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[luvly-writer]

“You are my Sunshine”

Part 24: Grounded and missing home

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Jason Todd x Latina! Reader

Social Media Au

Warnings: none

Status: Finished

Author’s note: at the end of chapter!

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It was just a casual night in with Nola, both of you bochincheando of the lives of your families…

“you remember my cousin Helena, right?”

Nola nods from the couch where she is sitting at

“Yeah, the one that used to do your nails?”

“Yeah, pues turns out the baby wasn’t her husband’s!”

“WHAT?!?! You’re fkn kidding!”

“Nope, no I am not, during the months that she had spent in Houston, she slept with another man and got pregnant”

“Shit, I told you the timeline didn’t make sense. How would she have gotten pregnant and by her husband who at the time was in Puerto Rico”

“I KNOW! so today I got off the phone with mami and you will never guess what she told me”

Nola sat up and looked at you, super intrigued “what?”

“They got a divorce and she’s going to marry her baby daddy! Even went to Ecuador to visit his family and everything!!”

“FUCK NO WAY!!!!”

“SIIIIIII! You know, I always told you that relationship was rocky since her ex husband already had kids and she wanted more”

“Oh shitttttt, are we invited?”

“OBVIOOOO! She is showing off the wedding preparations EVERYWHERE on social media! EVEN. THE. DRESS!”

“NOT THE DRESS! ISNT THAT BAD LUCK!?!?”

Before you could answer Nola, a knock was heard on the door

You stand up from your place on the floor, gently placing Garbanzo, who was in your lap, in the sofa and to see who it was, only to see Damian pouting with his arms crossed

“Damian, mi niño, what are you doing here? You didn’t send me a text you were coming. Does your father know you’re here?”

Damian was never going to admit it, but he absolutely ADORED you. You always had a nurturing and doting energy on you and he constantly felt safe around you. Sometimes people forget that as much as he can be a killing machine, he IS STILL A CHILD, and having a positive mother figure was so important to him. He looked down and said very softly, “father grounded me because I skipped school…”

You looked at the child warmly and opened your arms

Ah, now there was something that Damian would NEVER admit in his entire life. He fucking LOVED your hugs and taking advantage of the fact that it was only Nola and you, he went straight to your arms and let you pull him inside.

Nola was sitting upside down on the sofa and Garbanzo was sleeping next to her peacefully

YN led him to the living room and let him sit down

“Sup Damian” greeted Nola from the sofa, and placed her hand up for a high five to which he responded

A doting mother figure and cool aunt figure…he could get used to this

“Now Damian, why were you skipping school?” Asks YN sternly.

Nola sits up and says “Oh shit, want some water? Juice? Alcohol?” At the last thing, Yn glared at her, “What? Whatever helps soothe his sorrows.” Defends Nola, making Damian crack a small smile, he tells her water and she stands up to get it, leaving YN and Damian more privacy.

“I didn’t want to go” he says dryly, making you deadpan at him. He sighs softly and finaly confesses, “Before coming to Gotham, I was homeschooled-“ “-by your mother?” YN interrupts and Damian nods and continues, “you could say that my intellect is quite advanced therefore, me going to school is not necessary.”

At that YN, thinks for a while and responds, “You do know, your father is legally required to put you in school till you’re 18, unless it counts as neglect, right?” And Damian nods whilst rolling his eyes

“Yes, YN! But I don’t like being with the other kids, they don’t understand and it is so difficult to be around them and I just…didn’t want to go. Plus, he keeps on saying that he knows my intellect is above Gotham Academy, but that I need to work on my social skills and have extracurriculars. He signed me up for fencing and I’m already the best there and it hasn’t been a week!”

YN hums understanding the problem. Although she has always been friendly, there was a time when…shit went down at home, that she closed off and spent a few years being super shy, so she understands the struggle.

“And is there an extracurricular you’d like?” She asks, “maybe something that might give you an opening to socialize at your pace?”

Damian looks at her and mumbles, “I like art and there is a art club in school, I’ve checked..”

At that, YN claps her hands, “There we go! Why don’t you tell your father about that? I’m sure if you explain how you feel…” she stopped for a second, seeing Damian get visibly uncomfortable at having to explain his feelings to his father, so she decided to rephrase so it fits their dynamic better, “I’m sure that if you negotiate with him, it will be fine”

At that, Damian relaxed and contemplated the outcome. Finally, he nodded and promised to do it once he got home. Knowing things probably aren’t the best at the moment, YN asks him, “Nola and I were gossiping about some interesting things of my family and later I was going to cook some rice, beans and chicken, Puertorrican style, wanna join?”

Damian had never tried her food so he nodded and saw that Nola had come back with a water bottle. She tossed it at him and he easily caught it.

“Now, let me catch you up Damian, with most of my family’s stories, get comfortable cause it’s going to be QUITE the ride” says YN and Nola laughs and adds, “you are going to LOVE this, kid”

And for once that day, Damian sat back, relaxed, laughed at Yn’s storytelling. At some point, they migrated towards the kitchen, YN still sharing stories about her family and all the summers she would go back to PR and Nola providing some stories about her childhood as well and growing up in an Asian household. They had laughed whilst YN cooked and finally sat down for dinner. Damian tried to also share some stories of the adventures his sibling have had over the years (very mindful to only include the ones that happened to them as civilians, he knew Jason hadn’t said a single thing of the whole vigilante ordeal yet) and it made the girls die of laughter. Nola, because she had blackmail material for Jason (please for the love of everything, for Jason’s sanity KEEP HER AWAY FROM STEPH AND TIM, dangerous trio that is!) and YN, because she felt even closer to her boyfriend’s family. As much as he liked to act all tough and cold, she knew that he still had a SUPER big soft spot for them. She didn’t know what caused the rift but she knew it was bad. Yet, any time he spoke about them, he had this huge tenderness in his tone, one that spoke of a love so cautious of being hurt again. He’d do anything for them (he’d complain a little, but he’d be there).

YN didn’t have siblings, the closest thing being Nola and some cousins, so having them enter her life, surely filled her life with joy. And being with a family so huge sometimes, it made her heart yearn for hers all the way across the sea.

Sometime soon, Nola invited Damian to play Mario Kart in the living room and YN was left to wash the dishes. She thought of her family even more. Her mother and her had moved to Gotham when she was barely eleven. The move was hard and it came shortly after her parents divorce. She remembers being new to the city and crying most nights because she missed the song of the coquis, the warmth of the summer, and the sky filled with stars. Sure, Gotham was in the coast and had beaches, beaches where she had gone a few times with her friends through middle school, high school and college. Yet, none of them compared to the beaches of her home. She would fly over there during the summers with her mom and oh boy, did she adore it! Her family gatherings were great. Blasting salsa, bachata, merengue (her personal favorite being salsa), they were filled with the laughter of all her cousins and tíos and tias and her grandparents and even the neighbors. They would have a barbecue on the beach, and days in the Morro flying kites, they would have road-trips along the island and see all of the beautiful sites of her home. She remembers the time Nola went with her, her family decided to go to El Junque and she remembers that it had rained a few days before so naturally, they couldn’t swim in the rivers but they still could walk around. Nola’s shoe got stuck in the mud and she fell making YN laugh so hard, she tripped and fell as well. Both girls ended up covered in mud because of how hard they were laughing. She still has the picture her uncle took of both of them on the floor, covered in mud, smiling brightly at the camera.

So lost in her thoughts, YN didn’t notice Jason come to the apartment. He glanced at Damian arguing with Nola claiming she cheated and insisted a rematch. One that Nola was glad to give him. He chuckled and looked around for his girlfriend, finding her spaced out staring at her bubble filled hands. He furrows his eyebrows and decided to hug her waist from behind, leaving a kiss in her shoulder. He feels her jump slightly, snapping out of her thoughts.

“Jay! You scared me”

He laughs lightly and answers “now what has you so lost in your pretty head that you didn’t see me coming?”

She finishes the last dish, dries her hands and turns around, pecking his lips.

“Nothing much, mi corazón” she smiles up at him and he notices, her smile doesn’t reach her eyes.

“Now come on, my light, you know better than to lie to me like that” he says softly, his worry slightly increasing.

“I’m just a little homesick…I miss my family, and my mom”

Ahhhhh yes, you mom had moved back to PR on Yn’s third year of college to help her uncle take care of her grandmother

“Oh baby, come here” Jason pulls her closer to him and holds her tight. They are interrupted by a knock on the door.

YN walks to it and opens the door, only to find Bruce Wayne tiredly rubbing his hands on his face.

“Please tell me Damian is here. He won’t answer his calls or anything” he says and the girl laughs a little. Poor man, his children quite literally stress the fuck out of him.

“Damian! Your dad is here” she calls out and he comes out of the living room, with a small pout.

“Yang, YN. Thank you for having me.” He says barely acknowledging his brother and his father. You smile at him.

“Anytime, mi pajarito. And when you aren’t grounded anymore, tell me so that I can take you for another day at the Sactuary, they say Tantan the orangutan misses you”

At that, Damian smiles, nods and walks to the car, leaving his brother and father baffled. Bruce was convinced you were a mythic being of some sort, Jason was just too flabbergasted to function.

You wave at both, wishing them a good night for them to get home safe. Once you turn around, you see your o so lovable boyfriend, stuffing his mouth with the food that you had left for him, in pure bliss.

“This is the best thing ever, my love” he says after he swallows almost in tears

“I KNOW RIGHT! AND JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL YOU EAT SOME OF HER MOM’S AND GRANDMA’S FOOD! IT IS TO DIE FOR JASON! TO! DIE! FOR!” Nola screams from the living room.

You laugh a little shaking your head, the sad thoughts slipping away little by little.

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Author’s note: Little by littleeee you get that YN lore 😈 but in all seriousness, something I don’t see much in x Latina stories much is the yearning from home. Yes, I am a person currently living in my country, PR, but I have absolutely no doubt that it is something that happens to so many other Latinos who have migrated so I hope to show that part. Another thing is that I have noticed that in many cases, Latino culture is more family oriented than US culture, something that I also wanted to write in and represent through her yearning to spend time with her family and being at the moment, the only one away from home. Hope you enjoyed this! Lots of love!

-your writer!

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[mamuzzy]

From your angst prompt list I'd like to ask for Fives x Deadshot! <3

With either:

"I'm the only one who gets to decide if someone deserves me, and I can confidently say you are that someone who does"

or:

"You're right, I do deserve better"

Depending on how much angst you wanna put into it 😈

Oooooooh boy. Oooooh boy. You really gave me a challenge here @ithillia. But you also made me write the first debut of my babyblorbo in a fanfiction, you can't imagine how happy I am that I could finaly made it happen <3 It took a time while I figured it out how I integrate the lines into the fic without sounding OOC or off but I think I'm satisfied with the outcome. I hope you will like it too <3 PREPARE FOR HEARTBREAK!!! So in the end I went with

"I'm the only one who gets to decide if someone deserves me, and I can confidently say you are that someone who does"

Summary: Captain Rex had enough with Deadshot's digging into the past and decided it's time to have a conversation neither of them wished to have. Word count: 2446 Rating: Mature, no explicit content, characters swear. Talking about a dead person and grief. Characters: ARC Trooper Deadshot, Captain Rex, ARC Trooper Fives Relationship: FivesShots (cloneship) Warning: Splitting. The characters are emotionally conspitated and have mentalhealth problems. NO BETA. Additional tags/tropes: Fives is Rex's adopted son, Fives and Shots is in established relationship, clones speak mando'a (just a little), Deadshot is a little shit. Amnesia due to recondition. AND ANGST. LOTS OF ANGST.

Alright. Here we go. :)))))

“Wanted to speak with me, sir?” asked Deadshot, and since he wasn’t given a permission to sit down, he stood before the Rex’s desk. For his surprise, he was offered a seat.

“Sit” said Rex without looking up from the paperwork.

Deadshot hesitated a bit, he wasn’t comfortable about sitting down to the sligthest but in the end, obliged.The flickering booming of the lights irritated Deadshot just as the silence they had between them, and he couldn’t be sure why he was called the first place. He watched as the captain signed the last datapad, putting away on the top of the organized pile at the right side of the anyway-pristine clean desk. Rex then looked up, straight into his eyes. Dark browns started to squint after the first few second, but in the end - as always -, Rex averted his gaze, cupped his face in one hand until only the furrowed wrinkles were visibe on his forehead which made him look so old, Deadshot almost almost felt sorry for him. Almost. By now everything was clear for Deadshot why was Rex was so hostile with him before but the sweet taste satisfaction and victory killed any compassion he had left for the captain.

“I want you to stop” Rex finaly spoken up, weariness in his tone.

“Sir?” Deadshot scoured the captain for messages wasn’t spoken out loud but he probably should have known without telling.

“This existential crisis of yours.” Oh.

“I have a lot going on, sir, you have to be more specific than that.”

This made Rex come out from hiding, expression exasperated, those dark eyebrows curled disapprovingly. “Don’t be a smartass with me.”

“Sorry, sir.”

Rex leaned in his chairs, hands now rested on the desk, fingers tied together and looked at him once more. And Deadshot stared back with his usual skeptical look on his face, ambery eyes ever-judgeful. He started to notice some patterns when the captain was able to maintaining eye-contact with him, irises shifted toward the left side of the eye, probably have found a spot to stare at instead of him. His ears probably.

“You got your answers now.”

Rex had not ask a question so this time Deadshot didn’t respond, just waited for Rex to elaborate.

“You figured it out, who you were. What have you done. What now? What else do you want?”

Deadshot considered his next words. Rex was right about him, he was still in investigation about his past but for entirely different reason now.

“I need to know why I had to die, sir.”

“You know it very well.”

“And I think that’s a lie, sir. I have a gut-feeling about it and…”

“I don’t give damn about your gut-feeling, Deadshot” said Rex harshly. Deadshot was tempted to say that he also didn’t give a damn about Rex’s opinion but, swallowed and just stared into those brown eyes, just to spite him in hope he can manage secure another victory of dominance again. But Rex didn’t turned his face away, not this time, because Rex continued speaking.

“These brilliant gut-feelings of yours will be our downfall one day. Have you ever considered what would happen if someone recognizes you? Do I really need to lock you up in the solitary everytime I can’t keep my eye on you? Maybe you had forgotten what would have happened if someone recognized you on Coruscant?!”

“Sir…?”

“You almost got us killed with that stunt.”

Deadshot couldn’t say anything. Deep inside his mind he knew Rex was right, right about this one at least, but still, the captain shouldn’t have to state it like he was deliberately wanted to ruin the muster with that panic attack. He felt those few bites of rationbars switching places in his stomach. He had to endure it.

“I risk everything” Rex continued. “Everything, my company, my men, my only son remained, the very trust of General Skywalker put in me, to cover your shebs.”

“I’ve never asked for this, sir-“

“But you are here, now, in the present. Now that you know why is it important to keep your identity a secret, you are still reckless. You are an ARC Trooper for fuck sake, and I get it, your duty calls you to work alone, but you have responsibilities toward the company and your personal agenda endangers your brothers every time you decide to going after your own head.”

“So convenient of you deciding when I’m one of you and when I’m just a walking ghost of-“

“DON’T!” Rex raised his hand to emphasise on his objection. “Don’t. I don’t want to hear his name, I don’t want to hear that name ever again. He is dead. He was dead to us even when he was alive.”

“So I’ve heard. And with all due respect sir, I don’t give a shit about it” Deadshot felt a sudden surge of confidence, probably came from his anger and he felt he really wanted to flood Rex with everything he got. “He was an asshole, I get it. For every sin he committed against the Republic, against you against his batchmates, I have to suffer ten times, wielding this burden like it was mine all alone and you know what? It is. It’s mine alone. Maybe I deserve to be treated like shit, maybe I deserve to be spitted on because the face I have or what it represent to those… what, like, three people who actually recognized me?” Deadshot counted on his fingers, gesticulating his inner frustration. “And didn’t gave a single cocksucking shit about me when I needed help? You are all cowards.”

Rex rubbed his forehead again, mouth pressed like he was in pain, stifled any emotion that was about to come out.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” asked Deadshot, confused.

“For not being a good commander for you.”

Deadshot expression distorted by spiteful bitterness faded away, left only cautios skepticism. He finally got to tell him everything this time. His anger, his disappointment in him, the words just flowed like sluice opened to ease the waters behind it before breaking out, under supervision and control. He never would have hoped for such opportunity. His whole body felt the tension, like his inner self scratched the surface of his skin from behind, but this time it wasn’t the crawling sensation in his veins, hoping for an easing scratch, more like, wanting to detach himself, because he wasn’t sure how would he able to handle these uncharted waters of… finally having the attention of Captain Rex.

“I wasn’t fair with you, right from the start. I have responsibilities toward my men but even if you are… YOU, you are my trooper too.” Rex talked slowly, as if the words were hard to spoke. He wanted to be elsewhere, it would have been better to be outside, fight a fight and dying in the process, anything but not to be here. “I don’t know how, or why, but you were given a second chance and you are wasting it away by chasing demons of the past. Like I said, your past-self is dead. You have to move on, HELL, I HAVE TO MOVE ON but I can’t. But I have to. So should you! You don’t have to live with the memories you don’t even have, but I HAVE by looking at you, the way you walk, the way you fight, the same way you stare with those fucking judgmental eyes, your fucking eyes…” and Rex look straight into those eyes.

And Deadshot couldn’t bear to look back. He lowered his head, watchings his own hands fidgeting furiously in his lap. The silence stretched, the lamp still flickered.

“I’m also aware that you fuck my ad.”

Deadshot nearly chocked on air, positioning himself into a more comfortable stance on the chair, and couldn’t help but let out a disbelieving laugh.

“What does Fives has to with this?” asked after he managed to spit out coherent words.

“Everything” stated Rex, more confidently than he was in the whole conversation. “If you choose to continue down this road instead of listening to me, I want you to leave Fives out of it.”

“Sir, maybe I shouldn’t be the one you lock up in the solitary” Deadshot grinned nastily. “Wherever I go, he’ll follow. Nothing I can do about it.”

“Yes, that’s what I’m talking about.

”Sir?” Deadshot suddenly felt sick, the nauseous feeling that the known world is suddenly crumbling around him piece by piece again made his stomach turned 180 degree with a violent slam. Endure.

“With that face of yours and death lingering around, you’ll never have a chance to get promoted. Not if we want to keep your identity safe. Not if I want to keep my men alive. Fives, he has bright future ahead. Has potential to become a leader one day, much better than I ever was. Don’t take this away from him.”

Endure. Endure. Endure.

“But, sir…” Deadshot’s voice rasped, almost like a whisper. “But you just said…”

“When the war’s over, I can reassign you to somewhere else. Soldiers always needed, especially away from the Core. You can live in peace, nobody would bother you, nobody would search for you, we can… Cody knows a vod, he would just erase your whole existence from the database. This is… is the only thing I can offer to help you.”

If Rex told him anything after that, Deadshot couldn’t remember. Rex wanted to hide him. Away from his friends, his vode, his… FIVES, the very thought of being separated from Fives made him think swallowing a thermodetonator, this time, to finish the job the clankers couldn’t do last time but he also had to remind himself, that the clankers never shot him, the clankers never blown him up, it weren’t the clankers who gave him amnesia in the first place -endureENDUREENDURE-, but whatever, killing himself was a better option than living a solitary life away from his loved one!!! It’s not about the promotions, not about being treated specially, it…

He believed, he genuinly wanted to believe in Rex that maybe… maybe there was a future for him even without his memories, they were actually having a normal conversation for the first time and it turned out it was actually an elaborate “nice commander talk” to… to what…?

But despite all of this, Rex was right, Deadshot knew it deep in his gut. The fucking gut-feeling. It’s logical. Completely understandable concern. Fives is daddy’s little boy, even with all the mischief and fooling around, Fives still had a chance to become someone great, if not from his own, then he got protection, from Rex, from the General, from the Chancellor himself, this elaborate network of interest could make it happen for Fives to have a good life after the war while the same network could destroy everything, not just for Fives but for everyone if he didn’t stay put… and he… and he… He was supposed to be dead to begin with.

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0500 standard, his inner clock was always punctual. Deadshot laid on bed, eyes open, stared at the bunk wall. He wanted to sleep but his thoughts already raced into his darkest part of the mind right after being conscious, felt empty yet so weary at the same time, he just couldn’t make himself move and get his gear to visit the shooting range. He just couldn’t. The others were still sleeping, Jesse’s sudden snorts and Tup little pup sounds while turning to his other side broke the silent darkness.

Someone moved eventually, fumbled with the blankets, then barefooted steps, a mild sway during walk… Fives, thought Deadshot. Steps became louder as Fives approached his bed. The mattress slumped under one knee and Deadshot’s felt his own blanket lifted and the sudden cold made him shiver, cowered himself more with his hands. But the cold feeling faded as Fives’ hot, naked upper body pressed onto his back, carefully cover them with the blanket to keep the remaining heat inside and comfortably snuggled to his lover’s nape. When Deadshot’s stiffened body loosened in his touch, Fives embraced him, fingers slowly entwining on the former’s chest.

“Hey” Fives whispered, not to wake up the others and breathed a little kiss on the neck. Deadshot didn’t answer.

“You are skipping the morning routine again” Fives pushed.

“I don’t feel like it now.”

“Four days in a row” and since Deadshot was nitpicky about what to answer, Fives continued. “And you’re avoiding me.”

Endure, Deadshot reminded himself. Endure. He felt a familiar, hot stinging in the corner of his eyes. Fingers between fingers, Fives drew calming lines into the calloused skin.

“Alright. I won’t push. I… I just miss you. And wanted to tell you” Fives lifted himself a bit, positioning himself to reach Shot’s ear. “I love you.”

Deadshot began to tremble, he needed all his willpower not to open his mouth and let his sobbing out like an explosion. He didn’t wanted to be heard, he didn’t want Fives hear him, and definitely didn’t want the others hear him. He felt Fives hand tightening, his head bored to his, whispering calming words.

“Hey, hey, cyare, what’s wrong? Shhh… it’s okay… it’s okay…”

It wasn’t okay, nothing was okay.

“I don’t deserve you” said Deadshot with weak whimper through gritted teeth. Fives gasped at this declaration in disbelief and concern, his calming touches stopped for a moment. Tried to take it heartlightedly, take is as Deadshot usual “crisis-thing”.

“Hey… what’s with that answer?” He chuckled. “You have to say it back.”

But Deadshot couldn’t. The trembling won’t stop, every sweet reassuring words were daggers pierced through his chest, his brain, his teary eyes. The same hands kept him safe for a moment but now he only felt numb inside the embrace. Deadshot’s soundless cry, stiffled sniffing made Fives heart ache for him.

“You know what?” Fives spoke again with the same patience. “I’m the only one who gets to decide if someone deserves me, and I can confidently say you are that someone who does.” Fives hoped maybe his lover become eased by the little joke, maybe saying back something snarky, unimpressed remark about he is able to compliment HIMSELF while compilenting others, but it didn’t happen.

The ARC trooper smalls repressed hiccups turned into miserable whimpering, and his grip on Fives’s hand became so strong, it started to hurt, but Fives didn’t pulled his hand away, this pain was so little what must had Deadshot felt right now, Fives knew in his guts. He decided maybe… maybe he would just stay here, a voiceless-support until Deadshot was ready to talk.

#Original Clone Character: Deadshot #Captain Rex #Arc trooper fives #fivesshots #cloneship #clonecest #cloneshipping #the clone wars #star wars #mamuzzy writes stuff

[a-wild-things-rambles]

hi the post above finaly got me to wright down alot of my thoughts to do with john and the community's hes been part of and how that affects him [through my eyes as a younger person in alot of the same community's, looking at the people who have lead similar lives- minus the occult stuff[mostly]] its long but there is a tldr

[for context my tags on the post: #especialy “John wouldn’t probably own a bisexual flag ever or have any pride memorabilia”#that really made something click im my mind for john#alot of they way i approach john is through the lens of an old punk#idk how to explain but you have these people that are subtely off from the norm but normal people cant quite put a finger on#and you could never tell from looking that they say go to all the protests and riots and sing for the tories to die#theres people who wear it proudly#and people who hide it because of others reactions#or just cause its personal and not strangers buisness#i feel john grew up with people having enough reasons to put him down. hes not handing them more#but also theres a difference between pride in part of your identity and showing other ppl and strangers it#some stuff is very personal- im p out and proud queer but there are some other apects of my identity that im very proud of#but dont want to shout from the rooftops#cause its personal#and i think thats how john feels about his bisexuality#its part of him and i dont think he hates it#but its just. a part of him#sorry for the long tags tldr your right and i hadent thought about it like that but it makes alot of sense#john constantine]

I always feel it’s important to look at the character and the history, and not ascribe newer ideas and things to older characters- i think there is a lot of value in looking at how john would approach it differently than lot of people now- especially looking through the groups has been part of, the people I know like john [northern, working class, dysfunctional family situations, bounced around alternative groups and subcultures] sexuality isn’t really a big thing? people are accepting of queer people but. it’s just not a thing that’s announced, gender roles are being broken by most people anyway and there’s just this acceptance and disregard of labels that tends to come from being in the mixed community of all types of people who have all had millions of different labels - I found out that two of the people I consider my aunts are both bisexual cause my mum was joking about how they can pick anyone but neither have had a long term relationship. it’s just so casual, you love who you love, and you are who you are and it’s not really anyone’s business- i found out an old friend of both my parents was a trans woman- unfortunately I never met her before she passed- but I wasn’t told until years after I came out as trans because it wasn’t a big thing, just one part of the identity of an old friend. I think it’s hard for a lot of queer people to see someone talk about 'oh we don’t care about the labels' and how it’s not that important, but the way it is now and was seems to be the true ideal of that idea- no one cares about the labels- if they turn you down they turn you down, if they correct the pronouns they have corrected the pronouns, "be who you wanna be do who you wanna do". You’re the captain of your fate.

I mentioned bouncing around groups and labels, and it’s something I see a lot of irl and very much informs my view of john, I am part of a community of people who have all been through different subcultures and groups- rude boys and metalheads and hippies and punks and travellers- all having stood against the mainstream but found no one label fits them. most of the people I have met at the gatherings have very complex identities- rude boy to punk to post punk- hippie to punk and so on, the mixing and combining of subcultures to make something that’s the best of all the things you love and are- I know we talk a lot with john about him being punk/expunk- but he was a hippie for a while and has been part of many subcultures- to view him as a binary- punk and then post that, seems reductive- I know these days people have ideas more solid borders on subcultures, you’re a punk or a goth, rude boy or hippie- disregarding the long history of people being part of both or multiple groups- and the groups that form from those overlaps. so yea I think it important to acknowledge that john has been part of many subcultures and that informs him- especially the identity issues due to not being wholly one thing, it’s why my community is great- no one is simple, it always a mix- folk and punk, ska and folk, dub sets played on fiddles and banjos- it’s about celebrating our defences, and coming together in our differences to appreciate and celebrate the complexities and contradictions of others, and the things that come from that. one love and all that.

we are the sum of our experiences- and we should celebrate that!

but it comes to a point where you get tired of breaking down all the influences and your just you. are you punk? are you buy? are you a rude boy/girl? are you gender queer? you get tired of the labels and boxes and are just you- after all YOU are the sum of your experiences. other people can look at you and try an analyze you but that’s their thing- your you and the labels that used to matter don’t as much- your comfortable being you, you like some of the music some people do and some music others do- you dress like this but also like that. labels and trying to be a certain thing can get tiring, it’s easier to just be you. it’s a long road to get there- and a hard one to- but as much as I revel in being part of a group of people with the same experiences as me- it can get tiring having the only parts of my identity they engage with be the part we share- god knows I’ve made lots of friends through queer solidarity but sometimes I want to be me not the labels, to be looked at in three dimensions, its why there is a community of people whose best answer to most questions is 'it’s complicated'

ok that ran away from me but that’s why I think johns identity is complex and his queerness isn’t a big thing he shows of.

tldr: often people who go from subculture to subculture trying to find something that fits them get to old and tired to make themselves into the latest thing and no longer can be asked to care about labels and end up content being them and if u wanna try and break them down into all the separate identities then that’s your thing but it’s a bit weird mate. And that’s why I agree that johns not loud about his bisexuality.

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observe this pigeon

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[wolfish-trickster]

Flower crowns

Loki x female!reader (reader is also Asgardien)

Word count: 3.2K

Summary: It's summer, old Asgardien tradition and your annual depression comes. But something or someone changes it this year.

Warnings: angst, fluff, typos, messy writing

Tag list: @gaitwae @lucywrites02 @hard-to-be-the-bard @birdgirl90 @laramoonworld @forevernthensome @kozkaboi @the-emo-asgardian @theonlydeadpoet

A/N: the tradition in this story is completely made up (by me) so it's not viking accurate.

There is an old tradition for girls and boys of Asgard. Every summer solstice young girls and boys go into the woods, each gender separated. Both groups make flower crowns from plants and flowers they find. At the middle of the day both groups gather on a big meadow. Boys then choose a girl, put their flower crown on their head, girl does the same to the boy and they spend the rest of the day with each other, usually dancing or doing something... let's say more adult.

You used to be so excited for this holiday, staying up all night just wishing for the day to finaly begin. Every year you picked more colourful flowers and wore the most beautiful dress you owned.

The first time no one picked you. Nor second or third. Naively you believed next year it will be different. Someone, ANYONE will choose you. You lost all hope when the last remaining boy rather sat by a tree than pick you.

That was last year. A lot has changed since then. You matured, began to spend more time with your good friend Sif, focused on your hobbies more than your looks...

Just as you picked the right book to spend the summer solstice with, Sif came crashing through your bedroom door. "Y/N! I have to tell you somethi- why are you not dressed yet? The gathering starts in 10 minutes."

You looked down at your comfortable baggy trousers (which you unapologetically stole from your father) and big woolen viking shirt. You looked more like a boy from Midgard than a demigodess from Asgard. You didn't care. It was way more comfortable than long skirted dress that always get in your way when you walk. Besides you didn't plan on going outside today, you didn't have to look like a lady.

"I don't think I'm going," you explained with a sad look in your eyes.

"Why not? You were always so excited to go!"

"Well, people change, dear Sif. I changed. I do not want to waste another day."

"Waste another day? What do you mean?"

You rolled your eyes. "No one ever picks me. No matter how I dress or how colourful my flower crown is. I am always alone," you hugged yourself.

Sif's eyes lit up. "That is what I came here to tell you! You won't be alone this year. I persuaded Warriors Three and Princes to join us! One of them will pick you for sure."

"I don't know Sif," you scratched the back of your head. "Why would any of them pick me?"

"I know of some reasons, first: you're incredibly nice, second: you weave the best flower crowns and third: you are very close friends with Loki. He doesn't like getting physically close with others, so it's more than guarantied he will pick you," she smiled at you as she counted down the reasons.

You sighed sadly. "Yes, I was friends with him, but that was a long time ago. I bet he barely even remembers me anyways..."

Your mind took you on a short trip to your past with young Loki. How you met in woods when he was playing with his brother and how he sneaked from palace countless times to spend time with you. One day he didn't show up. That's the day you found out he started to learn magic. He no longer had time to be your friend. You never saw him after that day.

Sif started looking through your dresses. "Of course he remembers you, he talked about you all the time!"

"He did?"

"Yes. Now suit up!" she threw the best dress she could find on your bed and left your room to give you some privacy.

Few minutes later you were walking with Sif to Asgardien mountains. It wasn't a long trip, it only took about two hours to get into the pine forest where all young demigods and demigoddesses meet before they separate.

Sif really persuaded princes to come. All girls and some boys were lumped together making it impossible to see people they were gathered around. They were making sure princes noticed them. You rolled your eyes at their forlorness.

"Alright everyone, eyes on me," Ava clapped loudly to get everybody's attention. This tradition never had any organizers, yet every year there was someone who naturally took the lead. Last few times it was Ava and she didn't seem to leave the place to someone else.

"As you all probably noticed," she began, "there are new people joining us this year. I don't think they need any introduction. They are none other than prince Thor and prince Loki along with famous Warriors Three!" she announced and batted ger eyelashes.

There were squeels of joy and whistles as introduced boys stepped to the front and waved, showing off their pearly whites in confident smile.

Now you could really look at Loki when you finally had clear view. He wasn't wearing complicated Asgardian outfit like he used to. He only had simple yet elegant green shirt, black leather pants, knee high boots and golden cloak. Raven black hair wasn't messy and wild like you remembered, it was slicked back and under control. He had serious look in his eyes, no sign of smile on his face. He changed since you last saw him. It wasn't the happy boy anymore.

His brother on the other hand didn't change much, confident as ever with wild hair and even wilder look in his eyes, making every girl's knees weak.

The contrast between them was striking. Loki calm and calculating, Thor wild and carefree. 'Ironic, one would think it would be the opposite' you thought to yourself.

Some girls in the front started nudging others out of the way so princes could see them better.

"Calm down ladies, don't fight for them just yet," Ava remarked as she stepped between btoh brothers and placed a possesive hand on their backs.

You leaned into Sif's shoulder. "I don't want to be here anymore," you whispered.

"But we didn't even start yet!"

"I know, but-"

"No buts Y/N. You have no idea what I went through in order to get Loki here for you, you're not running away."

Your eyes widened. "You... got Loki... for me?"

"Yes, who else? I can't see you be alone another year. What kind of a friend would I be?"

The fact Loki was here against his will explained the forced expression. What Sif just said also gave you unwanted thoughts which quickly turned into anxiety, but you swallowed it down. For now.

Ava clapped and announced it's time. As if on cue all boys started walking in the same direction away from girls while they did the same. You walked close to Sif at the back of the flock and kept silent to Sif's disappointment. Once the group reached a small flowery field everyone started picking flowers om their own.

You waited for Sif to get distracted and then you quickly sneaked off between nearby trees.

"This is bad, this is very very bad," you murmured to yourself. It's clear as day Loki doesn't want to be here, and it's even clearer he is angry at anybody who made him come here. And since Sif made Loki be here for you, he will be angry at you too. He won't choose you like Sif probably blackmailed him to. You know him too good to know he will most likely humiliate you infront of everyone. Loki did change, but his mischievious ways will never leave him. You were more than sure.

"What's very bad?" a voice asked from behind you.

You jumped slightly and turned around. It was none other than Loki himself.

You stared at him. He stared at you. It was awkward.

Loki chose to make the first move. "Long time no see Y/N," he smiled.

"Yeah," you said and kept staring at him. From up close he didn't look as annoyed as he did before. What changed?

However you quickly regained rational thinking. "Loki, you can't be here! You have to return to other boys!"

"Who says I have to?" there it was. The playful smirk you were so used to. You never realized how much you missed it.

"Uh, the rules? You have to follow them," you crossed your arms at your chest.

Loki mirrored you and did the same. "I was never the one for rules, and you know that."

You frowned.

Loki sighed and shook his head. "Fine, if it makes you calmer," he waved his glowing hand and suddenly there was Sif standing infront of you. For a moment you thought this was all your daydream and Sif was watching you all along. Until you figured this must be the magic that made him be too busy to meet his friend from time to time.

"That's a neat trick," you admitted.

"Thank you," he smiled, it was strange seeng Sif's face with Loki's smile. "Will you finally answer me now?"

You blinked few times. "Answer you?"

"Yes, I asked you what was very bad. You seemed really stressed."

"Nothing," you shook your head. "Why are you even here?"

"Can't I say hi to my oldest friend?" he changed into himself so he could talk to you face to face without any magic.

"You mean to the one you didn't bother to visit for few decades," you looked at the stones below your feet and hoped he didn't catch the sadness swiming behind your eyes.

Loki sighed and started picking on his palm. "I deeply apologize for that. Understand that I had to study and couldn't distract myself if I wanted to be as powerful as Thor."

"Yes, I understand," you still avoided eye contact.

"You're not happy to see me, are you?" he asked, a hint of sadness in his voice.

You sighed. "Of course I'm happy to see you. Why would you ever think the opposite?"

He started to count down on his fingers. "You're looking everywhere but me, you didn't come to greet me back in the forest and now you're sending me away from you. And don't try to convince me it's for your precious rules. You weren't one for them either."

"I'm really happy to see you again, mischief, believe me," you reasured him and finally looked into his emerald eyes.

"Then why are you so tense? Today is a day for celebration, for happiness and joy. Why aren't you wearing that smile I was so excited to see after all that time?"

His kind words make your face heat up. Not in a million years would you think he would ever tell you he was excited to see your smile. No one has ever said anything like that to you before. But the rest of his words hit you more than his small confession.

"I don't want to be here. I want to go home and be alone," you confessed andd hugged yourself again.

"Why would you-" before he could finish sound of broken branches and crushed leaves under light boots came your way.

Before you could blink Loki shrunk into a green lizard swiftly running to hide under your long skirt. You thanked heavens he still had some respect and kept his head outside.

The owner of the crushing footsteps was none other than Ava herself. "There you are Y/N. And here I thought you got the hint and went home," she said.

"What are you talking about?"

The ever so smiley Ava dropped her mask and made an evil grimace. "Don't be silly, you think I don't know about you and princes? I know you made Sif talk them into coming for the first time just for you! You think I don't see what you're doing?" with every sentence she stepped closer to you. You didn't know for how long will you be able to hold your ground and nor step back before her.

"I'm not doing anything," you shrugged.

"Yes, you are. You are nicely cuddling up to princes just so you could snatch the throne and become queen one day and playing innocent at the same time," she spat venomously whuch broke you and made you step away from her.

"Listen Ava, I don't know what has gotten into you but you need to calm down. I haven't even talked to the princes for decades. And I didn't make Sif do anything, I found out about what she did after she did it. I never wanted her to do it. And I swear I never want to become a queen either," you defended yourself and kept stepping back. Your back collided with a tree trunk.

Ava used it to cage you in place with her hands planted beside your head.

"I don't believe a single word you say. Now listen and listen clearly because I don't like repeating myself. Stay away from Loki. He's mine, do you hear me? He's my ticket to throne, not yours. So be a good girl like everyone else and stay out of my way," she hissed.

"Why Loki? He's second in line, it makes no sense," words flew from your mouth before you could stop them.

Ava chuckled. "Even an idiot could see Thor has eyes only for Sif, I can't compete with her. Loki, on the other hand, is free as he can be," she said in a sing song tone.

"Do not get closer to him," you growled in order to protect him.

"Aaaw, it's so cute how you think he will ever choose an ordinary rock," she pointed at you, "over a shiny gem," she pointed at herself. "Face it darling, you are nothing compared to me. Now, if you don't want to spend another solstice alone I advise you to return to your books."

It finally downed on you. She was making sure no boy ever chose you all those years back. She had too much power here. You lost.

She noticed the change in your expression. "Good girl, I knew you would do the right thing," she detached herself from the tree and walked back where she came from.

You stared after her. You never knew what kind of a venomous viper she really was behind her kind smile. You just hope Loki will be more clever than you. Wait.

"Oh my heavens, Loki," you lifted your skirt but there was no sign of a small green lizard.

How much did he hear before he left? When did he leave? Those were the questions that plagued you as you defeatedly made your way back through forest to the city. You saw no point in staying, as Ava said she will make sure you'll stay alone again.

You frowned. You haven't been in this part of the mountain before. You must've took the wrong turn somewhere.

As you were turning to go back and look for the right path a bright yellow dot in the corner of your eye caught your attention. When you walked closer to it you realized it was golden lilly. Very rare flower here on Asgard, even more rare to grow in the wild. You've ever only seen it in palace gardens. And here wans't just one. Hidden behind bushes was a full field of them. Blooming and glittering under the sun like golden coins. The way their petals curved reminded you of Loki's curved horns on his golden helmet.

You took this as a sign to not give up against Ava. You started picking the flowers and making flower crown. 'Don't worry Ava, I'm going to be a good girl. I'll keep my head high and my middle finger for you even higher' you smirked.

*

Dusk slowly came. Those who got on the Great meadow sooner started making bonfires to set the atmosphere as every year.

The darker it got, the more people arrived. Sif was worried for you, she hasn't seen you ever since you disappeared from her sight. She just hoped you didn't go home into your loneliness again.

Loki on the other side of the meadow was smirking like a cat.

"Why so happy, brother?" Thor asked him.

"Why so caring, brother?" Loki asked back.

Thor shrugged. "I just think the way you're standing here and smiling is strange. Almost frightening. You have planned a mischief, haven't you?"

"Yes, I have. Be calm brother. It's not towards you."

Thor sighed from relief. "Alright. That's all I wanted to know," with those words he returned being the center of attention again.

Loki only rolled his eyes and checked on his own flower crown in his pocket dimension. He closed it as he felt a pair of eyes on him. He looked up and to his dissapointment saw Ava, batting her eyelashes and smiling seductivelly at him.

Loki shivered and scanned the meadow for you. Everyone was here but you. It made him nervous.

Not for long however, since you ran from the forest and took your place next to Sif, just in time. Everyone gasped at your golden flower crown.

Ava threw a hatefilled glance at you, but quickly put on a smile. "I don't think anyone else is coming. So gentlemen, you may now choose your lady," she announced.

You took a deep breath in, out, in, out. You didn't dare open your eyes fearing the worst.

What you didn't know was that if you kept your eyes open you would see how every boys started walking towards you, as if they were enchanted by your golden flowers. Loki however had different plans. With a simple charm he made all of them stop in their track and calmly walked up to you to their dissapointment.

A feeling of a soft ring being put on your head made you open your eyes. You looked up to meet smiling Loki. "Hello, my pretty flower. Care to dance?"

You nodded overjoyed. "Y-yes. Just hang on," you put your golden crown on his dark hair. "A crown for the prince," you whispered more to yourself than him.

He smiled even widely, love filling his eyes. Your hands intertwined.

Pure curiosity made you take the flower crown from your head to look what kind of flowers Loki picked. Golden lillies.

"My future queen deserves her crown, does she not?" he whispered to you.

You chuckled shyly and tucked a stray hair behind your ear.

On your left Ava screamed for dear life as her flower crown turned into stinging nettle.

"Your doing?" you smirked at Loki.

"Don't say she didn't deserve it," he hugged your waist and lead you away from people to have you all to himself.

He got into classic waltz position to dance with you, but you put both of your arms around his neck and layed your head in the crook of his neck. It took him a moment, but he got the hint and started slow dancing with you.

"I missed you so much Loki."

"I missed you too, my flower," he kissed your cheek.

#loki #loki odinson #loki x reader #loki fluff #loki x reader fluff #loki laufeyson #fluffy loki

[minzart]

Breaks door down: hello! Long time no see!

So 👏👏👏 it's time we talk :)

My life is literaly 24h of pain now!

I have so many things to do, graduate high school, start studying for college (again bc no way in hell I'll pass this year) and start a new "school" (I have no idea how you guys call it) that has new subjects that I actualy care and am curious about, wich means I'm busy during all weekdays

Not to mention I'm finaly DMing a rpg every Sunday! Inspired by ffvii

Wich means~ things will change around here

I'll go back to schedule any twst ask, so I won't answer you right away like before

I'm closing the "twst yuu" tag, any asks about a Yuu that comes from another world or something like that won't be answered [yes it includes Musicaly traumatized Yuu, Deltarune Yuu, AC Yuu, those like that]. Those are most creations of anon's or other users, please do a post of it in your own blog for now own, I'm sure it will be very good on it's own

What about old asks? I'll answer them bc you didn't knew about this until today, tomorrow I'll close asks and won't say when they open again

What about asks that aren't related to twst? Those I might answer faster bc in all honestly I'm slowly but surely losing interest in twst

What about the other Aus you have [like sgs, bnp, tftu, etc]? I'll ask for you to send asks about them eventually, if you send without me having asked? I won't answer.

What about Arthuro and your twst ocs? We all have bias, and mine are those, Yes I'll still talk and answer about Arthuro, Finnian, Danna, etc.

Can I still talk about updates or something like that to you? Sure, those aren't as time consuming as AUs and those kind of things

And finaly a big THANK YOU to all of you guys who stick around after those changes!

Realy, this was, and will be, one of the few things to keep me sane in the coming years of my life

Interest changes as times move on, and I know most of you all are here bc of twst, but in all hosnest I'm losing interest to interact so much in there, will there still be things about twst? Absolutely, my obsessions don't go away they just slow down!

This is my first time interacting in a blog and a fandom, so now I'm understando a bunch of things creators do and don't do anymore, so yeah, I am not dead,a nd won't be for a long time, I just changed and hope whoever sticks around to see this little blog change as times move on likes the journey

See you guys around

-Minzi-

#hello #changes are being made #important

[shepard-ram]

Greeting everyone this is Ender-anon I am typing this from notepad so apologies if this is riddled with grammer and spelling mistakes but I wanted to get some things out of the wayfirst about your subjects. They will not be dsmp or earthsmp members mainly because I took a look at the Earthsmp member list on the wiki and saw there where 135 names so only the Arctic Empire and Buissness Bay members will be mentioned for sanitys sake the sujects will instead be from a certain story driven tower defence game that I have played since it launced I honestly want to see who can guess the game first,with that out of the way lets get this show on the road. I'm gonna try sending it in parts cause Tumblr won't let me send it all at once.

A day you'll never forget. Part 1

You awoke excited after all you were going with Enciodas to the Artic Empire for reaffirm trade agreement,ok you knew that it would be your regent Enciodas making the deals while you and Tenzin stayed in the royal gardens since you were only there for formalities sake since as you were the future ruler but it would be both your first time leaving your home country and your first time on a plane. You did need to one of your neighbours in order to get a plane as your country didn't have any airfields but it would be worth it to fly for the first time .You hurried to pack a book and toy to keep yourself occupied while the grownups did their boring grownup talk ( though if the look in your regents eyes when he looked over the trade agreement draft it would be anything but boring) the book was a simple collection of local legend of your country from the Pegasian Knight sisters who saved the country when enemys surronded it to one of the oldest the legend of the founder of your dynasty their name had been lost through the centuries so they were known by only as a human doctor who mannaged to unite the fractured hybrid tribes into a mighty nation in order to repel the tides of an enemy empire who name was also lost to time, the doll was therefore of your dynastys founder or well what your people though they looked live as no detail of their appernce or even gender remained only the knowledge of the black hooded coat emblazoned with your nations symbol and the black helmet like mask that they never seemed to remove. The trip to the airport was uneventful other than General Buldrokkas'tee trying to conivince Enciodas to take one of the Armourless Union as your guard while your regents youngest sister Ensia stuffed you coats pockets with candy for the trip.Unfortunately the crew of the plane wouldn't allow Tenzin to fly around the cabin so rather than cage him you held the falcon for the entirety of the trip though your regent took him off you when he saw you starting to driff off at the halfway mark.You awoke to your regent softly shaking you awake making sure to hold his hand as you gazed around awestruck at the size of it all there were more people than you have ever seen and the palace itself looked to your eyes anyway to be almost as big as your capital. After entering the palace your regent made sure to take you and Tenzin to the expansive gardens before going to meet Emperor Philza, the falcone immediately took off for one of the many trees eager to spreed his wings after staying still so long you by contrast sat beneath the tree Tenzin had chosen about to pratice reading to your doll when you heard a child sobing.

Part 2

Alarmed you sought the source of the noise only to find a child not much younger than yourself in high quality cloths ( the child of a courteir you reasioned )looking up at a toy stuck in the large tree and crying, determined to assist him you took off you coat and circlet and set about climing the tree like Ensia taught you. After a few attemps you managed to reach the toy and retrieved it handing it over to the awestuck child (had he never see someone clime a tree before?) after snapping out of his stupor looking over the toy with worry before going "its broken" and starting to sob again. Quickly thinking you offered to play tag that caused the sobbing to stop he quickly tapped you before turing to run yelling over his shoulder "YOUR IT". After running around the garden for a while the child got tired so you offered to read to him to which he gleefully accepted reading tales of your country from you book,Tenzin deciding that he wanted attention swooped down next to you for pets which you gladly gave the child ( who you still didn't know the name of) looked like he wanted to pet him as well so you asked him if he would like to,he seemed estatic to do so. As the sun started to set and you started sharing the candy Ensia gave you it only just occured to you that you didn't know your new friends name upon asking you were met with a bewildered look and after a few seconds passed he said "you can call me Tommy" after saying the name a few times to make sure you were pronouncing it right, Tenzin quickly swooped off towards a door where Enciodas emerged a grin on his face and a look of victory in his eyes ( you guess talks went well) and informed you that it was time to leave as you went to turn and say goodbye to your new friend he grasped you arm in a tight grip and asked "Why do you need to leave? Can't you stay longer?" after getting your arm free you placed your doll into his hands and informed him that you would most centainly come here again,that you would write to him and that he could have your doll as a gift of friendship.As you saw him grasping the doll close to his chest waving goodbye as a man with wings looked on in amusement that turned to surprise as you yelled your goodbyes as your plane took off, after such a exciting day its no wonder you fell asleep before long but before you did you thought to yourself that this would be a day you never forgot.

Part 3

The best day of his life

Tommy was bored his brothers where in their lessions, Tubbo and his family were off visiting relatives and wouldn't be back for weeks and his dad was stuck in trade talks with a tiny nation that probably wasn't worth the paper the deal was writen on. Looking through his toy chest he grabed the toy plane that techie got him for his last birthday and went to the gardens to play with it, he was having a great deal of fun with it untill a large bird suddenly flew into a nearby tree causing him to accidentally throw the plane into a tree he had hardly begun showing his thoughts on this development when someone he had never met came round the cornor saw him and for some reasion remove their coat and a circle piece of metal with a gem on the part where your forehead would be, before stepping back looking at the tree and you started climing it and almost falling a few times before catching yourself a determined look on your face, how where you so brave climing that massive tree? When you finaly came back down toy in hand he was amazed it took him a few seconds before he saw that the propeller was broken as he felt the tears start to come back he heard you ask "Do you want to play tag?" you still wanted to play with him smirking he quickly tapped you before running away as fast as he could informing you as he ran that you were it. You were fast he thought as he sat trying to catch his breath but now he was tired you would probably leave him to go play elsewhere and leave him like "do you want to hear a story?" relief filled his chest as sat beside you as you grabed a frankly massive book and told him storys he had never heard before about sister knight who saved a traped nation from distruction, a medic who when her squad was traped by a enemy army unsheathed her sword and single handedly defeated the army and his personal favorite the tale of the first ruler of your nation a person who united a broken people inorder for them all to survive against a terrible evil empire, you even showed him your doll that was based on the ruler. Tommy couldn't think of a day where hes had this much fun from the games, stories, getting to pet the large bird that spooked him in the first place (though he was grateful for that know after all if he hadn't lost his toy he wouldn't have met you) and now your shareing with him candy that hes never heard of. Maybe he can convince his dad to make you stay or to make you his personal servant if your a visting nobles yes then he can introduce you to Tubbo when he gets back and "I just realised I never asked what your name is".What? You have to be kidding right? You'v been so nice to him you have to know who he is? But the seconds drag on and your face don't look like your lying about not knowing who he is. He's about to tell you his full title and name but stops himself no he doesn't want you to call him prince Theseus even if you'v only spent the afternoon together you mean so much to him now you treat him with a kindness only his family show him so you should call him what they call him he reasions and he tells you his name is Tommy he helps pronuounce it correctly and it reaffirms that yes this feels right.

Part 4

The moment however is ruined when the bird (Tenzin you told him it was called) flew to the doors as they opened and a snow lepard hybrid emerged followed by his dad who looked ecstatic that talks were over. The snow lepard hybrid told you that it was time to leave ( with a single sentence Tommy began to hate that hybrid) as you were grabing you things he grabed you as tight as he could manage and asked as calmly as his voice could manage why you had to leave after all he reasioned in his mind he could make sure you were payed much better if you worked for his family. You turned to him with a gentle look in your eyes and placed the doll into his arms while you said " This won't be the last time we shall meet, I will be sure to be sure to write to you when i can't vist and if you get lonely you can have this doll as a symbol of our bond so that way you won't be lonely" all with that smile that he had only seen his family give him. As he held your doll close as possible waving goodbye over the sound of the plane about to take off he heard you yell " Goodbye Tommy" and while he couldn't see his dad eyes he did see the full body flinch as he heard you call his son a name he only permited family to use. As he gushed about you to his dad and asked if he could maybe make you work for them rather than that snow lepard hybrid only to be informed that was your regent and that you weren't a servant but the next ruler of that nation at that revelation he held the doll of your ancestor close and began to formulate a plan as he asked if they had an embassy in your nation after all if you couldn't be with here with him, he would just go with you after all being the ambassador to you nation seemed like a wonderful job if you were there.

Ender,,,, you can't just drop am entire fic on is like this,,, head empty but bravo- this is great

#ask #ender anon #tw. yandere #c: tommy

[nestasgalpal]

I am simply begging you to give us more moments where Emerie just insults Feyre

I actually got some ideas and if anyone whants to use them for a fic, I’m okay with that, just tag me so I can read it hehe

My headcanon after meeting Emerie in such a short scene and based on Cassian describing her as “Illyrian Nesta”, is that the Inner Circle’s perception of her is that “she is just like Nesta” Except that she is not. Nesta never starts things, she simply responds harshly to them. But Emerie does. So here we go:

Both Nesta and Emerie referring to Rhysand as “my/your sister’s husband” every single time and never aknowledging him ass High Lord, only as Nesta’s brother in law. But at the same time, Emerie referring to Feyre exclusively as “High Lady” because whenever Feyre goes to Illyria, that’s what she does, use her title and status to make herself important and keep Illyrians in line, therefore when they officially meet, Emerie is already fed up with that. When Feyre gets what her sister’s friend is doing and gets tired of it, she offers with fake politeness “you can just call me Feyre” and Emerie goes “no, but thank you anyways”.

Emerie is going to Velaris for the first time ever, so Feyre obviously gives her a tour that ends in her new manor. “And this is where we live the majority of the time, and where you are going to be staying” Emerie nods “Yes, Nesta told me about you switching houses depending on how many guests you have”. Feyre is taken with her guard down because Emerie has been in silence the whole time and she asumed the illyrian was admiring her house, not judging. “It’s actually a little more complex than that. We live here now, the Townhouse is still for family gatherings too, and we use the Hous of Wind for more formal visitors, those who are not actually family but still welcome into the city”. And Emerie turns to Nesta, who is unbothered and almost bored after the tour “That’s where you lived after the Cauldron thing, right?”. And Nesta just says “Naturally” in the driest way possible, making Emerie smile a little.

They are all having breakfast together and either there is an awkward silence in the room, or the Inner Circle members are talking to eack other and ignoring Nesta and Emerie. So Elain, who has realized her sister will move on from her and never come back from Illyria if she doesn’t show she wants her back, decides to start a conversation with Emerie. “I’ve only been to Windhaven once, but the view of the mountains was a delight. Illyria seems to have a wonderful landscape. Is it as beautiful from the air?”. And Emerie is like “I wouldn’t know”. And if it was already uncomfortable in the room, it gets worse, because nobody has told Elain about Illyrian women. Nobody has explained anything to her. “Have you never flown above the mountains?” And Emerie gets what has happened to her friend’s sister, but Rhysand is right there, and she got her wings clipped under his rule, so she just says “With what working pair of wings? Your sister’s?”

This one is not actually Emerie dragging Feyre, but there is this one time Feyre straight up asks Nesta if they are sleeping together, because they share the one bed Emerie has in her house above her shop. They do it so Nesta doesn’t have to live with Cassian or in a tent, but they are so close, Feyre and Rhysand want to know, and of course Feyre asks. Nesta doesn’t take her eyes from the book she is reading and says “I don’t have sex with my illyrian friend, if that’s what you are asking. I think you are mistaking me for someone else”.

Now for my Emeriel shippers out there: Azriel gets all shady because Emerie is insulting his family and tells her “you’ve made a mistake” and his shadows show all around, but with that resting bitch face that makes the IC think Nesta and Emerie are the same even if they are not, Emerie goes “I’ve made huge mistakes in my life, but at least I haven’t named my sword after my childhood crush”. I don’t know if this has been discussed but Azriel named his sword Truth Teller and Mor’s gift is truth but ANYWAYS, she keeps going “What are you gonna do if you ever meet someone else or even find your mate? Throw it in a lake?” -dramatic pause because she has the best comedic timing ever- “The sword, I mean.”

And finaly, the one time Rhysand called himself Death Incarnate in front of them while trying to sound intimidating. But intimidating Emerie and Nesa with words is almost impossible.

She looks at Nesta like they are in The Office and she is her camera, and Nesta looks back at her like “yep, told you”. Emerie pinches the bridge of her nose in silence like “Tht’s just so lame, sorry but I can’t-”

And of course Rhysand is quick to respond “Excuse me?” with his High Lord tone, but for Emerie he is not a High Lord, he is Nesta’s sister’s husband “You can’t just give that kind of name to yourself”.

So obviously Feyre comes in because they are disrespecting hEr MaTe “Actually, I gave it to him”. And Emerie has no chill “Now, that’s worse. You see how that’s worse, right?”.

NESTA comes in “My ex-fiance tried honey once”. Because they have worked through Nesta’s trauma together and she is okay mentioning him to the IC who didn’t know Nesta had been engaged in the first place and don’t know where to put their atention anymore. Elain is amused because she thinks fae giving names so extra to every single thing is too corny. “My ex-fiance actually called me nana”.

Emerie likes where the conversation is going, because she is a little more extroverted than Nesta, and she doesn’t mind being in the spotlight for a little longer if that gives her the chance of keep dragging someone. “That’s a bad one” She tells Elain “Kind of embarrassing, but hey” she shrugs “at least looking at you didn’t remind him of life ending. So... good enough”.

[chrichri-chan-18-love]

Hunter and Beast (Yandere Yo Shindo x Reader)

Being the little sister of Midnight was... challenging. You were constantly asked by people to get your sisters autograph and had to deal with a lot of bullying. Girls that hated you would say you were the same as your sister, an exhibitionist with sickening tastes, some boys believed it too and would suggest the most perverse scenarios to you.

Your quirk wasn’t really helping either, it was called “Venus”, much like the goddess, you could make people fall in love with each other or with you by offering something that belonged to you or to the people that wanted to get together. But you never used your quirk, keeping a bracelet to cancel it and keeping a low profile.

Things took a turn for the worsw when one day, your sister came to visit. You eventually gave in to one of your sister’s requests to attend a meeting with her. Something about showing the more normal side of heroes to the public. It was a truly scary event for you, showing to the world that Midnight was your older sister...

“It’s okay, I promise everything will be alright.” She said and you sighed... somehow you doubted that.

After that day, you received a lot of public attention, even more than before. There were cameras everywhere, ready to take a picture of you and create a scandal. Some however went further than that, asking you about your life, demanding answers to their questions and at times grabbing you and trying to get you to talk.

It was during one of those moments that you met Yo Shindo. He stopped a man from grabbing your arm since you were trying to get away from him. You stared and saw through this boy and his performance... his eyes showed a possessive nature, one that was mixed with determination. His death glare changed when he looked at you, introducing himself and pretending that he just realized who you were.

It was sickening.

“Please stop pretending, you’ve already exposed yourself.” You said and he seemed surprised before his whole expression changed. His eyes were looking at you with amusement, his smirk was that of a deviant and the energy around him made you shiver.

“You’re not a pro’s little sister for nothing. At least now we’re honest.”

“What do you want from me?” You asked coldly, showing no sign of gratitude of respect... it made Shindo’s possessive nature scream at him to dominate you, claim you, have you for himself and show you the true depths of this madness that had evolved over the years because of you.

The first time Shindo saw you was while he was watching girls posting all kinds of trashy quotes, pictures and videos. He noticed you in the background, looking over at a small statue near a temple, the picture was a bit blurry but he liked what he saw. He checked everyone in the picture but you weren’t tagged or mentioned at all, which made him all the more interested.

He kept staring at that picture over and over, wondering who you were... when his school competed against the other hero schools, he saw you walk out from a store for a few brief seconds and to say he was suprised would be an understatement. Even after everything was over, he visited that shop often, hoping to see you.

And when he did, he was mesmerized.

You were beautifull, a charming girl that appeared humble but didn’t show any sign of weakness. He asked around about you and when he discovered your identity, he couldn’t believe it. The little sister of Midnight?! You were SO different!!!

He kept stalking you for a very long time, not wanting to draw much attention to himself, he began learning more about you, to the point where even a sigh was placed under a category in his mind. He also began taking care of the people that had been bullying you, his punishments depending on how much they had damaged your image, he or you had for yourself. Paying extra attention to the males and waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

And all that led to this moment. This moment that he had waited so patiently for. This was finaly his chance to have you, wether you wanted to be his or not.

“Something very important but can easily be obtained... I want you.”

“Me?”

He nodded and came closer, at the same time you began walking backwards... you were right outside of your house... as such you did the only thing that came to mind. You ran off and went back inside, not caring as the boy behind you followed, even when you went inside and locked the door you weren’t sure you were safe... and you were right.

You heard the door unlock and you turned around, eyes wide and tears already forming. How?! How did he have spare keys?!

As he entered the room, he was looking at you with a victorious smile. He knew that he could win over you, that he could do whatever he wanted with you.

“Are you done playing? Because I really want my payment for looking after you, baby.”

“What are you talking about?!”

“Weren’t you at least a little bit curious as to why your life became a bit better? Why people weren’t bullying you? Why you were able to live better?”

“I-It.... it was you?!”

“Correct, I’ve been keeping an eye on you for far longer than you can imagine. I know everything there is to know about you baby, so... it is only fair that I am also the one to have you” He said and closed the door behind him, coming closer as you stared at him, if he had a key for this door, there was a possibility that he had keys for every door in the house.

“Why? Why me?”

Shindo halted and looked at you, his gaze turned... loving. As he finally stood just a few inches away from you, he pulled you closer and pressed his lips against yours for a brief second.

“Because you are yourself. Because you are mine.”

“No, I am not!”

At that he chuckled and kissed your forehead before whispering in your ear.

“Not yet, but that’s about to change.”

And then you heard the sound of fabric getting torned.

#yandere #yo shindo #possessive yandere #stalker #Female reader #midnight #bnha #fanfic #shy-reserved reader #bullying #harassment #famous older sister #jealousy #hero big sis

[eeriefeelingsat3amuwu]

What were the octopus and the spider doing?

Characters: Remus, Virgil (Sanders Sides), Janus mention, Roman mention- minor spoilers for SvS Redux

Tw: cursing, blood, slight gore (it’s Remus, what do you expect)

Relationships: platonic Dukexiety because it’s my JAM bro

Genre: Idk man, fluff? Something like that but not quite as fluffy? Just...my boys doing shit together

Like, dudes, I love these two idiots, they’re my boiis and I would kill for them. Enjoy...this and I apologize for any mistake that was made by me being a clueless Europian Who’s shit with English spelling. Especially double letters. Ugh.

Virgil was laying on his bed listening to one of his playlists and being really bored. He didn’t wanna show face up there because everything hurt (physicaly, for once) and he just wasn’t in the mood to deal with the others’ shit right now. He fucking hated everything. The wedding was a total disaster and he had to keep Thomas’ head down during it, so he was tired. He very well knew that the callback would’ve been a better choice, but that would be siding with Janus and he kinda hated him. A...lot of stuff happened between the two of them and they had a falling out a few months back, so they acted like bitches around each other now. So, thanks to that, he was exhausted, everything hurt and he was done™️, all because he held a grudge. He sometimes really hated himself. So he just started singing along to the songs and pulled out his sewing kit and a dress he was working on right now and just got himself into work. He was so lost in the music and work that he hadn’t heard another side pop up in his room. And so he was notified of Remus’ presence only when he threw a hand on him. Just. A hand. He screamed and fell off the bed. “Jesus fuck!”| “Remus would be just enough Virgey.” answered Remus with a smug smirk. “Oh fuck off bitch! And why are you even here? Shouldn’t you be, like, driving Deceit crazy or laying in a ditch full of mud and blood by now?” Remus snorted as he leaned down, grabbed the hand of off the bed and placed it back on his wrist, moving it around until the bone clicked back. “Well, I don’t know what you’ve been doing down here, but Double D went up there,” he said pointing towards the ceiling, “and laying in a ditch seems boring, so I came to either A: annoy the shit out of you; or B: beat your Just Dance high score. It’s up to you emo.” Virgil rolled his eyes snapping his fingers (placing his dress safely in the closet) and stood up, dusting his hoodie. “That ain’t fair Dukey, you’re gonna annoy me whatever I choose. So, I present this: we beat Janice’s high score in Just Dance, since he’s still better then the both of us, and if they ain’t done by then I’ll show you a few pieces of clothing I’ve been working on recently and we’ll have a show. How ‘bout that?”| “Great ideas Virge. I approve! And...I’ll be there first!” he screamed and took a running start towards the door. Virgil yelped and ran out behind him. They raced down the hallway towards the Dark Side commons and it looked like Remus was winning, but there was one place where they needed to turn left and since Remus was running really quickly, he rammed right into the wall whilst Virgil summoned his spider arms and swung like Spider-man around the corner, landing in front of the sofa. Remus groaned and got up from the floor stumbling over to Virgil and patting him on the back before colapsing on the floor again, face down this time.

“Yo Re, you alive?” asked Virgil poking him with his foot. “Ughhhhhh, fckng waaall, tht wsn’t fairrr.” could be heard from Remus. Virgil turned him around and helped him get up, laughing out loud when he noticed that he broke his nose. He grabbed it and with the words “Dude, don’t cum please.” snapped it back into position. Remus groaned, but thankfuly obliged Virgil’s request. The two of them were playing Just Dance for the next half an hour or so until they FINALY defeated Janus’ high score by switching when one of them got tired in the middle of the song. They cheered and then a loud bang could be heard from upstairs. They screeched like the demons that they were and jumped onto each other. “What the fuck was that?!” Virgil screamed as soon as the sound stopped, his voice warped. “I don’t have a fucking clue, but I sincerly hope that Jany deals with it before it comes down here and eats us alive like fucking oysters leaving only our skin!”| “That isn’t helping you cunt!”| “I know! Sorry, defense mechanism.”| “I know, sorry, I’m KiNdA stressed right now!”| “Please stop screaming.”| “Sorry...”| “Yea...could we maybeee go to your room? It’s a bit more soundproof then the commons.”| “Oh sure! Let’s go.” Virge said and teleported them.

He exhaled with relief when they landed in his room and went to the closet. “Let’s just do this shit. Still better then going up there.”| “Agreed. And you are actually really good at making clothes. What am I gonna wear? Skin? Uncleaned fur? Dead bees?”| “No. You’re gonna be wearing a dress Rere. I’m not making them out of dead bees. If you’re a good bitch and don’t rip them/ cover them in blood or any other substances, I’ll let you do my nails after. Deal?”| “Deal! Oh! Are they long? Maybe I could use them to scare the shit out of Roman in his beaaauuutiful castle...I should write that down!” Remus said and snapped a torn up notebook into his hand along with a pen. He poked himself in the thumb with said pen and used his blood as a filling, writing down three or four lines. Virgil could see only a few words (Remus wasn’t known for his amazing handwriting), but even with the words he did see, he knew that maybe he should stop by Roman’s room afterwards and tell him that he probably shouldn’t stay in the imagination during the next full moon. He pulled the dress out of the closet and checked them. Everything seemed to be fine, but one can never be too careful, so he checked the inside as well and grabbed a tape measure, measuring Remus’ chest, hips and waist. After he was sure everything was fine, he gave him the dress. Remus looked at them and actually stayed silent for a while, so Virgil counted it as a win on his part. Remus then jumped into the dress and got tangled up in the cloth, falling to the ground. Virgil snickered, helped him up and untangled him, moving the dress so that they would fit better. After he was done he turned around and gave Remus a pair of shoes to go along with the dress and when he put them on, turned to look at him. He nodded to himself. Re looked good. The dress was made from a lot of different layers of green cloth, each of them in their own shade of the colour. They were short, only going down towards the knees, but one part of the dress were black leggins, which went all the way down. The skirt was layered and looked like a flower, with multiple layeres of green in the bottom and a black overcoat on the top; the top of the dress was made from black leather with neon green laces tightening it. The sleeves were puffed and made from two types of cloth - a silky dark green that made up the sleeve and a seethrough lime green on top, slightly scrunched up. Neither the sleeves nor the skirt would be restraining any movement, so they were both pretty and practical. The boots that went with them were tall and black going almost all the way up to the knees and they had neon green laces - they looked the same as the top of the dress. They had platforms, but no heels, again, made to slay with style (and slay dragon witches without tripping over something, it is Remus we are talking about). Remus’ eyes actually sparkled when he saw how he looked in said dress and he twirled around, laughing when the skirt spinned. Yes, he was obnoxious, loud, had a very specific style and most of his thoughts and ideas were gross, but that didn’t mean that he hated looking cute. He was actually very soft, but he rarely let anyone see that. Virgil been knew tho. Like, what would you expect? He grew up with him and even though they were supposed to hate each other now, they were still best friends. And that won’t change. There was this one night, a pretty long time ago, Virgil still lived with the ‘Dark Sides’ and he and Remus were sitting in a tree, laughing about some new prank they pulled on Janus (hence why they were in a tree and not inside), when Remus looked at Virgil and told him: “You’re my brother, right? You might not be Roman, we might not be related, but you’re my brother!” And Virgil, even though he was a bit surprised by this, responded with a “Yep!” And that hasn’t changed.

Tags: @nyamafriend @exhaustedauthor @definietlynotsatan

#virgil sanders #remus sanders #platonic dukexiety #svs redux #singing #just dance #boys in dresses #what even is this #idk man #a little bit of fluff #brothers from another mothers #lol #don’t know how to put that sentence in plural

[hades-999]

Steven tag 🌟

Mr. Universe // Fragments

Hi. So..... Here we are, last two episode before the finale.......(about that; possibly it will be in two post, maybe not on the same day, but I will do it, don't worrie)

Let's see them:

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Mr. Universe

First, I noticed the lunch/snack what Greg did for Steven... What if I say, they use to eat it together.... Men are tipicaly bad cooks, and eat junk food

It was funny to see Greg sneak in.... And Steven simply levitate himself up😁

But, to be more serious; you could see something interesting; the spoons and the goat statues;

If you watch carafuly, you can realise, the spoons are strongly resemble to the Diamonds' essence glasses... Also, possibly those are part of a game; if you go somewhere in the world you can by one and put in the collection. Seemingly Steven's grandparents were a bunch of places.... Just like the Diamonds (concured planets......)

About the statues; in the SU seria (episode: Giant Woman) Steven "adopted" a goat, and named Steven Jr. So, those object could symbolised kids

All together; those were a nice and completed "family". And Steven liked it, even if he wasn't a part of it

Now, we finaly know why was so bad for Greg when he had to cut of his hair: it meant the freedom for him

Also: I understand Greg tried to help Steven with the song..... But he already brought up Steven by give him freedom.... Nobody can adopt something what is already his/her. Steven needed something what can set him free.....from family

Fact; The main character name is Steven Quartz Universe. Just to be clear; his upset feelings absulutly understandablle: he isn't a quartz and not "Universe". Even the title of the seria is a lie

About the photo; personally I think he deleted it. He was need for a somebody, who would be something poitive in his life, unlike his mother..... And now... He lost it. He can't accept his father's past, cause it would means he is just like his parents. He wanted to forget the past....

Side note; maybe it's just me, but why does young Greg looks like a BlueDiamond!au Steven?

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Fra-gmen-ts

So, let's start with my favorite part of the episode:

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Steven; I just want to be alone [...]

Jasper: Phhhs.... If you really wanted to be alone, you're doing it wrong.

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The next to the reader;

For the first time it sounds funny, and it is. But actually Jasper was right; when most of the people is trying to avoid some serious problems, they usually found somebody, who isn't important enought to hurt him/her with their oppinion

This way they can speak about their problem, without any consecuenses. But please, think it over; solve a problem with somebody, who doesn't even like you and doesn't involved in your problem; it's not a sollution. Your problem will be solved only seemingly, because (again) the other doesn't love you and doesn't know your chase. He/She can't help (now I'm not speaking about psychotherapists; but even they try to get information about the situation before start helping not just ram into it)

Just because somebody has/had similar problem(s) to you, it doesn't mean your problem can be solved in the same way. Feel free for try, maybe will help. But don't think it's the only sollution. Keep it in mind

I would point something out; Steven ate a fish. It's not big deal, but at this point he was vegetarian by choice.....

The fight was amazing

Hmmm..... Am I the only one who felt Dragon Ball vibe 🐉?

Wow..... I hoped the helmet will get horns.....but not like these.... Wow

After the title, I was sure this will hapen. But personally I hoped it will be permanent. To be honest, I don't want Steven be a killer..... But he would understand more that way what he did

Steven temporary become a Human-Diamond. Just look his eyes.....

Also, did you realised how much dammage was caused by Steven on Jasper? Just like poor Volleyball......

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Bonus;

So, Greg's letters were titled to Greg Universe. But if he just use the name, but not changed it, Steven real name is;

Steven Diamond DeMayo

It's just fun details, but on Greg room's door, and the letters' stamp you can see a white dove. This could be a reference to Dove Self-Esteem Project, a seria, where the characters try to give good advices and examples for a mentaly healthy life

Two thing;

Steven's tears can heals as well

If only the essence of the Diamonds' can bring back to life instant a corrupted, shatered gem with seemingly not serious dammage and closly healed corruption, what are they capable of Together?

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So, I hope the finale will be as interesting as the previous episodes.... We will see. Until that; be happy. And if you are not, try to found somebody, who love you. Maybe you won't be happy. But you won't be sad alone

Next:

Homeworld bound // Everything is fine

Previous:

Together forever // Growing pain

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Cheers!

(Roman sionis x Reader) and a littlebit of Victor Zsasz i guess..

Warnings:Gramatical Errors, Swearing, Death, Poison, Alcohol, Hospital

Summary: You work as a barman in Black mask club, and you have crush for Roman Sionis, the owner. Trouble begins when he starts to flirt with one woman and you will get jealous. Will this story gets its happy end?

(A/n): Here i go posting this story again, becouse last time it didn't let me tag it. Also the edit is mine, just pictures are from Pinterest.

You came to big shelf with bottles of alcohol and other drinks, took them and poured them into shaker to make drink for guests of the famous Black mask club. Doing bartender was your favorite job apart of being Romans agent. You were always interested in guests stories, and when you heard something important, you told it Victor, his right hand, who told the message to Roman. You never talked with him personally even when you wanted, but you could see him everyday in club, behaving like he owned the place... and he really owned it. You could say you had a big crush on him, he was damn handsome and the way he talked, moved and the energy which was around him. 

"Ehm... Hello?" Harley was stitting on a bar stool, waving with her hand in front of your head. 

"Yes, sorry." You mumbled as she pulled you back to reality from your thoughts about Roman Sionis. You gived her drink which she ordered, hoping she will go away after paying. But then she started cry and your eye catched in background Roman kissing some girl in too short and awfull looking dresses. She wasnt new, you saw her here every day, chatting with Roman and now they seemed so close, closer than the last time. As your thoughts drifted from things like, what will you see tomorrow (yesterday they were just touching and now kissing..), you wanted to cry. Your heart was slowly broking, and there are two things that people usualy do when things like these happens. 1. They will move on, and 2. They get jealous... You were the second type, and you were more than angry that some random bitch could talk to him, and you could not. And not just talk to him, she was literally eating his face right now..

"You know, Joker and I, we broke up." Harley started crying, ruining her makeup, but she didnt cared. 

"You dont say.." you whispered, still looking on Roman and the girl. 

"What?" she turned to look the way that you were looking.

"Nothing.. Harley dont look there." you whispered and she turned. She was too drunk but then she somehow left the bar stool. 

Victor came to you, while you were cleaning glasses. 

"Hey, princess!" he said as he sat and leaned closer to you, "What you got?" he asked and pointed at dancing Harley.

"Nothing," you said annoyed. Victor was about to leave, when you stopped him. 

"Who is she?" you asked and pointed at the girl laughing at Romans jokes in middle of the club.

"I have no idea...," he said and lifted eyebrows as she started to kiss Roman again.

"Disgusting..." you mumbled to yourself quietly, but Victor heared it.

"Well, now I would be concerned. I know about the thing...," he started.

"What thing?" you cleaned the table ignoring Victors smirks.

"You always wanted to meet him, i noticed. You are trying to get to him quite some time." he said as he spat into the glass you just cleaned. 

"Oh, come on Victor. You are disgusting." you said and put the glass away.

"They want some drinks. Go and get them some." he evily grinned, pushing closer to me little green bottle with skull on it. You smiled at him as you poured vodka into two glasses, adding the poison into one of them. 

"Why?" you asked Victor when he was about to leave.

"Something is very wrong with that girl.." he said and left. 

You were terribly stressed as you came to their table with two drink which were shaking in your hands. 

"Ah, our drinks, finaly." Roman took it, not giving a single look to you. You gived the glass with poison to the girl, who just frowned at you. Her makeup was terrible too, she had very shiny lipstick, which you noticed in second and terrible eyeshadows. You also noticed how (Shorter/Taller) was she from you, which didn't helped to your self confidence much. But the fact she was about to pass out in next few minutes, it felt kind of good. 

"Enjoy the drinks." you smiled at them both, but they already ignored you, so you left with tears in eyes back to bar. This was not the way you imagined your first conversation with him. 

"How long we have to wait?" you asked Victor impatiently.

"Two hours, till she passes out." Victor mumbled and took the bottle of poison from you. 

"I..thank you?" you said, thinking what else you should say.

"Nah, don't thank me.. I did it for him, he deserves someone better." he looked on you as you both risen the glasses. 

"Cheers!" 

"Cheers! I guess this is the day, when princess is crowned to queen." Victor laughed and smiled at you. 

You two were interupted as somebody screamed from back at the club. 

"We have still hour and half!" Victor mumbled as we run to look at the place. 

To your and his big shock, you found Roman laying on the ground shaking as something spilled out of his mouth. 

"Roman!" you kneeled down to him, turning him to side so he wouldn't choke himself. 

"How..? You sure you didnt messed up drinks?" Victor looked in panic at you. 

"I am sure, look, we have still hour and half.." you pointed at your watches. 

"Call the ambulance!" you shouted to the club. 

"Wait, hold him." you said as you saw something weird on Romans neck. Victor caught Roman as you picked your handkerchief, collecting the pink stains on his necks.

"Victor, listen to me, he was poisoned. I think it was the girl. I mean.. Look at her freaking lipstick. Seriously nobody noticed that?" you whispered to Victor, who was giving confused looks to you. "Seriously, you need to stop with watching Sherlock." Victor said and you rolled eyes.

"Yeah, and no, that was actually in Game of thrones, lets hope this poison was something less..poisonous..Just guard her, kay." you whispered to him. As he turned to her, she felt on the ground too, dead.

When the ambulance came, they took Roman to hospital, and you decided to go with him.

"Hey, take care of him. I will take care about club." Victor said as you entered the car. You nodded in agreement and doctors closed the doors. 

"What happened?!" doctors were yelling at you, while putting him on some machine.

"They poisoned him," you said, "He has it on his neck." 

Doctors were able to locate the poison, they gived him some medicine and turned to you.

"He is very lucky, the poison is deadly, but not in this case. There was not enough amount of it to kill him." I gasped in relief and caught Romans hand.

"Thank you," you smiled at them, letting his hand go. But something unexpected happened. Roman reached for your hand, holding it. This time you didn't let him go. 

You waited hours in hospital, hearing loud ticking of clock above you made you more inpatient. 

"Miss (Y/s). You can go visit him." doctor finaly came out of Romans room and you ran inside.

"I..Hello." you said to him and sat in chair, which was located next to his bed. 

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here? You shouldn't be seen around me as my agent." Roman whispered, but hissed in pain.

"I think nobody noticed me." you said looking at his neck, the lipstick marks were now gone.

"What happened, how am I here?" Roman looked on you.

"Your girlfriend poisoned you with her lipstick, so i poisoned her back." you smirked at him. 

"Now seriously, what are you, females have with poisons?" he rolled his eyes. It was sarcasm but you still responded.

"Its easy.. Not messy... And sexy.. And it was Victor's idea." you laughed when you finished sentence and Roman smirked.

"Oh, sure. And now lets be serious, that wasn't my girlfriend. It was just business..." he frowned. 

"Yes, yes, of course." you mumbled.

"I thought i am going to die, but luckily i have my bartender, my agent, who came to me and helped me. Thank you, and sorry for that ignoring back then." he said

"No, no you don't have to apologize. I understand, i was under cover." you said and blushed, looking away.

"You are so beautifull." he said and then he smiled at you. 

You caught his hand and smiled back at him. 

After you both came back to club, you were already together. Victor had prepared a big welcome-home party for you and Roman with cake, baloons and gifts and whole club was partying all night.

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Classified (Part 2)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader

Summary: When  an important mission is given to her, Y/N has to reconnect with her past by helping a man she never thought she would meet. 

A/N: Hii, yeah i am alive and terribly sorry for this looooong wait. I don’t even know if anyone remember this but yeah.. life, procrastination, class and depression got in the way but yayy i did it. I was actually writing the second part when i realized it was going to be too long so i just cut it and decided to post it just like that. Which means the third part is partially written and should be out soon (really i’m not going to promise anything, see what happened last time ha!) So anyway, here is part 2, we finaly see little Steve, and another flashback.. i took some dialogues from the opening scene of Iron Man 1 and changed some, added some events and situations. hope you’ll like it, please feel free to say what you thought about it and ask if by any chance you want to be tagged (or not anymore). voila! Words count: 3230

Warning: a few tinny little bitty sweary wordy and… nothing much? the flashback is for the most part what happens at the beginning of Iron Man1 so yeah.. and i’m french so there are probably thousands of grammar mistakes, sorry did my best.

She couldn’t believe it, it was true. He was alive, he had survived. He was just like the pictures she had seen as a little girl. Same hair, same face. No sign of time on his features. He was the same young soldier that had been part of all her childhood stories.

She must have stayed starring at the man too long as she heard him clearing his throat. He was giving her a strange look. She snapped out of her daze, giving him an apologetic smile “Sorry, hi! I mean hello, I’m Agent Y/N Collins, nice to meet you” she said extending her hand for him to shake it. 

He seemed to realize who she was when he took her hand. “S.H.I.E.L.D sent you right?” She nodded. “Well, please come in Agent Collins” he said while moving to the side, opening the door wider to let her in the apartment. 

It was a modest Brooklyn flat, the door led directly to the living room. Y/N let her eyes wander around, the kitchen was on the left and on the right a door led to what Y/N could only imagine being the bedroom. She walked to the only small window of the room, the view was old brown bricks from the building across the street. It was a quiet part of the borough, only a few cars were passing by, the silence was soothing compared to the buzzing of the more crowded parts of the city.

She turned to see the man still standing in the entry. It was crazy how he didn’t change. Maybe his eyes had change, still the same color, but they hold some sort of tiredness in them a mix of grief and sadness. That guy had seen hell and went back from it. Something all too familiar to Y/N, something she would see every time she would pass a mirror. 

“They gave you quite the charming place” she said half-joking. She assumed they didn’t gave him something too good not risking for him to get too comfortable and not wanting to do whatever they had plan with him. 

 “Well it’s better than what I had as a kid” he said smiling sadly, the memories of his childhood feeling heavy on his chest. He quickly regained his composure, his eyes widening in sudden realization, he took a step closer extending his hand to her. “I am sorry I haven’t properly introduce myself, I am Steve Rogers” 

Y/N chuckled a bit “I know who you are don’t worry” but shook his hand nonetheless.

 He scratched the back of his neck a bit embarrassed “Yeah sure, of course... Please take a sit” he said pointing to the small couch at the center of the living room “Would you like some tea or coffee?” She denied his proposition and gave him a sympathetic look, he seemed uncomfortable with this whole situation and Y/N couldn’t blame him, it’s not every day that you wake up from a 60 years nap in a new century.

She sat on the couch while he went to the kitchen, probably making himself a drink and soon joined her. A silence fell between them for a few seconds before she finally spoke “Thank you for accepting my help, I don’t know what exactly Director Fury said to you, but, really, I am here to help. I know it can be overwhelming, well, I can only imagine what you’re going through, but I just want you to know that you can totally trust me, and that, after a few weeks, if you don’t feel comfortable with me, or anything, it will be no problem to assigned you someone else, or even no one if you just want to keep going by yourself.” 

He was looking at her, as to try to find a flaw, a lie in what she had just said. “Can I ask you a question Agent Collins?”

 “Anything, but please call me Y/N” she gave him a smile and waved her hand encouraging him to ask his question. 

“Why you?” 

The question throw her off guard, not expecting him to be so direct. “I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining about anything, I don’t know you, I just-“ he sighed “I am just wondering why they chose you to help me, simple curiosity” he added quickly.

“Oh, well, I guess Fury thought that I was the most suitable agent to help you. I was in the army, a couple years ago. I was a Captain actually, maybe that’s why he thought that it would be easier for you to get comfortable with me” she smiled. He looked up from the table at the mention of that fact. 

“And apparently I would have a way with people” she added with a small chuckle, recalling Nick’s words from the night before. She finally looked up at the blond man, locking her eyes in his. He didn’t know why or how, but the moment he saw her eyes, he felt a peacefulness invading his whole body as if, for a few seconds, he had no more worries or doubts, he was empty, emptied of all the bad thoughts and sadness. It felt good and Steve couldn’t even remember the last time he had felt this way. 

The moment was quickly cut short by a loud whistle coming from the kitchen. Steve kept starring at her for a moment still trying to figure out what had just happened before finally standing up excusing himself.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves, she had let it slip. ‘It’s okay, you got this. It’s going to be okay. It’s not that difficult’ she thought to herself, still shaken by the whole situation. It has been years she had not had accidents like that, she had to calm down. 

She let her eyes wander around again, trying to find something to focus on, it’s what she had always learn, focusing her mind on something else, something neutral, no emotions. It was easy here, the flat had no decorations or plants, just plain beige walls and clear tables. Her eyes finally stopped on a model’s bust with an old uniform on it, she remembered it again from the photos, it was such a long time ago she had seen all of that she didn’t even know why she still had them in mind. She let escape a huge sigh, regulating her breathing. 

This all plan was a bad idea.

“So you were in the army” Y/N jumped at Steve’s voice, he had come back from the kitchen two cups in hands, “I actually made you a cup if you want” he smiled. She  took the cup from his grasp, thanking him and brushing slightly her fingers with his. Holding the cup would gave her the opportunity to do something with her hands so the tea wasn’t a bad idea after all, she took a sip of her drink while Steve was staring at her expectedly, she suddenly remembered his question 

“Oh, yes, sorry!” she gasp, swallowing her tea. “Yes I was, quitted two years ago though” she took a sip again giving him a small smile, hopping he would not ask more questions about it.

Bagram air base, Afghanistan. 2009.

The man was sitting in a chair in one of the building of the base, whisky in hand. He had to meet someone before the whole presentation and was patiently waiting for her to arrive. The door opened and a soldier in full army combat uniform entered. 

“Mr. Stark, good to see you” she said in a formal tone, he had missed her voice. He stood up and finally took a good look at her. She had change so much in the two years they had not seen each other. He gave her a smirk and opened his arms 

“Oh please sunshine, don’t be so serious, come give your old man a hug”. 

She rolled her eyes at the nickname, finally dropping the protocol “Please dad, don’t call me like that here”.

 He chuckled, stepping forward to embrace her in a tight hug. They stayed like that for a moment, neither of them daring to let go. They had missed that, being in each other arms, but they were both too proud to say it though. Y/N was the first to let go of her dad, taking a step back, she clasped her hand behind her back standing up straight. 

“How have you been?” she asked, more to be polite than anything else. It had been so long she had not seen her dad she didn’t even know what to say anymore. 

“Good, thank you” he smiled softly at her, she was so different, so grown up. She was standing tall in front of him, her head held high, a determination in her eyes he had rarely seen. An uncomfortable silence fell between the two of them, no one knowing what to do.

She had known a week before of his arrival, Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes had just come back from a mission and told her that her father was coming to show his new project, The Jericho. He had asked for Y/N to supervise the security of the presentation, as a Captain she had to put up a team, anyone she would want. At first she was angry at her father, two years with no news and the only time he would fancy her company was when he had to present his new inventions. Well, if she was honest with herself she would admit she didn’t try to call him either, she had had some news from Pepper who had called her every time she had the possibility, or even Happy, but she had stopped trying to call her dad or to see him, it would end up the same way every time, in a fight. It could start with the smallest of things and end up in a big fight with broken glass, tears and harsh words they didn’t mean. 

She had had to prepare the whole mission with General Gabriel, she only took people of trust, people she knew well. No one had asked question about why she was asked to do it, everyone knew how qualified of a Captain she was and that she was the best choice. No one could guess Tony Stark was actually her father, no one knew, except one person.

“Y/N, the General is calling for you, we should head ba-“ the two Stark turned to see the intruder. Y/N let out a sigh of relief, thanking anyone who had stopped this embarrassing moment to last longer.

 “Sorry, I didn’t know you would be with him” the young soldier, just a bit older than Y/N, said making his way back outside. Y/N reached out for is hand stopping him in his track. 

“Wait, it’s okay you can stay, we better do that now” she look up in the young man’s eyes, a small smile on his lips, she let out a sigh as he squeezed her hand encouraging her. She turned to her dad, she was still holding the soldier’s hand. Tony raised his eyebrows at the sight, not fully understanding the true meaning of the situation. 

“Dad, this is Charlie. My boyfriend. Charlie, this is my father Tony”. 

Charlie let go of her hand to shake the billionaire’s. Tony was watching her daughter with wide eyes, she had a boyfriend, well that was some kind of news, and he knew she was a Stark, she had told him, she had never told anyone about her true family, it was the first time someone had access to this part of her life, must be something serious then, Tony thought. 

“It’s really nice to meet you Mr. Stark. Y/N had told me so many things about you” Stark snapped out of his thoughts and finally look at the young man, he gave him one of his famous smirk and squeezed his shoulder. 

“Really nice to meet you too, hope I could say the same from you, but my daughter here has been pretty secret about all this I must admit”. 

She rolled her eyes again at her father’s words. Charlie gave the man a polite smile and then made his way back to the door “Everything’s ready. We’ll be waiting for you” he nodded and exited the room not before winking at Y/N making the woman snigger. 

She stayed a moment staring at the door, a loving look on her face, he was really the best thing that had happened to her those past few years.

She heard her father clearing his throat taking her out of her daze “So, boyfriend hm?” she took a deep breath before turning to face her father, she started to open her mouth to say something but he cut her off.

“He looks really nice, firm handshake, polite, quite handsome, yeah you seem to have chosen well” he nodded taking a sip of his whisky, sitting back on the couch. She looked at her father with a surprise look, her mouth slightly opened. He looked back at her.

“What? Don’t be so shocked. I should be the one in shock.” Y/N shook her head a little, still starring at her father trying to think of something to say. She finally joined him on the couch, staring at her hands on her laps.

“He is really nice yeah. I would have told you but you know…” she stopped for a moment, she could felt her father gaze on her, she didn’t even have a reason for why she had not told her father. After another silence she kept going 

“I met him when I first arrived, we were really good friends, and a couple years ago now we just realized that it was more than just friendship. He is the only one who knows about you and everything that happened, my abilities, everything, told him really soon you know, I felt safe with him” she had a smile on her face that her father had never seen on her, but she quickly regained her composure, not being used to confess so much to her dad. 

“Anyway, we should get going, everybody must be waiting” she said standing up and going to the door, Tony followed and stopped her before she could leave the room by taking her hand in his .

“I’m glad I met him, glad to see that you could trust someone with all that. I’m happy for you sunshine” he smiled softly at her, she returned the gesture before nodding and finally going outside, becoming Captain Collins again.

The demonstration had gone without any complications, Tony had shown his new little toy, The Jericho. They were driving through the Kunar province on their way back to the base. 

“Really? You really had to bring music here?” Y/N said in disbelieved seeing the radio in the middle of the two rows of the Humvee where Tony was already sited another drink in hand.

 “Come on sunshine, I chose your favorites” he said, insisting on the nickname with a cocky smile. 

Charlie was getting ready on the drive sit and chuckled at the father and daughter little argument “So sunshine hm? Never told me that” he looked at her, a huge satisfied smile on his face. 

“Oh you two just shut up” Y/N slapped Charlie’s arm, giving him a warning glare. 

They were driving for at least half an hour, with only AC/DC ‘Back to Black’ to fill the silence. Tony was right, he had chosen Y/N’s favorite songs, she would sometime absentmindedly tapped to the rhythm of the music on her thighs, Charlie had caught her when the second song had come up, and couldn’t help but smile. 

Next to Tony was Jimmy, a new recruit, the poor soldier was so panicked at the idea of being next to Stark he had not said anything since they first entered the car at the base, everyone could feel something was wrong, even Tony.

He had filled himself another glass of whisky and could feel the man was glaring up at him every now and then, trying his best to be discreet, but failing miserably at it. 

“I feel like you’re driving me to a court-martial. This is crazy. What did I do?” Tony finally sighed “I feel like you’re going to pull over and snuff me” he kept going “What you’re not allowed to talk? Hey, Forrest!” 

He was just trying to make him feel more comfortable by joking around but Y/N could sense that it only made the soldier more and more tense. To their surprise, Jimmy finally spoke, simply answering Stark they could talk. 

“Oh so I see, so it’s personal?” he added playfully.

“It’s enough know Tony, you’re going to scare the poor guy” Y/N chuckled, turning her head to the left to send a sympathetic smile to the soldier. 

She had took a liking on Jimmy, he was always doing his job without asking questions, and she knew she could count on him for anything, he was a good guy. She had told him a bit about the situation here, not everything, just that she knew Tony personally for a long time now, just enough so he would not find it weird if she would call him by his first name or if he was familiar with her. But no one could know. He had said to her multiple times that she could count on him, that he would never say a word about it.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry. I‘m just trying to make him laugh. Don’t have to be so serious around me kid” Tony said taking a sip of his drink. 

“Sir, I have a question to ask.” It was Charlie’s turn to talk, he had a smirk on his face and Y/N feared what kind of thing he could ask her father. “Is it true you went 12 for 12 with last year’s Maxim cover models? The guys at the base wanted to know” 

Y/N couldn’t help but gasp at what her boyfriend had just asked her father “Oh god, are you fucking serious? Don’t ask that” she sighed hiding her face in her hands.

 “That is an excellent question. Yes and no-“ 

But his daughter cut him off before he could keep going “Don’t you dare answer that question” she said warningly shifting on her sit so she could face him. It only made the two men chuckle, both proud of what they had done.

“You two are the worst I swear, if I knew I would have never introduce you” she had mumbled the last part.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry” Stark said still laughing “Well, does anyone have another question then?” 

Jimmy had started to raise his hand “You’re kidding me with the hand up, right?” Tony said in disbelief. 

“Is that cool if I take a picture with you?” Y/N smiled at the innocence of the question.

“Yes, it’s really cool” came her father’s answer.

 “Do you mind taking the picture Captain Collins?”  she felt a tap on her shoulder, “Sure, no problem” she turned and shifted on her sit so she could see them both, she smiled at her father’s antics and Jimmy’s face with his peace sign. 

Everything just happened so fast after that.  

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Let’s Get Ready to (Review the Royal) Rumble!!

I watched all 11 hours of this thing, so I might as well jot down some thoughts

Rusev w/Lana vs. Shinsuke Nakamura

This was the first WWE pre-show I’ve watched in a long time. Lots of banter from the panel, which included Shawn Michaels. I’m not sure how often I will watch the pre-shows going forward. This match existed, and it concluded with a title change. Nakamura is your new United States champion. Lana took a bump and hurt her ankle in storyline. “Lana, get up!” Rusev yelled at his prone wife after she was knocked off the apron. Show a little more concern there, Rusev. Later in the show this would turn out to be a momentous ankle injury

Hideo Itami vs. Buddy Murhpy vs. Kalisto vs. Akira Tozawa

I haven’t watched 205 Live in forever, but I hear Mike Kanellis is there now. This match was not as sensational as I had expected, but it had some good spots. No reason for these guys to go full-tilt, I guess. They’re wrestling as the crowd files in to Chase Field, and when it’s done they go back to 205 Live. Kalisto should have won by default, as he is the only member of this quartet who weighs 205 pounds or less. He did not win, though, and Buddy Murphy remains your cruiserweight champion. In a year, perhaps this match will feature Kushida, Trevor Lee, Sonjay Dutt, and Kalisto. Always Kalisto. Poor, lost Kalisto.

Asuka vs. Becky Lynch

Although it would later become clear why this went on first, it was still a little surprising. And, to be honest, I did not love this match. It finished up very well, but until the last five minutes or so it was a lot slower and more tentative than I would have expected from these two. It ended on something of a surprise note, with Becky tapping and Asuka retaining. They’ve  succeeded in bringing Asuka back from the foggy post-Wrestlemania wasteland in which they stranded her. What happens to her now? Another feud with Charlotte? They should bring up Io Shirai and Kairi Sane and form a new version of Triple Tails. They will not do this.

The Bar vs. Shane McMahon and The Miz

Mark and I watched this entire match barely 12 hours ago, and now all I can remember is Shane McMahon doing a credible Shooting Star Press. Few things in pro wrestling are more boring, in 2019, than the state of the Smackdown tag team title picture. And now there are new champs. Perhaps this is the beginning of splitting up The Bar. They’ve been a tag team since September 2016. They’re both terrific wrestlers and have had many good matches, but there’s nothing about them that really sticks with me. It doesn’t help that they have one of the worst tag team names in the history of pro wrestling.

Ronda Rousey vs. Sasha Banks

I was surprised to see this match was almost 14 minutes long. It felt like it went by quickly. This was the best Sasha Banks match I’ve seen in a looooong time, and maybe Rousey’s best WWE match to date. She looked really good. The work with Gulak is paying off. Sasha also looked like the relentless competitor we remember from her NXT days. I enjoyed this match a lot. Based on what happened the last time I mentioned Ronda Rousey, I now expect to get several anonymous messages calling me a fucking imbecile. That’s OK. It’s true, I am a fucking imbecile, but Ronda Rousey is still good in a wrestling ring. After the match, Sasha held up the Horsemen/women sign. If Rousey is finishing up at Wrestlemania, I’m not sure they’re going to have time for the epochal Clash of the Horsewomen. Hey! One good thing about this match in particular is that Rousey didn’t win with her armbar. That’s good storytelling; it establishes her as a multi-tool threat. 

Royal Rumble (women)

The last 5-10 minutes of this were an absolute blast, with Lana being unable to walk out because of her ankle, and Belfast’s Fit Finaly giving the green light to Dublin’s Becky Lynch to enter the match in Lana’s place. Cue a recording of the Wolfe Tones’ “We’re On the One Road.” When the field narrowed down to Becky, Charlotte, and Nia, it was a great moment. I am not a big Nia Jax advocate, but based on the crowd reaction, she is the top heel in the women’s division. Becky winning was a legitimately cathartic moment, and kudos to leathery madman Vince for making the right call. Unfortunately, the rest of the match was kind of a slog. The surprise entrants were great, and I was particularly pleased to see Io Shirai, Kairi Sane, and Candice LeRae. I once saw Candice LeRae wrestle in a tiny performance space that normally hosted noise bands and avant-garde literature readings. People on Twitter were complaining there weren’t enough “Legends” among the surprise entrants, but come on. The pool is not nearly as deep for the women as it is for the men. The biggest women stars of the Attitude Era tended to not be wrestlers, which actually was kind of true of the WWE women’s division even after the Attitude Era. They’ve already had Trish and Lita at the previous Rumble and the Evolution PPV; at some point, it’s not a surprise anymore. It’s also good to build up the future than to be like “Remember Kelly Kelly?? Well, here she is for three minutes of listless punching!” Maria Kanellis counts as a legend by that math, and she was in the Rumble. That was kind of a surprise. I had no idea what she and Alicia Fox were doing. It seemed like challenging absurdist theater, like they spontaneously decided to act out a scene from an Ionesco play. Talk about going into business for yourself. Swoggle also appeared and chased Zelina Vega around with a lascivious look on his face, which was, uh, unexpected. 

Daniel Bryan vs. AJ Styles

First, let’s consider how great it is that a WWE championship match featuring two of the most popular wrestlers on the roster is in the cool-down spot after a women’s match. That genuinely rules. That would have been unthinkable as recently as two years ago. As the women get more and more popular, those Saudi shows are going to get harder to pull off. Hurry up with those reforms, Prince MBS! Haha, just kidding, they’re not going to reform their brutal autocracy. Oh, right; this match. This was a chore to watch. It was so boring. It was not helped by its spot on the card, but this listless, will-this-do performance wouldn’t have been good in any spot. These are two of the best wrestlers of the last 30 years, but sometimes it just doesn’t click. It did not click here. I was relieved when Erick Rowan made his mysterious (re)appearance because I knew it signaled the match was almost over. It seems they’re going to make Rowan some kind of eco-brute, helping Daniel Bryan advance his monstrous agenda of caring about the planet. Fine. At least he’s not dressed like a second-tier TMNT villain anymore.

Brock Lesnar w/Paul Heyman vs. Finn Balor

By contrast, this was a hoot. They knew they had to recapture the crowd, and they went at it full-tilt for eight minutes. The story here was great: Brock was surprised to find himself being pushed to his limits by this lithe little Irishman, and so after he won, he lashed out like a petulant, over-the-hill bully. An example of how you can tell a great story in an eight-minute match. Not every big match has to be 25 minutes. Especially not that dogshit Daniel Bryan-AJ Styles match. It would have been great to see Finn win, but the Irish have to content themselves with Becky’s Rumble win tonight.

Royal Rumble (men)

This moved along at a quicker clip than the women’s rumble, perhaps because it was nearly 11 p.m. EST when it started. Damn and heck, this was a long show. It was lots of fun to see Jarrett come out in his ridiculous 1990s gear. HUGE missed opportunity by not having Honky Tonk Man come out, but you can’t have everything. Johnny Gargano looked great, Andrade looked great, Kurt Angle looked very, very old. The best moment was when Mustafa Ali eliminated his current antagonist, Samoa Joe. The incomprehension and fury on Joe’s face were magnificent grace notes. Joe is such a great addition to the roster. It’s crazy that it didn’t happen sooner. No Way Jose was essentially used as a quick punchline. Boy, that guy’s main roster tenure has not been pretty. The big surprise I guess was an enraged Nia Jax coming out and entering herself in the Rumble and then taking four guys’ finishers. CUE: CONTROVERSY. WWE’s been dipping its toes in intergender wrestling for a bit, but it’s hard to see them going whole hog. Nia is one thing, but imagine the response if it was Alexa Bliss being ethered by Randall Keith Orton. Seth Rollins was the odds-on favorite to win (although I picked Drew McIntyre, going with my heart rather than my head) so it feels a little anti-climactic that he actually won, but whatever. Afterwards, he pointed to the Wrestlemania “sign,” which was a computer graphic visible only to people watching on the network, so to those in attendance it looked like he was pointing out the place where he spotted a UFO. 

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