Angry Prince 🔥 Clip From Echo 3, E1, Michiel With Luke Evans (sound On)

Too right.

"Why do you like them? Their old and, well old. You should like guys your own age, like normal people. You know? It would be better for you. Like how can you find them attractive? You should just stick to younger men."

Why? O.O Why would I do that when there's...

...this...

...this...

...this...

...this...

...this...

...this...

...this...

...this...

...this...

...this...

... gorgeousness.

And what ever gave you the idea that just because I love all of the above I can't also love younger men? Younger and older women? What ever got it in your head that my love and appreciation begins and ends at older men? O.O

Are you sure your head is screwed on right?

What ever gave you the idea you have a right to comment on another person's preferences (as long as it's not harmful or illegal, what's it to you?)?

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Makin’ Waves - Fraser x Reader (Black Sea)

Part 3 of #TheRetcon:  Quit Breaking Up With Me / Keep The Girl

GIF CREDIT: X

Author’s Note: I’ve been mentioning my GIF usage a lot lately but… I really LOVE this one. I mean like… I can just think about lying with him and just that quiet understanding staring… and then talking to each other and I just…  I’m sorry! I Digress! Here we are! Part 3 of 4!  Disclaimer: I own nothing from Black Sea / I mixed up about 5 different places for where they are on holiday but it’s solidly based on Marbella  Premise: Back from Russia with a hefty amount of Gold, Fraser begins to decide how to spend it. The answer is obvious… Words: 7890 Warnings: Pre-Amble / Sex (Edges into Smut maybe a little) / Swearing 

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Short AU one shot where Charles and Erik do not have powers. Charles is a psychiatrist and is trying to get the reader (Erik's sister and a police woman) to open up to him about a traumatic event in her past.

Charles reaches out and touches your hand across the table, you look up at him and he holds your gaze "Just talk to me Y/N, it's my job, I can help. I want to help." You wipe a tear from your eye and look away. "Charles, please stop. I appreciate that you are trying to help, really I do, but you can't. No one can." You get up from the table and go to refill your glass from the large, but almost empty, bottle of gin on the counter.

Charles isn't about to give up that easily. He knows about your past of course, Erik had told him years ago of your Mother's suicide and that you had been the one to find her body when you were only 15, but you never spoke of it. On the face of it, you had overcome the tragedy well. You appeared strong, confident, self assured and, above all, happy. You laughed, joked and seemed, not unfeeling, but unphased by the horrors you encountered at work. You shrugged off the pressure and stresses of your job as though they were a coat that you could simply put on and take off as you pleased. Most would never guess that you had ever experienced such sadness, perhaps maybe even Charles wouldn't have realised had he not already been aware. But he had seen it. Every once in a while, beneath the smiles and the happiness, he could see the pain. These moments were short lived and you would quickly recover your composure in time to deflect his questions. You were infuriatingly good at it in fact. He had never known anyone so skilled in avoidance. But this time was different. This wasn't a fleeting glance at the pain that simmered below the surface. This was raw and unchecked emotion.

"Y/N, I can help you. But you have to talk to me."

Still with your back turned, you slam the glass back down on the counter. "Why can't you understand?! I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to be helped... I don't deserve it... I..." your words falter.

"You don't deserve help? Why would you think that?"

Your shoulders sag and you suddenly seem to Charles so small and vulnerable. You let out an almost imperceptible sob and say quietly "Because I didn't stop her."

This admission strikes him like a hammer to the chest. He realises that you blame yourself. He feels tears pricking in his own eyes. He knows how that feels, the torture of believing that you are responsible for the death of another. "What happened to your Mother, what she did, it isn't your fault. You were a child Y/N, and there was no warning, no reason. How could you possibly have prevented it?"

You turn to face him, tears streaming down your cheeks "I didn't find her after she had killed herself Charles, I saw her. I knew what she was going to do..... I didn't stop her....."

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