#when you're a multi-billion company

[mudwerks]

(via Libresse plagiarizes cartoonist Gemma Correll in international ad campaign | Boing Boing)

Libresse needs to pay Gemma - they got plenty of money

[scrumptiousobjectcollector]

There's an article by a website called Fast Company that goes more into Mattel's usage of A.I in their products

Yeaaaa nty. At that point they should just use a plain background then if they don't want to go through the workload of creating a captivating and immersive background. Or stop trying to push so many dolls.

Idk if the article has a typo but to claim that people won't notice the ai... obviously a lie because people have noticed.

[fabydoll]

❛ . . . THE PREFECT TROPHY WIFE .ᐟ

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Jungkook was barely able to keep his large doe eyes from fluttering shut; he wasn't at all used to this—to any of this, from the countless and tiring meetings with the most boring and bland individuals he's ever met, to planning and making plans to better help maintain the company and keep investors interested. To keeping this multi-billion empire he had inherited running afloat, if he was going to be honest, he missed the days when all he had to do was look pretty and have crowds of people adore him.

Having no worries, no cares in the world, being free.

"Mr. Jeon, Mr. Jeon, Mr. Jeon!" His secretary annoyingly yelled, snapping Jungkook awake from his reverie, snapping back to his much more boring reality. He gave everyone in the conference room an apologetic yet charismatic smile.

Immediately going into handsome older CEO mode.

"Yes? Chaerin, is there something you wanted to tell me?" Jungkook smoothly asked, giving her his iconically heart-stopping gorgeous smile, totally acting as if he hadn't almost fallen asleep in the meeting, missing half of everything that was going on.

"Um… um, yeah, um," Chaerin stumbled, trying to collect her thoughts together, her cheeks flustered as she fumbled with the documents.

"So, ahem," she cleared her throat, adding an awkward chuckle, "INUV wants you to sign the documents to begin the process of expanding our companies together." Jungkook nodded; he only about half understood what she was talking about, but as Chaerin was handing him the papers to sign, she stopped—getting lost in his big, beautiful, doe-warm chocolate brown eyes.

Was he even real?

"Chaerin, Chaerin, Chaerin, Chaerin! The documents?! Please!" Chaerin's cheeks flushed an even brighter red than before. Jungkook just snatched the papers out of her hands, mumbling yet loud enough, "I swear, secretaries these days always thinking you're in love with them or something."

Everyone in the luxurious, opulent conference room laughed, some hiding their giggles under the table, their briefcases, or hands.

Chaerin just quietly and embarrassingly plopped herself back in her seat.

"Here," Jungkook said, handing the documents back to a disgraced Chaerin, who, without looking up from the ground, gave it to one of the INUV executives, who was still trying to hold back his laugh.

Jungkook cleared his throat while adjusting the buttons on his designer Italian suit, clapping his muscular and tattooed hands to get everyone's attention back on him. "Anyways, besides that little interruption," side-eyeing Chaerin, "it was an honor to do business with you all, and we promise to do nothing but our absolute best."

He ended by shaking hands with the lead executive before walking out as everyone clapped, with Chaerin clumsily following behind him. He needed to get back to his office to finish some more paperwork that would officially finalize the deal, not before stopping to give one of his employees his autograph.

Then, after that, head to Sweet Bears, his favorite bar, to relax and unwind.

Jungkook was already in the elevator about to push his own private floor number, but midway stopped, hearing Chaerin's annoying high-pitched voice yelling, "MR. JEON!!"

He cursed himself for not going faster, silently praying that those doors closed before she could make it in.

But God only hears those who are faithful.

She slipped in before the elevator doors could close, huffing a bit from the fact she literally sprinted in heels to get into the elevator with Jungkook. He rolled his eyes; he thought after absolutely embarrassing her at the conference, maybe she would quit.

But no.

Jungkook internally groaned as he felt her seductively eyeing him up and down, biting her lips as she held her files close to her chest. He felt like he was being sexually harassed. Chaerin was an amazing secretary, and she knew how to do her job; if he was being honest, without her, the company would probably have already lost a few million.

But her infatuation and borderline obsession with Jungkook was either a reason he would fire her or the reason he would snap her in half once he got fed up with her.

The only reason why she was still here was that she happened to be one of Jungkook's biggest investors and his father's best friend's daughter.

There was an awkward moment of silence with the background of smooth jazz playing, as Chaerin still eyed him like he was the finest eye candy she had ever seen, which he was, but still.

"Miss Shin, hope there's nothing wrong for you to have come running in the elevator like that," Jungkook said through gritted teeth as he plastered

a fake smile on his gorgeous face.

She didn't even deserve to have him give her one of his beautiful fake smiles.

Chaerin giggled, a stupid one, and twirled her hair as she held her paperwork close to her chest. "Nothing much, I was just going to ask you if you were off tonight?" she said as she bit her lips with a seductive, flirtatious gaze.

Ever since Jungkook's private divorce from the wealthy and powerful businesswoman Lisa Manoban, young girls, older women, and men of all ages have been throwing themselves all over Jungkook.

Lisa Manoban is one of the most influential self-made entrepreneurs in all of Asia, having multiple companies that are each worth billions of dollars. When I say she has power, she has power. She met Jungkook through a mutual friend; at first, Jungkook was her pretty himbo sugar baby before deciding to marry him at his 20th birthday party in Bali.

She was the breadwinner and wanted Jungkook to stay at home and be her pretty trophy husband and house husband that she could flaunt his beauty and youthfulness to all her other rich older milfs and cougar friends. Having someone young and as beautiful as Jungkook depended on you was a new type of power, one that Lisa had never felt before. It was addicting—so was his sex power in bed, because damn, was he truly gifted by Adonis himself.

Who knew a guy could taste so sweet in bed?

And also, all the bragging rights that come with having a pretty himbo, boy toy, beauty pageant king, and supermodel as your trophy husband and house husband.

But after giving birth to their adorable toddler, Kwan, they quietly separated but did not publicly divorce. But people still thought they were married and happily threw themselves at the new handsome but beautiful now DILF Jungkook.

Who could blame them?

He still looked as handsome as ever, looking like he was still in his 20s (and acted like he was still in his 20s), now just being a hot young DILF. He aged like fine wine, being as attractive and charming as ever with his fit and muscular physique and flawless golden-tanned skin.

He still kinda looked like the beautiful and young, naive doe-eyed himbo trophy husband he used to be.

"I'm actually very, very busy tonight. It's my 4-year-old son Kwan's school recital tonight, and I promised him that me and mommy would take him out for ice cream. I also have some work at the office I need to attend to," Jungkook said, lying through his teeth. Kwan was with Lisa in Thailand, as it was her week with him.

"Oh, um, that's totally fine. Maybe we can—" Jungkook had already walked out of the elevator, and the elevator had already closed before Chaerin could finish her sentence.

He needed to find some way to fire her.

Quickly.

Sweet Beer was his favorite beer parlor and bar. He remembered how, when he was young, he would skip class just to come to the parlor with friends and pick up girls, flirting with the cute waitresses that would end up in his bed later that night.

He couldn't help but smile and roll his eyes at the memories while driving there.

Those were the good times, when he didn't have a single care in the world.

Ting! The small bell rang as Jungkook walked in, causing the 50-year-old woman to turn around to see who it was, immediately stopping her sweeping, dropping the broom and happily running to him, arms wide open, like a mother who hadn't seen her son in years.

Koko!! You came!" Mrs. Yun happily yelled.

Jungkook happily embraced Mrs. Yun as they rocked back and forth, unable to hold back the overwhelming feelings of joy they felt; it felt like years since they had last seen each other. "Mrs. Yun—Eomma! How could I not come!?" Jungkook said as they kissed each other on the cheek.

As Jungkook pulled back from the hug, Mrs. Yun cupped his cheeks, holding his beautiful face in her hands. She felt like she was about to cry; it felt like yesterday when a 16-year-old Jungkook would run away from home to come to her bar shop, complaining about the unbelievable pressure his parents were putting on him and how he wanted to run away.

She was always the one to comfort and reassure him that with time everything would get better.

Here he was now, all gowned up, married with a kid of his own; time had gone by so fast. "Oh, Koko," she sweetly said, giving him another big, tight hug before letting go and wiping her tears with her apron. Jungkook sighed, adding a small laugh. "Eomma, don't tell me you're getting emotional?"

"Me? Getting emotional? No, no, I'm just shocked you've grown up to be such a gorgeous young man," she said, having a pretty sappy tone in her voice. Jungkook smiled a little. "But enough talk about the past, how's you and Lisa going? Is everything going well? Hope she isn't giving you any trouble. And Kwan too, how's my Kiki doing?"

Jungkook just let out an awkward laugh; he hadn't told Mrs. Yun about the divorce—not yet anyway. He was still a bit shocked by it, truthfully, and still didn't know how to tell anyone about it. Knowing how Mrs. Yun was, she would probably let it spill to his parents, and for a fact, all hell would break loose then.

"Everything is going good; it's going extremely well actually, and Lisa and Kwan are doing great," Jungkook said, giving her one of his gorgeous fake smiles. Mrs. Yun gave him a look; she always had the motherly ability to tell if he was lying. "Are you sure, Koko? If something is going on, you talk to me."

"No, I promise Eomma, everything is grea—" The sound of crashing glass hitting the floor and breaking cut Jungkook off, who looked to Mrs. Yun for what or who caused that sound. Mrs. Yun just chuckled. "Don't mind that; it's just my new barista."

"New barista?" Jungkook knew every single barista that worked here—totally just from encounters and not sleeping with them.

So, who was that?

Mrs. Yun pulled him by the arm towards the bar. For someone who was in her late 50s, she was strong, especially considering how much Jungkook worked out and how tall he was. Jungkook looked at Mrs. Yun; was someone supposed to just appear? Mrs. Yun just winked at him.

"Y/n, dear, I have someone I want you to meet."

At first, it looked like she was talking to no one. Jungkook was about to ask her if she had forgotten her medication yet again.

But then a beautiful young girl appeared from the door by the bar. She had long and somewhat curly yet straight golden blonde hair with beautiful and angelic lightly sun-kissed skin, with some of the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen; they were completely two different colors.

"Yes, Mrs. Yun?" she softly asked as she carried more empty glasses of beer, almost dropping them on the counter. Giving both Mrs. Yun and Jungkook an apologetic smile, Mrs. Yun just smiled excitedly, introducing them to each other. "Meet Mr. Jeon and Jungkook, my love, meet Y/n, my new stunning barista!"

The sun-kissed girl just blushed as she heard Mrs. Yun call her a 'stunning barista,' before extending one of her small and dainty hands to Jungkook, shyly saying, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jeon," who shook it, holding her delicate hand in both of his bigger and larger hands before kissing it, mumbling against her soft skin.

"The pleasure is all mine."

BOUNS ੭ ꒰ for all my ogs before my account got deleted 😭꒱

Jungkook was barely able to keep his eyes open, he wasn't used to this at all, as his executive was talking about the 3.4 billion won deal, they had with a company that would love to partner up with them. He never liked meetings, but they were important to keep his multi-billion empire running a float. "So, Mr. Jeon do you have anything else you would like to add?" His secretary chirped out as she was giving INUV inc. the paperwork to sign.

"No, I have nothing else to add. But it's an honor to do business with you and we promise to do our absolute best." Jungkook said using his 'boss voice' as he shook hands with INUV's executive.

As everyone in the luxurious, opulent conference room clapped.

As soon as the meeting was over, he made his way to the elevator he needed to get back to his office to finish some more paperwork that would finalize the deal, but his secretary, Chaerin, voice stopped him as he was entering the elevator.

"MR. JEON!!"

He silently prayed that those doors closed before she could make it in.

But not all prayers come true.

She ran in before the elevator doors could close, Chaerin was an amazing secretary and she knew how to do her job well but her infatuation with Jungkook was either a, be the reason he fires her or b, the reason he fires her.

The only reason why she is still here is because she happens to be one of Jungkook's biggest investors and best friend's daughter.

"Miss Shin, hope there's nothing wrong. For, you to have come running in the elevator like that." Jungkook said through gritted teeth as he plastered a fake smile on his gorgeous face.

Chaerin giggled and twirled her hair as she held her paperwork close to her chest. "Nothing much, I was just going to ask you if you were off tonight?" she said as she bit her lips while eyeing him up and down with a flirtatious gaze.

Ever since, Jungkook's divorce with the Lisa Manoban, young girls, older women and men of all ages have been throwing themselves all over Jungkook.

When he was still married to Lisa, she was the one who was the breadwinner, with her owning large companies and being a supermodel.

She wanted Jungkook to stay at home and be her pretty trophy husband and house husband that she could flaunt his beauty and enjoy his sex power in bed.

Due to the fact that when Jungkook was in his youth he was a pretty himbo and boy toy when he first met her and had won multiple beauty pageants and was supermodel too.

But times have changed (kinda).

He still looked as handsome as ever, looking like he was still in his 20s (and acted like he was still in his 20s) with him now just being a hot young DILF.

He aged like fine wine, with him being as attractive and charming as ever with his fit physique and flawless golden tanned skin.

He still kinda looked like the handsome and young, naive himbo trophy husband he used to be.

"I'm actually very busy tonight it's my 4-year-old son, Kwan, um school recital tonight and I have some work at the office I need to attend too." Jungkook said lying through his teeth, Kwan was with Lisa, as it was her week with him.

"Oh, um that's fine maybe we can-" Jungkook had already walked out of the elevator and the elevator had already closed before Chaerin could finish her sentence.

He needed to find a way to fire her. Quickly.

But first he needed a beer.

Sweet Beer was his favorite beer parlor and bar. He remembered how when he was young, he would skip class just to come to the parlor with friends and pick up girls. And flirt with the cute waitresses that would end up in his bed later that night.

He couldn't help but smile and roll his eyes at the memories while driving there.

Those were the good times, where he didn't have a single care in the world.

"Koko!! You came" Mrs. Yun happily yelled as soon as she saw he was entering the door, hearing the ding from the bells up on the door.

"Mrs. Yun! How could I not come!?" he happily said as they kissed each other on the cheek and embraced, Mrs. Yun was just like a second mother to Jungkook, she was there for him even when his own mother couldn't be there for him.

"Well, you know how much it makes me happy to see you come here, it's been such a long time!" Mrs. Yun said as she pinched his cheek. The parlor had been going a little slower than usual, but Jungkook's presence had really brightened up her mood.

"I know, I know it's been such a long time and I'm sorry it's just the divorce with Lisa, work and Kwan along with everything that's been going on lately."

"I know it must be so stressful, but come I want you to meet someone special" Mrs. Yun said as she pulled him, for someone that was in her late 50s she was strong, especially considering how much Jungkook worked out and how tall he was.

She pulled him until they were at the cashier, Jungkook looked at Mrs. Yun who just wink at him.

"Y/n, dear, met Mr. Jeon."

At first it looked like she was talking to no one, Jungkook was about to ask her if she had forgotten her medication again.

But then a beautiful young girl came out of the big walking closet/cabinet near the cash register, she had long silky hair and some of the most beautiful eyes Jungkook had ever seen.

"Yes, Mrs. Yun?" she softly asked as she carried more empty glasses of beer where she placed them on the counter.

"Meet Mr. Jeon and Jungkook, my love, met Y/n my new stunning barista!"

Y/n blushed as she heard Mrs. Yun call her a 'stunning barista', Jungkook couldn't help but to smile too, something he hadn't done for a long time, as he saw her cute cheeks turn a light pink blush.

She was so cute and pretty at the same time.

Maybe, Mrs. Yun was right she was someone special.

𝜗℘ㅤׁㅤ. . fabrianna's thoughts . . . yellow! I'M BACK! after my account got deleted i knew i still wanted to continue "the perfect trophy wife" series but changed a few things, like the first chapter i wanted to make it longer and with much more thought, detail and dialog. and i'm pretty happy with the finale result, tell me which one is better the original or new one? planning on doing the same thing with second chapter "Sweets of deals" but still don't know. i promise this time i won't just disappear and plan on releasing more ꒰ like a fanfic i'm currently with a dilf cop taehyung꒱ but anyway hope yall enjoy, toddles.

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[rootedinrevisions]

The Tribal Pull: Part 1

SUMMARY: You are a young, ambitious intern who is beginning her six month stint with WWE. Your only focus is making a lasting impression to jumpstart your career - until you catch the eye of Roman Reigns, the dominant and enigmatic Tribal Chief. What starts as professional interactions quickly turns into something more, as Roman's attention becomes impossible to ignore, and the lines between business and personal interactions blur. With each encounter, the tension between you rises, leading to a moment of no return when circumstances force them to confront their undeniable chemistry.

OTHER PARTS: PART 2 I PART 3

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to the person who sent the request for this one! I hope you enjoy it! I had originally planned on this being a one-shot and then it kind of spiraled so we are going to break it up into a few different parts! The rest of the parts should be coming soon!

WARNINGS: None for this part.

WORD COUNT: 3.4k

The moment you step through the doors of WWE’s headquarters, you feel the weight of the opportunity pressing down on you. This isn’t just another internship—this is your chance to make up for lost time. At twenty-six, you're about four years older than most of your peers, having changed your major twice in college. First, it was marketing, then communications, before finally settling on business management. Every switch has set you back, making you feel like you’re constantly running behind while everyone else sprints toward their futures. 

But this internship could change all that. If you play your cards right, it could be the launchpad for the career you’re dreaming of. No more second-guessing. No more indecision. This internship–if it goes well–with a top multi-billion dollar company like World Wrestling Entertainment could set you up for a career in any company you want.

You remind yourself to stay focused, avoid distractions, and make a lasting impression. WWE is a massive company, and though you’re not particularly familiar with its product, that doesn’t matter. You’re not here for the spectacle—you’re here to work. Blend in, complete your tasks, and show your superiors that you’re someone worth remembering.

The first week is a blur of meetings, paperwork, and learning the ropes. You’re assigned various tasks: running errands for the media team, organizing files, and shadowing a few producers during rehearsals. It’s exactly what you expected—grunt work—but you don’t mind. Everyone starts somewhere, and you’re more than willing to do whatever it takes to prove you belong here.

As you navigate your way through the office halls, you can’t help but overhear snippets of conversations. The name Roman Reigns keeps popping up, accompanied by hushed whispers and the occasional laugh. Whoever this is clearly commands a lot of attention, but the name means nothing to you. You’re not a wrestling fan, and the WWE roster is still a mystery. Between juggling schoolwork and the internship, the last thing on your mind has been catching up on WWE programming.

But there’s something about the way people speak of him–what they call him. The Tribal Chief. There’s a strange reverence in their tone, mixed with awe and maybe a little fear. It piques your curiosity, though you don’t dwell on it long. It’s not your place to get caught up in the backstage drama. You’re an outsider, after all, and you plan to keep it that way.

The rest of the week continues in the same vein. You keep your head down, stay out of everyone’s way, and focus on the tasks at hand. Occasionally, you catch glimpses of the superstars as they pass through the hallways, but none of them stand out to you. They’re just part of the job—nothing more.

It isn’t until Friday that things begin to shift. As you finish sorting through promotional materials in the media room, you overhear two producers discussing Roman Reigns’ next big segment.

“He’s unstoppable right now,” one of them says. “The way he’s taken over as the Tribal Chief... it’s like he’s on another level.”

“I know,” the other replies. “I’ve never seen anything like it. The fans love to hate him, but you can’t deny the guy is magnetic. He’s in control of everything, and you can feel it when he walks into a room.”

You pause, fingers stilling over the stack of flyers. Whoever this Roman Reigns is, it’s clear he isn’t just another wrestler. He’s something more—something bigger.

“Heyman’s got him booked solid for the next few weeks. No one even gets near him without going through his advocate first.”

You file the name away—Paul Heyman. You’re not sure who he is, but it seems like Roman Reigns operates on an entirely different level than anyone else here.

“Yeah, but when Roman sets his sights on something, he always gets it. No questions asked.”

Your fingers hesitate for a moment before continuing to organize the materials in front of you. You’re not sure what all the buzz around Roman Reigns really means, but one thing is clear—this man commands attention. Still, it has nothing to do with you. You remind yourself that you’re here for your career, not to get wrapped up in the WWE’s larger-than-life personas.

* * * * *

It’s been a whirlwind first week, but by now, you’re starting to settle into the rhythm of things. Your tasks have become routine—picking up paperwork, running production errands, and assisting wherever you’re needed. Today, you’re making your way through the winding corridors backstage, arms full of press materials that need to be delivered to the media team. You’ve learned to navigate the chaos without getting overwhelmed. Talent is everywhere, crew members buzz around, and conversations fill the air. But you keep your focus, reminding yourself that you’re here to make an impression—not get swept up in the spectacle.

You turn a corner, narrowly avoiding a group of production assistants hustling by, and almost run smack into a wall of people. You stumble back, catching your balance just in time, and your eyes quickly scan the group in front of you.

It’s a small crew, only four men—one of them an older man in a sharp suit, who catches your attention first. He looks important. The others are large, athletic guys, no doubt wrestlers. You know the type by now—intimidating at first glance but not as impressive once you’ve seen dozens of them throughout the week.

“I’m so sorry,” you say quickly, stepping aside to let them pass, still balancing the stack of papers in your arms.

The older man in the suit smiles at you—kind of. It’s more of a smirk like he’s amused by your near collision. 

“No harm done,” he says smoothly, his voice carrying a certain gravitas that makes you think he must be someone important. “You look busy.”

“I am,” you admit with a polite smile, shifting your papers in your arms. “Just trying to stay out of everyone’s way.”

Before he can respond, one of the wrestlers steps forward, standing directly in front of you. He’s taller, broad-shouldered, and clearly commands the space around him, even with the casual way he holds himself. You glance up at him briefly, feeling the weight of his presence. But instead of fawning over him like you’ve seen others do when they cross paths with talent, you brush it off. You’re here for work, not to be starstruck.

“Let’s move,” the man says simply, his voice low and authoritative. His eyes flicker to you for a moment, studying you with a curious intensity. But you don’t catch it. You’re too focused on the papers in your arms and the fact that you’re already running behind.

You nod politely and start to step around them when the man in the suit—who you now recognize as Paul Heyman, a name you’d overheard several times this week—gives you another smile. “Quite the dedicated intern we’ve got here. Keep up the hard work.”

“Thank you,” you reply, your voice polite but rushed. You can feel the weight of the stack of papers in your arms pulling at you. “I’ll try not to run anyone over next time.”

Paul chuckles lightly, and the group moves past you. You keep your head down, moving on quickly, not giving the interaction much thought. Just another group of wrestlers, another task on your never-ending list for the day.

But as you continue down the hall, something tugs at the back of your mind. There was something different about that group. The way the crew members in the hall stepped aside for them, the quiet murmur of conversation after they passed, and the way the tallest man in the group carried himself—like he owned the place.

You shake the thought from your head. Whoever they are, they’re just another set of people in this never-ending circus. You’ve got more important things to focus on, like delivering these materials and staying on top of your workload.

But as you head back toward your desk, you catch snippets of conversation from some crew members in the distance. “Did you see him?” one of them whispers.

“Of course I did. Roman Reigns. The Tribal Chief himself.”

You pause mid-step. Roman Reigns?

The name echoes in your head, and suddenly it clicks. The tallest man, the one who barely said anything but still managed to dominate the space without trying—that was him. The Tribal Chief. The one everyone’s been talking about all week. And you... you just brushed him off like he was any other wrestler.

A small pang of embarrassment flickers through you, but you push it down. You didn’t know. And even if you had known, it’s not like you would have acted any differently. You’re here for work, not to get wrapped up in the allure of superstars, no matter how big they are.

Still, as you sit down at your desk and try to focus on your tasks, you can’t help but feel like you’ve missed something. Like maybe—just maybe—Roman Reigns noticed something in you too.

But that’s ridiculous, right?

You shake off the thought, refocusing on your work. For now.

* * * * *

Weeks pass in a blur, and by now, you’ve found your footing in the chaotic world of WWE. Your internship has been nonstop—shuffling between production meetings, running errands, and assisting with anything that needs an extra hand. You’ve gotten to know a few more people along the way, even some of the talent, but you always maintain your focus. You’re not here to make friends; you’re here to build a career.

The days bleed together, marked by long hours and endless tasks, but you don’t mind. Each day brings you one step closer to earning that glowing recommendation from your supervisors. You’ve even heard your name whispered in the halls once or twice, people complimenting how quickly you’ve adapted, how you’re always reliable. It’s rewarding, but you don’t let it get to your head. There’s too much to do, and too much riding on this internship to let your guard down now.

But amidst the hustle, you’ve started to notice something. A shift, small but noticeable if you’re paying attention. Roman Reigns—the name you now know well—has been around more often than before. The Tribal Chief himself, the man everyone is constantly buzzing about, is always nearby.

It started off small, just brief sightings backstage. You’d pass by the hallway, head down, focused on where you needed to be, and catch a glimpse of him with his entourage. He rarely traveled alone. Paul Heyman, his ever-present Advocate, was always by his side, along with a few other towering men who appeared to be related. The aura around him was impossible to ignore—people parted for him like he was royalty, which, considering his status, made sense. 

But to you, he was just another face in the sea of talent.

At first, you didn’t think much of it. You brushed it off, assuming his presence around you was a coincidence—after all, this is WWE, and you’re bound to cross paths with the wrestlers eventually. You had no reason to think otherwise. But after the third or fourth time, something clicked. You’d feel his gaze linger on you as you walked by. Not every time, but often enough for it to make you wonder.

One day, you’re in the catering area, grabbing a quick bite between tasks when you catch him looking at you from across the room. His arms are crossed, posture relaxed but still commanding. He’s surrounded by his crew, but his eyes are on you. You glance up, meeting his gaze briefly, but quickly look away, dismissing the moment as nothing more than curiosity on his part. Maybe he’s just bored. Or maybe you’re just imagining things. Either way, it doesn’t matter—you’ve got work to do.

In the days that follow, the pattern repeats. A glance here, a brief look there. You’d be walking through the hall with a clipboard in hand, passing a group of wrestlers, and you’d feel his eyes on you. It’s never anything overt, nothing that disrupts your focus. But it’s there.

More than once, you overhear people mentioning him as you work. Production staff and crew members talk about his rising power, his influence, his utter dominance as the Tribal Chief. You don’t pay too much attention to it—it’s background noise to you, as you’re more concerned with making sure your tasks are done right and on time. Still, his name is everywhere, even when you aren’t directly crossing paths. You’ve caught bits of conversations about his latest storyline, his matches, his undeniable star power.

But you? You’re here to do your job. You’ve worked too hard to let any of this distract you.

You even overhear one conversation backstage between two other interns—both a little too eager to gossip—about how lucky you are. They’d seen him glance your way once or twice too and speculated, voices low but not low enough, about why he seemed to pay attention to you.

“Did you see the way Roman looked at her during that meeting?” one of them whispered.

“I know! She’s so lucky. If that were me, I’d totally play it up,” the other intern replied, laughing. “She probably doesn’t even notice. She’s so busy working.”

You had noticed. But you weren’t playing into anything. You were here for yourself, for your career, for a shot at making it in this industry on your own terms. Roman Reigns might be the biggest name in the company right now, but that doesn’t change your priorities.

Still, the thought of his lingering glances sticks with you more than you’d like to admit. You don’t fawn over him like the others, don’t treat him with the reverence most people seem to reserve for him. In fact, you barely interact with him at all. That one time you spoke to Paul Heyman was the closest you’d come, and even then, it was business as usual.

Yet, there’s something unshakable about the way he looks at you. It’s not predatory, but it’s not dismissive either. It’s like he’s observing, watching, but waiting for something. You shake off the feeling each time, burying yourself in your tasks and ignoring the strange awareness that hums in the back of your mind whenever he’s nearby.

And as the days turn into weeks, you continue to keep your head down, completing your assignments with the same dedication that got you noticed in the first place. Roman may be watching, but you refuse to let it distract you. After all, this internship is your one shot at proving yourself—and nothing, not even the Tribal Chief himself, is going to get in the way of that.

* * * * *

Another week passes, and your workload only seems to grow. As you rush through the hallways, your mind is focused on everything except the gossip around you. There’s a big event coming up, and the production team has ramped up its efforts, pushing everyone to their limits, including you.

You’ve just wrapped up a meeting and are heading backstage, still clutching your notes, when you hear someone call your name. 

You pause, turning slightly to see none other than Roman Reigns standing a few feet away. This time, he’s not surrounded by a crowd of people, it’s just him. Your heart skips for a second, but you steady yourself quickly. He’s just another wrestler, you remind yourself.

Roman steps forward, his stride purposeful, like every movement he makes is calculated. “I thought it was about time I introduced myself properly,” he says, his voice smooth yet authoritative. His eyes are locked on yours, and there’s something in his gaze—an intensity that seems to pin you in place. “Roman Reigns.”

You nod, giving him a polite smile, but keep your tone professional. “I know. Everyone’s been talking about you.” The understatement of the century, but you aren’t about to admit that.

He chuckles softly, clearly used to hearing his own name everywhere. “I figured. But you seem different. Most people around here don’t exactly keep their heads down like you do.”

Before you can respond, Roman gestures to his left where the three men you usually see with him approach. They each give you a nod and a smile, though theirs are a bit more playful, mischievous even. There’s a lightness to them, an ease that contrasts Roman’s more commanding presence.

“These are my cousins, Jimmy and Jey,” he says. “The Usos.”

You nod again, acknowledging them with a polite “Nice to meet you.” They seem friendly enough, but the weight of Roman’s presence keeps your attention locked on him.

“And you’ve met Paul before, right?” Roman adds, turning to his Advocate, who steps forward with that same knowing smile he always seems to wear.

“Yeah, we’ve crossed paths in a few meetings,” you reply, remembering the brief conversations you’ve had with Paul Heyman. He was always polite, sharp, and insightful during meetings. You respected him for his reputation and the way he carried himself in the industry. He gives you a small nod, the same reserved yet thoughtful expression he always carries.

“Yes, we’ve shared some insightful talks,” Paul chimes in, his voice smooth as ever. “I must say, I’m impressed with your work ethic. You’ve been standing out.” There’s a slight gleam in his eyes, like he’s already reading you like an open book.

You shift slightly on your feet, trying to remain focused. Compliments are nice, but they aren’t why you’re here. “Thank you. I’m just trying to do my job.”

Roman’s eyes flicker with something—interest, amusement, maybe both. “You’re doing more than that,” he says, his voice lower, carrying a weight that makes it impossible to brush off. “I’ve noticed.”

You feel the subtle shift in the air between you, but you keep your response calm, professional. “I appreciate that. I’m just here to help where I can.”

He tilts his head slightly, as if studying you. “You don’t get fazed easily, do you?” There’s a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, a hint of admiration in his tone.

You shrug lightly. “I’ve learned to stay focused. This is a big opportunity for me.”

Roman steps a bit closer, his towering presence making it hard to ignore him even if you wanted to. “I can respect that. You’ve been doing good work. People are talking.”

You feel your heart rate pick up slightly, but you keep your composure. Compliments from Roman Reigns may be a big deal to most, but you’re determined to stay grounded. “That’s kind of you to say. But really, I’m just doing what’s expected of me.”

Jimmy chuckles from the side, elbowing Jey. “Man, she’s not like the others, is she?”

Jey smirks, watching the exchange with clear amusement. “Not at all. Got nerves of steel, this one.”

Roman doesn’t break eye contact with you, his smirk softening into something almost approving. “Well, keep doing what you’re doing,” he says, his voice smooth but with an undertone of authority. “You’re making an impression.”

You smile politely, grateful for the acknowledgment but not lingering on it. “Thanks, I’ll do my best.”

There’s a beat of silence, and you glance between the four men, all of whom seem to be watching you with varying degrees of interest. It’s a little overwhelming, but you maintain your composure. Roman is the last to look away, nodding once before finally stepping back.

“Good to meet you,” he says, and there’s a finality to his tone, like he’s just checked something off his mental list. 

He and his cousins start to walk off, but before he’s out of earshot, you hear him murmur to Paul, something low and quiet, but with a hint of intrigue. You don’t stick around to analyze it. 

Instead, you turn back to your task list, pushing aside whatever strange tension had bubbled up in the brief exchange. He might be Roman Reigns, Tribal Chief, leader of the locker room, but to you, he’s just another talent in a long list of people you need to stay professional around.

Even if his eyes lingered just a little too long, or his words seemed to carry more weight than they should, you brush it off. You have bigger things to worry about than what Roman Reigns thinks of you. After all, your career is on the line, and no matter how much attention he pays to you, you refuse to let it pull you away from your goals.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

There's Beauty in Tragedy

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.9k

Warnings: home invasion, robbers, being tied up and gagged but not injured, mostly fluff

Summary: You own a multi-billion dollar company, and that means you're a target for a specific group of people who robs very rich. The whole experience is very scary but you meet the woman of your dreams because of it, so you can't be too mad at the situation.

Square Filled: crime scene (2023) for @cmbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

This big mansion is all to yourself. A dozen bedrooms and bathrooms, a big movie theater, a gorgeous indoor pool, a luxurious spa next to it, and that’s barely scratching the surface. Why do you need all this? Well, you don’t. You’re more than happy with living in a two-bedroom house that you can craft to your liking instead of a big place like this.

You make so much money that you had no other choice but to put it toward your dream house. Your heels click on the clean tiled floor as you walk into your sleek office where you know a hoard of emails are waiting for your response. For someone who is the CEO of the best jewelry company this country has ever seen, you have a shit ton of work you need to do.

Your passion in life is to make jewelry for people to feel beautiful in. It all started in the basement of your parent’s house like every other great company has. The first people you ever made jewelry for were your parents with jewels you found while camping one summer. They were so impressed that they told their immediate family who were interested in you doing this for them.

They told their friends who told their kids who told their friends and soon, everyone in town was lining at your door for your jewelry. That’s when you started taking commissions only for people who are willing to pay which is how you were able to buy your first car with your own money. Yes, you got a job when you turned seventeen so you can get experience under your belt even though you could live off what you were making on your jewelry sales.

Once the business got big enough to work out of your parent’s basement, you used your money to buy a small space in the local mall where you could extend your services to more people. You hired a few of your friends to help you with the business for a few years, and the company was only getting bigger.

It got to the point where you bought yourself your own building, and hired a call center team, IT services, mailroom workers, and a whole fleet of teams who could do the work you were doing back in high school. You named yourself the CEO of Shining Star Jewelry and retired at an early age.

You’re doing pretty well for yourself and you don’t like to hide it. You sit down at your desk and work on answering emails for a couple of hours. Afterward, you’ll make yourself some dinner and take a hot bath while watching your favorite TV show. The first hour goes by quicker than you thought it would, and you look at the time with a yawn. Maybe you can get away with cutting it an hour early.

You’re about to log out of your account when your security cameras pick up something in your backyard. Two men are in your backyard with a big black duffel bag slung over their shoulders with the intention of breaking in and stealing shit. They smash the back door and walk inside your home.

You’re not sure what to do in this situation. Do you hide? Do you run? Do you call someone? Your security alarm is set up to send a silent alarm to the local police if you don’t turn it off, so the police are coming either way. The only problem is, you’re not sure how long it will take them to get here.

Your fight or flight response kicks in and you choose to run in hopes they don’t find you. However, luck isn’t on your side because as soon as you step foot out of your office, both men stand in your way.

“Lookie lookie what we got here,” one of the men says.

They’re both wearing skull bandanas that they have tied over their face so that the only thing showing is their eyes.

“Take anything you want. Please don’t hurt me,” you beg.

“Tie her up,” one of them says.

The bigger man grabs your arm harshly and yanks you into your office. He takes out some rope, duct tape, and zip ties that will be used to subdue you. You have no clue if you’re going to lose your life, get raped, get injured, or whatever they have planned. Instead of fleeing like your body is telling you to do, you allow the man to do whatever he wants to do to you in hopes that he doesn’t hurt or kill you. He ties your ankles together with zip ties, your wrists are tied with rope very tightly, the zip ties your ankles to your wrists so you can’t use your hands, and duct tape is wrapped around your eyes and mouth so you’re forced to breathe through your nose.

“Are you done?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go. A place as nice as this must have good security alarms. The police will be here any minute.”

Both men leave you alone in your office to wonder what they’re taking and where they are. You have a lot of nice expensive shit everywhere that they can make a lot of money off of, but there is so much of it that they can’t possibly take it all before the police come.

Twenty agonizing minutes later, you hear police sirens outside your house. You’re not sure if the two men are gone, and if they are, you hope your cameras caught which way they went. Two officers knock on your front door to check if you’re alright. You try screaming as loud as you can but the duct tape is preventing you from making a lot of noise.

“Check around back,” one of the officers say.

Both of them split up to see if there is any disturbances only to meet at the back door which is shattered with glass all over the ground.

“NYPD! We’re coming inside!”

Both of them train their guns in front of them as they walk inside. They stick together and sweep each room one by one until they get to your office. They walk in and aim their guns at you thinking you’re one of the intruders.

“Shit,” the first officer curses and holsters his gun. He kneels next to you and takes the duct tape off first. “You’re okay, Miss. We’re here to help.”

“I couldn’t fight back,” you cry. “I am so scared.”

“I understand. Robles, help me with the zip ties.”

Both officers remove you from your ties. They didn’t kill you. Why? Paramedics come so they can check you out while more officers come to gather intel on what items the burglars stole, where they went, and who they could be. After the paramedics clear you, a female officer sits down with you in your living room.

“I know you must be scared out of your mind, but do you mind if I ask you some questions?”

“No.”

“Okay. Do you remember what the intruders looked like?”

“They had masks covering their face. I could only see their eyes. They were wearing skull bandanas around their faces. One was really big. He’s the one who shoved me into my office. The other one was really skinny. I probably weigh more than him,” you scoff. A look of realization comes over the officer’s face. “What?”

“Excuse me.”

She gets up and walks over to another officer. She whispers to him but the sound carries over to you so you’re able to hear her.

“Call the FBI. They’ve struck again.”

You’re not sure what’s going on or why the FBI needs to come here for two people stealing shit but you have no choice but to wait for them to arrive. They’re coming from Quantico, Virginia which is only an hour by plane. Three agents go to your house while the rest are set up in the NYPD station.

“Agents, thank you for coming.” You look to the left and see the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever seen. Blonde hair, slim, and from what you can tell blue eyes. “I’m Detective Faulkner.”

“I’m Agent Hotchner. These are Agents Jareau and Morgan.”

“You told me over the phone that this matches the other crime scenes?”

“Yes. My men found Miss Y/N in her office with duct tape over her mouth and eyes with rope and zip ties. The intruders wore skull bandanas. I read through the files that they’ve been hitting houses up and down the coastline, right?”

Two men have been hitting rich houses and stealing billions of dollars worth of things. They don’t kill their victims, but it’s suspected that they sell the items and use the money for their trafficking business.

“Yes.” JJ’s eyes look over at you and you look away to prevent her from seeing your blush. “Is this her?”

“Yes. She’s pretty shaken up.”

“I got it,” JJ says to her team and walks to you alone. “May I sit?”

“Please.”

“My name is Jennifer Jareau. I’m with the FBI.”

You’re still scared and traumatized at what happened to you, but you’re not going to let her know. She is too gorgeous to worry about you crying. Her eyes are bluer up close and her cheeks are rosy which comes from a natural tint rather than makeup blush.

“Jennifer? That’s a beautiful name. It’s suiting,” you flirt.

“Thank you,” she blushes deeper. “Can you walk me through what happened?”

You tell her exactly what you told the female officer earlier.

“After they tied me up, all I kept thinking was this is it. This is when I’m gonna die. I haven’t had time to look through my things but I had some pretty valuable items, most of which can be replaced. Is it true?”

“Is what true?”

“That these men have been doing this to a lot of other people?”

“Yes. They only hit victims who have millions to billions of dollars to their name, and they just so happen to strike in the richest city in America.”

“Yeah, I try to have the best security defenses but sometimes that doesn't even stop people.”

“We’re going to work hard in catching these guys and returning your items back to you,” she promises.

“Well, I appreciate that.” She moves her long hair out of the way to reveal she has a sparking diamond necklace on. That twinkle can only be found in one place, and you smile flirtatiously. “That necklace is beautiful.”

“Thank you. I got it for my birthday last year.”

“I knew I recognized it. I designed it. It makes your eyes sparkle.”

“You have good taste, then,” she blushes.

“Beautiful jewelry for a beautiful woman.”

JJ can’t help but smile at your compliment. She has to admit, she was taken aback by your beauty when she first saw you. You’re a victim on a case she’s working so she can’t pursue you but after the case… you never know.

JJ and her team work tirelessly to capture the two unsubs before they move on to the next state. They’ve been hitting one or two big houses in each city, only choosing two cities in each state, and they’re moving across state lines which is why the FBI is involved. They normally deal with serial killers and psychopaths, never really touching on serial burglars. You’re the first person in this city to have been hit, so they’re going to hit one more person before moving to the next big city in New York.

After the police left, you tried to go back to your everyday life without possession of your things, but you tried. The press got hold of the story pretty quickly so your PR team is working endlessly to try and get behind the story before your name is dragged through the mud. You’re on your way out the door when you get a call from an unknown number.

“This is Y/N,” you answer.

“Hi, it’s Jennifer from the FBI.”

“Oh, to what do I owe the pleasure?” you smile.

“Do you mind coming down to the station right now? It’s about the robbery.”

You don’t have to look at the time to know you always have time for her.

“Of course. I’m on my way.” You drive straight to the police station which is only a ten-minute drive. You walk inside and greet one of the officers. “I’m here to see Agent Jareau.”

“Y/N, I’m glad you could make it,” JJ smiles.

“I wasn’t busy. What did you need me for?”

“We realize the burglars are going to be hitting another house soon, and we need your help locating some people.”

“Do I get to work with you?”

“If you’d like.”

“No offense to the others, but they’re not as pretty as you are,” you wink. JJ blushes once again at your compliment and leads you to an empty conference room. “So, when you mean ‘some people’ do you mean ‘rich people’? As in, do I keep in touch with any other rich folk in the city?”

“Yeah,” she says sheepishly.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I actually like to keep a record of all of my competitors in the area including who has enough money to overthrow my company.”

“I don’t think that can happen. Your jewelry is one-of-a-kind.”

“That’s very sweet of you, Jennifer, but there are a lot of people who seem to think they can outshine me.”

“Right. Who’s on your list?”

“This list is gonna cost you. Would it be too much if I asked you to go grab coffee with me? You know, like a date?” JJ’s mouth opens and closes as she tries to search for an answer. Her pale skin darkens deliciously, making you think if the rest of her skin is the same way. “I’m sorry but you’re gorgeous. When I see something I like, I grab it before someone else does.”

“Look, I’m flattered you asked me on a date, but I don’t think it would be very professional since I am working on your case. It would raise suspicions to my boss, and I don’t want to ruin anything for anyone.”

“Completely understandable. What about after?”

“We’ll talk then,” she smiles.

You give her the list of every known millionaire and billionaire in the area that you have numbers for. If someone has money, you make it your business to know who they are. The list is handed to their technical analyst, Penelope Garcia, to see if she can narrow down the very long list. The list you have in New York City alone is over seven hundred residents who are targets for this duo-team.

With Penelope’s help, that number is drastically decreased to less than fifty using the parameters they are searching for. The FBI and NYPD work on calling every person on that short list to make sure they know what’s going on and how they’re a potential target. All of them answer but one, and that’s the one that the FBI is going after thinking the two unsubs are going there.

From what you gathered, they were in the middle of a heist with bags of jewels, cash, and other expensive items when the FBI and NYPD showed up. They’re not killers but they don’t like to be cornered. If they really do work for a trafficking ring, being caught is worse than being dead, so they decided to shoot their way out.

One of them died and the other was apprehended and arrested.

They haven’t had time to sell any of the possessions they stole while in New York, so all of your items were returned back to you. Your PR team used this to your advantage to make this seem like a happy ending for you in the eyes of society. If the public can sympathize with you, then you won’t face backlash for something that wasn’t your fault to begin with.

It isn’t fair but that’s the way the world is.

JJ escorted you back home when you told her you didn’t feel safe going back there alone. She took this as an opportunity to be alone with you knowing it’s why you asked her to take you home in the first place.

“I appreciate you taking me home,” you say when she walks you up the stairs to your front door.

“I didn’t want you to feel unsafe.”

“I want you to know I will be working with my team to increase security here so we don’t have this issue again. Though, it’s such a shame to see you go. I thought we were having fun.”

“We were,” she smiles.

“Here, take this.” You reach into your purse and grab one of your business cards and a pen. You scribble your personal phone number on it since your cards only have your business phone number. “I can work remotely anywhere in the world or not at all. It’d be a real tragedy if I never got to see you again. I hear Virginia is nice this time of year. I’d love to take you out.”

“I’d like that, too.”

“Call me.” You open your front door and step inside. “Or if you have some time right now, would you like to come in for some coffee?”

She looks at her watch and shrugs.

“I got some time,” she smiles and steps inside.

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[meanya]

With Indie Animation Day just having passed and a really meh-looking Megamind sequel on the horizon, I'd like to gently remind people of the power of ignorance.

(TL;DR in blue) Your attention is valuable. Like it or not, your attention alone is worth money. When you give a show or project your attention, you are supporting it. So if you're as disgruntled as I am knowing another amazing movie's timeline is about to be tarnished with a lazy sequel, please for the love of god, ignore it.

"Don't feed the troll" "They just want attention, ignore them." these are tales as old as time... But what we're dealing with in entertainment and animation today is much more insidious than attention-seeking randos online. We're dealing with attention-seeking multi-billion dollar companies.

We are living in the age of soulless nostalgia-bait and purposefully-infuriating content. They are putting this content out because it is MAKING THEM MONEY, and it is making them money because we are giving them attention! The most POWERFUL WEAPON you have to wield against them right now is your ignorance.

I know it's infuriating. I know. But the fact is: Just like a troll, every interaction you give this media feeds it, good or bad. Especially bad.

Talking about this movie is spreading the word for them. Posting about them gives them free advertising. Watching people review and dunk on them will push more people to review and talk about it. Even if you go online and say, "I hate this movie, it's gonna suck." that is STILL advertising for them!

Hate-watching is worth the same amount of money as love-watching. Remember what hate-watching did for projects like Velma?

Don't let this new Megamind sequel or any dead-horse-beating project succeed financially just because we were too angry to stop talking about it. DON'T reward them for their half-assed cash-grabs with your ire. They don't deserve your fury.

I beg of you, don't hate-watch it when it comes out. Don't post about them. Don't take to Twitter and Tumblr flooding the #notmymegamind tag. Don't do their dirty work for them. Don't allow them rent-free space on your page or in your mind. Don't give this project the time of day. Ignore it. There is power in your ignorance, just as there is in your attention.

Give your attention to one of these independent animators instead. The media giants don't need it.

If we can all band together and ignore the media we don't like, they will no longer be profitable or a safe investment and they will eventually stop. But we have to agree to ignore it together.

[phoenixyfriend]

This was on a reblog of a fic concept someone added one of my posts but I decided it was risking backlash against the person, and also it ended up half vent post, so just tucking it into its own little post here instead.

I'm glad you're enjoying this, but... Okay, actually, I'm really sorry but this goes against what I was thinking with this post in a lot of ways. I know you didn't intend any malice, but I just. I cannot not talk about this right now. I need people to know to just... not do this to my posts. Because it keeps happening.

I do know which "the younger person should be the sugar daddy, like they made an app or something" post you're thinking about, and i'ts a good post, but that is 100% an Obikin plot. Cody is not a guy to make a super successful app. That is an Anakin thing. In that respect, this is an Obikin fic in Cod*Wan clothing. I mean, I've talked about wanting people to do more Obikin plots in Cod*Wan, but that's about exploring the age difference and power dynamics, not Cody Is A Tech Whiz.

A billion is too much. The only, only ethical ways to get to billionaire status are 'lottery' and 'relative I never heard of just died and left me everything.' In both cases, the only ethical way to proceed is to invest enough to live off of comfortably, and donate the rest. If an app makes that much money? The app is screwing someone over.

I also cannot imagine Obi-Wan in the financial industries sector unless he absolutely loathes his job or is an auditor who delights in making Rich People's Lives Miserable. Better option would be that Obi-Wan is the president of a charity that Cody partners with, like the CEO of a Free Housing For The Homeless initiative or a big name lawyer in an activist lobby for environmentalism or something. This might just be my "I am a business major who hates the business major norms" and look at financial services industry types with uhhhh distaste. If he's a financial advisor, it is for a nonprofit. At most, he is part of a company that specializes in helping rich people funnel their money into charitable ventures.

This also just doesn't fight my envisioning of either Obi-Wan or Cody.

I do need to throw in that my first thought reading this was my Codakin version where Cody wins the lottery and Anakin is the sugar baby. It's not that similar, but the vibes were there (for me).

Finally, it's just... the point of this post is that I find it frustrating when people make Cody the same age because I find it disingenuous to flatten the power dynamic. Some people do it fine, are multi-shippers who are as honest about Cod*Wan as they are with something like Obikin. If they have one fic where Cod*Wan are the same age with no power diff, and another where the power dynamic is flipped, and a third where the power dynamic is as in canon and just explored as necessary, that's fine.

But with the number of Cod*wan (and Barr*ssoka, which is full on NOTP for me as a direct result of this behavior, despite having a canon age diff of 4yrs) folk that have talked shit to and about me and mine for doing something similar with ships like Rexsoka or Obikin... The amount of shit I've had to deal with for shipping Rexsoka for adjusting ages in a modern AU, coming from people who do the same thing with Cod*Wan, is the driving force of this post. It's basically this: If I don't get to change the ages a bit to make things palatable, then neither does anyone else.

This is not just about the age difference. It's about looking at canon and going 'if you guys are going to give me shit for my ship, then play it straight on your end. What does it look like when you're honest about the power dynamic?

There is a reason my first suggestion is Cody having a crush on his boss.

The intent was always that Obi-Wan is the sugar daddy, because Obi-Wan is the General. Because Obi-Wan is the one with power. Because Obi-Wan is the one with control.

Because this post was about "if I don't get to change my ships to make them less problematic, then neither does anyone else."

Also because I just find a lot of Cod*Wan fics to be OOC, and not in the fun way.

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

Don't you think pjms theories are too much of a reach? I don't think the company is sabotaging Jimin or that Bang/Scooter hate Jimin. There's not enough evidence to affirm those things to me. The company is just inefficient, stupid and money hungry. They are in a position to give better support to Bts solo songs that are not tied to western producers, they just don't want to spend money because a bts solo has some degree of success guaranteed anyway.

I have stanned idols who sued their company, who shaded their company until they left. And Jimin doesn't do those things. He complained about the MVs, but that's about it. He looks happy, he jokes around with staff. To me he is not being mistreated, it just looks like it because they company is incompent.

No, I don't think everything is a reach. I don't think they particularly hate Jimin, it's not personal. It's just that Jimin wasn't who they were planning on investing in, and they had other things to prove and he unfortunately stepped in their way. I even think they would've done the same to any other member, of course not everyone has the star quality Jimin has.

They're not incompetent. You don't build a multi billion dollar company if you're incompetent, for god's sake. You're naive and everyone thinking the same is naive or playing dumb. A lot of what they did for Jungkook's promo they already did it for BTS as a group before; they actually did more for Jungkook than they even did for BTS. They've always known what to do, they just didn't do it for anyone else. And even if some things slipped out of their hands, fans have been tagging them and asking them to fix it and they never did. Even though they fixed everything people complained about regarding seven.

What do you mean to say, that from April to July they learned everything didn't learn in 10 years? Because that's the time between like crazy and seven; 3 months. How does that make sense? Even more, the moment Jungkook was in that studio booth, they were already planning everything for seven. So, did they learn everything between March 24th and April 7th?

All solo releases had a settled and agreed on budget by the company. I doubt the members get involved with numbers; it's the company who decides on the budget. But even knowing and understanding that, some things are hard to understand still.

Jimin didn't get 6 videos because it was "irrational" but rookie group new jeans got 6 videos. Jungkook is going to get at least 2 more when he releases his album, and I don't even have to talk about predictions but present day is enough: there's like 10 visualizers (I think it's more than that now because I keep getting the notifications) for this one single and those videos cost money too.

I get that the physical CDs that the fans have been asking for cost money, but here's the thing.. they were sold out in the first or second week. So they never planned on restocking anyways, they manufactured a certain amount that got sold out in the first week and they never restocked because they were never planning on manufacturing more. Now, Jungkook has a month worth of CDs stock, I heard that the they stocked 38k CDs a couple of days ago and I believe the first stock was 10k, and since then they've restocked like 4 times so I'm sure they're already around the 100k CDs sold. I would even bet you that if they run out of their initial stock, they will manufacture more CDs if necessary for this single.

The same is happening to other BTS releases, by the way. They've been sold out for months and they're only restocking for Jungkook. It wasn't an exaggeration when I said all the money the 7 have earned is solely going into Jungkook's career. I will keep saying that because it's a fact.

By not restocking those CDs, they're limiting their support for their own artists. But they're also limiting the support fans can give them, because how can they buy if the product is not available. And that is sabotage, no matter the reason behind.

You say "They are in a position to give better support to Bts solo songs that are not tied to western producers, they just don't want to" well exactly, and that is not incompetence. They just don't want to.

"Demand, impact" bla bla bla. If they were to restock 50k CDs of like crazy, they will sell all. And they know that. It's not that they're scared they'll manufacture and ship CDs and make no revenue; they know there's demand, they just don't want to do it.

Budget and money aside, there's still important things they could've done, important things they could still do that they don't need money for.

There's no need to for budget to combine a song's streams or let people know about change in a chart rules. The English and Korean versions were released combined, it gained streams the following two days simply because it's a good song, and it hit #1 on global. The day after it was #1, the numbers were split and thus affecting its chart position. It's almost like for three days it didn't matter but it mattered the moment it was #1, because that was the debut they had planned for a different member. Seven, of course, combined from the begining and still no problems.

Spotify customer service said the label was in charge of combining songs, that they could do it if the label asked. I wasn't sure if I believed them at first, because sometimes databases get messed up and also Spotify customer service is kinda bad. But for several reasons, one being that issue with Post Malone's song, and the other being scooter's attempt at changing the number of streams for seven after its debut, I believe them now and I'm sure that if hybe wanted to, they could.

They didn't need budget to let people know about the change in the chart rules. They didn't care to, they didn't want to announce it until Yoongi had a song out. I don't know if you remember, but this is how things played out:

-> like crazy predicted between #4 - #6 for the second week

-> announcement that 100k+ sales were deducted from the total sold that week

-> a couple of hours later: instagram posts about Jungkook "making history" with bangpd and scooter

-> bangpd on the cover of billboard magazine the next week

If you think all of that was a coincidence, you do you.

And they didn't need budget to let people know what happened to those 100k sales. They still haven't given any explanation on that.

Did they need budget to put like crazy on this is BTS playlist? Did they need to hear Jimin say he wants to be a giant popstar?

None of that has anything to do with personal aspirations the members might have and it has everything to do with management. And no, I don't believe they're incompetent.

I said this earlier this year and I still stand by it:

There is no doubt it was Jimin who decided for who long he'd promote and what activitites. Of course, I'm not ignoring that Yoongi's release was stepping on Jimin's tail, so I also think Jimin could've been somewhat obliged to cram everything into a few days because he knew Yoongi was next.

I know Jimin decided on the shows and performances he went to; Jimin always been tied emotionally to their Korean fans, and he's always respected and honored them; during the pandemic and for festa 2022 he mentioned several times wanting to do music shows. He's had a good relationship with Jimmy Fallon for years, he chose to go to his show because he likes him. I never expected Jimin to go to live lounge as well as I don't expect Jungkook to ever do a stage like set me free pt2 or even like crazy.

I could consider -I have considered- the option that everything was just bad luck or something and that after knowing it was possible to have such a debut like Jimin, hybe he wanted a piece of the cake and to seriously take credit for success like that, so they decided to go all out for JK (this is where personal aspirations come into play), making sure that everyone knew who were the people involved. Because everyone knows who's behind seven. Even Jungkook won't miss any opportunity to talk about receiving the song and being granted this chance. He literally said his life changed because they gave him this song.

I mean...

But there are two things that won't let me really commit to the possibility that all happened by chance; one being all the mediaplay around JK since early 2022. Two, and the most relevant to me it's that Jungkook seemingly never worked on his album. He said that he wasn't doing anything, that he had no plans, told people to not wait for him. I'm sure you know everything. It's not like they suddenly decided to give him a song and then a full english album, no. They've been planning this for a while, and he probably knew about the plans and that's why he wasn't really working on anything.

Maybe you're new to the fandom, but one of the years BTS went to the Grammys, I think it was 2020, a CEO went with them and he placed himself in every photo next to them. In one photo, he even moved Jungkook out of the center so he could be the center of the photo in the freaking red carpet.

That same man, along with BangPd would give interview after interview talking about how they know how to create the next BTS, because they allegedly have some kind of formula. Formula was the word they always used. Armys always got so mad about those statements, saying BTS can't be imitated and that BTS is what it is because of the members and not because of the company. Most armys who remember that, who read those interviews aren't in the fandom anymore. The people in the fandom now don't know, and don't care.

This whole thing, for more than a year, has reeked of the same ideology.

You know that they are fame and money hungry, yet don't consider the possibility that they might do everything they can to get exactly that.

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Lyons and Tigers and Bears (and Gator too) Oh My!

So I've been a Fargo viewer since S2 and have followed each season relatively closely (except most of S4). Noah Hawley is a sucker for hidden messages and meanings, as well as using symbolism derived from inspiration, such as - as shown in S4 - Alice in Wonderland. Hawley symbolically uses Alice in Wonderland in S5 as much as S4, but with a heavier focus on the dangers - "Lions and Tigers and Bears, oh my!" Here is an analysis of how some character behaviors entwine with their representative animal's instinct.

SPOILS BEWARE AHEAD

CASE STUDY #1 - WOMEN REPRESENTING LIONESSES

Everyone should know that a group of lions is called a pride. Within a pride, there are multiple lionesses, and one or two male lions which usually have a monopoly on these lionesses. The male lions exploit these lionesses as multiple mates and depend on them for food typically. Mating aspects aside, the group of lionesses are the ones who hunt prey for the pride. Male lions can also hunt for themselves, but I digress with the following statement: when the lionesses are successful in the hunt, they have to eat their share quickly before the male lions come and take the rest of the meat. The male lions have the purpose of protecting the pride from other hostile, wandering male lions, so they're not completely useless.

But that's not the point of this post.

Lorriane Lyons and Indira Olmstead, in my humble opinion, show two sides of a lioness. Their husbands, respectively, represent the male lions and their exploitation of the women's work.

Lorraine Lyons represents the strength, determination, and intelligence of a lioness. I mean, come on! Lyons = lions. Did I just blow your mind with that connection?

Lorraine Lyons has a husband, Mr Lyons. As far as I remember, we don't see him until episode 6 when he's visiting his son, Wayne, at the hospital. Did we even need to know Mr Lyons existed? In my humble opinion: No.

(Tinfoil hat: I thought Danish Graves and Lorraine had something going on, and Graves was Wayne's dad. Secret love affair or whatever.)

Mr Lyons serves no purpose than emphasizing just how much Lorraine works for her, and his, "food." She runs a multi-billion company as a debt collector (or whatever the professional term is). She looks flawless. She has zero time for bullshit. Can't you see she's busy? If it weren't for her, her husband wouldn't have his train collection we later see in the same episode (6). Although she acts like her family is a burden to her, we see in some moments of her immense love for her son: such as her over protectiveness of him and coldness towards the outsider Dorothy, and her love towards her granddaughter, Scotty. Again, in episode 6, we see a brief moment of her smiling when Scotty hugs her father, until she puts back on the facade of HBIC when she speaks with Olmstead. So far, we don't see how she interacts with her husband, which can stand for as its own evidence. Lorraine's scenes with her family and professional life show that they wouldn't be who they are today without her (wo)man power. Another interesting thing to note about Lorraine and her behavior as a lioness is how, even though she doesn't like Dorothy, she still considers her as part of the pride as she's the mother of her granddaughter and her son loves Dorothy. As the idea goes, you're as strong as the weakest link, and Lorraine knows she's better off protected with Dorothy on her side than trying to get rid of her, especially as the season goes on.

(Note: Lorraine had Dorothy committed. Okay, I get that. She still hates Dorothy and wants her gone. However, Lorraine plays the sibling game in that she can bash and ruin Dorothy all she wants - as long as SHE IS THE ONLY ONE DOING IT. When Roy Tillman came around sniffing for Dorothy, she refused to even entertain his wild ideas about responsibility and freedom, and even admitted to keeping Dorothy close because of her being the mother of her grandchild and the wife of her son. She kicked Roy Tillman's ass to the curb with a, "I don't like her, but she's a Lyon now, and you're a dipshit with a 'dead' wife." Rant over.)

Another side note: Regarding Wayne, Lorraine only helps him out in extreme cases of emergency. When he suffers the head injury from electric shock, she makes sure he has the best care and best hospital room. Anything outside of emergencies, he's on his own. While he's not the strong lion we typically picture, Wayne is a lion in his own right. Male lions typically leave the pride when they come of mating age and join another pride of unrelated kin females. Here, Wayne made his own pride with Dorothy and, later, Scotty. By the way, lion prides usually consist of mother-daughter kinship, with a few outsider females and one or two male lions. Wayne still has a long way to go, but we do see him protect Dorothy and Scotty in his own way, such lying for her to the police about her kidnapping, helping her against Gator and his accomplices, etc.

Moving onto Indira Olmstead, she represents the other side of a lioness, which is the exploitation. I won't be nice: her husband is the biggest piece of shit. Even though it would be assault, I wanted her to throw her scalding hot coffee in his fucking face when he went on a tirade about wanting a real wife. Well guess what, fuck face? She wants a real husband. Either go get a job or suck your wife's dick in appreciation. Ya know?

Her piece of shit husband wastes what little money they have on worthless dreams that don't go anywhere. At one point, he wanted to be a famous drummer. Now he wants to make it big at pro golf. He sucks ass. Hard. But that would be a compliment to him. The biggest point of his exploitation is complaining about how Olmstead isn't a wife while eating the food she puts on the table with her income. He doesn't help hunt aka get a job. He doesn't support her. I have a feeling that if Olmstead gets into trouble where her physical being is at risk, he'd run away! Fuck him! Also, he's no doubt cheating on her. Hope he dies. Or gets his dick cut off. One of the two.

CASE STUDY #2 - DOROTHY AS A TIGER

Dorothy Lyons may have taken on her second husband's surname, but she is far from a lion. Several times throughout the season, Munch, and even the narrator in a special episode, calls her as a tiger; in the episode with the narrator, she describes her behavior as the behavior of a tiger. And she is a tiger.

Unlike lions, tigers are not social cats. They are solitary except with mother-cub relationships up to a certain point. We have seen how exceptional Dorothy is at defending herself, especially when she is alone. A pride needs a male lion or two to protect the pride from hostile male lion outsiders. A tiger doesn't have the protection of a pride or pack against the forces of other hostile animals of the same or different species. Dorothy fought off two kidnappers, effectively killing one and wounding the other. She fucks up Gator's accomplices on Halloween through a series of traps and tricks. Later on, she puts up a good fight against the male nurses ready to take her away to the hospital. She outsmarts the FBI detectives. She continually outsmarts Roy Tillman and Gator.

While Dorothy, in her own way, loves her husband, I believe she used him and his family's wealth as a cover at the beginning of their relationship, but only for that extra layer of protection. Later on, she probably developed feelings similar to that of a non-sexual relationship, relying on him as a closely dear friend whom she can trust to protect her and especially their daughter when she isn't around. Anyway, she is cautious because she knows she can only rely on a select handful of people - if that. She goes at life like it's her vs the world, and rightfully so considering Roy's abuse of her during their marriage. Telling of this is how she springs into action when the PTA (?) meeting in E1 descends into chaos and she pulls out a taser on an unsuspecting cop.

CASE STUDY #3 - OLE MUNCH AS A BEAR

I love this character so much, and it's such a shame that everyone is (rightfully so) thirsting over Gator. We get it: pathetic boy with daddy issues and a middle schooler boy personality is cute and all, but when will people wake up and take on the may-be-may-not-be a sin eater from 1522, who is nice to old women, a killer of idiots, and how takes his jobs deadly seriously?

(Don't get me wrong, I like Gator as much as the next person, but everyone is sleeping on the King of the season imo.)

Anyway, I propose that Ole Munch represents a bear. Bears are the king of the forest. They can eat mostly everything, from nuts and berries to full on meat. They hibernate for some months out of the entire year. They can fuck up a full sized moose.

Munch's backstory revolves around starvation: starving so much that eating a deceased's sins is nothing compared to a few gold coins, a loaf of bread, and a goblet of wine - if we take that 1522 flashback as truth, or some part of the truth. Munch can also fuck someone's shit up: exhibit a): the two ranch hands ready to kill him at the Tillman's ranch and breaking Gator's arm; exhibit b): Gator's partner; exhibit c): the old woman's loser son in the latest episode.

When I think of a bear, I think of a creature motivated by food and a lot of it, especially male bears. Bears are one of the higher mammals on the food chain; the only danger to a bear is another bear - or maybe a big cat. Bears wander the forest in search of food, food, food. Unless they have to assert their dominance with another bear in the area, they don't have to worry about costly fights. (If you can stomach it, watch a YouTube video of bears fighting. It's crazy.)

In Munch's early scenes, we see him motivated primarily by money, or in essence, the means to buy food. He only goes out of his way to kidnap Dorothy because Roy Tillman promises him payment, and tries to re-kidnap her by any means, even when she has the upper-hand at the gas station. When he doesn't get paid by Roy, he then sets his sights on fucking with Roy and Gator.

Silent and deadly, but don't fuck with this guy - or shall I say, don't poke the bear. Nothing with Munch is nothing personal. I'd go as far to say him messing with Roy and Gator aren't for personal reasons. Gator keeps insulting Munch right to his face, but he doesn't react at all to it. He only reacts when he doesn't get his payment. Hell, I have a feeling that if Roy tried to kill him after paying him, Munch might not have reacted then, either. He probably would have gotten the hell out of Dodge in search of another job. It's just not worth it when a man's (or bear's) livelihood is at stake as long as food is readily available somewhere else.

Also, Munch always wear brown clothes. The latest is the fur-line neck of a brown coat he took from the old woman. Make of it what you will.

Further, I consider Munch a bear because he "hibernates" like one. When he isn't out causing chaos for Roy and Gator Tillman, he goes back to his place of shelter (aka the old woman's house)and rests there with a cigarette. I don't bother to do the math, but I bet you that half of Munch's time on screen focuses on his "hibernation" at this dark, cave-like home.

RANDOM THOUGHT ON GATOR

Is it just me, but why would Roy name his son Gator? So far, no one calls him by any other name but Gator, so we have to assume Gator is his legal name. Which, imo, is a stupid name.

(Do you think his dad named him after Gatorade? lol)

However, looking deeper, we have menacing characters taking on animal representatives: Lorraine and Indira as lionesses, Dorothy as a tiger, Munch possibly as a bear. Where does (a) Gator in snowy Fargo (or wherever the fuck) fit?

That's the thing: he doesn't fit.

Alligators, as said by the National Zoo website (googled) live in freshwater, slow-moving rivers, and also in swamps, marshes and lakes. Aka, Florida, North Carolina, and Texas. Fargo is the exact opposite of that description: cold, cold, snowy, and cold.

Therefore, Gator Tillman is metaphorically a "fish" out of water. He doesn't belong in this strange environment his father inhabits. He doesn't belong to Roy's idea of what a man should be. Gator doesn't know how to be himself, but he needs to survive and adapt because he's seen what happens when someone doesn't, so he tries to take on the personality of his father - but with heavy failures and setbacks. He isn't built to be like Roy. That's why, in my humble opinion, Gator has that strange name. It's showing how much he, a "Gator", doesn't fit the environment his father created. In the latest episode, Dorothy even mentions this. She says she still sees good in him, but he still wants to be Roy. This implies that a person cannot be Roy and still have goodness in them. The two shalt never intertwine. I'm pretty sure Gator's bio on the Fargo website says something similar to him wanting to become his father, but it never working out in his favor. He wants to be a "winner" or the fittest in survival. But he is struggling hard, and his father is quickly losing patience with him.

Rant over.

Note: Other than the Fargo tv series + movie, as well as some Reddit/Tumblr media consumption, I do not know anything about Noah Hawley or his writing style, inspiration, etc. Also, I did not do much, if any, research on the animals studied here. Everything comes from minimal knowledge. This is purely an opinion.

PS: It's come to my attention that Lyon is not spelled Lyons with an 's' at the end, but simply Lyon. I'm too lazy to fix this issue. Sorry. Also, sorry if there's any incoherent sentences and/or grammar issues. I needed to get this out of my system.

I would also like to say that a lot of my information, ideas, and opinions come from TV Tropes (website) where they have a lot of insightful facts about characters and their personalities, among other things. I suggest checking them out!

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Taken in Pt.1

matt x y/n

Y/n's dad suddenly passes , her dad left her everything in the will and left his business in the hands of his dearest friend ... but the business isn't all he left in his hands

Yesterday was my fathers funeral . I never thought that id loose my dad so young I guess I thought he'd always be around when I needed him . He was healthy and active which is why this sudden death was such a shock . My dad was my best friend , he loved me more than anything in the world and I the same , he may have been a hard working man but he was always there for me no matter what . He was a single parent to me since my mother passed from cancer when I was four, I know it was hard for him but he did the best he could and I couldn't have asked for a better dad.

Now that he's gone I just feel empty , like nothing matters . I decided not to finish out my senior yer of high school which my father was fully supportive of . I hated school , I was never good at it and it effected my mental health terribly . My father was very rich and now I guess... I am which is kind of scary . I enjoy art , painting and sketching is the one thing I am good at . My father loved coming home and sitting with me as he told me about his day and I would just paint and listen . My father told me " Me amore , if school isn't something you enjoy and you'd rather spend your time home painting and doing what you love I am in full support , I just want you to be happy and have a fulfilling life and if this is it then I am happy too" after that conversation he pulled me out of school and bought so many art products I couldn't run out even if I tried .

I found out during my meeting with our accountant that my father left me everything , the house , the money , the cars , the jet .... which I am grateful for but what could I ever do with all of that at 20 years old . The one thing I was least expecting was to find out that my father left his multi- billion dollar company to a man i've never met .... well evidently I did but so long ago I couldn't remember . Even more shockingly my father had out in his will that if for any reason he passed before I was married or had a family of my own that he wished for me to live with this friend of his .

So now I'm packing away my life to move to Oregon . Im so nervous only because I haven't seen my fathers friend since I was probably 4 years old , i'm not very good with people i'm introverted and quiet. If I had the choice i'd stay here and live alone , sure id feel a bit sad and very lonely in the house without my dad but id feel comfortable in my own space . I know my father wouldn't want me to live with his friend or leave his company with him if he didn't fully trust that he would take very good care of us. My father was very selective with who he was close with and trusted , i'm the same way so I know that he must be a very good person which I guess settles my worries a little .

My fathers assistant has been here helping me with everything , she is in a way a motherly figure to me . Lina has been my fathers assistant since I was about 6 so she's been a very important person in our lives . She helped me get ready for school and with my school work when I struggled and my dad wasn't able to help , she drove me to school and would take me shopping . All around she did everything a mother would and i'm sad to have to leave her behind. " Y/n I know this is all scary for you but I know Matt well . He is a bit intimidating and cold but thats strictly when we talk business , your father loved him as a brother . He trusted him with you for a reason okay , i'll always be a phone call away you know that" Lina says as we pack up the last couple of things . " I know I just... I hate leaving you Lina , you're the closest thing i've had to a mother and it breaks my heart that I have to move away . This house , the place i've lived my entire life ... I know It will always be here and you'll take good care of it but its bittersweet leaving you know" I say as I try and hold back tears but fail when I see her crying . " I know my sweet girl , I hate that you have to leave but on the bright side this could be good for you , new environment and new things to inspire you for your art " she says and I smile " yeah you're right I know it will all be okay " I say as we share a long hug and the moving truck pulls up in the driveway .

After loading up all my things , lots of huge luggage filled with my clothes , shoes , makup , art supplies , easels, canvases, room decor, books and other random shit. Evidently Lina and Matt talked and he asked what I like my room to look like and the furniture designs I like , then went on and entire shopping spree to make my room and his house to my liking . It was sweet of him but I feel bad he went through all the trouble for me . We load my shit onto one of the many big ass private jets my dad owns ... well I guess I own now , and i'm off to Oregon. Evidently we're flying into a small airport Matt had built on a big strip of land he owns close to his house . I put my head phones and put on some storm sounds and decide to just sleep though the flight .

I get shaken awake by one of the staff I know well " Hey y/n were about to land sweetheart " she says softly and I smile " Thank you Lisa" I say as I slide off my headphones and put then back in the case and put them in my bag. My leg bounces nervously as we finally land down . Im getting more and more nervous the closer we get to me having to actually get off and greet Matt. Lina did tell me he wasn't as old as my father , evidently my dad had met him when he was intern fresh out of college and the friendship blossomed from there. So I don't know exactly how old he really is but with and educated guess id say late 20's early thirties.

" Ms. Y/n , we're going to start unpacking the lower cabin into the truck but you can go a head and meet Mr. Sturniolo outside and drive up to the house with him" James our pilot says . " Okay , thank you James . Im so glad you decided to stay on staff you truly are the best pilot we could have ever asked for " I say to him before giving him a hug. " You and your father are my favorite passengers , good luck here I think you're going to like it a lot" he says with a little wink before opening the door for me . I step out into a cool breeze immediately looking out to a foggy field surrounded by willow trees and what looks like a garden maze . I walk down the stairs carefully before looking around for said Matt.

" Y/n" I hear a deep voice say to my right and I practically snap my neck to see ... the hottest man i've ever seen in my life . " M-matt?" I ask shakily . " Yep thats me , how was the flight ?" he asks as he walks closer taking the bag that i'm holding then ushering me to a car. "Good I slept the whole time " I say smiling and he returns it " Im glad to hear that , were going to head up to the house so you can get settled in okay , after they bring all your luggage up and we get it inside we can go get some food if you'd like" he explains and I smile and nod " That would be great, I didn't realize how hungry I was until you mentioned it " I say with a small laugh as my stomach grumbles.

He starts up the car and I have to hold back my gasp from how loud it is , his car is so sexy . We pull away from the landing pad and start down a misty road lined with trees and intricate lamp posts . I look out the window taking in the new place i'll be living for, at this point ,I don't know how long. It's actually quite beautiful if i'm being honest. The amount of deep thick wood and forest , filled with deep fog and animals lurking in the shadows , its quite alluring . I cant wait to paint it , show the true darkness and dancing shadows in the fog , the vibe here is matching my mood lately .

We finally reach a gate and make our way through and up a long loop drive way , he parks and turns off the car . He gets out and comes to my side opening the door for me and offering me his hand to assist getting out , another kind gesture that makes me smile. " come ill show you to your room" he says as he keeps hold of my hand leading me up the stairs and through the large black door into a grande foyer , it feels like a mid evil castle inside and I love every bit of it. " Wow your house is ... just wow " I say as I look around , my mouth hung open as I follow every detail with my eyes. " Thank you but it's your house too now don't forget that , I want you to feel at home and comfortable here so if there is anything you'd want to change I have no problem doing that" he says smiling at me I return it with a small nod. He leads me up the beautiful stair case and into a long hallway going to the right instead of the left. " Your room is just down here " he says leading me down the long checker floored hall . I love the vibe of this house its very dark but it has the perfect gothic victorian look. " here you are " he says as he drops my hand and opens the door for me , I smile as I take in my new bedroom . It's perfect , the dark rich blue walls that almost look black, all black furniture and bedding god I love it. " Oh my god I love it " I say as I turn to him smiling . " Oh thank god I really tried my best to make it exactly how you'd like from what Lina told me but... if i'm going to be honest I was scared you would hate it" he says smiling softly at me jokingly wiping sweat off his forehead. " No really its perfect I love it , thank you for you know ... putting in that much money and effort for me to feel comfortable here it means a lot" I say wanting to give him a hug but i'm to scared to initiate it. He opens his arms for me and I immediately hug him .

It feels ... safe and warm . His broad shoulders and muscles tensing as he holds me tight makes me almost want to cry. I hold onto him like my life depends on it . Feeling a mans touch , a mans hug makes me miss my father even more . My dad gave the best hugs so having that feeling again has tears falling down my face in seconds . Matt shushes softly as he runs a hand softly over my hair and holds my head closer to his chest letting soak his shirt with my salty tears . " I know sweet I know let it all out" he coos making me cry harder as the emotions finally hit me . He slowly backs us to a chair as he sits pulling me with him . Im cooled into a ball on his lap as he rocks me softly as I let all my emotions out . It does feel a bit weird to be rocked and on a mans lap crying at the ripe age of 20 especially a man I barley know but... it feels right and I feel safe .

I must have fallen asleep because I wake up in bed hearing quite shuffling somewhere in my room. I sit up looking around finding Matt putting away clothes into the large walk in closet in my room . I sniffle making him turn around to look at me . " Hey sorry did I wake you ?" he asks and I shake my head " How long have I been asleep ?" I ask and he looks at his watch " About 9 hours" he says smiling at me " Oh shit i'm sorry , we were supposed to get food I didn't mean to fall asleep" I apologize feeling bad I slept through the night . " No its okay , you wore yourself out crying and you obviously needed the sleep " he says as he hang up a couple of my sweatshirts in the closet . " yeah I guess you're right... I haven't been sleeping well lately" I say running a hand through my messy hair and yawning . " Well what do you feel like doing today , we can go get some breakfast, cook here , watch a movie, go into town and walk around ... whatever you want to do " he says and I smile thinking over the options . " I kind of feel like going for a long walk actually and maybe some coffee" I say and he nods "Done and done , I'll let you get changed and stuff and you can meet me downstairs in the kitchen when your ready" he says smiling and making his way to the door " Hey Matt" I say softly and he turns " Yes" he says quietly " Thank you " I smile and he tilts his head smiling " For what?" he asks and I shrug " For letting me come live with you , for being so kind , making this room perfectly for me and letting me cry lat night ... I know this probably throws off your normal day to day life and having a girl in your house is probably a lot to adjust to so really just thank you" I ramble on and he smiles sweetly " Of corse y/n , your father made it clear to me from when you were young that if anything went wrong he wanted me ti be there for you and I made that promise to him 10 years ago and I intend to keep it for the rest of my life , I know this all seems scary and is a lot to take in but all you need to know if i'm happy your here and you are not a burden to me " he says and I smile as I choke up at his kind words . " Okay i'll let you get ready now " he says as he steps out and closes the door . I throw on some flare leggings that are lined with fleece and out on a thicker off shoulder sweater and some fuzzy socks . I find my make up and toiletry bag and head into my large bathroom . I wash my face and do my skin care and putting on bit of makeup , eye liner, blush , a but of bronzer , brow gel and some light brow mascara . I run my hands through my hair quickly then head out of my room to the stairs and take them down . Im not exactly sure which way the kitchen is so I just wander to the left hoping its the right way. The further I get I start to hear nose and get hopeful i'm going the right way . I take a right turn into the kitchen and see Matt at the long island making some coffee . " Hey " I say softly as I approach him . " Hey , I heard you like espresso so I made you like a um... what do you call it oh Carmel macchiato or at least I tried to " he says as he hands me the ice cold coffee and I smile " Thank you " I say before taking a sip , I cant help the moan that slips out of my mouth as I close my eyes . " Good" he asks laughing at my reaction " Best one i've ever had" I say smiling at him " Oh that cant be true you're just being nice" he says shaking his head smiling " No seriously it's really fucking good" I say and he smiles " Good i'm glad you like it" .

After finishing my coffee Matt gives a bit of a hard time about me needing to put on warmer clothes if we're going to go for a walk . Some could even call it a small argument .

" You're going to need some warmer clothes if were going for a walk" he told me and I laughed " Oh come on ill be fine its not that cold" I told him and he shook his head " Yes it is y/n it is 48 degrees outside right now , you need to put on warmer clothes " he told me with a stern look " I don't want to i'll be fine " I told him crossing my arms stubbornly " If you don't put on warmer clothes were aren't going of a walk" he shot back with a glare and I laughed " Are you serious right now" I asked him and he shot me a look " Yes now go upstairs and change" he told me before pointing to the hallway and giving me a hard glare . " Wow one day in and your already ordering me around like your my dad ... I don't know who you think you are telling me what to do i'm not a child " I spit back with attitude which didn't seem to make him very happy " Your living under my roof until that changes ill tell you what to do and you'll listen is that understood " He has said to me in a tone that had me fuming . " Oh your roof now right right you know what . fuck . you. Matt " I had growled back at him before running out of the house and onto a path leading into thick foggy woods.

Now I seem to be lost and im fucking freezing . I am now realizing running away into these woods wasn't the bets idea . In the moment I was angry with him ordering me around so soon but ... now that use been out here for probably 2 hours I wish I had just listened to him and put on warmer clothes. The further I walk I start to see water in the distant fog . I reach the small clearing , i'm met by a small little pond swamp type of thing . I look to my left and see a grave heard in the distance and decide to wait out there till I either decide to magically find my way back home or some one to somehow find me.

I reach the grave yard and a chill runs down my spine , its slowly getting darker and more foggy creating a creepy vibe over the surrounding area. I would normally think this was beautiful but right now , i'm scared and cold and very much regretting my decision to run away. I find a small bench to sit on . I sit and think about how terrible my life is going as of right now. My dad just died last month , I up routed my entire life here, I have no friends , I know no one here and I just got into a fight with the only person who seems to care about me here .

The longer is sit here the more scared I get. I swear I keep hearing sounds around me , crackling branches , whispers in the distance and animals howling . The fog has become thick blurring my line of vision in every direction . Now that I think about it , I might have matts number in my phone . I bring it out of my pocket and look through my contacts searching for his number . I fine it and immediately dial praying to god he picks up , just my luck my phone is a bout to die which makes this situation that much worse. After 5 rings he picks up . " Y/N WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU IVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR 3 HOURS" he yells through the phone sounding angry but also worried " A- a graveyard , I got lost I don't know where I am and i'm scared " I rush out and I hear him sigh through the phone " Its okay I know where you are , stay there okay ill be there as fast as I can " he says as I hear tires screech in the background . " o-okay ... i'm sorry Matt I didn't mean to get lost for so long " I say quietly as tears threaten to spill . " Its okay I know you didn't mean too , i'm sorry for yelling I was just worried " He apologizes his tone calm now. " We will be having a talk when we get home okay , i'm not mad we just need to set some rules" he says and I sigh " Yes sir" I answer not even realizing how weird it was , i'm so used to saying it to my dad when we would argue and it just naturally slipped out . I hear him clear his throat before speaking "Okay i'm pulling up to the gate just look for head lights okay" he says and I look around " Okay I see them i'm walking to you now" I say as I get up and start towards the lights in the distance .

The second I reach the door I open it quietly claiming in not looking at him out of fear. " I was really worried y/n " He says as he starts driving away " I- I know i'm sorry I won't do it again" I say before a tear slips down my cheek . I feel terrible for the way I acted towards him , I mean fuck he took me in and this is how I thank him on the first day of living together .

We drive in silence until we park in the drive way and head into the house . " Come to the living room " he says and I follow behind him quietly . He sits in front of the fire place that currently has a crackling fire immuring heat into the room . I sit next to him on the floor curling my legs to my chest and resting my head on my knees . " so first things first . i'm sorry for ordering you around this morning , I didn't mean to act like I did and i'm sorry , second that can never happen again you could have seriously been hurt out in the forest all alone and third we need to talk about some other things so we can keep this from happening again" he says and I nod along " I accept your apology and i'm sorry too , I over reacted and worried you and that was not what I wanted to do , I guess I just... i'm not used to being reprimanded like that and I blew it out of proportion so again i'm sorry and any rules you set I will obey from now on I promise " I say and look over at him to see him smiling , I smile back and he puts an arm around my shoulder pulling me close to his side .

" Okay here are a couple ground rules , If I tell you to put on warmer clothes to go outside don't fight me on it i'm doing it for your own good , no wandering around in the garden or woods unless I know your going and you share your location in the case you get lost and I need to find you , last communicate your feeling with me so we can avoid situations like today I don't want to fight with you its not beneficial to either of us and honestly it feels wrong reprimanding you as If your a child , you're an adult and I would like to be able to treat you as such okay" he says and I smile " I understand and I will do my best to obey the rules " I say and he smiles " Good now that that is over with , go change and well go get some dinner i'm hungry and I know you must be too" he says and I nod laughing " starving actually" I respond before getting up and jogging upstairs to my room . I throw on a sweatshirt and sweatpants and some tines shoes then head back down to meet him in the foyer.

We went and had some good food and talked a lot about my dad and Matt seemed to be very interested in my interests . " I know you love painting so I took it upon myself to covert one of the rooms into a art room for you , i'll show you when we get home " he says smiling kindly at me . " That very kind of you" I say smiling at him feeling an over whelming feeling of comfort but also sadness. We head home after a while and i'm practically running into the house because for one its freezing and I have to pee really bad. " Someone is in a rush " he says laughing before unlocking the door " I have to pee" I yell as I sprinting up the stairs to my room .

I head back down stairs after using the bathroom and getting ready for bed , wearing my comfiest pajamas that are slightly skimpy but I never really cared about keeping it modest if i'm just going to be sleeping.

I hear music from the living room and follow it only to walk in seeing the music is coming from Matt playing a grand piano that is set up in front of the large windows looking out into the dark misty forest behind the house. " Claire de lune?" I ask smiling and slowly walking over to the piano . " Yeah its one of my favorite classical songs" he says looking up at me but still playing the piece beautifully. He cocks his head motioning for me to come and sit next to him. I do and watch as his fingers dance over the keys expertly . He finishes the song and taps my thigh softly " Any song you want to hear ?" he asks and I think for a second " Sonata 14?" I say more as a question than answer . He smiles widely before nodding . The second he starts to play I close my eyes and smile listening as he plays it beautifully . I took ballet classes from the age of 4 and stopped when I was 18 . I loved it so much but in injured my foot and it ended my dancing years. " keep playing ill be back" I whisper before running to my room and finding my point shoes in one of the snacked boxes.

I run back down with them in hand smiling . Good thing this house is mostly tile and wood , meaning it gives me a good surface to dance on. This living room is so large that I have a lot of room to dance . " Blair Claire de lune again pretty please " I say as I finish tying up my shoes . He smiles and nods as he finished the last song and slowly moves into Claire de lune again .

I move fluidly as I barre quickly backwards in a line and slowly move into turns . I smile as I move with the music feeling like myself again for the first time in weeks. As I finish a turn he stops playing ad I open my eyes still smiling looking over to see him staring at me with a look I cant quite place .

I walk over to him breathing slightly hard from all of the turns I just did . " That was beautiful " he says smiling at me . " Your amazing at playing piano" I compliment back and he shakes him head " Eh i'm okay I guess" he says making me laugh and lightly smack his shoulder " Your amazing " I say and I swear I see a light blush cover his cheeks.

I take my shoes off and he gets up " Come on ill show you your art room " he says and I follow behind him down a long hall to the right . We walk right into a gorgeous sun room that is now covered in different easels and multiple different sized canvases , shelves littered with every type of paint I could ever need all organized by color .

" Aww Matt ... this is amazing t-thank you " I say as I look around feeling overwhelmed . I feel tears sting my eyes , i'm honestly embarrass by how much i've cried infant of him already. " Come here " he says opening his arms for a hug . I immediately hug him tight crying thanking him over and over again . " I want you to know I really do care for you y/n , truly I want to give you the world just like your father did , and if art is what makes you happy then I will spend every ounce I have until this room is filled with supplies to last you forever " He whispers to me while soothingly running his hand over my hair . " Thank you Matt really , I - I don't know how to thank you but I - I feel cared for and after the month I have had you've made me happy so thank you really from the bottom of my heart " I say looking up at him smiling . He uses his thumbs to wipe my tears and places a soft kiss on my head . " Oh I also installed blue tooth speakers in the ceiling so you can play your music as loud as you want while you paint " he says smiling down at me . " Won't that disturb you though?" I ask and he smiles " No for the most part i'll be in the city for work but I will be spending a couple months working from home just until you settle in fully and are comfortable enough to be here alone " he says a nod " sounds good to me " I shrug smiling at him .

" Okay I have one last surprise in the garage for you" he says and I look at him confused " Oh come on you'll love it " He says grabbing my hand and ushering me towards the garage . We walk through the house and as soon as we reach the door he covers my eyes with his hands " Okay open the door and then carefully walk down the steps , there are 5 steps okay?" he says and I nod smiling feeling excited but scared i'm going to bust my shit . I carefully walk down the steps and sigh when I reach level ground " Okay take 6 step forward and then stop " he instructs and I do . he pulls his hands away and I open my eyes , jaw dropping when I see the most beautiful convertible . It's my literal dream car . " MATT WHAT this - this cant be for me ..." I say as I stare at him in shock " Oh it is . It's all yours" he says smiling as he hands me the keys . I squeal as I jump onto him hugging him giggling in excitement . " It wasn't all me ... your dad he um , he had told me a while ago that this was your dream car but he could never find one so I had been searching for it for a while . I found it and bought it for an amazing price but I had to have it reconstructed and fixed up but I know the red seating was the biggest part you loved so I had someone makes custom red leather seats for you " he says and I smile " Thank you thank you thank you " I repeat crying happy tears . I may have grown up with money but I was not raised like a spoiled brat . My dad spent his money wisely and never let me become the type of stuck up rich kid like so many others I grew up around . So having Matt go through all the trouble to make my room exactly how id like, remodel and entire room into a art studio for me and spend thousands of dollars on my dream car for me makes me feel so loved .

" You happy with it ?" he asks and I laugh " Are you kidding words cant even describe how this all has made me feel , I love it so much Matt thank you " I say bringing him back in for a long hug . " How about a little test drive huh?" I ask him wiggling my eyebrows making him laugh . " Okay go grab your shoes and a coat and we'll take it for a spin" he says and I immediately run giggling in excitement all the way to my closet throwing on a coat and shoes and running back down . " Woah fucking shit slow down slow down before you hurt yourself " he says as I run into the garage so fast I barrel into him kicking us both off of our feet . He groans from the fall to the floor as I burst out laughing apologizing through tears from laughing so hard " S-sorry oh my god I d-didnt mean to take you down like t-that" I say still laughing . " Alright crazy lets get this bad boy started up" he says as he helps me up from the floor and opens the car door for me . I climb in and wait for him to get situated in his seat before I turn on the car and smile eyes widening when I hear the loud engine start.

We get out of the driveway and onto the road and i'm immediately smiling as we Cruze through the windy roads . Its dark and a little foggy but I just cant believe i'm driving my dream car .

Matt had some upgrades done to the radio so I have a touch screen , navigation, back up camera and bluetooth. I connect my phone when we hit a stop sign and start playing Rx queen by deftones . He looks at me shocked " what?" I ask smiling and he smiles " Just shocked you listen to this band is all" he says laughing . " I loveeee deaftones" I say and he smiles " same " he says before turning it up . After driving around for probably 30 minuets were pulling back into the garage .

" Im exhausted" I say with a yawn and he nods agreeing " Me too , need anything before we head off to bed ?" he asks and I think " Mm some water and then I'm out" I say and he nods heading to the kitchen to fill up a cup for me . He hands me the ice cold water and gives me a quick hug before heading to bed. " I'll be up early , I have a couple important zoom meetings tomorrow so i'll be in my office most of the day but if you need me come and knock alright" he says and I nod " okay good night" I say waving good bye as I make my way to my room .

The second I hit the bed and rip off my clothes , shoes and socks and am left in just my under wear I turn on the fan and put on a movie I don't care about , I turn off the lights and fall asleep .

Ive only been here three days now but i'm already starting to like living here . Its a beautiful state and Matt has been amazing . Im excited to see more of what Oregon has to offer and growing closer to Matt hopefully building a better relationship and feeling comfortable to fully be myself around him .

[demonbanisher]

So as an Indigenous person in Canada you have certain rights you're entitled to and no one anywhere knows what the fuck they are, so me being three weeks into fighting my ex-employer over taxes and losing my mind decided to deal with my emotions by projecting them onto fictional characters lol - this might be solely self-serving but I'm fine with that

Remus sighed and let his head thunk against his laptop. Sirius smiled around his coffee cup. "You finally die of boredom?"

"No. I'm being slowly killed by stupidity," Remus mumbled against the keyboard. He really need to clean it. The dust was much more visible from this close up.

"Whose stupidity?" Sirius asked and Remus missed the note of warning in his husbands voice. It was Sirius's 'I'll fuck over everyone who tries to harm those I love' tone.

"It's the HR rep from my last job again. I need her to change my tax forms. My times working doing travelling and doing care for the packs was supposed to be tax-free. First she wanted my werewolf registration card, which is stupid. No one needs my birth certificate to prove I have a pulse. It would be fraud for me to have lied about my status. But whatever, I'd send it if that's what it took to get this over with.

"So I offered to scan and send a copy of my registration card if it meant they'd redo them for me and she followed up providing me a T90 form where I can figure out my tax exempt income myself. Except, I can't because form T90 requested you input the value found in box 71 of your T4 so I looked that up and of course box 71 is the dollar amount of your income that is tax-exempt for 'werewolves working in a designation pack zone as required by their employer' but I don't have that number because that's the bloody fucking box I've been trying to get them to fill out this whole time.

"And like I did all of this months before I quit. I mean I should have expected it cause I quit because of racism and discrimination but I gave them a TD-W1 already. I did everything I'm supposed to do but they don't expect to ever hire a werewolf so why would they bother to teach their HR reps the forms to complete upon hiring one?"

Remus sighed. "I'm sorry Pads. I know you deal with me ranting and raving about prejudice enough as it is. It's just getting to me. I don't know how much more I can talk."

Remus was met with a long steely silence followed by a crack of apparition and he sat up to find that his husband had disappeared. Less than five minutes later there was another crack and Sirius somehow reappeared with the CEO of his former place of employment who was looking rather sheepish.

"Mr. Lupin," he said, extending his hand, "I've been made aware there have been some issues with your tax forms?"

"Issues of discrimination," Sirius said his voice dripping with contempt.

"As I've said to your husband, Harold's has a strict zero tolerance policy when it comes to discrimination in the workplace."

"And as I've told you Mr. Jameson, if that policy was properly enforced Remus wouldn't have experience mistreatment to the level that he had no choice to quit for his own wellbeing."

Mr. Jameson swallowed heavily, but ultimately decided to ignore Sirius. "Well, I wanted to let you know we were able to revise your T4 properly and I wanted to apologize and deliver it in person."

"Thank you," Remus said, voice trembling as he took the envelope from his hand.

"Of course. If there's anything else...?"

Remus couldn't help but feel smug as the CEO of this multi-billion dollar company turned to look at his husband for confirmation that he was allowed to leave, which Sirius provided in the form of a terse nod.

"You didn't have to do that," Remus said, hands shaking as he opened the form to see that finally, finally box 71 was filled out.

"It's not right. You shouldn't have to jump through eighty different hoops to get them to do something that's enshrined in law."

Remus looked down at his feet embarrassed. He knew Sirius was well aware that Remus often paid full price for pain potions and other required medication because most apothecaries 'didn't take that rewards program' when he asked them for the discount entitled to him as a registered werewolf. He just got so exhaustion of having to argue and fight with everyone all the time and then being seen as a nuisance for having to get the manager brought out. It always felt like everyone in the store was staring at him and that he was being difficult for asking them to meet his basic rights.

Sirius slowly stepped into Remus's space. "I did it again, didn't I?" Sirius knew he often had a habit of setting of the world on fire for those he loved and asking questions later, including whether or not the people he loved wanted him to light the world on fire for him.

"I - I don't know. I mean they should know they can't treat people like that but I can't help feeling like I'm being difficult. "

"Darling," Sirius said, gently placing his hands on Remus's arms, "you aren't being difficult for asking them to recognize the rights afforded to you as a werwolf. It took years of hard work and advocacy to see those enshrined in law. They can't just be ignored."

Remus felt his eyes start to water. "Sometimes I think you'd make a better werewolf than I would."

"Hey," Sirius said, tipping his head up to look in his eyes. "Don't say that. You do so much for your community."

"Then why did I quit? Yeah, they treated me terribly and I had to deal with discrimination daily, but it meant something to the packs I worked with to actually have someone who understood them representing them. How can what I done not be seen as turning my back on them?"

"Sweetheart, the best thing you can do for your community is to stay alive. You can't help anyone if you can't get out of bed anymore or if you're being traumatized on a daily basis."

Remus let himself fall into Sirius's arms. "I just want to exist," he said as the tears finally fell. "Is that too much to ask?"

And Sirius didn't know what to say to that because he knew that more often than not the way the world treated Remus showed him that yes, it was too much to ask, but Sirius knew he'd do whatever he could to show Remus that wasn't true.

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The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 16

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter's Note: When I wrote this chapter, I was thinking about throwing in some Stephen/Reader for jealousy, but later discard the idea. Stephen is way better as a friend. Especially to Loki. Even if he doesn't know it yet. Beta by @zaria-04

Chapter 16: Dinner and wine with the sorcerer

It's early in the evening when you leave your room in the tower and head for the lobby on the first floor. You and Stephen have finally found a mutually available spot in your schedules for your agreed-upon dinner. Admittedly, he was the more difficult factor in this. You're quite flexible in your free time.

In the elevator, you run into Tony. He looks tired, his Metallica shirt is wrinkled and full of oil stains. He greets you wordlessly with a brief nod, which alone is very unusual for him.

"Are you okay?" you ask him. "You look like you haven't gotten much sleep the last few days."

He gives you a suspicious look. "Depends on who's asking. Did Pepper set you up on me?"

"No, I was just being polite," you wave it off. "I can shut up, though, if you don't feel like talking."

Tony sighs and pinches his nose. "I may have lost track of time in the workshop yesterday. Pepper's at a conference in Europe for a few days and asked me to take care of some stuff at the office. Why are nights so short when you're productive?" He tinkered all night and now takes care of a multi-billion dollar company on the side. You guess geniuses just have a different kind of lifestyle.

"If I wanted to let you know I won't be around for a few days, will you make a mental note of that, or should I come back to you for it later when you're not dead on your feet?"

The elevator opens and Tony gets off. It's not the floor you want to go to, but you follow him anyway to continue your conversation. "It's alright, I have Jarvis to remind me. What are you up to?" Tony asks you.

"Witch stuff," you wink.

"My cue to not ask further, I suppose."

He's probably right about that. "When I'm back I'd like to talk to you about my contract," you bring up another topic you wanted to discuss with him. "I mean, Loki is officially going on missions now and there have been no more incidents. Maybe we should talk about new goals. I'm not sure I have anything else to contribute."

Tony stops and looks at you. "I strongly hope that doesn't mean you want to leave us." You shake your head. You don't. "Speaking of which, what did you do to tame him?"

"I have my ways," you reply evasively. Actually, you have no idea what you did. You just didn't treat him like a criminal but a normal person. It probably helped that you like each other, but that hadn't been intentional. Maybe just a byproduct of you two spending so much time together.

"Well, whatever it is: don't stop it," Tony instructs you.

Sure, that you can do. You decide to take advantage of Tony's good mood a little further. "Loki should have more access to the outside world. I don't think he needs to be locked up in the tower anymore."

"Consider it approved. We'll talk about the details when you're back."

You nod and say goodbye. Tony continues toward his, more like Pepper's, office while you walk back to the elevators.

That was one thing done. Now you just have to tell Loki that you won't be here for the rest of the week. Originally, you had considered taking him with you, but Loki told you he was going to meet his mother. Thor will take him to her. You take it as a good sign that he has contact with his family and Asgard. Things have really all turned out very well.

Being in a great mood you make your way to Stephen. You take the subway to the Sanctum Sanctorum. Bleeker Street is not far from the tower – almost just straight south some blocks – but you don't feel like walking. And Stephen doesn't like opening portals for everyone all the time. "I'm not a cab company," is his usual statement. And you can understand. It's different when he sends people home through it. "Then they're no longer interrupting my work."

Stephen can be really charming – if he wants to be.

You've only known him after he became the Sorcerer Supreme. From what you've heard from others – Stephen himself doesn't talk much about it – when he was a surgeon, dinner with him used to be a spectacle: expensive clothes, exclusive restaurant. It was all about maintaining a certain image.

Today, dinner and wine means sitting together in one of the more comfortable rooms of the Sanctum. The fireplace is lit up and you have various take out boxes spread out on the small table between the couches. At least the wine is of high quality – Stephen insists on that – and is served in proper glasses.

You’ve moved on the floor between the table and the couch, legs casually stretched out toward the fire, barefoot. Stephen hovers cross-legged a feet in the air, his posture relaxed as well.

"... so we have to assume that what we understand by magic these days is something different from what is described in the ancient books. It explains why there are spells that no one can implement today, even though there is a detailed record of them," Stephen finishes his explanation.

You roll your eyes and poke the box of Phad Thai with your plastic fork. "Okay, I get your point. Still don't think it's right to separate the different sources of magic so strongly just because we don't understand their connection or variations."

"From a science point of view it is." Stephen has that lecturing tone in his voice that you don’t like. The one that shows he is used to being right.

"Don't get me started with your science talk! You guys always think you're the peak of humanity with your knowledge. When I was your age, science said that magic flows in the veins and that you can transfer the ability if you drink witches blood. There were whole essays and tutorials about it."

The Cloak of Levitation, shifting every so often between Stephen's shoulders and the unoccupied seat on the sofa, pours you more wine and you thank it with a nod.

"When you were my age, we had only sixteen states and you weren't even allowed to vote. So, don't play your senior citizen card on me, woman."

"Shut up, young man, and show your seniors some respect!" You laugh and take a sip of the wine. This kind of banter is not unusual for the two of you. The teasing is not serious, you have too much respect for each other. At least, you suspect Stephen is capable of something like respect. Sometimes you're not so sure about it.

You put down your Phad Thai box and stretch. "Next question: what do you think about the theory that electricity is some kind of magic?"

It's a highly debated theory that often divides minds.

"Oh, that's actually quite interesting. I've read a few papers on it. There are good arguments for it." As he speaks, Stephen points his fork in the air, as if to punctuate his words. "The main argument against it is that the majority of people would have to be considered magic users."

"That's true," you nod, "although there is a difference in the terms magic user and magic adept. And besides, people need devices, foreign components, to use electricity. They never get it from their own body. On the contrary, it is better if the body does not come in contact with it ever."

"But there are enough kinds of magic that need similar kinds of components," Stephen interjects, "For example, magic is stored in artifacts, like electricity in a battery."

"True." You think about this for a moment as another thought occurs to you. "Follow-up question: is a radioactive piece of uranium a cursed item?"

Stephen nods affirmatively. "Absolutely! But not in the magical sense."

You couldn't agree more. Both are similarly lethal.

"Imagine if we told Tony he was some kind of Tech Mage," you jump back to the electricity magic discussion, laughing at the thought. "Not sure if he would love it or hate it."

Stephen's expression clearly says he would not be pleased if Tony Stark suddenly had magical abilities as well. Even if only by a technicality. He clashed with the trillionaire often enough while they have separate domains.

You wonder what Loki would think about the topic. You’re sure he has an interesting take on these things, too.

It's very late when you arrive back at your room in the tower. Stephen has kindly opened a portal for you after all. You two had emptied another bottle of wine and you are glad that you have made your way home without stumbling.

On your nightstand you have already prepared a glass with a potion against hangover. It's a well-tried recipe that you got from your sister and that works wonders. Unfortunately, it tastes a bit spongy. Nevertheless, you empty it in one go and then go to bed so that it can take effect while you sleep.

The next morning starts earlier than you'd like. Just because you don't have a hangover doesn't mean missing hours of sleep will make up for it. You roll out of bed and move wearily to the bathroom. You're glad you took the day off, because there's nothing else for you to do today but make a few preparations, maybe process a few more orders. You want to get everything done before you head out.

You're meeting your family for a rare event: every one hundred years, a lunar convergence takes place where the moons of three planets line up. It's a special event, with a high magical power. Basically, it is like the introduction to a new century. Many witches and other magically gifted people gather for it. It is a spectacular event every time, and you are happy to be able to attend it with your siblings.

It occurs to you that you haven’t told Loki yet that you won't be around for a few days. Even if he has his own plans with his mother, you don't want him to wait in vain for you on the other days.

So you pack up everything you need from your room, put the bag by the portal door of the walk-in closet, and then make your way to the suite.

Loki is sitting on the couch, reading. When he hears your footsteps, he looks up, his lips pressed tightly together. He puts his book aside and stands up to meet you.

"Hey Loki, how are you do-…"

Gruffly, he interrupts you with a wave of his hand. You frown as you notice his stony expression.

"Hypocrite!" he accuses you.

Astonished, you look at him, having no idea what has triggered this rage in him. "What?"

He takes a step closer to you and then another. It's a threatening gesture and the way your body reacts is mind boggling. Your muscles clench and your heart beat becomes rapid. It's like your body is aware of a danger lurking but your mind is still unaware - though to be fair this is one of the cons of being with Loki: often enough it's hard to tell what is on his mind.

"You said you don't want me to toy with you, yet you play your little, wicked games with me."

"I can’t follow you, Loki. I don't play games," you try to reason. Your thoughts are racing, trying to understand what he means.

"Oh, so you didn't seduce me to tame me?" he hisses. "Was it all just a trick so I wouldn't cause you problems? After all, it's your job to keep me under control."

Open-mouthed, you stare at him, too surprised by the accusation. His words remind you of your conversation with Tony yesterday. Had Loki overheard? You were in an open hallway of the tower, anyone could have heard you. But the words are taken out of context. That's not what happened. Not what you meant.

Loki takes your affected silence as an admission of guilt. "Was it fun?" he asks you, his voice poisoned to mask the pain. "I admit, you fooled me. Not many are able to do that."

Loki’s right – it's your job to make sure he stays in line. But that's not what your conversation with Tony was meant to be. None of this had been planned. Your feelings hadn't been planned. Could you build any kind of relationship on something like that?

Your head is spinning but the answer is simple: No. The imbalance between you two is too great. It had to lead to trouble. This is your mistake, and you need to fix it.

"You are right," you murmur, speaking more to yourself than to Loki. "This is wrong." You turn to do what you should have done long ago. Without another word you leave and as you do so, you're so wrapped up in your own head that you don't even register that Loki remains rooted to the spot.

He looks after you, agonized.

You run straight into Tony's office, paying no attention to the secretary who jumps up to stop you but isn't fast enough. Luckily, it's really Tony sitting in that office, not Pepper. And luckily, he's not in an important meeting.

His head shoots up as you yank open the door and rush in, upset.

"I quit!"

Placing both palms on the desk, he rises from his seat. "What did Loki do? Do I need to kill him? Because I tell you, I just started to like him a little. But I won't hesitate if necessary."

His words remind you this is solely on you. Loki didn't do anything wrong, even though your performance right now probably gives a different impression.

You take a deep breath.

"No I…" You try to think of the right words and start walking small circles in front of the table. You can't sit still, the movement helping you think. "I want to keep doing the job, but I don't want to get paid for it anymore. What you've given me in money so far is more than I need anyway. It's never been about that for me. This may sound strange, but somehow Loki has become a friend and it's wrong to be with him and get paid for it."

Tony looks at you and the furrow on his forehead disappears. "That's what this is about? Jesus, this could have been a simple phone call. You shouldn't scare a man my age like that. I could have a heart attack." He exhales relieved. "Sit down, I'll fix you a drink."

Just slowly, you settle into the seat in front of the table. Your hands are still too nervous and you knead your fingers together. The conversation with Loki has gotten to you and your thoughts are still hanging on his words.

You don't register Tony again until he sets a glass of amber liquid down in front of you. He remains leaning against the table, a drink of his own in his hand. "If that's your choice, I have no objection. You're welcome to work for free. But you should at least think about it. I also have friends who only like me for my money."

"They are no friends, Tony."

"Ouch." He puts his hand over his heart, as if you've hit him personally. But his expression is not truly offended. Instead, he seems thoughtful, as if trying to properly assess the situation. "So… friends? Is that how you kids call it nowadays? Because let me tell you, when I was young and someone said they were just friends, then they were most certainly not just friends.”

Sighing, you finally reach for your glass and sip it, because Tony’s words hit it right on the mark. "It's complicated," you mutter.

"Of course it is. He's Loki and you're a witch."

"Well observed, Sherlock," you snort in amusement. Then something occurs to you that you hadn't considered before. "If it's not too much to ask, I'd like to keep my room here in the tower."

"If you'll keep doing the same work for free, I'll even put a new doormat on it."

"Thanks, Tony."

"Anytime, Sabrina."

Your eyes meet and Tony smiles at you. A gesture you return. He's a good man, surprisingly helpful. You're glad to have met him.

"You know, I've never watched that show," you admit as he uses that nickname again.

Tony pushes himself off the table and walks around it to his chair. "You're fired," he simply says.

"You can't fire me. I don't work here anymore."

He grins widely. "Shit, she found a loophole."

You're feeling a little better. A weight has been lifted off your shoulders, you finally don't have to feel guilty about Loki anymore. After your meeting with your family, you will talk to him and explain it. Then he will see that you care about him and not about the job.

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Ah yes, miscommunication at its finest!

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[stupidsagestars]

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫! 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 who could feel his eyes about to fall out of his sockets. Besides juggling his multi-billion bank business he had recently started talking to [𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫! 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞] about a new mansion. You told him you'd take care of it,being the amazing wife you were,but he refused, you didn't need to lift a finger. "just go to chanel or something." He says as you beg him to come back to the company.

"I have! 3 times." You whined and he raised his eyebrows, "do you need me to add more money to your account??"

"No. I need you to let me work in the business we built together, I don't wanna be a housewife all the time." You mumbled, and he laughed. "You were the one that begged me for a kid."

But anyway, 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫! 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 was tired, he now had even more things to deal with. He wasn't even listening to his co-worker's proposal,he wanted to be home,back in your lavish apartment with your adorable 2 year old. As he made his way back to his office, he wondered what you were doing now. You probably had already dropped your son off at his friend's house for the morning. You might be at the spa, or indulging yourself in some dior perfume,having breakfast with your friend Mikasa, maybe even at Victoria's Secret having a look at some lingerie. He scoffed at himself, it was 9 in the morning, you two hadn't had sex in a week, that had to be the explanation for his tiredness. He took his phone out of his pocket to have a chat with you but he was shocked to find you sitting on his chair. You were wearing a stunning black dress and smiling at his surprised face. He closed the door and dropped his briefcase behind him.

"You left your lunch." You hum.

He doesn't respond instead hes letting his eyes relish every inch of you.

"You're in my seat." He says standing behind you, hands gripped to the leather chair.

"Correction dear, my seat, since when did you take my office?" You smile turning your head to look at him.

He bends down (let's pretend that's true) to face you, flawlessly spinning the chair to face him.

"You wanna boss me around y/n?" He whispers placing soft kisses on your neck. "Take control of me?" He continues, tracing his tongue around your collarbone, hands palming your legs.

You respond in soft moans.

In an instant he pulls you off the chair and onto him.

"Windows are tinted but you know that because this is your office right?" He teases.

"Can't believe we're doing this on the floor." You sigh, letting your dress slip off you revealing a stunning black lingerie.This wasn't a shock to you, when it came to sex, 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢! was always eccentric.

"You're saying it like we haven't before." He retorts, letting you unbutton him.

"True." You say,starting to grind on him slowly.

"I think you like it when I boss you around." You say to him,pushing deeper into him. He could feel his trousers about to rip.

He groans in response, he moves your hand towards his belt,urging you to unbuckle it. You laugh at his action, but still you do it for him.

Being married for 5 years meant that 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫!𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 and you were both experts when it came to fast undressing. You pulled his trousers off him and let your hand dip inside his boxers.

"hard?" You taunt, rubbing the tip of his cock with your finger.

"Don't tease." He grunts and you smile, "Fine."

You pull his calvin klein boxers off, letting his cock spring out. Levi hasn't felt this horny in ages, his cock was a flushed red and it felt so heavy, he was just waiting to release his thick load into you.

"I'll tell you what boss. Since your chair seems to be unavailability as of now, I can gladly provide my services." He says looking at you with pure bliss.

"How kind of you."

With both of you finally undressed (besides your bra but that don't matter) you positioned yourself onto him. You slowly started to bounce, he kept a firm grips on your hips.

"Faster ." He groans bucking his hips up. You let him take control, the feeling of him being inside you ovveriding all of your thoughts.

"G-gonna cum." You moaned, pushing yourself deeper into him.

"Really tryna milk me dry huh?" He says in breaths.

"And if I am?" You gasp, slowly letting out a sensual moan from reaching your orgasm.

"I really just want to fill you up." He mutters, looking at you. What's the harm in another kid?

"Hmm. What do we do?" You ask sarcastically.

He thinks for a second before easily lifting you off of his cock and onto his stomach allowing himself to cum.

"I like it when you're my boss."

---★--- this wasn't proofread so feel free to point out mistakes also, the property developer! connie reference is my upcoming post so follow to keep updated!!

[the-mad-starker]

Starker Smut: The Daily Life of a Stark Heir [3/6]

Merry Christmas and happy holidays! 🎉🎁🎄

Hope you're all having a great day and are safe and warm 💗 I told myself I wouldn't post until I have the next chapter done but I really wanted to release this early 🎁

Summary: Peter Stark, the Heir to Stark Industries, gets called in for an emergency board meeting.

Notes: Omegaverse, starkercest, alpha Tony Stark, Omega Peter Parker, intersex omegas, vaginal sex, anal sex, creampie, knotting, free use, somnophilia, kitchen sex

New Notes: blowjobs, oral knotting, cockwarming, exhibitionism

WC: 2014 (AO3 Link)

Tumblr: Ch1 | Ch2

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He gives his dad a peck on the cheek before running off to class. The omega carries with him the heavy scent of his father and that's how he likes it. The scent warns away other unwanted alphas and boasts of his dad as a powerful alpha, virile and powerful, to other omegas.

Everyone knows who his father is though but the deeply embedded scent is just another way to rub it in.

Then for the next few hours, the only thing on his mind are the lectures, assignments, and the random silly memes Ned sends him interspersed throughout. He's entirely focused and only has to excuse himself once when he feels the trickle of his father's come start to wet his underwear.

Even then, it only takes him a minute to clean up in the bathroom and he's back in his seat shortly after.

He expects to spend a quiet hour in the library and get started on an assignment when a text comes in.

Boss Lady (12:33 PM)

Hey Pete, the board called an "emergency" meeting and you know how Tony gets in those. Think you can swing by if I send Happy to get you?

Peter winces at how dumb those board members can get but he's not surprised.

His dad has a gala tonight and whenever his dad has one of those, there's always the alphas on the board that want to give him a hard time. Throw a gala, have an "emergency" that requires his dad's attention. It's like clockwork and it's entirely unnecessary.

Bottom line, they just want to waste his dad's time because of his decision in making his omega son his heir.

Not all omegas are lucky to have their alpha parent fighting for them to take over as CEO of a multi billion company. So this is one of those things that falls under his responsibilities. Peter needs to fulfill his duties as Tony Stark's one and only heir and he'll do it with a smile.

So of course, Peter shoots Pepper a confirmation that he'll be there. Not even five minutes later, Happy's picking him up and it feels even shorter than that when he walks into the conference room just as the board members settle into their seats.

Despite not expecting him, his father gives him a toothy grin and pats his lap. The board members fall silent, displeased.

Peter ignores them and saunters over, his scent unfurling in the room full of red faced alphas. He settles in his alpha's warm lap with a cheeky smile. Already, he can feel his dad's cock perking up, pushing against his pants and seeking the warmth of Peter's body.

He kisses his dad and when Tony swipes his tongue between his lips, he lets out an audible moan. It's just loud enough to be heard by the rest of the room.

"Pete, how was class?" Tony says when he pulls away. He's delaying the meeting and it's his power to do so.

The other alphas are impatient but with Peter there, they know that his father won't even bother pretending to care about what they have to say. They're just grumpy that their plans are now ruined. Instead of low-key berating his father for an hour, they'll have to sit there and pretend not to notice Peter taking care of his dad.

"I have another one at 3," he tells his dad as though he hadn't already known.

Tony nods, "We'll keep this short then."

Peter smiles in gratitude. Inwardly, he mentally sticks his tongue out at the SI board.

"Let's get started then," Tony says. He gives Peter's ass a brief squeeze before he looks pointedly at the cushion on the floor.

Peter knows his duty.

The omega obediently slips to his knees and settles on the comfortable cushion. He pays no mind as the alphas start to talk since he trusts his dad to take care of any issues they bring up.

Peter's only responsibility is his father's hardening alpha cock.

By the time he takes his dad's cock out of his pants, it's already half hard and getting even harder with his touch. He gives it a few firm strokes just like his father likes and he makes sure to focus on the sensitive underside of the glans. Under his care, his dad's cock swells to its full impressive size and the slit starts weeping thick drops of precome.

It's only then that Peter leans forward and opens his mouth. While the board members are trying to dissuade his father, trying to make him name another alpha as his heir, Tony's son starts sucking his cock. They don't even pretend to lead into it. He can hear the reasons being presented even while he's focused on swirling his tongue around his dad's cockhead.

For that reason, Peter makes sure to make this blowjob extra messy. It's no hardship for him to suck loudly or to make sure his drool drips all along the length so that the wet sucking sounds mix in with the alphas' voices. It even turns him on a bit, makes his cocklet push against his own pants, to hear the filthy sounds his mouth makes as he sucks and licks to his heart's content.

"Mm…" Peter moans when his dad slips his fingers into his curls. A high pitched yelp cuts through all the noise when his dad's grip tightens and he shoves Peter's face down towards his groin.

Peter has been trained to take his daddy's cock but even he gags at the sudden intrusion into his mouth. He regains control of his muscles, forcing them to relax so that his dad's alpha cock slips to the back. His daddy is a true alpha, all intimidating length and girth, big enough to make any omega cry.

It's only Peter's familiarity with his daddy's cock that makes deepthroating bearable. He's been trained well, after all, and he's learned how to take all of it. He's had to if he wants to take his daddy's knot in his mouth and Peter's always been the ambitious sort. Probably a trait from his father.

"Guh… ugh…!" Peter gurgles around his dad's cock, tears beading at the corners of his eyes.

His lips drag up and down the hard length guided by his dad's grip. More spit wets his daddy's cock even though Peter tries so hard to keep the seal of his mouth tight around the now slippery flesh.

For the first time since the start, his daddy looks down at him gagging on his cock and Tony gives him an approving nod. His eyes are dark with hunger and Peter knows that the only reason why he hasn't been hauled up and bent over the table is because of their audience.

It's not that it'd be a faux pas for Tony to fuck his son in front of the SI board members. His father just doesn't want to give them that treat. Those dirty perverted alphas would no doubt drool over Peter's young body being fucked open, no matter how much they disapprove of him being Heir.

They don't deserve to see him, his father has often declared. It's Peter's duty to take his father whenever and wherever so he doesn't care if Tony we're to fuck him right here and now.

It's not his choice, though, so he lets it pass.

When Tony pulls him off his erection, Peter makes sure to keep his hands tugging on his father's spit wet cock to keep him hard. His father's musk fills his nose and he pants, tongue lolling out.

His daddy can't help the temptation and shoves his thumb in Peter's mouth.

Peter sucks on it like he would his cock, swirling his tongue around the finger and closing his pink lips around the joint.

"Good boy," Tony praises him, the pad of his thumb rubbing over the enticing surface of his tongue.

"Mr. Stark…" one of the board members try to catch his attention.

"A moment," his dad snaps at him but his eyes never leave Peter's face. His thumb slips out with a small pop and he thumbs at Peter's swollen lips. The omega kisses it, giving his daddy an innocent smile.

Silence falls upon the room, the only exception being father and son.

"My knot, Pete," Tony urges him.

He leads the omega to the base of his cock where his knot is a soft but noticeable bulge. Despite not being fully formed, it's still such a sensitive place for alphas. Because of that, his daddy shudders when Peter starts to lick around the loose skin there.

"Fuck, kid… that's it, just like how I taught you." His daddy doesn't bother to lower his voice, making it clear just what's happening.

Peter moans loud and clear at the praise. He attaches his lips to the bulge there, sucking little kisses to the soft knot.

"Fuck…" His daddy hisses, hips thrusting up. His balls push against Peter's chin and the omega adjusts himself so he can keep teasing the knot.

It drives his dad insane so when Tony pulls him up and shoves his cock back in his mouth, Peter expects it. He takes it easily and tries his best to relax his throat. Even then, it's difficult to take the entire throbbing length.

His dad's alpha cock fucks in and out of his mouth and Peter forces himself to go limp, to just let his dad take over and take his pleasure. The fullness is overwhelming but once again, Peter's training kicks in. He moans and gurgles around the thrusting length, spit and drool dripping down his chin and making a mess between his daddy's legs.

That all goes ignored. There's a feral tint to his daddy's dark eyes, pupils enlarged so there's barely any brown, as he watches Peter take his cock.

When the knot starts to bump against his lips, Peter lets go completely, becoming nothing more than a hole for his father to use. Those last few inches that Tony has to force him to take is the epitome of Peter's training. His lips stretch around the knot and the huge girth of it shoves his tongue flat in his mouth.

When his father comes, he doesn't even taste the bitter seed that floods out of his daddy's cock. It goes straight down his throat and Peter swallows load after load, tears slipping down his cheeks and eyelashes fluttering with every swallow.

"Oh, fuck, baby… That's it, sweetheart, there you go…" his daddy praises him, "Taking daddy's knot so well… Look at you, baby, your pretty lips stretched around me like a good boy…"

His dad can feel every swallow and his hips twitch minutely as though he can't help but push into the sweet warmth of his son's mouth.

"Such a good boy…" his daddy pets his hair, brushes away his tears. "You gonna keep daddy's knot nice and warm while he works?"

By now, his belly feels like it's filling up nicely. Vaguely, Peter remembers only having a bag of chips before Happy picked him up. Maybe it's good that this meeting had happened, he got a belly full of protein after all.

Peter looks up at his daddy, mouth full and eyes hazy. He's willing to do anything his daddy wants while he's floating in this come induced stupor. His daddy's cock throbs with every pulse. He wishes he could taste his daddy's come, but at least none of it is going to waste.

"Mm…" Peter answers the only way he can.

"Good boy…" his daddy praises him one last time before he turns his attention to the board.

He keeps his fingers in Peter's hair, idly petting his curls. The omega continues to nurse on his daddy's cock, suckling gently and keeping the knot cradled in his mouth.

Peter maintains his position and is lulled into a trance with his father's scent in his lungs, his dad's cock and knot in his mouth, and his belly full of come.

[mchiti]

news of the day: twitter found out an italian influencer with 5M followers on instagram (Giulia De Lellis) is in a relationship with some fucker (Carlo Beretta) from an italian multi billion army company (Beretta) that sells arms to israel too. they are now on a little ✨cute✨ vacation in israel: pics of her bikini to go swimming in the dead sea, outfits fit cheks, went to attend a jewish marriage (let’s celebrate love in every culture !!❤️) a party for exclusive rich people in zedekiah’s cave, a giant underground quarry right under Jerusalem’s Muslim Quarter.

While rich millionaires and billionaires from all over the world go underground to party and drink their fancy thousands of dollar worth of champagne, Palestinians on top of it are expelled by settlers, jailed, abused, killed.

This couple also had such an authentic taste of the real israeli deal!! a real IDF experience!!! cause you don't want to go there and learn how to shoot with them, tagging them on instagram and liking their pictures? especially if you're like, the heir of one of the biggest army companies in the world that literally sells them weapons? learn the real deal from terrorist colonisers and make it instagrammable !

if that wasn't enough, this couple went to meet Herzog [all this when all those few little incidents were happening after he had just turned his country into an even more fascist state...priorities. You don't go meet the rich bored heir of an army company and his 5M followers worthy instagram influencer girlfriend?]

This is israel. This is what the west keeps supporting. A country where rich people go there to party, shielded from everything. The same élite that invest money on the apartheid state and use it as a tourist attraction for a little fancy gateaway in summer. While they're having fun, 14-year-old Faris Abu Samra was shot dead last night. He is the 37th Palestinian child killed this year.

[blazingstaro]

I love Magolor's Mechanical Madness (nice alliteration)

This is seems like a what if scenario where Magalor tried to save dreamland in planet robobot prior to Star allies.

I love the addition of the cute contractor waddle dees, Fumu and Bun grown up, and the comments made for each post, specifically the halberd getting destroyed on a Tuesday.

I adore that Magolor can wield Galaxia, as he can wield a giant ultra sword from his epilogue.

I hope kirby, DeDeDe, Bandana are involved so that the heroes of dreamland return once more.

I also hope Captain Vul is saved, despite his immoral actions in Super Star (Ultra).

I also hope that their are soundtracks from the kirby games and the halberd in kirby's mouthful mode!

Nice story!

This is such a huge compliment! Thank you!!! 💜💜💜 I love alliteration, so I take what chances I can get with titles. This one was too perfect, because as an acronym no less, it's so hilarious to read!

Indeed, it's a somewhat scenario! It's more of a "what da Magolor doin" during the events of Planet Robobot. Following his perspective during the main plot, and what sort of contributions he made (at least in my AU) to make things move forward

Sort of answering various questions throughout the game, such as:

"Why did all the major security doors open for Kirby when he was a main threat to the facility" ; "How come they didn't send Mecha Knight after Kirby earlier, and frequently" ; and many more!

Little things that made me in particular ask, "Why is that so" in the face of a multi-billion dollar, highly advanced tech company with nearly god-like machines at their fingertips

I'm glad you enjoy my witty commentary, heheee!! It's one of my favorite parts of posting pages! So fun!! I'm glad you enjoyed my additions as well! After all, this mostly takes place in parts of Popstar/Access Ark that we don't see in Kirby's perspective of the game, so I have tons of room for creative liberty and so forth!

Mmm yes the bit with Magolor and Galaxia. You see, I mix both anime and game story/plot into my AU, so if you're familiar with Galaxia's lore from the anime, then you may know as to why that is. 👀

King Dedede will be taking a back seat in DotS:MMM just as he did in the game, but we will be seeing Bandana Dee alongside Kirby!! There are a few instances where they cross paths with Magolor!

As for Vul, we shall see what fate has in store for the old bird 👀👀👀

Not sure what ya mean by soundtracks, but OST is a banger and I love it! Love Access Ark's first major theme with that dubstup, just MMMMMM— even my dad loves it!

Also! I will not be drawing the accursed Halberd in full for this comic omg— I did once before for an entire battle scene and don't want to go through that again LOL Those pages were FIRE, but oh my god nope, never again, my soul will surely whither away into dust

Again, thank you so much for this lovely ask!!