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blueberrypossum · 4 years

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A Bad Romance

Loathsome Leonard x Reader

Another Mud Dogz fanfic? Who would've guessed! I’ve had this idea for a long time but I never could place it with a certain character until Leonard came along and boom! Perfect time to write it! Hope you guys enjoy it!

⚠️WARNING⚠️: This fanfic contains inappropriate language and love tension!

(To make it clear, the reader will be wearing make-up, and anyone can wear make-up! Not just girls!)

Groundhog’s text will be colored pink

Honey Badger’s will be colored green

“What do you mean Prairie Dog is sick?!”

You stood next to Leonard and the rest of the members of the Mud Dogz as you stood outside the DIGG’s apartment, Groundhog and Honey Badger being the ones to answer the door.

“Well we were digging and digging, and did I mention digging?” Groundhog chipped and the three yokai’s next to you death eyed her.

“We dug over a hospital.”

The Mud Dogz let out loud groans and turned to each other, huddling into a tight circle as they tried to come up with another idea to sneak into the banquet. You had told the Mud Dogz a week ago about one of the top aresticats in the Mystic City was coming to their part of town, and that the woman in charge, Miss MacQuoid, a highly sophisticated bird, was in need of entertainment. With the flyer of wanted musicians in your hands, you gave it to Leonard and you both came up with the plan to ask the DIGG band. They got to play and you four got to steal all of the riches that Miss MacQuoid brought with her, it was a win win, until now.

You leaned against the doorframe as your friends continued to chat behind you, their brash and tangled voices barely made it to your ear as another idea cracked inside your head.

“Will you two still be up to perform?”

Groundhog looked up at the grey mutant next to her, her purple eyes wide as saucer pans as if she was trying to make her eyes form the word please. Honey Badger looked down at her friend and then over to you, her claw scratching the back of her hand before she gave a light nod, sending the small groundhog into a fit of squeals.

“Part of DIGG is on to do the gig!”

While the two members of DIGG went back in to tell their lead singer about the situation, you walked back over to the Mud Dogz, a little shock zipped through you to see that they were still trying to come up with a new plan.

“Hey! Why don’t we just make our own band?!”

“Oh sure, while we’re at it, let me just revisit my old High School and go to prom. That rich pigeon would kick us out in a heartbeat.”

“Why do we even need a band, Len?”

“We gotta make sure we have a distraction that won’t stop midway, along with making sure that bird stays in her seat while we’re cracking into her safe.”

“Hey, The DIGGS are doing it.”

The three males looked over at you as you picked the dirt from under your nails, the nonchalant look you gave them created more confusion between them.

“Is Prairie Dog doing it?”

“Nope.”

“But they need a singer.”

“I know, and they got one.”

“And who would dat’ be?”

“Me.”

Leonards’s eyebrows furrowed in disbelief when you announced that you would be the one singing to Miss. MacQuoid. Quiet and timid you, barely saying a word to yokai’s you didn’t know, and didn’t like the attention from a crowd. At least, that’s what the ogre thought you were like, but now, with your arms crossed over your chest and a smug smile molded onto your face, he believed that he was seeing you in a different light.

“You sing, sweetheart?”

You gave a stiff nod and rolled your shoulders, the jacket you wore shifting under the movement.

“Like a canary.”

“Ha! Good one.”

“Look,” you sighed, your hands raising up against you.

“I can sing with Groundhog and Honey Badger while the rest of you do what needs to be done. Got it?”

Leonard was never the type to take orders from anyone else, he could barely take any from Danny or Mickey. Yet you stood proud next to him, your quick mind already working out ideas to help the gang more than he could, but even with all of that self-confidence you had possessed at that moment, you still looked up at him for the go-ahead. And with that, he gave you the nod to continue and you both started to build up a plan.

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Leonard took his seat at one of the multiple dining tables, the suit he wore was rigid against his skin. It was a few days after making the plan and tonight was the night to execute it. While you and him made sure the fancy bird was distracted, Danny and Mickey would sneak into her private room and take every last piece of gold and money she had.

Different species of yokai surrounded Leonard as he took a swig of one of several options of alcohol at the table, his fingers working against the glass as he awaited for Miss. MacQuoid. A large stage stood in front of him, the black floor being leveled a little higher than the tables and the stage extended outward until it was in the middle of the ballroom. The dinner hall was dimly lit with golden lanterns hung on the wall and sat at each table. Voices buzzed around him like flies as he continued to check his watch, his mind accidentally going to you.

He had never heard you sing, not even hum with a tune of a song, and he wondered if you were bluffing or not, but you wouldn’t be the type to put any of them in danger. You were very protective of them once you joined the Mud Dogz, even with you being barely younger than them, you almost took the parent role and made sure that they took care of themselves. The ogre pinched the bridge of his nose as he once again tried to admit to himself that he slightly, barely liked you. He had grown fond of you after getting close, and you somehow got under his shell, and then under his skin like a love virus, taking control over his emotions and his instincts.

What you did to him almost made him angry, because he’s never had these sensations before, even when yokai tried to flirt with him, he just couldn’t do it.

But with you? Maybe.

The congested room of yokai went silent and Leonard looked up at what seemed like a theatre balcony, only that it was barely above the stage or table level. A large and feathery bird strolled into it from its only entrance, her feathers painted different variations of colors that Leonard believed she could be her own rainbow. The elegant dress she wore reeked with vintage and by the boastful bows and string attached to it, Leonard wasn’t surprised at all to find out that she was a hopeless romantic.

Oh jeez you were going to sing a love song to this crowd and he got to watch? He couldn’t tell if he was nervous or amused for what was about to happen.

The buff guards next to Miss. MacQuoid were stern next to her, and Leonard could see they had handguns strapped against their sides. He hoped that she didn’t have those types of guards at her private office and his mind drifted to worry for Danny and Mickey, but his job was to stay here and make sure the parrot watched you perform; he would just have to trust that everything went fine.

The parrot yokai lifted up her left wing, the rows of colors on her feathers were blinding against the light as that one move ordered for the band to begin, disinterest already crossing her face as some of the launters were blown out and the room went dark.

Leonard prayed that everything was fine with you backstage as Honey Badger and Groundhog walked out, their instruments in hand as they got settled on stage.

Groundhog got herself settled behind the drum set while Honey Badger got her electric guitar ready, the usual bass guitarist having to change due to the song and the lead guitarist was sick.

And then the music started.

The dark yokai slammed on the guitar and soon her hot pink-haired friend joined in, her drumsticks beating against different ones that sat in front of her.

A spotlight was turned to the opposite side of the stage and a hooded figure was caught in the dazzling light. Their body was covered with the black cloak as they slowly made their way towards the stage, their figure easily passing the tables as Groundhog and Honey Badger loudly sang the beginning of the chorus.

“Want your bad romance!”

And right after the strange hooded figure started to sing, a mic now in their hands as they continued to walk past the party guests.

“I want your ugly, I want your disease, I want your everything as long as it’s free,” the stranger sang out, almost making every yokai in the room lean back in surprise at the voice behind the hood. Leonard watched as the figure strolled by him, his leg raising up until his ankle landed on his knee, in a comfortable position. Where were you?

The stranger continued to sing to the crowd as they made their way upstage, the cloak they wore barely showing the black boots that they wore that slammed against the plastic material of the stage.

“I want your love.”

“I want your love!”

“Love, love, love, I want your love.”

“I want your love, I want your love!”

The singer grabbed a mic stand that stood near the back of the stage with the other band members, their fingers carefully wrapping around the jet-black pole as they brought it with them to barely stand in front of Groundhog and Honey Badger, dragging it behind them like a limp leg.

“I want your drama, the touch of your hand. I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand.”

The mystery person then pointed out towards the crowd, their finger aiming towards Miss. MacQuoid, who raised a feathery eyebrow in interest.

“I want your love.”

“I want your love!”

“Love, love, love I want your love.”

“I want your love, I want your love!”

The singer still remained a mystery as they placed the mic into the slot of the stand, their voice becoming raspy and on edge as they sang:

“You know that I want you, and you know that I need you. I want it bad, a bad romance!” And right before the singer could get to the screaming continuation of romance, it seemed like Honey Badger had enough of their singer teasing the crowd and pulled the hood back to reveal you.

Leonard felt his head tilt downward in shock at the sight of you. Make-up decorated your face in a stylish manner, your hair done up in a crazy yet slick style to represent a rockstar. Your outfit was still covered by the cloak, but the blank blanket hugged your figure as you strolled closer to the guitarist and the drummer, your voice steadily rising with confidence.

I want your love and I want your revenge, you and me could write a bad romance!”

Soft ‘oh’s’ from the two band members echoed throughout the room as your voice rose with the music.

I want your love and all your lovers' revenge, you and me could write a bad romance!”

And that’s when you hit the long note, your voice blearing into the microphone as the crowd started to cheer, male and female yokai hollering with the bass of the song.

Leonard was still trying to take this all in as he watched you prance around stage, as if you were born to rock. To see you singing one his favorite genre of music and being good at it, he double-checked his drink to make sure it wasn’t doused with something extra. He looked back to fint eh aristocrat leaning forward, her feathers under her beak as she watched you perform with amusement. With the music starting, Danny and Mickey would be breaking into her private office right now, and deep inside of Leonard knew that he was no longer upset that he wasn’t a part of it.

You finished the first part of the song and let the music thunder around you like a storm as the nerve sweats started to be replaced with excitement and the pounding in your body no longer heart. It was actually your idea to come in from a different area than the stage to give the element of surprise, and it seemed to work on the pretty parrot that now stared at you. All those years of choir and going to concerts seemed to pay off as you chanted into the mic you held.

You had spotted Leonard right when you walked into the entertainment room, and the bewilderment on his face was something that will stay with you for the rest of your life. Maybe you should start surprising him more often.

“I want your horror, I want your design, cause you’re a criminal as long as you’re mine” you purred to the crowd, your legs taking you down the long stage. The smoke machines the stage workers had placed around the stage started to spill out grey pools of clouds, the fog swimming around your feet as you made it to the end of the stage.

“I want your love.”

“I want your love!”

“Love, love, love, I want your love.”

“I want your love, I want your love!”

You bent down and leaned in close to the neared guest, her face going beat red as you continued without missing a beat.

“I want your psycho, your vertigo stick. I want you in my room when the baby is sick! I want your love!”

The female yokai rapidly fanned herself as you continued the chorus, the DIGG members behind you pouring their soul into the background verse as they continued to play their instruments, Honey Badger’s tongue was sticking out as she shredded the guitar.

You looked up at the bird yokai and saw that her face was leaning on one of her arms, her other claw playing with her drink with boredom.

Alright, time to crank this up a notch.

“You know that I want you, and you know that I need you. I want it bad, a bad romance!”

And with a loud yell, you ripped off your cloak, revealing the outfit you choose for this concert. The goth-like outfit that covered you shined in the spotlight and the golden gleam of the lanterns, the black and leather almost gave an edge to your demeanor as you raged out the rest of the chorus.

“Caught in a bad romance!”

The ogre’s fingers were tapping against his thigh as you continued to dance on stage, and then his eyes were taking in every detail of your body and clothes as you revealed yourself under the dark cape and now the guests were roaring your name, well the DIGGS name. But they reached out for you as if you were famous, and the way you performed as if it was a walk in the park almost made him laugh. He had to keep himself still so he wouldn’t stand with the rest of the yokai, but it was difficult for him not to join the raised hands of ‘rock and roll’ symbol and to join the entertained crowd. Danny and Mickey would never believe that this way you on stage, Leonard still couldn’t wrap his head around it even with you being at the climax of the song.

The green yokai turned just in time to see Miss. MacQuoid let out a yawn and she whispered something to her bodyguard. Leonard quickly looked back at you, his hands already raising up to grab your attention.

Your eyes rolled over to him and followed his concealed signal up to the theatre balcony, your eyes growing wide to see the rich yokai getting her things ready as if she was leaving.

Crap! Crap! She isn’t entertained, she’s not into the performance! There’s got to be something I could do?! She’s into romance, what else would she want?

You turned back to Leonard as Honey Badger and Groundhog continued to growl the harmony, your mind traveling to an idea that could end horribly, or might end up saving you all.

Alright, Leonard, get ready to have your world rocked.

You kicked one of the small spotlights that were screwed into the stage onto Leonard, his eyes squinting against the bright blaze. Your hands worked against the microphone and pulled the mic out of its hold, your eyes on target as you jumped off the stage.

“I want your love, and I want your revenge. I want your love- I don’t wanna be friends.”

Your hips slowly twisted back and forth as you were inches away from the leader of the Mud Dogz, his eyes expanding in panic. Your hand then hooked under his tie and you lightly pulled him up from his seat, your fingers digging into his tie. You didn’t know if it was the vibration of the music but your body was trembling, the end of your nails clawing at his suit as he towered over you.

“Je veux ton amour, Et je veux ta revanche, J' veux ton amour,” your voice curled with yearn as you released his tie and started to circle him, your eyes looking over at Miss. MacQuoid for a split second, and relief flooded over you to see her eyes locked on the both of you, enjoyment flushed over her face.

“I don’t wanna be friends.”

“I don’t wanna be friends!”

You were twirling around him now, your body pushing into his as you made eye-contact with him and couldn’t help but feel pride rise in your stomach at the red that crossed his face. The fear, and confusion, and the arousal that boiled in Leonard’s stomach was almost too much to bear. Was he supposed to go along with this? Or act dumbfounded? Or kiss you right then and there?!

I don’t wanna be friends.”

“I don’t wanna be friends!”

The perfume/cologne you were wearing was overpowering as you continued to circle him, the leather and rough patches of your clothes tingled against his bare skin and he had to ball his hands into fists to stop them from going to you. Your mouth was agape to sooth out the words of the song and to even think about those lips being against his- wait what were the lyrics to the song again?

“No, I don’t wanna be friends!”

“I don’t wanna be friends!”

I don’t wanna be friends?

You were in front of him now, a seductive smile on your face as you inched yourself closer to him, the smell of mint and sweat lingered on your breath and Leonard couldn’t help but shiver as if it was only you two in the whole room.

“Want your bad romance.”

“Want your bad romance!”

You slipped yourself away from him as you said it, your eyes cutting holes into him as you turned back, as if what you were doing to him didn’t satisfy your appetite.

And as the next lyric was about to slip out of your mouth, he finally saw it. Your make-up, the eyeshadow that was brushed against your eyes was blue, the sapphire was stripped with black of your eyeliner.

“Want your bad romance!!”

“Want your bad romance!”

And with the edge of your fingers you pushed him back into his seat and raced away, your voice now echoing through the crowds, the rich yokai’s were screeching the band name, some were even whistling and letting out holliers as you leapt onto one of the tables, your knees hitting the wooden desk as you cried into the mic. Leonard half-heartedly looked up to find Miss.MacQuoid leaning out of her seat, red blush marking her face as she clapped, her beak opening up to let out cheers as well.

Was..was that part of the act? Or was it a confession?

The “Oh’s” of your song spilled into the dimly lit room, the two otherband members were literally jumping in their spots, their rockstar hearts seemed to play the instruments in their hands as you got off the table. With lustful eyes, Leonard watched as you got back into stage, the music ever so slightly deceased as the smoke started to consume you. Before you could disappear under the silvery clouds, you pointed a finger up to the rich parrot and yelled along with the band.

“Want your bad romance!”

And the stage went dark, the spotlights being turned off by the stage workers and the guests of the party were calling for an encore from the band, and Miss. MacQuoid threw a rose down towards the stage.

The leader of the Mud Dogz swayed back into his chair, his fingers running through his fingers, his lungs were having trouble creating breaths and it seemed that his body couldn’t cool down. He barely felt his phone buzz in his pocket until it happened repeatedly.

His green hand pulled it out and saw a text from Danny, confirming that they had successfully looted the vault and were heading back to the apartment. The last thing to do was to get you and the two other mutants out of here.

Leonard got himself out of his seat and started to prowl past the other guest members, their voices still rising due to the performance. The ogre listened to the rich civilians talk about you, some wanted to meet you, some wanted your autograph, but some were envious of you, some thought you were a sleeze.

A growl built in Leonard’s throat but he continued to the door that led to the backstage. He was glad to find that he had beat any of the yokai’s or Miss. MacQuoid there. He opened the door and snuck past a few of the bodyguards that were stationed back there and he briskly found your changing room and barged in, the door slamming behind him before one of the henchmen could find him.

“Be glad I wasn’t changing.”

Leonard turned to see you sitting in front of a massive mirror, collections of make-up and clothes spilled over the vanity and a tray of water was next to you. Half of your make-up was off, a wipe sat firmly in your hand with the aftermath of it.

“Be glad that I didn’t get caught trying to find you. Where are Groundhog and Honey Badger?”

“I told them to get out while they could, I wanted this off first. I don’t understand how those girls wear it all the time.”

You were out of the strapped leather and back into your regular clothes and familiarity drowned over the ogre to see you back in your style. He eyed the blue that lingered on the other half of your face and he looked down at his wrist, where he had wrapped his bandana that was usually around his head, the blues almost identical.

“Did you have fun singing?”

You turned back to look at him, a smile on your face. Strong, silent, and cautious Leonard now looked like a little boy asking for your autograph. You messed with the make-up that was in your hands as you got up from your seat, your feet taking you over to him.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

Who was this new you? And why did he crave more of it?

Even with the expensive scents this place gave you, he could still make out your scent that he held dear. Your now natural and soft face was close to his, your skin shined with the cleaning wipe and the overshadow of black still lined against your eyes. The lights that hung around the room and the one that collected around the mirror brought out features that Leonard found most endearing about you.

“Yes.”

And then he kissed you.

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koganphrancis · 7 years

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And Now Shameless Slanders The Littlest Milkovich? FUCK YOU

My recap of Season H8 Episode H8

They really had Vee refer to Yevgeny as a “little psychopath”, just to retcon every decent Milkovich that ever was. Completely unnecessary and untrue, and WHERE THE FUCK IS IAN, WHY ISN’T HE IN THIS KID’S LIFE ANYMORE, HE STATED FLAT OUT HE LOVED YEVGENY. Thank goodness there’s a gif of a Henckel flipping the bird to help me through this trying time.

I’ll try to temper my bitterness for the rest of this, but I make no guarantees.

That horrific remark about an innocent child aside, this episode had little to get me riled up over-it was one of the most boring episodes they’ve ever done-every week they seem to outdo themselves on that front.

This piece of shit-pardon me-episode was written by day-to-day showrunner Nancy Pimental and it was either her lame attempt at trying to win Macy that Emmy OR her purposely sabotaging him, because his storyline was the longest and most painfully unfunny this week.

Also it was directed by Emmy Rossum and she gave herself a shit ton of close ups which I suppose is her prerogative and heaven knows the writer didn’t give her much story to shoot.

This week opens with the dog Rusty staring at a still in bed Fiona and kicks off the aforementioned close ups. I still want that dog to be explained-the law isn’t “dogs that have eaten human flesh must be destroyed-unless someone’s willing to take a chance on rescuing them”. Why is there zero fucking research on this show?

Meanwhile, Franny’s screaming but Debs is too busy in the bathroom taking a half dozen pregnancy tests and acting like the world owes her something-that will be her theme throughout the episode, as it has been for the past few seasons.

Nancy tries to capture some of that “all the Gallaghers in one place at one time” magic by having everyone crowd around the bathroom and giving Ian his first spoiled toddler line of the ep, “Guess I won’t shower today-gonna get filthy anyway cleaning that shitty building my sister found for homeless kids.” Whatever that meaningful moment on Ian’s bed was last episode is being forgotten or ignored by this dumbass show. Will it ever be revisited? Who knows.

Lip, who this season is like Mrs. Kravitz on Bewitched and seems to have this compelling need to insert himself into other people’s drama while ignoring his own, volunteers to take Debbie to Planned Parenthood where she again acts like a total bitch who needs a reality check, and where Lip just happens to be there to see Charlie (Snore’s ex) walk in with a very pregnant woman. Such fortuitous timing!

There’s a gross scene of Carl peeing into a toilet between Kassidi’s legs as she sits on the back of the toilet-good god, Nancy, is that what you think the kids are into these days? All I’m gonna say about Kassidi is that she’s exactly like Sammi only younger and even more charmless. Whoever the fuck thought the show needed that vibe back needs to be fired. And I get that Carl is supposed to be thinking with his self-inflicted deformed dick, but, really? After seeing his father and Monica over the years, plus living with Sammi for a bit, he wouldn’t know enough to run from that type of chick?

Frank has this totally convoluted “only on Shameless” business venture going where he’s going to smuggle immigrants who feel unsafe in the USA over the Canadian border and bring back his car loaded with prescription drugs. Sure, Frank. Anyway, the only scene of note in the many long and boring scenes he got this week is when he’s listing talented Canadians-and when he DOESN’T say “Noel Fisher” we all hear it anyway and laugh at this lame show for letting all that talent go. Assholes.

Instead of recycling Mickey’s shirts this week, the show does something even more stupid: they use the VFW hall where Mickey got married as the new youth shelter AND they use the basement where Mickey and Ian banged before his wedding as the food bank Debbie goes to! Okay, Cam, I gotta say, that’s a version of audacious-reminding us of those classic Mickey moments the show can’t come close to having using any of the characters they’ve kept on.

Speaking of Mickey (not that the show ever does), Nancy tries to recreate some of that old Mickey magic with having Terror call Ian a “Negative Nellie” when he bitches some more about the new youth shelter. Pinning nicknames on Ian is a Mickey thing only-why are they constantly reminding us of the gaping holes that losing Noel has left?

Anyway, here’s how Nancy tried to bring some shit talking South Side back into the show: Ian: This place is a dump. Terror (to Geneva): Don’t listen to Negative Nellie he’s still mad about the church. I: (sarcastic) Ye-ah, cuz you got pity fucked by my sister with this building. T: (imitates Ian) Ye-ah-and she was really good.

Side note-can you imagine Ian ever trying to joke with Mickey about him fucking his sister? Sheesh.

I: I bet-she’s great at getting what she wants and screwing everybody else.

WTF? Has Nancy ever seen the show? Fiona always winds up screwing herself over. I’m not a huge fan of Fiona’s big sister act, but even I can admit she sacrificed a lot for her younger siblings and never did things to screw them while advancing herself. The thing Ian should be mad about is Fiona’s comments about Mickey-and even then she didn’t screw Mickey or Ian, she just said some stupid shit that Ian didn’t have to listen to.

Anyway, Geneva tells Ian and Terror about the gay conversion church, so now I know taking on organized religion wasn’t what Ian referred to as “larger concerns”. One of the youths tried to commit suicide after being subjected to it, so Ian and Terror go visit him and the kid holds up his bandaged wrists and asks if they like his hot wristbands and even though it’s canon that Ian witnessed his mother moments after she slit her wrists and Terror spent his prom night in an emergency room because he slit his, neither of them bat an eye or react in any way to the kid’s injuries.

Emmy throws in a way too long scene of Fiona dancing around in her underwear (after more way too long Frank scenes). Again it amazes me how this show just recycles the same shit over and over-anyone remember Fiona’s happy dance in the church she went to check out for her and Sean to get married in?

Ford catches her in the act and entices her to go out and look at Chicago architecture with him-I want the jobs that either of them have where they have all the free time in the world to lollygag. And why is the show wasting all this time on all this crap in one episode? Paint drying on those historic buildings would’ve been more interesting to watch than this hour of television.

At the end of their tour, Ford shows her the inside of a house he’s working on (all by himself, apparently, I guess he doesn’t work with a crew) and asks her to lie down on an improbably placed mattress and she’s a tad hesitant at first, but when she does it, he points out art on the ceiling to her. She’s impressed with its beauty and then starts making out with Ford in a total recreation of Ian with Faileb and thinking that guys who show any bit of interest in them as people must want to fuck them. It was stupid with Faileb, it’s stupid with Ford.

There’s a scene somewhere along the line with Kev and Vee that’s bordering on spousal abuse-I really wish they’d end this “Kev grows some balls” idea immediately. "Big neanderthal man” is not a thinking person’s idea of an ideal partner.

Ugh, now for more of the Ian crap. He goes home and asks if they have a Bible laying around. He finds one, and the next day-THE VERY NEXT DAY-he and Terror go to the gay conversion church and Ian gets into a Bible quoting match with the pastor/minister/whatever he is. I’m sure Cam was hard as a rock thinking he was coming off like Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction, but the movie character I was thinking of was Rain Man-how else could he have memorized several Bible passages overnight unless he’s some sort of idiot savant?

Terror is basically an Ian accessory in the scene-a backpack or a briefcase or a Trapper Keeper, holding Ian’s Bible for him until he needs it. And the whole, “We’ll probably be banging again soon” right after Terror calls himself Ian’s ex was stupid-not funny or sexy, which I bet was what good old Nancy was going for.

Cut to a scene of Snore getting a bit of a story thread that they probably originally kicked around for Mandy, and she has the triggering line that she’ll “run away to Mexico” if her father is released from prison. Sure, Snore, whatever.

Then there’s the scene where Kev is trying out his domineering dick act for the second time this ep on Svetlana, and Vee gets turned on and hands Yev over to Svetlana calling him that P word. Fuck you, bitch. I hope Svetlana is scheming to fuck Kev and Vee over big time-they have a scene where it looks like Svet’s doing that, but with this show, who knows if it’ll be alluded to again?

In the time it took Ian and Terror and the refugees from the gay conversion church to walk to the youth shelter, a video a person recorded at the church on her phone has been uploaded to You Tube and Geneva tells Ian it has a thousand hits already-cuz, yeah, Nance, that’s how the You Tube works. Homeless kids working to clean up a dilapidated building have their iPhones turned on to get alerts whenever a video that has anything to do with gays gets posted to YT and they all drop everything and watch it.

The only other thing I want to mention is the preview for next week-they show a quick clip of Ian and Terror pulling their shirts off that’s a ripoff of Mickey and Ian’s first time, a shot of Ian watching Terror asleep next to him in his bed where he’s awkwardly as fuck touching his face, and then a clip of Ian saying, “Kinda nice-us being a thing again.” (WHAT HAPPENED TO GET OFF MY PORCH, DICK???? But I digress.) Terror answers, “Jury’s still out.” Well, if by jury he means FANS, we handed down our verdict a long time ago.

I wonder if the show is trying to set up them finding their way to be a “true” couple (GAG), and then “tragedy” will strike and pull them apart when Ian gets arrested and they think it’ll be poignant and painful for the fans, when actually we’ll be cheering and yelling, “Throw Ian in prison for 15 years, bitches! Throw away the key and don’t have anyone visit! Have Terror say it’s too painful for him to see him behind glass like that!!!!”

But then again, this show is so inconsistent maybe that’s not where they’re headed at all. Maybe they just think Ian needs the chase to stay interested, and for some misguided reason the writers think that’s what the fans want to see.

We really, really don’t, though.

And I can’t say it enough: Fuck this show for that line about little Yev. It seemed like another very deliberate slap to the face of Mickey Milkovich fans everywhere.

#Spoilers #Recap #TW: mentions of attempted suicide #Season H8 Episode 8 #They didn't even try to disguise Mickey's wedding hall #Or the basement for that matter-altho they did at least shoot that from a different POV #But the columns holding up the ceiling the high windows and the big square tiles on the floor are very distinctive

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No One Hurts Daddy’s Princess

Fluffy Daddy Ro just because it’s Sunday!

Roman meant what he said to Koda, he had made the necessary calls and was waiting impatiently. Just as he got ready to pull out of the driveway, Koda cake running out to his truck in black basketball shorts, Jordan’s and tank.

“Do you know where he is, pop?” Koda asked still trying to shake the sleepiness off.

“Pretty sure he’s still at that hotel so that’s where we’re going,” Roman explained focusing in the road ahead. “If he’s not there then we keep looking til we find him.”

Koda didn’t have to be told what went down between his sister and Mikey. The anger on Roman’s face was enough. He didn’t want Haleigh going out with that guy anyway.

Reaching the hotel, Roman jumped out with his mini me right behind him. Jimmy, Jey, Tama and their sons were already there waiting for Roman and Koda. Their sons and Koda were all around the same age. Jey’s youngest son, Jordan, being the baby of the male cousins at eighteen years old. Tama’s oldest son, Jasper, the leader, at twenty-four.

“Aye, Uce. Jordan say he knew what room they in.” Jey informed them draping an arm around his son’s shoulder.“Grab the key and we’ll meet up by the elevator." Roman nodded telling Jordan to follow him.

The group stood in front of Mikey’s hotel room waiting for him to answer. He had smith’s thirty seconds before Roman used the key he had gotten from the woman at the front desk.

"He might not be in here but we’re gonna check,” Roman whispered letting them in.

The living area was empty, quiet with every light inside on. Roman and Tama went towards the bedroom in search of the eighteen year old boy. Luckily (or unluckily), Mikey was knocked out in the bed with most of his prom tux still on. Tama flipped the lights on while Roman snatched the boy out of the bed.

“What’s going on? What’s happening?” Mikey sputtered confused.

“I told you I would get your lil ass if you harmed my Princess. I also told you her brother, uncle and cousins would get after your ass, ” Roman spat dropping the boy on the floor. “I make good on my promises, boy.”

“Yall come on in here,” Tama yelled from his spot beside the door.

Mikey’s eyes grew wide seeing the large men file into the room. He didn’t really take Roman’s threat seriously, he just figured Roman was being an overprotective parent.

“Please don’t hurt me. I’m sorry, I thought she was cool wit it.”

“My niece said no. It doesn’t matter what you thought.” Jimmy argued stepping closer to him.

“I told you not to bring my sister here,” Koda reiterated cracking his knuckles. “So now I gotta break ya lil ass in half. You tried my sister and I don’t appreciate that, Mickey.”

“It’s Mikey,” He answered weakly.

Koda’s right first collided with Mikey’s face. Koda is every bit of his father’s child. Short temper and over protective. The men watched on as the young boy spit out blood. “Did I ask you to speak? Your weak ass better hope you remember your own name after we’re done.”

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Roman woke up after noon the next morning. It had been a long time since he had to put on work that way. He honestly hadn’t had a real fight since the kids were still in Koda was in middle school. After his shower, he made his rounds to his kids’ rooms. Koda was sprawled across his bed face timing with a friend from school. Roman shook his head and laughed as he turned to leave the room after hearing him explain the bruises on his knuckles. He knocked on Haleigh’s door before going in, she was sitting on the floor painting her nails and watching the Style network.

“You alright, Princess?”

“Fine, Daddy. Mikey texted me to say sorry.”

Roman’s only response was a grunt. He stared down at his daughter with as much of a genuine smile as he could. So, the boy could listen after all, he thought to himself.

“But I told him to kick rocks and blocked his number. I don’t know why I wasted my time on him.”

“It’s a lesson learned, Princess. I’m just glad you’re alright.”

“Love you daddy,” she said focusing on her nails.

“Daddy loves you too.”

Roman left her to finish to go find his wife. He wanted to believe that she didn’t know what he had done but he knew better than that. He found her sitting out on their deck, with a book in her hands and reading glasses on the tip of her nose.

“Come sit,” she demanded without looking up.

Roman sighed a bit as he sat beside her on the wide swing. He grabbed her feet that were tucked under bet and put them in her lap. When they first met, Roman wasn’t fond of feet but now he would rub her feet whenever she asked.

“Your hands … what happened?”

Roman started rub the sole of her right foot trying to find the right lie. “Koda wanted to spar a little. We got a little rough. It’s all good though, beautiful.”

“You and Koda, huh,” she questioned more looking up from her book. “It wouldn’t have anything to do with what Hae told me about prom, would it?”

“No. I didn’t do anything to Mickey.”

“You shouldn’t lie to your wife, Roman. Especially not when she knows everything.”

“How’d you know?” He couldn’t help but laugh. After all these years he couldn’t figure out how she always knew.

“Because your son has called about four people and told them. You know he’s just like you, he can’t whisper for shit.”

“Swear,” He pointed out jokingly.

She laughed slapping his arm with the back of her hand. “Oh shut it, Reigns. They’re grown now and I know you have Koda around here cursing like a sailor.”

“Are you mad?”

“Nope. I was going to send you after him anyway.”

They say quietly enjoying each other’s presence. After the summer break Haleigh would be gone away to college and it would be just them again.

“I know you’re knocking on forty and I’m already through the door,” He laughed, “But what do you say if I asked about havin’ another baby?”

“I’d say how fast can you get your kids out of here so we can start on one.”

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No One Hurts Daddy’s Princess

Daddy Ro just because it’s Sunday!

“Do you know where he is, pop?” Koda asked still trying to shake the sleepiness off.

“Pretty sure he’s still at that hotel so that’s where we’re going,” Roman explained focusing in the road ahead. “If he’s not there then we keep looking til we find him.”

Koda didn’t have to be told what went down between his sister and Mikey. The anger on Roman’s face was enough. He didn’t want Haleigh going out with that guy anyway.

“Aye, Uce. Jordan say he knew what room they in.” Jey informed them draping an arm around his son’s shoulder.“Grab the key and we’ll meet up by the elevator.“ Roman nodded telling Jordan to follow him.