#Listen I just want my boy to be understood on his own team

[iceandpeaches]

Hii I was hoping you could do a Luke castellan and Dionysus reader and the iconic line of “But Daddy I love him!” Imagine that Dionysus doesn’t approve of it at first and makes sure that reader and Luke don’t have activities together and it’s miserable for Luke, so Luke goes up to Dionysus makes him listen to him and Dionysus let’s them be together but threatens him but none the least let’s them be together! It could be a angst to fluff

(Sorry if I rambled!)

ohhhh this is good i lurv it! i hope u like it!

but daddy, i love him!; luke castellan

it was great that your father, lord dionysus was the director at camp half blood. when you first came, you were claimed almost immediately since he recognised you. weird claiming, but whatever.

you would often spend time with your father, given his frequent presence at camp. it would’ve been odd not to be close to him. but there was someone else who wanted to be close to you too. luke castellan never understood why and how a demigod could love their father like you did. he found it rather fascinating, since he didn’t really like his own father much.

so at every opportunity he could, whether it be sword fighting training or just at the campfire he’d try to talk to you… which pissed off dionysus. he didn’t want his only daughter, his little girl, to be taken away by the charming hermes boy. he despised the thought of it.

from that day onward, dionysus made sure that the hermes cabin had no activities that clashed with his own cabin. he made sure that the dionysus cabin teamed up with teams other than the hermes cabin for capture the flag. he did all he could to keep luke castellan away from his darling daughter.

it infuriated you, a simmering frustration bubbling within as you observed the repeated efforts of your father to keep luke at arm's length. each instance felt like a slap to the face, a reminder of the barriers created between you and someone who sought nothing but your company. you couldn't understand why your father was so adamant about keeping you apart, especially when you wanted to get to know luke.

you saw how at every opportunity, your father seemed to push away the hermes boy’s opportunity to talk to you. you saw how miserable the boy seemed, his eyes wandering to yours before breaking eye contact with you. you sigh, getting up from your table to talk to your father who sat with the satyrs.

“daddy, why are pushing luke away?”

“it’s simple, sweetheart. i can’t have my little girl swooned by handsome jerk.”

“you don’t even know him, daddy.”

“neither do you, y/n.”

your brows furrow, with your arms crossed against your chest. you had told your father previously about your admiration toward the boy, which was probably why there was a change in his attitude.

“but daddy, i love him!”

you exclaimed, luke watching you bicker with your father from a distance before watching you storm off. wonder what they were talking about. it hurt luke to see you upset, but he did notice that your father was staring in his direction. yeah.. they definitely talked about me.

luke felt the need to talk to the god about it. he couldn’t bear being so close yet so far from you. he hated that he couldn’t be the guy you laughed with. he got up from the hermes table, making his way toward the camp director.

“lord diony–“

“you may take your leave. i don’t wish to speak to you today.”

“i’ll get you a sauvignon 1992?”

“although that sounds delicious right now, still no.”

the god walked off to find his daughter, giving up after about 5 or so minutes then retreated to his sleeping quarters. luke on the other hand, was hatching a plan to persuade dionysus. he had to get him to say yes somehow.

for luke, the next few days was full of pestering the god. for dionysus, the next few days would be some he dreaded most. he saw luke’s face first thing in the morning and last thing at night. at this point, luke was going to beat chiron’s record of being in his face at all times.

luke finally got the time to sit down with dionysus one to one after curfew, after countless times of offering him a wine he stole while out in the city.

“sir, about your daughter.”

“so this is about my daughter, huh? you’ve been a real pest all day about it.”

“let me date court her, please.”

dionysus took a sip of the wine, savouring the sweetness of the dark red liquid. he hummed, swirling it in his glass.

“prove that you’re good enough for my daughter.”

“prove.. prove it?”

“you heard me bucko.”

the following day, luke did things he thought would prove his worth to dionysus. he helped out with tasks he usually wouldn’t take up and kept his day extra busy. by the end of the day, luke had done everything at camp. there wasn’t anything else he could’ve possibly done to prove himself, right?

“luke, my table.”

he heard a familiar voice speak, turning to see you which caused him to smile. he just hoped he didn’t look too foolish. he followed you to your table, sitting across from you and dionysus who was already for you both.

“okay, my blessing is given to you to court my daughter.”

wait.. it was that easy? dionysus stared down the hermes boy, his daughter practically giggling and blushing beside him.

“you better not break her heart kiddo. if you do, you’ll be shovelling pegasus poop for the rest of your time at camp.”

luke had no desire to for the rest of his time at camp shovelling poop, not like he would break your heart anyway. he had spent so much time trying to get your father’s blessing, so why would he break the heart of the only girl he envisioned his life with?

“yes sir.”

“alright alright go before i change my mind.”

dionysus flicked his wrist in a shooing motion, luke grabbing your hand and bringing you over to the hermes table.

a/n: i know the threat isn’t that serious but… personally i wouldn’t want to shovel poop…

[theemporium]

❤️ 47 with charlos!!

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

47. “You heard me. I want you to sit on my face.”

.

It already felt like too much. 

You knew your boys well. You knew sometimes they just needed to let out, that they just needed to pace the room and rant their hearts out until their throats were raw, their voices were raspy and the exhaustion made it easy to crawl into bed and curl into each other before they eventually fell asleep. Sometimes, they just needed to know they had someone on their side, someone who had their back, someone who understood the disappointment without any conditions or expectations. 

And sometimes, they needed an outlet for their frustrated, bottled up emotions. 

You knew it was that kind of night when you saw Charles climbing out of the car, his lips turned down and brows furrowed once he pulled his balaclava off. Carlos was no better, his face blank and stoic as he went through a few more debriefs with the team before both boys were allowed to head back to the hotel for the night. 

It was no surprise to you that Charles wanted you instantly. He was annoyed and impatient and had this restless energy inside him that he desperately wanted to rid himself of. He was tugging at his own clothes, tugging at yours, kissing you feverishly and passionately until you were moaning helplessly into his mouth.

You expected the same of Carlos, but he just sat back and watched you both.

Charles had his hands all over you, touching and caressing and squeezing, until you were begging for him inside you. Until you were panting against his mouth, your thoughts incoherent and your sentences just random, desperate babbles. You were practically moaning with relief once he had you on all fours on the bed, face pressed against the sheets when he finally slid inside of you. 

He was relentless with his pace. His hands were squeezing your hips so tight, you almost hoped they would bruise. The groans and grunts he let out felt primal, needy, desperate. He couldn’t get enough of you, of your moans and begs, of your walls clenching around him. 

This was what he needed. 

You were seeing stars by the time you came, chest heaving with pants and body practically melted into the mattress beneath you. Your legs felt weak and shaky, a warmth of something overwhelming and pleasurable washing over you as you felt his hands soothe over your ass before he finally slid out. 

You were so fucked out that you barely heard what Carlos said.

“What?” You breathed out, feeling a bit dumb when the older boy only grinned in response. 

“You heard me. I want you to sit on my face,” Carlos repeated, his voice smooth and steady like he was asking you to pass him the salt. It made your head spin a little. 

“I–” You started, suddenly hyper aware of the way you were lying on the bed, the way Charles was still settled behind you and holding your hips up, the way you were leaking his come down your thighs. “But—”

“I want to taste you both, mi amor,” he cooed, almost mockingly as he stood up from his seat and rounded the bed until his hand was cupping your cheek. “Now, are you going to be good and listen?”

You nodded dumbly.

“My good girl,” he hummed with a smile, his thumb soothing over your cheek. “C’mon, baby, don’t wanna waste a drop.”

.

[mishapocalyse]

can i request some obsessive Soldier Boy (with female reader), pls? i can't stop thinking about him being obsessed with having a family and after feeling that he lost everything, he meets y/n in The Boys and decides that she's the perfect woman for him and he won't let her go.

All In The Family// I Will Never Stop With You

Description: Soldier Boy loves a good family, yet never had the time to start one. However, when he meets you--that all changes--for better or for worse.

Pairings: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Soldier Boy is his own warning, language, sexual innuendos towards Hughie, manhandling.

Note: I love this request. Forever be in my heart.

Nothing could have prepared you for the situation at hand. You, a C class supe working with William Butcher and his rag-tag team of misfit toys. Aside from that, was you were currently being stared down by the one hero you never thought you would ever see outside of a poster.

Soldier Boy.

You had been making dinner for the team, when America's #1 supe had planted himself in one of the kitchen chairs that sat in front of the island counter. Turning your head, you could instantly feel his eyes wandering your figure, practically undressing you from where you were standing in front of the oven.

"Do you need something?" you chirped, a smile stretching across your face.

He returned the smirk, his tongue licking his bottom lip as he bit it, stifling a chuckle that rumbled in his chest.

"Mind grabbing me a cold one from the fridge?"

You nodded, moving from the oven to grab him one of the cold beers from the fridge. Realizing as you fiddled around with the things inside that you guys were all out of beer. You plopped back up onto your feet, shutting the door, swiveling around.

"Hate to break it to you honey, but we are out of beer. I can go by the store later and pick some up." You said with a soft giggle.

Soldier Boy shook his head, again giving you a sweet smile, as he continued to watch you cook.

Little things like this is what kept Soldier Boy going for the most part. The last woman he ever had arrangements with were either dead or hated his guts. But you?

You were nice to him.

He listened to you hum while checking on whatever you were baking in the oven. He slowly moved from his seat towards you, as you bent back up to return to the ingredients in the pan. He gently grasped onto your hips, which earned him a louder squeak.

"What on Earth are you doing? I'm cooking." You sheepishly quipped. His hold on your hips was not at all threatening. Pressing his chest into your back, as he swayed.

"Enjoying the moment." Soldier Boy began as you let him hold you.

This was not the first time he did this. You understood that being in the box for four decades left a person touch starved and lonely. And by knowing what kind of person Soldier Boy was you had to admit he was a bit intimidating at first. However, he was just a man with a shield that needed his attention. By all means, a few hugs were not a problem from time to time.

"Y'know you would make a pretty little housewife." You snorted. Leaning up to look at him.

"Would that make you my husband?" You felt his grip tighten around you.

Soldier Boy had always wanted a family of his own. Yet never had the time to fulfill those worldly desires. The thought of you as his wife, and having a few kids was on his mind. Slowly becoming more and more of an obsession. Though the two of you were not together, him pushing his feelings aside, yet he always thought kindly of you. It was the same problem over and over. He was busy, and didn't have the time. Didn't have the guts to say a word to you. Well, until now.

"Absolutely, sweetheart." He put his chin on top of your head, standing there with you against him. Humming while you cooked.

"Does that mean you like me, Soldier Boy?" You joke, pulling away to set the cooked food onto the counter.

"Like is an understatement." He answered dutifully.

"How so?" You replied, turning around to lean up against the counter with him in front of you.

"Sweetheart, it’s been 40 fucking years since I had anything. Never had the time for shit. But now, out of the box, out of whatever fucking mess the Brit and his team of fuckwads have me doing. With Homelander missing...I can slow down and take the time to see that you are one hell of a woman." He raised up a gloved hand to press against your cheek.

"That is sweet and all, Soldier Boy. Do you really think I'm all that? I mean, I am nothing compared to what you had back then-- I'm just..I just pick up litter in the streets and save kittens from trees." You rubbed your arms looking away from him. His hand still on your cheek, he pulled you back to look at him.

"I only see you." He bent down to press a soft kiss on your cheek, rubbing your shoulders.

"In more ways than one." he whispered into your ear before you playfully slapped at his arms.

"You are so gross." You laughed.

"You love it." He chuckled.

"You're not wrong." You stated, patting the hard textured plate of armor he had strapped to his chest.

Soldier Boy lifted you up onto the counter with ease, toying with the hem of the sundress you were wearing. His thoughts running while with all the seemingly domestic ideas that ran amuck.

"I always had thoughts of us like this." He started, but stopped as he turned his head to stare blankly at something in the corner.

"Thoughts like?" You beckoned for him to finish his statement.

"Of you and I. Getting married, popping out a few kids. Nice house away from everyone." You pulled his face to look at you. And you smiled sadly.

"Soldier Boy. It's a bit too soon to start thinking like that with me." You pushed yourself off of the counter and out of his grip to finish making dinner.

"We hardly know each other. I like you-I do, but thoughts like that...a bit fast don't you think?" Soldier Boy bit the inside of his cheek. Not saying a word.

"I'm sorry if that hurt your feelings." You added.

"None taken." with a curt nod you placed the food for dinner onto the table, walking towards the living room to call for the others. Before you could say anything Soldier Boy stopped you.

"Hey."

You stopped, "Yes?" You asked.

"Maybe you aren't ready now. Or in a couple years, whatever. Just know. You're mine." His tone was dangerously low. You gulped down a bit of spit and nodded.

As Soldier Boy watched you disappear into the living room, he again took his seat at the end of the dining table, crossing his legs and folding his hands, amused by himself and what was to become of his future.

His future life with you and the two kids he always wanted to make.

[shinestarhwaa]

DAD!ATEEZ REACTION TO THEIR KID COMING OUT

Sorry I made these a little more specified some may have wanted to, but otherwise it'd be hard to write 8 different ones lol, so I made lil scenarios x

Hongjoong

''You have a boyfriend?'' Hongjoong asked with wide eyes. He stared at his son in disbelief. He was quite the typical 'straight' man, he hadn't ever noticed any signs before, but now that his son told him he was gay everything seemed to fall into place.

''I do, dad, I... I am gay. Like really, really gay,'' the son stammered. Hongjoong smiled and placed his hand on his son's. ''I cannot wait to meet him, kid.''

Seonghwa

Seonghwa teared up as he looked at his son, sitting before him. ''Dad, are you disappointed in me now that I've told you I'm gay?'' His son looked down and hid his tears. Seonghwa gasped and immediately shook his head.

''No, no I could never be, I'm just sorry you've had to struggle with this on your own for so long. No, I'll always love you, no matter who you love, I am here.''

Yunho

''Bisexual, huh? So you play for both teams?'' His casual comment startled his daughter, who was fidgeting with her jewelry nervously. ''Y-Yeah well, I guess so.''

''Cool, do you have a girl you like then? Is that why you joined the football team?'' All night long he asked so many questions out of love and interest, making sure she felt loved and understood.

Yeosang

''Wow, I had never... expected you to be a lesbian, sweetheart... This definitely surprises me a little,'' Yeosang said as he took in what his daughter just told him. ''I-I'm sorry daddy-''

''No, no, I am not mad... It's just unexpected,'' he said as a smile formed on his lips. ''Thank you for trusting me and telling me about it, love,'' he says as he kisses her forehead.

San

His son was in tears as he told him he was gay. ''Can you still love me?'' he had asked, body trembling because of the anxiety. San sighed and patted his head.

''Son, you know I'll love you no matter what. It's important that you are happy, and I don't care if that's with a man or a woman. Plus, I totally saw you kissing your friend on the porch so it's not that big of a surprise,'' he smiles as he pulls him in for a hug.

Mingi

''So...Pansexual? What does that mean?'' Mingi asked, curious after his daughter just came out. ''I am basically just... attracted to any... person, any gender, I don't care at all,'' his daughter said with a smile, happy her father took interest in it.

''Okay. That's cool, that's quite romantic actually,'' he grinned. He didn't make a big deal about it or anything and just let everyone get on with their day peacefully.

Wooyoung

''Sweetie, why are you crying? You know you don't have to be afraid to tell me anything... I understand it's scary to come out but you know I love you regardless of your sexuality... You're my one and only angel,'' he spoke with his sweetest voice.

For the coming weeks he'd never leave her side, making her feel loved and treating her like a real princess. ''So when are you going to let me meet your girlfriend, sweetie? I'll make sure to cook a delicious dinner.''

Jongho

''Son, listen to me,'' Jongho said as his son just confessed his bisexuality, shuddering in fear of his reaction. ''No one could ever take my love away from you, you are my son, I love you and I live for you, that's a given. Nothing is ever going to stop that.''

''I promise I'm still the same person, dad,'' he said as he cried in Jongho's arms. ''I know you are, you are my favourite boy, you're smart, sweet and talented and whoever you love does not matter to me, okay?''

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @star1117-archives @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @lemonhongjoong @babesindestroyland @changbinslovelylegs

[violetmuses]

Flashbacks - A. Aretas 🔥

Title: Flashbacks - A. Aretas 🔥 

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe 

Character: Armando Aretas 

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: Seeing you again could drive Armando over the edge. 

Author's Note: Here's another request! Enjoy. 🖤 @thedarkworldofhananerea

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2024

Damn!

When Armando Aretas crossed paths for the very first time, your own presence nearly slipped his cool during another plot for his mother Isabel. 

That night, he snuck over to you and exchanged his phone number, yearning through dreams as you swayed past others with a gorgeous smile. 

After leaving the club, you text Armando back and take one chance with that handsome stranger. 

Now, years later, Armando drifts memories while grounded in this cage cell and missing you like crazy. 

Back then, you understood his late nights and nursed each wound, ironically convinced that he worked for one of the law enforcement agencies. 

His current prison sentence broke your heart this time and landed crimes regardless. Armando even lost his mother through burning flames. 

Detective Mike Lowrey, Armando's biological father, enters this darkened space. 

How you doing?“ Mike crossed both arms while facing his son. 

“It's a prison.” Armando grumbled without really making eye contact. 

“I know.” Mike agreed with this point for obvious reasons. “I have an opportunity to cut down your time here. Are you interested?”

“Yeah, man.” Armando nodded, ready to leave as soon as possible. 

______

“Let me get you some clothes. Can't look dingy out here, remember?” This transfer took loads of work, but Mike pulled strings and Armando could join the Miami Police Department with the AMMO team. 

“It's a thrift store.” Armando nearly chuckled while glancing out the passenger seat window. 

“Jailbird fool.” Mike put on sunglasses. “I'm shopping alone because your orange uniform doesn't help anybody feel better.” 

When Mike slammed the door, Armando realized this perfect moment. 

Lowrey somehow dropped his personal phone in the car. 

Dumbass!

Glancing around for privacy beforehand, Armando picked up the device and immediately dialed your number. 

But once Aretas heard three rings, your voicemail echoed instead: 

“Hi! It's me. I can't answer the phone right now, but leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Take care!” Your sweet voice nearly prompted tears when Armando listened. 

My lady. He thought, still desperately in love with you. I'm home. 

Just when Armando could surprise you with a message, Mike returned to the car holding several bags.  

Hanging up Mike's phone, Aretas placed the device near one open spot and quietly laughed to himself once more. 

“Make your choices later. We gotta go.” Mike placed everything in the backseat and set to drive off, but finally acknowledged his phone. “Oh, damn, who called me?” 

“Okay.” Armando then nodded toward Lowrey once more. 

Soon fighting this smirk though, Aretas remained silent and waited for the next possible move. 

“Must be Spam. I don't even recognize this number.” Shrugging, Mike deleted that call and simply headed to the Miami Police Department.

Though saddened, Armando refused to show disappointment. 

_____

Wearing this somewhat decent Bud Light shirt, Armando chose one trucker hat that veiled his face. Jeans covered both legs and boots stepped along.

“Me veo tan estúpido.” Aretas casted both eyes toward the ceiling and grumbled Spanish, feeling stupid anyway. 

Even you would've laughed out loud while Armando checked his reflection in one public bathroom mirror. 

Sighing, he washed his hands and left, ready for the assignment. 

______

Tragedy struck. Following Captain Howard's death, intelligence whispered that Conrad muddled darkness with the cartel for years. 

Shocked beyond words, Mike and his longtime partner Marcus Burnett stood tall against those unexpected rumors.

In short, the team wanted to prove Cap’s innocence right away. 

“We're clubbing to gather info tonight. Don't act up.” Lowrey turned near Armando while driving and offered this warning. 

“Pointless advice, Mike.” Marcus chimed in for a second. “Your son is a stone cold killer that rotted in prison for years. Probably touch-starved with his nasty ass.” 

Knowing so much better than to respond, Aretas just sat there and thought of you.

_____ 

Tabitha stood as a character this evening. Skilled but wild, this woman styled cropped blonde hair while cash almost popped right out her own bra. 

During this spoken plan to trade items for the mission, one upcoming silhouette caught Armando's eye. 

“Another round ladies?” You smiled toward another group of Miami's finest and nearly everyone stepped out like Tabitha here. 

Though Armando locked down eye contact, you glanced up, but quietly greeted Mike and Marcus first, not recognizing Aretas in person yet. 

When you finally noticed him, Armando jutted his chin and moved away from the propped seat, walking in your direction. 

“Can I help you?” You speak up while facing Armando and grinned toward this man. 

“Hola, mi amor.” Aretas stepped closer and took off his trucker hat, revealing dark hair. 

“Armando?” As the realization hits, you pull your best friend away from this VIP section. 

Mike and Marcus yelled in the background, but Aretas couldn't care less. 

_____

Shadowed through hallway lights of the nightclub, you can't help kissing him over and over again. 

“How did you do it?” You ask, trying to have this conversation. 

I'll explain later.” Armando licks your neck and his clothes nearly heated up as you whimper. He's yearned beyond words. “Te extrañé mucho.”

Just as Armando would make love to you in one of the private rooms, voices shouted through interruptions. 

“Uh-uh! Not the time.” Mike yelled down this corridor. “Let's go.”

Gaining one last kiss, you walk away sporting this unfastened blouse. 

_____

“Can't get your mack on!” Ranting over Armando meeting with you, Mike headed elsewhere for AMMO. “What the hell?”

“She's my  girlfriend.” Armando responded from the backseat. 

“Girlfriend?!” Mike pulled the car over and yelled with Marcus in unison. 

“Yeah. She'd been holding me down the whole time.” Armando told the truth about you. 

“Does this girl know that you're actually a criminal, man?” Marcus grumbled from the passenger side. 

“Doesn't matter. Y'all got me out.” Armando defended himself. 

“Watch yourself.” Mike corrected Aretas once more and drove again.  

_______

Former Army Ranger turned DEA agent James McGrath framed Captain Howard in the end, shot dead once AMMO faced this major bloodbath. 

When that smoke cleared, even Judy, Captain's  daughter, still let Armando off the hook

One wrong move could change Judy's mind, though. 

After Armando gained help from paramedics, this man found your home in Miami and knocked, rattling this sound. 

“Baby!” Armando just kept trying over and over again.  

“Calm down!” Laughing for real, you finally opened the front door and rushed Armando inside, hoping not to disrupt neighbors. 

______

There was still no chance to make love. Healing battle scars ran down Armando's perfect body once more as he watched you prepare for bed. 

“You look so pretty, mami. C'mere.” He waits in awe, nearly shocked you exist. 

Your look settled with no makeup, pajamas and messy hair. 

You stepped out for work at the club, but Armando dreamed about old nights like this while incarcerated. Your peace towered his chaos. 

“Wanna talk about it?” You always offered him the chance to vent. Nothing changed. 

“No. Just sleep, princess.” Armando whispered and you rested near his good side, awaiting the future. 

This reformed man could handle everything with you. 

[multific]

Anniversary

John Price x Fem!Reader

A simple date is all you hoped for.

John promised you a simple date for your anniversary.

But of course, he had to leave.

Just as you two arrived at the restaurant, he got a call, something about bombs before he had to rush.

You understood, you really did. But it didn't mean you weren't angry and disappointed.

Although, you were more angry at the bad guys than John or his team.

You loved John and the boys with all of your heart.

Even if you weren't an army person, they called you Mom.

'Mum's angry, Lads.' Soap would often say and to be fair, you did behave like a mother with them.

One time, Ghost and Soap did something very very irresponsible with a Mexican named Alejandro.

The three were called into John's office when you happened to be there.

You scolded them as if they were five year olds. And Alejandro didn't even know who you were, yet he felt bad.

John told you later that you sounded like a worried mother. And to be fair, you felt like one.

You didn't have kids on your own, and the boys got under your skin, so you felt it was natural you wanted them to be safe.

While they all called you Mum. Ghost called you by your name.

They all respected you.

But by the fact that you sat alone in this luxurious restaurant, you could tell maybe the bad guys also needed a good old scolding for stealing your husband from you.

John was always so sweet. Keeping you close and far from his work at the same time. He often told the others he only trusted himself with his wife, which is why you were allowed to listen to the most confidential conversations. Not that you cared, you mainly just handed tea and biscuits to the others.

Going home for your anniversary was John's idea, he wanted to have a normal date finally. 

Which ended up with you eating alone and the waiter felt so bad for you, he offered your drinks to be free.

Then, you headed home. With your heels in your hands, you walked through your grass, admiring the house.

Not long after your wedding you bought this place, it was the perfect home with not many neighbours, it was private.

You let out a long sigh before opening the front door and heading inside.

You took a shower and headed to bed.

You missed John, but you also knew what you signed up for when you married him.

He didn't hide it, he didn't keep it a secret. But he was worth all the wait. He was worth all the lone nights, because whenever he returned, he more than made up for it.

Your love for one another was undeniable. 

"Happy anniversary, John." you whispered into the air, saying it to no one in particular, more to yourself.

Then, you fell asleep.

You woke up to the bed creaking and someone laying down beside you. Your foggy mind barely registered what was going on until the person spoke up.

"Happy anniversary, My Love." this made you wake up a little as you slowly turned around to face your husband. "Oh, sorry for waking you."

"Hmm." you moved closer to him as he pulled you onto his chest, his arm coming to rest around you.

"It went well, quick job, in and out. No casualties, no injuries."

"Hmm."

"I love you too, Darling, sorry for leaving, I promise I'll make it up to you."

"It's okay, John. Happy to have you back in one piece."

"Oh, she can talk look at that." he slightly laughed as his hand run up and down your back. "I will really make it up, Love."

"I don't care John, all I care about is that I have you back with me. I love you."

"Hmm." he said and it made you giggle while he fell asleep.

And he kept his promise. The next day, he ordered food, lit some candles and even got some dessert.

You smiled at him as he danced slowly with you in your living room.

You were both so in love with the other, nothing could break this strong bond between you two.

Just you and your captain.

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[chairwritexv]

Can i request platonic rottmnt little sibling chubby with all of the brothers HC?

Reader is same age as Mikey but what makes them different is they're on the plus size, their ninpo were made to be support class (and yes am thinking of rpg games).

This makes reader insecure about themselves; they're not " helping much " and they believe they're fat and not strong or skiny or have toned muscles like the rest of the mad dogs which put them down.

However the 4 brothers think otherwise and they have their own way to show their love & affection to reader/p

yess!! WE LOVE CHUBBY PEOPLE !!! i am such a green bean tho akfsjdns

also, i don’t play rpg games a ton, but after looking it up it appears to be a healer kinda? sorry if i got it wrong !

r a p h

is actually really surprised to learn youre insecure about your size and ninpo

he’s pretty big but doesn’t really have problems with it ??? of course he doesn’t really realize the difference between ‘beefy af’ and ‘le chubby’ lmao

he wasn’t entirely sure what to do at first bc he’s never seen this before

and with his sibling?.?? afjsjsj

when he realized/you told him he tilted his head in confusion stared at you before bursting out

“you don’t like your body??? why???”

“raph has a big body and he don’t care!”

didn’t understand at first

“you’re the most perfect little sibling raph could want !”

”no matter what yer size!”

kinda felt bad, he felt like he should’ve noticed sooner since he was the Big BrotherTM

made sure not to be accidentally offensive about it just in case

when one of those lose-weight-or-no-one-will-love-you thought inducing ads would come on raph would block the tv

“DONT LISTEN TO IT!! YOU ARE PERFECT NO MATTER WHAT YOUR SIZE!!!”

l e o

ok so. the lil shit probably teased you abt it in the past. but NOT in a rude or offensive way. like affectionate . well he tried to come off affectionate anyways …

he’d like just poke at your chub n stuff y’know?

he wasn’t really trying to be offensive he just found it interesting since all his other brothers were skinny beans, and raph was just super beefy

but oh my god

BOI FELT SO BAD WHEN YOU TOLD HIM YOU WERE INSECURE ABT IT

”…what?”

feels like it’s all his fault

apologizes so much abt it he’s the one the needs reassuring afsjdn

he wasn’t the main reason of your insecurities , but his teasing hadn’t helped it… yknow?

he reassured you there was nothing wrong with your body OR ninpo and no reason to be insecure abt it

tells you his past ‘teasing’ wasn’t meant to be rude in any way and apologizes

he hasn’t teased you abt it for awhile anyways, but still makes sure not to be rude abt it in any ways whatsoever

if one of those lose-weight ads comes on he’ll tell you a stupid joke or something to move your attention away from it

still feels bad abt the teasing tbh

d o n n i e

he’s the second most surprised

i mean, he knows that people feel insecure abt their chub sometimes thanks to the internet but he wasn’t expecting one of those people to be you

i mean, you weren’t even that chubby in his opinion

uses logic to reassure you that your body is fine in every way

same with your ninpo

”your ninpo is very important and crucial to the team, y’know-“

he will not have his little sibling being insecure >:(

if he notices you staring at yourself in the mirror with a less-then-positive-face on, he’ll drag you away from it under the guise of wanting to show you his latest invention

not good with emotions but he’s doing his best ok

if those lose-weight-and-you’ll-finally-be-perfect ads comes on he’ll either distract you somehow or cover your eyes with his battle shell arm

m i k e y

was confused at first, not understanding what you meant

when he finally understood he gasped

his twin?? disliking their body/ninpo???? UNACCEPTABLE

cue the doctor feelings speech

does absolutely everything in his power to make you feel good abt yourself

will draw you SPECIFICALLY highlighting your pudge bc there is nothing wrong with it and will take that to his grave

sends you body-affirming stuff at random times

will paint his nails with you whilst reassuring you you’re absolutely beautiful the way you are ✨

a lose-weight ad?

he will DRAMATICALLY scream at you not to watch it-

”Y/N! DONT WATCH IT!! ITS FULL OF LIES-“

-before hugging you and dramatically putting his hand to his head

”LIES!!!”

it’s such a funny distraction technique you can’t not burst out laughing

thanks for reading!! hope you enjoyed!!!

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 - Osferth (The Last Kingdom)

honestly, got this idea from that one episode of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air that absolutely broke me and made me revisit my abandonment issues. so yeah, this is gonna be sad. i apologize in advance🤷🏻‍♀️(p.s. don't read this while listening to hurt by Christina Aguilera or because of you by Kelly Clarkson)

Warnings: spoilers for TLK (obvi, and for Death Of Kings), angst, hurt/comfort, daddy & abandonment issues (like same, i kin osferth honestly), Alfred was a great king but a shitty father (in the show at least), kinda bittersweet

word count | 2.3k🤙🏻

You all stood in king Aethelred’s throne room, watching King Alfred and your leader Uhtred discuss battle plans. It all sounded very important but all you could watch was how Osferth’s lips turned into a frown as his father embraced his daughter, Aethelflaed. He looked like a kicked puppy and all you could do was glare at the King with disdain.

You hadn’t been in this team of Lord Uhtred for very long, but long enough to know that you cared deeply for each one of your companions and would give your life for any one of them, but especially Osferth. You were there when he first introduced himself, so shy and soft spoken, wanting to be like his uncle. So to see him so sullen made you want to drive your blade into the King’s skull.

You never understood why being a bastard was bad, but everyone said it like it was one of the worst things you could be, especially if you were a bastard of a king. Osferth was always introduced as a bastard first, never as a warrior or one of Uhtred’s men, always just King Alfred’s bastard. It didn’t sit right with you, and it clearly made him uncomfortable. You tried to never think of him as Alfred’s bastard, just your friend. Osferth was the sweetest person in the world, so how on earth would anyone ever give him away? You saw how it affected him, even if he didn’t show it. You saw how he looked at Edward and Aethelflaed, that envy and longing. He just wanted to be loved and accepted, and Alfred took that from him. You had no respect for the king.

Osferth couldn’t even be in the presence of Edward, his half brother, having to quietly excuse himself. You couldn’t let him go on his own. Ever since you met the boy, you’ve had an overwhelming urge to keep him safe, always anxious whenever he was out of sight. You felt bad for still wanting to protect him, knowing he’s proven himself time and time again that he can defend himself. It was hard to not to think back to the time when he cried when he killed his first man. War makes you desensitized, whether that was a good thing or not.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly once you caught up with him.

“Mhm.” He hummed, his eyes not meeting yours.

You frowned. “You don’t have to lie to me, Osferth. I thought we were closer than that.”

“It’s not that.” He sighed, resting his hands inside his leather chest armor, a cute quirk he got into the habit of doing. “I just don't want to waste my breath on him…”

“It’s okay to have feelings about it, you know? You don’t have to keep it all bottled inside, not around me.”

Osferth did continue to keep his feelings bottled up since that day, and it made you upset that he was just suffering in silence. Your worrying became even worse after the battle where you all fought against Haesten’s army, your baby monk getting harmed in the process. Thankfully, the damage wasn’t too bad but he’d be out of fighting for a while so he could heal. You made no qualms when you were tasked with taking care of him at his half sister’s estate, you tried to do that all the time anyway. You still wanted him to open up to you, but you didn’t want to push him. You weren’t a bastard but you understood what it was like to not have a parent want you, you knew what complicated and conflicting feelings came along with it. He didn’t have to be alone in his struggle.

Osferth made no mention of the conversation you had with him that day, only thanking you and expressing apologies whenever you helped him around his injuries (although he made a habit of calling Finan a slave). You tried not to speak of it, not wanting to upset him, especially when he was healing from his physical wounds. You could see how exhausted he was, how his once bright blue eyes dimmed with pain. He was more irritable, uncharacteristically so, to the point even Finan was tired of taking care of him. You could see he was hurting, but you didn’t know how or when to bring it up.

It seemed all those suppressed emotions came to a head one day, a loud crash being heard throughout the building, coming from Osferth’s room. You took off in that direction, seeing a disheveled Finan right outside the boy’s door. “What the hell is going on?” You asked.

“I made a joke, just teasing, then the lad went off like an absolute nutter.” Finan huffed, “I was trying to give him some water but he threw it back at me and it broke.” You made a move to walk into the room, but he put his arm out to stop you. “I wouldn’t. I’d just let him be for now, until he calms down at least.”

“Come on, it’s not like he’s going to hurt me, Finan.” You pushed his arm out of the way and promptly entered the bedroom.

You almost expected the room to be in ruins, but all that looked out of place was the shattered pottery that once held water scattered on the floor. And Osferth, sitting with his back turned to the door on his bed, his head hanging low. “Sorry Finan, I didn’t mean to get so upset…” Osferth whispered softly, turning his head to only see you and not the Irishman. “Oh, uh, didn’t know it was you.”

You smiled weakly, coming to sit next to him. “It’s okay, but are you?”

Osferth shrugged, a slight blush coming to his face at your close proximity. “He just made a joke about me being…ya know. He does it all the time so I don’t know why I got so mad. He’s not angry with me, is he?”

You shook your head. “No. He seemed like he kind of felt bad, this time, at least…Ever since that day at Aethelred’s estate, you’ve not been yourself. I know you haven’t been showing it, but I can feel that you’re upset. I think talking to someone might help, it doesn’t have to be me obviously, but someone. Maybe Sihtric? Since he’s-” You were interrupted by the sounds of soft sniffles and whimpers, your brows immediately furrowing in concern as soon as you saw Osferth’s pained expression. “Osferth?” You whispered softly, cautiously reaching out to hold his hand, afraid to scare him away.

“I hate feeling this way.” He sniffled, using his other hand to angrily wipe away a couple fallen tears. “Alfred never even tried to talk to me, never. As soon as I was born, he forced me into the monastery. I’ve never known anything else, so why do I feel this way? How can I miss something I’ve never had? Even now, I’m nothing to him. I’ve never been anything but a burden to him…”

“You are anything but a burden, Osferth.” You spoke sternly, anger welling up inside you at Alfred for making your best friend feel that way.

“But I am! I’m an embarrassment. That’s the only reason Lord Uhtred even let me join him in the first place. All to embarrass the…king.” He spat.

“Osferth…”

“Why doesn’t he want me?” Osferth cried, his tears falling off his cheeks onto your hands that held his on his lap. The pain in his voice even made you tear up, and all you wanted to do was wrap him up in your arms and never let him go. I want you, I want you more than anything in the world, you wanted to say. But all you did was squeeze his hand tighter and pulled him onto your chest, holding the back of his head and running your fingers through his hair soothingly.

“You are not a burden.” You whispered into his hair, pulling him to you as close as humanly possible. “Not to me, not to Uhtred, not to anyone. Anyone who even thinks that will meet the end of my blade. Alfred is a fool to not see your worth and if I could, I’d cut off his head without remorse.”

Osferth quickly shushed you, bringing his hand up to cup your jaw hesitantly. “Such talk is treason.”

“You’re worth it, Osferth.” You spoke with such sincerity it made the pale boy blush, his tears cascading down over his pink cheeks made such a beautifully sad portrait, his eyes a stark blue from crying. You couldn’t help but lean forward and gently kiss the wrinkle in between his eyebrows. “You’ll always be worth it to me.” You took a deep breath, your heart hammering inside your ribcage. “Unlike Alfred…I’ll never abandon you, baby monk. Even in death, you wouldn’t be rid of me.”

Osferth chuckled tearfully, looking up at you in awe. “You’re an angel, you know that?”

Now it was your turn to blush, but you gently shook your head. “I do not.”

“You are. It’s because of you I know God exists. How could He not when such a woman as you is sitting before me?” Your breath catches, a fluttering feeling rattling around in your stomach as you and Osferth look into each other’s eyes. “Can I…can I kiss you, my lady?” He stuttered, a hopeful expression on his face.

“Please…” You whispered in reply, both of you leaning forward and capturing his lips with yours.

And you decided to stay with him that night, refusing to leave his side even when he said he was feeling better. You held him in your arms, allowing his head to rest against your chest, the sound of your soothing heartbeat lulling him to sleep.

Eventually when the death of King Alfred was announced, it didn’t shock anyone; he was frail and sickly and should have died a long time ago, but that didn’t make it hurt any less for anyone. He was called great for a reason, he was loved and respected by many, even his enemies. His family were devastated, his friends, his allies, even those like Uhtred who were reluctant in following him at first. Except you, you had difficulty finding any sympathy in your heart for really one reason only: Osferth.

You had no respect or shroud of kindness for the king in life, so why would you in death? All you cared about was Osferth and how he felt.

You thought back to all the times you’d walk in on Osferth crying, always quick to wipe away his tears like he never was crying in the first place. He was so quick in concealing his emotions that anyone else never would’ve noticed, but you always did. After being with Alfred in the throne room, when he looked so relieved that his daughter was safe, Osferth would excuse himself. Whenever Uhtred had discussions with Edward or Aethelflaed, he would do the exact same thing. You knew he had to be feeling something towards his father’s death, whether he would admit it or not. You just wanted to be there for him if he needed you.

Like any king’s death, the aftermath was chaos. You all had to worry for Uhtred for a while there, but everything turned out alright in the end. People were celebrating the new King Edward’s coronation, drinking and humping the night away, but Osferth was nowhere to be found. You had asked your boys if they had seen him anywhere, but no one knew and all Finan did was joke that he might be finally losing his virginity. Not that helpful.

You finally found him sitting against one of the walls of the town, drinking a pint of ale. His lips instinctively upturned in a brief smile when he saw you walking his way, though his eyes looked weary. “What are you doing all the way out here, huh?” You asked softly, crouching down to sit next to him, causally taking a sip from his mug.

Osferth shrugged. “Just thinking.”

“Oh, yeah? About what?” You reached over and interlaced your fingers with his, smiling when he brought your hand up to kiss your knuckles.

“Before Alfred died…I visited him.” He exhaled shakily, and you couldn’t help but gasp.

“What did he say?” You asked curiously, but also dreading the answer just in case.

Osferth smiled sadly, tears already welling up in his eyes. “He apologized to me, that it was his fault for me being the way that I am…said he’d put in a good word for me when he got to heaven.” He chuckled weakly, wiping away some of his fallen tears. “He said I was a good man…that he was proud of me, called me his son.”

You teared up at his confession, squeezing his hand tighter. “And…did that make you feel better? Was it closure?”

Osferth’s bottom lip trembled, nodding his head, turning to look at you with a tearful crooked smile. “It was…but I didn’t need to hear it from him to know I’m a good man. I am. You showed me that better than he ever could.”

You smiled bashfully. “Oh, Osferth, you flatter me. But I am glad you made your peace with him, even if it came late.” You kissed his hand as well, moving closer so you could lean your shoulder against his. “Really, my love, are you okay?” You asked seriously, only to receive a sweet kiss on your cheek, causing heat to bloom in your chest in contrast to the cold temperature.

“I am sad, but I’ve lived without my father my entire life. I’ll be okay, especially when you’re right here with me. It’s only you who I need by my side. It’s you I wouldn’t be able to live without.”

“Good, because I don’t plan on leaving you any time soon, my baby monk."

literally wish he and alfred had more screen time TOGETHER, and curse the writers for not including their talk before alfred died. seriously.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

I definitely want to back up that anon who thinks jimin is still in the kitchen! In truth I think all the boys are and will be for a long time. I see chapter two as the introduction of their solo careers meaning "hey we are gonna be bts but also be ourselves sometimes too" I think every solo moment we've seen is the beginning which I'm for one super excited about. Imagine a wave of brilliant solo work one year and then phenomenal group work the next. Chapter two is barely a year in and it's already a visual and musical feast. I think jimin loves quietly preparing so he can wow us when he feels the time is right and while I too get tense with the constant radio silence I know it's cause he'll blow my mind the second he wants too. I hope people who feel as if Jimin didn't get a chance to show his true might feel comforted in that he will never ever stop wanting to gag tf out of us. And I think the sentiment holds the same for bts.

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Exactly this. Up until a few months ago I thought this was well understood, seeing as how BTS has operated till now, but clearly I was mistaken.

For posterity’s sake, to beat this dead horse one final time:

Would it be nice for each member’s release to not have any of the issues they’ve had? Of course. But it’s possible to inform the company of said issues, address what we can for issues due to various platform errors not due to the company, while not losing sight of the fact this is only 2023. We’re still only in 2023. As in, we’re literally just one year into Chapter 2, none of the guys are older than 30, and they keep saying they’re in this for the long haul. And this is the same group that has shown over a decade that their plans are most often and best executed in multi-year stints.

It’s bizarre to think a member’s solo career is over or even damaged at all in any real way because of one or more problems that happened during their first solo release. It betrays such a myopic, winner-take-all mentality that you have to be in a very specific headspace to fully buy into.

Jimin is clearly happy and working. He’s not blind and is seeing what is working for other members and what isn’t. They’re all checking out each other’s solo endeavours from time to time, cheering each other on and I’d say making notes on what they too could try, what works and what doesn’t.

If there’s one thing that’s become clear to me over the years, and even more so in Chapter 2, it’s that BTS is a team. A real team. I’ve seen a lot of k-pop groups over the years and there is no group today, present or past, that would reach the heights BTS has if any of the members sought to harm or sabotage or lord shit over the rest, with or without help from the company. None of the BTS members would put up with that shit. Their egos are too big, they’re so obviously their own people, very ambitious and so aware of it that I really wonder if people actually listen to these men when they talk. They know exactly what they’re worth, and they trust that all the other members know it too. If BigHit showed any real favouritism, BTS is the last group to allow that if it’s not something they themselves have already agreed to.

They all know what they’re doing. And if they don’t, then they’re the only people with the tools to figure it out. All the angst and anguish over this or that happening in fan spaces, has no real effect on these men sitting somewhere in Seoul planning out everything they’d like to do as solo artists and as part of BTS.

That’s my takeaway after watching them for as long as I have. I could be wrong, but I’ve not seen anything to suggest that yet. I’m not sure how long you’ve been in the fandom Anon, or what you think about other issues, but it’s nice to see you and the other Anon share this perspective. It’s a view that’s widely accepted in the fan spaces I’m in outside of Tumblr, but one that is sorely lacking in this space right now.

For no reason at all, one Jimin that I hope one day shows up in Chapter 2, 3, or 4:

Sidebar - A friend (who isn’t religious) was asking another friend recently about religion, because she’s now desperate enough to seek divine intervention for Jimin to find blonde hair dye, and to love it again.

We all know his best hair colour is black, but it’s just as true that a solid case has been made for him being a natural blonde.

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Okay, that’s it today from my gallery.

That colleague i mentioned the other day, the one that recently got into BTS and now biases Jimin, we’re meeting up this weekend with my other friend, the musician that watched the Grammys with me last year and fell in love with Jimin. That’s an example of two people still finding out about Jimin, falling in love with his music and him as a person, and starting to support him. None of the noise online actually has any real bearing on the impact of real life people still learning about Jimin through his solo music and through BTS, and becoming his fans maybe for life.

If anyone finds themselves feeling overwhelmed in fandom, please zoom out. Please take time away and get some perspective. Everything I’ve said is obvious, none of it is rocket science or gleaned from any special insight. The noise online can suck you in, to prevent that, please detach, go back to their recent and old interviews to hear what they each feel about Chapter 2 and their solo work, listen to all of what Jimin expressed during his promotions, the good and bad. You’d be left with fewer anxieties. At least, that’s the case for me.

Thanks for this, Anon.

[greenlightbulbonawire]

Misfits (yeah like the Arcane song)

XXVI.

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Author's note: Steam has some lovely sales these days and my library is definitely not filled with new games nuh uh

Twenty fifth chapter

Masterlist

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"I fixed it."

You said, motioning to the arm. Ekko grabbed it and turned it from side to side, looking it over. Scar closed the entrance door and left you two alone.

"I know only one thing that can do this."

He let your arm go and wiped his face with his hand. You just stood there, quiet as a mouse.

"My room. Now."

The leader commanded you. You didn't argue, you could see how mad he was, so you listened. This time you each went there on your own board.

When you stood firmly on the balcony he grabbed your arm again and shoved you into his room, slamming the door behind you.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?"

You stood in front of him and he let his grip go, pushing you back a little.

"Do you know what that stuff does to you? And more, you can't just wander off like that! I'm starting to think you don't take me seriously!"

"I'm sorry."

Honestly, mad Ekko was really scary, but also kinda... He sighed and ran his hands through his hair.

"You can't do that [reader]! We're a team here! And what I say goes."

"But I did what you told me, I let my hand heal properly."

"Don't use my words against me."

He was pacing around his room and his face portrayed a mix of emotions.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you mad. I just... I don't want to be a nuisance because of a broken arm."

The boy stopped and scoffed, shaking his head before he looked at you again.

"You're making it really difficult for me to stay mad at you."

His lips displayed a little smile. You tore your eyes away from the floor and turned them to his face.

"I'm really sorry."

You muttered and watched him come closer. He grabbed your arm again, pulling you into a hug, one gloved hand holding the back of your head and the other snaking around your shoulders.

His face fell beside yours and you let your hands hold him too.

"I was just worried about you."

Ekko whispered into your ear and burried his face into the crook of your neck. You stayed like that for a few moments, you were scared to let go, as not to offend him and the boy not wanting to let go just yet. He finally pulled you away from him by your shoulders and held them with stretched arms.

"But seriously, if you ever do something like that again, I'm gonna cuff you to myself."

You nodded to let him know you understood and his hands left your shoulders.

He opened the door to his room, letting you out.

"Go get something to eat."

"I took something on my way back here."

The boy sighed and chuckled quietly, shaking his head.

"Why am I still suprised."

He grabbed his board and jumped off the tree. You followed, just a little more carefully. He stopped on the ground in front of the painted pillar, putting his board aside and waiting for you with his arms resting on his hips. You landed skillfully before him, sending dust flying his way. You put your hoverboard next to his and looked at him, wanting to know what comes next.

"Since you've decided to heal up your arm, why don't we just pick up where we left off?"

He said and assumed a fighting pose. Great. But okay, fair enough.

"Sureee."

You hesitantly walked to your destined place and took a fighters stance too. The boy didn't waste a second and charged at you. He managed to hit your face, but you just took the punch and slid a little back. His outstretched hand gave you an opening and you took it. You finally managed to land a hit on him, onto his side. He didn't expect it, another opening. Face. Strike.

He wiped the skin under his nose and readied a other punch. You stepped aside. He missed and stumbled. You swiped his legs with yours and he fell to the ground. You didn't know how you even managed that, you knew he had to be holding back, you saw haw he fought on the bridge, this was vastly different. But still, there he lied, and you stood on your feet. How?

[halloweenfrills]

"Miss Fae, send him in.", you buzzed to your secretary, getting impatient now as the meeting was almost five minutes late. You checked the face of your Rolex again.

Yes, sir. He's on his way.", she buzzes back almost instantly.

As your office door opens you hear a distinct pop, Fae was popping her gum again and today it especially grated on your nerves but you held back from rolling your eyes as Christopher Stewards walks in, he was to join your team at Rickman And Associates.

"Jesus, where'd you find that one?", he asks once the door was shut and your secretary out of sight, he was grinning ear to ear like a high school boy in love.

"Miss Fae?", you question and Christopher nods.

Steepling your fingers in front of you, your eyes met those of the young man. This meeting wasn't about her.

"Don't know how you get any work done with that distraction right outside your door.", Christopher keeps on.

"Miss Fae is my secretary. And if you join this team, Mr. Stewards, you will not be hanging around her desk trying to get up her skirt. Is that understood?", this time your tone was showing that your patience was wearing thin.

The young man gulps, nodding, knowing you mean business with this job.

Adjusting your tie, Fae was looking down at her keyboard and then at her computer screen, clearly lost in her work. You watched as her tongue pushed the pink gum from between red lips, sucking back, and pop! Again, even if it wasn't loud, you always were aware of her presence, sucking back to make little absent-minded popping noises whenever she had gum in her mouth.

Saying nothing, you held out your hand in front of her mouth, palm up, standing over her. As her eyes turn up to you her tongue threatens to push out the gum and you raise an eyebrow, daring her to pop it again.

"Spit it out.", you instructed.

Giving it one last chew, her eyes still upturned to yours, she spits the pink wad of gum into your hand, "I'm sorry, Mr. Rickman.

Ignoring her apology, her hands push at the hem of her skirt in her lap, "And watch how you speak. It's noted men have gotten quite the impression of you and we can do without you being a tease."

Watching her lipstick red lips open, blush creeping to her pale cheeks, "Sir, I didn't do anything. I told Mr. Stewards you were ready for him-"

"No matter.", you interrupted, "Just listen to what I say."

Miss Fae was quite the competent worker, there was no doubt about that. She was smart, quick with any task assigned, and not to mention she wasn't bad to look at as long as you could keep any other men at the firm from lingering around her desk.

But as competent as she was, something about her infuriated you.

Was it that bouncy little walk?

Those fuck-me eyes?

The way she pouted while working?

Maybe it was the gum popping. Although you rather liked the thought of her mouth as much as the next young man.

But you aren't young anymore, you're middle-aged, and your perky little secretary wasn't going to want a man that was twenty-five years older than her.

Fae took your harshness towards her well, always with a smile, so on a morning like this when you brought her a coffee of your own accord she lit up like it was Christmas.

"Thanks, Mr. Rickman. You're the best.", she hums, her lipstick was pink today as they wrapped around the straw to suck up the iced vanilla coffee you had noted was her favorite.

The best. You felt a slight smirk come to your eyes, you could show her what the best was.

Although politeness was common between the two of you it wasn't usual that you brought her treats, "The meeting is in ten minutes and don't bring that coffee in there.", you tell her and she nods obediently. 'So easy to train.', you think.

Fae was simply your personal secretary but you wanted her there for meetings, it was important she knew who the firm was working with, how finances were doing, and the names and faces of anyone you dealt with directly. As the meeting wore on you noticed out of the corner of your eye how she crossed her legs in her seat, waiting a few minutes and then crossing her legs on the opposite side, squirming in her chair, the fabric of the designer skirt riding up her thighs. You had watched with satisfaction as she gulped down the coffee before the meeting started and now you knew why she was squirming.

"Excuse me a moment.", she whispers, leaning close for only you to hear.

Not taking your eyes off from the person across from you, you didn't even bother to look at Miss Fae who sat next to you, her green eyes practically begging you behind the glasses she wore when dealing with meeting paperwork.

You didn't have to tell her no, that she couldn't go use the bathroom during this meeting. All you had to do was grip the arm of her chair to stop her from scooting back and excusing herself. She'll have to wait. At least in this way you could make her squirm under your control.

Glancing at your watch now that the meeting was over you looked at the sound of heels clicking away rather hurriedly and it's none other than Fae, rushing now to the bathroom. The smile you wore was a secret success as you watched her ass as she rushed away.

Catching Christopher eyeing her as you were all leaving at the same time, her backside was almost pressed to you as the young man was edging closer to her. "Hey, maybe...you wanna go grab a drink?", he asks her.

You could scoff, there was a difference in appreciation and claiming a women and acting disrespectful as this pup was doing.

Fae shifts in her heels, shaking her head, "No thanks. That's not really my thing."

A lie. You've known Fae to grab a drink with girlfriends on lunch.

"How about lunch tomorrow?", Christopher Steward is proving to be persistent.

Again, she shakes her head. This time she steps back against you slightly, the movement unconscious and the urge for you to hold her waist is there. "No. I'm not really interested.", Fae lets him down gently.

"Are you an idiot or something?!", you hear shouting through your closed office door.

There's a muffled female voice in response.

"I don't care!", Christopher roars, "I asked you to do something! You do it! Understand?!"

Not liking the sound of his shouting, you had an idea who he was yelling at and got yourself up from your desk, stepping from your office.

"It is your job!", he yells at Fae who you see standing tentatively behind her desk but at least standing her ground although you could tell she's on the verge of tears.

"What's going on?", you ask, her gaze snapping immediately to you. You've yelled at her before and she's never reacted this way, tears threatening to spill, when you yell shr takes it.

"I was explaining to Mr. Stewards that-", she tries to tell you but his yelling takes over, spit gathering at the corners of his lips.

"This bitch-!", Christopher Stewards begins, and immediately you don't like that, he's been treating her differently since she rejected him in the elevator, "I told her I wanted reports filed today and she's doing nothing but acting like a stupid bitch who can't do her job!"

Anger taking over your features, you stepped to the scorned young man, "Miss Fae is my employee. Understand? She's mine. And she is the most competent employee I have and there's not much I can say for you. I will not have you stand here and shout at her in my firm. Do you want to keep your job here?"

It must have been sobering for this little bastard to realize that you held his job, his fate, in your hands. You watched his face change, realizing his mistake, that Miss Fae was yours and no one else's.

"Can you stop doing that?", you ask Fae, your eyes glancing out the window at the traffic, both of you in the cab.

Her gum pops, she's doing it more during travel and right now, jet lagged, you can't take it, "Doing what?", she asks like a spoiled child that can do no wrong.

Turning to glare at her, you hold out your hand as you've done in the past for her to spit it out.

"I can't spit into your hand. We're in the back of a cab.", she protests.

"Then swallow it.", you tell her simply.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me.", you say under your breath, staring at the single key card in your hand, the hotel lobby as noisy as New York streets, "Check it again. Rickman. Alan Rickman. And there should be a separate room for Fae.", she was waiting patiently on your heels.

"I'm sorry, sir. Only one king sized room was booked for that name and under Rickman Anf Associates.", the worker explains.

Great. The other law firm offered to fly you out, put you up in a room, but didn't think to book a separate room for her so now the two of you would have to share because the hotel was booked full.

The cab ride to the hotel had been long and the flight had been even longer so now that you've showered and slightly unpacked you sat on the bed in the dim lighting trying to not fall asleep as the shower ran, Fae taking her turn in an attempt to wash off the long day. You could smell the soap she was using, it was the same scent that always seemed to cling to her skin that matched perfectly with her perfume. Poor girl, you thought, she put up with you so well, never a bad reaction.

She emerges from the shower and you sit up ever so slightly, fluffing the pillows behind your back as she walks to the bed, turning on the lamp next to her side, "I feel way better after that.", she sighs.

You risk peeking at her, seeing her bend to grab something, the short black silk nightgown she wore was no doubt designer as well, the dark fabric making her pale skin seem like something out of a fairytale. "I don't mind sharing a room. Don't worry, I don't snore.", she informs and you had to force a smile, her cheeriness grating on your nerves.

But here she was, in all her glory, smelling as fresh as the dawn and barely dressed in the same bed as you.

You risked another peek as she began rubbing lotion on her legs, the moments cat-like and seductive to you, wishing badly to feel that firm body beneath your grasp.

"Do you ever sit still?", you huffed, finally speaking, watching as she paused to glance up at your glaring face.

She caps the lotion, setting it on the bedside before turning her attention to you, this close you could see how when she moved the silk fabric brushed her bare chest, the slight touch making her nipples react beneath the fabric. God, how you wanted her!

"Sometimes.", she answers, but this time in her expression was something you've never seen before, as if she was losing her patience, "And are you always so rude and grumpy? I mean really? No wonder you've been divorced for over ten years, that's what I heard. No one will have a grumpy old man like you!"

Never. Never has Fae bitten back at you with harsh words, especially ones that cut deep, your personal life and the personal Hell of you're just a "grumpy old man" that will never have her.

Before you could think, it happened. Your hand came up, slapping her cheek in an attempt to rid her mouth of those harsh words. You didn't hit her with your full strength, of course, but the surprise and force of it was enough to make her yelp, holding her reddening cheek and staring at you with big eyes that seemed unsure what to do next.

"Oh-I'm sorry-", the words were out of your mouth almost immediately, the sound of skin to skin hitting only a second before...

Your boss just...slapped you.

And you could tell he regretted it as soon as it happened, an apology spilling from his lips.

But as soon as the words came out you were in his lap, straddling him, kissing in an attempt to fully take the apology away and to say that you were sorry.

Alan kissed you back hesitantly, his hands hovering your hips while you grasped his face, tasting how his toothpaste was different than yours.

"What. Are. You. Doing?", Alan whispers, making no move to touch you but also making no move to take you from his lap.

Biting your lip, you let go of his face, rocking back gently to settle on his lap, "Kissing you.", you reply with a simple answer. Your cheek still stung slightly but it was more of a shock than anything, the feeling snapping you out of your anger and making your brain go fuzzy for a split second.

Alan rolls his eyes, glancing over you spread across his lap, the silk pushed up your thighs, the man looked like he was struggling. "But why?", he asks you, "Why are you kissing me?"

Why indeed?

It's true that Mr. Rickman wasn't exactly always kind to you. He treated you fairly, but always in his way of speaking to you seemed harsh. Somehow you didn't seem to mind because you knew that in his own way he cared for you and looked after you.

Sometimes a girl needs looking after.

He was older than you, yes, but the way he carried himself made you think that even he could show you a thing or two.

Mr. Rickman was known for his voice, the unique tone, the accent that was a trace of his home, it drew you in like it did everyone else.

Now, staring into his handsome face, the bold nose that was his most striking feature, his hair graying at the temples, you were blushing like a schoolgirl realizing your full attraction for him.

The kiss had been as much of an impulse as his slap was.

As your silence grew you felt his hands finally touch you, resting on your exposed thighs. For a moment you thought he was going to push you off him.

"Well?", he asks, raising his eyebrow in a challenge for your answer, seeing his hazel eyes scan your blushing expression.

"I kissed you because I wanted to.", you whisper, moving ever so closer to his face, almost brushing your lips with his, "Because I like it when you scold me. I like being close and smelling your cologne. I like watching your hands grip pens when signing at work.", you heard him sigh in want as you explain yourself, "I like you having control."

Control seemed to be the word he was wanting and you were happy to give it to him. His hands gripped the flesh of your thighs as he closed the tiny space between the two of you, kissing you passionately as if he's been waiting forever to kiss you. The feeling of his hands was enough to make you moan into his mouth, pressing your hips forward on his lap and moving one hand to grope your chest.

Alan groans in reply, his big hands feeling you up, one on your breast, kneading the flesh, and the other on your thigh, pulling you to grind against him more.

"This is what you wanted, darling?", he asks you, chills breaking out along your skin as his pointer finger circles your hardened nipple before tapping it, making you squirm.

Nodding dumbly, you pressed yourself to him more, feeling the bulge inside his boxers as blood was beginning to rush.

Alan smirked, reaching to cup your face, his thumb toying with your lower lip before pushing into your mouth, which you welcomed. He didn't have to watch you suck on his thumb while your hips made little movements to grind against him, instead you both locked eyes, understanding the power dynamic and what you both wanted.

"Good girl.", he breathes before flipping you from his lap to lay you down, his thumb leaving your mouth to run down your body, gliding over every silk covered curve that made you a woman.

You could feel his appreciation in his touch, your legs parting as he got between your thighs, raising your nightgown further.

"Lace.", he remarks in approval at seeing your panties, cupping you over the black fabric.

Alan's finger traces up and down your slit, watching your face as you sighed. His touch was slow, meaningful, fingers dancing along your intimacy until they stopped at your clit, rubbing circles.

Letting a moan escape your lips, you didn't need words to let him know it felt good, those hazel eyes watching every reaction as you lay with your head on the pillow, and ache beginning to grow within you at Alan toying with your clit.

When your hips were beginning to move in time with his rubbing, it was still a little unbelievable that you were here with your boss like this, his touch vanished but only to remove the lace from your body which was beginning to cling to you with arousal.

"My my...", he breathes at the sight of you, tossing your panties to the side, "I don't think I need directions but I do like it." His finger traces the dark hair, a perfect straight line, of your landing strip.

"Are you sure?", you tease, his eyes glancing at your teasing expression and then down to where you were obviously needy.

Alan smirks back, "Well, this...", his finger runs down your landing strip, "Then this perfect little pink button...", he gently circles your tingling clit, "Then paradise...", he runs his finger down your slit, parting your lips, teasing your entrance, "I'm sure."

Your face was hot, squirming to have his finger inside of you as it barely petted your entrance. The man definitely didn't need directions but you could tell he was loving how much he could work you up.

"Tell me. Words. I want it in words.", he doesn't give in to your squirming.

Your begging eyes weren't enough for him, "Inside. Put your finger inside me. Please?"

He holds one of your hips, his thumb stroking your pale flesh as he eases two fingers inside of your heat which makes you groan. "Are you hard?", you ask, "Hard for me?"

His fingers were completely still inside you which made your clit throb even more, just being filled finally. "You have no idea, darling.", he tells you in that deep quiet tone he has which made you clench around his fingers, "Greedy.", he teases you but begins moving his fingers, hooking them upwards to pet exactly where you needed.

Your own hands were groping your breasts as Alan held your hip, fingering you, you were wetting his fingers more and more, that ache growing.

"I'm not letting you cum like this.", he informs you which illicits a whine from your lips.

Whining had been a mistake because in an instance his fingers were pulled from your cunt and he slapped your clit which made you yelp at the sensation you weren't expecting.

"You are so fucking greedy, you little cunt.", Alan growls, reaching for your hips and flipping you on your stomach, making you raise your ass in the air. You could feel your slick as he pushed the silk up your body, his fingers wet.

He slapped your bare ass which rang out loud in the hotel room but you liked it, spreading your legs for him and you could feel how hard he was pressing against you now. With a little wiggle you teased him, completely exposed and vulnerable, wet between your thighs, which only earned you another slap which made your ass cheek burn and your clit tingle more.

"Please?", you begged, careful to keep the whining out of your voice.

He was positioning himself behind you, those big hands groping to spread you apart and watch how you clenched around nothing, aching in need.

"Greedy little thing.", he coos, freeing himself and pushing the tip to your entrance which you immediately push back against to hurry him inside.

As Alan's cock stretched you out, your moans getting lost in the pillow, you heard him sigh, "Paradise."

Neither of you wasted any time, his cock thrusting into your wet core that was beginning to drip down your thighs and you pushing back onto him as hard as you could as if nothing could ever be deep enough.

Alan was in control.

It's what you wanted.

It's what he wanted.

And you wanted him to claim you completely.

"More?", you moaned out.

"More?", he echos between thrusts.

You wiggled your ass, the grip he had on you was surely leaving marks but you didn't mind, feeling one of his hands leave you.

You needed him everywhere.

He was gentle, testing, his thrusts a bit slower as the pad of his thumb gently pressed to your ass which made you moan louder, one of your legs quivering.

He liked you greedy.

And as his thumb sank into your ass, his cock still inside your cunt, he was fucking you completely, using his free hand to push your head into the pillow, controlling your breathing.

"That's it.", you could hear him even over the sound of your whimpering breaths, your face in the pillow, "You're doing so well, darling. Your cunt feels like paradise. I can feel you shaking. Begging to let go."

He was right. Your entire body was quivering and you could barely think, on the verge of coming now, trying desperately to keep up with his thrusts.

"Go on. Show me what you can do. You're so wet. So...so...wet...", Alan urges you on.

Unable to stand it any longer, your mind went fuzzy, fists grabbing the white hotel sheets as you could barely breathe, hot all over as you came, that bliss crashing down on you hard.

Alan fucked you through your orgasm, letting his grip up on your head so you could turn your face sideways to breathe, still trying to fuck yourself back into him while his hand petted your hair that had fallen across your face.

"Such a good girl. Greedy...good...Ahh, Fae-Fuck-", he curses as you felt him twitch inside you, spilling himself into his own bliss as he's claimed everything you have to offer.

"I'm thinking fresh cinnamon rolls...", you hummed, "Hot coffee...", Alan eyes you, listening to your thoughts as you both lay in bed after having had another shower, "And enjoying it in the hot tub."

He smiles, something that was a rare sight, "I think that's a great idea. Maybe I'll actually be in a good mood before this meeting."

You giggled, "You? In a good mood?"

He just shakes his head, this work trip had already been much more than either of you were expecting.

[crisalidaseason]

Armin x Latine!reader headcannons

This is for my siblings from latinoamerica, gringos dni if you're racist and xenophobic. Also, US latinos are welcome as long as you don't give your unsolicited opinion about my portrayal of latine people (I was born and raised in latam, in three different south american countries, I know a little about our life style)

He probably met you through Connie or Sasha, (those two would definitely be from latam). Maybe on a small get together, where Armin could interact more with you. I genuinely think the two of you would bond over musical taste and arts since Armin knows a variety of them.

He would be one of the few people to genuinely want to listen your country's typical music. And it's so funny to see him do micro dances having no idea what the lyrics mean.

Would probably learn a bunch of cuss words before even learning the greetings of your native language. And that's solely because people from latam have a thing for teaching cuss words. You can't help but find Armin's accent extremely cute when he's saying something outrageous in your language.

Will not be able to handle your food, but try his best to enjoy it. You have to take it easy on the seasoning whenever he wants to try a certain dish you're preparing. Talking about food, It's sweet how he makes the effort to participate in the cooking process.

When you invite him to a celebration in your family home, you prepare him days in advance. Knowing how chaotic things can be, you don't want him to be overwhelmed by the loud drunk tios, the tias all over Armin, trying to feed him, the screaming and crying little primos and primas.

Once he's there, the poor boy is kidnapped by your mother and tias and after hours of trying to keep up with their gossip in a completely different language (at some point you were tired of translating) you and him end up sleeping in a large bed with a bunch of kids because the party goes on forever.

Oh, and let me tell you, Armin gets pissed at he machismo during the party. Everyone is asking you to serve him a plate and he's like "I can fix my own plate". Also super mad when he sees only the women cleaning and doing the dishes. Thankfully you know better than date a guy just like your relatives and Armin helps you and the other women clean.

He never cared much about the soccer world cup before because his country was never huge in those things, but booy he loved seeing you and your other latino friends rooting for a random latinamerican or african soccer team playing. You partied as if it was your own country there.

"The rules is, never root for colonizer countries. The rest is game" you told him. "Even argentina?" he asked.

Explaining Armin the strange out of pocket beef with Argentina was fun. You never understood it, but it was tradition at this point.

"Look, we can trash talk Argentina, but you can't" you warned him once "Argentina is for the latinos to roast"

Prejudice is a no no, so expect Armin to get overly defensive of your people towards xenophobic bitches. Like this man is making his life mission to use his white boy privilege to roast and humiliate racist and xenophobic fuckers. Using his cracker heritage as historical reparation.

[theemporium]

Ok your jealousy fic gave me an idea… what about if Daniel actually does find Sunshine behind bars after a night out gone wrong

this was written in like 15 minutes because I couldn’t help myself shshshsbsj but enjoy! and thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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Daniel should’ve known better.

In the past, a lot of his relationships failed because of a lack of understanding. Whether it be the world of his job or the group of people he hung out with, most girlfriends didn’t make it very long before they realised they wanted more and went running for the hills.

You were different because you were already immersed in the world of Formula One. You were an engineer, you travelled with the team, you understood what pressure he was under a lot of the time.

And it meant you understood the other drivers too, that his friends were your friends before you both started dating. Daniel loved that, he loved that you got along so well, he loved that your lives were so intertwined.

And yet, in moments quite like this one, he can’t say he’s all that grateful for the friendships you made.

He should’ve known better when you said you were going out with Max and Lando. He was invited, after all it was summer break and they had weeks to enjoy before they were flying across the globe again. But he declined, happy enough to kiss you on the lips and tell you to message him if you wanted him to pick you up.

Except, he never got that text. In fact, he received no text at all. Instead, Daniel had been woken up by the shrill of his phone ringing, his hand blindly reaching for his phone from his spot on the couch where he dozed off.

But his eyes shot open once the words ‘police station’ and your name was found in the same sentence.

That was how he found himself walking into the local police station in Monaco, haphazardly dressed in whatever hoodie and shorts he could find before he quickly made his way over. He followed the officer into the back, finding you sat between Lando and Max, all with sheepish looks on your face as you sat in the holding cell you had been locked in for the hour.

“Hey, baby.”

Daniel shot you a look—one that was equally reciprocated to both boys on your side, before he turned to the officer again.

A whole load of paperwork and twenty minutes later, the cell was opened and the three of you were scampering out like scolded puppies with your tails between your legs.

It wasn’t until you were all back at your shared apartment where the silence broke. Daniel was far too tired to drop the other two boys at their own homes, just muttering that they could each take a spare room.

After they gave him an explanation.

“Listen—”

“This better be good,” Daniel grumbled, his hands placed on his hips. It was nearing an ungodly hour in the night and he wasn’t sure how much of this story he could handle.

“It wasn’t my fault,” you said to him.

“Really?” Daniel deadpanned. “Then who’s fault was it? Because you were the one in the cell.”

“This bitch!” you insisted. “She wouldn’t leave Lando alone! He’s a baby! He needed help!”

Lando nodded solemnly. “I am a baby. A hot baby, but a baby nonetheless.”

Max’s nose scrunched. “That’s not how that works.”

“So, what? You’re in jail because some chick didn’t leave Lando alone?” Daniel interrupted, pressing his fingers to his temples. “Sunshine, that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Well no,” you started, a sheepish expression on your face. “I was in jail because even after all the verbal warnings, she wasn’t getting the hint.”

“She tried to stick her hand down my pants,” Lando added.

“So I punched her in the face,” you finished.

Daniel blinked. “You punched her?”

“Yes,” you said, without an ounce of regret in your voice. “Right in the face. Think I broke her nose.”

“Oh, you definitely did,” Max hummed. “I heard it crack.”

“I—” Daniel sighed deeply before looking at the two boys. “How did you two end up in jail then?”

“Some dude got involved and tried to hit me—” you started.

“So, I hit him first,” Lando said with a slightly embarrassed smile. “It hurt. Like, a lot.”

Daniel could barely wrap his head around the whole matter before his eyes fell on his teammate. “And you?”

“I don’t really know,” Max admitted with a shrug. “It was either punching the security guard who tried to throw us out or the hundreds of euros worth of damage we made at the bar after I shoved the man Lando punched into the bar and all the shelves came crashing down.”

Daniel pressed his hand against his chest like he was genuinely winded.

“Baby—” you moved to step closer to your boyfriend.

“Just…let’s get you all to bed, yeah?” Daniel murmured. “I can feel a headache starting and I need at least a few hours of sleep before I can deal with this.”

Both boys didn’t need to be told twice before they ran off down the hall, knowing where their spare rooms were already. However, you stayed where you were, looking nervous as you stared at your boyfriend.

“Are you mad at me?” you whispered, your voice soft and quiet and unlike you.

“Sunshine,” Daniel’s face instantly softened as he moved forward to cup your face. “Of course not, baby, I’m just…overwhelmed. You were just protecting your friend…even if it got really out of control.”

“I’m sorry you had to come bail us out,” you murmured, your arms wounding around his torso.

“Just gives me plenty of ammo to use against you three,” he joked playfully before leaning down to kiss you softly. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed before you start planning your next felony.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re acting like I’m a criminal.”

“Well, in the words of Britney herself, I’m in love with a criminal,” Daniel grinned widely.

“You’re cheesy.”

“You like it.”

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[deadlifeseries]

So unlike you

Oh boy oh boy angst time. This was requested by my mutual @callisto-moon-bot150 she asked for angst with a happy ending, involving Prowl and Bulkhead arguing.

Honestly it was hard to think of something they'd argue about but i figured it out, this ficlet takes place during\after that one episode where Prowl teams up with Lockdown and has a sort of craze for mods.

"Prowl?.... PROWL! What do you think you're doing?! You can't go after Starscream alone!" Bulkhead looked towards the sky at the small ship that Prowl took to go after the allspark signal on the moon.

"Don't worry, Bulkhead. I know what I'm doing, I have the emp and stasis cuffs there's nothing to worry about". Prowl's tone was as calm as ever, but something about the confidence in his voice felt different. Prowl wasn't one to doubt his abilities, but he was never cocky. Now his words were laced with the kind of overconfidence that Bulkhead wold moreso expect from Bumblebee.

Soon thereafter Prowl went into complete radio silence. Of course this worried everyone, especially Bulkhead. But they could still pick up his energy signature and no distress calls so they all hoped for the best.

But nobody could have guessed what would happen next.

To see Lockdown again was bad on it's own, to see Lockdown with Prowl was worse. But to see Prowl and Lockdown working together? It made the fact there now somehow was two of Sarscream into nothing more than an afterthough.

"Prowl... what are you doing?! Why are you working with Lockdown?!" Optimus stared in disbelief at Prowl. Ratchet looked a lot more angry "and why do you have all of those..." he vaguely geastured towards Prowl "...things?"

Prowl deflected all of his teammates' comments, and they didn't have any time to argue with multiple Starscreams to deal with. During the whole ordeal Prowl acted so unlike himself that it felt like he was someone else.

In the end he snapped out of it and threw aside all the mods that he borrowed from Lockdown. But it wasn't that easy for everyone else to forget it...

Prowl was firstly scolded and grilled with questions. And he understood that, he really did and he didn't argue about it. But even after that he could still feel the distrust coming from his teammates. As much as they tried to hide it it was obvious that everyone was still worried about if this was a sign of worse things to come. Prowl understood that too, he wasn't oblivious to how the others could see this as some sort of implication.

But what really hurt was the distrust from Bulkhead. It was like he was avoiding Prowl, and as much as it hurt Prowl really didn't have a hard time rationalizing it. Bulkhead was the one who told him not to go alone, and Prowl remembered acutely the look of betrayal he got from Bulkhead when they saw each other after Prowl returned.

It was the worst punishment of all. To have the person who's supposed to love the most you avoid you completely. Prowl tried to talk thing out, he wanted so badly to apologise, to beg for forgiveness. But every time Bulkhead would just talk for as short as possible, or avoided talking all together.

This lasted for days, and it was absolutely unbearable. Everyone else was slowly moving on from it, except for Bulkhead and it was driving Prowl insane. It made the worst case scenarios play through his head on repeat. Did this mean the end? Did this mean that Bulkhead didn't want to be together anymore? The thought made Prowl's spark clench, how could he have ever even though of somthing so idiotic? He should've listened, he should've stayed and not gone out on his own.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. One evening Prowl went to Bulkhead's room, he took a deep breath an knocked on the door. He entered slowly, looking at Bulkhead with both anxiety and hope. Seeing the way that Bulkhead looked at him cut deeper than any blade.

"Bulkhead.... I... came to apologise" Prowl was hoping so dearly that Bulkhead would listen. "You were right, I shouldn't have gone out on my own, I should've never even considered working with Lockdown. Please, how can I make it up to you? Please, talk to me", his voice was pleading as he hoped so deeply to get any sort of response.

When he didn't get any response he sighed and hanged his head in defeat, "I... understand, if this means.. the end, then I'll accept it", Prowl turned around and was about to leave the room when Bulkhead spoke up.

"I was so worried about you", he spoke quietly, but with a slur of emotions in his voice. He turned to look at Prowl "I thought that the worst had happened when you would't respond. And when you did come back you acted so... unlike yourself... I thought I'd lose you in a different way".

Prowl looked positively baffled, he took a step closer to Bulkhead "you... though that i would..." he searched for the right way to say it "... go with Lockdown? Become like him? Bulkhead, I... I could never. Yes, I admit I acted like an absolute fool but I could never do something like that".

Bulkhead still looked apprehensive but didn't look away from Prowl, didn't object to Prowl approaching him. Prowl took it as a good sign, and continued "I'm so sorry, you were right! I should have listened to you! I acted like an idiot... please forgive me, I'll do anything" he was almost on his knees. If begging is what it took then by god he'd beg.

Bulkhead stood up, and walked up to Prow, "Anything?".

"Yes! Anything! Anything it takes!" Bulkhead's willingnees to talk made Prowl hopeful, when he said he'd do anything he meant it.

Bulkhead took another step forwards and grabbed Prowl, holding him close to his chest. "Never scare me like that again. I know I can't force you do listen to me but just... promise me that".

Prowl immediatly wrapped his arms around Bulkhead's neck, even if it had only been a few days since they last heald each other it was still far too long. "I promise, I promise I'll listen more, and i won't pull any stunts like that ever again", he said this wholehearthedly. This was a lesson that he wouldn't forget.

"Thanks. And uhm, sorry for the silent treatment... I just didn't know how to react" Bulkhead looked a lot more at ease and he leaned in to kiss Prowl.

Prowl accepted the affection like it was what kept him alive, "I understand, though I must admit these past few days must have been the worst ones of my life". He couldn't resist, he kept kissing Bulkhead like there was no tomorrow. It was almost hard to believe that he's normally so distant with everyone.

And it seemed like Bulkhead also didn't like the consequenses of his silent treatment, because he seemes equally as needy for attention. "Yeah, mine too. Now come here, I'm not letting you go until we've both had our fill", he smiles and picks Prowl up, holding him close.

With that it was like whatever invisible wall that stood between them fell. They held onto each other as if letting go would kill them, they exchanged kisses and words of adoration like they needed it more than anything else.

"I'm never giving you the silent treatment again", Bulkhead chuckled a little to himself "honestly, I wanted to stop after a day and a half. You're real irresistible you know that?".

Prowl was already flustered but hearing that only made it worse. He laughed and smiled warmly, it was rare sight but he couldn't help it when Bulkhead was so damn charming. "Likewise, I know I act very distant a lot of the time but now I simply can't imagine a life without you", he leaned in and kissed Bulkhead, this time more passionatley, "but enough talking, I have a few days worth of attentoin to catch up on".

[darthpinksithlord67]

Headcanons - From Bad Batch to “Dad” batch - padawan!Reader is a stepsister/stepbrother with Omega Pt.3

Warnings: none

Y/N=your name

Gender neutral reader, who was a padawan, survived order 66, and now teamed up with the Bad Batch. You are around the same age like Omega

When Cid "babysitting" you and Omega, she tries to give you some chores: mopping up, do the was the dishes etc, You flip out your tongue with a 'No!'

But Omega isn't a rebbelious, so she does everything (even your part of the work too)

You know, that the revenge isn't the jedi way, but damn it, that ugly trash earned it: unnoticed Force push her drinks, make her fall on the floor

When Tech repairs something you levitating what he asked for

Late in the night, you stole Tech's datapad to watch a spooky holohororr movie, but both scared to death, and ask to sleep with Hunter/Echo. Wrecker ensures that he can beat up any kind of creature what wants you.

The next morning Tech explain an endles dialogue about "this-isnt't-for-kids-and-ask-for-permisson-if-you-want-my-datapad"

Some other time you borrow the datapad from Tech, but after a minute you return it back in silence with tomato-red face and vanish quickly

Tech looks around confused. Hunter's face went pale: "I didn't delete the browsing history!" - he whispers.

Everyone get silent, but Wrecker asks in his formal,loudly way: Did you watched porn and forget to...

Shut up! - tell the others to the big boy.

Omega don't understood why avoid eye contact for a few days with everyone

Later get your own datapad, with parental guidence by Tech

When you meet with Gungi, you can sense his dread because of the batch. Maybe you barely know him, but commit everything to cheer him up and talk about "jedi thing" with the help of Hunter (he is tranlsating)

You come to realise after Gungi's leave: you miss your kind. The others and Omega just make big eyes when you try to explain something about the Force...

But your master and the rest of the jedi are dead by now. Echo, who worked with the 501. legion beside General Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano and General Kenobi, he always listens you, and understand somethings what makes you "that you are not an alien among them"

[danpuff-ao3]

I'm afraid to inform you all that Megs (@greenmegsnoham) is not a human person, but a m a c h i n e.

Just kidding, but you probably believed me for a second there. What Megs actually is is the pure personification of Virgo, running laps around the rest of us mere mortals.

This lady writes fic, records podfic, records a podcast, makes art, runs various Discord servers, runs various fandom fests, and somehow finds the time to read and comment?? She is super openminded and openhearted. She is encouraging to others. She is creative, hilarious, and helpful. All of this in fandom spaces alone, but she also has like...a real life?? Outside of this?? How, though?

And even though real life has been kicking her tail of late, she was still making stuff happen????

Not to mention, my first podcast I was featured on was because of Megs reaching out to me! And her presence in the same episode helped me stay calm and sane. We've done multiple episodes together on both Snape Chat and her own podcast, Care of Magical Shippers. She is such a blast to chat with, and listen to. And I have to credit her big time with me opening up to new opportunities and trying new things, however scary they were. And her always being such a rock through it all.

And I'm not the only person she's positively impacted. The communities she's built have been so important for so many people, making connections and building friendships and finding support and encouragement, from people all across the HP fandom. And other fandoms, now! Multi-shipper, multi-fandom, multi-talented QUEEN.)

Anyway, Megs is a big ole rockstar and I love her to death.

Fics

Exceeds Expectations

James/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 12,000. Underage. Crack treated seriously. Minor Jegulus. Minor Snegulus. Himbo James. Size difference. Enemies to lovers. Love/hate. Jealousy. Top/bottom stereotypes. Light dom/sub. Call Me Daddy Fest 2023.

No one understood.

Yes, James was tall, fit, and a Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He was handsome and extremely popular, it was just always the wrong sort of attention he desired. He knew he gave off those fuckboy vibes. One look at James, and he was clearly ready to pummel them into the ground. And that's precisely what he did, again and again, but it wasn't enough. It never would be. No one looked at James and thought, 'Damn, I'd love to wreck that arse.'

Once. Just once. Was that too much to bloody ask?!

OR

James Potter just wants to be bred.

Wait For Me

Albus Severus/Draco. Rated: E. Words: 85,000. Underage. Unrequited love. Denial of feelings. Mutual pining. Slow burn. Time skips. Secret relationship. Drama & romance. Past relationships. Background relationships. Some Drarry, endgame Dralbus. Next Gen Fest 2022.

Draco had always believed that Harry had been the one that got away. His one great love—his best friend. He had tried to let go, to find that love in another. But he had failed. He'd accepted his fate—if he couldn't have Harry in that way, just having Harry in his life could be enough. 

Despite his unrequited love, Draco’s life had changed for the better in so many ways. But nothing had changed him more than holding Harry's son in his arms—darling little Albus. That day, he became the most important person in the world to Draco. 

Watching the boy grow into the brilliant and determined young man had been a treasure, as tumultuous as it was. Be it teenage angst or failed relationships, Draco had always been there to pick up the pieces for his boy. 

Even when his feelings took a turn for the unexpected, Draco wouldn't trade their journey for the world. 

Not when his great love had been there all along—waiting for him.

OR

30 years of thirsty pining for a Potter.

Worship Thy Master

Tom/Abraxas. Tom/Avery. Tom/Mulciber. Tom/Lestrange. Tom/Nott. Tom/Rosier. Underage. Pillow princess Tom. Body worship. Denial of feelings. Slither In Fest 2022.

It's their last year at Hogwarts, and everyone is tense about passing their N.E.W.T.s. Tom isn't, and he has an excellent idea as to how he can help his fellow year mates destress.

OR

Tom gets ALLS the dick and refuses to fall in love. Because he's Tom.

Podcast

Care of Magical Shippers (Host)

Ep. 13 | Snotterly (James/Lily/Severus)

Ep 30 | Fleurmione (Fleur/Hermione)

Ep 35 | Snaco (Draco/Severus)

Snape Chat (Guest)

Ep 5 | Cokeworth

Ep 7 | Snape Lives!

ProtegoCast (Guest)

S3E3 | Vegan Dating and Relationships

Podfics

For You

written by bisexualronaldweasley, narrated by Megs. Draco/Harry. Rated: T. Length: 2 minutes. Angst. Hurt/comfort. Loneliness. Blood & injury.

It was the stack of newspapers shoved against the front door. It was the stove, cold and forgotten. It was the creaks of the old house. It was the unused Floo powder, sitting in jars on the mantle. It was the Owls that took off every day and never returned with replies. 

One week without him, and you were ruined.

Don't Fuck With Florists (They'll Fuck You Up)

written by MayMarlow, narrated by Megs. Harry/Tom. Rated: T. WIP. Time travel. Fix it fic.

Unsatisfied with his post-war life, Harry decides to get to the root of all of his problems when that root was still working at Borgin and Burkes shop in the late 40s. He’s the Master of Death, damn it, he can do what he wants for once in his life.

Tom Riddle isn’t particularly happy about working at a small, dingy shop for magical artefacts, no matter how interesting those artefacts are. He’s even less happy when an insufferable stranger sets up the most obnoxious flower shop right across the street.

What follows would be a romantic comedy, if it weren’t for politics.

for an explanation about Mutuals March, or to figure out why i wrote you a thing, please check out this post.