#mean!strauss

[fuckingstrange]

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"...don't look at me like that."

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WARNINGS: Workplace verbal abuse, Mean!Strauss, mention of neglectful mother, mention of crying in the bathroom, pet names ("sweet boy"/"sweetheart"), self-insult (I think?), kissing on the neck and lips

WORDS: 1,236

PAIRING: S.R. x m!reader

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You sit at your desk, a small stream of tears pouring down your cheeks from your dead-gazed, tired eyes. Strauss has been yelling at you for the past thirty minutes, somehow only finding more creative ways to make you feel bad about yourself every other sentence. You've been at work for three, maybe four days straight with barely any breaks. Yet, she found out that you took a ten minute break because you were on the verge of a breakdown. JJ's son, Henry, is visiting her on the job and seeing how their bond was the exact thing you hoped for as a child with your own mother just hit the right nerve to push you to tears. You had to take a break, narrowly avoiding the breakdown only because the second you made it into the restroom stall it suddenly felt like you couldn't cry.

Strauss only shuts up when her phone rings, giving you one last "I expect better" before she walks off to answer the call, talking to whoever in the most kiss-assingly gentle tone ever.

You remain staring at the file she slammed on your desk within her rant, there lays a shredded paper within the yellow-tint file that you instantly recognize as the one hand written thing you felt somewhat proud of. Your tears only roll faster, leaving light red stains on your pale cheeks.

Spencer walks up behind you, his hand grasping at the back of your swivel chair before turning you to face him. He puts his curled index finger underneath your chin, slowly pulling your head to look up at him. Your tear-filled gaze full of nothing but exhaustion and dread meets his lovingly worried one. Somehow, you manage to cry even harder at how gentle he is treating you even though he's barely done anything. His gaze softening pulls a soft sob from you as you begin to completely break down.

"please.. please, don't look at me like that." You plead quietly, only to hear the sound of him gently shushing you as he cups the back of your head and guide you to press your face against his abdomen, holding you as you break down. His cardigan muffles the sobs that fall from your trembling lips as you nuzzle your face into him, his fingers beginning to run through your hair as he shushes you soothingly. Though, he isn't telling you to be quiet by any means since it's almost one in the morning, meaning nobody else is here to witness you in your most vulnerable state. thankfully. He is simply soothing you the way you wish you were when you were young, crying probably as hard as you are right now when your mother left you on the doorstep of a Liquor store.

You cry even harder at the memory, your chest contorting as you begin to choke from the sheer force of your sobs. The sound of your strangled cries causes him to bend down to your level, resting his hands on each side of your face as he begins to kiss your tears away, his gentle lips soaking up the salty tears. "My sweet boy.. Shh, I've got you.. I swear, I'll hold you as long as you need me to." He promises, his voice quiet and deep, the gentlest tone you've ever heard. You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your head into his chest as you continue to let out choked sobs. "I'm sorry. m' so sorry." You apologize, merely for nothing, just feeling sorry. Sorry that he has to deal with you in such a state, Sorry that he probably feels like he has to, Sorry that he still ended up having to work overtime to complete his files even though you took on triple the amount just so everybody could get off early to go spend time with their loved ones and families. Though, if you asked him, he'd probably tell you the truth; He's just here to be with you. "You don't have anything to apologize for, sweetheart. You went above and beyond to make everyone else happy, can I do the same for you? Can I try to make you happy?" Spencer asks sweetly, the way he talks to you so.. lovingly, it's making your heart swell with love and shatter at the same time. All you can do is nod your head and move your hands to wipe away your tears, though the man you have the honor of calling yours grabs your wrists and slides his hands into yours, grasping them gently and pulling your hands so he can kiss your knuckles. His soft lips pressed against the knuckles full of small paper-cut like indents of your left hand, the small cuts from when you found out your thumbnail is just long enough that you can pinch your skin and inflict harm without drawing blood, the sight makes the corners of your lips turn up to make that of a small sad smile. He kisses the knuckles on your right hand, no miniscule cuts littered along the skin this time. His lips ghost their way up your arm, and you swear you can feel his warm breath through the fabric of your suit shirt. He reaches your shoulder and begins to place butterfly kisses along it, his hands guiding yours to rest on his own shoulders.

You let out a small sigh of contentment, your head automatically tipping back when his lips reach your neck. Spencer presses a small kiss to the crook of your neck, trailing up and over to where your Adams apple sticks out, seeing the way it bobs when you swallow down some spit. His hands find their way on the back of your head, pressing you into him as his lips press against the bulge of your throat. He gives it a long kiss, exhaling through his nose. He pulls off of it when he feels you tug on his shirt with a needy whine, looking up to meet your pleading gaze. "You want a kiss?" Spencer asks, though knowing the answer before you even nod your head. He leans up, letting his lips meet yours in a moment full of love and care, your eyes slipping shut as you whine into the kiss, wanting him to be impossibly closer. Your small noise pulls a chuckle from the man, his lips unlacing with yours, though he doesn't stray far. His forehead rests against yours as he waits for your eyes to open.

It's a few seconds later but your eyes slowly flutter open, meeting his gaze. "Hey there." Spencer greets with a smile, his hand moving from your hair to your cheek, giving it a gentle caress. "Hey." You whisper back, a smile forming on your face to match his. "..What are you up to?" He asks, both of your smiles only growing at his joke of a question. You lean back with a small laugh. "No longer feeling like I'm dying." You say, a huff of laughter falling from Spencer's perfect lips. "That's good. Means I did something right with that kiss, hm?" The man replies, giving you a quick peck. Your cheeks flush a little red, the smile so big by now your cheeks hurt, but you don't mind. At least they hurt because of him, his love being something you wouldn't care if it killed you.

[lukreziaaa]

“My team? Let me tell you about my team.

Agent Morgan fought to protect his identity, from the very people who could save him. Why? Because trust has to be earned and there are very few people he truly trusts. Reid’s intellect is a shield which protects him from his emotions and at the moment his shield is under repair.

Prentiss overcompensates because she doesn’t yet feel she’s part of the team. She needn’t worry. Every day, agent Jareau fields dozens of requests for our team. And every night she goes home hoping she’s made the right choices.

Garcia fills her office with figurines and color to remind herself to smile as the horror fills her screens. And agent Gideon in many ways is damned by his profound knowledge of others, which is why he shares so little of himself. Yet he pours his heart into every case we handle.

I stand by my actions and I stand by my team.”

[captainuranium543]

I don't edit a lot but season 1 fairy tail means so much to me man genuinely

[sun-stricken]

the kids of fairy tail used to have a behavior chart that lasted like two months before everyone gave up on it, there was like a ceremony everytime someone got to the very top or the very bottom

They had to take it down bc too many people were fucking with it and fighting over what constituted aa good or bad behavior

it returned years later for that generation of people and the same exact thing happened again

[forgorjams]

I showed my friend rdr men and told her to rate them so😭 I'll put the ratings here, maybe I'll do the women next iskidk

Dutch Van Der Linde: 8/10

Arthur Morgan: 7.5/10(an 8 without his facial hair)

John Marston: 8.7/10

Micah Bell: 6/10

Hosea Matthews: 5/10

Javier Escuella: 7.5/10

Bill Williamson: 8/10

Sean Macguire: 0/10

Kieran Duffy: 7.5/10

Added some characters:

Charles Smith: 8 or 9/10

Trelawny: 6.7/10

Reverend Swanson: 7.5/10(gave me the truest hc about him that I'm balling over even tho she has no clue of rdr)

Uncle: 7/10

Leopold Strauss: 4/10(I'm so sorry for comparing you to our other friend Strauss😔)

[floertoer]

[lisannastraussisanangel]

Fairy Tail Headcanons pt 4:

Gajeel still likes to hang out in the rafters of Fairy Tail when he's having bad days or just wants to people watch

English isn’t Reedus’ first language and he often struggles to find the proper words for things. Which is why he chose his magic. If he can’t find the right word, he can at least draw it

Mira holds grudges. She still won’t answer Laxus’ calls because of the one time he shattered a lacrima in her face

Erza is absolutely shredded. Even her abs have abs

Sagittarius is super far sighted and can’t see anything up close

When Natsu makes S-Class he takes Lisanna on his first job because of a promise they made as kids

The Wizard Saints eventually have to retire and select new Saints. They say it’s cause they are getting old but it’s really because the younger gen have gotten way stronger than them

Lucy still keeps in touch with her fathers staff. They basically raised her and she loves them all deeply

Laxus is still really blunt about which members of the guild he likes and dislikes. It’s hard to get on his dislike list nowadays tho

The pirates that helped Erza get to Galuna offer their help to any fairy tail members. None of them are surprised to find out they are ally’s of her

The pirates don’t like Jellal btw. He spent years trying to figure out what he could’ve possibly done to anger them. Only to find out on a job with Erza that they consider him their love rival

[zooophagous]

I was doing warm up sketches and this one got out of hand. It was originally Mr. Strauss but now I think it's just some sort of weird generic pretty boy vampire. Enjoy.

[beargyufairy]

If you need to be mean

Be mean to me

[strawberriesatan]

Imagine: Mirajane picking Elfman up by the scruff like a cat

[naensut]

The original was removed from youtube.

Patricia JANEČKOVÁ - Frühlingsstimmen

[captainuranium543]

Speaking of making literally everything about fairy tail if you where naming ft characters using the warrior cats naming system what are you calling them.

[raebiis]

Being an adult is admitting you’d totally bang all the characters in Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines.

Yes bitch, I said ALL.

[sun-stricken]

Gray & Mira Hcs!

the dynamic (demonic) duo **jazz hands**

* These two are like organized chaos together

* everything perfectly thought out to cause just the right amount of chaos

* They are the biggest instigators

* will lie their asses off to start fights when theyre bored

* Gray has a sensitivity to tears, and Mira can and will play on it at any given moment

* They have the same amount of arrests, its like a game to them, whoever has more wins

* [common conversations involving them]

* Mira: Sorry it took so long to bail you out of jail. 
Gray: No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have used my phone call to prank call the police station.

* Judge: Does the defendant have any special requests? 
Gray: Death penalty. 
Mira, from the gallery: Gray, it’s just a parking ticket. 
Gray, whispering into the mic: Please kill me.

* Mira: It’s nice to be wanted.
Gray: Even if it’s by the law?
Mira: Especially if it’s by the law.

* they are the epitome of “i have a problem” “*sigh* okay, put the body on ice ill be there soon” “ok— wait, no! not that kind of problem!”

* They were TERRORS growing up (still are) and while they weren’t necessarily friends they were like tentative partners in crime

* Mira claimed him as her friend after he tried to fist fight a council member

* at first he didnt fully reciprocate but did a 180 when she got into Erzas face and started a fight with absolutely no fear

* Gray still thinks shes one of the most badass people he knows

* Mira typically cooks for the guild and she will have Grays food ready before he even orders it

* Gray brings her tea from her favorite fancy shops everyday

* They bonded over being (partially) demons

* Mira helped Gray accept and deal with the non-romanticized parts of having demon instincts (gruesome intrusive thoughts, impulsiveness, apathy for humans, volatile moods, etc)

* As a side effect of being a demon, Mira (non transformed) has short talons, fangs, and horns (among other things). She truly loves them

* So when Grays started to grow in she didnt fully understand why he didnt; but she still did her best to comfort and reassure him and sympathize with him

* While she tried to hide her excitement at his physical traits while she was comforting him, Gray noticed and it was that that made him grow more comfortable with them

* They have rant sessions that are completely judgment free where they can talk on and on about their ugliest moments/thoughts, and basically most the things they cant tell others. whether it has to do with their demon side or not

* Miras demon has a constant thirst for mayhem, and Gray (being the instigator he is) will give it to them no questions asked

* in turn when Gray gets into arguments and hes wrong, Mira will update wikipedia pages so hes right

* theyre so passive aggressive towards each other

* When they fight everyone within a 8 mile radius needs to be evacuated, no matter how small the fight looks, they get vicious and it’s terrifying

* if you interrupt them you may as well be signing your death warrant

* They always act like nothing happened when they’re done, leaving everyone tiptoeing around them for weeks post

* Grays phone is on dnd constantly, Mira is one of the only few people that is set to come through

* and the local police station, but thats the same thing

* When Mira doesnt answer his calls he’ll leave incriminating voicemails and wont answer her calls for hours after

[vvatchword]

there are two things I love doing:

writing

making extremely specific playlists for writing to

now, I love classical music, but 9 times out of 10 it is the worst choice for mood music. A lot of pieces are enormous, change gradually over time into something inappropriate, and are also a bit ah... bombastic? over-the-top? Not always appropriate for the writing mood.

but there is one character.

one character for whom almost all of my classical yen might be expressed.

sofia lamb you motherfucking bastard. This feels like a moment for STRAUSS

[achillessleepy]

Aaron 🤝 constantly getting phone calls that lead to him holding someone as they die.