#prepare for a crap load of tags for all the ships i have

[way-2-haught]

Ao3: *You already left a kudos here*

Me knowing damn well that I've never read this fic before:

[whumpbby]

This is so ridiculous!! As if filtering things out on ao3 isn't even easier since they released the exclude function!!! Speaking of experience! I've so much shit that's not to my taste filtered out!! And the batfandom is amongst the better ones (I've been in) about tagging things. Yes, I've stumbled on fics that had shit I didn't like and that fucked me up for a few days, but that's on me for being lazy and not reading the tags, not the author! This people would not have survived the ffnet days!

The latest argument I saw before blocking the whole thing for my peace of mind was that there is SO MANY iterations and different pairing variations you can't block them in one go. Which just means that yeah, you have to spend a while on blacklisting and every time you come across a new no-no tag you have to add it to the list. That sometimes the porny summary is short and you read it by accident - so the best solution is for it to not be there at all. That it's a work in progress you have to keep at. Like, you know, something that is important to you personally.

I don't mind tagging my ships as batcest, but even if I do, it won't help the op, because this isn't the underlying issue there. Op doesn't want to see incest/explicit material in 'public spaces' (sic) and so tags/ratings/summaries have to hide it from them. The author is asked to feel shame for their work because is about a "bad" subject someone may find unpleasant.

And, as the situaton in the post went from "tag better" to "this should not be visible because it's BAD and TRIGGERING!" very fast, I can reliably predict that this envelope will travel. There was an attempt at "I will fight for your right to write it" but the underlying message is clear "but not where people can see it!"

And I understand, incest is a dodgy subject. It will always be, because it can't be removed from it's heavy load. It has to be treated with caution.

On another hand, tho, walking into a part of the fandom that is fairly well managed on that front with a "no, you move!" and a moral outrage at the ready and a smoking gun of a "I'm a survivor" to boost your arguments is a tired tactic no one will react well to.

So, the op is a survivor of something. I am sorry they are. So am I. So is another person in the discussion who came into it with much more grace and courage than both me or op could freaking attempt. But our opinion doesn't matter, we have to move, op is in the right and will shout louder to let everyone know.

I am not taking it.

My triggers are mostly tactile and audiovisual. And I mean triggers, not squicks. They make me suffer real physical and mental consequences that sometimes last for days.

I get triggered by touching things. By hearing certain sounds. Sometimes by thinking about them. I've spent the first 20 years of my life suffering panic attacks I could not define or predict, I had no idea they were panic attacks at all and because I couldn't explain them to my parents, they couldn't help me in any way. I've spent these years terrified of my own body. To this day I don't know what is the cause of it all, because a lot of things happened to me, could be anything.

I have learned how to survive them and pull myself out, and nowadays I know what to avoid. Asmr content sends me into an uncontrollable rage and panic - so I avoid the whole section of YouTube, because it's in my own best interest that I don't make my day crap. Not all asmr content is tagged as asmr, so I am vigilant, finger on the trigger ready to book it or silence the video. Always. Because its in my best interest that I am. Because some authors are not aware their content is asmr and YouTube gives no fucks about you not wanting to see something. Things that I can't touch without shaking and wanting to exit my own skin are normal everyday items, some are safe until I pick them up - thickness, texture, that kinda stuff matters. I have learned to work around them whenever possible, even some are things I still have to handle because I am an adult with a job and can't ask colleagues to carry stuff for me.

Things I can't look at are always somewhere on the Internet, most of them seem safe until I look. I am trying to be prepared.

You know what would make my life easier? A comprehensive system of excluding stuff that triggers my anxiety that requires of me only that I pay attention and keep an eye out and update accordingly and back away when I have to.

And I'm not trying to make an argument of "it could have been worse for you!" to invalidate the op's issue. It can always be worse, for anyone. I am saying it all to show that I understand the helplessness one may feel when they have to take all these steps to protect themselves and things are still not 100%. And I am still of the opinion that there is no tool good enough at any job that it will replace the work I have to put into keeping myself safe. Demanding of others to accommodate me won't help me, because it will never be enough. Arguing strangers into making my life easier will not help me, it will only end up in an argument.

And it sounds pretty logical to ask people to tag their chancy content, right? Morally sound to the point where disagreement seems like a crappy thing to do. Of course you want to help people who need it, right? You don't want to trigger anyone on purpose, right?

But this is a platform with already established system in place that works in a way it's intended for these avoiding and searching as long as you work with it. Op is demanding that strangers calibrate that tool in their stead and that will not work, it will never work well enough, and so it will forever be a point of tension and disagreement. The goalpost will always be moving, because there will always be another thing, another person who doesn't know or care, or forgot, etc. Another person whose needs will stand in opposition to the first with the same right to be catered to.

It's not a kind idea, but no one on the Internet owes anyone nothing more than a bare minimum of common courtesy, if even that, regardless of their circumstances, because it's not a "public space". You can't trust strangers to take care of you or work with you, or handle your tools. Can't browbeat them into wanting to.

[retro-rezz-the-est]

The Right Alpha pt. 2 (Drew/Reader/Roman A/B/O)

Summary: A/B/O action with Drew and Ro accompanied by real time plot lmao. No smut this time, but plenty of angst and fluff.

(A/N: I wanted to get this out for my birthday and for the 500 followers milestone last week but since I’m a lazy piece of shit who’s brain doesn’t work properly, I forgot lol. So here it is! Thanks once again for 500+ and let’s hope that I haven’t lost my marbles due to VKM’s crap by the next milestone. God bless @writinglionqueen and @writing-reigns for being my betas and my support system throughout this. Love y’all both! ^3^)

Warnings: a lot of harassment/sexual harassment, brief flashbacks of the douchebag ex from the first part and Roman and Drew bc they should come with their own warning labels lmao

Word Count: 6728

Read part one here 

(Y/n): your name

                                                       ~~~~~

“You sure you don’t need anything tonight?” Roman asked.

“Trust me, Ro, I’ll be fine,” you said, holding your phone to your ear as you walked towards the backstage door. Even though Ro was still scheduled to be at tonight’s show, he still had yet to show up to the arena. Duffel in hand, you shouldered the door open and were met with the bustling sounds of the production team and the stagehands prepping for that night’s SmackDown Live taping. 

You heard him chuckle in your ear. “If you say so, baby girl. Love you.”

“Love you too, Big Dog.”

Your heart felt light as you ended the call, sighing to yourself and holding the phone to your chest. You’ve been floating on air since Roman and Drew confronted you in that hallway after RAW a few months ago and with the implementation of the new, albeit incredibly stupid, “wild card rule”, you were able to spend more time with your Alphas. For the first time since jumping ship to the blue brand thanks to the new rule, you felt…

...happy.

You were actually eager to come into work that day, mentally preparing for your tag match with Bayley against Alexa and Nikki Cross. Sporting one of the merch tees you stole from Ro and a pair of jean shorts, you tried to maneuver your way around everyone and make it to the women’s locker room in one piece. You tugged on it and bought the collar to your face, inhaling and smiling as the scent of your alpha washed over you.

You really have it bad, don’t you? you asked yourself, your thoughts taking over.

Yep, and I don’t mind one bit.

You didn’t notice the figure in front of you until you crashed into them nose-first, bashing your head against the back of theirs.

“Shit,” you said, pocketing your cell as you tried to speak with a mouth full of hair. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention!”

“It’s ok, girl. I shouldn’t have been standing around like an idiot,” the voice replied, their body turning to face you.

The now-revealed Smackdown Women’s Champ ran a hand through her long hair and smiled at you, taking her other hand off of her suitcase’s handle briefly to give you one of her iconic hugs. When you first transferred from the Monday show, the Beta was the first person to show you any sort of kindness. So, the two of you became fast friends, looking out for each other both in and out of the ring. “So, how’s my fave tag team partner doing?”

“I’m doing well, actually,” you replied as you started off on you way again, her trailing closely behind you. “SmackDown’s a lot more chill than Raw is, to be honest.”

She let out another short laugh. “You’re not wrong here, (Y/n), but the wild card rule keeps shaking everything up around here.”

“Ugh, tell me about it. If I keep having to see the same people getting pushed when there’s quality talent just sitting back here, I’m gonna pull my hair out.”

“I know, right? I’d love to face some of the other girls here, like Kairi or Ember,” she added, unzipping her dark grey hoodie.

You raised your brow at her suggestions and noted, “I would actually pay to see those matches happen.”

“Well, at least it hasn’t been all that bad lately. You still get to see your mates every day thanks to the rule,” she sighed in content and looked at you. “I’m literally so jealous of you. Two mates! How do you guys even function?”

You started to ramble on about your relationship with the two Superstars as the two of you continued to walk down to the locker rooms, but you soon noticed Bayley glancing at you funny.

“What?” you asked her, brushing yourself off. “Is there something on me? Is there something on my face?”

“Nah, there isn’t. I was just hoping that you were gonna get into the more… juicy details,” she cheekily wondered, a sly grin plastered on her face.

“B-Bayley! I’m not gonna gossip about my sex life here! There are three topics you don’t talk about at work: politics, religion, and sex!”

“Aww, come on, live a little!” the beta whined. “Just this one little thing? For me?”

She already knew the answer the moment she looked back at your face, pouting in defeat. She made a move for her pocket and paused, feeling around in it when her eyes went wide.

“What’s wrong, Bayley?”

Groaning, she answered, “My hair ties. I think I left them with that stagehand I bumped into when I got here about an hour ago. Can you wait for me here and watch my bag while I try to find them? I promise I won’t be gone for long.”

“Of course,” you responded as she handed her small suitcase over to you. She shouted a “thank you” in your direction as she ran off and turned a corner.

You dropped your duffel on top of her suitcase and pulled your phone back out and leaned up against the wall behind you, scrolling through your old texts as you drowned out the hustle and bustle around you. You opened your group chat with Drew and Ro, giggling at how they both complained about working with Shane and his behavior.

Reading through the messages, you didn’t notice the shadow that had just loomed over your body. A hand slapped the wall next to your head, but you didn’t want to look up. You didn’t want to look up because you already knew who it was.

Speak of the fucking devil.

“Hello, (Y/n).”

You could already hear the sickly sweet adoration dripping from his voice, but you still didn’t look at him when you responded. “What the hell do you want, Shane?”

“Woah there, Omega. Is that any way to speak to your boss? I feel offended,” he said, his voice still filled with endless loads of fakeness. You could smell the cockiness rolling off him in waves, so much so that you had to hold your breath whenever he was around. The hand on the wall was slowly moving closer to your head and you could hear it, and you hoped to whoever’s above that someone would do something about it.

But no one ever did.

You could feel your hands starting to tremble as he leaned closer to your face. “I was just gonna ask where your two big, bad Alphas were, sweetheart. There’s no harm in that.”

The weight of his leer felt like a brick pressing against your forehead and you kept getting whiffs of want her and mine that you sure as hell didn’t need today. The Alpha above you moved a piece of hair away from your face and chuckled at your hesitance, already familiar with it.

“Y-You should already know where Drew is, you prick. And Ro’s here as well. He’s just not… here… right now.”

Your wolf was going absolutely batshit at the sight of him, and the thought of him touching you made it even more ravenous.

Hit him! Tear into his smug face! Kick him in the balls! Tell him off! Do something already!

You could feel your teeth start to grow sharper as he chuckled again, his free hand descending to your waist while the other made its way to the back of your head. You could feel his gaze lingering in your cleavage, and you felt more exposed than before.

Why can’t he just leave me alone, for fuck’s sake?

“Oh, he’s not here right now? What a shame. Truly,” he said teasingly. Shane’s hands gripped you tighter as he pulled you closer to him, forcing you to look up at him and drop your phone to the floor with a clatter. His eyes were malicious, but they held in them a caring look so fake and plastic that it made you sick.

Your entire body shuddered as you looked into his empty eyes. “Yeah, he’s not here now. So, w-what do you want from me, S-Shane?”

It was still shocking how no one passing by saw him do this to you. It still shocked you how no one interfered with him tormenting you like this.

“You know what I want, (Y/n). Just say yes and I’ll go.”

Resisting the urge to scoff, you uttered, “The fucking answer’s still no and you know why.”

“Aww, come on, live a little!” he whined, mocking Bayley’s earlier comment and making you cringe. “I could show you a really fun time.”

He managed to pull you even closer to his chest and he leaned down to your ear. “Just picture it: a night out celebrating with me and Drew after beating your pathetic, waste of space mate to a pulp once again. And as the night grows even later, we could get more… intimate, if you will.”

Don’t say anything, you told your wolf despite the immediate pushback from it. Shane’s breath was near potent and you actually felt the need to eject a wave of vomit onto his Jordans. Keep quiet and don’t make this any worse for me.

“Plus, seeing as those two idiots haven’t even claimed you yet, I can show that Scottish dud how it’s really done.”

Gripping your hair, he yanked your head back and bashed your head on the wall, ogling at your unmarked neck while you hissed in pain. With your arms stuck against his body, his head fell and he drew his nose over the skin. “You’d love being mine, Omega. I’d treat you right, unlike those absolute brutes you have for mates.”

Don’t do anything because if you do, then you’ll bite his nose off and we’ll be out of a job.

“What do you say, (Y/n)? You wanna take this for a test drive?”

His wedding band started to dig into your side through your shirt and you yelped, telling him, “You shouldn’t be doing this, Shane. You’re married, right? And you have pups?”

He roared with laughter at your comment, and all you wanted to do in that moment was curl into a ball and hide with your mates at your side. He responded with a large grin, saying, “And what about it, sweetheart? She doesn’t have to know now, does she?”

Moving up to your jaw from your neck, his lips brushed against your cheek as he added, “And besides, you like knowing that, don’t you?”

Before he could move closer to your own mouth, his own phone rang and you thanked every deity in existence that he released you and moved away to take the call.

“We’ll finish this conversation later, (Y/n). I’ll see you around.”

Holding the phone to his ear, he brushed off his chest with his free hand and casually walked away, you looking bewildered as he did so. You felt nauseous and dirty, feeling your now sharpened nails digging into the palms of your hands as you curled them into fists.

You hated this.

You’ve hated it since he started this little “game” of his a month ago, and you sure as hell hate it now. You hated how easily he could corner you and make you feel as vulnerable and weak as a small child. And you couldn’t even do anything about it because he was your fucking boss!

Your wolf howled in anger, letting out kill and must tell mates with every other breath. Everything around you continued as normal, but you knew that it was far from it. Your eyes burned with the feeling of unfallen tears and you could feel your breath grow faint when a familiar voice reared in the background. 

“Hey, (Y/n)! I’m back! Sorry I took so long, the stagehand wasn’t in the spot where I had found them originally and I had to go searching for them again but that took ages-”

Bayley stopped her mini rant and took a good look at you, your entire attitude seeming to deflate since she had left originally.

“Hey, are you okay?” the Beta asked you. “You look...sick. Like you’ve just seen a ghost or something.”

Blinking the tears away, you forced a laugh out and moved your hands behind your back. “It’s fine. I’m just… just a little nervous about tonight. It’s my first time going against Alexa and I want my first match with her to go well.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll be fi- oh my god, (Y/n)!)”

You quickly looked around, eyes wide with shock. “What? What happened? What is it?”

“Your hands!”

“My wha- oh.”

Drops of blood were currently dripping from your fists and onto the floor, making small puddles at your sides. You didn’t feel the bite of your nails digging into your skin, but you chuckled nervously and tried to hide them again. She grabbed your wrists in one hand and reached for her bag with the other.

“We have to get these cleaned and wrapped before out match tonight. Come on!” she told you, hoisting your bag onto her shoulder and dragging you by your wrist to the medical personnel with her free hand.

~~~~~

“Haha, take that, Bliss! You’re never getting your hands on this!” Bayley exclaimed at the blonde as the woman clutched her sides at the champ’s feet, you raising her arm above her head in victory. Moments later, Nikki slid into the ring as soon as you two slipped out of it.

Bayley gave you a hug as she started to make her way up the ramp with her title held high, Bliss and Cross limping back up a few minutes later. You, however, walked in the direction of the announce table where an empty chair and headset were waiting for you. You gave a brief greeting to Graves, Saxton and Philips before situating yourself next to the first man.

The last match of the night was a one-on-one bout between Ro and Shane and as always, Shane cockily walked out to the ring with Drew in tow to the sounds of boos from the crowd and his “best in the world” introduction. Drew grabbed two mics for him and Shane before they both climbed into the ring, looking like they absolutely owned the place. It would’ve made you smile if it weren’t for him being the lackey at the likes of Shane. 

Shane raised his to his mouth and was about to talk, but he was interrupted by the blaring sound of Roman’s theme. He came out with a smirk on his face and you could almost hear the thud of his boots as he stalked to the ring.

He threw you a wink when he made it to the ropes closest to you and you smiled, hearing the ref signal for the bell and seeing Shane immediately rush at him from behind. He threw his forearm into the back of Roman’s head and crippled him, making you gasp. Drew applauded at ringside and the two of you locked eyes.

You shuddered under his intense gaze and you quickly looked away just in time to see Shane stomping out Roman, your mate groaning as his heel connected with his chest. You glanced away from the match briefly to discuss other matters with your fellow commentators (minus Graves, of course) before turning back and seeing Shane glaring directly at you, the look in his eyes making feel nauseous as you wrap your arms around your torso.

He winked at you like Roman had, taking his time raking those eyes along your figure and Roman was quick to notice. The Samoan bared his teeth and growled as he began to let out his wolf and rose from the ring floor, charging at Shane and spearing his head into the ringpost he was closest to. As the grey-haired Alpha started to regain his senses again, he threw his chest back and howled with the rest of the Universe and speared Shane again. The match was over before you could even blink, and Roman quickly pinned the other Alpha to pick up the win.

Huh, Shane’s off his game tonight. Good, you thought as you heard the three-count and you stood to clap for your mate. Taking off your headset and thanking the three men at commentary, you made your way into the ring and took Roman’s arm to raise it.

You two quickly moved out of it and began walking up the ramp side by side, his arm thrown around your shoulders and your own wrapped around his waist. Glancing behind you, you saw the dirty look Shane threw you and you smiled internally at that, claiming it as a small victory over him.

He pulled you aside near some supply crates as you made it backstage, bringing you into his chest while you inhaled his familiar scent. It had momentarily calmed your nerves down, being there with him, but they were briskly replaced by a new feeling of dread when he moved your hands from around him and looked down at your bandaged hands.

“How’d this happen, Omega?” Roman asked, worry making his brows furrow. “Did you hurt yourself?”

He started to rub at where the skin of your palms would be as you answered him. “Yeah, I did. I was nervous my match and I didn’t notice my nails digging into my hands. Bayley bandaged me up well, so I should be fine.”

You and your own wolf felt bad for lying to him about them, but you didn’t need him going after Shane with a death wish in tow and getting fired because of it.

This is better, you assumed, seeing his eyes grow soft. It’s better for all of us.

“I’m just glad that you were able to pin Shane tonight,” You raised your hands to cup his face and he nuzzled himself into them, making you chuckle. “Lord knows he needs to be put in his place.”

Roman laughed as you said the last bit under your breath, squeezing your waist before lifting his hands to move yours from his face. “Speaking of Shane,” he questioned, looking down at you with concern in his warm brown eyes, “what was that wink all about during the match? Is there something you’re not telling me, baby girl?”

“What? No,” you scoffed, answering him quickly. “Shane’s just being his usual dickish self in order to get under your skin and make you mad. Nothing more.”

The quickness of your response made the Alpha quirk his brow for a second when he smelled hurt and shame wafting off of you but he brushed it off, agreeing with you. You rose onto your toes and planted a kiss to his cheek, saying, “Now, you wait for Drew here while I go and get our things ready, ok?”

You let go of him and began walking away, hearing him reply with a “yes ma’am” and pivoting on your heel to see him throw up a faux salute in your direction. His eyes lingered on you even as your figure grew smaller until you finally turned a corner.

Your heart wanted to fall out of your chest and flop around on the floor when he asked you about your hands, and even more so when he asked about Shane’s shitty excuse of a wink. But, you persisted, even though your wolf continued to berate you about the situation.

Lying will not make this better. Makes it worse for you and mates. You’ll see.

~~~~~

Since your tag match with Bayley against Bliss and Cross went over so well on SmackDown, you were told that you had to give a dual promo with the blonde Omega the next week on the red brand. 

You arrived to the arena dressed in a casual black tank with some skinny jeans, your sweater tied around your waist. Since the skin on your hands was starting to heal and you didn’t want to encounter Shane again, you decided to take the longer route to the locker room instead, using as many of the hallways as you could. He was always lingering somewhere on both shows and was always eager to find you, and you weren’t taking any chances.

A few minutes had passed since you’d seen anyone and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in. Turning down another empty hall, you felt a presence trailing behind you as you walked, but you paid it no mind. Then, a rough hand grasped your shoulder and spun you around.

“Thought you could run away from me, little Omega?”

How in the absolute hell?!

Your eyes went wide when he spun you around and pinned your arms to your sides. Shane moved in closer and you had the incredible urge to just raise your head and scratch his face up with your teeth.

“H-How did you find me?”

His laughter bounced off the concrete walls, making your bones vibrate. “I told you last week that we’d finish our conversation later. And to me, ‘later’ means ‘right fucking now’.”

He laughed again at your lack of words, your mouth slightly agape and hyperventilating. You were smart in that you didn’t ball your hands up as to not puncture the skin of your palms again, but you were damn near close to.

You could feel his hands sliding up your bare arms and situate themselves at the base of your neck, his thumbs drawing figures along your collarbone. All you could see was his smug grin, complete with eyes that were filled with absolutely zero remorse for what he was doing.

“Why do you do this to m-me, Shane? What did I do to you?”

This caught his attention. “You haven’t done anything yet, but you will.”

Huh?

“Like I said numerous times before, you’ll need a real Alpha like myself to show you the ropes. You’ll need me to claim you and show you how to be a good-”

He talked to you as if you were an incompetent child, and his hold on you grew tighter with every word. You began to struggle and try to get yourself out and away from him, but to no avail.

This hurts.

“- obedient -”

Pain.

“- little Omega for me, (Y/n).”

Struggling became useless as your breathing became quicker and quicker with each passing second and you shut your eyes tight, feeling them shift along with your teeth. His words were reminiscent of those from your ex-lover, and you couldn’t help but see blood red all over at the sound of them. 

All you could think of was how dirty your ex made you feel, putting you down constantly with his hurtful, disgusting actions and words, and he made you feel the exact same way that he had and you wanted him to. You had to physically hold yourself back from pouncing on him and dragging his face into the ground.

Get him now!

“Shane? Shane, where th’ fuck are ya? We’re on in thirty bloody minutes!”

Oh, thank the gods above.

Shane groaned and released you abruptly, causing you to stagger back. “Fucking hell, Drew.”

The large Scottish Alpha’s feet reverberated off the walls around you and he turned the corner closest to you two, looking around. He spotted you both and stomped over, clearly pissed off with Shane.

“What th’ hell, man?! Ya say you were gonna meet me here, an’ then you just rush out like a bat outta hell!”

Dressed in a simple white tee and jeans with a leather jacket on top, he curled his hands and growled, letting off more feral scents combined with his usual one. Through his frustration, he saw the glow of your shifting eyes and how much you were trembling, accompanied by the growing of your nails at your sides.

Eyes flickering between the two of you, he looked at the other Alpha and grimaced. “And what were ya doin’ all alone here with my mate, Shane? I thought I told ya she’s taken.”

The other man chuckled nervously as you cupped your neck, feeling the imprints from his fingers already beginning to bloom into small bruises.

“We weren’t doing anything, McIntyre. I just caught up with her and was just politely asking her a question about her new feud with Alexa. Isn’t that tight, (Y/n)?”

You nearly barfed at his piss poor attempt at being nice, but you decided to play along. “Yeah,” you murmured, willing your eyes to fade to their normal hue and your nails and teeth to shrink down. “We’re all good here.”

You feigned another laugh and quickly put your sweater on, zipping it up fully to keep your skin hidden. Drew looked as if he didn’t buy any of it but soon turned around, grabbing Shane by the collar and dragging him away.

“Woah, hey now, watch the shirt! This thing is worth more than your monthly salary!”

“Cut th’ shit,” the Scot grumbled, stomping away with him in tow. “We’re already running behind schedule and I don’t need t’ hear your daddy runnin’ his mouth at me again.”

And with that, the duo disappeared behind another wall, their voices fading into nothing while you stumbled back into the wall behind you, clutching your chest and feeling your heart race.

“Great,” you muttered, briskly walking in the opposite direction of them. “Hope the Glam Squad has enough concealer to cover these up.”

Your promo was one of the first segments of the night and you were finished with it relatively quickly, getting a fairly good reaction from the crowd when the other woman had come out to do her bit. You were glad everything went smoothly once you finished and when you finally got backstage, you started to make the journey back to get the remainder of your things and head back to the hotel.

You made it to the women’s locker room and shut the door, grabbing your sweater and bending down to stuff it into the bag you had Natalya bring for you. You got out your phone to text your mates and ask them when they were going to be finished when the door behind you creaked open, twin footfalls thudding on the floor. Their scent slowly filled the room surrounded you before you saw them and you relaxed your shoulders.

“Hey, are you guys finished for the night? I was gonna text you to see when you-”

You pivoted on your heel to face the two large Alphas with a grin on your face, Roman dressed in a long sleeved black tee and shorts and Drew in the outfit you saw him in earlier. They stared back at you intensely, Roman crossing his arms and Drew moving to go lock the door.

You shuddered under their intense glares, asking, “Is everything okay?”

Roman was the first one to speak, uncrossing his arms and walking over to you. He moved your bag and took your hand, sitting you down on the bench behind you as the Scot watched from the door.

“Me and Drew were talking earlier, and we feel like you’re hiding something from us, ‘mega.”

Oh, help me now.

“Me? Hiding something from you two?” you pondered, scoffing and chuckling anxiously. “Everything’s totally fine. Trust me.”

“And there it is again,” he shot back, “you’re doing that thing again. You’ve been acting skittish and dodging our questions for almost a month now. Why won’t you tell us what’s wrong?”

He was confused, and you could clearly see the hurt in his eyes when you looked into them. But you couldn’t bring yourself to tell them yet.

Do it.

“I mean, was it something that we said? Something we did?”

“N-No, of course not, Ro! You know you’d never do anything to hurt me! You both wouldn’t!”

You sighed and took your hands out of his, placing them on your head as your eyes fell to your lap. It took everything in you not to burst out into a fiery mix or rage and tears. “Look, I already told you guys before. It’s noth-”

A loud bang brought you back from your stupor and you yelped, jumping out of your skin and directing your attention to the door. Drew stood there with the side of his fist against the door, and there was a crack emulating from the impact.

“Enough of this, (Y/n). We’re your Alphas, your mates. You’re supposed t’ tell us when something’s up. Why’re ya hidin’ from us?” he whispered, his voice cracking near the end.

Drew didn’t really express his more sentimental emotions outright but when he did, it absolutely crushed you. You could see your mates hurting - feel them hurting - and they were slowly chipping away at your walls. The silence after he spoke was deafening and you knew that if a pin fell then, you would hear it.

Every second felt like a minute and every minute felt like an eternity until you opened your mouth again.

“I don’t want you both to think that I’m a bad Omega for not saying something sooner.”

Your soft voice prompted Drew to move away from the door and kneel down to your height, placing both of his hands on your thigh. “Leannan (sweetheart), nothing ya say right now will make us ever think that. You’re our mate, and ya should be able to tell us anything plaguin’ ya.”

“We love you, (Y/n), and we do care,” Roman added, moving his hand to cup your cheek. “You don’t have to tell us everything if it’s too much, but at least give us something.”

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

The fuse was lit.

Boom.

With that permission, you didn’t notice how quickly your body shifted into attack mode and you hastily stood, knocking your bag over.

“It’s fucking Shane’s fucking fault!” you barked, baring your teeth and nails to no one. “He keeps on stalking me and harassing me and bothering me and saying how much fucking better he’d be as my mate!”

You moved from the bench and began to pace the room, huffing and blocking out all outside noises as you continued to rant. “That little rich shitbag thinks he can do all of this over and over again with no consequence, and he thinks that he can just grab me and toss me around like I’m some useless thing! It makes me feel sick and dirty and… argh!”

The two Alphas jumped when you kicked a nearby locker, putting a dent in the shape of your foot in it. “I want to claw his eyes and scratch his smug stupid face! I hate it when he says that he’s gonna ‘show me the ropes’ and fucking claim me as his own when he’s got a whole wife and pups!”

You paused to catch your breath but you couldn’t stop the tears that were burning your eyes from falling. Your back hit the wall and you slid to the floor, cradling your face in your hands.

“I just… what did I do to deserve any of this?”

Your mates rushed to your sides as you cried, Drew holding you to his chest as you let the tears flow. You could feel Drew's heart beat faster and faster and you could feel Roman's heavy breathing on your neck.

The Samoan stood up and looked at your wrecked form, growling. You could see his eyes dilated and flash gold for a second before he turned away from you and unlocked the door, almost ripping it from its hinges as he stormed out with murder on his mind.

“Shane! Where the fuck are you, you bastard?! I’m gonna tear you apart!”

Oh fuck, you though, untangling yourself from Drew and getting up as quickly as you could to follow him. You two scrambled outside to find the wild Alpha and spotted him barreling through anyone who dared to get in his way as he continued to shout.

“Everyone get the hell out of my way! Where’s Shane?! I’m gonna fucking kill him!”

You ran after him, shoving past poor stagehands and other Superstars to get to your angered mate. Reaching him, you took his wrist and spun him around, seeing his eyes blown out to a full gold. His chest heaved with every harsh breath, and you could see veins popping out of his neck from how hard he was clenching his teeth.

“You see? This is why I didn’t tell you in the first place! I didn’t want you to go on a murder-happy fucking rampage and lose your damn job!”

“She’s got a point,” Drew added, firmly grasping Ro’s other wrist. “You need to think!”

He was having none of it. “He hurt my mate, our mate, and that waste of space needs to pay! I’ll find him and rip out his eyes myself.”

It scared you how aggressive he was when he meant it, but you stood your ground. “You’re not the only one who wants to kill that bag of human scum, Roman, but we do have to be smart about this.”

“We can deal with him next week,” you sighed. “Just… just calm down, please.”

No! Now! Get him now!

Drew nodded, agreeing with you and helping you to pull the other man back in the opposite go get the rest of your things even though he continued to try and escape. You smiled to yourself, though, at the thought of the things you were going to do to Vince’s son in the near future.

                                                          ~~~~~

For the next week, your two mates didn’t leave your side for a second, with Roman escorting you out to the ring for your match on SmackDown the next night and Drew acting as your personal bodyguard when the cameras weren’t rolling. They wouldn’t let anyone get near you, growling and baring their teeth at anyone who wasn’t a personal friend who dared to get in your personal space.

Monday came far too soon and the three of you arrived to the arena, game faces on as you waltzed in like your own little pack. They each had an arm around your waist with a hand in each of your back pockets, leering at everyone while you grinned.

Roman and Drew were already planned to have another in-ring bout prior to Extreme Rules, but they wanted to have you out for the main event as support. You already knew that Shane was going to be there, going ringside to cheer the Scotsman on and berate his opponent.

You all had your roles, you all had your positions. Now, it was just time to put it all into play.

As their match was the one to close out the night, you had to deal with hearing Shane’s long introduction when him and Drew went through the curtain. You watched them travel to the ring and you saw the Scottish Alpha’s hand twitch, eager to get his large hands on the man next to him.

Shane continued to rant before you and Roman cut him off, trekking down to the ring to meet him. He swiftly ducked under the ropes as Ro approached him but he smiled at you when he saw you, instantly making you sick to your stomach.

Gripping his elbow, you whispered, “You know what to do, right?”

“Of course I do, baby girl,” he replied, brushing you off. “I got this.”

He smirked at you, climbing up the steps and under the ropes. The bell rang and the match began with the two men locking into each other in the middle of the squared circle, Drew quickly getting Roman into a headlock and bringing him down to one knee.

He managed to shove the larger man off of him and into the ropes to throw his forearm into his clavicle and drop him down with a thud. Roman roared as a “Let’s go, Roman!” chant erupted from the crowds. You applauded him and Shane sneered, creeping closer to the ropes like a rat to freshly tossed food.

The match went on for several minutes, each filled with blows delivered and taken by both Superstars. Drew took a harsh Driveby from Ro on the edge of the ring and you were almost certain that he had been knocked out, had it been for the groan he made when he reached up to rub at his head.

It quickly turned to the Samoan being on the receiving end of most of the blows when Drew landed a nasty Glasgow Kiss to his skull, dropping him like a fly. He dragged the fallen wrestler to the middle of the ring, standing above him menacingly.

“Pin him! What are you doing, man? Just pin him already and get it over with!”

Shane’s loud voice could be heard above all else and you prayed that Roman would get up and walk it off like it was nothing. Instead, Drew chuckled and ducked out of the ring, walking around it to come face to face with the McMahon. As the older Alpha continued to go on and on, your mate threw the fastest right hook you’ve ever seen, making Shane plummet to the floor like a stone in water.

You looked around at the shocked faces of the commentators as well as various members of the WWE Universe, but you didn’t expect the roaring cheer that one move got.

He kneeled down to his level and proceeded to pumble the man further, driving fist after fist and hit after hit into him. You were full-on belly laughing at that point, noting how comical it was to see the once high and mighty Shane McMahon who had cornered you numerous times be put in a similar, vulnerable position.

It was beautiful.

Hearing the newfound commotion, Roman arose from his spot on the ring floor akin to the Undertaker and the crowd went wild once more. He got up and ran to the ropes behind him, bouncing back from them and diving over the set in front of him, Drew moving so he wouldn’t get hit.

Shane’s head struck the ramp below and began bleeding as his face and body grew battered and bruised. The two men towered above him and rained down blows and kicks galore, and you wished you had a phone with you to record the magic happening. They then hooked an arm under one of his and hoisted him up from the ground, looking at you gleefully. 

It was your time to shine, your chance to get your licks in.

“Go on, leannan!” Drew shouted, a wide, wicked smile plastered on his face. “Show this ugly bastard what’s for!”

Roman laughed alongside him. “Show ‘im your spitfire, Omega! Make him pay for what he did to you!”

Make him pay.

You roared, baring your sharpened teeth and charged at the silver-haired man, landing a solid dropkick to the middle of his chest. He fell with an “oof” and laid there like a limp ragdoll, but you weren’t going to let that deter you from having your own fun.

“If you ever-”

Punch.

“-ever-”

Another punch.

“-ever-”

One more for good measure.

“-think about touching me or talking useless crap about my mates again, I will fucking. End. You!”

With every word let out, you let out led to another hit to his body, your feet flying everywhere they could reach. After a solid five minutes of you three tossing him around and beating him to a pulp, you landed a fine tuned pointed-toe kick to his crotch. He crumbled to the ground, clutching his body as you and your mates looked on victoriously.

You could barely hear yourself think over the commotion going on around you, but you didn’t care. You got your payback. You all did and if he tries some shit like that again, you’ll be bound to pay him back again by a ten-fold.

You raced up the ramp to meet your lovers at the head, raising their arms to signal your win against Shane’s bullshit. You felt a weight being lifted off of your chest and you felt relieved for the first time in over a month.

Karma really is a beautiful thing, isn’t it?

                                                         ~~~~~

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[bevioletskies]

bring it on home to me [1/5]

summary: The fight of everyone’s lives may be over, but for Nebula, Peter, and the rest of the Guardians, the search for the person they love most has just begun.

a/n: MAJOR spoiler warning for Avengers: Endgame, though I am a little vague about the events of what happened. Regardless, please don't let me spoil it for you!

Fic title is, of course, from the song Bring It On Home To Me by Sam Cooke.

word count: 2.6k | ao3 | tag

Peter woke to a cold bed, his teeth chattering and his feet numb, and promptly rolled over to blindly pull his tablet off his bedside table - if one could call it that, given that it was an old crate he’d found in a junkyard on Knowhere - and attempt to remotely adjust the Benatar’s temperature controls. To his utter lack of surprise, it didn’t work. He wasn’t sure Rocket’s recent rewiring of the ship was to blame, but he was sure he was going to say so at the next team meeting, anyway.

He stumbled out of bed, got dressed, considered for a total of thirty seconds as to whether he wanted to shave the slow-growing beard he’d been developing with little success over the last few months or so, and then waved it off, making his way out of his tiny little bunk and into the ship’s communal area. There, sat at the console table, was Nebula, her feet propped up on its surface and her inky black eyes fixated on him like she knew he was coming (she probably did).

“You eat yet?” Peter asked, yawning loudly. She recoiled at the sound.

“No,” she said shortly. “Our rations are lacking. We need to make another stop before we unnecessarily starve ourselves to death.”

Peter grinned. “I like that you said ‘our’. Gives me the warm fuzzies.” Nebula glared, her eyes following him all the way around the room as he tapped into the ship’s operating system on the main holoscreen. She didn’t miss the way his face fell the slightest bit, the way he took a sharp inhale to prepare himself for his next line of questioning. “Find anything yesterday?”

“Nothing. The same as the day before that, and the day before that, and the weeks and months before that,” Nebula said. She turned away, suddenly finding it too hard to look at him, to know that every emotion written on his face was on par with every emotion that stirred in her chest. “We know that. You know that.”

He swallowed, his hand hovering over the screen. Subconsciously, or instinctively, really, he’d taken himself to the criminal records that the Nova Corps had written up on them what felt like decades ago. The picture that stared back at him looked familiar but not quite close enough, the detailed write-up that sounded like someone he knew but not the someone he knew now. Or maybe had known.

“Don’t mean we have to accept it,” he finally said, turning to look at her. “I’m done being passive. Passive is gettin’ us nowhere. We don’t have the right to call ourselves the Guardians if all we do is sit around like a bunch of a-holes.”

“Then it’s good that I’m not one,” Nebula retorted. Peter shoved the screen aside and stomped right up to her, face-to-face, slamming his palms down on the table. He almost detected a twitch in her otherwise stone-cold expression, a betrayal that revealed how affected she truly was.

“You’re a Guardian, Nebula, okay?” His voice was dangerously low, the kind of pitch and tone he usually reserved for when he wore his mask, but there was no finger on the trigger of his quad blasters, just the wetness of his eyes and the intensity of his gaze. “No matter what anyone says. Including yourself.”

She stared back, standing up slowly; he followed her inch by inch. “I’m far beyond letting anyone tell me who or what I am. So you take your self-hatred for what you’ve done and what you didn’t do, and keep it to yourself, Quill. When you stop by the nearest planet to pick up supplies, I suggest you drop me off. This is no longer a ride I want to be on.”

The closest planet they came across was like many others they’d been on before - nondescript in every shape and form, lacking distinguishing features or unique characteristics that would make it any more memorable than the last. For Rocket, all he wanted whenever they touched down somewhere new was a junkyard and a bar, preferably within spitting distance of one another so he could walk in sober and stumble out drunk.

Upon returning to their landing site an hour after they’d first arrived, he apparently came back just in time to see Nebula stomp her way down the Benatar’s ramp and out the loading bay, snarling at the nearest attendant who had gingerly approached, wondering if Peter needed any help with the engine. Peter was stood by the nose of the ship, running his fingers through his hair agitatedly, but made no move to follow her. “She’ll be back,” he was saying to a concerned-looking Drax and Mantis by the time Rocket joined them. “Look, Rocket came back and he talks about leavin’ all the time!”

Rocket fixed him with a long, haunted stare. “Don’t even joke about that, Quill.” Peter’s face crumpled. Rocket turned and made his way up the stepladder and directly into the ship’s engine, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. It was hard for anyone to look anyone else in the face these days, but Peter was especially difficult to take, Nebula even more so for how numb she seemed to be.

He poked around aimlessly for a few minutes, trying to find the cause of their latest ship-related issue. If it wasn’t the computer system, it was the pipes, or it was the engine, or it was the fact that the Benatar was a piece of crap when they got it and was still a piece of crap now. Rocket huffed impatiently, nudging the casing with his foot. “C’mon,” he grumbled. “What kinda engineer would I be if I can’t fix the damn engine?” Another swift kick, harder this time, but all it resulted in was a stubbed toe and a bruised ego. It was a testament to how distracted Peter was that he didn’t even bother chastising Rocket for it, instead disappearing back inside the ship with the others in tow.

Another low growl, and Rocket sat back on his haunches defeatedly, pushing his toolbox aside for the time being. He leaned forward, resting his head in his paws, pulling at the bits of fur that seemed to be falling out of his temples in worryingly large patches, the grooves where his claws had dug near-permanent welts into his cheeks. “I am Groot?”

Rocket lifted his head to see Groot approaching him apprehensively, still clutching his beloved handheld Defender in one hand, the other outstretched in Rocket’s direction. “What d’ya think? We shoulda gotten rid of this rustbucket a long time ago.”

“I am Groot,” he protested, climbing up to sit beside him, his legs swinging over the edge of the ship’s hood. “I am Groot.”

“Yeah, well, nothing’s ever gone right for us, why should it start now?” Rocket let out a hysterical laugh. “Out of the last five jobs we had, two were a complete and utter failure, and one shorted us on units. All ‘cos Quill’s too busy dragging us around the galaxy to find her. ‘Cept that wasn’t her. That wasn’t...that wasn’t our Gamora. That was a Gamora. And I dunno if she wants to be ours, or if she can be in the first place. But he’s done it, Groot. He’s gone and lost his mind, and now we’re the ones who gotta pay for it.” The engine sparked pathetically. “More like not get paid for it.”

“I am Groot.” They both fell silent, Groot politely ignoring the loud, shaky breath Rocket took that certainly wasn’t related to the engine issue. Then, Groot began to hum. It sounded a little thin and reedy in his voice - “tree puberty”, as Peter had so delicately once put it, looked and sounded a lot like human puberty - but it was instantly recognizable.

“Don’t - don’t do that, man,” Rocket said half-heartedly. “We haven’t heard that since you were no bigger than a boot.”

“I am Groot,” he shrugged. He still remembered every note, let it linger in his head sometimes when he needed it most; only he remembered it in her voice, heard the joy when she first remembered the lullaby her parents had sung to her as a baby, how she sang it to him when he was fussy or scared or just wanted to keep her by his bedside for a few more minutes. He’d grown out of it eventually, scoffing at everything and everyone around him like a typical stubborn adolescent, but now he longed for it again, even if just for one more time. “I am Groot?”

“Nah, I don’t think she would’ve known how to fix this.” Rocket twisted a series of wires around his finger, nearly slicing through them with his claw in his absentmindedness. He quickly withdrew his paw before it could happen. “Hell, I’d ask Nebula if she wasn’t in such a...Nebula mood.”

He glanced around the hangar where they’d parked, how very average it all seemed - sky-high ceiling heights, long stretches of metal and concrete as far as the eye could see, and people of all kinds milling about, fawning over a cool ship someone had brought in or arguing over how to best fix the reason they’d landed here in the first place. They had been in a place very similar to this the first time she asked him if she could help, mere weeks after the Guardians had officially formed, with everyone still cautious and nervous and new to existing alongside other people.

“I spent years helping Nebula with her implants,” she had said with her arms folded across her chest, watching him yank at the wires fruitlessly. “Let me take a look.”

“Ship mechanics and implants ain’t the same thing,” Rocket had retorted without sparing her a glance. “Look, I’m sure you were a big ol’ help to your wacko sister, but leave the engineering to me. You go...swing your sword at somethin’ or whatever.”

“You insult me by insinuating I’m only useful in a fight.” The cadence of her voice had been even, measured, but there was a hint of danger to it that gave Rocket the impression he wasn’t going to win this one. “I’ve also shadowed some of the best engineers in the galaxy and made countless minor repairs before. At least let me watch so I can learn. No one ever gets anything done just standing by.”

Rocket had sighed, moving aside so she had room to hover over him, her gaze intensely focused on the meticulousness of his work. “Is that what you told yourself when you first went after the Orb?”

“Yes.” The quickness, the sureness, even, of her reply had surprised him. “I spent years watching Thanos destroy homes, destroy families. Knowing his plans for the Stone, I couldn’t watch any longer.”

“But your sister could? She’s a real piece of work.”

“Watch yourself, Rocket.” She had reached out, gripped his tiny wrist with her long, battle-calloused fingers far too tightly. “My sister and I, we’re like you. Built for someone else’s purpose. Taken apart to fulfill another’s desires. Her lack of morality may disappoint me, but I can’t deny that not too long ago, I still felt the same way.”

He had yanked his arm out of her grasp, shaking it, mulling over her words. “So what changed? Why did you turn your back on the big purple man, and not her?”

“It could be anything that kept her from doing so - disposition, personality, personal traumas…” She had trailed off, tapping one fingernail gently on the glint of silver in her cheekbone, a particular piece that outlined the sharp planes of her bone structure a bit too well. “...repeated body mutilation and a craving for validation that will never come would break anyone’s spirits. You know that as well as we do.”

Rocket had cleared his throat, turned his attention back to the work at hand. “Alright, honesty hour’s over. You gonna pick up a wrench of your own or what?”

“I am Groot.” Groot’s voice brought Rocket back to the present, his chest aching with something he could identify, but wanted to deny. Melancholic longing had always been part of his life, but never his vocabulary, and he wasn’t about to start now. He didn’t want to sound like one of the morose love songs Peter had taken to playing on the ship through to the early hours in the morning. He didn’t want to wake up crying, chest heaving, gasping for air, the way Peter did sometimes, the way they all pretended he didn’t do, for the sake of what was left of his dignity. “I am Groot?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Stop starin’ at me, you’re making me nervous,” Rocket spat, his tone harsher than intended. His ears drooped when Groot’s eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed. Groot hopped back down onto the stepladder and started walking back to head inside the ship, his footsteps heavier than they had been when he first came out. “Wait, Groot...look, we’re all on edge, I don’t mean to be a dick about it. C’mere, let me show you how this junkpile works.”

Groot sighed, his shoulders heaving, and he went back into the ship without another backward glance. Rocket stared after him, his chin dropping to his chest as he hung his head. He could vaguely hear Peter and Drax arguing inside, with Mantis trying her best to moderate without using her powers, something Peter had sorely been against as of late, something about not wanting to numb himself to how much everything hurt (Rocket hadn’t really been paying attention, mostly because it hit too close to home).

“I am Groot.” Rocket lifted his head to see Groot walking back up to join him. Instead of carrying his video game, he was carrying a familiar-looking book, one that was dusty from lack of use, its spine still in perfect condition. He held it up to Rocket in a sort of peace offering, smiling tentatively. Rocket’s breath shook as he accepted it, brushing away the residue so the title could be read: Engineering Basics, Volume XI: Spacecraft.

“I can’t tell this is a gift or an insult,” she had said dubiously when Rocket first gave it to her. It had been two months since their encounter with Ego, and everyone was finally starting to feel more settled, more at peace with who they were and who they were with.

“You said you wanted to learn,” Rocket had protested. “Look, I spent a whole fifteen units on this!” She had fixed him with a look. “Okay, so I found it at yesterday’s trading post, the attendant said it was a gift from his parents, never used, wanted to get it off his hands. Isn’t it the thought that counts or some crap?”

She had laughed, an unexpectedly soft, musical sound that made Rocket’s ears perk up. “If you say so, Rocket. And thank you. I’m not sure when I’ll have the time with everything that’s going on right now, but I’ll keep it in mind.”

“I am Groot,” he said gently, now placing a hand on Rocket’s.

Rocket inhaled. “Guess she never got around to it. Thing’s never even been opened!”

“I am Groot,” he said, looking pensive. Groot looked younger then, a little bit more like his toddler self, his eyes round and liquid and perpetually in a state of nervous, uncertain energy. The lullaby continued to play in his head; he felt the ghost of a slightly calloused hand cup his cheek as if to say hello, goodnight, goodbye.

Nodding slowly, Rocket opened the book, running his paws over the glossy pages that were otherwise untouched. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I miss her, too.”

a/n: I just watched the movie yesterday and I have to get on a plane tomorrow but I just really, really needed to get some feelings out! This is more of a character relationship study than a strict "The Search For Gamora" fic, mostly because I needed a place to explore all the little headcanons I have about her relationships with each Guardian. And I know Thor was there with them at the end, but as much as I adore him, I wanted to strictly keep the focus on the team, so let's just say he left for a hot minute to check in with Valkyrie in New Asgard or something.

This fic probably exists in a dozen other forms already but regardless, this was oddly therapeutic to write and I hope you enjoyed it all the same! Thanks so much for reading, likes and reblogs would be much appreciated, and see you next time :)

[prorevenge]

Owner screws me over, screws up(s) his business.

To start, I won’t be saying the name of the shipping company franchise I worked for, suffice to say the title is very telling. This is a rather long story, so buckle in. You can skip the backstory and look for the revenge near the bottom. TL:DR at the end.

The Backstory

About five or six years ago I was relatively new to the workforce, having worked one minimum wage job at Mickey D’s. I had been there almost two years, but had little experience elsewhere. Well this one lady always came through early every morning to order a large Diet Coke, and would take a few minutes to talk to me. I mentioned to her that I was displeased with my bosses and the working conditions, and she invited me to come apply for a job at Not FedEx because they were always running low on employees! That should have been my first red flag.

The second red flag went completely over my head, because at this point I was 17 with no previous job experience. When I walked in for an interview, the boss (who I will call Jeph, because it sounds close enough to his name to allow him to remain anonymous) told me it would take five minutes. I wasn’t asked about my relevant experience, my goals within the company, or even told what position I was applying for. I assumed all interviews were different and went along with it, and started the next week with training. Everything went well for the first month. I basically just packed boxes, took down customer information, and sorted mail into the mailboxes we managed. The real trouble started after I was given my one month performance review.

I was deemed to be a valuable asset to Jeph’s franchise, and rightfully so. At 17 I was able to lift more and work better than the 20 and 30 something employees, and due to the work ethic my parents drilled into me I was never slacking off while at work. I was then informed that I would be swapping between Jeph’s two franchises, roughly 30 miles apart. (For context, the franchise I APPLIED TO WORK AT was roughly a mile from my house, so I could walk if I couldn’t get a ride.) Every other day I had to drive out to the location and somehow justify this with my slightly above minimum wage job. ($7.50 for those not in Texas.)

Overall my boss was a massive douche. His physical appearance could best be described as “troll like” with a shirt almost bursting, the top always undone to showcase his aging chest hair, and a face not unlike that of A&F owner Mike Jeffries. He openly cheated on his wife, bragging to coworkers about it constantly. He charged people one dollar for any amount of extra tape they needed on their package, despite the fact that we got roughly two rolls for that price in bulk. He had a special price calculator installed on the computers that charged people roughly 10% more than the package would be elsewhere. He would push employees (who he insisted didn’t work in customer service but sales) to never offer anything less than three day shipping even though we offered standard 7+ days and even cheaper options. I watched him actively lie to customers, claiming it was the price they had to pay blah blah blah, and almost yell at them to go to another store if they didn’t like it. But I digress.

Now here was the first dickish thing that my boss did to me specifically. Until this point, I was only working around 20 hours. After I graduated to working at both stores, Jeph had me sign a brand new W-2 for his second store, which was under a different company. (He owned both, naming one Blue (name for a .44 caliber bullet) and Blue (proper name for visible light)). Again, I had very little idea that this wrong because I had never had to deal with this before. He proceed to add another 20 or so hours to my schedule, bringing me up to 40 hours or more. But since I worked for two separate companies I never earned a dime of overtime or benefits of any kind.

At this point, I started accruing more and more duties, as my boss and coworkers started to trust me more and more. Buy my fourth month of employment (out of a total of eight) I was performing managerial duties such as: opening the store, counting the registers, closing the store, ordering product such as boxes and tape, and preparing shipments for transport. The work alone justified a raise, not to mention the hours I was being asked to work. However when I floated this idea by my boss, he very rudely insisted that since he had a manager for each store already, I was just doing my job and couldn’t earn a cent more.

Then came the second dickish move. We had a large company contract some drop off stuff with us, a telecom company we will say rhymes with Hey Tea and Tea. Customers would bring in their old cable boxes, wires, remotes and the like, and we would scan them and ship them back to Hey Tea and Tea, the company THAT LEGALLY OWNED ALL OF THIS HARDWARE. The customers would not pay us a nickel, but the telecom company would pay almost double what it actually cost to ship the package. There is no way Jeph could look that gift horse in the mouth and decide he was still owed the stable and all the horse’s tack as well, right? Surprise, surprise, Jeph had to take it one step further. ANY and ALL parts/cables/WiFi adapters/USB drives the customer returned to us that didn’t have a scan tag on them, Jeph would pull aside and either strip for copper or sell on eBay. And he would force us, the employees to package his eBay sales or copper wiring into boxes and ship them for him. He even popped batteries out of remotes and recycled them somewhere to get a tax credit. None of his employees ever saw a penny of this money (not that I would have accepted it). We estimated he raked in roughly three to four thousand a month just from stealing alone. For those of you bad at math, that is the price of TWO brand new 2018 Honda Civics.

The Revenge

The third (and fourth) final dick moves are what solidified my hatred for this boss, and my desire to strike back. They both came in the same week, roughly the same time, and both viscerally repulsive. My favorite coworker had recently gotten pregnant, and although the father got the hell out of dodge when he found out, she was doing very well for herself. She and I frequently closed together, and she promised she would bring the baby to sit in the back for the dull hours we had to kill from 6-10. We also had an annual store review from corporate that week, so our boss called a late night meeting after we closed one day. Our boss started out by saying that he was proud of our pregnant coworker for working so hard even with her “disability.” (Yes, even his sense of humor was slimy.) Then, in front of all fifteen employees, HE FIRED HER. He told her that because the Christmas season was coming up, and she would only slow down the store being pregnant and all, he had to let her go.

After she left, hatred seething in her eyes, he turned back to the fourteen of us who were left stunned, and continued on like nothing had happened. He proceeded to tell each of us our jobs for this weekend, leaving mine for last. My job, because I used to drive a decently sized mini van, was to ferry the corporate required supplies, cash for the safe, and OUR ONE WORKING FIRE EXTINGUISHER between the two stores while he kept corporate distracted between visits.

At this point I had taken enough shit from this guy, and I formulated my plan. I started by calling the Hey Tea and Tea fraud department, and telling them everything I knew. I took pictures and emailed them directly to the rep I was talking to, who seemed a little too excited about fraud being committed. I then scheduled a visit from a Hey Tea and Tea rep at the same time corporate was supposed to show up. My next step was to call Not FedEx and explain exactly what I just told y’all, with a few extra things thrown in that I couldn’t share for privacy reasons. They promised to send a rep as well, to the same store, at the same time.

The final step was put into action that Saturday. I dutifully loaded up my van with the supplies, cash (upwards of $4000 if I remember correctly), and fire extinguisher, and headed out. Except I did the exact OPPOSITE of what Jeph wanted. I took the crap to the first store he owned, which was the second one to receive a visit. After he texted the team saying they were moving on, I packed up all the shit and drove it to the other store they just left. Now I am unsure exactly what happened at the other store, but from some coworkers I pieced together that the Not FedEx rep showed up right after I left, but didn’t stay long, and the Hey Tea and Tea rep showed up just before Jeph had arrived and had time to hide his ill gotten gains in his office. The one coworker who was close enough to the office during the corporate meeting said there was lots of angry words being thrown and threats being made towards Jeph and his position as a franchisee. He also lost his franchises the ability to ship for Hey Tea and Tea, at least for a period of time.

Regardless, the very next day I was off because I was (and as cliché as this sounds I swear to God it’s true) helping my grandfather who just got out of the hospital. I receive a call from Jeph, saying I needed to come in right away, and work a double shift as well as close the store. I told him I couldn’t do that, and I was taking a personal day. He fired me right then and there, citing my usage of the work computer to run a photoshop business during work hours. (I’m assuming he was referring to the graphic design work I did FOR HIM, FOR FREE, which he asked me to learn how to do.)

The sad epilogue to this whole story is that he is currently still in business, and still running the same scams he was before. He WAS however fined for not having proper supplies in his stores, as well as forced to use corporate’s package rates rather than his own. So in some small way my revenge worked. He currently has a two star review on Yelp for both of his his businesses, and I hope to have a party outside his store one day when it goes belly up.

TL:DR: Boss is a total douche bag to me and customers, steals from a contract company, fires a pregnant woman for “slowing down the store” then gets his ass reamed by corporate and loses the major contract.

(source) (story by Chewbacca_Q_Wookie)

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Sometimes It Comes Down to a Choice (Part 1)

Pairing: Christopher Pike x Female OC

Takes place some point in the future after the events of the Red Angel

Summary: Alina has always carried a secret flame for her Captain and she's always known that it could never lead anywhere. However, the combination of a party and some drunken words might just make that a little more complicated. The only problem, everything just seems to be going wrong. Who knows, maybe a proper goodbye is just what they need.

Tags: angst, injury, a pair of dumbasses unnecessarily complicating things

Notes: Head Tactical Officer is a made-up position as far as I’m aware, Alina just needed to be high in the chain of command, ya know? also, surely the loading bay is the only place large enough for a party for the whole crew? like, Discovery is a big-ass ship

Word Count: 1,277

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“You’re starting to be ridiculous, Captain.”

“First of all, Osborne, I hardly call it ‘ridiculous’. Secondly, most tactical officers refrain from insulting their superiors.”

“Now you’re just avoiding the conversation.”

Pike just rolls his eyes and resumes reading the holopad before him.

“Because that’s any better?…Sir.”

His exasperation is accentuated by a small sigh, “I’m just not sure it’s a good idea.”

“It’s just a party!”

—

I’m not exactly sure who first came up with the idea but the ship was abuzz as soon as whispers of a ‘social gathering’ started. I first heard of it from Tilly, in her usual manner.

“You’ll ask the Captain, won’t you?”

“Hello Tilly.

“Yeah, hi Alina. You’re going to ask about the party? I was talking with the others and we all reckon you’re the best bet because you’re totally Pike’s favourite and if he’s going to say yes to anyone, it’ll-”

I raise my hand to stem the flow of words, “Tilly, I’m going to need to some more context. What party? And I am not the Captain’s favourite, we’re colleagues, and you need to stop saying that, you’re going to get me in trouble.”

“…Sorry. So, someone had the excellent idea to have a party on Discovery! With everything that’s happened, a party is what everyone needs! We’re not at war anymore and most of us didn’t even get a real break between expeditions, so why not have a little fun?”

As a tactician, a party sounds like an unnecessary risk. As an officer, I can see the benefits of giving the crew a break. As a person who has been looking at the world through a paranoid lens for a long time, a respite sounded like paradise.

“…I won’t make any promises, Tilly. It will be totally up to the Captain’s discretion. If he says no, that’s it, we move on.”

The air whooshes out of my lungs as she tackles me into a bear hug, “Ah, you’re the best, Alina! I know you can convince him!”

With a smile, I hug her back and then turn to resume walking. I move to wave my goodbyes but Tilly responds with a wink.

“After all, how can the Captain say no to his favourite!”

“Tilly!”

—

Pike still doesn’t seemed convinced, “Look, I would love for my crew to relax, but surely you of all people understand how this could go wrong.”

Aha, I’d prepared for this.

“Captain, it’ll be no more risky than when the ship’s running in night mode. The computer will be the first line of information and there’ll be a rotating skeleton crew monitoring the situation. Also, Commander Saru has already volunteered to remain sober should a commanding officer be required. Then, worst case scenario is a bunch of hangovers and some embarrassing memories. We have fun, then move on and get on with the job.”

He sighs again but this time I can’t miss the amusement in his eyes. The Captain’s eyes search mine for a moment and I try to ignore the prickling sensation that nosedives along my spine. Finally, his face breaks into a smile that I return before I can even think.

“You’re not going to let me say no, are you Tactical Officer Osborne?” Pike’s tone is joking and gentle in a way that electrifies my heart.

I give a little bow, “Captain, I’m glad you know me so well.”

He laughs quietly and shakes his head a little, reminding just how easily he can mesmerise me. There is something about the way that even soft laughter lights up his eyes which leaves me entranced. I blink and shove the emotions back to the pit of my stomach which is so full of unwanted feelings that it’s bound to overflow any day now. Crap, don’t think about that.

“I’ll oversee everything, Captain. It will be fine.”

Pike takes a moment to respond, “I know…I can always rely on you, Alina.”

I nod and turn abruptly to leave, hopefully hiding the blush rising up my neck.

I can always rely on you, Alina.

Shit.

——

Everything seemed to be running smoothly. I quickly ran through a mental checklist.

I sent a memo to all the heads of the departments, reminding them to keep their people reasonably in line. Some of the ensigns, lead by Tilly, have done their best to make the loading bay look festive. The music is being handled by Owosekun and Detmer, who apparently have a shared passion for the music scene. People seem to be enjoying themselves. I jus-

“I thought everyone was supposed to be taking a break, Osborne.”

I flinch, knocking over a thankfully empty glass, “Captain!”

He rights the cup before responding with a smirk, “Good to know that I have such an effect on you.”

If only you knew.

“I was lost in thought. You surprised me, Captain.”

He sighs in joke exasperation, “Alina, you’re the one who talked about the importance of ‘the intermingling of ranks to dismiss ideas of social supremacy and create a consolidated sense of unity’. I think we can all each other by our first names.”

I had said that, word for word, during some pitch to the other officers. It’s the fact that Pike even remembers the conversation that catches me off-guard.

He mistakes my pause for shyness, “Seriously, I can’t have my officers calling me ‘Captain’ at a party.”

“Of course, Ca-Chris…”

A gentle smile finds his face before he turns to study the crowd. I admire the line of his jaw and imagine running my fingers along its edge before I catch myself.

“So, are you enjoying yourself, C-Chris?”

Chris looks back at me for a moment before returning his gaze to the crowd, “Our crew looks happy and a red alert hasn’t been called; what more could I ask for?”

There’s something incredibly fatigued hiding under his cheery tone that leaves me unsure. As a crew, we treat him as this resolute and invulnerable figure that holds us all up when everything else is falling apart. But…Maybe the captaincy was weighing on him far more than he normally let show. After all, this job leaves its scars on all of us.

“You realise this party is as much for you as it is everyone else? Saru offered to be on call so that you could relax, Chris. Even captains need to take a break sometimes.”

This time, Chris swings around entirely so that we’re face to face. His eyes are puzzled but kind, and his forehead is wrinkled in uncertainty. I feel my hand move as if to smooth the worry from his bow but I quickly catch myself.

I gesture towards the crowd with the offending hand, “C’mon Chris. Go laugh, drink, dance. Your crew cares about you, and we want to see you enjoy yourself.”

I just hope he doesn’t catch how much the ‘we’ sentiment had been meant as an ‘I’.

Chris continues to stare at me, and for a second it seems like something important is going to happen. Then the moment passes and the expression on his face clears. He extends his hand towards me and I give him a look of confusion.

Chris smiles, “I only go if you go.”

I jokingly roll my eyes but step towards him. He swings around to place a strong hand on my shoulder, gently tucking me against him and guiding me towards the crowd. Chris keeps lightly brushing against me while he talks and every touch is setting my nerves on fire.

Why do I get a feeling this is going to be a long night?

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Masterpost: Round Three

Prompt: Dean has been acting sketchy for the past couple days and Sam and Cas are curious as to why. After doing a bit of poking around, they discover that Dean has been preparing for a Renaissance fair that Charlie found near the bunker and invited him to attend. Sam and Cas want to come along much to Dean’s embarrassment; shenanigans ensue.

(Remember: This is the gen fic round so no ships, please. Also, we’d like to keep this Teen rated. Obviously Charlie can be included in this round due to the prompt but other side characters will have to be over the phone or on Skype.)

Schedule and Posting Instructions

(As submissions are made, they will be posted here by the mods.)

#1 @zolaliz - Submission: 1

“Woah, Cas! Careful where you’re pointing that thing!”

“Apologies,” he said, passing the large pole-like weapon to his other hand. “I didn’t see you there.”

Sam paused a second, thrown by the look of Cas with a jousting pole in one hand and a knight’s helmet tucked underneath his arm.

“What’s with the knight get up?”

“Dean requested it,” Cas replied simply.

Sam threw his hands up in confusion as Cas continued past him, walking down the hall without any further explanation.

“Wha- Cas! Hey, wait up!” Sam jogged a few paces to catch up, “do you know why?”

“No.”

“And you didn’t think to ask?”

At this, Cas finally stopped walking to deliver Sam a flat look. “I think you and I are both aware of Dean’s tendency for deflection.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “I mean, yeah, but-”

“I must get going. Patience isn’t exactly Dean’s strong suit.”

Sam gave another exasperated sigh, “Cas, don’t you think he might be, I don’t know, up to something?”

Cas’s brow furrowed and his mouth pinched into a frown. “Of course not. What makes you say that?”

“All of this!” Sam exclaimed, motioning wildly towards everything Cas was carrying. “You don’t think that’s even the tiniest bit odd?”

Cas shrugged. “I’m sure he has good reason.”

“Good-? Good reason to want knight’s armor and a jousting stick?”

“Goodbye, Sam,” Cas responded instead, leaving Sam alone in the bunker hallway.

Maybe Cas’s faith in Dean was clouding his judgement, but Sam knew better. He could always tell when his brother was acting strange, and one way or another, he was going to get to the bottom of this.

#2 @deadlykittenkay - Submission: 1

Sam watched Cas’ retreating form go down the hallway and head towards Dean’s room. Chewing on his cheek he started to formulate a plan. He needed to know what his brother was up too. It wasn’t even October yet, so Sam immediately ruled out Halloween as a reason for the knight get up.

He decided to follow Cas only to see that Dean was not in his room. Sam stood silently watching as Cas carefully laid out the costume on Dean’s bed. The jousting stick against the wall. He chuckled hearing Charlie’s voice go along to that movie that she loved.

The sound of Sam’s chuckle made Cas turn to him. “Is there something humorous?” The angel asked.

“Sorry, I was thinking of a time when Charlie made Dean and I watch A Knight’s Tale.”

Cas’ face lit up with recognition. “The movie in which the hero wins a jousting match to win the affections of his lady, correct?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah and at one point his buddy says-”

“It’s called a Lance, hello,” Dean finished for him with a smirk.

Sam’s eyes narrow slightly, unsure if it’s because his brother is hiding something or because his brother cut him off.

#3 @jhoomwrites - Submission: 1

Determined not to be distracted, Sam pointed at the jousting equipment. “So what gives? Why you got Cas running around getting you this stuff?”

“Because it’s awesome?” Dean said as though it’s obvious.

“Uh huh.” That had to be one of his brother’s worst excuses… except it was a really common excuse for Dean, so it actually kinda checked out. “You relaly think that’s not a waste of Cas’ angel mojo? Getting random stuff for you just because it’s awesome?”

“… No?”

“I don’t mind,” Castiel said as he poked around the weapons on Dean’s shelf. He picked up the gun Dean had used to kill Hitler and looked at it closely, barely paying the brothers any attention. “We’re not working a case at the moment and there’s nothing Heaven wants of me at the moment. I’m at your disposal.”

“Dude’s bored,” Dean stage whispered to his brother. “Hey Cas, I ever tell you about the time I killed Hitler-?”

“ANYWAY,” Sam interrupted. He’d gotten tired of that story a while ago. Never mind that he knew Cas had heard it at least three times already, but still indulged Dean’s retellings. “You plan on like… just keeping that stuff in your room?”

“… Why not? It’s not like I’d wear it or anything. C’mon Sam, where you get these crazy ideas?” Dean’s nervous laughter had Sam narrowing his eyes suspiciously. Dean was definitely up to something.

#4 @blue-reveries - Submission: 1

It took another day for Sam to find a break in the case.

He was walking back to his room when he heard a phone ringing from the library. When no one seemed to answer it, Sam altered his course and wandered over to see whose phone it was. It was sitting in front of the chair that Dean favored and sure enough, the phone vibrating across the table was his brother’s.

The caller ID said “Queen of Moons.”

Smiling brightly, Sam picked up the phone and answered. “Hey, Charlie. What’s up?”

“I’ll tell you what’s up, Dean,” Charlie said rapidly, not giving Sam a chance to correct her. “The orcs are already starting to kick our ass and guess what? My newly appointed Knight of Strategy is still not here.”

“Charlie, I’m—”

“Oh no, mister,” Charlie said, sounding more frustrated than angry. “And to top everything off, the Warriors of Yesteryear are being a major pain in my ass because I promised a great plan and you aren’t here to help me deliver, Dean.” There was a pause but before Sam could talk, she spoke again. “Where in the frack are you anyway?”

“Um…this is Sam, Charlie,” he said carefully, not wanting to set her off again. Sam didn’t want to be on the receiving end of that. “Dean left his phone on the table and I answered since it was you.”

The line went silent. Sam could hear the somewhat familiar sounds of a Renaissance style camp echoing in the background. He was just about to ask Charlie if she was okay when she broke the silence.

“Holy Gandalf,” Charlie exclaimed before letting out a chorus of “no’s.” “How much would it cost me for you to completely forget everything you just heard?”

The worried guilt in Charlie’s voice struck a chord in Sam’s mind and his eyes narrowed as he mulled this information over. Dean asking Cas for medieval style clothes and weaponry…Dean acting sketchy…Charlie calling to rant to Dean about Moondor…

Everything clicked into place and Sam couldn’t help the excited grin from plastering itself over his face.

“Dean’s coming LARPing with you, isn’t he?”

The silence continued for a few more seconds before Charlie spoke again. “You did not hear any of this from me. Do you hear me, Sam Winchester?”

“Your secret is one hundred percent safe with me,” Sam swore solemnly. He even raised his right hand. “Dean will never know I found this out from you.”

Charlie sighed in relief. “Whew…okay, thanks. Can you just tell Dean that I texted you to have him call me?”

Sam agreed and wished her goodbye. He hung up Dean’s phone and placed it back where he found it. Practically vibrating with glee, Sam thought about what he was going to do. He’d promised Charlie that her name wouldn’t be tied to how Sam found out about Dean’s little hobby.

But he didn’t say he wasn’t going to tell Dean he knew.

#1 @zolaliz - Submission: 2

“So, Dean..” Dean warily turned towards Sam. He already recognized that tone; Sam used it whenever humoring Dean, which meant that Sam probably knew something Dean didn’t. “Since we’ve had a pretty light load of cases, I was thinking maybe I’d call up Charlie, go visit her this weekend.” Sam stood in Dean’s doorway, gaging his response. Dean worked his jaw for a moment, adam’s apple bobbing as he searched for a response. “You- why?” “I haven’t talked to her in ages! Besides, the finale of Game of Thrones aired and I promised I wouldn’t watch it without her.” Dean shifted nervously. “She’s probably busy.” “Yeah? I’ll give her a call anyway, ask about her plans for the weekend.” Dean jumped to his feet, flustered, eyes wide in panic as Sam ducked his head to hide his smile. “N-no, that’s not- dude, I just remembered! She was telling me about this LARPing thing.. a huge battle, she’s busy.” “She’s still doing that? She’s the queen of moods, right?” “Moons,” muttered Dean in correction. “Maybe I’ll tag along. Could be fun.” “What? No! That stuff’s stupid, Sammy, it’s for geeks and losers, which only half applies to you.” Sam paused to give him a quick, flat stare, before his smug grin fought its way back onto his lips. “If it’s so stupid, then why are you doing it?”

#2  @deadlykittenkay - Submission: 2

Sam watched as Dean’s face paled. His eyes widened and he swallowed thickly. “I-I do-don’t,” he stammered before coughing in to his fist. “I don’t know why you would think that, Sammy. I am neither a geek nor a loser.”

“Says the man who’s memorized Mel Gibson’s speech in Braveheart.”

“Of course I have. It’s an awesome speech.”

Sam shrugged his shoulders, feigning disinterest in the topic. “I think I still might go. Might be fun.”

“What about a case?”

“Dean?” Cas’ voice carried from behind them. “Is the chain supposed to go over the leather or under?” The Angel asked.

“Cas! What the hell man?” Dean quickly moved to Cas placing his hands on Cas’ shoulders and turning him around. “I don’t know crap about this junk.”

“But Dean-” Cas’s protests where cut off when Dean shoved him roughly out of the room.

Sam couldn’t help the smirk on  his face. His brother being this flustered was just too fun to watch. This was far from over.

#3 @jhoomwrites - Submission: 2

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#1 @zolaliz - Submission: 3 

“What should I wear?” “You’re not coming.” “How about this?” Sam held up a feathered hat. “You’re not coming.” “Ooh, this looks fun. But is it nerdy enough..?” Dean ripped the plaid men’s tights from Sam’s hands, and looked Sam dead in the eye. “You. Are not. Coming.” “I can’t believe you have an entire room filled with this stuff!” Sam sidestepped his brother, snagging a Viking helmet off the dresser. “Cas! Whatta you think?” Dean flung an index finger out in Cas’ direction. “He’s not coming either-” his voice dropped as he commanded, “no one’s coming!” “Oh but we are,” Sam grinned, slapping the helmet down onto Cas’ head and sweeping up a bronze dagger. The helmet sat low in front of Cas’ eyes and for a moment he stood dazed, mouth tight in a confused frown. Dean tipped it back up as he passed him. Dean hit his knee against a old fashioned treasure chest, and cussed it out under his breath. The room was filled with all sorts of equipment and armor from different eras, tucked away in the back of the bunker. He finally lifted his eyes to Sam, bitter humiliation meeting fiendish amusement. “You…” he barked, but his voice quickly softened in defeat, “son of a bitch.” Sam pushed down his smile in vain, giving the dagger a swirl. “Aye aye, matey.” Dean cringed, and snatched the blade from Sam’s hands. “That’s an Egyptian dagger, Sam,” Cas piped up from behind him. “Not a European pirate’s.” Dean seemed to wave the comment off, before reluctantly turning to the angel. “Cas… grab my armor, will ya?” Cas raised his eyebrows. “Shut up,” was Dean’s gruff, automatic response, and Cas disappeared. He was only gone a moment, before he returned, hands full with Dean’s costume. Sam looked taken aback. “Well. That’s certainly…” he swallowed as he searched for the word, “authentic.”

#4 @blue-reveries - Submission: 2

Dean was not happy.

He slammed the trunk of the Impala shut, mentally apologizing to his girl for the undeserved treatment. She wasn’t the reason he was pissed.

That award went solely on a certain gangly moose’s shoulders.

Stupid Sam, sticking his nose into things that don’t concern him, he thought petulantly as he saw Cas and Sam walking towards him in the garage. Maybe he was being childish but Dean liked to think that he was allowed to be mad that his brother and best friend were going to be going with him to his super secret LARPing weekend with Charlie.

Ever since that awkward conversation in his room, Sam had been like a dog with a friggin’ bone.

“Oh, what should I wear,” Dean said, face screwed up as he mimicked Sam.

And the most annoying part was, Sam knew exactly what he was doing. Somehow Sam had found out about his plans this weekend and was taking every opportunity to tease him about it. No matter how many times Dean tried to play it off, Sam kept coming back at him. He wasn’t sure how his brother had found out; okay, maybe he could have been more discreet with his requests to Cas for supplies but that wasn’t the point. The point was that Sam was being a total ass and he’d managed to get Cas on his side.

Traitor.

“Are we ready to go, Dean,” Cas asked. “I’m looking forward to observing this ‘LARPing’ event though I highly suspect it will not be historically accurate.”

Sighing and realizing that there was no way he was going to get these two to stay behind now, Dean nodded and got into the car. “Yeah, now let’s get moving. I want to beat the traffic.”

Thankfully, Sam decided to keep his mouth shut on the way to the fairgrounds. There was a distinct air of brotherly smugness emanating from the passenger seat the whole drive there but he didn’t actually say anything besides suggesting that they stop for lunch around noon. The good thing was they made good time and soon they were pulling into the crowded parking lot. It didn’t take them long to unload the bags containing their gear and, at Sam’s knowing smirking, Dean begrudgingly took the lead in showing them through the camp even knowing that he was only giving Sam more fuel for the fire.

He should’ve brought some Nair with him.

It wasn’t until they were almost to the ornate tent decorated with the familiar crest of the Kingdom of Moons that he realized he’d totally forgotten one fact. Charlie was so going to be pissed that he was a day late to the battle. He was so freaking screwed. Taking a deep breath and bracing for the verbal chewing out he was due for, Dean led Sam and Cas to Charlie’s tent.

Dean guessed it was time to face the music.

#2 @deadlyangelkay - Submission: 3

Castiel followed the Winchester brothers in awe. He had seen this very park many times, in fact one of his and Dean’s more profound conversations in the very beginning of their friendship over to the right. But to see it now, now that the LARPing community had taken over, it was a thing of wonder.

A small smile finds it’s way to Castiel’s face as once again, the cleverness of humanity, of his father’s own creation, was able to transform the simple park to something that looked as if it had belonged in an episode of Game of Thrones.

“Will the Mother of Dragons be here as well?” Castiel finds himself asking. Dean doesn’t answer, his shoulders tense up as he walks faster towards one of the larger tents. Sam’s of no assistance either as he laughs and shakes his head, taunting his older brother.

Castiel doesn’t quiet understand why Dean is so upset. To be able to create the wonder such as this, Dean should be happy to enjoy it. The colors of the tents, rich maroons, golds and jades, give the feeling of majestic wonder. The men and women, dressed in period clothing, some with weapons, some without, chatter happily with each other. Even the smell of the food is getting to Castiel, making him wish more than ever that food and drink tasted more than molecules too him as he sees a pig – a full pig! - slowly roasting on a spit.

“Dean!” Cas calls out. “The have a full boar roasting!” he points to the spit where the Winchester brothers turn and smile fondly at the angel.

“Yeah, Cas.” Sam agrees.

“Come on, Cas. We don’t want to leave the Queen waiting.” Dean says, motioning for Cas to keep up.

# 3 dropped

#4 @blue-reveries - Submission 3

Ah, now Sam can see why Dean has been acting like there’s a stick up his ass ever since they made it to the campground.

“---seriously Dean. You were supposed to be here yesterday, I’ve got that dude from Yesteryear on my ass and you promised you’d be here to help me out---”

Yeah, Charlie did not seem pleased.

Sure Sam had known from her phone call that Charlie was going to probably be a bit peeved at Dean but at some point he must have forgotten how seriously she took her position as Queen of Moondor. Dean, despite the evidence to the contrary on their way to the event, seemed unaffected by Charlie’s tirade besides looking slightly uncomfortable but Sam still felt a slight tinge of guilt at having held Dean up with all his purposefully annoying questions back at the bunker.

“Well, I guess I should just be happy you showed up,” Charlie sighed, flopping down in her throne ungracefully. “I’m honestly surprised a hunt didn’t pop up again so that you’d have to miss the whole weekend to chase down a chupacabra or a werewolf or something.”

“Actually, the moon isn’t in the correct lunar stage for a werewolf to turn,” Cas piped up. They looked over to see him poking at Charlie’s crown, peering intensely at the decorations.

Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head but let Cas’ comment go. “I told you I was sorry I missed the last one, Charlie. I definitely would have rather been here than shooting up ghosts with rock salt.”

Standing back up, Charlie walked over and gave Dean a hug. “Yeah, I know; it’s just been a super stressful weekend and it’s barely started. These assholes are really trying to rain on my parade and you know how much I love my parade, Dean.”

Chuckling, Dean gave her a squeeze before they parted. “Believe me, I get it. But now that we’re here those dicks are going to really get it.”

Nodding, Charlie turned to look over at Sam and Cas. She smirked and gave them a speculative look. Sam wondered just what she was thinking and hoped that whatever evil plan she was hatching had to do with the Yesteryear guy or whoever was trying to take her down as Queen.

“I guess we can call it even,” she said to Dean before nodding at Cas and him. “I mean, you did bring me two strapping additions to my Queen’s guard.”

Sam and Cas both looked at her with keen interest while Dean made a sound of protest.

“Now wait a minute, you made me be your handmaiden since I was ‘still new’ for ages before I got promoted to knight but Sam and Cas just get to be knights right off the bat,” Dean grumbled, looking more than put out at this suggestion. Sam tried to resist the brotherly urge to preen while Cas just seemed content to sit back and watch the proceedings.

“Oh, you know I only called you handmaiden to mess with you, you’ve always been a knight,” Charlie said, waving away his protest. Dean scowled and proceeded to pout without looking to obvious about it and Sam fought the instinct to tease. Charlie nodded at towards him and Cas again. “I think a trio of bulky men-types such as yourselves is exactly what we need right now. Can you imagine that weenie from the orcs’ side’s face when he come for negotiations and sees you guys backing me up. He’ll be shaking in his boots.”

The evil smirk on Charlie’s face made Sam make a mental note never to underestimate her again.

“Let’s get you boys geared up. We’ve got a meeting with the enemy to get to.”

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OKAY A PROMPTTT: Levi is a boat captain a long time ago during the age of exploration, and Hanji stows away on his boat because she wants to travel the world and find STRANGE CREATURES, and Levi catches her and they fall in love (:P sorry if you dont like the prompt i dont even know)

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I FREAKED OUT WHEN I GOT YOUR REQUEST! I LOVED THE IDEA!! (Sorry for tweaking it a bit though but I hope you like it! **Puts whole heart and soul writing this**) But if ever the government thinks I’m plotting on taking over the world after searching geography, war positions and the navy, its all on you joke :P. Anyways, PLEASE ENJOY AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING THIS FIC. 

For other people who would want to send in requests, please send me some here.

Stow Away (LeviHan - Sailing)

Theme: Captain Levi and Stow Away

Rating: PG

Warning: Curse Words, Eye Water? Maybe, Graphic Depictions of Violence (is this considered nsfw?)

AO3 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

A ‘tsk’ escaped his lips as the soles of his boots padded down the dock, making a rhythmic sound as he went forward. He didn’t hate being on the sea, he just hated this particular port. The seagulls seamed to have a fiesta every time he was close by. He hated it how he learned to play tag with dropping crap, and the fish slaps from fishermen passing by. He considered the stench of mixed seafood and sweat just a bonus of the hell he is in. The harbor had been alive for more than a decade, and it wasn’t even close to ‘well kept’.

“Captain Levi” he whipped his head to the direction of the call to become face to face with one of his first mates, Petra. “We have finished packing, the ship is ready depart any moment” she reported.

“Not bad” he replied “The sooner we leave, the sooner we can make it back to London” He slapped his cap over his head, and made his way back to the S.S. Wings of Freedom.

The assignment had been fairly simple, ship the trade from the Philippines back to the British land. They would be carrying back a large sum of spices, fruits and other goods from the asian country as per Erwin’s orders. He just hated how small the port was, comparing to where the S.S. WOF would dock back in Britain. His subordinated knew that the Captain hated a filthy space, Eren, one of the younger lads, would volunteer to start cleaning and gathering everyone else as soon as word got to them that the Captain would be back in a few days.

He closed the door of the bridge and was greeted by his Co-captain, Mike Zacharias. The man had been sleeping with his feet on the deck much to his dismay. He shoved his legs away and wiped away any remaining dirt with his handkerchief before sitting down on his own seat. Heaven knows he didn’t do well with the tall blonde, it was Erwin’s decision to put them together for the mission. Something to do with the distance they have to cover, and better instincts. Mike’s sense of smell was beyond formidable, and he wasn’t sure what they would need it for, but Erwin insisted they would.

“Morning short grump” Mike stirred and sat upright finally awake while Levi only gave him a scowl at the nickname.

“Its already four in the afternoon” he ‘tsked’

“Ahh, all cargo ready to go and sail?” Mike

“Petra said so. Just waiting for the damn anchor to be lifted then I could get out of this shitty port” he complained.

“Nothing like the smell of seagull crap” the man joked while he just groaned, earning a small laugh from his current partner.

“Captain! we are good to go!” Eld alerted from the deck.

He put the key for the ship in its rightful place while Mike worked with the buttons. He had pulled down the lever to start the propeller and finally, hoisted the steam so it could raise power to undock, and give the signal that the ship was about to go. Mike had rung the bell while he carefully steered away into the deep ocean. It was going to take a week or two to travel by sea, excluding weather circumstances and water conditions. He braced himself for the long ass travel by actually picking up new novels before he left London. He had already finished more than a half on the way to the Philippines, and he wasn’t sure if his tea supply would also last for the travel.

He groaned slumping further down his chair with his sudden realization. He could’ve gotten some ginger tea down the market of their previous location even if it was bloody hell and unhygienic path. It could’ve at least got him through the agony of sailing across borders with a man he didn’t like much.

“You can take a rest first” Mike spoke. “I slept through the whole job while you commanded in loading the cargo. Get some rest” he offered.

“Make sure you won’t get this boat sunken down after hitting an ice berg” he warned.

“Yeah, I’ll wake you up once we reach the icy borders of Beijing” the man laughed.

“Levi!” he was awaken by the loud booming voice of his co-captain. He sat down properly with a groan before facing the man who woke him up with a scowl.

He was sure he wasn’t even able to sleep a good two hours judging from how dark the sky got. It would be five- thirty to six in the evening now, the sky looking dead and starless. He wished he could’ve gotten more sleep, yet he didn’t. He rarely got any sleep anyway, even at home. His bed could not comfort him, yet oddly, the sound of the soft waves crashing the boat, and the steady rocking of the sea made him comfortable, even in a chair. This was one of the reasons he became a captain, the solitude of the sea was something he always wanted.

“Levi it stinks” the man complained yet kept his eyes down the wheel.

“Have we reached Beijing this early?”

“Not yet, but he are near, I couldn’t let go of the wheel as per your order awhile ago not to sink this ship-” he explained. “-But it really stinks”

“Maybe you accidentally crapped you pants”

“This isn’t the time for shit jokes Levi! I’m serious” Mike shot back, eyebrows furrowing even more.

This was one more thing he didn’t like about Mike. The man didn’t get his sense of humor.

“Where does your k9 senses point to then?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Mixed with the scent of watermelon”

He grabbed a lamp closest to him and lit the flame.

“Just make sure the boat doesn’t hit shit” he hissed before leaving the bridge.

He passed by the kitchen where he heard laughter. Everyone must’ve gathered in there like they always did. He peeked in to find his first mates and a few of Mike’s all gathered together and eating the rations they have prepared before leaving the mother land. Seeming so absorbed in their conversations about their own lives, he slowly closed the door without them even noticing.

It was starting to feel cold as he went further down the ship. The cargo laid at the bottom, where the cold water would already be touching the exterior. It was the most convenient place for storage. The right temperature, and the biggest space. It was also the darkest spot of the boat, devoid of any light except when a lamp is lit. They would not risk burning the load nor the boat itself so they never left any sort of flame in the area.

His boots made a rhythmic sound against the metal as he went down. His sense of smell might not be as strong as Mike’s, but his hearing was quick. It wouldn’t even take any supersonic hearing to know that something indeed moved. It was shuffling, and then the sound of something mushing, probably pounding food or chewing.

He tried his best to be quiet, tiptoeing through the dark and lowering his fire so he wouldn’t startle whatever was moving down the load. He passed walls of crates and some sacks before lowering down further and peaking. A piece of black cloth moved with the shadows, hair coming out of all directions peaking from above. He wasn’t quite sure if what he was seeing was human. It groaned while slathering watermelon juice all over the metal floor, head bobbing up and down while eating and leaking more juice.

He braced himself, bringing his pocket knife out and leaving the lamp on top of a crate. He counted up to ten while thinking of a plan. As if the thing sensed his presence, it stopped moving momentarily. He gripped his weapon tighter down his hand and prepared to burst down some light before attacking.

On the count of three, he turned the lamp bright and lunged at the hairy shadow. Instead of stabbing raw flesh, he stabbed a whole water melon, the shadow quick to move beside him. It cloaked its face further before drawing a similar looking knife to his but looked slathered with watermelon juice. He sure did not want to get stabbed by a dirty knife. He whipped backwards just as the shadow was about to slash him down. He tumbled backwards and adjusted his grip before lunging at the shadow, successfully making whatever it was, drop its weapon. He held its wrists right away and pinned tried to pin it down only to knock a few crates over making it regain stature and run for the knife. He already beat it down once, and he could do it again.

He prepared himself for the attacker’s next moves, yet it just tried to run, a stupid move in his opinion. It would not have anywhere to run to in the dark cargo, except to hide in the shadows and wait for the right moment to his demise. Muttering curse words, he followed it right away. He took notice of the way it limped instead of running, it must’ve been injured when the crates fell. Wasting no time at all, he ran to it.

“Captain!” Just as Petra opened the door, the cloaked being swung forward, successfully wounding his left cheek. He hissed at the sudden pang of pain yet took the opportunity to twist its wrist that was right in front of him. He dropped its weapon back to the floor and slumped it down the floor.

Eld and Gin quickly came to his aid and held his opponent. He stood up and caught his breath, wiping away some blood that trickled down his face with his hand. The creature groaned, being faced into the light by Oluo who shoved a light in their direction. It lowered down its head, bringing the cloak further down to cover its face, yet Levi had enough of its shenanigans and removed the tattered cloth quite forcefully.

“I guess I’m caught” she spoke with a small laugh. Eld and Gin slowly but hesitantly loosen their grip only to earn a death glare from Levi.

“Oi! what is a stow away doing in here?” Oluo asked with an edge, trying to copy Levi like he always did. He shoved the light further into her face making her wince in the sudden brightness.

“Oluo!” Petra scolded, hitting the man on his nape.

“It was your jobs to make sure we only had fucking cargo in the ship” he growled at the two bickering duo. They only lowered their heads down in apology and stepped back. He directed his gaze back at the stow away who only looked at him with a stupid grin. “Shitty glasses” he scowled at her.

“Nice to see you too Captain Clean Freak”

“If you remembered, the 34th expedition which was reported to be run over by the Titan Pirates of Spain, I was actually a part of it and they most likely declared me dead like the others-” she explained before taking another bite of bread, crumbs spilling all over the table and some on the floor much to Levi’s dismay. “-But I actually made it out alive by swimming to the shores of Càdiz. And since then, I have been living by hoping from one ship to another in secret” she followed up eating the last bits of bread.

“You never got caught?” Lynne, one of Mike’s first mates asked.

“Never” she replied. “I used my knowledge and skills, but I didn’t expect to be found by someone I’ve trained with before” she directed her gaze with Levi.

“So you two really knew each other before?” This time, it was Gergel who asked while passing her a glass of water.

“yes” she nodded. “I joined the Navy training two years back before her did. We had a year of training together before I was finally sent to missions barely seeing him, then I was lost on my third one”

“But that does not explain how you boarded my ship in fucking Asia” Levi said as he stood in the corner with his arms crossed.

“I didn’t know it was your ship to be honest. The last time I’ve heard of you, you were just one of Erwin’s first mates, sailing with the Survey Corps battle ship and not some cargo boat”

“Then why were you in Asia? Did you decide to take a side trip and shit in the Philippines because your ass couldn’t hold it any longer?”

“We both know Erwin’s ass is bigger than his budget, count on him to do business like that” she laughed. “You never changed Levi”

“But Miss Hanji, why did you not go home right away when London is just one ride away from Càdiz?” Petra asked.

“Oi!” Levi hissed seeing that she suddenly perked up. She had a habit of never shutting up once you become interested of her whereabouts. There was surely no escape from her thoughts once you get caught up.

“Are you really that interested?” She smiled at the woman in front of her while propping her elbows down the table. Levi attempted to leave and turn his heels but she grabbed him right away. “You’re not leaving Levi” she gave him the stare. He sighed and sat down on one of the chairs, there was no escape.

“In the end, I was able to find three new species of Finches aside from those in Charles Darwin’s list, a new type of pitcher plans, was able to learn Spanish, Chinese and Russian, and had detailed notes about my travels. I can’t wait to get back home in England” she finished, yet everyone else seemed to be dozing off aside from Levi. “Did I say something wrong?” She furrowed her eyebrows looking at every single on of the people in the room who were snoozing.

“Your crazy brain rambled them to death again four eyes” he sipped his cup of tea that he had brewed a few moments ago while she spoke.

“So how were you while I was gone for about five years?” she asked him.

“fine for someone who has his ass burning, sitting down for days driving a ship” he earned a laugh from her.

“I never expected you to become a captain of an errand ship. I thought you’d be sailing the seas on expeditions together with Erwin, fighting for the British army on times of crisis. I see Mike had followed the same path as you too” she seemed lost in her thoughts.

“He isn’t an errand ship like I am. Erwin just insisted he comes with me for this trip” he explained

“I see” he noticed her wince as she tried to shift from foot to foot.

“Sorry about your shitty leg” He stood up, bringing down an emergency kit from one of the drawers of the kitchen.

“I can do it, we trained for first aid for ourselves anyway” she tried reaching out for the box, but Levi held it back.

“I’d rather take car of you” he knelt down in front of her and tended to her foot.

Comfortable silence had enveloped the two of them. Everything seemed quiet, except for the small snores the people around them had made. He focused on wrapping her injured foot while he looked at him, memorizing his every feature as if she had forgotten him after a long time.

“Let me take care of you too then” She placed a hand over his once he tucked the bandage snug. She brought out iodine and cotton from the box and lifted his face. He winced at the sudden contact but soon after grew accustomed to the pain. He had looked into her eyes, her eyes that seemed so warm and more like home. “Sorry” she muttered. “For everything” she finished cleaning his wound and secured a sterilized cloth over the scar.

“Welcome back” he replied before standing up and heading for the door. He stood still for a moment, feeling a sense of relief and happiness. After a long time, he now felt secure and safe.

“So you’ve found her?” Mike greeted him as soon as he reached the bridge. The sun starting to peak out of the bright blue ocean. “This is why you refused Erwin’s offer to make you a General isn’t it?” the man removed his gaze momentarily from the horizon and faced him. “You could have been one of the Commander’s Generals but instead, you passed the opportunity to me. Its to find her isn’t it?”

Flashbacks of the small unit that arrived on shore replayed back in his mind. From a whole galleon, the last fleet reduced into a small wooden boat. His eyes searched desperately for the eyes he loved the most though never admitted. He searched in the small crowd of twelve that all looked devastated, yet he never found her.

He searched for the most familiar face in the small boat, a boy she called Moblit, her assistant. “What Happened? Where is she?” he gripped the boy’s frail shoulders despite him being taller and asked, desperately hoping there would be a second batch of boats that had her with them, that she was alive.

“Sir Levi” the boy cried. He dropped his gripped and knelt on the sand, shoulders slumped and tears welling up his eyes.

“You knew that if you became a General, you’d be occupied commanding a fleet, going through war and gala’s instead of searching the whole world where she is. If you were a Captain, you’d go to different places for trades. You hoped she was still alive and just somewhere out there didn’t you?” Mike asked again.

“I just believed I’d make a decision I won’t regret” he replied, taking the wheel into his hands, more gentle than he normally would. He knew his strength could have been used in war far greater, yet was is a peaceful world if his heart would be in chaos?

AO3 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

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you've installed the theme now we can go and click on next ok and then we have some settings here for the header configuration so you can choose a background color you can you need to make sure that you have your title in there and your tag lines make sure that you do that because that will get you some organic SEO traffic then you can have that you can change the color of the text and then you can you can customize the navigation bar there the menus and then your social buttons so you'll need to put in your all of your social account information into here try to put in as many as you can ok because that'll show up on your home page then once you've done that just click on next and you'll come through to step number 3 now this is where you this is where you customize the header so you can choose from any of these headers that they've already have which personally I think look pretty crap but you can go and upload one of your own files as well as long as you use the specifications the width on here you can go through to a a free graphic software like canva canva comm and you can create your own header there which is what I suggest that you do ok how many shirts to feature you can set all of that up on here as well and the shirt title and the colors and stuff like that and then we go through to next ok next you are going to be able to further customize the homepage so you've got a ton of customization stuff here you can really you can really really customize how you want the look and feel to look I'm just going to click on next and then you have how many t-shirts you want it to show how many posts message displayed when loading new theme post navigation so open the links in a new window you can you can actually enter your affiliate links as well if you're doing Amazon t-shirts which is pretty cool so onto step 6 single post settings so this is going to be for your product display page you can customize stuff there and then for your social sharing you can customize stuff here can use WordPress comments I would recommend they use the Facebook comments because it gives it better social proof I guess you can hide the timestamps and you can show all of these social buttons if you want so people can share it again there's tutorials on every single step of the the way here so it's going to help you out it's going to show you what to do step number eight further page settings this is for the the product details pages where's my mouse gone I cannot even see it okay next and then you can you can set the the sidebar configuration so how many widgets you want on the sidebar and stuff like that okay and then you have you can integrate this with your autoresponder because what it does is it has these light boxes that pop up for example if people don't buy or if it comes up after a certain amount of seconds you can have a light box that pops up so you can collect their email addresses now you can have this to integrate with most major autoresponders on here you can have it to like your Facebook pages your Pinterest stuff and all of the other social stuff as well so once you've done that you would click on save and it would go and it would build the star according to your settings that you've set up in here so it's pretty straightforward and again there's tutorials every single step of the way now how is this gonna help you out well selling t-shirts online is a massive money spinner there's a lot of people making a lot of money doing this now those people know what they're doing they know how to create websites or they've probably hired a web designer to do it so what this does is it takes away that whole learning curve that whole learning curve of designing websites this is going to be a star that you can surf in a matter of minutes and you can have your traffic coming to it from your social accounts and if you get my bonuses then I'm going to show you some further traffic sources that you can use to this so it's a little bit like a business in a box you said it up it takes less than five minutes to set up and then you just forget it okay you have it on Google you have your social accounts going to it you have people buying either you create your own t-shirt so you can import t-shirts from teespring so once they check out they will go through to teespring to to pay for it and then they'll have their t-shirts automatically shipped so you don't really have to do anything with the the ship excuse me with the shipment process or anything there you can have it to link to Amazon as well so you can sell other people's t-shirts and just get a commission which is a great way to get some recurring income for pretty much you know passive in a passive way so that's what it does it's a bit of a business in a box that's really easy to set up and because it's on a wordpress site you can have your own custom domain in there so you can then go ahead and use some SEO tactics to get this onto the first page of Google to get some organic traffic and just rake in some some passive income basically so don't forget to check out my I haven't talked to you about the prices and the upsells yet so the front end everything that I just showed you is $27 okay now there's a couple of upsells on here as well okay let me just have a look and see what these are so covert shirt start Pro is the first upsell that's thirty seven dollars I guess you're gonna get access to some more advanced features I don't have any information on my bonus page here because I did it in a rush and it still got all of the stuff from from my last promotion so by the time you check this out this will have changed and there'll be more information about the upsells on here so you can check it out but the first the first upsell is thirty seven dollars it's the pro version the second upsell is $97 and it's a developer's license now probably you're not going to need this unless you know what you're doing with developers licenses basically it's gonna allow you to go to his places like Fiverr and install these WordPress themes onto other people's sites and and get paid to do so but that's a completely different concept and if you're not really if you don't really understand what you're doing then you don't need that at all so I am gonna recommend the front-end although I don't really know what the OTO one does I'm guessing it's going to give you access to more features and probably more t-shirts and stuff that you can put in there so it might be worth considering but check out my information on here once it's once it's ready so this goes live today which is the ninth of ten you very much 9th of April 2018 I think he goes live around 9 a.m. 96 more words

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Five Burgers and A Large Fry

Summary: Johan becomes obsessed with Usnavi’s heart health.

Authors note: Special thanks go @hamiltonhistory, @limpblotter, and @midnigtartist for fueling this ship. ( @midnigtartist I am so sorry I forgot to tag you last time!) If you want to see a specific idea drabbled, feel free to request it :)

Johan’s obsession all started with an offhand comment made by Johan’s sister.  Now,  Bow didn’t mean to cast her brother into this abyss of constant worry, and it really wasn’t her fault.  Johan was just nosey and wanted to know what was going on in his sister’s life since the last time he had visited nearly 6 months ago. So,  it seemed like the logical thing to do for Johan and Usnavi to make their way to California for a week or two. Johan remembered the day his obsession started clearly. He had been cooking himself and Rainbow a lunch that both of them had enjoyed as children.  The ingredients were organic,  the birds were chirping,  the sun was shining, Dre was gone;  everything seemed to be perfect. That was until he heard a conversation that would change his life.

Rainbow was a licence doctor, despite Johan’s arguement that alternative medicine was better. But, he had to admit that she was one of the best he knew.  He remembered back to the days when she was in school studying hard in medical school to get ahead.  Johan was proud of where she was and where she was going in life. She was settled,  not moving place to place like her younger brother.  And though he would never admit it,  it was the life Johan dreamed about. But,  for right now,  Johan had Usnavi and that was enough. Currently, she was talking on the phone with one of her patients about recent spikes in blood pressure and looked a little more than frustrated. 

“Yes,  I know Mr. Rodreguez, but you have to watch what you are eating now.  Heart disease runs high in Hispanic males and with your blood pressure spiking like this you are at risk for a heart attack.”

There it was.  The fact that had hit Johan like a Mac truck plunging through a brick wall. Even though he was well acquainted with alternative medicine, Johan couldn’t make a herbal tea to get rid of a heart attack.  All Johan could imagine was the greasy,  fatty, New York style foods that Usnavi ate on a daily bases.  Chili dogs from a hot dog vender, tacos from a Taco truck, extra expresso coffee from Usnavi’s own store – all of these played a factor in Usnavi’s health. Johan couldn’t bare to live with himself if something happened. No, there was still time…  Johan could fix this! All he had to do was monitor Usnavi’s eating habits and alter them slightly.  It couldn’t be that hard right?  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Johan was wrong.  Usnavi was stubborn in what he put in his body.  For the past week,  Johan had loaded Usnavi’s plate with fresh vegetable and heart healthy meats.  However, his Usnavi was crafty.  He would wait until Johan wasn’t looking and sneak a burger or other such food.  The only reason he knew was because he borrowed (stole)  Dre’s tablet to watch the fridge camera.

 Johan’s temporary fix was preparing meals for that whole family himself,  which earned him many moans and groans from the kids and Dre.  After the third night of eating tofu based dinners, Dre suggested that the whole family went out for dinner to his favorite spot to eat as a kid.

What Dre didn’t tell his family was that his favorite place to eat was some run down, 50’s style diner that was three and a half hours away from their home. By the time they got there,  everyone was annoyed and starving with the exceptions of Usnavi and Johan.  Johan was paranoid and anxious.  Usnavi was just hungry.  They looked over the menu together. Johan was clutching Usnavi’s hand just a little too tightly as he read the menu.  A cheeseburger was a heart attack.  A double cheeseburger was cardiac arrest.  He didn’t even want to think about this bacon quadruple burger! 

“Jo, is everything alright? ” He glanced down at Usnavi, who was giving him a nervous look.  Johan thought Usnavi looked wonderful like this.  Usnavi looked alive, and Johan wanted to keep it that way! “You look…  Stressed? ”

Johan swallowed.  “I’m fine.  Just don’t know what to get.  ”

Usnavi smiled and nodded, turning his attention back to the menu.  “I know!  There’s so many choices.  I’m not sure what I want to ge-”

“A salad!” Johan panicked talking quickly.  “A salad sounds great, right? Just without all of the artery clogging- I mean artificial crap. You know without the chicken,  cheese, crutons, dressing. ”

Usnavi laughed. Johan watched as his Adams apple bobbed up and down in Usnavi’s throat.  This wasn’t a joke.  This was life or death!  “That’s just a lechuga salad. I think I’m ready to order. ” He said walking up to the counter.

Johan was glued to his spot.  It was as if someone had chained him to the wall and forced him to watch the love of his life sign a deal with the devil.  Usnavi hummed with a finger to his chin before ordering.  “I’ll have five cheese burgers, a large fry,  oh- and a Dr.Pepper” Johan’s heart sank to the bottom of his stomach and dissolved into pure heart break. If that didn’t give Usnavi a heart attack,  nothing would.  He had to figure something out and fast! He calmly walked over to the counter and ordered in a whisper. 

“One vegetable salad and a water, please.”

“What kind of dressing, sir? ”

“The healthiest you have.”

“Low fat, low sugar raspberry vinaigrette it is then.  Your order will be ready in about ten minutes.”

Johan nodded and scooted in next to Usnavi who was admiring the decor.  He started to go intp this story about his parents.  Back in New York,  his parents would leave Washington Heights once a month to go to a diner like this one.  Usnavi explained that it didn’t cost much to go there,  but his parents loved it because it was a break from reality.  Johan really wished that he could listen to the story wholeheartedly.  After all,  Usnavi was a natural story teller.  His whole face would brighten up as he told the stories about the barrio like his Abuela had once done.  However, all Johan could think about was how he was going to get Usnavi away from his meal. 

“Johan!” Usnavi said loudly shaking Johan away from his thoughts. “Donde esta al baño? ” he asked with a small smile.  The question in Spanish was an unspoken agreement for the two of them.  Usnavi often asked him simple questions in Spanish to help him master the basics. 

“Um,” he looked around before he found the restrooms. He then took another moment to translate to simple Spanish. “por ahí.”

Usnavi kissed his cheek and smiled.  “Bueno. Gracias, amour.” he whispered softly before scampering to the bathrooms.  Not two minutes after Usnavi left,  the food was served.  Johan ignored Dre’s outburst that the food took long enough and stared at the dreaded meal.  Right now,  Usnavi wasn’t there…  Maybe if he just…  No,  he was a vegan.  He couldn’t eat all of that meat! But,  it was for Usnavi…

He picked up the burger swallowing a wad of salavia he didn’t even realize he had in his mouth.  He only had a few minutes to do this. He began to devour Usnavi’s entire meal whole.  He grabbed fistfuls of fries and alternated that between large bites of juicy, grease covered burgers.  By the time Usnavi returned, his food was gone.

“Qué? Donde esta mi com-” Usnavi looked up at Johan who was leaning forward clutching his stomach.  “Jo,  you don’t look so good. ” Johan barely made it to the bathroom before Usnavi’s meal came back up.

That night, Johan was sick all night.  He threw up at least once an hour. Because of Johan’s intense health diet,  his body didn’t take well to the food Usnavi was used to.  Finally, Johan admitted to Usnavi why he ate all of his meal.  He was scared of loosing Usnavi.  Usnavi cooed him and rubbed his back softly, and the two came up with a compromise.  Usnavi cut back his fast food intake to once a weak and took vitamins to help his heart, and Johan would never try to devour five cheeseburgers in one sitting.

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Sara Ryder Meme or Something

I was tagged by @pinkcatpaw

Put my own (verbose) spin on it by answering everything with a tiny drabble...

I don’t even know who to tag who wasn’t already tagged? So all ye MEA luvlies following me consider yourself tagged if ye weren’t already. Show me your Ryders! :D

1. So, the basics! Name? Preferred nickname, if any?

Sara.

She had never felt any special connection her name. It was just that. Her name. She couldn’t imagine having another but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t feel exactly the same if the parents had decided to call her Vanessa.

But it was different when SAM said it. It felt significant. She was Sara. Not the Pathfinder, not Ryder, not her father’s daughter even. She was Sara and that in itself made her important. To SAM. Probably to Scott as well. It was a feeling of identity she didn’t know she had been missing.

“Thank you SAM,” she said, wondering if it was similar for the AI and if they knew how it made her feel.

“You’re welcome,” they replied. “Sara.”

She smiled. They knew alright.

2. What was their first impression of Nexus leadership?

Well now that was a downer. The whole of the Nexus leadership was not planning to help her out. After all she was Pathfinder for a whooping 7 hours or what already? No problem, she had it down. No need to interfere with her plans. Here, take the ship and go. And don’t mess it up or we’ll all die.

Sara couldn’t enjoy the view of the Tempest with those thoughts running through her head on repeat. Was a little more advice or guidance too much to ask? Or had none of them gotten their head out of their arse since their arrival. In a way, she was a mirror to them all – come into responsibilities they were not prepared for by a long shot.

That didn’t have to mean you bungled it automatically though. Even if most of them seemed ready to prove this at any cost.

3. Who are they closest to on the Tempest?

“Trouble, kid?” Drack rarely came up to the vidcon table. Nobody it. So Sara used it as a refuge in plain sight when she wanted to be alone but not really be alone.

“Yeah,” she sighed, making unnecessary room at the table as an invitation.

Drack took it. His bulk right next to her felt like a bulwark against everything; a small cone of safety in a galaxy that had none.

“You had nothing but since you arrived,” Drack said. “What’s different now?”

Sara sighed again. How was he so observant? Was is raising Kesh?

“A man, right? Or a woman? Someone?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“You should have seen Kesh when she realised she liked Vorn.” Drack laughed. “That squishy piece of brains and she fell for him anyway.”

“Well, humans are all squishy, so-”

“A human, then,” Drack interrupted her. “Interesting.”

“Why?” Sara asked almost offended. “Do I look so thrill-hungry that I wouldn’t take anything but the newest adventure? Did you expect to run off with Jaal or something?”

“He likes you,” Drack just replied.

“I know.” Sara sighed again. Half her vocabulary seemed to be sighs. A thing to sigh about all on its own. “It’s Reyes.”

Drack broke out into laughter, clapping her back.

“It’s not funny,” Sara said. “He’s shady at least. That he works against Sloane is nice but not a redeeming quality in and of itself. And-”

“And you like him anyway.” Drack finished laughing.

“I do.” She smiled when she admitted it. What could she do? And Drack seemed to think it funny.

“Be careful, kid,” he said. “He is shady. Don’t get blind-sided into crap. And if you do – bring me. I’ll teach him some manners.”

That was an image Sara would treasure. “Will do, Drack. Thank you.”

“Any time, kid.”

They stared ahead in shared silence.

4. How did they react to becoming Pathfinder?

If there was anything worse than losing your father to your own incompetence it was probably inheriting his job contrary to any sense and procedure. Plus a headache.

“I apologise for the headache,” SAM said in her head. It didn’t improve the pain but at least she knew where it came from. “I am adjusting to your physiology. Your hormone levels differ from Alec’s significantly, as does the general make-up of your brain.”

How nice to know that you were your own person. Probably. Why did she have to be Pathfinder? The transfer worked through half a galaxy; Cora had been right there! Sara was ready to curse her father. It wasn’t a new urge but now it was somewhat dampened by him being dead. It was not proper to curse the dead.

Even if they were the most selfish, block-headed, distant, thoughtless tit you could think of. Why would he do that to her? Arriving in Heleus had been difficult enough, nothing looked like promised. And now it was her job to make everything work. Everything!

How could he ever think this was a good idea? What did she have that Cora did not? The other way round, Sara could come up with a very long list of relevant abilities to being a Pathfinder. She only had herself and – well.

Sara put her head in her hands. Two hours was not long to come to grips with her new role. On the other hand, all she had to do was get herself killed to move the role of Pathfinder back where it belonged. That didn’t sound too difficult.

5. How is their relationship with their family?

If somebody had told her a day ago that the last thing she saw before almost dying was her father sacrificing his own life for her, Sara would have laughed. She would still laugh if only to avoid crying.

Alec Ryder had been distant, even when Ellen had tried to bridge the chasm. It had not worked. The awkward family reunion dinner was only one proof in an endless row. Alec Ryder cared about the success of his children, their careers, their progress, the mark they made for themselves. There was always a measuring edge in his eye when he looked at you. And frankly, most of the time you felt you did not measure up.

Having him die so she could live did not really convince Sara of the opposite. If she had measured up, if she had been the daughter he wanted, she would not have brought him into such a situation. The Sara Ryder he had wanted, would have found a way to let them both survive.

It didn’t explain his last actions. But Alec Ryder had always been distant. Who could hope to understand his motives?

6. Did they have any other personal reason for coming to Andromeda?

Nope.

7. Do they have any scars? What’s the story of how they got them?

Yes, but they’re purely for my personal aesthetic so no story behind them.

8. What do they usually do to relax?

“What do you mean this doesn’t count?” Sara looked around. They had just mowed through the huge kett facility north west of Prodromos. She felt pretty good.

“It’s not relaxing is all I’m saying,” Liam insisted.

“I consider it relaxing,” Sara replied. “Feeling really relaxed now.”

“But what do you do to wind down? Kick back? Calm down?”

“You mean like slowing down until your head starts to think thoughts?” Sara winced. “I don’t do that. I know why, trust me. Better like this.

She scanned the battlefield once more. Only dead kett and the first of the Initiative people come to take what they could use in Prodromos. The colony was floating on enough blood to tide the Armada. So did everything the Initiative had built. And the Pathfinder was their spear- and figurehead. No, she would not slow down to think. Not ever.

9. Do they have a favourite planet?

“We can’t even live there yet!” Liam said.

“Doesn’t matter,” Sara replied with a happy grin. “It’s called after me, so it’s my favourite now! Ryder-I. I like it.”

She looked down at the storm covered planet. It would take years to terraform it manually. She would certainly never see it viable enough to buy a home down three. But it was a legacy. The garden she would never see in bloom.

“I like it,” she repeated to herself.

10. Do they have an LI? What is their ideal date with them?

“I don’t think this counts as a date.”

“What?” Reyes spread his arms in surprised hurt. “There is music-”

“Cicadas of doom.”

“A romantic fire-”

“We blew up an Outcast outpost.””There is even-”

“If you suggest that the burnt flesh of our enemies makes for a nice picnic, I’ll scream.”

“Of course I brought provisions,” Reyes replied still pulling off the hurt act.

“For what?” Sara asked exasperated. “In case we had to starve them out?”

“I see how it is,” he said. “Let me – just allow me.” He took her arm and led her away from the flaming wreck that had once been an Outcast stronghold.

Sara let herself be led away. She was not angry per se. Fucking shit up with Reyes fun. Winding down afterwards was even more fun. Or at least fun in a more satisfying way. But calling the razing of an Outcast base a date was taking it a little too far.

They climbed a small hill and on the other side lay a string of springs, some steaming, some throwing an insane amount of bubbles, some lying still like dark blue crystals. Reyes walked straight towards them.

“I could not risk having the Outcast disrupt out date, could I now?” He grinned slyly. “And I know you get so high strung fighting. You need a safe way to blow off steam.” Without waiting for a reply, he pulled her into an embrace. “I hope you forgot your bathing suit, yes?”

11. What is their preferred fighting style?

“Sara don’t...”

She didn’t hear the rest of the sentence. With an excited grin, Sara charged into the group of kett jumping from the incoming shuttle. Then she scattered them with a Nova and turned to find the nearest target with her flame-thrower activated. That took down another enemy.

Still ginning Sara pumped a load from he shotgun into the closes Chosen before charging away again. The Anointed never had a chance, stumbling under he impact the full force of her krogan hammer smashed him into pulp. Scanning the immediate surroundings, Sara cam up with absolutely zilch kett. What a pity.

Then the noise of another incoming shuttle caught Sara’s attention. This party was far from over.

12. Finally, did they bring anything important with them from the Milky Way?

“Scott!”

Sara didn’t slow down until she had her arms locked firmly around her brother, almost keeling him over. He was alive. He was alive. He was really, really alive.

“Whoa there, big sister.” He returned the hug as intense. “You might think I was dead or something.”

“You almost were, you idiot.” She sat down next to him, checking for any signs of hurt.

“Wouldn’t dream of infringing on your territory.” He laughed but it was uneasy.

“I promised my doc I’d stop dying.” Sara looked at her hands. “Also, I can’t leave my little brother alone in this nasty new galaxy.”

Silence fell and Sara leant against her brother. He felt so real it was painful. She really coudn’t imagine being stranded in Heleus without him. She’d be more alone h´than ever, friends and lover or no. Nobody could ever replace Scott.

“Do you want to know how dad died?” Sara finally asked.

“Later,” Scott replied. “Let’s just,” he hesitated, “you’re here.”

“Yeah.” Sara closed her eyes. She was here. And so was he – finally.

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