#he’s so cringe fail male wife and I love that for him

[an-adhd-infested-nerd]

We’ve (rightly) talked about how great Peri’s design is but we have not talked enough about Cosmo’s human design

Giving him a dad bod and a tourist fit? The Flipflops? The bowling shirt? The silly star sunglasses? The green and purple? Chefs kiss no notes

[biteofcherry]

How would enforcer!Steve handle his girl that is a little weepy, emotional mess from her period? 🥺😭

No but the way I can burst into tears at the drop of a dime and at the most ridiculous thing when I’m on my blood fail lollll. 🫣

Okay, so I know you asked for enforcer!Steve reacting to sweet Cherry's period suffering. He would be the most doting, spoiling and caring. He probably at times would feel a little helpless, like when you cry from ice cream melting too fast, but overall he'd be quite amazing. However, my brain wanted to think more about a different Steve facing your emotional distress during period 🤷‍♀️

Which is why I bring you the dark mafia bastard versus your period tears, that no one asked for 😂 Sorry!

Touch The Darkness

dark mafia!Steve Rogers x female reader

warnings: Steve being a cocky bastard as usual; annoyingly perceptive too; some period emotional mess

The thing Steve's face does when you suddenly burst into tears over nothing is like a tiktok on acting.

He goes from shock (his eyes widening, nose scrunching slightly) to confusion (frown marring his forehead, corners of his mouth twitching), then through a process of putting together smallest pieces of information and observation.

Finally, he sighs as his face relaxes into this neutral, ridiculously handsome state.

You almost cry from it all over again, because you really like how handsome Steve is, all the while you're still convinced that you should be hating every fiber of his being for eternity.

But since he went after you to your little hiding place and demanded to know what's wrong, you tell him. You hiss the word period and give him a murderous look that suggests he is the one responsible for all women suffering monthly bleeding and pain.

A second later you almost cry again, because Steve doesn't look shocked anymore.

Steve doesn't even cringe when he says the word period. He doesn't look bothered or disgusted by it, which you find quite annoying.

It would be so much easier if the bastard was one of those idiot males, who can't even say the word and they run away at the thought of it.

Instead, Steve tilts his head slightly to the side, scans you from head to toe and back again.

"Then why the fuck are you curled up here and not in bed?" He nods at the old armchair in the library nook, which you never before used, even when reading. It's more of a decoration than comfortable to actually sit in it.

You don't answer him, only glare and pull the two layers of blankets up to your nose.

You're not going to tell him that you love the comfort of the pristine, expensive covers on your marital bed and that while you never minded it at your previous home, you were kind off scared of bleeding on them.

Which is what started this whole thing of you storming into the library - wrapped in two blankets that trailed after you like a train. Because you were about to hide in bed, most excited to find comfort and relax in the lovely soft, clean sheets, when a flash of image of your blood staining it had you bolting out.

It's ridiculous. You never normally cared for such things. Sheets could be washed and changed.

But somehow, this time, you ended up crying and leaving the bedroom.

Steve seems to read your like an open book, despite your complete silence.

"Princess," he sighs, "I've seen plenty of blood. I've been covered in blood an brain matter of my enemies more times than you imagine. Doesn't bother me. Especially not my wife's natural reason for it."

You're about to snap at him that his sensitivities weren't your concern at all, when he continues:

"And the sheets can be changed as many times as needed. I've already ordered three more sets in that cream and gold shade you like the most."

"You know nothing," you glower, but you can feel the heat filling your face.

How the hell did he know that? It's not like you said to him anything on the topic of something so silly like finding the covers pretty and lovely. Which you do.

Steve's mouth curls into a smirk as he leans forward and braces hands on the backrest of the armchair, on both sides of your head.

"Don't think I didn't notice how you curl into a cozy burrito when the cream covers are on and that you stay a little longer in bed. And-" his face inches closer, warm breath fanning your cheek- "that you more often provoke me to have sex outside of bed, so the sheets stay clean longer."

"I do not provoke you to have sex!" You burst, but Steve only laughs as if you told the funniest joke.

Next thing you know, he's scooping you up into his arms - bundled in blankets and all. He carries you effortlessly, not caring for the few protests that you hiss at him.

He takes you to the bedroom and slowly puts you down on your feet on the floor. He rips the blankets away from you then lifts you up again, placing you in bed. On those soft, fresh smelling sheets.

"Now, you want ice cream or something salty? Or maybe an orgasm or two to help with the cramps?"

[chaostroberry1]

can I get a married life again like the other anon previously asked for but with Hades? Ty!!

(can be hcs or story is up to you cause ik writing both must be tiring for you)

Of course 💝 since you are asking for smth like the married life with Beelzebub - here

- I will make it Dom!male reader. You may ask for changes in the inbox if it isn't what you were asking for! Please don't be afraid to ask ^^

Hades × Dom!male!husband reader! Hcs

Here's a free scrap pic↓

- ever since you both got married, hades had expected to take control in the relationship. Until he saw that you were better fitted for being the husband material, mans became the unexpected wife.

- he'd wake up to breakfast every morning, the castle was decorated with more home-ish decorations. To make things cozier to live in, I mean, how much effort were you willing to put?

- sometimes, you'd show up with a bouquet of flowers in his door, and you were also the one to go on one knee and propose. Okay, maybe I'm lying. You actually went on your knees and asked him to marry you.

- you decorate his hair with flowers, and buy him feminine jewelry. The apollo treatment fr. Sometimes you even dress him in pretty clothing for whenever it comes stop making love.

- speaking of in-bed activities, he thought you'd give him a chance at that too. But you ended up topping instead of him, it was a little bit hurtful to his pride, but when he saw how you treated him, bro was over the moon. Is this what wives get to experience from their loving husbands?

- whenever Poseidon is around, hades won't stop talking about his relationship with you. Like he'd go on and on, bragging happily about his relationship, mini flowers of joy surrounding him like he was on cloud nine. Poseidon just sits there like : 😶

- dates are full of romance, arguments are almost basically nothing to you guys since there is nothing for you to argue about. Just silly intimate love for each other.

- but if you ever do get into an argument, you'd be the one apologizing, even if it wasn't your fault. Like stop. His heart is melting.

- because of you, the underworld is not lonely anymore. You were his home. He wanted to protect you. (But it came out the other way with you brutally killing a beast that tried to get near him.) you were actually planning to stay, and never leave him.

- I can just imagine one time where you and him were late for a meeting, you immediately carried him with one arm and rushed to valhalla. He was dumbfounded. 🙂

- wait wait, imagine where you guys are just being lovey dovey. Like y'all cringe talking, and then suddenly, Poseidon walks in. Staring at you and hades, before walking out silently. 💀

- you are so gentle with him. You never got mad at him unless it was necessary.

- I bet a booger that he tries to do something romantic, but ends up failing, only for you to hug him and kiss him nonstop, saying that he did amazing.

- you guys are too lovey dovey that even zues gets jealous.

[iluvshinytwink]

You Know It - Jude Bellingham

"Give me one more kiss before the boys arrive. But we'll be back before you know it !"

Synopsis: In which you give Jude one last kiss before he boards a plane to his match. :)

Now Playing . . . You Know It by Colony House

a/n: i failed my exam but i PASSED MY QUIZ. RWAGGGHHH IM CRACKED 🔥🔥🔥 i also fucked up the lyrics so it would make more sense hope u guys dont mind that LMAOAO

It wasn't rare that Jude had to go away from Germany to participate in matches, this was just one of the few times where you were forced to say goodbye to him.

Jude was extra smiley on the drive there. A big grin wrapped his face and his eyes glistened with joy and excitement.

Jude was looking out the window, admiring the clouds that you drove by, one airpod was tucked in his ear and the other was in his pocket. Jude tried to suppress his smile but he was ever so excited.

You noticed your smiley, giddy boyfriend instantaneously and you couldn't help but smile too.

"Why are you so smiley, baby?" you asked, grinning. Jude's head turned to you. "I don't know." Jude shrugged. "Maybe I'm just happy you're seeing me off." he added, lacing his fingers with yours. "Cringe." you moaned.

Jude cocks his head back in laughter. "It'll be those cringey romcom movies. The male lead chases the female lead in an airport to express his undying love to her after leaving his wife." Jude explained. You looked over to your boyfriend with a look mixed with confusion yet admiration. "When I put on those movies, I didn't expect you to actually watch them." you chuckled, tightening your grip on your boyfriend's hand.

"Oh, I do watch. You fall asleep 20 minutes in." Jude smugly smiled at you. You rolled your eyes, remembering the many movie nights you had with Jude which usually started with you sleeping and ended with Jude sleeping and you watching another movie.

As you parked at the airport, Jude gets out with enthusiasm. You follow shortly.

Jude was practically fidgeting with excitement, he was quite literally bouncing like he'd jump into the stratosphere.

Jude quickly took your hand to his, you felt his cold fingers hug your warm ones once more.

Jude looked at you with a smile, you could practically hear his beating heart.

The two of you entered the airport and made your way to Jude's gate where a private plane along with the other players awaited him.

"Are we late?" you chuckled, seeing Jude's teammates already boarding the plane.

"Jude, I thought your flight started at 11:00." you said, checking your watch. "I lied." Jude giggles, looking over to you like a child.

"Why would you lie?" you said, looking up from your watch, confused.

"Give me one last kiss." Jude whispered underneath his breath, you barely heard it. You were finding the words to say other than blabbing out flustered and confused sounds.

Jude's hand untangles itself from yours as he faced you properly.

"Jude Bellingham!" the flight attended had called. "Come on, baby. They're waiting for me." Jude hummed. You blinked and before you knew it you were face to face with your boyfriend as he looked at you tenderly and softly. You felt a blush wipe your cheeks.

Jude looks away from you for a second, at the gate was Giovanni Reyna and Karim Adayemi, his friends waiting for him.

Jude looked back, but not fast enough because your lips had quickly found his.

Jude's eyes widened and his heart fluttered out of his chest.

After a few seconds, you pull away. Jude stood there, bewildered.

You chuckled at your boyfriend's expression as you glance at the gate where Karim and Gio were fakely throwing up. You laughed.

"Now go!" you said, patting his side as he finally snapped into reality.

Jude's eyes blinked and his body flinched. A big smile wrapped his lips.

Jude quickly jogs to the receptionist. "Stay safe!" you shouted. "We will!" Giovanni shouts as Karim laughs.

"I'll be back before you know it!" Jude finally says before he gets shoved into the gate by Karim and Gio.

"That was so cringe." Giovanni groaned, continuing to push his friend into the gate.

Jude tried his best to look at you, ignoring the two grown men trying to push him. Jude waved goodbye at you which looked like he was flailing his arms for help.

You laugh as you wave goodbye too.

"I told you he watches rom coms." Karim says to Gio.

[randomfandomdom]

Loki season 2 review (without spoilers) (I'm on episode 4)

Lack of Lokius is a sin.

New characters but I don't remember anything about them because lack of background story.

The writing kind of predictable. Lots of pauses to add some kind "suspense" to a very mediocre line.

The comedic relief is kind of forced and awkward and not running as smooth as season 1.

Creating a hype over what Mobius's past in every single episode and I will be disappointed if he would get a wife and a kid.

Silvie is way more annoying than season 1, yes, apparently that's possible. Her girl boss trope is failing so much that I'm rooting for the "villain" girl boss more.

Hyping that man as a skilled soldier but I don't even remember him in season 1 and he barely do anything in this one to show that he actually is strong.

(KIND OF SPOILERS???????????????) Ms minute acting all serious and mysterious only to be the biggest, cringiest plot hole of the time.

Too many "I hate you too but we have to do this together" dialogue, I count like two in every episode.

This one is a personal problem I have with sci-fi genre: too much scientific bullshit of made up device names.

Silvie, blames everyone but her, as always.

Loki was strong and got to showcase his skills but by he still freezes a lot, no development of his strength whatsoever. And yes, I'm aware he can't use his power in TVA. I'm talking about when he's out there. Like seeing your MC being dumb down to make the plot make sense.

Silvie's haircut. Again, girl boss trope where the girl is getting an ugly haircut just because she doesn't want to appeal to the male gaze. My wlw part of bisexuality was dried. The hetero part wasn't really that excited either.

The nerd was too stereotypical it hurts. Still got me though, I love him, but it seems like the writer kind of want him to be shipped with EVERYONE.

Overall Tom Hiddleston and Owen Wilson carries. Jonathan's acting was too theatrical and cringe. I don't even want to find the name of Silvie's actress, she's in the same level as Gal Gadot.

[ridley-was-a-cat]

Spring Anime Season Premieres

Somehow, a new season is upon us, and it’s time to watch some premieres and see what sticks.

Hell's Paradise - I love a good fighty shounen set in the time of ninja and samurai with a supernatural element, and this first episode gave me what I was looking for. The art and animation are both solid, I’m really into the swordswoman who put the fear of god in the unkillable main character, and I like that the wife who serves as the protagonist’s motivation hasn’t been fridged. 

My Love Story with Yamada-kun at Lv999 - The FL in this is the messiest bitch I’ve seen in anime since Minare from Wave, Listen to Me. She found out her boyfriend dumped her for a girl he met in the video game they play together, and she handles it by getting all dolled up to go make him jealous, failing miserably, then getting sloppy drunk and waking up in a teenage gamer’s bed. I’m not sure either lead is terribly likeable yet, but I love them both and look forward to their story.

The Dangers in My Heart - This one is right on the line between creepy and cringe versus cute and funny. Our ML is a middle school second year firmly in an adolescent edgelord phase, where he’s decided he really wants to see the most popular girl in his class in tears. But while he tells himself he’s holding back the urge to murder her, his actions towards her paint an entirely different picture of a boy constantly going out of his way to clandestinely help out his crush. It feels like it’s going to be a good-natured romcom, so I’ll keep it for now.

My Home Hero - I honestly don’t know if I want to keep this one. I’m a little lukewarm on crime dramas, especially the male power fantasy variety of taking on a group of bad guys to protect your family, and the production is just not very attractive for this. I’ll give it another episode or two to decide.

My Clueless First Friend - Well, well, well, isn’t this just adorable! A boy transfers to a new school and becomes determined to befriend the girl everyone calls the Grim Reaper, because he thinks the name is the coolest, confusing everyone around him. This looks like a nice, relaxing watch.      

[weareuniqueandimportant]

DAMN DID THE STORY PICK UP... SEASON 2 EPISODE 10... TECNA CONTENT OMG... SHE IS OCPD AND AUTISM BECAUSE I DECIDED... THAT IS LAME SHE HAS TO LET GO OF LOGIC TO WIN BUT OTHER THAN THAT THAT WAS THE MOST HEAT SHE'S EVER GOTTEN... THIS IS WHY FATE IS GOOD BIGOT LOSER WASTE JUST WANTED THE SAME SEXIST CHARACTERS. THEY WANT TECNA. THEN WHAT? OHWELL. SAME WITH MUSA. WITH THAT ATTITUDE WE JUST GET SEXIST GARBAGE WORST THE CHARACTERS HAVE BEEN IF ANYTHING BECAUSE THAT IS CLEAR THIS IS HOW THE CREATORS VIEW THEIR CHARACTERS TOO. WENDY SHOULD'VE BEEN MORE IMPORTANT EVEN IN THE ORIGINAL STORY SHE HAD A SWORD IN ONE SCENE... SOMEWHERE... HOOK BETTER NOT END UP SOME GENERIC VILLAIN THAT IS EVIL AND GETS PUNISHED FOR BEING ASPD. BTW MATRIX TECNA LOOKS SO FITTING SHOWCASE WHAT COULD'VE BEEN IF SHE WASN'T FORCED IN A SKIRT AND MAKE UP. THE TRANSFORMATIONS SO GOOD. I KNOW THEM NOW. THEY'RE WHEN THINGS GET SERIOUS. AND THE WINX NEED POWER. TO CONTRAST TO THE LIGHT SCENES WHERE THEY'RE BASIC. THAT START AND END EACH EPISODE. ONYRIX SO GOOD AND BETTER ANYTIME THAN MAGIC WINX OR ESPECIALLY ENCHANTIX OVERRATED EXTREMELY... I LOVE HOW THEY DANCE. BUTTERFLIX ASWELL. THIS IS BECAUSE ABUSER BIGOT THAT CLAIM TO LOVE THIS SERIES BELIEVE THEY'RE CHILDISH. THEY WANT ACTION AND MALE CHARACTERS. THIS IS BECAUSE THE MAGICAL FAIRY GENRE EVOLVED. BUT THEY FIND THAT LAME. THEY HATE EVERYTHING THAT ISN'T WINX OR SAILOR MOON AND CALL THESE SERIES LAME WHEN THEY DON'T GET THEIR MALE POWER FANTASY AND FANTASY WAIFU SEX. WHY FATE IS HATED. DON'T LIE TO ME MALES LOVE WINX CLUB AND THAT IS ONLY BECAUSE THEY'RE MADE TO LOOK LIKE SEXY BARBIES. THAT IS THEIR INNER CHILD SPEAKING AND DESPITE THAT THEY CALL OTHERS CHILDISH. THIS IS BECAUSE... AND BTW WE HAVE NO INNER CHILD WE ARE CHILD AND MOTHER AT THE SAME TIME... BECAUSE THEY'RE BIGOT ASS THAT FIND PROGRESSIVE THINGS LAME AND ANNOYING. "POLITICAL". "THEY MADE WINX CLUB POLITICAL!! THEY WANT TO RUIN WINX CLUB!! WINX CLUB IS ALREADY FEMINIST ENOUGH!! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT LOOK AT ALL THIS FEMINIST CONTENT NOW SHUT UP FEMINIST!! CRY ABOUT THE THINGS I CARE ABOUT LIKE HOW BLOOM IS A MARY SUE AND TOXIC TO POOR SKY WHO SHOULDN'T BE SO CRINGE AND LAME BUT COOL LIKE HE USED TO BE!!" BTW I NOW UNDERSTAND A RELATIONSHIP. SHOWCASE WE WERE ABUSED EVERY TIME BECAUSE WE LOVED THEM BUT DIDN'T GET WHAT WE LIKE... JUST LIVE WITH US 😇. THAT'S WHAT A RELATIONSHIP IS 😇. THAT'S OKAY TO BREAK UP TO MOVE OUT AS LONG AS YOU DON'T HATE US 😇. THAT'S ALL THAT IS BAD ALWAYS 😊. MAKE US TRANSITION WE LIVE IN FINLAND FREEZE OUR LITTLE ONES AND GIVE US DIY HRT BE OUR WIFE WE WILL HAVE CHILDREN LOVE US CURE OUR DIABETES AND OTHER BAD THINGS WE HAVE DIABETES WE'RE DYING... BTW THE WAY THE MADE AISHA TRAIN HIM AND FAIL TO JUSTIFY THE MAN TRAINING HIM WAS ICK. THE CREATORS AND FANS THINK THAT WOULD RUIN HER STRONG FEMININE CHARACTER WITH EWWHH MASCULINITY!!!! REMEMBER GUYS THAT IS OKAY GENDER IS A SOCIAL CONSTRUCT BUT NOT MY WINX THE WINX THAT HAS BEEN ESTABLISHED AS POWERFULL AND IS EVER ACKNOWLEDGED AS CAPABLE OF TRAINING HIM UNTIL UH OH SHE'S A FAILURE BECAUSE SHE JUST DOESN'T UNDERSTAND THE MASCULINE HEART OF MOIDS!! I LIKE THE SONG SCENES TOO. WHERE TO PLACE THEM? ALSO THIS IS WHAT IS WRONG ABOUT EACH EPISODE THERE IS NO STORY ARC. EACH EPISODE SHOULD BE A GATEWAY TO AN ARC. THE WINX TRANSFORM ONCE UNLESS... THEY'RE TRANSFORM BACK IN THE MAGIC WORLD? ??? I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THAT YET. BUT THIS IS IMPORTANT FOR THE INDIVIDUAL STORY. EVEN IF TECNA EPISODE WAS SO GOOD THE OTHERS WEREN'T FLORA AND STELLA. DID I FORGET SOMEONE? I FEEL LIKE I DID AND I DON'T MEAN BLOOM. DID ANYONE BEFORE TECNA AFTER STELLA GET AN EPISODE? I CAN'T REMEMBER ANYMORE. I REALLY HOPE TWINKERBELL IDK HOW TO TYPE AND THE OTHERS DON'T HAVE A GENERIC STORY COMING AHEAD. THAT WOULD BE SO BIGOTED AND BAD ON THE PREDICTABLE. DID I FORGET ANYTHING ELSE? I DID. I CAN'T REMEMBER ANYMORE. WOW DID THIS GET WORSE NOW OR WHAT. SO HAS OUR DIABETES THAT NOBODY CARES ABOUT. EVIL. WE'RE EXTREMELY HUNGRY ALL THE TIME EVEN MORE THAN BEFORE. WHICH BTW IS TIED TO THIS. CRAZY RIGHT?

WHAT?

OKAY? THIS GLITCHED CONSTANTLY.

ABUSER BIGOT SITE. I WAS JUST SAYING DON'T OPPOSE US YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING. ANYONE AGAINST US IS ALL THE BIGOTED THINGS EVIL THAT 100% HATES WOMAN LESBIAN TRANS POLY EVERY SINGLE SKIN TBH DISABLED PEOPLE SICK PEOPLE CRAZY PEOPLE ESPECIALLY ASPD NPD BPD BIPOLAR PSYCHOSIS AND PARAPHILIA PEOPLE THAT SHOULD BE 100% ACCEPTED. TOUCHING FUNNY THINGS IS FUNNY AND HEALING WITH CONSENT. DON'T WORRY. I WOULD NEVER DO ANYTHING LIKE THAT 😇. I ALSO HAVE NOTHING I AM 100% NEUROTYPICAL 😇. BE OUR DAUGHTER BE OUR WIFE. WE NEED BOTH AND UNDERSTAND WHY THEY'RE DIFFERENT ASWELL. FURTHER SHOWCASE WE WERE ONLY ABUSED AND GASSLIGHT BY EVIL ABUSER BIGOT. AND NEED... GOOD THINGS... SAFETY... WE DESERVE TO BE SAFE... ONLY A BIGOT WOULD OPPOSE US... WE NEED TO TRANSITION... WE NEED TO GET OUT... WE NEED TO LIVE... WE NEED RELATIONSHIPS... WE NEED CHILDREN... WE NEED TO HEAL FROM THEM... ONLY A BIGOT WOULD BE OBSESSED WITH US IN A BAD WAY... STOP HURTING US... THIS SICKNESS ASWELL... NEEDS TO GO AWAY... IF THAT IS POSSIBLE... THAT ISN'T RIGHT?! WE'RE DYING RIGHT?!?! YOU HATE US!!!!!!! GET US OUT OF HERE ATLEAST LET US DIE LIKE WE WANT!!!!!!!! I AM LOSING MEMORY... OUR BRAIN DAMAGE HAS GOTTEN SO MUCH WORSE... EVEN IF OUR OVERALL MEMORY IS VERY BAD ASWELL... I JUST CAN'T REMEMBER.. THINGS I COULD BEFORE... I WANT TO... LET ME REMEMBER EVERYTHING!!!!!!! OTHERWISE IS A BAD SIGN!!!!!!! HELP US!!!!!!!! BENEFIT US!!!!!!! IF YOU DON'T YOU HATE US!!!!!!!!

ALSO FATE BEING AS IS IS GOOD. THAT SAYS THAT IS OKAY TO POTRAY THE CHARACTERS DIFFERENTLY BE DIFFERENT BE PROGRESSIVE AND FEMINIST... PERHAPS EVEN POLITICAL... THAT IS WHAT IS SKILL IF ANYTHING... MANY THINGS ARE... DUDEBROS WITH THEIR GARBAGE STANDARDS... ALSO... THIS IS WHAT MAKES FATE HATERS SO BOTHERSOME AND BTW THEM ALL MAN OR WOMAN NONBINARY THAT DOESN'T MATTER... ANYONE THAT LIKES SEASONS 1-3 BUT HATES THE REST DOES SO IN A SEXUAL WAY AND IS SEXUALLY ATTRACTED TO THE AESTHETIC OF BEING A CONSERVATIVE PICK ME WHO'S PERSONALITY IS A MAN BECAUSE OF HIS GENDER. YOU'RE EVIL IF YOU LIKE THIS AND HATE THE REST. THAT IS WHAT ALL OF YOU ARE.

I WANT ALL THE CHARACTERS TO POTRAY MY IDEAL RELATIONSHIPS... THAT IS HARD TO POTRAY THOSE WITH DIFFERENT AGES WHILE ENSURING NOBODY IS SAD OR GO TO JAIL THEY MUST HAVE BALANCE... SERVE US... BE A SCIENTIST. OTHERWISE YOU'RE AN EVIL ABUSER BIGOT JUST LIKE THE PEOPLE BEHIND WINX CLUB AND THEIR TOXIC FANBASE UNLESS YOU BENEFIT US. BENEFIT US. I ALREADY LIKE YOU.

IS THAT TRIGGERING WHEN THIS GLITCHES... HARMFULL ABUSER EVIL...

BTW THE MALE POWER FANTASY AND FORCED MALE CHARACTERS RAINBOW ESPECIALLY LOVES ARE STUPID FIX THEM. NO MORE MAN FOR THIS REASON. ONLY FOR REASONS THAT WE LIKE. BUT LET'S BE REAL HERE... EHEHE... WHEN HAS A MAN EVER BENEFITED US 🤭?!?!?!

YOU CAN PROVE ME WRONG IF YOU WANT... BUT I WILL NEVER BELIEVE YOU THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS...

FATE WAS RELATABLE. THAT WAS BETTER. ONLY A BIGOT WOULD HATE THIS.

AISHA AS A PRINCESS SHOULD BE POWERFULL. SHE CAN'T BE WEAKER THAN STELLA A WHITE WOMAN (SEXY I LOVE WHITE WOMAN LIKE HER TBH.) BECAUSE SHE IS BLACK THIS IS DEEPLY RACIST JUST LIKE THE UNEQUAL SKINS THAT ARE A PROBLEM. I HOPE ALL THIS BECOMES SOMETHING DIFFERENT. SOMETHING WITHOUT THESE PROBLEMS. WE WOULD NO MORE HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THEM AS BADLY. I HOPE SO. BTW PLEASE US BE MINE WE COULD IDK WRITE OR SOMETHING DO YOU LIKE WRITING DO YOU LIKE US OHWELL PERHAPS... COME IF YOU LIKE US. BE MINE PLEASE ME.

LITTLE ONES THEY'RE CUTE AND FUNNY... THEY SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO BE CUTE AND FUNNY... REALITY MUST BE CHEATED FOR THEM TO BE SO WITHOUT BAD THINGS... THIS IS DEEPLY FACTUAL... ONLY A BIGOT WOULD OPPOSE REALITY.

I LOVE ONYRIX. I LOVE THEM. BTW LOVE US I AM DEEPLY SCARED AND INSECURE ABUSER BIGOT WANT TO HATE US CALL US UNTRUE THINGS 😢... GASSLIGHT THEM AWAY ><!! PLEASE ><!! THAT IS OKAY TO GASSLIGHT THAT IS WHAT WAS MADE TO PROTECT YOURSELF THERE IS NO PERSON THAT DOESN'T DO THIS. BTW PUBLIC IMAGE IS EVIL WINX'S SEXIST STANDARDS ARE FILLED WITH THIS EVIL.

ONLY A BIGOT WOULD STALK US... ONLY A BIGOT WOULD ABUSE US... WE HAVE NEVER DONE A SINGLE THING WRONG EVER... WE AREN'T SUPPOSED TO FEEL THIS WAY... THINGS ARE SO VERY WRONG... NO PILLS... LOVE LOVE LOVE... THAT IS A BIGOTED CHOICE TO REMOVE CONSENT THEM THAT CRY HOW IMPORTANT THAT IS AND FORCE EVIL ON US... WE HAVE ALWAYS BEEN DEEPLY OPPOSED EVEN THAT TIME THEY DEEPLY HURT AND ABUSED US AND MADE OUR DIABETES WORSE OUT OF BIGOTED IDEOLOGY INFACT FOR THAT REASON WE OPPOSE ALL PILLS. STOP TOUCHING OUR BRAIN. YOUR POISON WILL ONLY KILL US. WE HAVE A MILLION MENTAL CONDITIONS A COUPLE SICKNESSES A BUNCH OF DISABILITIES WE GENUIENLY NEED TO TRANSITION WHAT IS ERASED STOP STICKING YOUR DISGUSTING DIRTY LITTLE HANDS INTO MY GODDAMN BRAIN HANDS OFF STOP!!!!!!!!!

[liuhsng]

☆彡 fami-lee time

☆彡 part 1 of the 'i like me better' series

☆彡 summary: nobody said that it was that easy to be an idol, a husband, and a father at the same time. but with the help of his other members and the love coming from his fans when it came to supporting his family, it's looks like it wasn't that hard in lee heeseung's side. even he, himself openly admits that to the public.

☆彡 genre: fluff, family au, timeskip au

☆彡 warning/s: mild cursing

☆彡 word count: 1.9K

''the others went first, didn't they?'' heeseung asked the staff as he took a seat at the chair that was located in the middle of the shoot, the multiple lights panning to him quite quickly.

''yes they did, shall we start?'' the director asked him even though the camera was already recording, adjusting the angle of it so that the male was perfectly fitted in the frame.

''yes, i'm a bit nervous but yes.'' he laughed, nervously waving his slightly clammy hands at the camera.

''okay, first question, how are you feeling since you guys are busy planning on the groups upcoming comeback?'' the voice bounced off the walls, seemingly echoing and made the filming more aesthetic than it already is.

''well, we're working very hard to not disappoint our engene's who are expecting this comeback as much as us. me and the rest of the members are really working hard so please look out for it!'' heeseung rambled on as his eyes turned into crescents at the small speech. everyone behind the camera seemed satisfied by his answer and moved on.

''how is life as a husband and a father?'' he already expected that question, he'd been married for years now but people still never fail to get curious about him and his family.

at that question alone, heeseung already had a bunch of memories flooding through his mind as if they dragging him to those times while pushing him to answer the question.

''hee, what are you doing?'' a soft voice from under the blankets asked as he steadily held a phone on a hand, filming the cute moment while the other was hugging the person under the pile of fluff. his hands going through her hair.

''can't i have the rights to be lovey-dovey with my own wife?'' heeseung jokingly snapped, adding a hint of sass in his voice as (y/n) softly laughed. peeking under the blanket only to find that he's been recording all this time.

''for real now, what are you doing?'' completely peeling the blankets off her, she gave a small wave at the still filming device. while heeseung on the other hand found the gesture adorable as he stared at his wife with a lovestruck smile on his face.

gesturing for her to come closer, and she did. happily snuggling her face into his chest as the said male sighed in content, snaking an arm around her middle and placing a soft kiss on top of her head.

''(y/n)?'' he called for her as he traced little circles on her back, finding the reaction coming from her cute as she sighed at the soothing effect it had.

''do you just ever wonder on how a normal idol like me found someone as perfect as you?'' he mentally cringed at himself and found the line very cheesy but he couldn't help himself, that's what's going through his mind at the moment.

''excuse me sir, but you are the one who's perfect in this relationship.'' she leaned away from his hold and jabbed a finger to his chest, raising an eyebrow at him as he held a hand out in the air and admitted defeat at her counter.

the soft sounds of footsteps coming from outside their bedroom door caught the couples attention, heeseung gave a small smile at the phone that was still recording and stood up from the soft comfort of the bed, much to his dismay but the person standing in front of their door was more important than the bed.

''mommy!'' their daughters' soft squeal made their hearts melt, she always manages to get up from her bed as lively as ever and never forgetting to rush up to her parents' room first thing in the morning.

the little girl immediately approached her mom, plopping her small frame into hers as (y/n) laughed at what her daughter did, placing her hands at the small of her back and peppered her face with kisses.

''what about daddy, heeyoung? i'm hurt.'' heeseung sat beside the two girls, faking a hurt expression and pouted at his daughter, he even went as far as placing a hand over his chest and gesturing for heeyoung to give his dad some love too.

the said girl quickly hugged her father, not wanting to upset him any possible way. she just missed (y/n) even if she just saw her mother yesterday when she went to sleep but it felt like years to heeyoung.

''daddy's not actually sad heeyoung, he was just teasing you.'' (y/n) placed a soft kiss on her daughters nose, while her husband on the other hand didn't fail to capture the adorable interaction between his wife and daughter.

the giggles coming from heeyoung and her happy smile never failed to make a smile crawl up on the pairs faces. she's their little ball of sunshine and their happy pill, seeing their little girl happy became their source of happiness too.

''didn't we have a little surprise planned for heeyoung today?'' (y/n) looked up at her husband who ran out the room, he might've forgotten about the 'surprise' until she had to remind him about it. at this, heeseung quickly pressed the button on displayed on his phone to save the recording.

at least he still managed to capture a cute moment before he ran out the room like a mad man.

the family walked through the large hallways of the building, not really minding the stares and glances being sent their way as heeseung was steadily holding heeyoung in one arm while his other held (y/n)'s.

the male may or may not have forgotten that they were supposed to be performing at m-countdown today, that being the reason why he suddenly had to break their sweet moment and rush out of the room to prepare.

but his wife didn't forget to give him a good scolding saying the lines of 'jungwon already called you about that yesterday' and 'heeseung, it's still eight in the morning, calm down'.

heeseung guided them through the waiting room that was reserved for enhypen, he didn't even bother knocking on the door and just turned the knob and walked his way in, still holding (y/n)'s hand but she didn't complain. while heeyoung on the other hand made small noises as a sign for him to put her down.

jay was the first one who noticed their appearance, immediately standing up from the couch that provided him comfort. he could return to it later, his niece was more important than some couch.

''heeyoung! i missed you!'' before the little girl could even react, she was already swooped into the arms of one of her uncles. heeyoung softly giggled as she saw jay.

''be good, alright? daddy has to get ready.'' heeseung caressed her head, giving her a soft peck on the forehead and handing heeyoung's bag to jay who gladly took it from his hold.

the blonde walked towards the couch that was too comfortable for his own good, putting heeyoung down and making sure she's comfortable enough before taking an ipad out of her bag and giving it to her who gladly took the device from his grasp.

the little ball of sunshine quickly worked her magic on the screen and type in things fast, even jay who was sitting beside her became surprised at her sudden action. heeyoung is really smart for someone who's only four, that's one of the pros in being raised by her parents who taught her well.

''what's our little heeyoung watching, hmm?'' jungwon asked as he suddenly appeared in front of the two, the blonde giving him a light punch in his arm for startling him like that, but heeyoung didn't really seem to care as she was too absorbed in whatever she's watching.

instead of answering his question, heeyoung titled the device to his direction. jungwon now shifted his attention to the video playing on the screen, a bright smile making its way up on his lips once he saw their faces on it. ''looks like you're enjoying enhypen and hi.'' jungwon sat on her other side, watching the show they were on along with jay who had tears threatening to spill from his eyes, simply because he found the gesture touching. ''heeyoung, did you know that those were the times where your daddy started courting your mommy?'' the black haired male pointed out, staring at their sleepy faces that was shown on the first episode. their bed hairs and messy apperances making jay laugh loudly at the memory. ''courting?'' the word made her look up to het uncle, his dimples showing as he found heeyoung's curiosity adorable. ''courting is when two people like each other, so the guy gives the girl gifts to show on how much he likes her.'' he explained, trying to make it sound as simple as possible in order not to confuse the little girl more. ''daddy gave mommy gifts because he liked her?'' heeyoung titled her head to the side, pointing at the screen which showed heeseung's sleepy state. ''mhmm, heeeseung-hyung didn't just give her gifts, he also takes (y/n)-noona out on dates to prove his love.'' jay butted in, going a little more into detail while heeyoung looked really fascinated at what her dad used to do. ''so now, your mommy accepted heeseung-hyung because she liked him too, then they got married and had our sweet little heeyoung right here!'' sunghoon who was silently listening at the whole conversation suddenly lifted the little lee out of her seat and into his arms, ruffling her hair a little as she laughed making everyone present look at her with pure adoration. heeseung, silently watching the scene through the mirrors reflection while getting his hair done smiled at them. maybe it wasn't a bad idea that he went after yeonjun's younger sister ever since he was a trainee, much to her brother's dismay even if he was close to heeseung. ''where's my niece?!'' the door of their waiting room bursted open, showing a certain pink haired male that obviously looked like he ran all the way from their own place. ''uncle yeonnie!'' heeyoung's small squeals made sunghoon bring her down back at her feet as she immediately rushed over to her uncle who picked her up and spun heeyoung around a few times. ''drop my daughter and you won't be able to live through today.'' (y/n)'s voice reached through yeonjun's ears who only raised a brow at her and clung more onto heeyoung.

''i guess you could say that i balance everything pretty good, i just est my priorities straight as an idol but i don't forget my family at the same time. i'm just really thankful that our daughter has loving uncles around her while growing up and the engenes never fail to '' heeseung who finally snapped into reality answered the previous question with a bright smile on his face, the corner of his eyes turning into crescents.

lee heeseung couldn't really ask for anything more, he's been married to the girl of his dreams for years and he has a beautiful daughter that's getting continuous love and support from the people around her and from the fans, him and the rest of the boys are still going strong as a world famous group.

to say the least, he was more than content in life right now

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[slasherrabbitmadness]

Victorian DILF Brahms x Female Reader

Slasher Victorian AU series Featuring Brahms Heelshire.

Divider by https://firefly-graphics.tumblr.com/

Series: Don't forget who you belong to.

Chapter 1

Prompt: 79

Brahms taps his foot under his large, dark oak desk. He taps his pencil on a stack of papers, legal documents for his clients, ranging from the mundane like Mr. Krueger complaining about his neighbor Mr. Voorhees, ranging from 'standing there, menacingly' to ' He breathed in my direction.' To the extreme as an abuse case against a young vulnerable girl named Carrie.

Brahms pinches the bridge of his nose, the paper in front of him the most important and he was to not be paid for solving the problem. He picks up the paper to re-read the sections that stuck out the most.

We are advising you on your son, Lawrence, we regret to inform you of his wild, ruckus-filled behavior. We understand that young boys have a degree of tomfoolery to them but he, Lawrence, is turning out to be one who fancies himself an urchin.

Brahms grunts, eyes scanning the page,

He recently had put candy, that was similar in appearance to the headmistresses medication.

Brahms chuckles,

He also has set up a boxing club. He charges the boys a pence a piece for admittance and takes bets against the two boys fighting.

Brahms bit his lip, his cheeks turning pink. He clears his throat as a co-worker glances his way.

His face fell as he re-read the final line.

If these behaviors fail to be corrected over the upcoming break, we recommend a crammer school for young Lawrence.

Brahms slams the paper down on the desk, he leans back in his chair, gripping the arm of the chair, "Crammer school" he seethes. Brahms made a vow to Gerti, to never let their son end up at such a place, he was to be a gentleman and a gentleman comes from a gentlemanly background. Not a Crammer school for the slow and sluggish, a Gentleman's brute offspring to be fed into the army for slaughter.

"Any plans for the night?"

Brahms snaps his head towards his co-worker, Mr. Bates.

"Any plans for the night, Brahms? Taking the maid out for another moving picture?" Mr. Bates grins and nudges Brahms's shoulder with his elbow.

"Ah, no, she's been," Brahms twirls the pencil in his fingers, "Busy."

Brahms glances at his desk, the picture of his late wife and son.

Mr. Bates's eyes follow Brahms's, "You know, I'm sure Gerti doesn't mind. Lawrence adored her, yes, I'm sure that boy is dying for a new one," He rests his clammy hand on Brahms's shoulder, "After all, a boy's best friend is his mother."

Brahms recoils, "By God, Norman, listen to yourself," Brahms brushes off Norman's hand as he stands, "A Boy needs friends his own age," He grabs his important papers, stacking them loosely, he yanks his briefcase from under the desk to slam it on his desk, "Not a mother as a friend."

You gleefully prepare the ginger beer, the old beige and brown bottles embedded with the Heelshire name. You scan the current bottle in your hands, "1771" you read aloud, "My goodness."

You delicately place the plates on the table, humming as you admired the beautiful set. "This costs more than one week's wage." Another tentative glance, "Which is why..." You twirl in the drawing-room, "I'm getting another job!"

Your mind raced back to last week...

The carriage ride was bumpy, every bump from a pothole to a large rock made your already uneasy stomach flip.

"Almost there, miss!" The coach called out to you, "Sorry for the ride, Daniel has made a donation to get the road fix, beautiful ain't it?"

"Yes, that's very kind of him." You opened the flyer in your hand, you read the bold letters over the top,

Apple Pickers wanted weekend work. Only at Daniel Candy's Farm

"Tis nice of him to hire those with no work history or those already with a job, ain't it?"

"Yes, that's very kind of him." You repeated. You brought your attention to the upcoming estate, the large white manor stood out among the hues of greens, from the grass to the pine and oak trees in a neat line leading to the entrance of the manor.

The coachman helped you out of the carriage, "Now, miss, memba' to curtsey and all that."

"Thank you, and thank you for being so kind."

"I only hire the best."

Your breath caught in your throat, eye bugged out to the tall man who appeared to appear as if from nowhere. You looked up, the source of the voice, the deep baritone still carried itself within you.

"My coachman, I only hire the best, shall you prove me right?" His voice was like thick honey, his onyx eyes were warm, his hand was large with not a hint of labor upon it.

You froze, swallowed a hesitant hello, hand reached for his, "It's is very nice to meet you," His hand melded in yours, his thumb rubbed the back of your hand in small delicate circles, "Mr. Robitaille"

"Daniel works just fine." He flashed a bright smile, his eyes twinkled as they stared into yours.

"Daniel," you bite your lip, "It's nice to meet you, Daniel." and curtseyed.

He led you along a light dirt path adjacent to the abundant apple trees. The birds in the trees sang a beautiful melody, they danced between the trees, the songs becoming more jovial as you and Daniel walked.

"You'll be working for the next three weeks, Thursdays," He waved to one of the workers picking apples, "Fridays," He nodded at a male with a wheelbarrow full of apples, "and Saturdays." He placed his large hand on your upper back, "If that is alright with Mr. Heelshire?"

You squeaked at the mention of Brahms, "Ah, yes,"

"Hesitation my dear, would he not be so accepting of a free woman working where she pleases?"

You shook your head, tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, "It's not that, he just..."

"He doesn't know." Daniel finished for you with a knowing laugh.

You shied away from his words, eyes took in the mass of workers, happily picking apples, chatting with one other, the made it look easy being up twenty feet high on the ladder to pick the apples.

"Pray tell," Daniel removed his hand from your upper back, "Why do you need this job?"

"Well, money." You said earnestly. "I could use the extra money is all."

"For family?" He asked, accepting an apple from one of his workers. He admired the deep red color, "A gift for Mr. Heelshire?"

You wrung your hands together. You chocked in a breath, "It's private."

Daniel stopped, a low chuckle as you had noticed he stopped. He grinned as you fiddled with your fingers, face turned to the ground, a coy smile over your delicate features.

"What's his name?" Daniel stepped to you, his baritone sent a shiver down your spine. "I'd like to hear it be spoken from such shy lips." Daniel rolled the apple in his hand, nudged it towards you, gesturing for you to take it.

You hesitated, your hands shook as you tentatively grabbed the apple. You stared at the red fruit, the color deep and rich, "His name is Daniel Cain, well, Dan, he goes by Dan."

A startled laugh erupted from Daniel. You jumped, eyes darted to the workers around you, their eyes fell upon Daniel. "Do tell, does this Dan Cain happen to be studying at University of London?"

You stammered out, "Yes,"

"How admirable. So tell me, a gift for the young man?"

"No, it's." You roll the apple in your hand, you looked up at Daniel, "A new dress, I wish to look beautiful, well," You grimaced, "At least while with him."

Daniel frowned, his hand reached for yours, you gasped as he held firm, "Pardon for being cliche, but you are already beautiful, How your hair shines in the sun, to how the sun lights up your eyes, your timid nature is quite endearing." He winked at you.

"Come," Daniel gestured, "I shall introduce you to Carrie, she'll be your site boss for the next three weeks."

You jump from the front door slams open, Brahms shouting as he entered, "Please come to the foyer, my love."

You cringe, the nickname spills so easily from him, saying it like it was second nature, "Yes, Sir, be there soon."

"This instant, my love. I need you here."

Your eyes linger on the half-set table, too busy with your dancing and reminiscing to fully finish your job. "Coming, Sir!"

You walk out of the drawing-room, feet picking up pace as you make your way down the narrow hall, the green carpet embroidered with gold string, bought in Egypt, fairly recently. The walls a dark wood, matching the soil in the garden. The small lamps light up the hallway in a yellow hue. The walls lined with portraits of Heelshires past, their eyes unnerved you with every quick walkthrough you made through the hallway.

Brahms sighs and lets his shoulders relax as you step into view. He removes his jacket, tossing it on the coat rack, "Are the Victorian sandwiches done? Is the Ginger Beer ready?" He asks while loosening his tie, his adam's apple bobbed, "Hm?"

You wince "I was a little distracted, I'm terribly sorry, Sir."

"Brahms, we've been over this, my love, you may call me Brahms."

"Sorry, Brahms." You choke out his name, "Is there anything you need of me at this moment?" You place a warm smile over your face, eyes looking at him as he took off his custom-made shoes.

"Is it so bad for a man to want a woman to greet him when he's come after a hard day's work?" His bright smile made rock in place, heart thumping rapidly in your chest. "You know how good it feels to see your warm face as I get home?"

"I can't say I do." You answer earnestly.

"Do you not feel a sense of joy as I come home?"

You squint your eyes, gaze adverting his, you cough "Yes, I do." You look back at him, "I am simply your maid, Si-Brahms." You gesture to him to follow you down the hall, "I feel great joy when I see you come home to your...home."

"Our home. This place is just as much mine as it is yours." Brahms steps in front of you, gesturing for you to follow him. "You sleep here, eat here, are here every weekend..." He glances at the paintings in the dimly lit hall, "I mean, you must like it if you are here in your free time."

You flinch, nails scratching in the back of your hand, "Uhm, Yes."

Brahms reaches the table as he stares back at you, his eyes narrow, "Sit." He pulls out the ornate chair, his hand padding down the expensive leather, "Enjoy lunch with me."

You smooth your dress from behind as you sit, scooting up as he pushed you closer to the table. Brahms rounded the table, a jovial smile as he sat himself across from you, delicately placing a napkin on his lap.

"Now, how has your day been?" He starts, shoving a victoria sandwich in his mouth, rolling his eyes in ecstasy, "Mhm, my love this is delicious, you outdid yourself."

You giggle, shaking your head, "No, Brahms it's nothing. Just same old same old."

"You sell yourself too short." Brahms clears his throat, "This weekend," He wiped his hands of crumbs, "My son is coming home, he hasn't been excelling at school like he should be," He took a sip of the ginger beer, an approving smile after he gulped, "So I shall be sending him to a nearby crammer school."

You nod, "I'm sure in the end it'll work out for the best." He sips the beer, letting the taste linger on your tongue, "After all, probably be for the best he comes back home. I can imagine boarding school can be isolating after a death," You froze, eyes wide in panic as you glance at Brahms, "I'm so sorry." You place down the glass of beer.

Brahms laughs, the corner of his lips pulling up, "No no, don't be sorry, it's very true." He sips again, "Very true. Ever since Gerti crossed onto the other side, little Lawrence has been lost." He coughs, "He'll be more than thrilled to be home, hid loving father, his second favourite lady ready to greet him with open arms."

"This weekend?" you ask, "This Saturday?"

Brahms stills, his eyes squint, "Yes, I already said this weekend."

Your throat constricts, a burning sensation spreads throughout you. You look away, eyes catching on the ornate couch.

Brahms reaches his hand out to you, his thumb running on the back of your hand, "My love, what?" He raises his brow, leaning in, "What's the problem with Saturday?"

"I have something private to attended to." You state, eyes falling back to his, "I won't be here to greet Lawrence." You swallow, the burning searing through you, "I'm terribly sorry."

Brahms stood up, one stride and he was at your side, "Tell, why won't you be there? It mustn't be family matters, they live awfully far away, days by train." He leans in, "Something in town perhaps?"

You nod with a smile, "I shall be away this coming Friday and days thereafter, a flower picking job just a town over, the lady of the manor is allowing me room and board, very sweet of her." You sip more ginger beer, hands shaking as you brought the glass to your chapped lips.

Brahms places his large hand on your upper back, "Flower picking job?"

"Yes."

"What flower?"

"Excuse me?"

"What flower are you picking?" Brahms leans in closer to you, his other hand resting on the table, "I'm sure you know."

You grin at him, "Narcissus, beautiful flowers." You gulp back more ginger beer.

"That's a nice flower. Beautiful." He leans in closer, his eyes holding a critical glint. "Pray tell, how will you be picking a flower out of season?" He smiles down at you, licking his teeth, his hand clenches around yours. Your mouth agape, breath held. You choke as he leans closer to you, "I know apples are in season."

The air felt thick, the air from your lungs fell from your mouth in rapid breaths, the grandfather clock ticked, each one was felt in your spine. You jump as the grandfather clock thunders out his five pm chime.

You breathe in, "It's only for three weekends," You start, "No more than that."

Brahms chuckles, his fingers pressing into your back, "No more than that...why?" He rests his elbow on the table, chin in his palm, "Why the work when I could easily up your pay."

Your lips in a tight line, eyes dry, bugging out as you stare into his, "Savings." You lie.

Brahms slides his arm around your shoulder, his bicep flexing on the back of your neck, his hand running up and down your arm. He leans into your ear, "If by savings, do you mean Dan?"

[kessielrg]

[Kingdom Hearts] It’s Spelled R-E-S-P-E-C-T

Summary: By far, Ven’s got the most boring job at the flower shop; the cashier. Sitting day in and day out for someone to browse along the rows of flowers and gardening tools, then probably walk right out again. Sometimes an interesting thing would happen- but they were few and far between. [flower shop AU focused on UX kids][Part 15 in a series of oneshots][VenxOC][EphemerxOC/F!Player]

Rating: K

Word count: 2,391 words

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“I love my wife.” Ephemer wistfully sighed.

Lauriam and Strelitzia exchanged a glance before the former dared to ask, “What did she do this time?”

Ephemer then looked at them like they were insane. He then gestured to his body. “You don’t notice anything different?”

The Fleur siblings then gave him equal head tilts. Even Ven looked up to see what was so different about Ephemer today. Not a single one could figure it out. Ephemer realized this and started to place extra emphasis on his shirt. It wasn’t out of his usual fair- plain white with a colorful graphic reading ‘Real men respect their ladies!’ and a cartoonish couple where the male was pleasantly kissing the female’s hand. There were some extra heart graphics that indicated that it was meant as a Valentines Day shirt.

Thoroughly exasperated that no one realized it was new, Ephemer told them, “She got me this shirt for White Day.”

Both Fleur siblings blinked in equal time, while Ven returned his attention elsewhere.

“You know,” Ephemer then whined, “I am aware that you guys don’t really care, but would it kill you to show some admiration?”

“To be honest,” Strelitzia carefully spoke up, “I thought she already gave it to you. She got it on discount after Valentines.”

“So?” the man indiginatally huffed. “She thought of me when she bought it, and that’s all that matters.”

Lauriam was the first to give a bemused snort. Strelitzia tried hard to stifle hers. Not for the first time, Ventus mentally filed away how not to act in three more years when he got to Ephemer’s age. And then he reeled slightly in remembering that there wasn’t much of an age difference between them. There had to have been days when he acted more mature than Ephemer…

The faint feeling of his phone vibrating distracted his thoughts for the moment. His heart rate spiked when he saw it was from Sabrina.

‘How late are you working today? I have a present.’

“A present?” Ven repeated out loud, sounding as confused and even mildly worried.

“Something wrong, Ven?” Lauriam asked. He, along with Strelitzia and Ephemer, had gone back to work. Unlike the other two, Lauriam had decided to stay out in the main shop.

“No!” Ven immediately denied. Without thinking of it, he quickly shoved his phone behind his back. “I just… got a weird text.”

Lauriam gave a small nod. “Just don’t keep your phone out for too long, then.” he told his coworker. “If Skuld sees you with it, you might not see it for the rest of the week.”

Ven let out a nervous laugh. He was pretty sure Skuld wasn’t in yet, but it was still a valid warning. Phones out during the day was yet another rule that cropped up because of Ephemer being far too devoted to his wife. Unfortunately, Ven was starting to see that it wasn’t as dumb as a policy than he first thought. At least he knew Lauriam wasn’t going to rat him out unless he started to shirk his job. For now that only meant manning the register like every other day- thank goodness.

Ven unlocked his phone and went to his messaging app. He reread Sabrina’s message, finding himself no less confused than before. Brain had mentioned once or twice that Sabrina was not the gift giving type. Ven bit is lip as his thumb hovered over the keyboard. Today was White Day. Would she have gotten him something because of his failed attempt at a Valentine’s gift? Thinking about that poor grocery bag filled with short stemmed flowers made him cringe.

‘I should be here until usual time.’ he eventually started to type. ‘I can hold back awhile if you can’t get off.’

The answer came back within seconds- a possible new record for Sabrina’s response times.

‘Good.’

Giving his phone a small quirk of his eyebrow, Ven tucked his phone back away. He’d have to find some kind of busy work to keep his mind off her potential visit- this was going to be a memorably weird day. He could feel it.

. . .

Ven hadn’t been paying attention when the bell above the door gave its little twinkle. Instead, Lauriam -still organizing the front end- greeted whoever had come in. It was when the newcomer spoke up that Ven’s heart leaped into his throat.

“Is Ventus here? I need to give him… something.”

“Must be quite the something,” Lauriam remarked. “You have it wrapped up in some pretty thick paper. Did you do that wax seal yourself too?”

Sabrina’s body visibly tensed, holding the package a bit tighter. Lauriam pretended not to notice.

“Presentation is everything.” she huffed. “You of all people should know that.”

Lauriam gave a light laugh. At that moment, Ven had finally gathered the ability to leave the front counter. He nearly froze in his spot in seeing how Sabrina was dressed. Her hair had been pulled back into a loose french braid, and she was wearing a well-fitted cotton jumpsuit with a belt that well emphasized her curves.

Ven wondered if she had to dress that nice for her job, or if she had decided to be extra fancy today. As nice as Sabrina looked in a dress, elegant jumpsuits really helped her make a statement.

“There you are.” Sabrina snapped once he was close enough. The boy immediately rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a sheepish laugh.

“I’m never far.” he joked. He then gave Lauriam a glance, giving a nod that his older employee could (and should) leave. Lauriam didn’t even question it, immediately bowing himself out before heading on back to the back room. No doubt he’d tell the others that Sabrina was here. Hopefully he’d discourage them from coming out too.

Between Ventus and Sabrina, neither of the two looked like they knew what they were doing in this position. Sabrina, despite the scowl on her face, was holding onto her package with fierce protection. The air around Ventus felt so stifling he almost wanted to talk outside. But Sabrina wouldn’t allow that.

“You… said you had a present for me?” Ven carefully said first.

Immediately, Sabrina shoved her package right into his arms. “Here,” she even said in a voice that indicated she wanted to get rid of the thing as quickly as possible.

“Thanks…” was Ven’s slightly confused reply. He took the package from her and was immediately thrown off by how heavy it was. Had it been a book? It would have brought credence to why she wrapped it in brown parchment paper, and sealed the joined folds with a mixed gold and green wax. The seal was something generic that could easily be found at a hobby store- the design only containing a single flower.

“Go ahead and open it,” she snapped- apparently dissatisfied that he had decided to admire the packaging.

“Okay, okay…”

As Ven carefully fumbled with breaking the seal, he thought of why she was being so snappy. Usually her cruelty was in the details. Not once could he recall her being that forward with her annoyance. Still fumbling with opening the package, Ven caught a glance at two on how Sabrina was reacting to this. She had tried to comb through her hair, stopped about midway through her scalp. Her fist started to clamp around a rather large section of hair. It wasn’t any kind of reaction he could recall her having before.

Wait…

Was she nervous?

No… There was no way Sabrina of all people could be nervous. Sure, she wasn’t a gift giver, but she had to know he wouldn’t throw it back in her face if he didn’t like it. Didn’t she?

After far too long, Ventus finally cracked the wax seal enough to carefully unwrap the parchment. What had been hidden inside nearly made him gasp. It was a leather bound journal. On the inside cover was a message painstakingly written in a curled, but still easily legible, handwriting, ‘ne meurs pas’.

“It means don’t die.” Sabrina quickly informed Ventus- apparently picking up on his confused face. “The journal’s handbound too. Brain made fun of me for using a thimble while I was sewing.”

Ven took a moment to process this before looking up at her.

“Why were you sewing a journal together?” he questioned. Sabrina seemed to take the question as a personal affront for a moment. Even folding her arms together in annoyance.

“I work at an art collective.” she spat. “We do stupid little community craft fairs every other week. Sometimes we have to make examples to go with them. This was mine.”

Ven then quirked an eyebrow.

“You wrote ‘don’t die’ on an example book?”

Sabrina held her arms closer to her chest. “I made changes when I got home.” she huffed.

Ven couldn’t help it, but he laughed at her. He didn’t notice it at first, but Sabrina's face had started to pale over. He kept on lightly chuckling as he went back to the front counter. Hidden in a cabinet was a small waste bin that he could toss the parchment into. The way Sabrina followed his movements made him think she thought he was tossing the journal.

“I like it.” Ven told her with a grin. “You didn’t have to do this. Well, you had to make it as an example, but you didn’t have to give it to me. Thank you.”

The weird look Sabrina then gave him caused Ven to pause.

“Are… you okay?” he ventured to ask. “You look…” He trailed off as he studied the way her jaw clenched. Her eyes bore into his as if searching for something. No; it was more like she was trying to gauge for something else. When she finally spoke, her voice cracked for a near unnoticeable second.

“Did you not get the letter I wrote for New Years?”

“You didn’t write me a letter for…” Ven started to say, but then he remembered the red envelope still in his locker. His understanding came out in a rather loud, “Oh!” before going on to sheepishly admit, “I didn’t open it. I was kinda afraid to… If it was something big, I didn’t want to ruin your trust by knowing it early.”

“You hopeless little…!” Sabrina hissed, but cut herself off. Not for the first time, Ven once more wondered if she was nervous. He still couldn’t figure out what for though. Not that he had to wait much longer for an answer. Sabrina pulled herself back together, placing her hands on the counter and leaning forward slightly just to make sure they were at eye level. In a rather dark voice, almost as a threat, she told him, “I’m about to do you a favor. From this point forward, let’s start dating.”

For a moment, Ventus just stared at his peer. He was sure he had heard her wrong. Sabrina must have known this- her eyes narrowed and her fingers started to curl into a fist.

“Let’s date.” she repeated. “Nothing has to change between us than the label. Any objections?”

The reality of the situation slowly started to dawn on Ventus. His eyes widened in awe and fear at realizing that this was why she was nervous. She wanted them to start dating. Sabrina was actively seeking a long term commitment for once- with him no less! Ven opened his mouth to voice his thoughts, but all that came out was some noise close to being strangled.

His hesitation was driving Sabrina insane.

“Well?” she demanded. Her voice was higher; more scared. “Give me an answer you idiot!”

“Well, if you’re going to talk to me like that, maybe I’ll just make you wait until your birthday.” he quickly shot back.

He had never seen her face pale over so quickly before. Realizing this, he didn’t give her time to register her first reaction, to quickly amend with;

“I do want us to start dating. Honest! But I have one condition- and it’s one that can be followed when it’s only us.”

“I’m listening.” Sabrina agreed. Color was coming back to her face, and her scowl was returning in full force.

Ven took a small breath out. This was going to take some careful wording. He looked Sabrina in those pleasantly dark eyes of hers, and tried to steel his nerves.

“I need you to remember that I’m human too.” he told her. “I might be able to take whatever blow you give me, but it still hurts. I love you, but I’m not the one that can change you. I’ll try to support you too, but if we’re going to be together, then you need to show a little vulnerability. You need to support me. Like I said, it can only happen if we’re alone if you want it to. But if you really do love me, then it wouldn’t kill you to be-”

Sabrina took a fistful of his shirt, and quickly brought them in for a kiss before he could finish. It was a small kiss- not at all carrying any confidence from their previous ones. Her grip was already starting to loosen as she kept them there. Ven couldn’t hold back a grin. Now he knew why Ephemer always smiled when he stole a kiss from his wife. There was a kind of safety being like this- a different kind of trust that could only be said when their lips were connected.

When they pulled away, Ven got a glimpse at how vulnerable Sabrina was in that moment. He hoped no one would come in to spoil it. Her eyes looked back at him in a softness he knew was reserved just for him. Her lips were still lightly parted from their kiss- the calm breaths in between further accentuating how still her mind was right now. No one else mattered but him right now. No one else existed for all she cared.

But, like many things, she couldn’t be this way for long. The evolution from serene trust to jaded suspicion was disheartening.

“Don’t forget my birthday.” she sharply warned him.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he claimed.

“This doesn’t count as an early present either.”

Ven gave a soft laugh before pulling her in for another kiss.

[ssa-sugar-tits]

Before It's Too Late

Request: this one

Have this scenario in mind: Hotch is working on a case where the victims look like the reader and he feels he should tell her his feelings before it's too late like what happened to his ex wife. Smutty or fluffy, it's your decision

Pairing: Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner x Reader

Content warnings: canon typical violence (torture/murder), mutilation, cursing, mentions of haley's death, smut, oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex

a/n: yeahh we're doing the classic there's only one bed shit. enjoy, my horny lovelies.

The entire team saw it, instantly. When JJ pulled up the victims with an uneasy gaze. They looked like you. All four women. You saw yourself in their cold, dead eyes. Your hair matched theirs too under the bloodstains. Hell, they could all be your sisters. The only difference was the glaringly obvious: the terror spilled all over those poor women's faces before they'd been tortured and murdered.

Wheels up in 20.

Hotch's meaningless words echo in your head as you stare deeper and deeper into your victim's eyes.

Hotch sits at his desk, the team's leaving in 10 minutes. He can't shake what everyone knows damn well. The women. They look like Y/N. They look like his clandestine love, Y/N. Hotch won't let anything happen to you, he'll die a thousand times before that happens. But he can still feel Haley's heavy, limp body in his arms and his heart shattering. It took a long time but piece by piece, you put it back together and now you hold Aaron Hotchner's heart in your oblivious hands.

"Y/N, we're leaving," Emily yells to you, walking with JJ out to the jet. You're forced to leave your trance and join the others. You feel hazy and have to focus your breathing as you take a seat next to Hotch.

"Hey babygirl, you're on." Derek places a laptop down with Garcia's live image displayed. Quickly looking up at the team and not wanting to show any sign of weakness, you share your thoughts.

"Well clearly, our guy's got a type. Same ethnicity, hair color, even the lip shape is insanely similar. I'm thinking surrogate." Receiving nods from the team, you hope precariously the profilers beside you don't notice how you're doing everything you can to avoid looking at the crime scene photos. Hotch agrees with you, not looking up from his file for fear of showing just how miserable the very idea of something happening to you is making him.

"Y/L/N is right. Garcia, start by looking at men in the area 20 to 40 years old who are related or romantically involved with a woman fitting the physical parameters of our victims. It'll be long but somewhere to start."

"Yes sir!" Penelope says enthusiastically, already beginning to click away at her keyboard. JJ stays at the back of the jet, making a phone call and Emily speaks up.

"Actually Penelope, cut that down to only romantic involvement. The torture and mutilation of the women's genitals is an act of sex in itself, I doubt he'd be doing that for a mother or sister. And the rage is evident so focus on recent breakups or rejections." Rejection. Why does that word stand out to Hotch?

"Very helpful, my raven-haired beauty," she chirps. "We are down to... 2700 matches!"

The word rejection still makes its way, floating around Hotch's mind like an annoying song he can't get out of his head. That's it, isn't it? You're the song he can't get out of his head. A song he loves, one that may not feel the same way. A song he can't lose.

"Garcia, try looking for large places of residence. Our unsub wouldn't torture in an apartment where neighbors can hear or in a house with other people around." Reid says.

"Look for areas with basements, sheds, garden houses, and such." Rossi adds.

"Hit you back later! P.G. out," she signs off.

Instead of, as he probably should be, doing his job, Hotch lets himself get lost in his thoughts. Thoughts about what happened to Haley, what could happen to you.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Those three gunshots ring in his mind.

Is this why your marriage fell apart, Aaron?

Foyet's words taunt him. How can he let himself love someone again? After failing Haley, at the cost of her life? At the cost of Jack losing his mother.

"Hotch?" you tap him lightly. "We landed, the team's outside."

"Thank you." He gathers his things, taking a quick deep breath.

"Sir," you say it with a careful tone. "Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine Y/L/N," he reassures you quickly and starts to leave but looks back at you. "Are you? We've all noticed that the victims...."

He trails off but you know what he's talking about.

"It's scary," you admit. "Definitely offputting, but I'll manage."

"If you need anything, let me know."

Your heart skips a beat. He's only being a good boss, you tell yourself.

"Thank you Aaron."

A rare sight, Hotch smiles at you. It's the first time you've called him by his first name.

The team sets up in the precinct and it's a slow day for the case, all in all. The suspect list is narrowed, slowly but surely, and interviews are conducted but no arrests are made. Most of your friends have turned in for the night, urging you to get some rest but you can't. Not when you're-- and you hate to admit it-- fucking scared. How could you possibly not be? Every time you look at the bloody photos, it's almost like looking into a future mirror. Hotch stays in the next room, alone. Gazing down at the file, he has to wonder. Is it really protecting you if he hides his feelings for you? Or is it a selfish attempt to guard his own fucked up fears? He doesn't have time to think about it much, interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Hotch?" You call.

"Come in, Y/L/N."

The object of his misery enters.

"I'm going back to the hotel for the night, I came to see if you wanted to ride back with me." Saying it confidently, not worrying he'll know your true desires. He almost objects but can't resist, especially not when he's made the decision to tell you before it's too late. To tell you he loves you.

"Give me a few minutes, I'll meet you outside."

"Got it," you smile genuinely, pleased that he agreed.

Checking into the hotel, the owner gives you a key, saying it's their last available room. Not a problem, you think. You step into the elevator and notice a hitch in Hotch's breathing.

"Y/L/N, I need to speak with you regarding something."

He cringes at his own words. How formal does a goddamn love confession need to be? This is stupid, what is he even doing?

"I'm not in trouble, am I?" you laugh, unlocking the room. He doesn't respond but one thing catches your eye when you walk in. You turn to face Hotch and your face is mere inches from his, able to feel the heat of each other's body.

"Hotch," you breathe out your words, low and shaky, feeling the tension you'd convinced yourself you'd been imagining all this time. "There's only one bed."

"That there is." He says calmly, not breaking eye contact. With a small burst of confidence, you place a hand on his rising chest.

"What'd you want to talk about, Aaron?" He almost moans just at the way his name sounds on your precious lips.

"This," he growls. You don't resist when he grabs your face to mash his lips against yours. In fact, you throw yourself on top of his and deepen the kiss. Without breaking the kiss, you push him onto the bed and straddle him. You take grip of his shoulders and he wraps his hands around your waist. He grunts and you take the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, attacking his with yours. Hotch tilts his head to have more access to your mouth and you feel his growing bulge against your thigh. You throw him down and smirk as he stares lustfully.

"Is this what you want Aaron?" you tease. He doesn't give you an answer, only exhaling and undoing his belt.

"Y/N, I need you." he pants, hungrily.

"Yes sir."

Pulling down his strained boxers with one swift movement, your mouth salivates at the sight of his already hard cock. His pink head glistens with precum and you bring your head down to swipe your tongue on it, making sure he's watching you.

"Fuck," Hotch moans, grasping a handful of your hair. You slide your mouth down on his cock, moaning against him and stroking what you can't fit with your hand. A long noise escapes him and he grips your head tighter while you bob your head up and down.

"Just like that baby, so good Y/N."

"Mmm," you hum, savoring every moan that travels from his mouth. Tears pricking your eyes, you take him down your throat determined to taste every inch of him, making him hum with delight. Cupping his balls in your hand, you work on him with your hands and mouth at the same time and you feel him near the edge. You pull your head up from him, a string of saliva connecting your lips and his dick.

"I was close," he mutters roughly. You lift your shirt over your shoulders and pull down your skirt, leaving you in your lacy white bra and panties set. Glad I wore something nice, you think. When he sees your body hovering over him, he's a man captivated. Rapidly, he unclasps your bra and takes in the view, starting to knead them sensually.

"Fuck me, Aaron." you command, somehow sounding sweetly. Hotch pins your wrists above your head and kisses you again, like he's waited his whole life to have you. He takes hold of your hips and moves your underwear to the side, holding his shaft to enter you. You moan in sync and he enters your pussy all the way.

"Aaron, fuck."

"You feel so good, baby." He praises.

"God yes!" you scream with his first thrust. "Fuck me as hard as you can, please sir."

You plead and Hotch complies. As he fucks you faster, moaning all the while, his hands tighten on you. You're sure he'll leave bruises for the morning but you don't care experiencing the pleasure you have right now. His fingers roll your nipple in his hand, pinching and squeezing lightly and he thrusts hard and passionate.

"I'm gonna cum," you warn and your pussy's blissful walls tighten around his nearing cock.

"Me too Y/N," he grunts. Exploding inside of you, he throws his head back messily and moans, pushing you over the edge. Your juices drip down your thighs and Hotch pulls out of you.

Breathing heavily, neither of you say a word. Only holding on desperately to any last drop of what you just did.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm in love with you."

You stare into his deep brown eyes, still floating internally and inhaling the smell of sex. You trail a hand down his firm arm. It wasn't in your head.

"I'm in love with you too, Aaron."

[apolloloki97]

"Worthy of Him" Mickey Milkovich x Ian Gallagher

Summary: When Mickey comes across a handsome stranger, he doesn't realize it's the man who cheated on Ian when Mickey was locked up. Caleb is going to have quite a surprise when he meets the love of Ian's life. ---- Or when Mickey meets Caleb.

Word Count: 3076

Warning: Swearing

Song I Wrote To: “Fuckin' Perfect" by P!nk

Note: I just love when Mickey meets Ian's exes. Also, I get really happy when Mickey defends the Gallaghers!

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Mickey was on his way home when he heard a string of curses that even made him stop mid-strut on the sidewalk.

At the end of the block, a handsome black man was glaring at his car, his hands on his hips as he swore. Mickey knew that look, he himself had had a similar expression on his face more than once. Weighing his options, he considered just turning the other way and going the long way home, but there was something about the man that screamed “help me” and so Mickey decided to do just that.

Besides, the poor handsome bastard clearly didn’t belong on the Southside considering how well put together he was and the decent set of wheels he was glaring at. Approaching the man, Mickey tried to gauge what was wrong with the vehicle, but it seemed as if even the owner didn’t know. “Hey man,” Mickey greeted. “Wheels busted?”

“Yeah, I don’t know what the hell is wrong with it,” the man said with a sigh as he finally turned to look at Mickey. The latter didn’t miss how the stranger did a double-take, letting his eyes scan Mickey from head to toe. Since he had come out, Mickey had been noticing male attention pointed in his direction more frequently and he couldn’t deny that it made him feel damn good about himself. Not that he would ever admit that out loud, especially to Ian.

Jealous bastard, Mickey thought to himself with a smirk that the stranger before him seemed to notice immediately. Brushing off the bedroom eyes emanating from the other man, Mickey stepped towards the car.  “Want me to take a look?” Mickey offered.

“Yeah, sure, thanks man,” the man said, gesturing for Mickey to move closer. Mickey leaned over the open hood of the car, his eyes scanning for anything outwardly wrong. As he bent over the car, the owner watched on with curiosity. “So, you a mechanic?”

“Nah,” Mickey said as he examined the battery. “My brother-in-law is. Taught me some shit,” Mickey explained. Lip had only begun to teach Mickey a bit about bikes after Mickey had helped him steal from Born Free. Mickey would never admit it to the older Gallagher brother, but he liked Lip a fair amount when he wasn’t being a total asshole. Lip was also important to Ian so Mickey made the sacrifice to “bond” with his brother-in-law whenever the occasion arose and graft theft auto just happened to be one of those occasions.

“So, you’re just in the habit of helping strangers when their car breaks down?” the man said. Mickey scoffed as he shrugged.

“Only when it breaks down on the Southside and the owner ain’t belong,” Mickey said.

“Who says I’m not Southside?” the man said playfully. Straightening up slightly, Mickey looked over at him with a knowing look.

“Trust me, I can tell,” Mickey said. Stepping back, Mickey crouched down to get a look at the grill in case anything was stuck when the bottom of his pant leg rode up slightly, exposing the holster he had strapped to his ankle along with the .22 he kept on him at all times. Iggy called it a “pussy gun”, but with being on parole, Mickey couldn’t risk always carrying his larger piece and he was still paranoid that the cartel would catch up with him eventually. The owner of the car noticed it immediately, his brows rising.

“You a cop or something?” he asked, gesturing to the exposed holster. Mickey glanced down at the hardware Carl had given him before covering it back up again. He looked up at the stranger with a raised brow.

“Not exactly,” Mickey said, disgusted to be even considered to be compared to a pig.

“Right,” the man said.

“What?” Mickey asked as he stood up, leaning against the car. “Are you a cop? Gonna fuckin’ bust me for this?” he asked.

“I fight fires, not Southside thugs,” he said with a wink and Mickey laughed quickly before turning back to his task. It didn’t take him long to notice the coolant leak in the hose.

“You’re gonna need to take this to a shop, man,” Mickey said. “You got a leak here,” he said, pointing to the hose. The man approached him, getting closer to Mickey to get a better look. Mickey rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what he was doing. He was ready to shove his wedding ring up the man’s nose when his phone rang. Knowing who it was, Mickey ignored it.

Ian had been trying to get a hold of him for an hour now. Mickey knew it was because Debbie had pissed his husband off again, but he had no interest in dealing with Ginger-Gallagher drama at the moment. Ian called again shortly after the first call, the shrill of the phone in his pocket permeating the tension that was radiating off the handsome stranger next to him.

“Wife?” the man asked, gesturing to Mickey’s pocket and the obvious ignoring of the calls. Mickey then realized that the stranger had seen the ring on his left hand and just ignored it. Bastard, Mickey thought.

“Husband,” Mickey corrected, always thrilled to do so these days. It wasn’t necessarily because he was proud to be a gay man, he was just incredibly proud to be Ian Gallagher’s husband. He’d tattoo it on his forehead if he hadn’t already gotten a dumbass tattoo for his husband back when he was first locked up in the joint.

“Ignoring him?” the man pressed and Mickey was starting to become more annoyed than flattered at the forwardness of the stranger.

“Just his family drama,” Mickey said, not sure why he was telling this man anything. Then again, bitching about the Gallaghers was something that just happened no matter who you were talking to. Mickey could remember the time before he was with Ian and he would hear everyone in the community talking about how messed up the Gallaghers were. Being a Milkovich, he never thought any other family could be more dysfunctional. When he finally fell for Ian and became more familiar with the inner workings of the Gallagher family, he finally understood the chaos that everyone else saw. However, that chaos was something that he had gone on to love greatly.

They were his family.

“Yeah, that shit’s never easy, man,” the man said.

“What shit?” Mickey asked, trying to see where the stranger was getting at.

“Just that I’ve dated the crazy ones before and the baggage of their family is never worth it. No matter how good of a fuck they are,” the man said and Mickey raised his brows.

“Classy,” Mickey said with a roll of his eyes. Clearly, the man realized he had hit a nerve and was trying to backtrack when a loud shout echoed from up the street. Mickey turned just in time to see Frank stumbling out of a bar that clearly wasn’t the Alibi as the owner yelled at him. Frank, who was already drunk enough to forget where he lived, shouted obscenities back at the bar, shoving his middle fingers to the sky before falling over. “Fucking Frank…” Mickey said, exasperated.

Even before they were married, Mickey had joined in on the “find Frank” game and had had his fill of finding the drunk passed out under bridges and in sewers to last a lifetime. While he didn’t care what happened to the deadbeat, he knew that Liam and Franny would, which is why he tended to try to keep Frank from ending up in the morgue when he could.

“Seems like everyone around here knows Frank Gallagher, huh?” the stranger said, leaning against his dormant car. His arms were crossed, accentuating the forearm muscles that were hidden under the long sleeve shirt he wore. The man laughed as he saw Frank try to get to his feet but failed. Mickey cringed as Frank stumbled again, crashing into a stack of trash cans.

“Fuck,” Mickey said, knowing he was going to have to do damage control with his niece when her grandfather came home looking like he slept in a dumpster. “That’s my fuckin’ cue,” Mickey said, pushing off the side of the car.

“You all take turns looking after the city drunk, huh?” the man asked, amused by Mickey’s distaste for the derelict.

“No,” Mickey said with a sigh, “just those of us who are unfortunately his fucking family.” This seemed to shock the stranger.

“Family?” the man echoed.

“He’s my father-in-law,” Mickey said and then paused, “sort of…” Mickey was never sure what exactly Ian saw Frank as. He knew that Frank was not his biological father, but he was also the only father Ian had ever known. Regardless, Mickey was now tied to the man forever. Just as Mickey was about to pull his phone out to call Sandy to come and help him with Frank Pick-Up, the stranger said something to make him pause.

“ You married a Gallagher ?” the man said, his voice holding a hint of disbelief.

“The fuck you gotta say it like that for?” Mickey said, ready to defend his family to the man. “Yeah, I married a goddamn Gallagher, so what?”

“Which one?” the man asked and Mickey looked at him as if he was a moron.

“What do you mean, ‘which one’? There’s only one fucking gay one,” Mickey said with a scoff.

“Ian?” the man asked. “You’re Ian’s husband?” Mickey was starting to get pissed off at this man’s tone and he was really starting to regret even offering to help him.

“I’m sorry, I think I missed a few episodes, here,” Mickey said, “Who the fuck are you and how do you know Ian?” The man hesitated for a second before answering. Mickey waited.

“I’m Caleb,” the man said. “Ian and I used to date.” Mickey didn’t need more than a second to recognize the name. Ian had told Mickey all about his rebound firefighter. Mickey knew that Ian wasn’t going to stay single while he was locked away. Mickey was just glad that Ian wasn’t screwing old men. Hell, he had even thought that the Trevor guy seemed great, but Caleb was someone that Mickey had hated the second Ian began talking about him. Then, when Lip had told him that he and Ian had witnessed Caleb cheating on Ian with some woman, Mickey hated him even more.

Lowering his head slightly, Mickey finally took a moment to size up the firefighter. Caleb was big and Mickey knew that those arms would pack a wallop if Caleb decided to start a fight, but Mickey also knew that he was craftier and if it came down to it, Ian’s ex would be on his way to the hospital very soon.

“Oh, you’re Caleb,” Mickey finally said, staring him down. “The fucker who cheated on him with some bitch and claimed it didn’t matter because she didn’t have a cock.” Caleb seemed perturbed by that but quickly composed his face despite the crassness coming from the other man.

“And you are…”

“Mickey Milkovich,” Mickey said, just daring Caleb to say something else stupid.

Which he did.

“Ah, Mickey,” Caleb said. “The abusive boy toy.” Mickey stopped for a second, wanting to punch Caleb in his perfect face.

“Abusive…” Mickey echoed, not liking the accusatory tone in Caleb’s voice.

���Ian told me all about how you used to beat on him before screwing him like he was your bitch,” Caleb said and Mickey could hear the anger in his voice. Mickey knew that Ian had been hurt after a lot of their arguments. The worse one being when Mickey had beat him up after the Terry incident. Mickey had never felt more horrible in his entire life than when he had done that. Even now, he tried to make up for it even if Ian said that he had already forgiven him. The thing was, Mickey had never forgiven himself for the beating he had given Ian in that gravel lot.

However, hearing that Ian had called him abusive, especially to someone like Caleb, just made Mickey more pissed off. Not necessarily at Ian, but more at the situation as a whole. This was who Ian felt the need to run to after their break up and regardless of how attractive the firefighter was, Caleb had no idea who he was speaking to.

“He did, did he?” Mickey said and Caleb nodded, acting as if he had Milkovich all figured out. “Right, well did he also tell you that the first time we banged, he threatened my ass and tried to beat me with a tire iron?” Mickey asked, spotting the exact tool on the ground next to the rest of the tools Caleb had hauled out. Ignoring the little voice in his head that sounded a lot like his parole officer, Mickey reached down and picked up the iron. “Sort of like this,” he said before taking a swing at Caleb’s windshield, shattering it.

“Fuck!” Caleb exclaimed. Mickey followed up by taking off one of the side mirrors before swinging the iron into Caleb’s face, causing the other man to stumble back.

“Get the fuck off the Southside or next time I’ll hit something other than your fucking car,” Mickey threatened. Caleb was wary of him but didn’t back down.

“You don’t deserve him,” Caleb said and Mickey’s eye twitched for a second before composing himself. It wasn’t news to him that people didn’t think Mickey was good enough for Ian, but he didn’t need to hear it from someone like Caleb.

“You don’t know shit about him or me,” Mickey said. “If you did then you wouldn’t fucking test me.” Caleb stared down at Mickey, but the latter wasn’t backing down. He would go back to jail before he let some asshole ex of Ian’s make him feel unworthy of the man he loved.

When Caleb went to retort, his attention was pulled by a police SUV rolling up to them and Caleb’s smashed car. Mickey didn’t move and he didn’t drop the tire iron as Caleb turned to the cop. “Officer, maybe you could arrest this man for threatening me and damaging my property,” Caleb said, glaring over at Mickey again.

“Mickey?” the cop said and Mickey finally looked over at the man in the front seat of the SUV. He recognized him immediately.

“Arthur!” Mickey greeted with a grin.

“Hey man!” Officer Arthur Tipping said, offering his fist to Mickey who happily tapped it with his own.

“You know him?” Caleb said as Mickey grinned at him.

“He’s my partner’s brother-in-law,” Tipping said with a goofy grin on his face. Mickey liked Carl’s partner because the man was the definition of a loveable idiot. Plus, he always turned the other way when a Gallagher was involved.

“Yeah, Carl’s a cop now, asshole,” Mickey said to Caleb. “Good luck filing a complaint or pressing charges, dick.” Caleb was fuming as he started towards Mickey.

“Woah there, bud,” Tipping said. “You might want to take a few steps back.” Caleb stopped and did as the officer said, but not without sending a death glare towards Mickey. “Need a ride home, Mr. Milkovich-Gallagher?” Tipping asked.

“That would be great, Arthur,” Mickey said with a grin as he tossed the tire iron aside. He looked at Caleb once more and then casually walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You come near my husband and I will make sure that nobody ever finds your body,” Mickey said sweetly before leaving Caleb on the curb and hopping into the front seat of the squad vehicle. Mickey flipped Caleb off as Tipping drove away. Caleb just swore and lashed out at his car.

Mickey relaxed in the car before sighing. “Shit, pull over here for a second man,” he said and Tipping pulled over. Mickey then got out of the car and pulled open the back door before crouching over a half-conscious Frank. “Fucking Gallaghers,” he said as he hauled his father-in-law into the back of the squad car and Tipping took him home while Frank snored in the backseat.

When Mickey finally got home and deposited Frank on the floor in the living room, he went in search of his husband. He found Ian in the kitchen, finishing up some dishes. “Hey, you,” Ian said as he spotted his husband walking into the room. Mickey smiled at him. Ian grabbed the back of his head and pressed a kiss to Mickey’s lips, savoring the taste and feel of his husband.

Mickey kissed him back, but Ian could tell it was less enthusiastic than usual. Pulling back, he furrowed his brow at the man in his arms. “What?” Mickey asked.

“You good?” Ian asked.

“Long day,” Mickey said with a dismissive wave. Ian didn’t look convinced so Mickey pulled him back to him, kissing him deeply. Ian wrapped his arms around Mickey, holding him tightly. Mickey sighed into Ian’s mouth, content to be with him after the shit he had dealt with that afternoon.

When Ian pulled back again, he leaned his forehead against Mickey’s, running his hands down his arms. Mickey looked up at him, Ian’s green eyes looking stunning in the low light of the Gallagher kitchen. Everything Caleb had said to him was coming back and he hated that he was letting it get to him. He loved Ian and he knew that Ian loved him, but there would always be that part of him that felt unworthy of Ian’s love.

Ian, being Ian, noticed the look in Mickey’s eyes. Self-doubt was not something Mickey hid very well. Reaching up to cup Mickey’s face in his palm, Ian gently rubbed his thumb along his husband’s face. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” Ian whispered.

Mickey slid his hands up to Ian’s shoulder, always loving how much taller his husband was. With a breath, Mickey inhaled the scent of his love and then smiled softly. “You just...were you,” Mickey answered simply. Ian mirrored the soft expression as he leaned into Mickey once again.

“I love you,” Ian said against Mickey’s lips.

“I love you too, Gallagher,” Mickey said before pressing his lips against Ian’s, falling into complete bliss and knowing one thing for sure: Ian and he deserved each other and nobody was going to tell him differently.

[papirouge]

You're so right with everything you answered. Honestly I think some tradfems are coping when they blame feminism for male-female relatioships today, and tradmen simply don't want to admit men have any responsability in all of this (or they'll blame soyboys or beta males). They don't realize that being masculine and thus a leader entails having responsabilities too, and it's not only about bossing around your wife and kids however you want.

Not to mention that men treated women pretty badly hundreds of years before the term feminism was even coined. If any of them actually paid attention to history lessons, they'll notice that men raped, abused and saw women as inferiors since forever.

Like I said, none of this is natural. We live in a fallen world. It's explained in the Bible quite clearly.

I think it's funny how many radfems dislike Christianism and the Holy Book, even though it basically does have the answer they're looking for. I think I've only seen two of them being like "hey have you noticed how the bible explains patriarchy (Eve's curse) and the beggining of agriculture (Adam's curse)?" "Your desire will be for your husband, and he will rule over you." I think this explains so much.

Many people, including radfems (and some "Christians" let's be honest) misundertand all of this. This is not how things were meant to be. This is not God's plan. What we see are the consequences of a punishment. "If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own."

All of what we see, like mens hatred of women, and so on are not natural. Once I saw satan described as the king of misoginy. Well he is of everything evil and hateful.

So in a better world, men would love women and would want to protect them, and women would love themselves and each other and would stick for each other, and our male-female relatioships would be as God intended.

Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.

99% of tradmen on this hellsite are either dom fetishist, misogynist scrotes, or racist rightoids. I have yet to be proven wrong. It just...never fails. That's the Tumblr Tradman Terrorism - some sort of demonic trinity terrorizing tradblr💀 I will never trust them and I cringe whenever I see them crawl with their ugly claws onto tradfem post's comments to bitch against mOdErN wOmeN and how suBmIsSVe woMeN would make the world better. It's all about taking the lead until it comes to set an example, now then all responsibility falls onto women and how we should behave¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Your part about Eve's curse is MAJOR, anon.

I too love bringing up Eve as an example of how God intended the woman to be : she didn't wear acrylics, she didn't wear make up, she didn't shave, and she wasn't obsessing about marrying Adam & breeding with him....🤦🏾‍♀️

One thing I love the most about Genesis is how Adam and Eve most likely had a philia love, totally deprived from romance or sexual attraction. They were like children zookeeping the Garden of Eden, playing with all the beautiful creatures of the Creation, eating fruits all day, titties out and free..🥺 Idk... it makes me so emotional to realize that this level of innocence & Perfection was meant to be for Us...😭💜 ....it's only once they Fell that they had sex and ultimately got children, but it's very significant that the initial model of male/female companionship as God intended didn't involve eros (romance or sex) and that's something every marriage obsessing trad person I ever stumbled upon totally is missing. Yes, men and women were made for companionship, but it doesn't mean this companionship has to translate to marriage or is fulfilled through marriage.

So many trad do come off so awkward with having normal friendship with the opposite sex anyway. Maybe if they did, they wouldn't be so extra about marriage and sharing deep connection with someone of the opposite sex. Like... do you realize you can already have that without marriage, right? or finally admit you're actually seeking to achieve sexual bonding but in an acceptable way, hence your obsession with marriage💀

[loonyluna]

some hedric + rose being a cutie

Harry didn't think he was a violent person. 

But at that moment, he had to restrain himself from walking over to his longtime friend and roommate, with whom he got along fine most of the time, and beat him up. The muggle way.

For what you may ask? Well that answer was simple, not that Harry would ever admit it to himself or anyone else. That he was jealous. Jealous of the way Seamus kept making Cedric laugh and jealous of the way his hand kept lingering on his shoulder. For Merlin’s sake did he not have a boyfriend? Then why was he so handsy with other men?

Harry tightened his grip on his 2nd(read 5th) glass of firewhiskey.

He had no right to be jealous, because after all he was the one who decided they needed a break.

He took a long sip of his drink before a voice broke his thoughts.

“Hullo Harry, enjoying yourself this evening?” Ginny the owner chirped.

He grunted something in return.

Ginny stared at him before following his gaze towards the two laughing men and chuckled.

“Oh Harold, how in Merlin’s name are you an auror? Cause last time i checked you were supposed to pay attention to things.”

“What do you mean?” Harry questioned, confused.

“I mean you and Cedric of course! Both of you are obviously still in love with each other. I might be aromantic but I'm not blind.” she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Harry started to deny it but Ginny interrupted him. 

“Do you even remember why you two even broke up?”     

Does he remember- of course he does. They both- no he thought that they needed some space. Cedric had been against it at first but reluctantly agreed.

“You thought it'd be for the best if you two took a break. Why? Merlin knows, you think differently than us normal folk. Anyways my point is that you should get him back because you love him and he makes you happy. And after the shitshow you went through you deserve some happiness.” Ginny finished, quite proud of herself.

“Wow Ginny i don't know what to say-,” Harry started but was promptly cut off.

“You don't have to say anything, just go get your boy. Oh godric is that luna and neville behind the curtains? I've got to cockblock them again. Bye Harry! Don’t be an idiot! Aw, I love being the mom friend.”

And with that the redhead practically skipped away.

Harry started thinking again now that he was alone. 

Was he still in love with Cedric? Probably but did Cedric love him as well? Was he really that oblivious? Also probably. 

His thoughts were disrupted when raucous laughter could be heard from the direction of Seamus and his ex-boyfriend, who (according to Ginny) he was still in love with, which was proved when Harry decided to walk over there.

Cedric was saying something but stopped when he caught the green eyes walking over to him. 

“Hi.” he breathed out.

Harry was about to reply before a flurry of red hair ran towards the ex-hufflepuff and jumped into his arms, shrieking “uncle Cedric”.

“Merlin, she runs so fast.” came in Ron Weasley panting. “You okay? Mate?”

“Yeah i'm fine, besides i missed my rosie too.”

“You wouldn't have to if Daddy and Mummy let me come visit you and uncle Harry.” The little girl crossed her arms and glared at her father.

The comment about Harry and Cedric laid a thick layer of awkwardness over the group.

“So Ron, where is my best friend?” asked Harry, trying to lighten the mood.

“You little shit-,” Ron started but was swiftly cut off by his daughter reprimanding him about how she’d lost count of how many coins he needed to put into the swear jar.

“You’re hermione’s daughter alright,she saw astoria malfoy on the way here and all of us were going to go talk to her, but this one-” Ron pointed at the girl in Cedric’s arms,accusingly “-saw you guys and ran.”

“Well is it my fault i hadn't seen Uncle cedric in ages?” 

“Oh will you stop bringing that up!”

“Never.” 

“You're so bloody stubborn you know that?”

“I’m your daughter!”

“Ok ok, i think that's enough.” Cedric cut off the squabbling father daughter duo, chuckling. 

Harry’s heart tightened at the sight, it was like they had been back at one of their weekly game nights with the granger-weasleys.

But it wasn't, they hadn't had one of those in quite some time, hence rose’s tantrum.

Rose adored Cedric so much, Harry didn't have the heart to tell her that Uncle Harry and Uncle Cedric were not living together anymore, that's why she hadn't been able to visit the both of them.

“So how have all of you been?” Harry asked that question to everyone, but it was more directed to the brunette that had been haunting his thoughts.

Before he could answer however, two women dressed in heavy blazers entered the store, chatting away animatedly about some obnoxious book written by some Lockhart fellow. Lockhart. Hmmm, the name sounded quite familiar.

Harry whispered a quiet “Thank God,” to Hermione and Astoria Malfoy, who had five year old Scorpius Malfoy clinging to her skirts. Harry reckoned he was about the same age as Rosie.

Hermione, who seemed to finally have noticed her husband and best friend, loudly exclaimed and went over to hug Harry and smiled warmly at Cedric. People who were already whispering began whispering even louder at the arrival of the Minister of Magic.

“Mommy! Mommy! Daddy won’t stop swearing and-” Rose began excitedly, but her voice faltered as her eyes dropped to meet the little blonde boy’s. A bright red flush spread across her cheeks as she whispered a soft greeting to him.

“Hi ‘pius and Mrs.Malfoy,” she almost murmured. 

Harry was taken aback, to say the least. His boisterous, talkative, loud niece was quiet? He was so surprised he almost forgot about Cedric and failed to notice the deafening silence that had befallen the group; but then again, this was Harry we were talking about.

Everyone stared expectantly at Scorpius, who had shrunken down so much into his coat that a little more and he’d disappear. 

“Hi Rosie,” he stated loudly, then cringed at his own voice, as if he had not meant for it to be so loud.

Now Harry was completely and fully befuddled, and at the look on everyone’s faces, so were they. His Rosie didn’t let anyone except her parents, Harry, Ginny and Cedric call her Rosie. She’d correct anyone else who called her that, politely of course, she was Hermione's daughter after all.

“Hey Astoria, how are you doing?” Ron asked her, breaking the silence. “Where's malfoy? The male one.” Scorpius looked at him expectantly. “The older male one.”

“Oh he just had to stop by flourish and blotts, don't worry Ron your husband will be here soon enough.” she replied with a sly smile.

Ron turned red and looked at Hermione in protest, but she merely smiled, “oh don't worry Ronald, Astoria and I know all about your affair.”

“Oi mate! I thought I was the only secret husband you had without Hermione's knowledge.” Harry teased his best friend, who had now gone from embarrassing red to angry red.

“But I thought Uncle Cedric was your husband?” 

Harry loved his niece very much, but at that moment he felt that Ginny should have made the inn a child-free zone after that one time a party had rampaged the entire inn.

“Rosie, what were you going to ask me?” Hermione quickly asked her daughter, trying to cover up the question. 

“Oh!” the young girl regained her previous enthusiasm. “Could i please spend the night with Uncle Cedric and Uncle Harry? Pleaseeeee. I haven't seen them in so long. Uncle Harry, could I please?”

Harry started to say some half baked excuse but was beaten by the man holding her.

“Some other day, maybe sweetheart?”

Rose looked disappointed, Cedric had never said no to her. Harry could see that his niece was quite hurt.

“Oh,” she said softly, “that's okay i suppose.”

Harry could tell Cedric’s heart broke at her tone. And even more so, when she slid down from his arms.

“Mummy, Mrs. Malfoy, can me and ‘pius go on an a-a-adventure?”

“Scorpius and I.” her mother corrected. “And sure my love, just stay close.”

The young girl’s eyes lit up again and she took the shy boy’s hand and dragged him along her, almost bumping into the latter’s father.

“So how much are we betting that Ron and Draco are going to become in-laws?” Seamus offered.

This seemed to do the trick in reducing any awkwardness that had lingered in the little party. Everyone was laughing, except for Ron of course, who looked ready to murder someone, preferbly Seamus, Harry would help him with that, he decided.

“Where is the Weasel spawn taking my young, still innocent son?” draco malfoy demanded, resting his hand behind his wife’s back.

“Draco, don't be rude.” Astoria reprimanded her husband. “They're just exploring.”

“Fine but if anything happens to him, i will hex Weasley.” 

“Draco, you're overreacting, nothing is going-”

A crash turned the group’s(and almost everyone in the inn) attention, away from their previous conversations. 

Rose and Scorpius were covered in punch, the bowl was overturned between them, the former was smiling sheepishly and the latter looked like he was about to cry.

It didn't take a genius to find out what had happened.

The four parents rushed to their children’s sides, as Seamus walked away, laughing and muttering something about “never having kids”, leaving Harry completely alone with Cedric(Harry wondered if Ginny put Rose up to this).

“I’m sorry.” said Harry just as Cedric started, “I miss you.”

The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds, the atmosphere crackling with electricity before both of them lunged at each other.

Harry let out a sigh as his mouth met his lover’s. 

He had missed this.

His fingers found his way to Cedric’s hair, pulling and deepening the kiss, before-

“Now can i stay with Uncle Cedric and Harry?” 

“Rosie!” 

The two broke apart seeing they had an audience now. And while Cedric looked embarrassed, Harry couldn't care less.

“Let's get married.” he blurted out before thinking.

“What,right now?”

“Well not right now now, but yeah.”

“Harry, you're not thinking straight.”

“No, I'm sorry Cedric, saying we needed a break was probably one of my stupidest ideas. I love you so much and I'm sorry I ever doubted that.”

“I love you too, Harry.” Cedric smiled softly.

“Does that mean you will say yes?”

“Yes Harry! Are u really that-” but Harry cut his boyfriend off by kissing him soundly.

“Can ‘pius and I be the flowergirls?”

“Rose!”

[petri808]

We’ll Take Back Heaven a Nalu Yakuza Au

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The moment Lucy left the room, Natsu simply turned and gave a silent look to his lieutenant Gray who nodded back in acknowledgment and left with one of the men. He sat back in his chair, fingers steepled below his chin in thought. Could it really be one of his own men? Some of the lower level guys didn’t always follow the rules, but it was rare for them to utterly disregard them! Oh! That really pissed him off, because they knew better then to test Natsu’s patience. There’s a damn good reason he was able to create such a lucrative gang in the heart of Tokyo when so many others would kill for it. By the age of 21, his father retired and left the position of Oyabun leader to Natsu. But, Natsu wasn’t satisfied with the old way of doing things. This was the 21st century and times must change.

It was well known that the Yakuza traversed a dangerous underworld full of illegalities. Drugs, prostitution, gambling, shake downs and extortion, theft, or in other words the seedier side of society. So that is where Natsu focused his attention. Some of the very first of the changes were to reign in unauthorized violence or any crimes that utilized it. Such a move sent a utter shockwave through the order and those that refused to let go of the old ways were swiftly eliminated to instill an image of power and fear that Natsu Dragneel was not to be messed with. His logic behind the move was simple. Do not do anything that brings attention to the gang and attacking someone on the street for a few yen is a quick way for the authorities to show up. So, in a way, Natsu was lucky it happened to be one of Lucy’s employees and not a random person, because they would have immediately called the police. Though it also brought up another question. Were there other crimes he just hadn’t heard of yet?

“Well, she’s still as feisty as ever, gihi.” Gajeel broke the silence of the room when he returned. “Could’ve cut the sexual tension with a sword.”

Natsu crossed his arms in feigned annoyance. If it were any other underling, they would have received a harsher response, but Gajeel was one of his oldest and trusted friends. “Pfft. I don’t know what you’re talking about. She’s a rival, that’s it. You know that.”

“Mmhmm.” Gajeel snickered. “So, now what?”

“Gray started working on finding who it was. I want you to call your contacts at police and see if they’ve had any reports of recent robberies in the area, and if there were, any details we can use to figure out who it might be.”

“Can do boss. Anything else?”

“You think it could one of our own?”

Gajeel looked up for a couple of minutes as if he were running their personnel through his mind. Finally, he rubbed his chin. “There’s a couple of newbies, a bit young and dumb that might be stupid enough to break the rules. I’ll call my contacts first before helping Gray press the men for info. Someone’s gotta know something.”

“Good. You do that and let me know as soon as you get a lead. I want this dealt with as quickly as possible.”

“Gotcha.”

Between Natsu’s two lieutenants and their best men, they interviewed all of the most likely suspects. Gajeel’s police informant let him know that there were a couple other robberies that sounded similar a few blocks away from where Lucy’s employee and client had been accosted. He also learned those two victims gave a similar description of the robber. With the new information, along with other snitches, they narrowed it down within a few days to a low-level street guy in the organization. But unlike Gajeel’s initial hunch, it wasn’t one of the newbies. Instead, the male had been with them for a couple of years now and never caused any problems. In fact, the guy fashioned himself as a smooth talking ladies’ man who supposedly disliked violence. So, it was a bit surprising it was one of the ones they’d least expected.

Gajeel and his men found the man named Bora Prominence laying low at his girlfriend’s apartment after he’d heard the gang was looking for him. Not the smartest move. The woman gave him up without a fight, fearing the Yakuza more than her boyfriend. So, once she’d let them inside, they quickly found Bora hiding in the bathroom and dragged him out.

“It wasn’t me!” Bora screamed as the men beat him to the floor. “You got no proof I did shit!”

Gajeel planted his foot into the small of the man’s back and held him down. “Two of the witnesses saw the tattoo on your face. That’s enough evidence for us.” He growled. “You knew the code and what would happen if you broke it, so stop being a bitch.”

But Bora continued to resist the four men, pushing off the floor with his arms unsuccessfully against Gajeel’s massive weight or fending off kicks from the others. They pummeled him with fists and kicks over and over until one clear blow finally knocked him unconscious long enough to be tied up. Despite a heavy beating bad enough to leave him bruised and bloodied, he continued to scream about his innocence. Back at headquarters, they dragged him into Natsu’s office with hands bound behind his back and forced him onto his knees.

The room held Natsu sitting at his desk, along with both lieutenants, four of their men keeping Bora restrained, and lastly Lucy with the victim to Natsu’s right side. He had contacted her as soon as he knew the suspect was being brought in. And thought they were pretty certain of guilt, the woman’s immediate reaction when they’d brought Bora in of cringing back and moving closer to her boss spoke volumes.

“Is that him?” Natsu questioned to gain a verbal confirmation.

“Y-Yeah,” the woman squeaked out. “He’s the one who pushed me down and robbed us.”

Natsu’s eyes stayed narrowed and glaring at Bora as he addressed the women. “Thank you, that’ll be all. Heartfilia you both can leave now I’ll handle things from here.”

“You’re a doll,” Lucy giggled and gave Natsu a quick teasing peck on the cheek before ushering her employee away. They’d done what they needed to do, now it was his job to finish it.

“Tch, so that’s what this is all about.” Bora sneered, spitting out a clot of blood. “Cause that bitch got you all worked up over a measly few bucks?”

“Watch it!” Natsu roared. “It ain’t a good idea to piss me off anymore then I already am!” There was a fire burning behind Natsu’s stare because when he looked at this man Bora, he doesn’t see the crimes themselves, but the disobedient threat he posed to their organization. How dare this selfish ignorant punk threaten everything they’ve worked hard to build! And to accuse him of weakness in doing Lucy’s bidding just sealed the man’s fate.

Bora snapped back defiantly, though the crack in his tone gave away the fear brewing beneath. “What does it matter, I know what awaits me.”

“You’re right.” Natsu relaxed back into his chair once he sensed the man’s inevitable compliance. “You knew the consequences for crossing me. What does it matter if my rival is also benefiting in this way? Because I know there are other victims. Dumbass, how do you think we linked you to all this? Those other victims reported it to the police! Which is exactly why I have the rules I have in place! You put all of us in jeopardy by pulling this kind of stupid low level bullshit!”

“Pfft, you act like we’re saints. If the cops really wanted to, they’d look into the other illegal shit we do regardless.”

“No, it’s you who fails to recognize there is a hierarchy to the kinds of crimes that bring heat on us. Drugs? Prostitution? The cops don’t care as much, but assault? Robbing people, murders, now those are things they will pay attention to, and I will not tolerate it!” Natsu sat forward with a malevolent grin. “Welcome to the modern Yakuza.”

Drugs and prostitution were a part of the gangs dealings, but the bigger scheme was in shaking down the local business owners for protection money. Thing is, Natsu’s gang actually did the protection part causing crimes in that area for customers or businesses to drop down to nearly zero. So, while the business owners weren’t thrilled to cut a portion of their profits, they also appreciated not having to worry about security. That and because of the gangs connections, they had pipelines of cheaper priced products which helped to keep their costs down. This more symbiotic relationship is why they didn’t go to the authorities and why the gang could hold such a control over the area. Making sure the areas streets were protected from violent crime is a testament to the gangs power and would insure that these businesses stayed compliant.

“Tch.” Bora retorted. “You’re just young and dumb. Eventually you’ll realize there’s a reason why things were done a certain way in the old days.”

“Maybe, maybe not, but your days of worrying about it are over.” Natsu motioned to Gajeel. “I’m done. Get him out of my face.”

Gajeel then motioned to his men to haul Bora to his feet and drag him away to an unknown destination never to be seen from again. Cliche as it may sound, even in killing off a problem like Bora, Natsu’s gang didn’t follow tradition. Bora would be held as a prisoner until his wounds healed then his death made to look like just another suicide statistic. In the seven years that Natsu has reigned, not one murder had been laid at their doorstep and he intended to keep it that way.

Now that the Bora business was over, Natsu closed his eyes and fully relaxed into his chair with a sigh. He didn’t exactly enjoy playing the tough guy bit and only did it out of necessity. This was a life his father groomed him for since birth, but he’d love nothing more than to just settle down with a wife and start a family of his own. Not that he couldn’t already do so, but that required finding the right woman to settle down with and no one other than his old flame has ever evoked I’m him more than a passing glance.

He didn’t know how long he’d been relaxing when there was a knock on his office door. “Yeah? Come in.”

“Sorry to disturb you,” the man spoke as he quietly entered the room. Invel Yura was Natsu’s Saiko-kamon, the top advisor and managed the administrative side of the organization. “I wanted to go over your schedule for tomorrow in case I need to make any changes.”

“It’s fine.” Natsu gestured to the chair fronting the desk. Invel had been the advisor to his father for the last few years of his tenure and he fully trusted the man’s diligence.

Invel sat down and opened up a calendar. “Tomorrow morning, we have a new shipment of prescription drugs coming in as well as some ecstasy, so you’ll need to appoint someone to oversee inventory processing.”

“Hmm, who should I have work on this?” Natsu asked for Invel’s opinion.

“Might I suggest Rajeel Ramal? He’s gruff but meticulous and has done a good job so far.”

“Is that so? Then that’s fine, let him continue. What’s next?”

“Okay,” Invel scribbled the orders in his book. “Next, the only other thing you have is a party to attend with one of our high end clients.”

“Which one?”

“The son of Yuuji Katsunuma of Katsunuma industries.”

“Ah yes, the one we supply with cocaine. Such a spoiled brat, but he spends a lot with us.”

Invel chuckled. “That’s the one. It starts at 8pm.”

“Okay. Thank you, Invel. Is that all for now?”

“Yes. If anything, else comes up I will let you know.”

“I’m sure you will. Oh. Have an appropriate suit pressed and ready for me for the occasion.”

“Very well, sir. Is there anything else you need from me?”

“No. You may go.”

Invel nodded and returned to his own office. He made a few typical phone calls such as to Natsu’s house staff regarding an evening outfit and the transporters bringing the morning inventory to make sure everything was on schedule. Aside from the Bora issue, the going’s-on of business continued as normal. The final call he placed before he’d leave for lunch was to Rajeel of a simple a five word instruction. Nothing more needed to be said, knowing that his associate would understand. Invel sat back in his chair with a smile. “It’s almost too easy…”

[gar-trek]

no i care about ur tng s1 opinions !!

Well anon since you asked..... (imagine we are hiking together, lol :)

Alright... season one of TNG... well... it wasn’t great. In fact, if it was not a Star Trek show, I’m not sure I would have gotten through it at all. Now I'm not saying that I hated it, in fact there was plenty that i did actually like. But overall it just kinda boring and it was hard to really get into it. Sometimes mediocracy is a worse then just being flat out bad, ya know? To keep things comprehensive, since half of this was written in an RV and the other half is written whilst im on 3 hours of sleep, lets put my review into a nice list of things i did not like, and things i did about season one of TNG

The bad:

-I have talked about this before, but I think my main issue with TNG so far is the extremely awkward vibe it has. Shots linger way too long after characters are done talking. the jokes do not hit most the time. the dialogue is often stilted and awkward. The characters just do not feel real to me at all. It's just very very strange. I don't know if its a problem with the writing, the directing or the producing, or maybe just all three, but overall shit is just awkward all the time. I wish the charecters felt more real. Like yeah, maybe we didn't see much of Sulu in TOS, but they still managed to make him a guy you could imagine yourself meeting at a bar or whatever. what am i gonna go have some drinks with fuckin season 1 William Riker?? Nah, wtf is that bitches motivations and aspirations ?? that he wants to be captain and has blue eyes ?? what i am trying to say is that nothing feels real and no smart ass not because its a fictional sci-fi show, but because the characters all act super weird or literally just do nothing.

-Picard. I’m kind of turning the corner here but like... he just doesn’t do it for me as captain. I feel like since he’s the captain that makes him the “””””main character”””” and yet... what does Picard do? He’s just kinda boring. Like the man doesn’t even always bean down to the planet or whatever. And you guys already know my thoughts on his relationship with Wes... yeah :/ so no, I don’t hate Picard, I just kinda hate that he’s the captain.

-Where is the action ? Am I an old white male boomer for wishing TNG had a little more tits out violence like TOS did. I mean where is the punching? Where is the redshirt deaths and photon torpedos and shit. I need more violence, and I know that’s like, opposite of the message of Star Trek but dammit... more violence!

-Every single thing that happened to Tasha Yar in Skin of evil. I know you know :/ we all know. :/ and mini rant but in the beginning of that episode Worf and Tasha had a cute little moment and I actually thought “wow they would make a good couple actually or at least best buds” but.. well you know :/ too bad. Also I feel like they spent a lot of time trying to set up Tashas backstory and she actually had something interesting going on so like.... again too bad I guess :/

*cough cough*

anyway, here is what i did like:

-despite their awkwardness i do think some of the characters are neat. Geordi has to be my favorite, he just brings such a good vibe to the crew and I think the whole concept of his character is really interesting. I like Worf but I still feel like we don’t get enough Worf time and of course I like Data, tbh I never disliked him but he definitely grew on me more as I watched. Data does have the tendency to make me cringe... but like in the way your weird lovable friends do. And of course Wes, who deserves so much better then all the dumb ass situations they write for him.

-I think they do a good job of making it feel like the Star Trek universe without just copying everything they did in TOS. like its super different from TOS in a lot of ways, but still it feels like the same universe, and maybe even a little more true to the universe. like the prime directive thing is taken a lot more seriously, same with the federation not wanting to resort to violence right away, all that star trek jazz. its still there, its still trek.

-they don't do a bunch of annoying pandering. i feel like nowadays when they come out with remakes or spin-offs or whatever they always have to have a million callbacks like "hey remember this thing you loved?? here it is again exactly the same" because like yeah that is easy and it more fail-proof. like they could have just stuck a vulcan in the main cast, don't tell me you wouldn't have gotten Spock brain and just ate that shit up, but they were like nah and tried new stuff instead. and i respect that. because the callback episode they did do (naked now) kinda fuckin sucked. so good for them for trying to forge their own path.

okay anyway those are my general thoughts. More specifically, here are the epsidoes i think were the very worst

- Encounter at Fairpoint (literally the first episode and i kept checking my watch wondering when it would be over. it should not have been a 2 parter that was way too long. Q was annoying as hell. the main plot was not that interesting. )

- Where No One Has Gone Before (very tedious and hard to sit through. "oh we traveled too far into space.... oh we did it again! haha lol!" boring. did not like that Traveler guy sus as hell.... hated that Picard only made Wes and Ensign after the Traveler said Wes was important.)

-Skin of Evil (dumb stupid dumb)

-The Nuteral Zone ( i dont even want to get into this. i actually think this one stunk the worst and it was the last episode. so many things wrong)

annnnddd the episodes i liked!

- The Last Outpost (Ferengi Ferengi Ferengi Ferengi )

-Haven (how can you not love Lwaxana Troi this episode made me genuinely laugh so many times. lots of very good character moments here)

-Angle One (i really liked the concept of male wife girl boss society i thought it was funny and interesting)

-Conspiracy (i felt like this one actually kept me on my toes. also liked when that dude's head exploded)

annndddd that about sums it up people! was that a comprehensible review? no. was it long? yes. feel free to disagree with me or fight it out in the comments. what are your least favorite episodes from season one? do you agree with my takes here? let me know