PROWLER MILES USED TO SMILE EXACTLY LIKE THIS. THIS WAS HIM. CAN SOMEONE PLEASE CALL A FUCKING AMBULANCE

The Pack’s Reaction to You Leaving Your Bra at Their House:

Still working on ships and story requests, but decided to take a break and do another Pack reaction post :) 

SAM- “Babe, you left something over here last night, but no worries. I went ahead and washed it for you and figured you could just leave it here for when you spend the night next time.”

JARED- “Wasn’t sure if it belonged to you or my other girlfriend. Wait, babe! I was kidding!!”

PAUL- “Guess that means you have to come back and get it. But you’ll have to ask nicely.” ;)

JACOB- “Gave it to ‘ya so good it made you forget the essentials?” 

EMBRY- “You left the red bra, and you know that one is my favorite! You’re such a tease.”  

QUIL- “Well, it’s mine now. Good luck getting it back.”

SETH- “So last night wasn’t a dream?” 

LEAH- “Really?” *smirks* “Who told you to take it off anyway?” 

heartbreak

Go to - Platonic ash x reader

Major Season 2 Episode 8 spoilers!! Please do not read if you haven't watched it

Summary: The night of Lexi's play, After a fight between you and Fezco you hadn't seen or spoke to him in almost two months, unknown to you (because you attended the play) during the raid instead of Ash not doing what Fez says he runs to your place, what can he say you're both of their go to

warnings: Mentions of murder, fluff, you taking care of ashtray

"You sat in the theater, watching in awe as you watched your best friend finally accomplish she's always wanted, unknown that you wouldn't be able to apologize to your ex boyfriend and try to fix things for another five years.

Faye could hear the drill whirring on the outside of the door, Fez glanced at the door before kissing Ashtray's head "Just go! Go Ash go and I'll fuckin call you when I got shit figured out" Fez mumbled to him wiping his face clean of tears, Custard's dead body sitting on the couch, Ash knew he fucked up this time, it wasn't like mouse, this wasn'y a simple hide the body and forget about it, somebody was going down, and Ash knew he had to be the one who took the fall.

"Ash! Go! We both can't fuckin go down for this! Fuckin go! f-..find Y/n! She'll make sure you're fuckin good!" He whisper yelled so the swat wouldn't hear where one of their suspects were going. Ash stared at his brother, glaring before running out through the back door dodging the police, his lungs burnt with how fast he was running, tears streamed down his face as he heard swat screaming along with his brother. He held back a sob bursting through your basement door, the door you left unlocked incase Fez or Ash needed a place to go while you were gone.

When you arrived home it was late, Rue saying her goodbyes from the sidewalk, Ashtray was hiding, incase swat just tried to come by and search, Your footsteps echoed through the dark empty house, but you could feel it, somebody was here, watching you. "Hello?.." You called before smacking your forehead "This is how basic bitches die in movies, alright who the fuck is in my damn house?!" You yelled hearing your basement door open, turning around quickly you aimmed your knife at the door seeing Ashtray, bloody nose, and dried tears, something happened. You rushed over dropping the knife to the ground, cupping Ashtray's cheek looking over him for any other injuries. "Ash, what happened are you okay?..Where's fez?..Ash fucking talk to me" You snapped, you didn't mean to get rude, but his silence and blank stares scared you. "Custard.." Ash mumbled "Fuckin rat...I..I killed him?...a-and we got raided.." After those words you tuned out Ash, piecing together what was happening, if Ash was at your house it only meant one thing, Fez was gone.

Once Ashtray noticed your glossy eyes he stopped talking and hugged you "Tell me he's gonna be okay, Ash....please?.." You whispered trying to keep your voice strong, you needed to be the one reassuring Ash, not the other way around "He'll be okay...He's a fuckin g, y/n/n..Ain't nothing gonna take him down..he said he'd call you once he got settled wherever he was going." Ash said loud enough for you to hear. It felt like you stood there hugging ash for hours, in reality it was only about 45 minutes, but you both needed it, Fez was a huge person in both of your lives.

Whenever you two finally did leave the hug Ash went to the kitchen with you, watching you start to cook dinner for him "So...You're not mad..? i-it was my fault Fez went down" He said, his voice barely above a whisper but you could still hear the shakiness of it "No..I don't think it's your fault...You did what you thought was right, Ash...You were protecting your brother..and he was protecting you" You said sternly starting to make pasta for him, he stayed quiet playing with the placemats that were on your kitchen island. You finished the pasta rather quickly, faster than normal, but it still tasted amazing, you and Ash sat in your living room watching old movies that you had. You didn't realize how late you had stayed up until Ash's alarm startled you and made you take in that the sun was rising.

"Ash...You've got school bubs.." You whispered rubbing his back, him using your side and arm as a pillow "Fuck school" You heard him mumble into the throw blanket you had thrown over him earlier. "Nah uh, At least go half day?" You whispered to him watching him sit up "Then I will pick you up and...buy you more smoke if you want?" You bribed raising your eyebrows at him "Fine...be there at 12.." He grumbled standing up to stretch "You have extra clothes upstairs" You smiled at him, there was both fez's clothes and Ash's clothes upstairs, you all three agreed if there was an emergency they'd come over to your house, even after you and Fez split he still knew your house was welcome to him and his younger brother. You got up making Ash breakfast in the mean time while he got ready for school.

Setting the cereal and toast down at the table you grabbed your phone glancing at it, still no call from Fez.

"Shit you didn't have to make me food, y/n" Ash's voice broke you out of your trance, how long were you staring at your phone? "Of course I did, Ash...Just cause...your brother and I aren't on good terms doesn't mean I love you any different, you're like my little baby" You smiled as Ash grimaced, he ate while you were quick to get ready, planning on going up to the police station to see if Fez made bond and how much it'd even be. "You ready ash!?" You yelled from your front door, hearing soft footsteps coming closer to you, Ashtray walking past and out to your car.

The drive was quiet, a comfortable quiet, until you pulled up to the school "You gonna come get me if Fez calls right?..Or fuckin...add me to the call or some shit" Ash asked looking at you, if it wasn't so obvious you wouldn't be able to see the scared little boy Ash truly was, just wanting his big brother back. "of course ash..Same goes for you..we're in this together" You said raising your fist letting his fist bump you before he opened the door "Hey. I love you Ash, call me if you need or want anything" You said giving him a soft smile, you had to remind yourself constantly, despite how he acted Ash was just a kid, not even old enough to legally work or drive yet. "I will." He said shutting the door looking at you for a moment before walking away, giving you a soft wave goodbye "Ash! I said i loved you!" You whined looking at him, there was no way in hell you were gonna let him think he can act like a tough guy with no feelings. "I love you too mom!" He yelled sarcastically, but the smile on his face when he turned around and flipped you off showed he meant it, you weren't gonna lie though, being called mom made your heart flip. Now that you were done taking care of Ash for a moment it was now time to take care of Fez and bring him home.

-

soooo? Part two of when you reconnect with Fez or leave this here?

staring problem | ekko x reader

Word Count: 2,000 Notes: Not particularly sexual, but MDNI, AFAB!Reader. Body (boob?) worship, tight-fitting clothing (no sizes mentioned), fluff, couch cuddling, the briefest food mention of all time. Ekko might have an oral fixation. The prompt for this warmup was literally just Ekko loving on your boobs, do with that what you will. No description of breast size.

Looking back on it, you absolutely knew what would happen when you squeezed into this tiny little black top.

In your defense, though, you had only been curious if it would even fit, pleasantly surprised to find that the soft material was designed to stretch and hug your frame like a second skin.

And it was just so warm that you couldn't bring yourself to peel it back off, not when the first wisps of winter are already twisting through the air. Niping at your nose, frosting the ground, and squeezing through the cracks in your front door, desperate to terrorize you and your already cold feet.

If anything, it's Ekko's fault for bringing it to you.

Some little thing he found while sorting through the new batch of clothes collected for the Firelights. But for someone so intelligent, he sure looks shocked the moment he looks up and sees you standing in the middle of the base.

You're pretending that you notice the way his eyes go wide, feigning ignorance, as you hang these new decorative lights. Using a hoverboard would have made this easier, wouldn't have had to reach so far overhead, but there's an ulterior motive here. Shamelessly twisting your body. Blissfully unaware of the familiar gaze that drinks in your frame, like a man who has just found a glass of water in the desert.

"Please be careful," Ekko's gloved hand presses into your lower back, and you don't need to look to know that the other is in front of you. Ready to catch you the moment you slip.

But try as he might, he can't keep his attention focused on what you're doing. Distracted by something that isn't your diligent hands, securing the string of lights to the wall.

Even after you've finished with them, and Scar calls Ekko over to come look at the engine they're repairing, you can't help but feel as if you're being stared at.

It's one thing to feel the other Firelights looking you over. With so many newcomers these days, all with varying estimations of how long it's socially acceptable to stare at someone, it's bound to happen, but this is different. The script has flipped.

For once, it's Ekko staring at you.

He thinks he's being subtle about it. Looking over his shoulder every time you walk past, going out of his way to ask you questions that he definitely knows the answer to. He's up on the balcony, head swiveling to keep up with you as you walk around the tree. Just so happens to think there's an issue with his hoverboard, one that requires him to fly past you half a dozen times.

You've got a fairly good idea of what could possibly have him so distracted, but it's only confirmed later in the afternoon when you're all huddled around for a meeting. It's another one of Scar's debates about capacity issues, and this time, it sounds like they're actually making progress on it, but...oh, what the hell. You're not listening.

You can't.

Not when Ekko is sitting eight feet across from you, hands clasped in front of his face, staring dead at your chest without the slightest hint of awareness of what he's doing. As if one quick glance won't reveal that he's more focused on the shape of your breasts than the overwhelming topic of where to put everyone. No bra to alter their shape into something modest, and with the way this shirt hugs every single inch...

You cross your arms, letting the motion squish your boobs into a new position.

Ekko's eyes dart up to your face. Caught red-handed.

"Ekko, you got any ideas?" Scar tilts his head, briefly looking toward you, then back to Ekko. Seems he caught on to what was happening a long time ago.

For once in his life, Ekko doesn't have a single clever suggestion to offer. A crucial mistake that keeps him at the meeting long after it ends; the capacity issue won't solve itself, and ideas don't grow on trees.

You're settled into the patchwork couch when Ekko finally pushes through the door. Face paint smeared across his forehead, some of it mysteriously staining his cheek, as if he's wiped his head with his hand and then rested his face in it. One of these days, he'll figure out how to get the consistency right with these new materials, but until then...

"Did the kids get you with a paintbrush again?" You giggle, aimlessly reaching out for him despite how far away he is.

Every muscle in his body seems to relax at the very sight of you, tension melting away like metal under one of his blowtorches. "I smeared it all over my face again, didn't I?" His voice has already lost its usual confidence, resigned to something much quieter.

Any other day, you would chide him for walking out of his shoes, leaving them scattered across the floor to be tripped over later, but you don't think he even has the energy to carry them over to their designated place by the door. All lazy smiles and half-lidded eyes, collapsing into you the moment he's deemed himself close enough.

"And here I thought I would have an easy day," Ekko grumbles right into your collar, groggy voice vibrating through your bones.

"An easy day for the leader of the Firelights?" You tease, running your hand up the back of his neck, nails tracing against his skin. "Never."

His whine cuts through the air, long and drawn out, as if being reminded of his status is the worst thing he could possibly hear right now.

"I'm sorry," laughing, you press a kiss to his forehead, where you're certain you'll get the least amount of paint on your lips.

All he has the strength to do is groan again, tilting his head until he's fully buried his face into your chest. Maybe if he snuggles close enough, nobody will be able to come ask for another favor that he'll inevitably say yes to.

"I should have never given you this shirt," Ekko still isn't lifting his head. Content to stay here with his face smashed into nondescript fabric for the rest of his life.

"What, you don't think it looks good on me?" Feigning hurt.

"It looks gorgeous on you," it comes out a little too fast. Seems he's been sitting on that thought for a while now. "That's the problem."

"I can tell," you have to momentarily pause with that thought, preoccupied with sorting his hair back into place. "You spent half of the afternoon and the entirety of the meeting staring at my chest. I'm shocked Scar didn't call you out on it."

"Oh, he's never gonna let me live it down," Ekko's tired chuckle is the prettiest thing you've heard all day. You can only imagine what went on the moment you left.

But one can only lie next to one's favorite temptation for so long. It's only a matter of minutes before he begins to wander, using the tip of his nose as a guide, wandering across your chest until he brushes over the soft swell of your breast.

A vague, warm pressure greets you. There and gone in a matter of milliseconds, leaving behind a coolness that wasn't there before.

And he does it again, a little bit slower this time. Easier for you to catch. The swift dart of his tongue, wetting the material of your shirt, and maybe he's misplaced his concepts of shame because there's no trace of it to be found today. Content to mouth over your breast, no real end goal to be found. Doing it just for the hell of it.

"What could you possibly be doing?"

No answer.

You're making no move to stop him. It's comparable to a feather-light massage, diligently working over you, leaving no space unattended to. He'd make this his full-time job if circumstances would allow it.

The left half of your shirt is almost entirely damp, your nipple gradually hardening from the cold, poking through the fabric, only to be greeted with his burning mouth. Tongue flicking over it, the faintest pressure of his teeth sending it off.

But the right side can only be neglected for so long, stealing his attention away from your left. Marking it in much of the same way while his hand rises to cover the wet mess he's made of you, warding off the chill before it can grow uncomfortable.

"How long." Kiss. "Will you." Kiss. "Let me do this for?"

You trace the outline of his jaw with the tips of your fingers, humming. "I haven't thought that far yet."

Forever, or until you can't stand it anymore. Whichever comes first.

Enabling him is the worst thing you can do in this situation. You've only got so much time before the dinner bell rings. Even less to change shirts and scurry across the hideout before everything grows cold, but you just can't bring yourself to deny him...whatever this is.

Even if you did want to, it's so hard to find your voice when he peeks up at you. Gentle brown eyes peering through thick lashes, drinking in your expression as he mouths at your breast, drool spilling off his tongue like you're the best thing he's ever tasted.

His hand appears at the hem of your shirt, pushing it upward. Past your belly and over the stunning swell of your chest, and fuck, those eyes sparkle at the sight that greets him.

That mouth of his wobbles. Opening and closing, visibly searching for words that he doesn't have the capacity to conjure up right now. Doesn't find them until after he's pressed a kiss into the underside of your boob. "Has anyone ever told you that you're breathtaking?"

"You," deadpanning. "Every day since the day I met you."

Ekko looks away from you, suddenly very, very interested in the stitching of the couch. As if he's ever cared about the odd green square that covers up the burn mark one of his inventions left behind.

It's remarkably easy to slip your hand beneath his chin, delicately turning him back to look at you. His eyes are a tad reluctant to meet with yours, still bracing for the impact of you expressing some kind of irritation with him that has never, ever been there.

"And I love every second of it." Whispering. A secret meant solely for the two of you to share.

Oh, he just lights up at the sound of that. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He's still just as slow as he was the first time. Diligently kissing at your soft skin, loving on every little inch. Hot, wet tongue tracing shapes and his fingers smearing the saliva left behind. The other hand works carefully at the side he's not playing with yet, massaging loose circles into it. His callouses are just the right amount of friction, enough to create a slight drag that you can't possibly ignore.

"And you don't mind me doin' this?" He shouldn't be talking with his lips half wrapped around your nipple, but ugh, the vibration of his voice...

You're not sure when your hand made its way to the back of his neck, but its there, stroking up and down in a manner that always makes him melt. "I would have told you if it bothered me."

If you had known that something as simple as a new, form-fitting shirt would have ended in this, you would have invested in one sooner. Scratch that, an entire clothing business. Maybe you can find a shirt that'll fit him, too. Give yourself an excuse to kiss and suck on those lovely, bulging biceps that you so often find yourself staring at.

A yawn takes over his handsome face. Contagious. Passing on to you like a bad cold. And just like that, it wanders back to him, running its course through him one, two, three more times until his eyes have watered to the point of tears streaming down his cheeks.

Your thumb swipes out, stroking them away and smearing even more of the paint across his face. Oops. "You still have time for a nap if that's what you need."

"Here?" There's that glint in his eye again. Hopeful.

The bed would be so much more comfortable, but... "I don't see why not."

And as he helps to pull your shirt back down and snuggles down into his favorite spot on your chest, you can't help but get the feeling that you've unintentionally created his new favorite thing to do with you.

...not that you're complaining.

lilia vanrouge x f!reader

cw: 18+, biting, marking, possessive lilia

On the outside, Lilia seems like the chill, relaxed boyfriend, fully trusting his sweetie and rarely getting jealous.

What most don't know about him is that he has a marking kink. Always sucking and biting on your skin; neck, chest, arms or abdoment, he's always leaving those marks he so much enjoys seeing on you.

Lilia loves it when you're changing and he can see the marks. He smiles to himself, knowing that they're a permanent reminder for both you and him that you're his and his only.

But that smile fades whenever he notices a random guy flirting with you. Be sure that you'll get double the amount of marks when that happens, not because he doesn't trust you, but because the jealously gets the best of him and he must make sure that everyone knows who you belong to.

Taking you to the nearest empty classroom, he takes it out on you. His usual calm demeanor is gone, a possessive Lilia taking his place.

Pinned to the wall, skirt lifted and panties long gone, he lifts one of your legs entering you without any preparation. The way he's going so unusually rough, his thrusts more quick and deeper than usual, you can sense his desperation. 

As his teeth sink into the side of your neck, you can barely hold in your moans. You know you're still at the college and anyone could enter the room at any moment, but you can't hold it in anymore. "Mm~ don't be too loud now kitten" Lilia whispers in your ear before softly biting the lobe.

If it wasn't for him holding you, you'd be on the floor, your whole body trembling from the overstimulation.

By the time he's done you can barely walk, but lucky for you he's there to assist. As the gentleman he is, he's taking you to your room, shooting a mischievous glare to the guy that was flirting with you earlier. The guy turns his head away after noticing the bite marks, understanding that he needs to back off.

Satisfied with his reaction, Lilia returns his attention to you. He loves you so much, and he would never let anyone else touch you. You're his possession after all.

Going home - Fezco x reader, platonic Ashtray x reader

This shit is sad and I wasn't really sure where it was going at the end so apologizes 0.0

Summary: After the night with Mouse you were left scared, but it wasn't fez that tried to end things..It was you.

Warnings: season 2 spoilers, drugs, cussing, mentions of sa so read with caution!

word count: 1,352

When you all got home it was quiet, Fez was concerned the house was locked up properly, Ashtray was arming the security systems and cameras, while you just sat on the couch, staring at the blank tv screen, still holding your shirt tightly to you, handprints covering your arms, most from the tall man and the other guys that had dragged you, who was asleep in the backseat, into the house. Ashtray sat in his room tiredly going through the cameras, already pissed about Faye. Fez glanced at her before kneeling in front of you "Come on mama...let's go to bed.." He whispered, unknown to you Fez was planning on killing Mouse, if it Ashtray didn't do it first, You had been coming around since Ash was four, you were like a sister to him, then became a mother figure whenever you started dating his big brother about 3 years ago.

You ignored Fez just staring ahead, your eyes welling up with tears from the thought of what you were about to do "I..I'm gonna head home fez.." Fez knew what that meant, you mother was a drunk and an addict and your dad was just trying to support your mom's addiction. "Nah...come on we not doin that tonight please y/n/n" He whipsered, Faye leaving the room to give you both privacy, going to bother Ashtray, who stood in the doorway of his room watching the two of you closely. "I..I can't...Fez I was okay with the deals...w-with the..raids w-with the fucking attempted kidnap and murder" You whispered looking at him sniffling "Something could've happened tonight fez...I don't feel safe here anymore" Your broken voice muttered avoiding eye contact. Fezco's world crashed down, you were leaving and he had nobody to blame but fucking Mouse. Fez just looked at you for a moment, tears streaming down both of your faces, and unknown to both of you Ashtray stood clutching the doorway holding back his own tears, this was about the equivalent of watching his parents separting.

Fez kissed your forehead sniffling a bit "I love you, Y/n" He mumbled letting you go, reaching for your hands "J-just don't go home.." He pleaded looking up at you "I-I can give you a ride..to...Lexi's..or uh..Maddy's?" He asked looking at you, You looked at him smiling through your tears "you're too sweet, Fez..Don't let anybody ruin that" You whispered kissing him one last time before standing up walking to the door, you hear Fez start to speak then a force crash into you "Don't go.." Ashtray whispered hugging you tightly restricting your movements, You managed to pry your arm out and rest your hand on his cheek "I'll be back to see you...I can't just forget my favorite guy" You smiled ruffling his hair, tears coming to your eyes again as you saw the boy sniffling and wipping his tears on your shirt, you shook your head knowing what he was doing "Ash.." Fez called, still in the same spot he was in, knowing if you truely wanted to go you could.

Ashtray squeezed you one last time letting go to watch what you'd do, instead of sitting back down you blew a kiss, like you did before leaving to go get food or pick something up, and left.

It took two days of silence for the brothers to finally snap, not that it was what you wanted when you left, the last thing you'd want is to ruin their bond, and it wasn't you that ruined it, it was you not being around that ruined it, the house didn't feel like a home anymore, there was only takeout and beers, Fez didn't leave the couch except to buy weed that he would smoke on the couch, and Ashtray had been over it before you even left. Neither remember what set the other one off, but it got ugly enough that you ended up being called by a strange number.

"Hello?" You answered sitting on the corner on your bike waiting for the car to pass by before you could continue your trip home, you flinched from your phone hearing a loud crash and the sound of glass breaking which put you on alert "Fuck you Ash! I did everything i could fuckin do! I can't keep her here forever!" You heard Fez scream, your anger started to boil, how dare he yell at Ashtray like that, the kid may be mature but he's still a kid "Y/n left because of you! You doin stupid shit! You knew the risk with Mouse! You took it anyways! You got to have a fuckin mom figure growing up why can't I fuckin have mine!?" You heard Ash scream, loud enough you could barely understand what he was saying, that's whenever you heard Faye's voice, almost swallowed by their screams "They're gonna kill each other" She kept repeating her breath shaking horribly "Or the cops are gonna be called" She whimpered, you could hear her sniffles, but that wasn't the thing that made you rush over, it was hearing Ashtray tell his brother that he hated him, you didn't mean to break a family up when you left, and you don't feel bad about leaving. Fezco promised to keep you safe, and somehow you ended up kidnapped forced to strip, forced into a cold shower then had your shirt ripped for not taking your clothes off imedietly, it had terrified you, even with your mom being an addict she still didn't put you in situations like that, it wouldn't even happened if Fez left you at the store like you had asked.

Peddling as hard as you could you raced to the house, you saw what appeared to be a calm house, but whenever you skidded to a stop by the front door and swung open the door it was the exact opposite, things broken everywhere, fez and Ashtray screaming in the kitchen and you could see Faye hidden in the bathroom "Hey!" You screamed slamming the door shut glaring daggers at them, both of them looked at you, smiles slowly appearing "W-why are you here?" Fez asked looking around the house now embarrassed, how long had you been here, how much have you heard? Fez started to speak again but you cut him off "Shut the fuck up" You snapped walking closer smaking Fez on the cheek and Ashtray over the side of the head "So whenever you go through a breakup you take it to fucking kill each other? huh?" You growled glaring at the both of them "Really Fez?" You snapped stepping forward standing in his face huffing "He is fucking a kid. Ashtray?" You growled doing a 360 to face the younger brother "He is your fucking brother, he is raising your ass and you will fucking resepect him or so fucking help me god" You growled "Now. You two are gonna make up. You gonna hug. Then I want Fez outside!" You screamed walking through the back door slamming it shut waiting for the older one of the two to make his way outside aswell, and about ten seconds later there he was.

"Y/n-" You cut him off staring at him "Faye called me. That's your brother, Fez....You can't- He's the last family you got, I wish I had someone who looked up to me like that, and you're gonna throw it away all because your girlfriend left for a few nights?" You snapped glaring at him, he stared at you, stuttering over his words "I-i thought chu left...like...for good" He whispered looking at you, pouting a bit as you laughed loudly "you can not get rid of me that easily, Fezzy" You giggled cupping his cheeks "I'm here for good, bubs..the other night...it scared me fez-" Now it was your turn to be cut off by Fez "Mouse ain't comin round no more. I handled that shit the night you left" He whispered cupping your cheeks "So..we good, mama?" He asked rubbing your shoulders "We're good 'mama'" You smiled teasing him by copying his nickname for you.

RHAENYRA & DAENERYS House of the Dragon (2022-) | Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

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THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)

An Article from Neena Susan Thomas

“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:

1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.

2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.

3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.

4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.

5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.

6] Number three is public restrooms.

7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.

8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.

9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.

10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.

POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:

1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.

3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.

4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.

5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.

6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.

7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.

FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….

1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.

2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:

a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .

b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.

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THIS COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.”