#anyone who is curious should proceed with caution

[ao3-shenanigans]

Hey do you know dipper goes to tacobell

*deepest sigh* yes I do, unfortunately. Although I haven’t personally read it

For those unaware, Dipper goes to TacoBell is a Gravity Falls twincest fic that it’s infamous for being increasingly nasty

[heizlut]

Me & The Devil

*an alternative (and more toxic) version of the original

TW: dark content, heavy manipulation, twisted behavior, gaslighting, somnophilia, dacryphilia, proceed with caution

tags: switch yandere fem!reader, yandere dom!dottore, mostly proofread sry for any mistakes

word count: 4.5k

nsfw under the cut

a/n: this is an alternative version of the original which means some things are the same but with new additions and a different ending. both versions are equally fucked up.

check out my masterlist here!

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Who would have thought that you would be the one to bring Dottore to his knees? He would do anything and everything for you. No one can recall just when you managed to get him wrapped around your finger. You both were the objects of each other’s depraved desires whether either of you knew each other’s intentions from the start or not. It’s hard to believe that anyone could match up to Dottore’s level of twisted manipulation, but you did, deliciously so.

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You were always such a curious akademiya student; always off on your own and researching whatever you pleased. Your curiosity for the forbidden was becoming quite the talk at the akademiya. Your interest piqued when you found left over research notes from a previous student named Zandik. After asking around and getting strange looks from others, you were about to give up on your search for the man. You bumped into something hard causing you to drop the notes and files you had found and you land hard on your ass. When you looked up, you saw a tall man with blue hair wearing a mask that hid his features. You were immediately entranced by his mysterious aura.

He didn’t think much of you at first until he saw what had scattered on the ground. With a smirk, he held out his hand to you, “I apologize. I must not have been paying attention to where I was going.” You felt your heart race as your thoughts began to twist. You grabbed his hand, pretending to wince as though the pain from your fall was bit much to bear, “I should be the one to apologize. I’m the one who ran into you.” The man laughed it off and bent down to help you gather your papers to which you tried to quickly hide what they contained.

Your reaction made him raise an eyebrow under his mask, “What’s this? Do you have something to hide, little one?” You felt your face heat up at the accusation and the nickname. It felt like he could see right through you, but oh did it send delicious tingles right up your spine, “N-no.. It’s just-“ You sighed as you gathered your thoughts. “If you’d like, we could go somewhere else if you’d like to tell me about it?”, he offered with a smile that you couldn’t quite decipher. You nodded and gave a small smile in return setting your own plans in motion, “It would be nice to have someone to share this with. Thank you.”

You learned that the man was named Dottore. He listened to everything you explained with just a sly smirk on his face. The mask he wore made it hard for you to decipher his true feelings, but the fact that he had sat there and listened with some sort of intrigue to what you were saying made you feel like you were finally understood. He made no move to berate you for what you chose to have an interest in.

Little did you know that the files and notes you had found were all from him and his previous research from before he was expelled from the akademiya and changed his name. He was more than happy to entertain your curiosity. Initially, it shocked you when he offered his hand to you for the second time that day and asked if you would like to pursue your curiosities further with him as your mentor. Your shock morphed into secret satisfaction when you realized that you were getting the chance to act on your twisting thoughts. You gave him an innocent smile as you took his hand. That’s where it all began.

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At first, Dottore kept some distance from you. You didn’t like that he did this. You wanted to be desired by him in the same way that you desired him. Little by little he began to cut you off from the rest of the world without you paying it any mind. It started with him offering for you to stay one night since it had gotten late and you had carefully feigned your worry about going home alone in the dark. You held back your giddy feelings and graciously accepted to stay.

Soon it became a habit to stay with him after long days of researching and experimenting together. You had your own sleeping quarters, which you had found to be a disappointment, but you knew you could turn this in your favor. Dottore was good at hiding his true intentions and the dark things he was doing without your knowledge. He was so careful to show you only what he wanted you to see. But he didn’t know you had been doing the very same since the moment you laid eyes on him.

Next, he made an offhand comment about you just dropping out of the akademiya and studying under him full time. He had only said it when you came to his place after yet another tough day at the akademiya. You had walked in with a dark and tired look in your eyes, dropping your heavy bag to the ground with a loud thud. Dottore tilted his head slightly at your demeanor, “Would you like to share what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” His words felt like it had lit you on fire from the inside. You wanted to take what was just your typical tough day of study and craft your words in such a way that would keep you even closer to him.

You walked up to the table between the two of you and let out a dramatic sigh. You leaned forward, your elbows propped up on the table and your hand resting under your chin. You made sure to arch your back just enough to give off the appeal you wanted to portray and looked up at him innocently through your lashes. From there, you began to go on and on about how you wish you could fully pursue your true interests without interference. He listened to you intently; his eyes travelled subtly across your features, drinking them in. As soon as you finished, he told you to simply drop out and he would take care of you. You took a moment to realize your plan had worked and looked at him with such admiration when he made his suggestion. Your silence made him want to comfort you, so with his own carefully crafted words he smiled, “It’s all up to you. But just know… You’ll never reach your true potential if you’re trapped under the akademiya’s thumb.” You acted as though you were mulling over his words when in reality your fantasies were running rampant in your mind.

“I can give you everything you need. All you need to do is say the word.”, is what he said as he watched the gears turn in your head. You looked up at him in such a way that made his heart skip, “I’ll drop out. Just promise me that you’ll help me pursue what I want.” To anyone else, it would have seemed as though you meant that you wanted to pursue your true interests in your research, but in truth, your strongest pursuit was him.

The smile on his face grew as he made his promise to you. If you could see the look in his eyes without the mask obscuring your view, you would have noticed that his smile held insanity and obsession. He wanted you all to himself and he was finally getting closer to what he wanted. So were you.

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Days turned to weeks, which turned to months. You and Dottore had each other so caught up in one's web of manipulation. Both of you were none the wiser of what the other was doing. You acted as though you were dependent on him, letting him cut you off from the world. When was the last time you had been outside with the sun warming your skin? You laugh at the thought. Why would you care when you had everything you wanted right here? You would do literally anything to have Dottore all to yourself. You both kept each other close as he helped you get further along with your research. He gave you everything you wanted, no questions asked. He was oh so good to you. He never even asked for anything in return, to your own dismay...

It actually bothered you. Why wouldn't he ask anything of you? He could demand you to get on your knees for him and choke on his cock in return for what he's done for you and you'd do it happily. But he never did... You began to hint that you would like to return his many favors, but Dottore would just brush you off with a laugh and a smile saying that seeing you happy with what you were accomplishing together was more than enough. You felt conflicted at the words. They were sweet which must mean he felt something for you right? But you were also conflicted because you wanted him to just take what he wanted from you. One thing you failed to notice as the way his gaze on you would change when your back was turned from him. The way it travelled down your body, taking in every inch and curve, committing it to memory... It was dark and hungry...

You formulated a sly little plan in hopes of getting his attention. You reached up to grab a new test tube from a shelf that was just out of your reach. Making sure the little skirt you wore rose up to expose a bit of the roundness of your ass. Your breath hitched with excitement when you felt a hand touch your waist. A hard chest pressed up against your back. Hot breath on your neck... "Let me get that for you." His voice sent tingles straight to your aching cunt. Dottore had never touched you like this before... Your thoughts swirled in a frenzy in your mind. Fantasizing about him bending you over right there and fucking you senseless. You must have been silent for too long because he let out a breathy laugh, the test tube held in front of your heated face, "Aren't you going to take it, dear?" Your cunt clenched around nothing as you bit your lip and took the test tube from his hands, muttering your thanks.

His hands lingered, moving down your body. You tried to contain yourself when you swore you felt something hard poking your ass. Did he really want you as much as you wanted him? You wanted to look at him, see what kind of expression he had. You began to try and turn around only to be pushed further into the shelf, the spare glassware rattled from the impact. Dottore's sly smile that played upon his lips. The dark look in his eyes... Everything that was happening made your breath quicken. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours, huh? Anything you want to share?", he was taunting you. He wanted to push the boundaries with you. You blushed hard. You were finally getting the attention you desired but you couldn't get the words out. He stepped away from you with a small laugh, "You don't have to tell me. Your face says it all." With one last smirk, he walked away, leaving you flustered.

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Nothing else happened for awhile after that. This bothered you greatly. Fuck... You were so close to getting exactly what you wanted, yet you had to go and fuck it up by being unable to speak. But with what had happened, your fantasies ran rampant in your mind. You felt yourself grow slick with arousal as you lay in your bed. You kept replaying the way he had looked at you, the way he touched you... You let out a frustrated groan when your fingers just weren't enough to bring you over the edge. You wondered if he was laid up in his bed fantasizing about you in the way you were of him. You let yourself fall asleep, frustrated, sexually and emotionally.

Dottore stood there over your sleeping form. His cock stirring to life as he rubbed himself through his pants at just how innocent you looked as you slept. You rolled onto your back in your sleep, muttering his name. His eyes squeezed shut as he palmed himself with more pressure. You had said his name in your sleep. You must have been dreaming about him. Dottore lets out a groan of satisfaction. His sweet little student was thinking of him in their sleep... He pulled his heavy cock from his pants, pumping his length over your sleeping form. Little did he know, the slick sound of him jerking off and his soft deep grunts woke you. You opened one eye just enough to see his eyes tightly shut and his large hand wrapped around his cock. You wanted to use this to your advantage. You wanted his cum. Needed it.

You let out a soft breathy moan of his name, causing him to release all over your face with a choked groan. You did your best to act as though you were still asleep and simply dreaming of him. He smirked as he kneeled down next to you, tucking himself back into his pants. He admired how much prettier you looked with his cum splattered across your sweet face. Dottore takes his finger, running it through his release. Once he gathered enough on his finger, he gently pressed it into your slightly parted mouth. It took everything in you to not suck his finger and swirl your tongue around it to taste everything he was giving you. He hoped you would wake up with the taste of his essence still on your tongue. He removed his shirt and used it to gently wipe the remaining cum off of your face (much to your dissatisfaction). He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead and whispered, "Sweet dreams, little one."

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You woke up the next day with the taste of his cum still on your tongue. Your needy little pussy was soaked and aching to be filled by his cock. Images of Dottore touching you even more than he did that day in the lab up against the shelves, kissing your neck and down your body as his hands gripped your hips. These fantasies were eating you alive, but now you knew for sure he felt the same. Why else would he do what he did last night? You got up from your bed and make your way to the shower. Your clothes dropped to the floor and you let the water run down your body as your thoughts flood your mind. He consumed your life and you hoped you consumed his just as much. You were in so deep now, there was no going back. Not like you wanted things to end right when they had started getting good. You needed him. He needed to be yours. No one else's.

The days passed by and you felt as though you were going fucking insane. He made no new moves on you and things felt as though they took several steps back from the progress you thought you had made. Little did you know that Dottore was planning even more in his twisted mind. He was being so careful with his manipulation. Giving then pulling away. He wanted to drive you crazy and make you feel like you needed him in order to survive. He wanted your thoughts to be on him and only him. It didn't take long for you to notice him touching you more frequently. His fingers lingering as if he wanted to memorize the way you felt against his fingertips. He began pressing himself against you as he passed behind you. The feeling made you almost feral. Did he not realize your cunt was constantly soaked and dripping because of him?!

You made sure to dress a little more provocatively to keep his attention and his touches frequent. You were subtle enough to keep him guessing if you were dressing like this for him or if your style was simply changing as time when on. Archons did he hope you were doing it for him. One evening you sat across from Dottore, pushing your food around your plate with your chopsticks, caught up in thoughts of him pushing the dishes off the table and fucking you right there. He studied you curiously, wanting to pry into your sick little mind, "Is everything alright, dear? You know you can tell me anything. I'll listen." You snapped out of your dirty thoughts, looking up at him with a dazed expression. You rubbed your thighs together to ease your aching pussy, the frustration bubbling up to the surface, tired of playing fucking mind games, "What are we doing." He tilted his head slightly at your words, he sensed the frustration and wanted to push you further, "Whatever do you mean? We are research partners. I am your mentor. Does that not satisfy you?"

Your face heated up and you clenched your jaw. What was his deal? Didn't he want you like you wanted him? You took a deep breath and tried to compose yourself, "Thank you for everything you've done for me. I.. I guess I am satisfied." Before you could continue, Dottore cut you off, his palms pressed against the table as he leans over it, "Always so humble.." He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and leaned in even closer to your face. Your expression a mix of frustration and confusion. "Too bad I'm not satisfied", his tone dark. Your thoughts run wild yet again and he smirks, "Be mine. I can give you even more than what I give you now. After all... It's only fair... You owe me so much..."

You swore your pupils dilated, your breath quickened, and fuck, you were dripping. Dottore thought he was so clever for everything that had happened leading to this point. A sick smirk on his face which turns to slight confusion when your lips curl into a smile. You looked just as crazed as him. His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to decipher just what exactly was going on. Before he could ask you, you closed the gap, slamming your lips against his in a heated kiss. Dottore gasped in surprise but it slowly morphed into a low groan as you gently bit down on his bottom lip. As you finally broke away, breathing heavily, he got up and quickly made his way over to your side of the table. He grabbed your wrist pulling you up and pinned you roughly against the wall.

The look on his face should have scared you, but it only served to make you even more wild for him. Dottore pinned your wrists above your head with one hand and caressed your cheek with the other, "What a turn of events, little one..." He leaned in, his lips grazing yours as he looked into your eyes with deep intensity, "You're not going to leave me. Not now..." He paused, his tongue flicking out to lick your lips, "Not ever." You let out a breathy moan. This is all you've ever wanted. Fuck, it was finally happening. You were practically shaking against him, not to be mistaken for fear but of unbridled arousal and desperate need. "I'm yours... and you're mine", your breath danced across his lips as you spoke. You rolled your hips forward to grind against his hardness. Your words and every sensation he felt with you in that moment made him snap.

Dottore tore open your blouse, buttons flying across the room. He let go of your wrists to cup your breasts, a sick sense of pleasure washes over both of you. If only you could see the deeply depraved looks you showed the other in this moment. You bit down on your lip as he pinched and rolled your pebbled nipples between his fingertips. He couldn't get enough of every little expression you made. He wanted to see more... One hand travelled down your curves and makes its way to your aching center, moving your drenched panties to the side. He tilted his head a bit, giving you a dark smirk as he gently and slowly pressed a finger to your clit, drawing a small, frustrated whimper from you, "Your little cunt is absolutely soaked... It's just begging for me to claim it."

Your gaze danced between his eyes, lips, and down to where he was toying with your swollen clit, "It's yours to take. Always has been." Your voice a mere breath, drawing a growl from his lips as he plunged two fingers into your cunt. Tears of arousal and relief slipped down your soft cheeks, your jaw hanging open in a soundless moan. Dottore leaned forward, licking the salty tears from your cheeks. Archons, it was such a disgusting act yet it made you pulse around his digits. "Did it feel like this in your little fantasies of me?", his tone was teasing and dark. A small depraved smile tugs at your lips as you let out a breathy reply, "This is even better." There was a glint in your eyes, a dangerous one, "I need more."

You pushed him away and a stumbles slightly, caught off guard and his fingers leave you empty. You didn't care so much as you were now quickly getting to your knees and fumbling with getting his pants undone. Dottore looked down in surprise. Everything you've been doing has been throwing him off. Did his careful manipulation actually work on you to make you like this or did you play your own little games with him as well? You smirked up at him as you free his heavy cock, pumping it in your small hand. He wished he could take a picture of how you looked right then. So fucking devious, as if you planned this whole thing. He was the one who was supposed to be playing you to get what he wanted... His thoughts were interrupted when you took his length into your mouth, a rumbling groan rips from his chest as he took in the sensation of your hot mouth and your your tongue swirling around his cock.

He gripped onto your hair, tangling his fingers in it as he began thrusting into your throat. You choked, your throat tightening around his thick length made his eyes roll back, "Thaaat's it... Take it." You felt so much bliss in this moment. Your object of desire was finally where you wanted him to be. Letting him throat fuck you was just too good. You felt his grip tighten and you knew he was about to cum. You fought to gain control again, pulling away and digging your nails into his thighs. He winced slightly and let go, allowing you to remove your mouth from his throbbing cock. Dottore narrowed his eyes down at you, getting pissed at the smug look on your face as you begun to stand up, "You're not cumming unless you're filling up my cunt." Your lips grazed his as you whisper, "Breed me. Make me yours, Zandik."

That was fucking it. Hearing his real name fall from your gorgeous lips was the final straw. Dottore grabbed you harshly, pushing all the dishes from the table and onto the floor. The sound of glass breaking was barely registered by either of you as he bent you over the table. One hand pushed the middle of your back down, pressing you harder against the rough wood as the other hand lined his leaking cock up with your dripping entrance, "This is going to hurt, dear." No words could describe the absolute fucking pleasure you both felt as he forced his way inside your tight cunt. Drawn out moans fell from both of you as Dottore sank deeper into you. Once he was fully sheathed, he gripped your hair tugging your head up and using his other hand to grasp your chin so you were looking towards him, "Open your mouth." His command had you immediately obeying. He smirked as spat into your mouth, "Don't swallow. Keep it until I tell you otherwise."

You nodded, the taste of his saliva sitting on your tongue made you wish it was his cum instead. He gave your ass a harsh smack and released his grip on your hair. Your head involuntarily thrown back in pleasure from the smack and your wet pussy clenched tightly around his cock. A dark, crazed chuckles left Dottore's lips as he grabs onto the fat of your hips and begins slowly dragging his cock from your core. With just the tip left inside, he pauses, making you wiggle your hips in desperation. His grip tightens, "Ah ah, you get what I give you, little one." A whine leaves your lips, but before you could make more noise of protest, he slammed roughly into you. His pace was unwavering as tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks, trying your best not to let his saliva he had given you earlier be swallowed or fall through your lips you were struggling to keep closed.

The way your gummy walls gripped and lubed his cock was highly intoxicating to him. He was finally having his way with you and he wasn't about to let this be a one time session. Depraved thoughts clouded his mind as he fucked into you, the tip of his dick hitting your cervix, making you cry out through closed lips. Dottore's thoughts ranged from impregnating you, keeping you naked and restrained to his bed, making you free use for him and only him. What made this somewhat funny in a fucked up way was that you were thinking the exact same thing. You were so desperate for him. Just the mere thought of his name made you insane. He was snapped from his twisted musings when he felt something gush down his cock on all over the floor. The absolute crazed smile on his face would be terrifying to any outsider, but he couldn't contain his emotions at the fact that he made you squirt all over his dick.

Dottore gripped your hair tightly yet again, yanking your head up to look up at him from over your shoulder. Fuck, you were so perfect with tears running down your reddened cheeks, your mouth obediently closed to hold the saliva that he considered a fucking gift to you. From that alone, his eyes rolled back and his cock throbbed inside of you, releasing thick, hot ropes of cum right up against your cervix. After letting his orgasm subside, he opened his eyes, looking directly into your fucked out gaze, "What a good little pet you've been... You may swallow." You swallowed the spit you had been holding in your mouth, not daring to break your gaze from his. The corners of your lips tugged into a sick smile, "Now you're mine and I am yours. You're never getting rid of me."

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a/n: the long awaited alternative version is here! i wanted to do so much more with this but it would’ve ended up as a short novel. hope you all enjoyed it😘

[lizzie-queenofmeigas]

Warnings: Incest, sex allusions and dark thoughts on Rafe's part. Proceed with caution.

The sunset was a beautiful sight from the beach. The sea seemed to turn a shade of orange when the sun touched the water. Sarah loved the view. When she was a child her mother used to take her and her siblings to the beach to watch the sun set. Before she got sick.

Wheezie probably doesn't even remember it. 

The thought made her sad. Wheezie couldn't even remember what she sounded like, she told her once. She would've forgotten about her face if they didn't have pictures of her all over the house. Pictures that weren't there before, because Ward and Rose hadn't wanted them there. Before, it had been her room's or Rafe's the only places one could find a picture of Elizabeth Redfield. Other than in the attic, stored in boxes.

Sarah rested her head on Rafe shoulders. There was no one else in the beach at that time. Not for miles. No one to see them. No one to witness his arm wrapped around her shoulders or her face hiding in the crook of his neck.

"How come you never had sex before?" Rafe asked out of literally nowhere, but knowing him he probably had that in his mind for a while "I mean, you had like a million boyfriends. Not like you wouldn't have had any opportunities"

Her face heated up, a great contrast with the growing cold weather, she bit her lip.

"When I...when I get to that point I just...I feel trapped" Sarah showed her face, leaving behind the warmth of Rafe's body "I don't know. I just panic when something more than kisses happen, like they would be able to see more of me and not like it"

"And that doesn't happen with me?"

"No" she said softly "I never thought you would not like me, at least before you started avoiding me. Now I...you know me better than anyone, and I know you. It's just not the same as with any other guy. It's...more"

Rafe raised an eyebrow, amused.

"More?"

"I don't know how to explain it. Don't make fun of me!"

"I'm not" he chuckled "I'm not, I swear"

Sarah shoved him lightly, a smile on her face.

"I had many opportunities, okay? I just didn't take any of them"

I didn't want to.

"Good. Honestly, I prefer it this way"

Sarah rolled her eyes.

"Right, because women have to be pure or whatever" sarcasm dripped through her words.

"No. I'm not being sexist, okay? I'm being possessive. There's a difference. Honestly, if you were a guy, it would be more of the same. Just happy you're all mine"

Rafe turned his head to look at her. He was smiling too. He raised his hand, brushing her cheek with the tips of his fingers, and joined his lips with hers. Sarah discovered that she liked kissing him. She discovered that in the Bahamas, but had to stop herself from trying to do it again for months. There was no need for her to hold back any longer.

"We should go home" she whispered, the ghost feeling of his lips over hers "Just in case"

It was getting colder and colder, so that was a reason too.

"Yeah" he agreed, though probably for different reasons.

They were in the car, driving to Tannyhill, when she dared to ask something she knew would make her sick.

"Never asked, but I'm curious" not really, she would probably die of jealousy "Who did you lose your virginity to?"

Rafe didn't seem shocked by the question.

"I don't really remember"

"Oh, come on! That can't be your answer for everything"

"It's not. It's just...I remember bits and pieces. I was wasted. I remember she was blonde. I remember she was my age. And that I lasted a total of forty seconds" Sarah laughed  "Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want. I was fifteen!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. What else do you remember?"

"When I awoke the morning after I had a killer headache"

"A killer hangover, you mean"

"Same thing"

They arrived safely and quickly to Tannyhill. There, in their home, Wheezie awaited them sitting on the couch.

"Had fun?" she questioned, amused.

"Lots" Sarah answered "Homework?"

"Done" Wheezie sighed "You don't need to be up my ass about it"

"I'm not!" she exclaimed outraged.

Wheezie shot her a look.

"You kinda are" Sarah side-eyed Rafe "What? I'm not gonna lie. It's late, we should be in bed by now"

"Oh, come on, it's not that late"

"Wheezie..."

"Fine!"

Their sister didn't push it farther, and instead began to climb up the stairs. The moment Sarah could only see her feet, she yelled:

"Remember to be out tomorrow by lunchtime!"

"Yes, I know!"

They told her, because they didn't keep secrets, that Carla was coming over for lunch. That she was dangerous. Wheezie complained, at first, but eventually understood why they needed her away. Or got tired of arguing, which was another possibility. 

"Wanna take a shower?" Rafe was already taking off his clothes when he asked.

"Together?" Sarah blushed.

Rafe raised his eyebrows, mouth curved upwards. He thought it was funny, her shyness. And the thing about her, about them, is that she liked to prove him wrong.

He was happy. Him, Rafe Cameron, was happy. He should throw a party to celebrate the rare occasion.

Truth was, he hadn't had many moments of happiness since his mother died almost a decade ago. Sarah and Wheezie were the only good thing in his life after her death. The only thing worth living for. Until he lost her. Until he lost Sarah. At the time he told himself he was protecting her. That he shouldn't be around her, at times he still thought that. He was too violent, too obsessive, too possessive. Too broken. And Sarah...well, she was the sun.

She was light and life. Happy and bubbly, and passionate. And he loved her so much. So fucking much. He couldn't allow himself to break her. Even though he really fucking wanted to. The darkest corners of his mind had revised a million scenarios where he did just that: break her.

Haven't I already?

He thought of Sarah's tear-stained face, of her begging and pleading, as he fucked her. Of her blood on his cock the morning after. Of the fact that it was his sister whom he had fucked. His baby sister.

What kind of person did something like that?

The kind that kills people.

True, incest wasn't all that out of his league. And maybe his baby sister was almost as fucked as he was. Maybe they were made to be together. Sarah was his sister after all. His. No one else's.

Rafe checked his watch, it was almost time for Carla to arrive. Auntie Carla. He remembered a time when he and his sisters called her that. A time when their mother was alive. The past, he needed to look forward to the future. 

Sarah was in her room, sitting at the vanity table, staring at her reflection on the mirror. There was a sadness in her eyes and their mother's necklace around her neck. Rafe sighed and walked closer.

"Hey, you ready?"

She found his eyes through the mirror.

"I think so"

Rafe stroked the back of her neck with his thumb. Sarah relaxed under his touch, eyes closing.

"Looks good on you" 

He kissed her temple, watching the resolution in her eyes. As if she had been doubting whether to wear the necklace or not. Their mother's necklace.

"You think?"

"I know"

Sarah smiled at him.

"Okay"

It was once they were downstairs that they heard knocking at the door. Carla entered the house with the help of crutches and a burly man.

"Rafe!" she smiled widely when she saw him "Oh, look at you! You're all grown up now; Mr. Cameron"

"Yeah, didn't have much of a choice in the matter"

When Carla's eyes fell on Sarah, her face twisted with something akin to sadness. To melancholy. 

"And Mrs Cameron" his sister raised her eyebrows at the way of addressing her. Carla smiled tensely before turning to the burly man "Rendfield, take me to the dining room. We have business to discuss"

"Who are you?" Sarah glanced upon him distrustfully.

"This is Rendfield, my half-brother" Carla rolled her eyes, and it seemed all her strength went away with that motion for he had to help the half-brother to drag her to the dining room "Daddy had an affair. He's your cousin too. Not that it matters"

Rendfield rolled his eyes too. Rafe could see the resemblance between the two.

"Nice to meet you" Sarah smiled kindly, as she usually did "I'm Sarah"

"Yeah, I know"

"I see you're wearing your mother's jewellery. It suits you"

"Thank you"

It really fucking does.

"You two" Carla sighed as she sat on a chair "look just like her. Makes me miss her"

No one said nothing to that. Honestly, he couldn't wait for the Pogues to arrive. He didn't like talking about his mother, though Carla probably had a lot of information about her that Rafe didn't have.

"Missing her runs in the family it seems"

The table was set, steak and a bottle of wine.

"Meat?" Carla asked.

"Well, we live in an island. Too used to fish and seafood, kinda over it"

"Your mother had an affinity for meat, so I guess it makes sense you do too"

They had lunch while engaging in a small talk that annoyed the fuck out of him. The Pogues couldn't come soon enough.

Rafe poured himself some more wine. The Pogues should be there already. He heard the faint click of the backdoor opening and the no-so-faint noise of various footsteps approaching. 

Well, that is not very discreet.

"What's that noise?" Rendfield stood up, on guard.

Whatever his job was, because he was definitely not with Carla for the pleasure of her company. The Pogues blocked the entrance to the dining room, which was also the exit. Four teenagers were supposed to be threatening. They weren't. But if he knew JJ, and he did, he was carrying a gun. And Rafe was pretty sure that he could take Rendfield in a fight. 

"What is this?" Carla tried to stand up, but she stumbled back onto the chair.

"Well" Rafe took a sip of the wine "you sent my friend, Pope, and his family a threatening letter. Something about a key, whatever it is I don't really care. But they do, so why don't you just tell us what is it about?"

Carla tilted her head, surprise long gone from her face. She looked at him with squinted eyes. Rendfield didn't move, his eyes moving from one pogue to another.

"I am searching for the Cross of Santo Domingo. I'm sure the name is familiar to you"

"It's not"

"Yes, it is" Pope stepped forward "It was on board of the Royal Merchant, like the gold"

"Well, there was no cross in the well—" Kiara elbowed John B "I mean, hole, in the hole. Though maybe I missed it"

"It's a two feet tall cross, gold plated and with jewels embedded. I doubt anyone would miss it, Mr. Routledge"

"You know me?"

"I know all of you"

Well, that wasn't creepy at all.

"You investigated us?" Kiara crossed her arms, outraged.

"You all found the gold of the Royal Merchant. So many people have searched for it in the past two centuries, rich and beggars alike, yet it wad you who found it. I find that fascinating"

"Yeah, we are pretty awesome" JJ smirked.

Carla stared at him, something flashing through her face, but she seemed to reject it with a shake of her head.

"And what about the key? What is this key for? Why do you want it and why do you think my family has it?"

"Inside the Cross there is something, a shroud. A blessed one. And I need it. I need the key and the Cross to get it. You are a descendant of Denmark Tanny, of course you have the key. You have to have it"

Oh.

He wasn't expecting that. Like, at all. Maybe he should have, given that she was asking Pope for the key and his family and no one else. 

"What? I...No" Pope shook his head "What?"

"You didn't know?" Carla raised a blonde eyebrow "How could you not have known?"

"Not knowing" JJ rolled his eyes "Obviously"

Rafe had to resist the urge to roll his own eyes, because he was very done with everything that was going on. Thankfully, Sarah seemed to notice that.

"How about we try to find the key for you?" she offered "We did find the gold, after all"

"You would do that? If you do find the key, you can keep the Cross too. I only want the shroud"

Right, because she believed some magical scarf could heal her. But he couldn't blame her for holding on to whatever hope there was, she was dying. And she used to play with him when he was a child.

"Deal" John B was quick to agreed.

Greed was hereditary, he supposed. 

"Wait, how much is this cross worth?"

"It's priceless, Mr. Maybank"

"Oh, fuck yeah. We're in"

"Guys—" Kie started, probably not wanting to be in mortal danger again.

"Yeah" Pope nodded once the shock had passed "We will find the cross and the key for you"

"Sure" Rafe pointed to the still blocked exit "The trip to Charleston isn't short. Bye, Carla"

She squinted her blue eyes at him.

Creepy.

"Rafael. Sarah" she didn't bother to say goodbye to the Pogues.

Sarah sighed, shoulders finally relaxing after the door was closed. He couldn't help himself, couldn't stop himself from cupping her cheek and kissing her forehead. In front of the Pogues.

Hopefully they wouldn't find that too weird.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That was really strange, or so Pope thought every time Rafe and Sarah interacted in front of him. He didn't have siblings, so maybe that was normal, but it sure didn't look normal. They looked more like a married couple than two siblings.

"So if this thing is priceless how much do you think it will cost?"

Sometimes he wondered why he referred to JJ as the dumbest of the crew, because John B sure had his moments.

"It's priceless, JB" Kie repeated.

Public education has failed them.

"It's Pope's too, isn't it?" Rafe sat down on the couch when they gathered in the living room "What with him being the guy's descendant or whatever"

Yeah, he was still shocked about that. But if it was true and he could find evidence of it, it would look great in his college applications.

"Denmark Tanny" Pope corrected him "And yeah, I guess is mine. Or my father's. Or his grandmother's"

If it was an hereditary thing he was still pretty far down the line to call it 'his'.

"Your father's grandmother is still alive?" Sarah blinked surprised "Wow"

"Yeah, she's like ninety" wait, that wasn't right "Ninety something. I don't know"

"Old" JJ corrected "Faster and more precise"

"Precise?" Rafe chuckled "Fancy word"

For JJ? It kinda was. Then again Pope was pretty sure he was dyslexic.

"Ha ha ha, I'm dumb. Whatever. Where do we start looking for this thing?"

"The key or the Cross?"

"Either. Both"

"I think it's better if we just wait for—"

Pope tensed when he heard footsteps approaching, he turned and relaxed inmediatly.

"Wait for what?" It was just Wheezie "What did I miss?"

"We are going to get the key to a magical shroud inside a golden cross that we have to find" Sarah explained, and it honestly, it sounded kinda insane "What do we have to wait for, Pope?"

"My great-grandmother, I'm going to talk to her. Maybe she knows something about the key"

"Good idea" Kie, as always, was the most sensible of them.

"Let's watch a reality!" Wheezie jumped to the couch by Rafe's and Sarah's side "One of those were people do shit to their faces and end up looking awful"

"Or the Kardashians" JJ suggested, gaining a few looks "What? I watch it sometimes"

"Do we really have to—?" Rafe started sounding incredibly tired. He couldn't finish whatever he was going to say, because Sarah laid her head on his shoulder and held his hand. Weird "Okay, whatever"

Pope wasn't sure what they ended up watching, because his eyes were on the odd sibling couple all the time. They were just so weird, almost like...

Like they're in love.

Oh.

Shit.

It was that wasn't it? It was the only thing that made sense. The only way Rafe's efforts to be better made sense. The only way Sarah breaking up with John B and siding with Rafe made sense.

Wow.

He was so shocked about it that he let his body act on its own, leaving when the show was over and following his friends to the Twinkie. Thankfully, he stopped himself before getting in.

"You aren't coming?" John B frowned.

"I need to talk to Rafe and Sarah about something. You know, Limbrey related. You can go without me"

"You sure?"

The sky was dark already.

"Yeah. Don't worry. I'm sure they can give me a ride after"

"Okay"

He watched the Twinkie leave, unmoving. What was he doing? Was he really going to confront Rafe and Sarah and accuse them of incest? Jesus, that sounded insane.

Maybe whatever god existed, or the cosmos, took pity on him and wanted to save him from the future uncomfortable situation because the last thing he saw was the green grass.

[marinerainbow]

How you think the Toon Patrol would be in love with a human? I think is cute that They'll be smaller height wise, but being a human is a lot more dangerous and easy to cease existence 😔

Sorry this took a day or two to get to 😅 But yeah, you do bring up good points. I don't know if you saw, but I actually made a headcannon post on what the weasels' reactions would be to their human S/O dying. It's pretty sad and dark, so proceed with caution. But here, I'll focus on the silly and good points of such a relationship ^^

Of course, they are still baddies, and their main problems are literally in their names. So it's not like it's all gonna be sunshine and rainbows, no matter if you're a toon or human 😅 but!

Smartass: It's been a while since he's been in the dating game. Focusing on his 'career' after the divorce. But if he's willing to work for someone that was human (assuming he didn't know Doom's secret), then I'm willing to bet he's willing to give romancing a human a try. He tries to compose himself more seriously, as the boss of the crazy pack of weasels. He could definitely benefit from an S/O who welcomes his more toony side ^^

Greasy: Oh this guy would definitely be smug about a human being into him. He would be so happy with a human S/O. Though honestly, Greasy would be happy with anyone who liked him 😅 with anyone he's trying to date, I can see Greasy also trying to compose himself a little. Though he doesn't have as strong a grip on his tooniness like his boss, so it won't be long before his S/O gets a taste of Pepé Le Pew style shenanigans XD

Wheezy: I'd say if you want a chill toon S/O, this guy would be your best bet. Wheezy also wouldn't mind dating a human. Kinda wondering what a human is doing in Toontown looking for love, especially on the bad side of Toontown. But he'd be a nice guy to date. If you can handle all of the smoke.

Psycho: I headcannon Psycho is demi, so it really doesn't matter to him what his S/O is. Toon, human, unidentified creature, whatever. As long as he has the bond with them... The problem is getting that close to him in the first place. It will be a slow-burn no matter what. Even if you guys get off on the right foot, it'll take a minute for him to fall in love. But if you have his trust and love, he'll be the most loyal toon by your side ^^

Stupid: Oh, for sure! He doesn't have a problem dating a human at all! As long as they're nice, he would be so adoring and loving with a human S/O! ^^ he's pretty curious about the human side of town, so you should expect plenty of questions, too. Stu is definitely the sweetest option out of all the boys ^^

I need to write content for Slimy and Flasher, so here's a bonus for them, too ^^ I'm still trying to figure out their characters, though. So this may change in the future.

Slimy: I think he might be a bit more suspicious of a human liking him than Wheezy is. Especially if they wanted him specifically; humans don't exactly jump at the opportunity to kiss a mouth that's constantly coughing up slime. But if you can get through him, Slimy would be willing to give it a try. See what a night out with a human would be like.

Flasher: I kind of imagine Flasher a young punk kind of character. A thrill seeker. So I think he wouldn't really think about any consequences if a human approached Flasher. He'd be pretty eager to try this dating scene out. You'd definitely get a wild night if you go out with this toon.

I hope this answer is satisfactory! Thank you fir asking ^^

[gil-galadhwen]

The Lord of the Rings | Elrond x F!Reader

Part 1 (Carrier of Messages) can be read here or on AO3

Notes: I'm still including as much LOTRO Lore Master goodness as I can but also making up a few things too (particularly with the spells.)

This one is a bit dark... there's blood, there's violence and there's a hurt Elrond so proceed with caution, friends x

Word Count: 2.3k

Edraith

Elrond stayed for the rest of the day, talking with you in the library while you reshelved books and rearranged spell cards that were stored in drawers along one wall. He was curious about lore mastery and how you came to be in Celondim. You told him you come from a long line of lore masters and your grandparents came from Celondim so your presence there was inevitable. He looked at you curiously then, as though he was trying to work out who your family was. You turned the conversation around to him as often as you could though, asking after his own family and life as the king’s herald. He was passionate about his work and respected Gil-galad in a way you found charming. Yet, the more you talked, the more you realised there was a loneliness about Elrond that he perhaps kept veiled by his attentiveness and concern for others. You wondered if anyone had ever been as concerned about him as he was for everyone else.

After a cosy dinner shared in front of the fireplace in your quarters above the library, Elrond left for Lindon with a promise to send a message as soon as he returned. But after seven days, no message came and no errand required you to return to Lindon. The silence felt ominous. It wasn’t like Elrond to not keep his word, so you decide to head down to Celondim’s market square and see if you could gain some insight into where the king’s herald might be. He wasn’t generally at the forefront of town gossip but it wouldn’t hurt to try.

With a basket in hand and a handful of coins from the library’s repository, you slid quietly through the stalls, pretending to take interest in the various inks and quills for sale, alongside reams of parchment and elegant scroll cases. As you picked up an adorable parchment weight carved from stone into the shape of a frog, the customer next to you sparked a conversation with the seller.

“Did you hear about the Bandits? They have built a camp on the border of Rath Teraig.”

“But wardens are stationed there.” The seller replied.

“Indeed. They were attacked last night by orcs that have been prowling the woods nearby. They had to leave their post to transport the injured back to the Grey Havens.”

The seller sighed, nodding their head. “Orcs are getting too close to the towns for comfort. The king needs to do something.”

“That is not all.” The customer leaned closer to the seller. “The bandits took the opportunity to move in and block the main pass to Lindon. Until the king can send reinforcements, Lindon is completely isolated. Nobody goes in and nobody goes out except for the king’s herald who apparently is missing—“

“Excuse me.” You interrupted, startling the customer. “Did you say the king’s herald is missing?”

The customer looked you up and down, taking in your lore master robes and the veil you liked to wear for aesthetic's sake. “That is what the stable master has been saying.”

“Since when? How long ago was this reported?”

“Two, perhaps three days.”

You calmly set the frog parchment weight down and nodded your thanks before stepping out of the stall.

Elrond was missing. That might’ve explained why you hadn’t heard from him but he left Celondim seven days before and the customer had said the bandit attack was three days ago. He should have passed by the Grey Havens long before then. You tried not to panic as you pushed the door to the library open and dumped your basket on the floor before heading straight for the main table where you’d spread out Elrond’s gift to the library – a detailed map of Lindon, the Grey Havens and the surrounding woodlands.

A grey paw appeared on one corner of the map and you smiled. “Freda.” You said, scratching under the cat’s chin. 

“I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you but I have to run out again.”

Freda purred, rolling over onto her back for a belly rub. “I promise I won’t be gone long.”

You plant a kiss on Freda’s head before rolling up the map and casting the Dismiss Companion spell.

Freda disappeared as though she was never there.

***

Skilled lore masters could conjure animal companions at will, although unfortunately for you, you had yet to learn the spell for conjuring a horse so you headed down to the stables to borrow one. 

The stable master was reluctant to give you one of his beloved mares due to the rumours about the bandits, so you had to make do with a young bay pony, only recently broken in.

“That will do.” You said, handing over the coin. “What’s the pony's name?”

The stable master shrugged, turning his attention back to a steed with a shining, black coat. You sighed, leading the pony to the road where you quietly cast a Calming spell. If you were going to be riding into orc-ridden lands, you couldn’t have an easily spooked pony run out on you. 

“I’ll think of a name for you.” You said, as you set off up the hill towards Duillond.

***

You’d ridden to Lindon many times, always keeping to the roads and paths established by the king’s wardens. However, after consulting Elrond’s map earlier, you’d decided on a different route that would take you through a thick patch of woodlands. Considering the possibility of orcs lurking in the trees, you knew this was a dangerous choice. But coming across bandits on the road would’ve been much more treacherous.

Once you had settled into the saddle, you cast three spells; one to obscure you and the pony from sight, one to cover up your scents, and one to soften the pony’s footfalls. Orcs had even better hearing than elves so being scentless and silent would go a long way in passing them undetected. 

As you moved through the first line of trees and into the shadows, the air became heavier with humidity and an eerie silence draped over you, unsettling and foreboding. Not a single bird chirped from the boughs as you passed beneath them and when a branch snapped somewhere in the distance, you felt the pony tense beneath you. With the reins gripped in one hand, you reached forward to rub his neck in soothing circles. You could do this. You both could. You just needed to be brave and find Elrond before anything happened to him.

After a few hours, you reached a stream that split the woods in half. While you were certain you knew which direction Lindon was in, you couldn’t be sure which way Elrond might have gone. The sun was already beginning to set so you needed to get out of the woods as soon as possible. You were about to guide your steed across the stream when you heard a sound of metal on metal followed by a snarl. You froze, willing yourself and the pony to stay calm. Whatever it was, wouldn’t be able to see or smell you, unless you’d done the spells incorrectly - always a possibility when under duress.

You turned your head slowly to look over your shoulder to discover there were not one but two orcs standing less than five feet away, and they didn’t appear to know you were there. Breathing out a sigh, you watched as the two orcs launched into what can only be described as a petty squabble. But it was what they were squabbling over that stopped you from attempting to eliminate them straight away.

“It’s mine!

“I found it first!

“No, you bloody didn’t! I’m the one who tripped the frilly elfling bastard!”

“Yeah? Well, Murag was the one who strung him up!”

“I don’t bleedin’ care what Murag did! The brooch is mine!”

You swallowed as one of them held up something as round and silver as the moon.

Elrond’s brooch – the one he always wore that you wanted to ask him about but somehow, couldn’t find the courage to.

A quiet rage filled your blood as you pulled off your veil, tucking it safely into your robes before reaching back for your staff and sliding down from the pony’s saddle to the soft forest floor.

***

As silently as you could, you led the pony to the stream to drink before casting a Stillness spell so it would stay put while you followed the orcs deeper into the woods. 

You trailed them as they jumped over the stream, bickering as they stomped through the undergrowth. Eventually, they stepped into a small clearing where two more orcs stood around a blazing fire while a third, larger one stood to the side, tossing an axe from hand to hand. By the way it was looming over the others, you suspected it to be the leader of the group and likely this “Murag” the other two had been talking about. 

“Where have you two pig-heads been?” Murag growled, stepping towards the others. 

What you saw behind him almost pushed you to your knees. Elrond had been strung up by his arms between two trees, his feet barely touching the ground. With a hand clasped over your mouth to stifle a scream, you watched as Murag turned and pulled on one of the ropes. Elrond, like a puppet on a string, flopped backwards, his head tilting to reveal his face, bruised and streaked with blood. His hair was a tangled mess and his robes were torn revealing the pale gleam of his chest. In the light of the fire, it looked utterly horrific and bile rose in your throat but you quelled it down. You couldn’t lose your head now, not when Elrond needed you most.

Clasping your staff between your hands, you closed your eyes and muttered the incantation for the Obliteration spell. You knew casting this spell would break the ones you’d cast earlier, making you visible to the orcs, but it couldn’t be helped. A stream of blue light shot out of the staff as you swung it in a wide arc, sending the five orcs backwards, crashing into the trees. The force of the spell banked the fire to embers, plunging the clearing into almost total darkness, save for the scythe moon’s light through the canopy of trees. 

As the orcs, dazed, rose slowly to their feet, you quickly cast a Friend of Bears spell and with a roar, your bear companion Brius appeared at your side, his large paws beating his chest in a show of aggression. He immediately raced towards the two orcs with the brooch, while the other two made a beeline for you but you pushed them back with a Blinding Flash spell, stunning them again while you hurriedly cast a  Lightning Strike directly above them. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Murag move towards Elrond’s body and you roared right alongside Brius.

“Don’t you dare touch him!” You scream, casting a Power of Knowledge spell. Three spears of yellow light surge towards Murag and plunge into his chest. Dropping your staff to the ground you pull on them like ropes, drawing Murag’s power from him and transferring it into you.

Brius had made quick work of the two orcs, their bodies lying limp next to the banked fire. He was already running towards the other two who were attempting to escape. You weren’t sure how many more spells you could cast without depleting your energy levels and Power of Knowledge was an intense spell. There was one more thing you could try, so you like the spell diminish and pick up your staff. It was dangerous but it was the only way you could use the last of your power effectively. You took a deep breath as you cast the Burning Embers spell. Red-hot cinders leapt from the fire into the air, blazing hot as though they’d just been lit.

“Over here!” You shout and as Murag turns towards you, you cast a Gust of Wind spell to blow the embers right into his hideous face.

He fell to the forest floor with a heavy thud and your beloved Brius fell on top of him and tore his head from his shoulders in one swift movement.

The forest was silent except for your laboured breathing and Brius, whose bloody mouth brushed your arm startled you.

“Oh, Brius.” You patted him on the head between his ears. 

“You're such a good boy.” 

Brius whined and you realised then that he was injured; a long gash ran down the length of his left side. You knew that he was asking you to release him so he could recuperate, so with a final pat you utter the spell and he disappears into nothing.

You waste no time getting to Elrond, his poor, broken body slumped against the ropes that you fight to loosen with your energy so low. Tears blur your eyes as you use a Knowledge of Cures spell on the worst of his wounds. When you finally free him from the binds, you slide beneath one of his arms and carry him back to where you left the pony by the stream. 

You were crying hard, overwhelmed by the fight and the fear that Elrond may not make the journey back to Celondim. Your heart beat wildly in your chest and you were weak, so weak you feared you’d drop Elrond and it would have all been for nothing. No doubt more orcs were in the area and could come looking after the noise the battle had made.  

On knees that were close to giving out, you pushed on. Then a sound, quiet and breathy brushes against your cheek. You turn to find Elrond looking at you through bleary, blood shot eyes. His cracked lips forming a word you don't recall ever telling him.

Your name.

“It’s alright.” You reassured him, tucking a lock of damp hair behind his pointed ear. 

“You’re safe now.”

... to be continued

[shotaumino]

My coord for Forbidden Door! Simple look, but I liked it. Wish my accessories had come in on time, but I'm happy.

I put my thoughts on the PPV under the cut. Theres a lot, and its the good, the bad and the ugly. So proceed with caution.

- I'm used to going to shows in NJ and PHL, so we were impressed by efficiency and organization at UBS.

- Like I said, great seats. We were in the 100s, row 10. Would choose seats like that again.

- I've only been to two live wrestling events and forgot how annoying wrestling fans can be when they aren't engaged with what they are watching. Just talking about anything and everything if they don't know the wrestler in the ring. I get not everyone wants to do research, but be a little curious? Be engaged and see wbaf they have to offer?

- MJF got a massive pop, but once the wrestling started it was pretty quiet. I still don't get his thing and I think a lot of fans are more there for his persona than in ring ability.

- Hiromu was pretty over which made me happy considering the over-under of foreign talent reception.

- ZSJ v Orange Cassidy was excellent and following it up with Jericho felt absolutely criminal.

- I absolutely would never be able to tell from online how over The Acclaimed are. The crowd went wild for them AND loved their rap. The match was honestly pretty fun! And seeing Okada and Tanahashi IRL felt pretty special.

- Dragon match felt like it was a "for the wrestlers" match. Also some peoplle left right after. I guess thats what they paid all that money to see.

- Ladder match was fun! I think it was sligntly dampened for me because half the people involved were very obviously not going to win. CM Punk chants were annoying. No one knew ELP which was a crime. Takashita should have won and taken the belt with him to Japan idc. 

- Takeshita is so over. And hes so impressive IRL. Heard a lot of people shocked by how big he is.

- I love Stephanie Vaquer so much! Shes quickly becoming one of my top favorites. Her and Mercedes had a Top 3 match last night. Shes a superstar! The way people were trying to derail the match and she MADE them care. It was also crazy how quickly the crowd turned on Mercedes? She did one move which looked cool to me but the arena shifted to Stephanie on a dime. Obviously knew she wasn't going to win but I'm glad she made such a strong impression.

- Just to reiterate. Just because you don't know someone, doesn't mean you should just mentally check out. Why are you talking about the fourhorsewomen during this match? Its absolutely insane to me how some wrestling fans can't watch a match unless they are familiar with the lineage of both wrestlers.

- The Naito v Mox match was bad. Just... felt bad. Naito didn't seem right the whole time. Personally I think he came out looking worse and I know who he is and how great he was. Look, Naitos legacy is secure but if the goal is to get people interested in NJPW that was the worst mstch to showcase it. And I can't blame the fans on this. Stephanie and Mina both won over the crowd. If you didn't know Naito (and plenty of people didn't, I heard them asking who he was) then this match certainly wouldn't make you want to learn. 

- I was looking forwad to people no longer complaining now that Naito has the title except now the complaint is that he has it and NJPW is screwed because they don't have anyone worth taking it off him. Glad I got into DDT because NJPW discourse is going to be annoying until the G1 starts.

- Swerve v Ospready was out of this world. Genuinely felt like it could have gone either way. The timing on the counts was immaculate. You should have heard the boos when Don Callis appeared. And Nana got to be the hero! The whole arena was absolutely rocking with Swerve.

- There were two weird Ospreay fanboys who kept yelling 'Fuck Swerve'. No one was joining them, even other Ospready fans. It felt weirdly racist because they KEPT DOING IT even though no one else was paying then any attention?? I think people were also getting restless because someone started shrieking intermittedly in the crowd and then people started screaming for them to shut up.

- Speaking of bad fan behavior. Absolutely fuck fans who try to make the show about them. When Stephanie and Mercedes were going hard this asshole in a celtics shirt stood up and of course the crowd started chanting at him. You freaks only do that shit during womens matches.

- Back to Swerve v Ospreay and in any case the end of the show. Beautiful finish, surprising finish! Definately thought Swerve was going to TD91 him but it was a surprisingly kinder finish? Which I'm hoping is where Adam Page comes in. Speaking of which I think a lot of us were lingering around waiting for a confrontation. People almost started booing when it just ended like normal.

- All in all, a lot of fun! I definately want to see more live events when they're in my area! Worth the three hour drive

[navybrat817]

You’re My Obsession

Pairing: Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader Summary: You’re the light in Bucky’s darkness. And he doesn’t want to share you with anyone, including Steve. Word Count: Over 2.3k Warnings: Rape/Non-Con elements (do NOT read if this upsets you!), dubious consent, sex pollen, jealousy, possessiveness, unprotected sex. This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own.

Check out my Masterlist and add yourself to my Taglist! Divider by @whimsicalrogers​ My apologies to Steve. Enjoy, lovelies!

A smile can be the beginning of a love story. In Bucky's case, your smile was more than love at first sight. It was the beginning of his obsession. Your pure, genuine gaze was so beautiful that he didn't even speak when you introduced yourself. Instead of the silence being uncomfortable or awkward, your smile stayed soft. 

"It's nice to meet you, Bucky," you smiled. "Is it okay if I call you that?"

His name fell from your lips like a prayer and he wanted to hear it again. No, he needed to hear it. Longing never hit him so quickly or hard before. It should have frightened him, but it was the first real thing he felt after Hydra. He wasn't about to let that go. 

It became much more than a physical desire the closer he got to you. He came out of his shell with you. The two of you even had private jokes and it sent a thrill through him that no one else got them. He would never be the man he was before and that was fine. He could be something else with you. 

He never asked for the things that happened to him or the nightmares that haunted him. Some higher power took pity on him since you were in his life. You were the best thing to ever happen to him. 

But something that spread from his torture was a wish to be selfish. He didn't want to share your smiles, laughter or time with the team. They didn't need anything from you. And he made sure to keep people away. Anyone who got too close received a friendly suggestion to walk away. Everyone except for Steve.

He saw how his best friend looked at you. He hadn't looked that smitten since Peggy. It was easy to fall for you, so he didn't blame him completely for wanting you. The man was always too stubborn for his own good though and he didn't take any of the subtle hints to stay away. 

"Just ask her out," Sam suggested one day when they didn't think he was listening. 

Bucky's fingers twitched. Sam was a good man. He was looking out for his friend. Steve was also a good man and he didn't want to hurt him. 

"You think I should?" Steve asked hopefully. 

"I know you should," Sam answered. 

"I think I will," Steve smiled. 

Bucky didn't pay attention to what Sam said as he walked away. A few agents moved aside upon seeing his cold gaze. He took his anger out on the gym equipment, needing a clear head for when he took action. He didn't want to resort to what he was about to do...but he was desperate. 

Besides, Steve wasn't the only man with a plan. 

��So, what are these all for again?” you asked as you looked across the table. When Bucky told you that training would be a bit different today, you weren’t exactly sure what it would entail.

“These are various pollens and smoke bombs,” he told you. “Some of these are exact replicas of Hydra’s that Tony and Bruce were able to replicate. It never hurts to be prepared.”

“That makes sense,” you agreed. You were still curious about what each one would do. “Will any of these hurt us?”

“I wouldn’t do that to you, doll,” he promised, making you smile. “Or the others. Some of these are designed to incapacitate you though, so we need to proceed with caution.”

“Yes, Sarge,” you teased, making him smile back at you. “Will Steve be at the training today or will you be flying solo?”

Bucky didn’t answer for a moment and you wondered if he heard you. “I think he has another session,” he replied, checking the time. “I need to grab the masks. I’ll be right back,” he added, leaving without another word.

You watched him leave, a worried expression on your face. He looked tense all afternoon and you had no idea why. He usually had no problem talking to you. Maybe training would get some of that stress out. 

You turned your attention back to the table when one of the devices began to beep. “Bucky?” you called out as the beeping got faster. Before you could react, the device opened and covered you in a shimmery powder. You coughed as you fell back, trying not to inhale the sweet scent. You weren’t sure how long you sat on the ground, but you felt a bit sluggish as you tried to sit up. What the hell was that? 

“Doll?!” you heard, making a humming sound as Bucky rushed back in. The masks in his hand fell to the ground as he crouched down to check you. “What happened?” 

You pointed at the table, or at least you thought you did. Your arm felt heavy. “I...It went off. I...I didn’t touch it. I swear.”

Bucky gave you a funny look as he grasped your chin. You sighed at his touch, trying to focus as he held a finger up. You couldn’t follow it as he slowly moved it from side-to-side. After a moment, you took his hand and brought his finger to your mouth. Moaning, you sucked the digit into your mouth. “No,” he whispered as he pulled his finger away and checked your pulse. His eyes widened as he got up, grabbing the open device. “No...no.”

“What?” you asked, your throat dry as you looked at him. You felt warm and flushed the longer he stood there. “Bucky,” you whined, reaching for him again.

“This shouldn’t have been here. It’s…” he swallowed as he looked at you. “It’s an aphrodisiac.”

“Aphrodisiac,” you let it roll off your tongue as you took in the sight of him. The powerful, dominating sight of him. “Elevated heart rate. Blown pupils. The need to...How the hell did it go off? Fuck. FUCK. I need to get you to the lab. Now.”

“No,” you moaned as you got to your knees, sliding your palms up his thighs as he faced you. He trembled under your touch and it sent a rush of heat to your core. “You need to help me.” “I will by getting you to the lab,” he promised, reaching down to pull you up. Your hands fumbled for his belt as you got to your feet, whimpering when he stopped you. “Doll...no. This isn’t what you want.”

“Yes, it is,” you argued, your eyes wide as he looked back at you. “I want you.”

“It’s the pollen talking,” he said slowly as he pulled away. You peeled your shirt off before you tried to pull his off. Why wasn’t he helping you? “There may be an antidote-”

“It hurts, Bucky,” you whined as he picked you up. Through the fog, you managed to wrap your legs around his waist. “I’m so wet and empty. It hurts,” you begged, rocking your hips as he tried to carry you out. The friction wasn’t close to being enough. He had to make the pain stop.

“I can’t,” he whispered, turning his head away when you tried to kiss him. It didn’t stop his groan as you kept grinding your hips. “I can...fuck. I can knock you out,” he offered.

“Don’t you dare!” you hissed, choking on a sob when he denied you another kiss. “Why don’t you want me? Is something wrong with me?” 

“No, doll. You’re perfect,” he swore, making you practically purr in response. “I do want you, but not like this. I don’t want to take advantage of you. I can’t do that.”

“You’re not. I’m asking you,” you promised, kissing and nuzzling his neck. “Take care of me. I’m begging you. Please, Bucky.”

Whatever restraint Bucky snapped as he lifted his head and took possession of your mouth. His tongue easily slipped in, hot and demanding. It felt like he was fucking your mouth and it made you clench. “I won’t hold back,” he warned, his voice thick and dark.

“Don’t,” you whispered as he lowered you to the ground.

“I need to see you,” he rasped, tearing at the rest of your clothes. You couldn’t remember being so aroused in your life. “Fuck, you’re more beautiful than I imagined.”

You shuddered when he leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth. They were hard before the air hit them, but now they felt like diamonds. “Bucky,” you moaned, your head spinning as you gripped his hair.

“Wanted you for so long doll,” he whispered, brushing his thumb along the neglected bud. “I’ll make you feel so good...make you mine.”

The words didn’t fully register as you spread your legs. It didn’t matter that you were on a training mat. You just needed to feel him in you. “Clothes...off…”

“You giving me orders, doll?” he asked, leaning up to undress. 

Watching his muscles ripple as each piece of clothing fell away sent another feverish rush through you. The sight of his hard cock made your mouth water. You would have begged to taste him if you didn’t need him to fuck you so badly. “Please, Bucky,” you begged, impatiently sliding a hand down to touch yourself.

His metal hand gripped your wrist before you could give yourself any relief. “This is my pussy now and my cock is the only thing making you come today.”

“Yes, Bucky,” you gasped. Anything for him to give you what you needed.

“Spread those legs wider for me,” he ordered as he settled between them. “Oh, look at you…you really are wet for me.”

You shuddered again as he slid a finger along your folds, your breathing heavy as he licked his finger clean. You had never seen his eyes so dark before. “Can’t wait to properly taste you...but I need to stretch you. I don’t want to hurt-”

“No! I don’t need to be stretched!” you cried, lifting your hips up. His cock was so close and you could feel embarrassed later for acting like this. “Just fuck me, Bucky. Fuck me!”

“That’s my good girl.”

Bucky thrust hard into you, the force making you arch off the mat. Your eyes were half lidded as you looked up at him, pushing back to keep his cock in you. The look he gave you as he stretched his body fully over yours made you tighten around him. You felt like you’d come just from that look.

“Knew you wanted me, too,” he growled as he thrust deep, making your mouth fall open. “Knew you loved me.”

Each roll of his hips made you moan, his cock making you flutter around him. You felt like you were floating, on the edge of an orgasm that just kept building. The pain dulled, but your body felt like it was on fire. Each thrust fueled the flames and you could only writhe and take what he gave you.

“Gonna take you apart, doll. Gonna make sure all you know is me.”

“Please, please, please,” you chanted, your mind as out of control as your body as your moans and chants grew louder. You wanted to be destroyed, ruined, by him. 

“...Bucky?” a voice called from the doorway.

“...Steve?” Bucky gasped, a look of shock on his face as he slowed his hips.

“Bucky!” you sobbed, gripping his arms. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop! Please, make me come!”

The look of shock shifted to a sinister smirk as Steve took off. “He needed to see, doll...needed to know you’re mine.” 

Again, his words were lost as he resumed his hard pace. His hands gripped your hips possessively as he pumped and you knew you’d feel his marks later. You’d feel all of him. 

“Should’ve used this on you sooner,” he snarled in your ear. “Who do you belong to?”

“You, Bucky,” you moaned, so close to coming. You wanted to drench his cock before he filled you up. The thought of him dripping out of you later, sticking to your thighs...

”You close, doll? You gonna come on my cock and show me you’re mine?”

“Yes, Bucky. Please, let me come,” you pleaded. You wouldn’t feel better until you did. “I’m yours, please.”

He pulled back, staring into your eyes as he finally said, “Come.”

Your vision whited out as you came, the ferocity of it making your entire body tremble. His name echoed in the room as your orgasm rolled over you. It was like a volcano overflowing, the heat sliding along your body to burn and claim you...He claimed you. 

“Mine,” he said through his teeth as he filled you, keeping his hips tight against yours as he finished. “Finally mine.”

You panted as the haze lifted slightly, your body tingling from the aftershocks. You felt a bit disoriented, but good, as you closed your eyes. His lips moved along your face as he whispered how good you were. 

“Don’t fall asleep on me, doll,” he whispered as he pulled out of you, gently sitting you up. “We’re not done yet.”

You let him slip his shirt over your head before he got his pants on, your head still spinning. He packed up the remaining devices and articles of clothing, scooping you up in his arms and leaving. Where was he taking you?

You closed your eyes again as he walked, trying to figure out what exactly happened. Why…

“Steve,” Bucky said gently as he stopped. 

Your eyes opened to see Steve standing there, refusing to look at the two of you.

“Look...I’m sorry. It just...it just happened,” Bucky said sadly.

“It’s okay, Buck,” Steve replied, a sad smile touching his handsome face. “You two are good together.”

“Steve?” you slurred as you lifted your head.

“It’s really okay. You...have my blessing,” he swore, running a hand through his hair. “Thank god you cancelled the training, huh?”

You were confused as Bucky tucked your head against him. What did he mean? “Yeah, thank god. And thank you. Your support means a lot.”

“Be good to her,” Steve added, walking away. He looked heartbroken.

“Steve?” you tried again.

“He’ll be fine, doll,” Bucky whispered, kissing your temple. “You have me now.”

[seiyasabi]

Fixation

(This is a Yandere Yelena x Fem Reader story ;)) This takes place in a Modern AU outside of the anime, and I won’t justify my reasoning lmao 

TW: Coercion, !Drugging!, Manipulation, !Noncon!, !Dubcon!, Daddy kink (ehehe), spanking, she’s a straight up Dom w her tall ass, kinda a meanie, degradation!, handcuffs!, use of sex toys!, Overstim!, size kink!, dumbification?, unwanted filming!, etc.. 

Proceed with caution! Sorry if this is too self indulgent lmao, when women (lesbians) talk to me, I become the biggest idiot to ever exist :)) ) 

Today wasn’t the best day to wear a skirt. 

Begrudgingly smoothing down the lilac fabric of your skirt, you huff indignantly. All you wanted to do was look cute for your crush, Marco, but it seems that that was too much to ask for. 

Your white sweater, at least, keeps you somewhat warm from the harsh wind. It’s tucked into the waistband of your high waisted skirt, and your thigh high socks push the fat of your cute thighs out slightly. The sound of your white sneakers against the pavement is drowned out by your classmates’ loud voices, and you’re seemingly unaware of a certain black-eyed glare. 

Seeing your classroom come into view, you hurry inside, sliding into your lab assigned seat. Eyeing the dark haired male of your dreams, you can’t help but sigh pathetically at the fact that he hasn’t noticed you. Up until recently, the two of you were great friends-always hanging out and texting one another. But, the moment the both of you picked up this class, everything changed. 

Hearing the seat next to you slide open, you glance up at your seatmate. Smiling up at the tall woman, you greet her kindly, “Hi, Lena! How’re you today?” 

The Russian exchange student smirks down at you, as she plops onto the seat, “Good, now that you’re here.” 

Laughing at her gruff words, you wave her off, “You always say that,” Zipping open your backpack, you pull out your class notes, “What’re you going to do this weekend?”

Her smirk widens, dark eyes gleaming, “Why? Asking me on a date?” You laugh once more, completely oblivious to her hopeful tone. 

“You’re so funny, Lena,” Pulling out your pack of multicoloured pens, you start to set up for your class, “I just heard you speaking with Annie about ‘something big’ the other day, so I became curious.” 

Not one to acknowledge boundaries, the blonde woman starts to play with your (hair/sweater), “I’m throwing a party, one you should come to,” Her tone leaves no room to negotiate, but you don’t really notice. Nodding, you smile up at her. 

“Sounds fun! When is it and who’s going?” Her hand trails down to your thigh, fiddling with your sock. Brushing off your mild alarm at her ministrations, you justify her actions through your cultural differences. 

“Tonight at eight. Annie and her friends should be there, same with Marco and a few others,” She name dropped the kind man on purpose, knowing your misguided infatuation with him. If only you knew how much of a pussy he is. All she did was threaten him once, and suddenly he stayed clear of you. It made her life easier, sure, but it annoyed her that he dropped you like a gutted fish. You’re too good for that. 

Pulling out your phone, you pull up your calendar, showcasing that you have no plans this evening, “Okay, I can go!” 

Her smirk grows wider than before, “Great,” Yelena’s accent seemingly grows thicker, her r rolling more harshly than before. 

With that, class begins without a hitch; Yelena’s hand still glued to your perfect thigh. 

-

Stepping out of your car, you readjust your new outfit. Keeping the thigh highs from earlier, you changed your lilac skirt for a black, body con one, along with a cropped, black long sleeve shirt that accentuates your cleavage. 

Slamming your car door shut, you lock it with your key, before heading towards Yelena’s luxurious flat. You can hear low music and voices from her open top floor balcony, multiple shadows moving inside her home. 

With a fast beating heart, you can’t help but hope that Marco will speak with you tonight. With that hope deep in your chest, you step inside the fancy building’s lobby. Approaching the front desk, you go to show them your ID, but are met with brightly smiling faces. 

“Go on up to the tenth floor, (Your Name)! Yelena already told us that you’re coming!” Surprise overcomes your form. Why do they know you by appearance alone? You’ve never even been here before. 

“Oh, okay! Thank you,” Deciding to ignore the weird situation at hand, you head towards the lift. Pressing the button, you wait a few moments, before stepping into the open lift doors. The sleek metal walls reflect your appearance back at you, whilst you press the pristine ‘10’ button. With a small beep, the lift begins to move, practically flying at top speed to the top floor. 

Once at the tenth floor, the doors fly open, showing what looks to be a living room. You can’t help but gawk at the large flat displayed before you. Your classmate must be quite wealthy to afford a place like this. 

You awkwardly make your way inside, and are immediately greeted by the party’s host, “Hey, (Your Name), welcome!” You’re side hugged by a buff arm, practically slammed into Yelena’s torso. 

“Hey, thanks for having me!” You pat her back in an attempt to have her let you go, but instead, it seems to spur her on. She drags you towards a large L-shaped couch, which is filled by Annie, Reiner, and Bertholdt. A handful of others sit at her dining room table and kitchen counter, the open concept allowing everyone to see and speak to each other comfortably. 

Reiner glances up from the story he’s telling Historia and Ymir, a grin painting his handsome features, “Whoa, that’s a new look for you, (Your Name)!” 

Multiple eyes are suddenly glued to your now self conscious form, an uneasy smile on your face, “Hello, everyone.”

“Don’t get me wrong, you look great! It’s just really different from your normal, cute clothes,” People nod and agree with the large man, causing you to break out in a nervous sweat. 

“Well, I hope I don’t look too bad,” You joke halfheartedly, “I just wanted to try something new.” 

Yelena takes your appearance in, practically salivating. Whilst she does enjoy your usual clothing, this look fits you quite well. 

“You look very nice,” Bertholdt reassures soothingly, patting the spot by him, “You can sit next to me, if you’d like.”

The short haired woman glued to your side reacts immediately, “No, the girl needs a drink,” Annie shoots her a knowing look, which she nods to in response. You’re practically ragdolled to the kitchen bar, as the conversation starts up once more. Once at the marble countertop, the large woman releases you in favour of pouring you a cup of spiked punch, “This is very good. Made it myself.” 

You give her a bright smile, accepting the red solo cup, “Cool! I’m sure it’s delicious!” Bringing the cup to your (lipstick/chapstick/lipgloss) coated lips, you take a small sip. A burst of fruity goodness explodes on your tastebuds, making your eyes widen in surprise. You can’t taste a drop of alcohol in it, “Wow! This is really good!” 

A proud grin overtakes her lips, as she nods her thanks, “Of course it is. I knew you were coming, after all,” You laugh in response, and take another sip of the red liquid. 

“I see! Well, you have a very nice home!” The tall woman leans against the counter, holding herself up with an arm that goes behind your form. 

“Thank you. It’s very spacious. I find myself lonely at times,” Her large, black eyes stare down at you, trying to send you a message through them alone. 

“Oh, well, have you tried getting a roommate? Maybe the flat won’t be so empty,” She nods at your words. 

“Yes, that’s a good idea. Would you be my roommate?” You laugh, thinking that she’s joking. Not bothering to look up, as you take another swig of your drink, you don’t see the somewhat hurt look on her face. 

“That would be something! Not only are we seatmates, but we’re also roommates,” You giggle some more, taking more sips of your delicious drink, “But, your flat is a lot nicer than mine. I may take up on your offer.”

Looking up, you see her grin at you approvingly, “Yes, that would be nice,” What you don’t know is that her lease is almost up, making it so she has paperwork she needs to fill out. Paperwork that would look great with your co-sign on it. 

-

Three drinks in, and you’re feeling a bit woozy. Typically, you’re not a lightweight, but it seems that you are tonight. 

Leaning your upper body onto Yelena’s strong form, you laugh hysterically at something Reiner says, “Oh my God, you’re hilarious-” You cut yourself off with a snort, causing the entire room to laugh at your cute giggling. 

The short haired woman you’re currently using as a pillow holds you tenderly, a pleased smile on her face. The stuff Annie gave her works very well. 

“Man, if you weren’t Yelena’s girl, I would’ve cuffed you a semester ago!” Reiner roars wholeheartedly, slapping the leather couch below him. 

In your cloudy mind, you barely understand the words he just said, “Haha, wha-?” 

Pushing your head into her breasts, Yelena shushes you, “My poor baby is such a lightweight,” She and the others chuckle at that understatement, “I think it’s time to turn in for the night.”

Her civil way of kicking everyone out was enough, as everyone trickles out of her luxurious flat. Once the last person leaves, Yelena stands to her feet, scooping you up in her buff arms. She goes to her lift, pressing the lock input, she types in the lock code, not allowing anyone in or out of her home. Your high mind can barely comprehend what’s going on around you. 

She hums an unknown tune, as she goes up her steps to her master bedroom. Kicking open the door, she flips on her bedroom light with her elbow, before shutting the door with her foot. Sauntering to her California King sized bed, she lays your drugged out form on her light grey coloured sheets. 

“-Lena, wha-” Your head lulls to the side as you giggle uncontrollably, “-Are- are we dating?” She hums in response, starting to pull down your skirt. 

“Yes, my Darling Girl,” She smooches your forehead, “We’ve been together since I moved here,” Pulling your skirt’s fabric down and off of your legs, she tosses it on the floor, exposing your pink panties. 

“Bu-but, I like Marco,” You weakly attempt to push her grabby hands away from you, “I-I wan’ Marco!” 

The feelings of disgust, envy, and fury overwhelm her all at once. How dare you! She’s always treated you so well, that spineless fucker doesn’t deserve anything from you! He especially doesn’t deserve your wonderful heart! 

She says nothing, grabbing your blouse, and chucking it off of you. Your breasts jiggle at her ministrations, your bra just barely containing your tits. Seeing your almost bare, perfect body makes her pussy tingle, but her anger outweighs her arousal. 

Settling on the bed, she grasps your boneless body, and pulls you over her knees. You’re still muttering and questioning the validity of your relationship, all whilst saying that horrible boy’s name, causing her to cup the fat of your ass and squeeze harshly. 

“Baby, you know better than to say those horrible things. I love you very much, and it hurts to hear you say that.” 

Your breasts, arms, and head rest over her left knee, as you try to look up at her stern face, “But-”

“No buts, you know what happens when you act like a brat,” She slaps your ass experimentally, earning a pained yelp. A small smirk covers her lips, and she hits your ass as hard as she can. 

“‘M sorry! ‘M sorry! I didn’t mean it!” Your pleading is cute, so cute. 

“I know you didn’t, Princess. But I have to remind you of your place,” She slams her hand down once more, jolting your entire body. A shrill cry leaves your lips, as you try to move off of her lap, but seemingly can’t find the strength to do so. 

After five more smacks, the blonde pulls you onto her lap in a straddling position. One of her arms wraps around your top half, pushing your crying face into her neck. The other is wrapped around your waist, hand smoothing over your bruising ass, and playing with the hem of your panties. 

“Don’t cry, Princess. You know I had to set you straight,” She coos, “Your stupid, little brain is far too gone to understand at the moment, but you will once you sober up. So, for now, let your Daddy make you feel good.” 

You mutter nonsensical words in between your sobs, but the large woman isn’t put off. After she’s done with you, you’ll never think of that freckled fuck ever again. At least, you won’t unless you want him dead. 

Wrestling your pliant body to the mattress once more, she leaves you on the bed by yourself, before rolling onto the left side. Opening the top drawer of her nightstand, she pulls out a pair of handcuffs, a battery powered hitachi wand, duct tape, and a small bottle of lube. Setting them on the bed by your writhing form, she quickly makes her way back to you. 

“Shh, it’s alright, Princess. I’m right here,” Yelena reaches under you, fiddling with your bra’s hooks until it pops open, allowing her to slide your useless arms out of the garment. Tossing it aside, she sucks in a deep breath, enjoying the view of your plush chest. Experimentally, she pinches your right nipple, relishing the small moan you let out at the feeling. Gripping the handcuffs next to you, she feeds your dainty wrists through the opening, popping the pink, plush cuffs on tightly. Happy with the result, she continues her endeavour. 

Moving farther down your body, she leaves your socks on, loving how your thigh fat squishes up a bit. Grabbing the hem of your cute, pink panties, she pushes them off of you, exposing your pretty cunny. It separates from you with a small string of slick, filling Yel with a sense of satisfaction. You’re her perfect pain slut, aren’t you? 

Pushing on your pliant legs open, she smiles happily down at you, dark eyes blown wide open, “Awe, is your slutty pussy wet for me?” 

You shake your head rapidly, disorienting yourself more than before, “Nu-no! It’s not!” She clicks her tongue teasingly, her smile growing wider than before. 

“Don’t lie to me, Princess. Now I have to punish you once more,” Forcing your legs open, she holds them down with her own, straddling your waist. Her large form easily overpowers you, as she grabs the blue hitachi wand, and flips it on to the highest setting. Pushing it against your clit with a swift motion, your entire body jolts at the sudden stimulation. A loud whine leaves your lips, as you try to buck it off of your sensitive cunny. 

“Puh-please! Take it off! It’s too much!” Yelena snickers in delight, ignoring your pleading. Grabbing the duct tape from beside you, she rips off a few long strips, before smacking them onto your skin and the vibrator, effectively keeping it attached to you. 

Your moans and whimpers continue to grow louder and louder, as you try your best not to cum. You bite your lips in the hopes of stifling yourself, but it does little to help. If anything, it just spurs the large woman on. 

“Go on, cum for me, cum for Daddy,” You shake your head, a few keens falling from your mouth, as she watches in awe at the way your cunny leaks and clenches around nothing. 

Your toes curl in ecstasy as you cum, a loud whine escaping you. A gush of your orgasm flows from you, wetting the blonde woman and the mattress below. Two long, slender fingers prod at your slick pussy, forcing themselves inside your sensitive walls. 

“Good Girl, You’re so Good for me,” They Start to move in a ‘come hither’ motion, hitting your g-spot repeatedly with how long her fingers are.  

“Too much! Too much!” You cry, as she quickly brings you over the edge once more. 

More slick sprays from your cunny, as overstimulation begins to set in. Yelena captures your lips with hers, thrusting her tongue into your mouth. The kiss is wet and hot, as she grips at your plush chest. 

“No, no it’s not, Baby. It’s not enough,” Fumbling with her fly, she releases the strap she’s been wearing all night. In all honesty, she’s surprised that you hadn’t noticed the bulge or felt it underneath your ass earlier. It’s a good ten inches in length, and around 5.5 inches of girth. 

It is pretty intimidating for most, but due to your fucked out stupor, it should feel amazing for you. Grabbing the lube, she squeezes a small amount onto the silicone cock, smoothing it over the toy in sync with her fingers pumping inside of you. 

Deeming the toy and your cunny ready, she makes the next move. Sliding off of your numb legs, she stands to her feet, towering over you in all of her glory. Hefting you up and off of the mattress, she quickly punched your back against her pristine, white wall. Forcing your arms around the back of her head, she continues to kiss your drooly mouth vigorously. 

Wrapping your legs around her slender waist, her large leg muscles and arms work to hold you up. Guiding your dripping cunny over the tip of her strap, she slowly sinks you onto it. 

A keen of both surprise and pleasure rips out of your throat, as you grip onto her short, blonde locks. Giggling, she bucks her hips into yours sharply, causing you to orgasm on the spot. The vibrator and her strap on feels like heaven. 

Throwing your head back in bliss, you feel your arousal drip onto her dress pants, creating even more wet spots than before. Separating from your lips, she grins down at you. 

“Look at you, dirty Girl,” She spanks your ass harshly with one hand, as she continues a hardcore pace. The tip of the silicone cock batters against your cervix, causing you to cry out in both pleasure and pain, “You love it when Daddy ruins your pussy, don’t you?” 

Too fucked out to think properly, you nod your head vigorously, “Uh-huh! Uh-huh! I love Daddy’s cock!” She kisses your cheek tenderly, not stopping her thrusts for even a moment. Moving her lips down your vulnerable neck, she starts to suck the tender skin, leaving dark love marks on your pretty skin. 

“Mmm, good Princess! Since you’re such a good girl, I think you deserve a treat. Do you want a treat? Does your dumb little mind even understand what I’m saying?” You nod once again, eyes teary and pleading. 

“Yes! Yes! I want a treat, please, Daddy!” Smirking against your skin, she reaches into her pocket from around your thigh. 

“Since you asked so nicely-“ She presses the injector lever, shooting a large load of fake cum into your gummy, needy pussy. You cum almost immediately, this clearly being the biggest orgasm of the night, as you practically convulse and squirt a geyser of cum all over the place, “I think you deserve Daddy’s cum inside you.” 

You practically sob at the overstimulation and the feeling of being so full, “Thank you! Thank you, Daddy!” You kiss her of your own volition, surprising the large woman. Her heart warms, loving how you’ve become so submissive. 

Cradling you’re form to her muscular body, she saunters back towards the bed, pushing any other objects off and into the night side table. 

Placing you on the now dry sheets, she quickly flicks off the vibrator still taped to your clit, before placing it on the table beside her. Plucking off the duct tape, she then takes off your handcuffs, effectively freeing you. Instead of moving away from the woman, you lay there tiredly, no longer processing the situation. 

Sighing in content, Yelena grabs a hand towel from the drawer she keeps her sex toys in, and wrestles it under your hips. Smiling, she removes the strap from inside of you, enjoying the sight of the fake cum flooding out of you. 

Laying next to you, she pulls your head into her chest, curling around you as if she were a safety blanket. 

“You did well, Princess,” You don’t say anything, snuggling into her warmth, “Go to sleep, tomorrow we’ll announce our official status, okay?” 

An slurred ‘Okie’ is heard, before you slip into unconsciousness. Cupping your face in appreciation, her dark eyes glance in the direction of a small green light coming from her video camera. 

Now you’ll have to date her; after all, you wouldn’t want your sex tape to get out, would you? 

[shyficwriter]

I've Got You

Guardians of the Galaxy Fanfic | Reader x Guardians (Yondu is alive)

Summary: After you never let anyone else listen to your music Rocket and the guys decide they want to see what potentially embarrassing songs you have on your music player, but find something else entirely.

Author's Note: ANGST! This story does NOT have a happy ending, or an ending at all really. It may be funny at the start but it's all angst at the end and it'll make you cry. Proceed with caution. This isn't even a joke- it gets heavy. I was going through some stuff... If you think this might trigger anything for you at all, skip this one.

Content Warning: Mentions of suicide/depression.

Word Count: 2,508

You didn't mind sharing with the rest of the gang. You really didn't. You'd share your clothes with Mantis, your food with Groot, and your books with Drax. There was very little you didn't share, except for one thing, and that was your music player.

Anytime someone would occasionally ask to borrow it you would always make up an excuse, usually: "Nah, you wouldn't like my music." and that was usually that for a little while. But, of course, eventually someone would ask again and you'd have to make the same excuses over again. Once you even told Peter it was all accordion music so he'd stop asking to compare playlists. That worked for a bit, until a week later you forgot you had told him that and said how much you hated accordion music when the topic of Polka was brought up. Oops. Well, there went that excuse.

One day was different, however.

You were walking in Peter's ship, minding your own business with your headphones in when Rocket motioned to you. He was sitting at a table with Groot. You paused your player and removed one of your earbuds. "What's up?"

"Groot was trying to ask if he could listen with you. but of course you had your volume up like always."

"You're going to damage your hearing if you keep that up," said Gamora, sitting on the other side of the room with Drax.

You ignored her, turning your attention back to Rocket. "Oh. I don't think that's a good idea.." you said with a wince, feeling bad for having to tell the little guy 'no.' Other than Mantis, he was the one you always felt the most guilty saying 'no' to. Those puppy-dog eyes were killer.

Rocket eyed you suspiciously. "Why? Quill lets him do it all the time?"

He was right. Peter did let little Groot listen to music with him quite often. But you weren't Peter.

Peter startled you when he came up from behind you with Yondu, saying, "Yeah, you're weirdly possessive of that thing. It won't hurt to let him have a listen."

'It might.' you thought. "He might be better off listening to your music, we already know he likes that."

"What's wrong with yers?" Yondu asked, who agreed with Peter about the weirdly possessive thing. You barely ever let that thing out of your sight.

You tried to think of something, "It's uh, not really appropriate..."

Yondu chuckled, "Are ya trying to say ya have dirty songs on that player of yers?"

You blushed. That's not exactly where you were going with that, but if it works... "I'd just say my music isn't exactly, uh.. kid friendly."

Your blush only made it more convincing that this whole time you had been hiding embarrassing music on your device. Rocket raised an eyebrow in amusement and Peter laughed too. "There's no way I'm gonna believe you have dirty songs on there. Let me see." he said, moving to reach for your music player.

You quickly put it in your pocket. "Nope! Bye." you said, turning on your heels and making your way to leave the ship, glad you were docked on a planet as it gave you an escape. "Gonna go head out for a walk, be back soon!"

Peter looked slightly disappointed, but let you go.

Once you were gone Rocket spoke up. "You know, I think I know a way how we can sneak a listen to what she's got that's so secret on there," he said, smirking. "Ya know, if you want..."

Yondu and Peter shared a glance before looking over at Gamora, sure she'd reject the idea in favor of your privacy. Surprisingly, she nodded in agreement.

"I have to admit, now I'm curious too." Gamora said with an almost embarrassed shrug.

And with that it was settled. Rocket told them his plan.

***

The next day when you went to retrieve your music player from your nightstand drawer, it was there as expected. However, when you went to power it on nothing happened.

You groaned, walking out into the common area to look for Peter. Once you found him you asked if he had any spare batteries, only to be disappointed when he didn't.

"Although," Peter said, "If you're gonna walk down to the store to get some I'll transfer you some units to bring back a case of soda."

You agreed to bring him back some soda, but told him not to worry about the units as you headed out the door, having been convinced to take little Groot with you last minute. You never could resist those little eyes of his.

The team waited a few moments to make sure you weren't coming back for anything before telling Rocket to make his hasty trip to go get your music player from your room.

Your batteries hadn't died, Rocket had just quietly replaced them with dead ones while you were sleeping. He switched them back once he got back to where the rest of the team had gathered around the table.

Rocket grinned, thinking he was about to hit the jackpot on embarrassing secrets from you. "What do ya think it is?" he asked, handing the player to Peter. "I bet it's boy-bands."

Peter powered on the player and snickered. "What if it's that Justin Bieber guy that was always on the radio when we went to Terra?"

"Oh, he was awful. I would also be embarrassed to be caught willfully listening to his music." Drax said.

"I dunno, I still kinda think she's got dirty songs on there," Yondu laughed. "Ya saw how she blushed."

Peter rolled his eyes and began scrolling through your playlists. He raised an eyebrow. "I hardly recognize any of these songs." he said. "The only ones I recognize are ones I've already got on mine."

"Let me see," offered Kraglin. "I know more Xandarian songs, maybe they're some of those?" He scrolled for a bit before as Peter got up to grab something from a trunk behind him.

Peter sat back down and Kraglin handed the player back, shaking his head. "I don't recognize them either. Maybe they're Terran?"

"We'll see." Peter said, plopping the device he got from the trunk on the table and plugging it into the player. It was a speaker. "Here, now we can all hear it. Which one should I try first?"

"What's in her 'Recent's' list?" Gamora asked.

"First one says "Stay Alive," Peter says, "Oh! I actually think I know that one. My grandad used to listen to it, it's so old!" he laughed. "I didn't expect her to be into disco music though..." Peter hit play and as the lyrics came out he realized he was mistaken. "Oh... that's... That's not the song I thought it was at all..." he said in surprised concern.

♫♩"... Stay alive, stay alive For better days to come around.

When nothing is right in your head And all of your tears are shed I know how it seems, you're in this too deep But take it from me, it's not the end..." ♫♩

"Um..." Peter swiped to play a new, hopefully less depressing, song.

♫♩"Do you ever feel like breaking down? Do you ever feel out of place?" ♫♩

Nope. Peter swiped again.

♫♩"All day starin' at the ceilin' makin' Friends with shadows on my wall All night hearing voices tellin' me That I should get some sleep Because tomorrow might be good for somethin' Hold on, feelin' like I'm headed for a breakdown And I don't know why" ♫♩

Peter furrowed his brow. The others shared concerned glances, but didn't say anything. He swiped again.

♫♩"It's caving in around me What I thought was solid ground I tried to look the other way But I couldn't turn around" ♫♩

*Swipe*

♫♩"Hello darkness my old friend..." ♫♩

Peter could already tell it was another depressing song, he backed out of the screen into the list of recently played songs seeing titles like: "Nightmare," and "I'm not okay (I promise)," and unfortunately more bluntly: "Don't try Suicide." They listened to a few more songs, and they were all depressing. You did have happier songs on your music player, but your "Recents" list was full of much more depressing songs, as if that's all you had listened to for a long time.

Nobody was smiling anymore, Rocket looked like he was sorry he came up with this idea. Even Drax clearly understood that they hadn't discovered anything good.

Yondu's expression was hard, "Well, I don't like this at all."

"I think we made a mistake." Mantis said, concern painting her features.

"But... she always seems so... ok?" Rocket said, his ears lowered. You were his friend. His prank buddy. He had no idea. "Do you really think...she, you know...?"

"I don't know? I mean, do you think she'd really not say anything if she was hurting this much? Wouldn't Mantis at least have picked up on it?" Peter asked. He looked over at Mantis expectantly.

"I can only feel other's emotions if I touch them," she started, "and... she's never actually let me touch her."

"What should we do?" asked Gamora.

***

You walked in a few minutes later to just catch the last bit of Peter saying something about having a talk with you.

"Have a talk with me about what?" you asked.

It was clear you had startled them, Gamora having spun to face you upon hearing you speak up, and she almost never got startled.

You chuckled, walking nearer the table to place your grocery sack on it. Groot hopped off your shoulder to run across the table to Rocket. "Oh gosh, I didn't mean to scare you guys! I got the soda you asked for- ...what's that?" Your demeanor changed from almost cheery to nervous, the blood draining from your face when you saw what was very clearly your music player plugged into a speaker. Your eyes shot to Peter, the one closest to your device. "Peter? What the fuck?"

"It was Rocket's idea!" Peter exclaimed, his guilt having managed to trip his self-preservation switch.

Rocket didn't even try to deny it. He looked at the ground, "I thought it'd be funny..." he muttered. Groot looked at him in confusion. His friend usually never looked sorry for anything.

You snatch your player from the table. It was currently off, leading you to believe there might have been a chance they didn't listen yet. "Boundaries!" you scold, putting the player in your pocket. "Seriously uncool!"

You went to turn around but you bumped into Yondu who had walked around the table while you were scolding Peter.

"Sit." he said, his face stony.

You look up at him in surprise before Gamora spoke up. "We... listened to the songs you had on your player... We just want to talk."

You just stare at her for a moment. "Seriously guys, what the fuck?!" you say, your tone exasperated and your eyebrows knitted together. "You know what? No. I don't want to talk. I'm going back out."

Yondu grabbed your arm as you tried to push past him. "No. Yer gonna sit." with that he walked you to the nearest open chair and made you sit. His tone wasn't angry, but it was firm.

You felt knots tying in your stomach. Gamora spoke again.

"Look, we're sorry we took your music player without asking, but now that we have, we're concerned."

You pinch the bridge of your nose. No. No no no. "I literally told you guys so many times-"

"I know," Peter said, "but please... Just- we need to know if you're ok."

"Of course I'm ok!" you lied. "Why would I not be ok?!"

"Cut the crap." Kraglin said. His tone didn't seem angry either, it almost seemed sad. "I seriously doubt you'd be listening to all that depressing stuff if you were actually ok."

You attempt to stand again, saying, "Look just screw off-" before you were silenced by Yondu firmly pushing down on your shoulder to stop you.

"Look, we care about ya, ya lil' shit, and we ain't about to just let ya keep suffering if yer hurtin."

That tore something in you.

"Please- guys." You clenched your jaw and looked at the floor. No. Fuck. Not right now. "Just-" You inhaled sharply. Dammit. You were not about to start crying right now. You screwed your eyes shut, before covering your face when you realized that wasn't going to stop the tears and not wanting them to see. "Fuck!"

It all flooded you. All the hurt. All the pain. The hopelessness. The humiliation of the current situation. The guilt of your friends worrying about you. The numbness shattering as white hot pain tore through your soul. You felt what you thought was Gamora putting a comforting hand on your shoulder and you tried to hold back a sob as every bad thought you had about yourself came flooding in. You started to shake, feeling shame as memories of thoughts about ending it all leaked out your eyes. How many nights you had stood in front of the airlock weighing whether that night would finally be the night you pushed that button.

From behind you you heard a strangled cry. A cry of pure anguish. It was only then you realized the hand on your shoulder couldn't have been Gamora's. It had come from behind you. She had been standing in front of you. You quickly jerk forward and turn around in your seat, wrenching yourself from Mantis's hand- but it was too late.

Mantis nearly doubled over, hands clawed into her chest as a sob lodged itself in her lungs. She had only wanted to make you feel better. She wasn't expecting the torrent to flood into her so forcefully, hadn't realized this wasn't something she could just make go away with her abilities. She had felt everything.

The others looked at her with wide, startled eyes. Drax pulled her in and held her, not really knowing what to do but trying to make the hurt go away. Poor little Groot didn't understand what was happening, and Rocket held him so he couldn't see. Peter and Gamora shared an alarmed glance.

You were speechless. You could only stare in horror witnessing what you- or rather your pain- had done to her. "Mantis-" was all you could manage, not knowing what else to say. You barely noticed your tears now started flowing freely down your cheeks. You stood up to run away, but just like every other time you had tried, Yondu stopped you. Only this time he pulled you tightly to his chest, his hand cradling the back of your head as if you were a newborn.

"Girl, why didn't you tell us?" you heard him say softly.

You allowed yourself to be held, not realizing until that very moment just how badly you had needed to be. Fresh sobs broke from you and you buried your face into his chest when he said, "Shh now, little girl, I've got you."

[ask-megamind-blue-defender]

Hi, Megamind! Just curious, did you guys see "Encanto" yet? If so, did you like it?

Ollo!

I apologize for taking so long to respond... Defender duties, you know.

Now onwards to answering your question! (Which I very much appreciate, by the way!) At the time I originally received this message, I had not seen Encanto yet. (Again with the Defender duties.) But now I have. Because it's my little girl's current favorite movie. Meaning that, even though we don't let her watch much television, whenever she does, it's always this film.

Every. Single. Time.

By now, I practically know it by heart.

It could be worse, however, because it at least does have a relatively interesting plot for an animated movie. (Nothing compared to my own film, you understand, but not everything can be that fantastic.) Anyway, I certainly can identify with some of the elements.

Before I talk about those, however, this is an Official Announcement from your Favorite Defender! I am about to describe some details about this film, so if anyone reading this hasn't seen it, proceed at your own risk! You've been warned, Metrocity! Hahaha!

(And NO, if you ignore that caution and read past this point, I will not whack you with the forget me stick just so that you can see the movie without knowing what's about to happen! Honestly! It's your own fault!)

It's not easy being the only one--or even one of a few--without special powers. Trust me, I know. Most superheroes have some sort of unusual in-born ability. Or, you know, one caused by a lab freak accident. Or a military experiment. Or a strange asteroid that in retrospect probably should have been left alone. Like the case of Professor Electron. I feel sort of sorry for that guy; you can't even shake his hand without getting zapped. It makes him pretty unpopular at parties. But then he was the one who, on a dare from a fellow graduate research assistant, willingly licked an unclassified space rock interacting at an abnormally high rate with neutrinos, so...

That's not important right now.

My point is that I get it. I feel for Mirabel. Both because of the lack of ability and because she finds the courage to try to save the day anyway. Well, that and because I know too well what it's like to be sidelined while someone with special abilities is praised.

Honestly, though, the song Surface Pressure hit home pretty hard, too. We're talking bismuth bowling ball levels of heavy-hitting here. It gave me unexpected insight into what my former nemesis, Metro Man, must have been feeling before he retired. I actually empathized with the guy even if he did frame me for his murder. But don't tell him I said that.

So, yes, I find the movie Encanto to be unexpectedly enjoyable. The fact that watching it usually means I have my wife snuggled up to my side and my baby girl in my lap helps a lot.

~Megamind, Defender of Metrocity

[justplainwhump]

Bodyguard

Context: Dany, daughter of a crime lord, has been betrayed by her bodyguard some weeks ago, taken captive, and given to the Casino to humiliate her father. After some time at the home of mean man Ridley Lordin, she's returned to the Casino - and she won't like it.

[Dany]

Content / warnings: Lady whump, noncon (on the explicit side before fade-to-black), references to human trafficking, betrayal, referenced noncon video distribution

Based on an RP I'm doing with @what-a-whump , and on the general Casino AU sandbox with @whumping-newbie . Referenced Ridley Lordin belongs to @what-a-whump and I adore him.

Bordering explicit content and heavy on the noncon themes, so proceed with caution. And as an 18+ blog, let me reiterate - if you’re a minor, please do not interact with this post in any way.

Otherwise - hope you enjoy!

*

"Daddy's going to be on a business trip for a little while, but he sure won't want his little girl to be bored without him."

These were the last words I've heard Lordin say, while I was already struggling to stand, my hand losing my grip of the table. Then, the only thing I remember were his eyes on me, amused and curious, until they became one with the swirling darkness as well.

Now I'm back. Back at the place where he acquired me, at that hellish casino. At least that's what I think where I am, from the few glances I could spare on my surroundings, before someone put a blindfold on me and tied my hands over my head.

Still, the voice I'm hearing matches crazy cane lady.

"She's in good enough shape. Had the physician check her while she was out of it. We can put the news out that she's back here. Work off that waiting list."

A hand pats my cheek. I flinch away and hiss at her.

She simply chuckles. "You're in quite high demand. Serve our clients as good as you serve your master, and I can probably close this place and take a nice holiday for the winter."

"I won't serve anyone", I press through clenched teeth.

"I've heard differently, baby girl." She all but whispers the last part. Like sharing a secret. I feel cold dread rising in me. She shouldn't know that. Lordin wouldn't talk about this to her. It was between him and me. Wasn't it?

"She's all yours for the night", cane lady says to someone. "Drinks are on the house tonight. Thank you for getting her for us. Do you want her set up differently?"

"No", a man mumbles. His voice is low, purposefully indistinguishable, but still it feels like I know him. "It's perfect."

"Here's the key to her cuffs. All sorts of... instruments are in the cabinet by the wall, and an attendant will be at hand should you need any help with her."

"Oh, I know my way around her", he replies.

Fuck.

I know who he is.

I pull at the restraints, suddenly desperate.

"No", I cry. "No no no, Frankie, you can't do this."

Steps retreat and a door closes, before other, heavier steps close in.

His hand cups my cheek, and as he leans in, I can smell his familar scent, smoke and cologne. "Shhh", he whispers into my ear. "It's not like you haven't let me fuck you before, babe."

He kisses the side of my neck, carefully, gently, almost lovingly. Almost like before.

"You've betrayed me", I say. "You've fucking betrayed me. Lied to me, sold me out."

"You've made me rich", he replies, as he lets his hands run down my sides, barely covered by some silken dress. "This place pays me better than your dad ever did. And-" He grabs my hips and pulls me flush against him, chuckling at my pained little gasp. "I still get to have my fun with you, just in all new ways."

I feel him hard against me. I'm dizzy.

"Please, Frankie, don't to this", I whisper. "I trusted you. We... we were friends."

"We weren't. You were business, Miss Hammond, always, then and now. Business with a side of naughty, maybe. And... I like the naughty part better when you can't boss me around."

I feel his teeth grazing my neck next to the collar, a split second warning, before he bites me, hard. I scream, more shock than pain, and he laughs.

"That collar makes you pretty hot, babe", he purrs. "But maybe I just feel different about you since I watched you wear it on this video going round. Lovely detail, really."

I feel all blood drain from my face. "Vi... Video?"

"Mmmhh", he breathes into my hair. "Daddy's girl home alone. Holy shit, that... that was sexy. Couldn't stop watching. Didn't know you'd do that sort of shit. Lordin really has a way with you, hm?"

My knees threaten to give in under me, but Frankie is holding me tight, merciless. "You do have a little daddy complex though, don't you? Lordin could just draw on what's already there."

"Who..." I ask tonelessly. "Who... who has seen this?"

"Everyone", he breathes, as he one of his hands wanders under my dress and begins circling my clit through the lace panties. "You're so hot, babe, you have no idea."

Tears are streaming down my face.

"Shhh." Gently, he brushes my underwear aside and runs his finger along my pussy.

"You always told me you liked it when I did this for you."

He kisses my cheek, disregarding the tears. "And I swear you're getting wet for me already."

"I don't want this", I whisper. "Please, Frankie, help me."

"I want this", he says.

I whimper when he slides his fingers into me.

"Will you beg for me, babe? Like for him?"

"I..." I shake my head. "I beg you to stop, please"

"Not the same", he replies. Still, he withdraws his fingers and I stagger to stay standing.

My arms are pulled even higher and with a small click, my cuffs are free from where they were fixed to the ceiling. Instead of letting go, Frankie slips my tied hands over his head, pulling me into a fake embrace. I still can't see him, but I feel him, everywhere, his lips on mine now, familar and cruel, as he forces me into a deep kiss.

He pushes me backward, step by step, until my shoulder blades hit the wall.

I feel his hands fiddling with his pants, hear a a small rustle as they slide down, and then his cock presses against me. With one hand, he grabs my thigh and pulls my leg around him.

"This is going to be rough", he mumbles. "If you're not gonna beg, then well, instead..." His other hand is in my hair, yanks back my head brutally. "... scream for me"

He forces himself into me, slams me into the wall, and I do.

[-> aftermath]

[mk-wizard]

Rescue Bots and Decepticons: Opinions?

Hello, TF-Fans! Today, this essay is an answer to the question that the lovely @petrichornial and my most popular “asker” right now. How would the Rescue Bots and Team view factions and Decepticons in general. Before I get into this, I am well aware that recently in Rescue Bots Academy, the issue of good Decepticons was addressed and very nicely might I add, but ultimately, in order for them to accepted into society, they had to convert to Autobot which is kind of the norm. Also, I want to point out that the way humans view factions is significantly different from the way Autobots view factions not just because of life experiences, but also because of cultural reasons.

Being human and North American ones meaning they are very accustomed to people so vastly different, I think the Burns family would be very chill when it comes to different factions. While they would proceed with caution around Decepticons, their way thinking especially the logical and noble Chief Burns would be that the Decepticons Autobots were at war with the terrorists which isn’t wrong. If a Decepticons means no harm, I think they would be cool with it. To them, being different is natural and nothing to fear and being of a different nation, colour, race, etc. is just what a person is and has no impact on their character or morals. So I think the idea of a person being forced to convert to be accepted even if they have no criminal record and their way of life is harmless is cruel and unjust. Heck, I could picture them even being vocal about how unfair such a requirement is.

The heat is on though and the bag becomes mixed when it comes to the bots though because they are all varying shades of not trusting to trusting.

Chase is a very lawful Autobot who rigidly believes the law is absolute and the Autobot way is just as absolute meaning his views on factions would be in the most traditional light and he would be the hardest to convince otherwise. His view is that all bots would be better off being Autobots and a Decepticons having to convert to accepted is just the way things are. In his mind, converting is an act of abiding by the law and loyalty to Cybertron. This is not because he is prejudice or because he’s a bad bot. He isn’t. He is a classic case of a person being raised from birth to think a certain way because it is the “right” way and you can only be a good person if you think this way. In other words, Chase’s actions and views towards factions comes from a place of being misguided or rather, being guided with a view on the world that doesn’t make any sense. Heck, even in history, we have seen many cultures and religious groups be taught to think in such a way to ensure that they don’t stray. Trying to tell a person like Chase who was groomed to think like this that their way is in fact flawed is a shock and it is going to met with a lot of resistance, but with time and effort, I do believe is capable of having his mind changed because like I said, he’s not a bad bot. He is a good bot who was bad ideas like “Autobots good and perfect”, “all other factions wrong”, “Decepticons bad and always wrong” and “all Transformers are only most good and right when Autobots”. This would take a while though and sadly, a lot of arguments and full on fights would happen before he would see the light.

Then you have Heatwave who is not as rigid and would be cool with most factions who are not Autobot, but because of the war, he would probably have some amount of prejudice behaviour towards Decepticons. Again, not because he is bad, but in his case, because the Autobots just came out of a war. I imagine many Autobots would develop some amount of xenophobia and question if a Decepticon has any business among Autobots. Knowing Heatwave, I also imagine he wouldn’t be very nice and in fact, be outright rude to a Decepticon who refused to convert even if they were clean. In his mind, why would someone want to wear the insignia of the bad guys? However, because his xenophobia would only be from trauma, can be cured, and if anything, I think Heatwave would even start seeing the error in the Autobot ways.

Then we have Blades who to be fair is kind of afraid of everything and anyone he doesn’t know, but underneath that, he has a curious and open minded side of which he does like to learn about different cultures and even practices their rituals. Just look at how much he loves Earth movies, storytelling, games and pioneer lad activities. While he has never said, his actions tell us that he sees you as a good person if your customs involve doing things that make the world better or bring happiness to people. I think this mindset definitely extends to different factions which includes Decepticons though in the case of that faction, he would initially be afraid to admit it because he does worry how other Autobots see him. I also want to point out that Blades is an Autobot who can fly which is something you don’t see very often, but among Decepticons, this is common meaning he would find more bots like him in that faction than his own. And not just because of his helicopter mode. As much as I love the Autobots, one of the many problematic things about the Autobot way is that it is inflexible. If you’re an Autobot, you have to live like one to a tee. yes, it’s gotten better over the years, but stigma is still there on Cybertron. This wouldn’t stop Blades from being true to spark and admitting his true views and going with them.

Finally, you Boulder who would be the most tolerant of the four. It is no secret that he is unconditionally kind to everyone and looks at everything in a positive light at first glance. Even with the war, I think he would be the most open to good Decepticons and other factions, and even be for them keeping their factions while living among Autobots. After all, when living on Earth, no one told them to go human to live among humans because it was accepted that they could only be what they are. Doesn’t the same logic apply to everyone? I should also bring up that Boulder always came across as the most progressive among the four and at the risk of sounding bold, the one who I can easily picture questioning the Autobot ways namely the rigid and absolute practices. I can even picture him being at odds with many of his colleagues who don’t agree with him to the point where maybe, just maybe he would even leave for a while. Boulder is not the kind of person to side or condone hate or dominance over another person over anything. I would even go as far as saying that he would start encouraging Wedge to getting back his Decepticonhood because he is a good person as he is and doesn’t need to prove it by changing his identity. I mean, why punish the whole faction over what specific terrorists did?

Anyway, this is all just my opinion and I want to hear what you think. Thanks for reading and as always, stay safe.

-MK_Wizard

[mfkinanaa]

CAPRICORN RISING.

Born with Capricorn rising (or on the Ascendant), you may notice a duality in your nature between someone who is, on the one hand, serious, organized and capable, and on the other, uncertain about their ability to achieve all the things they want.

This is a curious combination of capability and caution that usually becomes balanced over time.

The characteristics of Saturn, the ruler of Capricorn, are pronounced – lending you an executive ability, patience and the ability to master difficult tasks, whilst at the same time, generating fear, awkwardness and an inclination toward pessimism or negativity.

Ambition is often strong, but so too can be crippling doubt about your ability to achieve what you set out to do.

Making Your Way To The Top.

When your Ascendant is Capricorn, the mastery of material resources is a prime concern. You may have a tendency to be stern, strict and serious especially – with yourself. You can be far harder on yourself than you are on anyone else. Others may see you as a harsh task master or a capable leader, and you are likely to be well respected owing to your capacity for hard work, pragmatism and prolonged focus.

You need to find ways to make practical and efficient use of the resources that are available to you, and ultimately master your world. To do this, you need to cautiously plan and structure your approach in order to meet the voice of responsibility inside of you, urging you on toward success and achievement.

Treating yourself as you would a member of your team will help. Would you punish and criticize others as harshly as you do yourself? In the course of a day you are likely to do ten things, eight of which you will do very well. Yet at the end of the day it is the two you didn’t master, the two that were “less than perfect” that you will remember and recriminate yourself for. Rather than focussing on what you have not yet achieved you need to recognize what you have. Then you will see that you are more than able to fulfill whatever task is at hand, perhaps with a more patient approach?

Patience and Endurance.

Achievements may be slow to come by, but are usually certain, owing to your methodical approach. The sign and house position of the Sun in your chart will give you many clues as to how this happens for you. Saturn, your ruler, is also known as Father Time, teaching valuable lessons through patience, commitment and endurance. Hardship and frustration teach you to refine your ambitions whilst developing long-term staying power. Limits, laws and structures must be recognized and obeyed. There is a need to make something of yourself; and this will become a key driving force. Submitting to the need for order, structure and discipline will lead to long term satisfaction and contentment.

Sometimes the inner expectation that life must be hard for you makes things far more difficult than need be. You meet what you expect in the world, and with Capricorn rising you may secretly expect hardship and limitation to greet you at every turn. These beliefs can lead to difficulty in realising your goals. The belief that life must be hard for you often sets things up so that they are! Learning to appreciate your need for hard work and discipline, without seeing yourself as somehow under the thumb of Cruel Fate, helps. Also putting your ambitions into perspective is a good move.

The Pleasures of Life.

There is more to life than hard work and discipline. The potential to enjoy the physical things of life is also strong. You need to let yourself enjoy the journey, and your potential for sensual pleasure. This of course is much more easily achieved, once the crippling limitations of guilt and self-repression are removed. This Ascendant also brings great responsiveness to the needs and feelings of those you hold close. You will work hard for the people you care about. An ideal partner is one who can provide plenty of nurturing and support as a balance to all the apparent stiffness of the ‘capable’ Capricorn mask.

Publicly, you may come across as reserved. Always aware of status and protocol, you will avoid doing anything that might adversely affect your reputation. You will be aware of decorum and following appropriate social codes, but behind closed doors, another story can emerge. This sign is also associated with the festival of Saturnalia, in honour of Earthly Pleasures and Delights. With Capricorn rising you will find a sense of purpose and inner balance comes through pursuing your ambitions whilst giving plenty of time for recreation. By developing your sensual and practical sides you will find satisfaction, whilst reminding yourself that you are far more capable than you let yourself believe.

The Gift of Capricorn Rising.

You are a work in progress and, in the end, highly likely to succeed. Affirming that you are able to create what you need EASILY while taking time to enjoy life’s pleasures will help to overcome any self-imposed limitations. Through perseverance and faith in your own ability you will eventually reach the summit of your desired achievements. If in doubt, just think about how far you have come. You are a born leader and strategist. 

AQUARIUS RISING.

Born with Aquarius on your Ascendant (or Rising), you will find a clearer sense of individuality is gained by stepping back to look at life from an objective perspective.

A detached point of view allows for a logical assessment of the circumstances around you, giving you the ability to find, at times, lightning fast resolution to key issues.

This is the sign of the collective over the individual, the group over the singular.

You are likely to have an especially broad view on society that allows you to mix with a great variety of people.

Your awareness of group and social dynamics is paramount for your overall self-expression.

Putting group endeavours first may override purely personal concerns.

There is likely to be a pronounced tendency to act in ways that will benefit the collective, rather than provide personal gain.

This then is the rising sign of the true humanitarian, who gets what they need in ways that are socially responsible and considerate.

You may be suited to working with large groups of people, especially organizations or groups that have a humanitarian focus.

You may also be drawn to arenas such as science, politics, communications or human resources, and have a strong social conscience.

Usually open to scientific innovation, you can be an early-adopter or work with advances in technology.

Broadcasting also falls under this sign, and you may have significant talents here.

Heightened Intuition.

When your Ascendant is Aquarius, your intellect may be highly pronounced, and you may also be gifted with a strong intuition – able to see the gestalt of a situation in one moment, then make pinpoint decisions based upon multi-leveled dimensions of information. With sudden flashes of illumination you see the next step, and should learn to trust yourself enough to proceed. The sign and house position of the Sun in your chart will give you many clues as to how and where this happens most for you.

This rising sign is both idealistic yet practical, and concerned with the benefit of the group. You may be somewhat rebellious and unorthodox.This is as it should be, for those with Aquarius rising are meant to “bring to earth” their vision of future worlds. Accordingly, you may suffer at the hands of others because of your apparent eccentricities. You may have played the role of the outsider or someone different from an early age, and become used to following the beat of your own drum. Freedom is important, as it allows you to continue being the rebel or renegade, ready to bring about the unorthodox and new.

Sometimes Aloof.

Sometimes, this level of future orientation does not manifest. You may instead display a serious and calculating demeanour concerned with social position, status and due process. Isolation and autonomy become strategies used to defend yourself against close connection with others. In this instance, care must be taken not to become too rigid and crystallized as the years go by. A resistance to change, together with a shrewdly calculated social response, can lead to arthritic and nervous disorders down the track, as well as heart problems.

Personal development comes about by remembering to honour the special things that make you uniquely you, allowing for passion and joy in your life. Extremes of emotion are not usually comfortable for Aquarius rising, and you may have to learn to value your emotions as essential experiences, rather than a cumbersome and embarrassing inconvenience.

You Are Special Too.

You will find your greatest happiness comes about when you find the love that is lying beneath most outbursts of emotion, discovering that vulnerability is not in fact a sign of weakness. You may at times look down upon others when they seek to be recognized and seen as important, for you have an innate dislike of self-centered behaviours, and a tendency to view emotional neediness as a curious weakness found in lesser beings.

Opening up to the emotional and passionate dimensions of your being helps you to avoid aloofness, and lets you realize that in order to be truly human, you need to respond with both reason and emotion. In this way, you gain a clear understanding, and not just an abstract idea, of what being human is all about.

The Gift of Aquarius Rising.

Life is best met with a sense of hope and a happy vision for the future, knowing that through the right application of ideas and technology, humanity can be evolve. You are likely to take up social causes, supporting the ideals of liberty, fraternity and equality for all. Your sense of equality and ability to connect with all can be one of your greatest assets. Even if you feel different from the rest, you can find the group that is right for you if you share your unique perspective.

PISCES RISING.

Born with Pisces on your Ascendant (or Rising) you are likely to be an especially sensitive individual, with an ability to “pick up on” the unseen influences in your surroundings.

Your sensitivity is in fact both your gift and your challenge.

Learning to recognize the feelings that flow through you for what they are, and then find an outlet for their expression, is required.

There is an inherent challenge around knowing how to project your self into the world.

The need to present a cohesive sense of individuality is at odds with the fluid and elusive qualities of this sign.

With Pisces, the urge is to merge with one’s environment and then transcend boundaries.

You may find yourself asking – “How can I project any clear identity when who I feel I am is so open to change”? For this reason you may find it hard to know what you want to do in life.

You could find yourself going along with whatever the most dominant influence suggests, even if it does not really make you happy.

The Chameleon’s Life.

With Pisces Ascendant, you may feel like a chameleon or “shape-shifter”, changing your personality to adapt to those around you. You may have a sense that no-one really knows who you are – because the image you project keeps changing. You find yourself taking on other people’s personalities because it is so easy to become whatever you think they want you to be. This is great if you are an actor, but makes dealing with the real world somewhat problematic. Discovering the essence of your own individuality, and then developing this is essential for your happiness. Thus, a delicate balance between focus and fluidity, between adapting to others and asserting your self, is required.

This dilemma will be resolved by cultivating the awareness that you are part of something greater than your individual self. You will find your strength by seeing yourself as connected to a greater whole. This may seem like a paradox, but is the essence of Pisces rising. Your journey will remind you that there is more to life than meets meets the eye. Through creativity, spirituality or service you are likely to find a higher truth that will give meaning to your life. The sign and house position of the Sun in your chart will give you many clues as to how this is likely to unfold.

Heightened Sensitivity.

You may be very creative, with a strong imagination. You may have a strong interest in film, photography, drama, dance, music or any kind of abstract artistic expression. Or you may inherent creative gifts which can be cultivated. Developing these talents or interest will benefit you greatly on an emotional level and help you find your way through the world.

Or you may have a strong sense of spirituality, with a keen awareness of the transcendent aspects of life. Through meditation, contemplation and prayer you find meaning. You may be especially intuitive, even psychic, able to connect with higher dimensions and bring spiritual knowledge into others’ lives.

You may experience strong feeling of compassion for others, and so dedicate your life to service. You could be interested in working with the sick or needy. Or you may be drawn to some kind of therapy or counselling work. Learning when to give, and when to hold back, is essential.You must maintain appropriate boundaries for your own well-being. This can be a constant challenge. Your nature is to give from the depths of who you are, yet you must learn not to take this to an extreme Giving unconditionally is admirable, but giving yourself away is not. When you fail to maintain boundaries you open the door for others to take advantage of you, or to become seriously unwell.

The Urge to Escape.

Some of you may have trouble coping with your sensitivity and so, the realities of life. In this instance, you may become “the victim “ or the one who needs to be saved. Dealing with reality might be avoided, because you have unconsciously set up circumstances which require you to receive “special care”. There may be a subconscious belief that you are too vulnerable to cope, or that someone else should do it for you. You may deal with life by seeking a means of escape. In this case, escape can come through drugs, alcohol, illness and even madness. Or you may give up your individual autonomy by “flowing” with whatever is happening, allowing external events to control you. This can prevent from taking charge of your own life course.You may have a love of indulgence that joins easily with the desire to escape. Emotional extremes, impulses and addictions can take over if your ego boundaries are too loose, leading to all sorts of psychological disturbances.

Other people often provide the discrimination, caution and common sense that you need. Thus you do best with analytical types who can give a rational, no-nonsense assessment of any situation.

The Gift of Pisces Rising.

With Pisces rising you need to balance great compassion, creativity and sensitivity with the constant urge to escape. You seek liberation from your isolated self by merging with others. This may be a romantic ideal, a spiritual dream or a nihilistic vision with no future. Whatever the image is, your challenge is to learn how to manifest your many gifts, and at the same time, stay grounded on the earthly plane. You are a spiritual being living a physical life. Your mission is to make the most of it.

[restapesta]

gossip never ends

Mickey Milkovich simply just showed up one day at the Old Army, tattoos on his knuckles and a scowl on his face. Lola couldn't help but be intrigued -- nobody lasts here long enough to pique her interest, but there was something special about this guy. The gossip spreads like wildfire, but Mickey's something else altogether -- it's just a matter of time before Lola and her friends figured out why.

OR: How Mickey's coworkers found out about who Mickey really was back in season 10 -- this is more of an outlook on Mickey and his feelings throughout season 10 and how it reflected on his job and altogether his demeanor.

This is based on a prompt by @whatwouldmickeydo which was also even more explored by one of my favorite Gallavich accounts on Tumblr @ianandmickeygallavich -- so, I simply just worked through what they had already created. I hope they don't mind I used their prompt and this is dedicated to both of them! Enjoy!

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The gossip began almost the exact moment Mickey was introduced to the three workers by the manager.

The Old Army staff was not a stranger to new workers coming and going, some people sticking around longer, working for a couple of months without stop, maybe even sticking around for a full-time position; some just passing through while on trial-basis, failing to meet the manager's demands and simply moving on to find better or more fitting employment -- but the sight of Mickey Milkovich was definitely not something, Lola thought, anybody, not just the curious employees, was used to.

Lola fell into the group of people who had been working at the store for ages now, starting years ago and still sticking around now, subsequently being present for all the biggest changes made to and within the popular store. She saw the interior change, the managers shift, the employees getting hired and fired -- she saw it all. It couldn't be said for many people. Honestly, only three members of the Old Army staff had actually been working full-time here, while everybody else was just a passing face.

She was so used to seeing new faces that it simply did not phase her anymore -- Lola had her own stable position in the store; she had her colleagues which she got along with, and she never paid much attention to the newbies once they came into the store. She knew it was almost always just for a short while, basically until they made a mistake while working and got politely declined for the position, so she usually just remained civil, not engaging in much mingling or bonding -- it wouldn't last anyway.

The staff change happened way too often, especially with security. The store management had no idea how to pick the right person for the job -- they either always chose the gangly, skinny types; the ones who couldn't defend others or themselves from a burglar if their life depended on it, or they chose the fatties who had a donut too many during their break and couldn't chase ten feet after the culprit.

Still, this guy -- this new, weirdly interesting guy -- seemed promising.

Lola had no idea where they managed to find him -- he was kinda hot, and definitely in really good shape with thighs and calves that could probably kill if they wanted to. He seemed crude and unapproachable, and the brooding, mysterious attitude definitely didn't quench anybody's curiosity as to where the hell he came from and how the hell they managed to find him of all the people in the world. A scowl was constantly etched on the newcomer's face -- not just when he was being introduced to the staff by the manager, as Lola thought would be the case -- but literally at every single given moment of the workday.

There were only rare moments Lola and the others saw him smile -- usually every single one of those moments being when he was texting someone during his break, or when he was coming back from having lunch with someone at the food court. Not that anyone would dare ask who, although they definitely speculated.

Mickey was the type of guy Lola was interested in making friends with. She approached him once during their shared shift -- usually, she wouldn't even bother, seeing how these guards come and go, but this one really piqued her interest -- trying to figure out who he was, where he came from, what he was doing here. Was he single? She needed to know for her lady friend considering how he was most definitely a sight for sore eyes.

It came as somewhat a surprise when he gave off clipped answers to her questions, most of them not even answering.

"Did you always work security?" She'd ask with a bright smile.

"You could say that."

Silence.

"How long are you planning on staying with us?" Trial-basis or undefined employment? Lola wondered silently.

"Until Larry finds me a better job."

Silence.

"Who?"

Silence. And then a quick, "Never mind."

Lola had officially given up on her efforts to befriend and find out more about the man once Mickey gave her a sharp, pointed stare after she pointed out he didn't have a ring on his finger, hoping he would reveal his relationship status to her.

She most certainly wasn't that lucky, and she almost shat her pants at the murderous expression on his face. She didn't ask again.

The others tried to pry information out of Mickey too, but they certainly lacked the subtlety Lola had. She honestly couldn't say she was the most discreet person in the world, but she was in the Old Army, considering how she found herself working with the two most non-discreet people in the world. Lola was upfront too -- let's not get that wrong.

But at least she didn't outright ask him if he was in a gang like Jeremy did.

"I wanted to know if the tattoos were gang symbols! They freaked me out!" The skinny twenty-year-old replied when the other workers gaped at him with wide eyes.

Jenna shook her head. "Dude, you can't just ask a guy if he was in a gang."

He wouldn't reveal his age, let alone his gang status if he had one, Lola scolded Jeremy mentally. The guy was as open as a seashell -- you could try and pry it open to see if it had a pearl inside, but you'll most likely fail and, to be honest, probably get pinched in the process, if not careful. It was perhaps best not to even try or, if you did, to proceed with extreme caution. A bunch of seashells didn't even have pearls in them anyway, so it'd all be useless in the end.

It only took a week for the staff to find out how Mickey managed to find himself here at Old Army out of all the possible places in the world. It was a shock, to say the least.

One morning, the revelation came when Larry Seaver showed up to the store, dressed in a nice suit and tie, wearing his casual, perky smile. He asked for the manager and had greeted Mickey immediately once he laid eyes on the man. Larry approached him as Jeremy went to get the manager, placing a firm hand on Mickey's shoulder, smiling widely at him.

Lola and Jenna weren't snooping, but they did manage to overhear Larry asking Mickey if he enjoyed working here; if everything was going well; if he was staying out of trouble -- a question that certainly didn't help stop the gossip -- and if he settled in home nicely.

Mickey responded to most of his questions with short, non-descriptive answers, but not with any malice or disdain. He answered them as if he had to, putting an emphasis on the "I'm not getting into any trouble, don't worry Mr. Cheery," making Lola wonder why the question even needed to be posed.

When the manager finally showed up, greeting the man happily, Larry followed him to his office, leaving the others to get back to the customers -- and some to get back to stopping crime. It was only when Larry Seaver left that Jenna shouted, "Oh my God, he's a parole officer!" at the other two workers while drinking coffee in the break room.

"He's a what?" Jeremy asked, slightly confused.

"A parole officer! I heard him talking to the manager about Mickey and how he's settling in. Mickey is a parolee!"

"Jesus Christ, I knew it! And you told me I shouldn't be scared." Jeremy answered with a sullen look, exaggerating a shudder.

Lola quirked an eyebrow at her friend. "Were you eavesdropping?" She was more amused than surprised if she was honest.

Jenna shook her head at Lola in exasperation. "So not the point. Lola, the guy went to prison!"

"We should all just quit now," Jeremy added.

"Come on, you big baby. The guy keeps to himself. You have literally nothing to be scared of." Lola was rolling her eyes at the man, slightly annoyed at the comments.

It didn't surprise her Mickey was here on parole -- it didn't surprise her he was in prison at all. He seemed like the type, not just because of his sullen look and crude knuckle tattoos. It also had a lot to do with the way he carried himself as if the entire world was against him and he needed to protect himself from the inevitable upcoming battle. It was probably why he never spoke to anybody, why he never had coffee with them, and why he seemed to avoid human contact at all possible times. It was also, now, very much obvious why he was so good at guarding the store -- it takes a criminal to catch a criminal, she guessed.

Honestly, it all just made him more interesting.

"I kind of think it's hot," Jenna admitted sheepishly.

Jeremy's eyes bulged out. "You're kidding me."

She shook her head, smiling like a teenage girl. "He's dark, brooding, mysterious. And he's got a really nice ass."

Lola laughed at her friend and at Jeremy's horrified expression. "You should go flirt with him. Maybe you'll be able to figure out if he's single or not." She was only partly joking. Jenna probably didn't need a repeat of what Lola had gone through.

She sighed sadly. "A guy like that is not single."

"Yeah, sure. An ex-con definitely isn't single and is probably in an extremely committed relationship with somebody who loves him for who he is. And that same ex-con guy totally loves somebody back with his whole, entire heart." Jeremy quipped sarcastically and Jenna pinched his bicep in response.

"Love is love, asshole. People murder for love."

Jeremy nodded in response. "Exactly. That's probably why he was in prison."

Jenna rolled her eyes. "You know what? Unlike Jeremy here, I'm not a pussy. I'm gonna go talk to him."

Lola's eyes widened in response and she smiled widely. If anyone would take the bullet for the team, it'd be Jenna. "You go, girl! Get him. Just make sure to be subtle about it"

Jeremy and Lola watched as Jenna went up to Mickey who was standing next to the Old Army store entrance, looking as bored and uninterested as ever. When he saw Jenna approaching, he grimaced, obviously preparing himself for the confrontation.

Jeremy and Lola locked eyes as Jenna began to audibly flirt with Mickey. They couldn't hear everything she was saying from where they were eavesdropping but they didn't hear Mickey even speak. Based on the disappointed look on Jenna's face when she walked into the break room again, they didn't think it went that well.

"So?" Lola inquired hopefully.

Jenna shook her head. "Completely uninterested. I even made my boobs look bigger in this shirt. Didn't work, obviously."

"What'd he say?" Lola probed deeper.

"Well, I asked where he lived, where he used to work, if he was settling in nicely -- and he just kind of hummed."

"Hummed?"

"He barely even answered the questions."

"Maybe he's gay and in a committed relationship with a dude," Jeremy added sarcastically, once again. "Maybe I should go up and flirt with him instead. See if it works for me."

Jenna rolled her eyes at Jeremy's sarcasm. "You're too big of a pussy to do it. Plus he's probably not gay."

Jeremy didn't rise to the bait. Instead, he just smiled. "Whatever you say, Jenny. Oh, by the way -- I totally am."

Mickey never spent his break with the others. In fact, he was either sitting outside the store, drinking Pinkberry and messing around with his phone, or he was at the food court, presumably meeting somebody for lunch. Lola was dying to know who, but she never dared to ask or to check, although it would have been so easy.

The curiosity extended out of the workplace as well -- Jenna, Lola, and Jeremy had a group chat. It was, at first, formed as a work chat, purely for announcements and work hours, but as time passed -- and as the employees and employers changed -- it evolved into something much more. Now, it was their main gossiping media.

 --- old army besties ---

LOLA (9:56 PM): I can't find him anywhere on social media.

JEREMY (9:58 PM): You're obsessed.

LOLA (9:58 PM): Fuck off, Jeremy.

JENNA (10:03 PM): There are a bunch of articles about him escaping prison!!!!!!!!!

LOLA (10:04 PM): NO SHIT

LOLA (10:04 PM): LINK NOW

LOLA (10:04 PM): !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JENNA (10:06 PM): https://images.app.goo.gl/rzDzCogf1H84QD78A

JENNA (10:06 PM): HEHAGDJADGAIGDAJFGAJFGAJFGA

LOLA (10:08 PM): oh my god

JENNA (10:08 PM): I KNOW

JEREMY (10:07 PM): ya'll are crazy

JENNA (10:08 PM): Is it bad it just makes me even more attracted to him??????

JEREMY (10:09 PM): yes.

LOLA (10:09 PM): NO!

LOLA (10:10 PM): Jenna, same.

JEREMY (10:11 PM): I have a psych ward to recommend you to. Hold up.

JENNA (10:11 PM): Jeremy, stfu

*JEREMY has left the chat*

LOLA (10:12 PM): You wanna add him back in or should I?

JENNA (10:12 PM): Neither.

JENNA (10:12 PM): Let him suffer.

 The gossiping continued for a while. It didn't honestly seem like it would stop at all, and nobody really seemed inclined to put an end to the wildfire gossip that spread through the entire Old Army staff. Not that anyone cared much, either, if they were being completely honest.

One day, though, the Mickey who was always grumpy and never without a scowl seemed particularly furious.

He spoke to no one, he didn't check his phone at all, which was a rare occurrence and almost never happened -- he was usually glued to the thing, always texting someone -- and he basically looked like he was ready to kill the next person who dared steal something from the store.

"Anyone wanna ask what crawled up his ass and died?" Jenna asked lowly, observing Mickey from where she and Lola stood behind the cash register. Jeremy hung around in the back, angry that they still hadn't added him back to the group chat.

Lola simply grimaced. "I guess we've been dealing with happy Mickey all this time."

Jeremy pretended not to pay much attention to them, very much bitter. He just muttered, as a side note, loud enough to get even Mickey's attention, "Yo, I guess they found who killed that parole officer."

That piqued Lola's interest. The murder was all over the news the day before -- a parole officer named Paula had been thrown out the window -- and Lola didn't expect them to have found the killer so soon.

"Already?" She wondered, out loud.

"Who is it?" Jenna asked.

"Some ex of hers -- Shelly, I think. They arrested her yesterday."

Lola released a sigh. "That's some good news. Now she can't hurt anybody else." She mentally applauded the police for the good and quick work.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Mickey was listening in to their conversation. She could have sworn she heard him snort when she muttered the last part, the one about it being good news. She saw an opening, and when Lola began to open her mouth and try and include him in the conversation, he had already turned around and left to stand back at his regular spot, expression sullen, pretending as if he never even cared to listen in after all.

Mickey was gone all of a sudden one day -- as the manager had told them briefly, on paid leave. He didn't reveal why or when he'd be coming back, only saying how Mickey had something important come up, and that he'd eventually be back. He didn't seem to be aggravated while talking about Mickey, so Lola guessed he didn't get fired, nor that he was being tested again for his position -- he had honestly been doing great. Better than the ones before him, at least.

Lola was actually somewhat shocked. She was also slightly disappointed he didn't tell her.

Mickey had actually started opening up a little -- not much (when she said little she meant very little) -- but he was finally communicating with them during their shift together, something he most certainly hadn't even tried to do, no matter how hard they tried to push. He also seemed happier, coming in one morning looking the happiest Lola had ever seen him.

It was the first day Mickey made actual conversation with her -- about the ugly clothes in the store, nevertheless -- and she genuinely was starting to like him.

"Maybe he likes you," Jenna told her after noticing them talking.

Lola blushed. "Probably not."

Jeremy snorted and both women turned towards him. "He's probably more attracted to me than you." He muttered absentmindedly while scrolling through his phone.

"Still sticking to the gay theory?" Jenna asked pointedly.

"I may not be dark, brooding, and mysterious, but my gaydar is on point. At first, I was skeptical, but he rocks that pink pastel shirt a little too well." He said, a small smile playing on his lips.

Jenna and Lola shared a look before both rolling their eyes.

"Let's hope he asks you out." Jenna finished and Lola blushed even more. Stupid crush. Jeremy snorted.

She was a little disappointed he was gone but his step-in was a cute guy and the gossip between her, Jeremy, and Jenna was endless -- Jenna and Lola came up with different theories as to where he was which all ranged from family emergencies to crazy prison breaks -- Jeremy would simply roll their eyes at them whenever a new theory came up.

When Mickey came back a couple of days later, it seemed as if he had a spring in his step. For the first time in all the time Lola had known him, instead of a scowl, there was a smile present on his face.

"Holy shit, he's smiling." Jenna pointed out incredulously, and Lola simply nodded shell-shocked. He had a beautiful smile.

It was even weirder when he greeted them when he walked into the store, uttering a simple, "Hey" which neither woman expected.

"So, that's happy Mickey," Lola said under her breath. "Good to know."

The sudden chirpiness didn't disappear throughout his entire shift and Lola began to wonder what type of vacation he had gone on to be this happy. She needed to ask him -- if it could take the stick out of his ass, then it could definitely make her feel like she was in heaven.

The answer came shortly after.

"He's got a ring on his finger."

"What?" Lola and Jenna exclaimed simultaneously, looking at Jeremy like he was crazy.

"The hell are you talking about?" Jenna asked, glancing between Jeremy and Mickey, inconspicuously trying to catch a glimpse of Mickey's hand.

"He's married, guys. He probably got married while he was away. There is a golden band on his ring finger."

Lola and Jenna were surprised they missed it. The ring shone brightly on his left hand, reflecting the shitty lighting of the Old Army store. It looked beautiful and, somehow, it made him look complete. She didn't even realize something was missing until it was there, staring straight at them. That's what the wedding ring seemed like -- a piece of Mickey they were all simply missing. Something that let them know that there was somebody in his life, a single person, who had his heart -- a person who managed to pry open the shell and find the pearl. Perhaps the process was painless; perhaps it wasn't -- Lola supposed there were only two people in the universe who truly knew the answer to that question.

"Well, I didn't see that coming."

Lola chuckled, letting the genuine happiness she felt for him consume her. "Me either."

The next time she passed him, she smiled at the ring widely. "Congratulations! I see the ring." She pointed at his hand.

Mickey smiled softly, gazing at it with a look in his eye Lola could only describe as love. "Yeah, thanks."He seemed a little uncomfortable, so Lola refrained from asking about his wife, and if he had any pictures to show her. She was learning new things about this man every day. The woman who tied him down must have been patient, but also extremely lucky.

"Ugh, I wish he was single," Jenna muttered again later on in the day, gazing longingly at Mickey's ass. "That butt makes the whole ex-con, escaping prison thing worth it."

Lola laughed at her friend, agreeing silently.

It was nearing the end of their shift, and the four people had changed out of their uniforms, getting rid of the ugly pastel pink color, exchanging it with something that was actually fashionable -- Mickey had an especially good fashion sense, in Lola's opinion (he could rock ripped jeans). Mickey had still been in the staff changing room when Lola noticed a guy hanging around the store. A tall, extremely hot redheaded guy, with one of the best bodies she'd seen on a man in a while.

She shook Jenna's arm so she could point out the guy to her, aware that Jenna deserved to gaze at a man this good-looking. He was wearing a tight-fitting black shirt along with skinny jeans that accentuated all of his muscles, from the ones in his arms to his leg ones -- he was ripped, and Lola could only assume there were chiseled abs hiding underneath the shirt. He was drop-dead gorgeous.

Jenna turned around to see what the fuss was about, but her mouth fell open when her eyes landed in the ginger.

"Oh my God, I think just came."

"Me too," Lola admitted. She was genuinely concerned for her wellbeing. "I think we need to get laid."

"Definitely." Jenna's eyes were glued to the man. His hair was perfect too -- slicked back, and just... it was a sort of, ' you simply had to see it to believe it' type of situation. He was beautiful. "Man, how the fuck does God create these men?"

Jenna didn't tear her eyes away. "He must be either really bad in bed or a total douchebag. There's no way he's that hot and nice too."

They suddenly heard Mickey's voice behind them. "Trust me, he's neither."

Lola and Jenna jumped in surprise, but she didn't even have a moment to think about what Mickey said. She was still looking at the ginger, but his green eyes were locked on somebody else though, and he didn't even seem to notice the two women gaping openly at him.

When Lola turned to follow his gaze she was surprised to see it land on Mickey.

"Oh my dear Lord, he's totally eye-fucking Mickey!" She whisper-shouted at Jenna, Mickey being far away not to hear her. Jenna whipped her head around towards where Mickey stood, seemingly unaware.

"Oh my God, he totally is!"

Mickey noticed them staring. He raised an eyebrow at the two women and then as if on a whim, approached them. "You need anything?" He asked, seemingly uncomfortable, but he still paid no attention to the fact a guy was blatantly letting it show on his face that he was imagining all of the things he could probably be doing to Mickey, right now. The redhead had the biggest case of bed-eyes she'd seen in a while.

Lola blinked herself out of her daze. "Um, no. Uh, we just-- we, uh--" She was at a loss for words and Jenna didn't seem to even think about helping.

"Ugh, God." They suddenly heard Jeremy exclaim. All eyes turned to him. "There's a really hot guy outside the store, and he's staring at you." He made a gesture as if saying, 'See, that wasn't so hard now, was it?'. "That's what they're trying to say."

Mickey turned to look forward outside and when his gaze fell on the guy -- the guy he had most certainly already noticed -- his face lit up even more, and his lip curled into a smirk. He turned towards Jeremy and nodded at him. "Glad to see you toughening up."

Jeremy smiled at Mickey as if they were sharing an inside joke, and both Lola and Jenna had no idea what it was. They shared a disbelieving look. "Learned from the best, man," Jeremy replied as they fist-bumped and Lola knew her and Jenna's eyes had to be unnaturally wide.

"So um, so you know the guy outside? He's totally checking you out." Jenna nodded at the hot guy who was still watching them -- watching Mickey, specifically. Lola guessed he was waiting for him, for whatever reason. She guessed hot guys stuck together. If he wasn't a ginger, Lola would have assumed they were brothers and that the good looks simply ran in the gene pool. Lola watched as Mickey locked eyes with the man and smiled. The guy raised his eyebrows in question and Mickey just kept the grin on his face.

"That's Ian, my husband."

Shock couldn't even begin to describe what Lola was currently feeling. If somebody had dumped a bucket of ice-cold water down her back, she would have probably been less surprised. As she was contemplating everything she knew and had been learning about Mickey, the man in question waved towards Ian to join them. Ian made his way inside and Lola could lie and say she didn't swoon.

"Hi." He greeted sheepishly with a smile, previously observing the commotion.

Mickey seemed unnaturally relaxed as he stood close to Ian, wrapping a hand behind his back subconsciously. Lola wondered who the man in front of her was -- it most certainly wasn't the grump Lola had been working with all this time.

"Ian, meet Lola, Jenna, and Jeremy."

Ian smiled politely at all three of them, leaving Lola in a daze -- God, he was gorgeous. She was just about to reply when he nodded at Jeremy specifically. "Sup, Jeremy. Heard a lot about you."

Jeremy smiled back at Ian. "Same, dude. Your husband just can't seem to shut up about you."

Ian smirked, and then turned to look at Mickey, "Is that so?"

Mickey rolled his eyes. "Fuck you both. I got married. What am I supposed to do? Just shut up about it? Hell no."

Ian laughed and draped an arm around Mickey's shoulder. "Don't worry, baby. I don't mind."

Ian and Mickey shared a quick look, and Lola wondered if she would ever find a person who would look at her the way these two men looked at each other. She suddenly felt bad for thinking Mickey was straight -- everything about this simple interaction screamed gay.

"We should head home, I know you've been waiting for ages outside."

Ian nodded. "Yeah okay, let's go." He then smiled at the three people in front of them widely. "It was nice meeting you guys."

Jeremy was the only one capable of responding. "You too."

"See ya'," Mickey muttered lamely as a goodbye and the couple was out of the store in the blink of an eye, arms wrapped around each other, talking quietly, their expressions pure happiness.

Lola and Jenna turned around to stare at their friend.

"What the fuck was that?" Lola asked, incredulous.

The traitor in front of them shrugged. "What? While you guys were coming up with conspiracies and weird theories, I actually talked to the guy. He's pretty cool. He was raised and lives on the Southside where he met Ian. He first spent some time in juvie. Got shot twice. Went to prison, escaped from prison, went to Mexico, worked for a cartel, rolled on said cartel be with Ian. They were in prison together and they decided to get married when they got out. He's actually been giving me tips to boost my street cred. We've been working on that shit for some time now."

Lola shook her head in thought. "When did you guys become so close?"

Jeremy snorted. "When you decided not 5o add me back to the group chat, bitches." He smirked. "Revenge is a dish best served cold." As an afterthought, he added, "I'm not dark and brooding, but I guess I can add mysterious to my list of charms."

Lola and Jenna watched him as he turned around.

"Is it just me or did he suddenly get hot?"

Lola sighed loudly. "I think we've been tricked."

Jenna groaned, suddenly. "I can't believe it. Two men that hot -- and they end up with each other. Like, what the fuck? Why can't there be one for me?"

Lola laughed, but, as always, silently agreed.

Everybody lost their jobs when the pandemic hit, and when the Old Army finally went back into business, Mickey Milkovich wasn't there. The gossip moved on to different topics and different employees -- the hot security guard was nothing but a distant memory.

The next time Lola saw them was years later. She was much older, much more experienced, and much more in love. She had met somebody, had fallen deep, and it had changed her life for the better.

Love was an interesting thing.

Mickey was standing at the corner of a street. The sun was shining brightly above him, and Lola realized he still looked as beautiful as ever -- his face was much more relaxed though as if the walls he had spent years putting up were suddenly all down, letting his pearl shine through, and glint in the sun. He was waiting for somebody outside of a store, and somehow, Lola knew it was his husband.

She couldn't remember his name, but she could never forget the look.

So many years had passed, and Lola had gone through so many relationships -- but the look was what always had her looking for more, never settling for anything short of what she knew she could have. What they showed her she could have.

Once she found someone who looked at her the way Ian -- Lola would only remember his name sometime later in the day -- looked at Mickey, and somebody she would look at the way Mickey looked at Ian -- that was when she'd know she had found the one.

Ian exited the store, much to Lola's expectation, his red hair, slightly grown out, fiery red in the Sun. The boy holding his hand was smiling widely, and the smile only grew once he saw Mickey.

The boy dropped Ian's hand and ran towards -- Lola simply knew -- his father, jumping into his arms. Mickey picked the small boy up effortlessly -- he was no older than five -- laughing along with him as the boy dove into, what Lola presumed, a story.

Ian and Mickey shared a look, so akin to the one they had shared that day, years ago, in the store, filled with so much love, adoration and happiness before focusing their gazes on their child. It wasn't just between them anymore -- the love they had was now for the little boy as well, nurturing and taking care of him, allowing him to bask in it. They probably didn't even realize they were doing it.

Lola felt tears in her eyes.

She had once searched for the look.

Now, she hoped she would one day be able to share this look with her own husband and her own child.

Lola patted her swollen belly.

One day.

She watched as the two men and boy pulled away, still listening to the story the boy was telling. Lola pulled her phone out as she watched their retreating forms.

Lola opened the group chat, typing excitedly.

 --- old army besties ---

LOLA (12:33 PM): You'll never guess who I just saw.

 She was thankful for many things Mickey Milkovich showed her, but the one thing she was grateful for the most was that thanks to him, the gossip never ended.

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Trouble, Trouble (Part 2) | Javier Peña x Murphy!reader

Summary: You’re Steve’s little sister and show up to Columbia for a visit. You catch a certain DEA agent’s eye.

A/N: I’m so sorry for the delay. I haven’t felt like writing and there’s been a lot going on at home. I finally got to writing this and I hope you all like it. It’s been a while since I’ve watched an episode of Narcos, so if i’m a little off character, apologies. Also, please ignore any grammatical errors. I read over it like three times but sometimes errors get through. Hope y’all like it! xx 

!! It’s got some flashbacks in the beginning that might be triggering, so proceed with caution. !!

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You’d met Tony at one of the nightclubs in Miami. You were working as one of the entertainers for some extra cash when he’d took a liking to you. He started coming in every couple of days, making sure to leave a good tip for you. You hadn’t thought much of the cash. Cash was cash at this point and it was more than enough to cover your debts. However, Tony had come back a month later with a new group of guys, this time cocaine under their belts, which at the time you had no idea about. 

Tony cornered you one night and asked about you wanting to make extra cash. Again, cash was cash and you were naïve. Your instincts should have been better considering who your brother was. You were to take the boxes which were to be delivered every Friday to other night clubs surrounding the Miami area. Rule was, no looking in the boxes. Just deliver them to the night clubs and leave it with the bouncer. You figured it was easy enough. 

However, two months in, 8 deliveries total, you became brave and curious. What was this guy getting you to deliver? Why was it so secretive? Where was he getting the cash to pay you every week, especially the large sum that was delivered to you the next night after a delivery was completed. These are questions you probably should have asked yourself before getting into this situation, but again, you were naïve. You peeked into one of the boxes one night and there wrapped inside was cocaine. You knew right away, you were dealing with a drug cartel and there was no escaping now. The next night when you saw Tony, you told him you didn’t want to do deliveries anymore. 

“You don’t want to do deliveries no more?” He’d asked you with a cigarette between his lips. It was you, Tony and two other guys in a private room. He never came without backup. Yeah, Steve had taught you self defense, but to take on three guys, who were all carrying guns? That was a death wish. 

You shook your head, “N-no.. I.. I want to work here on Friday nights again.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, flicking the cigarette against the ash tray and bringing the cigarette to his lips again, “You stop making deliveries when I tell you to.” He stood and took a step closer. 

However, when you stepped back, your back hit the chests of the two men. You gulped as you stared up into his dark and soulless eyes, “I just.. I miss my girls on Friday’s you know?” 

He stared at you for a few moments before he gave a signal to his boys. The two men grabbed you by the arms and held you against them as Tony lifted part of your skirt and pressed the cigarette but into your skin and burning a small hole into your thigh. You’d cried and screamed against one of the man’s hands. 

Tony gripped you by the chin and made you look at him, “You’re in this now, chica. There’s no escaping. You do deliveries until I tell you stop. You understand me?” 

You whimpered against the man’s hands and as he dropped it so you could answer, Tony’s fingers gripped your chin even harder, “I said, do you understand me?” 

“Yes.” You whimpered. The men’s grip on you loosened and you fell to your knees in a sobbing mess. 

He had not been stupid. He knew you’d looked into those boxes. He also knew you were too scared to say anything. Especially when he personally delivered a note to your door that threatened to kill your family and that he knew you’d seen the deliveries. However, you were smart. You worked under a different name and he had no idea who you truly were. It was an empty threat. 

You spoke to Steve a few days later during one of your routine checkup calls and you’d mentioned coming to visit. That’s when he told you no; Columbia wasn’t a safe place for you. However, you figured it safer than having to face Tony again. At least you would be with your brother. He could protect you right? Or would you be making a mistake and bringing danger to him? 

~

“Please tell me there’s coffee.” You mumble out as you walk into the kitchen. 

“Geez, you look rough.” Steve snickers into his mug. 

You flip him the finger and make a face at him, “asshole.” 

“Here is a cup and creamer is in the fridge.” 

You gratefully take the coffee mug from Connie, “You’re a saint.” 

A knock sounded on the door. “Probably Peña.” Steve comments before calling out toward the door, “Come in!” 

“I smell coffee.” Javier says as he walks into the kitchen, slipping passed you he takes in your messy hair. You hadn’t slept well at all last night. “Damn, you look rough.” 

Your mouth is agape as you stare at him. The balls on this guy, “Yeah well, so does that mustache you’re trying to grow.” You bump shoulders with him as you stalk passed him. 

He holds a hand to his heart, “Ouch.” Connie and Steve can’t help but chuckle at the jab. He proceeds to make his coffee, “You want a ride to the office?” He directs his question to Steve, but you pipe up.

“Oh, can I tag along?” 

“it’s not bring your little sister to work day.” Steve answers, “You’re gonna hang out here with Connie. Don’t want you roaming the streets and get lost or something.”

“Uh.. I have work today, remember?” Connie says, pointing at the calendar on the fridge, “it’s been written on the calendar for a week!” 

“Damnit.” Steve mutters, “Fuck.” 

“I’m not a little kid. I can handle being home alone.” 

Javier leans against the counter and sips his coffee, “Why couldn’t she come? We haven’t had a lead in weeks and we’re probably going to be doing paperwork all day anyways.”

You raise your hand into the air, “Um hello, not a child. I can take care of myself. I don’t need a babysitter.” 

“Just let him baby you. Makes him feel better.” Connie teases Steve and gives him a kiss, then rounds the counter to give you a hug, “See you guys tonight.”

 “I don’t get a hug or kiss?” Javier holds his arms out. 

Connie rolls her eyes at his antics and blows him a kiss, “That’s as close as you’re getting to me. There’s no telling what diseases you have.” 

The three of you finish your cups of coffee and you stand, “Let me get ready then we can go.” 

“Hurry up or we’re gonna be late.” Steve takes the mugs and washes them out as you head to the bathroom to shower. 

Javier can’t help himself as he watches you saunter to the bathroom. You can feel his eyes watching you and decide to tease him a little. A little teasing never hurt anyone. Leaving the door cracked, he can see your reflection in the mirror. He leans forward to get a better look around the wall, just in time to see you pull off your shirt and shut the door. 

~

When you arrive at the Embassy, you three walk directly back to Javier and Steve’s desk. “Not too bad.” You comment looking around. You spot their board filled with photos of what you assumed were cartel members. Some had red X’s over their photos, indicating they were dead. There was a column for Columbia and another column for Miami. Your eyes scanned over the different photos. 

“We shut down this group last week.” Javier boasts, pointing to the group of men on the left. 

You nod, “Connie said Pablo was always one step ahead.” 

Javier sighs and leans back against his desk, crossing his arms over his chest, “Yeah. The fucker is quick. I think we’re getting close though.” He points to the right side of the board, where Miami column was located, “Found out a few members are working in Miami.” 

Your breath catches when you see his photo pinned to the board. 

 “His name is Tony. From what we know, he’s the one who delivers the cocaine to various clubs around Miami.” He could tell by the look on your face something was wrong. 

Your face had gone pale, like you’d seen a ghost. You knew he was in the drug cartel, selling cocaine, but what you didn’t know was he was working alongside Pablo Escobar. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Javier takes a step toward you and gently grabs your elbow. 

You gulp and nod, trying to shake it off, “yeah yeah.. I’m fine.” You definitely were not fine. You were in trouble. 

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Do you have any young acquaintances reading ASOIAF ? My 12 yr old brother wants to dive into the books . He hasn't watched the show though . Should I give him my books ?

Hi there!

I would actually advice against that. I really think ASOIAF is 16 +. And I know even older people (in their twenties) who've never dared to read them.

On the other hand it is really difficult to prevent curious teenagers from seeing, reading, experiencing what they are curious about. I would actually advise you to have a serious talk with your brother about it. Explain to him how there is much of brutality etc. and that is it not for him, not yet. If you tell him some of the stuff that happens in the books, he might decline for a while (or he might get more curious).

My daughter was curious about GoT and I actually allowed her to watch when she was a few months shy of her 16th birthday. I watched with her though, warned her about gory stuff and in the beginning we skipped that.

If you do have the feeling that you cannot hinder him to read the books, it would be better if he does not do so secretly. He would need someone to talk about it. If he does read them in secret and gets nightmares (something that happened to me when I was his age) it is important not to scold him about his curiosity but to talk with him.

In my experience this is the most important part. Do not leave him alone with the experience.

Children do things secretly and if they do it is important that they have a safety net.

I read something as a child that I was not supposed to read. And my mother's first priority was not to tell me: "I told you so", but to help me get rid of my fears. And it happened to me as well. My children watched something that was not for them (my daughter because she was shown this film by the babysitter [damn] and my son by accident). It happens and anyone who thinks this does not happen deludes themselves. I knew a couple who did not let their son watch anything even though he was already 16. And when they were away for the weekend, he hacked the password and watched horror movies the whole weekend (surprise, surprise).

We cannot shield our children or smaller siblings from everything. It is a difficult situation, to be honest, but I think you should talk with your brother about it and explain it to him. You know best how mature he is and how he handles a refusal. You can offer to tell him a bit about the world if he is too curious. That way his experience can be 'safer' so to say. Or you can actually convince him to wait.

Proceed with caution. This is not an easy situation and if you have a good relationship with your parents this should maybe be something you discuss with them as well.

Hope this is helpful!