#thing is nobody in my family wants to give up on him so we're feeding him and cleaning him ourselves

[sexcaliburs]

I've been taking care of this puppy since 5 am I'm so tireddddddd

[not-magdi]

Little Update

Summary: Lando gives his fans a little update about live

Words: 785

Warnings: None just pure fluff

A/N

It's my first time writing for Lando I hope you like it <3

Three weeks ago, you and Lando welcomed a little baby boy to the world. The both of you were pretty open about the pregnancy, posting pictures and stories all the time.

The fans loved watching your baby bump grow. And the interactions between Lando and the baby you two shared over your socials.

But since the baby was born, you two went MIA for a while and haven't posted a thing. Everybody started to speculate that the baby was born, but nobody had seen the baby yet.

You and Lando needed some time for yourselves to adjust to the new situation, but after some time, you slowly got into a routine.

Now, the two of you wanted to let the world know about your little bundle of joy. Lando wanted to do something special, that would resemble you and him.

Something that made you and Lando who you are, are your infamous streams. So Lando wanted to stream with your baby and introduce him to the world. You were a bit sceptical at first, not wanting to parade around with your baby in public so much.

But Lando assured you that everything would be alright and that he would be extra careful if it would get too much for little baby Henry.

So now Lando was sitting in his gaming chair with his son sound asleep next to him in his crib.

You wanted to stay with them and watch, but you had a hard time staying awake and chose to take a nap, still recovering from labour.

Lando took a deep breath and started the stream but had the camera still turned off. In the next few minutes, thousands of people joined his stream.

Seeing the numbers rise made Lando's heart beat faster, and he started overthinking his idea again. Nevertheless, he turned on his microphone and greeted his viewers.

"Hey, guys! … Guys, calm down. I know the camera's turned off. Be patient."

His heart melted as he read the messages his fans sent him, asking how he was doing and if you were doing okay. After laughing at a few messages, his heart rate slowed down and he started to feel more relaxed.

"So guys, I know me and Y/N haven't been online for some time. In our defence, we had a good reason."

Taking a deep breath to collect himself, he took the sleeping baby into his arms and turned on the camera.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to Henry Norris."

He grabbed Henry's little hand with his finger and waved at the camera. The chat went completely feral at that, congratulating the two of them on your little family.

Henry slowly woke up after he felt his dad's presence. Looking up at Lando with his big blue eyes, which he got from you, he cuddled himself deeper into Lando's arms.

Realising that his son had woken up, he cooed at him and kissed his little forehead to settle him again.

"Chat, look at him, he's so cute. Baby, you wanna say hello?"

Hearing Lando use his baby voice and cuddle with his son made the chat go crazy. Messages of love and adoration flooded the chat.

"How is Y/N doing?" Lando read out loud.

"Y/N's doing quite good. She is currently sleeping. I try to help her as much as I can. She needs to recover fast because I'm kind of lost without her."

Chuckling at the end of his sentence, he read a few more questions until he heard the door to his office open and close.

"Aww, chat, look who decided to join us!"

You waved at the camera as you took your place behind Lando, kissing his messy curls.

"The chat kept asking for you," Lando mumbled into your neck as he nuzzled himself into you.

"Aww, really? Hi chat!"

You greet the chat and cuddle yourself next to Lando. The two of you kept answering questions until you felt Henry squirm in Lando's arms.

"Chat, we're going to end the stream now. Little muppet's gonna have his dinner now."

Taking Henry from Lando's arms, you head out, getting ready to feed him. Lando comes right after you, talking to the chat for a bit.

The sight that greets him in the living room, is a sight he could never get sick of.

The love of his life, with his son in her arms, feeding him in their own little home.

[daddys-silly-little-gem]

Forever My Whore

Toji Fushiguro x Prostitute! Reader

Rated : M

The Red Light District. It's a place full of sin and guilty pleasures that happen at night. Prostitution was a common way of getting by when you lived in this place. Prostitutes, however, don't always get a good rap. We're usually known as whores or homewreckers. We get called bitches, useless whores, dumb slut. Nobody ever thinks about our pleasures, they never think about how we feel during the act. It pays lots of money, and you meet all kinds of people, but they never stay long, and you know they whisper lies behind your back when they leave.

Being left unsatisfied was a common thing. Never getting to finish or getting the benefits from it. The customers usually come for themselves, they think about their own pleasure and don't even ask if you felt good, or if you enjoyed it. They get their orgasm, and then they leave. Being left pint up and frustrated became a norm. Sometimes having sex with one another, was typical. Some even began dating one another due to the fact that they only had one another.

This whore house, that you work in, has a man's section and a women's section. It was split up into two buildings. Whichever you preferred, that's the house you went to. Some of the female workers were dating some of the male workers. Some couples were same-sex and some were heterosexual couples. But the same silent rule applied to all couples. DON'T GET CAUGHT. That was the most important rule. If you get caught, you either get sold to another district or you just vanish. Everyone here had no ties to family, so it never mattered what happened to us. Our lives were in the hands of the Mistress and her Husband.

Under their watch, we were considered a family. Sisters and brothers were not allowed to date. But none of us were related, and we all wanted to feel something. Whether it's love or just sex, we were humans. We needed to feel alive. You didn't mind the loneliness, you could care less. You've become numb to never being satisfied. Laying up there on a mattress, giving fake moans as your body rocked from empty thrusts. Sometimes the sex was good and you'd actually moan, but it was never enough to feed that emptiness.

You were disowned by your family when you were 15, all because you lost your virginity. Your family believed in sex after marriage, but you weren't feeling it. You've been here in this district for 7 years now. Nothing much has changed, and you didn't mind that. You had food, a warm bed, and a roof over your head. You were set. You didn't mind not getting satisfied, it was just a small sacrifice you didn't mind having to make. That was until, you met him.

Toji Fushiguro

He was a common customer here, he didn't visit as much as the other guys, but when he did, he was always big talk amongst the young girls. When you first saw him, you didn't like him. He gave off a smug air, like he was too good for any of these girls, and that he could have them all. He didn't talk much, but he sure did eat a lot. You've served him food a few times, but nothing more than that. But the girls always swooned over him. They always talked about how much pleasure he gave them, and how many times they'd orgasmed while in his care. They'd talk about how big he was, how strong he was, how rough he was.

They'd always speak so highly of him. And you'd never admit it, but you were curious. You didn't want to admit it, but you wanted to get that experience. You wanted to have him, if only for a night. But, that would probably prove to be hard, because he never seemed to pay you any mind. You could understand why though. Your breasts weren't that big, your ass wasn't as wide, and you weren't considered as beautiful, just a simple 'Pretty'. You'd usually get the run-down guys. The ones with missing teeth, skinny and frail. Sometimes muscular but too nerdy to talk to the beautiful women.

You always got the rift rafts. So you weren't expecting him to ever pay you any attention. And You were right, he didn't. He never even glanced your way when you'd bring him food. It felt almost insulting, but you've learned to cut off your emotions to it, but it still made your eyes sting when you put thought into it. Eventually, to save yourself from messing up your makeup, you just started to avoid him altogether whenever he came. Usually, it was you who gave him his second or third meal, but you decided to stop.

You invested yourself into the job, seeing more customers than what was needed when he came for a visit. Or you'd stay hidden in the crowd of girls.

Until one day, he sought you out.

You were walking through one of the many long hallways within the building. You were on your way to your room, to tend to a customer who was waiting in your room. You had just freshly done your hair and you changed your kimono, the mistress made you dress nicer than usual, with was very strange for you. You'd usually get the standard kimono, nothing special. This time, you were given a much more beautiful one. It was full of patterns and colors. It was beautiful. But you didn't have time to dwell on it, you had a customer to please. You got to your door and you sat down on your knees.

With practiced ease, you slid open the shogi door, your passive face set in a rehearsed bashful stare as you looked through your lashes with false shyness. When you slid the door open, your act dropped and you stared on in confusion. Toji Fushiguro, was in your room. He was draped in a dark blue kimono. It was lazily tied around his waist, and the fabric hung loosely around him, showing his powerful physic. He stared at you with an observatory gaze. "There you are." He said.

You looked on in confusion before you responded. "I-I must be in the wrong room. Excus-" You were cut off when he suddenly stood up, and he wordlessly walked over toward you. Your head slowly move up, as you craned your neck to his height as he drew closer to you. He stared down at you. "I chose you. I want you." He said in a factual tone. He stared down at you with an unwavering gaze. The intensity of his gaze made you quiver, and your pussy throbbed from it. 'I'm... aroused.' You thought. The feeling was almost unknown to you, it was hard to get aroused when you already knew the outcome.

But this was new, it was intimidating, it was powerful, it was overwhelming. You liked it. He didn't give you time to answer, when he suddenly reached down and he grabbed your arm. You nearly melted under his touch. His hands are giant, and strong. They covered your small bicep with his palm. You were yanked up from your spot as you were pulled into the room. The shogi door slides close behind you.

He effortlessly tosses you onto the mattress. "Oof." You huffed as you landed on your ass, your hands kept you propped up as you looked up at him. He stared down at you quietly, his eyes seemed to eat you up, as they slowly trailed up your legs where the kimono parted from your fall. Your feet laced over one another, as you shyly looked up at him. "You stopped serving me. Why?" He suddenly asked. You looked up at him in question. "I stopped serving you? When did I ever serve you?" You asked. He stared at you a little longer before he suddenly began to peel his kimono off.

Your breath hitched, as his body was revealed to you. Your pussy leaked fluids and your clit twitched, you pressed your thighs together trying to stimulate the sudden heat that was consuming you. His kimono pooled around his feet as he carelessly dropped it. His boxers were the only thing saving you from just turning into a mess, but that's what you wanted. He was semi-hard, and your nipples tingled at the slight imprint of his thick girth. "You stopped feeding me." He said. You stared up at him in wonder. 'That's right. I stopped serving him food.' You thought.

"I-I didn't actually feed you, the cooks made it, I just served it." You explained, as you watched him get on his knees. He crawled over towards you until his hands trailed up your legs. Your breath hitched as his large rough hands trailed over your soft skin. They moved slowly up your legs and over your knees, his fingers pushing your kimono up. Once at your thighs, he wrapped his hands around them and squeezed. You gave a small moan at the feeling of his fingers pressing into your plush skin.

"The food always tasted better when it was from your hands." He said in a hushed voice as his eyes traced the way your skin pushed up around his fingers. Your cheeks warmed at his words. 'That's... actually so cute.' You thought as you stared at his handsome face. You nearly screamed when he pulled you towards him by your thighs, your back hitting the mattress as he pushed your legs together. He pushed them towards you. "Hold them together like this, don't let go." He said. You wrapped your arms around them, holding them tight together as you looked at him from between your knees.

Your pussy quivered at his order, it was something you were newly craving for. He palmed himself through his boxers as he softly grunted to himself. "Your thighs are sexy. I wanna fuck 'em." He said as he pushed his boxers down enough to free himself. You gave a breathy whine at his words as you pushed your thighs together tighter. His eyes trailed down the plushness of your thighs pushed together, going down to your glinting pussy. He watched as she slightly quivered and he trailed his thumb down your lips.

Your body jumped from the sudden touch. He lightly trailed his thumb down your split, gathering up some of your juices as he did so. He stopped at your entrance and he pushed his thumb in. "Nnnnuh." You lightly moaned at the feeling as he bullied his thumb into you. 'Just his thumb alone is thick.' You thought as he pushed his thumb in all the way. Your pussy clinched down on his thumb and he gave a light smirk. "You're such a whore. Just from my thumb alone, you're leaking for me." He said, you whined at his words. You usually hated to be called a whore, but this was different.

He thrust his thumb in you a few times, and the feeling of you clenching down on him made his cock twitch. He pulled his thumb out and he replaced it with his fingers. Your head rolled back into the mattress as two of his thick fingers entered you. "Nnnnuh, ha. So big." You whispered as he slowly thrusts his fingers into you. "You think this is big, wait until you get my cock, you'll be given a new definition of the word 'big'." He confidently said as he thrust his fingers into you faster. You panted as your hips lightly rolled on his fingers.

'They're so thick. But I need more... I want more.' You thought. He suddenly pulled his fingers out and you whined at the loss of them. He chuckled. "Don't whine baby, I'm gonna make you feel amazing soon. I promise." He said as he grabbed his cock in his hand covered in your fluids. He groaned as he pumped himself a few times, smearing your essence on himself. He grabbed the back of your legs, as he pushed them down onto you. Whined at the pressure, as your back curved. "Stay." He ordered, as he rubbed the head of his cock over your dripping entrance. You whined in anticipation, but you were denied as he trailed the head of his cock up the crack of your plush thighs. "So soft." He said.

He pushed the head of his cock into the crack and he groaned as he pulled back. He did that a few times, teasing himself as he only entered the tip of his cock in the plushness of your thighs before he'd pull out. His tip would graze your cunt and you'd twitch from the feeling. He was so close to your clit, yet he never pushed in far enough to touch it. You whined in frustration. "Fushiguro!" You whined his name. He looked down at you in question. "What is it, baby? You want me to stop teasing this pretty little cunt?" He asked in a teasing tone.

You nodded your head with a pout and he smirked. "I honestly shouldn't tease you. You've been such a good girl." He said, as he pushed his cock in further, the head of his cock finally grazing your clit. "NNNUH!!" You moaned, as your clit spasmed from the stimulation. Your thighs clenched and Toji hissed. He pulled his cock back out to the tip before he shoved himself back in fully into your plushness. The underside of his long cock grazed your clit and you moaned from the friction. His gaze narrowed and his teasing stopped as he began to fuck your thighs. His pace was rough and fast as he thrusts. His balls slapped your lips making your pussy clench, and his cock dragged over your clit making you squirm.

He thrust his cock in between your thighs, and your body rocked back and forth from his powerful hips. 'Nobody, ever fucked my thighs before... I love it.' You thought in a daze as your core tightened. "I-Im going to... cum." You moaned out as the cord within you became tighter and tighter. 'Yes, yes yes.' You thought, excited to reach your end. But he suddenly stopped. You blinked a few times before you swallowed thickly. "W-why'd you stop?" You said in a light voice as you slowly came down from your daze. He didn't say anything, as he spread your legs open. Your arms have fallen to your side long ago in the midst of your pleasure.

He stared down at you with a predatory gaze. Your pussy throbbed at the sight as fear slowly crept up your neck. You looked down between your legs and your eyes widen. "So big." You whispered as you saw his cock. He was thick, and veiny, he was decently long with a slight curve. You could see a vein throb on the side and you gulped. You wanted to choke on it. He grabbed himself in his palm and you gulped. His hand was perfect for it. Big, strong, wide hands that engulfed his own cock with a few strokes before he moved the head down to your dripping entrance.

You pulled yourself from your daze at his movement and you pressed your hands against his chest. "Wait!! It's not going to fit." You said, fear laced in your voice. Yet your pussy throbbed at the thought of him wrecking you with it. He stared at you with an unreadable stare before he smirked. "Don't worry, I'm gonna make sure I fit." He said with a sadistic smile. Your breath hitched at his words and you moved to speak once more, but he suddenly forced his cock into you. Your head snapped back as your back arched. Your toes curled and your hands fisted into the sheets.

"NNNUUH AHH!" You practically screamed as he slowly yet meanly, forced his cock into you. Your eyes rolled back as your cunt stretched deliciously around his cock. "So-sooo big. I can't." You spoke, your words coming out slurred as you were lost in the feeling. He chuckled at you, as his hand came up and he grabbed a fist full of your hair. He pulled, making your head come up as he smirked down at your dick-drunken face. "Look at you, dick drunk, and I haven't even started yet." He teased as he laid your head back down, his hand trailing down your body, pulling your kimono down as he did revealing your breasts.

"Your nipples are hard and I haven't even touched them yet." He said as he pinched one of your nipples. You gave a broken moan as you weakly arched your back. "Dick drunk from my dick." He said, as a possessive gleam come into his gaze. "You're only able to be drunk off of my dick alone. You're mine, and mine alone." He said, as he moved to grab your waist with his hands. "You're my fucking whore. Only I'm allowed to fuck you like this." He said as he began to thrust. You moaned loudly he did, his words barely registering in your mind as he did so. They were foreign to you, yet you understood them. "You hear me, you fucking slut. Only I'm allowed to own you like this. Make your dick drunk, make you moan like this. Only me." He said.

Your body rocked and your breasts bounced almost painfully but you craved it. You craved him. He grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks in his hand as he made you look up at him. "Say it, tell me that you're mine, and only mine alone." He said as he stared down at you. His cock constantly thrusts into you, hitting places that have never been hit before. "I-...I'm yours. I belong to you, and only you... Toji." You moaned out. He gave a victoriously vicious grin as he leaned down toward you. "That's right... You're Toji's whore." He said, as he pried your jaw open with his thumb. "Forever." He said, as he spat into your mouth.

[zahri-melitor]

I've been thinking about War of the Robins, aka 'Damian challenges the other Robins to prove he's the Best Robin' storyline from Batman and Robin 2011, and what I think worked about it in terms of characterisation. (look I'm reading New 52, you get to hear lots of my ten plus years out of date thoughts about New 52, enjoy)

Because look, I think it was successful in presenting how desperate for approval and validation Damian is, but it also feeds into the narrative you can see percolating during this time that Damian can't cope with just being one of the family, he has to be the best, have the most love and approval, have physical demonstrations of his superiority, because he's grown up understanding being one of the group to be a death sentence. (Dick has to be his Batman, and Damian Dick's Robin, he needs the writers giving him reassurance that they were 'the best' right before he dies, the new timeline cuts off any other occasions Dick was Batman, Damian gets given extra pets right before he dies as a sop for his death, etc etc)

Which is believable characterisation for Damian! It is understandable given the background they're building for him! But also sharply aggravating because nobody has ever accused fans of being reasonable and this just digs people into being more deeply opposed to the character their favourite is in conflict with.

So he 'challenges' Tim and Jason 'at something you feel unbeatable at' in a way that sharply exploits emotions they're sensitive about.

Damian...shows Tim a video of Tim considering killing and pulling back, and implies that that makes Tim a killer just like Damian and "they're the same". Now I think this one is actually pretty weak - while yes it's exploiting a point Tim's sensitive over (and in our world has dealt with twice in the calendar year prior to this story), it's also something Tim's pretty solid on; Tim knows he's not a killer and will pull back, while he's seen Damian kill. I also think that a Damian who's working to be a better person would not refer to the Spook situation as "a bit rambunctious", rather than it being something he regrets and tries to grow from. It does amuse me that Tim gets to smash Damian into Jason's trophy case however this time for the parallel, though being the one who breaks the case generally is framed to make you the one 'in the wrong' in the confrontation. Also as far as I can tell Damian never takes a physical trophy from this fight, which sort of ruins your whole premise, Damian. NB: I see Damian has Tim's bo in his room later, but Tim clearly ended the fight holding it and then left. There's definitely an art issue here.

Jason's fight is even more exploitation of a known weakness. Jason's got every right to be touchy about someone threatening him with a crowbar. Also I really really dislike that Damian's just freely admitting to the time he locked himself in with the Joker to beat him up at GCPD, because honestly that bit of story and its timing has always seemed to contradict the 'he's getting better' narrative that Dick maintains during Reborn. And again the whole conversation is "we're so alike but nobody loves you". At least this time Damian clearly takes his trophy (which is a helmet, which is still displayed in Damian's room during scenes there in the B&R Requiem issue).

Dick showing up at the end to explain to Damian that he doesn't need to try so hard prove his worth and just handing over an escrima stick - look it's sweet and it does impart the moral that Damian needed to learn over this whole situation. But also it does not really help, as it's just deepened the family fault-lines between Dick & Damian as a pair and *sigh* Jason & Tim.

The other thing I get out of it is whether it's just bravado or not, Damian's a lot more comfortable with his childhood violence continuing to come out rather than working to fit the rules of what makes a Robin and a superhero than people want to say he is. Yes, he needs unconditional love and support to grow and learn, and Dick's being used to provide that. But it's also occasion 3000 when I'm sitting here going "is anyone ever going to give Damian actual boundaries and enforce them when he tests them?" because he's once again well outside what is expected. Bruce tries at the start to defuse the argument, and Dick tries at the end to explain why Damian didn't need to do this, he's already won, but I do wonder how much of it sunk in.

[lutawolf]

Never Let Me Go D/s breakdowns Ep 6

We see a very confident Palm. He's watching everybody and everything, while making sure to be a backbone for Nueng. Palm tells Nueng that he can lean on him, but Nueng is pissed. We see it in that jerk of putting his seat down. Honestly, don't blame him. That's why you don't see Palm happy when Nueng does lean on him. Palm knows he wouldn't be if he were awake and aware.

Nobody thought about the sea sickness. Lawd really. At least he knows how to rub a back and hand over water. Palm's daddy apparently wasn't all prepared.

Palm's mom, goodness. What's my opinion on the mom? I don't know. I don't have enough information to judge. As a parent, there is nothing on this earth short of death that would separate me from my kids. They are the loves of my life. That said, I don't know the situation. Some people aren't made to be parents or want to be parents. Maybe she was pressured by both her parents and Palm's dad to have a kid that she hadn't planned on. She gave birth, realized she was a shitty parent and walked rather than do him harm. I'd rather someone walk then give out abuse. Like Palm's dad does. She stayed in contact with Palm's dad, so it wasn't just like she went, fuck you all. There is more to this. I refuse to judge when I don't know the situation.

We're seeing a more confident Palm. Not a Dom, but more confident for sure. Trying to reassure Nueng. "Will you tell your mom about our relationship?" And quick as a whip, Palm replies, "What is our relationship?" 🤣🤣🤣 "Will you tell your mom that you are working for my family?" Not the response Palm wanted. "I don’t think that is necessary. We can act like we are friends when we are with her." "It’s up to you. You are the one who always has plans." Ohh, that was sarcasm if I ever heard it, lol.

The boyfriends are so fucking cute!! Love it! Notice that Palm doesn't mind being called a fool at all. "Turn around and talk to me." What does Palm do? Does he tell his ass to go to be? Nope. He immediately turns around without question. "Why did you kiss me?" "I saw that you were feeling sad. I wanted to make you feel better." Fuck Palm, did you really tell him the kiss was part of your job. "You kissed me because it was a part of your job." Damn, that would be painful to think. "Next time, if you want to make me feel better, you don’t have to go that far. You can just act funny or play a joke. You don’t need to kiss me. A kiss is a special thing. It’s meaningful." Fair. Palm over here like, trust me, it was meaningful.

Palm is giving me, I'm going to go fast on this bike, so you have to hold me vibes. It's that devilish smile of his. Oh wow, he didn't. Aww, Nueng bought him the toy. Oh, shit! Don't eat the spicy food. I love spicy food, but hell no to that spicy food.

Palm adored Noey feeding him. Then getting commanded to tell Tam. Which Palm immediately did. So cute. I relate to eating spicy food so much. I love it, but it kills me. Crawfish all day, but man do my lips and hand pay for it.

Lady, you got no right being nosy. Mind ya business. "To repay the gratitude, how could he put the life of his only son in danger?" She is not wrong, though. I think at this point, every adult in the building is not fond of Pond's dad.

This moment is so fucking cute. OMG. You killing me softly with those adorable smiles. Also, I'm trying to use less slang when writing and yo it's so fucking tough. Like in comfort writing, I slang like I'm talking to family. I found that some of you don't understand me, though. My bad.

"He is asking for praise, you guys. That is a subby sub all the way. I try to be liberal with my praising, but you bet your ass if a sub is comfortable with you, they'll ask for more. But Nueng doesn't give it to him. I love it! We're getting some brat vibes from Palm. Loving that as well. "Just having me here with you, I think it is special enough. Mr. Nuengdiao Kiattrakulmaytee, the great, you are so hard to please." "Are you done talking? How dare you tease me? I’ll push you off the cliff." "Okay, Young Master."

All the hand holding! So cute! Until he doesn't take his hand. Palm doesn't get it. He isn't understanding that Nueng doesn't want to be a job.

"I will protect and take good care of it." "Then who is allowed to come here?" "Someone I want to spend time in this beautiful place with. I want this place to be like the bridge of magpies that brought the cowherd and the weaver girl back together. Although they could meet only once a year, Their love made this place a very special place." "You are quite a romantic person." "There is much more of me that you’ve never seen. I only show you what I want you to see." "What you chose to show me is your good side, isn’t it? Because that is the only side of you that I see"

Lots of foreshadowing again. Then some lying by Palm and then Palm being a dumbass and once again telling Nueng it's for the job.

I just… I can't even.

[hyenahunt]

Saga: Epilogue - 1

Writer: Akira

Season: Winter

Characters: Jin, Jun

Proofreading: 310mc (JP) & hyenahunt (ENG)

Translation: kotofucius

Jin: I’d risen from my grave by mistake, but you've struck me dead once more.

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Location: Reverse Live Stage

Jin: “♪~♪~♪”

Jun: “~…♪”

(GODDAMN! This is so freakin' hard! I’m going at full throttle to kick Sagami Jin's ass, y’know~!?)

(I’m baring my fangs and howling at him, with every intent to strike him dead!)

(But thanks to that damn video that just played, the audience just sees me as some kinda huge starstruck fan of his…)

(And every time I lunge at him, they just start squealing!)

(I can hear 'em now… “Oh, he loves him so much!” “He looks so happy getting to sing with his idol!” “Congrats on your dream coming true!”)

(Couldja not look so fondly at a scene like this~!? I mean, c'mon!)

(Damn it all! Well yeah, my dream did come true, but it's a world away from what you guys think it is!)

(So don’t look at me like that, I'm begging ya~ Why the hell did things turn out like this!?)

Jin: …Sacchan. You’ve gotta focus~ Both your singing and dancing aren't looking too hot. You doing okay? Getting tired?

Jun: 'Scuse me? “Sacchan”? Don'tcha go acting like we're friends, Sagami Jin!

Jin: Well, you’re always calling me by my full name too… And that feels so dead-serious that it's kinda scary…

I’d be a lil' more comfortable if you could ease up and just call me something like Jin-san.

Jun: Haha! Well, if it bothers you so much then I’m just gonna keep calling you Sagami Jin~!

So if you’re giving me an annoying nickname in return just to get back at me, I guess I can't really complain, huh~?

Jin: Hmm, not quite… Calling you Sazanami just makes me think of your dad, see.

And since our names are kinda similar, saying your first name feels like saying my own… so I thought I'd try a nickname.

Jun: Seriously? We’re nowhere close enough to be using nicknames! You better keep in mind that video was edited and nowhere near close to reality!

So if you'd kindly not confuse the two then I'd really appreciate it! You’ve always been and always will be my most resented foe, got that~!?

Jin: I do get it. It's only natural that you hate me — It's what I deserve considering all the people I trampled over just to climb to the top.

Among them were parents who had mouths to feed, along with innocent people who had done nothing wrong… Really, I always knew a day like this would come.

That's why I chose to run away back then, disgusted with the yakuza-like business I was doing.

Jun: ……

Jin: Y’know, Sacchan… I’m kinda confused, too. I thought that even if you were to hit me or kill me, I had no right to protest.

Jin: But take a look. When I actually surrender to fate and face you, our audience cheers in delight.

And it's not 'cause they’re thirsting for violence, no. Nobody wishes to see that.

And well, showing people things they don’t want to see — Is that really what an idol does?

I don’t think it is. No… in fact, that's what my kids taught me. I’m supposed to be the teacher, but I just keep learning new things from them.

I wish I could’ve learned all this much, much sooner. That’s why I’m passing it down to you, while you still have your whole life ahead of you.

'Course, I know it's nowhere near enough to make up for all the pain I caused you and your dad…

Jun: ……

Jin: …That video… truly opened my eyes. It made me really understand the atrocity of the things I’d done.

And what I'd done… was destroy a family and ruin a child’s life.

Join us for Project-Saga, the revival of legendary idols, they said… I let myself get taken in by such a drunken plan, see…

Even I ended up giving in to the fun, and I let it guide me here as if it were all a nice little dream.

But of course, that wasn’t right. You reminded me that I no longer deserve to be an idol.

Jin: I’d risen from my grave by mistake, but you've struck me dead once more.

Won’t you make do with that? If I’m such a condemnable eyesore in your eyes, then I’ll disappear for you. If you want me to beg for forgiveness, then I’ll beg 'til you’re satisfied.

Even if I offered up my life, I still can’t possibly make up for the peaceful family and happy childhood I stole from you.

But it’s all I have, so I’ll offer it all up to you.

So just… Don’t lay a finger on my students. They’re innocent.

No — I'd like you to also forget your hatred and live on happily, with a smile. What must I do for that?

I may be a teacher, but I don't know a thing, so won't you teach me…? What must I do to atone?

Jun: …What must you do, huh?

Haha. Honestly, I’m already plenty satisfied, just from getting to see that look on your face and hearing you say those words.

Hell, from that very moment in SS when you were the one rooting for me from the audience —

You could say that already helped to save me.

Nah, actually… Being found and taken in by Ohii-san…

And becoming an idol great enough to stand on the same stage as you…

That must’ve already been all that I needed. For a wild stray that had lived by scavenging carrion to survive, it's plenty more than enough of a reward… You could say it was my salvation.

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[the-firebird69]

It's a couple more things going on I think Trump imitated Tommy F no how many F was rather rude and arrogant with our son doesn't get it and yeah we can't explain it except for what happens and he doesn't look at that that way. His life is a mess it's always been a disaster and the Mac proper made it that way to hide. We know about the back proper and what they're doing and we are taking measures but in a serious note we do understand the timing has to be quick and he has to go through characters like crap through a goose. He doesn't want Mac as president he's going to get his ass kicked by both empires he believes that he's probably right. So he wants to work on Camilla and she is considered to be a weak link already because it's a woman and they don't want one as president I guess.

--there's other things going on but this is important and it is pertinent right now and we have to make a point that we are going to be under the gun quite frequently trumps are going to be getting hit and it's up to us to start working now and to do the job and we have to begin it's very important. We do think that Dennis doucette gets harmed and is out sometime real soon we think it would be tomorrow or the day after and that the funeral will be not too long after only days and ordering an evike now would be kind of risky I think it's going to hold off a little and it's not dumb. And we have other things to talk about they're important

--along with Dennis doucette and it's possible to Mars his possible demise his relatives are wondering what is the status of Dolores and what happened with her and my son has a simple answer I went into this group facility for some reason and haven't talked to her so they are upset about it and saying things I'm kind of saying it out of turn. And was thinking if the Camilla thing happens first they're probably not going to mention it that's how it goes and it's actually important because they will disagree with Ken and if it happens with Camilla they'll see who it is and it's a whole different story regarding our son's life and how things go and how is treated and he will get assistance and yeah the wind is blowing it's like a steady 10 mph it's fast enough it comes from the East Coast and the oxygen has been welling for a few days and finally it's getting here and he is sensing it a little his eyes and ears are affected directly and he is getting discharged from there and it is good he says it's helping a couple other things we know your style is rough you're very mean to each other and we reserve a right to protect our son and daughter if nothing but helpful and we are going ahead with that that being said this is going to be a rough. And with Camilla there and Mom not I'm Camila is less out to resist but no she needs the other half that Dolores has and will not allow Dolores to be declared deceased and that's going on so back to Dennis doucette and Paul Uncle Paul hates him and he hates the other idiots who would sit there and try and say dumb s*** about his mom and her son will just tell him she did it again and I didn't want her to wasn't really doing anything anyways. And they know what happened to her and she died they think and he would say that's a really not good and I didn't know about that and nobody told me and they'll be a surprised and he'll say it was all in her side just saying horrible things and left town and didn't tell me and apparently got sick that could have told her there's no air in Utah it's all exhaust but she thought she would have freedom in a good time with John and Ellie and so forth and he feels awful and it's awful and terrible news and he would say it's terrible news about Dennis and Paul is that was not say anything about a will but he would say we're going to put you up and put them to feed you and stuff and pick you up and so forth my son really needs that kind of family treatment and he is having a hard time but the constantly giving him s*** and he's going to say it look I'm not doing good and I should be even in this time we're practically known as because I have skills but nobody can afford it apparently meaning it is tough to replace someone who is very good at it and I'm very good at what i do and he is. There's a few reasons why they don't like it but what he says is it's right where it should be in the tech triangle and it was hard to do. But that's what it is so yeah she knows what the saying stuff but really it's kind of true that's all not hard speaking the truth and they'll probably ask him and yeah Dennis has money and Paul might tell him about it because he's trying to get him money and it's never working so that might happen pretty soon really soon and in just days but really cocaine bear has to happen first it might push it out to November because there's a different date for Trump but then again you go back to the fact he's trying to weaken them and take the characters down at the end of November it's December and then part of January and it's over so yeah he's got that in mind and mid November makes sense so we're going to help our son and we are going to get to things today

Thor Freya

Olympus

There's a ruckus here no but it's a nuisance what's happening all the time and we don't like it and it's not really healthy for people here my husband and I don't like watching what happens but he is getting some sun and he's getting air and it's needed I'm very much needed and he's going to try and move he's getting too hot and I'm helping

Hera

[dearest-lulu]

August 17th 2024: Senseless ramblings

Dearest Lulu, I had a terrible sleep last night. You were there if only for a moment to remind me of who I was before the sky fell. In my dream, I ate food I knew I was allergic to while saying "it hasn't killed me yet" Low and behold, in my dream, I was suddenly unable to breathe and needed the hospital. Nobody was able to help me and i had to drive myself, but because I would be gone for a long time I had to feed you first. We were all out of food and the only one I could find was half eaten and full of your discarded medication. Other things happened that had me wrenched from sleep all too often. I'm sure it had to do with what I'm facing.

I'm facing difficult decisions, and I'm not sure I'm 100% happy with the route I've chosen. Money is tight, not like it was when you were alive. It constricts now, leaving me bound in a heap I can't break free from. I have the Van we lived in, free of rent. Our back yard was the comfort of nature and it was so good. The memories in that thing bring me such life. but it costs so much just to keep, let alone maintain. I have also the Motorcycle. You had far less interaction with the old thing, but it still means a lot to me. Keeping both of these without a garage is challenging. The bike is getting damaged by sitting and the car sits in disrepair. Just owning them costs enough money that this month we're rationing until I get paid next week. I've been trying to sell the bike, and it hurts. I know there will be other bikes. but like you, there will be other dogs but none as special. That bike represents an action I took all on my own as proof of my independence and need for adventure. with my challenges in my relationship, feeling trapped and isolated. I think saying good bye to that bike feels like I'm giving up on myself. It feels like the wrong move, and one I'm making considering not just me but my partner as well. 2023 saw the exodus of Family, friends, you, financial stability, and independence. I'm stuck grieving all of that and I just can't let go of the last remaining shreds of that life. I don't want another life. Not if it means feeling like this forever. My mother gave up her identity when she met a man who was loyal. but as much as he would never cheat on her, he was equally horrible. Jealous, abusive, destructive, angry. You remember him, you tried to fight him often. He gave up nothing, all he did was freeload and take from her and my future I worry that I'm doing just what she did by giving up the bike. By staying with a man that I'm not sure about, simply because he says he loves me. I bleed money like I've never done before in my life. Maybe its because I'm not making enough or maybe I'm being used, I don't know. I was a blank canvas after your departure, it was arguably the worst time to get into a relationship. Then shortly after that my friends and family left too. He's all I have other than myself, and there's not much of me to speak of. I suppose on some level I'm building my life around him as I had with you. I don't know how to function any other way. I don't know how to build my life around myself, not with a partner. I can't do what I need to, let alone what I want. My freedom feels choked out. I miss you so much. You made me brave, and it was rewarded. I guess on some level I don't believe I deserve as much as you did. I need the strength to fight for the life I want to live, energy, love. Right now, it feels like it all has to come from me. because I'll be honest I've never felt so alone. This isn't a positive one I'm afraid. but that's just life

[theflowerrooms]

Ice ❁ part one

Pt. 2 here !!

Smut

Spencer x fem!reader

Summary: you were purposely a brat to your owner, Dr. Spencer Reid all day at work and he gave you similar treatment when you got home, teasing the brat out of you.

Warnings: smut, very slight canon divergence (explicit warnings below the cut)

Requests are welcome and appreciated

Word count: 3.2k

Word count: 3.2k

  "Texting Reid again?" Morgan teased you. He was right, you were texting Spencer, you had been all day. You were on a case in North Dakota, someone had been killing people and freezing their bodies for preservation. Weird stuff.

  Everyone had different tasks, you, Morgan,  and Rossi, sent to talk to family members and listen to them cry over their dead people until they finally gave you information that was 50% useless.

  You were cranky all day. Somewhat because Hotch ordered you to take the lead, introduce yourselves, ask all of the routine questions. This was because you were extremely awkward, much like your boyfriend. It was something you both needed to work on, and Hotch decided exposure therapy would work best.

  The entire day was filled with "Hello Mr. and Mrs. whatever, I'm Agent y/l/n, this is Agent Morgan and Agent Rossi, we'd like to ask you some questions about [insert dead relative]", it was beyond annoying. And just as bad as that was Derek praising you teasingly and Rossi going "see? It wasn't that tough", Every. Single. Time.

  The main reason you were pissed off beyond repair, you hadn't gotten off in two weeks. Mostly because of work. You and Spencer were constantly working, and when you weren't both at the BAU, Spencer had to give a lecture, or you had some errand to run because nobody was home for more than 3 hours and stuff needs to be cleaned and food needs to be bought and someone has to feed Spencer's fish and clean it's tank because for someone with an eidic memory, Spencer "forgets" about the fish way too much.

  That being said, you were orgasmless. For two entire weeks. You were supposed to have this weekend off, and you were hoping to get some good alone time with Spencer. But for some annoying reason, serial killers never considered your sex life.

  So yes, you were texting Spencer. A list of all the things you desperately wanted, needed him to do to you. You made sure you didn't add any begging, you hadn't intended on being well behaved. You'd hoped if you're bratty enough, Spencer's desire to punish and destroy you would over power his desire to sleep when you got home.

‘You're really pushing it Y/n.’ His text read.

  You smirked to yourself, and looked up at Derek and Rossi in the front of the FBI van you were driving. "Are we headed back to the precinct?", you asked hoping to see Spencer soon.

  "Actually I think we should stop for some mocha on the way", Rossi looked out his window, it wasn't a suggestion, Derek turned as a traffic light turned green, in the direction of the coffee store. 

  You sunk into yourself hiding your phone from Derek and Rossi, it's not like they could see it anyway but the idea of Derek finding out the stuff you and Reid were into, it was petrifying.

  ‘Am I doctor? Am I pushing it? I sure hope so. I want to make you mad sir, I want you to use me and hurt me. I'm so wet for you Spencer it hurts.’

  You chewed on your lip as you pulled into the parking lot of the coffee place.

"Drive through is crazy", you heard Derek complain, getting out of the car, nodding at you to get out with him to help with coffee.

  The line was just as long inside and you and Derek both groaned audibly. You checked your phone again, praying you had a response from Spencer.

  ‘Call me. Now.’

  You quickly excused yourself to the single use bathroom and locked the door behind you, tapping Spencer's contact and calling him immediately.

  "You slut. We're meant to be working and you're sending me messages desperate for my cock? Truly Y/n you're pathetic-"

  You cut Spencer off with a whine, bunching up your skirt and rubbing your clit through your panties. You had no intention of getting off right now, your plan was simply to dig a deeper hole with Spencer and your plan was working.

  Spencer didn't respond for a moment, just listening to you and your hushed whimpers of his name.

  "Can't even ask for fucking permission huh?", Spencer tsked, you just whimpered at his words and rubbed faster, waiting for Spencer to get mad, to tell you to stop.

  "Does that feel good whore? Touching your slutty body without being told to do so?", Spencer's voice sent a surge of energy through your body and you whimpered in response to his words.

"Answer me", he ordered, you weren't thinking properly enough to disobey, but that's alright, you had all day to tease him.

"Yes sir, feels so good", you whined, you pushed your panties to the side to have more direct pleasure.

"Good, stop", Spencer ordered, you listened, and whined. "You don't get to feel good without my permission." He tsked and you pouted as if he could see you through the phone. "Apologize princess."

"I'm sorry for touching your property without permission sir", you apologized, fixing your panties as well as your skirt, spinning in the mirror to make sure you didn't look too disheveled.

"Thank you, I love you", Spencer hummed on his side of the phone, you smiled and blushed, you did every time he told you he loved you.

"I love you too Spence, we'll be at the precinct soon, just grabbing coffee", you explained to Spencer as you unlocked the bathroom door and opened it.

"Tell Derek to drive safe, can't have him putting you in danger my love", your heart fluttered.

"Will do Spencer, see you soon", you smiled to yourself and left the bathroom, peering toward the counter for Derek, who was waiting for the order.

You made your way to him and rose an eyebrow at the lack of coffee in his hands.

"They're packed as hell, at this rate there's gonna be twenty new victims before we get a sip of coffee", he sighed rolling his head back.

You rolled your eyes at him and walked to the counter as they called Derek's name during his dramatics.

"Come on drama queen, besides, the killer only picks up a new victim every 8 days right?", you smiled and walked toward the door with him striding in your path.

You got in the car and handed a coffee to Rossi, Derek already had his. You stared out the window, wishing Spencer were with you. You knew you'd see him soon enough but you just missed him so bad.

Finally you pulled into the precinct parking lot. Derek opened the car door for you to get out since you were holding the coffees and you speed walked into the building, looking for Spencer immediately.

You handed the coffees to Jj who smiled as thanks, you took Spencer's coffee from her and she nodded toward an office where Spencer was, you smiled at her and headed toward that office, knocking gently on the door.

Spencer jumped a bit but smiled huge when he saw you, his smile got even bigger when he saw the coffees in your hands.

You handed his coffee to him and closed the door behind you as you stepped further into the office.

"I missed you", you whispered as you hugged him, resting your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"I missed you my love. Did you get any important information?", Spencer rubbed your back gently, you relaxed into him.

"Sort of. There are no connections between any victim aside from the fact that two told their families they were going to get groceries. We've confirmed the theory that the unsub is picking them at random, we got their schedules and Morgan is going over it with Garcia now", you looked up at Spencer, he didn't look back at you, you knew he was fitting in the new information with the old, analyzing it mentally.

"Garcia's here also. She flew in with Cruz and Will", Spencer told you, you rose an eyebrow.

"Why's Will here?", You questioned, it made some sense because he's a police officer, but you couldn't understand how he was connected to this case outside of Jj working on it.

"He's a friend of the sheriff's. We'll have to double up on planes heading back.", he stroked your hair. You hated doubling up, you always got stuck with Derek and Rossi snoring in perfect unison, and you didn't get the extra time with Spencer. It wasn't like it was a very long flight, but still irritating none the less.

You got an idea.

"I need you to feel something", you said to Spencer in a hushed tone, he pulled back from you and furrowed his brow in confusion.

You gently took his hand and pulled up your skirt, placing his fingers against your heat so he could feel how wet your panties had gotten since earlier.

Spencer's eyes darkened and his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat, his lips fell open as he added pressure to get a better feel of just how wet you were.

  A small smirk fell on his face as you failed to stifle a whimper at the pressure, and you blushed when Spencer leaned down to you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck and giving you a gentle kiss.

  His breath teased your skin and you bit down on your lip to stop any noise from slipping past your lips.

  "You better get back to work slut, don't want to be all hot and bothered delivering the profile", Spencer spoke against your skin and pulled his head back smiling at you.

  You pouted at him and he leaned forward to kiss your forehead but you stopped him, your eyes widening.

  "I'm giving the profile? I thought it was Derek, since when is it gonna be me?", your face was burning hot, you weren't prepared to talk to so many people at once.

  "Since now my angel", Spencer pouted at you. "I told Hotch I thought it would be very helpful for you. I suppose you should reconsider calling me and touching yourself in a dirty public restroom like a whore next time", Spencer stroked your hair in mock sympathy.

  You rolled your eyes and stood up on your tip toes to kiss your boyfriend before leaving the office and walking toward Derek.

  "You ready short stuff?", Derek smirked and handed you the files before you both walked to the briefing room. You'd make a mental note to thank Derek afterward for not bullying you.

"Hello everyone I'm Agent Y/n Y/l/n", you introduced yourself and began briefing the officers on the less important information, leading up to the more pressing information.

  Your eyes met Spencer's, he stood in the back of the room, burning holes through your head with his eyes.

  You hid a smirk and unbuttoned your jacket, continuing to talk about the unsub. Nobody payed attention to the action except for Spencer, you watched his eyes scan your body, your tight blouse hugging your breast and waist, your pencil skirt framing your hips and thighs perfectly. Spencer's eyes trailed down your legs and you watched him move his bag over his crotch where you assumed a hard on was forming.

  "We're looking for a man in his mid to late thirty's, he picks his victims from a public area that we believe to be a grocery store in this area. This guy is a coward, he's more dangerous to himself than he is to us, we're very sure that if he's armed, he will shoot himself before one of us.", you said.

  You looked back to Spencer and noticed he wasn't looking at you anymore, he was glaring at a police officer a few feet from him, the police officers eyes were trained on your breasts.

  Your heart fluttered at Spencer being jealous, when the police officer realized you saw him looking his face burned red and you smiled at him to let him know you weren't mad. That smile however had him smirking at you, and Spencer's eyes narrowing further. If looks could kill Spencer would get arrested before the unsub.

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  "You did a great job y/n", Spencer pressed his lips in a line. You knew he was pissed due to the small interaction with the officer, but his need to support and praise you overpowered his frustration.

  You became unsure of how long that would last however, when the officer came to you both.

    "Hey! Agent y/l/n, right? I'm Officer Monahan. I'd really appreciate it if we could maybe go for lunch and you could go over the profile with me again", Officer Monahan bit his lip and smiled.

  You smiled back, trying not to grimace. "I'd like to, but I actually plan to spend lunch with Agent Reid-"

  "It's Dr. Reid", Spencer cut you off and corrected you.

  You honestly hadn't meant to call him Agent. You'd spent the day with Rossi and Morgan, introducing yourselves and referring to eachother as Agents. However, a little bit of disrespect could go a long way in terms of Spencer ruining you.

  "Doctor is it? My apologies Mr. Reid", you smiled coyly at Spencer. His face grew a nearly invisible blush and his brows furrowed at you.

  Spencer turned to the officer, "Actually Officer Monagan-"

  "It's Monahan", the officer corrected.

  Spencer held your wrist tight, potentially bruising it, but the idea of a bruise being left had you heating up slightly between your thighs. Spencer pulled you into a bathroom and locked the door behind you both and slapped your face.

  "What was that? You disrespected me in front of him", Spencer spat, internally admiring the red mark that grew on your face.

  "I'm sorry Spencer", you looked up at Spencer, wide eyed, feigning innocence.

  He pushed you against the wall and used his body to hold yours in place. "Sorry, who?".

  "I'm sorry Doctor", you whimpered and Spencer brought his hand to your throat, squeezing gently.

  "Say it again. Who am I?" Spencer kicked your legs apart.

  "Doctor"

  Spencer brought his thigh between your legs, pressing against your cunt, "again".

  "Doctor"

  Your breath caught in your throat when Spencer moved his hand to cup your face and began to mouth at your neck, he pressed his leg up further and used his free hand to press your hips down.  "Again"

  "Doctor", you whimpered rolling your head back to give Spencer more room, you felt his hand glide down your neck and slide into your jacket, cupping your breast through your blouse.

"Again", his voice was hot against your neck, sucking lightly, teasing you with the idea of a mark, knowing he wouldn't give you any hickeys at work.

  "Doctor"

  He pulled off of you, "Next time don't fucking forget it", he spoke in a low tone, his absence of touch had you whimpering for more and he only sort of caved, leaning in to give you a kiss of reassurance. "I was really mean to him", Spencer's cute, usual, awkward voice was back.

  "I think it was really attractive", you held Spencer's hand and rubbed it gently.

"It was so scary", Spencer half laughed and it warmed your heart. You smiled and leaned in to kiss him. He smiled against your lips.

  You hummed and leaned into his touch. "I'm perfectly okay my love", you smiled and he raised a brow.

"Really? Cause I think you're pretty weird.", he laughed and cupped your face giving you a chaste kiss.

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The unsub had been caught, thankfully prior to capturing or killing his next victim. You all were finally able to fly home, and you each were granted a day off of work to make up for the two you had to spend in North Dakota.

You'd lucked out also in plane arrangements. Derek decided to fly with Garcia, so Spencer elected to go with Rossi and you.

Rossi had also moved to the opposite side of the jet after he watched Spencer kiss your cheek. It had him groaning in fake disgust at the "pda".

The gentle hum of the jet soothed you as well as the even pace of Spencer's heartbeat while you rested your head on his shoulder.

Your arm was under his, you didn't hold hands, but he stroked the skin of your arm with the back of your fingernails.

You scanned the rest of the plane with your eyes, you couldn't even see Rossi from where you were, you could only hear his snores.

You let your hand fall to Spencer's lap, resting it on his thigh, you listened to him quietly clear his throat, you weren't sure if that was reaction to your hand on his thigh, but it encouraged you to go further, if he asked you to stop, you would, no questions.

You moved your head to kiss Spencer's neck, 'accidentally' inching your hand up his thigh, however spencer wasn't naive.

You watched as his cock perked up, he wasn't hard by any means but you'd definitely gotten his body's attention.

He pushed out a breath when you cupped his cock through his pants, you could feel the slowly growing erection through his dress pants, and you hid a smirk as you kissed his neck.

Your fingers found his zipper and began to unzip his pants but stopped when he forcefully pushed you back against the seat of the jet, hand wrapped tightly around your throat. "Keep your hands to yourself, stupid fucking whore".

"Yes Doctor", you faked obedience, removing your hand from Spencer's body and placing it on your skirt, pulling it up to expose your wet panties.

You bit your lip when Spencer let out a very quiet groan, his lips parting slightly and his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip while he watched you push your panties to the side and slowly rub your clit.

"Put your hands to your sides right now. You do not get to touch what's mine without permission", Spencer's hand tightened around your throat, only edging you on further.

"But it feels so good Doctor I can't stop", you whimpered, making direct eye contact with him as you rubbed faster at your clit.

Spencer groaned and tightened his grip, revelling in the choked whimper that escaped your lips.

"This is your last chance, if you decide to behave, I may let you cum tonight", Spencer negotiated, dominance and lust dripping from each word.

With the promise of sex that night, you placed your hands at your sides, it wouldn't kill you to behave for the next few hours.

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[deviltoys]

— ‘𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗼𝘆.’

sakusa kiyoomi x top!male reader. (wc; 1.7k)

#a/n: lolol self-indulgent sakusa fic because i wanna breed him so bad. this is painfully horrible and short but hopefully enough to feed everyone for the time being!

warnings. NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI, blindfold, overstimulation, breeding k., frat!au, gangbang, dubcon turned con, belly bulge, cum inflation, no aftercare, manipulation, sex slavery, implied somnophila.

joining the most prominent fraternity on campus was the last thing on his mind. sakusa struggled immensly when it came to social interaction, he even took extra precautions to avoid having to exchange any dialogue between peers. especially a bunch of guild boys who could barely keep their heads attached to their shoulders; but atsumu had somehow convinced him to give it a shot.

according to the miya twin, he needed to push past this boundaries and explore his comfort threshold a little more. the perfect place to do just that? a frat house. who's more loud and rowdy than a couple of douchebag adults trying to assert their alpha-ness by hosting a copious amount of house parties.

as much as he beseeched and argued against it, the frat scene had him hook, line and sinker. and soon, the unbearable pull of charming guys passing around pamphlets for recruitment day had caught up to him.

the hall of residence was a lot more alluring that media would lead on. he was pleasantly surprised by the cleanliness and charm of the home; the parade of shirtless guys crowding around the hobby room only added a sense of authenticity to the whole ordeal.

after he was plucked into the roster of other men trying their hand at slipping a way into the frat life of their dreams. the initiation was on the horizon, and sakusa’s overwhelming social anxiety from the day prior came flooding right back into his system. he had forgotten the most important rule about a brotherhood, proving your worth and loyalty to your new family.

the two paths you could choose to go down were no bed of roses— the first opportunity was to streak and sprint down the length of the campus yard. or a play special game, in which your fellow brothers would surprise you with.

no way in hell would he sacrifice his dignity by stripping down bare and humiliating himself in front of the entire university. his education was on the line, he had a reputation to uphold; the only option was to partake in whatever the sorority had waiting for him.

that's where you came in, merely handing the dark-haired male a piece of cloth to don around his eyes. the last thing he could recall about his surroundings was the eeriely warm yet sadistic expression you gave him— his vision melting into a blur of black when the blindfold made contact his skin.

“just find a place to sit on one of the couches, my brothers’ll be with you soon.” your tone was low and gravely, the remainder of his senses were heightened due to his loss of vision. his ears exploding with your voice and your voice only, he felt the flesh on his cheeks bleed from pink to red; praying you wouldn't notice his shift in attitude.

“ye- yeah.. okay, thanks.”

your footsteps faded into the backdrop, signalling him to begin his search for the couch. he'd rather die than have you watch him scramble around the room like a headless chicken. he stumbled around a little, as predicted— bumping into furniture here and there before his hips knocked into a pool table frequently used for beer pong.

his hands feel around the object in an attempt to slip past it, amongst all the chaos he's experiencing he's dimly aware of the presence of a group of people. the scuffling of shoes against the hardwood floors only solidify his suspicions, but before he's able to call out to you; or anyone. heavy pressure is placed atop his shoulder blades— the curve of hips lace into the divit of his ass until he's pressed against the table.

the silence drifting around the open space between your bodies isn't broken, nobody dare mumbles a sound. your broad palms slink up the underside of his shirt, keeping a painfully slow pace up his chest until your fingers pinch the first nipple they come in contact with. your free hand snakes around his hip and dips into the hem of his jeans before making it's way into the waistband of his boxers.

his body shudders desperately, thighs bucking forward as your fist pumps around the length of his twitching cock. by the time he can gasp out a flurry of winces, two fingers that weren't there previously, poke and prod around his rim. devilishly forcing his walls to mold around them and shape room for a few more.

both of your hands now find a home around his hips. your groin, which is positioned at his rear, ruts the outline of your erect bulge against his ass— plowing the multitude of fingers already planted inside of him, deeper. this only entails that the fingers now wrapped around his cock, teasing his chest, and sinking into the depths of his rectum all belong to a different set of people.

he once more unclamps his jaw to sputter out more nonsense, only moaning once the warm, wet agitation of lips suck a dark mark into the curve of his collarbone. he's overcome with bliss, marveling in the way each frat member simultaneously toys with his sensitive body.

an abundance of hands fumble with his zipper, unbuckling the leather around his waist— unlooping the material before tossing it aside. you shove his pants down past his calves, releasing your grip on him so that you're able to abandon your own set of clothes. there's more rustling of clothes and clinking of belt buckles and your hands return to him once more, binding his arms and shoulders while gently bending him onto the table.

bracing for impact, he's pleasantly astonished when his chin and shoulders sink into something soft and pillowy. you were kind enough to replace the hard surface beneath him with one of the sofa cushions, strengthening his trust in you.

with his body now calm and relaxed with aura around the six of you, you take a few moments to prepare your cock to breed your good little fuck toy.

hot breath teases the meek, male’s ear; your monstrous cock pressing into puckered hole only making the lewd torture of the situation worse.

“miya told us you'd like to become our little breeder sakusa, we've had our eye on you for awhile. is this true? do you want us to pump your little womb full of our children?”

atsumu? he was the one who had him in this position, such a trusted friend making him seem special enough to catch the attention of these compassionate boys? maybe he was born to be a slave for cock. atsumu wouldn't lie to him, would he?

oh poor kiyoomi, if only he saw right through that twisted facade.

you growl into the shell of his ear, he figures that you're the one who's bending over his back; threatening to breach his fertile hole. being the head of the frat, you got first dibs on all the fresh meat brought in, it's sad you'd have to share this one with your brothers.

there's nothing sakusa has to resist with, he whimpers out a few noises before you're rewarded with a barade of nods. a rise of chuckles and quiet exclamations from the group feed through his brain— apparently all of your peers are patiently waiting for their own couple of minutes with him. silent vulgarites phase past your teeth as you impatiently card a hand through his thick curls. plunging into the boy with one fluid motion, your cock vanishes from sight, disappearing inside of his stomach.

his ebony iris’ screw shut behind the blindfold. you can feel the way his womb parts just for your cock, the slimey g-spot of his is completely ignored as you push past it; the fat head of your cock mercilessly drilling into his belly. your cock is on full display, the layers of flesh seperating you from the outside world bend and jiggle around the outline of your shaft.

“i sure do hope you have enough room for all of our cum in there.” your thrusts don't falter, not daring to give his poor, ruined prostate a breather. “because we're not stopping until every single one of us has had a chance to knock you up!”

with those final words rolling off your tongue, your hips snapped long and harsh strokes into his twitching hole— cum bursting at the seams of your slit, balls tightening and enlarging as the pent up pleasure and lust readied the fat sacks for release. sakusa feels his tummy bloom with the first batch of warmth, sticky ropes of seed shoot right inside. perfectly filling him up in preparation for the next cock eager to breed his tight ass!

so wonderful, his womb feels so full and claimed! a bright and hot flush pools across his face; without warning the next cock sinks even deeper than the last. more of the groups genes passing through him, mating the frat’s new bitch over and over again. he's hit by a wave of orgasms after the second brother slams himself nice and deep, pumping his seed inside him once more. his asshole greedily opening and closing to filter as much thick cum as humanly possible into his intestines. before he's able to come to his senses, he's already chubby with semen; happily inviting the next member to come and breed his stupid body.

the entire night is flooded with sounds of hiccuping, skin on skin contact, and the leaking of cum being deposited right back into sakusa. the incredible feeling of his frat brothers groping and touching him up have him cumming time after time— all night he's shuddering as another orgasm passes through his frame.

once he's positively gushing with cum and reduced to nothing but an overstimulated puddle of arousal— you scoop up his limp, bloated body, collecting the rest of your buddies before carrying him to his very own dorm. labeling his room, the ‘breeding room’. the sorority didn't let him waste a dime of time rejuvenating his body with sleep. they didn't want their new play thing to go to waste; he was awoken multiple times during the wee hours of the night. cock fitted tightly between his lavish cheeks.

he was certainly going to love it here, nothing but a obedient puppet.

[bill-y]

𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐄

Peeta Mellark x male reader

[ We all know who Katniss Everdeen is, but what if Primrose hadn’t been chosen but another boy from another unfortunate family? YOUR family. ]

Info: This is basically a reader insert and I’ve changed a few rules, not ground breaking though. The reader is a bit bland for now but I plan for his actions to be different. Because he has different moral grounds from Katniss and such. Would appreciate feedback! FEEL FREE TO POINT OUT TYPOS. GRAMMARLY SOMETIMES DOESN’T DO MY DYSLEXIC ASS JUSTICE

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Those words left my mouth without much thought. I wasn't thinking of the damned consequences at the moment.

Behind me was Kunal, an iron grip on my leg, bawling his eyes out. "Y/N! NO! NO! YOU CAN'T GO!" he pleaded, his cries getting louder by the second. 

My hand ruffled his strawberry blonde hair, messing it up. "Let go, Nal," I said in the calmest tone I could muster. He shook his head, tears running down his cheeks, I cleared my dry throat, gulping down nothing. My mouth was dry as if I just ate a handful of salt, which was honestly a luxury.

My face remained stoic, the moment I show a sign of distress I know the people in the Capitol would eat it up like good bread. It entertains them, our suffering entertains them. 

His hands slipped from my leg, gripping on my pants before he was finally taken away from me. "Up you go, Owl eyes," said Gale, his voice trying hard to remain steady. Beside him was Katniss, who was holding Kunal by the shoulders. She nodded, "Good luck, Y/n,"

I nodded, before looking back at the temporary stage. "Oh well, Bravo!" Effie exclaimed. "That's the spirit of the games!"

She was thrilled, finally seeing some action from this district. It made a pit in my stomach, I clenched my jaw. If only the roles were reversed, Capitol people fighting for their lives instead of us.

Oh, how funny that would be.

I strode to the stage, trying my best to look collected. The foreboding feeling in my stomach only grew with each step I took, my hands sweating as if they've just been dipped into water once I finally took my place.

"Do tell us your name," Effie said, her grin widening as she nodded, encouraging me to talk. It took all the will power I had to not strangle her.

"Y/n Greyback," I replied dryly, hoping it would set her off.

“I bet my buttons that was your brother. Don’t want him to steal all the glory, do we? Come on, everybody! Let’s give a big round of applause to our newest tribute!” she trilled, making me clench my fists.

Her words were met with silence. No one clapped, not a noise can be heard. Even the ones who would usually bet on who would wound up as a tribute didn't do anything.

I held back a smile, a surge of hope flowing through me. This was the most rebellious thing they could do without getting punishment of any sort. Silence.

Silence doesn't mean fear or that we're cowards. It meant that we do not accept this, we do not condone.

Just as my father always said, one does not need to shout to make a change.

The next thing that happened was even more of a surprise. Maybe it was because I was a son of a "rebel", maybe they pitied my family or maybe it was because I talked to the mayor's daughter.

Just one, then two, then a group almost all of the crowd put the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and held it out to me. It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.

My tense hands relaxed a sense of calm washing over me. We were united in a strange way, something I thought would only happen in my dreams.

"Look at him! Look at this one!" Hollered Haymitch, throwing an arm around my shoulder. His arm was quite heavy, understandable, he's a wreck. "I like him!"

The scent of alcohol from his breath was strong, or maybe he just smelled of alcohol. "Lots of. . ." He paused, trying to think of a word.

I cringed as he slightly swayed around, trying my best to not touch him. "Spunk!" he declared triumphantly. "More than you!"

He released me, staggering to the front of the stage. "More than you!" He declared once more, pointing towards the camera.

Was he talking to the audience? Or maybe he was addressing the Capitol. I wish it's the latter, that would be funny.

Just as he opened his mouth to continue, he fell down the stage, knocking himself unconscious in the process. I snickered slightly, my face scrunching up right after.

Thankfully, the cameras were all pointed towards him, watching as they whisked him away into a stretcher. I took this moment to glare back into the distance, watching the scenery.

There was the hill that me, Katniss and Gale were just at. It looked so peaceful, contrary to my day.

"What an exciting day!" Effie warbled, trying to fix her tilted wig. It looked ridiculous. Why would Capitol people, no, why would anyone wear that?

It looks ugly, like a beaten up squirrel. Though I'd be lying if I said it wasn't eye-catching, though, beaten up squirrels are also eye-catching. “But more excitement to come! It’s time to choose our next tribute!” she continued, putting one hand to the second bowl.

Her fingertips grab the first slip it encounters. I hoped it wasn't Gale or Katniss. I didn't want to kill them, not that I'd ever stand a chance.

Katniss was extremely skilled with the bow, she could probably shoot my head from miles away. Gale, on the other hand, was strong, compared to him, I had the strength of a broken twig.

"Peeta Mellark," She read. Oh no. Why him? Of all the people in this district. His father just "introduced" me to him this morning, not just that, I knew him.

I watched him make his way up the stage, I had a clear look at him this time. He had a stocky build, medium height,  ashy blonde hair that falls in waves over his forehead. The shock of the situation registered on his face, though you could tell that he was alarmed by the way his blue eyes looked.

Like a prey knowing it'd be hunted.

Despite this, he still manages to climb up the small flight of stairs calmly.

Effie Trinket then asked for volunteers, but no one spoke up. He has two older brothers, I've seen them. But one is probably too old to volunteer, and the other just wouldn't. This was standard family devotion, what I'd done was a radical thing.

The mayor began to say the same old words he always says every reaping day. I couldn't help but think, why him?

I remember it all too well, that day, it was raining up a storm, the wind was howling. My mother and my brother were left at home, I was tasked to find food for us since my mother couldn't bear to show her face to the district.

How could she? Her husband has been executed for rebellion against the Capitol. One of the peacekeepers found weapons under his possession and he was killed. He managed to convince them to spare us, though sometimes I wished it hadn't worked.

Within a week of his death, we began to lose money, and therefore, food. Nobody wanted to help us, nobody wanted to associate with the family of a tyrant.

Shame, the family name bared shame. My mother didn't have the gall to go out and sell any of my father's things, my brother was too young to even understand what was going on.

I was angry. How could they have just taken everything away from us that easy? Who gave them the right to do that?

But at that moment, I couldn't afford to sit still and wallow in my resentment. That was a luxury I couldn't afford. not many could afford it either.

Starvation was a fairly common thing in district 12, though the amount of covering up the peacekeepers do no one a favour and fools no one.

There I was, a boy who wasn't even old enough to be registered into the pile walking around in the harsh weather, stripped away from my dignity and whatever money we had.

I found myself in the Mellark's bakery, being told off by the baker's wife, who was tired of having brats from the Seam paw through her trash. I would've screamed back then, but I didn't want the Peacekeepers called on me.

So I left without another word, sitting at a tree for some sort of cover from the harsh rain.  I remember the snorts of the pigs beside me, and that was when I realized I'm no better than cattle; the people of Panim were no better than cattle.

My knees buckles as I collapsed onto the wet grass, shuddering from the cold and the harsh reality. Maybe I had gone insane then, but I vaguely remember talking to the pigs, ranting to them.

They didn't listen, they were too busy rolling in the mud. Looking back, I find this extremely funny, but maybe that's because I don't want to pity myself.

I didn't even notice a boy until the pigs actually rose to eat the pieces of bread thrown at them. I stared at him for a long while, mainly because of the burnt bread, the crust was scorched black.

But a red mark on his cheekbone caught my attention. Had they hit him for burning the bread? My parents have never hit me, I couldn't even imagine what that would feel like.

He took one look at the bakery as if checking if the coast was clear before he turned back to the pigs. Though instead of feeding the pigs he tossed the loaves of bread to me.

I watched him walk towards the bakery and closing the kitchen door tightly behind him. All I could do was stay silent, before shoving them up to my shirt, muttering a broken thank you as I ran home.

The loaves had cooled by the time I got home, but that didn't matter. We had something to eat. Mother looked at me, relieved I didn't die. She hugged me, apologizing.

I didn't care though, we had food, that's what's important.

And for the first time in weeks, we had a proper meal.

I was thankful, the fact that he'd probably burnt the bread on purpose never occurred to me until I crawled onto the bed, staring at the wooden ceiling. An act of kindness, someone still cared.

It was as if spring came overnight, fluffy clouds, blue sky, the warm sweet air. At school, we would always catch each other's gazes. I felt a tad bit bad, his cheek was swollen and his eye had blackened.

I couldn't come up to say thank you, instead, I watched him from a distance, contemplating whether I should. When I went to fetch Nal, out eyes met once more, I was about to mouth a thank you until Nal tugged my shirt.

He handed me a dandelion. He's always loved flowers. His love for it made me realize how I would get the food we needed. All that time I and my father spent in the forest won't be for nothing.

To this day, I still feel as if I owe my family's life to him. I had honestly given up, but he gave me something. Peeta Mellark, the boy who gave me bread and the dandelion, both gave me hope.

Maybe if I had said thank you all those years ago I wouldn't be feeling so guilty now. I could always say it but something about thanking him whilst I'm practically holding a knife against his throat seems dishonest.

The mayor finished his speech, telling us to shake hands. His were as warm and firm as those loaves of bread. He squeezed me as if reassuring me. Or maybe those were just nervous spasms.

We turn back to the crowd as the anthem of Panem plays.

There are twenty-four of us fighting in that arena, as grim as it is, let's just hope someone kills him before I'm forced to. I don't wanna kill the reason I've survived all those years.

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Sorry for the late update my exams are next week and im rushing to finish my requirements at school. :"

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“SHOULD I TRY?”

Gilly Lopez x Reader

Serie Index. Chapter 5.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: NSFW 'cause maybe has a little of explicit violence.

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Something unexpected hits your nape hard, making you fall to the floor bumping it with your head. All you feel is pain shaking your body with your eyes filled with tears. You want to fight, you want to get up, but the coup have get you knock out. Your eyelids are falling till the darkness envelops you and the last face you can see is Gilly's. 

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Your breath is calmed, starting to feel somewhat awake with the throat dried and a metallic taste between your teeth. You cough moving your head slight, opening your eyes slowly. The grief is back shaking your body with little lashes. Everything is blurred, trying to focus your gaze and find out where you are. But everything you can know is that your hands are tied, finding it when you're about to rub your forehead. You look at both wrist, with black esparto ropes wrapping them on a rusted headboard. Wooden walls around you, furniture full of cobwebs. There's also a skylight at the end of the room, on the ceiling, almost covered by a dirty blanket. You don't have to be so smart to know that you're in an attic. But, where?

Your pulse accelerates when you're able to hear some heavy steps going upstairs, opening the door with a screeching sound too annoying for your ears. Then, you see him. Carrying on his lips the same smile that one day made you fall in love loudly. You can't believe this is truly happening. Every single inch of your body contracts in tension, feeling the rage running through your veins when he takes a seat on the edge of the bed. You want to hit him, but then you also figure out that your ankles are tied too.

“This is the part when you beg for your life”. He says with a jocular tone in his voice.

And when he thinks you're about to reply something, you spit his face. Bad move. The man slaps you with the back of his hand, breaking your lower lip by the left side because of the impact his ring makes on it.

“My brother will cut you into pieces to feed his dogs”. You chuckles, 'cause even if you're terrified, you're not going to show him.

“My back is well covered, mi amor”. He laughs loud, shaking his head for a second. “And you're gonna pay for betraying me”.

His right fist goes straight to your temple, provoking you an incessant and painful buzz till you finally lose the conscience again.

(Meanwhile at Mayans Clubhouse)

“We will find her”. Marcos says full of anger, narrowing Gilly's shoulder trying to stay calm.

“Is there any place he could go?”

“We asked to the cops of Tijuana. That son of a bitch has a property close to the east border, between the mountains”. José runs to the crew, with a record on his hand with all the information he received from Mexico.

“Let's fuck up that cabrón”. Angel says throwing away his cigar to get ready to ride his bike.

Gilly went this morning to bring you some breakfast and spend your day off together, but when he came to your house Alex told him that you went to throw the trash and she never came back. Your house-mates thought that you went to Gilly's house. Of course, he suspected that something was wrong, walking next to the trash cubes, finding there your keys. The first thing he did was call Bishop.

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Mayans and Coyotes aren't stupid. The play smart leaving the bikes almost half a kilometer away, to not call the attention with the roar of his engines. They're all carrying different weapons. Shotguns, smalls hand guns, knives, even an AK-47 Marcus gave them. Dressing with dark clothes and bulletproofs vests, the bikers are more than ready to storm the house. Their steps become slow, hiding between the woods to have a look of the rustic house in the middle of nowhere, with a sport car parking next to the porch. Bishop looks at Marcos, who is rolling his eyes 'cause he knows how foreseeable he can be. That's why they never accepted in Los Coyotes de Tijuana.

Gilly wants to take the first step, but Coco stops him. If he goes inside first, everything could go wrong. Miguel walks bent over towards the windows having a quick look, to indicate that no one's on the first floor. Everything clean. 

“Jorge, Tano, back yard” Marcos whispers then. “Mayans, with me”.

“Gilly and Tranq, you stay here, watching if someone else is coming”. Bishop indicates.

“You're gonna have to put a bullet between my eyebro', if you want me to stay here, man”. Gilly says pushing his chest, before getting up to walk outside the woods following his brother-in-law.

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“Despierta, mi amor”. 

A cascade of cold water falls into your face and your mouth, making you drown for a while coughing with some difficulties, shaking your head and stirring your whole body. Your temple still hurting, as your wrists and ankles with the ties pressing and burning slightly your skin with every move, trying to get free. You can see Antonio leaving the empty glass of water on the floor, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking your chin with two fingers.

“I know you still love me, but your dear Marquitos turned you against me”.

“He did nothen' and I don' love you anymore, you fuckin' bastard”. You spit him again, without worrying about the fact the he can hit you another time. But he laughs, so loud that terrifies you more than the silence.

“You just had to learn how to love me properly”.

“How? Ah? Punching me till almost kill me? You're fuckin' sick, Antonio. And you're gonna pay for all of this”. 

“When your new friends find this place, we will be so, so, so far away, mi amor”. He says then, caressing your swollen cheek with the back of his fingers. “And you will also carrying my child”.

“The fuc' are you talking 'bout?” You try hard to not show the tremble that shakes your voice.

“Sh... Relax, mi niña. You're gonna enjoy, for the old times”.

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“House clean!” Coco yells, being reunited with both crews at the hall.

“Shit!” Alejandro curses exhausted.

“Where the fuck he can be?” Taza asks facing Marcos with somewhat calm.

“I don' know... Did you register the car?”

“It's clean too, presidente”. José says shrugging with a gun in his hand.

“Another house, another property?” Bishop asks then desperate, trying to figure it out.

“I think... (Y/N) said something about... a cabin close to Mexico, the night at the hospital”. Jaime is trying to remember your words, not knowing of who could be the owner. 

“What about Sancho?” Alejandro turns to Marcos.

“Who's Sancho?” Gilly takes another step closer to the mexican charter.

“His boss. That perro has somewhat like a house in surroundings Mexico DF”.

“How much time?”

“Two and a half. Maybe two hours if we're fast enough”.

“Then run for her fuckin' life!” Gilly shouts, keeping his gun behind his back.

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The tears are falling down running your cheeks and your neck. You can feel the stabbing pain in your low belly because of his bites, dragging his teeth over your skin wetting it. He didn't touch you yet, he's enjoying torturing you and laughing at your terrified gestures and your begs to him for stop. You claimed for help, believing that someone could hear you, but nobody came. 

Antonio pulls down your pajama shorts, licking his lips with burning lust inside his orbs. He's ready to enjoy your body, even if you're praying him to not hurt you, trying to gain some time with the hope you can break free somehow as your brother taught you, when you were younger. Maybe dislocating your thumb, so you can strain a hand by the tie. Painful, but successful.

“I could never get tired of your body, mi amor”. 

He sighs placing himself between your legs, arching your back when he surrounds your waist with both arms. You can feel how hard is he, turning your stomach, making you want to vomit. You can't understand why you fell in love so loud with him, or why the hell you felt so lost without him the first months in Santo Padre. Now you see it. You were blind. He made you think you never could be good enough for anyone. Neither your family, nor your friends. He absorbed you in a toxic loop, romanticizing every punch, every hit, every drop of spilled blood, every bruise. But then, you met Gilly. You met the love, the self-care, the laughs for nothing, the warm his hugs bring you, the hours in silence looking at each other, the dearly smiles, how good it's feels smell your shirt and find his scent. 

And you know it's time to fight. For him. For your family. For your friends. For new life. For you.

For him, it's an unexpected scream full of pain. It hurt much more than you expected, feeling the agony running through your forearm up your elbow, flowing into your neck. But before he can reacts, your fist goes to his nose, with a soft crunch behind your knuckles. You have broken it. You know it's one of his weak points, after take so much cocaine that it made him a hole inside the bridge. That gives you some seconds, enough to take the empty glass of water to broke it against the floor and use a piece to cut the tie wrapping the other wrist. He gets up with the shirt soaked in blood as his lips and neck, and you can see he's furious, but you're not gonna give up pointing him with the glass.

“Cuando el coyote predica, no están seguras las gallinas”. (When the coyote preaches, the chicken aren't safe). You say, spitting every word, listening a high-pitch howl coming closer. You know it well, so he does. “Run, chicken, run”.

As he did two years ago, challenging your gaze with the difference that you're not drowning in your own blood but in pain and tears, he runs away. Antonio knows well what Marcos will do to him. But he doesn't know how much you have changed, and that your brother will be the less important problem. You hear him going downstair, giving him some seconds of advantage. Cutting the other ties, and placing on well your thumb with a crack and a growl, you stretch your numb legs and your arms. 

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” You can hear your brother's voice breaking the wooden front door, before some shoots and screams of pain.

The prey has been hunted after all this time hiding.

“(Y/N)! Where are you?!” Then you hear Bishop's.

You're trying to go down every stair step, supporting your weight over your palms in the railing. You find yourself crying. But you're not sure why. Pain, horror, sadness, but also happiness, relief, alleviation, run through your veins and your mind making you feel confused.

“Baby! Say something! Where are you?” Gilly is there. Your shaky legs fail, falling apart over the stairs, having a sit whilst your cry gets louder, enough to listen a lot of heavy steps coming to you. “(Y/N)!”

He runs towards you going upstairs, kneeling in front of you before hugging your body between his strongs and warm arms. And the world get paralyzed. You're at home, even if it's not your house, nor even your town. But it's him. It's all about Gilly. 

“The kid is here! We foun’ he’!” Coco shouts to the rest, from the beginning of the stairs.

“Give them a moment, now she's safe”. Alejandro says, pushing him away to the living room where they caught Antonio.

You need your time to wrap his back, feeling that your arms doesn't reply to any move tired of being in the same position for more than eighteen hours. He's trying to comfort you with gently caresses all over your head and back, sinking your face on his neck. You know he's blaming himself about what you said, about that you were scared that he could find you if the Coyotes traveled to Santo Padre. But at least, you caught him and he's gonna pay for all the pain he provoked you.

“Are you hurt?” He asks almost in a whisper, pulling you some inches away inspecting your face, with the desperation consuming his soul.

“I love you”. You answers, still drowning in your own salty tears, licking your lips. He laughs bittersweet, before helping you to get up, raising you on his arms. 

“You’re safe now, baby”. He mutter in your ear, resting your face on his chest.

“She will do it”. Marcos talks whilst Alejandro is nodding drawing a silver dagger, when the Mayan comes to the living room supporting you.

No one says nothing, while Gilly is helping you to put yourself on your feet. They’re kinda sleepy, but without letting go one of his hands, you raise the free one to the knife with a cross engraved on it. The both prospect of the charters are holding Antonio’s arms, kneeling above the wooden floor with his gaze filled by wrath. 

“Listen, if you don’t wanna do’et…” Bishop walks towards you, twisting his face, so only you can hear him.

“This is my job”. You deny with a scratchy tone in your voice. “This is what I used to do, and this is what I’m gonna do”.

Setting yourself free, you bend next to the man who tried to ruin your life and almost killed you. There’s no expression on your countenance, but he’s starting to look scared. Ripping off his shirt, pulling away both apertures and gently sticking the tip of the sharp knife into his chest, enough to draw a shallow slit to write the name of your charter on it. Yes, maybe you’re enjoying every shout wrapped in grief, while Antonio stirs under the grip. Mayans must be freaking out behind you, because your family have seen you so many times dealing with this kind of situations that they don’t even get surprised. 

“You wi—”

“I will nothen’!” You yell at him, hitting his mouth with your left elbow to make him shut up. “I told you that night, when the blood collected in my throat. One day I would find you and I would make you pay for every tear, for every bruise, for every time you raped me, for every time you hit me for no reason. And now, here comes judgment day, pinche perro”.

You’re feeling strong than never, maybe because of the adrenaline invading every inch of your anatomy, dragging every word you spit above your tongue. And his blood splashes your face, your neck and your shirt, when the dagger blade pierces his skin ripping it completely. A guttural growl comes out from his throat when your hand falls down holding the knife, cutting his chest till you reach the belt on his jeans. The blood bathes the carpet, taking away his last breaths while the prospect letting him go, making Antonio drop half dead. 

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

Your back is against the wall, sitting on one of the bed of the Mayans clubhouse, in the last room. You have been alone for the past three hours, after convincing your brother to come back to Tijuana. He wasn’t in accordance with your decision, but the fault wasn’t theirs. And you were calm because of that man was already dead. Although your mind was remembering everything that happened once and again, you knew that night you could finally sleep peaceful.

Bishop comes to the room, closing the door after his steps, sitting on the edge of the bed with some distance between both. He isn’t the Rey de los Mayas because of his age, but because of his intelligence. And you played smart when you told him you never were an active member. But you don’t need it, if you're somekind of nomad or hired assassin. 

“You ok?”

You nod slightly, raising your eyes at him.

“So… That was your job, rai’?”

You nod again. No words needed.

“Was it one of the reasons why he did all that to you?”

“He did it ‘cause my brother never wanted him to be part of Los Coyotes. Taking me to hell and teaching me that it was the only life I could have, it was the way to be close to them”.

Bishop puts his gaze away, having a deep breath by his nose, to let go the air by his lips.

“Gilly blames himself”.

“I know, but it’s not his fault, nor yours, nor anyone. I allowed Antonio to do it, it’s only because of me”.

“He wanna see ya’”. 

You nod a third time, in silence, letting know that you want to see him too. The president gets up of his seat, walking towards the door to let him cross it, leaving you two alone. He doesn’t know what say to make you feel better, or to make you feel safe. Without knowing, that you are already feeling this way. This was like another job, with the difference that you killed the man who pushed you to the limit of your capacities. Your knees are placed against your chest, surrounding them with both arms, when he takes the same seat Bishop had. His head down, his forearms supported on his lap and both hands on his nape. Gilly sets free a heavy snort with closed eyes, without moving an inch when you hug him laying your chest on his back, surrounding his neck.

“I’m so sorry ‘you have to see me doin’et”. You whisper leaving some kisses on his head. “I’m so sorry for everything that happened in the last weeks. I just… turned your world upside down”.

“You stabilized it”. He replies shaking his chin, turning to look at you. “I should listened you, and I di—”.

“Take me home, Gilly”. You ask him, making the reference to his house and the safe-place you two built there.

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Lux & Amber

Lux: Hey, Amber, I was wondering if I could talk to you, when you've got the time to 💬 back and forth for a bit 😌 Amber: Hi Amber: this'll work... Amber: are you okay? Lux: Yes in the sense this isn't a total emergency Lux: but no in the sense I'm not bothering you for no reason Lux: I don't know how to start this Amber: total emergencies are what my mama's for anyway, but I'll still try to help, if I can Lux: Yeah Lux: not that I'll be having that kind of emergency ever Lux: well, it was his idea Lux: and I don't know whether he expected me to follow up on it or not but I'm going to Lux: so maybe I don't feel as insane Lux: it's about Dash Amber: Oh Amber: we're not together if that's what's worrying you, it was just once Amber: and it won't be happening again Lux: I knew you weren't Lux: maybe knew is an overstatement, thought, anyway Lux: what do you think of him? Amber: you did, because he doesn't do 'together' and we all know that Amber: what did he do to make you feel insane? Amber: I think it's probably similar to the way he made me feel stupid, but I'm ready to be wrong Lux: How did he make you feel stupid? Amber: I thought we were friends, we're not Amber: and I thought that maybe he was just a little lost, but he knows exactly what he's looking for Lux: Yeah Lux: I think it might be the same Lux: he said one thing at the time Lux: but then today he said something that made that all so Lux: gross Amber: because he wanted something different from you today from wanting to have sex with you Lux: he said it was part of the tour Lux: which in itself...but then he said he only did it to 'tourists' Amber: I've been here for months, how am I a tourist? Lux: I know! Amber: my family lives and works here and he goes to school with me, I see him every day for like hours, on the commune and outside of it Lux: I wanted him to admit that it was a lie, that this was like family, because that isn't what you do to family, even if it's totally chill or whatever, you still don't view all these girls as your sisters, like you clearly do the boys as your bros Lux: but he couldn't do that, 'cos if this is all bullshit then what is he doing Lux: but then that amounted to him essentially saying he did it to the most fucked up, vulnerable girls, who he knew would go away before it became an issue for him...and that's me, so, everything else he said is untrue and manipulative and Amber: I don't think he understands family for what it's worth, whether he really believes this is one or he's hiding behind that Amber: but if that's his perspective, I understand now why he seemed to immediately regret sleeping with me, because it's unlikely I'm leaving any time soon Amber: even if my 'vulnerability' did jump out Lux: you've at least confirmed I'm not hysterical Lux: he said I should ask you, that it's cool Amber: I'm sorry he hurt and used you like that, I didn't realise I'd have to start warning every girl here Amber: or that he was THAT person Amber: yes, he lied to me and stole from me but he's not the first hippie boy I've met who tried to do some kind of free love revival Lux: he said he wasn't scared of me 'telling' on him to these girls because everyone else is into it too Lux: but he asked me not to multiple times so clearly he doesn't think everyone would still be down if it was total transparency Amber: plenty of people here are into it and whatever you say or don't say, there'll be girls who are still into him Amber: I fell for it after everything I'd seen and heard because he made me want to, I was still willing to give him another chance afterwards Amber: pretty face and prettier words, right? Lux: I'm just sick of dealing with people who are shitty Lux: just because they're not as shitty to me as everyone else Amber: there are people here who would listen, I hope, hold him accountable instead of falling into the forgiveness and understanding speech immediately Amber: my mama, for one, if it came from you instead of me Lux: there's people here who don't like me too Lux: more than that Amber: Who? Lux: I'm not trying to turn this into a big tattle-tale party Lux: I tried to tell him but he wasn't listening Amber: you can tell me, I'll keep my temper and listen Amber: nobody wants to listen to teenage girls and I'm not feeding into that lie that we're all hysterical, even though I am angry Lux: some of the older ladies Lux: they don't think I am a teenage girl Lux: that I've co-opted the experience of being a woman for the aesthetic, without ever having to face the adversity and struggles they do, as biological women Amber: I don't have the vocabulary to express how disgustingly narrow and dangerous that thinking is Lux: it's interesting to hear it from a perspective other than religion, I guess Lux: but still Lux: he thinks it's perfect here, and everyone is Amber: and his brother thinks it's hell on earth Lux: you know his brother? Amber: I met him and my 'aesthetic' jumped out for him Amber: he decided who I am because I live here Lux: I almost thought he'd made him up Lux: in a weird way Lux: I don't know how you get Dash and then him, from what he sounds like, anyway Amber: their experiences are actually entirely different Amber: Dash has opted out of any of the struggles, by being here, so it is perfect for him in that way, I guess Amber: like a utopia Amber: it's no wonder his brother thinks none of us live in the real world Lux: He doesn't 'do' responsibility, he said that Lux: responsibility to be an alright person really is the minimum Amber: plenty of people here obviously don't either Amber: those woman you mentioned don't even understand their own privilege, they just want to tell you yours Lux: don't get me wrong Lux: here is fine Lux: and lots of the people are nice and whatever Lux: but whenever I talk about my family it's like this smugness of how backwards they are when I've got the same treatment from plenty of non-religious folks for no reason but disagreeing Lux: my parents think they're saving me from eternal damnation, because they love me, that's not nothing Amber: like the thinking that anything about living this way makes us superior isn't backward Amber: they're pretending to be free and open is the key to the kingdom and the only way anyone gets to be here Amber: but it's not Lux: I just need somewhere I'm safe Lux: so I can actually sort out what I'm doing with the rest of my life Amber: I know what you mean Amber: I feel like I'm always asking for time to figure things out but it doesn't happen like that Lux: Sorry to put more strain on your time right now Lux: it just Lux: ugh Amber: honestly, it's a relief that there's someone else who feels the same about this place Amber: I can't talk to my parents about it, they love it here Lux: You can talk to me about it any time Lux: even if I am your dad's teacher's pet right now Lux: I just get really bored of the manual labour here, I don't mind chipping in, obviously, but being stuck here all day every day, I want to be using my 🧠 Amber: he talks about you A LOT and I am jealous but I'm not holding it against you personally Amber: if only you could take my place in school... Amber: but for now, do you want to come with me? Somewhere where everything is concrete and plastic? Lux: Dash would be so upset we're not talking about him right there Lux: sounds like heaven Amber: does he 'do' upset? 🙄 Lux: I'm trying not to care right now Amber: we're caring about 🛍💅 like teenage girls with like ZERO struggles Amber: I full intend to buy the most uncomfortable and impractical bra ever and wear it everywhere those women are Lux: 😆 Lux: as long as I can find some falsies to fill mine Amber: I probably should too, there's not much going on here Amber: and when you're in a better headspace, I'll introduce you to my friends from school Amber: I think it'll help Lux: really? 😀 😃 Amber: Yes, some of them are so 'normal' it makes me feel 👽 Amber: but in a good way Lux: I could use that Amber: the conversations hit different because they are Lux: I liked talking to him Lux: 'til he messed it all up Amber: not to be ✌☮🕊 but do you want to give him another chance? Lux: I really don't know what I think or what I'm going to do yet Lux: I've got no desire to hate anyone or be petty Lux: but he isn't sorry so Lux: I'm just a pushover and an idiot if I give him another chance Amber: caring is important but you need to care about yourself too, especially if he isn't sorry Lux: I just hope he can make some better choices Lux: but unlikely Lux: he's happy with how it is right now Amber: treating girls right instead of passing them around like 🚬🌿 isn't growth he's ready for Amber: yet Lux: its hard to know what I should say Lux: if anything Lux: to these other girls he was openly being nasty abouy Amber: his honesty was brutal, why soften the truth if it only protects him? Amber: you can always show them the relevant parts of the conversation if you kept it Lux: I'd feel like crap if other people got hurt needlessly when I knew Lux: but I'm hardly endearing myself to them if they don't see it how I do and they just think I'm trying to like, claim him or whatever nonsense Amber: I can do it, he's already made all those jokes about me being 💔 Amber: and I've been here long enough for everyone to know who I am Lux: 🙄😒 Lux: why are guys like that Lux: they say they wanna chill with down girls but then their ego makes them wanna believe you're actually in LOVE with them Amber: I wish I knew, and that I didn't have sex with him Amber: but he probably would have said I did anyway, I guess Lux: He's the second person I've ever Amber: well now I'm really 😠 Amber: my dad'll be upset about it but if I see him around I will hit him Lux: I mean, I'm straight Lux: so I was gay Amber: that's adversity if those judgemental woman would like to get into it, liking boys is the biggest struggle Amber: they really don't make it easy for us Lux: Are there any boys you like that aren't him Amber: I need to make better decisions, so that means saying no to that question Lux: Gotcha Amber: but it's a lie and I'm not lying to you today too Amber: just so you know Lux: I appreciate it Lux: probably got enough frivolous boy chat for the both of us though, so you can try to be better Amber: he did say he likes me, I do have that in writing, but what have we learned today if not to trust stuff like that Lux: is he from school? Lux: not all guys can be total assholes, right Lux: that sounds like something those old ladies would say Amber: he's a good person but he insists he's bad for me, I have to listen to that, don't I? Lux: depends why he thinks that, I suppose Lux: it could be an insecurity thing Lux: or a genuine warning Amber: he thinks it's genuine, and I know why he does, we are very different Lux: good different like your school friends Lux: or the bad kind Amber: I don't know Lux: Tricky Amber: it's another thing I need more time to figure out Lux: You'll have it Lux: boys wait for girls like you Amber: girls like me? Lux: Beautiful Amber: that's girls like US Lux: 😌😚 Amber: beautiful and weird and getting out of here for a while even if boys are waiting for us Lux: heck yeah! Lux: he's waiting on Cleopatra though, currently Amber: who? Amber: is she new here? Lux: oh, that's not her real name Lux: umm Lux: another 💎 Amber: he's not waiting for me Lux: Sapphire! Amber: of course Lux: I don't know her Amber: she got here a few weeks ago, her brother Onyx tends to speak for her more than she does for herself Lux: don't love that Lux: was picturing Liz Taylor Lux: wouldn't need to worry about her Amber: did he say she looks like Elizabeth Taylor? Lux: just Cleo Lux: well, 'vibe' which can mean everything and nothing, I really don't know Amber: I don't 👀 it Lux: like you said, if anything his words are pretty Lux: which is nice, in a fucked up kinda way Amber: I don't think I'll try and remember how he described my 'vibe' though Lux: just let me know if he's doubling up on 👼s Amber: there are less 👼🏽 it would be creative Amber: but no Lux: not going to keep a list for him so he can keep track or anything Amber: if he keeps one himself I didn't find it when I searched his room Lux: wait, WHAT??!? Amber: he stole my stash, I didn't want my dad to get upset with me so I went to his house to see if I could get it back Amber: that's how I met his brother Amber: I didn't find it, if he smoked with you, that was on me Lux: asshole Lux: I need to find something cute to wear at the shops Lux: it's the most teen girl response possible Amber: [tells her where she can find all the best clothes because it'd be such a free for all cos nobody has proper rooms or storage like] Lux: 🤞 having my ankles on display is a CHOICE LEWK Lux: ['cos how many of these malnourished girls are 5'10 lol] Amber: ✂ Amber: short shorts are a teenage girl staple Amber: I'm going to get something else pierced while I'm this young and beautiful Lux: 😄😄 I have the legs for it 💁 Amber: and if you get 😽 called, you get to say everything Dash refused to listen to earlier Lux: Alright, I'm ready 😎 🤩 🥳 Amber: 🙃 Amber: let's go!

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Anyways. I don't care what the rest of you all have been doing during this but I have been trying to listen better and pray more.

For those of you who don't think that's "enough"... Sorry but I don't owe public opinion shit. The only person I owe an explanation to is God. I don't owe anyone information on what I'm doing in private. I don't owe anyone information on what I am/am not supporting financially or otherwise. If your personal opinion is that I'm not making adequate use of my voice or platform then that's rough buddy, but my voice is not the one that needs to be heard right now and also what platform? As a society hyperfocused on social media ESPECIALLY NOW DURING THIS PANDEMIC we have to come to terms that we all have lives outside of it and we don't "owe" each other ANY information about that in spite of what our culture tells us. Like if this is what "community-based policing" means, I can already tell you I hate it and it's oppressive.

For those of you who think this is a political power play, I would say those concerns are valid but there IS a REAL problem that will still be there when all the political pandering and posturing is done. And we need to fix it. Part of the reason I haven't been hyping what everyone has been telling me to hype in the name of activism is pretty much this:

Do I think it honestly matters which political party is in charge for changes to happen? No, because I do not trust the SAME GOVERNMENT BACKING THE POLICE to take the money THAT IS STILL TECHNICALLY IN THEIR POSSESSION and funnel it into the communities that need it in any way that will actually address the racism inherent in the system. HOWEVER, that doesn't stop me from listening to what my brothers and sisters in Christ are telling me are their experiences not just in a society that is supposed to have progressed past racism but in the BODY OF CHRIST itself. Because it's there, everyone. Yes, it's not overt. Yes, not everyone is actively engaging in it but if we are truly One Body then we owe it to each other to make reparations for sins that aren't ours. It's what we've been doing for the child abuse scandals, is it not? The majority of us were not involved but do we not still carry the burden of that sin simply because we're Catholic, because one part of the One Body committed this massive hurt?

So anyway. The goal of this post is not to make anyone feel bad and it is not an invitation for people to pile on me because I haven't vocally supported x, y, z. This is an invitation to listen and to pray... which should always be the first step, EVEN WHEN THERE IS AN IMMEDIATE NEED FOR ACTION. (Maybe ESPECIALLY when there's an immediate need for action.) And holy shit are we not good at that or what? 😂

1) Fr. Mike Schmitz' homily this week was an invitation for us to listen to God and let Him tell us who He is because only by doing that can we see the image and likeness of God in each other. We've lost that in our wishy-washy prayer lives that inevitably end up with us trying to force God into an earthly construction in which He doesn't belong. We try to tell God who He is because the world is too noisy for us to hear Him tell us about Himself. And that inevitably trickles down into us trying to force each other into boxes before recognizing the human dignity instilled by God in all of us. The internet feeds into that by making us faceless virtual entities, thus making it that much more difficult to recognize our humanity. I can read faceless stats for days but if I don't have ANY CONTEXTUAL IDEA where those numbers are coming from, they're empty. They're easily manipulated into whatever whoever is selling me them wants me to think of them if I don't have someone LIVING THOSE STATISTICS giving me context. Right now the media wants us to feed on the controversy surrounding BLM movement without telling us that these communities have been MARCHING IN THEIR COMMUNITIES FOR YEARS AGAINST THE VIOLENCE THEY INFLICT ON THEMSELVES and it is the same media blackout as any March for Life. The media doesn't care unless they have drama they can use to stoke more division and that's the tea.

2) Fr. Josh Johnson is on fire right now, everyone. Like him and Chika Anyanwu are two voices I wasn't listening to before that I'm thankful to be hearing now. If you're wondering how God can be good even in the midst of chaos, turmoil, and pain, this is it. If you're struggling to separate the Black Lives Matter Organization from the heart of the issue, this is how God is doing that. The Church needs to hear these voices. They have real experiences to share. They are part of the Body of Christ, and they are really hurting through these thousands of small cuts.

I would recommend listening to the Jeff Cavins Show episode Distance Amplifies Difference where he has a conversation with Fr. Josh. They both have tremendously unique WORDLY perspectives to bring to the table on the issue (Jeff Cavins is a white man but has children who are black and they live in Minnesota and are literally witnessing the heart of this first hand in the trenches, and Fr. Josh is the son of a black former chief of police) but ultimately discuss how we as a Church can work towards fixing it.

Fr. Josh and Fr. Mike's dialogue on Ascension Presents is also really top notch. I still have to finish watching it, though. 😅

I can't believe I wasn't following Chika before because as another single Catholic woman, I feel like I've found a sister in Christ experiencing the same ups and downs of Catholic singlehood (her Instagram Highlight was like HILARIOUS and also a truth 😂). Her family's small business got looted during the rioting but I believe they've since been able to shut down their Go Fund Me since people gave them enough support to get it back up and running. Anyways, I'm glad this amplification of black voices brought me to hers.

3) Fransican Friars of the Renewal Fr. Agostino and Fr. Pierre Toussaint discuss their hopes for the movement from their perspective as people of color and as servants of one of the poorest neighborhoods in NYC, the South Bronx. Their dynamic is great because Fr. Agostino is like a Gryffindor on fire and Fr. PT is like a soft-spoken, phlegmetic Ravenclaw. I understand that energy. 😂 (I'm also a phlegmetic Ravenclaw) One of my takeaways was Fr. Agostino's opinion that we can't just posture and leave it up to the government or orgs with ulterior political motives to make things right because he's seen firsthand how well THAT goes. However, all that means is that we as people of God have to dig in and do the work our own dang selves. They're also hopeful that this discussion of the police force being built on a foundation of racism will eventually lead to the discussion of Planned Parenthood being built on the same. They said that 42% of the pregnancies of the predominantly black and Latino population in the South Bronx end in abortion. 42%!!!!!!!!!!! If that is not a wake-up call that systemic racism is alive and well and we are abjectly failing women of color as a society Idk what is. But also their analogy that society is a MESS of a dilapidated house and we have to pick ONE place to start and stick with it if we really want to fix it up is also the truth.

4) Did y'all know about Our Lady of Kibohe? This is a Vatican-approved Marian apparition that appeared to three teenaged girls in Rwanda a little more than a decade before the genocide (which she warned them about). There is no one in Creation demons and Satan hate more than Our Lady, and there's no better weapon against them than the rosary. There has been a call from our brothers and sisters to rend our hearts and even if you don't see, think, or believe there is still racism within the Church, will you not pray for Mary and St. Michael to help continue keeping it that way, then?

Our Lady of Kibohe encouraged us to take up the practice of praying the Seven Sorrows Rosary. I tried it for the first time last week and I have to say, even with my super basic limited knowledge of black history in the United States, it was not hard to see how their suffering could easily be united to the sufferings of Christ and Our Lady.

I guess my conclusion is this: I have my own misgivings about blindly supporting any ol' cause that happens to be trending on whatever. The Black Lives Matter ORGANIZATION has a manifesto touting things that are contrary to the Catechism for SURE, but when my brothers and sisters in the Church are telling me they are in pain RIGHT NOW and saying, "Hey, listen... They're right about some things... These are the things and we've experienced it IN the Church..." then they deserve to be heard. We owe it to them to listen because they are a part of us. We need to expose these sins to the light instead of denying they exist or claiming to be past it. We ALSO need to be charitable to those in different parts of their journey. Is it FAIR to bear the burden of others' sins and make reparations for them? Heck no! But we do it. Jesus did it for us. We do it for our brothers and sisters in Purgatory. What's the difference for bearing it for our hard-hearted brothers and sisters on earth? Nobody is perfect but we all are made in the image and likeness of God and thus inherently carry human dignity.

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The Domestic Life Of The Vision And His Witch, Chapter 4: Protectors

Summary:  The Avengers make it clear to Ross that Tommy and Billy Maximoff are not to be messed with.

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18461504/chapters/44176057

After the one occasion in which Natasha had unintentionally startled Wanda as she was feeding Billy in the middle of the night, Wanda and Vision had soon adjusted to the fact that the Black Widow usually came to stay at the Barton House for a day or two after a mission.

So, on this particular Saturday morning when a bleary-eyed Nat wandered into the lounge room while Vision and Wanda burped the twins after a feed, neither of them batted an eye.

"Auntie Nat!" Lila ran to hug her.

"Morning, kiddo" Natasha smiled, lightly ruffling her hair. "Morning, everyone."

"Good Morning, Nat" Laura smiled, watching over a few sizzling pans of eggs and bacon . "Lila, can you come set the table for breakfast, sweetie? Make sure you set a place for Auntie Nat.."

Lila nodded, rushing off to do as her Mother had asked. On weekends, Breakfast at the Barton's was a family affair, and they made sure to eat at the table, together. Even Vision, who didn't actually eat, enjoyed these weekend breakfasts for the conversations they all had around the table.

Natasha turned her attention to Wanda, her eyes lighting up when she saw the twins.

"Hey, Nat" Wanda passed Tommy over before she'd even asked. "How'd the mission go?"

"Alright" Natasha grinned, cooing and fussing over Tommy, who fussed slightly, in the middle of teething, but he loved his Auntie Nat, and soon settled in her arms. "How was your Anniversary?"

Wanda glanced over to Vision, smiling brightly as she watched him attempt to pull funny faces for Billy.

"Minunat."

"Great" Nat shifted, drawing Tommy closer as she held him, seeming rather protective over him. Vision noticed this, and couldn't help frowning slightly, his grip on Billy tightening a little.

"Is something wrong, Natasha?" He asked.

"No. Well, not anymore."

"What do you mean, 'Not anymore'?" Now it was Wanda's turn to frown.

"I should probably tell you two something" said Nat, "But try not to freak out about it, okay?"

"Okay.." Wanda's brows furrowed.

"Well, we had a meeting with Secretary Ross last week.."

"That must have been awkward" Vision grimaced. Wanda paled slightly.

"You still have to work with him?"

"Not for much longer. Anyway, he asked a few questions about the boys.. where they came from.."

"He.. what?" Vision jumped up, clutching Billy tightly to his chest. "Why?"

More color drained from Wanda's face. Her time in the Raft still haunted her. Ross was absolutely the last person she wanted sniffing around her children.

"It's okay" Nat shifted Tommy to one arm, and gave Wanda's shoulder a comforting squeeze. "We dealt with it. The Avengers assembled, and we dealt with it. Nobody is coming anywhere near Tommy and Billy, I promise."

"How.. How did you deal with it?"

"Well.." --

As soon as the topic of the Maximoff twins had come up, Iron Man and Captain America, united once more, along with War Machine, Falcon, and newly-minted Avenger Bucky Barnes stood. For the moment, Nat hung back, observing.

"No one" said Tony, in no uncertain terms, "Is touching those kids."

"But surely" Ross tried, "You wonder how a robot and the witch could.."

"Vision's not a robot" Sam scowled. "And Wanda has a name."

"Still, they managed to produce.."

"Perfectly normal children" Steve immediately cut him off. "It shouldn't matter how they got here."

"I can confirm that, sir" said Rhodey. His 'Sir' had been a little forced. "There is absolutely nothing unusual about Tommy and Billy Maximoff."

"They are normal, innocent babies" Bucky finished.

All five of them stared down Secretary Ross. He finally, reluctantly relented.

"Very well.." --

"I wasn't entirely convinced that he'd drop it completely, so I called in a few reinforcements.." Nat continued. "Thor hadn't come to the meeting, he's been busy trying to find the right location for New Asgard, but when I told him.." --

"Secretary Ross?" A woman poked her head into his Office. "Uh.. Thor is here to see you."

"Is that the one who says he's a Thunder God?"

"I believe so, Sir."

"Alright" Ross sighed. "Send him in."

Soon after, The God of Thunder entered the office, Stormbreaker slung over his shoulder.

"You are the one they call Ross?"

"Yes. I'm really quite busy, so if you could make it quick.."

Thor laid his axe over Ross's desk, scattering some of his papers.

"This is my new weapon, Stormbreaker" He grinned. "It is good for splitting skulls, I used it against Thanos."

"Is that a threat?" Ross frowned.

"Of course not" said Thor. "I consider all the people of Midgard my friends. Asgardians will always take up arms in defense of their friends. Vision is my friend" He added, picking up Stormbreaker as he turned to leave. "Worthy of my old hammer.. special bond there.." --

"Bruce, understandably, has been trying to avoid any sort of interaction with Ross since he's been back in the U.S, holing up in the lab at the compound, mostly. But when he heard what happened at the meeting.." --

"We're both on the same page here Hulk, right, big guy?"

Bruce Banner strode toward Secretary Ross's office, nervous, but determined. He knew there was every chance Ross could attempt to have him arrested or contained somehow, but he had something very important to do. To remind himself just how important, Bruce glanced at his current phone wallpaper: a picture of himself with baby Billy Maximoff taken when he'd visited the Barton Farm. He nodded, more determined now, and headed inside.

Ross looked up, surprised, and though he would never admit it, maybe a tiny bit impressed when he saw Bruce.

"I'll give you one thing, Banner, it's brave of you to come here."

"I know."

"I suppose you're counting on the 'Pro-Avenger' crowd to keep you safe?" Ross scribbled on some papers.

"Actually," said Bruce, "It's not myself I'm here to keep safe."

"Oh?"

"See, the Hulk and I have had some issues recently, but there's one thing, at the moment, that we both agree on.." For a second, Bruce's face and hands morphed green, and the Hulk roared, "NO TOUCH TWINS!"

"Ah!" Ross was about to call security, but the Hulk was gone as quickly as he had come.

"That will be all.. Sir." As Bruce left, a small, satisfied smirk crossed his face. --

"And then, just to make absolutely certain" Natasha grinned, tickling Tommy's belly, "Auntie Nat stepped in.."

"Hello, Secretary Ross" Natasha greeted, clutching a piece of paper as she entered Ross's office.

Ross groaned.

"If this is about.."

"You know" Nat began, ignoring him, "That I have a very specific skill set. These days, I'm a little more selective about what I use it for.. or who I use it for.." she dropped the paper onto his desk.

"What's this?"

"A reminder of my skill set. Read up."

"Alright.." Ross did so. He seemed to grow a little pale. "You've made your point.. You've all.. made your point.

"Glad to see we're on the same page" Natasha stood, taking the paper, a dangerously sweet smile on her face "Stay the hell away from my Godsons, and we won't have a problem." --

"So.. dealt with" Nat finished. "No one will ask any more questions. And soon, once all the paper work goes through, we won't have to work with Ross anymore."

"Thank you, Nat" The color was returning to Wanda's face, "Really."

"No need to thank us. We all love the boys.. Ooh.." Nat handed Tommy back to Wanda and headed to the table as Laura began to dish up. "That smells good, I haven't eaten properly in days.."

Vision glanced over towards them. Looking over at Natasha, at Laura shoveling a generous helping of food onto Nat's plate. At Clint, returning from an early morning session of working on the cottage that Vision and Wanda were soon going to move into. He thought of Nat's story about Ross and the Avengers.

"Wanda?" He asked, still cuddling Billy close as they all moved to join the rest of the family at the table.

"Yeah, Vizh?" She pressed a kiss into Tommy's hair.

"How many Godparents can a child have?"

"Well.. As many as we like, really. Why?"

"Because" said Vision, "I think our Boys already have at least ten."

Wanda smiled.

"I think you're right."

Notes:

Translation:

"Minunat.": wonderful.

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Mom and I React to Game of Thrones 8x01

Before the Show

Mom: "Okay, I got a beer and everything. Are there tissues? Good. I think it's gonna be bad. They're gonna start just killing off everyone."

Me: "Well, the creators didn't want to do it anymore, so I'm sure they ran it into the ground so it wouldn't get renewed."

Mom: "And move on to WHAT? What are those guys gonna do AFTER this show? Honestly."

Mom: "I have the phone in case we need it. I don't know, 9-1-1 'We're watching Game of Thrones and we're sad. Come get us.' I think something terrible is gonna happen. Because Stassi is insane but her brother's taking the army. He doesn't give a shit."

Cersei. She means Cersei.

-

Recap

Yara taken captive

Mom: "Oh, what happened to HER?! Jesus."

Sansa talking about Daenerys

Me: "Oh, right! Sansa wasn't happy about that."

The Wall

Mom: "But that was the east wall, right? Not the rest of it?"

Me: "It doesn't matter. A hole in the wall's a hole in the wall."

Mom: "Fuck."

-

The Map

Me: "Oh, it's all different!"

Mom: "It is all different! There's the hole in the wall."

Me: "Oh, fuck! Winterfell's first! It's the first place for them to hit after the wall and nobody's there because Jon took a bunch of the men to Daenerys."

-

Winterfell

The march into Winterfell

Mom: "Wow, look at all the men. It's her army."

Me: "Oh, they're already there?"

Mom: "There he is. Oh, and her!"

Me: "Arya's like 'Who the fuck is that?'"

Mom: "Oh shit! The Hound. Oh, Gendry! Tyrion!"

Dragons

Mom: "Oh, look at Arya! She's like 'Dragons?!'"

Me: "She's like 'holy shit.'"

Sansa sees the dragons

Me: "She doesn't trust her."

Jon reunites with Bran

Me: "Awww!"

Mom: "But he has no emotion."

Jon introduces Daenerys to Sansa

Me: "Sansa is not thrilled. Because she has to house all these people with her carefully stockpiled food."

The meeting

Me: "You're losing the room, Jon."

Tyrion gets up

Mom: "Thank God."

Sansa mentions not being able to feed everyone

Me: "Told you."

Sansa tells Tyrion he shouldn't believe Cersei

Me: "She's got Cersei's number."

The heart tree

Mom: "Aww, Jon at the tree."

Me: "He's thinking about What's Her Face."

Ygritte. What's Her Face is Ygritte

Arya and Jon

Me and Mom: "Awwwww."

-

King's Landing

Cersei looks out at the sea

Mom: "Oh, God."

Kyburn tells Cersei the dead have broken through the wall

Cersei: "Good."

Mom: "Good?!"

Me: "The crazy bitch."

Ships

Me: "Who the fuck is that guy?"

Mom: "I don't know. Who are those guys?"

Me: "OH, the iron bank."

Yara

Mom: "Oh, there she is!"

Yuron says he's gonna fuck the queen

Mom: "Hah! Good luck with that."

Yuron talks to Cersei

Mom: "This guy thinks he's gonna get laid."

Me: "God, this fucking guy."

Mom: "She's inviting him in?!"

Me: "She's probably gonna lock him in a dungeon."

Kyburn offers Bronn gold

Mom: "Bullshit."

Kyburn tells Bronn to kill both Tyrion and Jamie

Me: "He's friends with both of them. He's not gonna do that."

Cersei and Yuron

Mom: "She's drinking and fucking and she's pregnant. She's lying. She's not pregnant."

Yuron: "I'm going to put a prince in your belly."

Me: "'Already got one, thanks.'"

Mom: "She's not! She's pretending to be pregnant."

Me: "What?!"

Mom: "Because she's fucked up!"

Ship

Arrows just start flying into heads

Me: "Oh!"

Mom: "The fuck?"

Me: "Theon!"

Mom: "Oh! He's going to get her! 'Cause the uncle's busy getting laid."

Theon finds Yara

Mom: "She's gonna punch him."

Yara headbutts him

Mom: "'That's for letting him take me.'"

-

Winterfell

Mom: "That's a lot of people. A lot of tents. How IS she supposed to feed them all?"

Me: "Well, nobody kept her in the loop so she couldn't prepare. That's why she's pissed."

Mom: "I think everything's going to get very intense very quickly."

Davos says Daenerys has to earn the loyalty of the North

Mom: "How? She's a bitch."

Dragons

Mom: "This is gonna be so romantic."

Jon hobbles trying to get on the dragon

Mom: "Hahaha, oh God. He's scared to death."

Mom: "Oh my God. I'm gonna throw up."

Daenerys: "We could stay a thousand years."

Mom: "Aww, remember the other one said that about the cave?"

Gendry forging dragonglass

Mom: "He's gonna make something special."

Me: "He's gonna make Arya a sword 'cause he loooves her."

Sansa gets pissy with Jon

Mom: "She's all about the titles. Maybe he should've brought one of those things back for HER."

Me: "No, she doesn't know anything because he doesn't tell her anything. She couldn't do any PR ahead of time."

Daenerys meets Sam

Mom: "Sam! We love Sam."

Me: "And she killed his family."

Mom: "Oh."

Daenerys tells Sam she killed his father and brother

Me: "Grow a conscience, bitch."

Mom: "Right? These are humans. These are people."

Sam runs out

Me: "Bran!"

Mom: "... He's waiting for him."

-

The Wall-ish?

Tormund and co skulk through a destroyed building

Mom: "Where are they?"

Me: "That one town where they go to the whorehouse."

Mom: "No! Don't go in there! There's blood everywhere and there's no bodies! Do not go down the tunnel where you're gonna get all trapped and cornered and bottlenecked with the dead."

She sounds like Rick from The Walking Dead but she's not wrong

Mom: "The redhead cannot die! He needs to be with Brienne and have babies!"

Edd: "STAY BACK, HE'S GOT BLUE EYES!"

Mom: "Hahaha!"

Mom: "Oh no!"

Me: "Shh!"

Dead Umber boy screams

Me: "AHH! GAH-HAH!"

Mom: "Christ, how long is he gonna scream for? Oh, what's that symbol mean?"

Me: "I don't know."

-

Winterfell

Mom: "Who's that sneaking in? Is that The Hound? No, The Hound's already there."

Me: "Jamie."

Mom: "Jamie?!"

Me: "He's only holding the reins with his left hand. It's Jamie. He's gonna warn them about Cersei."

Sure enough

Wheelchair comes into view

Me: "BRAN WAS WAITING FOR HIS ASS!"

Mom: "OH GOD! HE PUSHED HIM OUT THE WINDOW!!!"

Me: "AND HE KNOWS NOW!"

Bran and Jamie have that tense stare across the yard

Me: "'Didn't think I'd make it, did ya? Welllll I did.'"

-

After the show

Mom: "Are we watching another one?"

Me: "Yeah, we can."

Mom: "I don't know if I want to."

Me: "Why?"

Mom: "It's getting sad now."

Me: "This one was fun, with the dragon ride and the 'He's got blue eyes!' 'I've always had blue eyes!'"

Mom: "It's called Game of Thrones, not Game of Fun."