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mhsdatgo · 4 months

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By the way, you can say you hate characters and STILL admit that they were abused or harassed. There's literally nothing wrong. Denying it or romanticizing it because of a strange kink of yours won't make your hate any less evident, trust me.

Rhaenyra was abused. She's continuously taken advantage of, and brushed away the moment she isn't needed anymore. And she experiences this first hand with her own father, who completely ruins motherhood for her when she grows up watching Aemma get impregnated and either miscarry or have the baby be stillborn or die in the cradle. If Viserys had been by her side as a supporter to her claim since the start, he wouldn't have gotten Aemma pregnant again and again in the pursuit of a male child. He wouldn't have married Alicent for the same reason. Even after, the only reason why he still stands by her side, and it's time the fandom accepts this, it's solely because of his grief and guilt, because Rhae is the only remnant of Aemma.

And there it starts. Firstly, groomed and left alone naked and alone by her uncle in a brothel. Secondly, slept with Criston Cole (although she did coerce him, that's still a literal TEENAGER) then she's married to a gay man and still approached super young by her new bodyguard and just one year later she's started giving birth to his children. (Side note: FUCK Rhaenyra x Harwin. FUCK with reverb. With hard K.)

And up to this point, most fan agree that she's had a shitty life, although I don't agree with some of her choices. (like her treatment of Criston Cole and the bastards, not because I'm some kind of bigot, but because passing bastards as trueborn in THAT precise world sets them up for failure, not being legally deserving of a thone DOES NOT mean me hating them. That's for another post.)

To top it all off, she meets her uncle again, and there starts the fanfic self insert. They have sex on a beach the day of Laena's funeral, the only one of the three wives he's ever been canonically loyal to (FUCK you writers) and fans think it's soulmates meeting again or sum shit. They subtly threaten Laenor to fake his death or actually die (that's what they were trying to do, cope harder) and marry mere days after the death of Laena.

Yes, all cute and romantic (for Dumbnyras twats) but literally, has it done anything good? For Rhaenyra or like, anyone else? It just brought Daemon closer to the line of succession. Literally. That's all the good it has done.

Fast forward to ep 10. How do I even start with this? Only Jace seems to be on Rhaenyra's side. It's clear he only obeys to Daemon out of fear and is scared to talk back to him. Meanwhile, he COMPLETELY disregards his wife's, and by his faction's loyalties, QUEEN's, orders, he ignores her wails of pain as she miscarries their daughter out of pure shock and grief for her father's death. He lashes out and chokes her on the same day and people still see him as the malewife to Rhaenyra's girlboss. They're always ready to do award-deserving mental gymnastic to justify this man.

"He was planning war because he wanted to distract himself!!!!" "He only choked Rhae because he was mad at Viserys, he'd never hurt her!!!!!!"

Fuck off. Coming from probably Rhaenyra's #1 hater. Fuck. Off. Don't say you care about her place in the view of men when you're ready to justify shit like this.

This is the same man who runs off and has an affair with a teenager, and then prefers going on and having a badass death instead of joining his wife and children who need him in King's Landing.

Do I like Rhaenyra? No. Do I think that, because of this, she's never been abused, or exploited in any way, in her life? ALSO no. My distaste for her character has NOTHING to do with Viserys, Criston, Daemon, Harwin or literally ANYONE ELSE in her life.

Alicent Hightower time, baby.

My mother, my aunt, my grandmother, my entire bloodline, my Roman Empire. And more. To anyone who thinks of her as nothing but a bitter/jealous girl, go read @feretrumdulcia 's post about this matter cuz there's literally no one I've seen that words it better. (And bub if you're reading, long live you and the way you think.)

https://www.tumblr.com/feretrumdulcia/720746371814195200/i-have-seen-quite-often-that-many-people-consider

Anyone who can read this and argue that Alicent is envious/jealous or bitter, honestly needs to take the heart shaped sunglasses off, get off tumblr and Ao3, learn what media literacy is and start learning how to possess a crumble of it. To us it makes sense to synpathize with both, because we've seen the big picture. To Alicent, Rhaenyra gave her virtue to the man that almost killed her brother, and chose to believe she did not out of trust and maybe nostalgia for her friendship and easier times, only to have her father be blamed and taken away from her as a result.

She has four kids in the span of, how much? Five, six years? Seven at best? Helaena and Aemond are NINE MONTHS APART. Viserys didn't even let her rest after she gave birth to her daughter. And I'm convinced 100% that he kept her as Idk some whore he didn't need to pay for because it's stated that he never wanted Aegon but the son he butchered Aemma for. Why keep on bedding her and forcing children on her when you'd never get what you want from her?

Throughout the series she's called bitter and downright a c*nt for this and that reason. She tries convincing Viserys that Rhae's children are CLEARLY bastards and she's setting herself and them up for failure by committing treason and putting them on the throne? Nah, power hungry, jealous, bitter. She marries Helaena to Aegon as a last resort because she's Valyrian and probably would've received proposals worse than the ones Rhaenyra made that would eventually convince Viserys to give her away? Hates her daughter, abuser, shitty mom. Rhae's sons slit her son's eye out instead of running when they had the chance and she rightfully lashes out? Nah, crazy ass, for the dungeons. She gives money and moon tea to her son's rape victim to ensure she gets a way out and isn't forced to have a baby she doesn't want? Bruh, rape apologist. She goes to Aegon and RIGHTFULLY disciplines him? Abuser. Forced to show her feet to a rancid filthy man to know where her son is? Upholds the patriarchy, hypocrite. She convinces Aegon to start fighting for her family because it's either them or the Blacks and he needs to start putting his life together and fight for them, so she crowns him and makes him King? Treason, deserves death, long live the brothel queens.

Somehow, it is ALWAYS HER FAULT. And those few that admit how wronged she was make fun of her.

CAN SHE FUCKING WIN?! Or y'all just hate her because she isn't Valyrian?

Btw almost all of these arguments are the same for Book!Alicent who I personally believe to be FAR MORE than just a bitter stepmom that hates her stepdaughter. She arguably has more reasons to start a coup against her in the books without that prophecy shit.

TLDR; It's OKAY to hate characters and admit they're abused and taken advantage of at the same time. You don't have a moral high-ground on no one because you hate or love a character instead of the other.

#rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #anti daemyra #anti daemon targaryen #anti daemyra stans #team green #team black #anti viserys i targaryen #anti larys strong

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penkura · 19 days

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last forever [1/13]

Summary: Zoro only offered to marry you to keep you out of an arranged marriage with a man much older than you. You agreed with the caveat of ending it via annulment once you received word from your parents regarding the original engagement, despite your growing feelings for your close friend.

Pairing: Zoro x Fem!reader, mentioned Sanami later (like epilogue later so chill)

Warnings: Marriage of Convenience, Fake Marriage, referenced sex (waaaaaay later on), mutual pining, Zoro is bad at feelings but what's new there, eventual romance I promise, mention of past attempted assault (I'll warn in that chapter), creepy older dude later on

Notes: Hello, this is a fanfic I've been working on for a few months now. I'm still not done, but I figured I would go ahead and start posting it here as a cross post with Quotev and AO3. Sometimes I find this, Zoro and the story, hard to write, but I'm trying. This will NOT be a one-to-one rehashing of the arcs but will have more focus on Zoro and Reader's relationship as it progresses. The first two chapters are written in past tense, everything afterward is present tense, sorry about that. I've been having more fun writing present tense instead of past tense. I have the first three chapters completed, I'm still working on chapter four, but hope to have it done for Monday, and I intend to update mostly on Mondays for this one. Zoro and Reader call each other husband and wife at times, it's in italics on purpose. Hope you enjoy this one.

No, you and Roronoa Zoro weren't in love, but he was trying to help you out so you didn't end up in a bad situation or with bodyguards chasing you down to force you back to your home village. When you had told him the story, he was honestly disgusted hearing how your family was treating you like an object to be sold, instead of as your own person. The whole reason you'd run away from home was to avoid this, but a letter brought to you by your family's personal carrier bird a few weeks ago changed that. As soon as you turned eighteen, if you weren't married or engaged to someone else, you'd be forced into marrying the creep that agreed to this when you were just fifteen. While you broke down in tears out of fear, Zoro told you he'd marry you to keep you from being taken back home. You told him he didn't have to, but he brought up that after your family heard, if they dropped the arranged marriage, you could get an annulment and it would be like this marriage never happened. You'd be free from your family and the creep, still able to travel and live your own life.

[Ch. 2]

Never did you think or imagine your wedding day would be like this. In a courthouse in a backwoods town with no real witnesses, to someone you'd only known for about a year and a half now. This wasn't even out of love for him, he'd only agreed to prevent you from being legally forced into marriage with a man several years older than you who had two other wives already.

You were so grateful you couldn't stop crying and thanked him numerous times, never once telling him you hoped you'd never have to get an annulment with him. Your feelings for him were still new, he was a year older than you, but he'd protected you well in the time you knew each other. Of course, you could hold your own as a swordswoman yourself, but Zoro always tried to leave the recon to you while he took out your bounty targets.

So, a week after you turned eighteen, once you reached a small town with a courthouse, you both immediately went there to get this sham of a marriage completed. The clerk looked you both over several times, asking your ages and you lied, claiming you were both twenty-one when she said you'd need parental approval if you were younger than twenty. She didn't ask for proof, instead mumbling something to herself about how it seemed people were getting married younger and younger every year. No more questions about witnesses, parental approval, or identification to prove your ages, the older woman just filled out the paperwork and had you two sign it for processing.

While it was being processed, she sent you to the other side of the room to sit and wait.

"Thank you."

Zoro just shrugged, wishing the old bat would hurry it up so you could find a hotel and get a room so he could go to sleep. "You don't have to keep thanking me."

Nodding, you bit your lip. It was weird to think you'd legally be husband and wife, despite not being in love with each other, but part of you hoped that maybe over time Zoro would come to love you, and you him, so you'd be a few steps ahead of the curve.

The clerk called you both back over a few minutes later, stamping the papers in her hands and pulling a few more. "You're legally married now, congratulations. I've given you an extra copy since you requested it, and here's an annulment form if you've decided you made a mistake. You have six months to fill out and submit it, at any courthouse, otherwise you'll have to get a divorce."

You nodded and thanked the old woman, who told you two to be careful as you both left. You weren't entirely sure why, but if Zoro knew, he kept his mouth shut about it. Once you left, Zoro started looking for a place to stay while you found somewhere you could have dinner. Neither of you planned to stay in this town for more than a night, so you weren't worried about cashing in any bounties that day.

After finding a place to eat, you stayed nearby while you wrote a brief letter to your family and sent it to them, with your marriage certificate, by your family carrier bird. You really just hoped and prayed that they would accept this information and not still demand you return home, whether they wanted to meet Zoro because they believed your letter, or they wanted you to annul the marriage immediately to marry the creep that agreed to it first. Either way, you had no plans to follow their demands or return home.

You and Zoro didn't meet up until it was about dinner time, not a word about your marriage being spoken but your plans to leave the next morning and head to the next town were the main subject. You split off again after dinner, Zoro giving you the second key to your hotel room while he took a walk, in case you wanted to go and shower or go on to bed. You did so, taking a long shower to keep yourself distracted before choosing one of the two beds as yours for the night, laying face down with your face in the pillow. By the time Zoro did return, you were nearly asleep until he woke you when he opened the door.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."

"It's fine…I wasn't sleeping yet."

You weren't sure if it was just you, but things felt awkward with Zoro now. It probably was just you, because he went to bed like nothing was different, telling you that he wanted to leave as soon as possible in the morning. Shells Town was the next destination for the two of you, since a Marine base was there you figured new bounty posters would be available.

You spent the night half awake, unsure of what you were feeling anymore, but you knew one thing.

It was definitely not the kind of wedding day you ever expected to have.

+!+

What do I do, what do I do??

Pacing around the Marine fortress, you didn't know if you should even try to break in and free Zoro or just wait for the month he agreed on with Helmeppo to be up. All of this because he protected a little girl from the brat's dogs and punched him in the face, the spoiled boy using it as an excuse to bring Zoro in like a criminal, and you just weren't sure what you should do. He'd told you not to interfere and when Helmeppo tried to include you in it, you were surprised Zoro threatened him further and said you had no part in the matter.

Stopping, you sighed and crouched, holding your head in your hands and whining. "What do I do…?"

"Hey, you okay??"

The voice above you sounded kind, and you looked up to see a boy with a straw hat and a scarf under his left eye, with another young boy who had pink hair and glasses. Both looked concerned, wondering why you looked like you were fighting a headache outside of the Marine fortress.

"I'm fine…"

"You sure?" The boy in the hat grinned at you, wanting to really make sure you were fine, getting eye level with you while the other boy looked nervously around. "You don't look fine!"

"Luffy!"

You laughed, sighing a bit and standing up, the boy called Luffy following suit. "Yeah, I'm…I'm sure. My friend just…the Marines got him, I'm not sure what to do."

Luffy and the other boy, Koby you learned, both questioned you until you revealed it was Zoro that was your friend, causing Luffy to get excited as he climbed the wall to look into the yard, while Koby was even more nervous than before. He couldn't even believe that you were friends with the notorious pirate hunter Zoro, let alone traveling with him.

"Hey so that's him??"

Koby climbed up with Luffy and nearly fainted, almost falling off the wall when he saw Zoro. You were so focused on the two boys you didn't notice the little girl, Rika, climbing in and over the wall with rice balls in hand. You could hear her offering them to Zoro despite him telling her to scram, before Helmeppo showed up and had her thrown back over the wall, Luffy catching her and surprising you.

"Hey, I'll take her back to her mom's place!"

Luffy nodded and gave Rika to you, letting you run off with her. You got Rika back to her mother's restaurant, making sure she was alright when Luffy and Koby arrived. Luffy told Rika that Zoro actually ate the rice balls Helmeppo ruined, which didn't really surprise you. He had a soft spot for kids, you'd noticed over time, and always tried to help them if he could.

When Helmeppo came back around and started bragging that he was going to have Zoro executed in a few days, Luffy did the same thing and punched him in the face. The three of you ran off, Luffy jumping over the wall to tell Zoro that if he helped him out, he had to join his pirate crew, but Zoro didn't get a chance to fully agree or deny before Luffy ran off to the fortress to find his swords. Koby and you attempted to untie Zoro, but he was arguing against this due to the deal he made with Helmeppo.

"Come on, I only have to last a couple weeks more!"

"He's not gonna let you go! He's gonna have you executed tomorrow!"

"What?!"

Zoro looked at you, wondering if you had heard that or if Koby was lying to him, even though the younger boy had no reason to lie to him.

"I heard every word, that's exactly what he said."

The Marines, including Axe-Hand Morgan, came after the three of you and attempted to fire at you and Koby, but you knew how to use your sword well enough to block them from hitting Koby or you with their bullets.

Luffy returned finally, blocking another set of bullets about to hit the three of you, showing off his rubber powers which actually kind of freaked you out. Zoro, finally having his three swords back, was able to get free and stop the Marines from attacking all of you any further, calling Luffy Captain after agreeing to join his pirate crew. Another shock for you, one that you'd have to deal with later on.

Luffy was the one to beat Morgan, the other Marines all cheering once they realized they were free from the tyrant's reign.

The whole thing made you smile, glad things had worked out, even as Zoro nearly passed out from hunger, making you laugh and shake your head.

"You're so lame sometimes, husband."

+!+

"So why'd you call him husband earlier??"

Face turning red, you looked at Zoro who sat next to you in Luffy's small boat that just barely comfortably held the three of you. Your husband was fast asleep, arms behind his head, but you waved your hand in front of his face to make doubly sure he was asleep, before hearing a light snore come from him.

Scooting across the boat, you sat right next to Luffy who gave you a confused smile.

"Look, Luffy…you can't tell anyone else you recruit."

"Huh?"

You were trying to keep your voice down so Zoro didn't wake, but Luffy acted like he couldn't even hear you.

"Zoro and I are married."

"You're WH–"

You threw your hands over his mouth, looking over to Zoro barely moving, but still fast asleep. You'd quieted Luffy just in time so he didn't wake your swordsman.

"We're married, but it's only because he's helping me with something. We're not in love, we're not a couple. It's…a marriage of convenience okay?"

Luffy nodded, like he understood everything you just told him. He didn't really, but he at least understood you and Zoro weren't in love, just married.

Weird, but he thought he got it.

"Please, don't tell anyone. I'm waiting to hear from my family before we annul the marriage."

That part confused him, but Luffy decided to agree and promised he wouldn't tell anyone, he didn't question you further. He thought you and Zoro were close, he wouldn't have been that surprised if you said you two were in love and together, but if you said you weren't, that this was just a friend helping another friend, he'd believe you.

That, and as soon as his stomach started growling he forgot anything else he wanted to ask.

"Do you have any food, Luffy?"

"Nope!" Luffy grinned and your face paled, looking at Zoro who just snored again and you had a feeling of dread.

"Oh lord what have we done?"

#one piece #roranoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #fem!reader #reader insert #one piece x reader #last forever

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sunnysam-my · 1 month

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It's ironic almost that Viv shoves "rep" into her shows and went out of her way to include a deaf child at an adult sex circus show for said "rep" but like. Fuck people with visual disabilities right? Because neither of those shows have considered how people with colorblindness or even mild visual impairment might not be able to even WATCH the shows with how bad their colour balancing is.

Viv has completely ignored that having unique designs and color palettes for your world and characters is not only basic design for cartoons but also how you maybe your show accessible to those who struggle visually

Funny you ask me that, I actually already made a post about that signing scene and distracting captioner's notes, because I have a hearing disorder and wanted to add my two cents.

I can't get over the fact the it wasn't a teenager around the age Fizz was when he went to that show with Blitzø. I genuinely can't think why they decided to have a young child be the fan other than it being more wholesome because it was a child.

Think for a second about why this scene there. Fizz was spiraling, consumed by thoughs of not being enough and being a "fake, sellout jester". He himself was a disabled teenager who wanted to be the greatest clown of his times. He ended up as a fake, sellout jester, just like Blitz said. But he saw himself in that kid. He saw for who really he wanted to perform. I don't think it would be as impactful to him if it was regular imp, but this would make infinitely more sense, on so many levels, if this was a teenager. But no, we gotta have a freaking child, because it's just way more cuter that way, right? I genuinely don't understand what other possible reasons for why this was a child, and not a teenager, could be.

I'm also still not over the fucking captions. I had problems with following what was happening in S02E06 of Helluva Boss, because of weirdly described sounds and big chunks of captioner's notes and jokes. That's unacceptable.

The irony of literally being an asshole to deaf/HoH people by purposeful fucking up the caption, the thing we rely on to be able watch a show, only to "give" a representation to said group next episode is almost funny.

But going back to the visuals, yes, it's so hard to watch. HB is better than Hazbin, but both aren't great if you have any sort of vision disorder, and this is coming from someone who just have the regular stuff, shortsightedness, astigmatism etc. The legally blind and colourblind folks must have it hard. HH is a joke when it comes to any sort of contrast. Even if they decided to stick to red(-ish) colours, there's still so much shades to work with. It isn't a impossible to make monochromatic art. In fact it's actually a popular training tool for young artists to learn how to do it even when you have more colours.

Here's some examples of monochromatic and mostly monochromatic art done right.

Now compare one of them with a screenshots from HH, both without saturation (black and white).

Hazbin Hotel isn't even monochromatic and fails miserably at any contrast. So no, it isn't just the problem of lack of hue (colour) differentces, it overall just failed at colour and contrast balancing, especially in the hotel, and there's no defending HH on this, because you have three sliders god damnit!

#hazbin hotel critique #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critical #disability representation #disability pride #disability #art #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #vivziepop #vivziepop critical #hazbin hotel #helluva boss

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shadowlali · 6 months

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mayor que usted - ch. 3 [epilogue]

COD AU - Coronel Alejandro Vargas x fem!reader

[18+] wc: ~7.6k series masterlist

series summary: You live a carefree and happy life in Las Almas now that El Sin Nombre is gone. Unbeknownst to the people, a new narco moves in with his eyes on you and nothing to lose. Alejandro steps up as your pretend boyfriend while Los Vaqueros stage a plan to take down this new threat. It's fake dating until it's not. You and Alejandro slip into the roles too well and lines begin to blur. Will Alejandro be able to let go of his own rules to allow himself the chance to find love? Based off this request.

warnings: NSFW, some proofreading, no use of y/n, not too many descriptions of reader (Alejandro is taller than reader), age gap (not specified but keep it legal), stalker behavior by unwanted suitor, mentions of blood/violence/death/killings, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of narcos/cartels, mentions of drugs, mutual pining, size kink, fingering, oral (f! receiving), unprotected p in v, creampie, HEA a/n: almost a week after i said i would post :( thank you once again for being patient, i had the chapter finished but i still wasn’t content and ended up switching/adding a few things. life also got pretty busy. this is indeed the final chapter but maybe in the future i’ll write more about this lovely couple <3 hope you enjoy!

Reader's P.O.V.

The first thing you notice when waking up is the stench. A mixture of mold, sweat and heavy chemicals. It seeps through the walls and into your skin. You feel heavy, not just from the pounding headache, but from the thick air and your inability to move. You lift up your head slowly, doing your best to open your eyes. You have no idea of where you are or even what your last memory is.

“Ah, she’s finally waking up.”

You freeze, recognizing that disgusting voice… León. Even through the fog in your brain you manage to recall the trip to the coffee shop that resulted in being kidnapped. It only took a matter of minutes for León to subdue you. The only reason you knew it was him before you were knocked out was because of the nauseating cologne and the sparkle of heavy chains around his wrist. Fear courses through your veins but you try to stay calm.

You open your eyes slowly, noticing the dirty walls and liquor bottles that litter the floor. You’re sitting on a hard metal chair, unable to move because of a thick cord that binds your legs and arms. León stands facing away from you, leaning over the counter while he uses a small card and a rolled up bill to inhale a white powder divided in little lines. While he inhales, you take in the rest of your surroundings. It seems like a run down trailer from the small space and the peeling newspaper that covers the windows.

León turns around, a sick smile on his face. He wipes away the powder left on his nose and walks slowly to you. You stay quiet, your throat constricting from the sudden need to vomit. A million questions run through your head. Why are you tied up? What does León want with you? Does Alejandro know you’re gone? He stands right in front of you, reaching a hand to caress your jaw. You flinch away from his touch.

He makes a tsks sound and quickly moves to grip your jaw. “Don’t be rude, princesa.”

You hold in your whimper of pain and try to move away from his hand. “Stop, let me go–”

He moves his hand lower, squeezing your neck. You can feel the dainty chain dig into your skin. León removes his hand to touch it, seemingly mesmerized by the butterfly.

“Is this how you treat me,” he demands,” after I buy you your favorite flowers? You go off and start dating some pendejo?”

He yanks the chain off, throwing it on the small counter. Tears prick your eyes from the sting of pain and the loss of the necklace, the necklace Alejandro gave you. León’s eyes are becoming wild, dilated from the drugs in his system.

“I don’t like red roses,” you spit out,” and Coronel Alejandro Vargas is going to find me. We’ll see what he does to you.”

León barks out a laugh, reaching behind his back to pull out a handgun. “You think he’ll find you before or after I kill you,” he growls while pressing the gun to your temple.

Your body runs cold yet it doesn’t stop you from talking. “Does it matter? You kidnapped the girlfriend of the man who took down El Araña and El Sin Nombre… people who had so much more money and manpower than you. You think he’s not already here? Maybe lurking outside–”

“¡Cállate, cállate!” León screams,” Hija de tu puta madre! He–he won’t bring me down! I will make sure I destroy everything he loves just like he destroyed my labs.” [Shut up, shut up! Daughter of a bitch!]

He paces around the small space, waving the gun in the air as he thinks. You stay quiet, too scared to speak again.

“I’m building an empire. One that you, princesa, could have been a part of. But instead you chose him, and he’s doing everything he can to destroy me.” León stops pacing to stand in front of you again. With the tip of his gun he lifts your chin. “I know Vargas is going to find us eventually… I’m going to make sure he watches me put a bullet in your head, princesa.”

He taps the gun to your chin and walks out with those final words. Tears burn hot behind your eyes and the feeling of wanting to vomit only intensifies. You hold it in as best as you can, not wanting to draw attention to yourself as you see a man walk in with a machine gun strapped to his chest. He gives you a once over but fortunately stays standing by the door.

The guard's phone rings and he turns away to answer it. You take that time to wiggle your wrist, trying your best to loosen the restraints. By the grace of god, the restraints give out almost immediately. Before the cord can fall to the ground you hold it in your hands. An idea pops in your head right as the guard finishes the call. You swing your body on purpose, tipping the chair over and landing on your side.

You let out a small grunt of pain and see the guard place his phone on the counter and walk over to pick you up. Luckily he doesn’t notice your untied hands, roughly sitting you back up with the chair.

“¿Eres una estúpida o qué?” he spits out. [Are you stupid or what?]

Your arm pulses from landing roughly to the ground but you stay quiet. You’re not sure what to do next to get him to leave the phone but by another miracle someone pounds on the door. The guard steps out and you take the moment to drop the cord from your hands and lean down to unravel the restraints that tie your legs to the chair. Even if you go down tonight, you’ll make sure you go down fighting.

Free from your restraints, you stand up on unsteady legs and swipe the phone. Seeing that it's a flip phone, you quickly punch in Alejandro’s number, hoping he picks up. It only takes one ring and you hear his staticky voice through the phone.

“Hello?” his gruff voice answers.

“Alejandro?” you try to keep your voice quiet, ”Alejandro can you hear me?”

“¿Nena? Nena ¿eres tú?” His voice softens but still sounds panicked. “Where are you? Hold–hold on, stay on the line so I can trace you–” [Is it you?]

You feel your throat close, tears fall freely down your cheeks at the sound of his voice. “Ale, I don’t have much time but it was León,” you take a deep breath,” I don’t know where I am but please, he wants to kill–”

You feel the trailer shake from the guard walking up the small stairs. You end the call and delete the number quickly, throwing yourself back in the chair. You just manage to wrap the cords around your legs, no time to re-wrap them around your arms, before you hear the man laugh on the other side of the door. He opens it, barely taking a glance at you to grab his phone and once again close the door.

You don’t even try to stop the tears that fall freely from your eyes, hoping Alejandro is able to do something, anything to save you from León.

- - -

Alejandro’s P.OV.

He hears the call disconnect, not wanting to believe it's true,” Nena! Mi amor, please answer me! Kill? Kill who–”

“The call ended, Coronel.” Rudy’s soft voice interrupts Alejandro.

Alejandro slams his phone on the desk, the object bouncing and landing on the floor. He doesn’t pick it up, leaving it exactly where it lands. His heart pounds rapidly, blood rushing to his ears. The panic hasn’t stopped since he received a call from your boss, informing him that you hadn’t returned and the soldier assigned to protect you was found in their alleway, a gash on his head from being hit.

Alejandro immediately rushed over, finding the soldier being loaded onto a stretcher, still unconscious from the hit. Once your coworkers told him you were walking towards the local coffee shop, he rushed over to see a group of employees from both the coffee shop and the corner store talking about what they heard. They presented him with your broken phone, which was found right next to darkened tire marks from where León’s car sped off.

He didn’t know it was León for sure, but he had high confidence that it was. The conversation he just had with you confirmed his suspicions. Alejandro feels like he’s going insane. Every emotion ranging from anger and terror and panic has invaded his body for the last hours. He can usually compartmentalize his feelings when under pressure, but this is different. Your life, your well-being, you are involved in this.

His reality has shaken, shifted for the worse. Los Vaqueros have been broken up into groups, some scouting the area you were taken from to others reviewing the various security cameras from that part of town. Alejandro is so close to breaking, the only reason he hasn’t is because he needs to ensure you get home safe. Rudy is his lifeline through all of this, keeping Alejandro focused and not letting him destroy his office.

“Alejandro? Alejandro!” Rudy’s voice cuts through Alejandro’s thoughts once more. “We were able to trace the phone call—“

“To where? Where?”

“Another location in the mountains. Not too far from here, but it isn’t precise. The call lasted less than a minute.” Rudy states.

“Let’s send out some drones to scout the area while we prepare a team. She mentioned something about kill, Rudy,” Alejandro's voice breaks, completely terrified.

Rudy places his hand on Alejandro’s shoulder, noticing his bloodshot eyes and the lines that mar his face. Alejandro looks like he’s aged many years in the hours you’ve been gone. “We’re going to find her, Coronel. She’s going to be okay.”

Their thermal cameras catch a large group of people in a field. Once again with a similar set-up of tents, trailers and semi trucks. In the footage Alejandro makes out a much larger trailer, surrounded by armed guards and a car parked in front. A car that matches the description of the one caught in the security cameras back in town.

His stomach churns, knowing that you’re most likely being kept there. He hopes, prays that León hasn’t done anything to you, that you weren’t caught with the phone. Alejandro and Rudy set their plan in motion. Surrounding the field, they park a few clicks away. They decide it’s best to enter quietly with two groups, one entering through the back while the other enters through the front.

Alejandro and his team enter through the back, taking down the guards that surround the perimeter. They spread out in small groups, walking slowly through the mazes of trailers and tents. Even if Los Vaqueros aren’t here to take down León, the way the labs are set up is bound to cause an explosion soon. Alejandro has the sudden urge to start destroying the labs, but he stops himself, not until he has you in his arms and a bullet in León’s head.

With a quick swoosh he stabs one and another in the neck. Adrenaline runs through his body and gives him the strength to move the bodies behind a trailer. Alejandro works his way through the trailers and tents, his eyes on the big trailer that most likely holds you. He tries to stay as quiet as possible, not wanting any of the men to get trigger happy with their machine guns or grenades.

- - -

Reader’s P.O.V

You don’t know how long it’s been. The chemical-filled air is messing with your senses. You try not to breathe too deeply, but it’s difficult to avoid it. Hours pass and unfortunately León returns. He slams the door and paces around the trailer. He’s breathing erratically, running his hands through his hair and tugging at his collar.

“Esto no puede—esto no puede estar pasando!” León yells while slamming his fist on the counter. [This can’t be—this can’t be happening!]

He turns to look at you, fixing you with an ugly stare. You can tell the drugs are affecting him from the constant fidgeting. You’re not sure if he’s taken more or if it's the same lines from earlier.

“I make good product,” he motions to himself, ”I make some good fucking product! There’s no—there’s no reason for people to be dying from this!”

He’s yelling now, kicking the liquor bottles on the floor and knocking over anything that he can get his hands on.

“I know what I’m doing,” he points an accusatory finger at you, ”my product was going to change this entire fucking region!”

You stare back, wide-eyed and confused. He breathes deeply before turning around and placing both hands on the counter.

“You really should’ve chosen me, princesa” he whispers,” I would’ve been the better choice.”

He stumbles slightly, reaching a hand into his jeans to reach for his gun. You’re paralyzed with sudden fear, wondering what he’s going to do. I have to do something, I have to do something, I have to do something, is repeated over and over in your head. Even if you can’t physically overpower him, you still have to try. Thinking quickly, you loosen the restraints around your arms and legs.

In León’s drugged out state, he barely notices your movements. You grab the chair and with all your strength, slam the metal object on his head. León grunts in pain and falls. You take that opportunity to reach for the gun on the counter, immediately stepping back. Your body is so weak after inhaling the heavy air, that you double over on the other side of the counter.

“Pendeja, I’m going to make sure you regret that.” León growls. He stands up, grabbing onto the counter to right himself.

A wave of dizziness hits you again, León taking the opportunity to grab you by the arm and throw you to the floor. Your head hits the floor hard, the gun falling out of your hands and sliding away.

“No!” you scream, feeling León grasp at your leg.

With all the strength left in your body, you kick him square in the chest. You begin crawling away and immediately kick him again when he tries to reach for you. León sees you reaching for the gun and throws his body to grab it first.

You beat him to it, picking it up and pointing. You don’t think, immediately pulling the trigger twice. The gun vibrates in your hands and you feel the recoil from the force of the two shots. Your hands shake and tears once again begin to fall from your eyes. You barely recognize the sound of ongoing gunshots outside and the sound of a body hitting the floor.

The door to the trailer slams open and even with your eyes blurry and your body trembling, your turn on your knees and point. It’s not until you hear your name being called by the voice you love so much that you bring both hands down. Warm hands grasp yours and take the heavy gun away from you. Strong arms wrap around you and Alejandro’s woodsy scent invades your nose.

“Shhh, mi amor. You’re okay, you’re okay,” he whispers,” I’ve got you, baby. I’m here.”

You’re sobbing, melting into Alejandro’s arms and breathing him in. He presses warm kisses on your forehead and rubs your back with soothing circles.

“You did so well, baby. Held up all on your own,” Alejandro murmurs on your forehead, ”We need to leave. We need to go now.”

He doesn’t give you much room to argue, standing you up and tugging you towards the door. He doesn’t let you take a look at what happened to León, keeping your head pressed to him. He pauses by the counter for a brief moment then helps you down the small steps of the trailer. You hear shouts and see the blood orange light of a fire out of the corner of your eye, but Alejandro drags you along with him, not stopping to talk to anyone.

You’re loaded into a Jeep, practically sitting on Alejandro’s lap. The tears don’t stop and you keep your head pinned into Alejandro’s neck, inhaling his warm skin. It’s hard to process what’s happened, from the moment you were abducted to the moment you fired two shots. You have no idea what happened to León, and you can’t find the energy to care.

The car eventually slows down and you look up to see you’ve arrived onto base. The tears have stopped, but you want nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep for eternity. Alejandro has other plans, immediately taking you to their on-site doctor. You sit on the exam table, holding onto Alejandro while he stands. The doctor, a kind older woman, asks you a few questions but you assure her nothing happened except inhaling the fumes and hitting your head.

“I think it’s best you stay here so I can monitor for the next few days, okay?” She suggests, her soft voice and Alejandro’s hand on your back calming you down.

“That’s a good idea,” Alejandro agrees.

Too exhausted to speak, you nod and hold onto Alejandro while he takes you to one of the beds in their small infirmary. He doesn’t let your hand go, not when they take blood to run tests or insert an IV. You think it’s for your comfort, but one look at Alejandro’s face and you realize he needs this just as much as you. His eyes scan your entire body, as if he still can’t believe you’re safe and with him. Alejandro stays with you the entire time, holding your hand when you fall asleep from the exhaustion.

- - -

Alejandro’s P.O.V.

He watches you sleep, running his hand over your arm and whispering sweet words when you’re in the middle of nightmares. Alejandro still can’t believe it, that you’re here, finally safe and with him. He couldn’t imagine, didn’t want to think about what he would do if he lost you. Now more than ever he’s committed to forever being in your life, in any way you allow him.

Alejandro barely notices his own exhaustion, not wanting to leave your side in case you wake up. Movement at the door causes him to stand up, Ximena and Rudy walking in quietly. Rudy stands by the end of the bed while Ximena engulfs Alejandro in a tight hug. He wraps his arms around her and squeezes tight.

“Thank you for bringing her back,” she whispers.

Alejandro kisses the crown of her head and she steps back, wiping away the tears from her face. Rudy nods to the door and Alejandro follows, leaving Ximena to stay while you sleep. Once outside of the infirmary, Alejandro notices the injury on Rudy’s face.

“I’m fine,” Rudy assures, ”it’s a little sore but not too bad.”

Alejandro nods, clapping Rudy on the shoulder and bringing him in for a hug. “Anyone else hurt?” he asks once they separate.

“Nothing the doctor couldn’t fix. Leon has a shitty cartel,” Rudys says with a laugh, ”our men are fine. Them? Not so much.” Rudy immediately stops laughing, as if remembering something. “There’s–there’s something else, Coronel.”

Alejandro crosses his arms over his chest, and raises his eyebrow, nervous at what Rudy has to say.

“León had some of his men test out a new product. It killed them… We don’t think it hit the streets in Las Almas or any surrounding towns, but we’ll keep a lookout.”

“Good. Thanks, Rudy. ¿Y León?” [And]

“One in his shoulder and another in his stomach,” Rudy states,”We took him to the hospital but I don’t know if he’s going to make it. We did catch his second-in-command unharmed, pendejo was trying to escape in one of the cars but we shot out the tires. If they have any other labs in Las Almas, we’ll find them, Coronel.”

“So we don’t need León anymore?” Alejandro asks, more to himself than to Rudy.

“No, I guess not…What happened in there? You’re usually a much better shot if you were trying to kill him.”

Alejandro shakes his head, looking back into the infirmary to take a glance at your sleeping form. “I wasn’t the one who shot him.”

Rudy glances at you, nodding with pride once he understands.

“She’s going to be sleeping for a few hours. If you or Ximena can stay with her until I come back–”

“Where are you going?” Rudy asks.

“I need to make a trip to the hospital.”

Rudy stares at Alejandro for a few moments, noticing the serious look in his eyes. He opens his mouth, ready to stop him, but another glance at your sleeping form has Rudy shutting up. He nods and pulls Alejandro in for another hug. Alejandro walks out to his truck, quickly getting in. Sitting in the driver’s side, he contemplates his next actions. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out your broken necklace that he found in the trailer. The broken butterfly winks back at him in the low light. Alejandro makes a decision and puts the car into drive.

No one pays too much attention to Alejandro when he walks into the small hospital. Not when he asks for the room León is staying in or when he closes the door and shuts the blinds. The hospital staff continue with their tasks, even when they hear León's heart monitor turn into a shrill alarm. Alejandro emerges minutes later, only slightly winded. He leaves the door to the room open, and once when he’s peeled out of the parking lot, do the nurses and doctors go in to turn off the machines and announce a time of death.

You’re in and out of sleep in the days that follow, waking up only to eat or shower. Alejandro is there every step of your recovery, only leaving for a short while when you encourage him to get some rest. Once the shock wears off and the doctor informs him that you're in perfect condition, Alejandro takes you back to his ranch. His mom and Rudy’s mom are there waiting, ready to dot on you and make sure their sons are okay.

Alejandro doesn’t want to leave you, even if all threats have been eliminated. But there’s still the matter of finding and destroying the rest of the labs.

“Nena?”

You look up, placing the boxes of tea and cookie tins on the table. His mom and you have been preparing food and a care basket for the soldier assigned as your bodyguard. You felt awful once you were told he was hurt after the altercation with León. Fortunately, he was recovering well at home with his family.

“Yes, Ale?” you ask, walking over to Alejandro and wrapping your arms around his middle.

He tilts his head to land a soft kiss on your lips, his body calming down once you return it. “I need to leave with Rudy for a few days,” he murmurs,” we need to make sure it’s done.”

“I’ll be fine,” you assure him, ”I feel much better. Plus, your moms and Ximena will keep me company.”

“This will all be over soon, mi amor. I promise.”

“Promise?” you ask.

“I promise,” Alejandro affirms.

It’s not difficult to convince the second-in-command to give up the rest of the labs. Alejandro and Rudy are thorough and efficient in their interrogation methods. They find out more about León in the process as well. He wasn’t anyone special, just an idiot who thought making and selling drugs would bring in easy money. He had no real plans or strategies, only dumb luck that ran out very quickly.

Los Vaqueros find and set it all on fire, wiping away León’s small cartel and his entire existence. It’s not until the last tent and barrel of chemicals is knocked down does Alejandro finally feel peace.

“Ready to go home?” Rudy asks, glancing at the rearview mirror as he drives. “Nightmare is finally over.”

Alejandro nods, recognizing that he’s right. Rudy and the other Vaqueros engage in conversation on the drive back to base. Alejandro stays quiet, thinking about… you. Even before the last of León’s cartel was taken down, this was mostly all finished. Yet, you returned his kiss, leaned into his touch, helped him pack his bags and hugged him tight before he left.

It wasn’t because his mom was there and you felt the need to continue with appearances, it was simply because you wanted to. The night and morning you two shared, wrapped in each other’s arms, is still fresh in Alejandro’s mind. He’s confident in his love for you, in his need to have you in his life for the rest of eternity.

Reader’s P.O.V.

You hear the sound of the front door opening, waking you from your sleep. It’s past midnight, so you quietly run down the hallway, recognizing Alejandro’s footsteps. He stops in his tracks, opening his arms for you. A muffled oomph and laugh escapes his mouth at the force of your hug.

“You’re back,” you whisper,” are you okay? And Rudy?”

“Sí, mi amor. We’re all okay,” he whispers back,”and it's all over. Exactly like I promised.”

His hands cradle your jaw and he brings his lips down to meet yours. You breathe in, running your hands up and down his hard chest. He steps back after placing a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Who else is here?”

“Just your mom and Ximena,” you respond, ”they’re in my room.”

“Let’s go to the patio then. I want to talk to you, nena.”

Alejandro grabs a blanket from the basket in the living room and leads you to the back patio. He sits down on the patio couch first, then tugs you down to sit right next to him. You shiver slightly, partly due to the cold air and also because you’re curious at what he wants to talk about. There’s a million things he could say, but your mind races and scrambles. He wraps the blanket around you both and breathes in deep. He cups your jaw and runs his thumb over your lips, scanning his eyes over your face.

“Te amo.”

Your eyes widen at his statement and your heart begins to beat faster. You open your mouth to respond but he places a finger over your lips, shushing you.

“Let me finish, please.”

You nod, wanting to hear what else he has to say.

“Te amo con toda mi alma, nena. I think I have for a long time… I was just too scared to admit it,” he asserts. “This–this fake relationship that we had, it didn’t feel… it didn’t feel fake to me. I knew it was, I knew, I understood why we had to but–but it was difficult to separate—I couldn’t pretend, not with you. Never with you.” [I love you with my entire soul]

Alejandro cradles your head in both hands. He’s close enough to where you can see the tears pool in his dark brown eyes, even in the moonlight. Tears cascade down your own face, emotions clogging your throat.

“You deserve someone different, someone younger and less bloodstained–”

“Ale–” you interrupt, shaking your head.

“No, nena. Let me finish,” he whispers. “None of those things stopped me from falling in love with you. Even if you don’t feel the same, I’ll always be here. I’ll always protect you and find you and love you. I failed, I let León take you away. But it won’t happen again, I swear.”

“Ale,” you cry out,” I love you. I love you so much.” You press a kiss to his mouth, tasting your own tears mixed with his. “It felt real to me too. Please, don’t think León was your fault. That was all him. It was all his fault. And you saved me, you found me in less than a day. You took down everything,” you assert, ”you made sure he and his drugs will never hurt anyone ever again.”

You bring your fingers up to his jaw, lightly running your hands through his scratchy beard. He cradles the back of your skull and fuses his mouth to yours. You whimper into his mouth, hoping he can feel the immense amount of love you have for him in this kiss.

“Thank you, baby,” he says while pressing another kiss to your lips, “thank you,” another to your jaw, ”thank you,” another right underneath your ear. “I want you to live with me. I want you to sleep in my bed, I want to watch the sunrise with you before I go to work, I want to come home and listen to you talk about your day, I want to take you horseback riding, I want to take you to see the orchard. I want it all with you, nena.”

You nod to everything he says, wanting all the same things. “I want to live here at your house too–”

“Our home. This is our home,” Alejandro corrects you.

You stay locked in each other’s embrace for the rest of the night. The blanket and Alejandro’s body heat keep you warm. Your lips are swollen and you feel his beard scratch your neck. It’s a feeling you didn’t realize you missed. You both fall asleep, waking up to the sound of the patio door opening and Alejandro’s mom placing two coffee cups on the small patio table.

“What are you going to do with all your stuff?” Ximena asks, pointing to your vanity.

“I think I’m going to give it away? I only need the rest of my clothes and personal belongings.” You say, folding your dress and placing it in a box.

Having returned to work the day before and assuring your coworkers you were okay, you’re now packing up your things. Alejandro was serious when he said he wanted you to move in, taking it upon himself to speak to the landlord and break your lease. He paid for the fees and even told you to grab the things you needed most, promising to buy you anything else. As sweet as Alejandro is, you like your clothes. But you won’t say no if he wants to buy you more.

“So… Can I pick stuff out?”

You laugh, nodding your head. “Yeah, Ximena. Take whatever you want.”

She helps you pack up your things, choosing stuff that she likes and putting them aside. Soon, you hear a knock on the door and find Alejandro, Rudy, and their moms outside. You’re a little confused, knowing that Alejandro was going to help you take things to his house, but unsure of what everyone else is doing here.

“I think it's time to come clean, mi amor,” Alejandro whispers, kissing your cheek.

“About the fake dating thing?” you ask.

“Mhm,” he agrees, “don’t worry, no se enojarán.” [They won’t get mad]

They take it… surprisingly well. They do become somewhat annoyed once they realize the four of you knew, but once Alejandro explains they needed to keep it secret for it to actually be believable, they understand perfectly. And it also helps when Alejandro tells them that the whole fake dating brought you two closer, and now, actually in love.

“We’ll have to plan a wedding soon!” Alejandro’s mom exclaims.

You let out a nervous laugh, “um–”

“Amá, please.” Alejandro interrupts, sending his mom an indiscernible look. [Mom]

She rolls her eyes and turns to look at Rudy’s mom, ”marriage is too much but moving in together isn’t?”

You walk away, feeling your face heat. Alejandro scrubs a hand down his face in exasperation and hits the side of Rudy’s arm once he begins laughing.

“You are so right, Mrs. Vargas,” you hear Ximena agree, laughing along with her brother and mom.

It takes two afternoons for you to pack up your belongings and get rid of anything you don’t want. The guest room at Alejandro’s ranch already has a lot of your other things and Alejandro encourages you to keep that room as yours, especially when you want alone time. You set up the rest of your books and journals on the wooden desk, all gifts from Alejandro from years prior.

“This weekend,” Alejandro starts, tucking you into his side. It’s after dinner and the two of you are sitting on the couch, Alejandro going over reports and you reading a book. “This weekend I want to take you on a picnic. The peach orchard should be blooming by now.”

You put your book down, grabbing Alejandro’s hand. “Yes, that sounds fun!” you say.

- - -

Alejandro’s P.O.V.

Nerves eat at his stomach. Alejandro tries to calm his breathing and instead focus on the dirt path. The drive up to the orchard is picturesque, a testament to Alejandro’s labor. You point in delight at the goats and the addition of two horses in the field. He drives the ATV slowly, telling you about the first peach trees he planted. You listen with rapt attention and he turns to look at you, watching the wind ruffle the frills of your dress and the sun warm your skin.

Alejandro takes you to the perfect spot, one he had already picked the day before. You walk around the trees while he sets up the picnic, gently touching the petals on the flowers and taking pictures on your new phone. He watches entranced, his heart beating rapidly in his chest at the way your eyes light up.

“I’m setting this as my wallpaper,” you say, showing him your screen.

“Pretty, como tú,” Alejandro states. [Like you]

You roll your eyes in fake annoyance, failing to hide a shy smile. He sits down, patting the space next to him.

“This is–this is nice, no, beautiful. All of it, Ale. The farm, the trees, this picnic. You’re really hard-working, you know that right?”

Alejandro shakes his head, feeling his face blush in embarrassment. You giggle, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and landing a kiss on his cheek. He brought all your favorite fruits and cheeses and even managed to make your favorite lemonade. He keeps the picnic basket next to him, keeping your gifts hidden inside.

Butterflies move amongst the flowers, delicate and colorful. The birds chirp and sing all around you. He takes it in, breathes in deep and listens. You’re recounting a story from your childhood, about the first time you went to the library by yourself and could barely carry all the books you checked out. You were back a week later with all the books read and a new list.

He’s always thought your obsession with books and journals is sweet. The first gift he bought you was a journal covered in pink tulips. Los Vaqueros were in the middle of a mission, stopping in a little town for supplies. He walked past the shop window on his way to the Jeep and stopped in his tracks once he saw it. Alejandro immediately walked in and bought it, keeping it in his desk until your birthday.

Alejandro has the sudden urge to kiss you, to feel your warmth on his skin. So he does, tugging you to him and molding his mouth to yours. You taste sweet, like the lemonade and strawberries. Gently, he lays you down on the quilt, moaning once your hands glide through his hair. Your soft thighs open for him and he presses his hips to yours. Knowing how ticklish you are from his beard, he places soft kisses on your forehead then over your eyelids, on the tip of your nose, over the apples of your cheeks, and on your neck.

He pauses, looking at the space where your necklace used to be, now free from any jewelry. “I have–uh, a gift,” Alejandro stutters, sitting back up.

“Oh, um, okay?” You say in confusion.

He reaches into the picnic basket and pulls out a long, thin box. He opens it and flips it towards you to see.

“It’s a new one,” he explains, “I don’t know why the other was broken. If it was ripped off or something else, but I wanted to give you a new necklace.”

It’s the same design as before. The same dainty chain and sparkly gold butterfly. You deserved a new one and he missed seeing something of his on you.

“Ale–I… thank you. Thank you,” you say, placing the box down and reaching to hug him tight. “You shouldn’t have brought me this but,” you place a finger over his lips to shush him,” but, let me finish, I’ll accept it because you won’t take no for an answer. And I also really love it,” you laugh.

“Here let me help you put it on,” Alejandro suggests.

It looks beautiful on you, like most things do. There’s another thing that would fit nicely with it too. Alejandro reaches into the picnic basket again, the nervousness returning.

“I have another gift for you, mi amor.”

“Alright, now you’re pushing it and I feel bad because I didn’t get you anything,” you tease.

There’s a small, square box in his hand. He opens it and presents the ring to you. The same one he saw you look at in the jewelry store. You gasp and cover your mouth with your hands.

“¿Te casarías conmigo?” [Will you marry me?]

You glance at the ring and back up to him. Tears pool in your eyes and you nod. “Yes, yes, yes!” you exclaim.

Alejandro’s lungs inflate with air once he hears your answer. He slips the ring around your finger and pulls you in close, pressing his lips to yours. A chorus of I love you, I love you, I love you is repeated by the both of you. You jump in his lap, hugging and kissing him with so much intensity that he loses balance and falls on his back. He wraps his arms around you, chuckling at your reaction.

“I can’t believe you got the one I wanted,” you whisper.

You hold up your hand and watch the diamond glitter in the sunlight. Alejandro flips you both over so your back presses to the quilt. His lips trail a path from your neck, to the little butterfly and down to your chest. He tugs the thin straps from your dress down your shoulders and runs his nose on your skin.

“Of course I did,” he says, “I have my grandparents' wedding bands that we’ll use for the ceremony. If that’s alright?”

You help him push down your dress, lifting your hips for him to tug the dress down your legs. You lift your chest to unclip your bra and throw it to the side. Alejandro immediately latches his lips to your nipple, sucking gently at the soft skin.

“Yeah,” you moan, “that’s alright with me.”

You arch your back, pushing more of your tit into his mouth. He sucks and bites, laving your sweet skin with his tongue. Alejandro’s fingers drag down to your inner thighs and back up your stomach. His pants tighten at the feel of your heated skin. Goosebumps rise on your skin and you moan, running your hands through his hair. He moves down to press a kiss on your lower belly before sitting up.

He tugs off his shirt and unbuckles his jeans, kicking them off along with his boots. You reach down to wiggle out of your tiny panties. In a single movement he spreads your thighs open and runs his tongue from your warm entrance to your clit, back down and up again. Alejandro’s eyes flutter close and he moans at your taste. He does it again, but this time using only the tip of his tongue to tease you.

It’s been a while since you two were intimate. Kissing and cuddling is the most you’ve done, and Alejandro is perfectly okay with that. He’s wanted to give you all the time and space you need to feel better, and he’s perfectly content to wait longer. But the past week you’ve been more affectionate with him. You’ll run your fingers over his lower stomach and tease his happy trail, lightly rub your ass on his cock when in bed, kiss him until you’re both breathless and panting.

“So wet,” he murmurs, running his thick finger through your folds.

He prods your entrance with two fingers, scooping your slick and slowly fucking it back into you. He’s breathless at the feel of your sticky heat, so grateful to experience this all over again. Alejandro rubs his beard on your inner thigh and kisses the soft skin.

“Oh fuck–that tickles,” you moan, stifling a laugh.

Alejandro speeds up his movements, making sure to press and bump on the spongy spot that makes your back arch. His tongue moves to tease your clit and you gush so nicely around his fingers. It takes all his strength to not reach a hand down and relieve the ache in his hard cock or rut against the ground.

He’s only tasted you a few times, yet he’s memorized every centimeter of your cunt. You whine and grip the quilt as he repeatedly licks your swollen clit.

“Fuck, baby–that’s so good,” you cry out.

He lands a glob of spit on your button and moves his thumb to rub fast circles. Alejandro removes his soaked fingers from your entrance and sinks in his tongue. His thumb continues rubbing and rubbing but his tongue tastes you slow and precise. He moans at your taste, burying his face into your perfect pussy.

Your thighs wrap around his head and you begin to shiver. You pulse and drool right onto his tongue as you come, Alejandro lapping with intensity. Once he knows you’ve had enough he stops, kissing your mound and lower belly. He moves to his knees, brings you in closer and runs light fingers over your inner thighs. Your eyes are closed and your body twitches with the aftershocks.

“Was that good, mi amor?”

“So good,” you mumble.

Alejandro pumps his cock as his eyes scan your pretty face and peaked nipples, down to the slick mess between your thighs.

“How do you feel, baby? Are you going to let me fuck you?” he asks.

You nod your head and open your thighs more. “Please fuck me, Ale,” you whine.

Alejandro leans down to take your mouth, rubbing his tip up and down through your folds. He shivers at the feeling. Your hands frame his jaw and you bite and suck at his bottom lip. Alejandro presses his tip at your entrance and plunges to the hilt. He stills from the heat and flutter of your pussy, wondering if this is what heaven is like.

“Shit, shit–fuck,” he stutters.

"So big–that feels so perfect, Ale," you moan, "you stretch me so good, baby."

He pulls out slowly and plunges back in. Your fingers caress his arms and back and your thighs tighten around his hips. He’s grateful, grateful, so grateful. Alejandro moves his face into the crook of your neck and moans with each thrust of his hips.

“Fuck, I love–love you,” he groans,” so fucking–oh god– fucking perfect for me.”

“I love you,” you whimper, “I love, baby.��

Your little whimpers and breathy pants go right into his ear. Nothing could drag him from this moment, from you. Wet and warm and slick and so beautiful, he thinks. His hips slam faster and faster against your own.

“My pretty fiancé,” Alejandro moans, “all mine.” He reaches for both of your hands, linking his fingers through yours and pressing them onto the quilt. “Isn’t that right, nena?”

“Yeah, ye–yeah, I’m all yours.” you whine. “And you’re all mi–mine, too?”

“Just for you, only for you.” he promises.

Each plunge into your pussy sends heat up his spine. Alejandro feels your fingers squeeze his and the twist of your hips meeting each of his thrusts. Baby, I’m close–oh, oh–so close you chant. Alejandro releases one of your hands and brings his thumb down to rub your clit.

He’s close too, electric-like shocks cascading through his body. Alejandro leans up slightly to watch your face. He pounds into you faster, practically fucking you into the ground.

“Fuck, fuck, fu—” you cry out. Your mouth stays open in a silent scream and you clamp harshly around his cock.

Alejandro’s own orgasm simmers beneath his skin, feeling you fall apart in his arms. His hips move in sloppy, stuttering thrusts before shuddering and releasing deep inside of you. He keeps pounding, making a mess inside of you and all over your inner thighs. The last of his energy is drained and he falls right beside you.

You curl up to his side, placing your head on his chest. The two of you fall asleep for a short while, woken up by a cold gust of wind from the setting sun. Alejandro helps you put on your clothes and has you wait on the ATV while he packs up all the things. The drive back home is quiet and serene, his hand linked tightly in yours.

You shower together, caressing and running soap over each other’s bodies. He holds you close in bed and runs a hand down your soft back.

“Ale?”

“Hmm?” he asks, smiling at the sleepy mumble of your voice.

“Your mom was right.”

“About?”

“We’re going to have to plan a wedding soon,” you whisper.

Alejandro laughs,” yeah, I guess she was right.”

You soon fall asleep, Alejandro holding you close, comforted by the heat of your body and the future ahead.

part 1 | part 2 main masterlist

Taglist: @glitterypirateduck @sw33tsnow @hatterripper31

#alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x female reader #alejandro vargas smut #cod x reader #cod mw2 x female reader #alejandro vargas #cod mw2 smut #shadowlali

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pinkyjulien · 11 days

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Informative post about what's currently going on involving Nexus Mods, Valerie Silverhand, Zwei/Rockergirlfriend, and others

I'll try to keep this as unbiased as possible Screenshots's source will stay anonym Feel free to ignore the post or to share it Most importantly, form your own opinions

▶ Links - Please read the post for context imgur album on current event | Zwei past behavior 2022 | Valerie's added context (available in the replies) | My own last conversation with Zwei

The post will link specific pictures from the linked imgur albums

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Last month, a Nexus User by the name AnciLove uploaded a V preset on Nexus Mods - now deleted

This preset share similarities with Zwei/Rockergirlfiend's V Whenever this was a bait or not doesn't really matter* (*see the 2022 album for why it doesn't matter)

Rockergirlfriend stepped in to call out the modder on their behavior Followed by MeltingAngels multiple comments on their mods and pictures

ValerieSilverhand decided to step in and report Rockergirlfriend's and MeltingAngels's harassements to NexusMods, using a throw away account

NexusMods are strictly against having multiple accounts; it backfired, resulting in a ban of her main account and the report being made public

ValerieSilverhand made a post on Twitter, sharing her stance against bullying

Multiple people are pointing out the public Nexus report, mentioning how Valerie herself was banned for harassement, which is technically false, the ban being for multiple accounts

Emmjay | Adshield | Lucent | BusyVampire | Sneaky

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Now for more context - Again, I will TRY to stay unbiased

I will start by sharing this imgur album, compiling posts from Idylla (@/IdillysSFW) who called out Zwei's behavior back in 2022

Zwei has been harassing people, either actively or passively, for the past 3 years; multiple proofs exist of this despite the fact that Zwei has the habit of deleting her DMs with people

⚠ Biased information / Personal experience Zwei and I used to interact back in 2022 and she often vented in our DMs about people's oc looking "too similar" to her own V for her comfort, often going into their DMs to "confront" them about the "copying" - Again, I do not have proof of it, the DMs being wiped on both sides

Back on topic with the current drama People who know the kind of person she is can be intimidated or scared of what she can do; even if the legal threats and laywers she use are fake, it can still affect someone's mental health greatly

Valerie Silverhand decided to create a throw away account to report Zwei's behavior to NexusMods, in the hope of staying anonymous

As mentioned in the begining of the post, it backfired In NexusMods's moderators eyes, Valerie had 4 accounts, which is strictly against the rules

In February 2024, Valerie created (and since deleted) an account to post this comment on one of BusyVampire mod BusyVampire reported the comment to Nexus In December 2023, her husband (who lives in the same house and share the same IP) posted this comment on one of Adshield mod Adshield reported the comment to Nexus I haven't found anything tied to the DawnJulio9403 account

NexusMods's Moderators, looking at Valerie's IP already being tied to two reported comments, banned her account(s) under the Multiple Accounts Abuse rule

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I am not involved in this situation but I choose to speak up about it, to write this post, for multiple reasons

The main reason being to educate/make people aware of Zwei's behavior before they choose to support her/side ""with her"" What is happening to Valerie Silverhand, this harassement from Zwei and her friends, isn't fair

It's easy to follow the loud crowd, especially when they are modders, virtual photographers that people look up to

But it's important to form your own opinion; and for that, it's necessary to know the full picture, to understand why something happened the way it did

We are all humans and we ALL make mistakes

I fully understand how frustrating it is to see someone, who did so much wrong to so many people, being praised, but creating side accounts to leave hateful comments on content you don't like isn't the way to go; use the block button, it's here to help you curate your space

Feeling icked or triggered by someone's OC doesn't give you any right to "claim" a look either; you can NOT harass people because their OC look "too similar" for your own comfort. Nobody owns vanilla CC options, nobody owns makeup or hair colors, and nobody other than Mike Pondsmith himself owns the terms "Rockerboy" and "Rockergirl"; once again, use the block button, curate your space

Despite my own stance and opinion on the matter, I'm not here to tell you who to """believe"""" / """"support"""" / whatever, take everything you see from anyone with a grain of salt

I simply hope this post can help those who are confused right now in what's going on, and to help y'all to form YOUR own opinion with all the informations I have available on the current situation (and I do not know/have access to everything either)

#cyberpunk 2077 #fandom drama #fandom wank #long post

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What about chubbish and kind reader getting criticized for dating the world's sexiest man of 2022, she felt upset and cries. Chris felt angry at the people who doesn't know about his girlfriend

Sexist Girl Alive (Curvy!Reader)

A.N/WARNING: Screenshots are obvi fake, TW for fatphobia, slurs, people being mean ☹️ but happy ending, photos arent mine (mwah pinterest)

You smiled at the photo of you two, dressed up before a night out. Chris lips lovingly on your cheeks as you smiled happily. You thought you looked great in your new skin tight dress. Sure it showed a few insecurities but you hoped the black would hide it. Your makeup and hair was all done up and Chris couldn’t stop loving on you all night.

You chuckled at the sweet yet corny caption. He would never live it down - would he? You shook your head, grinning like an idiot.

Fighting your better instinct, you went through the comments, chewing your thumb nail as you eyes laid on the key words:

“Fat”

“Cow”

“She takes up the whole mirror.”

“It should be illegal for someone like her to wear a dress like that”

“Chris Evans is legally blind if he thinks she’s sexy”

You licked the taste of salty tears that had landed on your upper lip. You took a shaky breathe out as you quickly wiped away the tears that were forming. You felt pathetic, crying about what a bunch of nobody’s had to say about your body. They were jealous, they didn’t know you, they were protective of their internet boyfriend - your mind ran through all the reasons for such vile comments but that still didn’t stop the feeling of sadness and inadequacy that ran through you.

That was until a wet little nose landed on your cheek, paw pushing the phone away from your face.

“Would you look at that you found mama- baby what’s wrong?” Chris came in, catching your tear stained cheeks and red, watery eyes.

“The um… instagram you posted you-“ You were hiccuping, anxiously patting Dodgers coat. Too embarrassed to meet his eyes, firmly focused on the Instagram comments that were now blurry.

“I didn’t post your nudes did I?!” His face full of concern that he had pulled another, much worse, social media blunder.

“No.” You left out a shaky faux laugh

“You left comments on and well some people aren’t very nice.”

“Show me right now.” His jaw went tight and his expression changed to pure disgust and anger.

You handed him the phone, digging your face into Dodgers coat, drying your tears.

Chris’s eyes scanned the comments, jaw tightening as he grounded his teeth.

“That’s it.” He throw the phone next him, making his way up in a frenzy.

“Chris it’s not a big deal I’m just emotional.”

“It is a fucking big deal.” He raised his voice now, running his hands through his hair in frustration. Chris wasn’t an angry person, rarely getting upset but when you were involved; people better run.

It perplexed him everyday how he thinks he landed the most beautiful woman in the world yet people want to pick apart something as stupid as your weight.

Chris wasn’t blind at all, he was engrossed and obsessed with every curve, every roll, every stretch mark, every sag. He loved them all.

He couldn’t get enough of grabbing your belly whenever he could, even in public. His hand without fail always travelled from your waist to your pudge, slowly stroking the skin or the fabric - it relaxed him.

Or at home when he’d forgo your ass and instead just grab a roll and jiggle it in his hands, fuck, in his mind it was a bonus to your ass, more skin he could fondle and touch and enjoy, more ways to get a whole body ripple out of you.

Or in the morning before you’d wake up when he’d slowly trace your stretch marks, adoring the way they looked like tiger stripes he felt like they were a natural piece of art on your body.

The way your thighs would wrap tightly around his head, a built in pillow for him to rest on while he traced your body with his hands, following the natural trail created by your curves.

How every hug felt soft and warm as you pressed your plump body up against him, he would get so frustrated that he couldn’t grab every single part of you all at once and just squeeze but a hug was the closest thing.

He didn’t think pure beauty existed until he saw you for the first time, he remembers the way he jaw fell agape slightly and his eyes widened desperate to touch you, desperate to have you in his bed every night.

You were his now and he wasn’t going to let some bullshit comments take that away from him.

To take the spark and light out of you, to push you down to a place where you felt you were anything but incredible.

You body wasn’t just a wonderland but the home for the soul in which he adored, his kind, intelligent, resilient, witty, outspoken, well read and highly cultured, drop dead gorgeous woman.

The purity of you being so authentically yourself was sacred to him and he was fiercely protective of you for that.

He dreaded the day the comments got too much and he cringed at the thought of you changing any part of the woman he met for some fucking comments. It wouldn’t happen. Not on his watch.

“You can’t just- you can’t fucking say those things about someone! I mean we go back 200 fucking years and there’s your body in fucking oil paintings around castles and here we are now where your accomplishments, your personality, your kindness, your fucking beauty is just completely shitted on.”

“I dealt with it way before I started dating you.”

“Well it ends now.” He said crouching down in front of you as you sat curled into a ball on the couch.

His eyes had softened and he was desperate for you to meet his. Wanting to assure you with everything he had that this meant nothing to him.

“Baby you know I don’t agree with those comments right. Fuck, you remember how much I couldn’t keep my hands off you that night.”

“And every night before.” You snorted

He gave you a soft smile, happy you were back to making jokes “Exactly.”

“It’s my fault I should of turned comments off but we shouldn’t have to do that. I’m going to write something and that should be the end of it.”

“We shouldn’t react that’s what they want.” You said wearily.

“In no world is that going to be said about you and I just sit back and let it happen. Absolutely not. Now come on, let’s get you in the bath.”

You sunk into the steaming water as the smell of lavender and rose filled your nose and muscles you didn’t realise you were tensing finally relaxed. Repeating mantras of self assurance in your head with the distant sound of Chris scurrying around the bedroom and his muffled voice on the phone.

Getting out and into your robe after an hour you made your way into the bedroom, finding an exhausted Chris waiting for you on the bed.

“Come here I wanna show you something.” He tapped the spot next to him, inviting you to snuggle against his chest as he got out his phone.

You rolled your eyes, sighing as you got comfortable.

“Read.” He said sternly, putting his phone into your hand.

You brushed the tears forming in your eyes from happiness. Two things you could always count on with Chris is his ability to make you the happiest person alive and his passion. Combine them and you’re a babbling mess of gratitude and love. Pulling his head down towards you, peppering kisses all over his face and whispering thank you against his lips.

“Don’t thank me come on now.”

“It was very well said.”

“Yeah well we won’t need this for awhile.” He grabbed his phone from you, throwing it down the bed as he fell off the edge, landing with a small thump.

“Come here sexy, I wanna love on my girl.” You giggled as his beard brushed against your neck as he left wet soppy kisses down your body, untieing your robe to get your unfiltered body in all its glory.

Chris’s comments created a storm of support, bringing up a conversation of why a woman’s body is ever a topic of concern and the high expectations of male celebrity partners to look a certain way.

And months down the line he still stood by them. Stating in an interview:

“I don’t think I have ever been more furious than when I read those comments. You know you have this beautiful, intelligent partner and you’re both in this happy little bubble of love and admiration and then these strangers, randoms on the internet just start attacking them for all the things you love about them. It’s like a kick in the gut. I felt so guilty like it was my fault because she didn’t ask to be famous or anything and it’s not easy to give that privacy and anonymity up to follow your heart but she did it anyways and all she was met with was horrible comments. Man, I was so scared that was going to be it for her and I’d never see her again. It just felt like people don’t realise that’s a real person, we are real people and if you wouldn’t say that to someone’s face then why comment it where they can see? She didn’t deserve that at all and I was going to do everything in my power to make sure it never happened again. She means the world to me, I’d do anything to protect her. I’m just lucky I get to wake up to her everyday and she’s this strong, resilient person who can’t be knocked down easily.”

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