shining my boots

Military Blood

Originally posted by hiname-rg



Anonymous asked:

Hey love your stuff! Do you think you could do a bucky x reader where she’s a soldier and is related to the howling commandos by some relative?

Characters: Bucky x reader, Steve Rogers, Dum Dum Dugan (mentioned)

Summary: Bucky is dragged to an army base to help Steve recruit a soldier for Hill who wants to train someone in intelligence. While watching a fresh batch of army recruits, Bucky can’t help but feel uncomfortable back in an army base, and it doesn’t help that their new recruit is a beautiful woman, but a ghost from Bucky’s past.

Warnings: Swearing, making out???, flirty Bucky

Words: 3627

A/N: I love this idea! Thanks to the anon who requested it, hope you enjoy this xo

Walking along the military base felt wrong to Bucky after so many years. It hadn’t been his idea to come, he’d dragged along at Steve’s request, practically begging him to help out with the newest assignment. Bucky had ever so reluctantly agreed to join as a favour, but was now marching the grounds of an army base feeling like a puzzle piece that didn’t quite belong.

“Remind me again why we’re here?” Bucky asked, tugging down his left sleeve even further to conceal his metal limb from view.

“Pretty simple,” Steve said, “Fury wants us to recruit a soldier.”

“Why?” Bucky asked, what possible use would the Avengers have for a soldier?

“So Hill can move someone up through intelligence.”

“So we’re here to recruit a spy?”

“I guess.”

Bucky hummed in acknowledgement, but was of course distracted by the fact that he felt like he was walking through a distant dream. Everything about the camp was so familiar, but felt just out of reach. He listened to drill sergeants yelling commands, heard huffs of effort from the mouths of those doing push ups, and felt the ground shake with the stomping of boots on the dirt paths.

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Different Ways to Love {Peter Pan x Reader}

Originally posted by pans-dreamshade-of-neverland

Author: Joi A. Wade 

Requested: Anonymously, #9 and #38, hope you enjoy it! 

Summary: Loves comes in many shapes and forms, in a good way or very very bad way.

Life in Neverland isn’t how they said it is, like in the stories books I read by candle light. I used to live in an orphanage back in Storybrooke. I don’t have much to complain about, my life was okay for a lost child with no memory of her family. I was fed, had a nice, warm place to sleep, a few friends…what was the problem you ask? I was 17 years old in that orphanage. What adult would adopt another adult, right? 

To make a long story into a short one, one night when it was lights out I heard…some kind of flute, I want to call it. It was as if it was calling to me, begging for me to follow it. Once I did, a pitch black shadow brought me here. For the reason? Apparently, being a lost child qualifies being a lost boy around here as well…or girl, mind you. 

I thought being the first lost girl would be like a bumpy car ride. Boy, was I wrong. It’s way worse than that. First, it started with teasing, then insults, then eventually physical harassment. I got to be honest…if it wasn’t for Pan, I would-

“Y/n! Get your lazy bum out of bed! You’ve got work to do!” 

Sighing heavily, I slowly rise from slumber. If it wasn’t for Pan, I would leave this shit-hole. Pardon my language. 

“Y/n!” Pan, without any courtesy, came barging into my tent. I’m just as surprised as you are that he would allow me my own tent, but if I complain he’ll just send me back to that awful cage. “What did I say? Did you not hear me?”

Mentally rolling my eyes, I chose to ignore him today. Be better for my health and his anyway. All he’s done ever since I’ve got here was boss me around, give me impossible tasks, and if I even THINK about going against his wishes, it’s a punishment or to the cage for me. I’ve asked him if I could just leave countless times, and countless times his answer was no.

“Are you just going to ignore me, love?” He raised an eyebrow, a small smirk placed upon his face. How I hate those stupid eyebrows…always so perfectly arched…why can’t mine end up like that?

“Are you gonna watch me get dressed, or are you gonna leave so I can?” I sassed, already done with this conversation.

“Is that an invitation?” His smirk grew, taking a step closer.

“Beat it, eyebrows.” I pointed to the exit of my tent. Pan’s smirk disappeared, his forest green eyes turning a few shades darker. He took more steps towards me, making more nervous then I already was. That hint of confidence I had a while ago? Gone in under two seconds, just like that.

Pan grabbed my forearms, tightly, staring deeply into my (e/c) eyes. I could feel his warm breath fan over my face, as his jaw clenched.

“You. Don’t. Talk to me that way. You understand?” He said through clenched teeth, practically growling at me. I was slightly shaking, a timid nod as my response. “Good. Get dressed.” He let go, possibly leaving little bruises.

He walked over to the exit of my tent, not before getting one last sentence in.

“Oh and love? Be prepared. Today is going to be quite a day for you.”

I finally finished the last of the laundry. Apparently Pan takes this ‘New Mother’ title for me to a new level. I had to make lunch, prepare the firewood for the bonfire tonight, and even made me special shine his stupid boots! My bones were soar to no end, my head was spinning, and my hands looked like a granny’s behind! 

“Oh would you take a look at this, my dear friend,” Pan spoke behind you, accompanied with someone. 

“Why yes, Pan, Y/n finished her chores.” Felix. What a surprise. 

“All done already, love?” Pan slowly strides in my direction, circling my finished and clean clothes. 

“Yep. I’ve done everything you’ve asked, can I take a break now?”

Pan gazed at me as if I just grew a second head, then his sinister smirk played on his rosy lips.

“Why would you do that?” Pan placed his foot on the basket closest to him, knocking it over. “You’ve missed a spot, love.” His smirk grew bigger, but I was quick to wipe it off. I didn’t even think fast enough, before I heard a loud smack echo across the forest, and saw a startled Felix and an even more startled Pan, as he held his now red cheek. 

I even startled myself as I looked at my now reddish hand. But once I took one last glance at the knocked over clothes, my shock turned into anger. 

“You’ve got some nerve Pan…some great big jingle bells to treat me this way. You think you’re better than me, huh?” I glared, my breathing getting heavy with the adrenaline in my blood.

If looks could kill, I would be six-feet under by now, but I could care less at this moment. Pan rubbed his cheek, looking over at Felix, giving him a signal. I’m guessing that signal is to leave. Taking a deep breath, Pan slowly made his way over to you.


“Don’t come any closer, Pan.” I threatened, pulling out one of the daggers he gave to me a while back.

“Y/n, listen-”

“Why are you so determined to make my life miserable?” I whispered, venom dripping from my voice.

Pan gave me a look, finally just a few steps away from me, as he ran his hand threw his fluffy hair…why am I complimenting it?

“That’s what you think I…?” Pan started but stopped himself, a look of realization flashed his face. He sighed, using that dark magic of his to discard my weapon, and basically appearing so close to me, that his body heat was colliding with mine. 

Before I could react in time, he cupped my face with both hands, bringing me into the most gentlest kiss in my life. It seemed a little clumsy at first, when I slowly started to kiss back, it felt more natural. Felt more…right.

Once he pulled away, his thumb brushed over my lower lip, a genuine smile on his face. But a sudden glow surrounded him. It was such a beautiful glow, it made him look…godly. He seemed to notice, a look of confusion and shock on his face. Pan looked at me one last time, his mouth agape in awe as he stares at the glow around him. 

“T-That’s…not possible.” Pan was shaking with joy, a huge grin on his lips.

“What? What is it?”

“I-I..know this isn’t a good time to say this but…I love you, Y/n.”

To say I was shocked is an understatement. But overjoyed to hear this made my heart leap. 

“ were so hurtful to me these past weeks, I don’t-”

“I apologize deeply for my actions, love, I just…wanted to toughen you up a bit, that’s all. And look, it worked,” Pan gestured to his cheek that still had the slap mark. “I might not be prince charming, but…I can be your lost boy.” Pan moved a piece of hair out of my face, showing my smile perfectly.

Chuckling slightly, I wrapped my arms around his torso, hugging him tightly. Rising up a little, I connected our lips, sharing such a tender kiss. 

“I love you, too, Pan.”

He chuckles, holding my face in his hands, as his thumbs rubbed over my cheeks, admiring me a little. 

“Please, love. Call me Peter.”

| masterlist |


❛ Let’s all put on a folk hat and learn something about a foreign culture! ❜
❛ By the way, that’s a shame about your face. ❜
❛ There’s nothing the matter with my face. I got character! ❜
❛ It’s really wild, but I’m-I’m afraid that I’m not gonna fit in here.  ❜
❛ Well, what have we here? ❜
❛ The first square to ever set foot in Turkey Point. ❜
❛ Don’t you got tits? Stick ‘em out, for God’s sake! ❜
❛ The first thing a Cry-Baby girl learns: our bazooms are our weapons! ❜
❛ I wouldn’t be caught dead in a full skirt. ❜
❛ Think I got what it takes? ❜
❛ They’re both dead. I’m an orphan! ❜
❛ I wanna let you, but I can’t, for my parent’s sake. ❜
❛ But no wonder we’re together, honey. ❜
❛ Just on the outside of the shirt, okay? ❜
❛ I’m so tired of being good. ❜
❛ And if that’s a crime, I’ll stand convicted, ma'am. ❜
❛ That’s right. All in alphabetical order. ❜
❛ Wee, you caught me in my birthday suit, butt-naked! ❜
❛ Heavy hangs the head, that last night wore the crown. ❜
❛ Looks like somebody lost their laundry. ❜
❛ I need a date for tonight’s Jukebox Jamboree. ❜
❛ Well, I’m solo, sugar. ❜
❛  I give bare second on the first date. ❜
❛ Wanna see these gunboats? ❜
❛ Use your mentality and cool down! ❜
❛ Better watch it, bozo! You might catch a cold! ❜
❛ First one to turn the wheel before we smash is a chicken! ❜
❛ Do you know how to play the automobile game called Chicken? ❜
❛ Is that legal? ❜
❛ Stop this insanity! ❜
❛ I got some new rules, sucker!  ❜
❛ How ‘bout you and me on top of the car? ❜
❛ I’m man enough, you big cry baby! ❜
❛ I’m sorry to get you locked up!  ❜
❛ But tonight, well, you were the coolest date I ever had! ❜
❛ Why didn’t you tell me you already had a lady friend? ❜
❛ I’m burning inside to touch you, baby! ❜
❛ Everything’s the matter! ❜
❛ It’s just the thunderstorm. Heat lightening. It’s sexy. ❜
❛ It’s not sexy! Electricity makes me insane! ❜
❛ You’re the only future for this god-forsaken family. ❜
❛ I want you to go out there tonight and sing, boy/girl. ❜
❛ I want you to sing your heart out! ❜
❛ Would you just get me the fuck out of here? ❜
❛ The only place you’re going to sing is in jail. ❜
❛ You were on the radio. ❜
❛ Are you blind? It’s a lonely tear drop! ❜
❛ Now, ain’t that cute? ❜
❛ I ain’t gettin’ no haircut! ❜
❛ That’s my little snare drum. ❜
❛ First, I must apologize for my frazzled nerves. ❜
❛ However, this afternoon we were attacked by a gang of juvenile delinquents. ❜
❛ Juvenile delinquents are everywhere. ❜
❛ Hysterectomy pants, I call them. ❜
❛ Kiss me! Kiss me hard. ❜
❛ I’ve never given a French kiss before. ❜
❛ You just open your mouth, and I open mine, and we wiggle our tongues together. ❜
❛ I won’t get mononucleosis, will I? ❜
❛ I don’t take nothing from no one! ❜
❛ Boy, do I have a story for you! ❜
❛ How does it feel to be a juvenile delinquent? ❜
❛ I’ve never been so happy in my life! ❜
❛ I wouldn’t let you shine my boots!  ❜
❛ We’re gonna play some cool music for you tonight. ❜
❛ I’d kick a square’s ass for you in a minute. ❜
❛ Oh, this is the best gang my grandson could ever have! ❜
❛ There is no smoking in this courtoom. ❜
❛ I pay taxes on cigarettes, don’t I?  ❜
❛ I can sing pretty good. ❜
❛ Haven’t you ever heard of the English language? ❜
❛ I’ve been saving it up for a boy/girl like you. ❜
❛ Remember, always look both ways before crossing. ❜
❛ Don’t get all worked up honey. The punk got what he deserved. ❜
❛ I had my first cigarette before I could walk. ❜
❛ But if you leave my hive you’re gonna feel my sting. ❜
❛ What a sad vision of today’s youth. ❜
❛ I see that your parents haven’t taken the trouble to come to get you. ❜
❛ Well I ain’t here ‘cause I drive too fast. ❜
❛ You’re coming with me! ❜
❛ We’ve been together ten whole years. ❜
❛ You sang with the squares, now sing with the drape! ❜
❛ They beat me and kicked me… all because I love you. ❜
❛ I don’t want to hurt you _______. ❜
❛ I love being bad cause it sure feels good. ❜
❛ Now, I can’t let the right thing stand in my way. ❜
❛ I’m too young to have a criminal past. ❜

Melbourne Alpha's Lesson


Not having heard from MelbourneAlpha for a few months, I started hanging around the park where we first met hoping to run into him. He’s a busy, important Man, and I know he is a true Alpha who can have any fag he wants, so I understand why he doesn’t always hit me up. I mean he pretty much can step outside his door and find a fag willing to serve him within a few blocks without really trying hard to look. Have you seen the Man? He gorgeous.
So, hoping that he hadn’t forgotten me since I’m just one of many fags to him, I waited in the park several days in the bathroom. At one point I even had another Man ask me why I was there and tried to get me to service him, but I held out saying that I had another Alpha I was focused on and he had to be my top priority right now. I explained I didn’t want him to happen in on me being used by another Man and then be turned off from wanting me in the moment.
So a few days passed, and finally Melbournealpha was there. He walked in hot from running, with beads of sweat running down the fur on his chest. He looked at me and didn’t say anything. I got down on my knees in case he needed servicing right then, but he just walked past me to the urinals and released himself. Had he forgotten me entirely? I mean I can understand that. He can have his pick of the litter, so why would I stand out?
He was about to walk out, and I still hadn’t made eye contact (he’s just too beautiful to look at sometimes), when he turned back at me and said, “be at my place tomorrow evening at 8. I’d advise you not be late.”
He had remembered me!! And I was invited over!! Here I was hoping maybe I was worthy enough to lick the sweat from his chest, or perhaps be invited to clean his pits, but he was actually inviting me over. Maybe even to give me that incredible gift of his load. He’s bred me once before, and it was the highlight of my year.
So, of course, I couldn’t sleep that night with the anticipation. I actually left work early the next day. I had noticed on his gift list he had a new jock he wanted from Amazon, and I intended to tribute when I showed up. I knew where I could buy the same thing at the local store. I went, picked up my gift, and headed home to get ready.
I arrived at his place at 6, but made myself scarce in his neighborhood so I wouldn’t disturb him. At exactly 8:00 I rang his bell with gift in hand. Suddenly my palms got sweaty. What if I looked too desperate? Or needy? I came with a gift, did that make it weird? He opened the door wearing a suit from work. I could not believe how handsome he looked in his dark grey skin suit. He had on a crisp white shirt, and a tie the color of the sky. He told me to come in and to take my clothes off at the door. I handed him the gift, bashfully, and said, “SIR, this is for you from your registry. I hope it isn’t weird that I brought you something. You’re just so kind to invite me over that I wanted to show my appreciation.” And he laughed, and said “boy, it’s not weird, it’s sweet of you. And I’m glad you did this because it helps me understand something that I’ll explain later to you this evening. Now take your clothes off and go to the bedroom and sit on the floor. Don’t touch anything in there.” Of course that would be his reaction, I don’t know why I expected anything different. He’s a good Man, and understands I’m a fag trying to figure out how best to serve Men, so he’s so kind to take time and help me. I was afraid he’d laugh at me for bringing a gift, afraid it might be uncomfortable for him to accept it in person. Instead, he was gracious and kind.
I went to the bedroom, hoping that at some point soon, he would come in and fuck me. But, to my surprise, there was another guy in the room. Some fellow fag brother who had been hog tied, and left there. I said “hello,” but he didn’t answer. Perhaps he had been instructed not to. I kneeled to the floor, and suddenly realized why Melbourne Alpha had told me not to touch anything. He didn’t want me to untie my brother. The fag looked like he was in no distress, and I know Melbournealpha enough to know that this is a situation he had designed, and the fag was okay with it (not that it would matter if he weren’t, he’s a fag).
After a few minutes I heard the door buzz, and I heard another Man come in. I noticed the bound fag’s eyes light up with delight. I heard drinks being served in the next room, and after about 15 mins, both Men walked in. Melbournealpha has changed. He was wearing the jock I had bought, and black boots. The other man was still in street clothes. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t place him. Melbournealpha walked up behind me and started rubbing my hair like one would to a dog. I sat there, Melbournealpha touching me, sending chills down my spine from his warm hands, and we watched as the other Man started taking his clothes off. And holy fuck was he hot. Melbournealpha must attract other hot Alphas to him if this is one of his friends.
The other Man got down to just his boots, walked over to me, and told me to start cleaning his boots, at which point Melbournealpha grabbed my back of my neck and shoved me to the floor, spit in my face, and told me to get to work. And I did!!! I took the Alpha spit from my face and rubbed it on the Man’s boot, and licked it up. Then started spit shining his boots with my mouth and my own spit. At some point he realized it wasn’t punishment for me, but a great honor to be shared like this, and he took his boot and stepped on my face. He pressed down really hard, because later when I would get home, I’d still have track marks on my face.
Then both Men pulled me back into sitting position and told me to stay there.
Then they went to the bound fag, released his hands and feet from being tied together, but left the rest of the restraints on. Then, they had their way with him. And I mean that fag couldn’t have enjoyed it more. I was so happy I got to watch Melbournealpha and his friend being taken care of sexually. They used the ever living hell out of that boy’s ass. Each of them bred him twice, and they took turns pissing down his throat.
When they were done, Melbournealpaha walked the other Man out, then came back and released the other fag from his rest of his ropes. The fag got dressed and left, leaving me on the floor naked and Melbournealpha in boots and the jock I had just given him. He had covered his cock back up, but the head was peaking out the side. He noticed I couldn’t stop looking at it, and he readjusted, saying “we need to talk about something serious, do I need to get dressed so you can pay attention, boy? Or can you look me in the eyes while I’m all but naked?” I said “no, SIR, I can pay attention, I’m sorry. It’s just your cock is so beautiful.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, looked at me, and in a very serious tone said, “do you know why I told you to be here tonight?”
I said, “no SIR.”
“Do you know who the other Man is that was here?”
“He looks familiar, but I can’t place him, SIR.” I was starting to feel so stupid.
“He’s the Man you denied servicing into he park bathroom because you were waiting on me.”
It dawned on me! “Oh!!!! Oh, yes he was. How did you know about that, SIR?”
“Well, how do you think I knew?”
“I’d imagine he’s a friend and told you.”
“You’re correct,” he said. “He mentioned what you looked like and I knew who it was. But here’s the thing, boy, you should have serviced him regardless. If I want you, I’ll take you, it doesn’t matter if you’re servicing another Man. It’s not a deal breaker. I don’t go to that park anymore, and I never would have seen you. And I brought you here tonight to witness another fag being used. Had you simply serviced my friend that day, that could have been you with 4 Alpha loads in your ass and 2 loads of Alpha piss in your stomach. Instead you had to sit here and watch someone else get what probably would have gone to you. How did it make you feel watching another fag being used instead of you?”
By this point I was beet red from embarrassment. “Well, watching him be of service to you two was actually very exciting. While I wished it was me, the simple fact that you both were serviced so well made me happy.”
Melbournealpha smiled. “See, you’re starting to understand. And that’s why I wore the jock you gave me. It was a pleasant surprise, by the way. But you needed to not be embarrassed at offering me gifts. If you have the means to do so, you should always offer me tribute. There is no shame. Just like there is no shame in you servicing another Man who needs you if I happen to walk in on it. I know other Men need the services of fags.”
I said, “yes SIR. And thank you so much for this lesson.”
“Get dressed and go home, I have a long day tomorrow.”
I got up, went to the front door, and I put my clothes back on. I noticed the tie Melbournealpha had been wearing with the suit was sitting on top of my clothes. I folded it up, placing it on the table behind the sofa since it was closest to me.
Just as I was about to walk out, Melbournealpha came into the room and said, “bring that tie back with you next week when you come back. You’re gonna need it. Same day. Be here 30 minutes earlier.”

  • Sonic: -gets on one knee-
  • Amy: Oh my gosh! It's happening!
  • Sonic: Wait-
  • Amy: I've mentally been preparing for this moment.
  • Sonic: Amy! I'm not proposing!
  • Amy:
  • Amy:
  • Amy:
  • Amy: Are you here to shine my boots? (lifts boot to his knee)
  • Sonic: What? No!
  • Amy: Are you planning to kiss up? (lowers foot and sticks butt out)
  • Sonic: Ugh! Amy!
  • Amy: Is my shoelace untied?
  • Sonic: Amy-
  • Amy: Cause you couldn't tie the knot anyway.

@cornerdwellor265 If you’re up for it… I’d start with you cleaning my boots, long tongue strokes until my boots shined. Then I’d pull your head up until your nose was rubbing into my dick. Before I let you feel my dick in your mouth though… I use a saddle D ring, as an open mouth gag so I can fuck your skull with my meat. 

To keep things interesting and keep you from getting lazy I might need to use horse reins to flog your pretty ass before tying you over a saw horse and fucking you raw until I’ve cum once or twice. I tend to go for the second cum just to prove my endurance. If I’m feeling tired after that I might just leave you there for an hour, or maybe I’ll kick you with my boot or whip you with the reins. 

That seems like a pretty good fuck don’t you think?


MANLY SCREAMING about how cool we look in our KLK cosplays! I definitely have a lot to improve on my Inumuta cosplay, but never have I had a cosplay get so much photo love. ;-; 

Lady Satsuki / Inumuta / Photographer!

anonymous asked:

"Well lookie what we got here! Seems to me like you didn't quite understand what I meant when I said I wanted my boots shining did you?" Negan pointed out the spot right over his left foot. "Get on your hands and knees and lick that spot clean or you'll be punished." He threatened, a riding crop in his hand as he looked down at his submissive. The dom's leather glove tightening against the crop as he waited for Daryl to do as he's told. ((aintmadeforthisworld))

Daryl wasn’t new to the life style.  He’d been a sub since his 20′s.   He knew what he liked, and sometimes he would purposefully misbehave, especially when it came to crops.  He looks up at Negan giving him a challenging look before he goes back to licking his boots. He missed most of the spot again.


Close your eyes. A lover is standing too close to focus on. Leave me blurry and fall toward me with your entire body. Lie under the covers, pretending to sleep, while I’m in the other room. Imagine my legs crossed, my hair combed, the shine of my boots in the slatted light. I’m thinking My plant, his chair, the ashtray that we bought together. I’m thinking This is where we live. When we were little we made houses out of cardboard boxes. We can do anything. It’s not because our hearts are large, they’re not, it’s what we struggle with. The attempt to say Come over. Bring your friends. It’s potluck, I’m making pork chops, I’m making those long noodles you love so much. My dragonfly, my black-eyed fire, the knives in the kitchen are singing for blood, but we are the crossroads, my little outlaw, and this map of my heart, the landscape after cruelty which is, of course, a garden, which is a tenderness, which is a room, a lover saying Hold me tight, it’s getting cold. We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero’s shoulders and a gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but the abundance of it. The lawn drowned, the sky on fire, the gold light falling backward through the glass of every room. I’ll give you my heart to make a place for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger. Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there? The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube? We’ve read the back of the book, we know what’s going to happen. The fields burned, the land destroyed, the lovers left broken in the brown dirt. And then it’s gone.
—  Snow and Dirty Rain, Richard Siken 
what the actual fuck pedro

Pedro is an interesting case in this adaptation.

In the play, it’s easy to shrug off Beatrice’s refusal of him–your Grace is too costly to wear every day is a real thing, and she’s a grownass lady who knows what she does and does not want, and you can’t really trick someone into falling in love when all is said and done. You’re giving her an excuse to express something that’s already in action even if she’s twisted herself into knots denying it and forgetting it and pretending it’s the worst. 

But Pedro as a teenager isn’t a Don–he’s not a Your Grace. He’s just a boy Bea’s known for a really long time. He might not have been 100% serious in offering to be her prince charming, but whether or not he meant it the way it was offered, whether or not he was full of secret pining and saw his opportunity to suggest something, Bea is a girl he’s known for a really long time and she laughed in his face. Friendzoning isn’t a thing, not even a little bit. But Pedro is a boy who is used to being the Nice Guy, the Friend, and he’s bought into these false social constructs wholesale. Pedro is clearly a boy who believes that Girls are Like This and Boys are Like That. Girls are not to be trusted; boys will always have your back. Beatrice is probably a hard friend to have–as much as she’s fierce in her loyalties and her affections, she’s also unflinchingly rigid in her you’re wrong/I’m right attitudes, and “you’re not always right, you know” is loaded with the history of the friend who does not stand for opinions contrary to her own. Hero hasn’t done anything to Pedro, but you can’t tell me he’s not taking out a lot of his Bea-related issues on her and what he thinks has happened between her and Claudio.

For a grown man in a Shakespearean play, Hero’s supposed crimes are not just about besmirching his friends honor and betrayal–it’s still all gross patriarchal bullshit, but there are real consequences in his mind to marrying a woman who bangs other dudes when your brother is literally known as John the Bastard. He can justify his complicity in Hero’s humiliation by saying, I don’t want my lieutentant and friend potentially raising the spawn of some guy I shouldn’t let shine my boots. (Please note that I am not saying this is anything other than a foundation of sand on which to stand; I’m only saying that to the Shakespearean Don Pedro, he believes he has very real grounds for concern in watching Claudio marry a woman who might not be exclusively his for the breeding.) (Also this is my interpretation and I haven’t read the play in a long time, so I’m going off remembered performances and insinuations of my own.)

But Pedro in Nothing Much to Do is just a teenaged boy with literally  nothing at stake. He’s acting out of wounded pride and misguided bro-feelings. His total lack of empathy for Hero is entirely his own. That’s his misogyny, that’s his own pre-packaged bundle of issues about girls, relationships, trust, fraternity… what it means to be A Man. His brother is a toad and he should never have listened to him, nor should he have gone along with a public ritual of slut-shaming and borderline abuse. But he comes to those things with wildly misplaced antagonism, and this whole situation has given him an outlet for all that to pour out. 

Pedro’s behavior has been appalling, but it’s not coming from nowhere. It’s only being revealed, these preconceptions and animosities. He’s a boy full of wrongheaded, toxic shit about Boys vs Girls because that’s the way he sees the world, even if he doesn’t know or understand that about himself. He could have gone his whole life thinking he’s a feminist bro, but this is an insidious point of view that’s there whether he gets it or not. 

Or, I don’t know, maybe that’s just high school.

Chapter Eighty Eight

A/N: Here you go! I hope you enjoy. And as always, I very much enjoy hearing from you guys, so don’t be afraid to let me know what you think of the chapter!


It was nearly finished. After nearly a year, the renovations on Apartments 8 & 9 at Kensington Palace were just days away from being complete. The final coats of paint were being put on, the light fixtures that Alex had carefully selected were being installed, and final checks were being done by the contractor to ensure that everything was up to code. If it all went to plan, the Sussex family would be able to move into their new home in the middle of May, right around Harry and Alex’s first wedding anniversary.

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