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Just a little something for those of you who were nice enough to vote in my poll earlier đ
It should have been the best day of your life, but you couldnât have been more miserable if you tried.
A drink, or four, wouldâve been the easiest and quickest way to deal withyour problem. Everyone else seemed to think it was a great idea, if the rise in noise, heat and general claustrophobia in the banquet hall was anyindication. Clearly your guests were appreciative of the open bar theFalcones had so generously provided.
But try as you might, you hadnât been able to take more than a sip or two of your champange since Carmine had made his first toast.
Even the little youâd had had made your stomach turn, though it was hard to say if that wasbecause the drink didnât agree with youâŚor because you were finally comingto terms with being married off to one of the most notrious crime familes in Gotham.
âYâalright, sweetheart?â
The sound of Ozâs voice, rough after years of shouting and a penchant for cigars, shook you from your gloom.
âIâm okay,â you said, only just loud enough to be heard over the loud jazz music filling the room âI justâŚâ
âNot enjoying your Baccala?â
You glanced at the plate in front of you, where youâd been cutting up and pushing around pieces of fish fillet for the better part of half an hour. Normally you couldnât get enough of traditional Italian cuisine, but you were struggling to see what was so wonderful about chopped anchovies and dried codfish.
âYeah,â you replied, a little sheepishly âI mean, itâs nice but not really something Iâm used to, yâknow?â
This got a laugh from Oz, who shook his head and shifted his hand fromwhere it had been resting on your knee to gently wrap his fingers aroundyours. His rings were cold against your heated skin, the newly added wedding band bumping against the one that now adorned your own ring finger.
âAh, no need to be so polite, doll. Honestly, between you and me, whoever made this cheaped out on the parmensean, and the shit wine pairing they got isnât doing it any favours. I mean, what kind of moron picks red to go with fish?â
You nodded, choosing to the safety of silent ambiguity rather than risk an outright lie and get caught. The only times in recent memory you hadnât been eating a near constant diet of Top Ramen and PB&Js had been whenyouâd attended business dinners with Falconeâs people.
Even then, the men at those events had been far less interested in discussing wine ettiquette with you and much more focused on trying to peer down the front of your dress.
âThey should be bringing the main course around any minute, though if you arenât big on veal thereâs always dessert. You got a sweet tooth, honey?â
The way Oz was looking at you, brown eyes wide and sincere, his head tilted to the side like he actually cared about what you had to say, was enough to make something long dead inside your chest stutter to life. He hadnât said anything particularily scandolous, but every time he spoke to you, your cheeks grew uncomfortably warm.
âYeah, I do, every since I was a kid.â
Ozâs whole face lit up, his gold teeth flashing cheerfully in his wide grin. You felt him squeeze your hand under the table, his palm warm and calloused.
âHey, thatâs great! I donât mean to brag or nothing, but between you and me Iâm not too bad of a cook. Italianâs my speciality, though if you tell me some of your favourites Iâll try to learn them all when you move in, eh?â
You tried to give Oz a faint smile in return, the motion as alien and uncomfortable to you as an ill-fitting mask. There hadnât been much worth smiling about in your life for a good, long while, though it seemed like Oz was doing what he could to change that.
âI like crepes.â You offered, âWith lots of strawberries and whipped cream. And zuppa. My Mom would make that for us on our birthdays, when she was still alive. And carbonara. Sheâd make that on Sundays. Stracciatella too sometimes, though that might be kind of plain compared to what you usually have.â
âNah, thereâs nothing wrong with the classics. You have good taste, sweetheart. God, youâre gonna love Rome. I havenât been for a coupla years, but last time I went I found this little hole in the wall kind of place that serves a carbonara so good itâll knock you clean into next week.â
Rome. You tried to imagine it. Descending the steps of a private jet, Oswaldâs arm wrapped around your waist, the two of you bathed in rich, Mediterranian sunshine. Worlds away from Gotham, from the misery that had seeped into every corner of your pathetic little life.
Could it really happen? Could it really happenâŚto someone like you? Far more likely, youâd take two steps onto the runway, manage to find the only crack in the pavement around for miles and break the heel off the thousand dollar shoes Oz had so graciously bought you before falling flat on your face.
You opened your mouth to try and steer the conversation back to more comfortable territory, when a voice from behind cut you off short.
âSorry, Mr. Cobblepot, can I borrow this one for a minute? Itâs my last night to dance with my baby sister before you steal her away, and I donât wanna miss that chance.â
To an outsider, you knew how this would seem. Antonio, doting brother, stepping in to give his little sister some relief from the big, bad criminal she was sold off to. Taking what little opportunity he could to be close to her one more time, before their respective worlds shattered.
But someone paying closer attention wouldâve noticed the way Antonioâs thumb pressed against the base of your neck as he clutched your shoulder, how the pressure of it had your breath coming in frantic little gasps and how you were twisting and shrinking into your seat to try and get away.
Thankfully, Oz was paying attention.
âI donât know pal, it doesnât seem like the Missus is feeling too well, yâknow? I think Iâve been letting her indulge a little too much, maybe you should let her sober up a bit, eh?â
As if to help punctuate his point, Oz reached out and gently took hold of your wrist before guiding your arm out from under the table. He then gave you a playful tap across the back of the hand he was holding, as though you were being scolded. The movement was so light, so quick, it was more like a kissthan a real admonishment.
You watched the whole show with guarded eyes, your confusion about your new husbandâs motives tangling up with the terror your brother inspired.
âBad girl,â Oz said, giving your brother a wide grin as he let your hand drop âYou never told me your sister was such a wild one, Antonio. Sheâll keep me on my toes.â
Laughter, as dry and crackling as flames over dead leaves, echoed by your ear. You had to physically fight back the urge to flinch at the sound, opting instead to bite the inside of your cheek so hard that white starbursts danced in front of your eyes while blood poured across your tounge.
âIf youâll excuse me saying so, sir, â Antonio shot back âI raised her better than that. Course, even with all my teaching she often forgets herself. Forgets her place. I figured Iâd do you a favour and remind her one last time before the nightâs over. To honour and obey, right tesoro?â
You turned your gaze to Ozâs face, knowing if you so much as caught a glimpse of your brother, youâd burst into tears. The other manâs expression was unchanged, still grinning at the two of you like everyone was in on the joke.
In spite of his smile, something flashed in the depths of his dark irses, turning them from the warm brown of cocoa to the hard, unfeeling blackness of ashpalt. Under the table, you could feel his hand move from your knee to slightly further up your thigh, stopping to give you a soft squeeze over the fabric of your dress.
You nipped at your bottom lip, and stared down at your untouched plate in front of you, as though your neglected appetizer had all the answers. The thumb at your neck pressed down even harder, making your head swim with more than just hesitant thoughts.
âPlease,â you said, the word coming out choked and desparate âPlease, sir. Heâs my brother. HeâsâŚall I have left. Canât I at least have a few minutes?â
Ozâs eyes narrowed as he considered your plea, the only outward sign that he knew he was being pissed on by someone who was trying to tell him it was raining. However, instead of calling out your lie, he took a long drag on his cigar, slowly exhaling smoke before reaching up to stroke your cheek with the knuckles of his free hand.
âAlright baby, you can go. But only for this next song, alright? You get too worn out now and you wonât be much good to me later tonight.â
Hi, most people post something to indicate their age in their bio, even if its just "not a minor" not having your age posted won't get you completely blocked, but I will "soft block" ie. block and unblock you so you can't technically follow. This is for my own peace of mind rather than anything else, since I don't want to have anyone coming at me claiming I'm trying to share explicit content with those underage.
Basically, I intent to post explicit fics in the future and write fics that contain adult themes now, so this is my version of the "you must be 18 or older" button they have on some websites. If people want to lie or not include their ages that's up to them, but I'm going to cover my ass as best I can.
Share a headcanon for one of your favourite ships or pairings
Okay. Going to just show my whole ass as a filthy anime fan and also apologies if anyone wanted a pairing for characters I actually write for but I have got MHA brainrot bad anyway.
So, these two? Gentle and La Brava?
One of my all time favourite couples in the history of like almost any villain pairing ever. I love how obsessed they are with each other and how devoted and accepting their love is. Something about two people rejected by everyone but each other is always going to suck me in without fail.
Anyway, my headcanon for these two is that La Brava cannot cook or bake to save her life. She tries so so so hard, especially because Gentle has such refined tastes, but the most she can do is make a decent cup of tea and pour hot water into instant ramen. Gentle on the other hand is very skilled in the kitchen, and uses that to keep his beloved La Brava well fed.
Still, there are times where Brava wants to show her appreciation for Gentle by taking over the cooking, especially when he's busy or tired. Usually this results in several smoke alarms going off, and something resembling charcoal briquettes as an end result. Obviously anything Brava makes is inedible, but Gentle will still eat it with a huge smile and nothing but compliments for his darling.
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This is really specific and stupid and I know we just sent you this video in the group chat but it's this one by Broadway Barbra. She's seriously such a gem of physical comedy and one-liners, but this specific video always makes me laugh so much. It's the reason "go piss up a rope" is one of my go to insults, both in joking and serious contexts.
Another one that comes to mind is the whole "raise your handt" audio that's been going around Tik Tok as well. I say "raise your hand" a lot at my job so it's nice to have those little laughs about it throughout the day.
So sorry these are both from TikTok I promise I don't spend any time on there but my husband will show me things and I am not immune to Facebook reels either.
đ§Š-what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?
Thereâs not a whole lot, mostly it comes down to readability and if your trigger warnings are tagged or not. I appreciate the hell out of people who take the time to make sure their fics are formatted in a way thatâs readable ie. basic understanding of punctuation, appropriate paragraph breaks AND who tag all their shit beforehand.
Iâd say one thing thatâs majorly changed for me is I used to not read first person fics ie ones where the reader is written as âIâ though thereâs been a few that have made me come around.