#he lets people shock him with a dog collar professionally and he said I had the best sense of timing of anyone’s who’s done it ☺️

[ninjastormhawkkat]

The Church Grim hopped from the couch Archie placed him on. Archie was glad he put the dog down before that dirt bath. The decaying dog then marched over to Evangeline and gave a small, happy bark as his tail wagged. “It looks like he likes you.” Blur commented. Evangeline gave a small smile at the dog and knelt down to the creature. The Church Grim happily let her pick him up and rewarded her kind act with kisses, which grossed a few people out. “Aww, you are a friendly little guy. Whoever your owner was before you died must have treated you well.” Evangeline cooed. She noticed a faded dog collar and dog tag around the Church Grim’s neck. The tag was old but the text was still somewhat visible. ‘Zosimos? That’s a unique name.’ Evangeline wondered to herself. She also wondered what a Church Grim was doing around these parts as well. A knock on the door gathered everyone’s attention. “Looks like pops is here.” Gene said, giving a warning glare to Evangeline. She looked a bit surprised to learn this man was Matthew’s child, though he did have similar facial features to the old man she saw. Evangeline put Zosi down much to the dog’s displeasure. Gene opened the door for Matthew and let the man inside. Evangeline and Matthew soon locked eyes. Everyone around them could suddenly feel the cold and tense atmosphere surrounding them. “Evangeline.” Matthew simply said in a professional yet cold voice. Evangeline frowned with remorse, she could still see twinges of fear in his eyes hiding behind the anger. “Hello again, Matthew.” Evangeline replied. “So my son said you wanted to see me personally.” Matthew exclaimed, cutting to the chase. Evangeline nodded. “Yes, I wanted to keep you out, but after learning some things. I believe you are the key to helping free the others trapped by Myra and her allies.” Matthew looked at her with confusion. “You must be mistaken. My was nothing but a spineless woman who did everything Drake told her.” Matthew growled. Evangeline furiously shook her head. “No, you may have believed that but that isn’t true. Drake wasn’t in charge, he was just a follower. They weren’t even siblings, yet they were still related by blood.” Evangeline exclaimed in a grim tone. Everyone looked shocked and stunned, none more so than Matthew. “What…what are you talking about?” He asked, looking confused. Evangeline let out a shaky breath. “I don’t know exactly how old Myra is, but she is old, very old. Drake is her descending great nephew. They made that lie so no one would suspect she is immortal. I’m not sure on all the details, but she used magic to gain immortality so she was a practitioner. Matthew, you didn’t know this, I didn’t know until it was too late, but neither Drake nor Myra could be killed except by demonic or angelic forces.When Wordman told me you killed Drake, I knew that must mean you had demon or angel blood within you. It allowed you to kill them. It allowed you to break the deal Drake had. “ Evangeline exclaimed in a frantic tone. “I…I do have demon blood, from my deadbeat father Corbin who was a demon. Something I learned recently.” Matthew admitted, which earned a shocked look from Blur. Atomic muttered, “Of course you would be one” which earned him glares from Tristan and Gene, telling him to shut up. “But what deal are you talking about? What deal did Drake and Myra make to keep them alive?” Matthew demanded. Evangeline paused before looking at Matthew with a grim expression. “They made a deal…to become acolytes with the Unspoken Ones.” Evangeline replied. @dualnaturedscientist

"Hold on a minute, some weird guy is staring at me. Probably some bum trying to get change off of me." Comments like that had ensured he would absolutely be relieved of guilt for what was to happen next. A smile spreads across the figure's facial features, revealing inhumanly sharp teeth glinting in the street lights. A hand quickly shot out, taking a hold of the rather obnoxious man. "What the hell are you doing-" A scream soon pierced the quietness of the night. It quickly became a horrendous gurgling noise. The cellphone in the man's hand had fallen in the process. Leaving the person on the other end to become worried and confused about what was happening to the man. It didn't take very long for the man to become completely still. The figure allows him to finally fall to the cement below, licking at his blood stained lips in satisfaction. "The night, it is still so young. I don't think I shall waste another minute on you." Like a ghost in the night, he had vanished. As if he were never there. Leaving only the grotesque mess he had made for others to find. Unknown to him, there was a witness to this who had seen the whole thing. Watching in complete and utter fear. The figure grinned, it was as if he were seeing the world through different eyes. The opportunities that awaited him. It sent a shiver of excitement up his spine. His thirst might have satiated but he wasn't satisfied with only that. Oh no. There was so much more he had in mind for this city. Just wait till morning until they discover his little surprise for all to see. It wasn't until hours later did he finally return to the house. Feeling pleased with himself. Carl shot up in bed, heart racing so fast within his chest. Calming down once realizing he was in bed with Matthew. It took the retired scientist to recognize his surroundings. "That's right.. we're at Gene's place." The dream he had woken up from was already fading from his memory. It was rather absurd, recalling what he could. He could've sworn the dream was incredibly vivid and felt so real. But the little bits of the dream that he did remember became fuzzy and distant in his mind. Carl wasn't as quiet as he thought. Matthew had woken up. "Love, are you okay?" His voice had brought Carl from his thoughts. "Matthew, dearest. I hadn't meant to wake you up." He frowned, feeling guilty as he wanted his husband to get as much rest as needed. "It's alright, I needed to get up early anyway. Don't feel bad, my darling. I'm worried about you, though.” He gave Matthew a smile. “It was just a dream. I was just startled from a dream. I don't even remember what happened in it anymore. I'll be fine.” Matthew pulled the other into his arms, holding him in such a comforting manner. Placing a loving kiss to Carl's forehead. “Even so, I've still got you.” The former scientist blushed. Matthew still had such an effect on him even after all this time. “Thank you, my love.” They had stayed like that for a good while. It wasn't until Carl noticed the time that he forced Matthew to get out of bed and to get ready for his community service. Though there was something that had been bothering Carl since waking up. He had not remembered going back to bed after his conversation with Gene last night. No matter how much he tried to, it just kept coming up blank to him. Carl sighed, he must've been that tired that he didn't remember. He was getting up there in age. “I could stay back. Margaret won't be very happy about it but I don't want to leave you if you're not okay.” Carl smiled once more. “I'm not going to be responsible for what she'd do if you tried. You're also expecting a new face there, aren't you?” Matthew looked surprised at that. He had completely forgotten about that. And Carl did make a point. Wincing at the thought of what Margaret might do if he actually did skip out on it. Though for Carl, it would've been absolutely worth it. Whatever punishment she'd dole out, he'd endure for his dearest husband. “Go get dressed now.” Matthew chuckled at that before doing as he said. Leaving Carl to this thoughts.

Carl still felt unsettled by the dream, it was like he was walking through a mist. Yet at the same time it was like someone or something was controlling his body and actions. The dream was scary, but also ludicrous. At one point Carl thought he saw someone who looked like his old narcissus ex boyfriend who he never thought about again until now. Carl just let out a sigh and shook his head. 'It was just a nightmare.' Carl reassured himself. He remembered how reading how the mind and senses can trick the body into thinking something is real when it isn't. His strange dream was just one of those cases. Carl decided to get out of bed and go downstairs. He was going to try and help his son and other son-in-law deal with this strange and frightening case of kidnapping. Carl pushed away the issue of the nightmare and headed downstairs, ignoring the feeling of dread in the back of his mind. Carl also did not pay attention to that fact that his mouth was no longer dry and that there was no glass cup on the nightstand when he got up that morning. Atomic Steele surveyed the area with caution and an intense gaze. He was going over the area looking for something out of the ordinary. Something that had bothered his friend and teammate Electric Blur. Something in this seemingly abandoned area affected Blur's powers. "I wasn't sure what just happened. It felt like I was suddenly communicating emotionally with a strange energy wave that was being transmitted from there. I felt uneasy and scared...but also sad for some reason." That is what Blur told Atomic when she came back to their hideout looking shaken and worried. She told him she never felt anything like that before, not even from the fallen B.E.A.W labs. Atomic Steele offered to check it out for her as the young heroine wasn't keen on returning to the spot. While Electric Blur was being comforted by her other teammates, Atomic followed the directions the heroine had given him to the location where she felt the strange and unsettling energy. What Atomic Steele found when he got there was a large but abandoned warehouse surrounded by an empty field. The area was surrounded by a rusted, wired fence. The place looked like it hadn't been used for years. Still, the normally brave yet brash young hero couldn't help but feel a child go up his spine. His gut and instincts telling him there is something dangerous here, something evil. Atomic Steele walked up to the doors of the warehouse. He grabbed at a rusted handle and tried opening it. To the hero's surprise and growing caution, the door easily unlocked. Atomic Steele took a deep breath and steadied his nerves. He then proceeded inside the warehouse in a slow pace, ready to discover what laid inside. "Oh hello there Matthew. Cutting it a bit close are we." Miss Dewey lightly teased the former villain as he just came into the library to start his community service. "Sorry about that Miss Dewey. I had some problems this morning but I'm here now." Matthew replied, feeling a bit embarrassed about cutting things close. He really didn't want to leave Carl and Gene alone during the family crisis that was happening but at the same time he really didn't want to test the limits of his second chance at freedom from prison. Miss Dewey gave the man a look of sympathy and concern. "You know, if there is a serious problem going on at home, I wouldn't mind helping you fill out some forms to request a temporary leave from your community service." The librarian offered. Matthew smiled in appreciation at her kind gesture. "Thank you Miss Dewey but I'll be alright." Matthew responded. "So has the new service worker arrived yet?", the former villain asked. Miss Dewey smiled and nodded. "Yes he is here. Matthew, allow me to introduce you to Frank Leigh." Matthew glanced over to the man Miss Dewey introduced. He looked to be a few years older than Victor but still younger than Matthew and Carl. He had dark hair and light, blueish gray eyes. The man gave a friendly wave to Matthew. "Hi nice to meet you." Frank spoke in a kind tone. @dualnaturedscientist

[harryspet]

positions | b.barnes & p.parker

[warnings] dark!bucky barnes x reader, grey!peter parker x reader, petplay, abduction, collars/bondage, brainwashing, noncon/dubcon oral sex, degredation/dehuminization, sex slave training, some weird shit 

A/N: So I tried something new and this is kind of a test to see if people like it. I’m into it so I figured I might as well write it :) if you don’t know what petplay is ... google it 

In which Bucky trains you for your new owner, Peter Parker. 

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You dipped your head down, trying to get your fingers closer to your mouth you could pull out the gag tightly wrapped around your head. Your cheeks were wet with mascara and tears and your body was completely sore, having been wrestled, bound, and thrown into a cage. Leather cuffs decorated your wrist, ankles and were even wrapped around your thighs, all connected together by chains and leaving you positioned in all fours. 

You even felt a tightness around your neck which could only be a collar. 

Where are my clothes? 

Of course, he knew you were a tourist, having asked him directions to the club you were supposed to meet your friends at. He joined you and bought an entire round of drinks for you and your friends. You were broke so how could you turn down drinks from such a nice guy? Who cares if he was trying to get into your pants, your friends would help if he got too handsy. You remembered dancing with the older and extremely handsome man for most of the night, actually enjoying being pressed against him. 

You remembered the dark brown hair that he pushed back from his face, the stubble you felt against your cheek when he spoke in your ear. 

You were supposed to take the pill he offered you together but now you knew his must have been a placebo. Your friends saw his face and they’d help the cops find you. That’s what you told yourself but as the hours that felt like days went by in the dim, concrete room.

You weren’t alone, you knew that, you could hear the moaning and whimpering of other girls that you assumed were locked away just like you were. You were being sex trafficked, you assumed, and the thought was suffocating you more than the gag was. You began to hyperventilate and, no matter how much you tried to control your breathing, you couldn’t stop yourself. You welcomed the darkness of sleep and hoped you would wake up in your hotel room. 

You awoke to the sound of tapping on the cage, your heavy eyes blinking open to find the man who was responsible for your kidnapping. Unlike the smile he wore when you first met him, the look on his face was stoic as he bent down to examine you. 

He said his name was James but his friends called him Bucky.  

“Look how beautiful you are even when you’re crying,” He said, a pain in the back of your throat when you realized the tears were starting again, “Look at those eyes … I knew you had the face for this.” 

He reached towards you, pulling up the hinge that was keeping the cage shut. It was a simple contraption but with your limbs pinned by leather, it made the simple task impossible to do. He opened the cage, reaching into his back pocket, and pulling out what looked like a …  leash, “C’mon, doll, let's get the hard part over with,” He was going to lead you around like a dog? You backed yourself up further, suddenly thinking you might be safer inside the cage, “I’ll give you another chance ... “

You shook your head, an inaudible sound of protests coming from your mouth because you were gagged. He clicked his tongue, “That little collar around your neck, that's the one good girls wear. Would you rather wear an electric one?”

You paused, your eyes widening. This was even worse than you assumed and, although you were shaking, you let him attach the leash to the collar. He stood, pulling on the leash. It tightened the more you hesitated and you found yourself struggling for air. You crawled out onto the cold concrete, unable to stand up. 

The room reminded you of a basement or a mad scientist’s lab, concrete walls, one wall lined with cages, another covered in what looked like torture devices, and a metal table in the middle of the room, “There you go, good girl,”  He started pulling you further along and but you couldn’t coordinate your movements. The feeling was so unnatural. You finally got a look at the other girls but, unlike you, they weren’t bound like you were. Some were sleeping peacefully and the others had their wide, wanting eyes on Bucky as if they desired his attention. 

Growing frustrated, you started to pull back, but it only choked you further. You struggled to make actual words come out but you were loud against the gag, though your efforts were probably futile. He forced you to crawl over to the table, where he paused before he was suddenly wrapping his arms around your torso. 

He lifted you onto the table and, for a short moment, you imagined the muscles that were probably underneath his black shirt. The cold of the table sent a chill through your body, adding to the eerie nature of the room. As you tried to move into a more comfortable position, resting your bottom back on your feet, you felt a sharp sting to your bottom, “I didn’t tell you to change positions,” You heard him say, and when you tried to turn your head to look at him, he spanked you again, “Face forward, pet.”

You tried to blink away your tears as you turned your head away, “Are you naturally obedient … or are you just scared out of your mind, huh?”

You weren’t sure either. The only thing you knew was that you wanted to be miles and miles away from where you were now. Were you even in New York anymore? 

“The fear will go away,” He said and you felt him messing with the leather cuffs wrapped around your limbs. He tightened them in areas that were loose and made sure they were secure. When he got to your gag, you didn’t expect him to untie the cloth from around your mouth. Before it was loose enough, “Speak and the shock collar goes on … nod if you understand.”

Slowly, you nodded. Trying to protect yourself, you decided you would be obedient for now. When there was a clear chance of escape, you could take it. The gag being gone gave you back some comfort but your lips trembled. You wanted badly to say something, to reason with him but he seemed set on doing whatever he was going to do. Whatever he did to those other girls … 

You felt a hand on your waist, it wasn’t rough, but his touch sent warning signals through your brain, “From now on, the only words I should hear from your mouth are ‘Yes, Master’. Do you understand?”

Your lips did not part to utter those words which led to a spank on your bottom. You yelped at the initial one and his assault continued until you gave in. You squeezed your hands into a fist, embarrassment rushing through you, as you finally said, “Y-Yes, Master.”

Sounding triumphant, he moved on to the next part of his inspection. Still looking forward, you were pulled to the side when he grabbed a hold of your hair. He separated it, almost neatly, into two sections, tying each side into a ponytail and effectively removing it from your face. Next, you watched him walk over to his wall of torture tools. 

You looked at him then down at the restraints around your wrist. You pulled your hands in opposite directions, testing the strength of the chain connecting them. When he approached again, he was holding another black item. You tried backing away but he grabbed a hold of your arm, “Shhh,” He spoke, sounding more annoyed than calming. You weren’t sure what it was until it was right in front of your face. Black leather straps attached to a metal ring. When he grabbed your face, forcing the ring into your mouth, you thought you might choke once again. Like the cloth gag, he tightened this one behind your head, “There, that’s better. Your first, big reward will be getting to take off that gag … in the meantime, you’ll learn how to beg without using your words.”

He held your chin in his hand, the other touching over your hair. For a moment, he seemed to look at you with adoration. 

+

For the next three weeks, you’d stay in that cement room for almost twenty-three hours of the day, Bucky only letting you out for your “lessons” or to let you relieve yourself. He’d told you a while ago that you wouldn’t do anything without his permission, not even go to the restroom. It was dehumanizing which you knew was the point of all of this. You were already starting to feel relieved whenever Bucky appeared because it meant you could come out of the cage. 

He often walked you around the room, letting you practice coordinating your movements. Humiliating as it was, your favorite thing was when he’d take off the restraints, letting you stand up, as he bathed you. 

Today, things were different, “It’s your lucky day, pet. We start house training today.” In the morning, he came down the stairs, and, this time, he led you up them. Undoing the chains but leaving the cuffs allowed you to move more freely but you learned that he still wanted to crawl. It made you feel small, in comparison to the massive house that was built above the basement. The home was sleek, expensive, and clean as well as full of grays, whites, and black colors. 

Bringing you into the living room, The living room was illuminated by the tall windows and you could see the thick green trees outside. You definitely weren’t in the city anymore. You could run now, if you could find a way out. So far, you hadn’t spotted a front door but maybe that would be the obvious out. He was a professional after all and your escape would take some critical thinking. 

Right now, you were focused on not being punished. From the moment Bucky decided to move the ring gag, you’d do anything to keep it off. You’d gotten used to the feeling but it was still painful and it didn’t make you feel any better about yourself when you were constantly drooling on yourself. 

You soon learned what exactly Bucky meant by housetraining. Instead of spanking, Bucky decided on a new positive reinforcer. With everything you did right, he gave you little bites of chocolate which you became grateful for. The food he served down in the basement didn’t resemble anything tasteful. 

First, you went through positions. 

Stay, Sit, Heel, Wait, Come, Stand, Bed or Crate, and plenty more an adult woman could easily do but fight her cognitive dissonance at the same time. You tried your best to not focus on the embarrassment and remembered the food … you even took comfort in the soft pats on your head and bottom, a reminder of human contact. 

“When I tell you to Mount, I want your face down and ass in the air,” The command was simple enough but Bucky sensed your hesitance. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen every inch of your body already, “Face down,” Bucky urged you, his voice deep and commanding. 

Slowly you moved down to the carpet, your bottom in the air. You felt him standing behind you, probably taking in the view. He placed his feet between your legs, kicking them apart and allowing him a better view. He was quiet for a moment and you began to assume the worst, jumping a bit when you felt a hand on your bottom, “Face down,” He commanded again and you pressed your cheek to the carpet, “Good. Don’t you worry, sweet thing. I’ll leave this hole untouched for your future owner … though I am tempted.”

“Up,” He said, grabbing ahold of the leash attached to your collar. He led you towards the white, leather couch, taking a seat while pulling you in between his spread legs. Leaning forward, Bucky’s held your face in his hands, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. Bucky watched the panic in your eyes, the uncertainty and fear that was still lingering, “Things will be so much better when you realize you rather be a dumb, little puppy … the overthinking, the anxiety, you can let it all go, let someone else take control.”

You began to shake your head and Bucky grabbed your chin roughly, his eyes darkening, “You’ve been good all day, don’t start now,” He said, his grip still tight, “I think you need to show me a little bit more gratitude.” You watched him begin to wrap the leather leash around his hand, over and over, until he had all the control of it. It pulled you closer to his crotch as Bucky leaned back against the couch. 

“I’m sure you’ve done this before, right?” He smirked, undoing his belt, and unbuttoning his jeans. 

“Please-”  You yelped as he pulled you even further. 

“Pets don’t get to make demands. I don’t want any thoughts going on in that little head that don’t involve your mouth being around my cock. Understand?” Another rough pull. 

You nodded, “Y-Yes,” You rushed the words out, “Yes, Master.”

“Good puppy,” He spoke condescendingly, reaching into his briefs to pull out his cock, and he touched it against your cheek, letting you feel how hard he already was, “If you make me cum fast enough, I’ll let you sleep upstairs tonight.”

You’d never fully admit it to yourself but the prospect of sleeping in a real bed, at least not sleeping in a cold basement, sounded a lot more appealing than the food. Though you were hesitant, you knew how badly you wanted to stay upstairs, even if that meant you had to be with Bucky. 

You grabbed the base of his cock with your hand and put the tip of him in his mouth. As Bucky’s head tilted back, you began to work your magic which wasn’t much seeing as how you hadn’t been in many relationships. You worked him into your mouth slowly, trying not to trigger your gag reflex, while you stroked his bottom half. “Good girl �� good girl,” You heard him whisper, trying not to find the way his face contorted in pleasure as attractive. He took you away from everything, you had to remind yourself. 

As time went on, you could tell he was getting close. You swirl your tongue around his tip, anticipating his orgasm. He grabbed you by your ponytail, pushing you further down, as he came down your throat, “Swallow it all,” He grunted, “Good girl.”

You did swallow it all though it was hard to hide your disgust at the taste. Bucky looked amused, once again taking your face in his hands. He had a thing for your lips, that much you understood, and you wondered if he wanted to kiss you. Maybe it was another thing that was oft limits and to be saved for your true “owner”. 

That night, Bucky kept his word though you slept at the end of his bed with a pillow and blanket, your collar chained to the bedpost. Somehow, it was the best night's rest you had in weeks.

+

“This is … impressive,” Peter breathed out, stuffing his hands into his pocket in order to keep them from fidgeting. The sight of women displayed before him, each one of them beautiful, was reddening his cheeks which he hoped Bucky didn’t notice, “And you’ve trained all of them yourself?”

Like he was showing off one of his greatest accomplishments, Bucky smiled. Three of his “pets” sat on their knees obediently in the area in front of the fireplace. All tourists and all of them had something special Bucky noticed about them. Holding two glasses of bourbon, he handed one to Peter to which Peter accepted politely, “Tricks and all. Piper there has been with me for over a year. Feel free to touch and try out the merchandise, they love it.” 

The girls did seem eager to get their hands on him, with warm smiles and flirtatious eyes. Though they loved Bucky, they’d been trained to work hard so that one day they can be adopted by someone else. All they had worked for would be worth it once they were chosen.

Peter’s eyes widened, “Actually, I don't think-”

“Not your cup of tea, Pete?” Bucky raised an eyebrow, bringing his glass to his lips. 

“No, uhm, that’s not it,” Peter said. The entire idea of this was becoming a little too real for the young Avenger. He knew what had led him here, the loneliness of being a superhero, and the inability to get close to someone out of fear that his enemies would target them. That's how he lost MJ and he’d promised himself that he’d never hurt like that again, “I’m not sure about … all of this.”

Bucky placed a hand on Peter’s shoulder, giving him a look that father might give a son, “You have a lot of empathy, that's why,” Bucky explained, “But you already do your part to society, saving people and risking your life. It’s okay to be a bit selfish and take back from the universe. You deserve it, kid. Besides, I’m sure your left-hand could use a break every now and then.”

Peter shook his head, trying to hide his amusement, “Ha ha.”

“C’mere, let me show you something,” With his hand still on his shoulder, Bucky led Peter over to the basement door, “I’ve never shown anyone where the magic happens. My customers usually see one of the girls, gets over excited and immediately wants to buy one.”

The lights flicked on and illuminated the staircase. As they went down, Peter’s eyes were wide with curiosity, feeling as if Bucky was the villain and he was entering his evil lair. Well, his feelings weren’t totally wrong, “... do they usually test them out too?”

“Usually, yes …” Bucky trailed off, realizing something, “You’d like someone untouched, I can tell. There’s someone that I think would be perfect for you.”

The two walked along a long corridor until getting to a room full of metal cages. You were the only one left downstairs, the other girls were ready to be sold, and you were sleeping peacefully like you did most time during the day. After seeing Bucky leading the other girls away, you didn’t expect to see him for hours. Now that he had returned, you were perked up, and even more curious about the man with him. 

Seeing someone new made you want to cry out for help but that would be stupid. If he was with Bucky, he was probably into Bucky’s sick business too. They stopped in front of your cage and Bucky crouched down to open the lock, crawling out as Bucky beckoned you by waving his hand. 

Peter’s heartbeat quickened at the sight of you, watching how your eyes darted back in forth between the two men. You seemed just as frightened as Peter was, “Sit,” Bucky told you and, hesitantly, you sat back on your knees, your hands in your lap. Though you were still naked, you’d earned your way out of the restraints except for your collar of course. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she? I haven’t named her yet but I’ve only had her for a few months.”

Bucky ran his hand over your hair and then down your back, his hand resting on your bottom, “Yeah, uhm … yeah,” You connected the dots quickly, realizing the man with the light brown hair and kind eyes was interested in buying her, “She already seems very behaved.”

You looked to Bucky to see his reaction and he had a proud look on his face, “We had an issue about two weeks ago but it was easily corrected,” You cringed, looking away, remembering the week you spent with the electric collar on all because you’d tried to run to the front door. You could still feel the current rushing through your body, paralyzing your muscles, “She is very sweet, good with her mouth and she’s a cuddler, that’s why I think you’d be a good match.”

Bucky stood and you wished for a second that he’d keep caressing your back. He’s spent most of the last week with the other girls and you hadn’t slept upstairs in ages, “Would she really be ready after two months?”

Bucky sighed, “I’d have to keep her for a few more months. It usually takes more than a year,” Peter nodded, “But, for my friend, I’ll make sure she’s ready as soon as possible. So?”

Peter looked you over again. There was something about you that was different … special, even, “She’s the one,” Peter said, surprising himself and Bucky smiled. 

You didn’t know if you’d be able to recognize yourself in the coming months but, just like that, your fate was sealed. 

+

six months later … 

You remembered your last night with Bucky. He reminded you every day it seemed like that you’d be going to Peter soon. You’d curled up in his lap, letting tears fall down your cheek as Bucky wiped them away, “I know it hurts, pet,” He spoke soothingly, “Peter is a good friend, you’ll see me soon. Besides, it’ll be nice not having to share, won’t it?”

Bucky took your silence as a sign of acceptance, “That’s my good girl,” He cooed and you tried to keep in your sobs as you accepted his comfort. He leaned down to kiss your forehead and then your cheek. It was the perfect distraction and you almost didn’t notice that he pricked your neck, filling you with a sedative, “When you wake up, you’ll be somewhere new, but I want you to be on your best behavior. You’ll listen to him … you’ll comfort him because he’s your new Master. You can do that, right?”

“Yes …” Your voice began to trail off as your eyes got heavy, “... Master.”

“Goodnight, pet.”

+

Peter awoke the next morning to a phone call. He rolled over in bed, picking it up, “Hello?” He asked groggily. 

“Mr. Parker, you have quite a large package here. Should I send it up?” It was the man at the front desk downstairs. Peter was confused at first since he hadn’t ordered anything but the realization hit him quickly, “Mr. Parker-”

“Yes, send it up, please!” Peter was already hurrying out of bed, looking around the room for clothes. Peter was expecting you tonight and he thought he’d have all day to get things ready for you. When he finally made it out of the room, there was a knock at the front door. Taking a deep breath, Peter answered. One of the bellhops rolled in the package which was wrapped in red wrapping paper and a bow. Just in time for Christmas in a few days. 

Peter waited for the bellhop to step out and tipped him handsomely. Even if the man did think Peter had made a shady purchase, Spiderman wasn’t exactly a figure you wanted to go against. A lot had changed since he was a teenager, a lot for the better. He wouldn’t be standing in the foyer of his penthouse apartment if things hadn’t changed. Peter couldn’t buy his happiness, he knew that, but he had a feeling you could change things. 

Peter carefully unwrapped the paper, trying not to startle you further, but it seemed that it was too late for that. As Peter crouched down at the opening of the cage, you had pushed yourself to the back of it, your knees pulled to your chest, and tears dry against your cheeks. 

You looked different, Bucky having dressed you in a new, light pink collar as well pink ribbons to decorate your pigtails. He’d even given you a dress though it was tight to your skin and barely went over your bottom. 

“I’m not going to hurt you, I promise” Peter said, opening the door to the cage, “I’m Peter, remember? … do you want to come out?”

He was asking you? Bucky never asked what you wanted. 

Peter racked his brain for all the training information that Bucky had given him, “Come,” Peter said, remembering the word from the manual, “ … please,” He added. 

You moved slowly, getting onto your knees as you slowly crawled out onto the cool, marble floor. Up above you could see a shining chandelier and looking around you could tell there was much to discover. Peter, kneeling beside you, said, “This is your home now,” He informed you and couldn’t help but wish Bucky was here. You were already missing his bed, you even missed when he would come down to the basement and set you free, “I’m going to take care of you from now on.”

Peter was your Master now, you had to remember that. You belonged to him now and, unlike with Bucky, you belonged to him solely. 

You trusted Bucky. And when you were finally reunited, he’d be overjoyed that you’d done as he told you. Bucky wanted you to be happy here and he wanted you to make Peter happy so that’s exactly what you’d do. 

“Do you like it, Princess?” Though you still had dry tears, your lips pulled into a thin smile which surprised Peter.

Princess, you liked that name. 

The younger man, reach out, and you took the opportunity to brush your face against his hand. Peter stroked your face as you nuzzled into him. You loved his touch and you craved more of the feeling. You pushed closer and closer, causing Peter to fall back on his bottom as you climbed on top of him. Still grinning, you placed soft kisses along his neck and then on his chin. 

He laughed, sitting up on his elbows, “I’ll take that as a yes. How about a tour?”

Anything to make you happy, Master.

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hope you enjoyed!!

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"Clueless" *Part 3*

Okay so my dog ended up being totally fine, and luckily I had most of this written beforehand. <3

PS- REALLY shouldn't have watched the actual movie while writing this...lulz. Count how many actual lines from the movie you catch.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

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He drove back up the Beach House, but you and Ariel had abandoned it for a loft in the city, no forwarding address. He asked himself why he was putting so much effort just to get back in contact with you. He couldn’t explain it, it was like something against logic.

He dialed Ariel’s number.

IGNORE.

Redial.

IGNORE.

Text: “Answer your phone!!!”

Redial.

“What do you want?”

“I want to talk to Y/N,”

“Well she doesn't want to talk to you,”

“What did you tell her, Ariel?”

“The truth,”

“I don’t...I can’t even begin to imagine what that means in your language,”

“Oh whatever Raf, what does it matter what I told her? She’s MY friend, not yours!”

“You don’t OWN her Ariel,”

“Don’t I?” She smirked. “I feed her, I clothe her, I give her a roof to sleep under. I even gave her a cute necklace with her name on it, like a collar,” she smirked.

"You're evil," he sneered.

“I’m a saint,” She scoffed. “Do you know where that girl would be without me? Do you know the years it would take in a therapist's office to heal the emotional trauma I so selflessly saved her from? Her life will be enriched and better because of me, how many girls can say that about you?"

“Oh right, like helping her hasn’t served you any purpose?”

“What purpose could it possibly have?”

“Please, if I ever saw you do anything less than 90% selfish I’d die of shock,”

“Oh that would be reason enough for me,”

“Look, I get it. You've never had a mother so you're treating her like your personal Barbie doll,"

“And what, you wanna be her Prince Ken? Or, lawyer Ken,”

“She’s NOT a Barbie doll!”

“You’re right, she’s not. So I’m not going to let you play with her emotions,”

“What does that even mean? For fuck’s sake Ariel, I just want to be her mentor,”

“Really?” Rafael could hear her rolling her eyes through the phone. “You’re trying THIS hard to mentor some girl you met less than 24 hours ago? REALLY,” She chuckled.

“I may not be ‘Harvard’ smart BRO, but I’m not stupid. I know when a guy has let’s say, less than moral intentions with a girl,”

“It’s not like that,” He growled. “She’s a sweet girl, Ariel. And I’m not going to let you try and change her into your clone,”

“Wha--my clone? Please, Raf she could NEVER reach my level. Believe me, I’ve tried for four years. She’s a good sidekick,”

“This isn’t over,”

“Isn’t it? You have ZERO idea where we are,”

“Please, there’s maybe 5 places in Manhattan you’ll go, and they’re all on the Upper East Side. It’s not hard,”

“Well then, I guess we’ll see who’s better at hide and seek!”

CLICK.

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Ariel rolled her eyes with a smile just as you walked in the living room.

“Who was that?” You asked, toweling your hair from the shower you had just exited.

“Mom,” She rolled her eyes. “She wanted to make sure we weren’t tearing this place up,”

“Oh?” You asked, suddenly hopeful. “Was she going to ask Rafael to check?”

“What? NO,” Ariel shut down that thought quickly. “I assured her she didn’t need to send that dog over here to sniff around you anymore,”

“Ariel,” You rolled your eyes with a sigh. “I’m a big girl,”

“I know sweetie,” She walked over and scrunched your face. “Such a big girl,”

“Whatever,” You rolled your eyes again walking back to the bedroom.

“Hey…” Ariel grabbed the TV remote. “Do you wanna watch Clueless?”

“What? ….Why?”

“I don’t know, you mentioned it yesterday and now I can’t stop thinking about a young Paul Rudd,”

“....Who looks exactly like present Paul Rudd,” You laughed.

“I know right? I want the magic face cream he must use,” She giggled as you both sat down on the couch to watch the movie.

----

“See, Cher isn’t a bad person, right? She saved Tai,” Ariel gestured to the TV.

“Am I Tai in this situation?” You eyed her.

“Well, yeah,” She shrugged. “Duh,”

“I’ll take it, I love Brittany Murphy,” You shrugged.

“RIP,” Ariel made a sign of the cross with a kiss looking up to heaven. “We should pour one out for her,”

“On your mom’s thousand dollar rug?”

“Okay, so maybe just pour one for us,”

Her phone vibrated wildly; it vibrated so hard it fell off the coffee table onto the floor. You picked it up to put it back, but you happened to glance at the screen.

BHOLE BARBA: You can’t keep her from me forever, Ariel

Wha….keep who from him? You? Did...was he...did Ariel….?

“Alright, who’s ready for mimosas?!” Ariel said in a singsongy voice as she returned with two flutes of champagne.

“What is this?” You held the phone up to her. She read it, her eyes grew wide.

“I...He’s talking about the Adele CD I borrowed from him forever ago, he’s weirdly possessive about ‘her’,”

“Ariel,” You interrupted her with a stern face.

“What?” She played dumb.

“...How could you do this to me?” You asked with a hurt expression.

“Do what?” She rolled her eyes with a laugh. “Protect you from my loser ex brother?”

“You--! Oh my god,” You couldn’t believe it. Your own best friend was trying to mess with your happiness?

“Oh come on Y/N, it’s not that big of a--” She rolled her eyes with a laugh, pissing you off even more.

“It IS a big deal!” Tears stung your eyes, you hated that you started crying when you got angry. How pathetic was that?

“Why? You can’t possibly be in love with him or something,” She scoffed.

“NO! Of course not,” You crossed your arms. “But he could help me with school, with my career! Don’t you want me to get a good job, eventually move out of here?”

“Maybe I don’t!” She yelled suddenly.

“...What?” You asked in disbelief.

“Look, Y/N,” She sighed. “I...you...we both know under normal circumstances, we would never be friends,”

“...I mean, I guess…” You shrugged.

“Oh come on,” She gave you a look. “You’d have to explain every sentence you spoke to me,” She had crocodile tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Oh come on Ariel,” You sighed and sat next to her. “You’re NOT stupid,”

“I’m stupider than you!” She cried.

“...More stupid,” You corrected her.

“See?” She sniffled.

“Okay, but-- still,” You took her hand. "You're my best friend. Do you think that if I don't have to live with you anymore, I won't be your friend?"

"Maybe…" She looked at the floor.

"Ariel!" You cried. "Really? Come on,"

"You come on!" She was actually getting upset now. "Look, Y/N. I don't have...friends,"

"What?" You snorted. "You have the biggest social circle I know!"

"Yeah but--" she tried to find the right words. "They're not like….friends, friends ya know? They're more like…. followers, or leeches, of--"

"Sycophants," you chuckled. She did surround herself with as many people who would tell her she was amazing as possible.

"I don't know what that means but probably, yes," She nodded. “You’re the only one who I can actually talk to, you’re like my little sister,”

“....Right, so…? You think I’ll just give all that up if I move out? If I don’t need you financially anymore?”

“Maybe…” She mumbled. “But ALSO, if that stupid asshole gets into your head about me!”

“Oh God…” You put a hand over your head. “Ariel,” You took both of her hands and looked at her very seriously.

“You are my absolute best friend in this entire world, no…’boy’ could change that! I’ve known you so long, I know you completely. Nothing he could tell me would make me turn on you, I swear it,”

“Really?” She raised an eyebrow at you.

“Really! You held a hand up like an oath. “AND, even if-- WHEN, I get financially stable and can live on my own two feet, I will ALWAYS be your friend,” You used the oath hand and placed it in hers again. “I swear it,”

“....Okay, but absolutely ZERO sleepovers here,”

“Oh, my god, ARIEL,” You gasped. “I JUST want to talk to him about law stuff!”

“Yeah, that’s what he said too,” She rolled her eyes, not believing either of you.

“He did?” You felt your face fall.

“Ah HA! See? Disappointment!”

“Shut up,” You hit her. “I don’t care, we should just be professional anyway,”

“Uh huh,” She nodded sarcastically.

“Are you going to give me his number or not?” You gave her a look.

“No,”

“ARIEL,” You crossed your arms.

“No, then you’re going to immediately call him and give him ALL the power,” She wagged a finger at you. “I’m going to give him YOUR number, and if he calls you, he calls you,”

“Ariel…” You gave her another look.

“What? You don’t believe me?” She feigned offense.

“I really don’t,” You shook your head.

“Alright FINE,” She pulled out her phone and opened her texts with Rafael, typed in your number and hit SEND.

“Happy?” She showed you her phone.

“....Maybe,” You hid the giddiness that was building in your stomach.

Almost IMMEDIATELY after sending the text, your phone lit up wildly.

“Good god I’m gonna get out of here before the nerdy phone sex starts,” She ran out of the room with her mimosa in tow.

“Shut up!” You hissed, mentally preparing yourself for this phone call. The phone call you’d been waiting for for days, even when you thought he was a “player”. You took a deep breath and hit ANSWER:

“Hello?”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah who’s this?” You asked coyly.

“It’s...Rafael, Barba…”

“I’m sorry, who?” You teased.

“Ariel’s….brother?” He skipped the asterisk that went along with “Brother”.

“Ohhhh right right right,” You nodded, keeping him nervous. “Yeah, Ariel told me all about you,”

“I knew it,” He growled thinking about Ariel and her lies. “Whatever she said, she’s lying,”

“Oh so you don’t want to be my mentor?”

“Wha--?” He was shocked. Did Ariel actually change her mind? Or dare he think...a change of heart?

“Yes! I mean, I do! I absolutely do!” He may have said that a little too overzealous, so he dialed it back. “I mean, if I have some time I’d be up for it, if that’s okay with you,”

“I might, maybe…” You were twirling your hair in your fingers. “When do you think you might have time?”

“Well you know I was thinking--” He started, but there was a knock at the door.

“Oh sorry, one second,” You got up and walked over to the door and swung it open to reveal Rafael standing there, right in front of you. He was dressed in a black suit with a pink tie. As amazing as he looked in street clothes, you thought you might mount him right there in that suit.

“I have some time right now,” He smiled, acting as if he was still on the phone. You couldn’t help yourself, you leapt into his arms and kissed him, HARD.

-------

“Hello? Y/N?”

You snapped back to reality, Rafael was talking to you on the phone.

“Oh! Um, Yeah, sorry what?”

“I said I have some time right now, if you wanna meet for coffee or something,” He half laughed, still enchanted by your awkwardness.

“Yes! Sure! I...let me just get dressed, just text me the address, I’ll meet you in a few,” You were so glad he couldn’t see how beet red you were from that little fantasy you had just been in.

“Sounds good,” You could hear him smile; even through the phone it made you weak in the knees.

You hung up and ran to Ariel’s room, hoping she’d help you get dressed.

What could you wear to impress him?

[edourado]

Off script

I did it. I worte something in the middle of the night and finished it just now.  This is me stretching my writing muscles. It’s unrevised and more than a little bit on the “trash” department, but I wrote it, so I thought I’d share it. 

It’s Kastle. Obviously. 

I have to go. I’ll review it when I come back from the vet with my dog. 

Thanks. Bye. Hope you like it. It’s trash.

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She had been very matter of factly. Way more than he anticipated, and he had anticipated it. 

He, on the other hand, had been ridiculous. Completely and undeniably ridiculous, unable to act according to his own resolutions. 

Frank had, for lack of a better word, rehearsed it. Their first meeting since their last one, that one where he just vomited words on her face, spoke without thinking, acted on momentary emotions, letting his confusion, his trauma, his stubbornness and pig headedness do the talking, resulting in distance, estrangement and, most definitely, deep, profound hurt. 

It had been their first meeting since that day, but not their first contact. Surprisingly, at the same time their strange relationship agonized, hers with Madani flourished, a friendship that was both startling and predictable. 

Friendship and professional collaboration, more often than not. And it had spilled on him, this time. 

(If ever she had children, Madani would make a very overbearing mother, Frank was willing to bet. She won him over by sheer persistence, and he was known as a stubborn man himself. Not delicately or diplomatically at all, she strongarmed him into consulting on her cases, forced a “job” both on him and her agency, cornered and bullied him into working for her, only to leave him wondering how the hell he had gotten there.)

And there he was, because of two women’s partnership, sitting on a bench in Battery park, watching as the wind made long strands of Karen’s hair twirl around her face, eventually catching on her lip, only to be pulled out by a finger while she talked, looking at a bunch of papers, explaining things to him that he should be listening, he should be paying attention, but he had just missed her so much, so much more than he even knew, it was like a punch to the stomach. 

“He was in Jersey on the 7th, by my accounts, but then he was tagged on a social media post, attending a party in Dubai three days later. That time window could be important, because Alec was-”

He heard none of it. He should, Madani was chasing this guy all around the country, and now he was going international for less than kosher reasons, and it was his job to predict his movements and place him somewhere she could catch him, and Karen had all this information - when did she not? - but right now he couldn’t even remember said guy’s name, much less why he should care where he was. 

Because she looked amazing. She sounded amazing and even smelled amazing, like something fresh and coffee and paper. 

She had looked at him so strangely, a simple “hi Frank” to make him turn around when she got to his bench, a polite “you look well” after sitting down, a “no, thanks” when he asked if she wanted some coffee from the place across the street. Karen hadn’t dwelled on their previous meeting, hadn’t asked questions about what he had been up to, didn’t really give him a chance to look too deep into her eyes, focusing on the file she had for him, notes for him to pass to Madani when she came back from Moscow, because he would see her first. 

And Frank had predicted this. He wasn’t a complete moron, and his last words to her still sounded clear as day in his mind, even if he was all banged and drugged up on the occasion. He knew she would not be warm and inviting, knew she would be hurt still, even wondered if she hadn’t followed his advice on Matt Murdock, or someone else. It stung like a bitch to think about that, but he had considered it, to prepare for this ten minute lunch break meeting, he had spent almost six nights running through different scenarios in his mind, to prepare himself. 

All in vain. All of those scenarios and rehearsed routes of conversation down the drain the moment he had seen her, heels and skirt and flowy blouse, a collapsing bun on the base of her neck, the wind, the collar of her coat and her own movements pulling and pushing strands loose. 

“He does have a daughter, though, but she is not as nearly as careful as he is. Loves flaunting the rich life on Instagram, she films everything, and I got to see that her driver was the same guy that was in Jersey with-”

Curtis had been very vocal about how stupid Frank had been when he narrated the hospital room events to him, and he didn’t even know Karen. 

“I don’t know her”, he had said over beers and an ignored game on TV. “I don’t need to know her, Frank, I just need to not be an idiot. Which you are, by the way, let’s make that clear.”

If he knew her, Frank was pretty sure Curt would smack him upside the head. If he could see her right then, ticking off items from her list, her pen poised on her hand as she went, sitting there with that file on her legs, looking at Frank from time to time to see if he followed - which he definitely didn’t - the crease on her brow when she focused on an item, the sheer blue of her eyes, the curve of her neck before the collar of her coat folded over skin, those stray hair locks lifting and falling with the breeze. 

Frank realized he was sitting turned towards her when his knee touched the back of the bench. Suddenly, he realized he had an elbow where his back was supposed to be, and his hand was supporting his face while he looked - stared - at her.

He was staring, full on staring, and found himself quite unable to stop. 

“The problem is”, she went on. “I can’t find any record of him planning to go to Dubai. I don’t even know how he got there. His name is in no manifesto I can find, and his plane is still parked here.”

Frank had forgotten how good he felt whenever he heard her voice. He had come to expect the soothing sensation that washed over him when they spoke, even the funny feeling that would run through his skin whenever he knew he was gonna see her. But it had been a while, now, and it shocked him a little bit, that feeling. It made him want to close his eyes and get closer to her, maybe touch his nose to that spot under her ear, over that birthmark, to investigate further on the delicate scent of her shampoo. Or, maybe, rest his head on her legs, to enjoy the sound of her voice without worrying about keeping himself sitting straight. 

He had been far from her for many months, and suddenly he wanted to extinguish that distance, nullify it, get as close to her as he could. He found it quite a strong urge, and discovered himself both uncappable and unwilling to resist it.  

“I don’t know how long he’ll be away”, she said as he leaned closer. “But he couldn't be very long, I doubt he’d delegate that much responsibility here, there’s too much going o-”

Contradicting everything he had told himself he would say or do, Frank saw his hand, lifting and reaching for her face, in no hurry, at the same time she lifted her own hand to move another lock of hair away from her eyes.

Karen looked at him when she saw his hand, a question in her eyes, and sucked in a surprised breath just before he caught her cheek and leaned forward, noses bumping before his mouth touched hers.

Not exactly a shock. Not an electric current like he had felt when he kissed Maria for the first time, or that buzz that had happened when he kissed her cheek that one time by the waterfront. Strangely, his mouth over Karen’s felt familiar, soothing, like he had done it a million times, even if he knew very well he hadn’t, was painfully aware of every single time he did not kiss her. 

She tensed against him, and her lips parted in surprise, which had been very, very pleasant - a friction against his own lips, rearranging slightly, opening up even if involuntarily - and he was about to pull back when he noticed she didn’t. 

With absolutely no notion of time, he waited a second or maybe an hour, before he moved his mouth against hers, trying a bit, tasting a bit, enjoying a lot, instantly addicted to the peculiar feeling of kissing her. 

His hand moved on her face, and the tip of his fingers found strands of hair. The edge of his teeth found the delicate skin of her lower lip, and he nibbled on it lightly before leaning further towards her, opening his mouth and creasing his brow in pleasure when she opened up further to him, tumbling her head back a degree or two, her small sigh threatening to dismantle him there where he sat. 

Her hand found his wrist when the tip of his tongue touched hers, and there it was, that jolt, exposed live wires touching, and he tightened his grip on her face at the same time she wrenched her mouth away from his, her forehead touching his while she exhaled sharply. 

“Jesus Christ”, she whispered. “Frank, what the hell?”

“I’m an idiot” were the words that came out of his mouth, both hands on her face now, sitting sideways on that very public bench, fulfilling his fantasy of touching his nose to the patch of skin under her ear, kissing the spot his lips touched, noticing her hand on his wrist was not pulling it away, noticing her posture had slumped a bit, she relaxed against the bench. “Fuck, I’m an idiot”.

“You’re… You’re aggravating, that’s what you are”, she said, her tone suggesting a reprimand, frustration, her movements indicating surrender, head tossing back to stretch her neck under his mouth, the hand not holding his against her face pulling on the fabric of his own coat. Pulling it towards her. 

Frank smiled. 

“Right back at ya.”

It was maybe not the best place to do this. A park in the middle of the day, with parents walking their children around, people on lunch breaks - just like Karen was - coming and going to and from all directions, perhaps it was not a good idea to just close his eyes and lose track of his surroundings like this, lose himself in her mouth and focus on nothing but her kisses, how her lips pressed against his and how her mouth opened willingly, how her tongue made a sort of shiver run laps around his spine. 

She made him mellow, he realized. Not just now, she always made him want to let go of everything he was holding, from deep embedded hate and guns to the sheer notion of reality and time around him, and that’s why he pushed her away at the same time he refused to let go of her, resulting in her hurt and confusion, the definition of those “mixed signals” people loved to talk about. 

Fucking great, Frank. Good job. 

“Oh God, ok, ok, wait wait wait”, she said, extricating herself from him one more time when the file she had on top of her legs tumbled to the floor. “I have- I have to go back, to the… To the office, I’m late already, what the hell, Frank?”

He picked up the file from the floor, gathering a page that had fallen from it and batting park dust from it.     

“I’m sorry”, he breathed, not really sorry at all for today, sorry for all those other times she reached for him so hard, only to have her hand and hopes swatted away. “I’m”, he let out a sigh, looking in her eyes, huge on him, lips parted and then not, her breathing a tad heavy, cheeks flushed. 

Curt was right. He was an idiot. 

.:.

She agreed to talk to him. 

He didn’t know what they would talk about, but that’s what they agreed on. To talk later that same day, because she had to go back to work, so they had gotten up from that bench and she had smoothed a hand down her clothes, gathering herself. 

Karen started saying something about a place she new near her apartment, where they could get a coffee and talk, more private than a park, but a curl of her hair had come to rest on her collarbone, twisting elegantly on a large curl, and Frank had found himself, again, taking a step forward and interrupting her, mouth over hers, pressing not so gently, and she let out a sort of hesitant chuckle when she pushed him away this time, closing her eyes and lifting her hand to her lips, shaking her head and then looking at him again. 

Now that he had started it, it was hard to stop. 

She said she would text him the address of the cafe, and looked at him with a sort of amused expectation before she walked away.

True to her word, she did text him the name and address of a small cafe, and it looked cozy when he walked by it on his way to her place. 

Not that he planned on climbing the fire escape and sitting there for an hour before she got off work. Frank had not planned to go there, he just found himself walking, his legs taking him there by their own accord, the memory of her teeth against his lip and her tongue against his dictating where he was going, making him walk straight by the place she told him to go, around the block and up the metal ladder. 

He sat there for what felt like forever, a cold breeze nipping his face, until he heard the familiar noise of her heels against pavement, her gait like an alarm clock, and he opened the window at the same time she opened the door downstairs. 

He was ready to apologise, again, for the scare he would give her when she opened her front door to find him standing in the dark in the middle of her living room, but she just looked straight at him and shook her head, closing the door behind her again. 

“I knew it”, she said, to which he smiled in spite of himself, legs on autopilot again, taking one two three steps towards the door while she stood there taking her coat off. “Jesus, what has gotten into yo-” she started to ask before he interrupted her for the third time that day, both hands on her face, taking full advantage of the privacy of her dark apartment, opening his mouth immediately to her kisses, delighted by the arms that sneaked their way up his chest and around his neck, hands on his face and down his back, gripping the fabric of his shirt, she kissed him so fully, without any guard, and he loved her for it. 

He loved her for kissing him like this, he loved her for being so stubborn, loved her for standing up to him, standing with him, for pointing that gun at him that one time, for sitting with him in the hospital, for crying for his family, for fighting for him when she didn’t even know who the hell he was. 

Frank loved her so much and he had known it for so long, but the realization hit like a brick to the forehead nonetheless.

“You are an idiot”, she said right after kicking her shoes off and helping him off his coat. 

“Yeah”, he agreed, pulling on the string on her collarbone, undoing the knot that kept her top together. “I know.”  

[aen-maggs]

Comfort Zone - Chapter 3

Eddie Kingston x ofc

A knock at my door had me absolutely shaking with anxiety, excitement and nervous energy. I tried to take my time opening the door, but I couldn't help it. I hurried over and opened it.

"Hey doll," he said standing there with his hands in his pockets. He had on jeans and a tee shirt. I noticed a small gold chain and a set of beads around his neck, but didn't linger long looking him over as I invited him in.

"Hi." I said and it sounded like a nervous child. I shut the door and he was standing very close to me.

"You look even better than you did last night. You're beautiful, you know that?" It was that husky growl again and I felt my face blush.

"Oh, yeah, we are going to have a lotta fun." He said whispering in my ear. I heard the oven timer.

"Uhm, I uh, got to, the oven." I said and moved slightly to the right. I was flustered big time as I opened the oven and pulled out the pan. The cake was on the counter too. Eddie, following me in the kitchen, looked over everything and pointed at the cake.

"You make that for me?" He asked. I smiled.

"I really wasn't sure what you would like. If lunch failed I needed a back up. I just figured you might like something sweet." I said.

He's moved slowly around the counter closer to me. He laid his hand on mine.

"I like sweet stuff." He said and I heard the double meaning.

"So, this probably needs to cool off," I started. Eddie pulled me gently and placed my hand on his chest.

"Feel that? My heart is poundin', doll." He said softly.

"I don't want you to think I do this kind of thing all the time." I said nervously.

"Nah, I don't. I can tell you're a good girl. Ya stepping outside your comfort zone here, and I'm flattered." He said and my stomach tightened a little.

"Let's go sit while we wait," I said and showed him to the living room. He sat close to me on the couch, and I could feel an energy pouring off of him.

"So how long will you be in town?" I asked.

"Just a few days." He told me.

"You were going to tell me what you do." I reminded him.

"Yeah, about that. See, I'm not dodging' the question so much as I'm tryin' to gage your reaction."  He turned his body to face me. His arm draped over the couch.

"Oh this is interesting!" I said seeing that now he was more nervous than me, "Are you some kind of spy!" I joked.

"Nah," he smiled, "It's more complicated.  People judge me a lot when I tell 'em. Thing is, I like you a lot already, and I don't want you to think less of me."

He scooted closer to me and his hand played with my hair.

"You see, I'm not exactly a good guy. I'm a bad guy in many ways.  I don't wanna scare you or freak you out." He explained.

"I'm a big girl. Think I can handle it." I told him.

"Let me say a few more things first. To explain how bad a guy I am, I did nothing but think of you last night. You, and all the things I wanna do to you. 'Cause what I want to do is not nice at all."  He leaned closer and whispered in my ear.

"I wanna hear you scream my name."

My eyes got big and I felt myself tremble with an excitement I had never felt before. No one had ever said anything like that to me before.  I was turned on by his voice and the way he was approaching me.

"I'm not a deer in the headlights." I said trying to stay calm.

"I see that."  He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. My courage overcame me and I held the kiss but pressed my body into his. He responded by kissing me deeper and harder, gripping a fistful of my hair with just enough tug to get my attention.

He pulled me into his lap and kissed down my neck, biting gently as he went. I gasped in his embrace and I felt a smile against my flesh as he slid a hand up my shirt and under the wire of my bra.

Breathless from the excitement I pulled off my tee shirt. He buried his face on my breasts biting and sucking trying to devour me in mouthfuls of ecstasy.

"Holy shit." I said and he looked at me breathing heavily himself.

"See, I told you, big bad wolf." He said and his fingers dug into my ass gripping me tightly.

"Ok, I see what you mean." I said settling in his lap and moving hair from my eyes.

"Up to you, doll. You tell me how far we go from here."  He said and he bit my lower lip playfully.

"It's a bit late for that now isn't? " I said looking down at my exposed chest and the bruises coming up already.

He chuckled "If you say so."  He kissed me again, and started pulling at his own shirt. His tee shirt came off, then his under shirt. Eddie tore at my pants trying to get them off and I unbuttoned them while licking the side of his neck from his collar to his jawline.

"Oh, doll, that shit feels fucking amazing." I pulled back from him and smiled.

"So my good little girl knows how to be a bad girl when she wants to." He smiled and his hand made its way into my pants and between my thighs.

"Damn you so wet, doll. Just for me? I ain't even done nothin' yet." He seemed to enjoy himself as his fingered entered me. I let out a moan and his grin broadened.

"Good girl. Tell me what you like. I'll make you cum for days." He growled and he continued his thrusting. My mouth went to his agin as I moaned against his lips. My hand went to his chest, feeling the bead of a wooden rosary under them.

"Stand up, Ronnie." He whispered and I did, my pants sliding of in his hands as I did so.

"Fuckin' gorgeous. You just don't know."  Eddie told me and his eyes roved over my body hungrily.

He stood up and took my hand.  He spun me so my back was pressed against his chest. I could feel him hard and ready against me. His hands came around my body to cup my breasts and I wrapped my arms around his head as he kissed my collar bone. He nipped at my neck and I heard him groan and growl in my ear slightly.

"I want inside you." He hissed. I turned in his arms feeling a frenzy of need. I unbuttoned his pants as he locked eyes with me. I pulled at his jeans and he pushed them down  further.

He pressed me to the couch, and pulled himself out of his briefs. I was shocked by the size of him, and felt myself hesitate. He smiled at me wickedly and hovered over me.

"Do you want me, baby?"  He asked.

"Yes, please." I begged. He positioned himself over my opening and slid in slowly. I felt myself stretch to accommodate him and the pleasure dog it made my eyes roll. He lifted me up and he was deeper inside me.   I felt my walls clinch him tightly with every thrust he made. I was already about to explode.

"Yeah, baby, you cum for me.  Scream my name."  He said.

"Oh shit, Eddie!  Damnit!" I screamed and moaned and he thrust faster. I came harder than I have ever felt in my life. My orgasm spilled over him and he grinned.

"Yeah, doll, such a good girl. Letting me raw inside you. Cummin' on that dick. You're so greedy and hungry, just like me."  I felt him explode inside me and he slowed his rhythm to catch his breath.

It took a moment for me to find my voice.

"Holy fucking hell." I said with a shuddering aftershock. He pulled a throw blanket from the recliner over us both.

"You need me to get you anything?  Just tell what you want and where it's at." Eddie said. I shook my head and lay against his chest as we snuggled against the couch.

"You going to leave now?" I asked. This situation felt all to familiar to me, and I fully expected a yes.

"Now what kind of man would I be to just get up and leave after that?" He said sounding offended.

"I just thought-" I began.

"Ronnie, sweetheart, don't overthink this. I wanna be with you for a while. I'll tell you when I gotta go."  He kissed my forehead and I settled against him.

"What is Ronnie short for anyway?" He asked.

"Bronwen."  I said and he started laughing.

"Don't laugh!" I said  and he held me closer.

"That's fine, doll. So now, I'll tell you what I do. He told me and I look him in the eyes as I sat up.

"I'm a professional wrestler. A fighter." He said with pride.

I was silent for a moment. Then, I said "Like those guys on Tv?"

"Yeah, I'm one of them guys on TV.  Let's get dressed and eat something. I'll tell you all about it."  Eddie kissed my lips and I smiled back at him.

[talkfastromance4]

For Your Eyes Only--bodyguard!Ashton [Chapter Two]

Summary: Ashton Irwin is the head of security for Princess Alouette who is a kind, gentle young woman. Secretly pining for one another, those feelings will soon come to light as an occurrence will change Alouette’s life forever, and Ashton’s.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: a guy hitting on Alouette

Author’s note: This story is near and dear to  my heart, please give it a chance!❤❤❤❤❤

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Chap. 1

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The next day is spent of them shopping along the streets of Barcelona and Ashton had his three best confidants, Michael, Calum and Luke to follow the Princess and Neva around while they did their shopping. It was a warm day with the sun beating down on them and at one point Ashton pulled out a tube of sunscreen striding up to Alouette who just put her hair in a ponytail.

“Here my lady, for your neck and nose,” he hands her the tube which she takes, her bracelet sparkles in the Spanish sun.

“You’re a lifesaver,” she sighs popping the tab and applies it right away.

“Security man,” Neva pipes up looking to Ashton.

“Yes, Neva?”

“Since it’s so warm, how about we go to the beach? There’s a private one not too far from my home.”

“Neve,” Alouette shoots her best friend a warning look as she applies the sunscreen to her nose and cheeks. Neva knows how Ashton is about her safety and now she’s spewing out a random beach trip?

“How many people frequent there?” Ashton immediately goes into security detail mode.

“A handful, maybe ten. It’s mainly just me and a neighbor or two but usually it’s just me. I promise it’s safe otherwise I wouldn’t have suggested it,” Neva smiles radiantly.

Alouette sighs, Ashton glances at her then at Neva.

“I’ll make a call. This is the only spontaneous thing we’ll be doing this weekend,” he warns taking back the sunscreen that Alouette hands him when she’s finished.

“Wait, really?” Alouette’s eyebrows raise in shock that he actually agreed to the plan.

“Really,” he answers her softly, “I know how much you love the beach, my lady. Let me make a few calls while you finish shopping then we can head back to the villa.”

 •••

Ashton’s breath hitches when he sees Alouette yanking off her sundress to reveal a peach colored swimsuit. It fits her perfectly with small gems adorning the breasts that shimmer and sparkle in the sunlight. He tries—and fails—to keep his eyes from lowering to her ass as she runs to the edge of the water but it’s toned and tan and—

“Put your shades on if you’re going to check her out, mate,” Calum snickers standing next to him in the sand.

“What are you on about?” Ashton clears his throat.

“You were totally checking the Princess out while she was running just now. Are you ever going to act on your feelings for her?”

“I don’t have feelings for her,” Ashton slips his shades down anyway though. “I’m her head security guard, nothing can ever happen.”

“It’s been three years, Ash. Three years that you’ve been in love with her and I think she feels the same way.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“She never takes off that bracelet you got her and Luke says she always gets antsy when you’re not around.”

“First of all, that was a gift and second of all it’s because she trusts me to protect her, not because she’s in love with me.”

“Look, I get the risks that could come with it but you know her like the back of your hand and she knows you, too.”

“It’s my job, Calum. Drop it and keep an eye out,” Ashton commands and turns his gaze back to Alouette who is splashing in the water with Neva. He clasps his hands together in front of him and tries not to think about what Calum has said.

•••

Later that night after everyone sang ‘Feliz cumpleaños’ to Neva, Alouette is at the dessert table trying to find a sweet treat to eat. Ashton is nearby and tenses when he notices a young man approaching her.

The man’s white linen shirt is completely open revealing tattoos on his chest and gold chains hang around his neck accompanied by a confident smirk as he approaches her. He sidles up next to her saying something in her ear;  Ashton isn’t close enough to hear what he’s saying but Alouette smiles brightly and turns to him.

Ashton keeps watch as the interaction unfolds in front of him. The guy rests his hand on Alouette’s lower back, a little too low for Ashton’s liking and he clenches his jaw. Then the guy runs his finger over Alouette’s lips as he drunkenly sings

“Alouette, gentile alouette,

Alouette, je te plumerai…”

Alouette’s body language sets Ashton into action as the guy’s hand lowers onto her bum and his face inches closer to hers. She’s trying to get out of his grasp and Ashton can hear her protests but the guy persists with his slurred singing. Ashton is in between them instantly, pushing the guy forcefully back.

“I think it’s time for you to go,” Ashton warns, his voice icy.

“Ah c’mon, chico! It’s a party! She needs to loosen up, let’s go querida.”

“I don’t think you heard me,” Ashton’s voice turns severe as he steps closer towering over him. “You don’t touch her, you don’t approach her. Leave or I’ll make you.”

Ashton turns around to ask Alouette if she’s all right when the guy darts around Ashton and tries to grab her. Alouette screams and Ashton elbows the man in the jaw making him stumble away from her but Ashton is quick and grabs him by his collar throwing a punch to his nose. Blood flows instantly and Luke is in front of Ashton.

“Get him out of here,” Ashton mumbles shoving him away into Luke’s strong arms.

The guy is slurring curses in Spanish but Ashton couldn’t care less because he turns to Alouette who is visibly shaken after the altercation. He approaches her slowly with his hand out as if he’s offering his trust to a frightened dog, her eyes are downcast to the cobbled stone of the balcony.

“Are you all right, my lady?” he asks her gently making sure to keep a safe distance from her in case she was scared of him.

Her eyes slide up to meet his as another shiver courses through her body. Tears are pooling in her big blue eyes and Ashton’s heart aches.

“I’m fine,” she whispers folding her arms across her chest.

That’s a telltale sign she’s withdrawing within herself and Ashton knows she needs to be somewhere quiet. With the loud music and even louder party guests, he knows it won’t be happening here.

“Let’s head inside, yeah?” he motions his arm forward while his other hand hovers behind her as she takes tentative steps to the doors leading inside.

He figured they’d go to the kitchen so he could get her a glass of water but when she walks past the kitchen he’s curious to see where she’s headed. They walk past the living room and the dining room, her heels clacking on the tiled floor until she turns left into the large bathroom. Ashton stops at the doorway wanting to respect her privacy but she keeps the door open and he purses his lips watching her.

She washes her hands quickly-- it’s as if she’s trying to find something to do-- and dries them before moving to the toilet. She sits down with her head in her hands as she cries silently into them.

Without a second thought Ashton rushes into the room closing the door so no one disturbs her and kneels in front of her.

“Are you hurt? Did he hurt you? Where’s the pain?” he asks frantically, eyes scanning over her body but he doesn’t see blood or any mark of concern. She continues to cry in her hands and Ashton starts to get even more worried. “My lady, talk to me please so I can help.”

She takes a shuddering breath before removing her shaking hands from her face. Her cheeks and eyelashes are wet but her makeup isn’t smudged because Ashton knows she wears high quality stuff. He looks into her sad eyes trying to figure out what’s going on in her head.

“I’m so tired,” she sighs finally and rubs under her eyes with her palms.

“Let’s get you to bed then. We can—“

“No, Ashton,” she sniffs, “Not that kind of tired. I’m tired of . . . being me, sometimes. It’s so hard to keep this face on all the time, where nothing appears to bother me but so many things do. I’m tired of being wary. I’m tired of always thinking someone is out to get me and I’m. . . I’m tired of waking up scared. Every day.”

“I can promise you that you don’t have to worry about getting hurt, it’s my job to protect you and I will never let anything happen to you,” he says with conviction and grabs her a tissue.

 He desperately wants to hold her so he can console her better, but he can’t.

“I know,” she sighs, “that’s another thing I’m tired of.”

“My protection?”

“I appreciate your protection, more than you’ll know but I hate how it’s your whole life. Have you slept at all since we got here?” she asks.

To his surprise her thumb touches the dark circles he knows he has under his eyes. He jumps at her delicate touch as her other thumb moves to his other eye.

“An hour here and there,” he says swallowing thickly. He feels his skin warm where her gentle touch continues to linger.

“You need to sleep, Ashton,” she reprimands gently.

“I’ll get around to it,” he shrugs. “I’m sorry you’re feeling this way, my lady, I wish I could take it all away for you.”

Her thumbs stop rubbing under his eyes and her fingers move up to his forehead probing along his hairline. Ashton watches her, heart pounding in his ears as she admires his face and trails her fingers along his cheeks.

“Why don’t you call me by my name?” she asks stroking his cheek with the backs of her fingers while her other hand brushes his hair away from his forehead.

“Because it’d be crossing the line of my profession,” he says. 

He regrettably grabs hold of her wrists to pull her soft touches off him. This is the first time he’s touched her this way and he can feel the cool of her bracelet beneath his fingertips.

“It’s been three years Ashton, I think we’re past the professionalism of our relationship.”

He closes his eyes at the word relationship and takes a deep breath. He pushes his desires down, he can’t give in to them, he simply can’t because it would complicate things. He doesn’t realize he’s stroking the inside of her wrists until he opens his eyes to look into hers. Her face is dangerously close to his.

“I can’t,” he whispers pulling away.

“Why not? It’s just my name.”

He sighs then releases her wrists and stands up, she gazes up at him with a saddened look.

“It’s a beautiful name, my lady, for a beautiful woman. But I can’t, it will change things. I’ll be outside if you want to return to the party.” 

Each step away from her pangs his heart and when he opens the door, he has to force himself not to look at her. He hears her sniff and curses himself because now he’s the reason for her tears.

[elopez7228]

Scenic Route 11/47

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Rey swept a lock of hair behind her ear as she shouldered her bag and put a leash on BB8. The place was cozy, with rustic wood paneling and classic leather futons. She recognized a few members of The Knights as she entered the lobby. The drummer, the backup singer, and the towering, black-clad silhouette of Ben himself. He had his back turned to her, his shoulders even broader than she last remembered.

“Looking for someone?”

Rey jumped, turning around. Mohawk girl—the one who had been all over Ben at the concert last time—stood frowning before her. It felt like the room temperature had plummeted, and Rey tried her best to recover her sangfroid.

“Hello, I’m Rey. You’re the guitarist aren’t you? I really liked your concert in Denver that night...Ben said I should come by.”

“What do you want with Kylo?”

Rey noted that her companion was sticking to their stage names and she decided to do the same.

“I don’t mean any harm, he did me a favor a while ago and I want to thank him, that’s all,” she tried to remain casual.

“I’ll pass it on. Anything else?”

Okay...she hadn’t realized he had a security team. And she was done with being manhandled and manipulated. For two whole weeks she had been treated like some half-witted puppet on a string. She stood a little taller in her heels.

“Yes, actually. I’ve got a date with Kylo, and since you seem to be his secretary, we’ll have two coffees, thanks,” she replied tartly.

Without waiting for a response, she left mohawk lady and walked towards Ben at a steady pace. Noticing her approach, the girl talking to Ben signaled for him to turn around.  

Rey smiled nervously. Were they going to come to blows again? For a fraction of a second she imagined his unforgiving glare, the same one he had when he ran into her in the street. A look that had frightened her, actually.

But he turned on his heels and smiled.

Was that a smile? The corner of his mouth curved into something wicked, a smirk somewhere between satisfaction and victory.

Rey barely had time to open her mouth before BB8 started growling and twisting at the end of her leash. She looked at the dog in surprise, BB had always been so well behaved! Now the dog crouched defensively on her front paws, bearing her teeth and snarling menacingly.

Ben too, was no longer smiling. His eyes were locked on the dog and his expression was equally defiant and bitter.

Shocked, Rey pulled on BB8’s leash to regain her attention and reprimanded her through gritted teeth, “BB8! Stop it! What’s gotten into you? You should be ashamed of yourself!”

But the dog kept growling, back arched. She barked aggressively when Ben tried to move. Rey grabbed her by the collar as she addressed him with an apologetic smile. “Pardon me,” she said, rolling her eyes slightly in embarrassment, “I’ll go put her in the car so she can calm down.”

Again, she didn’t wait for a response as she made a beeline for the sliding doors of the entrance, holding BB8 firmly by the collar.

She made it to the parking in record time, brusquely putting the dog in the backseat. BB yelped, casing her anger to evaporate. She turned to the canine and scratched her gently. “Well, BB? What was that all about? You can’t just harass people like that. Stay here—the window is slightly open and your water bowl is right there. You need to relax,” she took a good look around before whispering, “but if that blonde woman returns, don’t hold back, alright?” She petted her a little more before closing the door firmly. Just as she finished locking the car, Ben appeared before her, as tall as ever.

“Is that your car?”

Rey chewed her lip, suddenly hyper-conscious of the embarrassingly sorry state of such a hunk of junk.

“Yes. Well, not really. It’s on loan to me for the duration of the road trip.”

“And this antediluvian thing still works?”

“For now, yeah. We’ll see how long it’ll last on the road,” she replied.

She didn’t know what else to say. Ben shifted, looking past her into the car. He stepped back swiftly as BB8 appeared at the window, barking with rage. Rey grimaced apologetically.

“Evidently, BB8 doesn’t like you very much. Sorry, it’s the first time I’ve seen her react like this. She’s usually really adorable,” Rey admitted.

“I don’t think I like her very much either.” Ben retorted, and Rey couldn’t tell whether that was a jab or just plain cynicism on his part. “Is she your dog?”

“Yes. Well, not really. She’s on loan to me for the duration of the road trip. Didn’t we have this conversation already?”

“Do you want a coffee?”

Rey’s face lit up. Her kingdom for a coffee!   She turned around and made the "I’m watching you" gesture to BB8 before walking towards the hotel.

“I think a coffee would do me some good, yeah.” She said as she turned to Ben.

“Wouldn’t you like to take a shower first?”

She stopped in her tracks. Is that how he wanted to play it? Lifting her eyes to his, she held his gaze. His eyes widened, the corners of his mouth curving slightly. Oh, he was going to pay for that. She was going to take him up on it. Her hands fisted at her hips.

“Actually, I would, thanks. And are there any washing machines available at the hotel? I’d like to do a load of laundry as well,” she replied matter-of-factly.

“I..think so.”

“Perfect,” she said, holding out her hand to him. He looked at it in confusion.

“I need your room key,” she clarified, “So that I can take a shower. That’s what you meant, right?”

Ben chewed on his lip, fumbling in his pockets. After a moment of hesitation, he handed her a mag-stripe card. They made it back to the lobby area when Rey decided to continue pushing her luck. She turned to Ben with an angelic smile. “Which room again?” she asked loudly.

“Er...212,” he responded, sensing that the situation was getting out of hand.

“Thanks, for everything.” she grinned, not waiting for a response as she headed to the elevators. She flashed what’s-her-name a saccharine artificial smile on her way out (Rey didn’t know her name but she knew her type). To her satisfaction, the poor girl was absolutely tongue-tied.

When the elevator doors closed, Syed exploded. She turned to Ben, seething with rage. “Who was that bitch?”

Ben looked down on her with disdain. At full height, he was a good head or so taller than her. “Your new mission,” he articulated, his expression stony. “She’ll be under surveillance from now on and it goes without saying that she’ll be under your protection. If anything happens to her I’m holding you personally responsible.”

“Are you kidding me? That’s out of the question,” Syed tried, but her voice had lost some of its confidence.

“I’m absolutely serious,” Ben continued, ignoring her protest, “And practice discretion. You’ve done enough to make her notice you, it’s time you worked to make her forget you. Make sure she doesn’t suspect anything.”

Syed’s steady stream of insults continued all the way to the elevator. Ben sighed wistfully as the doors closed once again. He needed to put an end to this problem; hell hath no fury like Syed. He shouldn’t have slept with her. It was fun while it lasted but he hadn’t anticipated the complications. Their physical relationship had put an end to the strict professional hierarchy that had existed until then. Now Syed was freewheeling. He would have to keep an eye on her.

Arriving in front of his room, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t have the key—Rey had run off with it. He supposed he could knock, or text her. But then what? Be alone with a hotel room with her? When she was about to get out of the shower, no less? He imagined her then, wrapped in a hotel towel, her hair in damp waves. It troubled him so.  The last time they were alone together in a hotel room, nothing had gone to plan. He had left the room furious and drenched in coffee.

But that night...he closed his eyes, leaning against the wall. That night at the Four Seasons, Rey had been drunk and disoriented from the trauma. She had gotten into his arms and he had carried her to the room. And she had been so light, so fragile. And even when he set her down on the bed, she was held onto his neck. Ben bit his lip at the thought.

He had wanted to gently let go of her, but she hugged him tighter, blindly seeking his mouth. "Finn, please." She uttered the name over and over, speaking in half-coherent phrases of love, regret, and sadness.

It took every once of Ben’s inner strength and patience to not respond in kind. Not to return her touches, to break the kiss. To leave her lying on the bed, alone. But he had kept the feeling of her breath on his skin, shuddering at the near-painful tension.

When his legs gave out, present-day Ben sank to the ground, his elbows resting on his knees. He leaned his head back and contemplated the ornate ceiling. He turned at the sound of a throat clearing. It was Rey. She was standing there in the empty corridor. It was hard to tell which of them was more surprised to find the other in this particular location.

“What are you doing here?” she was the first to break the silence.

“I could ask you the same,” Ben replied, “Weren’t you supposed to take a shower inside?”

Rey’s lips twisted into a flustered pout. “It’s just—I mean we barely know each other. I couldn’t bring myself to go into your room, with your stuff everywhere and...undress in your bathroom, and I didn’t bring a change of clothes...”

“I see.”

She leaned against the wall and slid down next to him. “Here,” she said, handing him the mag-stripe card again, “I won’t be needing this.”

“Thank you,” he said, sliding it into his pocket.

“So, what now? Do you still want to order us some coffee?”

Ben’s eyes widened at the thought. “Right here, in the middle of the hallway?”

“And why not? We can’t use your room—that would be too intimate—and the lobby is out of question—your guard dog looks ready to bite me, and mine is more than willing to bite you. Can’t we just stay here in neutral territory and order room service?”

Lord, where could he start...Ben wanted to start by scoffing at both instances of the term guard dog, followed by addressing her exact perceptions of intimacy...except he was able to convey exactly none of that through the lump in his throat. His body temperature spiked; Rey tended to have that effect on him. She left him speechless, breathless, and mildly confused. It was intoxicating, really. Her mere presence was a unique form of intoxication.

And so, room service found them in the hallway, sitting in the exact same positions. They were handed a cardboard tray, with two large disposable cups of coffee. Rey took the liberty of ordering foam and a sprinkle of cinnamon on top of hers. She moaned in appreciation on the very first sip.

Still scalding, the coffee was a magic, revitalizing potion to Rey. Her mind and body were once again restored thanks to that sweet magic ambrosia. She took her bag in hand again, ready for unfinished business.

She turned to Ben, “I still want to get ahold of that washing machine though, the shower can wait but the laundry can’t. Want to come with me?”

Ben’s muscles rippled as his got to his feet. “A rendez-vous in the laundry room with you? How could I possibly refuse?”

He didn’t say much as they made their way to the laundry room on the other side of the building. They took the stairs in order to completely avoid the lobby. Rey was surprisingly quiet as well, as though she was miles away. Ben guessed she was trying to find the right words. Maybe she would finally broach the subject of her sudden willingness to see him again?

Once her clothes were stuffed into the washing machine, she selected the “15-min express” cycle and paid the five dollar fee. After finishing and disposing of the last of her coffee, she turned to him again. This time he could tell that she was ready to talk. She raised her gold-flecked eyes to his. “Ben, there’s actually a reason I sent you that text the other night,” she began.

“You mean, other than the fact that you couldn’t resist seeing me again?” He grinned.

“Ben—I’m not kidding.”

Me neither, he thought wistfully.

“Someone tried to steal my car the other day and now I’m not sure I want to travel alone.” She finally admitted.

Ben froze. Should he play the fool here? It seemed Phasma had made a rookie mistake, typical. Now it was up to Ben to keep Rey calm. He had to figure out the extent of her relationship with those rebels.

“Okay...were you assaulted, what happened?”

“No, nothing like that, just taken by surprise. And scared. She looked like she was trying to force the door open, and I’m sure she was following me, ever since Denver. And so I was wondering if—“

“Do you want to submit a complaint to the authorities? I’ll come with you,” he offered.

“No, no it’s not that bad,” Rey bristled, “I was hoping I could follow you on your tour across the States. I don’t feel like travelling alone and my only constraint is that I have to be in San Francisco by the 15th of July.” She shrugged, fidgeting a little.

“Well? Is that a yes or a no? I mean, either way I have to take this dog to a complete stranger with a garbage phone number,” she added, “so you know my life is going great, absolutely peachy, right now and I just—“

Ben looked down at her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She looked really fragile. Still, he touched her tentatively, ready to retract his hand if she rejected it. But she didn’t.

“Alright, I get it,” he seemingly conceded her point, “you can follow us on tour.”

It was perfect. She was suddenly under his protection. And of her own volition.

Everything was going to be great from now on. Well—everything except for one.

Syed is going to kill me.

[steve0discusses]

Yugioh S4 Ep16: Rex and Weevil Do Not Understand “Rock Bottom”

Hey guys.

Hey.

So... kind of crazy out there, right?

Well, you know what they say. When life gives you lemons, you watch Netflix.

Anyway, Yugioh is racing down this canyon that should be going up alongside the 101 and through the middle of many cities. Don’t worry about it.

And then I found out the name of a card I haven’t seen yet and wow it’s a name.

I’m really glad that Rex Raptor, dinosaur enthusiast, has just no idea how to name dinosaurs and does so like a 6 year old child. Hornsaurus.

(read more under the cut)

So this episode is mostly about Rex and Weevil’s tragic backstory, and thankfully, it’s really not that tragic. We’ve had SO MANY bizarre and weird backstories under our belt, that to have a completely normal one is just...wild to me. They’re so freakin normal.

And on the way, our train just...

OK Train...anyway, I’ll do my best to show which scenes are flash back and which are not, but like bear with me because it flashes back like every other scene it feels like.

So Rex waxes long about that very short time in which he and Weevil were the best ever duelists in Japan (other than Kaiba, I guess, who they failed to mention in this flashback.)

(I used to have a very soft performance fleece sweater the exact same shade as Weevil’s jacket there, popped collar and everything, with piping outline. Don’t judge me, it was the 00′s, I’m just shocked that Weevil also shopped at Old Navy.)

(However I have no idea what’s going on with Rex’s three layers of clashing outfit styles that he has going on. A turtleneck under a thick button up jacket under an open fringe jacket is so much of a 90′s vibe.)

Up until now, bro has been PRETTY SURE every episode that Rex and Weevil are originally from America. I don’t know how I feel about being so right on the money about this one when the episode outright said that they’re from Japan. I don’t really want to out-Yugioh my brother, because at some point, I’ll accidentally let slip that in writing this blog I have accidentally gained all Yugioh knowledge, just like Noah did that one time when he was stuffed into that brain orb.

Just please don’t don’t ask me how this game works, I still have absolutely no idea.

Weevil and Rex had adoring fans in two-shaded polos exactly just like the type I used to wear in high school. But, their fans all left them the moment Weevil lost one single game against Yugi Muto.

Harsh. But granted, I feel like the people of Domino have rabbit memories and if you aren’t actively in the news every day because your blimp got abducted by sea pirates, then who the hell is EVER going to know who you are?

But youknow, Rex and Weevil are pretty sure that dodging getting murdered by Pegasus was actually their last shot at fame. It’s over forever. They’re done. Done until they beat either Joey or Yugi which...very specific, but, it would make you somewhat famous if you did that by simultaneously destroying the Caltrain.

And Weevil is like gunning for the King of Games title but...apparently no one in this episode wanted to mention to Weevil that the “King of Games” moniker actually went to Raphael?

That he needs to beat Raphael...not Yugi Muto?

Nobody?

Nobody feels like mentioning that neither Yami nor Yugi could possibly still be King of Games and that Weevil has no really good reason to be here? I mean it would save Weevil a lot of time. It would also save me a lot of time. We could just walk off this train and go back to what we were all doing before this happened, but nah, lets keep the lie going, because apparently Yami can’t bear to tell the truth, just like his host.

Waiiiit, isn’t Rebecca the King of Games because she beat Yugi in S1?

It’s the freakin Malfroy/Elder wand, it’ll be important in Ch 40 I’m sure of it. I’m sure they’re not going to just...forget...all of the people that beat Yugi before.

Man. Maybe that’s why Yugi is so hell bent on keeping tabs on Rebecca? Just to youknow...make sure she doesn’t tell anyone that she hella beat him that one time because otherwise Kaiba would have lost his freakin mind (again) that Yugi lost that title basically the same afternoon he came back from Pegasus’ island.

Also Rex and Weevil once charged for headshots and this makes them vile, terrible people for some reason.

Apparently this is a bad practice? I mean if you’re famous enough please charge for head shots, you need to make money between playing cards. Take it from this jaded artist, always sell out so you can save money for when you will absolutely get carpal tunnel.

Whatever. Back to Rex who is certain that he is not famous anymore because he lost to Joey.

S4 and still everyone is certain that Joey is bad at cards. Joey will just never be free from this.

It was beautiful anime food for like ten seconds until he did this. How dare. Literally though, how did he do that? Was that burger made out of potato chips?

Can we talk about what a freakin crime it is I can’t watch my Nick at Night retro shows on Netflix or Hulu? Like hell I’m going to get a third streaming service so I can watch and admire how bad “I Love Lucy” aged. I want to see how incredibly off-putting Fonzie is as an adult. But nah. Not even allowed. You can only watch Cheers.

Cheers. What am I? 65? Cheers wasn’t on Nick at Night. My Mom watched Cheers. Gross.

This show trying to convince me so hard that Rex and Weevils lowest point wasn’t when they were 5 seconds away from being set on fire and having their soul removed by Maxamillion Pegasus.

Like for reals, the lowest point for ANYONE (except for the Ishtars) on this show was when they were trapped on that island, without any camping supplies, surrounded by human skulls, Bakura pre-exorcism, and so many other duelists who were probably going to eat them had the tournament gone 24 more hours than it had.

The island that also had a basement that was entirely full of cultists who absolutely murdered a guy right in front of us.

Like when they finally got out of the island’s huge ass forest, their dinner included a soup filled with Pegasus’ eyes.

I would have gotten pissed on by like 70 stray dogs to get off that island, y’all.

So one of the best things about this blog is I don’t have to worry about the restraint of a.) looking professional b.) the fear of sharing my actual real deal opinion. Everywhere else I post, I can’t share anything. I’ve come to terms with this, and so I hide my hot takes deep, deep within this Yugioh blog and the only people who suspect my art rage are like...y’all in the corner of Tumblr who do not care about what I’m talking about.

++++++++++++THIS IS MY HUGE RANT ABOUT ART POLITICS AND ART BITTERNESS FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS. WE’RE QUARANTINING SO MUCH OVER HERE DUE TO THE VIRUS THAT I AM GOING A LITTLE BIT HOUSE CRAZY+++++++++++++++

But like MAN I need to mention something. Both Joey and Rex are completely off base. Both of them.

Like I’ll be real, because of the sudden extra time I have on my hands, I was originally ranting quite a bit about art culture and stuff and I will admit it was projecting somewhat onto a TV show that was written before the recession and the gig economy basically came and laid a huge dump across the creative industry.

However, I really, really, really don’t like it when people naively say “I’m successful because I did the research, I did the work, and then I got a following despite doing no marketing at all,” LIKE HELL YOU DID, DUDE. And there’s certain places I go where this is the mantra of a hell ton of ppl who don’t believe in luck, and I have to just suck it in because they succeeded at a young age. Because inversely, if anyone doesn’t succeed right away--clearly they don’t work hard enough, right?

I won’t dig into real world stuff because that’s...the real world and the real world is a bummer, but even in the universe of Yugioh there’s this crazy disparity in duelers that the people on the top refuse to acknowledge and the people on the bottom have absolutely no way to cope with so they become insanely bitter about it.

Mai has mentioned that despite all of her hard work and success--because she isn’t the top 4 duelists of Kaiba’s tourney--no one knows who she freakin is. The card industry is so toxic, that even KAIBA dropped out.

And even without Kaiba to compete against anymore, Mai still wasn’t able to get in there to fill that void. The void that also has Marik and Odion in it, despite the fact that I’m pretty sure Marik will never touch a card ever again and might be back to living underground or on a boat in the middle of no-where. And we don’t even need to mention Bakura, right? Bakura who should have also been here to fill the void of fame, but his face probably only comes out fuzzy on camera like people haunted by that girl from the Ring. So we’ll just ignore Bakura, that makes sense, I can accept that canon.

But really...it’s just Joey and Yugi at the top of the crop when there should have been room for at least 4.

So, it’s interesting that the Oricalchos in this situation is the “get me popular quick” drug that will somehow give Rex and Weevil what they need for automatic success because I see people desperately looking for this SO MUCH online. I have seen so many post “This is how I got 100000 followers in 100 days,” and it’s always the same story that isn’t so much about hard work, but more how to game a broken system until all other competitors are invisible. And then there’s the hidden factor about...luck...that really offends people although we all know that it exists.

But just remember I’m not allowed to have this opinion that luck...exists...So if anyone asks, I never said this.

And also...if Rex and Weevil had any support up until now from these kids who have been stuffing them in the trunk for over a dozen episodes, they wouldn’t have done any of this.

So talking as a jaded Millennial, I’m not gonna judge you if you take your Oricalchos, if you know what I mean. Everyone has their reasons, and no one’s too good not to ever do it, lets be real.

+++++++++++++++END OF THIS RANT, WOW, I WANT TO SAY THAT WHILE SLAPPING A WHOLE LOT OF PEOPLE IN A GENTLE MANNER+++++++++++++

So I realized something. This cliff face is sort of an iconic train, but it’s the wrong train.

This is the Amtrak in the middle of Nevada/Utah, pretty sure. I know that shade of orange. I’ve done the Nevada drive a lot.

And part of the reason I’m even sleuthing into this is because as an artist I like to see where art inspiration comes from. It doesn’t just come from a void--they clearly did research and I just want to find out...how it happened.

So anyway, like I said last time, the Amtrak is in charge of the Caltrain management, although the Caltrain is not part of Amtrak. And so you get similar paint jobs--it’s just that Amtrak has blue topped cars, and the Caltrain cars are typically red. Yugioh safely did red, white and blue, which both cars do, to an extent, being American trains.

It’s possible that they decided to look up scenic trains in California and were like “this one looks neat.” This one is also named the “California Zephyr” which makes it seem super Californian but in actuality it goes from Emeryville, California to Chicago. Only problem is that Emeryville is North of Oakland, and we’re supposed to be taking the train “to the airport” when the airports are in Oakland or San Mateo. This train doesn’t go to the airport. You just drove by the airport.

This train also doesn’t go to Florida. Chicago is North, way north. This train exists to be a slow, scenic train for old tourists who want to sleep in cramped spaces or jaded millennials writing their award winning novel. It has no other purpose.

So, it doesn’t at all match anything story wise...but it looks cool. They would never take this train if the world was going to end, and Rebecca wouldn’t know it exists, but, it looks cool.

But anyway, onward to the next episode. I’ll be kind of bunking in my home for a while since my entire area basically shut down, so maybe I’ll get the next updates done earlier than usual? Maybe even catch up on my backlog? hm. Possibilities.

And if you just got here, this is all the Yugioh recaps in chrono order.

[dammit-stark]

Thorbruce soulmate au?

thorbruce soulmate au - - 1.7k words

When Bruce wakes up from another hulk-induced haze, he doesn’t know where he is. He also doesn’t recognize the weird-looking spot on his chest.

“Huh, that’s new,” He says, then pulls on a shirt and a probably-not-dirty pair of pants, Thor kindly makes sure he’s all in one piece, pats him on the back, and they move on with their lives.

“You are alright, sir Banner?” Thor asks, straightening Bruce’s back-up tee shirt. They’ve spent a lot of time together since the whole blowing-up-of-Asgard thing, “I would hate if something had happened to you.”

Bruce shakes his head, “I’m fine,” He says, “As always. Thanks, Thor.”

“Anything for you, my valiant, green, punching friend!” Thor tells him, and Bruce can’t remember when he became lucky enough to have genuinely good people in his chaotic, messy life.

Bruce smiles, tight lipped and shy, but doesn’t say anything else. There’s a weird burn where the new mark resides, and the doctor dutifully ignores it in the meantime.

Bruce doesn’t think anything of the oddly shaped blemish until one day the hulk is thrown into a freeway by a megalomaniacal genetically modified crocodile man, and he wakes up an hour and a half later to Thor’s big hands shaking him awake as he is surrounded by the legs of half a dozen Avengers. As his eyes blink open, Thor sighs in relief and eagerly helps him up as Nat hands him a cotton blanket.

Thor walks with Bruce until he regains his balance, a strong hand on his arm as he animatedly details the Hulk’s part in the battle. They walk in an aimless Circle, and Bruce just lets it all wash over him, a weird and unfamiliar feeling settling in his stomach. He hypothesizes that it’s probably concussion-related, though the Hulk has never been known to have the ability to become concussed. Thor tells him about the dog he’d met the day before. For all intents and purposes, it’s nice.

“Hey, doc?” Tony asks as the whole group walks back to the helicarrier, “Do we need you to talk to medical? What’s that on your chest?”

Bruce looks down and sure enough poking out of the emergency blanket is the same oblong mark that had appeared a few weeks earlier, only darker and maybe a little greener too.

“I don’t know,” Bruce says, and he pulls the blanket tighter around himself, his shoulder muscles their typical tense mess as he thinks about how great it’d be to just get home, “It’s been there a bit. I don’t worry about it.”

Bruce flees from Tony’s custody as soon as he’s on the ship and he goes to find some clothes and move on with his life. His life’s been filled with one too many biological mysteries to dwell on a little slightly green spot on his chest. Even if said slightly green spot seemed to correspond with a certain weird, fluttery feeling in his chest.

The third time the mark shows up, it has nothing to do with the Hulk and that’s when Bruce starts to get worried.

The Avengers has spent the day training, but Bruce hadn’t felt up to bringing the Hulk out, so he sat in a corner and meditated with his teammates when they took a step out of the ring. When they decide they’re done for the day, sweaty and just shy of overworked, Thor demands ice cream for the whole group of them.

They traipse into Coldstone Creamery and nearly bring the building down with them. The look on Thor’s face is worth the shock of the other customers.

“Banner!” Thor turns to Bruce, an elated smile spread across his face and a ginormous waffle cone held in his hands, “This delicious treat is like mafic! I wish for you to feel this same euphoria as I do! Please, taste it!”

For some reason, Bruce doesn’t resist.

He takes a big ol’ lick of Thor’s ice cream. He’s never been crazy about chocolate chip cookie dough, but it certainly tastes like magic.

Bruce smiles, and for once everything feels deceptively normal… okay even, edging onto alarmingly happy.

Then Nat pushes Clint off his chair and straight into Mjolnir and Captain America is scolding a couple of notorious international spies for acting like children as Tony Stark poses dramatically for a coupe ofpoorlyhidden paparazzi, and Bruce is reminded of how absolutely absurd his life is.

Thor wraps his arm around the back of Bruce’s chair and he finds himself melting into it anyway. It’s weird.

He doesn’t notice that the mark has come back, darker than ever, until he gets home and into his bed and he looks down.

“Well, shit,” Bruce says aloud to himself, because no harm had been done to his body in at least a week and he honestly has no other explanations for it.

He decides then an there that maybe it’d be appropriate to consult a professional.

He calls Helen Cho up the very next day, and though the mark had certainly dimmed since the previous night, it’s undeniably still there, and she promises over the phone to come by and check it out by noon.

Brice is used to not knowing what the hell is going on inside of his own body, but this feels different.

Thor comes by, once or twice actually, because for some reason he can tell something’s off with Bruce’s mood, but Bruce just shakes his head and sends him on his way. No use getting other people in a tizzy about things too.

Helen comes by at noon on the dot, and while Bruce is busy thanking her profusely for taking the time to come by, she ushers him into a chair and tsks at him.

“You’re a friend, Bruce,” She tells him, “I’d think even you’d be able to tell that by now. So you gotta tell me, what’s up?”

He very shyly unbuttons his shirt and shows her the strange spot on his chest. She makes an offhand comment about how it’d be about where his heart is. Bruce doesn’t see why that particularly matters unless it means he has some advanced skin/heart cancer hybrid that has yet to exist. With Bruce’s luck, he wouldn’t be surprised.

She pokes and prods and hums quixotically, all without betraying any clue as to what the blemish might be in actuality.

Thor comes by for a third time a little bit later while Helen’s taking Bruce’s blood pressure for good measure, and his eyes grow wide in concern.

“Fair Bruce!” He exclaims, as dramatic as ever as Helen peels the contraption off of Bruce’s arm. Thor hovers anxiously at his side, rests a big hand on Bruce’s bare shoulder, “Are you all right?”

Bruce can’t get any words out. It’s all too much to be shirtless and insecure and honestly a little scared and then have Thor’s insanely comforting presence somehow manage to mellow everything out. He just sits there and nods like a mad bobble head until Thor leaves, that increasingly familiar feeling residing in his chest.

Thor smiles in the doorway, one fit out and the other in, a large grip around the frame, “Feel better, dear friend!” He exclaims, then bounds away like the wind.

The door shuts loudly behind him, and suddenly Helen’s giggling.

“You really don’t know, do you? Look down.”

The mark’s definitely darker now than before, by a lot too.

“What’s wrong with me, Helen? Is it- What’s this mean for the hulk?”

“Doctor Banner,” She says, unspooling her stethoscope and taking a seat across from him, “I say this with all due respect, but you’re a moron.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s a soulmark, Bruce,” She says and sits back, waits for it to soak in.

“No way, there’s- that’s never been proven.”

“The green shape on your chest suggests otherwise.”

“But I don’t have a soulmate, Helen.”

“Again, look down at the mark on your chest please.”

“Well- who then?”

“You’re an idiot. Think.”

Brice has always been pretty good at thinking. In fact, overthinking is his specialty. So he thinks back. He thinks back to when it first appeared, a strong hand helping him up. To when he woke up, a smiling face before him. To that feeling in his stomach. To the softness in the room. It must show on his face when everything clicks because Helen clicks her tongue, satisfied, “Ah, there it is. I believe I’ve helped you as much as I can here, Bruce. The rest is up to you. Good luck.”

And just like that she leaves having dropped the biggest bombshell of Bruce’s life on him (since the last actual bombshell had been thrown at him at least). He didn’t know what do with himself.

This didn’t just mean he had feelings, deniable, repressible feelings. No, the mere presence of a mark meant that there was somebody out there who’s soul marched his own, a time-tested other half. It’s a strange thought for Bruce, but the longer he dwells on it the more it makes sense.

He thinks of the touches, the lingering eyes, the fluttering stomach. And the face that’s built up opposite him in his mind every time is… Thor. Thor with his huge hands and warm smile, the way he somehow makes any place with him feel like home to Bruce.

Thor comes in later that evening because that’s what he does. He’s kind and caring and blindly pokes himself in his friends’ business. Bruce realizes startlingly that he loved this behemoth of a man.

“Young Bruce!” Thor cheers as he enters Bruce’s private living room, “How is my dear companion’s health? I hope he is well!”

“Uh huh, yeah great,” Bruce mumbles and strides toward the god, hands outstretched and fingers questing. Before Thor can react, he’s wrapping his hands around his wrists, pulling him close, “Learned a lot about myself actually. Important stuff. Good stuff.”

Thor looks curious, content.

Then Bruce grabs onto Thor’s collar and pulls him into a kiss.

The contact of lips on lips tells everything Bruce needed. Soulmates. Huh.

When they split apart, panting, Thor grins, “This is a feeling we can continue to consider?”

“Yeah,” Bruce chuckled, “I think the universe’d certainly like that.”

If anybody knew about signs from the universe, it’d be a god, or a partner. Bruce doesn’t care which. All he knows is that the mark on his chest glows stronger than ever and the feeling in his stomach is like a million birds migrating away from home. His hands wrapped around Thor, Bruce knows, suddenly, that he’s already home.

[gingergcnius]

Edward Nygma, the man who talks to animals

All it takes, is a pet day

If you asked what animal they would keep at home, they would say a dog, or a cat. Because normally cats and dogs are home animals. They are great company, even when some bitch around and chew your only shoes, leaving you embarrassed at work. Sure you need to take out your dog every day and night for a walk so your house won't smell like a morgue full of dead bodies. But normally, these two would be the acceptable human pets. Jim did not like cats so much, but was fond of dogs. They could be trained for so many things, and no matter what people said he believed they were smart. He always wanted a golden or a husky, but when he went to the army he forgot all of that. And when he became a detective, he had no time to look after a dog.

Every week, they had pet day. People who had a pet would bring them over, which helped some officers a lot, bringing their mood back up which meant people doing their jobs better. The best thing that happened to them so far was Harvey laughing uncontrollably to am officer chasing their dog. It was good to see this every week event brought a smile to his friend's face. Everyone knew who to go to, if they lost their dog. For some reason, they would always end up at somewhere.

In the lab. Nobody knows, but every week some officers would to go Edward to collect their dogs from them. He was surprisingly good with animals. Cats who scratched their owners climbed Ed's shoulder, and dogs who ran from their owner found their way to the guy no matter which room he was in, as long as he was in the room. Though no one has seen Edward bring a pet, he was good with them.

Well, no one saw what kind of pet he had until that day. And no one was expecting the animal Edward brought. When he thought Edward with an animal, the first image popped in his mind was a small kitten, or a big fluffy dog. But no, Edward had to bring something entirely else.

Edward came to work that day, wearing suspiciously comfortable clothes. Not the everyday suits and toes they were all used to seeing Ed in, but a dark green hoodie, and tight pants that just wrapped around his long legs too well (no, he did not stare.) that he stared at. And the view from the back was so much better that day. He smiled brightly at them, a file in his hand. "Good morning detective! I got the files you requested" Jim smiled back, grabbing the files before checking it. He had no doubt that Edward forgot to put something in it, but every second he could spend near him was enough for Jim. "Good morning Ed" he replied. Harvey raised an eyebrow, eyeing Edward

"no suits today I see? What's the special occasion?" He asked, elbowing Jim, teasing him. He was one of two who knew he was interested in Edward, the other being -embarrassingly- Captain Essen. Who gave him the most scary shovel talk. It was always good to know someone got Edward's back, not that Jim would ever try to hurt him.

Ed blinked a few seconds, before beaming "oh! It's because I brought one of my pets today. In order to carry her I had to wear something that was not too tight" he explained. Wait, did he just say pet's'?

"you have more than one?" Jim asked, shocked. Edward nodded rather too fast, grinning. "Yep! Perhaps I shall bring the others next week" Edward hummed, rather to himself. Before he could walk away Kristen came with Lee, their arms locked together. "What are you all talking about?" Lee asked, smiling.

"Not being suited like a professional I see, Mr Nygma?" Kristen teased, smiling. After the shooting, Edward was there to calm Her down when she learned Dougherty died, even though himself was shot in the arm. Nobody knows what happened, but when Kristen got over his head boyfriend, they became best friends. Often Jim caught them gossiping about officers, and to be honest it had Jim jealous but he would never admit out loud.

Both snickered at the formality with the Mrs and Mr terms. "So, where is your pet, Ed? " Harvey finally asked the 500 dollar question. The girls gasped. "You have a pet?" Edward nodded. "Promise you won't scream? Not everyone reacts the same way after seeing her"

"oh come on, how bad can it be" and oh boy how wrong Harvey was wrong. Edward made a noise none of them knew, and in seconds a head popped out from where Ed's neck was. It was a huge snake's head, staring at them without blinking. Kristen shrieked, and Lee stepped away "HOLY FUCK IS THAT A FUCKING SNAKE. I knew it, You're crazy!" Everyone except Jim stepped away, and the only thing Ed did was to giggle.

"don't worry detective, she won't bite. She is a corn snake. " He explained, patting the head that popped out of his collar.

"how b-big is she?" Asked Kristen, curiousity getting the better of her. She was always drawn to dangerous things and humans.

"she is, as I'm proud to say, 5.4 feet!" The snake suddenly hissed, and Edward shot a glare at the snake who was out, long enough to face him. "hey, don't hiss at me. You're not 5.5, you're 5.4!" Another hiss "hey! If you keep hissing at me like that, no two rats" the snake finally stopped, resting it's head on his shoulder after wrapping around his neck once.

"wait, if your snake is that long, how is he inside your hoodie?" Jim asked. Edward reached for his hoodie, lifting it up to reveal the rest of the snake wrapped around his torso two times. "I never took you for a snake person Ed"

"you can pet her if you'd like. She doesn't let everyone touch her, but it's worth a try" Edward offered his own hand, to lead Jim's hand. He placed his hand inside Ed's, and oh god his hands were so soft. One would think he was using a cream 7/24. He was too focused on the fact that he was holding his hand, until he felt something else under his own hand, and realised that the snake was letting him pet her

"woah, she never let's anyone near me, or let along touch her..." Edward whispered, before looking at Jim, a childish yet perfectly fitting grin on his face. "Looks like you're one of the special ones, Detective" Jim chuckled, letting his hand move on her head. "What's her name?"

"I names her Medusa, because you know, she won't let anyone come near her and me. " He answered. Jim let his hand wander a little bit down, barely touching the uncovered skin on Edward's shoulder. "You two look beautiful. A perfect fit, huh?" Edward blushed, and it looked so natural there. "T-Thank you Detective"

"it's time we let go of the Detective thing, Ed. We have been working together for a year." He said quietly, loving how the man blushed even more. He was happy to put that color onto his cheeks. No one else but him.

Edward returned to his lab, looking like a tomato. He was so sure, a minute ago Jim Gordon was flirting with him. Him. Well, not that he was going to decline the guy. He has the looks. His ocean blue eyes, his blond hair that he pushed back a lot which looked so soft and took everything to not just reach for them in front of everyone. And his body, oh god his body. The man was well built. That's what happens when people went to the army, he guessed. He manage to catch a glimpse of the tanned, built body when they came back from a crime scene. It had rained a lot, leaving the two soaked up. In order to not get sick, they had to change their clothes. Edward waited until Jim was done, so he could take off his own shirt. He was not embarrassed, but did not wanted him to see the scars on his back. It was one of the main reasons he got a giant snake too. Having the snake wrapped around his torso like a shield calmed him down whenever he remembered not so pleasent things.

Not so after he joined him at the lab, a file in his hand. "Hey Ed, you think you can take a look at this? Something seems wrong, and you're the only one who was there with me at the scene" Edward grabbed the file, going through the pages. And immediately found what was wrong. "The wound. The cause of death was not suicide, it was acid." He corrected. He turned around, glaring at Medusa once again. "No! Hey, don't give me that look. This is my working place, you're not biting dead people" he warned. He had hoped Jim would be gone by now, but hearing the lock on the door made him turn around.

"I-Is there something you need, Jim?" He said quietly, watching as he slowly made his way towards him. "Just had to make sure to lock the door, just in case walked in"

"while what?" He asked, nervously. He was backing away, bumping into the counter as Jim did not stop coming forward.

"while either I make the biggest mistake of my life, or do the right thing" he whispered. Ed gulped, unable to move as Jim came incredibly close. And the next thing he knew was he was being kissed.

He was being kissed, By one James Gordon, with him almost between his legs because he had backed away too much and almost climbed the counter. One thing he concentrated on was how gentle he was with him. Almost as if he was nervous about this. He was giving Edward a chance. Pull away, or kiss back.

Before Jim could pull away, he grabbed his tie tightly, pulling him closer, kissing back. He ignored the small gasp coming from Jim, as he continued to kiss him as if there was no tomorrow. He felt Jim's one hand on his waist, the other on his face. With his Other Hand, Edward pulled Jim as close as he could, pressing himself against him. No so long after, they had to pull back, air filling their lungs. "How long?-" Ed managed to ask, gasping for air. "Since that day you asked me a riddle"

"you have to be more specific. I ask you riddles everyday" both laughed quietly.

"the third one. At a scene." He paused "what about you?"

"since you answered the first riddle" he admitted. Jim leaned forward once again, capturing his lips with a kiss, catching Ed off guard once again. He wasn't so gentle this time, knowing that Edward won't push him away. Edward immediately kissed back, unable to hold back a moan at how good Jim kissed. It felt amazing. A loud hiss made them pull away, as both glared at Medusa. But then Edward started laughing, leaving Jim curious. Seeing Jim's reaction, Edward once again explained. "So all it took was you to kiss me was her, huh?" Jim huffed, smiling. "But it wasn't the only thing, was it?" Suddenly Edward smirked.

"I knew you wore those tight pants for a reason" Edward, knowing his plan worked smirked wider. "So it did work! "

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A Jumbled Drive pt 3

I hoped she didn’t try and find me. The tone she had used when she called out unnerved me. Rend had used it a couple times on Live TV. It was the tone she used when she badly wanted something.

Rend always got what she wanted.

Beginning| Part 2|

It’s been a couple days since I met Rend face to face, nothing has happened yet. I hope it stays that way, the last thing I need is a road trip with happy early risers. Revolting. Who the hell enjoys rising before the sun? Not to mention the media attention along the way. I tended to... embarrass myself when I’m on Live TV.

But oh well, I can’t focus on that now. It’ll ruin my whole day. For once I’m in a good mood, I’ve been sleeping through the night for most this week. A nice change from the four hours I get every night. I wonder if it’s because I haven’t seen Tunani lately... that must be why this week has been so good!

I rolled over and picked up my phone. 6:28. “Time to get up.” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. I sighed and scooted out of bed. Digging my toes in the thick, soft rug that surrounded my bed, I pause, letting my senses finish rebooting.

“Faaannnggg!” A voice whines, the owner snuggled deeper into the covers. “Don’t goooo... you’re so warm and it’s too early!”

I froze, well speak of the devil. Somehow, Tunani’s in my bed. Again. I can’t rid myself of this human equivalent of a disease.

I rolled my eyes, “You already know this. I get up early every morning.”

“Please?” She asked.

“No.” I shot her a cold look. “How did you even get in here?”

She huffed and disappeared into the covers.

“Answer.” My tone booked no argument.

Unearthly sounds escaped from the lump on the bed. Tunani creeped me out in ways I never thought possible.

The lump started to wiggle and a small opening appeared, but nothing came out.

“Fine.” Tunani grumbled from her blanket tomb, “I asked Conner to let me in.”

What? That’s all? I thought there’d be more... weird details. “Asked Conner?” I slowly repeated.

“Yea, he has a key to your room. He uses it whenever he does the weekly search.” She said nonchalantly.

He WHAT? I knew my room was searched, but I didn’t know who did it. Well, now I knew. Conner, the Conner searched my room! I just hoped that he didn’t find any of pictures I’d drawn of him. They were kinda... explicit... and nude.. porn, it was basically porn.

I took a deep breath in, trying to cool the boiling volcano of anger.

“Tunani.” I said through my teeth.

“Yes, my dear Fang?” Her casual singsong voice almost made me snap. Amazing how much she got under my skin.

“How long have you known?”

“Hmm...” I mentally pictured her thinking face, lips puckered and brows furrowed. “I guess about a year now.”

A YEAR? Conner’s been going through my stuff for a whole year? And she never thought to tell me?! This little —ugh!

You know what, breathe Fang. It’s alright, it’s all gonna be alright. Deep breaths in and slowly exhale. You’re doing fine. It’s gonna be perfectly fine, once you murder this stupid leprechaun and bury her far from here.

“Tunani you have ten seconds to get out of my room before I murder you.”

She bolted upright, “What! What do you mean ten seconds? What did I do?!”

I started counting down. “Ten.”

“No!” She screamed, “Fang don’t make me get up, the bed’s warm!”

“Nine.”

“B-but I didn’t do anythi—“

“— eight”

She was on the verge on tears now.

“Fang...” She whispered, giving me puppy dog eyes.

I stopped counting and sighed. I’ve gotten weak. I climbed back into bed and opened my arms. “Come here, you baby.”

Tunani gasped and threw herself straight onto my chest, knocking most of the air from my lungs.

Mental note to never do that again.

Tunani molded herself to me like putty to a counter. It was weird. Right when she got comfortable, my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID, ‘Director Cur’. I answered it.

“Yes.”

“Come here, I have a assignment for you.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

I hung up. That pig didn’t deserve to be called sir. He kissed up to people far too much. He constantly searched for lose money and preyed upon all women within a hundred foot radius. If he had a backbone, it’s surely gone now.

He disgusted every bone in me, I wanted to take a shower just from being in his presence. If we were in the 18th Century, he’d already be dead. His body put on display for all the cowards to see.

Sighing, I pushed Tunani off and climbed out of bed. Again.

“Not again!” Tunani grumbled.

I ignored her and walked into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Afterward, I put on my super suit ‘Deciever’ and headed to the Director’s office, leaving Tunani fast asleep on my bed.

All Heroes have professionally made suits. Due to each suit being special in its own way, they all have names.

I floated down the seemingly endless halls to the elevator— to be honest it’s an anti-gravity tube, it can take you almost everywhere in the Compound—, clicking the button for the Directors Office immediately after I got in.

“Identify yourself.” A robotic female voice said. That’s Marie, she’s the A.I that was built into the compound, she controls most of the functions of the building. From flushing the toilet to opening the hanger doors, she even has a robot body that she controls.

“Black Rat.” I answered. Yes, I do hate my ID name, but is no accident it’s like that. Conner set it to remind me that I was verman, that I was beneath every Hero here. According to him, all I did was spread filth and disease. Like how rats spread the Black Death, hence the name “Black Rat”.

A couple of seconds passed before Marie spoke again.

“Access granted, the Director has approved you.”

The elevator shot up, reaching its max speed of 86 mph in seven seconds. I barely felt anything going up, only the occasional vibration. After about thirty seconds, the elevator chimed, I’d reached the office.

The moment I stepped off the elevator, I sensed Rend in the Director’s office. This wasn’t good. I stopped at the wooden door and knocked softly before entering, head bowed.

“Yes, Director.”

“About time you got here! Why’d you take so long!” He barked.

I didn’t say anything, it took me eleven minutes to get here. That’s probably the same time it takes for him to get up from that chair.

He cleared his throat, “Well, Miss Rend here,” he gestured to his right, my left, “requested that you join her as an escort on her trip. She also mentioned that you’d turned her down the first time she asked you, for no reason too. Of course, we both know that you made a big mistake!”

Turning to Rend, he greedily smiled at her. “The Black would love to go with you, wouldn’t you B-man?”

That nickname sucked, but I got the message. Say yes or you’ll regret it. Turning to Rend, head still bowed, I addressed her.

“Yes, I would. I made a mistake previously, please forgive me.”

“Of course! All is forgiven.” She chirped, clapping. “And please, call me Erica. I’m so glad you changed your mind! The trip will be fun, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”

“I’m sure I will.”

Like hell I will! Erica just moved from #1 on my list of Favorite Heroes, to #1 on my list of Least Favorite Heroes.

“Miss.. Erica.” The Director said, lingering on her name. Absolutely disgusting. “Since this... issue is resolved and I’m sure you have a busy schedule...”

“Oh! Yes!” Erica exclaimed, “I better get going, I’m glad everything’s settled. See you later!”

I moved to let her exit, turning to follow her.

“Not you B-man,” The Director called, “we still need to.. address some issues.”

Dread filled my stomach as I stepped back and closed the office door. As soon as we heard the soft click, it started.

I whimpered as what felt like claws shredded the inside of my body, spreading through my body from the neck, then it disappeared. My vision swam and my legs shook.

“Who, do you think you are?” He spat, “I own you. The only reason you aren’t buried six feet under is because of me! I saved your worthless hide and you repay me by refusing one of the most famous Heroes of all time? I don’t care what Erica wants, if she asks you to do something then you say yes!” He took several breaths, calming a little.

“Even if you have to give your body, not that anyone would want it, you still say yes. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.” I whispered

“What was that?”

“Yes!” I repeated, louder this time.

Another wave of pain doubled me over, lingering longer than the previous. I gasped through my clenched teeth.

“Yes.. what?”

“Yes sir.”

He laughed, “That’s more like it! Now,” He gestured towards the door, “get out of my sight.”

I opened the door and stumbled out. No one else was in sight. Thank goodness, I don’t want to be seen like... like this. Weak and pathetic.

I wish I could fight back, but a special collar fastened around my neck limited my powers. The invisible collar was placed when they first captured me, a permanent reminder that I was owned, a mere pet. A collar that shocked its wearer when they dare bark.

I reached the elevator, entered, and slid down to the floor. I felt so tired. No matter how much I pretended, reality struck. I am chained to this compound.

“Maybe... it’ll work this time...” I barely recognized my own voice, it sounded different somehow.

Maybe... just maybe. I scoffed aloud, what was I thinking. That wasn’t the answer, it never was and never would be. I should know, I’ve tried it several times already. It’s foolhardy to think that this instance would be the golden ticket.

My emotions were getting out of hand. Taking a deep breath I pictured a safe. I bundled up my emotions like sheets and threw them into the safe, where they couldn’t escape. Then I closed and locked it.

“Where too?” Maire asked.

“Take me to the Dormitory, I need to pack.”

Anyone watching the elevator would’ve seen Fang exit, devoid of all emotion.

Like usual.

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Off-Leash Adventures

I want to start this blog post off by saying first and foremost - I am not a dog trainer. I have read countless articles, been in training classes, and worked one on one with trainers before....but that doesn’t make me qualified to say my method of training is the best & only way. All dogs are going have their own set of challenges (or lack thereof) when it comes to training, and therefore not all methods will work the same for each dog. I am writing this because I want to share my experiences leading up to comfortably letting my dogs roam off leash and what it took to get us where we are today. I’d also love to share tips for being responsible owners of off leash dogs. So...we begin.

I assume most of you are here because you either know me personally or follow my dogs on Instagram; but for those who may have somehow stumbled upon this somewhere else, I’ll quickly introduce myself & my pups. I’m Julie, I’m 25, I live in Denver with my boyfriend Jake, our 2 year old Siberian Husky Tucker, and our (probably) 2 year old muttbutt Leo, who DNA testing claims is half Chesapeake Bay Retriever, and other half mostly Siberian Husky with a pinch of Staffordshire Terrier (for the record, I believe this 100%). We spend a lot of our time out hiking, which is why training our dogs to be reliable off leash has been a big priority since having them. I feel it’s also important to add that we have had Tucker since he was a puppy, and adopted Leo at around a year old, which has made each of their training a little bit different.

Start Early

Something I tell people who reach out to me on instagram about off leash training is that it starts the minute your new puppy (or dog) comes home. I personally believe a solid recall is the most important thing you can teach your dog - it is for the safety of both of you; whether you want your dog off leash while you are out hiking, or just to call your dog back to you when it is time to leave the dog park. That being said, I’ll start with how I began Tucker’s foundation of a reliable recall at a very young age. We would work on basic obedience at home along with puppy classes - “sit, stay, come,” learning his name, and learning to come over to me when I called him. This happens by having a massive puppy party with toys and treats whenever he would come when called. If you have a puppy at home, I recommend always having treats on hand - you never know when there might be a positive behavior you want to reward. For Tucker, his motivation for training has always been food, and still is. But being a husky, he is picky about what he defines as a good reward. Those bags of small “training treats” just didn’t cut it for him. If your dog is food motivated, find that treat that really gets them excited. That treat that smells so bad you can’t even believe your dog likes it. Find that treat, and set it aside as your high value reward, and use it ONLY for recall training.

When Tucker was getting close to a year old (might be important to note Leo was not in the picture yet), I bought a long 20 ft lead and started bringing him out to parks in Chicago where we lived at the time, and we would just work on his recall. Not for long periods of time; I would keep training short & interesting, using the high value treats I knew he loved, and worked every couple of days to get him to REALLY understand what I was asking of him by saying, “Tucker, come.” They say practice makes perfect and I am here to tell you that yeah....it does. But practice takes patience, and patience is sooo important in training a dog. And sometimes just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, you decide that another dog is just what you need. 

Hello, Leo!

So, in comes Leo. By this time, Tucker was about a year old, and my crazy self was ready to introduce a rescue dog of the same age into our little family who had little to no training himself. Tucker’s basic manners and obedience were pretty solid by this time, but my confidence in his off leash skills were not quite there. While focusing on getting Leo comfortable in his new life, I’ll admit my once laser focused training with Tucker started to slack. Once Leo had mastered basic obedience, it was time for me to take on recall training for both boys so they could enjoy off leash freedom. After some research, I discovered the training tool that would solidify both Tucker & Leo’s recall: the e-collar.

E-Collars - the good, the bad, the ugly 

If you’ve read this far knowing that I am now going to talk about e-collar training, then hopefully you are either in the group that believes e-collars are an amazing training tool when used properly, or you have an open mind on the matter. If you are anti e-collar, then hopefully I can at least help you understand why they can be so beneficial to others. I found this quote that pretty much sums up my opinion on the matter:

“A shock collar is a training tool which applies a negative stimulus to the dog. It can be used in the correct fashion to train a dog. It can be used improperly to cause a dog extreme pain. A leash can also be used properly as a training tool and improperly to cause extreme pain. The important word is "improperly". Used properly, a shock collar is no different than a leash as a training tool.”

I don’t exactly like that they used the term “shock” collar, because in itself that sounds abusive, but I can move past that because the point is simple. I’ll also admit e-collar training is not going to work for every dog, especially those who may have a rocky or abusive past. But as I mentioned at the beginning of this, I am only sharing my experiences and what has worked for me and my dogs.

That being said, here is where I want to share my mistakes in hopes that those of you reading will not make the same ones. Yes, I did my research on e-collars and made the decision that this would be a great way to solidify my dog’s recall training when distractions were present. What I did not research was e-collar brands - I simply did what any person this day in age would do: got on Amazon, found something affordable, skimmed a few reviews, decided they look good, and pressed order. Well, I am thankful for the “vibrate” mode these sh*tty, $75 Petrainer brand e-collars had, because after feeling the shock mode on myself there was no way I would be using that on my dogs. After training them on these collars using the different levels of vibrate (I’ll get into the training method I used soon), I made the mistake of leaving the remote out in the rain while camping one night. This broke the remote, leaving me in need of a new set of collars. Thankfully by this time I had heard of brands that yes, were a little more expensive, but it is because they are the real deal. My advice when selecting an e-collar? If it is under $100....it is too good to be true, even for one collar. Do not make the same mistake as I did and buy something because it is cheap; spend the money for a quality product that will last (oh yeah, and one that won’t harm your dog).

For those interested, the collars I currently use are here, and you can check out my full review on the Mini Educator collars here.

Training

My plan was to take this on myself, using resources I had found on the internet (great idea, Julie). Thankfully this worked out well for me; one google search, picked the top article, read it three times, and off to the park I went with the boys that afternoon. By then, both Tucker & Leo had a solid “come;” just needed reinforcing when we were out and distractions were present, which was why I made the decision to e-collar train.

I don’t feel there is a need for me to go into great detail about e-collar training for recall when it is all in this lovely article that I will link below. Maybe this entire blog post just needed to be a link to this article, so here is what you’ve been waiting for!

This is not an article for skimming - if you are serious about e-collar training yourself, please read it through and through again. And if you feel this isn’t something you want to take on yourself, I highly recommend hiring a professional trainer to help with e-collar training.

Link:  Lou Castle - Training the Recall

Keep in mind this isn’t something that will be picked up overnight. It takes practice and patience to perfect (say that 3 times fast) and some dogs may catch on faster than others.

I am lucky that Tucker and Leo both responded well to e-collar training, and most of the time now I can trust them without using the e-collar at all. But, when we are out and I have them off leash, their e-collars are on for that extra safety net. When it comes to recall, and ALL training in general, training never ends.

After practicing recall with the e-collar in safe places like large dog parks, we slowly started bringing Tucker and Leo out on hikes and letting them off leash. Honestly I couldn’t believe how well they responded to the training - all of the time spent and smelly treats given were finally worth it. 

Don’t be that person

So maybe you’ve reached the point you believe your dog is ready to be off leash and will come back whenever you call them, wherever you are. YAS!!! This is one of the best and most freeing feelings for both you and your dog! But of course, being with a dog off leash brings it’s own set of new responsibilities.

This mostly applies to hiking with your dog, but these tips can be beneficial in any situation where your dog might be off leash.

Do not let your off leash dog approach any person OR dog without permission. Sure, your dog may be the social butterfly who can play well with any person or dog, but that may not be the case for all. The last thing you want is for your dog to approach a reactive dog and a fight to begin. It is YOUR responsibility to keep your dog under control at all times, and if you don’t think they can pass another group without having to say hello, leash them up as you pass. Most of the time when I am out hiking and see a group ahead, I will holler, “are your dogs friendly?” or “do you guys mind dogs?” which can keep potentially bad situations from happening.

Be aware of wildlife and how your dog may react. This is kind of self explanatory. If you are in an area where wildlife may be present, stay on alert and have a leash handy at all times. If your dog has a high prey drive, working on “leave it” alongside training recall will create a solid combination to keep your dog from chasing those damn squirrels.

Batteries can die - have treats along just in case. We all know batteries like to die at the worst time. I have never had a problem with my e-collars battery lasting, but in the event it does, or some kind of malfunction (like, idk, leaving the remote in the rain), bring along those high reward treats in case.

So...

For those who are STILL reading (hey hey!!!) I really hope you found this informative. I love being able to let my dogs enjoy life off leash and I would love if it could be that way for everyone! If there is anything you believe I missed, would like me to go into more detail about, or if you have a questions please feel free to shoot me an email - tuckerleohuskies@gmail.com

xx Julie

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#50: “We’d make such a cute couple.”  -Corey Graves.

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Having a brother that did professional wrestling made life fun. Baron always brought you with him to shows if they were anywhere where you lived, because he knew you loved it, and you were friends with some of the other wrestlers.

You were backstage talking to Charlotte when you heard a booming voice behind you, “Is that Y/N? It can’t be…”

Right away, you knew who it was.

“Well if it isn’t Corey Graves.” You said.

“I’ll catch you later Y/N. We have a lot to talk about!” Charlotte said, walked away.

Corey walked over and gave you a giant hug. “What are you doing here? Baron didn’t say you were coming.”

“Yeah, I kind of made him bring me. I couldn’t miss this!” You said.

Tonight on Smackdown, Baron would be fighting for the US Title. You wanted to be there for when he won.

“Well that makes sense. Geez, it feels like I haven’t seen you in ages!” He said.

“That’s because you haven’t. You and Baron are always on the road. You’re the big dogs now. Not like when you first started and we got to hang out 24/7.” You said.

“Yeah, well I am pretty important around here.” Corey said, grabbing the collar of his shirt, trying to show off.

You laughed at him, “You really haven’t changed much, have you?”

He just shrugged his shoulders. One of the producers got his attention and dragged him away for work purposes.

“I got to go, but I will see you later!” He said.

He left and you went to find your way to Baron’s locker room.

You knocked, to make sure there was no one in there with him. You heard him holler.

Walking in there, you found a place to sit and watched him get ready.

“Are you nervous for tonight?” You asked.

“Not really. I just hope if I do get that title, I will do it justice.” He said.

“Oh there’s no doubt you will. Don’t worry too much.” You said.

Baron was the big tough guy around everyone, but around you, he was himself. Not so tough. Which was okay with you. You were even thankful for it.

“Thanks. I better get out there.” He said getting up.

You walked over and gave him a huge hug, “You’re going to kill it out there. I better see that title in your hand when you come back here.”

He let go of you, “No pressure or anything.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed him to the door.

“Good luck, brother.”

You waited a minute before leaving the locker room yourself.   

Baron’s music had just hit when you made it to the monitor in the back.

A lot of the superstars were back there watching as well. This match was highly talked about for weeks.

AJ sure did give Baron a run for his money, but in the end, Baron came out with the win. Most of them in the back were shocked, but you were jumping with joy.

The crowd was booing, but Baron didn’t let that bug him. He had that smug look on his face.

When AJ came to the back, he kind of avoided everyone. You could tell that he was upset.

Baron came back and everyone congratulated him. Corey ran backstage and gave him a big man hug.

“We’re going out tonight. Drinks on me!” He said.

Hell yeah. You were down for free drinks.

Baron went to get changed and he had to do a couple interviews before you guys were on your way. He was on some sort of high, because he was shoving that damn title in everyone’s faces.

When you finally made it to the bar, there were tons of people there.  

Some of the superstars were there, along with some of the backstage/tech people. At least that’s who you assumed they were.

When Corey showed up with a round of shots for everyone, he made a toast.

“To the new champ. We have been waiting so long for this. You deserve this. To my best friend.” He said, holding up his glass.

Everyone else did the same, then took their drink.

Ahh, tequila. Your old friend.

Everyone seemed to be having a good time.

There was a guy at the end of the bar that kept staring at you, and he wasn’t trying to hide it. At all. It was really creepy.

You moved to a different place in the bar to try to get out of his view, but that only worked for a little bit. Turns out, he worked with the company and was here with the same people you were.

Corey was at the bar getting more drinks and you went up to him.

“I need a favor.” You said, almost panicked.

He looked down at you, “Okay, what’s up? And why do you looked scared?”

“There’s a guy that’s here that apparently is a part of the tech crew and he has been creeping on me all night. Can you pretend that you’re my boyfriend or something so he will stop?” You asked, practically begging.

“Hmm, okay. I can get down with that. Just don’t tell your brother, he might kill me.” He said.

You looked over at Baron and he had some random girl on his lap, “I think he is pretty occupied.”

He looked and laughed, “You’re right. Okay, let’s do this. Which guy is it so I can keep an eye out.”

You scoped the room and saw the guy staring again, “The guy with the long red hair, staring as we speak.”

“Got it.” He said.

You spent the rest of the night at Corey’s side. Not that you minded. He may be your brother’s best friend, but he was basically your longest crush. And he looked good on your arm.

He would do small gestures when the guy was looking like put his arm around your shoulders while he was talking and pull you close to him and set his hand on your thigh, small things like that.

Luckily, that guy noticed and you thought he left the bar, but you weren’t sure.

Corey noticed too, but he was still doing the gestures. You weren’t going to question it.

It was getting late, and you were feeling pretty tipsy. Corey asked if he could have just one more drink with you.

You agreed.

He decided to sit at the bar. While you were waiting for your drinks, he grabs your hand, “You know, we’d make such a cute couple.”

Your eyes got wide. Did you hear him correctly?

“Really...you think so?” You asked.

“I do. I mean, this started as me doing you a favor, but as the night went on, it just felt...right. Having you by my side, and my arm around you. I think we look good.”

You gave him a strange look, “Is this the alcohol talking?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “I mean, maybe a little. I would have never said that sober.”

You gave him a slight smile, “Well, I’m glad you did. I think I agree.”

Corey looked over at Baron, who was still with the random girl doing lord knows what.

“What do you think he’s going to say?” He asked.

“Pshht. Who cares. He’s a big boy. He can handle it.” You said, smiling.

Corey smiled back at you, then started looking at your lips. He leaned in and kissed you.

You pulled away and just kept smiling. It was time to go home. See where the rest of the night lead you.

[rightnxt2ziam]

I have no idea what possessed me to write this, I apologize.

"Stop giggling," Liam huffed out, trying to stifle his own laugh.

"Stop being ridiculous," Zayn countered, still laughing, his tongue pressed behind his teeth, cheeks rising, laugh lines across his face.

"Come on Zed, let me take your photo," he tried to convince his boyfriend for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last few minutes.

"You have enough pictures of me," Zayn said, swatting Liam's hands away as he started to make a grabbing gesture. "There's enough pictures of me on the internet and this house."

"Your Versace pictures deserve better," Liam replied, dropping his hands and getting serious. "We're supposed to believe someone who loved you took those photos. Please, my nan could've done better. Let me do it. You still have the clothes and I have wicked skills on my iPhone. Add a seductive filter or something."

Zayn sighed and leaned his head against the back of the couch he was currently sitting on. The Versace photos were a tad abysmal, he looked great which was always a plus. But, the photos didn't show off him or the clothes properly. His people and Versace didn't seem to care, as long as they got a cut of the profits. It had bothered him for some time now, this was supposed to be a huge fashion campaign and it was being treated like a child showcasing their hobby. Newsflash, the child needed to find a new hobby. For the last ten minutes Liam was now trying to convince him to have their own fashion shoot, mostly to just cheer Zayn up.

"Please," Liam begged, pushing out his bottom lip in an adorable pout that always got to Zayn.

Zayn lazily traced Liam's bottom lip with his thumb, humming when Liam grazed the digit with his teeth. "Fi-fine."

Liam immediately beamed with excitement, jumping off the couch. "I love you. You won't regret this."

Ten minutes later Zayn was standing in one of their numerous closets, pulling out the specific clothes he wore for the Versus campaign. Liam was doing something outside in the garden, only telling Zayn to hurry up before they lost the daylight. Zayn undressed in the middle of the room, pulling on a pair of black jeans and a leather coat. Liam wanted to be as authentic as possible, copying each look Zayn wore in the campaign photos. After he was properly dressed he checked out his hair quickly in the mirror, letting it out of the tie he had holding it together on the top of his head. He shook his head to let the hair fall where it pleased and walked towards their garden. Once outside he just observed Liam who was running back and forth setting things up, Watson running right behind him thinking it was a game. A boisterous laugh leaving Zayn's mouth alerted Liam to his presence.

"Beautiful," Liam declared after getting a good look at Zayn. "Let me get this terror back inside and we'll begin. Stand by the tree and I'll be right with you babe."

Liam dragged Watson back into the home by his collar as he whined the entire time, disappointed that play time was already over. He made sure the door was closed securely to make sure none of their other dogs decided to crash the party. He walked to where Zayn stood by the tree and adjusted the jacket he was wearing, not saying a word. He kneeled down to adjust the jeans and smiled up at Zayn, wiggling his eyebrows as seductively as possible. Zayn just shook his head and laughed, he was dating a toddler stuck in a grown mans body, but he loved him anyway. Liam stood back up and slowly walked backwards, taking his iPhone out of his back pocket. He pressed a few button on his phone, just nodding his head the entire time.

"Okay, just act natural," Liam instructed.

"Cause this is natural," Zayn scoffed. "An impromptu photo shoot in me garden."

"Quiet on set!" Liam barked out his direction. "We're gonna lose the sun if you don't pipe down."

With another shake of his head Zayn got silent and just let Liam shoot away, only moving when instructed. He knew never to interrupt when Liam got into his creative zone. He trusted him, trusted that he wasn't going to make him look foolish. Zayn knew that the photos were going to showcase him in a way he'd want. After twenty minutes in front of the tree he was told to put on a shirt and go into the bedroom for their next location. Once he was changed again he walked into their room as Liam was fixing the blinds, making the room as dark as possible. He had no idea what Liam's plans were but he just went with it. Liam instructed him to lay on the bed, leaning up on just one elbow. Like before, Zayn just went with whatever Liam told him to do because he trusted him and his odd vision. After a few shots were takien as he leaned on his elbow he was told to move up towards the headboard to capture a more relaxed feeling. Whatever.

"Are these even coming out okay?" Zayn finally asked once they wrapped their second set of shots.

"Babe, you're doing amazing," Liam told him honestly, cradling his cheek in his palm. "They should've used me for the shoot. Now go put on the white outfit and meet me in the bathroom."

Zayn sighed and shook his head once more. "You're relentless."

"Love you too," he replied. "Now hurry."

The last shoot lasted another fifteen minutes with Liam having Zayn sit in the tub as he took the photos. It was all a tad bizarre but hopefully Liam knew what he was doing and what his vision for this whole nonsense shoot was. After the shoot was completed Liam wouldn't let Zayn see the photos until he was changed and back in their bedroom. Liam grabbed his laptop and his USB port and sat on the bed, working his magic and waiting for Zayn to change. Once Zayn got back in the room Liam was still silent, clicking away on his computer.

"Done?" Zayn asked, crawling into the bed.

"Shh," Liam silenced him, never looking up from the screen in front of him. "Almost."

"So secretive," Zayn joked, trying to look over Liam's shoulder at the laptop, but he just kept moving it away from prying eyes.

"Patience love."

Zayn sighed indignantly as he waited, even though he really had no idea what he was really waiting for, but Liam told him to wait. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand and played a game or two of solitaire, losing each time, to take his mind off the wait. Liam kept tapping away at his keyboard, clicking the mouse a few times to probably seem busier than he actually was. It was slowly driving Zayn crazy. He wanted to know what Liam was doing, especially with some of the more seductive photos he took on the bed and in the tub. Those pictures were not allowed to leave this home and no one else but the two of them were allowed to see them. He could just imagine the joke Louis would make at his expense if he saw them. Like Louis hadn't done something similar with Harry after he cut his hair recently.

"Done," Liam declared proudly, shifting his laptop over from his lap to the empty spot between them.

"Li-Liam," Zayn gasped in awe. He looked between the laptop and Liam a few times, making sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. The photos looks incredible, especially after Liam used his impressive photoshop skills. They looked way more professional that his supposed professional ones. He didn't look foolish, he looked like a proper high fashion model. "Wow."

"You like them?" Liam asked timidly, his top teeth chewing at his bottom lip. "I-I tried to make them look as professional as an iPhone can make them."

"These are amazing," he spoke in a hushed voice, his fingers ghosting over the screen. Touching to make sure it was really real, that he wasn't imaging what was right in front of him. "They look, they look beautiful."

"The photographer loves you," Liam argued, smiling his wide smile. "Thinking about sending them anonymously to Versace, show them how good you truly are in front of the camera."

"Don't you dare," he snorted, playfully hitting Liam's arm.

"Fine," Liam gave him. "Maybe I'll make these our Christmas cards, send them out to our friends and family. Our mum's would get a kick outta them."

"Sure Liam," he pacified him, knowing never to rile Liam up when he went on one of his many tangents, not matter where the tangent took him. "And the more provocative shots? Where are those going?"

"I'm blowing them up and putting them around the house," he teased, laughing as Zayn's eyes grew wider in shock and horror.

"Liam!"

"I'm not kidding," he replied, clicking the mouse to show Zayn the photos. "Babe, can you imagine them around the house? Over the bed? Maybe the tub?"

"I'm not going to win this fight," he gave in with a sharp exhale. "You're lucky I love you Liam James Payne."

"I know," he laughed gladly accepting a kiss from the love of his life and his lifelong muse in all things creative.

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Set Report: The Space Between Us with Asa Butterfield & Britt Robertson

From War of the Worlds to Rogue One, humanity has had a longstanding fascination with sci-fi and the idea of life on other planets. The Space Between Us – an interplanetary adventure from STX Entertainment hitting theaters next month – embraces elements of the science fiction genre while telling a very human story… and showing us that the futuristic fantasies of its predecessors are much closer to reality than we might think.

Fangirlish had the opportunity to visit the Albuquerque, New Mexico set of The Space Between Us – which stars Asa Butterfield, Britt Robertson, Gary Oldman, and Carla Gugino – in late 2015. There, Asa, Britt, Director Peter Chelsom, and Executive Producer Richard Lewis talked us through the timely premise of the film, the unique relationship between its two central characters, and more.

The Premise

The Space Between Us imagines a future that doesn’t seem too far off: one where humans have colonized Mars. Between recent NASA discoveries and the ongoing fascination with both real-life and fictional developments concerning the Red Planet, this is one science fiction story that feels more like a matter of “when” than “if.”

Speaking of Mars missions, SpaceX’s work involving the Red Planet was a major source of both inspiration and research for the team behind the film. “It’s unbelievable,” Director Peter Chelsom said. “It’s like my 9-year-old kid Ollie designed and drew a rocket station – there’s a Starbucks over here, and there’s people building a rocket there, and people going ’round on skateboards, and the average workforce is 32 years old. It’s incredible. There’s none of that kind of Apollo 13, white shirt and collar with ‘Houston, we have a problem.’ It’s not like that. And it’s very, very imminent. The t-shirts are ‘Occupy Mars,’ and when you leave the building, you’re kind of overwhelmed by the power of one man’s conviction.” That man, of course, is SpaceX founder Elon Musk, who is given a clear nod in Gary Oldman’s Nathaniel Shepherd.

The film opens as a group of astronauts heads into space on the first mission to establish this Mars colony, spearheaded by Shepherd’s company. However, soon after takeoff, they discover that one of the astronauts is pregnant. As Executive Producer Richard Lewis explained, this scenario is very much on the minds of NASA’s scientists, one of whom he consulted while writing the script. “He said, It’s gonna happen and we don’t know what to do.”

The result in the movie, at least, is bittersweet. The astronaut in question dies due to complications from giving birth shortly after landing on Mars – but her child survives. Gardner Elliott (Butterfield) – whose name is drawn from Being There‘s Chauncey Gardner and E.T.‘s Elliott – grows into an extraordinary, brilliant teen fascinated by the home planet he has never known.

The film’s central focus is the human element of Gardner’s story – the discovery and wonder of seeing our planet through new eyes, first love, and so on – but it’s all the stronger for the real science behind his circumstances, which also drives the plot in an essential way. This required extensive research not only into Mars itself, but how a human born on the Red Planet would develop and what would happen to them if they made their way to Earth, as Gardner eventually does. Lewis consulted with his father, a heart specialist, as well as a number of other medical and astrophysics professionals while working on the script. “The science has been well researched,” he said. “It’s obviously fictional, but we feel we’re pretty damn close to what would really happen.”

The Characters

Richard Lewis, who also produced 2007’s August Rush, originally envisioned Freddie Highmore as Gardner. Though Freddie aged out of the role, Lewis became familiar with Asa Butterfield’s work and finished developing the script around him. “I’ve actually put a sizzle reel together, which Asa’s never seen, of him at that age – at 14 or 15 – playing this character,” he teased. “It would be so shocking to him. What’s been terrific [is that] he’s been in my eye since really the conception of the story. He’s got an otherworldly quality -he’s so disarming and so charming.”

Butterfield, who also starred in Ender’s Game, is no stranger to out-of-this-world stories. But his role as Gardner Elliott presented a new challenge: What would it be like to be the only human who has never known his home planet? Rather than alienating (no pun intended) us from its protagonist, The Space Between Us answers this question by bringing things closer to home. “This is science fiction, but it’s a lot more than that because of all the themes and the ideas are sort of more relatable,” Asa said. “It’s set in the future, [but] all the things they’re dealing with are [still] very current, about finding where you belong – something that I think everyone goes through and something that you see Gardner and Tulsa both are going through in the film.”

Tulsa (Britt Robertson) is a street-smart girl biding her time until she ages out of the foster system and can get on with her life. She and Gardner strike up a fast friendship in an online chat room (Gardner, of course, not telling her that he’s from Mars). “I think when you go online to meet people, you’re searching for something – whether it be friendship or romance or just companionship,” Britt said. “I think when [Gardner and Tulsa] met, what drew them together is just a connection and a bond and being curious about one another.”

Though Tulsa is initially wary of Gardner – who shows up unannounced at her school after he makes his way to earth – she soon realizes that he is who he says he is and lets her guard down. “There’s no harmful bone in his body, and that’s reassuring for someone who doesn’t trust,” Robertson said. “[She] realizes that he’s just a good guy and he’s been through a lot of different circumstances than, say, the average human.”

As the two travel across the country to find Gardner’s father, we see just how wondrous Earth is to the boy from Mars. Every experience is brand new for Gardner, who is blown away by everything from rain to horses. Asa revealed that these scenes proved rather difficult to shoot. “It’s hard to put yourself into that kind of position because we are so experienced in the world,” he said. “To completely strip all that back and just be in absolute awe about everything you see – whether a tree or a dog – it’s just, everything’s interesting.”

Tulsa plays a significant role in helping Gardner acclimate to Earth, and their road trip only brings them closer together. Britt describes their relationship as a partnership – “romance-wise or not.” “He is her family in some way, shape, or form. She doesn’t have anyone, she barely has friends, and her life feels like there’s something missing – and that piece of it is companionship and family, and that’s what he is to her,” she said.

The Set

Though filming for The Space Between Us took the cast and crew from Vegas to Malibu, it was Albuquerque, New Mexico that served as home base. Our set visit brought us to Highland High School: a real, very much in-session place of learning standing in for Tulsa’s Colorado high school.

The first scene of the day took place in an outdoor courtyard, with Tulsa confronting some bullies before riding off on her motorcycle. (Yes, Britt Robertson actually did that and yes, it was awesome.) The second brought us inside for Gardner and Tulsa’s first meeting, which doesn’t go quite as smoothly as Gardner expects.

Since both scenes take place during the school day, things got a little interesting. Not only were there lots of extras standing in for Tulsa’s fellow students, but Highland’s actual students passed through the set between classes and at lunch. These circumstances made for an authentic environment, if a slightly chaotic one. “I haven’t been to school in so long – nor have I actually been to a public high school before – so it’s overwhelming,” Britt said. “I hear they were getting a little confused as to who the actual students were and who background was. But it’s fine. Everyone’s been really cool.”

From a filmmaking standpoint, the high school actually made for one of the easiest shooting locations. “Compared to all our other challenges, this feels really like a walk in the park,” Chelsom said. “This is a kind of easy film environment. No one’s at zero gravity, no one’s in harnesses and wires, no one’s having to avoid an explosion, no one’s standing clear of helicopter blades. I find this kind of thing easy compared to all that.”

Asa talked us through the experience of filming in some of these more challenging environments, including the quarry standing in for Mars. “We had some great exterior things in this quarry where they made the Martian landscape, wearing the big space suits. I am a massive science fiction fan, so I was so excited to try an astronaut suit. I was walking around, [breathing] like Darth Vader. It was fun.”

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Cat Spraying Behavior Easy And Cheap Diy Ideas

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What Does It Look Like When My Cat Sprays

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Cat Spray Color

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