#Men don't give up seats to pregnant women

[not-goldy]

But why Jimin is feeling some type about turning 30 🤔 He doesn't have a biological clock ticking to get pregnant, he's a man who according according society doesn't reach their 'expiry date any time soon, he got everything settled financially and family wise, he got supportive parents but he lived majority of his life away from them... now even if he wants to have them here he's perfectly capable to do so. He still looks dropdead gorgeous... actually older he becomes prettier and graceful he turns. His body is still young and beautiful, He already got a partner who is so understanding and makes him feel the best no matter how he looks or his age.

I don't see Tae, who's same age as him focusing on turning 30 much.. he's still having fun, dating best girls out there, all set to enjoy after he retun from MS too. Like he should..because 30 is still very young in my book lol

Biological clock to get pregnant....

Ha🤣

A. He's human

B. Different backgrounds Different directions in life

Tae doesn't have chronic backpain does he??

Tae's career is not woven around his ability to dance his ass off and contour his body into impossible shapes does he? He dances sure and he's good sure but he's not Jimin 🥴

Watch BTS Island or whatever that show was I think they talked about these things- vmin I mean.

Remember he said he hated working out but then had to learn to love it because he needed to work on his form. He said he was becoming weak- he is not just a pretty face. He is not the type of idol you'd give a mic and a seat center stage to perform.

He is Beyonce. He is a spectacle

He will always be a spectacle unfortunately

Losing weight, dieting, fixing his teeth tweaking that- can't do that all his life that's just sad if he has to😢

So he is gonna reminisce and wonder if he should keep doing this or choose a different part- as he said he did before in the past when BTS was going through stuff.

He's gonna reinvent himself take stock reevaluate and shit. 30 is a milestone I suppose most idols do that before they decide to go all in for the long ride- you wouldn't want to look back at 40 and regret certain things you know?

This is where I start ranting bout the impossible beauty standards and performance expectations yall have of him- HE IS SOMEONE'S SON NOT AN OBJECT FOR YOUR ADMIRATION

And before you tell me this idol don't do that that person don't do that- THAT PERSON IS NOT JIMIN AND YOU KNOW DEAD WELL YOU HOLD JIMIN TO A MUCH HIGHER STANDARD THAN TEHM DONT LIE

And let's not forget 30 is primarily when an Idols career is assumed to have come to an end in kpop- sure there are new trends of older idols breaking the stereotypes but let's not act like age isn't a huge part of Kpop and that newer younger, much much younger idols are popping up on the scene- they may not be as seasoned or as talented but that will not stop toxic stans perpetuating ageism against BTS.

Its very normal for an idol of JMs caliber to put some thoughts into what he wants to do with his life at this point- if the company isn't going to be any helpful to his career and he doesn't have his age playing in his favor then boy or girl he very much has a right to ponder over his age. He's human.

If he's queer and wants a family then he very much has to worry about that too. And don't be fooled, men do experience low sperm count as they age and other erectile disfunction as they age too it's not just women like they try to portray.

They grow grey hairs and they go bald 🙄

Their bodies change dramatically with age too🥲

I can go on and on but he's just human doing what normal humans do.

[lover-of-mine]

Hi Anna 🥰

First, can you believe we got a HUG???? After what? 66 episodes?

Second, I REALLY want to know your thoughts on the expression Eddie made when he realized Tommy was gay. It's the same expression he wore when Shannon asked for a divorce, I think. The "I've been reading this entire thing wrong" face. But why do you think he was so stunned by the fact *Tommy* wasn't straight? I think he was realizing that the way he and Tommy interact differs So Much from the way he and Buck do, but I don't know (running on no sleep again this week, forgive me if none of this makes any sense 😅)

I feel like he wasn't as surprised to learn about Buck because he's doing that "first to understand thing" or at the very least had a hunch about it.

hi baby 🩷🩷 we got a hug, was is over 🙏 and we know Eddie is gonna be all over Buck next episode too, so like wins all around.

So, that expression, that did look like his "you're altering my world view" expression and we have a few options there. There's the funny one, the "was Tommy trying to woo me?" possibility, Tommy did fly him to Vegas for ringside seats, yk? And just having a minute about it lol. But the thing is the episode proved Eddie is deeper in denial than anticipated (rip Eddie fell first essay you will always be true in my heart), but like I said with the whole Eddie is last to see, first to understand, where Buck needs more time, Eddie needs a heavier hit, I don't think just the idea of Buck dating someone would trigger something, he needs to see something or Buck needs to do something, I don't know what rn, I just reblogged a post about the possibility of Buck saying he's in love with him before Eddie is ready to deal with it, and I can totally see that, you can have things ending abruptly with Tommy, Eddie wondering why, Buck being unable to lie to him about it and Eddie being slammed into the realization by something going ridiculously wrong (I will never stop pushing for my Buck drowning in the season finale, so you could do a situation where Buck confesses in some level like saying "Tommy thinks I'm in love with you", something goes wrong, Buck almost dies on him again and he's like oh fuck, and then you have that conflict transfer to season 8 while we wait for them get their shit together) because we all know that "it doesn't change a thing between us" is gonna come back around, same with the Maddie talk, but I also think they need to give the audience some indication that Eddie likes men and/or Buck before Buck can say that. But I just went on a tangent. Tommy. I think Tommy being as similar to Eddie as he was set up to be isn't just about Buck working out the kinks before Eddie, also I can't believe Lou actually said that completely unprompted, but I don't think it ever occurred to Eddie that someone like him could be into men too. Because Eddie spent his whole life doing the right thing in a very twisted way. He got his girlfriend pregnant, so he married her, he joined the army to provide for her and Chris, the show keeps implying he's looking for a mother to Chris, not an actual partner, with these "proper latina women". He loved Shannon, and he thinks he can recreate that. BUT he has a partner, who's not only helping him with life, he's also helping him with Chris, so he checks both boxes. But he's also a man. So he never had a reason to look at it. Until that partner started dating another man, who's extremely similar to him. The pieces for him to be like "oh, that's an option?" are literally all there. He literally said "you and Tommy have it right". Like literally. The seed is planted. The thought is there. At any moment, this man can look at Tommy being that sure of his sexuality and his masculinity and liking a lot of the things he does and also liking Buck, and being like "maybe men are an option" that would lead to an "is Buck an option?" that could give us some nice movement.

I think the question here is who the show wants to reach the "oh am I in love with him" conclusion first. They both have most of the pieces of the puzzle, Buck has more because he has the attraction to men piece, but I maintain that Eddie would be less freaked out about the liking men aspect of loving Buck then Buck would the other way around. It's kinda like we kept writing feeling realization fics where Eddie was totally fine with the idea of wanting to fuck Buck through the mattress but panicked at the idea that he wanted to hold his hand but Buck was the other way around. There's also the problem of what label they are going to give Eddie. Even if most likely it will be just indirectly. I feel like the episode actually even kinda gave us enough to argue that man as demiromantic, but I digress, they doubled down on him loving Shannon, so you kinda can't go the strictly gay route, and he's not stereotypically bi, but obviously who needs stereotypes and it would kinda be nice to see some bi4bi thing that's not stereotypical, and they can go the who cares, he loved Shannon, now he loves Buck route which I think would be the most plausible? Considering they are probably not gonna go there with the demisexuality of it all. And also depends on how attached they want Buck to be to his queer awakening. I think the realization that he's into men and in love with Buck are tied together, but that's a personal opinion, I think his brain would accept the attraction to men and instantly attach that to Buck. But they could very much give Eddie a man to explore things with too. Circling back to the look, I kinda think that was a "I didn't know a guy like Tommy could like men" that's just slightly to the left of the realization of "I didn't know a guy like me could like men" and that could come back to help him get there.

[ashwhowrites]

Hiii! Can you make a story where Eddie continuously asks the reader out, but keeps getting rejected by her. She only does it since she has a 1 year old daughter (who he has no idea) and feels that Eddie wouldn’t be interested in her anymore because of that (some guys tend not to date woman with kids. They think is a lot of baggage) Make it a happy ending please! 😭

YES A HAPPY ENDING. THANK GOD

This is cute, I'll try my best to give it justice

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It wasn't strange to see Eddie sitting at a bar. It was his favorite place to have a beer and let his mind relax. Plus the bartender he has a crush on, definitely made his night better.

Just one simple problem, every time he asked her out she said no and he didn't know why.

~~

Eddie Munson was quite a character at her bar. He was fucking hot, no denying that. He had the cutest brown eyes. The prettiest smile she's ever seen. A laugh that somehow sounded warm. She felt so physically attracted to him and she hated it.

Ever since she had her daughter, men seemed to run the second she was brought up. Her daughter became her world, but she got lonely. Her ex left the second she announced she was pregnant, too young for a child he said. Only 23 herself she felt like she had no time to get her shit together. No time to date for sure. Only time to work her ass off and return home before the babysitter had to leave.

Eddie was not in her plan. She did not have time to fall in love, and to watch him leave the second he found out she was a mother.

He was 24 and in a band, definitely not a guy who wanted to date a woman who had a kid.

But she can't help but feel desired and beautiful when he flirted with her. Maybe that's why she never told him she had a daughter, just saying no when he asked her out. Always pretending to be busy or at work.

~~

Eddie let every "no" roll off of his back, refusing to give up. He wanted a date with her and for as long as she seemed interested, he was going to keep trying.

"Okay beautiful, what do I have to do to get you to say yes to a date with me?" He smirked as she blushed. A smile on her face.

"I don't know Eddie. I don't have time for dating." She said as she handed him another beer.

"Okay then we'll have our date here, while you work."

"how do you plan to do that?" She laughed

"I'll make it work gorgeous." He said with a smile, "now what do you say?" He asked. Leaning closer to her over the bar.

His smile got bigger when she leaned in, eyes watching his face. He was even cuter up close.

"no." She said softly, giggling as she went to help another costumer.

Eddie shook his head with a laugh while sipping his beer. He wasn't giving up yet.

~~

A week passed with the same question and the same answer. They flirted, soft touches but she was still scared to take it anywhere further.

Eddie was watching her closely as she served a man at the end of the bar. Clenching his fists as the guys eyes lingered on her tits and ass.

Eddie tried to stay calm, men looking at her wasn't anything he should be mad over. But when the man's hand went to slap her ass is when Eddie flew out of his seat.

"Don't you even think about it prick." He growled as he held the guys hand, freezing it in mid air.

Y/N quickly turned at the commotion. Eyes seeing Eddie's hand gripping the man's wrists. She had an idea what the man was going to do. He's been flirting and making inappropriate comments at her all night.

"Get the fuck off of me man." The guy snapped, yanking his hand free.

"why don't you learn respect and get the fuck out of here " Eddie was fuming. The nerve some men have towards women was gross.

"Is she your little slut or something? Sorry to say man but she was all over me." The guy looked over at her and grabbed his crotch with a smirk.

Y/N felt her body cringe at his action.

"I fucking dare you to call her that again." Eddie growled, standing tall. The man stood up, matching Eddie's height. Chest to chest.

"Eds it's fine." She said as she grabbed his arm, trying to pull him away from getting hurt.

"Yeah Eds listen to your little slut and back up."

Eddie planned to listen to her and back off but once the prick opened his mouth again, he swung. Feeling his ring smash into the man's nose, blood pouring out instantly.

"YOU FUCKER!" the man yelled and threw himself on Eddie. Landing a punch to his right eye.

Eddie kneed him in the stomach and got the upper hand. Landing on top of the man laying blow after blow.

"EDDIE STOP RIGHT NOW!" Y/N screamed over and over.

When Eddie raised his fist to punch again she thought fast and grabbed it. Freezing his punch in mid-air.

"please let's just step outside." She said.

Eddie looked down to see the guy barely moving, still breathing but just passed out.

Eddie let her take him to the back of the bar, feeling the cold air. She wet a towel on her way out.

Eddie leaned against the brick wall as she stood between his legs, dabbing his nose softly.

"are you okay?" He asked

"I think I should be asking you that." She joked, swiping his eyebrow that got sliced open.

He smiled lightly, silently watching her clean him up.

"I have a first aid in my car, follow me." She said, grabbing her keys from inside and leading him to her car. She opened her glove department to get out the kit.

Eddie's eyes caught sight of a car seat in the backseat. Coloring books and crayons on the floor.

"Do you have a little sibling or something?" He asked, watching as she turned around facing him.

She looked to see Eddie staring into her backseat. Sighing at the dumb idea of taking Eddie to her car.

"I actually have a daughter." She whispered, digging through to find a band aid.

Eddie was shocked. She seemed way too young to have a daughter. Once she found the band aid she carefully placed it on his eyebrow. Soft fingers brushing on his forehead.

"Really? Not to sound rude or anything, but you seem way too young to have a daughter. How old is she?"

"Thank you. I am young so I get it. She just had her first birthday." She smiled. It was hard not to smile when she thought of her daughter.

She placed the box back in her car and shut the door.

"I bet she's really beautiful." He said. If she looks just like her mom that is.

Y/N felt her smile get bigger. "She really is."

They sat in silence for a beat too long for her liking. Already feeling the geers in Eddie's head turning.

"um well I need to head back." She said and quickly walked back into the bar, leaving Eddie in the parking lot.

She prepared herself for that to be the last time she saw him ever again.

~~

But it wasn't. Eddie was there the very next night, same flirty smile on his face.

"How is my gorgeous girl today?" He asked.

She was taken back from his compliment.

"I'm fine? Just a beer?" She asked, already grabbing his usual.

"Yes and that date I've been asking for." He winked as she handed him the beer.

"wait what?" She asked.

He was taken back by her look of confusion. They do this mostly every night and that wasn't her normal line.

"what do you mean what?" Both looking at each other confused.

"you still want to go on a date with me?" She asked. She truly didn't expect him to come back and let alone flirt with her. Then ask her out on top of that.

"What's going on? Are you like being replaced by someone else or something?" He joked, this was nothing like the Y/N he was used to teasing and flirting with.

"Uh no. It's just once I bring up that I have a daughter the guy usually disappears." She laughed it off but Eddie could see the hurt in her eyes. The insecurity radiating off of her.

Eddie reached to grasp her hand softly.

"Is that why you refused to let me take you out? Because other assholes weren't man enough?"

Now she felt stupid. Looking at every guy the same. Eddie didn't deserve that.

"I'm sorry Eddie. I shouldn't have grouped you into that group with those dicks." She sighed, allowing herself to hold his hand back, lacing her fingers with his.

"I know how you can make it up to me." He smirked.

A blush and smile raised on her face.

"Let me guess a date?" She giggled.

"I was gonna say another beer, but hey if you are offering." He winked. Enjoying the way she laughed.

"a beer and a date, coming right up."

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[cordycepsfem]

Hey, @amorphousprimordia - you want to talk aggressive?

You brought genitals up in the first place you absolute dolt.

I am not here to talk about "gender." It is meaningless, socially constructed, and somehow always manages to put the female people down into a "lesser" status. Gee, weird how that always works. I do not believe in enforcing gender roles nor do I give a shit what people say about gender. It's just like how I don't believe in other people's religions. You wanna get dressed up and call yourself a woman? Want to have friends and family and strangers call you some different name and demand they use different pronouns for you? Have a blast. You're still not female. Wanna cut your dick off? Do so with all the blessings in the world. You're still not female. You won't ever be.

So sure, have fun being a "girl." Around the world, actual girls are aborted before birth, left outside to die, murdered, raped, trafficked, sold into slavery, and bombed to death. They're less likely to be educated and more likely to be married off at a young age. When they become women (because we at a certain point stop referring to ourselves as "girls"), they're more likely to die in childbirth or while pregnant than any other time in their lives, they die 3 a day at the hands of an intimate partner, they're still less likely to have a good paying job or own property. Medical professionals take us less seriously - so do car mechanics, college professors, all kinds of professions and vocations... tests aren't done on women but use males as default so almost everything in the world from seat belts to ibuprofen is made for men.

But you in your privileged life can put on what you want, change your name, slap some labels on instead of a personality, and say you're one too. And you want us all to believe it's just the same thing.

A+ running away from the question you fucking asked. You know there's no "girls with dicks" - no DSD that gives a female person a penis. Great way to shoot yourself in the foot, though - thanks for asking. I do love reminding people that "intersex" doesn't mean "literal mashup of the two sexes."

You called yourself a "spiteful tr*nny" but what you really are is running away because you can't even defend your own argument. Nice try defending your friend. Shouldn't have come at me on a night I'm pissed and had nothing but time to waste.

Are you happy?

[tahelms85]

Gift Exchange

"So remind me again what the MO of this guy is." He asked from the back seat of the SUV he was currently travelling in. In the front, driving, was SSA Matt Simmons, and sitting shot gun was SSA Luke Alvez. He was fresh out of college, and at just 25 years old had been brought in to the BAU as a support technical analyst and communications liaison to help Penelope who was currently at home resting. She'd gotten pregnant and pretty early on in the pregnancy it was determined that it was a high risk pregnancy so she'd been confined to bed rest. So she helped out when she could at home, and he'd been brought in to supplement what she couldn't do.

He was pretty sure she didn't have to go out in the field much though.

He couldn't complain much, though. Right after he'd joined up he'd gone out to a local bar with everyone and by closing time it was just he, Luke and Matt and they'd stayed until they got kicked out.

After that things…progressed and somehow he'd found himself in the early stages of a relationship with the two men. If by early stages you meant staying over at someone's house every night, babysitting Matt's kids he had with his ex, grabbing Roxy from the dog sitter when Luke was running late and…

sex. Lots of sex.

He cleared his throat to keep from thinking about that too much.

"Racism." Luke said, glancing back at him, a smirk on his face like could read his thoughts.

Matt scoffed and glanced over at him. "It's not that cut and dry…"

"How?" Luke asked. "All of his victims have worn either hijabs, tudungs, esarps, or saris. And most of them had on saris."

"Ok. It was racism." Matt said. "He's either xenophobic, or it's a crime of passion."

"You think it's a crime of passion?" Luke asked.

"I think it's a possibility." Matt said. "I think maybe he has an ex that either cheated on him or did him wrong in some way and she wore a headdress of some sort and now he has a hatred for women who wear them as well."

"And he…choked them to death." He said, looking over the file on his laptop. "No finger prints?"

"No, he conveniently used the fabric to hide the prints." Luke sighed. "Not even a partial slip or anything."

"He also did it in alleyways." Matt said. "Every single time. So there was no eye witnesses. Everyone at the places we've gone to ask around, no one's ever reported anyone acting suspicious, although they remember the women very well."

"It's the south." He mumbled. "I can't imagine you get a lot of people wearing hijabs in a place like this."

"You got that right." Luke said. "Although there are 31 mosques in the state as a whole."

He whistled under his breath. "Wow. That's about 31 more than I imagined."

They pulled into one of said mosques, WD Mohammed Center, and he nodded when Luke told him to stay put and they'd be right back. He turned back to his laptop as a few new things from Penelope popped up and he absently rolled down his window, letting in the cool fall air to cool him off (he tended to run warm). It was currently 50 degrees outside and it felt really good on his skin.

If Prentiss ever found out what happened next, he had a feeling she'd give him a disappointed look and he was pretty sure he'd never hear the last of it from Tara and JJ, but someone managed to sneak up on him. He was replying to a message Penelope sent him when he felt a gun press to the side of his neck.

"Why are ya'll following me?" A gruff voice asked.

"Because you've killed 15 women so far." He blurted out. He heard a voice in his head telling him to shut up and it sounded a lot like a mix of Luke and Matt.

"They ain't shit!" The man roared and he shivered a bit, feeling his heart slamming in his chest. "You don't wear that type of shit here! This is the goddamn United States of America. Home of the free…"

"Built by immigrants." He said, and then cringed. Before he could regret what he said too much, he felt the guy reach in with a huge, meaty arm, starting to drag him from the car through the window. He barely had time to undo his seatbelt before he was dragged out, pulled away from the SUV. He saw Luke and Matt coming out of the mosque and, despite knowing the guy had a gun, he took a chance. "HELP!" He winced when he got whacked across the temple and he saw stars, stumbling along as the guy dragged him off.

He was vaguely aware of Matt and Luke yelling, but he couldn't focus on much beyond trying not to fall as he was dragged off. The guy who'd grabbed him smelled like strong (cheap) cologne, sweat and tobacco and he was trying not to gag and puke as he inhaled it, along with trying to wiggle his hands between the arm holding onto him and his chest so he could breathe.

He felt completely useless, trying to calm himself enough to think rationally. He was a BAU agent for God's sake, he couldn't be someone's victim. Managing to wiggle his hands between his body and the guy's arm, he gave a firm shove and whirled around, whacking the guy as hard as he could with his forearm. Unfortunately, the guy was just barely stunned and managed to shove him, sending him rolling down a steep embankment.

Hearing Matt and Luke shout his name, he heard a gunshot a few seconds later, but before he could wonder who had been shot, his head hit a protruding rock and he blacked out.

Sometime later he woke up, hearing the beep of medical equipment, letting him know where he was. The second thing he realized was that he had a splitting headache, making him groan.

"Hey now, it's ok." He felt a hand squeeze his and he managed to open his eyes enough to see Matt sitting there, smiling gently at him. He'd changed out of his work clothes into a tanish green short sleeved henley and a pair of dark wash jeans. "You have a concussion, you split your head open pretty bad and you broke your wrist."

"Damn." He croaked out, watching as Matt reached over to pour you a glass of water. "I don't know that I'm going to be any good to Penelope with a fucked wrist."

"Don't worry about that, we'll deal with it later." Matt gently raised his bed enough for you to sip at the water. "How do you feel?"

"Like I have a concussion and split my head open." He said honestly.

"Yeah, you're on concussion protocol for a while." He said.

He groaned. "Please tell me I don't have to stay here until…"

"A little over a week." Matt confirmed, making you groan. "It's protocol, they recommend waiting 10 days before you get on a plane."

"This sucks." He sighed, wincing when it just made his head feel worse.

"Well there's some good news." Matt said, squeezing his hand.

"What?" He asked.

Luke came in then with what you affectionately called his b-boy style, a brown button up half unbuttoned, baggy pants and pristine white sneakers. He was carrying several heavy looking duffle bags. When he saw that he was awake, he plopped them down and came over to the bed.

"Mi querido." He sighed out, leaning over the bed. He kissed his cheek gently and then just leaned into him for a second. "You worried the shit out of us."

"Sorry." He said, flushing.

"I'm just glad you're ok." Luke rubbed his arm. He looked over at Matt. "Garcia got us an AirB&B, JJ went and checked it out, not that she had to, Garcia's not going to put us up in a shithole, she says it's legit. She and Prentiss are going to stock it with food for us before they had back to DC."

"Are they mad at me?" He asked.

Luke looked at him weirdly. "Why exactly would anyone be mad at you?"

"I let the guy pull me out of the car…" He stared.

"You were looking at your laptop." Matt said.

"Exactly, I should've been paying attention." He said.

"Stop." Luke said, gently squeezing his arm. "No one is mad. In fact, JJ told me to tell you that she's going to bring you so many desserts from Pandaderia…"

"Alfajor?" His asked, purposely fucking up the pronunciation.

Luke winced. "Alfa…you shithead."

He grinned cheekily up at him.

"You scared me today." Luke said. "Hell, you scared both of us."

"You did, but we're glad you're ok." Matt stood and leaned on your other side.

"Does this mean you're going to chuck me into more self-defense classes and shooting range time?" He asked.

Luke smirked. "Us? No. Prentiss however…"

He groaned and rolled his eyes. "I had a feeling. Damn."

"If it makes you feel better, Morgan will be over your range time." Luke grinned.

He gave him a sassy look. "That does not make me feel better at all. He's a slave driver. Not even that, he stands beside you and boasts about himself while you desperately picture his face on the target and try and get him right between the eyes…"

Both Matt and Luke burst out laughing and quite frankly it killed your head, but you were just glad your two guys were doing ok then. After Matt leaned down to kiss you and then said he was going to get some dinner so you didn't have to eat hospital food, you closed your eyes, deciding to doze for a little while while you waited to get discharged, wondering just how quickly the next 10 days would go.

[christmasintheloonybin]

it's insane the things you will see people defending. this is the consequence of equality really. I don't think women men and children should all be treated the same, women and children should always be treated better than men, with children as priority number one. I saw a story like am I the asshole for not giving up my seat to a pregnant woman? inherently yes, there is no way you can make me feel sympathetic for you. if you don't immediately feel some kind of impulse to look after pregnant women you should be sterilized.

[pandahelper01]

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In this novel, the main character is a woman who is very intelligent. She has a lot of knowledge and she also has a great personality. She is also very smart and talented. Her husband who is also an intelligent man as well but he isn't as smart as her husband. The main character in the novel is the matriarch of this family, who was born with a lot of intelligence and intelligence level higher than most people in her family. In the novel, she was always praised by her family members for her intelligence and talents. But unfortunately, she never received any recognition from other people because they had no idea about her talents or skills that she had developed over time in life.

They only knew that she was intelligent and talented at some things but not at others like writing novels or playing piano/piano lessons etc. She finally realized that although everyone thought that she was smarter than them, they were actually quite ignorant about how smart she really was because they didn't know In this novel, the main character is a woman who is going to be a matriarch in her life. She is going to be the mother of all living beings. This book will tell about her life, and how she became a matriarch. This book will tell about her life and how she became the mother of all living beings. This novel will make people realize that no matter what we do in our lives, we can always look back on it as if it was just yesterday. Click here https://pandahelp.vip/app/Reddit to know more details.

[acupofconfusedfeelings]

What feminism means to me?

Whenever I come across a new word, my first approach towards understanding it, is through the kind of words it is related to or the impression that word has on me. And only when I don't find either of it, I go for the dictionary. So, when I came across this word "FEMINISM" my basic approach told me that it is a word related to females and it's impression was that, it is related to some bigger cause. Therefore for a very long time the meaning of feminism for me was supporting women and their growth. But little did I know that this small word means something completely different.

Feminism as I now know is supporting equal rights to both the sexes. Yes, the meaning I earlier made out really seems correct because eventually females are the oppressed class and if we help them grow then the meaning of feminism will be fulfilled. But still this approach lacks the real essence. I mean personally I don't want a single place to give women preferential treatment, I don't even like the reserved seats in bus for women, because if you are reserving seat for women then why not you label the other seats as reserved for men. The truth is even if we ask the government to label the other seats as men's seat they won't, because it will make men look weak, it will make them look as the class of society who needs preference/reservation in such basic things, especially when they are "strong" enough to stand in the bus all through the journey (which they definitely don't do but they are strong enough). I think labelling seats as reserved for pregnants, sick patients and elderly is the correct approach. I don't know what you think but for me indirectly getting labelled as weak who needs support is not feminism at all.

I know that we are not biologically same, we have our differences and no matter what, they won't change. But when men and women can climb the same Mt. Everest, why can't they achieve the same respect in society. My question is why does a female manager gets less wages than a male manager, even when the man manages just his office while a woman manages her family and office together. I have heard people discuss greatly of single dads but a woman is always a single mom. I agree that time is changing dads are more involved now but still in most of the Indian households it is still the mother who is responsible for a child's health, education, upbringing, etc the only contribution dad's have is giving money and majority of women can earn that also now. Still I haven't heard a single person saying "she brought up her kid alone". So no appreciation at work or home for females, and that's precisely what needs to be changed.

There are so many causes which we take under the movement of feminism but in reality belong to the movement of humanity. Do you think domestic violence is something feminists should fight for or humanists should fight for? Like as a feminist I must have one approach that I don't care if domestic violence is considered correct but if it is correct then women should also get a chance and not be judged for beating up their husbands. Like that is what we are asking "equal rights". So for me it is something humanists should fight for and not feminists. I guess you would have understood by this description that there are so many things, so many instances and moments where we women are not even treated like humans. So, yes how can we jump on getting equal rights if we are not even getting basic human rights.

This is why the meaning of feminism is so blurry because we have to fight for basic rights first then only we can aim for equal rights. In all this, I am still against reservation for women because anyhow labelling us weak is not true to the essence of feminism. I am clearly against undermining the good men by accusing "all men". I am against not fighting those women who act even worsely than men and are the biggest hater of a woman's growth. So today and everyday I ask the world to treat me as they would treat a woman, but to end all differences between a man and a woman. I think most of the women, girls, females want the same thing.

In an ideal world I hope that all men and women are equally appreciated, supported and treated. I hope there are more scenarios where we act as humans and not men or women. I hope we could clear the gender boundaries at workplaces, public places and become more respectful of each other. We don't have to worry because all consider each other as humans respect each other's rights and existence. Most importantly we don't have to fight for basic human respect.

[minimammabear]

sadhdfgjhjghhghjhjb Just heard a rando say “We don’t NEED chivalry anymore, leave that gross shit in the 50s.” and I’m????? NO! Fuckin treat me like a goddamn lady!

[ironmanfridgemagnet]

One Doodle That Can't Be Undid Homeskillet

Jonah Simms x Reader ,, Garrett McNeill x Reader (Platonic)

"I was thinking like jonah and garrets bestie reader gets heavy baby fever after Cheyenne gives birth and she just tells them both "i want a baby too" and they brush it off thinking she isnt serious but then she keeps mentioning it and then one of them sits her down and asks if that's what she really wants and then reader gets pregnant and she is so happy!"

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"I want a baby." You whined, stacking toilet paper with Jonah into a large pyramid shape. Though it wasn't the way Cloud 9 policy recommended, you had found it to be far more stable and efficient.

"You what? Why are you telling me this?" Jonah asked, looking up at you from where he was crouched down, reaching into the box of toilet paper and passing them up to you one at a time.

"It's just, Harmonica is so cute. I want a cute, little baby. Not any time soon at least; just seeing Cheyenne with such a precious baby in her arms, made me want one." You explained, carefully placing the toilet rolls Jonah passed to you onto the pyramid, making sure the display didn't topple over as you stacked it high.

"Hmm. Sounds like baby fever." Garrett suggested, suddenly appearing behind you, startling you so that you pushed too hard against the toilet paper pyramid and sending it crashing to the ground. With a deep sigh, you bent down, picking up as many rolls as you could and beginning to rebuild the display.

"It's a real thing." Jonah added, helping you to rebuild the structure so that you could move on sooner rather than later to something else you needed to do within the store. "I read an article about it. Typically, when men and women come into contact with babies the influx of emotions from being around a it can spark their instincts to reproduce."

"When you say it like that J, all science-y, it sounds less appealing." You and Garret let out short laughs, unsurprised by Jonah's all-knowing ability to come in useful on even the most mundane of topics.

"Where'd you even read that? Twitter?" Garrett teased, knowing that Jonah had a tendency to regurgitate everything and anything he read online into one conversation or another. "The times?"

"Actually, discover magazine." Jonah quipped, happy that Garrett hadn't been able to call out the super he had got his information from this time. Stacking the final tier of toilet paper, you took a step back, taking in your hard-worked display in all its glory.

"Well, whatever it is, I'm sure it'll pass." You hummed idly to yourself, adjusting one of the parts of toilet roll, before stepping back and finally being happy with how the display looked. "Anyone want to split a pizza for lunch?"

"I'm down."

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Oh how wrong you were. The 'baby fever' as your boys had dubbed it, didn't pass. In fact, it seemed to grow stronger and stronger with every day that passed.

"I don't get why you want a crying, screaming, pooping baby y/n. Babies are hard work." Amy slouched down into her seat, her eyes fighting to stay open as she blew on her cup of coffee, hoping to cool it slightly.

"Ames." You whined, stirring your sweetener into your morning coffee absentmindedly. "I was hoping you'd understand. Have you never sat there and though 'I really want a baby'?"

"Well, of course!" She cheered, encouraging your dwindling thoughts once more, sparking a whirlwind that consumed your mind. "But then I had them - and as much as I love them, some days, you find it so hard you question if it was all worth it. And it is - It's just hard."

"Very insightful Ames." You chided, taking a long sip of you still-warm drink, looking at Amy across the brim of your mug. "But I'm still not convinced."

"Well, I can't say I tried." Amy laughed, rolling her eyes at your antics - of course once you'd set your mind on something, you'd not back down. You were stubborn yet determined, sometimes to a fault, but it's something she often admired in you; you didn't back down from what you wanted.

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"You think she's still serious about this? The whole baby thing?" Garrett asked, leaning closer to Jonah so he could hear him as they watched you stocking childcare; every bottle and blanket you picked up being handled with the upmost care.

It had been weeks since your conversation with Amy and months since Harmonica had been born, and the 'baby fever' you had claimed would pass, seemed more prevalent then ever. Jonah had since deemed that you were serious about having a baby - whether you had come to terms with it or not yourself - but Garrett wasn't quite convinced.

"I'm telling you, if she's not pregnant yet, she will be. She's not stopped fawning over babies and everything about them since Harmonica was born." Jonah explained, though Garrett just scoffed at the thought, he couldn't imagine you still being hung up on something so small. Not for this long anyway. "Look watch this. Hey y/n!"

Jonah walked over to you, picking up a pale yellow pair of soft, cotton dungarees - covered in tiny embroidered daisies and with white, heart shaped buttons. "Isn't this the cutest thing you've ever seen?"

"It's beautiful J." You replied, reaching out to feel the material of the tiny outfit between your fingertips. "Soft too."

"It would look so cute on a little one. One with your eyes as well; it would really make them pop." Jonah complimented, his eyes flickering between you and Garrett - as though to tell him that he was right.

"You really think so?" you fawned over Jonah's words, gently pulling the material from his hands and running your fingers along the stitching. After realising that you'd spent just a moment too long looking at the clothes, you shoved it back onto the rack, becoming slightly flustered. "I've got to go."

Leaving Jonah and Garrett behind to finish what you should've stocked, you rushed off into the store, slightly embarrassed by your infatuation with the outfit and how clearly you'd shown that to Jonah and Garrett.

You would get over your 'baby fever' you were sure of it.

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"This feels like an interrogation." You muttered, sipping on the milkshake Jonah had bought for you at you and Garrett's insistence.

"Pretty much is." Garrett confirmed, taking a bite into his grilled cheese that he had bought from the stores deli, against the idea of using his lunch break to ask you about your 'baby fever.'

"Well, we just want you to know that we love you and want what's best for you." Jonah began, your face palling slightly at the seriousness of his words; had something happened? Did they know something you didn't? Of all the things running through your mind, you hadn't thought of what they'd decided was important enough to bring up. "And if that's you wanting a baby, we'll be their to support it."

"He will. I said nothing about supporting a baby." At Jonah's sharp look, Garrett held up his hands defensively. "I'm joking, I will support you doll."

"Just not financially."

"What he means," Jonah continued harshly, unamused by Garrett's usually charming, comedic tone - though you and Garrett stifled quite giggles at his words. "Is that no matter what you decide, we will support that. If the 'baby fever' passes or if it doesn't. We'll be there."

It was sweet - the sentiment of it and all - but even you weren't clear on if you wanted a baby or not. Sure, you thought they were cute and whenever you saw one, you wished you had one to call your own, but, there was so much more to having a baby then just that.

"Thank you." You replied, though it sounded more of a question then a genuine thanks: Garret sending Jonah an 'I knew I was right' look at the uncertainty in your words.

Silence settled among the three of you, no one knowing where to begin at the odd tension that had formed after Jonah's very serious declaration of support.

"This is a good milkshake." You mused, swirling the pink liquid around with your straw that was beginning to become soggy at how long it had remained in the drink. "Thanks J."

It was more then just a thanks for the milkshake though, and deep down you both knew it.

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When the two pink lines glared back at you, the colour was far too vibrant then it should've been.

You hadn't been expecting that.

Having downed three cartons of 'Sunny D,' and having peed on 4 pregnancy tests, you knew this was one doodle that couldn't be undone - no matter how much you shook the plastic stick, the lines never faded or went away.

Though you didn't feel sad, or scared, you felt rather happy at the discovery. Perhaps your 'baby fever' would never fade away; but you were beginning to think you were actually okay with that.

And three months later, a small bump beginning to form, you were certain you couldn't hide it any longer.

Looking into the mirror, a ghost of a smile settled on your face - one that had permanently seemed to remain there since your discovery, and one that made you glow with radiance wherever you went. Your hand rested on the bump lovingly, admiring how different and yet the same you looked with it. You could get used to this.

Finally feeling as though you were far enough along to start sharing your secret, you decided today would be the day you'd tell Jonah and Garrett - knowing, as they'd previously made it clear, you would have their unconditional support.

You couldn't wait to tell them.

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"So." You began, shifting about in your seat, your usual coffee switched out for its decaf version instead, you prepared yourself to share the news. "I've got something to tell you. Or rather, show you."

"Is it another one of those cat memes? 'Cause I don't think I can take another." Garrett groaned, Jonah rolling his eyes and declaring he liked them and wanted more if it were possible.

"No, no. It's a big bigger then cat memes. In fact it's probably as big as a plum." Pulling out the small, black and white photo from your pocket, you unfolded it, sliding it across the table in front of the two boys. Your two boys.

Without words, Jonah stood from his seat, walking around the table and pulling you up into his embrace and rocking the two of you from side to side. "Holy shit y/n! I'm so happy for you!"

Pulling back to look at Jonah, you saw a wide and bright smile consuming his face, much like the one you imagined was on your own face, and his eyes crinkled half-shut. A laugh bubbles from your throat, relishing in the happy moment shared between the three of you: they knew this was what you wanted, and you knew that they'd be there for you no matter what.

"That things inside of you?" Garrett groaned, focused solely on the ultrasound you had placed in front of you.

"Yep." You replied, smile not leaving your face despite Garrett's disgust of babies, not specifically the one inside of you, just all of them. "And in about 6 months, that thing will come out of me."

"Gross." Garrett scoffed, though a smile soon settled on his face. "It's got your nose"

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Hey Anon!! Thank you so much for the request, I had a lot of fun writing this concept.

Any more requests, just let me know!!

As always, have a lovely week!!<33

[ramayantika]

So yesterday a friend of mine shared a screenshot of a post where this man claiming to be a devout hindu and sanatani wrote that women don't deserve rights and stop this feminist nonsense. We have given them a lot of freedom and see what they do to us. We need manusmriti and laws for them.

And I was not shocked to read this. These men proclaim to uphold hindu culture where it's the goddesses vanquishing demons. These goddesses were women too. And wtf is up with 'we gave them rights' abey gadhe who are men or anyone to give women rights. If both men and women are born in the same way as a zygote then why is that the one having XY chromosome should get a say on how a woman should be?

These so called hindu sanatanis are pathetic. And Manusmriti? It has rules on men too kr na bhai usko follow pehle phir aake batana chahiye ya nahi.

And I have seen a growing trend on hating women due to feminism. They blame everything on feminism. They argue shit like why should we give our seat to a pregnant lady since that was her choice to enjoy a night of passion? Why don't women work in mines and deeply physically demanding jobs like us? If their biological strength is inferior to us then they should stop demanding equality.

And sometimes j feel like banging my head. I have seen women who are well qualified doctors with their doctor spouses who came home late at night during covid time. But the in laws made the woman do all the work after she came home at night and boast that how they got such a good bahu who does kamar tod mehnat to take care of the house singlehandedly after working late at night.

Women who are abused, thrashed and killed when they are carrying another life in their wombs. Girls though highly educated and qualified have to pay dowry to make their marriage work. Girls being forced to take care of the house at the age when they should be playing and studying.

College going youth will say that women mingle with men wear skirts and western dresses so rape Or molestation is inevitable. But they will also molest women in a saree?

If you wanna show how much of a devout hindu you are then practice Dharma very well which honoured women and feminity. Prakriti bhi devi ko den hai jidhar Tu zinda hai.

[sor-vette]

And I take thee, beloved menace

"You're a menace," he cries. "A demon! A heretic!"

• type: Namjoon x reader • masterlist

• genre: pure crack baby, she as raw as 19th-century coke, also it somehow got horny at the end idk I have no dignity left

• tagging: @mintkims; @pinkcherrybombs; @mayla548; @ilsan-seoul; @leannsw (not other moots I'm embarrassed by this, it's like a Victorian-era child that a mother forces into the attic when the guests come • a/n: to the one responsible for this, bet you thought I wouldn't and also I hope you're happy now

Namjoon's hands begin to sweat. His shirt? Ruined. His hair? It's sticking to his forehead. His whole heart is racing and he feels as though he's on the verge of throwing up all over this restaurant table.

"What do you mean, you like it?"

You shrug carelessly.

"It's a societal standard, there's no more logical reasoning to it than why colour can be worn only on women's nails."

His entire brain is splitting open. This is not...this is not remotely like that.

"Yeah, but...but...it's toothpaste, it's toothpaste in chocolate."

He was about to marry you, sure it's only the first date but he pined nearly two years after you, slipping notes in your backpack, coming early to lecture's to put flowers on your seat. You were the girl of his dreams, so why were you such a heathen?

"It's mint chocolate, some people like it, some people don't. I really don't see the fuss about it."

"It's morally wrong," Namjoon objects as you sip on your milkshake, one cheek in your palm. It even looks like his torment and misery is only amusing you further.

"You're just a baby following rules."

"I'm a conscientious citizen obeying the law of nature," he grumbles, growing steadily more uneasy as your eyes begin to glimmer brighter and brighter.

"Hmm, okay, conscientious citizen, you think liking mint choco is bad?" you ask, a sly, cunning smirk spreading across your lips. Despite being a well endowed giant Namjoon shrinks smaller. You have this aura around you... it is evil.

"It's unforgivable," he affirms trying to sound resolute but it comes more out like a shaky whine.

"Well, how would you like to hear that I enjoy pineapple on pizza?"

No.

"And that I don't cut the cake when I buy it. I take a fork and I simply eat it whole, bite by bite."

No, please, no more.

But you're leaning in and in the faint candlelight, you look like a demon straight from the deepest pits of Hell. A demon who was so cruelly playing with his gentle, infatuated heart.

"When I buy a Kit-Kat... "

Namjoon can hear what you're saying in his head and it sounds like thousand cat wails.

"No, please, don't say it, please. I beg of you!"

"... I occasionally take a bite out of it as a whole, not breaking it into individual pieces."

"Are you not afraid of God's wrath, woman?" Namjoon gasps, absolutely terrified. You're both whispering mere centimetres from each other across the table so that the people wouldn't hear and you wouldn't be presumably executed for your crimes against humanity.

You pause. It's a pregnant, horrifying silence and then you give the widest, most innocent grin in the whole world.

"Sometimes..." you begin, voice low and self-assured. Namjoon's gut begins to roll around in his stomach.

"Sometimes... I pour milk before cereal."

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There's a voice inside Namjoon's head, it's meek and desperate and dying. He thinks it's his soul. Having just pierced the final nail in his coffin, you lean back into the chair like the viper you were having just feasted on a delicious prey.

You feared nothing. Not God, not judgement. Nothing. Morals? Karma? You flipped a middle finger at them.

Namjoon lets his head drop onto the table.

"I loved you," he breathes out, heartbroken. "I truly loved you. How could you do this to me?"

Once again you merely shrug.

"I don't live my life by flimsy conventions or wishes of others. I do what I want to do, I eat what I want, how I want it. It's really no one's business to get so upset about it."

"You're a menace," he cries. "A demon! A heretic!"

"Menace, I might be," you slowly incline your head in sombre agreement. "I mean all my friends told me against going out on a date with you and yet here I am."

This perks that little, tiny, minuscule, microscopic affection he still holds in his heart after you were done annihilating it. He slowly lifts his head from the white tablecloth.

"They did?"

"Hmm," you bite on your lip. "Half of them said you were a slobbering creep, leaving all those love letters in my bag."

Namjoon's face suddenly heats as if he was the one at the table who had been sinning. He pokes his opposite fingers.

"ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵐᵉᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᶜᵘᵗᵉ," he mumbles inaudibly.

"Other half said you were the biggest thirst posting fuckboy this side of the town."

Namjoon blushes brighter. Hoseok had remarked on his recent slew of shirtless, thigh-revealing, suspiciously-bulged-grey-sweatpant- wearing workout selfies splattering all over his Instagram account. If he recalled correctly the words used were, "you wilding, bro."

"As you can see I was being a hazard and ignored all of them in favour of meeting you."

Namjoon lowers his gaze shyly. He was thankful for this crime.

"Only to be abandoned on the same day. Kim Namjoon, don't you know wedding vows? In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish. Your love is quite fickle, dear secret admirer," you huff, rising to stand. Theatrically but even so Namjoon's heart stutters, the annihilation - long forgotten. He's got gardens growing in his chest.

He reaches to grasp around your hand.

"We can fix this."

You raise an eyebrow.

"Are you saying "I can fix her"?"

Namjoon thinks it over.

"Maybe," he admits, tightening his hold on the off chance you did find it insulting. Though the very present gleam of amusement suggested that it really was a far away probability.

"Bet. I'm a "I can make him worse" sort of gal."

"I'm Kim Namjoon -"

"Yes, I'm aware," you dryly interrupt.

"- I'm a philosophy student - "

"Yes, you talked about Freud and I think I blacked out."

" - I uphold good morals and ethics of the society -"

"Boy, you post thirst traps with a turned-on geotag."

"I, Kim Namjoon, take thee, my beloved menace to be my apprentice until you find the right path in life."

There's a soft glow around your cheeks and it's so pretty that Namjoon wants to sin, he wants to throw out his entire fucking degree. His mom always said that its best use would be of a fire-starter anyway.

"Right path... interesting," you hum to yourself, fixing hair over your shoulder and Namjoon's eyes fixate on the side of your neck. The thoughts he has are natural though not morally superior.

You sit back down, exposing that delicious neck even more.

Were vampires real? Could they be transformed via airways? Was he unknowingly contaminated and turned by moving in with Jin this semester?

"And what would this "gracious education" entail?" you ask, smirk back in full flourish and Namjoon has to fight between being very small and shy and decidedly... not.

"Uh...well, it's...one on one lessons, nothing less than private tutor can fix you now," he stumbles, brain tripping as you casually begin to adjust the décolletage on your shirt to ride lower.

"Would you be agreed, I mean would you agree to - to these t-terms?"

World? Cold, cruel. Titties? Soft, warm. He didn't need a philosophy degree to learn that crucial grain of thought.

"I most certainly do," your eyes flit down somewhere in the vicinity of his navel and suddenly Namjoon grows flustered at the idea that you had indeed witnessed his online soiree. Despite the fact that he did only begin to post them to get your attention. He was sitting behind you in most classes, had to show his muscles to you somehow. At least that was his desperate, pathetic thinking at 3am one particularly rowdy Wednesday.

"As I said, I eat what I want, how I want it."

Namjoon's certain a vein bursts somewhere in his head and would he not be sitting already, his knees would have bucked.

You give him a flirtatious wink.

A beloved menace, indeed.

[nurbanu22]

Chapter 5:

Masterlist.

<Chapter 4 | Chapter 6>

A/N: I hadn't noticed that been days without updating, any way, I plan to upload two more chapters this week. Is in the 6 that things are going to be more excited, I just wanted to put some Gianna's relathionships in order for a better background.

Warnings: This chapter is a bit long. There are phrases in Italian and i don't speak this language, so let me know if there are any mistakes in the words.

"Sono passati mesi Gianna, sei andata dal dottore? dovresti essere incinta ormai (It's been months, Gianna, did you go to the doctor? You should be pregnant by now)" Carmela Corleone's voice was so loud that Gianna had to move the phone away from her ear a little so it wouldn't hurt. Gianna and her mother had been talking about an hour ago; a whole hour full of scolding, for her mother had gotten so tired of not getting an answer on the Shelby Family phone in weeks, that she called her son-in-law's office and begged him to let her talk to her daughter. Thomas, who promised to call her back, called Gianna at her office not long after and put her mother on her phone, leaving her with the excuse of an important meeting somewhere else.

When Gianna stopped hearing her mother's voice, she put the phone back to her ear and answered "I know, mamma, don't worry. A few weeks ago we started trying with Thomas and you'll be the first to know, you don't have to worry about it" a true lie, since they didn't even sleep in the same room.

Her mother sighed loudly through the line "Okay, I'll pass the phone to your brother and you better get pregnant soon Gianna, children are the most important thing in a marriage, they are blessings from God."

Both Sonny's and Connie's marriages were "blessed" as her mother called it, just a few months after they were married. Gianna not only came from a large family, but as a child she also used to hear many men tell her brothers that they should look for women with wide hips; because this was better at the time of procreation. Having many children was something common in her family and it was what her mother expected the most from her; for she believed that she would give him a reason to focus on something other than her own interests.

"That's what you get for not answering her calls," Michael says with a laugh through the phone.

"Answer her sooner or later it doesn't matter, she wants grandkids" she replied as she absentmindedly wrapped the phone cord around her finger and sat down on the leather seat behind Thomas's desk.

Michael sighed "Wait a second, I'll call you from the company phone" he said in a low voice, because he wanted to give her sister a temporary option for her little problem, which required getting a little out of earshot his family.

Gianna hung up the phone and began to look around as she waited for her brother to call. Thomas's office was very different from his father's, which had several family photos on his desk and some paintings that had been given to him over the years, with a cream-colored wallpaper. While Thomas's office was filled with pictures of horses and trophies of races won, two very expensive telephones and leatherette seats straight from the United States. The black phone on Thomas's desk, a gold-trimmed wedding present, rang again and Gianna picked it up.

"Will you help your little sister?" Gianna asked with a smile on her face.

Michael sighed "I can give you a temporary option, but with a high price"

Gianna frowned "You know that money is not a problem" she says, curious about that option that her brother hadn't given her yet but it sounded not so simple.

"The payment is not money, but the feelings of our mother"

Gianna passed her hand all over her face, taking the phone away from her for a few seconds. It was an idea that she herself had considered thousands of times, but it went beyond her values ​​and, definitely, it didn't go with who she was "I think I don't like your idea Michael"

"Me neither, but you will get our mother off your back for a few weeks. That is, you will have to find a solution soon or decide if you want to be a mother in the future, our mother will not wait forever"

Gianna was about to answer her brother when Thomas walked in, Lizzie behind him with papers in hand. "Thomas è entrato in ufficio, ti chiamo più tardi, mando il mio affetto a tutti (Thomas entered the office, I'll call you later, send my love to everyone)" she said hanging up the phone.

She exaggeratedly opened her arms in welcome "Husband" Gianna said happily, still sitting in his chair.

"Wife" Thomas said in a monotone voice as he walked over to the bar he had there and poured himself a glass of whiskey, Lizzie slamming the door behind her. Thomas, glass in hand, took a seat in one of the armchairs across from his desk as he unbuttoned his jacket.

Lizzie walked over to them and handed Thomas the stack of papers he had in his hand "Thanks Lizzie" he said taking the papers and placing them in front of him on his desk.

Lizzie crossed her arms, looking between them. Thomas, who hadn't had a good night or a good morning, wasn't in the mood for another rudeness from his secretary. Unnecessary rudeness for others, because their relationship was nothing more than sexual. Thomas trusted Lizzie and she had earned, through all those sleepless nights and boring afternoons, enough appreciation to give her a job at her growing company just so she could quit the job she had. Other people would have kicked her out, Thomas instead heard every word and angry insults from her, absorbing all of her and letting go as soon as they had sex or he smoked a cigarette.

"It's funny" said Lizzie "I've never seen him let anyone sit behind the desk"

"No, he usually bends people over it" Gianna replied.

Thomas's gaze, previously focused on his glass, shifted from his wife to his mistress. Lizzie was clearly very furious, while Gianna looked unconcerned. He had already been present during this type of fight between them; bored with the same situation, but often entertained by their witty comments. It seemed that both women only fought at specific times and usually with sarcastic comments or double meanings, all of them started by Lizzie and ended by Gianna, like now.

Gianna leaned across the table to grab the papers Thomas was about to reach, causing him to freeze on the spot for a few seconds and snap back, sighing in exasperation as he pulled a cigarette and match from his inner pocket, asking Lizzie to get him a coffee. She stomped off cursing them under her breath.

"May I?" Thomas asked his wife with cigarette in hand pointing to her dress; a new habit acquired since she wouldn't let him light her cigarette in her presence, because she said that the smell would stick to her dresses, which were her newest designs. It was better to ask her than to light it and have her take it out of his mouth.

Gianna had just opened a letter, tossing the envelope onto the desk as she read what it said "It's your office, you can do whatever you want"

He smiled, his cigarette trailing from both corners of his mouth until he finally lit it "Anything interest?" He threw his box of matches next to the phone.

"Invitations, congratulations…" she tossed the papers in front of him so he could read them, bored to see nothing interesting.

"Do you trust Solomons after what happened?" she asks.

"I don't trust anyone"

"Well, it doesn't seem like it, you thought Campbell would keep his word and I think the bruises on my face are proof enough that he lied"

Thomas, who had been looking at his hand, looked at the face of his wife; whose bruises were slowly fading. She was right; the night he stayed with May Carleton she was on her way to the Small Heath residence when she was thrown into an alley and beaten up, the most noticeable blows being on her arm, next to her mouth and in her hairline.

Thomas looked into her eyes for the first time since the morning "He'll pay for it"

"I know" she whispered. Gianna still remembers that morning after she was beaten up in the alley on Small Heath. Polly had healed her face as best she could while Esme bandaged her arm. When Thomas entered the betting house, where everyone was gathered, he stopped for a few seconds to analyze those marks on her face and then turned to John. In his eyes was a silent promise to hit them back with the same blow; because whether they wanted to or not, Gianna was now a Shelby and the consequences of hurting her were the same for her as for any other member of the family.

Despite there still being some dislike between them, their moments together became a little more bearable. Their silences were no longer awkward and they were even able to have an entire conversation without him sighing from exhaustion at her comments or gestures, or her ignoring him and insulting him in Italian. They had definitely made a breakthrough so far in the last few weeks, even though this greatly surprised Thomas; the whole business with Campbell, Sabini, Solomons and the constant letters written and then burned to Grace seemed to leave no room for anything else in his life. But Gianna made sure to make room for herself by invading constantly his personal space, not caring all those times that he tried to push her away.

"What did your mother wanted?" Thomas asked changing the subject. Not having been able to prevent everything that happened to his family in the last week had made him see, once again, that he was still someone that people didn't take seriously. A puppet that they believed they could use whenever they wanted, making him feel unable to control what was happening around him and he would not let them think of him that way again.

Gianna sighed as she kicked off her black heels and walked over to Thomas's bar, taking the box of chocolates she bought and left there when she arrived at his office that morning. She offered some to Thomas as she passed, he just move his hand as a no and she settled back down, this time on her side, with her legs on her right armrest.

"She wanted to know if I was already pregnant" Gianna raised both eyebrows, taking a chocolate with mint flavor.

Thomas laughed "Perhaps one of yours adventures will make her happy" he said as a joke, because he knew of her constant adventures in and out the city.

Gianna used to leave the house in the morning and not return until the following afternoon; she will spend her nights with a famous liquor company owner, not far from where he used to meet May Carleton.

"Don't be funny" she said throwing a paper of one of the chocolates in his face "I have expectations to fulfill, fake marriage or not. But it doesn't matter, there are more important things to take care of; what will you do with Russell?"

Thomas finished his whiskey in a big sip "I'm still gathering information, but you'll find out when the decision is made; considering that you have people around me in charge of following every step I take"

Gianna stood up abruptly from the chair, making it turn at least 2 times and put on her heels "I must spend the money that you obligatorily deposit for me in a bank account. I am sorry that it is so that I can know what is happening around you, but it wouldn't be a necessity if you deigned to tell me the things that you signed in the damn contract on our wedding day" she said walking away angrily. It didn't bother her so much that Thomas didn't tell her things, it was something she expected at least for the first few months; the mistrust between the two was mutual and would be difficult to win. But it was something Gianna hoped she wouldn't get used to with important matters. Especially considering that he was a very trouble-prone man.

Thomas smiled at her clear annoyance. Despite being mostly a stoic person, she used to get annoyed with him very easily and had no qualms about showing it to him; usually answering him in what he thought were insults in Italian or throwing away all his cigarettes and whiskey once he got home "We were having a good conversation" he told Gianna that she was already heading for the door.

"I didn't ask you," she yelled back as she walked past Lizzie, taking the coffee she had in hand and throwing it into one of the trash cans as she passed.

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Bloody Season

Donnie and Mikey X fem!Reader.

This is a serie of three chapters about Donnie explaining to his brothers about menstruation. His such knowledge was given by reader through a doubt he had during her period, and from deep researches.

Warning: SFW, blood mention.

Cramps, loss of appetite, lack of good humor, a heat bag being held against your lower abdomen to assuage the anguish, feeling that affliction hot liquid between your legs, "weak stomach", menstrual diarrhea; and also the pre syntoms: sore breasts, desire of sweets; should I continue?

It's frightering of how both body and mind change during the bloody days.

"I don't-".

"You need..." Donnie said softly while hold a sandwish to you.

"Donnie, I... I'm not hungry".

"You haven't eaten yet, Y/N".

"But-" You sighed "Okay..." You whispered, groaning while make effort to sit. You are curently in the Lair on a sofa of the main space. With shaky hands, you pick the delicious looking sandwish and spend a few seconds staring at it, forcing your stomach groan by hungry—which never has come. Being vulnerable and painful throughout those days of the week is something we could only get used a while after; it seems we never get used of it, like it is the first time every month we go through.

All your stomach does is protest to not receive the food, but you have to. Or you would get weaker than before. You bite, chew and swallow; again. Bite, chew and swallow; slow moves.

"Enough" you murmmured, handing the half-eaten sandwish towards the purple clad humanoid mutant turtle, who was only watching you all the time "I don't want it anymore". Donatello could see the discomfort in your eyes "It's okay. At least you have eaten something and this is what the matter" he assured, taking the sandwish and placing his massive hand on your shoulder and pushing you down carefully, making you laying down again. "Rest. If you need something, call me".

You share a weak smile as he walks away. Donatello is the only one besides April who understand perfectly your mensal unconfortable situation; the others know as well but not as much as their smart brother.

"Hey, Don. How's Y/N?" Mikey asked as soon Donnie enters the kitchen area.

"She is okay. Just tired" he explains "Not hungry as normal".

Mikey hummed in confirmation, nodding. Even being difficult to get exactly what is happening to you, Mikey has a deep respect for you; giving you space, silence, sharing support. Because he knew what is going on, but he doesn't know the why of it.

He wants to ask, but a feeling of shame prevents him to do it.

"Don bro..." he called.

"Hum?" Donnie answered while take a simp of coffee with milk and holding a piece of bread with Nutella generously spread over it.

"I know that Y/N suffers by... uh... menstrual season or whatever. But can you explain me why does she has it every month?".

Donnie almost choke with his coffee, wide eyes right at his younger curious brother. Menstruation is kind of thing that just women have, and it might be a delicated subject to be debated about, mainly among men.

"Well, I will explain. But I'll say what Y/N has told me, okay? I'm not an expert on it".

Mikey nodded, taking a seat as prepares himself for the "class". Donnie did as well, picking another free chair and sitting on the other side of the table, right in front of Mikey and signing with his finger for his young brother to lean closer.

"Okay, imagine..." Donnie starts, whispering near to his brother's face "Imagine you have an organ within you, lower in your abdomen". Mikey looked down at his plastron with a question expression "This organ is called uterus, and it was made to create, carry, and support a child" Mikey looked up at Donnie, with many facial expressions traveling over his cute face "Okay so, period is a woman body's way of releasing tissue that it no longer needs. Every month, the feminine body prepares for pregnancy. The lining of the uterus gets thicker as preparation for nurturing a fertilized egg. An egg is released and is ready to be fertilized and settle in the lining of your uterus. When the fertilization does not happen, the uterus eliminates all its stuff it had done. This is why women bleeds in this season" he finished, taking a bite of the bread with Nutella.

Mikey did not say a word, just stared at his brother's eyes.

Donnie tilted his head, waiting for Mikey comment.

"I didn't get it yet" Mikey said quietly.

Donnie groaned "What did you not understand?".

"How a woman can create a child alone?"

"Mikey!"

"Sorry! I know women don't make children alone. There are a fucking rush of questions running in my head now".

Donnie shook his head, biting another piece of his food. He doesn't blame Mikey at all, he knew that he's new into this kind of conversation.

"Okay, well..." the genius continued, calmly "Women are the only one who contain this organ-".

"This is what I was already aware." Mikey said.

"Good. So, the period is kind of "punishment" for women for not get pregnant" the nerdy summed up.

"Really?".

"Yeah".

"That's awful".

"Indeed''.

''But... Why they feel pain? Like, not just cramps, but others stuff".

"What they feel is similar—or same—to pregnancy symptoms. Actually it depends from each woman. For example, Y/N" he points at you "She feels weak, she has loss of appetite, cramps, etc. There are days that she feels okay during her period, but during others days, it looks like she couldn't even leave bed''.

Mikey glanced at you with sad eyes "Poor Y/N. And thinking that she has to go through it every month. I guess I wouldn't handle with it tho".

Donnie shrugged in agreement.

The both turtles spent a few minutes observing you sleeping, their minds—Mikey mostly—lost in a sea of imagines and questions. They want to ask you more about period, but they are deel timid for it. It is weird when men ask women about menstrual cycle, but it could be important to know what happens to women body during this time.

"So, when Y/N will get pregnant to not feel those stuff?"

"Excuse m-!"

They jumped as you aproach to the kitchen area, a tired face and messy hair difining your current mood "Hey, guys..." You greeted, walking towards the fridge.

"Hey, Y/N" Donnie smiled "W-Why did you get up? You had to have called me to reach you something".

"No problem, Donnie" you said with a hoarse voice "I have to make my body move a bit. I was too motionless. I'm okay" You take a simp of water, walking back to the coach.

"Hey, Y/N. Can I ask you something?" Mikey's question makes Donnie feel shivers running down his spine. The genius immediately grabs Mikey's arm to pull him closer and threatened quietly "Don't you dare ask that!".

"Sure. What ya wanna ask?" Noticing their sudden change of behavior, you quirked a brow edge "Is everything okay?".

"Yes!" Mikey responded quickly, and Donnie shares a dork smile.

You shruged, heading back to the couch. You knew they're hidding something, but you're not expecting what is coming soon with Mikey's curiosity.

[writingoneshots]

Hello :D I really liked your last story with Law and the other with Killer!! I would also like to request something and if you don't wanna write it that's fine too. Idc about the scenario in general but how about Kid and reader fighting about almost everything daily and Kid gets pissed off and breaks up with reader. Then he finds out that she's pregnant and suddenly feels bad. You decide if they get back together or not :D

Hormones

Hi :) ! I had way too many ideas with this, which is why I randomly decided to just let my brain write what comes to its mind first. This is the result. I really hope you like it! Also.. I got a little carried away. Let me know if you don't like it, I can re-write it any time (for example: if you want a bad ending).

Ps: I tend to use names from my personal FF's because it's sometimes too strenuous to write 'Killer's girlfriend' or 'xy's partner'.. might happen in future stories as well but I will always announce it in the description first!

Have a nice day!

- Kid x reader (I also added 'Bella', who is Killer's girlfriend - I needed a name, sorry) - 2,492 words - drama, fighting, swearing, lots of thinking, SFW

The nights were almost as painful as the rest of the day lately. Kid couldn't stand not talking to you and for more than two weeks, you two have been barely speaking. The only sort of communication you two have is screaming and make-up sex, followed by another fight in the morning after. Kid loved you with his whole existence but he just couldn't take it any longer. If there was nothing fixing it tomorrow, then he would have to end it since even his crew has been in constant fear of getting killed by their own captain because he has been in a bad mood since your first fight. In the next morning, you took a quick shower and put on some clothes for breakfast. You tried your best not to think of Kid, even though you didn't know why. When you arrived at the restaurant, where the crew had been meeting up in the last couple of days, the ship's doctor patted at the empty seat next to him to offer you a seat.

He immediately used that chance and handed you some fresh fruits, "(Y/N) we really need to talk about your blood results from last week." "I know it's bad. I barely had any sleep in the last few weeks and I also have constant pain in my stomach.. could be because your captain is pissing me off lately. Stress and blah blah..", you rolled your eyes and grabbed the food before he could continue talking. "Oh, I see. This is my fault now too?", Kid came out of the bathroom and dried his hands on his little towel, which he carried around tied on his belt. You looked at him startled and didn't expect him to be here already. With a soft headshake, you just began eating the fruits, which the doctor handed you and sighed a bit. The table was quiet when Kid sat down, which was unusual. Kid ate his breakfast slowly, trying to figure out what to do or say. He looked at you, watched you eating silently and got lost in his thoughts. Should I give her a compliment? She looks good today.. But she doesn't deserve it. She didn't even want to have sex yesterday. Not even cuddling or making out.. Bitch. But if I don't say anything, she'll be mad as well. I really don't want her to leave. Fuck. Stupid woman. Suddenly a burst of loud laughter appeared from a table nearby and Kid couldn't help but take a look. A group of women was laughing about something funny that a guy has said, who was sitting with them. They were all having a good time. Kid was jealous. His table was usually the loudest one and now nobody was speaking at all. Again. His eyes wandered to the woman, who had a similar outfit as you when you once roleplayed in bed. This whole night suddenly played like a recording in his head and he couldn't help but spark a little interest again. You realized that Kid had stopped eating and when you looked at him, you realized that he was completely lost into something. Following his gaze, you didn't need too long to figure out what it was. Another woman. Kid was never interested in anyone else but you and didn't even dare to stare at someone else. But this was more than just staring. He was longing for her. "Why don't you just go and ask her to spend the night with you?", you looked at him angrily and pushed your plate aside. Kid frowned at that statement and looked confused at you. "What?" "So now you're also staring at other women? Why are you even with me? Always fighting with me, not having sex with me, staring at other women, and just being a complete idiot!", you tried to hide the tears in your eyes but it was all just too much for you. His eyes widened. He was really about to lose his mind and he had no idea how he managed to control his inner self from not exploding. "Are you fucking kidding me?", he whispered and his knuckles turned white as snow because of how hard he made a fist. "I have no fucking clue, why you're fucking mad at me. So you better shut the fuck up, before I do something that I will regret." "Oh really? And what would that be?", you crossed your arms at your chest and leaned back into the chair. "(Y/N), I am asking you now for the last fucking time. Shut. The Fuck. Up.", Kid looked down at his plate and closed his eyes right after. The metal around him began to vibrate and you raised an eyebrow at this reaction. "Guys.. please.. I can help with-" The doctor didn't have a chance to explain himself. "No, come on. Say it, Kid. What is going on in that mind of yours? Are you going to fight me again? Ignore me again? Hm?", you wiped your tears away and took a deep breath to prepare yourself for whatever he would say. "We're over." Silence. No one in this crew dared to say a word. Even Killer froze and hated himself for not interfering. You couldn't comprehend what he just said but your brain somehow understood. After taking a deep breath, you stood up without saying a word and left the restaurant. A few minutes have passed before the first one spoke up. Killer waited for the metal to stop vibrating and gave Kid a few more seconds to breathe. "You know what you just did, right?", he talked in a soft tone

and watched how Kid was slightly shaking. He could see the regret in his eyes but had no idea how to help him. "I couldn't stand this any longer.", was the only thing that Kid has said that day. He disappeared until the night has covered the skies and came back to the crew helping to carry a few things into a different cabin. Apparently, a few arrangements have been made while Kid was gone. His head was completely empty and he couldn't care less about what has happened during his absence. He just wanted to lay down and wasn't even sure if he wanted to be alone or not. Bella, Killer's girlfriend, carried your things into the girls' sleeping room where she had already spend her nights with Heat's girlfriend as well. Kid couldn't help but think of the good times when the ship only had men on board. Life was much simpler back then he would do anything to get back to it. Killer approached Kid slowly and eyed him carefully. "You seem.. calm?" Kid gave him a short side-eye and turned his attention back to the crew re-decorating his ship. "She's going to leave the ship on the next island.", Killer commented and took a deep breath. "Are you still sure about this? That you don't want to be with her?" He wasn't. But he also didn't know how to work this out. This was the first time in his life that Kid had no idea what to do. "C-captain.. I tried talking to (Y/N) but she keeps avoiding me. May I talk to you instead?", the doctor of the ship was holding some papers tight in his hands, dithering slightly. "You really think that now is a good time to talk?", Killer scratched his head and wasn't sure if this doctor was smart or stupid as hell. "Get out of my sight, man. I don't have time for bullshit right now.", Kid pushed the doctor away and walked right past him. The doctor couldn't take it any longer. "IF AT LEAST ONE OF YOU WOULD LISTEN TO ME, NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED!", he screamed out of his lungs. When he suddenly realized what he just did, he wanted to jump off the ship. The whole crew went silent and stopped in their current motion. Even Killer went a step back and someone in the background started praying. Kid turned around and made two large steps towards the doctor, grabbing him by his shirt and lifting him without any struggles. His eyes were glowing in anger and his muscles were tensed, focused not to kill him within two seconds. "You have only one sentence to save your life, asshole." "(Y/N) is pregnant!" The doctor spitted that out, faster than a gun's shot. Kid froze. His grip on the doctor's shirt loosened and he stood still like a statue. The doctor got pushed to the side and Killer asked him several times if he was sure about this. The doctor nodded and showed him the results. "The mood swings, the pain in her stomach, her sex drive and the morning sickness. The blood results are proof enough.", the doctor showed it to Killer but it was worthless because Killer didn't understand any of these things. Kid let his arm slowly down and turned around, facing the corridor to the cabins. She is pregnant.. That's why she was behaving like a bitch and hated the fact that I was existing. Pregnant.. Shit. I am going to be a father? I am going to have kids.. A Kid having kids.. I can already hear the jokes. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Why am I so shocked? I never used any condoms with that woman. It's my fault. But also hers. Just because I stopped asking her to swallow.. For fucks sake. Is that bad? Can't we get rid of that? I could just leave it on an island.. but then (Y/N) would kill me or even leave me to be with that child and- Wait.. no.. nonono.. she's not even mine.. she can't leave me because I- I- .. I broke up. "Killer.. I have never seen Kid like this.", Heat looked more sad than usual and didn't know what to say. "Is he broken?" "No, he's probably just trying to think. You know.. he's barely doing that, which is why he is in this situation right now.", Killer shrugged and didn't let Kid out of his sight. This stance always meant that Kid was battling his inner self and Killer knew that his best

friend could have a mental breakdown right afterwards, which usually ends up in a killing spree every time. But this time, Kid just shook his head and went straight to the ship's corridor. He pushed away other crew members and entered the women's cabin without knocking. Heat's girlfriend was unpacking your things, while you were in the bathroom throwing up. Kid took a deep breath and approached the bathroom, now knocking softly. "Give us a second!", Killers girlfriend screamed and opened the door right after. She shrieked at the sight of Kid, not expecting to see him here. "She's not feeling well, Kid.", Bella explained carefully and blocked the sight to you. "I know. Let me talk to her." "I don't think-" "It's alright..", you sighed and washed your face right after cleaning your mouth. Bella looked at you to make sure you're okay and nodded before leaving you two alone. Kid entered the bathroom and locked the door afterwards. He wasn't sure how to start this conversation but he couldn't stop looking at you. The thought of not being the one, to own you and actually being the reason why you're feeling sick, made him feel uneasy. "If it's about me being here then I-" "Shut up." You looked at him confused and didn't know what to do now. After drying your face with a towel, you watched Kid carefully as he approached you. "What are you doing?" "Stop talking.", he commanded and took a deep breath when he stopped right in front of you. His arms wrapped around you as well as his one metal arm allowed. But his flesh arm pulled you closer to him and kissed your head. "I am sorry for causing you pain. This is all my fault.. A little bit of yours too but mostly mine.", he whispered because he was more than just sure that Bella and Heat's girlfriend were listening on the other side of the door. "What has gotten into you? Are you drunk? You do remember that you broke up, right?", you frowned but didn't move away. Your cheek rested on his chest but you didn't hug him back. "(Y/N).. please forgive me. I was a dick. You can do anything to me.. hit me, scream at me, I don't care. Just please be mine again.", he mumbled against your skin, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. Tears were building up in your eyes and you hated yourself for it because you didn't know why you became such a crybaby. "Are you sure about that? I don't want you to hate me!" "I could never hate you.." "But something is going on with us and I don't want this.. I want it to be like before.", tears were running down your cheek and you tried to wipe them away but new ones were rolling down right after.

"It will be.. after our child is born.", he kissed your head once more and waited for your reaction. "Wait... what?", you froze and sniffed against his chest. When you looked up, your eyes met his' and you didn't talk for a few minutes. Then it hit you. It suddenly all made sense. "I.. I am pregnant..", you took a deep breath and couldn't believe it. There was nothing in this world that could have prepared you for this moment. But you and Kid are going to be parents. You two didn't have a bad relationship. You were just too emotional and Kid wasn't used to it, which is why you both started fighting all the time. You weren't quite sure if knowing this fact would change anything in the next few months but you felt better. "We are going to have a child..", tears were rolling down your cheeks again and your heart was beating fast because of how excited you were. "Yea.. I would celebrate this with a kiss but you just threw up.. Disgusting.", Kid shook his head and pulled you tight to him again, lifting you up softly. "Also, I won't change a single diaper. Telling you right away." "I will squeeze a giant baby out of your favorite part of me. You don't have a say in that.", you chuckled and shook your head.

"Did you just laugh? I haven't heard that in weeks. Sounds like make-up sex to me.", Kid smirked and let you down on the bathroom sink, already ripping off your clothes. "I guess Daddy has a new meaning for you now?", you teased him a little and had to laugh at how he suddenly cringed. "Add this to the forbidden words in the bedroom."

[gertrudnorthman]

* 1000 Year old Vampire

* Childe of Northman

* Sister of Eric Northman

* Not new to Fandom

* OC of True Blood

* 21 + Literate and Detailed

* Ships with Chemistry

I don't remember anything of the attack, my mother, the Queen or my father the King of Sweden. I was told by my brother Eric that they fought diligently to save the lives of my mother and me.

When the attack ended, a cry was heard from near the body of the Queen. The new Viking King rushed to the infant Gertrud's side (that's me)...

He hurriedly gathered me up and took me to the medicine man. It would have seemed my mother had shielded me with her body only injuring me with scratches from the wolve's teeth and claws. Though they were deep, it took much time for me to heal.

My brother Eric raised me along with other women in the immediate vicinity who were sympathetic to our plight. Luckily pregnant Viking women were aplenty so they were readily able to feed me.

As I grew, I did learn how to take care of men as I was going to be Queen one day if Eric bore no children. I was betrothed and wed at the age of 16. 3 children resulted in the marriage at the hands of a brutal man by the name of Harald. 1 boy, Trygve and 2 girls, Ingrid and Liv. He was desperate for Eric to die in battle so that he could take the seat as King to rule over Sweden.

Harald sent traitors into battle with my brother and he was brought to the edge of death. His body had not been returned with the others. I would not allow the elders to declare him dead. I sat as Queen Regent until his return.

At each turn as I attempted to give orders, Harald attempted to overrule them. He attempted to starve our people to have me declare my brother dead. Yet the elders refused it to be done. The people sided with me as I was their Queen Regent and he was nothing to them. This angered him greatly.

He took it out on me and the children. More so me. As the men in the village that remained or returned from war who called him a coward for not marching along side them into war threatened to kill him if he raised a hand on the children of their King. So he relented to take it out on me.

He took a whore into our bed and put a child into her belly. Claiming his child with her would be the next King of Sweden. Threatened to kill me and our children in the middle of the night.

I consistently told my children that their King and Uncle Erik was fighting the war and would return one day. There was no need to worry. He loved them very much.

Erik returned when I turned 23. I am not sure if he was watching my husband rule from afar over his Kingdom as a tyrant, but upon his return he killed Harald for the crimes he committed against our country. I disposed of my married named for myself and my children as I did not wish for our country to see me or my son as a tyrant. My parents and brother were well loved and respected.

Thus installing my 7 year old son Trygve Northman as the King with our trusted advisor Birger as regent until he reached manhood.

As my brother explained what he was and how lonely he was without Mother, Father and me, I nodded and agreed to become a creature of the night and be with him throughout the ages. Leaving my children behind in the care of others, with the promise I would return.

I returned every six months to say hello and watch them grow. I could not stay long as the hunger grew too unstable. I informed my children I was fighting wars with their uncle, however they were always in my heart. As they grew, I had to 'die' as I was not getting any older.

I traveled the world for the next 1,000 years with my brother, my Maker... there was not a place in the world we have not been. We are constantly seeking vengeance on those who murdered our parents.

Now we are here, in this... dump Shreveport Louisiana. In a bar by the name of #Fangtasia. Not that the club doesn't do well since we 'Came out of the coffin.' (What a ridiculous saying really). It gives us plenty of food, in private of course. I have my own office for those very reasons.

He seems to have this...thing for a human. Or so she claims to be. By the name of Sookie Stackhouse. I honestly don't understand what he sees in her, but she smells like the sun coming over the horizon. Something I remember from days long past. I just want to taste her. And Eric being who he is pulled the "As your Maker, I forbid you to bite Sookie Stackhouse." He should just say as your brother..