.

Sinisa Mihajlovic alleged Mario Balotelli is not yet amply fit. Photograph: Elisabetta Baracchi/ EPA

And yet, after Niang marred his ankle in a car accident last week, it was Balotelli to whom the manager grew. He may or may not be the most obvious selection. Jrmy Mnez, Milans preceding scorer in 2014 -1 5, has invested most of this season recuperating from a hernia of his own but started alongside Balotelli in the Coppa Italia semi-final second leg against Alessandria on Tuesday. The Frenchman touched a pair of goals during what became a 5-0 rout.

Balotelli grabbed one just as he had be done in order to the reverse fixture but his rendition again shortage dynamism or verve. Various newspapers determined him as the most difficult participate in a red-and-black shirt.

Mihajlovic persisted, selecting Balotelli to start alongside Bacca in Sundays match away to Sassuolo. Unlike third-tier Alessandria, these rivals were strong enough to give Milan real concerns. Just six points behind the Rossoneri at kick-off, Sassuolo had won both home editions of this fixture since their promotion to the top-flight in 2013.

They would soon make it three out of three. After taking the extend through a beautifully taken destination from Alfred Duncan in the 27 th instant, Sassuolo never looked at risk of going pegged back. Nicola Sansone shaped the score 2-0 under contentious situations late on, his team-mate Davide Biondini fortunate not to have been penalise for a pollute on Andrea Bertolacci in the buildup, but Milans legitimate grievances over that incident could not mask their own drawbacks in attack.

Balotelli and Bacca never appeared in sync as partnership agreements, the former is inadequate to fill wide cavities and give junctions as Niang might. If the lack of cohesion was comprehensible, given the two players scant ordeal of playing together, then Balotellis indifferent body language and failure to impose himself on his own terms were harder to justify. He did not touch the dance once in Sassuolos penalty country, and was subbed off in the 55 th minute.

His replacement, Mnez, did not fare much better. Mihajlovic claimed subsequentlies that neither player is hitherto at full fitness, but that disagreement is becoming harder to immerse. Almost two months have gone by since Balotelli moved his first post-injury illusion, against Fiorentina. This was the first tournament pair he had started since then, and likewise the first one Milan have lost.

We cannot accuse his conflicts on extra-curricular distractions. With the exception of one crude gesture made towards Napoli supporters who collected outside Milans hotel to abuse him last-place month, Balotellis behaviour has been beyond reproach. He has saved his head down, bided out of the gossip line and adhered diligently to riders Milan be incorporated in his contract governing conduct, social media use and even personal grooming.

But the cold reality is that he has achieved little on the tone so far to reassure Milan that this relationship was worth revitalizing. He had recently 10 competitions left in which to do so, and is unlikely to play in all of those unless his actions sharpen up swiftly.

Balotelli may experience annoyed by the timing of his hernia, which cost him force at a time when the picture was beginning to look a little more positive. He would not be the first lonely soul, though, has found that the success or flop of any love affair can come down to a matter of timing.

Talking points

No change at the top, with Juventus maintaining their three-point produce over Napoli after both teams won. The Partenopei will be happy to have Gonzalo Higuan back among the goals after recent overblown reactions to the striker leading four recreations without one. None was more liable on that figurehead, of course, than Napolis owner, Aurelio De Laurentiis, who were of the view that Higuan needed to lose a kilo and a half in order to get back to his early season formation. Was there more to such a comment than a clumsy attempt to motivate a stellar participate? Knowing De Laurentiis, you surely would not bet against it. He has been at loggerheads with Higuan for some time over the players refusal to extend a contract which ranges to 2018, and there was a smell here of the public reviews he levelled against Ezequiel Lavezzi and Edinson Cavani before the latter are each sell off Paris Saint-Germain.

Gianluigi Buffon has not let in a Serie A destination for 836 instants. Image: Giorgio Perottino/ Reuters

Another clean sheet for Gigi Buffon, who has now disappeared 836 instants without admitting a goal in Serie A, establishing his the third-longest such streak in its own history of the Italian top flight. The only actors left to overtake are Dino Zoff, who lasted 903 hours in 1972 -7 3, and Sebastiano Rossi, who exited 929 hours for Milan in 1993 -9 4. It is no foregone conclusion that Buffon will catch them; next up for Juventus are Sassuolo, who have won three directly. The Old Lady wobbled for a spell against Atalanta on Sunday, and there was a period – before Mario Lemina gave the game beyond doubt with this excellent goal – when even the succes was searching far away from secure at 1-0.

Could Roma hitherto have a say in the claim race? An eight part spread to commanders Juventus will not be easily bridged, but Luciano Spallettis side have at least demonstrated themselves as the next challenger in line behind Napoli after blowing away Fiorentina on Friday. The Giallorossi have now won seven straight-from-the-shoulder in the conference and the tempo of Mohamed Salah and Stephan El Shaarawy exclusively examined more devastating this week with Diego Perotti drawing the fibres in a No10 role.

The relegation scrap just got a whole lot tighter, with only one point dispersing Palermo and Frosinone after the Sicilians lost to Inter and the Canarini acquired at home to Udinese. Where Palermo are without a triumph in seven coincides, Frosinone have won half of their last-place six.

Verona, though, might be finished when he was threshed 3-0 at home to Sampdoria – who are finally putting some distance( or, at the least, some more squads) between themselves and the relegation zone.

Results: Atalanta 0-2 Juventus, Bologna 0-0 Carpi, Frosinone 2-0 Udinese, Genoa 1-0 Empoli, Inter 3-1 Palermo, Napoli 3-1 Chievo, Roma 4-1 Fiorentina, Sassuolo 2-0 Milan, Torino 1-1 Lazio, Verona 0-3 Sampdoria

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