#bumblebee you child of divorce

[hercarisntyours]

I actually really like exes divorced oplita

[crying-fantasies]

Terraformer AU: Basic 2

Masterlist

Let's get this going before I forget, maybe I'll edit it later:

Primal is very curious in the fact that humans look and act a lot like eukarians, humans eat other things to live and so they do! (Cybertronians look at them like animals for this) so he is very pleased to greet the first humans to the colony, he meets his conjunx as one of the ones that come from Earth as refugees after another war, (Primal tries to be partial but the bots from Cybertron seems to have a natural talent for war), he notices that many human have younger versions around, even you, but that doesn't stop him from pursuing this human that he feels attached to, chaos unsues, of course, he is the first member of the tribe leaders to choose a human conjux endura, what's worse (in his people's optics) is that you two also adopt a human kid, one orphan of the war, is difficult but he comes to terms with the fact that his little family will perish before him, Primal doesn't care, he will cherish every moment together as a loving conjunx and a doting mentor, but he doesn't have the chance to do it, when Unicron arrives Primal is just a puppet of his will and destruction, he even almost gets killed in a war that he didn't want to be part of and the moment that he is finally free he can only find his son that looks at him as a monster, Primal almost lost it before the kid is returned to him by a human protection department, he doesn't know what happened to his conjunx, he only believed, and wants to keep believing, that you are still out there, he wants to believe that the pain in his spark is a wound from the battle, it has to be, it must be, Toshio just looks at his father, that keeps searching for you.

Bumblebee has always been close with the humans, to the point that he finally tries to settle down with his human conjux, he really isn't ready to be a mentor, or a father like humans call it, but war has left many kids behind and Bee is the most (adorable) easy bot to approach for many kids, he just ends up with one by his own and his conjunx goes along with him, once again he thinks that he isn't ready to be a mentor, but after all the whole fiasco of his death and return he almost lost his whole family (Bee's conjunx is this 🤏 close to filling for a divorce and taking Rosalinde) because he keeps on getting his life in danger, then dies, and not even a day in the world of the living and he is going to risk it again, when the war is gone he swears to never leaving them behind again, and both humans start to cry because they are so angry at him but also so relieved to have him back, it took years raising her to have Bee finally see that he can be a good father, Bee wanted his sparkling to have a very badass and cool name and the little sparkling that comes gets named Blood Horn even when all she has of blood it's her pink like energon color and what she has of horn are the little things poking from her helm, the worst is that she likes her name and keeps it even when she is even smaller and cuter than her sire (BH even puts this act of though girl boss but no one can take her seriously with that little ribbon in one of her horns and her big and round optics) and he finally has a taste of his own medicine when BH joined the elite guard (he's so proud but oh so terrified for her well being), you don't take a break before because of Bee's risky behavior and now BH is the same, or even worse, constant heart attack.

Cheetor is in love with his soon to be conjunx the moment that the little human showed a little bit of understanding, truly do it, not looking at him like a child (it was natural since he was, well, billions of years older) it was silly and funny, that's how many maximals saw it, the kid was happy and no one really thought that he would do something about it in reality, but then Primal goes and marries a human and adopted another, no one in his tribe can stop Cheetor from starting a relationship with his human friend by hunting the biggest thing he can find and then dropping it at the human's feet, while this eukarian friend of yours looks expectant, that title changes quite soon to boyfriend, a good and cute name that humans use, just like the other eukarians he is used by Unicron, by the time he gets himself together the fear of blood on his claws almost ended him, but his human finds him, he can only cry in relief, he ends up taking care of some human kids that he feels as his, when they are ready they finally complete the ritual and have a sparkling, it gets difficult to find a name because he doesn't have idea of what is coming from the hot spot (like beast wars protoforms choose their alt mode and it can be different from whoever got to them first), Viperus ends up being some kind of chimera and his alt-mode shows that but Cheetor loves him any way even when his sparkling tries to poison him every chance he has, his tribe has already accepted this kid, and the kid's kid is strong as hell.

Soundwave just likes how regular his conjunx is, it gives him a sense of security, that things will stay the same and he will not lose his conjunx since they are far from the lines of war, the cassettes he has left try to understand his decision and in reality kind of expected it (they're happy for him) but they didn't thought it would be with a human, because under all that metal, Soundwave is way too emotional and sensible, more than he really let's others see, they all know that he is going to suffer when time takes away his conjunx, Soundwave himself knows, his conjunx knows, so the latter is the one that brings the idea of a techno-organic child up, Soundwave is opposed to the mere assumption of one, to bring one of those a human must experience pain by being burned from the sentio metallico, he doesn't want any pain to come to his conjunx, so the idea just stayed there before he was ready, Mayhem is a perfect copy of Soundwave when he finally ends his growing period and looked like a casette while being a protoform, almost every detail is way too similar and when Mayhem uses his voice box for the first time some cassettes lost their credits by some foolish bet because he talks... well, normally. Soundwave is way too protective of his whole family, as his human conjunx call it (his cassettes, his conjunx and his sparkling) and whoever at least looks bad in their direction, well, Mayhem knows about cybertronian and organic biology in detail for a reason, wants to be a medic too, (every bot member of the family gasped with indignation at this, what a waste of natural talent! Have you seen those big blasting speakers you were born with?!)

Grimlock ends up raising the strange project that is a baby with a spark, it's not even a joke when Connie was little and out of the incubation chamber he could feel the humming of her spark on her little chest, at first Nickel tried to get him away from the baby, since he still had this panic attacks that ended with sheer violence, Connie was a baby, an organic one, and no one had the most remote idea of what she could eat or, worse, what she could excrete, so they got to Earth where he encounters his future conjunx, could it be that hormones did his magic in him? The necessity? He doesn't know and he doesn't care, he ends up with a organic conjunx and a kid, it's a little tricky at first, the others don't even understand why he did what he did (how did he do it so fast? How do you even spark bond with an organic?!), The whole group pre given wariness around the organic gets washed away when they see the cute pair of organics around, Grimlock's conjunx even played with them from time to time, of course, years go on and Connie is now a little lady, a pretty much crazy and fucked up little lady with the family that she got, but she is everything that he could've ever asked (and all he will ever want, Primus, it was difficult to keep her alive till now) maybe in the future he would want another, for now, he likes to just stay with his new family and have you near to recharge together.

Thundercracker gets his human baby girl in the very same way he finds Buster, in an alley, and he just decided there and then that she is now his, and yours by sub product since you two were already married by human tradition in his head, it was an internal joke (it happened in one of those state kermes while you were too drunk and he believed that the whole deal was real), when he gets the baby to you it's quite the surprise, at first you and Marissa fear that he may have done something illegal (like kidnapping a baby by accident) but no, no one comes to reclaim the child and you two really are provisional parents when TC refuses the mere idea of letting go of the baby, going as far as pointing his arm gun to the police officers that tried to take the baby to an orphanage while Buster was also barking, keeping the baby safely tucked in his cockpit shouting "You will take her away from me over my cold.dead.servos!" So yeah, you have a daughter now. It comes natural that when TC asked you how could you let those cops almost take the child that miraculously found her way to your happy marriage, you tell him the truth and he goes full on crying ("what do you mean we aren't married?! Are you leaving me with our child? Are you going to buy cigarettes now?!") Yeah, it got out of proportion rather quickly (what kind of content was he even seen now?) He is a little resentful after that, trying to hide the baby from you, but finally giving into it when movies and series can't help him with raising a real child alone, so he goes to Marissa, she doesn't have any idea of what to do apart from the basics, and he finally goes to you, being quite dramatic in how you broke his spark by leaving the house (house as in his place in the base) but he let's you be near with time and ends up telling you to come back home (again, his little corner) and maybe is the tenderness of the whole deal, how he is just so delicate and caring that makes that drunk kermes wedding a reality, making Thundercracker the first ever cybertronian to realize conjunx ritual with a human and Max the first ever child to be raised in a mixed species household, (oh yeah, it also makes Skywarp and Starscream the first uncles of an organic child)

[tumbleweed-writes]

Now That I Have You: Chibs Telford/Original Character. Chapter Seven

Previous Chapter HERE

Chapter Seven: Broken Trust

Molly found herself buzzing around her tiny house like a bumblebee on speed, trying to get the place looking presentable. It wasn't an easy task of course, given what she had to work with.

She had swept the floors and put any of Mason's toys that had found their ways out to the living area, away in his room. She had polished the furniture and cleaned the kitchen and the bathroom.

Molly had put Rocket in her bedroom locking the dog in with a puppy pad, water and food. She was unsure if the dog would be unwelcome in her lawyer’s presence and it was too hot to place the dog out in the backyard.

Mason was at Tara and Jax's house so he would hear nothing about what was supposed to happen today.

Her child’s health had improved significantly and the pediatrician she had taken him to had assured her that he was no longer contagious.

So, Mason was free to play with Abel without infecting him or Thomas, for a few hours.

Molly had worn the nicest thing she owned that would still be acceptable in the hot summer weather; a nice pink tank top, a pair dark jean shorts, a nice light gray cardigan, and a pair of short wedges.

She had even started a kettle of tea wanting to have something other than juice, milk, or soda to offer her lawyer.

Today was her first meeting with her lawyer Lucy Fisher. Molly had done a little research on her laptop once she'd finally gotten her wifi up and running. Apparently Lucy Fisher was a well-respected lawyer. Lucy's office was in a more swanky area of downtown Charming. She was probably one of the best lawyers money could buy.

She was a little confused when she had spotted that Lucy Fisher’s main focus was defense law. She did see a mention of divorce and family law at least on the website connected to Lucy’s practice. So, that was reassuring.

Molly couldn't believe that Lucy Fisher was actually representing her, and all for no cost. It was all pro bono.

It was a big relief considering she had been worried that she would never be able to find a lawyer who would be able to hold up his or her own to the team of lawyers Brian would more than likely hire.

Molly held her cell phone up to her ear, resisting the urge to roll her eyes as she heard her younger sister's voice on the other end. "What do you mean you met someone?"

"I mean just that. I met a really great guy." Molly replied as she sat back on her ugly yellow sofa, her feet sore from her marathon cleaning spree.

"What's he like?" Candace asked concern obvious in her voice.

Molly let out a sigh knowing that Candace had a right to worry, considering Brian.

She knew it was soon to be announcing she had a new love interest. The divorce proceedings for her current marriage had not even been put in place yet and here she was claiming she’d met a great guy.

She was sure how that would look to the outside world. It looked even worse to those familiar with her past taste in men. 

She knew this felt like she was jumping from one bad relationship risking jumping into another one.

She could admit she was still a little concerned by what Chibs had told her about his past; his marriage, the source of the scars along his cheeks. The mention of the IRA really worried her. 

It concerned her to know that Chibs had such a violent past. She feared that there was still violence in his life judging by SAMCRO’s need for a lawyer.  A little voice in the back of her mind kept on telling her to drop him from her world before that violence hit her and her son.

She was almost frightened to realize though that she didn't want to part from him. Despite her concerns about his past she couldn't pull away from him.

His past scared the hell out of her. She would be lying if she tried to claim it did not. She found herself clinging to the hope that he would not allow that past to touch Mason or her. 

Molly was doing her best to put her trust in Chibs. He was good to her son and he was good to her, it was a fact. She tried to tell herself that this fact was good enough for her to ignore her fears and any lingering questions about SAMCRO.

She prayed that she wouldn't regret this decision even though a voice in the back of her head insisted she would.

Molly stared down at her feet suddenly very interested in the pink polish on her toenails. "He's...well, he’s amazing actually. Mason really likes him and so do I."

She was unable to stop herself from smiling at the thought of Chibs. They had plans this afternoon after her meeting with her lawyer.

He was going to take Mason and her to the park; a little date. It was sort of a chance for Mason to bond some more with him.

They had spent time together before this of course. He had come over to her home several times after their disastrous first date. They'd had dinner together with Mason. They had been making an attempt to get to know one another a little more.

They were trying to take things slow; though it was obvious that the relationship was becoming very serious very quickly.

He had come over more than a few times and done his best to help her care for Mason while the child recovered from the chicken pox. He had even watched a couple of Disney movies with Mason and she, which had been pretty adorable.

Chibs had sat right beside Mason on her ugly couch and let the boy explain the plot to whichever movie they watched. He even asked Mason questions about the movies here and there. It was clear that Mason had been thrilled that Chibs was paying such close attention to him and what he had to say.

Chibs had really taken the time to try to get to know the boy. It was clear that Chibs had meant what he'd said when he told Molly that he understood that her son was an important part of her life.

He was proving that he understood that Mason came with Molly. He was proving that he cared for both Molly and her son.

Molly was amazed that Chibs had stepped up to being there for Mason. He had done it so effortlessly.

Chibs had done far more than most men would be willing to do when it came to bonding with her child and dealing with her trauma. His willingness to go above and beyond for her son and her both, just made Molly adore Chibs even more.

Molly was a little afraid of how Mason would handle Mr. Chibs and his mother obviously being more than just friends.

Mason hadn't asked about his father, not yet anyway. So she'd had time to think about how she would handle the question when it did come up.

She was just waiting for the boy to ask. She just hoped that the development in Chibs' and her relationship wouldn't affect her son's relationship with Chibs.

The boy adored him, so the last thing she wanted to do was ruin that. Mason needed a good male presence in his life. And so far Chibs was proving to be that presence.

"He's a mechanic... he rides a motorcycle with a club he's in. He has a good heart. He knows about Brian and he's willing to be here for Mason and me. He's really great." Molly explained deciding to leave her suspicions about the motorcycle club out of the conversation as well as his history in Belfast.

Chibs and she still hadn't sat down and discussed the questions she had about SAMCRO just yet. Although they both knew that it was a discussion that needed to happen.

Molly wasn't an idiot. She knew that SAMCRO wasn't just an innocent little club; her mind had jumped to all sorts of conclusions about what the truth could be.

She let herself live in denial that the truth about SAMCRO was something just awful. 

When she let her mind wander too far into the subject she began to fear that Chibs was some sort of monster. She was afraid that he was hiding something disgusting and horrible. Why else would he keep putting off talking about SAMCRO?

He had already told her about his past ties to the True IRA. That was dangerous enough. Could SAMCRO be worse? She had a feeling it could be worse or equally as dangerous. 

He hadn't done anything to make her think that he was capable of violence despite threaten to kill her ex...though she had tried to convince herself it was more of a figure of speech in a moment of pain than anything. 

A voice in the back of her head told her she was being naive though. Of course, he had been literally threatening to kill the man, the voice snapped at her.

The voice in the back of her head told her she was being willfully naive about SAMCRO and just what her beloved Filip was capable of. 

Still though, he had done nothing to show her that he was some sort of deviant monster that would harm her or Mason. He had been a perfect gentleman to her and a true sweetheart to Mason.

There was nothing to fear, she told herself. Whatever she was imagining was probably far worse than the truth, she would see that. She had almost completely convinced herself of this.

"Never thought you'd go for a badboy. How old is he? Please don't tell me you've become some sort of cougar?" Candace asked knowing that her jesting would make her older sister blush.

And it did. Molly's cheeks turned dark pink at the teasing. "I don't think I'm old enough to be considered a cougar. He's older than me actually...he's in his forties"

Candace let out a sigh as she pointed out the one thing Molly already knew. "Jack and mom are going to freak you know...They're going to want to meet the guy and grill him. He’s probably old enough to be your dad..he’s old enough to be my dad."

"I know...don't remind me. I swear this is not daddy issues." Molly replied dreading the day her mom and brother forced her sister to drive them over to Charming to inspect her new boyfriend.

To call her family dysfunctional would be too much of a compliment. Yes she knew that everyone's family was dysfunctional.

She had once heard a quote from Leo Tolstoy that went something like All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

That quote pretty much described her family; they coped with trauma and sadness with alcohol and passive aggressive comments. That wasn't to say that they didn't all love each other. They just loved each other in a very flawed sort of way.

She was sure that once Chibs met the mess that was her family he would probably run away as fast as he could.

She shook her head not wanting to focus on something that might not happen for a long while.

Molly ended the conversation with her sister abruptly as there was a knock at the door. She was thankful for the abrupt end especially after the mention of possible daddy issues.

She laid her phone on the coffee table by the manila folder. She had put everything she would need to give her lawyer in a thick folder. She took a deep breath straightening her hair trying to make herself look presentable before she went to answer her door.

Lucy Fisher was the definition of elegance. Lucy Fisher was a tall thin woman with a designer wardrobe. Her white hair had been cut into the perfect pixie cut and the prada eyeglasses she wore made her look every bit as intelligent as she was.

Lucy had an air of confidence and pure boldness. She was just the woman to handle Molly's case.

Molly had expected the woman to look down on her as elegant as she was; so she had been surprised to find that the woman was respectful and compassionate.

Greetings were brief and Molly gave a background on everything that had happened with Brian as well as her expectations for what she wanted from the divorce and custody hearing that she knew would come. 

Molly spoke looking up from the photos she had spread out along the coffee table while the two women talked about what her best strategy would be in this divorce. "Is this enough to keep Brain away from my son forever?"

"Oh, it's more than enough. As soon as we show a family court judge this evidence, Brian Parker won't have a leg to stand on." Lucy was impressed that Molly had gathered so much evidence to use against her husband.

Lucy Fisher had seen some nasty things over her years as a lawyer; her main caseload was defense work. She had been willing to work the divorce case though for a friend of SAMCRO. After all, the club provided her with enough work when they were willing to shell out the money she asked for.

The pictures were haunting even to Lucy. It was clear that Molly Garrett had been through years of anguish.

No family court judge would look at all of this evidence and take Molly's husband's side of things.

Lucy spoke again, her voice gentle. "Gemma said that you had concerns about your husband coming to Charming?"

Molly felt her stomach plummet at the thought of her husband coming to unleash hell. She had a feeling that he would come as soon as the divorce papers were written up. She was not exaggerating when she’d opened up to Chibs…she had a fear her husband would kill her. "He doesn't know where I am...but I'm afraid he'll find out. I know he will find out once the papers divorce papers are filed and sent out. I don't know what he's capable of. After that last...beating, I'm sure that he's capable of so many horrible things...I don't want him to come near my son."

"I would suggest going to the police here and filing a restraining order." Lucy stated giving her best professional opinion.

"But won't that just tell him where I am? Won’t he have to face me in a court of some sort for a restraining order to be placed." Molly asked knowing that with a restraining order papers would be sent to Brain ordering him to appear in court. The papers would more than likely tell her location.

Lucy sighed knowing that Molly had a point. "This is just if he shows up, dear. If you get a call from him or you see him, file that restraining order."

Molly nodded her head, her stomach beginning to knot up.

She felt a sense of dread cross her mind. She felt the snarky comment develop in the back of her mind. What was she to do with a piece of paper when it came to defending herself? What was she supposed to do with a damn restraining order, ball it up and throw it at him; she couldn't help but to think bitterly.

Molly shook Lucy's hand as the woman spoke. "We'll be in touch, Miss. Garrett. Don't worry about a thing, I'm the best damn lawyer in the state."

Molly nodded her head hoping that Lucy Fisher was right. The woman seemed to know what she was doing.

This was all going to turn out okay. She tried to convince herself that this would all go her way. She had nothing to fear, she tried to believe. 

She didn’t believe she had nothing to fear though. Brian was something to fear. 

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Chibs pushed Mason on a swing at a big park, not far from Molly's rental house. The boy let out a squeal filled with the type of pure joy only a child could have as the swing swung high up into the air.

The boy seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact that the playground had cleared out the second a few of the mothers had spotted Chibs' kutte.

Chibs was thankful for the kid's clueless innocence. The last thing he wanted was for the child to ask why people were so frightened of Mr. Chibs as Mason still insisted on calling him.

Chibs was astonished at the irritation he felt over people disappearing from the area at sight of him. It was something that wouldn't have bothered him in the past. In the past he would have been fine if people scattered. He used his ability to intimidate to his advantage. No one fucked with the guy who gave off the vibe of danger.

In the past he had always stayed proud not letting anyone's opinion bother him. With Mason here to witness people's fear, it certainly did trouble him.

He didn't like people judging him so clearly in front of the little boy. Chibs feared that one day people would judge Mason just because of him.

After all, Chibs planned on being around for the long run. He hadn't lied to Molly when he'd promised to be there for Mason no matter what happened in their relationship.

He wanted to help Molly as much as possible. Wasn't that his place as Molly's boyfriend; be there to give support? Shouldn't he be there to help her with the boy? He knew he needed to play a male role model for Mason.

What would happen when Mason started school in less than a few short months? Would teachers fear Molly's boyfriend? Would other kids' parents not allow their children to play with Mason once they realized just who Mr. Chibs was?

Chibs let out a sigh knowing that he was probably getting ahead of himself. He just felt so protective over both Mason and Molly. It was still very strange feeling so protective over someone who he hadn't known all that long.

He just felt so content when he was with them. Mason and Molly didn't fear him; they didn't see him as the outlaw, or as the foreigner, or as the scary biker.

They saw him as Filip. They saw the good in him; his loyalty to his loved ones and his kindness. They liked him for who he really was, not because of SAMCRO, but because he was good to them.

It was clear that Molly and Mason had him wrapped around their fingers and they probably didn't even know it.

Chibs wanted to give them both the best. He feared that once the truth came out about SAMCRO that Molly would want nothing to do with him. That Molly would think that he was too dangerous. That she wouldn't think he was the type of man she needed.

She had taken the news about his past with the True IRA with cautious stride. She was placing her trust in him even if it scared her. 

She assumed his past in Belfast and his misdeeds there remained in the past. She was unaware that SAMCRO very much still ran guns for the True IRA. His past was not so distant.

He feared what Molly would think of this fact. 

He didn't want to lose her. He loved the compassion she gave him. He loved her gentle touch, her lips against his, her laugh, and the look of adoration she gave him.

The past few nights he had visited Molly Garrett had been the best nights he'd had in a long while.

Chibs spoke as his arms began to grow tired. "Why don't ya go get that bread we brought from yer ma? I bet tha ducks would love some bread."

And that was all it took for Mason to abandon the swing and run for his mother who was sitting out on a big blue tartan blanket they'd brought along with them.

They had taken her Bug of course, given that a bike wasn't enough to transport two people along with a child. Though Mason had recently started to ask if he could ride with Chibs on the bike.

Molly wasn't quite up to allowing that just yet. Chibs was sure that he would convince her eventually though to let him take the little lad for a ride.

Mason giggled as he threw stale bread crumbs out towards the ducks at the park; well actually he launched the bread directly at the ducks instead of to them.

Chibs sat with Molly close by on the tartan blanket watching the boy closely as he fed the ducks. Both Molly and Chibs remained watchful of the boy, being sure that he didn't get too rambunctious with something that might decide to bite.

Molly sat back in between Chibs legs, his arms wrapped around her. She wasn't sure if she could call this spooning considering they were sitting up.

Chibs spoke mentioning the lawyer for the first time today. They hadn't wanted to discuss it with Mason within earshot. "How'd everythin go with Lucy Fisher?"

"Really good, she thinks I have a good fighting chance...she wants me to file a restraining order against Brian if he calls or shows up." Molly admitted fear swirling in her gut again at the mention of her husband.

Chibs tensed at the mention of a restraining order; he was tempted to tell her not to worry about any restraining orders. He wanted to tell her that he would take care of the bastard himself if he showed his face here or even dared to make a threat over the phone.

He decided to bite his tongue though not wanting to freak her out with more violent threats against her soon to be ex husband. He let out a tired sigh as he spoke up. "What are ya goin to do?"

"I don't know yet...I just don't want to risk him coming near Mason or me…I know I won’t be able to hide from him once the divorce proceedings begin. He’ll know where to find me then. My safe haven from him will disappear once he knows where I live." Molly replied, her throat tightening at the thought of Brian ever coming near her son.

"Ya know I aint goin to let a thing happen to either one of ya, Lass. Ya have plenty of people who care fer ya and are goin to protect you and that boy." Chibs stated as he leaned over pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Molly smiled, his words comforting her though she was unsure if she fully believed anyone would be capable of protecting her. She spoke again, changing the subject. "I want to do something nice for Gemma, for helping me with the lawyer."

Chibs smiled, not surprised that she wanted to do something to thank the woman. He knew though that Gemma wasn't the type to expect a big deal of thanks. "Don't worry bout it, Love just tell her thanks and that'll be nough. She'll be satisfied as long as ya make it clear to her that ya appreciate what she's done."

"She seems very protective of you." Molly pointed out remembering the conversation she'd had with Gemma. It was like Gemma was a mother inspecting her son's new girlfriend.

Chibs smirked at the comment knowing that Gemma was the definition of protective. "She's a bit like a ma to all the guys in the club. Sorta the queen of SAMCRO"

"She seems like a protective mom. Was your mom protective? You mentioned your aunt not being keen on…your choices in Belfast. I know you were young when your mom passed..but what was she like?" Molly dared to ask hoping that she wasn’t pushing him into something he was not comfortable discussing. She knew enough that dead parents could be a sensitive subject.

Chibs let out a sigh his mother was a painful topic for him. He knew though that he could talk to Molly about it.

After all, she already knew a bit about his painful past. So it wouldn't hurt to tell her more. "She raised my little sister and I single handedly. I already told ya my Da wasn't that good of a man, he disappeared when my sister was a baby. I was glad to see the bastard go. He cared more bout the bottle than his family, Always swore I’d not be a thing like him…I was bout eight when he left. My ma tried, she really did. She worked all sorts of jobs tryin to make ends meet. We lived in estate housin…we were poor, so broke. I’d try to help out but I was too young to be much of a help. She taught me bout loyalty to family. She told me to protect the ones ya love. Then she got sick."

He paused for a moment as Molly placed a hand over his wanting to provide him a sense of comfort through his discussing the past. "She had cancer of the pancreas...it was too late by the time the doctors found it...she didn't even last a year. After that my sister and I went ta live with my ma’s sister in Belfast. I was in pain...grieving. I was angry. I dove into motorcycles after that...became obsessed with em. I rebelled hung out with a bad crowd…met Fiona...bought my first bike at sixteen and the rest is history."

"What about your sister? Cait, right? You said she lives in Belfast?" Molly dared to ask wanting to know more about the man she was finding herself adoring. She wanted to know more about his past outside of the violent history he'd shared with her.

Chibs sighed his throat growing tight at the question. He spoke choosing his words carefully trying to tell the story without giving away too much. "Aye, Cait. I loved my sister...she has always been the softer type...calm, thoughtful. Telfords tend ta be a rowdy bunch, at least the lads do. My sister was all my Ma though...fulla peace instead of fire. We were close growing up, I looked out fer her...didn't stop her from pickin a bad match in her husband...I still tried to look out fer her even though I didn't approve, looked out fer my nephew too after my sister's husband ran off. I used to ride out to see em, bring money and we'd get some food and booze, have a good time bonding...My nephew...he got into some shite when he grew up, turns out he's a wee bit like me...made some choices my sister didn't approve of...lad lost his life...My sis and I don't talk much now days...she doesn't approve of the life I chose...the life my nephew wanted to follow, he was her only child and now he's gone...She blames me."

Molly nodded her head suddenly, understanding a bit more about Chibs and the realization that he was protective of those he cared for. It was his biggest virtue, that and the sense of loyalty. 

She felt her heart ache at the sorrow in his voice at the mention of his strained relationship with his sister and the loss of his nephew. "That must be hard...losing that connection to your sister...losing your nephew."

"Aye, can't be helped though I guess. Lad, was a...he meant a lot to me. His loss was rough on his Ma, I don' blame her fer her anger at me. Lad was too much like me, willful. It's the Telford curse." Chibs remarked not wanting to go into too much detail of exactly how his nephew had died. He knew that would require discussing SAMBEL and it was not something he wanted to get into, but right now. 

"Grief does weird things to people." Molly provided her brow furrowing not helping but to sense that there was something more there to the story. It was a feeling she got often with Chibs. It was something that troubled her. 

She spoke again pushing the thought from her mind, wanting to share a bit of her past as well. "When I was about eight my father killed himself...He was mentally unwell…the drugs didn’t help. I guess in his warped mind he thought we'd be better off without him. I found the body…My mother never recovered...they were high school sweethearts. We lost our house and had to move to a trailer park. She drank a lot…she still drinks a lot. I didn't feel safe after that. I felt lost...guilty that I wasn't strong enough to save my father from his own destruction...We were close...I guess that's why I went with Brian...he told me he could make me feel safe...my mother knew better of course...but I guess hindsight is 20/20."

"I bet yer dad would be proud of ya lass...of yer boy." Chibs stated honestly believing it a chill running down his spine at the thought of eight year old Molly finding her father’s body. He felt a little speechless at what else he should say. He had no idea how else he could provide her comfort.

He understood how it was to lose a parent; how the guilt could eat you alive if you let it. How you would do anything to relieve the pain no matter how dangerous it was. How you would do anything to distract yourself.

Molly took a deep breath, his words comforting her though she wasn't quite sure if she believed them.

Maybe he would be proud though. He would be proud that she was being strong and taking care of her son.

"Your mother would probably be proud of you I bet." Molly replied, wanting to return the favor. She did believe that his mother would probably be proud to know that her son was such a strong man. That he was so kind even when the world hadn't been that kind to him.

Chibs chuckled knowing that his mother would probably ground him for life if she ever saw him and what he'd become. Still though, Molly's statement made the child in him feel at ease.

They sat in silence for a long moment enjoying the day. For once it wasn't too hot.

Molly let out a soft sigh as Chibs traced his right hand underneath the pink tank top she was wearing, her hand still remaining over his left hand. She hadn't changed out of the outfit she'd worn to meet with her lawyer.

His hand felt oddly amazing against her skin. His hand was warm against her but the rings were cold. It was a fascinating yet pleasurable sensation that she was sure she could get very used to.

Chibs frowned as she tensed his hand running along the horizontal scar from the c-section she'd had five years ago. It was a thin line that went along her stomach right below her belly button.

Molly spoke the words spilling out of her mouth revealing something that had weighed down on her self-esteem for years. "Brian hated that scar...he said it ruined my body...that and the stretch marks."

Chibs frowned, a sense of rage washing over him at the confession. He found that he always felt rage at the mention of Molly's soon to be ex husband though.

Chibs had easily come to the decision that if or when Brian Parker stepped foot in Charming then Chibs would make him pay for what had been done to Molly Garrett and her son.

He spoke wanting to make it clear to her that Brian Parker was an asshole who hadn't deserved to even touch her. "He was an arse. That scar and those marks are proof that ya gave life to that amazing little lad of yours, sweet lass. You gave the world Mason and that makes ya more gorgeous than anything in the world to me."

Molly felt her eyes become misty, a little overwhelmed by the sincerity of his words. It was odd how one statement could make her ego swell more than it had in years. "You mean it?"

"Aye. Yer are the most beautiful woman on the planet. And I thank god that ya took a chance on a bastard like me." Chibs assured her placing his hand directly over the scar keeping it pressed there just to make a point.

"I'm not sure that I believe that. And I find it very hard to see you as a bastard." Molly replied as he leaned down pressing a kiss to her neck.

He chuckled as he pressed another kiss to her neck. "Believe me I've had my moments. Besides, Love, I ain’ one to judge scars.."

She smiled still not fully believing him even though she had a feeling that he was being very honest with her.

She felt her heart ache at the mention of scars. She snuggled a little closer to him at the statement attempting to send a silent message that she did not mind scars either. 

She closed her eyes wanting to soak in the feel of the warm sun and his embrace. She wanted to soak in the contentment she felt from the afternoon they'd had together.

Chibs wished that he could relax as well. He wished he could enjoy holding her against him underneath the pleasant afternoon sunshine, but his mind was a mess of fear and frayed nerves.

Chibs had made the decision that tonight he would tell Molly all about SAMCRO, every last detail. He would answer any questions she had for him and hope that she would still want him when all was said and done.

He had no choice but to tell her tonight. He would be leaving for a run over to Nevada first thing Saturday morning. He would most likely be gone for more than a few days.

There was no way he could explain his leaving town with the club without her knowing the truth about what SAMCRO was.

He was afraid that she would never look at him the same way again once she knew the truth.

He didn't want her to see the outlaw biker when she looked at him. He wanted her to keep seeing him as Filip, the man who would do anything for her and her son.

He just hoped that she could see him that way. He didn't want to lose what was proving to be the best thing that had happened to him in a long while.

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Molly and Chibs sat at her dining room table, which was just really a fold out card table. It wasn't an attractive table but it was enough for Mason and she and occasionally Chibs.

Mason had long ago very reluctantly gone to bed, leaving Chibs and Molly to talk in private.

Chibs swallowed the lump in his throat knowing that here went nothing. Molly would either hate him or she would accept it. "SAMCRO stands for Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club Redwood Original...there's several branches of our club all over the US and even in other countries...there's a charter in Belfast...It was the charter I joined after…after my attack."

Molly nodded her head as she took a sip from her coffee cup. The coffee was too hot but her hands felt restless and she needed something to keep them busy. So having a coffee cup to hold seemed like a good option.

Chibs spoke again fearing that her silence meant the worst and he hadn't even really gotten into the more unpleasant facts about his life. "Jus like SAMBEL, SAMCRO deals with the IRA in arms...illegal arms...we're tryin to get out of that though. We also deal with an escort business called Diosa ...it's run by a man named Nero...he's Gemma's boyfriend...He treats the girls well...It's all safe..no one is forced into it. They're there by their own choice. There’s been some involvement with the cartel in the past…drugs…We've dealt with porn in the past as well through a company called Cara Cara...there's been some discussion of bringing that back as well. The patch I wear on my left side…SGT at Arms…I’m meant to serve as a protection of Jax as he’s club pres…I’m also meant to be an enforcer for the club. If someone steps outta line…I enforce discipline"

Molly felt her stomach drop at the words; illegal arms, prostitution,drugs, and  porn. She felt like vomiting. She spoke, her hands continuing to shake as she gripped on tight to her coffee cup. She felt sick at the mention of discipline…he meant violence. He was meant to enact violence if anyone stepped out of line. "You're a criminal."

He sighed, wanting to deny it, to say that he wasn't. He knew the truth though, he was a criminal. "I am…we’re outlaws…I can understand if ya don't wanta see me again...If ya want me gone just say the word."

She frowned, letting his words sink in. Did she want him gone? Despite everything, didn't he treat her well? Wasn't he good to her son? Wasn't he good to her?

"You are meant to be an enforcer…that means violence right? Are you a violent man, Filip? Don’t lie to me or feed me some crap about how you are only violent when you need to be. Are Mason and I in danger? Being involved with you?...Is being with you going to get my son or I hurt?" she blurted out wanting to know everything. She was afraid. She was more frightened for her son than anything.

She wanted to know everything about what she was dealing with here. She wanted to know that being with Chibs wouldn't cause her or her son any pain.

Chibs closed his eyes, unsure of how to answer that question. Yes he knew that he would do his best to protect her and her boy from everything. He would never let someone lay a hand on them.

But was that enough? After all hadn't Opie tried to protect Donna in the past? She was dead as was Opie, as was Piney and several others.

He felt his throat constrict at the question about violence. He knew in his heart he’d never harm her…but he was capable of violence. He was capable and willing to carry out acts of violence. One might argue he had enjoyed certain acts of violence when they were done in vengeance. Hadn’t killing Jimmy O’ felt cathartic? Hadn’t killing one of Opie’s killers felt just a healing? Had he not slept like a baby the night he’d killed Jimmy O’? One might argue he was too comfortable with the violence that was asked of him. 

She spoke, his silence making her heart ache. "I guess that answers my question."

Chibs reached across the table placing a hand over hers thankful that she didn't pull away from him. "I will do whatever it takes ta keep ya safe. The club and I would do anything to protect you and Mason, so would Gemma and Tara. We would never let anything happen to you."

Molly felt her stomach plummet at the mention of Tara. She felt her stomach sink at the realization that the doctor who she'd come to think of as a good friend, was involved with this. She knew it made sense, Tara was Jax's wife.

Tara knew about this the whole time and she’d pushed her at Chibs? She had known the danger and had given Molly over to it like a lamb to slaughter? 

"I need to think." Molly blurted out unsure of what else she could say.

She was so torn, part of her wanted Chibs to get out of her sight. Part of her feared what he was involved in. Part of her wanted him to stay away from her son and she.

Part of him still felt something for him though. She still felt safe when he was around. She still adored him and the way he treated her son. Part of her had fallen for him so hard.

He nodded his head as he spoke. "I'm goin on a run Saturday morning...don't know when I'll be back...that should give ya time to think."

Molly nodded her head as they both stood up from the table heading straight for the front door.

Chibs spoke as Molly opened the door signaling for him to leave. "Just tell me one thing Molly...are you breakin up with me? I want to know...if I stand a chance. Can ya please tell me that?"

Molly closed her eyes, taking a deep breath unsure of how to answer that question. Did she want to break up with him? Did she no longer trust him?

The words spilled out of her mouth unsure of what else to say. "I'm not sure...I just...I have a lot to think about."

Chibs felt his heart sink at her words. What if this was the last time he would ever see her face?

He leaned in doing the only thing he could think to do, hopeful that she wouldn't shove him away.

He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek; it felt too much like a kiss goodbye, like a farewell,thanks for the memories. 

And with that he walked to his bike refusing to allow himself to look back at her. He couldn't torture himself that way. He couldn't look at her knowing that it may be the last time he would see her face. He knew there was a huge chance that she didn't want him anymore.

Molly watched him start up his bike and pull away, her eyes beginning to water.

It wasn't until he was out of sight that the tears really came.

She shut the door leaning against it and sinking to the floor, the scratchy carpet in her living area, as she began to fall apart.

She had to think. There was so much for her to think about.

[tanema123]

FOR OTHERS

Vaggie color change, to fluffy tits moth

Emily trying to escape Sera's clouches

Jayfeather from warrior cats

Adam's apple child

Paloma Carmine

Odesika kids

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Carkoal redesign

Vox has a type

Emo Emily, seramilla au

KikixVelvettexClara kids, seramilla au

Bionical Matoro

Baby Carmilla, with a knife

...Smexy times zestmilla hidden image...

Abbys watcher

Zestmilla pokemon design, not my own

Friend videogame character request

Exorcist Carmilla

Carmilla Carmine Sandwich

CAT WEEK

Pixiewott

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oc 6.... glorious unknown multiple cats

oc 7 ... was added to cat au

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Bumblebee with Any Forger on his head, friend request

Glorious unknown hundred requests 😊

1 playing with Odette and Clara

2 hunting moment

3 Carmilla cuddles

4 Dorana playing with Clara's tail

Xellas-the-wanderer with Blackfyre

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Stealing cookies from seramilla

seramilla I made you dinner

We are planning nothing Part 1

DRAGON BLOOD CURSE AU (seramilla)

Dragonoid Carmilla Carmine

Dragon design for Carmilla and her daughters

EMILY STAYS IN HELL AU (seramilla)

Emily, fallen form

DIVORCED AU (seramilla)

BUFF Carmilla Carmine

[transingthoseformers]

ORIGINAL DIVORCE AU ANON

Galvatron the MegaLord Baby ACCEPTED! Damus is convinced that Megatron reproduced asexually and refuses to accept Overlord had any part in this.

Hot Rod is the oldest and is terribly fond of his slightly feral baby brother. Hotlock doesn't intend to help escalate them but Hot Rod is weak to puppy eyes when Damus asks for things he really shouldn't have and Deadlock wants to impresses his not-yet-maybe boyfriend and proceeds to teach Damus how to properly stab someone. Damus gives a disturbingly articulate speech about Deadlock serving the Cause well that Deadlock thinks is cute.

Damus is the equivalent of eleven, so Overlord has beef with a whole ass child, but Megatron is convinced "they're just playing" (and has informed Overlord of what will happen if it goes beyond what a ex-gladitor parent considers just playing in explicit non-sexy detail). Overlord mainly treats Baby Damus's assassination attempts like a cat treats a kitten and paps at him in what he'd consider playful.

Damus is convinced if his stepdad just dies horrifically he can swing his parents getting back together. He's even got a power point about Optimus keeping Ratchet if he really wants him. Megatron has Soundwave after all.

This is another point in Optimus's "I sometimes think about my exes new wife meeting an unfortunate accident".

They do switch off weekends at the Cyberverse esque wall splitting Cybertron. And sometimes have to cohabitate areas when they are visiting for events like Hot Rod's First Big Race or Damus's musical recital or holidays.

The baby DJD is forged by Optomus sending Damus to Summer Camp to socialize more because he's concerned about the increase in blood thirsty commentary since Megatron had Galvatron and Ratchet and he adopted First Aid. He gave Bumblebee nightmares and Arcee has been encouraging him. Damus proceeds to sort everyone by usefulness, genuinely befriend the weirdest kids there in a semi-positive manner, burn down the arts and crafts room, incite several riots, blackmail a riny medic jet into being his minion and tried to sneak him back home in his luggage, start a cabin gang war with the other weird kid gang in Cabin 3 (the Scavengers), and helped kidnap a Beastformer kid who was just watching the chaos go down fascinated while Ultra Magnus frantically tried to help with a missing child case.

The main portion of the story is Damus's adventures in Summer Camp.

The fact that Damus is younger than I anticipated makes it even funnier, like damn this kid has red flags. Especially with Hotlock and a weeeeee bit Optimus enabling him! I adore how Overlord is basically going "aww, too bad buddy😁" to this disturbed preteen who tried to poison his energon that morning. Damus trying to demote Ratchet to sidechick status.

Sbkkdh yES THE CYBERVERSE STYLE WALL IS BACKKKKKKK

The summer camp section is just. Sweet jesus Damus my little guy, if that's the main portion i am highly intrigued and i would read the hell out of that. This menace. He's just. You can practically see the fire crackling behind his optics with how much he can accomplish

[kindheart525]

Kindheart’s To-Do List

This is a list of all of my next gen arcs and other projects so I can hold myself accountable on what I need to work on. Also so you can get a taste of what’s next! Please feel free to comment which arcs you’re most excited for so I can figure out what to prioritize!

Also send me asks about the in-progress and not started arcs if you’d like! I can’t guarantee I can answer all of them due to spoilers but it’ll help build up hype!

Finished Arcs

Dawn of the Gods - Celestia and Luna’s backstory

Arabian Dawn - Sahar and Heavenly Glow's arc

Live Wire - Snowcone Syrup's arc PART 1

Rapids of Manehattan - River Morganite's arc PART 1

Salt In The Wound - Saltwater Taffy's arc

Exclusive Story - Cheddar Changa's arc

The Future's Foundation - Mountain Peak's arc

Scarlet Letter - Summer Beauty's arc

Child Management - Luster Dawn's arc

The Equestrian Dream - Flurry Heart's arc

Lump Of Coal - Rosemary's arc PART 1

One Of The Colts - Bullseye's arc

Heart and A Hard Place - Red Cedar and Rainier's arc PART 1

Tail Curling - Blue Velvet's arc

Talking Loud, Saying Little - Veuve en Deuil's arc

Burdening Mask - Yngvlid's arc

Bridleway - Triple Threat's arc

Aquatic Filter - Seaweed Swirl's arc

Sweet Dreamer - Slumber Party's arc

Red String - Prophecy and Swift Valor's arc

Legacy Broken - Bumblebee's arc

Minted Glacier's arc PART 1

In-Progress Arcs

The Cheese Touch - Cheese Sandwich's arc

Finer Fur - Nouveau Riche's arc PART 1

Supernova - Astor Anomaly and Erudite Spell's arc

Positively Fearful - Aura and Eclipse's arc

Married an Icarus - Scootaloo and Terramar's divorce arc

Blackfire Phoenix's arc

Stockholm's arc

Not Started

Pacific Rose's arc

Aurora Borealis's arc

Trailblazer's arc

Snowcone Syrup and Raspberry Sorbet's arc PART 2

River Morganite and Obsidian's arc PART 2

Sandpiper's arc

Rosemary's arc PART 2

Erudite Spell and Swift Valor's arc

Nouveau Riche's arc PART 2

Southern Belle and Ingenue's arc

Ravenclaw's arc

Etheria's arc

Indigo Sprint's arc 

Orchard Blossom's arc

Red Cedar and Rainier's arc PART 2

Red Delicious' arc

Brazen Plumage's arc

Tea Cake, Rosewater, and Violet Petal's arc

Licorice Lace and Nimble Nimbostratus's arc

Blueberry Sticks and Minted Glacier's arc

Marmalade Meringue's arc

There are others that will go on this list which mostly involve the NNG cast, but I haven't fully decided which NNG characters will get full arcs. There's also...all of the Thirdverse that needs to be added to this list lol

This list will be shifted around as I finish some projects and start others, but I wanted to show where I'm at and what's to come!

[ring-rong-rang-rung]

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I tagged 1,757 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#starscream - 236 posts

#megatron - 235 posts

#soundwave - 182 posts

#prowl - 179 posts

#rodimus - 160 posts

#optimus prime - 129 posts

#ratchet - 110 posts

#jazz - 107 posts

#drift - 104 posts

#wheeljack - 90 posts

Longest Tag: 125 characters

#today i discovered 'sleeping in the cold below' which also slaps but i have no idea how to even begin to insert it into a fic

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Every time a new chapter drops on this fic (Reforged by Heliopauseentertainments), my sibling, whose not reading it, loses his mind over the fact that we don’t yet have a for certain answer on the potential reincarnation plotline.

To be clear, it’s currently 93 chapters, and I think I found it when there were 16 chapters.

2 notes - Posted November 6, 2022

#4

making a playlist for my NaNoWriMo wip, and wondering if any of y’all have any song recommendations for Jazz, Prowl, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, and Ironhide

preferred vibes being sad, serious, and/or epic?

6 notes - Posted October 19, 2022

#3

Snippet from new WIP

Context: Prowl and Smokescreen the morning after the destruction of Praxus, feat. my OC Hipshot, Jazz’s predecessor as the head of the Autobot’s Special Operations

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“Carrier-”

“Bluestreak is alive. We are going to Praxus to find him.” Prowl took Smokescreen’s hand. “Are you stable?”

“Enough.” 

“Good.”

They continued down the hall, towards the shuttle launch. Prowl opened an incoming comm from Hipshot.

::You didn’t hear this from me, but Spec Ops has two extra seats on their shuttle. Find Bumblebee. It’ll head straight for Enforcer HQ, or at least, the coordinates of where it used to be. If Smokescreen can’t handle it, Bee will stay with him.::

Prowl didn’t believe he’d ever found himself thanking Hipshot, but today was full of awful firsts. Hipshot brushed the thanks off easily.

::Just make sure if you see your ex to doubletap him through the spark, as a little gift to me.::

::Will do.::

13 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

#2

Ah, finally! Here’s my work for 2022′s @tf-bigbang. It’s been a wonderful time, and I was paired with the lovely @sxpaiscia, who provided me with three gorgeous illustrations. So sit back and please enjoy all the work we’ve put into this.

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types

Relationships: Skywarp/Thundercracker (ThunderWarp), Megatron/Starscream (MegaStar)

Characters: Starscream, Skywarp, Thundercracker, Megatron, Soundwave, The Constructicons, Flatline, Original Cybertronian Characters, Sparklings

Additional tags: Mild Child Endangerment, Listen one of the sparklings can float phase shift and teleport, everyone is doing the best that they can

Summary: Skywarp and Thundercracker were keeping secrets from  Starscream. Right up until those secrets raised the number in their  trine from three to five. Now, in the middle of the war, the three seekers are struggling to  keep the crew of the Nemesis from discovering the two sparklings. But it  won't be long before Megatron and Soundwave get suspicious about how  much "trine time" Starscream's been taking lately and try to discover  the cause. And when one of those sparklings develops Skywarp's outlier  abilities, it'll only be a matter of time before they're all discovered.

Work Status: Complete (3/3)

31 notes - Posted October 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hasbro making a potentially bold choice in Transformers: Earthspark to have Megatron and Soundwave be divorced instead of Megatron and Optimus.

372 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

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[fatalitysficbakery]

Innocent Verdict. (Joy Struthers-Rossi x Black Fem!Reader)

Genre; Angst/Fluff.

Warnings; VOMIT, Talks of Abuse, Child Molestation, Rape, Our Corrupt Justice system that doesn’t protect black women, hotchner being a supportive dad figure, PTSD!reader (i have ptsd so i’m gonna write it how my attacks feel in my experience but everyone’s attacks won’t feel the same.), Adult adoption (Not common, but happens sometimes. this is what Aaron is to the reader, her father), yes Elle is in this. why? because in heavens bakery she never left 😍. Also- subtle hints of an age regression relationship between Joy and Reader(coping mechanism, nothing sexual ya nasties), reader has autism!

Synopsis; After an innocent verdict turns your life upside down, your wife is there to help you back up. Along with your Quantico family.

↳ ❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

↳ ❝He who spares the guilty threatens the innocent❞⁣ -Legal Maxim

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Innocent. The judge had ruled him innocent. Your mouth went dry, the scene went blurry, and you could only barely hear your wife asking if you were okay. It was hot and stuffy in the room and you felt dizzy, you needed out. Turning, you run from the courtroom before anyone has a chance to stop you, the bathroom seemed so far away, your stomach lurched— You only just made it before you spilled your guts into the nearest toilet, tears in your eyes. It was all for naught. The trauma. The abuse. You could still feel his every touch like it was seared into your skin, a memory of a sin you never asked to commit. At least— A sin is what he called it; Begging for forgiveness whilst he dealt trauma to your skin, and yet he never stopped.

The door swung open, scaring you into a corner of the stall. Another scar he’d left on you psyche— PTSD. He was coming back, he was gonna take you again, you weren’t safe, it was him, it was him; Until it wasn’t. Your wife bent down in front of you holding your inhaler, her face was his for a moment, her voice was his voice— You curled into yourself to make it stop until you heard a familiar nickname, “Bumblebee”. Your breathing finally slowed as she helped you take your inhaler and stand up. You grimaced her way and sighed, “Take me home”.

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Y/N Hotchner-Rossi. She’d met Joy Rossi after she’d met Aaron Hotchner, the man who’d saved and adopted her. Ever since her mother had died her step-father had turned his abuse from his wife to his only step-daughter. While his sons got his love and affection, she got abused, molested, and neglected. When she found Aaron, she was traumatized, barely a shell of a person so he took her in. He gave her the father figure she never had. He gave her the courage to stand up against her abuser and finally take him to court. But what was it all for? To see his smugness as he won one over her once again? Surely, Hotchner couldn’t predict this— He told her this would be hard, it didn’t mean she’d win but it meant she would fight, all with the help of him, the team, and Joy. Her Joy. It was puppy love the moment they’d met at a BBQ at Aaron’s— Celebrating the fact she’d got into college and moved away from her dad to her very own apartment. Joy was there with Kai, It turned out she’d gotten divorced after realizing she wasn’t into men at all. They clicked instantly and from there bloomed a friendship that turned into a lovestory no one was able to predict, not even our beloved profilers. They’d gotten married three years into their relationship when it happened— The last assault.

Y/n felt confident she could face the man now that she was no longer his daughter, he happened to be in the same coffee shop one day when she realized she couldn’t but it was too late to realize that with a gun pressed against your back. He assaulted her again in his truck, smiling and telling her it was just like old times before leaving her a shell once more. That’s when she finally took Aaron up on his offer to take the fool to court. Now it was her that felt like the biggest fool. She could see how the judge favored him from the beginning and in her gut she knew it was doomed from the start but she kept at it. She wanted to show him he had no power over her. Now she realized that he did— Or at least that’s how it felt.

“How is she”? Garcia walked up to the group of Agents, noticing that Joy and Y/n were escaping from the back of the court, fearing the cameras that would ambush them the second they walked out in the front.

“Not good. Joy’s taking her home, she had a panic attack”. Hotch looked over to his daughter, concern painted on his face. He wanted to go hug her, but he knew that right now all she needed was to go home and let this verdict sink in before picking herself back up. It was never an easy thing to do, the law had favorites and unfortunately a black woman testifying against her white step-father wasn’t one of them.

“The judge was a piece of work. We should’ve known this would happen”. Dereks jaw clenched, he was angry. You’d turned into one of his favorite people— His bestfriend, and to see the justice system fail you so badly made him want to do nothing more than turn around and tell that judge what’s what.

“I’m gonna go check on her later if either of you would like to come with me”.

JJ smiled sadly, Garcia and Elle quickly nodded and although Hotchner wanted to say ‘Hell yeah I wanna go check on my daughter’ He didn’t know if it was the best idea for a male figure to be in her face at the moment— Especially knowing of her PTSD. He remembered the first time they argued, it was something petty and silly, it wasn’t even an argument really. It was them baking a cake for Beth and Jack and they disagreed on the frosting. Hotch raised a spatula to put frosting on her nose when she’d suddenly backed away and curled into the fetal position begging him to wait because she had school the next morning and didn’t want her teachers to see the bruising, something she frequently begged her step-father to do as a teen because she knew him abusing her would happen either way.

“You guys go. I’m not sure it’s a good idea for her to be around a bunch of men right now. She has bad PTSD”.

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You were silent the entire way home and even at home you still weren’t talkative, one thing hadn’t changed though, Jordan noticed— You clung to her for comfort, looking around at everything else with an unsure paranoid glance but not her. You seemed to cling tighter, stare at her more for safety, security. Even through the midst of all the bullshit, Joy was glad she could grant you that.

“Do you wanna go upstairs and speak to Kai, Bumblebee”? Joy asked softly, standing you in front of her, a sweet inviting smile on her face to put you at ease— You nodded lightly but it seemed Kai had beaten you to it, running down the steps to greet you and Joy. Joy saw the look in your eyes and shushed Kai as you hid behind her, the footsteps triggering.

“Mama, why does Ma look so sad”? Kai asked, trying to move to hug you. Joy stopped him. Kai didn’t understand PTSD, let alone the trauma you’ve been through that would’ve made you adverse to his hugs, he knew you’d always loved them so why not now?

“Ma just needs some space right now, okay? Go wash up for dinner and you can talk to her then. Okay baby? Go wash up if you wanna spend time with ma”.

Kai’s eyes lit up; You were his favorite person, he immediately ran back upstairs to wash up, much to your discomfort, flinching, you covered your ears and Joy cringed.

“No running”! She tried to say loud enough for him to hear but soft enough not to trigger you.

“Hey, hey, hey. Come here, Bumblebee”. She turns back to you, opening her arms and you immediately take the offer to jump in them and break down into choked up sobs— Rubbing your back, Joy sighed. She didn’t know what the judge was thinking, there was piles of evidence that your step-father had done this, hell there were even videos and yet..

“Can you do something for me, Princess”?

You looked up at her with those big doe eyes she adored so much, the eyes she hated seeing the hurt and pain in— She squeezed you lightly for your comfort and hers, to reassure you but also to reassure herself, to reassure herself that you were safe and nothing could harm you with her around. That’s what it meant.

“Can you go take a relaxing bubble bath with Maxine the duck while I order dinner? I’ll get your favorite and bring up some strawberries so you can eat them in the tub and watch your favorite show on the projector— Sound good”?

Although you hadn’t talked, she was proud of you for each nod or shake of the head you gave her. It let her know you were still that strong warrior she’d fallen in love with. It let her know things would turn out fine.

↳

Joy was finally alone for a moment and able to process this, herself. She finally cried. The hurt on your face was something she hated to see and the moment you’d ran from the courtroom, her heart shattered; You looked so small and fragile curled in the corner of that bathroom stall, not recognizing her for a moment and backing away so she wouldn’t hurt you. You were so strong in her eyes. You are so strong in her eyes. You’d helped her through everything and now she’d help you. She’d be your backbone when you couldn’t stand on your own.

She was snapped out of her stupor when the doorbell rang, clearing her throat she wipes the tears away and goes to get the doorbell, having a pretty good idea who was behind it.

When she opened the door, JJ, Kate, Elle, Tara, and Garcia stood there bearing food and gifts, sad smiles on their faces.

“Can we come in”? Kate asked softly almost like she didn’t want to scare Y/n either. Everyone was cautious and for good reason, that’s what Y/n needed at the moment. Cautious.

“Uh, y-yeah of course. I just sent Y/n upstairs to take a bubble bath. She’s not talking right now but I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you guys” Stepping aside she lets them in and tries to hide her sadness and the fact she’d been crying; Unfortunately, Garcia’s expertise included tech and empathy.

“Oh, lovebug. You look like hell, I knew this would be hard on both of you so I brought something for you as well. I couldn’t find that book you wanted so I hope a knitted plushie is okay”.

Joy laughed, a genuine one. Garcia never stopped being herself, even in the roughest of moments.

“This is why we love you, Pen. Our ball of energy and sunshine” Elle chimes in, putting the sushi on the table and taking a seat. Joy looked around at all the support you had, an entire team of people that loved you, an entire family that loved you. She started crying then and there, all of the women cooing and gathering around her to give her a group hug.

↳

No one was expecting to hear Y/n’s voice for awhile, she was known to go non-verbal for periods of times after an attack and Joy usually just let her be, comforting her and being close to her, because that’s where Y/n felt safest. In Joy’s arms.

“Can I get a hug too”? Your voice croaked out, raspy from all the sobbing you’d done. The women flinched and turned to see you, opening their arms happily.

“Wouldn’t be a group hug without our beloved Bunny” Tara jokes as you walk into their arms, covered in the warmth of a group hug with some of your favorite humans.

Bunny. That made you smile. You’d been given that name the first night your dad let you meet the team, you were a bubbly person, and when overexcited you’d hop around and bounce a little— That’s when Reid dubbed you Bunny, saying that you’d acted just like one and even assigning you a breed “Harlequin rabbit” and from then on, that was your name for everyone.

~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~ + ~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~

“Are you ready to go in, Bumblebee”? Joy asked, kissing the back of your hand. You were currently stood in front of your fathers house for the first time in months. Sure, you’d seen all of the Quantico men but in small doses because of the trauma you’ve been through they didn’t want to overwhelm you. Finally, one day after months of therapy and your psychiatrist suggesting it, you, Hotch, and Joy planned a barbecue, to get you back in the swing of things.

“I think I am, hold my hand the entire time”? You asked, mostly joking but Joy would do it anyway.

“Of course, mama. I’ll be right there with you, okay? If at any point you get overwhelmed just come get me and we’ll leave immediately. Understood”? She was stern with her words but you knew she was just looking out for you, protecting your peace and security. You didn’t know why it made you so emotional, but you found yourself hugging your wife tightly. She’d been your rock for 4 1/2 years now and that hadn’t changed. Your safety lie with her and so did your heart, soul, and body.

“I love you, I just- Thank you, Honeycomb. I truly don’t know what I’d do without you”.

When you pulled away, you stood on your tiptoes, pressing a short but sweet kiss to her lips; She was shocked for a moment before kissing back, you hadn’t called her Honeycomb in a bit— She didn’t realize how much she actually missed the name until she felt a tear fall from her eye. She never felt a lacking of appreciation from you, she knew with you she’d always feel loved and cared for; Even through your toughest hours, you always made sure she knew you cared. Whether it be through small touches, simple gestures, a note in her bag when she left for work, you’d always find a way.

“I, I love you too, Bumblebee. I got you, yeah? Let’s go in, people are probably worried”.

You nodded and kissed her cheek before finally opening the door, taking a deep breath because with this team? There’d always be chaos, but that’s why you loved them.

↳

When they saw you and Joy, everyone came rushing over voices overlapping each other before the booming voice of Tara stops them, “You’re gonna overwhelm the poor girl, back it up and give her some space”!

You and Joy giggled watching them frantically back away and apologize. That’s when you met the eyes of Aaron and Jack. Rushing over to your father and little brother, you hug Hotch first and then turn around to pick up Jack, “Jeez, kid. You’re getting too big for me to pick up anymore”. you pouted, booping the young boys nose before putting him down to go play with Kai who’d spent the night at their home. Too excited and impatient to wait till the next day to see them.

“Are you doing okay”? Hotch asked softly, rubbing your shoulder.

“Is it true? T-that he died”? You answered his question with another, your wife had followed you, her arms wrapping around your waist, resting her head on yours.

Aaron squeezes your hand, “He was murdered. Your 12-year-old step-brother Joshua was a victim of his after you’d left and after the verdict came out. He felt hopeless. The other three ambushed him after he’d come home drunk one night and assaulted Josh. They found Joshua unconscious and bleeding. That was the last straw for them”.

Your throat felt tight, you didn’t know what you were feeling. A strange mix of relief and sadness. Sad that your kid brother had gone through it too, he was the only brother that actually cared for you— The others would rather watch and laugh. You also felt relief, he could no longer hurt you or anyone else; The mental wounds would never fully heal, they’d scar over but at least you were safe now, at least Joshua was safe now.

“I’m just glad Joshua is safe now but…You know what sucks”? You laughed humorlessly, clutching onto your wife, your face nearly in her chest as a tear fell.

“They laughed when he did it to me”.

The team came to you, along with with the Jack and Kai. Joy held you against her, and as you cried you found yourself looking around through the blurriness of your tears and realized— This was the life you’d been dreaming of every night after your mother died and your step-father assaulted you. This was the family you envisioned, the love you fantasized of when in the clutches on the slimey monster you were forced to call dad.

Now is when you realized— Innocent Verdict or no innocent verdict. Dead or Alive. Luis Jones no longer held any power over you. You’d found your family, you’d found your way. You picked yourself up and went back to school, you worked your dream job at a doggy daycare…This was everything 10-year-old you would’ve wished for when he hovered on top of her with the face of a monster. This was all 17-year-old you would write about in her journal in the dark of that basement with nothing but a lantern light. And this? This was what 19-year-old Y/n was seeking when she’d met Aaron Hotchner. Her real dad.

↳

A family was something I’d been seeking out since my mothers death. Luis took a lot away from me, but then I looked up. I looked up at Joy Rossi. I remember Luis finding out I liked women and deciding he needed to rape the gay away. Well, Luis— You don’t hold any power in my life anymore, and I’ll make damn sure you have no power in Joshua’s.

Joy looks down at me and smiles gently, like always when she wanted to help reassure and make me feel safe; It always worked. For so, so long I never had a place to belong and now I not only have a big beautiful family but the most amazing wife. I couldn’t ask for more.

“I love you”. Joy mouths to me and I can’t help but lean up to kiss her cheek, ignoring the gentle teasing from the others, or the small ‘ews’ from from the boys.

“I love you even more”, I mouth back, and I mean it. With everything inside me, I mean it.

↳ “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb”.

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A/N: Because Joy is one of my favorite Criminal Minds minor characters.

[dameronology]

love in a time of p.t.a. meetings {marcus moreno} - 5/5

v summary: you hadn’t expected to find anything at a stupid p.t.a. meeting - but somehow, you found everything {series masterlist} 

warnings: swearing, one very mild innuendo 

there’s a long message at the end but...this is the last official part and i’m very sad about it. with that said, i hope you enjoy❤️

- j

Being a parent was tiring.

So much so that you hadn’t even made it to bed last night.

In fact, none of you had. The entire household was slumped together on the sofa; Marcus was in the middle, with one arm wrapped around Missy on his left side and the other stretched across you and Jack on his right. You’d completely flopped into his chest, with your kid passed out on you in a similar manner. The dogs (plural - but more on that later) were both stretched across the four of you on your laps, snoozing quietly. It had been a long week, clearly; between the school year coming to an end and the hot weather, you were all worn out. It had been a rush of finishing up projects at school, evenings in the pool and ordering take out. Marcus had been working late and your cooking skills were...well, calling them skills was an overstatement in itself. 

You grumbled slightly as you woke - why the fuck did your neck ache so bad? Right, because you’d fallen asleep tilted sideways. You probably would have stayed passed out for hours more if it hadn’t been for the sunlight streaming through the blinds. The TV ahead of you had stopped now, displaying an are you still watching Friends? message. You’d started watching it at what...six o clock the night before? 

Rubbing your bleary eyes, you sat up. Instead of waking up, Jack simply flopped into your lap, clearly not phased by the sudden movement other than letting out a tiny oof! as he fell. The kid had fallen asleep on the log flumes at Coney Island, so really, it wasn’t a surprise. Plus, him waking up would mean having to get up and make breakfast, which you really weren’t ready for just yet. 

‘D’you know what day it is today?’ Marcus quietly muttered. 

‘One year.’ You peered up at him, a sleepy smile spreading across your face.

‘So where the hell do you think you’re going?’ He pulled you back towards him, broad arm wrapping around your shoulders to trap you against his chest. ‘Happy one year, baby.’

‘Happy one year.’ You leant up to a soft kiss to his lips. 

You stayed like that for a minute, head resting against Marcus as you gently ran a hand through Jack’s hair. It was sort of a moment of...reflection. A lot had changed in the last year and yet somehow, it felt like your life had always been like this. The four of you have had gelled together into a slightly chaotic but ever-loving entity and you loved it. With the combined antics of your energetic children, everything was in disarray practically all the time but you wouldn’t have changed it for the world. It had been the thing you’d had all along and the very thing that Marcus had been looking for; you had been the one to bring it into his life and he had been the one to teach you to appreciate it. 

The two dogs had brought a lot of chaos into your lives as well. After weeks of Missy and Jack insisting that the garden was too big for just Optimus Prime, you’d ended up traipsing to the dog shelter late on a Saturday afternoon. Bumblebee had become a valued member of the Moreno family within a matter of hours. 

‘I love you.’ You murmured. You could feel yourself getting sleepy again. 

‘I love you more.’

‘No, you don’t.’ You pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

‘At least that’s the only fight we’ve had over the last year.’ He reasoned. ‘What time d’we have to be at cook out?’

‘Twelve.’ You replied. Glancing at the screen of your dying Apple watch, you squinted at the screen. ‘It’s just gone eight.’

Every year, the PTA threw a cook out on the school field to celebrate the end of the semester. In previous years, you’d avoided it like the plague but this year you were actually excited. The last one had been in the very early stages of your relationship, and you and Marcus weren’t publicly showing affection when you’d been. There had been a lot of lingering glances across the field and knowing looks at one another but this time, you were solid. Everyone knew they were together and like hell where they gonna say things about you when you were with Marcus Moreno. Whether it’s because they’d suddenly got a newfound respect for you or because they were scared into silence by his reputation, you didn’t know, but you weren’t going to complain.

‘Do you want breakfast, hermosa?’ He asked.

‘Yeah, I’ll help-’

Having heard the b-word, Jack suddenly shot up. He was six now (too old, in your book) and just as much of a tiny, evil genius as ever. He’d upgraded from a Chewbacca onesie to an Ewok onesie, so that was something too, and you were proud of him. 

‘- what’s for breakfast?!’ He demanded. ‘I want waffles.’

‘Then waffles we shall have.’ You stood up, sticking your hand out to him. ‘What about you two?’

‘I want waffles.’ Missy sleepily murmured.

Jack followed you through to the kitchen, swiping his iPad off the side as he did. Despite the fact you’d put it in a nuclear bomb proof case, he’d still managed to crack the screen. There had also been at least five occasions where he’d tried to take it in the pool. And this was the same kid who’d insisted he was responsible enough for his own hamster. 

Marcus breezed into the kitchen a few moments later, pressing a kiss to your cheek and ruffling Jack’s hair as he went by. You heard him rustling around behind you for a few minutes whilst you prepared the food; he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He placed a terribly wrapped gift on the counter in front of you, head coming to rest on your shoulder. 

‘Happy anniversary, baby.’ He murmured.

‘Hey.’ You dropped the knife you were holding, turning around to face him. ‘You didn’t have to get me anything.’

‘I know we said we wouldn’t do presents but since you got me a present last night and-’

‘- Marcus!’ You clamped a hand over his mouth. ‘There is a child in the room.’

‘He has his headphones in!’ He protested. ‘Just open it, please?’

‘Of course.’ You smiled. 

‘Jack even helped me wrap it.’ He said. ‘And decorate it.’ 

‘That would explain a lot.’ You replied.

Pulling the paper off it, you felt your heart drop in your chest when you saw what it was. 

It was a bright red photo with random doodles in puffy paint; the photo itself was one of you and Jack from when you’d all gone to New York for the weekend a few months previous. You were stood on top of the Rockerfeller Centre, the Empire State in the distance behind you and Jack on your shoulders. You were both grinning despite how windy it was, and his hat had blown off seconds after the photo was taken.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t - ah, dammit.

‘I love it.’ You tried to keep your voice steady, but it wobbled despite your efforts. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too.’ He flashed you a lopsided grin, pressing another kiss to your forehead. ‘I figured we could hang it up in place of the one he managed to smash last week with the broom stick.’

(He’d recently watched Harry Potter. Don’t ask.) 

‘Of course.’ You gave him one last kiss, before heading over to the empty space on the wall. It fit perfectly in the space, right between the photo of Marcus and Missy, and the sign that said 0 days since Jack’s last incident.

---

Four hours later, and after consuming enough waffles to feed a small army, the four of you finally reached the school. Both of the kids seemed excited to see their friends, but you were a little nervous.  What if people asked questions about you and Marcus? About your divorce? Or Jack’s behaviour, or whether or not-

‘You okay, baby?’ Marcus had suddenly appeared beside you, an arm coming around your waist. You’d been stood on the sidelines of the football field for way longer than you realised. ‘You’ve got eyes like dinner plates.’

‘I don’t know how to interact with these people.’ You murmured back. ‘They’re all...you know.’

‘They’re all what?’

‘Perfect. And shiny.’ You huffed. ‘Look at their cars! There’s not a dent in sight. And their kids aren’t wearing an Ewok onesie to a cook-out in July.’

‘I think Jack is admirable for embracing his unique sense of fashion.’ You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. ‘C’mon! They’re gonna run out of food if you keep longingly staring at their minivans.’

‘You’re right.’ You stumbled slightly as he dragged your hand, pulling you towards the crowd in the middle of the field.

‘I mean if you want a minivan, we can get one.’

‘Moving to the suburbs was already a big deal for me.’ You grumbled. 

Marcus continued to laugh, pulling you closer into his side as you reached the other parents. 

Naturally, he immediately jumped into conversation about one of the other dads with...actually, you weren’t really paying attention. You switched off as soon as you heard the word football. One thing you did notice, however, was his ability to be completely and entirely charming with anyone. You lacked that, normally shying away from talking to strangers. Especially strangers who had previously cast you out for being a single parent and constantly given you the side-eye. The only reason they’d stopped was because you and Marcus were together now.

You tried to remind yourself that it didn’t matter, that their thoughts and feelings weren’t relevant. They shouldn’t have been. You had the best guy in the world by your side and two amazing kids. The people most important to you were the ones whose opinions mattered - and they all thought the world of you. Marcus loved and supported you unconditionally, and Missy thought you were a bad-ass. Jack, though probably a little bias, thought you were the best parent in the world. That was what counted. 

But still, you couldn’t help but feel a little angry. You’d worked your ass off to get where you were, to raise your kid and make him a semi functional human being. You’d single-handedly kept a roof over both of your heads and provided for your family, even when you’d been married to a dead beat husband. 

Things were different now; brighter, happier, filled with more dogs and more love than you could ever have imagined. You didn’t want to linger in the past, not when everything else was moving forward. If anything, being here had just solidified your faith in your relationship. If all you wanted to do was go home and be alone with your partner, then that was a sure sign. 

‘Mum!’ You heard Jack from across the field. ‘Can you get my football out the car?’

‘Duty calls.’ You finally spoke. Marcus had noted how quiet you were, having made a mental note to bring it up later. ‘I’ll be back in a second.’

‘Okay, baby.’ He pressed a kiss to your check. 

The sun beat down on your back as you trudged across the field, Doc Martens kicking up grass around you. Your outfit was cute at least; a pair of denim shorts and an old tank top with one of your boyfriend’s plaid shirts thrown over the top. You hadn’t even realised it was his until the lingering smell of aftershave hit your nostrils when you got in the car. After that, there was no way in hell you were taking it off.

The car park was around the corner from the field -- it was nice to get away for a minute. Even though you’d simply stood beside Marcus like an older man’s sidepiece at a business meeting, just being in the presence of the people and listening to them talk about their kids was exhausting. At least he had been good at pretending to be interested in their sugar free diets and screen time limitations and how their French lessons were going. You, meanwhile, hadn’t even tried to look like it piqued your fancy. You’d been half-tempted to put your sunglasses on so they couldn’t see you roll your eyes. 

Pulling Marcus’ car-keys out your pocket, you opened the boot and began to rifle around. His car was a thousand times more put together than yours, but it still accumulated a bunch of crap. 

You jumped backwards when you heard the gravel crunch behind you. 

Glancing over your shoulder, your eyes fell on Carol. It had been a while since you’d last seen her, but she looked a little worst for wear. What’s more was that she had a cigarette between her lips, despite being the one to run the entire school’s anti-smoking campaign.

‘I didn’t know you smoked.’ You commented, catching her attention as you slammed the boot shut. 

‘Oh!’ She jumped, quickly throwing it onto the floor.

‘Hey, I’m not bothered.’ You leant against the back of the car. ‘A lot of people do it.’

‘I don’t normally.’ She stamped on the remains to put it out, dusting off her bright pink work-out jacket. ‘I’ve just been stressed lately.’

‘Are you okay?’ You raised an eyebrow at her.

‘I’m fine.’ 

You tossed the football between your hands, giving her a nod. ‘If you’re sure.’

With that, you locked the car and began to make your way back towards the cook-out. If you could wear Jack out by playing with him all afternoon, then you might be able to catch some peace and quiet that evening. Then, you and Marcus could celebrate your first anniversary by ordering take out and watching Friends.

(Which is ironically, what you’d done for the last four nights).

‘Y’know, I’ve always been jealous of you.’ You froze when Carol called after you.

‘What?!’ You turned around to face her, confusion etched on your features. ‘Are you talking to someone else, or?..’

‘No, I’m talking to you.’ She muttered. 

‘Why me? I thought you hated me?’

‘Because I was jealous of you.’ She said it as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. 

‘Carol, you’re the perfect one here. You’re married to your high school sweetheart, you’ve got a big-ass house - with a gate! - and your kids are perfectly well behaved. And you drive a fucking minivan!’

‘Oh, please.’ She groaned, falling back against the nearest car. ‘My husband is married to his job and my kids are more interested in their iPads than me!’ 

‘So’s mine-’

‘- you’ve always provided for yourself.’ She continued, cutting you off. ‘Always put your kid first and just did what was best for you without worrying what anyone else thought. That’s..admirable.’

‘Thanks?’ You furrowed your brow. ‘I never really gave it that much thought.’

‘I never thought I’d wish for your life.’ She muttered. 

You gently approached her, placing a hand on her shoulder. With caution, obviously. You know that she had a tendency to be vicious and bite. Like a chihuahua. 

‘My life isn’t perfect.’ You said softly. ‘There’s a difference between happiness and perfect. And if you keep trying for perfect, you’ll never be happy.’

‘That’s deep.’

‘Actually, it’s a quote that you shared on Facebook.’ You snorted. ‘You just gotta appreciate what’s around you. Your house, your kids, your husband.’

‘Maybe you’re right.’ Carol nodded. ‘You’re a good parent. A good person. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel less than that.’

‘I mean...you were an asshole, I won’t lie. You’re nosey as fuck and you got involved with my kid, but I’d probably be doing the same if I wasn’t satisfied with my life.’ 

Okay, so you didn’t mean for that to sound so rude, but who could blame you? The woman had given you nothing but crap. You’d already felt bad for her, but now you felt worst.

‘C’mon.’ You stuck your hand out to her. ‘You have two lovely daughters and a husband waiting for you back on the field....you family waiting for you back on the field.’

Dragging Carol off of the car, you dusted off her arms and forced a smile. It didn’t make you happy that she was miserable, but at least offered an explanation for her behaviour. The fact she’d envied you this entire time didn’t make up for what she’d done - the rumours the spread, the things she said - but it at least helped soothe you a little bit. 

‘Can we be friends?’ She asked quietly, traipsing beside you. 

‘...maybe in a few years.’ 

---

As it turned out, Jack did not pass out early. Instead, the four of you ended up having another night on the sofa -- this time with an extra large pizza, just to celebrate the special night. 

Your head had been spinning since your conversation with Carol. You were glad you finally had closure on the whole thing, but it had completely fried your circuits. She was the queen of the hive, the perfect mum, the perfect wife. Her kids wore matching outfits to school and they never had a hair out of place. Her Facebook was filled with family photos of their international vacations and outings to all their activities. Was she not the blue print?

It made you take a step back and look at your own life, which was something you hadn’t done in a while. In fact, last time you’d done it, you realised you’d weren’t happy with your ex-husband. 

Now, it was the opposite. You were in love with somebody who was better than you could have ever imagined; he wasn’t perfect - he snored and he never did the dishes and he always forgot to put the bins out - but he was everything to you. You had a kid who, although was undeniably a tiny meddler, you loved with your whole heart. You had Missy, who had welcomed you into her life with open arms and embraced the chaos you brought. You had dogs, and a house with a fucking garden. 

You didn’t blame Carol for being jealous because, even though it was from perfect, you didn’t need it to be. You had everything you ever wanted and heck, you would have been jealous of it too if it wasn’t completely and entirely yours. 

For the first time all day, you finally had a moment to yourself. You were stretched out across the couch, feet propped up on a pile of cushions; Marcus’ shirt was still on, only now you had changed out your shorts for leggings and your boots for socks fluffy enough to be dangerous on the wooden floors. 

‘Hey, baby.’ Marcus quietly greeted you, shutting the living room door behind him. ‘Kids are asleep.’

You gave him a doubtful look. ‘Even Jack?’

‘Okay - Missy is asleep and Jack is on his iPad.’

You opened your arms to him, grinning. ‘I’ll take it.’

Marcus dropped onto the sofa, an equally big smile falling onto his face as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss you. He wound both of his around your waist, lifting you off of the couch and into his lap. It always reminded you of when you’d kissed on your first date -- it seemed like worlds away now. 

‘Has it really been a year?’ You murmured softly, resting your forehead against his.

‘Yeah.’ He shyly smiled at you. ‘I don’t know how I got so lucky.’

‘We both got lucky.’ You reminded him. ‘I got lucky that Carol guilt-tripped me into that fucking meeting.’

‘And I got lucky that you were the person I chose to victimise with my small talk.’ He chuckled. ‘You know you’re my whole fucking heart, right?’

‘Yeah.’ You slowly nodded. ‘And you’re mine.’

You’d completely changed each other’s lives - blown them apart, and used the tiny pieces to rebuild everything back into one. Neither of you had even been looking and you’d still managed to find one another. You’d been hurt before and he’d been patient. He’d lost a lot before and you helped him find it again. What he lacked, you had. What you lacked, he had. 

Above all, Marcus had embraced what everybody seemed to encourage; he saw value in the things you’d been insecure about and when he fell in love with him, so did you. In return, you brought an energy and light to his life that he didn’t even know he needed.  In one another, you found unconditional love and support, and a feeling of security that you’d both lacked for so long.

This was it. And it was everything . 

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OKAY i’m actually so sad this story is over -- i’ve written over the course of maybe 2 weeks but when i TELL YOU i have become so attached? u better believe it. if you check out the series masterlist, you’ll see that there’s a few little fics i’m gonna write to fill in the gaps that were in the time skips between chapters, so that’s still something to look forward to!

thank so so so much for all your support on this series; it’s been so much fun to write & your comments are what encouraged me to finish it so quickly. 

- jamie xx 

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[polyhexian]

Every time I think about raf and bumblebee in tfp after jasper got blown up I get so emotional... Like jack is with arcee and they don't know what to do and the only thing they can think to do is just... Drive back to jasper and see if Optimus is alive. Miko is with bulkhead and all they can think to do is just. Go to a meeting place and sit down and wait and hope someone came and helped. Bumblebee and raf were searching for the others themselves. Arcee has to tell Jack not to call his mom and out their location and he can't help himself. Bulkhead has to remind Miko not to talk to her parents and she says she wasn't going to, but she clearly is still upset. Raf never mentions his parents. Not even once. In fact we never hear about then again. After this he just moved into unit e and no one mentions the fact the twelve year olds family probably thinks he's dead.

But raf and bumblebee, the kids, they find ratchet and he's so goddamn broken and tired that he tells them to go away. He's given up. He's shutting down and he's just going to curl up and sleep until he does. He is too tired and miserable to go on and he won't help you. So now we got the two kids alone in the world and while Miko and bulkhead wait and hope someone comes and helps them and Jack and Miko go looking for someone to help them, raf and bumblebee decide to help themselves and they go find the harbinger. Little tiny raf jumping from key to key on a keyboard so big he has to stand on it, just trying over and over and over again to get something working in a language he can barely read, bruteforcing his way into it. They've fully accepted no one is going to help them.

Season 1 of tfp actively characterized bumblebee as like, a kid compared to the other members of team prime, it's really obvious from the way they talk about him that he's a child by their standards. But I think someone realized that meant he's a child soldier and they were like oh fuck that's not great and so in season 2 we see a pretty radical shift in the way they depict him to be definitely more of like, a young adult. Maybe he's 19, 20, old enough to be technically an adult but not even old enough to drink, something like that. Still, though, I like that season 1 implication in this instance, since raf pretty much gets actively drafted into the cybertronian war due to being so useful and he just like. Abandons his family entirely. We've got lots of implications his home life is bad, neglectful at best and abusive at worst. So he ditches his family, learns to read cybertronian, engrosses himself in cybertronian culture and basically divorces himself from humanity. He's 12 and he's useful and appreciated maybe for the first time in his life so hes happy to accept this new status as child soldier, because he's GOOD at being a child soldier. Fascinating to see this instance with the harbinger where it seems raf is taking the lead, the one with the plans, and bumblebee is following that lead. I like the dichotomy between them with raf being a human kid that just covers himself in cybertronian culture and phrases and history while bumblebee is an alien obsessed with earth who doesn't seem to fit in with other cybes. Like they're both perpetually caught in limbo between their species and their adopted cultures. Just a couple of child soldiers who understand and accept no one is going to save them unless they save themselves.

[skyriderwednesday]

The new ABBA album is very much like their early 80's stuff. I get massive 'The Visitors' vibes. It's very sentimental, but kind of in the opposite way? That album, being their last before they broke up, is a lot of 'this has been fun but it's never going to happen again'. This one very much feels like a tentative 'hey should we try again? we only have to do it once'. The lyrics are all 'I know things fell apart and we haven't spoken in years, but I've missed you and now I'm here again'.

"I Still Have Faith In You" is a sweet song but it has some weird mixing choices

"When You Danced With Me" sounds like it's related to "The Piper", one of my favourite obscure ABBA songs. It's a 'our relationship ended ages ago but we still feel for one another' song.

"Little Things" is a bittersweet Christmas song, I haven't decided what's going on in it yet - it maybe sounds like a divorced couple (whose relationship has made its way to calling each other 'old friend') coming back to each other for the sake of their children over Christmas

"Don't Shut Me Down" is a showing up at your ex's door after years song, swearing that you've worked on the issues that tore the two of you apart, and begging them to at least talk to you. It also sounds like someone was watching Tron when they wrote it--

"Just A Notion" is in an older ABBA style, and falls into the same category as a surprising number of their songs which is 'this relationship is terrible for the both of us, but we can't help falling back together every time we break up'. It's very bouncy and cute, but I'm hardwired to pay attention to ABBA lyrics at this point asdfghjkl

"I Can Be That Woman" I don't really understand? It sounds like a couple on the rocks, like really on the rocks. She's swearing to be better, it sounds like he's the problem. There's a dog called Tammy.

"Keep An Eye On Dan" is in the vein of the "needlessly high stakes song ABBA song", the narrative is a woman splitting custody of her son with her ex and trying not to cry every time she sees her child's father when she still has lingering feelings for him.

"Bumblebee" is about sitting in the garden watching a little bumblebee :) While the world is rapidly changing around you, but hey there's still bumblebees :)

"No Doubt About It" is an extremely cheerful song saying 'I fucked up! I admit it! Let me fix my mistakes please!' It ends very abruptly

"Ode To Freedom" isn't an ode to freedom, it's a song about an ode to freedom, and not having the courage to write an ode to freedom

Overall: It's a sweet album -- not groundbreaking, but not the worst reunion album ever. It's very 'toes in the water let's see how this goes'. If you like their 1980/1981 style, it's basically that. If you go in expecting Mamma Mia and Dancing Queen though you'll be very disappointed.

[mordoriscalling]

48 Weeks (3/4)

(Part 1) (Part 2)

Throughout the 48 weeks that Geralt and Jaskier spend apart, their relationship develops.

Aka, part 3 of the Singer and the Sailor AU no one asked for but I wrote anyway. The events of this story happen after Stay or Sail Away but before Homecoming. Warnigns: some sexual content ahead!

Weeks 25-36

Week 25

“There seems to be something special about the sea, doesn’t it?”

“Hmm.”

“You know, Tolkien once wrote that there was a special melody in between the sound of waves and seabirds’ song. Music that elves were susceptible to and, once they heard it, they couldn’t be satisfied by anything else but life at sea.”

There does seem to be something to it. Geralt hums again and asks, “Are you calling me an elf?”

Jaskier laughs. “You certainly are beautiful like one.”

Geralt scowls, thankful to all the gods that he can hardly blush. “You look more like an elf, with the ears."

Jaskier grins. “Ah, yes, that and my dashing good looks! And the fact that I love singing, and I don’t look my age and... wait.” Jaskier blinks. “Tell you what, maybe I am an elf.”

Geralt chuckles.

“And you, sir, you could be an elf too. You look like a legendary warrior from the First Age who would talk to dragons and outwit them.”

He rolls his eyes but lets Jaskier ramble on about his "warrior-ness".

Week 26

“You fucking what?!”

“You tried to teach chickens how to fly.”

“How is that worse than trying to school a bumblebee?” Jaskier shrieks. “What the fuck, Geralt?! How would you even attempt to do that?”

“We first trapped it in a jar –”

“Oh no.”

“– and then we would tap on the glass to make it fly in the opposite direction. In the end, it would fly away if it noticed our fingers getting close to the jar. That was our idea of schooling it.”

“The poor thing had to be terrified.”

“It was Eskel’s idea,” Geralt grumbles.

Jaskier sighs dramatically. “I can’t believe I love such a cruel man!”

Geralt freezes. “You what?”

“Shit."

Week 27

When Jaskier picks up, Geralt takes him in and his beauty is even more striking than usual. His features, both soft and sharp, his bright eyes, his charm and wit. Jaskier’s a talented, successful man, and Geralt can’t wrap his head around it.

“You love me?” he blurts out, still disbelieving.

“I’ve been serenading you for the past six months but thanks for noticing.”

Geralt snorts. “No, it’s... it’s you, and I am... me.”

He almost growls in frustration because words fail him yet again when he needs them most. Jaskier’s gaze softens with understanding anyway.

“Oh, my heart,” he replies quietly, “I know you think yourself broken and undeserving of good things because of your past but... you haven’t had an easy life and yet, you’re kind and willing to do so much for the ones you care about. You’re witty, sharp, capable and reliable. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner, really,” Jaskier says, his smile almost shy.

Geralt doesn’t know what to say to any of that. Three decades ago, he was living in an orphanage, just a kid with anger management issues and shitty, shitty prospects for the future. Now, he has a fucking celebrity confess his love to him.

“I...” he begins, then trails off. He knows he has to say something. ‘Love’ refuses to pass through his throat but there’s no mistaking about the warmth Geralt feels whenever he even thinks about Jaskier and all the ways in which he’s ridiculous. “I,” he starts again, “I... feel the same.”

For once, Jaskier is silent, his eyes glistening.

Week 28

“The tour was a success! Minus all the expenses od renting venues and everything else, we still made some decent money, which is great news. And the fans!” Jaskier gushes, “oh, Geralt, the fans! It feels fantastic to be appreciated by so many.”

“Hmm.”

“It’s good to be home, though. It’d be even better if you were here, you know? I... I wish you were.”

Geralt swallows hard. “Me too.”

There’s the heavy silence between them again as they look at each other helplessly. This time, it’s Geralt who breaks it.

“Now that you’re back,” he says, “could you see how’s Ciri doing? You could... drop by Yen’s place sometime.”

Jaskier’s grin is blinding. “Sweetheart, I’d be honoured! But only if Yennefer allows it too, of course.”

Now that, that part’s going to be the hardest.

Week 29

“I can so imagine you in lingerie.”

Geralt raises his eyebrows in surprise. Jaskier takes it as a clue to go on.

“The lingerie would be black of course and oh, it’d look magnificent on your body. I’d just watch you touch yourself, sprawled on the bed. Darling, what a sight you’d make. I could come just from looking at you but I’d try not to because I’d want to take the lingerie off of you, piece by piece. Slowly.”

Geralt’s breathing is already harsh and laboured, and he’s undoing his trousers with his free hand. “Jaskier,” he grits out.

“Yes, dear?”

“Keep fucking talking.”

Jaskier smiles dangerously.

Week 30

Earlier this week, he received a message with another recording from Jaskier. The song is slow, gentle and loving, because there’s no other word for it. It makes Geralt feel abashed.

When Jaskier picks up the video call, Geralt asks, referring to the lyrics, “you really think you see me?”

“I think I do,” Jaskier replies, his voice warm.

It’s a lie. Jaskier has no idea about Blaviken, he doesn’t know the whole of Geralt’s story. Still, it’s a nice lie to believe in.

Jaskier tells him he loves him once again. Geralt says it back. He wants to have this as long as he can.

Week 31

On Saturday that week, it’s Ciri’s fifteenth birthday. Geralt’s call interrupts the birthday party.

“Happy birthday, Cub.”

Ciri grimaces a bit at the old nickname, making him chuckle. She starts growing into a proper lioness, not a cub any longer. Cirilla is their pride and joy – a clever, talented, headstrong girl. Geralt could’ve never raised such a child alone. When he found out he was supposed to be her legal guardian just a week before he turned thirty – that he’d have to take in a traumatised four-year-old with vague memories of her family she lost in a car crash – he needed help. He contacted Yennefer for the first time in years. Caring for Ciri brought their love back to life. Before he knew it, he proposed, and then the three of them made a proper family Geralt never knew he would have. Whenever he was away, Yen had help from her brothers, and if they were deployed too, she could always count on Vesemir.

His marriage to Yen turned out to be a disaster in the long run and really, all of them – him, Yennefer, Eskel, Lambert, Vesemir – are just different shades of fucked-up. Ciri is their collective effort, though, and it often feels like she’s one of the few things they’ve ever done right.

“I’m sorry I can’t be there,” Geralt tells her.  

“It’s all right, dad.”

It’s not, he knows it isn’t. Geralt should be there with her. He’s missed out on so much of her life already, and yet the Navy took almost another year away from them. Geralt fears that when he finally returns for good, he’ll seem like a stranger to her because of all the time they’ve spent apart. He's afraid that she’ll not even want him to make up for it.

“I love you, Ciri,” he says, desperate for her to know it all of the sudden.

She smiles slightly. “I love you too, dad.”

He smiles too and wants to apologize again but then Jaskier appears. Ciri starts talking about taking piano lessons from him and then Jaskier joins in, chattering about what they’ll work on first. Geralt simply sits back and lets their words wash over him in warm waves.

Week 32

There seems to be some development in the relationship dynamics back at home.

“Your ex-wife is very sexy and very scary,” Jaskier says, all casual, “I wish I could hate her but her fashion sense is impeccable. Is sexy and scary your type, by the way? Because if so, I only fall in within the sexy category.”

“Hmm.”

“Geralt, you wound me–”

Week 33

“I hate him.”

Geralt sighs. “You two are getting along, then?”

“He will do,” Yennefer answers. “You downgraded, of course, but you could’ve done worse.”

“Yen.”

“Fine. I’ll say this: I think he’ll be good for you.”

A smile tugs at his lips. “He is.”

“I’m glad to see you happy.”

Her voice is gentle like it almost never is and there’s an ache in his chest. In moments like this, the old regret that they didn’t work out burns bright. They’re too different and alike for it to be anything but damaging, though; similarly scarred and scared, knowing exactly where to bite on the raw. They lash out when they’re hurt, and they’re not good people, not exactly. All of this does not mix well. The good days, when they soared, could not compensate for all the pain.

The divorce two years ago was one of their best decisions, but they’re there for each other still, in a way no one really understands.

“I want to see you happy too, Yen,” he says.

“I have Ciri.” He doesn’t reply and she lets out a heavy breath. “I’m getting there. I think I really am.”

“That’s good. You... deserve it.”

“Aw, Geralt, Jaskier’s turned you all soft.”

Week 34

The past week, there have been three storms, two damages to the ship and one conflict among the crew. Geralt is just grateful that his job pays as well as it does.

He does miss home but the heaviness in his chest at the thought of his loved ones is not crushing anymore. Most days, he doesn’t think about them as much as he used to. When he focuses on work at hand, it seems like the ship, the crew and the waves around are the only things existing in the world. They’re supposed to get from one point to another, one task after another, and it’s fulfilling when they achieve it. He’s at home in the simplicity of it.

But then, there’re moments when he remembers that there’s another home, right where his family is, a whole world away. His weekly calls with Ciri, Yennefer and Jaskier only serve to aggravate him, showing him that there’s a different life for him out there. The sea pales in comparison to it.

This week, Geralt doesn’t like the reminder especially. He sees Jaskier on the screen and hates that he’s so far away, that it’s been like this for so long.

They don’t do much talking. Jakier strums his guitar idly and Geralt listens.

Week 35

“Your older brother is so nice!”

Jaskier angles the camera so that it shows Eskel next to him. Eskel raises his hand in greeting with a smile. Ciri is there too, focused on cutting vegetables.

They’re standing by the kitchen island in Yennefer’s apartment. Eskel returned from a deployment a few days ago and, being a good brother and uncle, he’s started taking care of their cub right away.

“He’s the devil incarnate,” Geralt grunts in reply.

Eskel makes a rude gesture at him.

“I refuse to believe it, darling!” Jaskier answers, “Such a sweet man cannot be evil.”

Eskel and Jaskier smile at each other. Something in Geralt goes dead cold.

He’s very well aware that his older brother is more attractive than him, particularly when it comes to character traits. Eskel’s gentler, more articulate and charming; a much better match for Jaskier, in truth.

Geralt secretly dreaded Eskel and Jaskier finally meeting and now as he watches the two joke and talk, it appears that he was right.

Week 36

“Just three more months!” Jaskier exclaims in greeting.

Geralt brushes his hand over his face because there’s nothing “just” about it. It’s been eight months at sea and the memories from before the deployment are like a distant dream.  

“I wrote you a song, by the way. It’s about you coming home.” Jaskier smiles. “I know I’m getting a bit ahead of myself but it’s a nice thought. You being back.”

The song is by far the shortest and simplest Jaskier wrote for him but Jaskier voice has the haunting quality like it always does. Geralt, as always, can’t stop thinking it.

That day, he stands at the side of the ship and listens to the waves. He can almost hear the sea’s music and he already knows he’s going to miss it but at the same time, he can’t wait to be back on land; to return to the other home.

[bloemleo]

hi guys :) i’m caro and i’m a mess and this is my precious, innocent child leo :)

Was that TROYE SIVAN I just saw walking down the hallways? Oh wait, no - that was LEON BLOEM. The CISMALE is an EIGHTEEN year old HUFFLEPUFF who is in YEAR 8. I heard the HALF-BLOOD has chosen to STAY NEUTRAL which explains why HE is BENEVOLENT and CHEERFUL, but also GULLIBLE and SILLY. But who really knows?

&. the purest, most innocent cinnamon roll with big blue eyes and messy hair that loves oversized sweaters and animals and people &. his mum is a pureblood witch who ran away from the altar and instead married a muggle just because she wanted to be petty. leo’s parents divorced when he was one and his father found out about magic. &. leo is a METAMORPHMAGUS so catch him changing his appearance twice per hour. Usually, since his default mood is Cinnamon Roll, his hair is RAINBOW &. he also has TONS of tiny aesthetic tattoos ( like a cloud, a tree, a bumblebee ) because he loves pretty things and loves having pretty things on his body

&. leo has a younger half-sister, who lives with his father and his new wife in belgium and has no magic powers.

&. quidditch is love, quidditch is life &. like, do you know how the worst instincts come out of people while they play monopoly? that’s what happens to Leon when he’s on the field – he wouldn’t cheat to win the game or hurt anyone but he’s very into it and will not rest until all of the tactics are memorised by his team and thoroughly practised

&. he is very very very naive and gullible, also he wants to be friends with everyone, believes in the best in everyone and also believes in second, third, hundredth chances &. when he gets hurt, he doesn’t let it show, he just thinks that everyone has their bad days and moves on with his life &. even when he’s upset HE JUST DOESN’T STOP SMILING because he’s just like that, you never really know what exactly is he feeling tbh because he won’t tell you, because he doesn’t wanna bother you with his problems &. also he’s kind of a HOE. What I mean is that he just LOVES EVERYONE and what’s a better way of showing it than through sweet kisses and cuddles?

&. he’s majoring in quidditch, he wants to be an international quidditch star. &. he also loves herbology and care of magical creatures. &. he was never academically good, he barely made it through owls and newts, he’s the worst at potions, if the hufflepuff dormitory wasn’t in the dungeons, he wouldn’t be even allowed to go to the dungeons, that’s how bad he was.

&. he’s vegan &. he bakes a lot (also non-vegan if you ask politely)

WANTED CONNECTIONS

&. you’re mine, mine, mine, tell me to who do i owe that to? first and the greatest love &. and nothing breaks like a heart someone who just took leo’s heart, threw it on the ground, spat at it kicked the shit out of it and left it on the curb to die &. numerous friends he can bake, knit, make flower crowns for &. did i do something wrong? aka someone who hates leo for some reason and leo can’t deal with that and tried to make things better between them &. the most iconic friendship in the whole world &. and many more!

[arrias-the-enigmatical]

I talk about TFA and it's personal importance because why not

So, I am trying to get out of my protective shell and be more open and active outside of an abundance of reblogs. I've been meaning to do this for a while, but only recently I've been getting enough confidence. I've made a little plan to help me, and I figured why not start by talking about a show that's quite important to me.

Transformers Animated was one of the many cartoons that I watched growing up. I had never seen the Unicron Trilogy, and never knew the series even existed.

Transformers Animated was THE show that introduced me to the franchise. I watched a lot of Cartoon Network, and was (still am, too) a die-hard Teen Titan fan. I would sit for hours, at my own and my grandma's house, watching the series. One time I was looking through the channels looking for something to put on while I waited for my mom to come back from where ever she was. I flipped to Cartoon Network to see if TT was on; it was not. Instead, the second episode of "Transform and Roll Out" had just started. The first scene I had ever watched from any Transformers show was the team in front of the burnt building after resuming the humans.

My next thought was not "Holy shit! Giant Robots!" It was, in fact, "Holy shit! It looks like Teen Titans!" (I never said this out loud, my parents didn't like me swearing.)

From then on, whenever TF: Animated was on, I'd be in front of the TV, watching the show.

I was unfortunately unable to get any of the merch while you could get it at Wal-Mart or Target. But I still loved the show very much. I was unable to watch the last few episodes of the show, and for a long time, never even knew the show ended. My mom was... kind of demanding, so there wasn't much time for me to watch cartoons. When I did, TF:A wasn't on. In both that it wasn't on when I went to CN, and that it wasn't being broadcasted on the channel anymore. I never knew about Transformers Prime or the Hub channel, so I didn't know Transformers was a giant (ha) franchise. Slowly and surely, I lost touch with the series...

... Until I was at my dad's house one morning, eating breakfast while watching TV, and saw the premier of the first episode of Transformers: Robots in Disguise 2015. I was slightly confused, as I didn't even know it was transfirmers until the title card. When I saw Bumblebee's look, I thought "The fuck happened to him? Wasn't this show 2D animated?? Where's Sari???? WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?????" (My family was in the room, so nothing was said out loud.) After questioning the show, I decided not to question the show (further) and watch the thing. It actually wasn't bad and I watched the show in the mornings while getting ready for school.

My interest in Transformers came back full swing a few months/ a year later, when I found out about the comics and the vast depths of the franchise. I decided to go to my ever-trusty cartoon site to watch TF: Animated to relive my childhood (and see the episodes I never got to watch. I was a kid. The internet to me before I got back into Transformers was filled with Sonic the hedgehog and other fandoms. Mostly Sonic.)

Since I was older and had more experience, many of the concepts that went over my head as a child I understood. What hit me the hardest though was the fact that these five robots, who at first never wanted to be part of the group in the first place, grew close together as family. I always liked to found family trope, but I never fully understood how much it meant to me until I watched the series again. My familyas a whole is a damn good one, but my immediate family was not in the best... condition. My mom is a toxic person, and my parents are divorced. We moved around a lot when I was younger (which also factored into being unable to watch the end of the show.) The fact that this rag-tag group of robots who weren't at all close in the beginning actually found solace and family with each other as time went on hit the largest chord in me. I actually saw myself in them. Character wise the closest to me would be Ratchet.

After I got into my big Transformers kick, I went out and got myself some of the comics I could find. They were, in a funny way, about another rag-tag group of robots in space moving around and trying to stop a jerk from doing bad things after he hijacked their ship- Transformers: Lost Light. A couple months later, A friend of mine managed to get me the Complete Allspark Almanac, a very prized book I am proud to own and never intend to give away. A few months after that, in summer/ fall, I got my first-ever Transformers figure, Transformers Animated Starscream, in all his gimmicky, goofy gloriousness.

When I read in the Almanac and TFWiki that there was to be a season 4 that never happened, I honestly felt kind of robbed. Season 3's ending was awesome note to end on, but there were many questions that were left unanswered. I was disappointed, and I was part of the group that was clamoring about Season 4 to be produced (although I never made my own post before. My support was through reblogs of those posts with my own two cents in the tags.) This post has gotten quite long, so, however abrupt this ending might be (a tad ironic in a way,) I will be vocal in my statement:

Hasbro, if you're reading, please make a Season 4 of Transformers Animated. The show, as amazing as it is, ended earlier than it should've. Give the show it's proper ending that's not only been long awaited, but it's long deserved.

[ofaphrcditearchive]

crowns task 6 // megaira constantinou

name: megaira calisto constantinou

place of birth / date of birth: 3rd april 1991. born in london, england in the back of a black cab because she apparently couldn’t wait a second longer. set the precedent for a very impatient megaira, who could never do things as she was supposed to do them.

star sign: aries

sexual orientation: heterosexual/romantic.

relationship status: dating filipe vargas, soon to be engaged.

religion: was christened greek orthodox when she was born, but doesn’t follow it closely now. still celebrates greek easter though because who doesn’t want two easters?

spoken languages: speaks greek and english fluently. could probably get by on secondary school french if she absolutely had to.

lives: in brixton, south london in a flat she shares with filipe. 

drives: she has a rundown yellow volkswagen beetle that she bought secondhand, that has flowers stamped all over it. doesn’t get much wear out of it when she’s home and it’s mostly used for when she’s travelling up north or across europe. might break down a lot but she’s never getting rid of daisy, thanks!

occupation: freelance travel writer, runs a blog when she can be bothered, volunteers at animal shelters when she has the time.

education: up to degree level. studied astronomy at glasgow.

parents / brief family history: is pretty estranged from her parents who are now divorced and her mother is now milking her father for every penny she can in what could be the messiest divorce in history. tends to stay away from the family and the business, it’s a sinking ship and one she’s not keen to chain herself to. though she might show up to family galas and dinners for the free food and booze ( and her dad offering to pay his kids just to show up and smile ), as far as she’s concerned the only family she cares about are demetrios and her sister. they lost isidora and it’s something they’ll never forget, they talk about her all the time. meg also has the family she’s collected, and she’s very proud of it.

tattoos/piercings: meg has a bumblebee on her left finger, her first tat that she got at 16 in some shady place in camden that didn’t feel like checking id. outline of a wolf on the back of her neck. the words entirely up to me written horizontally on the right side of her ribs. poppies inked curving round her left breast and ribcage. has two piercings on each lobe, and a helix piercing on her left ear. also has her belly button pierced. got her nose pierced once in the bathrooms at secondary school but that closed up, then got it re-pierced at a festival which then got infected pretty quickly so she spent the rest of benicassim in some shitty medical tent and missed florench and the machine. she was furious.

fashion sense: oh lord... megaira can only be described as quirky to the extreme. her collection of patterned tights is something she’s embarrassingly proud of. as are her many pairs of boots that come in just about every colour of the rainbow, and every material for that matter. loves dungarees, has at least six pairs of varying lengths and a lucky pair that she swears by. her prized possession is a vintage denim jacket she found at a bootsale with princess leia from a new hope stitched onto the back that she punched a guy for. she was arrested but it was totally worth it. also has an empire jacket she’s similarly proud of as well as a horrifically cheesy planet hollywood one from the states that’s far too big for her but that she adores all the same. meg likes bright colours and will wear yellow tights with a pink skirt and blue heels if the occasion arises. doesn’t give a toss what anyone thinks, or what’s in fashion, and often makes her own clothes or at least makes her own alterations. regularly dyes her hair, every few weeks she’s sporting a new colour and insists it makes her feel better.

music: if you went on meg’s spotify you’d see two main playlists. disney and musicals. she tends to listen to them the most but otherwise will give everything a go. she’s in love with florence and the machine, has seen her at least four times now and would die if she met her. also loves oasis, amy winehouse ( she took a day of mourning when she died ), fleetwood mac, abba, the killers, coldplay, franz ferdinand, george michael, kate nash, kodaline, the kooks and the libertines to name a few. but if destiny’s child comes on when she’s out then you bet she’ll scream along to that too. has a vintage record collection, is a huge music nerd. was ( and still is !! ) a huge s club 7 fan. cried when paul left the band, and cried again when they split up for good. made demetrios come with her to the cinema to see seeing double. 

sleeping habits: depends. if she’s tired then nothing can wake her, she sleeps like the dead then. if she’s not had much to do all day then she is restless. will not lay still until she’s found the perfect position and if filipe’s home then she’ll jostle him a horrific amount during the night. if she’s got the flat to herself then she’ll probably let cerberus up onto the bed and let him sleep next to her.

eating habits: terrible. truly awful. meg’s diet consists of convenience food and basically lives off pot noodles and kebabs. might buy a watermelon at the market down the road if the fruit stall man is nice to her. honestly if demetrios didn’t leave food out for her she’d starve, or at least would definitely never have eaten a vegetable. she just doesn’t have the patience or attention span to cook a proper meal. the only time she might get into the kitchen is for holidays. she likes making her grandma’s recipes from home and makes a pretty mean moussaka. if she’s feeling restless then she might bake a few of her favourite treats too, if it ain’t greek, she ain’t making it.

social media: isn’t fantastic at keeping anything updated even if she does have facebook, twitter and snapchat. goes through periods where she posts nothing at all, to manic days where she might tweet eight times in a row. her instagram is full of pictures of her travels, throwbacks from favourite trips and embarrassing photographs of her friends and family. snapchat mostly comes out to film demetrios in various humiliating scenarios, like when he got rachel instead of chandler on a buzzfeed quiz and threw a strop about it. meg could be heard laughing far too loudly in the background. facebook is there for the odd update for her family, or where she shares far too many dog videos or cake recipes that she usually tags someone else in to make for her. has a pinterest for hair and tattoo inspo, also has an abandoned board where she was going to redo the kitchen but couldn’t be bothered. 

hobbies: meg likes getting out and about. she likes to walk her dog ( once promised to start running with him but that never happened because she swears running is bad for her ), and is a frequenter to parks. hyde park being her absolute favourite place in london outside of camden market. spends a lot of summer there, on picnics or just to read a book while cerberus plays, also LOVES the swan pedalos, doesn’t care if they’re a tourist trap. pretty much likes to read and wander london, exploring new nooks and cranny’s and wandering around museums for hours on end. travelling is obviously a huge hobby of hers and she’s recently taken up photography too just for a laugh. is definitely the sort to go to random classes with friends and has been to many a self defence or cookery class and asked to leave because she’s distracting others or laughing too much.

cologne / perfume: GUERLAIN LA PETITE ROBE NOIRE EAU FRAICHE EAU DE TOILETTE “the fragrance takes off with an explosion of mandarin scattered with a shower of green notes. then the roses come onto the scene, refreshed by an armful of freesia, caressed by the sensuality of apricot and dazzled by sun-kissed notes. an indispensable gourmand touch, delicious pistachio, imbues the fragrance with the house style. last but not least, white musk and patchouli enfold the entire composition in a delicate, silky halo.”

hogwarts house: stuck between hufflepuff and gryffindor but in the end the lion wins out. she’s a free spirit and a damn brave one at that. always taking risks and is pretty reckless tbh so she finds a home with the loyal and courageous, even if she can have a pretty wicked temper when she rarely loses it.

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Amazon is pulling its second HQ out of NYC, and people are delighted

On Thursday, Amazon announced that it will be pulling its planned second headquarters out of New York City.

It was a remarkable about-face for the company, and followed weeks of considerable grassroots opposition on the ground. 

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“Like a petulant child, Amazon insists on getting its way or takes its ball and leaves,” New York State Senator Mike Gianaris, who represents the district affected, said of Amazon's pullout to the New York Times. “The only thing that happened here is that a community that was going to be profoundly affected by their presence started asking questions."

No one, however, took more pleasure in seeing the enormous company buckle than the people of Twitter:

now we can focus on what Queens really needs: a supercollider to reunite the Kingpin with his wife and son

— Dave Itzkoff (@ditzkoff) February 14, 2019

alexa, play despacito

— Dave Itzkoff (@ditzkoff) February 14, 2019

I have never related more to Jeff Bezos now that he has flaked out on a promise to go to Queens

— Jason O. Gilbert (@gilbertjasono) February 14, 2019

It’s Valentines Day, and pulling out is the truest form of love. https://t.co/UEiCr1nXGJ

— Kashana (@kashanacauley) February 14, 2019

between the L train not shutting down and Amazon pulling out this has been a really rough time for opportunist real estate speculators :( please keep them in your thoughts

— Sam Biddle (@samfbiddle) February 14, 2019

If you can, spare a thought for the Long Island City real estate speculators out there. Gonna be a grim Valentine’s Day dinner at Le Bernardin or wherever

— Patrick Monahan (@pattymo) February 14, 2019

hearing that the amazon headquarters isn't coming for nyc after all pic.twitter.com/WssYNGdyc8

— gabe bergado (@gabebergado) February 14, 2019

lmao at those people who bought condos in Long Island City ahead of the Amazon announcement. reaping the fruits of their clownery in their clown outfits today, like clowns

— JuanPa (@jpbrammer) February 14, 2019

I am a little disappointed that we won’t get to see the sheer innovation that could only come from the marriage of Amazon and the neighborhood of Long Island City. Now we will never get to experience a drone strip club.

— Samantha Ruddy (@samlymatters) February 14, 2019

Amazon is like a girl who moves to NYC because they loved Sex and the City and then decides to move back home the first time they ride the subway

— Amanda Luz🗽 (@ahenning91) February 14, 2019

Jay-Z to Jeff: City is a pity, half of y'all won't make it https://t.co/QIvfkUdRSH

— Sally Ho (@_sallyho) February 14, 2019

Roses are red Violets are blue Amazon is greedy NYC don’t need you

— Victoria Song is telling u Bumblebee Does Not F*ck (@vicmsong) February 14, 2019

candrew, uh.... aoumo?

— Ashley Feinberg (@ashleyfeinberg) February 14, 2019

Amazon, New York City isn't a total safe space for you. And now, neither is Twitter.

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