#(°•§•°) Get At It Gangsta Because I See Me Coming From The Back (°•§•°)

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PICK A CARD ⭒ which ancestor is reaching out to you?

reminder that this is a general reading and messages found here may not apply to everyone. take what resonates, leave what doesn't, and don't force anything if it does not fit.

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GROUP ONE

cards · the high priestess, queen of wands, king of pentacles, page of pentacles

channelled songs · stand by me by wayv. gangsta luv by snoop dogg & the-dream. i will follow you into the dark by death cab for cutie.

hey there group one ♡ this is a paternal ancestor, a female ancestor from your father’s side. she is slavic, scandinavian or an indigenous person in this general area of europe.

sami, kurdish, and uyghur also come to mind.

this ancestor may be your father’s grandmother, or the grandmother of a grandmother for example.

because of this, this is likely not someone you have met -- though she has watched over you since you were born. no, since earlier. since before your conception. she has prayed and willed you into existence.

GROUP TWO

cards · the lovers, the world, nine of swords, six of pentacles.

channelled songs · bodak yellow by cardi b. restraint by florence + the machine. eternal sunshine by ambré & g-eazy.

hey there group two ♡ this is someone who died for love. suddenly, i keep thinking about the movies ‘bladerunner 2049’ and ‘mulan’. in both movies we see characters who are driven by love, who go on these grand journeys and fight these battles so much bigger than them all because of love. love in whatever shape or form.

this ancestor is someone who died at war. they may have been a general, for some of you, while for others of you they were a common soldier. they were likely drafted, or had a legal or familial obligation to fulfil, and the only thing that got them through this was the love for a woman.

he would sit up at night thinking of her, looking at the picture he carried around of her, and telling himself he had to make it out to get back to her.

this ancestor is likely japanese (specifically ainu), chinese, brazilian or cuban.

GROUP THREE

cards · ten of challenges, page of cups, ten of pentacles, the fool.

channelled songs · i’m that girl by beyoncé. que me quedes tú by shakira. just the lonely talking again by whitney houston.

hey there group three ♡ this is not really an ancestor… as, ancestor -- at least to me -- denotes someone who died many, many, many years ago. decades and centuries ago. but this person who is reaching out to you is someone who died fairly recently, as this is your father.

in life, your father may have been a man overburdened by stress and worry. he aged fast and young because of the hard life he lived, and died young because of it.

he had a lot of love for you and your family, and took a lot of pride in the life he was trying to build for you, but it was harder than he ever could have ever expected.

he had never been prepared for the harsh reality of life, but he did the best he could with the hand he was given.

GROUP FOUR

cards · queen of pentacles, king of pentacles, the devil, the magician.

channelled songs · a departue - audiotree live version by la dispute. the lady in my life by michael jackson. the bomb dot come v2.0 by sleeping with sirens.

hey there group four ♡ instead of just one ancestor, this is two ancestors who are reaching out to you. a pair of ancestors. soulmates. two people who lived together and died together; who gave their all to each other until the very end.

and then even after the end, in the divine realm as your guides watching over you.

they may have been star-crossed lovers, forbidden to be together by their respective families -- or by the culture and society in which they were born and in which they had to live. and so they ran away.

for some of you, this effort to run away was futile and they decided to take their lives, together, to end this once and for all. for others of you, they were able to get away and have their happy ending.

these ancestors may be from mexico, bosnia, greece. america especially during the antebellum period also comes to mind.

[sansaorgana]

hi! could you write something for benny where reader is the one who falls in love with him first, but since she comes from a rich family, benny is the one who is always pushing her away? he thinks she just wants to use him to cause trouble with her parents since he's a bad boy, etc. one day, he treats her bad or say something harsh to her, and she gets really sad and it's the first time he sees her like that and he hates it, making him realize that he actually likes her too? a bit of angsty but ending very fluffy! i'm sorry if this is too much! feel free to add your own ideas to this and take your time, if u don't feel like writing this, that's totally ok!

hello! 🎀 thank you for your request! it immediately gave me the vibe of Lana Del Rey's song Gangsta Boy 🤭 but I actually quoted her other song in this fic (Happiness Is a Butterfly) 🦋 I hope you like it, darling! 😌

I had to close my requests for now because I got so many 🙏🏻

You first met Benny when he was hired by your father to clean the pool and mow the lawn for the summer. You opened the balcony doors, irritated by the loud sound in the early morning. You came out in your nightgown and a light robe and then you saw him – tan, tattooed muscles flexing in the sun. Golden hair, big rough hands, dirty jeans and his pretty full lips whistling a tune as he worked. He was a prize and you had your eyes set on him.

You took a shower and jumped into a bathing suit. Without breakfast, you ran downstairs and laid on the sun lounger with a book. Pretending to read it, you kept staring at the guy. He was trying to ignore you but your uncomfortable gaze finally made him look at you, too, and it nearly took your breath away – his baby blue eyes, long eyelashes and the dark mystery hiding underneath.

Benny Cross was unlike any man you had ever known. He was from a different side of town – the wrong side of the tracks, they’d say. You had always had friends amongst the children of your father’s friends. Even in high school you hadn’t been exposed to men like Benny Cross since your school had been private and quite expensive.

“Any problem?” He asked you after turning off the lawn mower and you were a little taken aback by his careless and rude tone but the deepness of that voice made a shiver go down your spine.

He was rough and he had a raw masculine energy about him. Not a three piece suit, expensive watch and whiskey type of masculine energy – you were sick of that, honestly. No, Benny was all about beer, bar fights and worn-out blue jeans. And there was no chivalry about him, you could see that in his contemptuous stare, hear it in the rude tone of his voice.

“You’re loud,” you pointed out with a raised eyebrow.

“I am mowing the lawn,” he answered as if you were stupid or crazy.

“Oh, are you…?” You squinted your eyes at the tattoo on his left arm. “...Benny?”

He didn’t say anything to that and kept staring intensely at you. You let out a nervous giggle and hid your face with a book, pretending to go back to reading. He shrugged his arms and went back to work but you kept staring at him whenever you could.

When his job was done, he drove away on a big, beautiful Harley and you bit on your lower lip, leaning on the fence. 

The second time you met Benny was at the mechanic’s garage. You were explaining to the guy named Michael all about that weird noise that your white Cadillac had been making recently when, suddenly, none of your words were audible anymore because of the loud, roaring sound of the motorbike. Irritated but intrigued you turned around with crossed arms and your eyes sparkled at the sight of Benny parking his Harley outside the garage.

“Excuse me,” Michael nodded at you and walked outside. You leaned on your car and turned your head to see him and Benny and be able to hear their conversation.

“Hi, Benny, man. Need anything special today?” Michael asked after shaking Benny’s hand.

Benny spotted you as he furrowed his brow and you looked away, fixing your hair nonchalantly.

“Just dropped by, gotta borrow some tools,” Benny explained and walked inside the garage with his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

This time he was wearing a jeans vest and you noticed he was a part of a gang. It was written right on his back – The Vandals.

“Hi again,” you spoke up first as he was looking around, trying to find the tools. Michael followed him inside and approached you again.

“We know each other?” Benny asked, pretending to be surprised.

“You were mowing my lawn,” you reminded him as you looked him up and down as if he was a dessert.

“I don’t remember,” Benny shrugged his arms.

You didn’t say anything to that. You felt hurt so you just looked down. Benny grabbed a few tools, showed them to Michael and then he drove away. Only when the sound of his engine was disappearing in the distance, Michael cleared his throat.

“Sorry for commenting, it’s none of my business but you don’t wanna anythin’ with Benny Cross, believe me,” he told you and you raised an eyebrow at him. “He’s nothin’ but trouble, yeah?”

“He seemed to be friendly with you,” you pointed out.

“Yeah, I’m friendly with all of ‘em. Don’t want my garage to burn down,” he laughed nervously.

You hummed to yourself. Yeah, perhaps that was more trouble that you could handle.

You nearly gave up on daydreaming about Benny – the mechanic’s words had made you realise that he was much more dangerous for your liking.

But then you met this one girl who had gone to the same school as Benny.

You went out with your friends who had met this girl in college and she was from the same side of town as him. She had gotten into college thanks to the scholarships and during the fancy dinner your friends had taken her to, you mentioned a handsome bad boy named Benny Cross. They kept giggling but this girl – Sherry – she did not.

“Oh, I know him,” she only said and took a sip of her drink through the straw.

“What?” You locked your eyes with hers. “Really?”

“Mm-hm,” she nodded her head nervously. She was still uneasy around people like you, scared of saying or doing something wrong and getting kicked out of the group of fancy friends. “We went to the same school.”

“And what’s he like?” You asked her.

“I’m not surprised what he ended up like,” Sherry cleared her throat and blushed a little. “I mean, he didn’t have it easy growing up. Never was a good student, always a troublemaker. I think he was taking out on others what he was going through at home,” she told you and you pursed your lips as you leaned back on your chair and took a sip of your own drink.

Well, you were doomed. You started to feel bad for him. Benny Cross was a trouble ‘round town but you wanted him. Perhaps there was some truth to the fact you just saw him as a challenge – he’d make a good accessory, too. But you weren’t as shallow as people claimed you were just because of your daddy’s money. You had known from the beginning there was something more to him, some depth that seemed to be unreachable but you wanted to get there.

You hated yourself for that but you started to find excuses to go to that dirty pub where The Vandals were hanging around. It wasn’t safe to go there all alone as a young woman so you would always convince one of your friends to go with you. For them, it was an exciting adventure – however, they usually would only go with you once. And never again.

You kept bravery coming. Spending your daddy’s money on awful drinks in a quality you were not used to. Leaving hours later to catch a cab, smelling like sweat, grease and cigarettes. Being hit on by so many awful dudes that you had to politely reject… And all of that just to stare at that one quiet guy at the pool table who kept occasionally giving you contemptuous glances.

“You should give up on that guy,” your friend Marissa told you after a night out at the pub. She had always been the most honest one of your friends. “He’s clearly not into you and your presence is bothering him. And honestly? You’re kinda like a stalker, darling,” she said when you were in the taxi cab.

“I’m just curious about him,” you shrugged your arms. “All the guys in that club are walking up to me and asking me out. All of ‘em except for Benny!”

“You should get the message already,” she rolled her eyes.

You were hurt by her words but she was right. After seven nights spent at that pub, it would be embarrassing to keep coming back. And your parents were getting suspicious, too.

For a woman who was supposed to stay away, you were certainly not doing good. You found yourself bailing him out after hearing that he had been arrested not so far away from your house for breaking the speed limit and causing a harmless car crash – as in, no one was hurt. Except for the cars.

Desperate, you knew. But it was perhaps the only way for Benny Cross to finally notice you.

You watched him being walked out while nervously tapping your finger on the counter. He looked sexy as ever, being dragged by two policemen. His hair a slight mess, his leather jacket under the jeans vest. Heavy boots, white jeans dirty from the grease… And then he gave you that contemptuous look again that you had known pretty well. You swallowed a lump in your throat.

“You again?” He asked, sparing you a glance before getting his personal belongings back.

He put his rings back onto his fingers and lit a cigarette before walking out of the building, just like that. Your heart skipped a beat. You rushed after him, into the cold air of the dark night.

“Benny!” You called for him and he turned around, lazily. He didn’t say anything and now it was awkward. You didn’t know what to say to him. “I’m sorry,” you only whispered. “Sorry for helping you,” you added with slight irony in your voice.

“My friends would have bailed me out,” he shrugged his arms. “And they gonna give you the money back. I don’t want to owe you nothin’,” he drawled out through gritted teeth and began walking towards his motorbike that was parked outside the police station.

“Why do you treat me this way? I don’t want the money back,” you followed him with tears pricking your eyes.

“Why would you pay for me? I’m a stranger,” he leaned on his motorbike and looked deep into your eyes. “Why do you keep following me around? I know why. And listen, it’s not that I don’t fancy you or anythin’, don’t you think. But I won’t be your fucking toy. I ain’t no purse dog,” he clenched his jaw. “Don’t wanna owe you nothin’. Don’t wanna owe nothin’ to you rich folks,” he added angrily. “Want me to fuck you, I can. But I won’t stay around to be your pet.”

“I…” You sighed as your lower lip trembled. You looked down. You didn’t know what to say anymore. He was right. He was only a stranger and you kept following him around. Marissa had been right, too. Still, his assumptions hurt you.

You couldn’t explain why you were so drawn to him but you were. From the moment you had seen him. And it was more than some stupid one night stand or a wild adventure. But he would never understand it, would he?

“I’m sorry,” you only said and looked up again, straight into his baby blue eyes that squinted now at the sight of fresh, silent tears streaming down your cheeks. “I’ve made a fool outta myself. Wanted to show you kindness but you know nothing about it, am I right?” You sniffed the tears back and turned around to approach your own vehicle parked nearby.

With shaky hands, you sat behind the driving wheel and started the engine of your white Cadillac to drive away.

After that incident with bailing Benny out, you completely gave up on him. This time for good, of that you were sure. And you hadn’t mentioned to anyone that you had spent so much money to bail him out either. Your parents would kill you and your friends would never stop teasing you about it.

Liking bad boys had its price, apparently.

A few days had passed and on that morning after breakfast you decided to sunbathe by the swimming pool and relax. You put on your bathing suit and made yourself comfortable on the sun lounger with a record player in the background. Your father was out of the house at work and your mother was shopping. You were home alone and didn’t expect any guests so when you heard a ringbell from the front door, you got startled a little.

Carefully, you stood up and lowered the volume of Brenda Lee’s song playing. You put on a sheer shirt over your bathing suit and you approached the front door, hoping it was the mailman.

But when you opened the door, you ended up face-to-face with Benny Cross himself, leaning on the doorframe and looking you up and down.

“Yes? What is it?” You pretended not to know him although your heart picked up its pace.

“Stop playing. Got your money,” he told you and reached into the pocket of his jacket to hand you a few bills.

“I don’t want them,” you shook your head.

“Your folks at home?” Benny tried to look behind you.

“No, I’m alone,” you admitted.

A short, awkward silence occurred. You kept staring at each other as if you had a staring contest.

“Wanna come in?” You eventually took a step back and he hesitated before nodding and going inside.

He kept staring at everything as you were leading him to the living room. He reminded you of a curious cat, the way his head was spinning and eyes widening.

“You been here before,” you rolled your eyes.

“Not inside, no,” he admitted. “Your old man didn’t let me,” Benny explained and you looked down.

“Sit down,” you pointed at the armchairs once you were finally in the living room. “Wherever you want.”

“No, thanks. I like standin’,” Benny put his hands inside the pockets of his jacket. “I want you to take them money. It’s a matter of honour to me,” he explained.

“Male’s sense of honour is a fragile thing,” you smiled nervously. “Alright, give them to me then,” you reached your hand out and Benny put the bills inside it. His fingers lingered on and he gently closed your hand around the money.

“Thank you,” he mumbled out and you looked up at his face, surprised.

“You thank me?”

“And I’m sorry,” he added, his cheeks turning crimson red.

“For what?” You asked. Not to tease or torture him but you were genuinely surprised that he had said those words.

“For being rude and making you cry. You were… You were kind to me. I don’t know why. Maybe because of the reasons I had told you about. But maybe not. Either way, you’re kind to me and I don’t know why but… You saved my ass,” he looked away.

“I don’t know why either,” you admitted with a nervous chuckle and that made Benny lay his eyes on you again. “I don’t know why I’m this way around you. You must think I’m crazy but I swear, I’m not always like that.”

“You showing up at that pub seven times in a row was kinda cute,” Benny admitted.

“You counted?” You bit on your lower lip and he sighed after realising that he had accidentally revealed too much. “That’s adorable,” you quickly added.

“Your folks know?” Benny asked suddenly and you froze.

“Know about what?”

“The pub, the money, bailing me out,” he explained and took a step further to be closer to you. You remained in the same place.

“No… They wouldn’t like that,” you admitted.

“And you like that, hm? That they wouldn’t like that,” Benny pointed out, now standing right in front of you. You looked up to meet his intense gaze.

“No, I don’t. I’m not what you think,” you assured him. “But I know you don’t believe me.”

“Prove that to me,” Benny smirked and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Hm?” You asked.

“Prove that to me and come with me,” he extended his rough hand and your heart skipped a beat at the sight.

“Come with you… where?” You asked with a heavy beating heart.

“Dunno yet,” Benny shrugged his arms.

“I… I need to change,” you told him and he smiled slightly. There was a hint of disappointment in that smile, you noticed.

“I’ll be waiting outside by my Harley,” he told you and left the living room.

Benny didn’t believe you would actually change your clothes and join him. He was smoking a cigarette and leaning on the motorbike while staring at the front doors of your house. He was throwing the cigarette away, about to drive away, when he spotted you rushing out of the house in a pair of blue jeans and a white tank top. You waved your hand at him to wait, so he did, although the engine was already roaring impatiently.

“Thought I wouldn’t come?” You raised your eyebrows at him playfully.

“Exactly that,” Benny smirked. “Hop on,” he pointed with his chin at the back of his motorbike. “Ever been on one?”

“Nope,” you admitted as you sat behind him.

Benny nodded and drove away – slowly at first, not to scare you due to your lack of experience. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your cheek to the back of his vest.

He took you to the abandoned factory building on the other side of town and at first, you started to have anxious thoughts. But after a while you heard noises of other people and the music. Benny parked his bike and helped you hop off it as he grabbed you by your waist.

“You took me to a party?” You asked and he nodded. “Okay, come on,” you held his wrist to drag him to the direction of the sound.

You were a bit excited, actually, to join a party of the motorbike gang. You were glad you had chosen to wear jeans and a tank top instead of some dress you’d probably be teased about.

At the sight of you, the guys whistled and you could feel your cheeks heating up. Most of them had been hitting on you at the pub.

“There she is, Benny’s saviour,” one of the guys chuckled as he took a sip of beer.

“Not really. I took my money back,” you replied with a grin.

“Told you she’d take them eventually,” some other guy laughed as he patted his friend on the chest.

“Well, I like money,” you told him. He didn’t have to know that the only reason you agreed for Benny to pay you back was his honour or ego or whatever. Sometimes it was good to pretend to be more shallow and spoiled than you actually were.

“For a girl who likes money, you have a poor taste,” some girl giggled and the rest laughed.

“That’s enough,” the oldest man with the roughest voice ordered and there was silence suddenly. “Come ‘ere, child,” he pointed at you.

You looked up at Benny, unsure. But Benny only nodded his head. You decided to trust him and approached the man.

“My name’s Johnny,” he introduced himself and extended his hand. You shook it. “Don’t worry, little one, nothing’s gonna happen to you here. Thank you for helping my boy Benny the other day.”

“No problem,” you smiled, shyly, a bit intimidated by his aura.

“Now go, have fun,” he winked at you.

You turned around and didn’t know what to do, so you went back to Benny who was now drinking beer by the fire. You stood in front of him awkwardly and he moved slightly to make space for you and you sat next to him after that. He offered you a bottle of beer and you grabbed it.

You expected the eyes of everyone to be on you two but they were not. In fact, everyone stopped paying attention to you and it felt nice. It also gave you some sort of security. Even the guys – the same ones who had been hitting on you, now no longer were staring. Perhaps because you had come with Benny. And you noticed – even after this short while – that they all had mad respect for him. And feared him a little, too.

Was he the craziest out of them all? He didn’t look like that. He was calm and quiet most of the time. Yeah, yeah… He had that dark look in his eyes, that dangerous sparkle, the mystery. He probably was a real wild beast when angered. But you hadn’t experienced that side of him… yet.

“If you’re as bad as they say, then I guess I’m cursed,” you told him before taking the first sip of the beer. He furrowed his brows at you and then he chuckled at you coughing at the taste.

“First time drinking beer like that?” Benny teased.

“I’ll get used to it,” you assured him.

But you didn’t mean just the beer and you both knew that.

“I’m glad,” he answered, looking deep into your eyes.

MASTERLIST || BENNY MASTERLIST

[asmutwriter]

The Gangsta's Wife (Part 11)

DESCRIPTION: Due to recent events taking place your husband asks you about an important business opportunity

A/N: I have had a bit of writters block over the past couple of months which is why I have had a small break from this story. Although the block is disapearing I may still take a little while for the next part of this story to come out. Only because I want to potentially finish writing the whole thing before releasing the chapters. Having said that - enjoy this part :)

(I'm so sorry it took me over two months to post anything in this storyline)

WORD COUNT: 3546

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WARNINGS: heartbreak, mentions of past relationships, talk of death, smoking, swearing, mentions of the war, light touches of fluff, quite a lot of angst although nothing in particular to note

DISCLAIMERS

This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

This story does not follow the timeline of the show

NINE YEARS AGO

It was 6:30am. You stand at the station. Watching the entrance. Few people coming in and out. A couple of trains going past at various times. You're small luggage bag by your feet as you fiddle with the ring on your finger. Every face coming in you get hopeful that its him. The seconds turn to minutes.

The station guard comes over to you. A tall, stocky man. "Miss?". You turn to face him. Acknowledging him before looking back at the station. His eyes drift that way too. "Am I able to help at all?". You shake your head and smile at him.

"I'm meant to meet my fiance here. But he's running late". He nods. Smiling at the young love.

"I'm sure he'll will turn up. Maybe he just lost track of time". He says. A comfort in his voice. The minutes soon turn to an hour. The rush of people picks up. Pushing past as they catch their work trains.

Two hours. The platform is busy. You try and see over the various heads of workers. Trying to catch a glimpse of him. Any sign that he's arrived.

Three hours. A couple of late stragglers catching the trains as you stay standing. Watching. You wipe at the tears threatening to fall. Sniffing. The guard comes back over. He takes out a handkerchief from his pocket. Handing it to you. You look up at him. A soft smile on his lips.

"Thank you". You whisper. He nods. Walking back down the length of platform. You wipe your nose. Hearing the distant church bell ringing out. 10am. You hiccup out a sob. Bending down as you pick up your bag. Going off of the platform.

Finding a river. You look at it. Taking off your engagement ring. Wrapping it into the hanky. Bringing the time up to your lips. A gentle kiss to it as tears fall down your cheeks. Putting your hands out and dropping it. You watch as it falls down into the water.

PRESENT DAY

It had been a couple of weeks since your housewarming party. It was the mid afternoon when you hear the door knock. You were playing with Charlie in the nursery. "Come on sweetie". You pick him up under the armpits. Placing him on your hip "Lets go see who it is". You kiss his temple before heading downstairs. Betty had opened the door. Shutting it as you get down the stairs. She holds a letter in her hand. Turning to face you.

"Mrs Shelby" she closes the small distance. "A letter for you".

"Thank you" you take it from her. She smiles at you and your child before leaving to do the housework of the day. You go to the study room. Knocking onto the heavy door. Sometimes your husband would have meetings in the room so you wanted to make sure it was free. Due to the silence you decided it was empty. Opening the door as you go inside. Picking up a letter opener. Managing to open it whilst still holding Charlie. Putting the sharp item back down. You go to take it out the paper confines. Just as you hear someone call out in a sing song voice. The front door slamming shut.

"Oh dear sister of mine!" You hear Elizabeths voice throughout the house. Chuckling as you place the letter onto the desk top.

"Lets go see your auntie" you say. Jiggling your son on your hip as you leave the study. Closing the door behind you. Forgetting the letter on the desk top. Going downstairs as you meet both your sisters. Liz is swift to take Charlie from your grasp as Mary coos over him. You let out a soft chuckle. Spending the rest of the day with them. Chatting and playing with your son.

They leave after dinner. Letting you put your boy to bed peacefully. Reading to him and kissing him goodnight. You shut the door behind you. The soft click of the door shutting as you creep along the corridor. Going into the dining room to start clearing away dirty plates and cups. Bumping into Betty as she has already started tidying.

"I've told you not to worry yourself with cleaning the table. Its my mess. I should be the one cleaning it". She smiles. Glancing up at you as she lets out a soft laugh. Stacking the various condiments onto her arms.

"Its my job Mrs Shelby. Its what you pay me to do"

"I still feel guilty about it. Here-" you go over to her. Taking the small mountain of cups she has balanced in her grasp. "At least let me help". Following her into the kitchen. Placing the items onto the side as she starts to clean the dishes.

"Who was that letter from?" you furrow your brow at her. Shaking your head slightly. "The letter from this morning. With the fancy wax seal on it". She looks at the washing up as she talks. Occasionally glancing your way.

"Shit. I opened it but forgot to read it". You let out a laugh as she giggles softly. Shaking your head. "Are you ok for me to leave you?" she nods.

"Of course" she smiles. Turning briefly to face you. "Go. I'll be fine". You smile at her. Thanking her before going to the study. Once again giving a gentle knock before entering the room. Going inside as you go over to the desk. Picking up the letter. Taking it up to the bedroom. You place it onto the bedside table. Getting dressed into your cream coloured nightdress. Getting under the blanket. Folding your legs under yourself as you pick the letter back up. Taking the paper out of the envelope. Placing that back onto the side as you open it. Eyes going to the ink written on the parchment.

'Dear Florence Shelby,

Not seen you in almost 10 years and you've gotten married to one of the most popular names in Birmingham. I guess that means a congratulations are in order. I do hope he treats you well. You deserve only the best.

I heard the ordeal you had with my mother a few weeks back. Although she spared me the more vulgar details I feel I can fill in the blanks of what you said to her.

I would like to apologise for her behaviour towards you and your husband. In my apologies I would like to formally invite you up to London for a meal with myself and my wife. Don't worry, my mother wont be there.

I am hoping to right any wrongs that may have happened in the past between us. In doing so I hope that me and your husband will be able to become great partners together.

I do hope to see you soon.

Regards,

Benjamin Finnley'

Your stomach drops. Blood running cold. Thankfully you are already sitting down. Feeling your legs turn to jelly. Shaking your head. You grip the paper tightly. Feeling silent tears come to your eyes. Daring to fall as you look at the words written on the paper. You're unsure of how much time had passed. But you get drawn into the real world as you hear the door to the bedroom open. You draw your eyes away from the letter. Meeting the familiar cold blue of your husbands. He scans over your demeanour. Quickly sensing something is off.

"Whats wrong love?". He comes over to you. Not even taking the time to remove his hat. Noting the paper in your hand. He comes to your side of the bed. Kneeling down by it. Hands going to your arms. You shake your head. Blinking as to stop any tears. Unable to form any sentences. Holding the paper towards him. Hands having scrunched it up from your grip. He takes it. Eyes going to the words. Reading it as his face remains still. Your eyes frantically scan over his features. Trying to read any of his expressions. His eyes scanning over the ink. He takes in a breath through his nose. Scratching under his bottom lip with his thumb.

"I loved him" you speak softly. Managing to voice your problems. "With my entire being I loved him. That pure kind of love. I- I gave him everything a young girl could give to someone... With every ounce of my being, I was completely devoted to him. But I don't think I was anything more then just... a girl". You shake your head. Looking at him. "Now he wants to be a business partner with you and I'm unsure of what to do in this situation". He turns his head to look at you. Placing the paper down onto the bed.

"I am aware of your past relationship with him. As a business woman I ask that you look past any sort of past relationship you had with him. Put those feelings aside to allow me to grow my business". You look downward. Hands falling into your lap. Lightly playing with the wedding band adorning your finger. Pressing your lips together. Listening to his words. "As your husband... I understand if you do not want to see him and if you want to break all ties with him". You nod.

"He is a rich and powerful man... He'd be great for your business" you whisper. A silent pause. Neither of you say a word for a minute. Until his hand goes to yours. Gently resting over your fidgeting digits. You blink at the affection before drawing your eyes to his face.

"I will respect your decision. Regardless of which one you pick". You nod ever so slightly. His eyes soft as they watch yours. Feeling his heat against your cold hands. Your heart skips a beat. A feeling bubbling inside of you that you haven't felt in a long, long time. You swallow deeply. Looking downward as you retract you hand from his. Pushing that feeling deep down inside of you. Folding your arms over your torso. Mentally shaking yourself.

"Have you ever been in love?". You speak in a low voice. Looking downward as a deafening silence starts to fill the room. Your eyes cast back to him as he stands. Going over to the vanity unit in your room as he starts to disrobe. Taking off his jacket, hat, waistcoat, gun holster, so on.

"Its too late to make any decisions now. Why don't you get some rest and think about it in the morning, eh?". You nod slightly. Noticing how he doesn't turn back to you. That wasn't through modesty. You'd been married to him for almost two years. You'd learnt that he was a very confident person. Never shying away, especially not in front of someone as personal as his wife. You also learnt in the years you had spent with him not to pry. No matter how much you desired to. So you brush this behaviour off. Nodding slightly.

Moving the paper onto the side before settling down into bed. Turning the small light off on your side. Feeling the bed dip as he gets in next to you. Before your have time to turn to look at him. Wish him goodnight or ask him about his work day he turns out his lamp. You blink in the darkness. Trying to make out his shape. Biting your bottom lip slightly as you turn onto your other side. Back facing him as you try and let sleep take your mind. Sadly your thoughts don't settle during the night. Causing you to have nightmares when you do finally fall asleep.

You wake up. Very early due to your restless night. It must be early as your husband still rests in the bed next to you. You're never up before him. Quietly swinging your legs from over the bed as you stand and get dressed. You go to Charlies room. Listening outside the door for any sign of movement or noise. Nothing. A small smile coming over your lips. That means you can have a nice quiet breakfast. Heading downstairs. Into the kitchen. Shooing Betty as she tries to serve you your food. Telling her that you want to make it yourself before going into the dining room. Sitting at the fancy table with you variety of assorted items. Eating away to your hearts content.

The door opens. Causing you to look up as you pause in your habit. You husband walks in. Dressed in a smart three piece suit. You scan over his torso. Breaking a bit of bread. "Good morning". You say. He doesn't fully smile, but you can see an amusement coming over his face.

"I wasn't expecting you to be awake".

"I struggled sleeping last night. I know I was awake early though. Neither you or Charles were awake". He lets out a laugh at the statement. Betty walks in.

"Good morning sir. What can I get you to eat?". He shakes his head.

"I am not hungry at this moment. I will have my first meeting then eat after". He turns to face the maid as she nods. Leaving the room. He comes over and sits next to you. Motioning with his hand at your array of food. "Please do continue. Don't stop on my account". You eat some more. Picking up an orange. Pealing it. Handing him a slice. He takes it from you. A small smile on his lips as he watches you eating. You smile contently as you take another bite of your food. He looks downwards as his fingers run across the fragment of fruit in his hand. You merrily stuffing your face as you pay him no mind.

"Greta Jurrosi". He says the name softly. You pause in your eating. A confused look across your brow as you tilt your head. Shaking it slightly. Covering your mouth as you speak.

"I don't understand" He looks at you. Eyes soft yet unreadable. You scan over his face. Placing your hands down as he takes in a breath.

"It was before the war. When I was a much younger man". He half smiles. Looking downwards as he reminisces. "We fell in love". Silence comes over the room as you watch him.

"What happened?". Your voice no more then a whisper.

"She died of consumption. She was only 19".

"Oh Tommy I-". He shakes his head. Lifting his hand slightly in an effort to quiet you.

"I have fond memories of her. Kept away in my mind. Ones that remind me of what its like to feel. To appreciate the things in this world. Yes I am sad about her death. But I wouldn't be the man I am today if I'd never experienced that". You watch him. Hesitate slightly. Putting your hand out as you rest it gently over his. Squeezing it reassuringly.

"I am so sorry". He looks at your hand covering his. His soft features looking up at you. Eyes kind as they meet your gaze. You bring your bottom lip between your teeth. Tilting your head slightly as you take in a breath. "I've been thinking" you pause a moment. Unsure to gather your thoughts or for dramatic effect. "I think you should become a partner of Mr Finnley. He would be great for the growth of your business and it would be stupid to not take this opportunity due to events that happened a decade ago". He watches you. A soft nod.

"I want you to come to the family meeting this morning". You shake your head. Moving your hand from his as you dart your eyes away. Tilting your head down.

"I can't-"

"You have insight on Mr Finnley that I don't have. You will be able to give a clear cut analysis of what a future would be like with him as a partner". He places a hand onto your cheek. Gently forcing you to look at him. "What do you think then ey?". Your eyes go over his features. Sharp eyes. Defined cheek bones. Smooth skin. Small scar on his cheek. You take in a breath. Nodding. A light smile comes over his lips. "Good girl". He moves his hand away. Standing up. Your eyes follow him. Watching as he takes out a pocket watch. "I will inform Betty that she will need to get Charlie up this morning if he wakes before the meeting is finished. Meeting starts at 8:30 in the study room. Giving you a little over half an hour". He places the watch back into his pocket. Turning as he walks out the door.

Gently knocking onto the door of his study. "Come in" the voice of your husband speaks. You go inside. Your husband sat on the other side of his desk. His two brothers also in the room. As well as his aunt. Shutting the door behind you as you go and lean against the wall. Folding your arms over your torso as you rest on one side.

"The meeting started 5 minutes ago". Polly says. Glaring at you. Seeing your husband take out and light a cigarette. Looking at her as you let her chastise you. "Apparently we couldn't start it without you. Goodness knows why"

"Because I need insight on a future business partner" Tommy says. You all look at him. He removes the smoke from his lips. Resting his palm against the desk. "Mr Benjamin Finnley".

"That name sounds familiar". John says. Shuffling in his seat as he tries to think of the name.

"Mrs Dickinson - his recently remmaried mother came to our housewarming party. Causing quite a commotion that night. Due to the recent affair that this had caused he has contacted Florence. Wanting to apologise and make amends for her behaviour. I thought that the close family should know of this business as it has a lot of good potential for our futures". He pauses. Taking a puff of his smoke before motioning towards you. "Because of his past involving Flo I wanted her opinion on him. As a person and as a potential business partner. She has the best insight on who he is". Meeting those blue eyes he speaks in a kind yet demanding tone. "Care to enlighten us".

"What could she possibly know?". Polly scoffs. Shaking her head. You bring your hand up. Scratching at the back off your neck. Avoiding eye contact with all of them as you cast your eyes downwards. Both arms coming forward as you fiddle with your wedding band. Hands resting into your stomach as you start speaking.

"Mr Finnley owns a large business up in London. He inherited the company when he turned 18 - 4 years after his father death. After this he started making new business. He now owns several business dealing in tobacco, alcohol, training horses, and a few other things. He owns a flower shop that his sister works in". Looking upward. Seeing an amused and proud face adorning your husbands features as your various in laws look at you in bewilderment. "He is the youngest of three. Having one sister and one brother. Sadly his eldest brother died during the war. Being the only male left he inherited his fathers fortune". You pause. Once again folding your arms over your torso.

"He would be a very good partner to have in sense of wealth and power. He has enough money to buy the King. Although I do not know him from a professional standard. I do know he is- he puts his business first". You take in a breath. Nodding slightly. "You would be wise to become a business partner of his. I think it would be a great career choice". Silence comes over the room. Tommy nods. Motioning at you.

"How well did you know him?". Arthur speaks. Looking at you. "Did you ever do business with him or were you two friends?". You move your eyes down as you think through your words carefully. Bringing them back up as you look at him.

"He was my fiance". Polly laughs. Shaking her head.

"Tommy you aren't serious about this?" she speaks to her nephew. "Is it wise doing business with him?" Pol says. Almost bursting with the idea. "Given your wife's past relation with the man"

"The relationship that me and Mr Finnley had ended a decade ago. I have put all past feelings for him to the side as I am aware of the potential good that this business opportunity could have for this family". She scoffs at the notion. Looking away from you as your husband speaks.

"Does anyone else have anything to add?". Silence fills the room. Causing him to nod. Stubbing out his cigarette in the small glass dish resting on his desk. Standing as he speaks. "Good. Now I have business to attend to elsewhere. Florence write up a letter to send back to Mr Finnley. I trust your judgment and writing capability to write a pleasant letter back telling him that we will be up in London in a week today to see him". You nod. His brothers and aunt following him in suit as they leave the room. Leaving you leaning against the wall.

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So I Watched Bucchigiri?!... (My Review)

(Before you proceed, I'll assume you watched the show but honestly you can still read it since i will limit the spoilers for those who want to watch the show)

1.First Impression/Why did i Watched it?

Youtube Ad victim (yes you read that right), the clip showing a mixture of throwing hands and humour looked interesting and fun.

(this crunchyroll ad above) IM NOT GONNA LIE, I 100% WATCHED THIS SHOW BECAUSE OF OUTA TAHIDE'S FINE ASS IN THE AD (CLICKBAIT VICTIM).

2. Story (5/10)

Laconic: A Red Aladdin style genie demon have a 300 year old beef with his blue boyfriend so now a lame loser high schooler maxs his stats and have to fight but dont get it twisted CORN ADDICITON WILL PREVAIL!

ehhh... Trashcan come to the podium. The biggest issue of this show are the plot points & certain characters motivations/personalities (ehum, Arajin. Ehum, Mahoro). Some are gear grinding when they appeared on screen. I'm not gonna dig too deep but the story sounds good on paper but when you add the unsufferabble MC, everything falls down the drains (Matakara should have been the MC).

I understand this is supposed to be a funny show but some tropes fall flat and are aggravating at best. Honestly Arajin & Mahoro are eating up most of the points for this categorie (get the lame simpery and mincest out of here). Other characters and the storyline as a whole did their thing regardless of the cliché they carried BUT ITS HARD LOOKING PAST THE BAD.

3. Characters (9/10) (THE BEST PART)

Before diving deeper, Bucchigiri is a mid show with AMAZING & GREATLY DESIGNED CHARACTERS. Aside from my thirst for Outa, I've looked up other characters before watching the show anf their designs are really good (MAPPA delivered). Which is why i'm disappointed to see them mishandled like that.

Also y'all couldnt have another female character to balance out Mahoro? (please omfg)

3.5. Simplified Characters Impresssions

MATAKARA(LEFT): Welcome back Suzaku Kururugi! ARAJIN (RIGHT): Walking Trashcan, Weirdo Simp from the deepest part of the abyss & Certified Mean Girl.

KOMAO (LEFT): My Ray of Sunshine (Is that a skirt and some dreads? SLAY!) ZABU (RIGHT): Min Yoongi (Suga)

MARITO: Mahito (JJK) + Boutarou the Pirate (Golden Kamuy) + The Pink haired dude from Sk8 the Infinity. OUTA: Some tanning slipped into the Manwha Male algorithm.

THEM TOGETHER : 2025 MatchaBlossom (sprinkle some crack over it)

JABASHIRI (RIGHT): So this is where Zabuza went after dying... Justified Hater of the MC (i stan with him) btw bro a hard head makes a soft ass... HAGURE (LEFT): Under heavy protection, Jabishiri should have beat you up for how you did him during the fighting tournament. I Knew you couldnt fight but i love you anyway... THEY ARE MY FAVOURITE DUO I CANT LIE (or ship i guess).

ARAJIN'S MOM (LEFT): Emotional Wincest Boy Mom MAHORO (RIGHT): That one sided bro/sis wincest in anime. GOING TO HELL IN A CASKET.

I'm not gonna say more.... (Nanami your boy is tweaking)

CAT DUDE (LEFT): Kiba Inuzuka's arch nemesis + Ouran High School Host Club KEN (RIGHT): Tekken/Street Fighter Character + King of Rule34

Well...

4. Watching Experience (5/10)

Yall know i will never complain about a 12 episodes anime (shout out to GANGSTA) but this serie would have benifited from more episodes with the story it was trying to go for. Because it really gave EASILY FORGIVEN and lets all dance around the campfire (wait arent yall opposite gangs or we dropping it and merging together?!.)

Like ive said the MC slowed down the watching experience because i had to actually leave and come back to later due to being so pissed off.

5. Do I Recommend?

As crazy as it sounds, i do recommend it. the 12 episodes will not take too much of your time and these characters a worthy of being love and appriciated to the fullest (the fanart is kinda dry).

In a way this series is a win for me regardless my complaints because the fights are cool as hell and its really showed me how to make great characters regardless the setting. I can see how this show could be a banger to others and it definetly can.

FINAL REVIEW (5/10)

Thanks for Coming to my TED Talk!

[dottieisdotting]

Patch,pregnancy and proposals - S.J.Y

requested?: no

pairing(s):gangsta!Jake x AFAB!Pregnant! reader - but gender isn't specified 

Genre: fluff, angst (if you squint)

warning(s): a few injuries, blood mentions, pregnancy

Summary:Jaeyun comes home all injured and you scold him but still patch him up,like always

word count: 522

A/N: another one from my list of my one writings, again I am still taking requests as always. I have no idea where this was going. I believe ive done Jake dirty in this. Make sure you are eating and drinking well, have a good night/day/ morning and I hope you enjoy! Mwah!.

Another day, another mission. You sat at home in Jaeyun’s manor off the outskirts of Seoul picking at the skin around your fingers waiting very anxiously for your boyfriend to waltz through the arched entrance. ”C’mon,c’mon”  you say impatiently over and over until you see bright headlights shining through the windows. 

You were relieved but also scared to see what state he’d come back to you this time. You bite your lip as the door opens and in walks Jake, bloodied and bruised with his bodyguards behind him. He sees you and his smile widens and he waltzes over to you, ushering his bodyguards away

”hi baby” He says as he sits down on the couch. You shake your head before walking off to find a first aid kit. You run into a housekeeper and she leads you to one, you thank her and make your way back to your boyfriend.

You make him sit as you tend to his wounds, not being as careful as you should. He could tell you were pissed. ”baby, why are you mad at me?”  you sigh and don't say anything whilst you clean under his eye and put cream on it.

”I'm upset because you come home every week with new injuries, Jaeyun. I'm worried about you, I'm worried that you'll get yourself killed before you get a chance to meet your daughter” his eyes soften and he reaches over to hold your growing bump

”I'm so sorry baby, I'm so,so sorry” He kneels before you, resting his forehead on the bump before kissing it. ”I promise I'll get better for our baby girl, I swear to you, my love.” you feel your heartbeat a little faster when he kneels and promises that he’d get better

You believe him and run your hands through his hair. ”I promise” he whispers and stands up. You put a had on his bruised cheek and rub it gently. He leans down to connect your lips, hands on either side of your bump, rubbing it. 

Jake was truly in love with you and couldn't wait to be a father, especially to a little girl. He’d sworn to you that he would stop getting hurt and step down from his position as head of the ‘Sim mafia clan’ and give the title to his older brother, Heeseung. 

Your lips meet in a sweet kiss,savouring it like it was the last. Jaeyun had enough of seeing you worried every other night. He loved you and wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He pulls away and clears his throat.

Jaeyun gets down on one knee and presents you with his great grandmother's ring, a family heirloom. ”---, i love you with all my heart and i promise to keep loving you until my last breath. I want us to be happy and one. Will you do me the honours of becoming my wife, will you marry me?” 

You look at him with teary eyes, his impromptu proposal and your messy hormones make you say yes instantly. He slips the ring onto your finger and kisses it

A/N: I have no idea what this is and I kinda hate it . I was shattered (tired) when writing this. Idk what to do with it. It will stay as a one shot and I promise to write better for Jake in the future. MY REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!

[saffronapplemanga]

Recent Read Manga Recommendation Round Up (plus anime!) - Part 3

Manga/anime I’ve been enjoying recently! Links to part 1 and part 2.

Twitter link to this post here.

~Links to my other manga posts~ My personal favs/ones I super enjoyed will have a ✨ on them :)

PLEASE LOOK UP ANY TRIGGER WARNINGS!

CRIME, ACTION, DRAMA

✨GANGSTA. by Kohske

(8 volumes + chapters released past vol.8, hiatus)

Available in English

Please check out my dedicated post I linked for this series. I worked super hard on it!

If you take one recommendation from this list, let it be GANGSTA. I’m begging… This series is going in my all-time favs. I have a whole “Why You Should Check GANGSTA. Out” section in my dedicated post, so definitely take a look at that! But in short: Do you enjoy great character writing? A diverse, adult cast featuring different races and disability rep (deaf MC)? A gritty setting? A FOUND FAMILY OF DORKS?

I'm obsessed and I'm making it my mission to take as many of you down with me as possible...

TIME TRAVEL, SUPERNATURAL

Link Click directed by Li Haoling

(24 Episodes - Season 2 Coming Soon)

Link Click is a donghua from Studio LAN and streamed on Bilibili — the Chinese streaming service that I do some subs for, if you're unfamiliar with them — as well as Funimation. I enjoyed the art, animation, and atmosphere. The premise is that two guys working at a print shop time travel through photos to help their clients. And who doesn't love a trio of kids with a big-hearted jokester, the quiet, mature one, and a feisty girl who reins them in? I think this is my first donghua and I enjoyed it!

Plus, the opening and ending themes are pretty slick ->

Season 1 Opening Theme - Adding it to the playlist.

MECH, POLITICAL, SCHOOL

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury by Yatate Hajime

(12 Episodes + Prologue - Season 2 currently airing)

Let me tell you about me and Gundam.

I used to work at a translation company in Tokyo where I translated some Gundam figure commercials/interviews (which are currently privated on Youtube, unfortunately) amongst other things. I'm telling you guys, every time I walked into the office and saw an email from Bandai/TAMASHII NATIONS with a new Gundam translation request in my inbox, I would cry a lot little inside. I had never watched anything Gundam and didn't know what the heck was going on in the stuff I had to translate. There was this one interview with a figure designer where I was like, "Oh, you have to be a Gundam fan to understand what the heck he's talking about..." I remember me, another translator, and our editor staring at our screens exasperated. We managed, though. Big shoutout to the Gundam Wiki — not that I understood anything from it LOL.

If you told me back then that I would enjoy a Gundam thing, I would've laughed — but here I am, enjoying a Gundam thing. I'm not into mechs, even though I think robots/robot-adjacent stuff + space are cool. Still, I could never get into mechs for some reason. So if you're like me, try The Witch from Mercury. Our MCs are these two girls who end up engaged to each other in a rather hilarious way imo, with a colorful cast of supporting characters. The political themes I hear Gundam is known for really hooked me, and I LOVE how the kids handle a situation they end up in. I won't say more so as not to spoil it, but I think this is a great entry point for Gundam newbies!

Season 1 Opening Theme - Am I turning into a Gundam fan? Wild. Who would've thought the day would come? What if I start getting into Gunpla? A slippery slope, really.

SLICE OF LIFE, SCHOOL

✨Skip and Loafer by Takamatsu Misaki

(10 volumes, ongoing) + Season 1 Anime

Available in English

I remember seeing volume one of this series at the bookstore I frequented in Ikebukuro Station when it had just come out. Sooooo many times, I almost picked it up over the years. But I always passed because I was swamped with work, school, and current reads.

Now, I have a little more time on my hands, and the new anime adaptation has so much love put into it! A great coming-of-age story following young Mitsumi as she moves to the big city for school. This series is so wholesome, it's cavity-inducing.

This opening is the most delightful thing~

SLICE OF LIFE

Hotel Metsäpeuraan e Youkoso by Fukuta Seira

(5 volumes, ongoing)

JP only

In the mountains of Finland is a hotel run by two men. One day they see a young man outside in a snowstorm, and bring him inside. The men can tell that teenager Jun seems to have a heavy past and offer him a job and place to stay at the hotel.

Super cute, wholesome, and has great found family vibes!

SLICE OF LIFE, FOOD

Samenai Machi no Kisaten by Hasha

(2 volumes, complete)

JP only

A chill read with a touch of melancholy. At the end of each chapter is a recipe! The art is very cute and pleasing.

DYSTOPIAN, SCI-FI

✨Fool Night by Yasuda Kasumi

(8 volumes, ongoing)

JP only

In the future, the sky is blacked out, not allowing any sun through. To survive, technology has been developed to turn people into plants. The real horror is late stage capitalism though. I'm in love with the art and atmosphere of this series. I can't wait to read more!

ROMANCE

Gakusou by Tsurimaki Nodoka

(oneshot)

JP only

This is a super short one-chapter oneshot. Cute little read with lovely art! By the same author as 聖血の海獣/Seiketsu no Kemono, a 3-volume manga I've been meaning to read.

LGBTQ, DRAMA, COMEDY

To Strip The Flesh by Tooda Oto

(oneshot/anthology)

Available in English

An anthology that has some funny stories, and some that made me feel too seen...

DYSTOPIAN, SCI-FI, CRIME, ACTION, POLITICAL

✨PSYCHO-PASS by Urobuchi Gen

Check anilist for all content because the seasons, movies, manga, light novels, and watch order are a little all over the place.

The Psycho-Pass: Inspector Shinya Kogami manga is available in English from publisher Dark Horse.

Set in the future, Japan has implemented a surveillance state that measures people's psyche and flags anyone with the potential to do crime, even if they have not done anything or will never have done anything.

I watched season one back when it first came out in 2012. Since then, I would see ads for new content at the train stations in Japan and thought I’d catch up. There’s a new movie, PSYCHO-PASS PROVIDENCE, releasing May 12, 2023.

I've been having a lot of dumb, edgy fun with this series and its on-the-nose political themes. It's kinda camp-y? I do wish it spent more time on character moments, though.

I love me a trio (which seems to be a theme in this round-up lol) and this series has a good trio! Akane is such a great character, and Shinya and MY BOY GINOZA NOBUCHIKA!!! have been thoroughly entertaining me.

I love him. I wanna bully him and stuff him into a locker...

[kelin-is-writing]

ASKJLAWKDJFJAKKDDN

CONGRATS ON 500 FOLLOWERS 🥳💕

and since it's time to celebrate i brought a special little dabi thought with me hehe

it took him a while to fully trust you even after you started dating. but once he's sure he can trust you wholeheartedly he finally opens up about his past. he even goes as far as telling you his real name but the way he talks about it makes it obvious that he doesn't like the name since it's tied to many horrible memories.

you make sure not to bring it up unless he initiates a conversation about his past which made him trust and love you even more (although he had thought that was impossible)

well and then you mess up. it happened in the heat of the moment while dabi was balls-deep inside of you. already thoroughly fucked out it just kinda slipped and when he heard you say his real name for the first time his brain practically short-circuited.

the only thing on his mind now was to hear you say it again and again until all you managed to produce were broken whimpers and moans.

he can't believe how lucky he is to have you in his life. someone who really sees him for once and doesn't cast him aside like a broken toy.

he's not dabi around you anymore from that night on. he's touya now when he's with you and he'll make sure it stays that way. the ring that's hidden in his coat's pocket (which he actually paid for) was only the beginning.

- 🥛

THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN FOR THE CONGRATULATIONS ON 500+ FOLLOWERS 🥳🎉🎊

and thank you so so much milk for always supporting me and sending such amazing asks all the time, it makes me feel truly happy and appreciated as a writer and also as a friend, because we share to each others thoughts through asks almost everyday, which makes me always hyped and looking forward to what you send for me!!!! 😁💕

and damn—

dabi is all badass and gangsta until you moan a “touyahhn!”, that comes out super erotic. he stills inside of you while glancing down your way with wide turquoise eyes as his hand goes to rest under your right knee “what did you just call me, princess?”, the villain questioned almost breathless, realizing what you did your hand flies in front of your mouth alarmed before you bite your bottom lip “i’m sorry i– ack!”, before you can even finish dabi’s his had snapped against yours sharply, making your body bounce upwards from the action, confused eyes looking at your boyfriend who was simply staring at you with a dark glint inside his orbs “tell me, what did you just call me princess?”, you gazed back at him unsure before answering finally “touya...”, your cheeks immediately turned red as you felt his dick getting more huge, than it already was, inside your cunt “shit– ‘ s not funny baby... if you my name like that, how am i supposed to not fuck you hard?”, and pressing your right leg against your chest, the raven haired boy started to slap his hips roughly against your getting drunk on the sweet moans leaving your mouth “say the name love, say it for me...”, he coos with a lovesick glint inside his eyess more intense than the other times, his hips rolling so deliciously against yours that you almost forgot what dabi just asked “touya... ahh... ngh– touya!”, you moaned resting both hands on his shoulders while arching your back at every thrust, but what you didn’t expect was for him to pick up pace out of nowhere as his hands went to grab your hips to pin you on place so he could pound your sopping wet pussy harder, getting like that a moan so loud you could bet everyone in your condo heard it “yes baby, my princess, my love, my everything, i’m here. feelin’ good?” “hmn so good, touyaaaa!”, you cried out surrounding his neck with your arms clenching around his length when the tip hit a spongy spot inside of you, it made your head spin and dabi’s hips stutter suddenly “argh–! fuck yeah... you feel so damn amazing y/n... ahh–!”, he heaved rasply while snapping his hips into yours with staccato groans, eye rolled almost completely to the back of his head while mouth was left gaping, that sight only was enough to make you cream all over his dick to the very base of it with a whiny loud moan “t-touya! inside! i want your cum inside!”, you begged closing your legs around his hips to stick him flush against your pelvis, pleading teary eyes looking at him so needy he let out a pleased groan as his arms went to hug your body beneath him, forehead resting against the pillow as he gritted his teethes hard “say no more!”, and with one last thrust he painted your walls with white ropes that drooled from inside your pussy to his pelvis, your heavy pants and the smell of sex filling the room “fuck... i love you so damn much baby...”, dabi spoke, his cheek now resting against your cleavage as he looked at you with loving and mesmerised eyes “i love you so damn much too, touya...”, you said back surrounding his head with one harm, to hold him close to your chest, while caressing his cheek with your thumb and tenderly smiling down at the villain who felt his heart flutter because of your words, your expression, your voice, your touch, everything.

once again the arsonist came to the conclusion of one sure thing: he wanted to marry you so bad.

[gothamphantomgoat]

[omahasnakes]

1996: It gets Better. Or in some cases, retroactively worse.

I really honestly referred to 1996’s chart as a “palate cleanser”! Not “an absolute emotional minefield”? Not “you’re going to be crying in your car while listening to ‘Name’ by The Goo Goo Dolls”?!

I was excited when I wrote up to 2022 chart to report that fully 10% of the top 100 that year were Spanish-language tracks. But even back in 1996, we had two songs on the chart in Spanish: #98, the cringe classic “Macarena” by Los del Rio, and the number ONE song of the year, *squints at notes*: “Macarena- Bayside Boys Remix”.

My grasping claim at authenticity is that I first heard this song in Mexico City at a discotheque. I was the girl they pulled up onto a chair to demonstrate learning the basic dance movements- I assume it’s standard to choose the ugliest duckling for this honor? Later, when I was getting hit on less than my friends, someone offered me the condolence that it was just because I’m not blonde. They were right to offer up this worldly advice!

I count it among the saddest realizations of my adult life that when Darius Rucker says that the dolphins made him cry, he meant the football team. I had instantly conjured an adorable vignette where Darius goes to Sea World and the dolphins don’t scare him, exactly, but he is very startled when one comes out of the tank to nuzzle him. There are tears. A close second is the realization that Quad City DJs do not in fact rep the quad cities of Davenport, Bettendorf, Rock Island, and Moline.

Song of the Year: Is it reasonable to say anything other than Macarena? “You Oughta Know” by Alanis Morissette is on the chart, but I think it’s more correct to talk about it in the context of 1995. Still, it’s an all-timer. And Flea performed the bassline- listen to it now with that on your mind!

“California Love” by 2Pac, Roger, and Dr. Dre could be that Song of the Year candidate. This isn’t a 1996 memory by any means, but in 2014 I moved to Orange County, California from Maryland. I moved for my spouse’s job, and I moved not only without having my own job lined up, but completely sight-unseen. No one, myself included, had even considered that I should see the place I was moving to. Shortly after moving, my friends Nadia and Nathan visited, and I remember riding around LA in their rental car when this song came on. This was maybe the first moment after my move when I thought, yeah, this might be ok.

Song that may have actually aged well: “Missing” by Everything but the Girl

Forgotten Gems: “1-2-3-4 (Sumpin’ New)” by Coolio and “Woo Hah!! Got You All in Check” by Busta Rhymes. I wasn’t actually that aware of hip hop music in 1996. I was no longer listening to the Top 40 station (KQKQ Sweet 98 in Omaha) but instead was listening to whichever current iteration of the “alternative” station. We thought we were cool, but it turns out “alternative” was just exclusionary.

Similarly, the “Waiting to Exhale” soundtrack mostly left no trace in my mind, but I can also blame that on not being in the right age demographic. It’s all over the 1996 chart, though, and rightly so.

“Give Me One Reason” by Tracy Chapman and “Hook” by Blues Traveler: both of these songs bring back specific memories of trying to relate to my mother by offering her a current popular song that I thought she could find acceptable. She didn’t take the bait either time.

“Gangsta’s Paradise” by Coolio and L.V. The first R-rated movie I saw in the theater was “Dangerous Minds.” I lied and said that I saw “To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar” which somehow was more acceptable than a film about the power of teaching! I’m sure I was shifty about my lie, which was chalked up to premarital sex, but it’s definitely on brand in retrospect.

I’m including the video for “Ironic” by Alanis Morisette as a favorite iconic video from the 1996 chart, but it’s also a trap I’ve set to see if anyone will jump into the comments without reading the whole essay to push their glasses up and offer their opinion on which lyrics of the song do or do not embody the concept of irony.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jne9t8sHpUc

Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.

[ellen-reincarnated1967]

Not sure if I ever posted this fic

Prompt- Reader is a Junior in High School and has a vision of her parents’ brutal, yet supernatural deaths. She immediately calls her best friend, Dean Winchester, a Senior, who comforts her the only way he knows how. Fluff and some supernatural death.

For @fightingalongwinchesters

You were sitting in your AP English class, revising your paper on The Great Gatsby, as your teacher assisted others with their assignments. You daydreamed about the great love story inserting yourself into Daisy’s shoes. Oh to have someone look at you like he looked at Daisy! That wasn’t to say you didn’t have a few takers; but they didn’t do anything for you. They didn’t make your heart race, they didn’t make you forget to breathe, and they sure as heck didn’t make you want to doodle your first and their last names together with little hearts and swirls. Right on cue, you felt your cell buzz in your back pocket, and as you scanned the room, to make sure your teacher wasn’t looking, you pulled it out to see a text from your best friend, Dean Winchester. Now Dean, he made you laugh, he made you feel safe, and best of all, he wasn’t the player all the other girls in the Senior class made him out to be. In fact, you would never mutter this aloud, but he was just as big a nerd, as his little brother Sammy. He just kept his intellect to himself; using snark, bravado, and his good looks to mask it.

Bio is KILLING me, Smalls

You had to chuckle, Dean would never quote gangsta rapper, Notorious B.I.G. No, it was his nickname for you, because you were a whopping 5’4 to his 6’1. However, that didn’t stop you from replying back,

You’ve got nothin’ on Gatsby, Biggie

Dean sent you another text within seconds, geesh, his Biology class must really be kicking his ass today. You smiled a goofy grin as you read one of the lines from non other than The Great Gatsby. “Geek” you muttered under your breath.

“Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.”

You were about to shoot him another text, when you heard your teacher fast approaching from the back of the row you were sitting in, and quickly stashed your cell in the front pocket of your messenger bag.

“Y/N”, her squeaky voice made your jaw ache, “would you mind helping Jenna with her final draft, while I peruse your modifications on The Great Gatsby paper you so brilliantly have written?”

“Sure thing, Ms. Calloway,” you slid your foot toward the messenger bag, kicking it further under your desk, so she didn’t hear the buzzing, indicative of another text from Dean.

Another twenty minutes passed by as you assisted Jenna with her outline for her final draft and with each second ticking by on the large clock above the classroom door, you found yourself battling the onslaught of a migraine. The words were starting to jumble together as you attempted to proofread Jenna’s awful handwriting, orbs of light began to flash in front of your eyes, nausea began to creep it’s way up your throat, and that’s when it hit you; stabbing pain in your right temple. You grunted in pain as you white knuckled the desk, Jenna’s voice distant albeit she was inches from your face. You’ve experienced auras before with your migraines, but this time, with each jolt of pain, images began to flash in front of your eyes. You were only getting glimpses, but with each one, the more they became violent.

Blood splatters against the linoleum.

Another jolt of pain; another image.

A woman’s screams, the man in the kitchen grabbing at his throat as blood begins to seep through his graying fingers.

Jolt!

The man falls to his knees, gasping for air that won’t come. Arterial spray splatters across your vision as the woman’s abdomen is slashed and her throat too is sliced.

Jolt!

Claw marks on the refrigerator, bloody handprints, the woman’s final attempt to leave a message, her bloody fingers, slowly and haphazardly scribbling letters onto the floor near her dying body.

Jolt!

A photo. The three of you posing in front of your house. Your house. Your mother. Your father. Your freshman face.

“Oh my God, no!”

You wretched onto the floor of the classroom, screaming in between sobs, as you came to the harrowing conclusion that what you just saw, what you had just seen, was the murder of your parents. You didn’t know what to do; classmates were trying to assist you, but you swung your arms and kicked your legs out in frustration, fury, bitterness. You found your bag under your desk and somehow, without any recollection, found yourself locked inside the girls’ locker room. You maneuvered yourself so that your back was against the door, knowing you couldn’t run home, you turned to the only person you trusted. With shaking hands, you texted Dean.

Girls locker room. I need u. NOW.

Dean stared at the screen on his cellphone, sensing your urgency, hefted his backpack over one shoulder and beelined to the door. Before his teacher could even get out his last name, Dean was out the door and sprinting to the girl’s locker room. He stood in front of the door and looked around the hallway to see if anyone was around and tried to push open the bulky wooden door. Something or someone was jamming it from the inside. He cursed under his breath, reached into his back pocket for his lock picking set, crouched down to see the keyhole, and began to wiggle the lock open.

Inside you felt the door being tampered with and your flight or fight instincts kicked in. You backed up, watching the lock go from horizontal to parallel, and stepped to the side. You caught your breath, swung your fist and connected knuckles to nose cartilage.

“Jesus, Y/N,” Dean held a hand to his now bloody nose, “what the hell?”

“Dean!” you jumped into his arms, your eyes swollen from crying, and wept into his shoulder.

“I didn’t know, I th-thought you were goin’ to k-kill me too,” you sniffled into his navy and green flannel.

“Kill you?” Dean held you at arm’s length and looked at you with such concern, “Y/N, why would you think that?”

“Dean, I need to tell you something, and you’re goin’ to think I’m crazy, hell,” you laughed to yourself, “I think I’m goin’ crazy.”

“Look at me,” Dean lifted your chin gently, “ain’t nothin’ you can tell me that is goin’ to make me think that.”

_____________________________________________________________________________

After Dean successfully lifted you towards him from the top of the lockers and out the locker room windows, you raced to the parking lot. You began to rattle off every detail of those images and the painful migraine, Dean never interrupting. He was so calm. You waited for him to tell you that what you saw was just a figment of your imagination. That what you saw, what you felt with each vision, never happened. Instead, Dean asked you if you had ever had one of these visions before, how long were you getting migraines, had you ever smelled rotten eggs in your house, did the lights flicker, and his list just kept getting longer and more exasperating. You never noticed that he had pulled out his cellphone and sent a quick text.

“Dean!” you snapped at him, “What would any of that have to do with what I saw?”

“We need to go see if they are alright, please, I just need to know my parents are okay.”

Dean sighed at the incoming text, fidgeted with his steering wheel, refusing to look you in the eyes. He finally looked up at you after you huffed more than five times, aggravated with his silence.

“You can’t go home, Y/N,” he whispered, “you can’t ever go home.”

“What are you sayin’, Dean,” you swallowed a lump of despair, “Dean, what do you mean I can’t go home?”

“They’re dead, Y/N,” Dean pulled you into his strong arms, his father’s leather jacket, wrapped around your shaking shoulders, “my dad’s there now with Sammy.”

“Why would they be at my house, Dean?”

“Because, Y/N, this is what we do, it’s what we know,” Dean couldn’t believe he was about to tell you about the “family business”.

______________________________________________________________________________

Dean’s cell phone began to ring after he told you everything; every detail of his life up until they moved to your hometown two years ago. It was the longest they stayed in one place, his father finally coming to terms with how his sons needed an education. “It’s my dad,” he raised the phone to his ear, “Yes’sir,” Dean nodded, “she’s safe, yes’sir, okay.”

“Dean? you looked up to him with wide, Y/E/C, eyes, shell shocked, “What now?”

“Now, Princess, you come home with us, and we’ll take care of everything,” Dean grabbed your hand and caressed small circles with the pad of his thumb across your skin, “Let me take care of you.”

“You’d do that,” you asked him, a small smile appearing on your lips, and you quickly let it drop, “why would you do that for me?”

“Because, Y/N, you’re my best friend, I love you, I’m in love with you,” Dean shrugged, “have been since you helped me with that book report on Cider House Rules.” You couldn’t believe what was happening; your world was falling apart and your best friend just admitted that he loved you.

And then he quoted The Great Gatsby again and your heart did what you could only in your highschool years of knowledge classify as a backflip, right there in your chest.

“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”

“Let me be your eyes, Y/N,” Dean kissed her, “let me help you feel again.”

[jestershark]

if you say "i like everything except country and hip-hop"

there was a post going around a while ago which had people justifying why they don't listen to black music and rap and it pissed me off so i made a baby's first rap playlist.

some personalized recommendations below the cut

Being An Ally (tm) means complaining about racism and also Pushing The People You Are In Community With To Do Better. so I've compiled a list of excuses I've heard people make and some songs to counteract those excuses.

so i went through the post and then some reddit/quora responses for "why don't you like black artists" and "why don't you like rap"-- the general answer for lots of these is "you have uninterrogated racism and bias and you aren't working on fixing that"

so while i don't think a lot of these excuses are like, good excuses, I'm going to go down a list of excuses and recommend some starter songs

i think a lot of White Kids have this response of "i like everything except rap and country", but black musicians make every kind of music! rap itself has a ton of variation-- it's not just mumble rap and gangsta rap, there's tons of artists with different voices, different styles, and different results. (honestly a lot of you would like backpack rap and nerd rap. i see you)

here's my list

"I like music with good lyrics"

try out doechii

By the time you hear this I'll have taken on another form The way I been snappin ya'll gon end up my children of the corn I think I've adapted to all of the cannibal savages I feel a Possession in this session I need a catholic to Assess it Come and bless it Then undress it

mf DOOM is a favourite for a fucking reason:

There's four sides to every story If these walls could talk, they'd probably still ignore me Contemplate war over a cup of warm coffee It's really getting gory, tell your problem to Maury

Don't bore V with the "Glory, hallelu-ey" Crews be like, foo-ey he's just a buncha hoo-ey I knew he had new G, who he? Viktor Vaughn He had a new sicker song, I think he call it "Lickupon"

like 90% of hiphop is just incredible lyricism and puns. what's not to like.

"rappers just write about drugs and violence"

writing about violence well is art! this song is art:

this song talks about violence, does that make it bad? unrelatable? why does it do that?

also if you like music that has INSANE lyrical flexibility, please listen to this:

"i only like music if i can somehow tie it to my ocs"

everything is going wrong in my oc's life and they're barely keeping it together:

"i like strings and traditional instruments"

this baseline + godzilla sampling is so good-- listen to how they pass the verses back and forth!

this whole album is a master class in good sampling and i really recommend it!

"i like kpop"

here's a rap song with miku in it

"i like gay music only"

there are SO MANY gay rappers and hip hop artists, so many. do you deny the internet? this song by ilovemakonnen is extremely Gay Love. here's a song about being a huge lesbian.

here's a huge playlist: find SOMETHING. here's a bunch more.

"Most all rappers sound the same", "the beats nearly all the same", "Not a whole lot of melodic value to rap" , "Most modern rap is crap with no actual musicianship or storytelling", "Because rap is hedonistic, narcissistic, misogynistic and worst of all violent."

ok go through and listen to what I've linked above. do those all sound the same to you? think about why. think about what you like about other music, and what it might be about this music in particular that you don't like.

if you listen to a song by tupac, or snoop dog, or any other 90s rapper, their music is the cornerstone of all of modern music. including country. including kpop. including stuff that's far away from any other music. without hiphop and rap you don't have like. half the other genres that currently exist, and the other half have no reason to evolve or change.

"I just don't like their vocal timber"

you're racist. find jesus.

A final word:

listen to critics who say this stuff better than i can-- and i guarantee these are fun youtube videos to watch by creators who Are Good At Their Jobs

the rap critic

fd signifier

foreign man in a foreign land

khadija mbowe

princess weekes

bonus some of you should watch this video and this video

[eleven441]

The Jetz 1 WWE

(ft. The Bloodline, Jey USO , Tenaya, Naomi and other WWE superstars)

(based on fast an furious, idk which one though 🤷 maybe 6 or 7)

"So how the hell are we gonna handle the black 9's when they roll through!!!" Yelled Jey, my husband.

He was yelling at Sami Zayn, a close family friend. Incase your asking , Jey was yelling it him because we didn't have any weapons in place. We wanted to get back at the Black 9's for ambushing our company for agents , spies and hackers. HE , was in charge of the weapons we needed to get back at em.

The Black 9 is a mafia gang, made up of some of the toughest people ever known. Rhea Ripley, Finn Balor, Dominic masterio (aka mop top😆🖕) , JD whatever in one section and sadly... The people in the other section is our family. Jimmy Uso, Solo Sikoa, and. Roman Reigns.

Jey was hella mad , but that turned me on , Soo much. He was smoking hot, in his jet black suit and a black bandana in his head. I was wearing some leather black track pants, a grey vest and some sneakers. With a black F1 racing jacket.

"For the last time, I don't know. I've looked everywhere. They were , where they were supposed to be!" Jey looked at him with a furious face and then calmed down. "Look Sami , I just want you to find every weapon you lost, aight!?" He said looking him in the eye."Yes sir" he sighed rolling his eyes.

Jey quickly turned away from him and stormed Into the kitchen were I was. I heard everything because I was in the next room. "So what the FUCK we gonna do now ? " I asked with a slight frown on my face.

" I don't even know baby" He walked to me and pulled my chin to his mouth to give me a sweet little kiss. He also kissed our son. I was holding him in the arms. "Don't worry Jas , daddy gonna figure it out"

Jaseh Safari Fatu🤗💙💕

I know the baby's still young but sheeeesh , he knows alot and he real gangsta. " Yo Tee , im gonna give Montez a call.."

Jey Uso Pov😎

I took out my phone (iPhone) and dialed Montez

Big Ford💲

"Ayyy, Jey , wassup G??"

"Alot Tez , wassup whichu???"

"nothing much , wus going on???"

"Man Sami lost alla my weapons! Now we have nothing to use"

"Damn, that man (laughs) aight come over and we'll talk"

"Ok , see you this evening"

"Yeah G , see you then"

I hung up my phone and put it back in my pocket. All I could do was look at my gorgeous wife and my adorable son. I couldn't help but think of the fact that I was planning on killing my brothers and my cousin. Nah they need to learn their lesson.

Ford , Bianca , and Dawkins are our best friends. We help eachother in everything including this... They need to have their way too. I went over to Tenaya and gave her a rough slap on her fat ass.

"Ow!, Jey" she yelped while feeding Jas. I then took a hand full and squeezed it. "Mmmm baby" I groaned behind her , kissing her neck. "Mmm Jey baby , not now. I don't wanna get wet already..."

I shifted my attention to my son , who was looking up at us with curiosity. Thank goodness he can't talk .He won't remember much , but trust me he has an idea. "I'm gonna pound that pussy later" I said,biting my lower lip. "Okay daddy" she responded.

So I just went to the take a power nap...

Jey Uso -❤️

Jimmy Uso-🗨️

Solo Sikoa - 🔄

Roman Reigns - all

[ladyimaginarium]

mini gangsta fandom rant bc im&. annoyed bc i& remember seeing a bunch of hcs back in the day of how like. striker never cared about beretta at all whatsoever & only ever cared about marco. or ppl just blatantly erasing or removing her autonomy & influence & power in the storyline & reducing her as a prop to be used for the male characters' angst or otherwise she's just there to look pretty instead of being. yknow. a villain. or g-d forbid a person. & ignoring & erasing beretta both as an individual character but also as a major person in striker's life. or that striker's lowkey violent or abusing beretta w/ her almost always being on the receiving end of all kinds of abuse or people implying that she's just plain stupid or dedicated enough to striker to be just his toy to be used for his own pleasures or that they're not equals in any way. despite canon indicating nothing of the sort & im& just like. are. ARE WE READING THE SAME FUCKING MANGA LMAO

like. striker literally NEVER, EVER, reacts negatively to her. striker CARES for her, he RESPECTS her, he PROTECTS her, he TAKES CARE of her, he TREATS HER LIKE A PERSON. striker NEVER abuses her. he NEVER swears at her. he has NEVER told her to mind her own business, he NEVER silences her or even worse, NEVER swears at her & NEVER hurts her like he had with spas when he told striker & beretta that he wouldn't be returning to the second destroyers. he NEVER said or did anything uncouth like that to her.

if anything, it's the exact opposite.

maverick literally tells spas that beretta is striker's weakness. which, coming from someone like striker, that's a hell of a compliment. she clearly wants to fuck him & expresses sexual interest & desire for him. they're almost always touching. she reaches out to hold his hand. after she "gifts" him constance, he tells her that she's incredible.

now. does any of that look like abuse or beretta being mistreated. lol

okay cw for upcoming gore & nonexplicit discussion of csa & creeps.

he PROTECTS her. he AVENGES her. he DEFENDS HER HONOR. he CANONICALLY MURDERS HER ABUSERS. i.e chau who's a grown ass 30 year old man when beretta is. literally 13 years old. a CHILD.

the night before CURSED happens, he fucking SNAPS the minute beretta tells him that three men attacked her & kills the mfs instantly.

& VIOLENTLY at that, particularly the one that threatened to kill her & after he previously said she "came onto" them, aka, beretta, a clearly visible 13 year old child, led three grown ass men on, & he keeps beating the guy even after he's dead into a bloody mess. good on striker. & seeing how unfazed beretta is, this has likely happened before. & that realization paints a very dark & sobering picture for beretta; this is a girl who grew up too fast & striker knows this & it's because of this that he's so viciously & violently protective over her.

he saved her life before. look at the look on his face when he tells her to get the FUCK out of there. that's pure unadulterated desperation.

now. do they have issues with marco?? yeah ofc !! but. yall. yall mean to tell me& that. HE DOESNT CARE FOR HER AT ALL ????

literally look at how gentle he is with her. he doesn't just throw her ass on his back then yeet her onto the stairs, he gently places her down. then he leaves her momentarily to rest & recuperate bc he cares about her rather than selfishly going on with their plan together to... do whatever the hell they were planning on w/ daniel monroe.

when the flare happens, beretta comes to get him & he's pissed because 1) he wants to go after daniel monroe & 2) he's pissed in like that angry protective bf way that she's even there with him.

he even apologizes to her. he does so right away in fact & he does so sincerely & in a teasing, loving, lighthearted way, putting himself in a position we, the audience, never see him be willing to take ( not even in situations where it was more than warranted ) because striker is just. simply not the type to feel he owes anything to anyone & much less the type who admits when he's wrong. but most importantly, he apologizes to beretta bc he genuinely WANTs to, with not a single thought to her abilities, having no ulterior motives & no personal gain. he apologizes bc he knows he was in the wrong, that he hurt her feelings by staying away a bit from her for too long ( maybe clingy, but they're like 13 & 14 respectively here guys what do you expect y'all lmfao ), regrets that & wants to offer at least that much. & he always says "we" when referring to their plans; he includes her in their plan.

with that said, it's. VERY obvious that beretta seems to trust only striker with the softer, more vulnerable parts of her personality since he was a source of strength for her in overcoming her trauma as a child experiment & he lets her cling to him so he can comfort her & vice versa. & keep in mind the above scene is all happening while striker is holding a decapitated head & neck & shoulderblades clean off. this is from STRIKER of all people, y'know, the guy who casually choked a man to death in front of his son while on the phone with beretta simply to kill time, the guy who deadass hulk smashed his way through a building while laughing like a maniac & wiped the floor with ergastulum's high ranking twilights. this guy is soft for someone like beretta, that has to mean something bc that's impressive tbh.

he literally lets her bodily drag him around by the arm. lmao

& that doesn't change not even as grown ass adults. lmfao

literally look at his face is when he realizes that she's hurt/in danger.

& he is literally ALWAYS near her afterward to make sure she's okay & acting as a source of comfort for her when he clearly doesn't have to.

& that's not to say beretta's a weakling, no, she faced several high ranking twilights even as a tiny 13 year old girl & caused so much death & destruction to ergastulum & by the end of CURSED, all she gets is a tiny cut on her right shoulder. all of that was a game to her. striker doesn't protect her bc she's weak, he protects her bc he Wants to. we don't have a full backstory for striker or beretta for that matter yet, but i'd& bet my& money that beretta, like the other destroyers, that she struggled & was experimented on & was traumatized in the government laboratories by scientists who treated her like she wasn't even human & that she had to work her ass off to get to where she is. like. this is only one example of how horrifying their treatment was.

LITCHERAL STRAITJACKETS, WALKING ON COLD TILED FLOORS BAREFOOT & STRIKER LITERALLY HAS A MUZZLE ON HIM. that's literally so dehumanizing for anyone let alone a CHILD where they look about 6-8 years old here & even moreso for a BLACK child & just how horrible those implications are & how black boys are so often treated & it doesn't make it better that nobody else from the destroyers were seen with a muzzle on them & i& think the reason why striker cares about & i'd& argue loves beretta so much is that she never once thought of him like a monster like literally almost everyone else in the series has or as a rabid dog to be treated like the government or as a weapon to be used; to beretta, he's a person. so there's this underlying undertone & there are many canonical implications in the series that, precisely BECAUSE they both went through hell and back together as children growing up, they have an unbreakable bond that's unparalleled with anyone else in the series. & y'know, for being villains, they're actually in a healthy relationship.

beretta would do literally ANYTHING for that man & it makes me& wanna tear men in half & go clinically insane. & some ppl might find that crazy but like. if you're genuinely in love with someone & go through the same circumstances that beretta has, who wouldn't. if you haven't been abused your entire life & someone comes along in your life & they're the first person to treat you like you were an actual human being? you'd do anything for that person without question. so beretta's not "stupid" or "too devoted"; she makes her own choices. they both grew up together & witnessed unimaginable horrors & governmental abuse together, they really didn't have nothing but each other for a very long time. & then spas betrayed them, & minimi & maverick are both dead. & now only striker & beretta remain.

this is one of my& favorite scenes in the entire series. there's no dialogue shared between them, but it carries one message: I'm here for you when the whole world stands against you. they don't Need that dialogue, the way they feel for each other is in their actions. it's a really heartwarming feeling despite the tragedies & crimes they both committed. don't get me& wrong, they're both horrible people who've done horrible things to both good & innocent people & tbh overall shitty horrible people, this isn't me& justifying any of their actions or trying to woobify them ... but the fact that beretta still metaphorically, symbolically & literally stands by & behind him is just so beautiful & it shows how much she loves him ( & by doing so she's saving worick's life bc let's face it striker can very well still kill him with one arm be for fucking real ). so striker's publicly humiliated by everyone, he's called a failure to his face, he's just freshly lost his arm & his eye & he'll likely live the rest of his life disabled, mocked & shamed by everyone else, after spending his entire life trained to fight & kill for a cause that he was brainwashed by the government to believe in ... but beretta still keeps her arms around him in his moment of greatest need, & if that's not genuine love, then i& don't know what is. even after he's hurt her by possibly making her think that he values marco over her despite all she's done for him, she still holds onto him to let him know that in his most vulnerable moments, she is right there beside him holding him. she still supports while knowing that won't get her anything in return & putting his needs before hers... that's something incredibly heartwarming coming from someone as cruel, cold & cunning as beretta; this is a side of her that only striker gets the privilege of seeing. because her love for him isn't shallow, it's not based on looks, power, glory or lust alone, because if it was, she'd have left his ass right when he became disabled, it's because she loves him as a PERSON despite how fucked up he is.

regardless, they have mutual development, i'm& not necessarily confirming whether or not their relationship is mutual & romantic in nature but it's definitely obvious they're in some kind of relationship. they have a significant amount of substance ( meaningful moments from both ends, interactions, they're literally almost ALWAYS by each other' side & almost ALWAYS touching, it's heavily implied & then confirmed that they've had sex, subtext, focus, backstory, remarks from other characters, etc. ). the most selfless acts they do ( as surprising as that sounds, coming from people like them ) that we have seen them have been directly related to their feelings for each other, like saving each other's lives & putting their lives in jeopardy & throwing aside any fear in order to courageously run to each other's aid & save each other's life to do so when no one else did... & that speaks volumes. & regardless of what happens next & regardless of whether or not you ship them yourself, you have to at least recognize that they do care deeply about each other, beretta is a MAJOR person in striker's life, striker has never ONCE abused her or treated her violently, they are EQUALS although she's happy to follow his lead but isn't afraid to make her own decisions, striker PROTECTS beretta, he murdered her abusers & there is no canonical evidence for any of the aforementioned headcanons & to suggest otherwise is an insult not just to the ship but also to their individual characters. & all this coming from a CANONICALLY QUEER BISEXUAL INTERRACIAL PAIRING? that's a MASSIVE deal in animanga.

[plaindangan]

Miu gangsta and flexes upon having them biggest tities.

Until kaede’s mom and sis come here one day to say hello to their "little precious mumchkin pianist" and everyone realizes Kaede.. is by far the flattest with her sis packing a titanic F cups, and her milf of a mom a full HH.

They hugged kaede’s boyfriend shu when they came in, and poor guy is still in mikan’s care from the blood loss. As for kaede she’s poutin! But she’ll probably have a growth spurt like that too one day!

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!

"Ugh, why are you even here, Miu? Shuichi and I got to get this place ready for my Mom and big sis..." Kaede grumbled. Both she and Shuichi were holding brooms and dust pans, working together trying to clean up their house....in theory anyway.

But then Miu came by, cupping her tits right in Shuichi's face...and was still doing such things as they worked! Annoying both, but Miu seemed content today to bug them.

"It's my day off and I can spend it however I like Kae-dipshit!~ Your just jealous Shu-icky likes looking down my shirt at these babies then your antits!~" she mocked, giving her E cups another squeeze. Kaede may have D cups, but Miu took pride that she held the title of 'biggest boos' amongst her friends.

After all there was no one that can ever dwarf these milkers!~

The doorbell rang and Kaede, who was was about to tell off the raunchy inventor, quickly ran to fetch the door. "That must be my Mom and sis!" Miu rolled her eyes. "Pff, look at her and her flabby ass run! Bet Kaede's relatives have pebble like hers-!" "My precious little munchin pianist!~ C'meeeeeeeere!!!!!!"~"

"How's my, little sis!?"~

"Hiiii! Welc-OOOMPH!!"

As soon as Kaede opened the door two blurs went ahead and tackled her, both hugging either sides of her in a loving embrace....and that's when Miu got a full on view on things. Namely....just how massive and stacked the Akamtsu Family was outside of Kaede.

On the left was Kaede's sister, Momo, wearing a plain white shirt and matching shorts. She stood over Kaeade at 7 ft, with her own chest beating out Miu's pretty easily with her F cup melons. Melons that anyone could get a goot look at since a deal of sweat had made her shirt see through. Enough to get a decent look at her huge, puffy, nipples.

But she was nothing in comparison to their mother, Harmony Akamtsu - a whopping 9 ft tall. While she tried to dress more conservatively, being in a red turtleneck sweater and long purple skirt, what she had made any attempts pretty much a moot point. She had HH cups that seemed to stretch the fabrics to its utter limit, to the point that Miu swore if Harmony ever decided to move a bit too quickly, the sweater vest would just give up and come undone.

Between the two, Kaede's seemed to be utterly sandwiched by what they were packing. It was only because both of her friends could see her ahoge barely sticking out did they know she was still in there. However, it wasn't long before both let her go (much to Kaede's relief since she couldn't breathe) and turn their sights to Shuichi.

Trying his damndest not to look at their chest, a blushing Shuichi waved and extended a hand to them. "G-good afternoon! My name is-!!!" He was suddenly cut off as Kaede's mother seemed to have other plans for him. Before the detective knew it she had lunged for him, too.

"Awwwww, now aren't you just the cutest thing!~ Kaede told us all about you!~" she said, grabbing Shuichi in a bear hug that had him in the same, pilllowy situation as Kaede. Smirking, Mono joined in - pressing her breasts against back as she hugged him.

"Heeey, save some for me, Mom!~ Heeey, Maple, you never told us just how much of a catch this guy was!~ Maybe I should take him for myself~" She said, a hand going to stroke at his blue hair hair, his neck....maybe his fat butt?~ Upon seeing this, Kaede pouted and marched up to both of her folks. Gaaaah, only because she the 'runt' of the family.

"Heeey, you guys been hugging him for a while!! C'mon, lay off him!" Chuckling both Momo and Harmony, slowly, let go...as Shuichi promptly fell back into Kaede's arms. Utterly out cold...wait was that a nose bleed?

"Whoopsy!~ We must have been a bit too rough with him, dearie!~" Harmony said, also leaping to assist with the downed detective. Stroking his poor cheeks. Momo cheekily elbowed Kaede in the ribs.

"Shuichi ever became like this cause of you, Siiis?~" Kaede sighed and took out her phone. Yeah, knowing well enough how much other people have fallen prey to the 'Akamtsu Pillow Trap' she would need Mikan here on the double.

In the meantime, as the trio continued to treat Shuichi and jovially talk to each other, Miu stood in the corner. Eyes wide, mouth wide and stiff as a statue. Her entire worldview of her big boob pride...smashed to bits~

[vvh0adie]

the fight to not see jungkook as a sexual being is giving highkey racist by ya'll. if you known anything about the sexual agency of asian men, you'd know that they are often seen as the counterpart to the hyper-sexualization of black people, specifically black woman. like you're lying if you've never seen that dating study of black woman and asian men being considered less desirable in dating.

during the culture of that study, men may have had sex with black woman but they weren't looking to date/marry them. they wanted someone to get their dicks wet. black woman were not viewed as viable life partners just one offs to for the EXPERIENCE.

and women weren't dating/marrying asian men because they saw them as sexually desirable in the way you find describe sexual attraction to someone you ACTUALLY like. they wanted this weird fetishization of asian men, someone who will whisk you away from your "boring white life" and take care of you like some demure househusband. we love a househusband, but one that's seen as more than that. like you want him for his culture, not because you love him. oooh~ that's sounding familiar.

why do you think it was so popular to make "small penis" jokes about these men? people literally used to see asian men as undesirable and sexless. this shit has been going on since the chinese exclusion act. an although jungkook isn't chinese, white people do not give two fucks. any poc knows how there has never been any forethought to make distinctions. and just because jungkook's ancestors don't come from american soil, doesn't mean it didn't affect his country. western media is still available in eastern countries so "mainland asians" have access to the way western media sees them. hell america military even occupied korea for a time, who knows what fucked up ideologies they brought with them?

also why do think there is a huge boom in asian media to engage with black media especially the hip hop gangsta aesthetic? back in the 90s and 2000s it appealed to SOME asian men because they saw black men as the pentacle of what masculinity was -even tho that too was toxic, seeing as it encouraged the hyper-sexualization and perceived violence of blackness.

when you've been stripped of being afforded sexual agency, you think any kind of sexual expression is healthy. these men were striving for something they couldn't attain. hell even black men have a hard time.

if white men are supposed to be in the middle of what manhood is ; desirable, but not sexually deviant and powerful, but not inherently violent, then black men are sexually deviant and inherently violent while asian men are nonsexual and inherently nonviolent.

when you've been told all your life that you can't get hoes, you will forever be a loser, and you're weak, you will look to seek how to get like the men. by any means necessary. even at your own demise.

but jungkook is going beyond his predecessors and actually finding a sexual expression that suits him. that should suit ALL men. the man is literally singing about how much he LOVES AND CHERISHES his woman in a health expression of male sexuality. sure its sexually explicit, but it should be.

i applaud him for that. and now there is a whole generation of asian men who know they can be sexual in healthy ways because they don't have someone telling them that the way they do it is not man enough and they're not doing it in a way that actively harms women.

if jungkook wants to be sexual he has a right to do that. and the fact that ya'll see being sexual as a problem is really making me open my eyes as to why ya'll felt comfortable calling megan all kinds of sluts and whores.

i hope jungkook becomes even more sexual, but not to spite ya'll. just so he can live as a normal human being.

the man is 25yrso, what are ya'll on about? and don't even me started on how he "had to apologize" for getting piercings.

jungkook has made it very clear he wants to be the tattooed, pierced, rugged boyfriend WHO HAS A HEART OF GOLD. he has that typical male aesthetic that so many asian men have been told they can't have but its not at the expense of harming others.

what more do ya'll want? he is the what all these fanfics and edits have been wanting?

if you don't like the explicit version then go listen to it, but keep that puritan bullshit somewhere else.

here ya'll asses go (link)

anyway if you are asian and would like to add on or give nuance to something i missed then please do. i read a few things but ultimately relied on how toxic black sexuality functions in the opposition of toxic asian sexuality.