#like I’m not not replying becuase I don’t or can’t talk anymore

[blood-injections]

Imagine Kobra and Party in the place of Blue and Red in the comics. It starts off the same, Blue(Kobra) goes out to try and get a new battery for a dying Red(Poison), cause his is faulty, he’s a slightly older model than Blue. Porno droids can be either sex, so Red is a male model in this case but Blue is a female model. Blues sure to change that when she becomes Kobra, though. So, the beginning is the same, Blue tries to get a replacement battery for Red but the paperwork keeps getting turned down and eventually in the deep, abandoned levels of the social services building, the droid at the kiosk tells her that Red can’t get a replacement battery because he’s an outdated model and that he’s obsolete and that he’ll be collected for scrap. This is where their story deviates from the comic, becuase instead of breaking into a vending machine for plus that Reds not going to be able to process anyway, Blue breaks into a storage facility and just steals a battery. She makes it out but not without having to shoot her way out a little. Luckily she remains unscathed, and makes it back to Red. She replaces his battery, and he’s good as new, but now they’re both wanted. Reds going to be collected and repurposed because he’s an outdated model and Blue just killed Better Living Employees. So their choices now are to go underground and hide until their joints corrode and their batteries die- or to risk freedom by making a run for the desert. The electricity cuts off at the edge of the city, they won’t be connected to the grid, they’ll have to rely entirely on plus to survive and the sand won’t be kind to their hardware, but it’ll be worth it to them. As long as they stay stockpiled on it, they’ll be fine.

So they run for it and they make make it, the dracs stop shooting when they cross the point at which the concrete turns to sand, and they’re unscathed and home free. The first thing they notice is that they can see the stars. The desert is beautiful.

And they begin walking, they escape on foot, so they’re walking, searching for someplace to call home, or at least to rest for a night or two while they get things sorted out. They spend the time walking, talking. Planning and thinking and deciding that they want to do something. They’re not in the lobby anymore, doomed to sit and wait for destroya to come and save them. They decide to fight, to be people, not machines with some sole purpose. They decide to be their own people, they decide to be killjoys.

“You said we could go by actual names, be someone, who will you become?” Blue asks at one point.

“I’m not completely sure yet.” Red replies, “I used to think about it all the time, but now that I’m actaully here I’ve changed my mind on it all. I always thought Gerard could be a cool name for me, a real, normal name. But I don’t care for it as much now, I want something cool, y’know? I want to be someone cool, unique. Like we hear about killjoys that gave all these badass names that tell a story, that mean someone to them. I’ve been trying to come up with one that fits.” He explains. “What about you.”

“I have no clue.” She says after looking down at herself, “I can’t think of a name but I could go for something cool, too. Maybe you could choose one for me, once you figure out your own. I just know I want to be different, I want to defy everything I was created to be. I want whoever’s out here to look at me na d know I’m one of them. I don’t want to be seen as an object anymore, I want to be seen as a person. I’ll- do you think bleach works on out hair? Whatever, if it doesn’t I’ll shave it all off. I wasn’t as sure earlier, but I am now. I want to be loud, I want to speak my mind, I want to stand for something beyond what the city made us for. Maybe we can’t help other droids out here, but we can help humans leaving the city, we can help the killjoys that are already out here by standing with them, they’re BLI’s Poison. Better Living doesn’t give a shit about us, they leave us to rust in the streets and replace old models and recycle us like we’re not people too. They can get rid of us and they do- but they can’t ever get rid of the killjoys. They’re always out here fighting, even after years.”

And Red understands her. “I admire them too.” He says, in love with the thought of becoming one of them, a freedom fighter. “It sounds like such a great way to live. And me too- I want to be loud, too. I want to make art and do something that just screams fuck you to BLI. I want to- I want to fucking party.”

And that’s when the thought comes, and he throws back his head and laughs like never before because he’s free, and he knows who he is. “Hell yeah, I want to party. And what you just said about the killjoys being their Poison- that have me an idea. I like it. What do you think? Party Poison?”

“For your name?” Blue asks, giddy and proud.

“Yeah.”

“I love it. It suits you. Got one for me?”

“Maybe, but try coming up with one yourself first. The thrill of it is.. it’s finding yourself. It’s immeasurable.”

“Alright. Give me a nickname, then. I don’t want to be blue anymore.”

They try a few things. Party suggests sis, because they’re very much siblings in each others mind, but it doesn’t fit, makes something twist like a knife in her gut. They try a random letter, but none work out. Ultimately they settle on just not really referring to her at all, and that works.

Then they stumble upon the diner. They have enough plus for their first month, and the diner has everything from power out to a med kid in a back room for any passing joys. There’s a radio tucked under the counter, and they settle in. For the first few days they figure stuff out, always listening to the radio, learn to shoot with the gun Blue got to fight her way out with when she got the battery for Red. They take note of anything important spoken by the dj, who they learn is Doctor death defying. He purrs over the airwaves about Tommy’s shop, and concerts at the fuck you house, and the traffic. It’s how they start learning their way around. They know Tommy’s shop is west, and they have a few carbons, so they head out, walking once again. They buy hair dye and more plus and another gun and spray paint Poison finds a mask that’s perfect for him and they find jackets that suit them both, that they’re definitely going to customize a little with the paint they got. They’re set, and at the checkout Tommy welcomes them to the zones, recognizes that they’re new, thinks that they’re human, because they pass as it, and that’s just what they wanted. They decided not to tell anyone they’re droids, because surely they’d be looked at differently. Even by killjoys.

But tommy welcomes them and asks them what they’re called and what they go by. Blue asks what he means with the latter and Tommy has to raise his eyebrows, explains the concept of ‘he, her, they, them, nothing at all, all of the above? Some people come up with brand new ones and some people go by their names exclusively. Folks out here just don’t care. Personally, I’m Tommy Chow Mein, owner iff this shop, and I don’t really care either. It’s just another way of defying Better Livings rules and stereotypes and shit, you can be whatever you want to be’

This, of course, awakens something in Blue. Poison goes, “oh, that’s awesome. I haven’t really thought about it but you know what? I really like they. Actually, I don’t care, you can call me whatever you want. But I think I do prefer they.” and they’re overjoyed at their realization.

Blue isn’t really sure, and she voices that. “I’m not sure what I like it go by.” She has made one decision, though. “My name, uh, my names Kobra, though.”

They had decided it between arriving at diner and leaving it for the shop, hadn’t thought of something to follow it with, just the one word, but they knew it was them. They hasn’t told poison yet, and in this moment their brother looked so, so proud. Tommy says “you’ll figure out the rest, kid.”

They get back to the diner and Kobra cuts their hair short and bleaches it sand-blonde, all traces of Blue gone. Seeing this in the mirror, Kobra finally Knew. “You look good.” Poison says when Kobra remeerges. “And you look happy, happier than I’ve ever seen you.

“I think.. I think I just finally realized who I am.” Kobra says. “And it’s amazing, finally knowing, but uncomfortable too, I-“

And Kobra breaks off, and then starts to explain exactly how they feel, who they want to be.

The conversation ends with Poison calling Kobra their brother. And all is finally right.

[stale-cheezit]

Dog Tags

 Summary: Tony holds a ball, and your boyfriend get’s a little distracted when he sees you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Word Count: 2,427

Warnings: there’s a lot of dialogue in this i’m sorry. swearing. smut. oral (male and female receiving) 

You pop your lips together as you finish applying your red lipstick, Bucky’s favorite shade. Tonight is the ball Tony has been planning for a while. No one really knows why, he just felt the need to throw a party.

You had the perfect dress, a strapless, sparkly navy blue dress with a slit up the left leg. You have on a new red lingerie that you bought just for tonight. A knock at the door brings you out of your thoughts, “Y/N? Can I come in?” It’s Bucky

“One second! I’m still getting my dress on.” You quickly grab the dress off the hanger and slip it on, “You can come in now.” 

Moments later the door opens, Bucky’s jaw drops, “God doll...” He steps closer to you and puts his hands on your hips, “You look absolutely breath taking.” He whispers, kissing you gently. 

“Thank you, my love. You look quite dashing yourself,” You smile, “Mind helping me zip this up?” You turn around and pull your hair out of the way. 

“Of course.” Bucky zips your dress up for you and gives a light tap on your ass. 

“James.” You warn. 

“Oh pulling out the first name are we?” Bucky chuckles, wrapping his arms around you. 

“That I am,” You giggle, “Fuck I still need jewelry.” You go to your dresser and put on your rings, one being the promise ring Bucky gave you for Christmas this past year. While you’re rummaging through your necklaces trying to find one that will match, Bucky slips one around your neck. 

You look down at them, “Buck... Are these-” 

“My dog tags.” 

The metal is cold on your neck, “Bucky are you sure?” 

“They look gorgeous on you, doll. I wouldn’t want anyone else wearing them.” 

“Thank you, love. I love you.” 

“I love you,” Bucky kisses your head, “And you’re lucky we’re already late or I’d be pounding you into that mattress. I’ll save that for tonight.” He whispers.

Your eyes go wide and your breath gets caught in your throat. 

“Now let’s go before we’re any later that we already are.” 

Still in shock, you grab your navy stilettos and slip them on, grabbing Bucky’s hand and following him out of your room. 

The small comment remains in your head the entire way to where the party is being held. 

“Why is Tony doing this again?” Bucky asks, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand. 

“Becuase “I’m Tony fucking Stark and I can do whatever the fuck I want,” as he put it.” You reply. 

After a thirty minute drive you arrive. Bucky holds the door open for you and the two of you walk in hand in hand. Wanda runs up to you as soon as she realizes you’re here. 

“Y/N! Finally!” Wanda hugs you, “You look hot!” 

“You look hotter! If i wasn’t taken I’d defiantly hit you up.” You wink and blow Wanda a kiss. 

“I’m right here.” Bucky sighs. 

“Bucky! Go talk to Stevie! I’m stealing yo girl.” Wanda grabs your hand and drags you to the bar. 

“There’s a lot more people than I expected.” You sigh, sitting on a stool next to Wanda. 

“I know. It’s very loud too.” 

“Who all do you think is here?” 

“All the Avengers, most of S.H.I.E.L.D. and probably random millionaires Tony knows.” 

“I’m already tired and I just got here.” You chuckle, pushing your hair behind your ear.

“Me too girl, me too- OH MY GOD!” Wanda squeals, “Are those Bucky’s tags?” 

“They are. He gave them to me earlier.” You smile, holding the dog tags in your fingers. 

You and Wanda continue talking when two glasses of whiskey are sat in front of you. 

“Um we didn’t order these.” Wanda smiles. 

“They’re from the gentlemen over there.” The bartender motions to our left. 

“Ohh,” Wanda smiles, “Thank you.” 

“Well I’m not gonna turn down a free drink.” You smirk, taking a sip of the alcohol. 

“Me neither,” You and Wanda cheers your drinks, “I’m going to go find Vision. I’ll be right back. You’ll be okay, right? I can send Bucky your way if I see him.” 

“I’ll be fine. Go find your man.” You smile as Wanda walks off. A few moments later one of the men who ordered your drinks comes up to you. 

“Is this seat taken?” He asks. 

“No, go ahead.” You say, having no intention at all of speaking to the man. 

“How’s your night going, beautiful.” He asks, you turn your nose up in disgust. 

“Good, yours?” You say, trying to be polite. 

“Better now that I’m talking to you.” 

You roll your eyes and take a sip of your drink. A loud crash makes you turn your attention to your left, away from the man. You see that the bartender just dropped a bottle. 

What you didn’t see, was the man next to you slipping something in your drink. 

Your fingers wrap around the glass, you start to take a drink when-

“Y/N!” You let go of the glass and turn around to see Steve. 

“Oh hey Steve!” 

“Y/N come with me, I want to show you something.” Steve grabs your arm and pulls you to the dance floor, “Dance with me?” 

“Only if I don’t have to be the man this time.” You smile, wrapping your arms around Steve’s neck, his hands rest on your hips. 

“Bucky’s in the bathroom, there’s a really long line so he asked me to come check on you. Then I saw that guy slip something in your drink.” 

Your eyes widen, “He what?” 

“When you looked away he roofied your drink.” Steve says, glancing back at the man. 

“That mother fucker.” You go to walk towards him to give him a piece of your mind when Steve’s grip on your waist tightens. 

“No. Tony’s taking care of him.” 

“We can’t tell Bucky, he’ll freak.” 

“Tony probably already notified him.” 

The two of you are silent for a minute, “Thank you Steve. You really saved my ass. God knows what would’ve happened.” 

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N.” Steve smiles. 

The two of you continue dancing until Bucky approaches you, “Can I cut in?” 

“Of course. It was a pleasure dancing with you Miss L/N.” Steve kisses your knuckles. 

“Likewise Mr Rodgers.” You laugh and Steve walks away. 

Bucky kisses your knuckles, your arms wrap around his neck and his hands go on your waist. The two of you are much closer than you and Steve were. 

“Tony told me about that man.” 

You sigh, “Why do I have a feeling you did something.” 

“Because I did.” 

“Bucky...” 

“Tony and I just talked to him. And a couple punches. Fury fired him too.” 

“You satisfied?” You roll your eyes and smile. 

“Not really.” Bucky smirks and kisses you. 

The night goes on. You dance mostly with Nat and Wanda, but you steal quiet a few dances with Bucky, another with Steve, and one with Tony. You don’t drink anymore, aside from a few drinks you took from Bucky’s glass. Almost everyone is drunk or at least tipsy. Aside from you, and the two super soldiers as alcohol doesn’t affect them. 

You’ve spent half the night pulling your dress up so it doesn’t fall. Stupid strapless dresses. Bucky’s been eyeing you all night. You’ve made it a point to rub your ass against him as much as possible, as well as swaying your hips a lot more when dancing. 

“Hey baby.” You kiss his jaw. 

“Hey doll.” 

“I love youuuuu.” You smile, kissing his temple. 

“I love you too, babydoll.” Bucky’s grip on his drink tightens. 

You kiss his jaw again, this time biting him gently. 

“I think it’s time to go home, doll.” He says grabbing your hand and leading you outside. You don’t protest, following him. 

“Buck I’m in heels! I’m gonna fall.” You huff. Bucky stops and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder. 

The car ride to the compound was silent, aside from Bucky tapping his foot, or the occasional kiss. 

When the car stops, Bucky opens the door for you. As soon as you get out of the car he shuts the door, and picks you back up. 

“Buckyyyyy.” You groan. Bucky sits you back down once you’re in the elevator. 

“You’ve been a very bad girl.” He growls, pinning you against the wall. 

“I’m sorryyy,” You drag out the word, “It’s hard not to tease when you were staring at me all night.” 

“It’s hard not to stare when you’re literally the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.” His lips connect to your neck. The elevator dings and the doors open. Bucky grabs your hand and pulls you towards your room. Once the door is shut he attacks your lips and face with kisses. 

You kick off your heels and moan at the feeling of flat ground. Bucky’s hands unzip your dress, the fabric falls off your body and pools around your feet. 

Bucky doesn’t say anything when he sees the red lingerie. 

“Do you like it?” You ask, looking up with big e/c eyes. 

“You look stunning, as always. As much as i love it, I need it off you. Now.” 

You lock eyes with him as one hand reaches behind your back and unclasps the bra, letting it drop to the ground. Bucky’s lips attach to your nipple, his hand kneading the other. You moan as he softly bites your nipple. 

“I was gonna take it slow with you tonight, fuck you slow and gentle until you’re begging me to fuck you rough and fast. But with the way you acted tonight, and the way you looked in that dress...” Bucky leads you to the bed and pushes you down. His lips kiss up your neck and stop at your ear, “I���m going to completely destroy you.” He growls, unbuttoning his shirt and discarding it on the floor. 

You feel butterflies in your core, “Please..” 

Bucky presses a finger to your clothed core, earning a quiet gasp. You open your legs wider. Bucky pulls your panties off. Skilled fingers rubbing your clit. 

“Get on your knees, doll.” 

You quickly get up and sink to your knees. Immediately taking off his belt and sliding his pants and boxers down. His erection springs free. You lick your lips and press a kiss to the tip, a low groan leaves Bucky’s throat. Your eyes meet his as you sink your mouth around all of him. Bucky pushes your hair out of your face and holds it for you. 

You hollow your cheeks and swirl your tongue around his length, bobbing your head up and down. 

“F-Fuck. You’re doing so good babydoll.” 

You fiddle with his balls as you continue to deep throat him, your eyes start to water a bit. You pull your mouth off him and look up to meet his eyes, your lips red and swollen. 

Bucky helps you up and kisses you, “You’re such a good girl for me.” He lays you on the bed and parts your legs, leaving sloppy kisses up your thighs. His eyes meet yours and he stops over your pussy, wanting to make sure you’re still okay with this. You nod, and he licks up your slick. A loud moan leaves your lips as he quickly laps at your folds. 

“Fuck... Bucky as much as I love you and your sinful mouth I need you inside me.” 

Bucky stops his motions, “Hands and knees.” He mutters, grabbing a condom out of the drawer and rolling it onto his cock. You get on your hands and knees, sticking your ass up in the air. Your wetness dripping out of you. “Are you ready?” He asks, lining up with your entrance. 

“Fuck yes.” 

He slowly slides into you, you moan at the feeling of him filling you up, but he slides completely out. As you go to protest he snaps his length back inside you. A small scream leaves your lips. Your face pressed into the mattress as he pounds inside you at an ungodly pace. Low grunts come from Bucky. His cock twitching inside you as he slams his hips to meet yours. 

His thumb reaches down to speedily rub circles on your clit, and his hand places a hard slap on your ass. 

“Bucky!” You moan, the combination of him pounding into you and his fingers stimulating your clit bring you to the edge fast, “I-I’m gonna cum.” 

“Go ahead baby.” He says, quickening his fingers on your clit. You moan loudly into the mattress, your hands gripping the sheets as your orgasm rushes through you. Goosebumps appear on your skin and your legs begin to shake as you come down from the mind blowing orgasm. Bucky slowly slides out of you. 

“Buck wait you didn’t finish.” You say, sitting up on your knees. 

“I know.” He says, sitting at the headboard. He motions for you to sit on his lap. You straddle him, putting your arms around his neck. He brushes his lips against yours as you sink down onto him. You gasp as he fills you up.

Slowly you start to bounce on him, rolling your hips slightly. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you quicken your pace. You reach one hand down to rub your clit again, slamming your lips against Bucky’s. He takes your wrist and pulls it off your clit, you groan against his lips. His fingers replace yours and his hips snap up unintentionally. 

Your second orgasm comes faster than you expected it to. Your motions become sloppy as you get closer and closer to release. Bucky holds your hips and helps you ride out the orgasm. All your movements stop as shockwaves burst through you. Your pussy clenches around Bucky and as you come down from your high he hits his own orgasm. 

Strings of profanities leave his lips as he cums inside the condom. The two of you sit in silence, breathing heavily. 

“You look so good above me, with my dog tags around your neck.” Bucky smirks, looking at the dog tags that sit above your breasts. 

“Guess I’ll have to ride you more often then.” You smirk, kissing him. 

“I guess so.” Bucky mutters, against your lips. 

Your phone goes off, you glance at the nightstand to see a text from Steve. 

Stevie: Let me know when you two are done up there. I don’t want to be anymore traumatized than I was when I got home. Please use protection.

[samcrobae]

Off Limits, 4

Gif Credit: @pantherclawz

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EZ stepped inside the clubhouse and all eyes were on him. “Rise and shine, kid thanks for joining us. You’re late. The hell you been?” Bishop asked as he sat at one of the tables.

“Sorry Bish, I got tied up with my old man, I was helping him bring some shelves into the shop.” EZ had to think quickly on his feet as all eyes were still on him, “it won’t happen again”.

Bishop and Taza got up and went outside leaving EZ, Coco, Gilly, and Angel inside. Angel delivered a smack to the back of EZ’s head. “Are you fuckin dumb? I told you not to even think about it. That shits over EZ.”

Coco and Gilly exchanged confused glances, “What are we ending?” Gilly asked.

“Oh this morning I went on a hunt to find my baby brother here,” Angel hooks his arm around EZs shoulders, “and this asshole was just leaving Y/N’s apartment bright and early, after having a nice lil shower there, after spending his whole weekend there...” Gilly let out a low whistle and looked down. Coco laughed, “damn Boy Scout I didn’t think you’d have the balls to actually do it! Sucks Bishop will kill you when he finds out.”

“He ain’t gonna find out because he is gonna end this shit.”

“Who’s not gonna find out about what?” You ask as you come up to the men, setting your bag down on the table. “Jesus Christ, there you go. you see? End it. This shit you got going on with him is going to get him killed.” Angel spat as he walked away. Coco and Gilly followed after him, a smirk on Coco’s face.

“We could just come out with it and not care..” you suggested.

“Are you crazy?! Bishop made it clear alright, you were supposed to be off limits to all of us.”

“EZ it’s not like we are running off getting married, I’m gonna be here all summer...can’t we just keep it lowkey? Keep having fun...” you reach over and grab his hand in yours and he clenches his jaw. You lean up and kiss his lips, his jawline, and his neck. “I mean, what do you want, Ezekiel? Is that what you want? Do you really wanna stop fucking me?” Your voice against his neck sends a quick shiver down his spine and he could his jeans grow tighter as he is now hard.

“You’re fucking killing me Y/N...go home. I shouldn’t have let it get that far, We can’t keep doing this...” he takes a step back and gives you a final look before heading to the back.

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Later that night you sat wide awake in bed, unable to sleep becuase no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t get him out of your mind. You didn’t want to settle down, be in a relationship, but being his friend and getting to sleep with him wouldn’t hurt nobody right? You felt an ache between your legs and you reached over to your night stand and grabbed your phone.

You kneeled on the bed and slightly lifted your shirt to expose some of the skin of your tummy, wearing a pair of black lace panties and snapped a picture and typed up a message before hitting send. “I really wish you were here to take these off.. 😘” you then lay on your back and get a video of you sliding your fingers into your panties, drawing slow circles over your center, then slipping your panties to the side and exposing yourself to the camera. “I need you EZ..”. Sent.

EZ was with Coco and Angel when his phone lit up, your name displaying on screen. Angel notices and watches as EZ opens his phone and quickly lowers it to cover whatever he’s looking at. EZ licks his lips and then puts his phone back in his pocket, a smirk on his face and then chugged the rest of his beer. “Don’t do it asshole. Don’t go see her.” Angel says. Coco looks over at Angel. “See who? Y/N?”

EZ gets up from his chair and throws his kutte on. “I gotta go, I’ll see you guys later”.

You waited 20 minutes and No reply. You let out a deep sigh and then reached over and turned off your light when you heard 3 knocks at your door. You slowly make your way to the living room and look through your peephole, surprised to EZ there. Unlocking your door, you open it and stare at him, a knowing grin across your lips. He quickly moves inside and slams the door shut behind him.

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The next few weeks went the same. He’d work his shift at the clubhouse, you’d work your shifts at the local hospital and spend your days off at the clubhouse. At this point, EZ practically spent all of his free time at your place. Always being very careful to make sure he wasn’t followed. Angel, Coco, and Gilly were privy to the fact that you and EZ had become some sort of “thing” but really didn’t know what to make of it. Hell, you didn’t even know what to make of it.

Pulling into the parking lot of the mall, where you and EZ spent most of the time eating when you’d grab something to eat, you dig through the bag and hand him his burger and fries. “EZ I’m so tired of sneaking around it’s kinda exhausting. We aren’t dating right ? So I mean who cares if someone sees us out in an actual restaurant eating at An actual table? Technically we aren’t doing anything wrong right?” You shove a couple fries into your mouth.

“That’s not the point Y/N.. if the wrong person sees us out, and it gets back to Bishop...”

“Okay fine, can you open a window? The smell of this food sitting In the car is starting to make me feel sick.” You say as you lower a window.

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“You good? You been in there a while..” EZ knocked on the bathroom door as you hugged the toilet bowl. You were at Angels house for dinner with Angel, EZ, Coco, and Gilly.

“Yeah I’m fine just one second..” you managed to choke out. You wash your mouth and open the door greeted by a concerned EZ. “Hey you alright?”

“Yeah I’m fine, my stomach just has been feeling so fucked up lately... like since last week it’s like no matter what I eat, it just comes back up. It’s taking all of my strength it seems. I’m just gonna go home, I just want to go to bed.”

“You sure? You want me to come with you?” He asks.

“Yeah it’s okay, see you tomorrow.” You grab your purse and phone and head out.

“Where is she off to in such a hurry?” Angel motions to the front door.

“Home. I don’t know, she isn’t feeling too good I guess. She hasn’t been all week. I don’t know.” EZ takes a drink of his beer and looks at the Mayan men who are now staring back at him with raised brows.

He swallows and lets out a “What?”

“You sure she ain’t knocked up? You been wrapping it before you tap it right Boy Scout?”

“Yeah she’s definitely not pregnant.”

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“How the fuck am I pregnant?! You mutter to yourself and you stare at the 4 tests on your bathroom counter. How were you gna tell EZ? Your uncle? Your father? You never thought about having kids... this wasn’t part of the plan.

Summer was almost over and you were almost ready to head back home. This wasn’t supposed to happen. What if you didn’t tell anyone and just went home? What EZ didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. But you recalled the story he told you about Emily. Fuck. You can’t do that to him. He deserves to know. Shit. Shit shit shit. You get in the car and head to the clubhouse.

You pull in and everyone is sitting outside. “Hey mija” Bishop greets you. “Is everything okay? You look upset.”

“Yeah I’m fine, just came by to hang out. I have a day off finally. I’m gonna head inside and grab a water. Be back.”

You pass EZ and motion for him to go inside with you and he follows. “What’s wrong? You okay?”

“Um.. I.. just need to talk to you about something. But don’t freak out..”

EZ leaned against the bar as you sat on one of the stools.

You were choking on your words, unable to speak, when you finally blurted it out. “I’m pregnant, Ezekiel. It’s yours. And before you say anything, I don’t want or need anything from you, I’m not asking you for anything. I just-you deserved to know. I’m going home in a couple weeks anyway but I wanted to tell you before I left. I haven’t decided what I want to do and-"

“Wait stop, slow down. You’re pregnant? With my kid? Wait and you’re still going to leave ?” His voice slowly getting louder, “ You haven’t decided what you want to do? Do I get a say in this? Do I get to be part of the decision making process?”

“EZ lower your voice” you warn.

“No, screw That. Let them hear. Don’t go home. Easy. Decision made. Shit Y/N. it’s my kid.”

“EZ we can’t have a kid we aren’t even together. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Remember? Off limits.”

“Okay but I don’t care about that now, that’s out the window. What if I want this kid?”

The door to the clubhouse swings open and Bishop looks back and forth at the both of you. “Everything alright, Y/N?”

“EZ I can’t talk abut this anymore. Not today.” You move past him and head for the door.

“Y/N wait... Y/N!” He called out your name and you were out the door. Everyone watched in silence as EZ kicked over the barstools and leaned forward, his hands resting on the bar.

“What the fuck was that about kid?” Bishop came up behind EZ.

EZ stared forward, tears forming in his eyes. “Y/N... she’s... she’s pregnant.. with my kid.” He looks at Bishop. “I’m sorry Bish.”

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Negan!Imagine-Part 6

Part 5

A/N-It’s a long one, but I hope you enjoy it!

Third Person POV

Simon headed downstairs, trying to work out what he was going to say to Negan. It didn’t take a genius to realise that he was going to be furious about what happened, and Simon knew all too well he was probably going to get the blame for this. He sighed as he reached the last step, seeing Negan swinging Lucille inftont of the workers. 

“Now, get back to fuckin’ work,” Negan shouted, turning away from the group of workers and making his way closer to Simon. 

“Thought I asked you to stay with Y/N/N,” he said as he stood infront of Simon. He raised an eyebrow at Simon's face. Negan wasn’t stupid, he knew that something was wrong. 

“Simon?” Negan asked, a warning tone lacing his voice, causing Simon to sigh again. 

“Tanya, she came to your room,” as soon as those words left Simons a look of rage instantly came across Negans face. 

“I tried to stop her, but she just barged-” Simon began, before Negan held in hand up, halting Simon in his words. 

“You better hope she’s still in that fucking room,”Negan said before pushing past Simon and making his way to his room. He took a deep breath before entering the room, expecting to be met with a furious Y/N/N, but instead of being met with rage, he was met with an empty room. 

“Fuck!” he shouted, feeling rage boil in his veins. 

Y/N/Ns POV

I couldn’t stay in that room, I needed to get out. In all honesty I needed to get out of this place, but it was like a maze. I had no idea where I was going, I just kept walking,or attempting to at least, every step felt like I was getting punched again but the last thing I wanted to do was go back to that room and potentially see Negan. 

“Are you lost?” I heard someone ask, I turned round to see a lady with mousy brown hair and a black dress walking towards me. I was going to respond to her, when I remembered the dress that Tanya was wearing..it was the same dress...that when the realization hit me..this was one of Negans wives…

“You’re that girl aren’t you?” She asked, walking closer to me, but I just ignored her and carried on walking, trying not to cry again, but I heard her heels tapping behind me as she followed me. 

“Hey,”She said, grabbing my arm lightly, I tried to shake her off but her grip got tighter. 

“I just wanna talk, I’m sure you’ve got some questions, and you definitely look like you need to sit down,” she said calmly, as she loosened her grip again, seiding me a small sympathetic smile . 

“Follow me,” she said, walking down the hall. Reluctantly, I followed her-it was a choice between following her and getting some answers to the questions I didn’t really want to ask but needed to know the truth about, or wondering around the Sanctuary where I could bump into Negan or Simon (or any of the other unsavory people) at any point. And as much as I hated to admit it, she was right, I needed to sit down. She led me to an empty room not far from where she found me. 

“Tanya said Negan had a new girl,” she said as she handed me a drink of water. 

“You’re different from us,though” She continued, causing me to send her a confused look. 

“He never lets any of us stay in his room,” she said simply, sitting opposite me, I just simply nodded. Not really knowing what to say. 

“This must be a lot for you to take in,” I just nodded again at her words, my mind was running through all the questions I wanted to ask her, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask them. 

“How do you know him?” She asked, dragging me from my thoughts. 

“I...I knew him before the world went to shit,” I replied, taking a sip of my water. 

“You two were together?” She asked again, clearly this lady had just as many questions as I did. 

“Never anything official,” I answered, sighing as I did. 

“How...how do you know him?” I asked, feeling my voice waver as I did.

“He found us, well him and the other Saviours did,” she answered. 

“Us?” I questioned. 

“My husband and my sister.”

“Your husband?” I asked, only for her to simply nod in response. 

“Do you love him, Negan, I mean?” I asked, needing to know the answer but not really wanting to at the same time. She just laughed, causing confusion to once again fill my brain. 

“None of us love him, we married him to survive..or to save someone else. I married him to save my husbands life, he stole some medication before leaving with me and my sister...but he found us; I offered to marry him so that he would spare my husbands life. He also offers us protection, so if we can’t fight or work as well as others, we can become a wife and not have to worry about anything,” she explained. I knew Negan had changed a lot but this was something I never expected….he trades protection for sex...I felt my heart break a little as it all sunk in…

“Do you love him?” She asked. 

“I...I don’t know..” I answered, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. 

“I used to..I used to love him, but then he killed my friends..and now he brings me back here, and I find out he’s got six wives….” I choked out

“I kept trying to see the person I used to know..” I sighed as the tears continued to fall from my eyes, the lady sent me a sympathetic look. Before either of us could say anything else the door burst open and a guy with blonde hair and half a burnt face appeared; I knew him, I think his name was Dwight. 

“Sherry, what are you doing?” He asked with his eyes focused on the lady I’d been talking to. 

“We were just talking,” Sherry said innocently. 

“Negans furious! He’s got everyone looking for her,” Dwight responded, pointing at me. Sherry simply nodded as she stood up and made her way over to me, giving me a quick hug. 

“Be careful with him Y/N/N...he’s not the man you used to know…”she whispered in my ear before leaving the room. I followed Dwight back to Negans room, thinking about what Sherry had said...and everything that Negan had done. 

“Boss,” Dwight said, knocking on the door, it quickly opened and I swear I heard Negan sigh in relief when he saw me, but I just kept my eyes focused on the ground as I walked into the room, hearing him close the door behind me. 

“Y/N/N, just let me-” before he could say anything else, I slapped him, feeling all the pent up rage and hurt come out in it. 

“Don’t! Don’t try to explain this Negan!”I shouted, as a look of shock came across his face, trying to process what happened. 

“I’m gonna let that fucking slide becuase I know you’re angry,” He said, his voice low, in an almost warning tone. 

“Angry? I’m beyond fucking angry Negan!” I shouted, attempting to slap him again, but this time he caught my wrist,holding it lightly. 

“Stop,” he warned, releasing my wrist.You could cut the tension in the room with a knife, neither of knowing what to say. I sighed, wincing as I sat down on the sofa. I could feel Negans eyes on me as he sat opposite me. 

“I want to go back home,” I said, meeting his gaze. 

“Not fucking happening,” Negan scoffed, leaning back into the sofa. 

“You can’t keep me here, Negan,” I argued. 

“I’m not letting you go back there, not after what fucking happened,” he countered, his voice harsh as he held my gaze. 

“I’d rather be there than here,” I said, making my way to the door. 

“I’m not gonna fuckin’ let you go back there and get killed,” he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me away from the door. 

“It’s not your choice to make,” I replied, wincing as I attempted  to move past him. Before I could try again, I felt his hands on both of my shoulders. 

“You almost fucking died there,” he whispered, staring at me, his eyes softer now.

“When I found you, the place looked like a fuckin’ murder scene, you looked dead...for a second I thought you...I thought you fucking were,”he continued, moving his hands slowly and lightly to my cheeks.

“I fucked up by not telling you; but that was only because I was scared of this, of losing you again,” he said, placing our foreheads together. 

“I trusted you...I thought maybe, just maybe there was some of the man that I fell in love with still in there,” I said, moving out his grasp, slowly.

“I loved you,” I whispered, feeling the tears cascade down my cheeks. 

“You think I don’t feel the fucking same! I have never felt this way with anyone else since this shit began!”He shouted, walking closer to me 

“I married them to show these fuckers who’s in charge and to feel something other than the shit this world makes me feel; I don’t even see their faces because there’s only person I’m thinking about when I’m inside someone,” and before I could say anything, he grabbed my face and kissed me passionately, and I without even realizing it, I was kissing him back.

“You’re the only person I give a shit about in this fucked up world,” he whispered against my lips. 

“We’re not the same people anymore, Negan.” I countered, trying to keep hold of reality instead of letting my fantasies run away with me. Before anything else could be said, we heard gunshots coming from outside. 

“Stay here, we’ll sort this out once I’ve dealt with this shit,” he said before leaving the room, locking the door behind him.

Part 7

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The Platonic Series ~ The Sleepover 

This one’s a long one. Almost 7k of protective!Shawn with a bit of bio-dad conflict all surrounding and following Ella’s first sleepover with her dad. 

2026 

A few months ago, Stephen called you out of the blue, wanting to talk. You had never intentionally kept him away from Ella. He mostly did that all on his own for the first eight years of her life. Every so often, you’d get a text from him, checking in and asking how you both were, but he never even asked to see her in person, only asking for pictures or wanting to know if you needed anything. You sent him the pictures and never asked for anything from him, and it always ended there, until this time.

At first, you were wary of his intentions, but he explained that he and his long-term girlfriend had moved in together and he was finally in a good place, so he really wanted to be in Ella’s life. You had always promised yourself that you wouldn’t be the reason your daughter didn’t know her dad, and you would never stand in the way of them having a relationship. If her dad was dangerous or involved in illegal things, that would have been a completely different story, but to your knowledge, Stephen was just not ready to be a dad when you got pregnant at 20. It doesn’t excuse his behavior or lack of involvement, but now that he’s older and says he wants to change, you’re willing to give him a chance because your daughter deserves to know her dad and not keep wondering about who he is and what he’s like.

When you told Ella that her dad called, she was hesitant at first, understandably so. You left the decision completely up to her, explaining what he told you and how he requested to see her. You made sure she understood that she got to decide if she wanted to see him again and it was up to her and what she wants. After thinking on it for a day or so, she decided she wanted to see him. You arranged for Stephen to come over to your place for the first meeting, that way they could get to know each other where Ella was comfortable, and you could be nearby. The meeting went well, and Stephen was better with Ella than you expected. Back in college, Stephen didn’t know anything about kids, but you’re guessing he had some practice with his girlfriend’s kids, and as a result, he was able to connect with Ella right away.

After that first meeting, you let Ella know that she could decide if she wanted to keep seeing her dad, and she decided that she did, so you and Stephen again arranged for him to come over. To your complete surprise, Stephen continued to show up when he said he would, which helped you to have some faith that he was really serious about seeing Ella this time.

After a few months of visits, things appeared to be going well. Ella and Stephen were slowly beginning to build a relationship. He’s been picking her up every Saturday and taking her out to do things for a few hours. A couple of weeks ago, Ella asked you if she could sleep over at Stephens one night. She had met his girlfriend and her children, and she wanted to spend the night. You talked it over with Stephen and decided it was time, and that it was worth a try if it was something Ella wanted to do.

All of that has led up to tonight, You dropped Ella off at her dads less than an hour ago for her first sleepover. The feeling you felt when you dropped off Ella was different than any feeling you’ve ever expierienced. It’s a mix between uneasiness and fear that things may be changing. She’s been all yours for the past 8 years and you never felt like you had to share her with anyone, except maybe Shawn, but it never felt like sharing her. Now it does, and it’s weird.

You’re used to spending nights without Ella. She has slept over at Shawn’s at least once a week since she was really little. Unless he was on tour or traveling, the sleepovers have been constant. A part of you knows that it shouldn’t be any different this time, but you can’t help but feel like this time is way different. You don’t want to be an overprotective parent, and historically, you haven’t been, but you still feel nervous and worried knowing that its her first sleepover with her dad.

At Shawn’s, you know she has her own bedroom and she has her whole set of toys there. She’s been sleeping over there for as long as she can remember and she’s as comfortable there as she is at your house. Packing for a sleepover at Shawn’s consists of throwing her teddy bear and iPad in a bag and that’s about it. She has her toothbrush and books and bedding and clothes and everything she could possibly need. Packing for her dad’s made you worried that she wouldn’t have something she needed, but you reminded both her and yourself that she could call you using her iPad if she needed something and you could bring it to her. Her dad lives about thirty minutes away, which is nothing to you if she needed something.

You had considered making plans for tonight, knowing that Ella would be with her dad and it’s a Friday night, but you decided to stay in instead because you wanted to be available just in case Ella calls or needs anything. An hour after you get home, your phone starts ringing, a facetime call from Ella. You answer immediately. “Hello?”

“Mom, I want to come home.” Ella’s voice comes through the phone and seeing her look sad nearly breaks your heart.

“Hold on,” You respond, unconsciously sitting up straighter and looking closely at her face through the screen. “What’s wrong?”

“Kaylee is being mean and I don’t want to be here anymore, and I want to come home with you.” She responds all in one breath.

Kaylee is Stephen’s girlfriend’s daughter and you know that she and Ella have had a bit of a love/hate relationship since they first met. They’re less than a year apart in age, so it’s understandable that they might fight sometimes.

Even though a part of you wants to just go and pick her up right now, most of you realizes that you need to let her sort this out herself with her father and also let her know you won’t just pick her up from a sleepover she begged to go to just because she’s not getting along with Kaylee.

“Did you talk to Stephen about it?” You question.

“No, I want to come home.” She responds.

“Ella,” You respond calmly, “If you’re not getting along with Kaylee, you know you need to talk to her and sort it out, or if that’s not working then talk to Stephen about it. I can pick you up, you know that. But remember we talked about this sleepover.”

A few weeks ago, when Ella first brought up the idea of a sleepover, you and Ella had a long talk about it and whether or not she was ready for it, and you’ve talked about it several times since. She insisted she was ready and she was so adament, you had finally given in.

She sighs loudly, “Okay, I’ll talk to Stephen.” She mumbles, and you can see her pouting becuase you know that isn’t what she wanted to hear from you.

“Talk to him, and tell him to call me, okay?” You tell her. The momma bear part of you needs to know that she’s okay. You need to talk to Stephen to make sure that he’s handling the situation and making sure Ella is okay.

“Okay.”

“I love you, Ella.”

“Love you too, Mom. Bye.”

“Bye baby.” You respond and hang up the phone before staring at it for a few seconds. You wait ten minutes, which feels like an eternity, and finally Stephen is calling you.

When you answer, he explains that it was a small argument between the two girls, regular kid stuff, and that he’s handling it. You remind him to let her call you if it continues and she genuinely doesn’t want to stay, and he agrees. After he reassures you again that she’s fine and he won’t let anything bad happen to her, you finally hang up, feeling conflicted about what to do.

No sooner than you’ve hung up the phone from you conversation with Stephen, your phone is buzzing with Shawn’s name on the screen. You’re confused that he’s calling because you know that he and Katie are out with her sister and brother-in-law tonight since they happen to be in town for the weekend.

“Hello?” You answer.

“Y/n, where are you?” Shawn questions sounding very intense and undexpectedly demanding.

“I’m at home?” You respond almost like it’s more of a question than an answer.

“I’m going to pick up Ella.” He replies.

“Why? Aren’t you supposed to be having dinner with Katie’s sister tonight?”

“Yeah, we were, but Ella called.” He responds. “She wants to be picked up so I’m going to pick her up.”

“No, Shawn, go back to your dinner. I just talked to Stephen. She doesn’t need to be picked up. She shouldn’t have even called you.”

“She doesn’t want to be there with him, with them, and she called me and she wants to be picked up.” He says as though its that simple. You’re not sure what Ella said to him, but you can tell he’s very set on this decision he made.

“Shawn, I talked to her and I talked to Stephen. She just had an argument with Kaylee, but she needs to sort it out. You can’t just go pick her up.”

“Y/n, you’re leaving her with a complete stranger and she calls and you tell her you won’t pick her up so she called me so I am going to pick her up.” From the tone of Shawn’s voice, you can tell he’s clearly upset by all of this.

“Is that what she told you? I didn’t say that. Shawn, he’s not a complete stranger, he’s her father. Go back to your dinner. I’m going to call Ella right now to talk to her again, and if she needs to be picked up, I’ll go and pick her up.”

“If she tells you she wants to come home, you’ll pick her up?” Shawn presses, and you know he won’t give up unless you tell him what he wants to hear.

“Yes, Shawn. I’ll pick her up if she really wants to come home.”

“Okay, I’ll call you later.” He responds.

“Go back to your dinner and tell Katie I’m sorry.” You tell him before hanging up.

When you call Ella back, you talk to her for a few minutes, and she tells you that she still wants to come home, so you go to pick her up. Even though you did not want to pick her up just becuase she got into an argument with Kaylee, Shawn’s phone call made you rethink your resolve to have her stay and sort things out herself. You want her to know that you’re there for her always and she can count on you.  

Ella’s mostly quiet on the way home, despite you trying to get her to talk. She goes to bed shortly after you get home, and you can’t help but stay awake wondering if you handled the situation right. Not surprisingly, Shawn texts you a little later, asking if you picked up Ella, to which you let him know that you have and he doesn’t have to worry.

The next morning, Ella crawls into your bed at 6am and cuddles up next to you. Still half asleep, you pull her closer to yourself. “Mom?” She questions, sounding way too wide awake for this time of day.

“Mhmm?” You respond.

“Can I go to Shawn’s today?”

“Todays our day.” You reply without even opening your eyes. Ella spends nearly every Sunday afternoon with Shawn and Katie and will usually stay the night, then Shawn will drop her off at school in the morning. Saturdays are the only days you and Ella spend together, unless she ends up going with Stephen. Usually, Saturdays are the only days you have off, so you spend as much time with Ella as you can.

“Then can he and Katie come here?” She asks, and you open your eyes now, looking into her eyes. You study her for a second, and for the first time in a long time, you see so much of her dad in her face.

“El, what’s wrong?” You ask.

“Nothing,” She mumbles, averting her eyes.

“Why do you have to have to see Shawn today?” You ask, and she doesn’t answer right away, so you ask, “Did something happen at Stephen’s yesterday that you’re not telling me?”

She just shakes her head. She was really quiet last night, and had only told you she wanted to come home and didn’t want to stay the night last night, but she insisted that nothing else had gone wrong besides the argument with Kaylee whenever you prodded her. Even so, you feel guilty for it and know you’ll give in to her request if Shawn doesn’t mind. “He might be busy.” You finally respond.

“He’s not.” She says, sounding pretty sure.

“How do you know?” You ask her.

“I talked to him.” She says in that matter of fact voice that makes her sound more like eighteen than eight.

“When?”

“When I woke up.” After the words leave her lips, you glance at your watch to see if you were mistaken about the time earlier, but your watch says 6:03am, confirming it really is that early.

“Did you call him?” You ask, and she nods. “Ella,” Your voice indicates your disapproval, but she just stares up at you with her wide eyes, unfazed. You don’t even finish what you were trying to say. “What did Shawn say?” You ask instead.

“He said I could come over and that he could pick me up if you want him to.” She replies as though it should have been obvious, and you should have known that would be the answer. She’s right. You can’t think of a time Shawn denied Ella from spending time with him except for when he was working or out of town, and even then, especially as she’s gotten older, she’s tagged along with him to the studio or even on weekend trips once in a while.  

You give in, feeling a little bit guilty over everything that happened with the sleepover. “Alright, how about I make breakfast and we have Shawn and Katie over.” It’s been a while since you had seen both of them and spent time with them. Things have been extremely busy for you at work, so you’ve mostly just seen them for a few minutes at a time when you were dropping off or picking up Ella. Katie has become one of your best friends over the last two years that she and Shawn have been together, so it’ll be nice to have them both over for breakfast because you want to catch up with her too.

You decide to keep breakfast simple, just making pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Ella helped with cooking the eggs then she disappeared into her room, probably to play for a bit since she had already set the table and there was nothing else to cook. You’re just finishing up with the last of the pancakes when there’s a knock at the door. “Come in!” You call out from your spot at the stove. You had unlocked the front door earlier, knowing they’d be coming.  

You greet them both and apologize to them for Ella calling them last night and so early this morning since you still felt bad. They both insisted it was fine, and you’re reminded yet again why you’re so happy that Shawn is with Katie and not someone else. You can’t expect most people to be fine with your relationship with Shawn and the responsibility he has taken on in being a part of Ella’s life. It has come up as an issue in more than one of Shawn’s past relationships. However, Katie has always allowed Ella into her home and her life and seemed to welcome the weekly sleepovers and the random phone calls.  

You’ve checked with Shawn so many times about it, letting him know that if it was ever too much for them to have her so often or if it was straining their relationship in any way that he should just let you know and you wouldn’t send Ella there so often, but Shawn and Katie have both insisted that they like having her around. You can tell that Katie genuinely cares for Ella and likes to spend time with her, which is the only reason you allow Ella over there so often. The feeling is mutual because Ella absolutely adores Katie as well. Since you’ve been distant from your family for a long time, it is nice for Ella to have people close to her that you consider family.

Shawn takes a seat on the couch, while you and Katie continue talking in the kitchen. You start to mention the sleepover to her, wanting to hear her take on it all when Ella comes flying out of her room and you stop your conversation short, not wanting her to hear. She runs straight for Shawn, wrapping her arms around his neck since he’s sitting down and is almost eye level with her. He puts an arm around her, patting her back. Shawn shoots you a questioning look over her shoulder, but you only shrug.

Ella has always loved Shawn, but she doesn’t normally greet him like this. She’ll hug him regularly, but not usually with this much enthusiasm unless he’s been gone for a while, which doesn’t apply this time because Ella saw Shawn less than a week ago. She finally lets go of him, plopping down on the couch next to him and rolling around a bit, full of energy while Shawn asks, “What’s gotten into you?” But he keeps the question from being too serious because he’s got a smile on his face, so she just shrugs off his question, and you call them over for breakfast.

The four of you sit down to eat, and Ella is uncharacteristically quiet throughout the entire meal. The three adults keep the conversation going, but Ella rarely interjects, which is not like her. After breakfast, Ella leaves to go to the bathroom, and Shawn immediately turns to you as soon as she’s out of earshot. “What happened at Stephen’s?” He demands, and you knew that this question was coming, but you don’t have an answer.

You just shrug, “I don’t know. She won’t talk about it.”

“Did you ask Stephen if anything happened?” Shawn asks.

“No, he said it was just an argument between her and his girlfriend’s daughter. He wasn’t super happy that I was picking her up. He thinks I’m too protective.”

You can visibly see Shawn’s jaw clench, the telltale sign of his anger. Shawn was never Stephen’s biggest fan. The two of them got along alright while you were together, but only out of obligation. However, after the breakup, Stephen turned out to not be the best guy, and Shawn never hesitated to share his dislike for him with you. Shawn kept his negative thoughts about Stephen to himself around Ella, but you’d talk with Shawn about Stephen, especially whenever he’d pop up again with a text.  

Within the past few months, Stephen’s been coming up a lot more in conversation because Stephen has been around a lot more. Shawn understands that Stephen is Ella’s dad and that means she should know him. However, Shawn has a lot harder of a time understanding how Stephen could walk away in the first place and take eight years to get his shit together enough to be in Ella’s life. You’re not sure if he will ever let that go.

“I’ll talk to her.” Shawn finally says, and you’re glad that you’re not having to get into it with him right now about Stephen. When Ella comes back from the bathroom, she plops down next to Shawn on the couch.

You go to the kitchen to clean up the breakfast dishes, and Katie follows, leaving Shawn and Ella to talk. You and Katie finish cleaning up the dishes as you talk to her about Stephen and the sleepover. She notes that Ella seems a lot quieter today, showing that she noticed it too. She also shares that Ella seemed pretty upset the night before when she called Shawn to pick her up.

You knew that Ella was upset because she called you, but you didn’t expect her to call Shawn as well, and you didn’t expect that she would be so upset that she would convince him to leave his dinner and pick her up when he knew you intentionally weren’t doing anything just in case she needed you.

When the kitchen is clean, you and Katie end up sitting at the kitchen table talking while Shawn and Ella are still in the living room. You can hear their voices through the open doorway but can’t understand what they’re saying.

After a little while, Shawn enters the kitchen and takes a seat at the table. Both you and Katie stop your conversation and look expectantly at him, wanting to know if Ella said anything about the sleepover.

He takes a deep breath before saying. “They got into an argument and Kaylee basically told her that Stephen never wanted her to be his daughter. She said she heard him tell her mom that. And then when Ella got upset, Stephen didn’t even tell her it wasn’t true. He basically just said she was overreacting.” Shawn keeps his voice low, so Ella can’t hear him over the sound of the tv, but you can tell he’s upset, and you are too.

“That’s what really happened?” You reply in disbelief. Hearing it breaks your heart all over again. You always knew Stephen didn’t want a kid when you had Ella, but you never wanted her to know that. To some extent, you know she knew because he was not in her life for so long, but you didn’t want her to ever have to hear it from anyone. An eight-year old should never have to hear that they’re unwanted by their dad. No one should have to hear that they’re unwanted by their parent no matter what age they are.

Shawn nods solemnly, “I wouldn’t have wanted to stay there either. And I can’t believe he didn’t tell you any of that.”

“So, what did you tell her?” You ask, choosing to ignore his last comment about Stephen. You know you’ll have to have a conversation with Ella about all of this later, probably after Shawn and Katie leave.

“I just told her the same thing I’ve been telling her since she started asking about him when she was five. That he’s the one losing out, not her. But what do you tell a kid after something like that happens?”

You shrug because he’s right and you don’t know what you’re going to say to her. “We can talk about this later.” You say quietly because you don’t want Ella to accidentally overhear what you’re saying.

Shawn nods and changes the subject. After a bit, the three of you move back into the living room where Ella is still watching cartoons. You settle on the couch, grateful to have a lazy morning with your favorite people. Since Ella had been going with Stephen most Saturdays lately, you haven’t been able to spend as much time with her as you were used to. And you had been picking up more shifts at the cafe, so you haven’t been able to see Shawn or Katie much either.

The peaceful scene is interrupted by the doorbell ringing. You weren’t expecting anyone, but you walk over to the door anyway, opening it up. When you see Stephen on the other side, you’re shocked, to say the least.

You step outside instead of inviting him in. Closing the door behind you, you say, “What are you doing here?”

“It’s Saturday, and since you took Ella last night, I came to see my daughter.”

It takes everything you have in you to not lash out at him. After taking a very deep, very necessary breath, you ask, “What happened last night that made Ella so upset?”

“I already told you, she and Kaylee were just having an argument, regular kid stuff, you know how it is. And she got really upset, that’s when she called you and said she wanted to come home. I was sorting it out, but she just wanted to get picked up, so they never got to resolve it.”

From the tone of his voice, you can tell he was not very happy with her decision and yours as well. You knew that last night, though. What you didn’t know was what actually happened. And if Shawn hadn’t talked to Ella, you’re not sure if you would know since Ella didn’t seem too keen on telling you.

“Seriously, Stephen?” You question in disbelief.

“Yeah, and you came and picked her up before we could even sort anything out. I let you take her home last night, but it’s Saturday, so I want to at least take her to breakfast and spend time with her.”

“Why?” You question, more venom in your voice than you intended.

“Because she’s my kid.”

“Okay, but that never meant anything to you for the past eight years. Why now?”

“I already told you, I wasn’t ready for the responsibility of being a dad back then, and I didn’t want to come into her life unless I knew that I could actually be here for her. I’m trying now, Y/n, cut me a break.”

You’re tired of his excuses, so you cut right to the chase, “Did your girlfriend’s kid tell Ella that you never wanted her?”

He didn’t think you’d find out, you can see it on his face. “Hold on, that’s not what happened.” He starts trying to explain, but the truth is, you don’t want to hear it.

“Just leave, Stephen. She’s not going with you today. Not after everything.”

“Y/n, it wasn’t that bad. She’s just sensitive.”

“Do not talk about her. She deserves so much better than you.” You tell him before turning and going back inside, closing the door behind you. You lean on the door for a second, eyes closed as you take a deep breath. When you open your eyes, you can see Ella, Katie, and Shawn all in the living room. Ella is watching tv, unaware of anything going on, meanwhile, Shawn and Katie and are both watching you silently. As you start walking toward them, the doorbell starts ringing again, and you’d like to punch Stephen in the face.

When you don’t turn around to go back to the door, Ella’s attention is drawn away from the tv. “Who is it?” She asks.

As much as you don’t want to tell her, you’re not going to lie. You’ve always committed to being as honest with Ella as possible, and since she’s directly impacted and involved, you won’t hide this from her. “Your dad.”

“Why is he here?” She questions, but you can tell she isn’t happy to hear that.

Shawn and Katie may have had an idea it was him, but they didn’t know either since you stepped outside so quickly after opening the door. Shawn sits up straighter as his eyes dart from you to Ella, to the door Stephen is undoubtedly standing behind.

“He came because he said it’s Saturday and you usually see him on Saturdays.”

You pause, studying her reaction. She doesn’t say whether or not she wants to go. Instead, she asks, “What did you say?”

“I told him you weren’t going with him.” You respond.

“Was he mad?” She asks, timidly.

“It doesn’t matter.” You reply as the doorbell rings again. She clearly can tell that her dad is still here.

“I’ll just go. I don’t want everyone to be mad.” Ella says, but you can see it on her face that she’s torn because she really doesn’t want to go. She’s always been such a sweet kid, and Stephen has nothing to do with that, so Stephen shouldn’t get to benefit from it. It’s not fair to her, especially after what happened last night.

“No, El, baby, you don’t have to go with him.” You reply, and she stays silent for a second, thinking.

In the meantime, Shawn walks over to the door, pulling it open, “She doesn’t want to go with you, just leave.” He says, forcefully.

“Hey, man, stay out of this. She’s my daughter, not yours.” Stephen replies clearly taken aback that Shawn is standing in front of him. You can’t see Shawn’s face, but you know he’s pissed.

“You could’ve fooled me.” Shawn responds, still managing to keep his cool.

“Ella, let’s go!” Stephen calls out, knowing Ella is here, even though Shawn is standing in his way and won’t let him in.

Ella stands from the couch, but you gently wrap your arm around her waist and turn her around. You shake your head at her, and she doesn’t attempt to move anymore. Stephen needs to know that he cannot come here and behave this way. He needs to know that what happened the night before is not okay. You’ve tried to be as accommodating as possible, but you will not stand by or accommodate this.

She’s not in danger, at least you don’t think she is. But even so, you don’t want her to go with Stephen right now because she called you just last night telling you she wanted to come home from Stephen’s and you haven’t even been able to have a full conversation with her about it.

Katie speaks up, “Hey El, how about we go play in your room for a bit while everything gets sorted out.” She smiles at Ella, and Ella nods, no doubt feeling the tension, but also knowing she’s safe with Katie. You meet Katie’s eyes before she walks away, and you silently convey how grateful you are.

As they disappear down the hall, you walk back toward the door where Shawn and Stephen are having an intense conversation. “You don’t have a right to see her. It doesn’t work like that.” You hear Shawn say.

“She’s my daughter. I do have a right to see her.”

“No, actually, you don’t. There is no custody agreement in place. Y/n has sole legal custody of Ella, and she always has. You’ve been MIA for eight years, and all of a sudden you think it’s your right to see her. You’re just lucky Y/n is as forgiving as she is because God knows you don’t deserve it.” Shawn had to know those were fighting words, but he said them anyway. You know you have to step in or things will get a lot worse.

“He’s right. You don’t have legal custody. Ella is not going with you today, especially after all of this, but if you leave right now and I talk to Ella about what happened and how she’s feeling, I’ll call you and we can figure things out. But I’m serious Stephen, leave. Now.” You have to intentionally keep your voice low because if not, you know you’d start screaming at him. Stephen just looks at you then at Shawn before taking a step back.

“Call me.” He mumbles before turning around and walking back toward his car. You and Shawn both stand silently and watch him retreat. Only when he finally gets into his car does Shawn close the door and lock it, turning to you.

“Unbelievable.” He mutters. “Are you okay?” Shawn asks, looking down at you, and when you nod, Shawn asks, “Is Ella okay?” He starts walking toward Ella’s room, but you stop him before he even takes two steps.

“Hey, calm down.” You tell him quietly, not wanting him to barge into Ella’s room while he’s still upset.

“Did you just witness what I did? And you’re telling me to calm down.” Shawn responds in disbelief, and you can tell he’s still just as riled up, which is odd for Shawn since he isn’t the type to get angry easily.

“Yes. I don’t want Ella to think something is wrong.” You explain.

“Something is wrong. Who the fuck does he think he is? He’s lucky he gets to see Ella at all and he comes here saying it’s his right...” As Shawn continues to rant, you begin processing everything that just happened. Stephen should have never shown up the way he did. You’ll have to sort something out with him regarding custody. Even though you tried avoiding it, if Stephen is serious about seeing Ella, you may have to actually go to court to get a custody agreement. You’re just afraid that will mean Ella will be forced to see him, which is why you chose to never ask for anything from Stephen and never push any type of custody agreement or even have him added to her birth certificate.

While all of these thoughts are running through your mind, you notice Shawn is still so upset. It feels shocking to you because of how calm Shawn usually is in stressful or intense situations, which is what made you two work so well as friends for so long. You finally interrupt his rant against Stephen, saying the first thing that comes to mind, “You feel like he’s encroaching on your territory.”

“My territory? You and Ella are not territory.” He responds outraged by the idea, and you have to admit it was a poor choice of words. Shawn continues his rant, your statement obviously not fulfilling the purpose you intended it to have, “He wasn’t there when she was born and would cry all night because of colic. He wasn’t there when she started talking or when she started preschool. He didn’t teach her to ride a bike or swim or play the piano. It’s not about territory. It’s about the fact that he never stepped up as her dad, even though he had so many opportunities to, and then all of a sudden, he thinks he can play the dad card and fucking guilt trip her into going with him. That’s why I’m mad.”

Shawn is right. Every single thing he said was right, and you won’t even try to pretend otherwise. “You’re right.” You pause, and silence settles between the two of you. Finally, you say, “I’m going to check on Ella.” You turn and start walking toward Ella’s room.

“Me too.” You hear Shawn say, but you spin around to stop him.

“Not while you’re still mad.” You tell him seriously.

Shawn opens his mouth like he’s about to argue, but he decides not to and sits down on the couch instead of following you into Ella’s room. Ella looks up from playing with her doll when you walk in. You take a seat on her bed, and she asks, “Is he gone?”

You nod, “Yes.” You say quietly. “Can we talk for a bit, El?” You ask, and she looks up at you questioningly. Katie excuses herself and steps out while you move to the floor to sit next to Ella. It takes a few seconds for you to finally find the right words to talk about Stephen. When you ask about him, Ella finally shares the same thing she told Shawn earlier, and you’re able to talk to her about what happened the day before.

After talking for twenty minutes, you feel like you finally made it clear to Ella how much she is loved, and you helped her understand that she didn’t owe Stephen anything and she could decide whether or not she sees him.

She seems to feel better after it all, and you both walk back out to the living room where Shawn and Katie are waiting for you. You can tell Shawn is still a little bit upset but talking to Katie helped. They decide to leave after a little longer, and you settle in for a lazy afternoon with Ella, which you’re grateful for. Before Stephen popped back into the picture, your Saturdays went like this a lot, but after he started taking Ella on Saturdays, you haven’t seen her nearly as much.

The next day, you drop Ella off at Shawn’s in the afternoon, intentionally showing up a little early to give yourself some time to talk to them before going to work.

Ella runs off to her room to play with a new doll set Shawn had bought her the week before. She’s been talking about it almost nonstop since she was here last week.

When you and Shawn are alone, you waste no time, “Should I have not let Stephen see Ella again? I’m so scared he’s going to hurt her, well hurt her more than he already has. She’s such a sweet kid, she doesn’t deserve this.”

“If you stand between them, she’ll grow up blaming you for the lack of their relationship.” Shawn replies, clearly having thought through this too.

“I thought yesterday you were against him. I thought you were on my side.”

He sighs, placing a hand on each of your shoulders to help calm you down, something he’s been doing since you were both teenagers. “I’m on your side. I’m always on your side.”

“It doesn’t feel like it. I don’t know what to do. She’s still so little. I don’t want her to get hurt. She knows so much more than she lets on. She knows that he didn’t come around for the first eight years of her life and a dad who cared wouldn’t do that. His excuse is the shittiest excuse ever, but I don’t want to tell her that.”

“You don’t have to tell her that.” He whispers.

Silence settles between you two, until you finally say that thing you’ve thought about in the back of your mind ever since Stephen came back into your lives and even sometimes before then. “What if he wants custody? And we have to go to court? And then he will have a right to her and I’ll be forced to share her, and she will have to go over there. What if she doesn’t want to go? But what if she has to?” You fire all of these questions one after the other without even stopping to breath or give him a chance to reply.

“Hey, hey, y/n, calm down. That’s not going to happen, okay? Ella’s old enough to decide if she wants to see him or not, and a judge will respect that if it ever gets to that point.”

“I’m just stressed.” You respond, knowing Shawn is probably right. This isn’t the first conversation you’ve had with him regarding parenting and how you’re terrified to be doing it wrong. He’s been there to support you through all the decisions you were afraid to make and all the questions you had about how to raise a child.

“I know, try not to worry about it, okay? Just give it some time, talk to Ella about it more, about what she wants. And then talk to Stephen. It’s going to be okay.” Shawn reassures you and helps by putting a complete plan into words.

You just nod, still feeling like the weight of the world is on your shoulders. You finally stand up, thanking Shawn, and knowing you have to leave right away, or you’ll be late for work. You go and say goodbye to Ella. When you come back out, Shawn says, “Katie’s going to take Ella to school tomorrow, but you’re picking her up right?”

“Yeah, I can pick her up.” You say, grabbing your purse and keys, “Wait, are you leaving?”

“Yeah, remember I have to go to LA for two weeks, but Katie will still be here.” He responds.

With everything that has been going on lately, you had completely forgotten. “Does Ella know?”

“Yeah, I reminded her a couple of times.”

You’re honestly a little bummed to know Shawn’s leaving right now in the middle of everything feeling uncertain and not sorted out with Stephen, but you’re looking forward to a girl’s night with Katie, something you, her, and Ella do nearly every time Shawn is out of town. Aaliyah comes too sometimes if she’s not busy, so you make a mental note to text them both later to schedule it.

You’re determined to move on like normal, even though things have felt so far from normal lately. You hug Shawn and tell him to have a good flight before rushing off to work, knowing you’re almost certainly going to be late.

~

I’d love to hear your thoughts about Stephen, Shawn’s reaction and behavior, and abourt whether or not you want Shawn and y/n to remain platonic! Feel free to message me! 

[sunflowerbloomss]

Hi! I've seen your post about Unorthodox. As a person who is not Jewish I wanted to search for opinions about this show here on tumblr to get to know different points of views, especially from Jewish people. Then I found your post and a few other posts. Many of them were criticising the show for using the "escape from the cult" trope. Yours was rather positive. Those people said that it's making Hasidic people look bad and that it's ignorant. What's your take on this?

hello!!! i actually have a lot to say about this so bear with me for a sec. my tl;dr is basically that the “escape from the cult” trope is always bound to showing “the cult” in the worst way possible, while on unorthodox the only person with bad motives from the community is moishe.

i’ll start by saying that the hasidic community they’re talking about is satmar, which is located in brooklyn and has many of the “rules” (for a lack of a better english word i know) that are presented in the series. they didn’t state the name in the series because they would sue their asses, but keep in mind that we’re talking about one of the most strict hasidic communities there are in the world. i am not as familiar with the subject as i would like to be, but i know names of a few hasidic communities and approximately how strict they are (though it’s complicated). satmar are known for leading a pretty strict way of life. when i told my mom i’m watching a show about a girl running away from satmar, she said “yeah, well, with them, the only way out is running of suicide”. (keep in mind that my mom really doesn’t like religion). so, generally - we’re talking about a very strict community that is known for being so strict.

now, to the series - i don’t think  they’re showing the community esty runs from to be a cult. i think that when we see esty “following the rules” she’s happy even after she runs she still loves her community. when things are not getting complicated for her - and even when they only start to - esty is still happy. she’s married and she has her family and she’s doing the things she loves. she realises she doesn’t belong there when she understands she has to give up the things she loves to do things she doesn’t love because “that’s the way it is”. when she gives up her piano lessons to go to this woman who tries to teach her how to have sex, when she forces herself to have sex even though she doesn’t want to, when she realises she has to live with yanky for the rest of her life even though she wants to go back to her grandmother’s house for a bit. this is where things start to get complicated for her - when she has to do the things she doesn’t want to do.

that’s when she decides to run. that’s when she thinks she can’t do this anymore, becuase she doesn’t like the idea of doing things simply because she must. now, here’s the time to stop and get back to reality again. i believe some of the criticism is about the fact that the series shows esty “having” to do things she doesn’t want to do to make hasidic communities look bad and sexist. i do not know personally someone who came from a hasidic communities (and frankly, i’m too lazy to google it) but i do know religious and haredi jewish people, and i’ll tell you this - from my personal experience and from many different people’s personal experiences, the more religious you are the more it’s okay for you to be sexist. this is a huge generalization, but i’ll say that orthodox jewish communities have a sexism problem (just like many other communities, yeah? i’m just saying that for our own discussion). i can talk a lot about sexism and judaism, but i’ll shorten this huge essay to this - ignoring the ways orthodox jewish communities use the bible and the rules of judaism to justify and amplify their oppression of women is also a problem. we don’t like to talk about it, because then we feel like we portray judaism as bad, but imo not talking about it or trying to soften it is unfair to every woman who gets beaten down by it. so i think showing the community pushing esty to have children and listen to her husband is not only okay but important. that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t talk about other good things that happen in religious communities, but if we decide to talk about orthodox judaism we have to talk about this. imo it was very well done.

anyway, back to the story - so esty decides to leave. and she doesn’t tell anyone about it, because she knows they wouldn’t let her go if she would. how does she know that? she sees how much they despise anyone who decides to leave. this is also something that is important to represent about hasidic communities (and also about any orthodox communities, the more religious they are the importance of representing it grows) - they don’t like it when people leave. sometimes it’s because they’re afraid some things that are secret about their community would get to other people who are not part of it and then the community would lose it secrecy (which can be both good and bad, if you’d ask me). once again i don’t know a lot of stories regarding different hasidic communities (and every one of them is so different so the stories would be different) but i know many stories of people from religious and haredi communities who told their family they don’t want to be religious anymore, and their family had abandoned them. my disclaimer is that there are in fact some stories about those who are still in great touch with their family, and that they visit on holidays and so, but there are many stories about people who end up losing their family because they didn’t want this type of life anymore and the family couldn’t agree to that. (there are also many stories like this about families disowning gay kids in the name of the bible, but that’s for a different show). so anyway - the community wanting esty back even though it’s clear that she doesn’t want to go back to them is not portraying them as a cult. it’s pretty realistic imo.

and hey, she never says that she ran because she hates them and that she wants “to take this cult down” (which is a very important thing in the “escape from the cult” trope). she said she left because “i didn’t fit in there”. she didn’t try to take with her anyone, she didn’t try to “save” anyone from her community. if this show had really taken the road of showing hasidic communities as a cult, esty would’ve tried to take her aunt and grandma with her. she didn’t.

another thing that is important is how the only person from the community who is supposed to be unlikeable all through the series is moishe. now, i have something to say about this. there is a chance it’s by chance, there is a chance it’s just because how this turned out, but moishe - the character we’re supposed to hate - is the only character from the community (who isn’t esty or her mom) which “enjoys” sins. we have him betting (forbidden), and even though i think it’s not forbidden we have him taking yanky to a strip clup with him, which isn’t something i believe the community would look at as happily. moishe, then, is a character that sins both in the religion and in morals. he scares esty and he breaks into her mom’s house, he constantly lies to yanky just because he wants to. looking at all the characters who stayed in the community, the only one the audience is supposed to dislike is moishe. we’re supposed to like yanky, because he just wants to bring esty back; we’re supposed to like the grandmother, because she feels bad that both her daughter and her granddaughter left the community; we’re supposed to like the aunt, because she cares so much about esty and she doesn’t really know what to do.

so, really, after all that, we’ve come to the conclusion that the community esty comes from is shown both positively and negatively. the criticism isn’t there just because the director wanted the viewer to hate everything esty came from - it’s there because it’s important to show the negative sides of strict communities. we’re only supposed to dislike one character - moishe - who is someone we probably should’ve disliked even in another show, at a different time. 

i do want to say something about yael, since she’s the only representation of secular judaism in this show and imo her character is fantastic. as i said on one of my posts - i hate her guts, but i love her character. she’s the representation of the secular judaism, and when we see her from esty’s pov we see just how many things she does are not to many people’s liking. when esty says “my parents lost their whole families in the holocaust” and she replies “so did half of israel” we can understand how for her it’s not as a big deal as it is to esty. she talks about hasidic people the way this series is blamed for showing them - “they’re nuts, the men study the torah every day and the women are baby machines”. if this series truly would’ve wanted to show this pov (which would think esty escaped a cult) we would conclude that yael is right. but she’s not, and it’s something we see a lot in the show.

this is long and this concludes to the point that i don’t think this show uses a trope of “escaping the cult”. it clearly has criticism about the hasidic community, which is pretty justified in my opinion, but it’s not seen as a cult. i would also like to mention that this series is based on a book by a woman who also left the satmar community. i haven’t read it so idk how accurate to her story the series is, but the themes are first and foremost introduced here by someone who actually lived there.

this was long and if you’ve actually read all of this i’m really happy!! i hope this is good enough of an answer. kinda messy and i probably forgot a few things, but my main point stands. i do get however why there are people who don’t like this show, but i personally think it’s very well done, so. yeah. that’s all

[fuck-miniladd]

This post is a few days late since I already wrote it out but then lost all of it and I didn’t really feel like writing the entire essay again, but I feel obligated as someone who has a “Mini Ladd” hate blog, so here it is.

Three days ago, some drama went down in the BBS fandom, primaliry between MiniLadd AKA Craig and TheGamingTerroriser AKA Brian. What I’m going to do in the post is present all the posts and explain in depth why Craig is the worst.

It all started when Craig tweeted this:  

Before I start saying anything, let’s just make it clear that there was no reason to “clear” any air at all. The rumor Craig mentioned hasn’t been something that people were spreading a lot or even mentioning to be honest. As someone who went out of their way to try to find information about why Craig left, I feel it’s safe to say that not many people blamed anyone for anything and that it wasn’t even on anyones mind. It’s old news. No one really even cared about it anymore. He randomly brought up old drama for seemingly no reason at all. Moving on, there’s a lot to unpack in this tweet so I’ll be dividing the note he sent into bits and explain my point of view of things with the help of Brian’s side (which he tweeted later). You can find Brian’s full response here. It’s important you read this before coming to any conclusions, I will be using information from it (but I will also explain it so no need to read it before reading this).

So let’s take a look at Craig’s firs tweet, here is how it starts off:

This first line alone already sits uncomfortably and seems to have an ulterior motive. As I said before, it’s something really random to even bring up. Other than that, the way he phrased the rumor, “I hate everyone I used to play with”, frames it in a way where this story only has one side. If the rumor is only that Craig hates other people, all he has to do is explain/prove that he doesn’t hate them. This leaves no place for any other point of views. This would be fine if that’s all there was to this, and if he didn’t blame Brian for everything. The rumor is more “MiniLadd isn’t friends with some of the members of the group anymore” and less “MiniLadd hates them”, which seems like a minor difference, but in reality, it both manages to eliminate other peoples’ point of view and paint himself as the victim. Also notice how he says “everyone I used to play with” and not “the old group” or something along those lines, which if you know Craig well, you know he’s always had an issue with calling the group “a group”, mostly because he felt like he was under Vanoss AKA Evan’s shadow (you can search MiniLadd’s twitter for key words “Vanoss” or “group” and you’ll see tweets regarding this point) which is just another shitty personality trait he has.

Now Craig begins explaining himself, and holy shit do I have things to say about this:

Craig claims that the main clash is between himself and Brian (true) and that it happened over a year ago at E3 when Brian made fun of Craig by saying, and here’s a “near quote”: “it’s so sad you’re too fucked up to take a joke anymore”. Of course that if this was true, then Craig has every right to not want to talk to Brian anymore, but since I’ve been following both of them for a while now, I can say that this doesn’t sound accurate or like Brian at all. Brian also retweeted Craig’s tweet and said that the quote he put is “pure slander” and that he’d never make fun of anyone’s mental health.

Of course, up to here we have no way of really knowing the truth, but if you read Brian’s point of view, things start to make more sense. Let’s start with the fact that this is exactly around the time Brian’s dad passed away. This information isn’t hidden and you can see the dates add up by checking when E3 was and by checking Brian’s old twitter posts where he talks about it. Now I find it extremley hard to believe Brian said what Craig claims he said in the first place, but if you add the fact that Brian himself wasn’t in his best mental state, it makes even less sense for him to make a comment like that. Why would someone who he himself is having a hard time mentally and knows how it feels make fun of someone else at the same time? Brian also explains the whole story (from his point of view) which seems to make sense and explain a lot. I will try to present Brian’s story shortly right now.

According to Brian, he bumped into Craig at at the E3 Monstercat party. After the party, he took an Uber with Craig and Wildcat AKA Tyler to someone’s house. In the Uber, Tyler made some joke about Craig’s ferrari (yes he owns a ferrari... and you want it say he isn’t a dick?) to which Brian joined, because you know, friends make fun of each other all the time. Fast forward, they reach their destination. Brian says that a lot of people needed to use the bathroom, so he made a joke saying he’ll pee in the pool and pulled down his pants and pretended to pee in it. So far sounds a lot like how I’d expect an after party of a bunch of 20 somethings to go. Brian says that later, Craig went up to his girlfriend who was alone in her room, and when he came back down he made it seem that Brian and his girlfriend (Lanai) were unwelcome, so they left. Brian claims that he believed everything was fine and maybe he just misinterpeted what was going on. Moving on to the next day, apparently the group wanted to have a dinner together becuase they rarely all meet up together. Craig took it upon himself to make the reservation, where he invited everyone but Brian and his girlfriend. Brian only found out about the dinner three hours before when BasicallyIDoWrk AKA Marcel found out that he wasn’t invited and brought it to his attention. When Marcel asked Craig why he left Brian out, Craig said he’d tell him over dinner (which confirms that he did it on purpose and didn’t have any intent on adding him). During dinner, Craig explained that the night before Brian was making everything awkward for everyone else with the Ferrai joke and pool joke specifically. After dinner, Brian and his girlfriend went to a party that all his friends attended, including Mini. In the party, Mini approached him with a half-hearted “Hi”, which upset Brian because it made it clear to him Craig wasn’t aware of how upset Brian was over the way Mini handled things up to this point. Brian explained to Mini that if he did anything that upset him, he should’ve just told him and he would’ve stopped and even apologized. Brian had no way of really knowing that his jokes made Craig feel awkward or uncomfortable, and since they’re friends, he’d expect Craig to tell him that. Since they’re friends, again, not inviting him to a dinner with all his friends that happens maybe every 4 years instead of just talking about it normally was just extremely immature, selfish and straight up cruel (my words, not Brian’s). Craig interjected with “I have so much in my mind right now” to which Brian replied with “We all have things going on in our life”. (Get ready for this next part because it literally shook me) then, Craig said “but Brian, my dog just died” to which Brian replied with “Craig, my dad just died but that doesn’t give me the right to take my frustrations out on everyone else because of my own personal grievances and use that as a reasonable excuse for my actions. I can’t tell what’s going on in your brain, no one can. Unless you tell me about your personal issues, how can I tell that you’re sensitive to jokes we are making that we think are all in good fun but unaware to me, it’s upsetting you? You can’t hold that against me as if I am attacking you and being a dick on purpose because I don’t lnow what’s going on inside your brain.” Let’s make it clear that I don’t believe this is exactly what was said, but I do believe this is much closer to the truth than “it’s so sad you’re too fucked up to take a joke anymore”. It’s a realisitic response to a realistic story that’s backed up by facts we can easily check. I would also like to add the fact Brian mentioned specifically Tyler and especially Marcel in the story. Marcel’s role in Brian’s story is crucial, and I doubt Brian would lie that he was part of it. If that part of the story didn’t happen, Marcel can just call Brian out for it (I don’t expect him to join in on the drama, but if something like that didn’t really happen I’d expect at least Mini to call it out and ask Marcel for back up). It’s also important to note that Marcel is still playing a lot with Brian and seems to still be good friends with him, while he doesn’t seem to really be in contact with Mini and Mini also didn’t mention him in his dumb rant about how he still has friends (more on that later), which leads me to the solid conclusion that if he were to take a side, it would be Brian’s, and that what Brian said was true. Moving on, Brian said he ended the conversation and not Mini like he claimed he did. This one point is something that I won’t say much about because it doesn’t really have much importance to the story overall, but I would like to say that Craig saying he is the one who stopped the conversation because he “couldn’t take this”, wether it’s true or not (it’s not), is another way he paints himself as the victim and righteous one. Craig then says he told Brian if he wants to apologize to him he can come to him. Brian says that Craig passed this message onto him through Marcel, which again adding Marcel into the mix makes Brian’s story more believable. That last line was also used by Craig to make himself seem like a good guy. Then Craig says he reached out to Brian when he was at Tyler’s house to which Brian didn’t reply. Brian explained he chose to ignore it because it didn’t feel sincere, which it probably wasn’t: Tyler and everyone else who was at Tyler’s probably encouraged Craig to send Brian a message because they obviously don’t want their friends in a feud. After reading Brian’s post, things seem to make more sense. Brian’s side is more believable in every single possible way, so by now I’m convinced that that’s almost exactly what happened.

Finally I can move on to the next paragraph Craig wrote:

He says Brian has made it seem like Craig hates everyone on his streams. Are you serious Craig? Brian replied to this claim with video proof (notice it’s not in chronological order. If anyone has any questions about this point DM me) of what really happened. I already made a seperate post (linked later) about this, but to summarise it shortly, Craig brought the subject up in one of his streams first in a rude way that was pretty insulting to the group (he also made it seem himself that he wasn’t really their friend anymore by saying “they still play Gmod?”. A friend would know something like that...). There’s a lot more to say about that video but as I already said I already made a post about that so you can go check that out. Anyways, after this happend, Brian commented on the feud in one of his livestreams because the chat kept spamming about it. Brian only mentioned the things Craig mentioned, so it’s obvious he didn’t even want to talk about it and he only did because Craig already “revealed” some information about it. Now Craig talks about how he still meets up with some of the guys which is boring and dumb. He also mentions Evan and says they’re good friends which is funny considering this post and how he was always, and probably still is, extremley jealous of Evan (check Craig’s twitter for “Vanoss” or “group”).

The next paragraph is the continuation of the previous one:

Ok ya you still have friends whatever. Then he blames Brian again that he spread the rumor by saying Mini “ditched everyone”. If you look at the streams Brian (and I) linked you can see exactly what was said, and that if anyone started a rumor it was Mini himself. Then he once again pretends to be the good guy in this whole scenario by wishing Brian all the best and what not.

Now comes my favorite part:

Craig says he wanted to let the world know, which is just hilarious because he later claims he wanted it to be private but couldn’t because Brian wasn’t answering, so he completly contardicted himself in the span of an hour or two (also known as lying, in this case, to look good). To make this even better, he only said he wanted it to be private when Nogla AKA David mentioned it here:

For context, this is what Craig commented on Brian’s post (as in Brian’s retweet of Craig’s first tweet. It’s the fourth screenshot I shared). Also here’s Brian’s reply to it because it’s solid:

Going back to David’s reply, Craig replied to him by saying that Brian’s side of the story is on Youtube while his isn’t anywhere. David then asked Craig to send a link as proof. I personally tried to look for any video presenting Brian’s side and surprise surprise, found nothing at all, which is really funny considering the fact Craig claims there are “a lot of vidoes floating around of his (Brian’s) side of the story”:

Later, Craig tweeted another dumb tweet that paints himself as the victim, to which David replied with: "Why didn’t you reply to my tweet to you?” (I can’t add anymore images. If anyone is interested of seeing screenshots of the rest, DM me)

(Regarding the tweet where he asked for video proof). Craig hasn’t answered yet, and doesn’t seem like he’s planning on answering him, which I get because he straight up lied and doesn’t have any proof to back up what he said.

We finally reached Craig’s last tweet: “The last thing i’m going to tweet on this. Dont pick sides. Dont sent hate anyones way, this is not the intent. The intent was to clear the air after a lot of peoples suspicions and after things were said about me. Let’s all move on together. Much love <3″

At least the first sentence here isn’t a lie! That’s a first for Mini! Other than that, it’s very interesting how he tells people not to pick sides after what he said about Brian. If you only read Mini’s side, it really seems like Brian is a complete ass who honestly doesn’t deserve the benefit of the doubt. He just knows Brian will reply to him, so he’s already defending himself and ending the discussion before Brian gets a chance. He once again manages to erase Brian’s point of view before he even gets a chance to say it by telling people not to pick sides. If there are no sides to be picked, there is no reason to read the other side. He then once again pretends to be an angel by saying there’s no need to send hate, explaining this was just to put a rumor to rest (even though there was really no need to do that Craig) and asking everyone to move on... from something that no one really even cared about until he brought it up. A final point to conclude all of Mini’s tweets is how much his version of the story victimizes himself and makes Brian seem really evil. It’s true that if you only read Brian’s side you’re more likely to be on Brian’s side, but Brian’s is much more objective than Mini’s. Brian truly tells it how it is, and honeslty, until Craig doesn’t invite him to the dinner, you also feel for Craig in Brian’s story.

A couple hours later, Brian tweets this: Sorry for the drama today guys. This isn’t fair on you and that’s why I wanted this to stay private <3″

To me this seems pretty genuine since all he says is that he wanted this “feud” to stay private, which is backed up by the fact that, ya know, he never mentioned it until Mini did (even before with the streams). Also notice how Brian spells correctly and Mini doesn’t lol. The next day, Brian finally tweets his reply which in comparison to Craig’s is detailed, realisitic, has proof, is well worded, didn’t come out of nowhere just to start drama, and is just genuine in every single way (link in the beginning).

So in conclusion, I think the entire twitter thread was made for me because it just showed all of Craig’s ugly sides: selfish, immature, idiot, heartless, shit friend, shit person, irrational, crybaby and self-centered. If you weren’t sure if you like Craig or not, this thread should easily sway you to the “fuck MiniLadd” side. I hope no one sends Brian any sort of hate because of the lies Craig wrote. I’m happy for him he ended his relationship with such a toxic friend and hope the rest of the crew see it soon too.

[birthdaylobotomy]

The term “it’s ____’s world we’re just living in it” makes me sooooooooooo like overwhelmed and unhappy becuase I my mind has concincrd me from a very young age that I may be the only real person and everything else is some mass illusion caused by scientists keeping my brain in a car and everything I feel and see and experience is all simulated and I am the only person who is actually real. like. I could never be somebody else Becuase they don’t exist. if it’s someone else’s world than that means I am not real. Like I seriously can’t see anyone else being real this is really fucking me up right now and I want to ask if anyone else feels like way but nobody anywhere even listens to me anymore. I say things and nobody responds I post thing nobody notices aaahha it’s like I’m not the main character and that would mean everything I do is meaningless becuase I’m not real. But I know I have to be the main character becuase I talk to people about my thoughts and they have never thought of such things like I am too eccentric for these shallow fake things to understand????? this is such a horrible feeling i can’t escape it no matter once I have thought this since I was little when I bring it up they always say “no I haven’t thought that before” like they can’t even reply to that or else they’d break. When I post none of this is real I don’t do it as a joke it’s serious I can’t even be comforted. It’s never been this bad.

[theycallmemrgluskin]

// Mun update. It is a lil negative so just keep that in mind for those that might be a tad bit sensative.

So as I mentioned in a post yesterday, I was pretty depressed over the fact that my new car that I named Gluskinator, has so many issues and the engine is on the verge of blowing up. I’ve actually managed to take it to the car dealership today and they are going to cover it with warranty and try to fix it all up but in all honesty since my high hopes have been so badly crashed [becuase I honestly thought getting a new car and starting to improve on myself was good and I had hopes for the future]  by it all and I just don’t care anymore what happened to it or myself. Theres also the stress from work because they haven’t been allowing me a single days break recently as they keep calling and asking me to come in and work for them when legally they have to give me 5 days off to recover from 6 days of night shift.

Then of course we have what happened last night at Karate where I had a massive mental break down.

I was sparring with a guy that I thought was pretty ok. He’s twice the size of me [if not slightly more] and he was trying to teach me to ‘think’ when it comes to fighting. You see I’ve been taught and trained that when it comes to taller opponents that are good kickers, to keep your distance, find an opening and then get in closer to them where they can’t kick you. However this guy just kept hitting me on the head, full force mind you with punchs and kicks. At first I just nodded and agreed and sparred someone else, then it got to a point where we did a 2 against 1 and I was with this guy but he started to coach the other girl to punch me in the face because my rear hand was lowered down to protect my stomach [its a funny fighting stance where the left hand is held up and the right hand is lowered down against the gut/torso area to protect the lower parts] and I started to feel a little bullied.

I got a little emotional over this after the fight but I managed to calm myself. We did a few more rounds and then again I had to spar the same guy and it was the exact same thing but much brutal in my oppinion. He kept telling me to think but heres the thing, when I first started I was told to never think and just move around the floro and wait for an oppenin as thinking takes away your focus too much. I also always walk onto the mat with a game plan but it seems that I haven’t learned enough to actually fight this guy [hes a second degree black belt].

He kept pushing and pushing me and knew i was getting emotional, at one point I probably looked like a fucking idiot to him because I got so angry I wanted to burst into tear but all I could do was an angry Eddie stance lol. I even tried to walk away but he kept the fight going. I couldn’t help but break down in tears after the fight while all this guy had to say was ‘think’ honestly thats all I could hear, anything else he said went straight over my head. I was too upset over the fact that 1.Work has been stressing me out and 2. I feel like the whole entire world is against me and I’m just copping everyones bad luck while everyone else gets to have a happy fantasy life and all I’ve got is my day dream self to cling to.

Ontop of that I know feel liek that one thing that kept me going, that being Karate, is now worthless. I’ve tried so hard and I really aprpeciated a lot of the higher up belts [3rd degree black belts] coming up to me and telling me how much I’ve improved, but the drive home and pretending to smile and force my emotions away while I was still at Karate was that hardest part.

In my mind all I wanted to do was down a bottle of pills and no I’m not joking. I honestly think sometimes the world would be better off without me, or that it would be the least painful thing I’d have to deal with considering I just keep getting shitted on no matter how hard I try. I even woke up this morning not wanting to get out of bed because I have emotional and physically drained myself so much of all my energy and ontop of that being depressed as hell doesn’t help.

So thats why I’m not really eager to get to replies atm. Nor am I interested in talking to anyone about this because its just a waste of everyone time. I’d be surprised if anyone actually got half way through my bich sorry ass essay of bs here. Most people don’t really seem to care about me until Im suddenly about to ‘walk the plank’ so to speak. Hence why I’m posting this because if I just disappear...well someday someone might look back to this post and realize.

tbh I’ve tried too much, I’ve tried so much like Eddie to find love, to have a happy life, to trust people but then get betrayed. Its iconic how alike me and Eddie are and yet at the same time be the opposite in physical appearance. I’m just over living atm and no please, please don’t send me a msg asking me am I ok. I probably will not respond. I’m not interesed in talking about my feelings. I think thats long gone and I’m past the point of that kinda stuff. idk what I’m going to do, but I think I’ll just...idk...I’ll be here and try to do something but right now my mind is like silent hill, full of fog and terror.

[proudtoehaver]

in case you don't see my reply, your fic was extremely cathartic after this episode, I read it all in one go. Also I think I was mistaken about Stamets' character based on my reading of your fic and tvtropes, s1 kinda messed with my interpretation of his scenes.

I’m glad you liked the story, I put a lot of thought and feelings into it 😀

Okay so, Paul. I have thoughts, so many thoughts. On him and Hugh both.

Obviously my reading of him is just that, my reading, but the way I see him is as someone with a very low sense of personal worth. Professionally he’s very confident, close to arrogant at times, but that is in part as a compensation. There’s also the fact that he seems to take professional failures as a personal shortcoming (mess hall scene with Reno).

He was better when he was with Hugh because it is the man Paul Stamets that'smaking him happy and I don’t think Hugh ever held backin letting Paul know how happy he was making him.

But if we skip to s1 Paul. I think that the terse, angry person we see in the first few episodes, pre spore high, isn’t Paul’s default. Even at that time. It’s Paul under extreme stress and an extremely unhappy Paul too.

He is in conditions not of his own choosing, he was forced by Starfleet to be there, had his work hijacked for wartime use, separated from his closest friend, and working under a captain he hates and who’s constantly pushing him to accomplish what he can’t. So on top of everything else, he’s failing on a professional level too.

And to round it all off there’s Hugh. Yes he’s a source pf comfort for Paul, but I tthink also of stress. Because being on the Discovery means that he’s in constant danger and Paul hates that and he’s also aware that Hughis a lot less happy than usual. Hugh’s life was uprooted too when he chose to join Paul and his circumstances are less than ideal as well. He isn’t unhappy, he’s just not as happy as Paul would like to make him. Though I think Hugh being separated from Paul and left behind in safety would have been far unhappier.

Then of course we get the whole tardigrade thing and Paul high on spores, which doesn’t so much change his personality as mellow him out. I thinkthat really is closer to how a pre-war but after meeting Hugh, Paul was like.

Of course then there’s his coma and then Hugh is killed, and when he comes back out of his coma he can’t grieve for him. He has to remain functional because they need the spore drive to escape the mirror universe, and then they need it to save the whole Federation.

And just as he thinks he can begin to do so the wole Red Angel mess happens and he’s trapped on board the Dicovery again. Then Hugh comes back and he’s so euphoric, only Hugh doesn feel like the same person anymore and it all fals apart. And Paul regresses to form and begins tp pin his whole worth on his ability to accomplish things.

A note on Hugh in all of this.

I think Hugh in s1 is more lenient with Paul than he might otherwise be because he understands his situation. He doesn’t let Paul steamroll him, but he might let things go he wouldn’t have prior to the war.

And then there’s his rejection of Paul in s2. A lot of it is about him, him not feeling himself, but I also think that Paul is one of those people who love rarely, but intensely, and if you’re one of the people he loves there’s nothing he wouldn’t do or give. He’s an all or nothing guy. Hugh knows and understand this and prior to being killed Hugh gave in equal measure back. He’s no longer capable of it, or doesn’t feel capable of it, becuase his feelings of love for Paul is alwyas out of reach. And he feels that he can’t give Paul less than all of him, that that would only end up hurting him, and the very last thing Hugh wants, ever wanted, was to hurt Paul.

Paul otoh only ever wanted to make Hugh happy. He used to do that and now he’s trying again, but it doesn’t work. So when Hugh tells him that he wants to move out and move on, Paul accepts it. He tries to keep outof Hugh’s way, not just to protect himself, but because while he can’t remove himself from Hugh’s world entirely right now he can diminish their interactions so he doesn’t make Hugh more unhappy than he already has.

Like when hugh3comes down to engineering and tries to talk to him, Paul'stells him that he’s considering giving up starships. Essentially he’s trying to tell him that he can keep his life and his friends on board the Discovery, Paul will leave him in peace and he won’t have to worry about seeing around. 

And remember, Discovery in an odd way is Paul’s ship. It was build to contain the spore drive, it was build for his research, but here he’s basically telling Hugh, “You can have her and I hope that in the future you will always be happy, even if it’s not with me”.

There is really nothing that Paul wouldn’t give or sacrifice for Hugh. Not to get him back, but just to have him happy.

[syriul]

A Time Traveler in Viking Court - part 12/?

How are we going to get out of this one now? You asked yourself as Ivar led you and Kyle to the center of a small crowd made up of displaced Viking men, women, and children. The size of the crowd was surprising-- Kattegat was home to at least a few thousand people, so why were there only a hundred people here?

“What do you think happened to everyone else?” Kyle voiced your thoughts as he leaned in, making sure no one else heard him. 

“I don’t know. Maybe they're over there,” you motioned towards the woods that surrounded the sizable clearing where multiple tents stood with a nod of your head.

Kyle’s gaze searched the shadowy, tree-covered landscape in an attempt to find unseen faces.

“Actually,” Ivar spoke, “they are still in Kattegat.”

“What?” You asked, startled at Ivar’s sudden intervention. 

“The rest of my people were unable to escape King Harold’s army,” Ivar answered. “They are caged in like animals and Kattegat, my Kattegat is their cage.” 

There was nothing you could say. You weren’t a king or held the future of thousands of people in your hands-- you simply didn’t know what to say.

An uncomfortable silence fell over you and Kyle as you continued making your way amongst the scattered crowd; your palms became clammy the closer you got to its center.

Your own eyes roamed over the weathered and tired faces that made up the crowd. For a brief second, you imagined the horror of being woken up in the middle of the night by an invasion. 

But I was woken up in the middle of the night by a sudden invasion too, you reminded yourself.  Images of the of the fighting in the thrown roam, dead bodies, and pools of blood flooded your mind-- you silently prayed that with time you would be able to shake away those awful memories. 

“Tonight has been a trying time,” Ivar’s voice boomed through the still, night air, effectively startling you for the second time in mere seconds, “but tonight we have been given a sign that the Gods are on our side.”

A collective gasp ran through the sea of people that surrounded you. 

“We,” he continued to speak with kingly authority that demanded he be heard, “have Gods among us!”

Another gasp, this time mixed with murmurs, ran through the crowd. Your stomach dropped as Ivar motioned toward where you an Kyle stood, side by side.  You felt the heat rise in your face as hundreds of pairs of eyes turned their attention towards you and your best friend. 

Ivar’s stone-like features, illuminated by both moonlight and torch fire, stared you down. It was clear he wanted you to do something, but you didn’t know what.  It was only after a few seconds of shifting your eyes between Ivar and the crowd that you realized what he wanted. He thinks you’re a Goddess. They think you’re a Goddess. They all want you to confirm it.

You took a deep breath, wiped your clammy hands on the skirt of your dress, and shot Kyle a look that seemed to ask for luck before taking a step forward, chin raised in false confidence, and began to speak. 

“It is true,” you bellowed out, the edge in your voice successfully hidden, “the Gods have not forsaken you.” You raised your hands above your head, becoming a living Y. “We walk among you, we feel your plights and have come to help.” You did your best to mimic the enthusiasm of the televangelists you often came across while flipping through channels back home, back in your own time. “We,” you signaled from yourself to Kyle, “are here to win back Kattegat for you.”

A silence fell over the surroundings before the people of Kattegat, who’d been chased out of their own homes, broke out into a cheer that shook the ground.  For a brief second, you wondered if their loud, hope-filled chants would attract the attention of the invaders, this King Harald, and his warriors, then you felt energized by the sheer vigor radiating from every single person present. Guilt at your finally began to knaw at you. 

You turned to look at Kyle from over your shoulder. A look of guilt that mirrored your own rested over his features. 

This isn’t going to work. I can feel it.

“Why did the Gods send you two?” Hvitserk asked from his perch on an unusually large tree stump a few feet in front of you. 

It was early morning and everyone in what you’d decided resembled a refugee camp was still asleep. Last night you’d boldly lied to everyone here, told them you and Kyle were Gods, now you were sitting among tents, trying to answer questions you hadn’t even though up answers for. 

What would be a good enough reason? Why would two Gods be here?

You raked your brain for an appropriate answer. 

“Brother,” Ivar’s voice suddenly filled the silence you’d allowed to grow, “you are bold to question the  dealings of Gods.” You couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he dragged himself towards where his brother sat. His entire disposition had changed when he learned you and Kyle were otherworldly-- his mannerism had gone from slightly condescending to utterly respectful. 

Of course, he’s being respectful. He thinks you can make anything happen with a snap of your fingers.

“May I ask, where is your companion?” Ivar asked you once he’d pulled himself up beside Hvitserk.

Your eyebrows knitted together. “My companion?” 

“He means Kyle,” Hvitserk replied for his brother. 

Ivar side eyed him in return. “I would never  be so disrespectful to a God.” He spoke as if warning his brother, daring him to say another word without reverence. 

“He’s asleep,” you said, studying Ivar’s features, “and please, don’t be so formal.” 

Something behind Ivar’s deep blue eyes seemed to spark to life as you finished speaking; admiration and gratitude towards you radiated off of him. “That you would allow me to speak to you as an equal  is an honor.”

Taken aback, you gave him a small smile. Honor. It’s an honor. It wouldn’t be an honor if you knew I’m faking it. 

“Should we wait for Kyle to wake up?” Ivar asked, a proud smile spreading over his lips as he said Kyle’s names.  

“What for?”  You asked.

Hvitserk let out a small, excited laugh. “For battle preparations.”

Battle preparations..? Oh, of course! Fuck. 

Your eyes ran over the battle plans that rested before you. You weren’t sure how long it’d been since Ivar had started talking, relaying his plans for taking back Kattegat, but you were looking forward to its end. 

“You,” Ivar looked at Ubbe while pointing to what looked like a mountain range on the old, hole-riddled map sprawled out on the small wooden table, “will bring your warriors through here and wait for the signal.”

Ubbe, who stood with his arms crossed over his chest, focused solely on the map you all huddled around. “And what will the signal be?” He asked, eyes never looking up. 

“My warriors will swarm the gates,” Hvitserk chimed in, “once we distract the guards in the towers you’ll make your way down the hills, storming the unguarded left side.” 

Ubbe and Hvitserk nodded in understanding. 

I can’t take this anymore. 

Without warning, you walked away from the map, turning your back towards everyone. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you. 

“(Y/n), are you okay?” Kyle was the first to ask. 

You threw your hands up in the air in exasperation and turned to face Kyle and the Ragnarssons. “This isn’t going to work,” you practically yelled. 

Ivar inched forward, a look of worry evident in his features. “And why not?”

As quickly as possible, you racked your brain for a possible answer. “Becuase,” you started, unsure of where you were heading with your remark, “because--”

“Becuase you are planning on using brute force,” Kyle finished for you. You silently thanked him for it. “I was going to bring it up,” he continued, “but I wanted to see just how good your plan would be.” Your eyebrows knitted at the air os self-importance he’d suddenly obtained I think he might be enjoying being a God a little too much. 

Ivar eyed the crude map. “Brute force,” he quietly repeated to himself as he thought over his battle plans.

Ubbe crossed his arms and looked from you to Kyle, then back to you. “What would you suggest we do then?”  

You lifted your chin up in the air, mirroring Kyle’s demeanor. “That is for you to tell us. We,” you motioned towards Kyle, “would like to see if you are worthy of our help.”

“Of course we are worthy,” Hvitserk intervened, “we are son’s of Ragnar Lothbrok, the direct descendant of the All-Father.” 

“Even so,” you continued, “you cannot expect to ride on the tails of glory your father held before you.”

Ivar looked up from the map, directly at you. “Of course not,” he agreed, “we will prove to you that the Gods are right for choosing us.” You could see an idea forming behind his eyes. “And I have the perfect way to show you just how worthy we are of your help,” he bowed his head and turned towards a man dressed in rags that stood by the tent’s only opening. “Gather as many slaves as possible,” he commanded, “tonight we will prove out worth with a great sacrifice.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach. I think I’m about to throw up. This is going too far.

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[captain-ed-tucker]

The True Maniac

You are the chosen one, they say. You are meant to be the savior of the world, they say. All those words, they are my company every day, day after day, they follow me, stalk me, haunt me everyday of my life, it's almost insane. Wait...it IS  insane. Funny you should say that really cause ya know, I knew this gal the other day who had a hot ass and gosh she was cute and I could go on and on...oh...oops...I went on one of my rants again. I'm sorry. I'm rude. I should start again. My name is Johnny Lawrence and you are probably one of the voices and people that come through my head each and every day, you all keep me company, it's kinda sweet, but in a creepy way. But I'm the step son of Sid Weinburg, he's the CEO of Texaco and Time Warner, yes, that guy on TV that asks you for more subscriptions, that creepy greasy guy is my step dad, funny you should ask why the bloody hell am I related to that guy in the first place. Ah, it's a long story really, I hope you have patience cause I'm probably gonna ramble and ramble and go off on maniac induced episodes where my thoughts might not connect with my words and my stories may seem more fantastical than usual, it's all up to you to whether to believe me or not, I don't care if you don't, nobody has believed me in a long while.

You still here? Wow. I'm suprised, most voices and people tend to go away after awhile, you are creepy as hell, after my imaginary dead brother York, who by the way never existed, nor was ever born. I hope for the sake of my story, no York was ever born in San Francisco, it's highly unlikely, but hey, you never know.

Oh and by the way, I lost my girlfriend becuase of a BLIP, lost my title for the All Valley Championship cause I was concussed and dizzy and hallucinating, only to be fucking crane kicked in the face. But hey, at least I have a job as a Rad Tech and am living on my own, so ha! You can't call me a basement dweller since I live in a apartment all by myself overlooking the ocean and ninety percent of the time, I see tourists hanging out there taking selfies and making out like it is some sort of lover's nest. Ugh, I guess I get what I pay for...literally...I got this place on the cheap side with the help of AdBuddy since I could barely afford it on my own and rent is fucking up my savings, like C'mon, stop fucking me up here damn it! And not to mention the fact that my REAL step brother's trial Ryan Weinberg, who has been accused of sexual harassment at the workplace and I was named as a witness, my step dad wants me to lie on the stand...can I do that? I mean... that just feels so wrong, very wrong. Tell me I'm not the only one that I'm feeling this way, cause I have no idea what to do next.

Oh...great Jed is here, wait just a minute while I talk to him.

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh Johnny, just here to deliver your latest mission, the details will be soon revealed as you go."

"Don't you think this is not the right time?"

"Oh but it is."

"Oh and by the way, you will have a handler, she has a certain Jai sais ne qoui about her. You will know her when you see her...DON'T FUCK THIS UP!"

Okay...now Jed has left and I'm still stuck with you. You have this intense, scruffy look about you...I can tell you really are a curious person, you aren't like the others before...that's interesting. Most have tried to change me, give me orders or tell me that I'm chosen or some bullshit...some of those days I'm convinced of that bullshit and actually believing it, the scariest part is not hearing a lie, it's believing the lie and perpetuating the lie. I get up and head to my apartment and flick all my pills that are there to "fix" me...you can't fix what is broken and I am broken.

I also find the package for Neberdine Pharmaceuticals and Biotechnology. Odd...they never send me anything, I haven't even heard of them at all. It is scary and creepy though, I wonder if the FBI is watching me, I might close the curtains and I should...you think I could be watched...right? I...I feel like everything has eyes and cameras and ears and mics and all the tech in the world to enhance interrogate me before I have a chance to defend myself...wait...the phone is ringing...I have to pick it up, just wait here ok?

"He...hello? Who is this?"

"This is Neberdine Pharmaceuticals and Biotechnology research institute inc. Speaking, we are here to speak to you becuase you have been chosen as a "Hero" Candidate"

"Well...what DOES a hero candidate do?"

"Well we have them do experiments that others normally do not do and we treat all sorts of problems, including prostate problems"

"Popcorn problems?"

"Yes popcorn problems."

"Thank you...I'll consider it."

I hang up the phone in utter confusion and now you are looking at me like I'm an idiot! STOP STARING AT ME JOHN KREESE! STOP!

END OF PART ONE

I get up and, oh...fuck, you are there again, well done you asshole, you are still with me. Oh well, I don't have time to yell and holler at you, I have to get ready and go to work and then head over to my parents house, my brother is celebrating his engagement to Adelade and they are going to announce a wedding date and it all is amongst this scandal of his sexual harassment of a clerk. I have no ideas what I feel or where I stand anymore.

Work is a boring affair as you can tell, you're already doing your kiyakis and forward thrust punches and I'm busy as hell scanning patients and I have lots of paperwork, not to mention the decontamination process I have to go through every day just for health purposes so I'm not literally emitting X Rays by the time I leave the hospital.

Getting rides on the tube to my parent's mansion is very expensive for now since my budget has been tightened becuase I went on a mania induced spending spree and I racked up so many charges and fees from gambling with the furries and casinos are never happy to see me, I never understood why that was the case.

Regardless, I have to call on an AdBuddy and he soon comes over and inserts funds into my account, but in exchange, I have to view a bunch of ads that are read aloud by the AdBuddy and one of them is about Neberdine Pharmaceuticals and Biotechnology. Neberdine is everywhere...the pattern is the pattern, there is a larger force at work here and I'm sure of it. I know it, I can feel it at work, it's a bit mysterious to others, but not me, I'm the only one who understands how this works at all.

I can see you have cleaned up real nicely for the occasion and I thank you for that, I have to admit Sensei, you really look handsome in a suit, it really suits you...get it? Hahaha! Oh...I see you don't get the joke? Oh...ok, oh well then. I then go in and hand my coat to the butler and head up the stairs through the foyer and then meet my parents, my step mom and my step dad, both are looking regal tonight since their oldest firstborn is celebrating his engagement again since my "Incident". I hate to admit it but the nieces and nephews are the only reason I even bother show up to family functions at all, I hate this fake, plastic family filled with Barbies and Ken's, I want something more than this Kreese...but what is it I want?

Soon my brother Ryan is busy singing and wooing Adelade and she's smiling and tearing up and all that sappy shit, I wonder if she's marrying him for the money, I would hate for that to happen to Ryan, I had my own experience with Ali Mills and it didn't end well at all.

Soon the adults want to play balderdash but honestly, I feel suffocated and I wanted out of here as soon as possible, the fakeness was getting to me and I can hear them begging me

"Aw cmon! You used to love balderdash"

"Balderdash is fun!"

"Really? What's wrong, play with us!"

"Please play with us! Just one round! I promise!"

At that, I just can't stand it anymore, there is a roaring fury in me that explodes and I yell at the top of my lungs

"BALDERDASH IS STUPID! IT'S BULLSHIT!"

One of my nieces burst out in tears and I can only look on in guilt as as my other brother Andrew glares at me angrily, great...another brother that hates me...fun. I storm out and I see you following me, why do you follow me? Leave me alone, just let me get a smoke, at that moment I can see one of the dog shit cleaners whirr by, it's a small machine the height of my ankle and it sucks in the shit and sprays the sidewalk clean and I walk past and go home...I have to do this, this is everything I will do, to sign up for the trial and to cast you out for good, you had a great run but you need to fuck off.

I arrive at a grey concrete bulding with narrow Rainbow stripes running up the side and I can see the sign of the bulding is in Japanese and I enter and a Japanese woman coldly greets me and hands me a clipboard filled with paperwork, judging on the amount I have, I'm gonna be here a long time just filling out papers. Fuck my life. Another guy next to me adds "Ooo five bombs eh? See that? That's where the money comes from." Sure enough, there are five bomb logos printed on it and I add

"Is it safe?"

"Hell no! The more dangerous, the more money! That is usually how it goes."

I look down at the form and then sign it and turn it in and the intercom says

"Johnny Lawrence to intake exam room four"

The Asian woman bows before me and I bow back and I sit down in the chair, I'm apparently going to be strapped to a lie detector machine. The blood pressure cuff is slipped on my arm and a pulse ox device is placed on my finger and a galvanic skin response device is placed across my chest, she then asks me to tell her how I feel when I see a series of photos. I can hear the clicking of the machine as the metal needles move up and down the paper, leaving trails of red, recording my reactions and my responses and she starts with the first photo which is a bottle of pills and I reply

"Poisoned"

The next picture is of a family, sitting around a table and enjoying a meal and I reply

"Suffocated"

I then see a ink blot and I reply

"Confused."

The test goes on and soon she says "I want you to turn your attention towards me as I ask you this final question." And I look up into her expressionless eyes and I hear a ding and the green light next to me lights up and she said "Congratulations, you have passed the test, you are now in the ULP Phase III trial." She bowed at me and I bowed one last time and I left the exam room, perplexed at what was the final question. I sit down, holding my badge that is labeled with the number 1 on it and as I look up, I see a man I never thought I would ever see again in the flesh, Daniel LaRusso and he is yelling at a test protocor screaming "This is bullshit and you know it! PATRICIA LUGO!" And he storms off after the woman that handed me the clipboard, I don't know what does he want with her but FUCKK!!! HE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE HERE! DAMMIT!

End of part Two

I get up for the day and I stretch the kinks and massage my knee, fuck, that knee has been giving me so much chronic pain for so long, I have resorted to opiates to at least bring the edge down, it doesn't help much with my life, I don't have a job becuase I'm labeled a "Drug addict."

I'm a drug addict for trying to relive chronic, never ending pain from the shattered knee, it's the same knee that suffered a devastating injury at the tournament and yet I managed to defeat Lawrence, Chozen worsened the injury and when I worked in construction, an accident shattered the knee and now I have to put it in a brace so it doesn't cave in on the weight that I put on my knee.

I slip on the brace and grab a stack of magazines and some cash and walk to the nearby store and ask for some cigarettes, the clerk asks me how I am going to pay and I snap

"I'm gonna pay with an AdBuddy."

"No AdBuddy payments accepted here."

I groan and pull out what little change I have and I slam it on the countertop and then he hands me my cigars and I light them, soon I feel a bliss sink over me as I limp back to the shared apartment I have with the others and I run to my room...I NEED THAT PILL! I want to suffer in a way that my knee can never give me suffering, this is the suffering that makes me scream and want to tear out my soul and I have begged for death so many times, but really, I am alone.

San Francisco is a boring as hell city, I moved here when my mom died seven years ago, I gave up hoping for healing, my opioids and my cigarettes were all I ever needed now a days. I swipe the drawer open and open the bottle. The pill is shaped in the letter "A" and I sigh, this is my last pill. I say

"This is it, you are my last pill, then it's fuck you forever."

I then sit on the couch in the cramped and messy living room and I grab the remote control and mash the pill up and snort it all up and gosh...I'm in it.

I wake up hours later, I'm in tears yes, but I am alive, this pain reminds me that I am alive, that I am breathing and that I am fighting, that I'm still awake and that I'm still ok. But I have to pay someone a visit, someone I haven't visited in forever, someone that I haven't spoken to in forever.

I then go to my wallet and yell at my roommate

"Who stole my money?"

"Well you haven't paid your share of the rent in two months!"

"MAYBE IT'S BECUASE I HAVE CHRONIC PAIN AND I CAN'T WORK! I'M ON DISABILITY!"

Oh wow...way to go you son of a bitch, you had to screw that up. Well then, let's try another tactic, the puppy brown eyes and some pleasing.

"Well can I at least have twenty bucks?"

"Well then, fine take some. Calm down junkie!"

Oh Fuck you bitch, like you had your knee kicked in and your knee crushed by some careless truck driver who was high on No-Doze to realize you were nearly under the fucking truck.

I snatch the bill from her hand and I go to my cousin Louie's home, as usual, he is in his A-Void pod, that antisocial idiot hates everybody, well I need his money and I need it now, I'm a man on a mission and nothing is going to stop me. One problem, he changed the combination to the safe and I grunt and I head out to the backyard and i find the pod and press the button and say

"Hey Cousin? How are you?"

A mechanical click and then he replies

"Fine."

I snort

"Your yard looks like a fucking mess."

And it literally is a fucking mess.

"Oh um...what's the combination to the safe."

Another click and a whirr and he replies

"I changed the combination to the safe."

"Thanks for the information Captain Obvious. So what is it?"

"Your birthday."

Really? Fuck you.

"I brought you something to eat."

"Applejacks?"

"Yea."

I slam the cereal on the table top in the dining room which looks like it has seen better days, I step over rubbish and junk from the good old days and I then enter the combination and then I grab the money and then leave, funny how my cousin used to be married until his wife was shot to death while coming back to work, I guess in a way, he can't move on from his loss like I can't move on from mine.

I stand at the bus station, ready to buy the bus ticket to Newark, but as soon as I want to enter the bus station, I want the A pill, I want it so badly, I can't resist the urge and I mutter a "Fuck you" and run off. I'm so ashamed and angry, I am weak and pathetic, that's all I'll ever be.

I approach my friend Kamreon who is playing chess with a foul mouthed furrie and the man is winning and Kameron is my source of these pills, I know that he can get me to them, I know so. I approach him and I ask

"I need more A pills."

"I can't, these pills are really hard to procure! These are from my dad's work!"

"Then how do I get into Neberdine?"

"Sign up for a study, help my dad make millions, for all I know, you could be testing deodorant for a week."

Fuck no, I am NOT going that route, to just end up testing deodorant, no way!

"Gimme a name Kameron! Any name!"

I slide over a one hundred dollar bill and he sighs and gives in before replying

"Patricia Lugo, and can I say something as your friend?"

"Yeah?"

"You sound like a junkie."

I roll my eyes and reply

"I am NOT a junkie!"

And I run off to a store that can dox that woman and give me something to work with.

End of part three

I soon arrive at the doxxing shop and a bored Asian man looks up at me and asks

"What can I do?"

I look to the side before scribbling onto a notepad and hold it up to the Plexar glass barrier and the unamused looking man adds

"Can't read your shit writing."

I roll my eyes before adding

"Lugo. Patricia Lugo of Neberdine Pharmaceuticals and Biotechnology."

A few clicks of the keyboard later and a click of a mouse and he continues

"Patricia Lugo was arrested for disorderly conduct and public intoxication, had her arrest records wiped by ZipDox in order to get the job at Neberdine. But, ZipDox's records can be easily unscrubbed and that's why I call ZipDox, ShitDox. If you want more, you gotta pay us more than she paid ShitDox to get her records scrubbed. I'll say...500 dollars, and you get a free calendar as a frequent customer."

I sigh and slip the Bill's under the glass partition and he hands the calendar over and then adds further

"Patricia Lugo lost custody of her daughter Usnavy after the arrest and her daughter goes to Hunter College. I could have her daughter kidnapped, I know a few guys with a white van."

I shake my head, I don't want anybody hurt, that's the last thing I want, for anybody to get hurt in my search, my quest for the A pill. Nobody should get caught up in my quest for me to drown myself in self-misery and self-pity. He then adds

"It also says she has a FriendProxy appointment at the Bonsai Gardens."

"I'll be there."

"Ooo interception. Sneaky I see."

He smiles snidely and I pay up and leave and then I cancel her FriendProxy appointment and get a lapel pin with a FriendProxy logo on it and then I stride over to the gardens, they remind me again of someone I lost, someone I cared about, someone who meant so much to me in a fatherly way, the bonsai trees remind of him so much, it is really painful, and suddenly, she comes over and embraces me, breaking me from my thoughts and she says without a second thought.

"Remember when we met here? At this same place?"

"Oh yeah...oh yeah, all the beautiful Bonsai trees. They remind me of so much."

"I wonder what are you talking about? I was talking about the moment we met? Remember when we also went to Chinatown and we went over the Golden Gate Bridge?"

"Oh yeah, and I remember when we went to see my uncle Liam."

"Now who the fuck is Uncle Liam?"

That question brings my thoughts to a screeching halt as she continues:

"Honey? Are you ok? What are your ratings? You do not seem compatible at all."

I'm fucking pissed off, I'm not compatible with anyone and to hell with that bullshit talking lady! All she seems to do is yammer off on a tangent that I sure as hell do not talk about. Before I can stop myself, I cut her off and say:

"Listen up, I'm here to fuck your life up, I canceled your FriendProxy appointment and I'm here to ruin you forever."

She is taken aback and shocked, she seemed a bit stunned by what I was saying and I'm not sure how to react to that as she slowly digests the information and she adds

"What are you talking about."

And what am I talking about? I haven't a fucking clue at all. Perhaps it's the drugs or the energy that's fizzling out but I feel so ashamed and embarrassed, I have no idea how the hell am I supposed to get her to funnel me at all, I quickly walk away to a hall overlooking a pond where koi fish swim around and I see her again and she says

"You know, you remind me of my daughter. She's just like you. Why?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why are so you desperate to join Neberdine?"

[briiightesthue]

Ducktales: Separation AU Episode 1: Part 1

The episode starts out pretty similar, however, it is Dewford running around the kitchen trying to get breakfast, while also trying to give his uncle tips on how to dress for his upcoming interview, while also trying to sneakily hot wire the engine. It’s obvious the duckling can’t keep up with all of this at once, but he’s trying.

Donald gets a call from the sitter saying she cannot show up. Before he could even get the idea of canceling the interview, Dewey assures him that ‘he’s 12 now, he can watch himself and a couple of hours wouldn’t kill him.’

Once Donald is gone, Dewey begins a little victory dance racing to the helm of the ship to continue wiring the boat. However just as the engine starts Donald had walked back in because he had forgotten his keys. He caught Dewey just as he let out a victorious ‘Cape Suzette hear I come’.

Which lead Donald to haul Dewey to the backseat of his car.

Dewey:You never let me do anything fun. Donald: Dewey, if we wanna keep our home afloat we have to do things we don’t want to do.

Leading to the ‘Destination McDuck Manor’ Scene.

However it’s just Dewey asking questions a mile a minute.

-

The next shot we join Scrooge McDuck in his Money bin bored, as an equally bored Huey sits next to him during a board meeting. Going over the budget cuts.

Huey waits outside as Scrooge deposits his Money in his depleted Money bin. Huey helps him close the door which they both struggle with. The trip to the limo is silent.

Launchpad attempts conversation with Scrooge who is busy reading the paper, when his attempts fail he tries to talk to Huey while he is doing his homework. Both attempts fail.

Scrooge: Eyes on the road Mcquack!!! Every bruise I see on my boy and dent on my car is a deduction in yer salary.

Launchpad attempts conversation again, which Scrooge responds with bringing up the divider. Both he and Huey chuckle about this.

A quick stop sends Scrooge out of his seat while Huey makes a quick comment about seat belts.

Scrooge: Why aren’t we moving!

Just in front of them Donld is trying to get Ms.Beakly to open the gates so he can drop Dewey off before Scrooge arrives. Unfortunately for them they both just catch each other. Both men exit the cars to ‘greet’ each other.

Scrooge: Donald Duck. Donald: Uncle Scrooge.

Both boys in the separate car react very differently to the information. Dewey with more glee and Huey with less.

A quick argument and some wordplay leaves Scrooge in charge of Dewey for the day. Both boys exit the car for the greet. Dewey is a little put off by Hueys immediate glare. Donald glances at Huey and can’t help but feel a little sad.

Scrooge: Hubert, Donald Duck. Donald: Dewey meet Scrooge McDuck. Remember, no tricks, no lies, and no trouble. Dewey: Yes Uncle Donald Donald: I wasn’t talking to you.

Both Scrooge and Huey narrow their eyes at Donald.

-

Dewey walks at a slower pace behind Scrooge and Huey trying to take everything in. ‘Accidentally’ having the door closed on him before they enter the manor.

Scrooge is silent and any attempts at conversation with Huey are met with short replies.

Eventually they stop in the dining room, Scrooge and Huey on one side Dewey on the other. Scrooge tries to read the paper, while Huey tries to finish homework. Beakly comes in with food encouraging them both to talk to Dewey. Which they don’t.

Dewey makes the first move himself popping up in front of them on top of the table when they both look up.

Scrooge glancing at Huey: So, do children still like marbles? Huey shrugs Dewey: Are you really my uncle?! Huey: If he’s Donald’s uncle he’s your Great Uncle. Dewey: How old are you? Huey: That’s none of your business. Dewey: How come you never visit? Is because you’re so old? Huey: Becuase- Dewey: You owe me a lot of birthday present- Huey: He doesn’t owe you anything! Dewey: Are you his translator or something? I’m asking him not you.

The boys argue until Dewey brings up: Dewey: He used to be a big deal! I’m trying to find out what happened to him!!!

Scrooge begins to looses temper, slamming down a rolled up newspaper, making Huey flinch a tad, and calling for Beakly.

Both boys are escorted to Della’s old room.

Huey: He started it, why am I being punished? Scrooge: It’ll be good to have a friend your age.

Beakly gives them the bag of marbles, and Huey gives him warning of ‘we count them’.

While Huey sit down ready to play with the marbles, Dewey wants to escape.

Dewey: You live with the coolest duck in the world! How do you not wanna go explore the house and ditch this place. Huey: It’s better if we just sit down and wait it out. He’ll only get more mad. Dewey: We’re like cousins or something right? Let’s just go and-

The door creaks open slowly.

Dewey: What was that? Huey: Calm down it’s just-

Before he could explain they’re both lassoed out of the room.

-

The boys are tied up, hanging upside down. Dewey is panicing while Huey looks slightly amused.

Someone in the shadows greets them, using her ‘scary voice’

Webby: Who sent you? Was it Ma Beagle? Glomgold. Huey: Webby- Dewey: We’re sorry! Don’t hurt us please- You can hurt him he’s kind of a jerk by not me Uncle Scrooge locked- Webby: Uncle Scrooge!? Oh my gosh the nephew! She cuts them down, Huey dust himself off.

Huey: I forgot we were playing today, sorry. Webby: This is much better than playing captive and interrogator!!!! Huey do you know who this is? Huey: Donnie, right? Webby & Dewey: Dewey- Dewey: You know who I am? Webby: Of course researching Mr. McDuck and his family is kind of my hobby. What’s your blood type? What’s Donald really like-? Huey: He’s a traitor. Webby: Tell me everything!!!

Webby snaps a picture of Dewey, temporarily blinding him.

Dewey, while rubbing his eyes:..We live on a house boat and that’s kind of it. We’re a normal boring family. Webby: Normal? Boring? HA!

Webby kicks a volley ball right at them, Huey steps away, but not before giving Dewey a little push. The ball sends the world map up revealing Webby’s wall.

Webby: Dewey duck.

She pins the photo of Dewey next to the the one of a much younger Huey.

Webby: Scrooge McDucks great nephew on his sister Hortenses side with Quackmore Duck, twice removed!!! Dewey: And you are? Huey: Webby Vanderquack. Webby: My Grannies the housekeeper...WAIT does that make us friends? Huey: It doesn’t. He’s only here for the day. Dewey: Actually- I’d love to be your friend. And friends show friends what fun things there are to do at the manor! Webby: Of course! I’m the best at fun.

She lead him to the vents, where they both crawl into and away.

Huey: Fine you both can go and get into trouble more! See if I care…

He waits a little longer before crawling after them.

Huey: Someone has to watch you.

As they crawled through the vents Dewey hears Scrooge’s ‘Famy is nothing but trouble’ speech.

-

The reach the ‘room of secrets’ where both Huey and Webby try to show things off, however Dewey denies they’re even real once they reach the portrait of Donald and Scrooge on the pirate ship.

Dewey: Uncle Donald has never done anything cool. Webby: Donald Duck is one of the bravest adventurers of all time! Huey: One of the biggest traitors of all time!

Dewey: Don’t call him that and besides this is all fake!

Dewey denies any of the artifacts as real, making Huey argue they are. Both boys argue accidentally unleashing Captain Peghook, the headlessman horse, and the deus exalibur. Also ringing the gong twice.

Scrooge walks in promptly saving their butts, and lecturing them right after accidentally causing Dewey to ring the gong again and releasing the dragon.

The Dragon, however instead of being a gold eater in this version he hunts for the one who awakens him. However instead of going for Dewey it goes for Huey in the middle of Huey’s ‘I told you so’

As Huey is chased throughout the manor he’s asking why is it going after him if Dewey’s the one who woke it up.

Webby begins to explain that thought the dragon hunts the one who wakes it up, it has trouble deciphering between siblings, most of all twins.

Both boys are shocked by the news but can’t do anything about it until the dragon is down.

-

They manage to temporarily subdue the dragon, having a small conversation with Scrooge about being siblings. He doesn’t get to explain much more before the dragon escapes heading straight for the city.

Dewey: I mean if it’s not coming after me or Red anymore that’s good right? Huey: Yeah it’s not like it’s going to toward the CITY or anything. Scrooge: Aye, it must of caught your brothers scent. Huey & Dewey: BROTHER!?

-

Cut to a motorcycle swerving through the traffic in Duckburg while Louie is relaxing the side car. Grandma Duck smiles at him, assuring that it’ll only be a quick stop in the city.

However the shadow of the dragon cast on them, causing traffic to stop and both Grandma and Louie to look up. The dragon lands a few cars a head of them and roars going close and grabbing Louie from the side car.

[ithoughtuknewme]

ANGER

I love my boyfriend, I really do . He's the most caring, supportive and understanding person I have ever known. We have been together for 4 years now and he has always been so patient with me. I know that I can be hard to deal with sometimes because I can be stubborn but he's known me for a total of 8 years and recently I feel like he has been showing me a side of him that shows the most aggressive side of him that it becomes scary. I bring it up at that moment but he doesnt see how bad it is. yesterday was the worst one yet. We went to San Diego for 4th of July as we do every year. We had a great day , had some drinks , played pool. He was drunk and wanted to go to the car to sleep it off for a while before the firework show. Early in the day he said he brought his backpack to put a small bottle for the show for us to enjoy. So we are getting off the car and I mentioned if he was going to bring his backpack he said for what and I told him for what. So he brings it . It's 20 min till the show and we are walking and there was a liquor store along the way. I tell him oh look theres the store and he says no that it'll take too long and why bring his backpack then. the streets were getting crowded and he was in front of me. I told him to slow down cause I was falling behind and he looks at me with anger and goes " well you need to keep up the pace" I'm like wtf. Then I really had to pee and we still have plenty of time I tell him if we can stop somewhere so I can be and at this point he's just fucken pissed. He stops and points to porta potty and kinda of shoves me to him . I had it. I told him to not fucken push me and to leave me the fuck alone. He then goes and walks the opposite direction as we were going and is like fine go. I keep walking and sat by myself. I didnt want to be there anymore. I started to walk to the car when I spotted him standing there waiting for the show. I was fucken upset at this point and went into a bar. Picture this. a young girl sitting alone in a huge bar while everyone was enjoying the firwork show. He didnt text me or anything during the whole show. When the show was over he texted me where I was. I didnt reply. He then texts me he's a pizza parlor. I met some people at the bar and they kinda of made me feel better. He texts me that he's done and I meet up with him. He hands me this small box of pizza for me. At this point I didnt want anything from him. As we are walking I told him I cant believe you left me. He's like , " you left me" and continued walking ahead of me. I was so pissed I threw the box on the floor , he turned around and is like where is the pizza. I toldhim I threw it and he walked back to look for it. I make my way to the car and comes up to me and says something like ," Get the fuck out of my way" I was scared cause he's never cussed at me like that. I get my shit from the car and get out. I'm thinking I cant be in the car with him like that. I called my sister to talk to her and hes blowing up my phone. I finally answer and I let him have it. He wasnt hearing me out. and Im thinking how can i make my way home on an amtrak (we live in LA) Just becuase I was short on money I decided just to get in the car with him. I'm sobbing and can't believe how aggressive he's fucken been. To make things worst he gets an anxiety attack and I fucked up and cut my big toe and its bleeding. I was doen with the night. I just wanted to make it home. the next day I tell him that we need to talk and I try to talk to him about last night and just talk the whole shit out. it doesnt go anywhere. I just leave . Now he wants nothing to do with me and wants to be left alone. wtf did i do? He thinks the way he acted was okay and doesnt see anything wrong with how fucken aggressive he was. Maybe I don't know him as well as I thought I did. I need a break from him.

[wonderfulworldofwinchester]

Father Time Pt.4

Dean x Reader, Sam, Cas(mentioned) 

Request By Anon: hello~ can you do an update to father time? Like their daughter came back to their present again somehow as a 16 years old teen and she is a hunter? Meanwhile of thinking a way to get her back to her time they do a hunt together even tho Dean refused to let her join but she was too stubborn? Some protective!dean+reader and desperate Dean because he never wanted his kids live this life but their daughter says it was her decision and he and the reader are great parents, fluffy end pls? 😍

Word Count: 2122

Warnings: Language, Daddy!Dean, you know the drill, let me know if I need to add something. 

A/N: This is set about 1 year after the last part. 

Y/D/N= Your Daughter’s Name

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Complicated. It’s a word hunters know all too well. That much is true on it’s own, but when you take two hunters who have not yet gotten together, and hand them a 4 year old daughter from the future, life is bound to get a little messy.

Hunts have become even more stressful. You guys no longer only have each other to worry about. She is constantly on your minds when you walk into even the simplest of hunts. Nothing is as easy, or as black and white as it once was. 

On nights like tonight, when neither of you could sleep, you often find yourselves talking about all the what ifs of the future. Not necessarily the bad ones, but also laughing and teasing about all the things that will be funny trying to learn how to deal with. Many nights you tease him about what he is going to do when she decides she is taking an interest in boys. To which he always replies ‘Remember, I have lots of guns and fake badges. Also, it wouldn’t be the first body I’ve made disappear.’ 

Tonight the conversation was a little weightier than usual, however. You confronted what you had both been avoiding for some time now. You were both hunters, and you knew the price you paid in this life. The thought of that precious little girl growing up in this life was enough to make you both want to hurl. She doesn’t deserve to be brought up like this.  Dean’s head is resting on your stomach, your hands mindlessly carding through the soft stands that are still slightly damp from his shower earlier. “Babe, what are we going to do?” 

Your brows furrow in confusion, “What are we going to do about what, honey?” 

He turns his head over to meet your gaze, “You know what I’m talking about. I know you had to have been thinking about it too. How do we get her out of this life? It’s damn near impossible to get out, and even if you do, are you ever really out?, you know?” He looks down, fiddling with a loose string on the pajama pants you’re sporting. 

Your heart breaks. He is so concerned, and every inch of him of crying out. He is so worried he won’t be able to do right by her, and get her out. Just as you open your mouth to say something, he starts speaking again. “I can’t lose her. I just can’t. We have to get her out. We have to get out. I won’t allow her to be raised in this life. I don’t want her to fall into the trap of it being a family business.”  You know nothing is going to console him at the moment, and that he just needs to let it all out, to you just sit there with him, letting him vent and get it out of his system, all the while your hands never stop running through his hair and over his back. 

The next morning begins as any other would. You wake up next to the man you love, spend a few moments just relaxing and enjoying the quiet moments with one another before the chaos of the day begins. Eventually, you make your way into the kitchen only to be startled by a young woman. Not able to stop yourself, you jump slightly and yelp. The bunker was the one place you are never expecting someone to just randomly appear.

Your response of course produces a holler from Dean, “Y/N!?” His quick footsteps pound down the hallway towards the kitchen. 

Sam chimes in before you can answer. “It’s okay. She’s not a monster or an intruder.” He hands you a much needed cup of coffee before making his way past you and towards the library.

You clear your throat, “Samuel Winchester, you did not bring a hookup back to the bunker.” 

The girl finally speaks up as she turns around, “Ew, gross.” 

As soon as her eyes meet yours, the mug you are holding crashes to the ground with a loud thud, shattering into a mess of hot coffee and ceramic bits all over the floor. “Holy Shit...” 

She chuckles lightly, and looks down towards her feet and back up towards you in a shy manor, “Hey, mom.” 

Dean heard the crash, and once again comes running towards the kitchen. “Y/N, baby , what happened?” Your face is so pale with shock, he knows something had to have happened. All you can do is gesture over towards where she is standing. 

“Hey, Dad.”

“Y/D/N...” 

The rest of the morning is spent in the library, Y/D/N explaining that she got a hold of this thing that allowed her to travel though time, and she was just curious what you guys were like before she came into the picture. 

“How do we know this is legit?” Dean asks, the pain of doubting her evident in his features.

“Come on, Dad. We both know that if I were some demon or shapeshifter that wanted to kill you, you’d be dead by now.” She offers a smirk that could perfectly mimic the one he gives when he’s being a little smartass. “If you really don’t believe me, here.” She put her foot up on the table, and lifts her pant leg, to retrieve a silver knife out of her boot. Next she walks over to a secret stash place you all had in the library, that hold all the essentials in case of emergencies, and grabs a bottle of holy water. You exchange a look with Dean that seems to say ‘how does she know that’s there?’ She nicks forearm with the silver blade, and dumps holy water on her hand. “See. One hundred percent human.” 

Dean’s head is still too busy reeling from the sound of her calling him dad to even register that she passed the usual tests. 

You look up at her smiling face, “Y/D/N, we are very much glad to know that you’re okay, but you know you shouldn’t be here. Who knows what could be messed up if you remain out of your time. Not to mention,-” You point your thumb over towards Dean, who is still trying to process it all, “Someone is probably pissed right now, so you should probably get back.” 

She looks down, fiddling with the ends of her long sleeves just as Dean had been doing with the strand on your pants last night, and twist the toe of her shoes back and forth, “About that....” 

Dean must have been more with it now, becuase he beat you to the punch. “Y/D/N.. What?” 

“I... I don’t know what happened, but it broke. I can’t get it to work.” 

“What do you mean it won’t work!?” 

“I’m kinda stuck here.” 

Dean walks back into the library and settles into a chair, with a frustrated sigh, rubbing his face as he spoke, “Well, Cas is MIA. I can’t get a hold of him, so there goes that option.”

You scoot closer to him, rubbing soothing circles across his shoulder, “We’ll find a way.” 

“You saw that she knew where that stuff was, she carries a knife, and she ‘found’ a trinket that allows for time travel. We obviously didn’t keep our promise to get her out.” The only thing you are able to offer is a weak smile. He’s right, something didn’t go as planned. 

Just then, she comes bounding into the library once more, stammering on about god knows what. Her mouth’s moving so fast you two had trouble keeping up. She all the sudden stops mid sentence as she sees a stack of files and printouts that are residing on the far end table of the library. “You found a case?” She squeals. 

“Uh no not really. I mean we did before, but we have bigger fish to fry right now.” Dean says, desperately trying to avert her attention. 

“Let’s work it. Come on. I mean we have no leads on how to get me back. Cas’ feathered ass has more important things to do apparently.”

Deans makes a face, “Language.” 

She just chuckles, “Really? Come on, Really? You, Language? You’re lucky my first words weren’t son of a bitch.” 

You can’t help the snicker that made it’s way past your lips, which earns you a glare from Dean. “What? She has a point, you know.” 

“Please Dad! Let me hunt with you guys once while you’re still young enough to keep up.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“What? You do know that I’m sixteen ,right? Put it together. Think how old you’ll be. Oh and that’s sixteen years starting two years from now, so really eighteen years from now.”

“Absolutely not!” 

“Ugh Dad. I can handle it. I’m not a child.” 

“I beg to differ. One, you are still a minor. Two, you are my child, which makes you my responsibility. I can’t risk losing you. I love you too much!” That last part slips out before he could stop it. 

She just smiles, and hugs him tight, “I love you too, Daddy.” Your heart practically melts to the floor right then, and there, and you both can’t help but to give in to her. It was a relatively easy hunt anyway. 

“Fine...” he grumbles. “But don’t come crying to me-” 

“Get over yourself already, Dad.”

During the hunt you found yourself backed into a corner, a demon trying to get to your daughter. Your gun was yanked from your hands, leaving you with only your body to call a weapon. Adrenaline. Some freak thing. Call it what ever you want. You go into complete mama bear mode. You put up a hell of a fight any other day, but with her in the line of fire, you could make even the biggest, baddest monster shake in his boots. You go to town, and just start wailing on the thing. You know it won’t do much to the demon, but it was all you can do at the moment. It buys enough time to for Dean to burst through the door, and douse it in holy water, and knife it with the demon blade. 

He quickly come over, wrapping you and Y/D/N in a bone crushing hug. “Thank god, you’re okay.” 

She grins, “Of course we’re okay. Mom’s a badass. Seriously, I can’t believe I would have had to miss that in my life.”

“What do you mean?” You ask. 

“You don’t hunt anymore, mom.” 

“Huh.” 

Cas finally appears, and prepares to help get Y/D/N back to her time once more. You say your goodbyes, and hug her one last time , before Dean asks if she will take a walk with him. 

Once outside he begins the speech he has rehearsed since the hunt. “Sweetheart, I never wanted this for you. I didn’t want you raised in this life. You deserve so much more. I can’t believe that I ever put you in that position. I am so sorry-”

“Dad, You didn’t do anything wrong. I chose this. You and mom are great parents. Yeah we have an interesting family, and you guys have job histories that you really couldn’t talk about for career day at school, but you know what? I wouldn’t trade a single day in this life, for a thousand in the so called perfect life, if it meant I didn’t have you guys as parents.”

Dean can’t stop the tears running down his face, “I love you so much.” 

“I know. I love you too, daddy.” She says resting her head against his chest. “Oh and by the way, you aren’t wasting your time on those letters. Please don’t stop writing them.” She leans back, pulls out her phone, and when she removes the case, a folded up piece of paper is revealed. she unfolds it and hands it to him. “It’s the first letter you ever wrote. I carry it with me as a little reminder.” 

You, Cas, and Sam join them outside. She walks up to give you one more hug, before taking Cas’ hand. “I’m ready now. Let’s go.” 

Later that night, you find yourself once again in that same position with Dean, this time in a much more lighthearted conversation. He smirks, “You know she gets the attitude from you.”

You try your best to be all fake offended, “Yeah well, she is as stubborn as her daddy, so I guess we’re even.” 

A few moments pass before he speaks again, “She’s going to be okay you know.... Well after I tear her a new one for running off to another time period, but you know what I mean. We did good.” 

“Yeah we did.” 

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[th3-z0diac]

hi ! I'm constantly always getting bored with work. I only enjoy jobs when they're challenging me to figure them out but once I've managed to understand the undercurrents and innerworkings of a job or the environment at work, I lose ALL interest. I've changed my career 5 times and I'm turning 30 next year, gaining no traction. do u think it has to do with mars in pisces, scorpio mc, and gem venus gem merc and aqua moon? writing out of desperation I dont know what to do anymore.. I've done it all

Hi ! Omg i’m so sorry for such a late reply, i hope you’ll see this ! I feel like this might be connected to your Aquarius Moon, because people with this placement just love to do meaningful things and hate just wasting their time.  Perhaps you could try talking to some sort of proffesional? I’d really love to help you, but i don’t really know how, because obviously i can’t tell you what to do… I once heard that you should look back at your childhood and ask yourself “What was the job i’ve always dreamed of when i was a kid?” And yeah, sometimes you dream to be a princess or a president, but some people actually had realistic dreams? Like a writer, or a lawyer, doctor… And apparently, this is what you should be really doing, becuase that’s what you ACTUALLY wanted to do, before you grew up thinking that was too hard or unrealistic. I don’t know whether this is true or not, but maybe you had some sort of dream like this? You said that you lose interest in the job once you understand it, right? So maybe you could try something that is like different every time? I mean job like… uh, this is a terrible example, but the lawyer, for example !! Because every time, you get a different problem that you have to work with. Or maybe you could try writing or something similar to that, where basically you get to decide what will you do ! I’m so sorry you feel this way, hopefully it’ll change soon :33 Good luck !