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andydrysdalerogers · 3 months

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Yours Submissively - Yours (Finale)

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N:

When I orginally started this story in November 2022, I never thought I would get here, 101,100 words, 45 chapters and a story that has been a joy to write. To those who have been with me from the beginning, thank you so much for your support. To those who climbed on board my crazy train, thank you for not jumping off.

I now present to you the final chapter of “Yours, Submissively.”

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Previous: Dreams

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Three Years Later…

“James! Lucy! Get back here!”

Belle chased after her children as they ran around the bridal suite. The giggles and shouts filled the room as the ring bearer and flower girl chased each other in their own game of tag. Morgan itched to join but her mother was trying to fix her hair piece that had fallen out.

“Whoa! What is going on here?” Steve stood in the doorway as his children froze.

“Only took you five minutes after my text,” Belle complained with her hands on her hips.

“Sorry, sweet pea, we were having a toast to Bucky. How’s the bride?”

“She needs a drink herself,” Ava piped in. Steve sucked in a breath.

“Ava, you look beautiful. Bucky is a lucky man.”

“Thanks Steve.” She blushed at her former boss’s compliment.

Belle elbowed Steve and he grunted. “You look gorgeous as always, sweet pea.” He grinned, looking like a young man again.

Belle giggled. Her children started up again, but Steve swooped and picked them up. “Jamie, Lucy, are you supposed to be running in your nice clothes?”

“We want to get married already Papa!” Lucy wiggled in his arms.

“And who do you think you are marrying Princess?”

“Jamie, duh.” Her three-year-old attitude shining through as Steve laughed. “Uncle Bucky gets to marry Auntie Ava. Morgan said that she gets to marry Uncle Peter when she’s bigger but I always want to be with Jamie, so I’ll marry him.”

The beauty of logic for three-year-olds. Steve sighed, put his children down and kneeled in front of his daughter. “Princess, you don’t have to marry Jamie for him to be with you forever. He’s your brother, he’ll always be there for you.”

“Just like you Papa?”

“Just like me. Now, no more running around until after church, ok? If your Mama has to call me, there will be timeout and no cake.”

She nodded with big eyes. Lucy was truly daddy’s princess, and she would always obey her father. Her older brother, however, was his rebel and only really listened to his idol, Uncle Bucky. “Young man, Uncle Bucky told me to tell you that you better behave or no launch pad.” Steve was curious what the hell "launch pad" was but it was something that his son looked horrified to lose so he didn’t question it.

‘No! Daddy, tell him I’m good.’

“Ok, you have to listen to Mama or else, James.” His son grimaces but nods, understanding that losing his favorite game is worse. Steve stand and finally takes in his wife, in a dusty rose ball gown, the tiny swell of her belly holding their third child showing. He walked over and grasped her face, tilting it towards him. “You do look amazing today, my love.” He placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

Belle could hear her son gagging over his father’s affection for his mother, a learned trait from his uncle no doubt. “You look just as handsome amore.”

Steve’s hand drifted down. “How’s my boy?”

“Sleeping, I think. Still only flutters.” She smiled. They had just found out that they were having another boy, much to Lucy’s delight. She wanted to be the only princess.

“Good. Ready to walk down the aisle again Mrs. Rogers?”

“Only with you.”

Watching his best friend marry his perfect girl was wonderful. Belle continuously wiped at her eyes during the ceremony as matron of honor. Steve watched his girl, knowing that her hormones definitely amplified her reaction, but it wasn’t out of character. Once the minister declared Bucky and Ava husband and wife, he clapped hard, happy that his best friend found a home just like he did. As the newly married couple exited, Steve extended his arm to his wife. “Mrs. Rogers.”

“Mr. Rogers,” Belle smiled up at her husband as she took his arm. They had a hand on each of their children and headed out for photos. Steve couldn’t take his eyes off of his wife. Belle moved effortlessly while five months pregnant. Of course, only carrying one was easier than the twins.

“Stop staring, punk. It’s my wedding day.” Bucky stands next to Steve as he watches the girls take photos.

“Like you don’t stare at Ava, jerk.”

“That’s fair. Who would have thought, 100 years later, that we would be here, married to the loves of our lives?”

“After everything we have seen, we are just a couple of lucky bastards.” Steve slaps Bucky’s back. “I’m proud of you Buck.”

“Thanks pal. Never saw myself a married man but Ava, she’s my Angel.”

“Just like Belle was mine.”

The reception is beautiful, very light and sparkly, just like Ava. Steve stood up to make his speech about Bucky.

“As most of you know, I grew up with this jerk all those years ago. He was bigger than me, always getting me out of scraps. He tried to save my ass during the war, telling me not to do anything stupid until he came back. Of course, I had to follow up because he took all of the stupid with him.”

The crowd laughed and Steve cleared his throat. “Ava, I want you to know that I think you are completely nuts marrying this jerk. But I also think you couldn’t find anyone who is more loyal, loving, amazing and just generally a good guy. He has loved my family since before I knew I loved my wife and I know he will make you very happy. With that said, Bucky, you break this amazing woman’s heart, and they will never find you.” A roar of laughter and Steve raised his glass. “To James and Ava, may your new life be as happy as mine. To the bride and groom.”

After Ava’s father spoke, Belle got up to the piano and sat, smiling at the couple. “Bucky and Ava are so special to me and my family. And when they asked me to sing for them, only one song came to mind. I love you guys.” She started to play as Bucky and Ava stood up for their first dance.

Heart beats fast Colors and promises How to be brave? How can I love when I'm afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow

One step closer

I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more

Time stands still Beauty in all she is I will be brave I will not let anything take away What's standing in front of me Every breath, every hour has come to this

One step closer

I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more

One step closer

I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more

Bucky and Ava finished their dance with a kiss and the crowd applauded as Steve helped Belle down to hug her brother and sister-in-law. “Love you guys.”

As the wedding came to a close, Tony and Pepper walked over to take the twins with them to their cabin for the weekend. Belle became teary for the idea of her babies leaving but Steve looped his arms around her. “They will be ok. Uncle Tony and Auntie Pep have it.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” She wiped her eyes as the twins came over to give her a hug. “Promise you will behave for your Uncle and Aunt.”

“Yes mama,” Jamie answered.

Steve kneeled in front of his son. “You take care of your sister. ok?”

Jamie nodded. “Yes daddy.”

“Good.” He kissed his head and then hugged his princess. They watched them leave and Steve took his wife’s hand. “All to myself, sweet pea.”

“Yes sir.” Belle smirked as she watched Steve’s eyes darken slightly. He pulled her to the elevator to get back to their room in the hotel. As soon as the doors closed, Steve lifted Belle to his hips with a squeak, wrapping her legs around him, her back pressed against the wall.

“You are a vixen, my love.” He placed gentle kisses around her neck and collarbone. Belle whines when he gently nipped at her skin. “Hush, baby.”

“Stevie,” she whispered.

“I love it when you call me that.” The elevator pinged and the doors opened to their floor. Steve carries his pregnant wife to their suite. He never lost stride, never lost his grip on his precious cargo. He opened their door and moved to their king sized bed. He laid her down and began kissing every part of her body he could reach, eventually reaching up and pulling the zipper of her dress. He yanked the fabric away and moaned at the sight of his girl in just panties. “Jesus doll.”

“Something you like Captain?” she purred and at that point Steve went feral. He tore his suit away, literally and was down to his boxers when he began to kiss Belle’s legs starting at her ankle. His kisses were feather light and driving Belle wild. “Steve, please.”

“You know what you have to say, princess.” Steve got closer to where she needed him, her hormones now in overdrive.

“Wreck me sir. Take me to heaven.”

In an instant, Steve ripped her panties away and drove his tongue into her warm heat. She arched her back and cried out, his ministrations sending her head spinning. He worked her body like he had known for the last five years. He could feel her building but holding back. “Let go princess. Let me drink you in.”

She shook her head, wanting it to last. Steve chuckled at her stubbornness. “Ok then.” He slipped his large digit in and hit her spot inside. Belle moaned and then screamed at Steve latched onto her clit, gently nibbling it. She couldn’t stop the rush as she climaxed all over him, losing sight of her surroundings as the blood pumped behind her eyes.

Steve slowed to let her come down before he pulled away to remove his boxers and he laid next to her, pulling her on top. This was his favorite, where he could watch Belle lose herself on him. He placed her right over his rock-hard cock and guided himself in. They both moaned at the fullness, and Belle began to move her hips, her small bump sliding across Steve’s abs.

“Oh, princess. So good, sweet pea, so fucking good.”

“Stevie, I can’t,” as she began to slow.

“Yes, you can because you’re my good girl, my baby mama.” He put his hands on her hips to help her. He could feel her being to grip him. “Always so warm and ready for me. Fuck Belle.”

“Steve,” she moaned, “fuck Captain, please.” She felt him grow harder and she knew he was almost there.

“C’mon baby, one more time, let go for me. Cum all over me Isabella, make me yours.”

“Mine, all mine!” He was thrusting his hips to hit her spot over and over and she was lost again as she clamped down on him.

“Mine,” Steve grunted as he let go in her, filling her up again. Belle slumped forward and he caught her before she crushed her stomach and turned them, so she was on her side and he was still inside her. “So beautiful my Isabella.”

“I love you,” she mumbled as exhaustion took over.

“I love you more, my beautiful, sweet pea.”

The next morning, Belle woke with Steve still sleeping next to her. Five years later and she never got tired of seeing him asleep, looking younger and more at peace. She quietly got up and went to the ensuite coffee maker, checking her phone. She saw an email from her publicist. She opened it and squealed loudly.

Steve ran in a moment later in just his boxers. “Baby, you ok?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry baby, but the New York Times has reviewed the restaurant!”

A year after the twins were born, Belle wanted to pursue her dream of opening a restaurant. Steve and Tony wanted to invest and helped find the perfect spot for her. But what was a hidden blessing was Ava wanting to be her partner. Ava has restaurant management experience and was invested in Belle’s concept. American fusion. She took the recipes she knew and elevated. After extensive testing (with Bucky being her taste tester, of course,) they had the final menu set and opened “Home Kitchen” just six months ago.

“What did they say, sweet pea?”

“Three stars, Stevie, he gave me three stars. Oh my god!” Steve picked her up and swung her around.

“I knew it baby. I knew you would be great!”

“I can’t believe it.” She read the review, raving about the simplicity of her menu but the sophistication of it made it other-worldly. He labeled it the “must eat” restaurant in Manhattan. “Steve, he’s raving about it. I gotta tell Ava.”

“Ava is probably a bit busy at the moment love.” He sat them on the couch, with his girl on his lap and caressed her bump. “How’s my son?”

“He’s moving around. Excited for his momma. He’s...” she went still.

“Belle?” She grabbed his hand and moved it to one side. And he felt it, a movement against his hand. He smiled. “Hello son.” He tracked his movements until he calmed.

She watched the wonder on his face. “Do you regret it?”

“Regret what love?”

“Giving up the shield. Just being Steve Rogers and not Captain America?”

After Belle’s near death from the birth of the twins, she had told him about her dream with her father. And while Steve didn’t believe in ghosts, he did believe that family would visit when they needed to tell their loved ones a message. He had seen his Ma a couple of times, so he had no doubt Phil had visited her. Phil’s instructions were clear; Steve needed to be with his family but holding onto the shield would stop him from that.

Sam was surprised when Steve handed the shield to him. He assumed that Bucky would be the next, but Steve knew, his best friend was done with the fight, especially when he had proposed to Ava. Sam and Nat were still ok with going on missions when needed. Sam was the obvious choice. And Steve felt at peace, knowing the world was in safe hands.

“My only regret is not kissing you more often and I would regret not watching our family grow. You and the kids are my whole world.” He kissed her softly. “I am devoted to you Isabella Maria Rogers.”

“And I am submissively yours Steven Grant Rogers.”

He looked into her beautiful violet eyes.

“Mine.”

She looked back into his ocean blues.

“Yours.”

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paulrobinsonshotel · 4 months

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OK so I've been thinking, if RTD absolutely didn't want to go down the root of having a multi-Doctor/multi-companion extravaganza for the 60th, and wanted to go down a more subtle route using old villains and obscure comics to celebrate the show's history, imagine if instead of making the only real "anniversary" elements of the story be his Doctor and his companion, RTD had done the unthinkable, and asked Jodie and Mandip to stay on.

Obviously, there are multiple reasons why that didn't happen. Ultimately Thirteen and Yaz are Chris Chibnall's characters, and RTD may not have wanted to add to Chibnall's story. I'm also aware that Jodie and Mandip thought Chibnall's departure was the right time for them to go, so this ultimately wasn't down to RTD. But I do think (with Chibnall's blessing) he could've convinced them to come back with a good story.

I'm also aware that Jodie had a baby after filming POTD, and needed time away. However, since returning to acting, she has filmed other shows, including Time, which aired before the 60th specials. So there's no reason filming couldn't have been delayed to accommodate Jodie while still having the episodes ready for November/December 2023.

Imagine the end of Power of the Doctor, the Thirteenth Doctor has her farewell with Yaz, goes to the clifftop and starts regenerating... only to end up with the same face by the end of it? Might not have the same impact on the general public as the Tennant return, but certainly enough to keep fans speculating for a year.

Then at the start of The Star Beast, the TARDIS brings her straight to 2023, where she just happens to bump into Yaz as soon as she steps out, who is still hurting after a year without the Doctor, and shocked she doesn't have a different face.

And imagine hearing Akinola's themes for Thirteen and Yaz in Murray Gold's style when they are reunited!

While I do think Donna's exit was more heartbreaking than Yaz's, I'd argue she got closure of a sort, marrying someone who genuinely loves her for who she is, and getting a winning lottery ticket. It certainly didn't need a fanfiction fix-it of being sorted by "just letting go" ("something a male-presenting Time Lord wouldn't understand" way to shit on your own progressivism Russell)

While the ending Chibnall gave Yaz was an appropriate and bittersweet one for her character, it was written in a way that permitted closure or another writer picking up the character in the future.

I criticise RTD frequently on here, but one thing he absolutely excels at is realistic family drama (the scene where Sylvia isn't sure she's saying the right thing to Rose was probably the best writing in those specials), and integrating that family drama with the magic and silliness of Doctor Who. Not saying Chibnall was bad at this, but it was never really the story he wanted to tell. RTD could've done some great stuff with the Khan family in the 60th specials, with her parents and Sonya supporting her in adjusting to life without the Doctor, and probably delivering some uncomfortable truths to Thirteen(.5) about all the time she froze Yaz out or pushed her away.

I'm not sure how the specials could've played out, but imagine if instead of Fourteen regenerating into Ten's face because he "needed to come home" to Donna (and not every other found family the Doctor had ever had?), we linked it back to Power of the Doctor, and revealed that Thirteen wanting more time (with Yaz), and Yaz not wanting her time with the Doctor to end triggered the Toymaker's interference. Her made her regenerate into the same face, and brought her straight back to Yaz, and to defeat him they have to let the change complete itself.

If they're going hard on marketing Ncuti's era as "Series 1" as if it's a brand new show, then I think having Thirteen and Yaz (the final Doctor and companion of the 2005-2023 Who) both accept that it's time to move on would be the perfect coda for the "NuWho" as a whole. No "bigeneration" fanfiction fuckery, but maybe Thirteen offering Yaz to stay with her for the change this time, and Yaz this time being the one to say no, not because the Doctor is regenerating, but because she's accepted that time with the Doctor has to end sometime.

And then in the closing seconds, we get to see Ncuti's Doctor, taking up the baton (and clothes) from Jodie Whittaker, just as it should be, his Doctor on his own terms, not a side character in the last guy's story.

As I said, I understand why this didn't happen, but honestly, this would've been so much better than what we got.

#anti rtd #doctor who #jodie whittaker #mandip gill #thirteenth doctor #yazmin khan #sonya khan #60th anniversary #the toymaker #murray gold #segun akinola #ncuti gatwa

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bluegalaxygirl · 5 months

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Old Friends (Zosan X Reader) P8

Plot: Reader is the 9th doctors old assistant but soon moved on to other things, joining the straw hat pirates and falling in love but now their paths cross again (only he has a new face, 10th Doctor) when they go to see an old friend in a strange hospital. Unfortunately there's some one else there that wants to start trouble.

One piece and Doctor who cross over (10th doctor), its based off the new earth episode. i thought since David tenant as the doctor is coming back in November it would be good to get this idea out.

Reader is Female (Sorry), Zoro X Sanji X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship.

Warning: Illness, Death, Bad language and Violence.

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Waking up Zoro tries to stand only for chains to stop him, his arms behind his back and the chains wrapped tightly around his wrists and the bars of the railing. Sanji's head lies on the swordsman's shoulder passed out and in chains too, next to the cook was the doctor, who seemed to be waking up but chopper was no where to be found "Mistress their awake" a male voice makes the swordsman look up to see a timid looking man with strange markings on his face and hands. Sanji groans as he wakes up lifting his head off Zoro's shoulder and looking around him while trying to move his hands "Hay.. You ok?" Zoro asks, the cook looking him over for any injuries "I'm ok, my head hurts though, you?" The cook asks looking the swordsman over as well before looking ahead as foot steps get closer "Aw how sweet" your voice mocks them as Casandra walks over placing a hand on your hip looking down at the three men at your feet "Casandra get out of her now" The doctor growls making you laugh with a flirtatious smile "No one orders mistress around" The man yells but your hand flips up in front of his face stopping him form talking anymore "Who is she? Where's Y/N?" Sanji looks over at the doctor wanting answers.

Casandra rolls her eyes at the blonde and decides to let the doctor explain "That is Y/N, her body at least, i don't know how but Casandra's in charge. The last human, or, so she thought being out in space for most of her life. Last time i saw her she was just a brain in a jar and a flap of skin" The doctor glares at Casandra as he talks noticing his words are getting to her a little. Casandra growls at him hearing how he talked about her old body and kick your foot against the railing right next to the head "You forgot about the part where you killed me" your voice spat leaning forward to get in his face "You killed innocent people Casandra." The Doctor leans forward yelling in your face as you roll your eyes and push off the railing. "Where's Chopper?" Zoro yells, Casandra jump slightly and place a hand over your heart "Pushy much... the fur balls fine, he's going to help my nurse with something. he'll be safe." she smiles leaning down to the two boys looking them over "Your little friend's come in handy, he'll be a big help" Zoro glares at you as Casandra pushes come hair out of Sanji's face, the cook stares wide-eyed at you as you do so. "What do you want Casandra?" The doctor yells as you finally step away from the two boys.

Your body walks over to him and steps on the doctors leg making him groan in pain "What do you think i want? Your supposed to be the smartest man in the universe right?" She asks letting out a small laugh at his angry face "Fine, I'll humor you, I need a body, one thats actually to my liking but so far iv seen nothing but weird aliens or.... defective ones" your voice full of disgust as Casandra looks over at her servant who looks down in shame since he knows she's talking about him "For now this will have to do" You step away form him gesturing to your body "she's not bad but.. no amount of plastic surgery is gonna fix this" Casandra laughs pointing to your face "Fuck you" Sanji yells out shocking almost everyone except Zoro who was actually proud of the cook for yelling at a woman "arrrr, little prince charming trying to come to her aid, now cute" Casandra mocks stepping in front of the cook "Y/N is beautiful don't you dare insult her" Sanji yells up at you his eyes filled with anger only for Casandra to bend down getting close to the cooks face "Do you think that actually means anything? Nami, Robin, Vivi, Perona, Shirahoshi, the nurses here, the list goes on and on, you call them all beautiful." Casandra states noticing Sanji's breath jagged and his eyes wide "She's not special, at least not in your eyes" Zoro's teeth clench glaring at you "Don't listen to her, she's just trying to hurt you" The swordsman growls pressing his shoulder against Sanji's.

Sanji's eyes water as he looks into your eyes "You don't understand how special Y/N is, yes all those girls are beautiful but none of their eyes shine like the stars she looks at. Everything about her is beautiful, her kind heart, how she gets so excited about the little things, the way she looks at you even when she's mad, how cute she looks while drawing or thinking, how her face lights up when ever she takes about something she loves, the way her fingers glide over a page as she reads... you have no idea how special she is" Casandra didn't even know that your hand moves to the cooks cheek wiping away a tear but when she does the woman forces your body and hand away "Such a sap" She comments glaring down at him "Mistress, they have the DNA" Her servant runs over holding a small strange device in his hand that's used to communicate "It's about time, tell her to find the cloning machine and make me a body" The servant nods stepping away seeing Casandra still angry but soon her face turns into a smile, she can have some fun now. Casandra steps closer and sits on Zoro's lap straddling him, the swordsman glares as your face smiles at him and leans closer "Until then, i have time to kill and i want nothing more than to make these two suffer for killing me" Pulling out the switch-blade from your back pocket Casandra presses the tip to the swordsman's neck with a smile "I'm gonna make her watch as i gut you two.. Or should i say as she guts you two." Casandra laughs pressing the knife further forward but stop when Zoro lifts his head back making his neck more exposed.

Your smile drops, Casandra knew the two wouldn't hurt you but she thought they would at least put up a fight. "Y/n begged me to help you, she didn't want you to die but i held her back... punish me not her" The doctor yells trying to stop her form hurting anyone else, gritting your teeth your eyes shift to the doctor a feeling welling up inside that makes her feel sick, not you but Casandra "Liar" She snarls trying to stop whatever this feeling is while watching the doctor shake his head. "You can see her memories right? That's how you know about the straw hats and her relationships... just look and you'll see" his voice almost begging, pushing off Zoro's shoulder you stand up with a growl gripping the knife tightly "It doesn't change anything." Your eyes glare at the Doctor before your eyes turn to Sanji and slashes the knife towards the cooks face "Don't" Zoro yells out in anger trying to get free but his eyes widen when seeing your hand stop just before connecting. Sanji looks at the knife then up at you, your hand shaking slightly as Casandra fights for control that feeling growing stronger "Fuck you" Casandra yells mainly to you trying to get control of the arm back "Mistress?" The servant try's to step in only to get a very pissed off look from Casandra making him cower stepping back. Your hand opens letting the knife clattering onto the ground, Casandra pulls the arm into your chest panting and groaning as the servant try's to comfort her from afar. Zoro lets out a laugh making Casandra turn to him in anger "I know my girl, she's a fighter. Y/n won't give up easily" his comment makes Casandra see red and kick at the swordsman's head but misses going into the railing as if someone pushed the leg aside.

It stays there as Casandra tries to calm down managing to gain control of the arm back as the Doctor pleads with her to stop. "She wants to fight? Ok.. She gets a fight" Casandra sighs pushing off the railing and walking over to the wall behind her, taking in a deep breath she uses all your strength to punch the wall, pain shoots through your body making you both scream out in pain as the skin on yoyr knuckles splits open. "Mistress careful" the servant walks over but gets shoved away and onto the floor. "You bitch" Sanji yells out anger seething through him. Casandra turns to the three blood dripping from your hand and giggling "It's seems she's finally got the message" The woman looks over your knuckles which are now a bloody mess. "As long as her body still functions it doesn't matter if i hurt her, when i get my body i'm done with her and i can do much worse" Casandra laughs looking at the blood stain on the wall "I'm going to kill you" Zoro whispers gaining Casandra's attention who looks over at the green haired man before walks closer and squatting in front of him "What was that sweetie?" your voice so soft yet so fake "I said... i'm going to kill you" the swordsman's eyes glare into yours, a burning fire of rage. "I kinda see it now.. you're hot when your angry" she smiles standing back up but what she doesn't realize is Sanji had kicked the knife behind him after you dropped it and Zoro has been using it to break the chains.

As you stand Zoro lunges at you out of the chains and hand round your neck pushing your back into the wall "Mistress" the servant yells out as Sanji and the doctor yell "Zoro" Your hand goes up to stop your servant form doing anything "It's ok, he's not squeezing, he wouldn't hurt her, too soft" Casandra smiles running your hand up and down his arm "I've had enough, let her go now" The swordsman's voice commanding but it doesn't scare her "Or what?" the hand around your neck tightens making Casandra gasp and grip his wrist "Try me" Sanji tries getting up glaring at the swordsman as panic fills his body "Zoro, what are you doing?" the cook yells only earning a short glance form Zoro before looking back at you. "I said let her go" the rage in his eyes now started to scare Casandra, you can still breath it was just uncomfortable "Y-you wouldn't... you couldn't h-hurt her" Casandra stutters fear filling her mind as Zoro's grip tightens a bit more making her squeak and push your foot into his chest but your leg refuses to push even though Casandra ties her best to make you do so. "Zoro stop." The doctor and Sanji yell trying to brake the chains. "What are you doing? Let her go, That's our Y/N" Sanji yells his heart pounding in his ears. Zoro didn't want to do this, but he knows your strong and you were fighting to get out, he also knows how much you can take, you train together all the time and you have fought side by side, you've taken much worse than this. Even now he can feel you fighting Casandra, your leg hardly pushing against his chest even though your face shows Casandra's trying to force it.

"What is going on?" a female voice sounds out, a nurse looks you all over giving Casandra enough time to reach up and pull a bunch of wires out hoping to use them to somehow hurt Zoro but instead Alarms go off as the pods open. Zoro lets go of your throat as you let go of the wires in shock of what's just happened but the swordsman grabs you arm. "Let go" Casandra yells trying to get him off as the sick start stumbling out of the pods "What have you done?" The nurse yells trying to run away but gets cornered the sick touching her, bumps and scars start appearing on her body as she screams out falling to the floor. "M-Mistress what have you done?" the servant stutters walking back looking for a way out. "Ok, i didn't mean for this to happen" Casandra clings to Zoro for safety but the swordsman goes to Sanji pulling at the chains and managing to get them off him while Casandra panics running to the doctor and getting the chains off him "I'm only doing this because you guys can protect me" she snaps unwrapping the chains. Sanji gets out of the chains and grabs Zoro shirt standing up with an angry look "What the hell is wrong with you?" The cook yells only to notice the sick heading there way, now is not the time for a fight. Casandra gets the Doctor lose before gripping onto Zoro again, Sanji pulls you in between him and Zoro keeping you safe. As the sick keep coming out of the pods the servant gets cut off form the rest of the group and tries to make a run for it only to get caught in between two groups of sick. "Mistress?" He calls out, the doctor goes to help but your arm garbs him "Leave h-" Casandra try's to say but your jaw clenches again to the point of it hurting as if your telling her to shut up.

The sick closing in on him, the servant screams while getting grabbed and pulled to the floor. The doctor pry's his eyes away and looks for a way out soon spotting some metal stairs that go up and down the middle of the center. Heading down the stairs Sanji and Zoro keeping you close trying avoid the sick stumbling around as they follow the doctor. "There" Casandra yells pointing at a single door that none of the sick are near, it was different to the other doors locked with a pad lock not a key pad. Following her direction you all head that way, the doctor using his sonic screwdriver to open the pad lock and pushes the door letting you all in before close it behind you all using the pad lock to secure the door. The sick bang on the door as you all run down a long brick stair case leading you all into another room where you all managed to stop and take a brake from running. "Oh come on" Casandra groans letting go of the boys and walking into the room, the same room she's been in for years, the door upstairs has always been locked, but she never thought she was that close to sick people, it made her feel sick. "Casandra" The doctor calls looking at the broken machine in the room realizing what it is and what its made out of "This is illegal tech... Is this what you used?" The doctor turns to look at Casandra who just shrugs "What do you want form me? It's the best i could do with what i have" Your voice sounded annoyed and fed up "That converter is banned throughout the universe, your compressing Y/N to death" The doctor yells pointing at the broken machine. "Maybe thats what i want" Casandra hates this place, all she wanted was a body of her own and now she's in this mess.

Zoro and Sanji glares at Casandra, not only as she taken over your body, but she's killing you too. The cook's the first to move, walking up to you as she turns to him and crosses your arms over your chest "Let her go now" Sanji's tone changes into a much deeper and commanding one, It spooks Casandra a little she didn't think he would be capable of talking to a woman like that but then again he did yell at her before and call her names. "I have nowhere to go.... my body's destroyed and my brain is dead" she points to the empty stand and dead brain in a jar. "Than you'll just have to be atoms in the air. Leave her Casandra" the doctor looks over at you his face uncaring and angry. Zoro stands next to Sanji staring down at you "Let her go, i'm not gonna let you kill her" Your eyes shift to the swordsman gritting your teeth "Says the man who had his hand around her throat" Zoro steps closer getting close to your face with an unnervingly calm face "And yet you couldn't make her push me away" His voice was calm too which spooked her even more, gulping you body steps back. Sanji's hand grabs onto Zoro's arm pulling him back slightly "Please, let her go, let us have her back" The cook holds back his tears but Casandra see's this as an opening.

Casandra starts to fake crying looking up at Sanji with tears running down your cheeks and sad eyes "I don't want to die" She puts your arms around his waist crying into his chest only for Zoro push you off and away form the cook. Sanji surprisingly didn't stop him just gritted his teeth and looked away while holding onto Zoro's arm. Sanji hated doing this, he wanted to hold you and wipe away those tears, but he wanted you back, the real you. Getting angry Casandra steps back and thinks for a moment, If she can't hurt them with force or emotions then maybe words. "Why does she like you two?" she smiles wiping away the tears with ease "Casandra knock it off" The Doctor yells knowing what she up too but Casandra continues first looking at Sanji who still refused to look at you "You're nothing but a immature flirt. I used to have boys like you wrapped around my finger, on their knees begging for just a touch." your words spat as you turned to Zoro his eyes fixed on yours showing no emotion "And you a dumb brute, no brains all brawn... i used to fuck your type for shits and giggle" she glares at him neither one of them showing any kind of emotion, it was pissing her off, this kind of thing normally works so why isn't it. "That's enough Casandra, its over. Get, Out, Now" The doctor steps closer making Casandra smile getting an idea "You know, i said to myself that i would only pick the pretty girls but.. a pretty boy would do" she blows out a large puff of multi colored cloud once it all left, your body drops to the floor, Sanji and Zoro ran catching you just before your head hits the concrete floor. The cloud flows into the doctor as he steps back and tries to regain his balance.

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From Across the Hallway - Chapter 3

When Missy moves in across the hallway with her two-year old daughter Emily, into what is definitely NOT the best neighborhood, perhaps Wade Wilson can be there for them to brighten their world, and keep an eye out for them when they need it most… Hurt/Comfort/Friendship/Family, and perhaps a little something more… Wade/Missy alternate universe fic. Wade/OC

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Missy's week had been anything but easy…each and every day Missy had gone to work, with the whispers still floating around the office…

And on top of that, Emily had been as quiet as ever…

She wasn't a fussy little girl and rarely cried, but she was as shy as anything and Missy could tell she was upset by the fact she had gotten more and more subdued and silent as they days had progressed. This past week, being away from Missy and having to deal with the loud noises and unfamiliar faces at the crèche, it was hurting her, Missy could easily see that.

But right now it was their only choice… Missy couldn't afford not to work and having a crèche in her office block was a massive saving grace for her. There wasn't many workplaces where she would be that lucky.

But today it was Friday and Missy and Emily were looking forward to the entire weekend, just the two of them.

But the moment they had arrived back at 4.30pm, after taking a detour through the ever-darkening park on the way home, their afternoon had descended into chaos.

They had opened the front door, only to find that that their power was out and by the looks of it, had been for the majority of the day. This meant that the entire apartment was freezing cold and now plunged into darkness.

"No, no, no…" uttered Missy under her breath, flipping the light on and off as Emily stuck by her heels, looking up at her Mom a little worriedly.

"Itsh dark," muttered the little girl, slurring her words slightly, which wasn't uncommon for her.

Missy stroked the top of Emily's head stepping further into the room, the only light, currently coming from the lit-hallway behind them, through the open door.

"I know sweetie, Mommy thought she'd paid the bill on Tuesday," she said matter-of-factly, pulling her cell phone from her purse, the bright light from the device illuminating her face.

She checked her bank account quickly.

Crap, the money hadn't gone out. She know she'd SEEN the bill, but with everything going on at the moment, she had obviously forgotten to pay it.

At her side, Emily clutched at her leg.

"It's ok, Mommy will fix it," said Missy biting her lip.

God, it was freezing in here. It was late November and a chill had crept over the city over the past few weeks, with the temperature having dropped dramatically, right in time for their move.

Missy hurriedly strode across the room, searching over her box-strewn living room for the pile of letters and bills she knew was around there somewhere.

But it was dark and impossible to see a thing, even with the light from her phone.

Oh could this day get any worse?!

"Is living in the dark a new trend I haven't quite caught onto yet?" came a sudden voice from behind her.

Oh it definitely could get worse…

She turned to see Wade standing in the hallway, leaning up against her doorframe, arms folded, staring into the gloomy apartment, a big grin across his face.

Missy gave an irritated huff.

"I forgot to pay the bill, ok?" she snapped, before she could stop herself.

Why was she even having to explain herself to him anyway?

Emily looked behind her, obviously wondering who Missy was talking to, her green eyes staring suddenly up at Wade.

"Hiya Em," he said his voice sweet. "It's kinda dark in here, huh?"

The tiny girl gave a nod and waved at him suddenly with her chubby hand.

Wade beamed.

Missy gave a sigh, spinning around on the spot, checking the space around her for the bills. But beneath the piles of cardboard boxes and Emily's toys it was impossible to see anything.

"I've got a flashlight, if you want to borrow one?" offered Wade.

She could from his tone that he was smirking.

Missy gritted her teeth.

"No thanks!" she said in a high-pitched voice. "I'm fine, I-"

But before she could utter another word, Missy had tripped over a pile of boxes and come crashing down onto the hardwood floor with a bump.

Emily let out a squeak of fright.

In a flash, Wade had strode across the room, closing the gap between them, clutching a hand beneath her arm.

"Up you get, Ms Clumsy," he said in a mocking tone, which Missy did not appreciate one little bit.

She snatched her arm away from him.

"I can get up myself, thank you very much," she snarled, clambering to her feet with great difficulty on her sky-high-heels.

She heard Wade at her side let out a chuckle, as he walked back over to where Emily was still stood, just a couple of feet inside the room.

He crouched down in front of the little girl, smiling.

"Now your mommy is an independent lady," said Wade with a nod. "…and you know what? That's my favourite kind of lady…"

Emily just gaped at him for a long moment, before looking down at the floor shyly and turning around on the spot.

"She's shy…" offered Missy, suddenly gazing over at them. "She doesn't really interact with others all that well."

Wade looked around at Missy.

"She interacts with you…" he said blinking.

Missy glanced down at the floor momentarily before looking up at Wade once again.

"That's because I know how to talk to her…a lot of people, they find out that she's hard of hearing, and they just yell at her, thinking that will solve all the problems…but it just makes things worse…she hates loud noises.." Missy gave an inward sigh. "She's fine if you just talk slowly to her and make eye contact…like you should with any normal child…"

Wade paused for a second, his brown eyes roving over Missy's face.

"Noted…" he uttered simply.

Suddenly at his side, Emily let out a shiver.

It was bitterly cold in the apartment and right now Missy regretted not keeping on top of things better.

What on earth was she going to do if Emily got sick…she couldn't afford to take time off…not now…imagine what the popele ta work would say about that?

Not to mention Emily's health…the little girl struggled as it was…

Missy worried at her lip, fretting.

"Listen," said Wade suddenly, snapping Missy out of her trance. "You wanna come over to my place?"

His voice was genuine and soft.

He turned to Emily.

"I've got hot chocolate with little marshmallows.." he said in a tempting voice, causing the little girl to look up at him wide-eyed.

But Missy gave a frown.

This probably wasn't a good idea….she barely even knew this guy…

"Hot chwocolat?" repeated Emily in what was barely a whisper.

Wade smiled down at her with gentle brown eyes.

"And it sure is a bit warmer than this place is…" he said glancing back over at Missy. "In fact I think a house made of ice vodka luges would be warmer than this…"

Missy gave a gulp.

"I-I don't know…" she murmured biting at her lip, worriedly, and shifting her weight from foot to foot.

But Wade gave an easy shrug, getting to his feet as Emily watched him.

"Look it's just an offer…" he said with a chuckle. "But I do have wifi if you need to get in touch with the electricity company that way…and besides my hot cholate is pretty infamous…"

He turned to Emily.

"…The secret is lots of marshmallows!" he said in a loud whisper behind his hand, causing Emily to blink her eyes up at him curiously.

Perhaps going over to Wade's for a minute or two would be a better option, Missy thought to herself. Instead of rooting around in the dark for a missing paper bill she might have thrown out anyway.

She stared up at her neighbour warily.

There he was, in his usual sheepskin jacket and black tee, looking every inch a guy she would normally cross the street to avoid.

But it was Emily, who let out another silent shiver, who made up Missy's mind for her.

"Ok…" Missy uttered in a quiet tone. "Just until I manage to get this bill paid and get the power back on…"

Wade instantly clapped his hands together, happily, causing Emily to wince slightly, backing away from him in fright.

The blonde man looked suddenly shamefaced at the little girl's reaction.

But Missy merely walked across the room, taking Emily's hand in her own and stroking her cheek.

"Shhh, it's ok baby, it was just Wade…" she said in a soft voice.

Wade shook his head.

"Sorry," he said, looking between them.

And for the first time, Missy saw something in him…. something far removed from his usual cocky swagger. Something genuine, remorseful….honest…

"It's fine…" she said giving him a ghost of a smile, which Wade reciprocated, looking slightly relieved.

And with that, he led the way across the hallway, pushing open the door to his apartment, as Missy and Emily followed.

#wade wilson oc #wade wilson fic #wade oc #wade wilson #wade winston wilson #deadpool ofc #deadpool #deadpool fanfic #deadpool oc #wade wilson fluff

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smoosnoom · 1 year

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can’t believe that i finally decided to comment all ur works that i read before daily compliments.

“let me steal this moment from you” became my first victim. tbh i haven’t read it since november i think?? and part of my brain which is responsible for memory is too occupied by remembering facts about u so i don’t remember plot sorry. this one is gonna be like the first time 🙏🏻

“If anything, it’s a miracle any of them are still awake and functioning.” no fr. they spent like a week in that uncomfortable van and the first thing they did after returning to hawkins is cleaned the cabin?? not even shower.

“At least it would save the catastrophe of seeing Argyle and Ted Wheeler interact.” ohh, i’d like to see that

“It’s blue. He imagines painting a yellow sun on it.” 🥺🥺 bc he’s yellow and sunshine and lights up every room he walks in. sorry i love him so much

“He wonders if he's more of a monster than a mistake.” ok i had 10 minutes tears break after that 🧍🏻‍♀️ maybe i Am crybaby idk

“He’s pretty sure it’s the first time they’ve laughed together since they’ve arrived back in Hawkins.” poor boys haven’t laughed in Weeks :( i wish i could fix everything for them

will wants to make “smalltown boy” with mike so bad and i can’t blame him. my boy deserves be as far away from hawkins as possible.

“He doesn’t have any time for self-doubt when Mike turns his hand over in Will’s grasp, until their hands are properly entwined” it’s all them. best friends, each other reassurance and safe space, soulmates if u want. i just love them ughhh. that’s why they hits so hard.

“we aren’t kids anymore” omg how do u exactly know where to put references?

“And we got to bury Jonathan in a bunch of sand, which was pretty fun.” oh wait!! i remember ur Fantastic fan art! writer And artist how talented u are!!

“Night Seven” ofc its night seven. love that it could have been 5+1 but it’s byler so it’s seven instead.

“and it seems to be the right move when Mike lets out an appreciative hum” my “naturally good kisser will” agenda never dies. he just knows what to do he didn’t need practice 🙏🏻

“He probably looks like a kissed-dumb idiot.” he is. good for him!

god, ilysm. ur so talented u have no idea. and u make me feel things.

i love that fic so bad and if u like it too u should thank moon for it!!

if it helps i dont even Remember most of "let me steal this moment", every time i click post it's like every associated memory just vanishes from my brain

im glad u get to experience it all over again i wish i could do the same with other fics </3

"the first thing they did after returning to hawkins is cleaned the cabin?? not even shower." U ARE SO RIGHT i thought abt that the first time i watched vol 2 like what do u mean u arent even going to change !!!! u have been in those close for Days !!!!

i almost did write a ted wheeler and argyle interaction . Almost

that is so real . will byers my sunshine sweetpie

HEOEOKPJY IM SO SOSRRY

so real and true ! i need these two far far away from hawkins and HAPPYYY

u get me !!!!!! theyve alwyas been best friends first and thats why they hit so different

oh god not the drawing 😭😭😭 can we pretend that Didn't happen . maybe . my artistry isnt grea t

IM SO HAPYPPYY U NOTICED !!!! night seven !!!! it was a seven !!!!!!!

will is just naturally good at it idk what to tell u . yes he has never kissed anyone Yes he is a loser yes hes also great as kissing . sorry

so honored to have made u feel things <3 alya my beloved it is Always the best day of my life whenever u decide to read something of mine :D

#daily alya #/ask #thnakyouthnskou

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seahdalune · 4 months

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Seana’s 2020 art highlights (a thread)

(Note: this is a reupload of a thread i did on twitter a few years back. so these are really old.)

January: i didn’t draw anything complete that month.... closest thing i could find to finished is this art i made of my OC, Angelord. man. remember when i drew my OCs? [2023 note: it's..... funny you say that. you would try to start up an original comic for the entirety of next year.... not that it ever came to fruition.]

February: i finished Link’s Awakening that month. i drew Marin bc i thought she was cute. i wish i could get motivated to draw fanart of recent video games i finished more... this is probably the last proper traditional art i made this year... after this, it’s mostly digital.

March: look. i’m attempting anatomy... and i failed lol. i remember being like “how do you draw woman” after drawing this... i mean. i still wanna know how to draw woman, so i guess i haven’t changed lol. [2023 note: I STILL DONT KNOW HOW TO DRAW WOMEN]

April: wait NVM here’s another traditional piece i made this year. he was an adoptable i made... but nobody was interested in them so he’s with me for now. i’ll try and redesign them, either to sell them or to keep him. [2023 note: i never sold this guy.... i was lazy and nobody values points these days. probs for the best because scamming children with virtual coins is probably not a good idea lmao. at the same time, i wish there was an easy way to buy and sell designs+commissions without having to get a credit card or paypal or something.]

May: another month where i didn’t draw anything. buuut i did some plush sketches to reference so das dat. [2023 note: you'll probably be able to name most charas here, but who's the guy i drew the most? that's Matteo, he's a little pink vampire and i made him through Gatcha Life.]

June: ah. the month where i started digital art. this was fanart for my friend’s OC. i didn’t know a lot of features of digital art so it looks like shit LOL not the first digital art i made ever, but it might as well be. [2023 note: i actually received my tablet around 2018, but i never had time to draw on it because i had 1 hour of screentime every day. this restriction was finally lifted in 2020 (because online classes) and i finally had time to venture out into the world of digital art...]

July: i made a lot of stuff this month, but to shorten the list... i finished the plush of my OC, Matteo. i wanna make another plushie... maybe with Suitcase.

this was also the month i joined the OSC... oh hell. it’s been 6 months?? [2023 note: 2 YEARS BITCH. ITS GONNA BE YOUR 3RD ANNIVERSARY if i didn't get so tired and started to hate the community so much.]

August: ...ergh. lets get over with this month quickly... Object OCs this. Object OCs that.

occasional Algebians.

i do not like the art here... it really shows that i’ve improved. ok let’s get outta here. [2023 note: i fucking despise the person who asked me why "they were old" to my humanizations of the Dangos. this is why i refuse to join another public server ever again and might have contributed to the delay of my human drawing skills.]

September: lots of Taco II. i seriously liked her a lot. still do, but the love is a bit more spread out between characters.

oh. and i watched ONE that month. cool.

October: i finally found a style that i could weld. hooyah.

don’t ask why i drew my friend as a cat maid... i thought it was funny ok.

September: the month of gift art. nothing else to say, but i like the thin lines. yes, ‘thin’. ...god i need to think of better things to say. [i would then realize i said the wrong month, and unlike tumblr, i cannot edit tweets once published, so my only option was to delete the whole thing and start over. or just say this:] did i just say September... oh for fucks- no i am not fixing this i’m already tired of this just imagine i said November ok

December: best art of this year so far (doh) nothing to say. just... happy that i improved. can’t wait to improve even more.

[hey look! i was in the 2020 JnJ christmas video! thats me! me!!]

aaand, that’s all for this year! man, i thought i was done with improvement. i can’t believe i proved myself wrong. usually other people do that for me lol. lets see if i can disprove myself again in 2021.

#dalune recap 2020 #dalune recap

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melkudo · 5 months

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What if that one thing that you thought was real, ends up to be just a big lie? What if you are not even sure if the person you love still feels the same for you? What if in every day of your life you have this fear that he will just leave you hanging, again? What if.... What if....

The story goes like this. I have been in a relationship for almost 6 years now. We were high school sweethearts. Many of our friends envy us simply because not all couples could sustain a relationship that long. One thing that people also like about us is that we act like we were just best of friends. Bestfriends in a way that I could share the story of my entire life with him. We were comfortable enough with each other to say "Nauutot ako" and "Natatae na ko" without feeling embarrassed. I thought of our relationship to be nearly perfect. But of course, we also had our fair share of fights, misunderstandings and problems. Sometimes, it would take us about several hours (Minimum) - 7 days (Maximum) for us to resolve the things going on between us. I remember my friends would always say "Magkakaayos/Magkakabalikan rin kayo niyan" when I come up to them whenever problems arise in our relationship.

The terrible chaos started last October 30, 2012. The day started out so well. Me and my high school friends decided to have a mini reunion and it lasted until 12am (?). He was already angry that time telling me to go home. I could not obey him because I was really enjoying myself. To cut the story short we broke up the day after (November 1). I was begging him to come back but he would refuse. I would also call him but he would reject it. I would text him as many as I could but he would only reply that he does not want to continue ours anymore and wants space. I decided to travel back to Manila to fix things because 1) I feel so guilty about what happened and 2) I love him so much. My plan worked out. We were back in each others arms but with lots of changes. When we are together, we were A OK but when we are not, he would be cold and would text me that he wants space. That we have lasted for about 3 days and then we finally broke up. He was telling me that he just wanted to enjoy the last 6mos of college and he'll be back after. I thought that he just really needs space because I admit, I was tough on him.

I really am scared right now.

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daphnis-is-screaming · 7 months

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So like back in November my bank decided for like a week and a half starting from the day before Thanksgiving, my bank account would be “credit only” (AKA, “you can give us your money but don’t count on being able to use it.”) and eventually I got it fixed. (S/O to my grandma for sending me a small Amazon gift card so I could buy food and medicine during this time.)

Apparently it was due to some false flagged security/fraud alert because someone on the phone told me she has NO idea why my account was credit only (after over a week of calling every business day only to be told there was nothing anyone could do.)

Anyways I try to order checks this past weekend because I need them so I can start paying certain bills and I get told “no” by the online portal. My bank is fully online so I can’t just walk into a branch.

I call them and apparently this security thing that I THOUGHT was fully cleared wasn’t and it was keeping me from being able to order checks online.

I got that fixed too. But why the fuck is it Like That? Like “OK little bitch man I GUESS you can buy food and medicine again, but good luck trying to be a responsible adult and get checks.”

#daphnis is screaming

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or-something-better · 9 months

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November 13, 2022

Conversation about Meg’s Trials

Meg

when I get back to my room, I pace a little bit more, and then sit on my bed thinking about what to do next finally deciding to try Sam I send him a message text ‘Hey Sam. I need to ask you something. Can I come by?’ setting my phone on the bed beside me I lay back across the bed lost in my thoughts of Cass and the times we had together

Sam

Hearing the text alert, I set my coffee aside and pull out my phone. Curious about what Meg wants, I send her a reply. I'll be working in the ART room all afternoon, come by anytime

Meg

I get startled out of my daydream when my phone goes off. I pick it up, read the message, and take a deep breath. I vanish and reappear in the bunker walking into the art room I see Sam hey Sam. not sure if he's working on something or just looking at something, I ask whatcha got there?

Sam

Chuckling at how quick she came, I just wave my hand at the mess on the desk before me. Oh, this is just a second verification check that the computer program for logging our artifact information is working. What's up with you and how can I help?

Meg

So. I have a little problem. hoping he can help I want to get into heaven. But as you know, Gabe and all the other angels are gone and heaven is closed. I sigh and now I don't know what to do.

Sam

Well that wasn't anything I thought I'd be hearing. Meg... you know, probably better than anyone, that souls who've been in Hell aren't accepted into Heaven. Feeling a little uncomfortable about the elephant in the room, I clear my throat before speaking And you don't even have a soul...

Meg

Listening to Sam, I get angry, and then upset but.... but Gabe said.....he said we would talk about it later. looking at Sam trying to plead with him there has to be a way.

Sam

Look, if Gabe lead you to believe that there was a way forward for what you want, then I'd have to say there probably is. I mean, he's God now. I guess he can make the rules and exceptions to them in anyway he wants to. Not like anything it going to tell him different. I sit back in my chair and notice that this really seems important to her What's going on Meg? You've been a demon for a long time, why the sudden fascination with getting into Heaven?

Meg

I start pacing around the room, picking things up and setting them back down, trying to avoid Sam’s eyes well. Um, I.... uh... I've been... feeling things lately. And I want to be able to get into heaven and .... I don't know. taking a quick glance at Sam, I whisper lightly I want to be good enough....

Sam

Now she's got my attention, I've got a bit of experience of existing without a soul and know that I certainly wasn't feelings driven at that time. I'm sure you know this, I lived without a soul for a time... and "good enough" never crossed my mind. What do you think you need to change yourself for?

Meg

sighing heavily, I turn to face Sam it doesn't really matter why. changing the subject I ask what about what you did to crowley? How you... almost cured him. Would that help, do you think?

Sam

You mean the Trials? I sit back against my chair and think for a minute. The situation with Crowley wasn't about fixing him, or bringing him back to his human self, for anything other than it being final piece of a plan to seal the gates of Hell forever. Kevin had discovered it on the Devil's Tablet and that's where my energy was focused. If I'd continued it till the end would Crowley have been renewed as a human? Yeah, I guess he would have...

Meg

OK. a tiny spark of hope kindles inside as I nod, my mind racing ok, so. That's.... that's helpful. Thanks Sam. I start to head towards the door. stopping on the threshold I turn back one last thing. Do you think crowley could have been made human, with his soul intact? You know, if you would have finished...? raising an eyebrow in question

Sam

Meg, I've actually thought about that several times since then. Especially at times when it seems to me that Crowley sort of has lasting effects... you know what I mean? Sometimes it seems like he has more of a connection to people. I feel like I need to be very clear with my answer to her question, although I really have no idea why. The very final step of Crowley's Trial called for me to place my hand over his mouth and say the last Enochian spell. I found out after that, that it would have caused my death. I've often thought that the sacrifice of MY soul would have allowed HIS soul to return to him. Therefore keeping the balance between Heaven and Hell intact.

Meg

nodding at Sam well. That makes sense. Thanks again Sam. I'll see you later. waves and walks out the door walking through the bunker I'm reminded again of all the things Cass and I have done together. The good, and the bad. And I poof myself back to my room in hell to think over all that Sam had to say sifting through the information in my brain, I'm still left with questions Grabbing my phone I start looking through my contacts to see if there is anyone else who could give me answers. Seeing no one I can be sure of, I turn it off and put it on the table telling myself I will do some research now, and if I have more questions I will talk to someone about it later

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divergent-one-1984 · 11 months

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Organized Crime Ring in Astoria, NY, in a neighborhood under the jurisdiction of 114th PRECINCT and in apartment buildings managed by CENTRAL ASTORIA, LLC. I have been the victim of TARGETED COMMUNITY HARASSMENT SINCE SUMMER 2016 because of my race and gender, I am an African American woman (because of a rumor / gossip mill started by staff at NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION while I was employed there from 2014 to 2016 I was made the victim of TARGETED PSYCHOLOGICAL HARASSMENT). Due to the illegal access and leaking of private, personal, confidential information by wiretapping / cloning / hacking of personal devices and illegal surveillance in my residence. This includes leaking of confidential medical information (HPV, strains that can cause cervical cancer and an Abortion) - Blackberry Messenger (BBM) between DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON and myself in MARCH 2011 - I ENDED OUR CASUAL DATING RELATIONSHIP that began in the BRONX, NY in MAY 2010 (per a blind date hook up by mutual acquaintance SHO CLARK) - POST 2 of 3 - BBM Exchange with DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON MARCH 2011 pages 1 through 2)

DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON'S Blackberry Messenger (BBM) Pin # is 3232520E.

This conversation started out with DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON reaching out to me to get $$ to repair the brand new SONY PLAYSTATION game console I bought him for his birthday in NOVEMBER 2010 and then turned into him asking me for $$ to pay his rent because apparently he had just decided while we were in this conversation to pay to repair the PLAYSTATION with his rent money, which was $140, with the assumption that I would just give him the $$ because I have taken care of him in the past when he needed things.

I did not give him too much $$ maybe $50 on a couple of occassions, but I did send hella care packages of toiletries and basic needs as well as personal items he left in US, paid a speeding ticket he had in NYS, and used calling cards to call him before he had access to Internet.

Based on this history, I guess he felt I would just give him the money but I did not and I ended things with him after this exchange. I believe DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON thought I was his personal ATM after awhile.

PAGE 1 of 5

3232520E: "I got it repaired but I used my rent money to do it"

PAGE 2 of 5

ME: "Ok so wtf is all this about?"

3232520E: "So if I can't my money from denver tomorrow I will have an issue" (denver is the basketball team DEVIN played for in EL SALVADOR, CENTRAL AMERICA)

3232520E: "Hate your shakiness that is what this is all about"

ME: "U making shit up ME: " Now" ME: "U being shakey"

3232520E: "If u can help me please do" 3232520E: "Ummmm no"

ME: "Yes u are" ME: "Wtf u telling me about some shit's that's already repaired"

3232520E: "I just took 140 dollars to fix it because it is cheaper than mailing it and getting it sent back…."

ME: "That's fine but its done already so y r we even talking about it?"

3232520E: "I just fixed it I'm not even powering it on till I get to the new house"

ME: "Ok"

3232520E: "Because I need help in paying for it"

ME: "I can't help u" ME: "Sorry" ME: "U prob won't get money from me until I feel we r in a different kind of place cause all I'm gonna think is ur going to use the money I give you on someother chick"

(At this point I knew about DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON and 19 year old gf, ELISA VELASQUEZ (he is 30 at this point, I think this is a little gross and borderline pee-dough, 19 is still a baby as far as I am concerned even though I know girls tend to mature faster than boys, but anywho)

I found out DEVIN was "in a relationship" by stumbling upon his relationship status accidentally on Facebook instead of him telling me.

DEVIN was up front about his polyamorous lifestyle before he moved which is why I never fully took things seriously especially since we were long distance as well, I was just having fun for these reasons and some others until I did not want to have fun anymore.

DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON stated he would tell me about such things, these were his words I expected him to stand on them but he didn't, I sat on this information for at least a month at this point.

I was waiting and giving him the chance to tell me like he claimed he would, but he never did so this is where my mind was at at this point and eventually at the end of this conversation, which is somewhere on a computer / usb drive, I basically told him, if you are claiming women on FB, ask them for money, don't call on me from another country when you have a gf right there. Don't try to play me because I thought he and I were better than that)

ME: "If you need something tangible"

3232520E: "Was hoping u would at least go half with me in fixing it since I'm not mailing it anymore…."

ME: "For urself" ME: "I can help but actual $" ME: "Feel funny about it" ………………….

3232520E: "Can u phathom all the negative things I want to say to u right now….."

ME: "I'm sure"

3232520E: "I have a contract to sign tomorrow so I can have a place to live since margarito asked me to move out"

3232520E: "And u have the nerve to downplay my needs to that of money going to some chick" 3232520E: "Right" 3232520E: "Thank u"

ME: "y would u use rent $ to repair ps3" ME: "?"

3232520E: "So much for" 3232520E: "Your understanding"

ME: "Because first of all u lied about the ps3" ME: "?" 3232520E: "I what" ME: "U made it seem like it still needed to be repaired"

3232520E: "I never lie" 3232520E: "I'm done" 3232520E: "Fuck u" ………………. 3232520E: "All u do is urk me"

ME: "Did u not just make it seem as if it still neede to b" ME: "Sent back here"

3232520E: "Every fucking time u bleed"

(So, I had to add some context to this just because I think it's utterly ridiculous and laughable and shows how deeply misogynistic DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON is.

This is a tired ass thing for a man to say to a woman; blame us having a disagreement because I have my period? This is like middle school / high school sh!t; most men don't seem to bypass this maturity level anyway so I suppose I should not have been surprised he would say such a stupid thing that is patently false.

First of all, this is a blanket misogynist statement, while I do acknowledge that as women we go through hormonal changes that can alter our moods in different degrees at any point during our menstrual cycle, not just when we are actually bleeding, but whatever that altered state is, if at all, it varies from woman to woman.

When you have been around me longer than a month then we can talk.

For DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON to put that out there as if its true and as if he knows anything about when I bleed is ridiculous.

I don't recall if I actually had my period during the time of this exchange, based on what I guesstimate to be the date of this exchange it's entirely possible I did have my period but DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON has literally only been around me possibly 1 time during my period if I had my period during the month we hung out in NYC before he moved and if I did I may or may not have hung out with him during this time or for at least part of this time.

If we did hangout, I don't recall him saying anything about "my bleeding" during that period of a little over a month that we physically spent together during SUMMER 2010 and we did not hang out everyday, maybe 2 - 4 days each week, after we met in person about a week or so after we started talking on the phone.

Most of the time we were "hanging out" was spent in 2 different countries.

I met DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON in late MAY 2010 in NYC, DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON moved to EL SALVADOR, CENTRAL AMERICA the first week of JULY 2010. I literally spent about 1 month in DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON'S physical presence, including the 3 day weekend I visited him in NOVEMBER 2010 to celebrate our birthdays together.

DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON has not been around me long enough to know how the hell I am when I bleed.

DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON was basically trying to deflect from his poor decision making and throwing a temper tantrum because I wouldn't give him money; antagonize me for no reason, that will certainly get you what you want, sure….lol.

Additionally, to further point out the obsurdity of DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON'S statement, the 2 actual relationships I have had in my life of which I spent more time with each of them than my hanging out with DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON, neither one of them has ever said anything about my period being a catalyst for an argument / disagreement.

Those men had been around me physically for more than 1 instance of my period. The first relationship was with a man I met shortly after graduating college whom I lost my virginity to, he was around me for at least 12 periods, not once did he ever say you know when you bleed you are this or that or you must have your period why are you are being a b…., etc. lol.

The other relationship lasted for 4 years with an additional year and a half of toxic uncoupling (for more details see any post about WILFRED SHAWN KIRKLADY) You will see the receipts of WILFRED SHAWN KIRKALDY saying some pretty sh!tty, disrespectful, emotionally / verbally abusive things to me and generally doing the most with his extreme and erratic thinking / behavior and the tendancy to attempt to tear down my self esteem with some of his comments, however you won't see him saying anything about everytime I bleed yadda yadda yadda.

I don't recall WILFRED SHAWN KIRKALDY stating that in any of those communications, additional communications that I have not posted, or any verbal argument we ever had.

WILFRED had been around me for at least 60 periods, where at least over a dozen were while we lived together under the same roof, so DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON was basically just pulling sh!t out of his ass because of his emotional immaturity and instability.

And for additional TMI, I can be irritable and more impatient than normal, but not angry irritable (and if I sense that because I have been with myself through many periods obviously, I am in my late 40s and hope to be in perimenopause cause I'm over this annoyance and don't want children so pointless, anywho, I will stay to myself, take some aspirin, if available a heating pad, watch youtube videos, and just lay down and rest especially for the first 2 to 3 days.

I literally don't have all the energy for the nonsense DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON is talking about, DEVIN just wanted to blame me for a problem he created.

I am a sleepy / sluggish / lethargic / bloated / sensitive (romantically and generally), withdrawn, quiet, and prone to shed some tears from watching a scene in a movie or some ish like that period girl, so all this "bleeding" agressive, vindictive bitch energy I was supposedly giving him isn't even my style, maybe its some other woman he was with in the past or present, maybe he got us confused since we all / most of us are interchageable and seem to just be a scapegoat, anatomy to achieve sexual pleasure and / or a money / resource tree for him, and not necessarily a fully fleshed out human being, lol)

3232520E: "No dick"

ME: "For"

3232520E: "I was at the place"

ME: "Me to send it back to sony?

3232520E: " Considering what was my best option" (DEVIN ELTON THOMPSPON'S best option would have been to pay his rent instead of using the money to repair a video game console and trying to get me to pay for it as if he is not a grown ass 30 yr old man with an actual girlfriend in EL SALVADOR, that should be able to help him out if being claimed on Facebook, BTW, a girlfriend that he still at this point had no clue that I knew about and had known about for like a month before this exchange. I was waiting to see if he would tell me outright without me having to prompt it out of him or having to spill the tea myself.

I didn't care about the girlfriend because we were not exclusive and because of the non negotiables he told me about before he moved I never took our situation that seriously, I liked him but not enough to overlook the red flags / dealbreakers; I was just there to have fun and have an experience until I felt it was time to move on.

I only cared that he did not tell me like he stated he would. I approach each person I meet as an individual, if the energy matches my energy and you are cool, easy going like myself, and the energy seems to be positive and not negative then I will rock with you until you show me different.

I was willing to help him out still if he needed help with actual things like toothpaste, socks, etc but no money (basically all the basic toiletries and other basic needs shit I sent to him when he first moved because he appeared to have moved to EL SALVADOR, CENTRAL AMERICA with a wing and a prayer, the clothes on his back and maybe a toothbrush, lol; based on all the stuff he asked for, I purchased and mailed him).

If I could help without putting myself out on some friendship sh!t, like I rock with you because you are a human being that I like and we vibe I was willing to do it but since he was not talking about the things he claimed he was going to be honest about then I can't rock with you no more because you just don't respect me on a basic human level and I have no choice but to think that you are just using me.

I just wanted him to stand by his word and he did not and then tried to turn this whole thing around on me as if I owed him anything in life. I was not his mom, family member, his girlfriend, just some chick he got hooked up with through a mutual acquaintaince less than a year ago.

There must have been a number of people of higher priority level above me that could have helped him out in his time of need)

3232520E: "U calling me a liar" 3232520E: "I just fixed it while I was writing u telling u the cost to send it"

ME: "Ok"

3232520E: "I shouldn't have to explain myself any fucking way"

(DEVIN is asking me for money and claims he does not need to explain himself/ I'm sorry but the audacity of some of these mofos, no shame. In general, not even on some man / woman -ish, if someone asks for money there should be some kind of explanation involved, especially with the information I have in my back pocket.

I'm thinking to myself ask your 19 year old gf, don't ask me. If you are claiming you are in a relationship with someone they should have your back and maybe you don't have to explain yourself to them, idk)

3232520E: "U want to doubt me" 3232520E: "And be a biutch saying money is going to some other bitch" 3232520E: "And u wonder why we ain't in a cool place" 3232520E: "Are you fucking kidding me" 3232520E: "U think this is what I want or expect from someone who loves me" 3232520E: "Can't stop thinking about me" 3232520E: "U r the fucking liar not me"

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doc-hudson · 1 year

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Political affairs

Alternative title: “Something very LGBT+ just happened to me”: the thread

Date: 9 - 11 of November, 2022

TW: Brief abuse reference

Doc Hudson

Ok, back to the program…

Paul was a man on a mission, a mission to avenge Agustin; Sure, he’d got sidetracked by King, but he was a man on a mission and now there was nothing stopping him from unleashing chaos-

-except there was, because of course there was.

“I must be seein’ things” he joked, shaking his cane in the other’s general direction “MacTunnag, are you actually wearing somethin' other than jeans and plaid?! Well, I'll be damned”

Seamus MacTunnag

Seamus glances up from where he was fixing one of the buttons on his vest, shaking out the cuffs of his suit jacket. It takes him a moment to register who is speaking -- this is rather a lot of people, and he isn't the least bit unsettled no, not at all -- but once he does he snorts.

"Aye. I do actually own a few suits. Cannae really wear them when yer workin' on a car though, can ye?”

Doc Hudson

“Who would have thought?” Doc continued to joke as he moved closer to the man that, truth be told, was not as unrecognizable as he’d like to joke about “Fancy seein’ you here, you absolute menace. Finally decided to take a break and come do some proper socializin’?”

(said the hermit)

Seamus MacTunnag

"Says the one who lives further out into the farmlands," he quips, straightening to his full (non-considerable) height. "But 'm here tah support a friend." He waves nonchalantly toward the place he'd last seen Isaac in the crows, trailed after by Nick. "Isaac Morey. So 'm socializin' 'cause I gotta." Not, frankly, because he wanted to. Seamus was actually doing all he could not to look uncomfortable in such close confines.

Doc Hudson

“The property value ‘s awfully low when your closest neighbour ‘s such a crazy old man, what can I say?” Paul replied with a non-chalant shrug, trying his best to keep a straight face-

-for about five seconds before he finally snorted, amused, then raised both eyebrows in surprise at the other’s words.

“A good candidate, my second option but pretty good nonetheless; Congrats on the win. I didn’t know you were into politics, old man”

Seamus MacTunnag

An unamused look crosses Seamus's face before he rolls his eyes again, huffing. This helped somewhat. Took his mind off the crowd of people, at least. "Well, it may also have tah do with th' fact ye've got holes in yer fuckin' roof. Should really let me fix 'em."

Yes he was still mad about it, what of it.

At the mention of Isaac, a small smile pulls the corner of his mouth upward. "Mm, he is. Knows th' town an' th' people, an' he's a good person. Ain't like some of those real politician types. But, ah, I am. Nah as much as year's previous, in other places, but Magicks' rights ain't th' kinda thing tah skimp on so-"

Seamus shrugs and doesn't wince when it pulls at his shoulder. He'd slept wrong again. He just rolls it, and ignores the clicking sound it makes

Doc Hudson

It always came back to the roof.

Paul rolled his eyes and threw back his head in an uncharacteristically dramatic (albeit amused) sigh, the kind that carried a ‘not this shit again’ without the need to actually utter it.

“It ‘s a bother every now and then” he conceded “it attracts little gremlins to my property, you see. Lil’ shits sneak in and do god-knows-what up there”

All the teasing, of course, was in good fun.

“So I’ve heard. Jessica mentioned him and I couldn’t help but look into his campaign -but I’m more a Madrigal man, myself. Agustin’s bureaucratic experience did the trick for me”

And the free coffee. And the man's endless patience.

But, anyways...

“How’s the hand doin’, by the by?”

Seamus MacTunnag

The grin on his face was small, but at the other man's dramatics it widened, almost affectionately dubbed "shit eating" if one were to look close enough.

"Toldja it would be," he murmurs, low enough his voice doesn't carry but strong enough Doc could hear. "But it wouldna if yah let me fix yer fuckin' locks, too. Trust me."

If Seamus could get in (not that he had, but he'd tried the locks, for security purposes), and it had been a good handful of years he'd had to brush up on that skill, then a far more skilled person easily could.

"Jess is a sweetheart. Ain't surprised yah met her already. But he had a decent campaign, just wasna where I ended up castin' my vote."

Truth be told, he'd had a bit more knowledge of and commonality with Isaac's campaign. Not only because they were friends and Nick spoke about it constantly, but also because Seamus had more connection to that side of affairs. Had done so since Allona.

"Mm? Me hand? 'S fine." He moves it from his side and offers it, palm up, between them. "Right as rain. Toldja it'd heal up alright."

Doc Hudson

The sudden closeness and the lowering of the other’s voice was...an interesting change of pace, really. Paul had seen him drop the playfulness a couple of times now, but that didn’t mean it was any less amusing to see the change on the other’s demeanor.

“It’s the 21st century old man” he replied in an equally lowered voice, a step closer than before “I understand where you’re comin’ from, but I really don’t think it’s necessary to go so far”

Besides, this was a Magick-Friendly town -it was supposed to be safe. He hadn’t needed to mind the locks in Radiator Springs so why the hell would he need to do it there, *the* Magick-Friendly place in Britain?

“Hjum, it ‘s, right as rain” he confirmed once the other’s hand was in his and inbetween tentative probes with the fingertips “Pretty amazin’, but that doesn’t mean I won’t chide you for that one ‘til the day I die”

Because, chances were, he’d do it first.

Seamus MacTunnag

"Jus' 'cause it's the 21st century don't mean that people arena still shit heads," he says, easy, like they're talking about the weather. Just because they were a Magick-friendly town didn't mean everyone in it was friendly.

"But maybe 'm just paranoid." It wouldn't be the first time someone had told him that. It wouldn't be the last. "Nah that I give a fuck," he says, grin curling the edges of his eyes as he cocks his head to the side.

Because he wasn't at a hospital, Seamus let his hand be fiddled with. Hell, he didn't even make a fuss when Doc poked between the webbing of his fingertips.

"Awww didna know ye cared that much, darlin'," he simpers, ignoring the unpleasant thought that friends and death always brought.

Doc Hudson

“And here I was, thinking you were concerned for my wellbein’ ” he said back, gaze alternating between where the wound had once been and the other’s eyes (doing his best to evade his grin, because of course the man looked so very proud of himself as he continued being an absolute menace) “You hurt me so, darlin’”

Jokes aside…

“I know they can. Call me old fashioned or lazy, but I simply don’t feel like it’s worth the effort” that he was worth the hit or than anyone would be bothered by his mere existence that taking him out of the picture would be a good idea.

Gifteds weren’t like the rest of the Magicks -they had no inherent value to them once dead or when lacking a piece of themselves. Mermaid’s were killed for meat, for their scales, some for their teeth or bones even, some sickos were known to use wolves’ fur, some people would kill (or die) for whatever the hell vampires had to offer, whatever the hell made them poachable…

...but his kind were too human to be worth the effort. The gift died with them, so they usually weren't worth more than the run-of-the-mill human (granted, organs could be sold for a pretty penny, but…).

It simply didn't seem like practical thing.

“If you wanna actually help me you could lend me your coat. ‘m fuckin’ freezin’, you know?”

Seamus MacTunnag

"I am, actually. Been 'round long enough tah know some people hide it better. Jus' 'cause yah got a gift an' ye ain't a Shifter don't change much."

Not to him, anyway. A Magick was a Magick, regardless of how profitable they were deemed, as fucked as that was.

"So. Ye might nah, but others. Well." Another shrug, this time not nonchalant but more unable to continue what he says. He doesn't really know. Seamus had learned a lot living with and caring about Magicks, and he knew how painful it could be to lose them from experience.

Snorting slightly, Seamus takes his hand back and unhooks the buttons on his suit jacket, slipping it from his shoulders. He motions with his hand for Doc to turn; he'd fix his sleeves and cuffs afterward.

Doc Hudson

“I know, I know” Seamus *was* considerably older than him (or than Smokey, it seemed), he most definitely knew what he was saying and if he was so concerned that a whispered suggestion was the only way to go around things...then things had to be seriously considered.

(Just how old was he and what kind of shit had he seen?)

“We’ll change ‘em whenever we get the chance. Whatever eases your nerves and keeps you busy- *oh thank god*, you have no idea how much I needed that” he said, getting sidetracked first by the turning, then by the very welcomed extra warmth of the other’s jacket, slightly tight on his as it was.

Then, he paused -he could *feel* the other’s grin even if with his back turned.

“Don’t make me smack you with the cane, old man”

Seamus MacTunnag

Seamus makes an affirmative noise, pleased that Doc was at least acknowledging the concern. It was a valid one, after all, after all the people Seamus had seen. All the people he'd cared for and lost. The concern came from a deeply rooted place inside of him - cagey and private but, over all, meaningful.

"Whenever we get th' chance better be soon, then," he agrees, nudging the other so he could shift the jacket so it wasn't bunched at the shoulders.

Seamus ran a hand across the span between his shoulder blades, too, fanning out the wrinkles.

Stepping back a fraction, Seamus undoes the button at his cuffs with one deft hand, rolls that sleeve to mid-forearm, then does the same to the other.

"Oooh careful, darlin'. I might like it if ye did." The grin was mischievous, now, and waiting for the other man's reaction alongisde his hiked brows.

Doc Hudson

“‘Whenever we get the chance’ depends on how well stocked are the shops ‘round” Paul said as he turned once more, now facing the other’s very expected smile -the same kind that a kid would be sporting when caught breaking a rule they didn’t particularly care about.

Really, this man defied all logic: he should be more solemn, considering his age, maybe a little bit more paranoid and considerably more tired… but, no, instead he was all bravado and quick wit, always up to something (that would most likely get on someone else’s nerves).

He had absolutely no right to be as endearing as he was, the little fucker.

“Really? Right in front of everyone? Have you got no shame at all, old man?” he joked back, still in a whisper (oh, he knew he shouldn’t be half as entertained by the man’s antics, nor egging him on, but there was only so much he could do when he was already wearing the other’s jacket and the menace of a man was already getting touchy and worst of all, he didn’t quite mind that).

Seamus MacTunnag

"NTO has a big ol' hardware store, an' there's one in town," Seamus points out, humming a bit when Doc turns to face him.

There was a look on the other man's face that he couldnt quite place, but maybe that was just because he hadn't seen someone be almost indulgent of his antics in quite some time.

"Nope, none at all." And that was an easy answer, because he really didn't. Seamus didn't care what people thought because the only people who mattered were those he cared enough to give a shite about. And if Doc was giving back as good as he was given, then he was worth something.

"'S a nice cane, though. Where'd yah get it?"

Doc Hudson

“That true?” now, it wasn’t like he didn’t believe the other’s words, he just wasn’t familiar enough with the Town to remember if there was a hardware store around -all the business he could name off the top of his head were all dinners and that one place that sold...souvenirs? And clothes? Gadgets and Gyzmos, was it? “Town’s still makin’ me go ‘n circles every now and then, can’t say I’m all that familiar with everythin’ just yet”

The other answer, anyways, was to be expected -of course the other didn’t give a single flying fuck about anything.

“Figures” Paul joked back with a smile, moving the cane-holding hand towards the other as a silent offer for him to take a better look “but you might have to reconsider that, darlin’, ‘m not that into fast ones”

He could almost feel Louise cringe at the phrase -regardless of the literal ocean’s distance between them.

“Thank you, ’s a gift from an old Radiator Spring’s friend”

Seamus MacTunnag

"When have I lied to yah? 'S Oaken's. He does wood carving, so he's got supplies." And it wasn't a lot, necessarily, by any stretch of the imagination but it was enough to get by. "'Ve gotten a set of carving tools from him that're nice."

Seamus listens to Doc talk and winces in sympathy. He remembers having to find his way around to his old house in the Woods.

He clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth, cocking his head to see the details on the cane a bit better. The quip caught him off guard, and he lets out a loud, delighted laugh, drawing the attention of some of the people beside him.

"Shame, I like 'em slow." The corners of his eyes crinkle upward, unphased in the slightest. He liked Doc. He would take whatever he could get, friendship or otherwise.

"Whoever did th' work's good with their hands. I can repair th' cane though, if yah ever need. 'Ve got th' equipment ye'd need, an' I won't charge yah."

Doc Hudson

Now, Paul knew that he really shouldn’t laugh, that part of what made the whole thing interesting was playing hard to get, making the other guess your next move.

But, this man! This man really had zero shame and that was amusing enough to make him laugh in a way he couldn’t quite remember doing in a good while -now, his good old days were long gone and most of the time people didn’t struck him as anything beyond maybe interesting personality-wise or maybe, sort of good looking, but nothing beyond that; Company was appreciated but anything remotely related with romance (read: actually flirting) was simply too much of a bother to even consider.

But MacTunnag made a sport out of it and, well, it was entertaining as all hell to watch.

“Chances are he bought it somewhere ‘n Tuccson. Some apartment store, I dunno” he shrugged, smile still present “But I’ll keep a mental note ‘bout that -’s there anything you can’t do, old man?”

Seamus MacTunnag

Something pleasant warmed his chest at the sound of Doc's laughter. It made his grin turn a bit softer, for a moment. So many people had written him off long enough ago now that he'd almost forgotten what it was like to make someone who didn't know you laugh. It was nice.

He gestures toward the cane, subtly shifts closer in case Doc needs to lean for this next part. "May I? I wanna get a look at th' wood grain," he says, voice still low, but now it's because he's intrigued, wants to fiddle and see what makes the cane up.

He'd always been like that, though, always curious - even if it didn't seem like it. And if he could get his hands on the cane, well, then maybe he could make it better.

"Mmm, maybe. Looks handmade, though. An' me first job was a shoe shine boy, so. No. Prob'ly nah. 'Ve done a lot."

There was a bit of tenderness around that memory, still, of early mornings and grueling hours, but there was pride there, too. He still had the first piece of money he'd ever gotten from that job locked in his safe

Doc Hudson

Did Paul need to lean into anything to keep his balance without the cane?

Generally, no. He could walk around no problem without the cane as long as it wasn’t particularly cold or he wasn’t having one of *those days* where everything hurts for no reason at all.

But did Paul lean into Seamus’, placing a palm against the other’s chest, anyways?

Yeah, he absolutely did.

Two could play that game.

“Go nuts” he replied, voice slightly lowered as the other decided to give the cane a good look and mumbled something or other about the thing’s quality Doc didn’t know, nor cared a thing, about -it really had been a present, it probably had been purchased somewhere for a good buck but he *really* couldn’t tell if the quality was good, bad or anything inbetween.

The cane was only a cane, there always were more important things to think about-

-case in point, the other’s words.

“And here I was *thinkin’* you used to herd dinosaurs” he joked, even if the shoe-shining thing was intriguing to hear, specially coming from someone that had more money that he could ever bother thinking of “that other thing sounds pretty interesting, though. A handy craft to know”

Seamus MacTunnag

Was he expecting Paul to use him to lean against? Not really, no. Did it bother him, or make him move away? Not in the slightest. All he did was arch a brow and shift back a bit on his feet, centering his balance so he could take on the extra weight.

He loops the arm closest to Paul around his hips, slung easily across the lower back, and barely blinks an eye. Seamus was focused on the cane he'd been given, a critical eye turned toward the shaft of the cane.

It was old wood and it looked to be quality wood; it would have to be strong in order to support someone's weight, so that didn't surprise him. What did was that it didn't look like a typical wood type.

"Well, now, I ain't that old. Jus' kids a handful o' times. An' horses. Cattle, too." He runs his fingertips along the wood grain, does not note any snags, and that satisfies him, for now. Seamus sets the cane down but doesn't give it back, not just yet. "But I s'pose. Least I know what tah put on someone's shoes that willna ruin 'em."

Doc Hudson

Truth be told, the other’s touch was unexpected -not unwelcomed, just unexpected.

Sure, they’d already established that Seamus had no shame whatsoever, but the sheer casualness with which he decided to loop an arm around his hips and bring him a tad closer? God, Doc could (and would) never, not even back in the day when the world might see and merely take it as yet another eccentricity, a potential publicity stunt or what-have-you instead of...well, what it was.

Seamus vexed him to no end (but he wasn’t moving away, mind).

“You like to keep yourself busy, I see” he said, head slightly tilted as if he was searching for something within the other’s face as they spoke “Are we talkin’ horses ‘n a borin’ upper-class way or you goin’ full cowboy, old timer?”

Knowing the man? Both options could be valid.

And, really, any question and potential answer was simply there as an excuse to keep close for a little longer.

Seamus MacTunnag

Physical affection was something that Seamus hadn't grown up with. Not a lot of affection existed in his household, not that he could remember. His mother loved them, but she was often fielding heavy hands from their father to remember a kiss or a kind hand through the hair. When Fergus wasn't around, it was different, and when Seamus and his siblings left, it had been different, too. Looping an arm around someone, openly, even for the facade of balance, was easy now. It hadn't always been.

"Mm well. Busy mind, busy hands an' all that. Helps me sleep at night." It wasn't untrue, but the way he said it was still light, still had an air of flippancy if one chose to read it that way.

A broad, mischievous grin broke out on his face when he was asked what kind of way they were talking about horses, and Seamus is particularly pleased with himself when he says: "Rode 'em an' broke 'em meself. Kept client's horses at my property, trained 'em up. Sold 'em, too, back when I lived in Colorado. So bit o' both, I s'pose."

Doc Hudson

“And here I was, thinking you were fueled purely by a combination of coffee and chaos” he joked back, preemptively defending himself from the other’s grin (that, generally, was a prelude to a double entendre).

While the other’s answer was honest, Paul couldn’t shake the vague sense of foreboding -the feeling that it was a only a matter of time before Seamus made a joke out of that, make him feel legitimately scandalized, threaten to hit him with his cane (which might be away from his hands right now to avoid just that) and walk away from the whole thing.

But, so far, so good. There wasn’t any low blow, just a conversation that reminded him of just how ecclectic the other man was (and maybe said something about his actual age. Maybe).

“I’ll never understand what people find so fascinatin’ ‘bout ‘em. Horses, I mean. Aren’t they terribly fragile and have a stupidly difficult upkeep?”

Seamus MacTunnag

While he knew conversations could be had standing still, Seamus wanted to move. There were people all around them, and that feeling of being closed in was creeping up again, so he nods his head down the way, an invitation to walk, without even moving his arm from across Doc’s back.

"Oh only on day three of no sleep," he says, and that is true, too, but it's still said lightly. It's a bit of and admission, truthfully, but Seamus had always had a hard time sleeping. Some nights he was just haunted by more things than others.

"An' they can be, but if ye've th' space an' th' time, it ain't so bad. When I had th' property, that was a full-time thing, an' somethin' I kinda fell intah. Meant I was wasna around people so much, too, so it helped. Horses're fragile. They step wrong, break their leg, an' they're done. But they're also smart, an' they're hardworkin'. If they like yah, they'll work fer yah 'til they can't no more."

Doc Hudson

‘They step wrong, break their leg, an' they're done’

It was the tiniest, most of stupid of things.

Paul was aware of that, of the absurdity of it, how the conversation had nothing to do with...anything else, that it was just about an old hobby of Seamus and mostly an excuse to keep close.

But those words stung in a way he couldn’t even begin to predict -the implications hit too close to home and that forced his movements to a halt, the colours to promptly abandon his face and for his mind to brace itself for something worse.

“I-”

Silence lingered for more than he’d wanted to.

“-need to stay here. The kid ‘s-” he tried again, facing away from Seamus and searching for King “-wouldn’t want to-”

Seamus MacTunnag

Paul stops, all but halts entirely in their walk, and Seamus's brow knits itself together in confusion. The color had drained from Paul's face and he'd started searching for someone, the kid, whoever that was.

Sliding his hand up a bit, careful.not to press too hard, Seamus squeezes somewhere around the other man's ribs. "Paul," he says, clear and crisp and firm. "'S alright. The kid'll be fine. An' so are ye. Ye ain't a horse, darlin'. Ye ain't done."

Doc Hudson

“I never said-” Doc tried to muster his most indignant tone, trying to turn this whole thing around, blame anyone but himself for something had simply hadn’t been said, something he had felt.

But being angry, pretending to be hurt by implications that hadn’t been there...Paul simply couldn’t bring himself to do that, not to Seamus.

Being angry was easier than dealing with sadness, but being angry at the one person that had been trying his best all along simply wasn’t an option.

“-I know I’m not, don’t be ridiculous, old timer. I just need to keep an eye on the kid- he was by the champagne just a second ago and- fuck, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know how to drink”

Seamus MacTunnag

"Ye don't have tah say it," he says, voice quiet. It isn't gentle, he doesn't want it to be misconstrued as pity, but it is softer than before. "'Cause I get it. Maybe nah in th' same way, but I do. An' it's shite."

He did, too. Not in the same ways, because he could never understand what it would be like to lose a career at its height, but he did understand the never-ending pain of decades of loss.

"'M always ridiculous," he says after a beat, smiling, charming. Trying to disarm and to ease. "But if he dunno what a drink is then I doubt he should even be here, let alone with yah as his keeper. But, he'll be fine. At some point -" Seamus swallows, realizing what he's saying but saying it anyway, even if it makes him sad. "Some point they're gonna do what they're gonna do, an' they're gonna make their own way. Trust me. He'll figure it out."

Doc Hudson

Curse this man and his stupid kindness. Curse this man and his soft words and- and his silent understanding when he could just let it go, chalk the reaction to his age, to the capriciousness of his nature or...hell, even the alcohol he actually hadn’t had.

“You are” he conceded, voice still soft and breath still heavy. Maybe that’s why they got along so nicely. “He’s...a curious one, wants to try everythin’ and- both of us know that not every interestin’ thing ‘s good for you. I don’t want him to get into any trouble, that’s all”

Trying to keep King out of trouble was a good distraction, made him feel like he was actually doing something good for someone; He supposed he needed King more than the kid probably needed him.

“Thank you, Seamus. But I really need to stay”

Seamus MacTunnag

Instead of commenting, like he normally would, and shooting back with a quip of his own, Seamus just grins a bit.

Instead of pushing the issue, though, of insisting they move on, Seamus stops and he listens and he nods his head, gives a quiet sight through his nose. "I ain't callin' him Yer Majesty. Kid's gonna learn. 'Sides he's gonna learn sometimes trouble ain’t so bad." Another quick grin, and then the hand juggling Paul's cane is reaching into the pocket of his trousers, too. Comes away with a little carton, which he palms against the top of the canehead.

"'S alright. Find a corner, keep an eye on 'im, an a window beside it so I can see out an' open it fer a tick - a compromise."

Doc Hudson

‘I ain’t callin’ him Yer Majesty’ ...that had absolutely zero business being as funny as it was, and yet…

“That’s ‘King’ for you” he joked, well-aware that the words made zero sense without the proper context, but going at it anyways -and forgetting, for a moment, about the previous incident. “I’ll look for him real quick, make sure he’s ok and then catch up with you, how’s that sound?” he offered in return “it shouldn’t take long” -

Seamus MacTunnag

Seamus knew the joke had worked, despite its intention to be very serious, when Paul's entire demeanor changed. Privately, Seamus congratulated himself. Publicly, and to Paul's face, he nods.

"Sure. Jus' hug th' wall, an ye'll find me." It probably wouldn't hurt that there'd be a cloud of smoke near the window, but that's why he was going to a window, after all. That and so this feeling under his skin would ease up, just a bit.

And it worked, after they split ways: Seamus found his corner and propped himself up, lit his cigarette and tilted his head towards the window, a leg propped back against the baseboard of the wall, the other about shoulder width. It bared his throat and kept him a bit loose, yes, but he was still aware enough that he spoke when Doc came back.

"Kid alright?"

Doc Hudson

In the end, Seamus relented, Paul relaxed a little bit more and went about his way. Luckily, King wasn’t too far away, nor was he alone: he was chatting with some black-haired, red-clad guy about his age and while there was alcohol present, there also was laughing -the kind that was born of amusement and legit fun instead of being coaxed by way too much alcohol in someone’s system. All was well, the kids were having fun. And that meant he could walk back to Seamus’ side without anything else wearing him down for now. Hell, maybe they could have some fun, too. "Doin' just fine, just like you said"

Seamus MacTunnag

He grins around the cigarette, a knowing look on his face. He didn't say 'I told you so' because that'd be shite, but he also figured that he would, in fact have been right.

Whoever King was, Seamus doubted he'd get into too much mischief with people watching. Then again, this was Swynlake, so who know what could crop up.

"This is almost done," he says instead, gesturing with the cigarette. "And 'fore yah tell me 'S bad, 'S jus' cloves." And a pinch of nicotine, but it was barely enough to matter. He'd quit smoking ages ago, but he still picked one up off and on when he felt the need. It was also, as it were, a good business trick.

"Ye want yer cane back?" Paul never took it with him, as it were, so it was leaned up against the windowsil next to Seamus's bent leg

Doc Hudson

Seamus didn’t say it, but the ‘I told you so’ was very much present.

“No use tellin’ you somethin’ you already know” Paul replied with an amused smile as he moved back to the other’s side but making sure he’d stay out of the way of the smoke, then rested his bad side against the windowsill “Nah. You hold onto it for a while, darlin’ , ‘m doin’ just fine right now”

And that much was true. Even if he wasn’t all that fond of parties or if his candidate hadn’t won…well, he was in good company.

“So, about your adventures in Colorado-” Doc asked, enjoying how the other’s smile widened and telling himself that, maybe, this was just how and where he wanted to spend the rest of the night.

#A story for another rainy day #c: Seamus #feat Milo and King #/I love them; your honour

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