#which is why they should send him to smackdown

[thebucketpail]

When You Accidentally Kill a Clown pt. 12

Pt. 1 pt. 11 Ao3

In which Dani walk in on something and Vlad gets a verbal smackdown.

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Jason hummed as Danny cuddled closer to the steady thrum of the man's core. He’d been purring for the past thirty minutes as they watched the movie playing on his laptop., piled on Danny’s bed with their feet tangled together, and Danny didn’t even know if Jason knew he was doing it. They hadn’t yet broached the topic. Afterall, asking someone about their death was usually a one way ticket to getting in a knockdown dragout fight. And not the endearing kind that some ghosts used to show affection. It didn’t after though. Danny purred back.

“Hey Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“Are we dating?”

Danny paused the movie and turned to look up at Jason. He had his thinking face on. The one where his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pressed together in a tight line. It was adorable.

“I don’t see why not,” Danny replied, “Why?”

“I dunno, I just- We’ve been on a couple dates and I didn’t know if we were still trying things out or- this feels very couple-y though.” he said.

“Is that a good thing?”

Jason paused for a second, “yeah,” he said, “yeah it is.” Danny smiled and leaned up to kiss him.

“Good.” It wasn’t the first time, and it was short, but it made Jason smile.

“That was good too.”

“Oh yeah?” they asked, shifting to face their boyfriend and kissing him again, “How was that?” Jason didn’t answer, only hummed as he pulled Danny in for another kiss. Then another. Then another.

The laptop fell off the bed with a small thump, their movie long forgotten as the two made out like lovedrunk teenagers. At some point Danny ended up on their back with Jason’s tongue somewhere down their throat and his knees on either side of their hips. His hand had just begun creeping up their shirt when the door opened.

“Oooooohhhh.” The two bolted apart, Jason somehow managing to hit the back of his head on a shelf.

“Tristan I swear to the Ancients-” Danny started, but it wasn’t his roommate standing in the doorway. “Dani?” they asked.

“Dad?’’ she responded.

Jason’s eyes blew wide, ‘Dad?’ he mouthed. Shit. This was not something Danny wanted to explain so early in their relationship. They shot a look towards their boyfriend in a way that said ‘I’ll explain later’ before turning to their clone.

“Dani, what are you doing here?”

Dani rubbed the back of her neck, suddenly looking uncomfortable “Uuh, is this a bad time?” she asked, gesturing to Jason, “Should I go, or-?”

Danny looked between the two again before sighing. “No, it’s fine. Come in,” He said, gesturing her in as he did a quick tidy up of his bed, retrieving the laptop from the ground and setting it safely on the nightstand. “What brings you here, Dani? Not that I’m not glad to see you or anything but-” they gestured loosely.

Dani didn’t seem bothered. “Hm? Oh, Vlad kicked me out. Is that popcorn?” she asked, not waiting for an answer before picking up the bowl and taking its place at the foot of the bed. She held one hand out to Jason as the other shoveled popcorn into her mouth.

“I’m Danny’s daughter Dani,” she said, not bothering to chew or swallow first. “It’s spelt with an ‘i’ incase you get confused. You can also call me Ellie or just Elle if that’s easier for you. Not Danielle though, that’s what Vlad calls me but I think it’s too stuffy.”

Jason shot Danny a quizzical glance before taking Dani’s hand.

“I’m Jason, Danny’s boyfriend,” he said, seemingly having recovered from his shock. “He didn’t tell me he had a kid, but it’s nice to meet you.”

Dani’s head swiveled to send an accusatory glare at her original and she let out a mock gasp.

“Father how could you?” She said, looking entirely offended. Danny felt the heat rise in their cheeks.

“Dani, I’m twenty,” they started, “Forgive me if having a kid isn’t the first thing I advertise to a potential partner.”

Dani huffed, “Yeah, yeah, go on and make sense. You're not the only one,” she mumbled, rolling her eyes and leaning back as she shoved another fistfull of popcorn in her mouth. “Hey do you have any of that ecto-cheese powder I sent you? It tastes great on this stuff.” His clone was smirking sure, but she was his clone and Danny didn’t miss the way she was curled in on herself and clearly deflecting, because that’s how he acted when something was bothering him.

“What does that mean?” he asked, taking a more serious tone.

Dani only smiled at him, confused, “What do you mean? Dairy King helped me make it and it makes literally everything taste better. Do you still have it?” Danny shook his head. That wasn’t what he meant and she knew it. Then what she had said earlier registered and it wasn’t hard to connect the dots.

“Dani, why did Vlad kick you out?” His clone snorted, her eyes darting around the room, refusing to meet his eyes, before finally landing in her lap. It was silent for a moment before she took a deep breath.

“Vlad’s trying to get over Maddie,” she started before adding, “Vlad’s my other Dad,” for Jason’s benefit. “And apparently, there’s not enough room in his giant manor for all his guests plus me so he kicked me out. Told me to come bother you for a change.” Danny was seeing green. He didn’t even realize how tight he’d been clenching his fists until Jason reached out and gently removed his grip from the hem of his shirt.

“It’s okay though,” Dani hurried out, shaking off the thin layer of frost that had begun spreading around the room, “I didn’t want to stay in that stuffy place anyway. And I’ve been meaning to visit you. I’ve never been to Gotham and I was hoping we could do stuff together. Y’know? Like Father/Daughter bonding time.”

Danny took a deep breath as he attempted to reign in the cold. The chilly air calmed his nerves but he didn’t want Jason to freeze. He could already hear his teeth chattering.

“That sounds great kid,” he said before turning to his boyfriend, “You wouldn’t mind if I excused myself to make a quick call would you? I promise I’ll explain everything later.”

Jason looked between Danny and his daughter before shaking his head. Danny smiled and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Thanks, and I’m sorry about movie night getting ruined,” he smirked.

Jason shrugged, “Eh, I'm sure we’ll be able to pick up where we left off.”

“Ew, guys, I’m still right here,” Dani groaned, making Danny laugh as he got up.

“Get used to it, sport,” he said, grabbing his phone and ruffling her hair on his way to the door.

“Don’t call me sport,” Dani grumbled, wrinkling her nose as Danny closed the door.

Danny sighed into the silence of the hallway. It was midday so most students would either be in class or roaming around outside enjoying the nice weather. He appreciated the solitude as he dialed Vlad’s house number.

He groaned, already hearing Dani begin to question Jason, through the door. That was not something he wanted to deal with.

“Is that a proper way to greet someone?” Vlad’s voice rang through the receiver. Danny ground his teeth, he’d forgotten how annoying this man’s voice was.

“Shut up Vlad. That wasn’t directed at you.”

“Oh, feisty today aren’t we Daniel? Tell me, to what do I owe the pleasure?” his voice was sickeningly sweet, if he hadn’t been so full of rage, Danny would have hurled.

“Oh fuck off Vlad, you know exactly why I’m calling.” He snapped, Vlad didn’t sound phased.

“Language, Daniel,” he chided, “and I am afraid I haven’t the faintest clue. Please, enlighten me.” Danny wanted to punch a wall. He took a deep -shaky- breath instead.

“Dani just showed up at my dorm. She said you kicked her out, would you like to explain why?”

There was a short pause as the fruitloop thought over how he would spin the story.

“I didn’t kick her out,” ah, so he settled on a blatant lie, “I am merely busy this month and sent her to stay with her other parent, as Danielle is so keen on calling you. Really Daniel, it’s about time you paid your child support.”

Deep breath. Deep breath. Take a deep breath Danny. Okay fuck that.

“Okay fruitloop, may I remind you of a few things real quick,” Danny didn’t wait for an answer as he barrelled forward. “Point one: You cloned me without consent. I don’t owe you any fucking child support. Point two: Remember that deal we made? You feed, house, and clothe Dani, provide her with a good life with all that fucking money you have, and You get to parade me around as your heir and godson and all that shit, with the added bonus of: I don’t punch your fucking face in and eat your core. Do you understand? Or did you forget?” Danny was seething by the time he finished. The final question was meant to be rhetorical but Vlad answered anyway.

“I did not forget our deal, Daniel,” he drawled, sounding satisfyingly taken aback, “However, I must insist that Danielle stay in Gotham with you for the time being.”

“And how exactly do you expect me to take care of her? I love the kid but I can’t exactly keep a twelve year old in my shared dorm room.”

“Understood. Would an apartment work better?” That stunned Danny for a second. The chill surrounding him melted away as he tried wrapping his head around what he thought Vlad was suggesting.

“What?” he hissed.

“Oh please Daniel, don’t be so dramatic. If it would help satisfy our agreement, then I could easily secure housing for you and Danielle. I will send you the details soon. Now if that’s settled then I really must be going. Tata little badger.” The younger half ghost was left gaping as the receiver clicked, indicating the old man had hung up.

Okay what the fuck? Was Vlad planning something? He had to be planning something. Danny deflated against the wall as he let the implications of their conversation sink in. Yeah. Yeah, Plasmius was definitely planning something. And knowing him, it probably wasn’t going to be good.

Danny was jolted from his thoughts as the door next to him opened, Jason peeking his head out before walking through.

“Hey,” he said, taking Danny’s hands as he pressed into the half ghost’s space.

“Hey,” Danny replied, resting their intertwined hands on his boyfriend’s waist. Jason gave him a quick kiss before leaning back.

“Look I promise this doesn’t have anything to do with what’s happening right now, but I have to go.” A million worries passed through Danny’s head as he stared into Jason’s gorgeous ocean eyes. But all possibilities of hurt were washed away as Jason stared back. Danny smiled and nodded. Jason smiled in return.

“I’ll see you soon,” he promised as he pulled away and took off down the hall. Danny really hoped that would be true.

He took a few more seconds to breathe before heading back in.

“So what’d you say to spook him?” Danny jokingly asked upon returning to find Dani rifling through his snack drawer. “Y’know, other than calling me ‘dad’,” The gremlin stopped her rummaging for a second to stare up at him and shrug.

“Hey, it’s technically true and it’s funny,” she said, stuffing a bag of chocolate into her hoodie pocket and sitting back to tear into a bag of chex mix.

Danny raised an eyebrow and flopped down next to her on the floor. “Maybe for you,” he whined, reaching for a handful of the snack, “You’re not the one who’s a teenage parent.”

“Sucks to suck,” the annoyance replied, jerking the bag away from his outstretched hand. “And for your information,” she started, pointing a pretzel at him for emphasis, “I didn’t say anything. I was merely asking the man what his intentions with my genetic template were- which i guess were obvious based on what I just walked in on,” she shivered at the thought, ‘’Then he got a text or something and left,” She shrugged and threw the pretzel in her mouth before dumping the rest of the bag after it.

Dani looked thoughtfully into the empty bag before crumpling it up and throwing it at the waste bin across the room. It hit the wall next to the bin and bounced to the floor. They both stared at it laying there before Dani begrudgingly got up to throw it away properly.

Danny let the back of his head hit the floor as he closed his eyes. It was comforting that Jason’s departure hadn’t been about Dani showing up, however it was still worrying. The last- and only other time- Jason had left in such a hurry Danny hadn't heard from him for days. The man insisted he was fine and it was just a work thing but still…

“So what’s his deal anyway?” Dani asked, settling back down with a fresh bag of popcorn and a small green container. Danny looked at her, confused, as she dumped the green powder into the popcorn bag and shook it. Evidently she caught his questioning stare because she actually held out the bag for him. “It’s that ecto-cheese powder I was talking about. Dunno why it was under your bed, but it tastes fine to me.” Danny tentatively took a handful of the bright green popcorn. It wasn’t the color that was concerning, but moreso the ‘cheese’ part, like who the fuck puts cheese on popcorn? Visionaries apparently. He tried going back for another handful but Dani kicked him. The little brat (/affectionate).

“So?” Dani prompted as he nursed his wound.

“So what?” Danny asked, looking back at her as he reached for a snack of his own.

Dani rolled her eyes. “Jason,” she said plainly, “What’s his deal? Like I can tell he’s at least kinda dead, but like-’ she paused to gesture loosely at the air, “-is he like us or-?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Didn’t ask,” he shrugged. Dani raised an eyebrow. “Look, we just- haven’t had that conversation yet. We only just decided on being a legit couple like ten minutes before you showed up. Cut me some slack.”

His clone sighed and threw an unpopped kernel at him. “Fine, but that’s important stuff. And I wanna know the tea, so don’t even think about not telling me.”

Danny laughed and knocked his head against hers. “Sure thing kid. Hey, did I tell you that Vlad offered to get us an apartment?” Dani’s eyes widened. She opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by a gasp. Danny watched his own wisp of blue frozen air dissipate as they locked eyes.

“You wanna go see who’s ass we gotta kick?” He asked, mirroring Dani’s grin.

“Fuck yeah! But you’re telling me all about that phone call later.”

“Bet.”

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Pt. 13

#when you accidentally kill a clown #bucket writes things #fic #long post #dead on main #dp x dc #dp x dc jason todd #dp x dc danny fenton #i know father/daughter Dannies arent very popular but #i think its would be a runnibg gag between the two of them #they lowkey vibe more like sibling but dani likes being a little shit #i wonder what pulled Jason away so ubruptly

[lovingthereign25]

Fight for me 🤍

Part 1.

Fight, Fight, Fight that's all my husband and I have been doing for months. Joe and I have been married for almost 10 years, in that time we had arguments but never as bad as it's been the last year. We've been separated for about 5 months now and have made zero progress. As much as it kills me to say it, I think it's best if we get  a divorce.

Joe was on his way to bring our kids back for a weekend with him. I waited on the porch until I saw his car pull up. Our two girls get out of the car running to me while he gets our son out of the car seat. 

"Mama, I missed you"  our youngest daughter Karsyn smiles running into my arms.

" I missed you too my sweet baby" I kiss her head 

"Teo is over tired, didn't nap today" Joe says handing me our 1 year old.

" You have a package from C4 Energy" I say

"Thanks" he says following me into the house.

 "Ryanne and Karsyn take your bags up to your rooms please" Joe says to the girls.

 "Since the girls are upstairs can we talk in private for a minute?" I ask 

" What's up? " He asks, picking up Mateo who was following his daddy with his arms up .

"I've been thinking since it's been months we've been separated and no progress to work it out has been made, if maybe we should just put an end to it and finally go our separate ways." I say 

"Like what a divorce?" He asks cocking an eyebrow

" Yea I mean unless you think we can work this out  I mean I was hoping we could but Joe it's been 5 months!" I say

"If that's what you think is best then fine, we'll work something out with the kids" he finally says after a few minutes of silence

" Joe…" I start but am cut off by him

"Here bud go to Mama, Daddy has to go" he says handing me our son.

A few days later was a really big event for Joe. SummerSlam Joe or should I say "Roman Reigns" was the WWE undisputed champion and was facing Brock Lesnar which I always hated personally as his wife I feel like they've fought enough Brock was known to not follow rules in the ring and would end up hurting people. Anyway I flew to Nashville with my  best friend to help with the kids. Even though Joe and I have been separated for months no one knew about it besides our immediate family so when I go to these events we pretend everything is perfect.

I had a love hate relationship with coming to these events because as much as i loved seeing all  friends it made me miss being in the ring. I was sitting on some crates backstage talking to Bianca and her husband Montez and our friend Angelo. 

“Have you ever thought about coming back?” Montez asks

“Yea a lot actually” i admit 

“So what’s stopping you ?” Angelo asks

“As much as i love wrestling i love being a mom a hundred times more” i smile 

“Girl, you can do both Becky does it, Marsye does it, You got this “ Bianca says.

I find Joe in his locker room getting ready for his match.

“Hey, there you are , Where have you been?” he asks

“Just catching up, You okay?’’ i ask

“Yea, ready to be done with these matches with Brock honestly, after six or seven times it starting to kill me” he says 

“I know, i remember the toll it takes on your body, not to mention the injuries that comes with facing him and him doing whatever the hell he wants, it scares me every time you get in the ring with him” i say

“ I know , Y/n …” he starts but is interrupted by Paul telling us they are ready for him in the gorilla.

“Be safe. Please. “ i smile grabbing his hand 

“I'll do my best”he smirks, squeezing my hand . 

As i sat in the back watching what i think was the most brutal match between Joe and Brock Stepahnie Machon comes over to me 

“Y/n, what do you think of being on Smackdown this week?’ she asks 

“I’d love to. Can I ask why?’ i smile looking form the tv in the back to Steph quick

“Well lets just say we a superstar  supposed to send your Roman  a message, so i wanna get you in there for a good reaction ’ she says 

“Absolutely, i'll be there” i smile 

Looking up just in time to see Joe get the win over Brock in the Last Man Standing match.

“That's your man!” Stephanie smiles 

“ He sure is “ I smile back lying through my teeth.

Being at Smackdown was always a good time, usually I had the kids so everyone would be gushing over how cute they are, or how much they looked like Joe and I . 

My sister flew in to help with the kids which was such a relief. She took the kids back to the hotel before the actual show started.

I still didn't know what superstar was gonna return to send a message but I followed Jimmy,Jey and Joe to the gorilla waiting for our que to walk out

"Nervous?"Joe whispers 

"Never" I wink 

The music hits and we get our que to walk out. Joe stops so he can do his little pose with his belts. He looks over to me, smirks gives me a wink and we continue down the ramp Joe taking my hand in his for show.

Joe was talking about SummerSlam when Drew's music hit as Drew was about to come to the ring the light went low and what looked like a woman was standing at the top of the ramp, then all of sudden someone attacked Drew. It was Karian Kross a guy from NXT next thing I know Scarlett was at the bottom of the ring eyes on Joe, I step in front of Joe, Jimmy and Jey her eyes met mine as she place an hourglass in the ring

"If you know what's good for you I'd suggest you back the hell up" I say with no mic but loud enough for her to hear. She smirks, flips the hourglass and backs up.

After we head back stage Joe  was stopped by Triple H so Jimmy and Jey lead me to the locker room

"From what I saw out there it looks like you still got feelings for uce" Jey says bumping his shoulder into mine.

"Yea…well shut up" I smile 

"I knew it . You do .Man why y'all act like you don't though shit don't make sense" he says

Joe came in before I could answer

"Come on Jey let's go back up" Jimmy says leaving Joe and I alone.

"So how do you feel about Karion's message?" I ask

" I think the real question is how do you feel about Scarlett" he says 

" I don't feel anything as a long as she know her place and stays there"I shrug

I turned around to face Joe and was caught off guard by a kiss. 

#roman reigns imagine #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns smut #fight for me

[omegawhiskers]

Smackdown 10/11/23

Heel City

Tonight's Smackdown was a night for the heels.

Kevin Owen's joins the commentary team as he fills in for Corey Graves. Owen's was easily one of the highlights to this show. The stipulation for Owen's to be on commentary is that he can't put his hands on anyone, or else he will be suspended. Yup, Owens will be getting suspended.

LWO came out to the ring. Rey Mysterio recaps the loss to Logan Paul due to the brass knucks. Carlito struts on out and tells Rey that he should blame Santos Escobar because he left the knucks on the side of the side for Paul to use. Escobar leaves due to this false accusation.

Carlito stayed in the ring to wrestle Bobby Lashley. This wasn’t a good match. The focus was on B-Fab backstage watching the show and on Escobar coming back to assist Cruz Del Toro and Joaquin Wilde who were getting a beating from The Street Profits. Bobby eventually picked up the win, but Carlito got the post match beating. Escobar stood and watched like a real asshole. Rey came to help, but Escobar claimed that Carlito is not family. This leads to a Escobar going full heel as he and Rey got physical. Escobar crushed Rey's leg between the stairs and ring post. Somewhere Dom is smiling. This segment went on a little too long, but it gets Rey into a new storyline.

Our second main story for the night begins when Bayley comes out and demands an explanation as to why Kairi Sane got involved at Crown Jewel. Bayley's concern is that the last time Kairi was on TV, Bayley gave her a backstage beating. Damage CTRL, with Kairi, come out and they explain they're now stronger with Sane, and thanks to her, Iyo Sky retained the the title. Kairi tries to relieve Bayley's concern as she tells her she respects Bayley. A group hug is initiated, but Bayley is not into it. Despite her refusal, they all hug.

Before Damage CTRL can bask in the power of being a team, Charlotte, Bianca Belair and Asuka arrive to form an alliance against Damage CTRL. A graphic pops up that states tonight will be a 6-Woman Tag Team Match. How was this match announced so fast? This was as bizarre as MJF sending his Facetime conversation with Adam Cole from his phone to the TV monitor in a split second.

Time for a good match as Dragon Lee and Cedric Alexander showcased how much chemistry they have in the ring together. There was an insane spot where Lee was flung overhead and hit the turnbuckle. I replayed that spot like five times. Match of the night.

While I’m not a LA Knight fan, I think this was one of his better segments I’ve seen him in. He basically called Grayson Waller a paedophile which I found quite humorous. Knight is not done with his hunt for the WWE Universal Championship...

The Waller/Knight match was average at best with Knight taking the win. Post match, Kevin Owens would end up attacking Austin Theory and Waller after they tossed an empty bottle of water at Kevin Patrick, and no one disrespects Kevin Patrick. Owens is now off commentary.

The main event wasn't really anything match wise as it was there to set-up Askua joining Damage CTRL. Shotzi did come out to help, but Damage CTRL put the beat down on her as well. I'm guessing this is building to a Woman's WarGames match.

This episode was good, but it was missing some star power. The Bloodline, Logan Paul and John Cena were off the show, with a quick and pointless appearance from from Jimmy Uso backstage. I'm not sure who teams up with Charlotte, Shotzi and Bianca or who the last member for Damage CTRL will be for WarGames. The Smackdown Woman's roster is a bit thin.

#wwe smackdown #damage ctrl #bayley #iyo sky #kairi sane #rey mysterio #grayson waller #wargames #wwe shotziAsuka #asuka #lwo #santos escobar #carlito #zelina vega #logan paul #kevin owens #la knight

[heelmaryse]

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#too scared to say this somewhere other than the tags but sometimes i feel really bad for finn bc they insist on keeping him on raw #look no matter who’s on raw theyre always gonna end up playing second fiddle to the shield show #and i dont mean that in a rude/snide way like i understand wwe is super high on the shield guys and always have been since the start #but i just feel bad for all the other main event calibre talent on raw bc they will always be a supporting act to one of/all of the shield #in terms of wwe pecking order it’s so clear that the shield guys are on top or at least roman/seth are #which is fine but ughhhh #look basically what im trying to say is remember tlc last year finn beat aj clean? #and aj is the top talent on smackdown plus the wwe champ #so that means in terms of pecking order finn is on the same level as aj if not a bit higher bc he’s younger than him and has more years #in him than aj does #so imagine if finn was on smackdown.... #wwe allowed him to beat aj clean and aj is kinda lowkey vince’s fav #finn would DEFINITELY be wwe champion if he was on smackdown #instead he’s stuck in the shield’s shadow and it is soooo unfortunate #this is why im so against aj ever being drafted to raw #bc if youre on the same brand as roman/seth then youre sure as hell gonna be taking the pin from them more often than not #again this isnt a jibe at roman or seth or the shield it’s just me stating the way things are #basically the crux of these messy tags is #finn cant fully truly succeed if he’s in the same main event as roman or seth #which is why they should send him to smackdown #they sent aj to smacdkown and look at him now

[rhysismydaddy]

Unholy Matrimony Pt. 5 (Nessian)

Damnation Series

Parts 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 

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~Cassian~

A week later, I’m exceptionally proud to say I haven’t given in yet. No matter how much I want to.

Tensions the past seven days have been... high, to say the least.

Both of us are doing our absolute best to drive the other insane.

She’s doing it so I either sign the deed and give in or turn to someone else, both which would give her Sera back.

I’m doing it because if I have to suffer, she can bet her pretty ass she does, too.

Ironically, tonight’s our engagement party. A celebration of our undying love and an announcement to the world the Russians and Italians of New York should no longer hate and murder each other.  

They’re allowed to be sexually frustrated as hell, but no, they can’t kill each other.

I’m waiting for the little minx who’s spent the week making me regret ever even asking for the club, drinking bourbon so I’m too drunk to even be tempted by her--which is likely enough to kill me--when she finally deigns to grace me with her presence.

I take one look at her, starting at the high blonde ponytail that would wrap around my fist at least twice and ending at the very high, very red shoes I immediately want by my shoulders.

“Fuck.”

Obviously the reaction she was looking for, she smiles.

Her dress is a cream color thing that clings to her curves and is short enough to showcase her long legs. It’s somehow classy, while low enough to draw my eyes to her breasts as she comes down the stairs towards me.

Nesta stops right before me, close enough I smell the jasmine and vanilla of her skin, and looks at me through her lashes.

I turn my gaze to the ceiling, vowing to keep it there until I trust myself to not do something stupid like tell her she’s the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen.

“I’m so fucked,” I mutter hopelessly.

If possible, she comes closer, sliding all the interesting, female parts of her against me. “You would be if you just gave me back my shit.”

I glare down at her. “I don’t like to lose.”

“Would you really be losing?”

I keep my mouth shut, because the answer to that question is a big fat no. God, she’s good.

“Tell me again why you refuse to put us out of our misery?” I ask in return, trying to remind myself who the fuck I am.

Even though I wonder if it is our misery. I can’t read her, can’t tell if this is affecting her like it is me.

She gives me a cold look. “What do you see happening after we get married, exactly? You think you’ll work a few hours at the club I spent three years building from the ground up, come home and eat a home cooked meal, then fuck your complacent little wife however you want?”

I have no idea what to say, because when she puts it like that, I sound like the biggest douche in the world.

Nesta sees the hesitation in my eyes and rolls hers. “It’ll be a cold day in hell before I allow you to disrespect me like that, stronzo.”

“I respect you,” I say immediately, meaning the words.

“Just not enough to value my career.”

“Nesta-”

“Deal with it. If you somehow keep the board from voting you out in the next two weeks and manage to not sleep with me--which is unlikely, considering the way you look at me--the club will be yours.” She takes a step back, steeling her spin. “But I will not.”

I’m conflicted as hell, torn between wondering if she’s just playing me or being sincere.

Apparently done with the verbal smackdown, Nesta spins towards the door.

Hand on the handle, she turns back around and cocks her head. And then she answers the questions I hadn’t realized I’d been too scared to ask.

“No and yes.”

My brows raise. “What?”

“No, it hasn’t all been just me trying to mess with you. Yes, I want you as much as you want me. But I respect myself too much to allow someone who blazes into my life and steals something from me without a care or even a real negotiation to have my body, too.”

She walks out the door, leaving me standing in the living room stunned.

I eventually follower her down to the garage and we leave for the party Rhys is hosting for us downtown. But even though I go through the motions once we arrive, my mind is on the woman next to me the entire night.

I hate admitting it, but she’s right.

I took something that belonged to her, didn’t even question talking to her first, then acted like she was in the wrong for doing whatever she could to get it back.

I’ve said I like how strong and independent she is, but I tried to take that independence and turn her into something else. I bulldozed my way into her life, then acted like I was the one inconvenienced by it.

And seriously, why am I even fighting for this place? Yeah, I like it and think it’s unique, but the place is above board. Which to me translates as boring.

The past two weeks, I’ve had to go to investment meetings, deal with sending out the nightly invitations for entrance, and plan events for upcoming holidays. Things I never do with my other properties.

I hate managing things--I hire people to do that kind of thing for me. But I know I can’t hire someone, because who the hell besides my fiancé would do the job right?

No one.

I realize that on the drive home, and it gets me thinking. By the time we’re inside the apartment, I’m already mentally finalizing the details.

I tell her I have to take care of something, go to my office, and close the door.

Then I pull up the marriage contract, along with the deed to Sera, and hit print.

~Nesta~

A week after our engagement party, I realized I’ve started to lose hope.

Cassian’s managed to wrangle or bribe or threaten the board into not voting him out, and the employees have stopped calling me to ask when I’m coming back. He hasn’t touched me or tried to seduce me in six days--probably a record for him--and I start to feel like I’ve lost.

My club will be his in a week, and after we’re married, only him signing the deed over will get it back. Something that will never happen, considering it’d be a serious hit to his pride to do something as weak as give me what’s rightfully mine.

My club will be his, but like I said, I won’t.

Which honestly is just as upsetting.

Even though he’s a stubborn, boneheaded stronzo with a big enough ego for us both, it’s hard for me to overlook the moments of the past three weeks that haven’t revolved around Sera.

Little moments that have made it harder for me to pull away from him.

He’s made me laugh more than anyone I’ve ever met, whether with his foul sense of humor or stories about his violent, wild childhood. He stopped leaving the toilet seat up when I pointed it out. He hasn’t said a word about me ordering take-out all the time or working in bed while he tries to sleep.

He even dealt with one of Alexei’s buyers for me when they tried to renegotiate the price originally agreed upon.

And he hasn’t really pressed the celibacy thing. Sure, he’s complained about it enough for me to want to smack him, but I don’t know any other Made Men, Russian or Italian, that would’ve respected my wish after how much I’ve teased him.

If he would just-

I cut that train of thought off and focus on the report in front of me, because at this point, it’s obvious he won’t.

I sip my wine, which is starting to grow on me, and look over shipment records from one of Alexei’s yards, flagging crates that need to be smuggled instead of brought in through the main channels. Repressing a groan at the thought, I realize I’ll have to go down one night this week and make sure they arrive without problem.

I take another long pull from my glass.

“Drinking to forget?” Cassian asks, leaning in the doorway of the bedroom and looking me over.

I shrug, not much in the mood for banter.

“I got you something.”

Sighing, I reply, “Yeah, me too. It’s on the nightstand.”

His brow furrows as he walks over and picks up the ring box, opening it to look at the titanium band inside.

Just another symbol of our lifelong, happy, sexless marriage.

He puts the ring back in the box and extends a hand. “It isn’t a ring.”

“What is it?”

“Get your ass out of bed and find out.”

I would, except I don’t want to. And I don’t really want whatever stupid, materialistic thing he’s bought me-

He closes my laptop and pulls the cover back, ducking when I swing a fist towards his head. “Violent little wolf,” he teases.

“Stop calling me that,” I demand, trying in vain to keep the blanket on me so he can’t tell I’m not wearing anything underneath the t-shirt I stole from him.

He pauses, sighs, and scoops me up, blanket and all. “I love watching you fight how much you love me calling you that.”

“I don’t have to fight anything except he overwhelming urge to smack you.”

Cassian just huffs, walking us out of the room, through the living room, and into his office. Then he puts me down, smacks my butt to get me moving, and grunts when I elbow him in the ribs.

“Maybe this will fix your bad mood,” he mutters, flipping the light switch on and bathing the office in golden light.

I take an involuntary step forward, eyebrows going high on my forehead.

I’ve only been in here once before, just long enough to notice the obnoxiously big desk and wall of windows behind it. I’d taken in the black leather couch and wing-backed chairs, determined it was a typical male office for a typical male, and vowed to work somewhere else.

But that was a while ago, and it’s obvious he’s done some home improvement.

There are decidedly now two desks in the corners near the windows, angled in to the middle of the room where two cream-colored leather chairs sit. The desks are identical, mahogany and classic without being ostentatious.

A rug covers the hardwood floors, a deep maroon color that matches small details throughout the room.

It’s beautiful.

Cassian leads me with his hands on my shoulders to one of the desks, and I let him guide me around to the chair and push me down in the soft leather.

I look up to ask him what this is about, but he jerks his chin to the desk where to two papers lie.

One is the deed to Sera.

A rush of surprise goes through me as I see he’s transferred the building back over to me, even going so far as to deem the process irreversible. It’s signed and dated a week ago, the night of our engagement party.

My eyes are shiny as I look at the other document and read through it.

“What is this?”

“A partnership, of sorts,” Cassian explains, leaning a hip on the- my desk like he did in his Capo’s office. “You’re now a partner at my businesses, and if you sign, I’ll be yours.”

My eyes find his, and I see that he’s serious but still choke out, “What?”

He smiles and shrugs, like signing over half of your life’s work is easy. “You had me pegged when you first saw me and figured out I’m a fighter. I hate everything about running a business except the in-person negotiating and knitty gritty shit. It’s boring to me, and while I can do it, I’m not nearly as good at it as you are.”

“Cassian-”

“So run them both. I’ll do the day to day shit I know you hate, and you’ll do the rest.”

I can’t hardly process what he’s saying.

“What if we disagree?” It’s a valid question, considering we’ve basically been fighting the entire time we’ve been engaged.

“We talk about it and try to figure it out. And if we can’t, the original owner has the final call and veto power in all situations.” His eyes say he knows how important it is to me as he says, “You’ll still be in control of your property, and I’ll still be in control of mine.”

I don’t know why I’m still asking questions, because it sounds great, but there’s one more thing I want to know.

“Why?”

He sighs, sitting on the desk fully and looking down at me with open, honest eyes. “Because I’m tired of doing this shit alone. I’m tired of going to work and dealing with every single thing and then coming home and having no one who understands.”

He looks out the window, shoulders tight. “I thought you’d be like my friends’ wives, which is why I was such an ass. I thought you’d be just another thing for me to take care of, and I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to realize you could be my partner, not just my wife.”

His eyes are back on mine, the heat in them making my heart pound. “I’m sorry, Nesta. I’m sorry I stole Sera in the first place, then refused to hear you out and give it back. I have a tendency to be a little stubborn.”

My lips twitch, and his eyes soften at the sight.

“But what you said about respecting yourself stuck. I don’t want you to feel like I don’t respect you, because I do. You’re smarter than me, cool when I’m rash, and have the mind for business I never have.” He smiles softly. “I know you’re just as alone as me, and just as tired of it. So say yes.”

I feel a smile on my face as I get to my feet, moving to stand between his thighs. “Are you just doing this so I’ll sleep with you?”

He sighs, dropping his head in shame to rest against my chest. “You caught me.”

My arms wrap around his shoulders, his going around my waist, and I use the opportunity to play in his hair. It’s so soft and curly, and he makes a content sound as I run my hands through it.

“Are you saying yes, little wolf?” he murmurs against my collarbone, dropping his head to rub his face across my breasts.

I roll and tug his hair to keep the randy bastard away. “Yes, pervert, I’m saying yes.”

Cassian smiles a big, goofy smile so ridiculously charming I lean in and kiss him.

His hands lock at my waist, resting on the curve of my back, and for a moment, he just lets me kiss him.

It isn’t our first kiss by any means, but it’s the first one where neither of us have ulterior motives, so I take my time.

I kiss his top lip, his bottom lip. Find I like them both equally.

My hands work across his shoulders, the thick muscles contracting under my hands, and I sigh his name.

Cassian’s hands fist in the fabric of my pajamas--which happen to still be his shirt--and draws me closer. He kisses my neck, inhaling deeply.

“You smell so fucking good,” he mutters, biting down softly and making me gasp. “It drives me crazy.”

His hands slip to the back of my thighs, then I’m on his lap, knees on the desk next to his hips. “You drive me crazy,” he clarifies.

He kisses me again, hands sliding up my thighs to my ass to grind me against him. Callouses scrape against my skin as he sweeps the shirt off and tosses it behind me.

“Shit,” he murmurs, eyes dropping to take me in.

The fact that he’s still fully dressed while I’m in nothing but my underwear makes me feel even more exposed, doing strange things to my mind. I start unbuttoning his shirt while he kisses down my chest.

He teases one with his hand while he takes the other in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the peak. I squirm, pressing my hips more fully against is, but he holds me still, kissing and teasing me until I can’t take it anymore.

“Cassian,” I murmur, tugging his hair to pull his gaze to mine. “Thank you for the desk. I love it.”

His brows furrow, and I can see him start to think about how much I’ve teased him, but before he can worry that’s what I’m doing, I whisper, “Now fuck me on it. Please.”

A muscle in his jaw flickers, and his fingers dig into the flesh of my hips.

Before I can say another word, he stands and spins us around, sliding me on the desk. He holds my thighs around his hips, and then an idea seems to dawn.

“Wait right here.”

“Seriously?” I ask, even though he’s already half-way out of the room.

“Don’t you dare fucking move!” is the shouted response.

I roll my eyes, but he’s back quickly, holding the red stilettos I wore to our engagement party. I howl with laughter, and a faint blush colors his cheeks, but he stays firm in his desire and puts them on the floor beside my feet.

Then he leans against the window and watches while I slip them on.

His golden eyes blaze as I lean back on my elbows and slowly spread my thighs, in nothing but lace panties and heels.

“I’ll buy you all the desks you want, if you sit on them like that.”

Laughter bubbles out of me, and he’s suddenly on me, leaning over me to kiss me in a frenzy.

I rip his shirt open, and he doesn’t even break the kiss as he throws it to the floor. I hear the telltale clink of a belt, and then he stands up to slide my panties down, grab my legs, and guide them up.

I feel him brush over the center of me, instinctively lifting my hips to give him a better angle.

But he doesn’t give me what I want.

Cassian just stands there, gaze gliding from the hells on his shoulders to the apex of my thighs.

“Hold that thought,” he mutters, dropping to his knees and putting his mouth on me before I can even blink.

My back leaves the desk, a gasp escaping me.

“Cassian.”

“I want you to come on my tongue, then you get to come on my cock.”

“Cassian.”

He hums, the sensation sending shivers down my spin. He kisses me like he’s doing it for him, not me, mouth on every part of me it can reach.

I can see the lines of his tattoos on his shoulders, the top of his curly hair. It’s too much to handle, so I just lay back down on the desk and throw my hands above my head to hold on to the edge of the desk.

The only time he stops is to tell me things that apparently can’t wait five minutes, but I don’t even care because every word out of that sinful mouth makes me burn hotter.

“Come for me,” he demands breathlessly a few minutes later.

“Don’t boss me around,” I groan, even as I do exactly what he wants.

He lets me ride it out, dropping kisses to my thighs and stomach and hips.

As soon as I catch my breath, he’s on his feet, putting me in the exact position I was in earlier.

And then he’s pushing inside me, and I honestly almost come again from the feel alone. “Thank God,” I groan, the past three reminding me of the misery teasing him put me through.

“Fucking hell, you’re perfect.”

Hands on my thighs, he holds me in place as he starts to move. But as he picks up speed, going harder with each thrust, his hands have to slip to my thighs to keep me still.

I say his name, sounding like I’m begging him for something, and he groans. His head’s thrown back, bare skin shining and making him look likesome sort of beautiful devil.

“Hurry up, little wolf,” he almost pleads.

The sound of that stupid fucking nickname does me in, and I come with a loud moan. I would’ve kicked him in the head if he hadn’t immediately dropped down on top of me to kiss me without abandon.

His hips still but he keeps kissing me until he has to break for air.

I’m boneless and limp beneath him, and he looks me over with male satisfaction.

Then his mouth drops open, betrayal in his eyes, and he says, “I just realized you didn’t speak even French! All these weeks of me fucking fantasizing about that... well, I guess we’ll just have to do it again.”

“Accorde moi un instant,” I pant in French, asking for a moment.

He grins down at me. “Take your time. We have a lifetime.”

My lips twitch, and I don’t stifle the urge to smile.

I’m about to say something, but then his expression turns serious. “You realize I have to fuck you on my desk now. Equality and whatnot.”

I laugh and pull his mouth to mine. “As long as you know I’m still not giving you my side of the bed.”

He tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth. “We can share.”

~

We get married seven days later, surrounded by a crowd of family, dirty politicians, thieves, drug and arms dealers, and friends.

In the past week, we’ve solidified our business model to a thing of perfection. I handle public relations, real estate and development, and negotiations for the shipping business. Cassian handles both the Bratva and Cosa Nostra soldiers in New York, training new recruits, drug distribution, and negotiations for the arms business.

Basically, I do what I’m good at, and he does what he’s good at.

I know it’s ridiculous to trust someone with half my business after only a month of knowing them, but like Cassian said, I was tired of doing this shit alone.

I’d been dreading the future, dreading taking over and doing everything myself. And now I don’t have to.

I have him to lean on, him to trust.

Looking up, I notice him watching me as we dance, not at all paying attention to the crowd. “What are you thinking about, little wolf?”

“I’m thinking how I thought of this marriage as nothing but an alliance at first. I guess it still is that, but... it’s also more.” He spins us around to the music, watching me with a knowing expression. “You’re more to me than that. And I’m... I’m happy. Working with you and the thought of our future makes me happy.”

He smiles. 

“You love me,” he states with quiet confidence. 

My heart starts pounding, because I’ve never told a living person that before. 

But it’s never been true before, and it is now, so I respond steadily, “I do.”

“I love you, too, Nesta Orlov. Have since the moment I saw you.” He sounds so relaxed about it, the words falling from his lips so easily.

“Doesn’t it scare you?” I ask, not understanding how he’s the calm one all of a sudden. 

“Anything you love something, there’s the risk you could lose it or it could hurt you.” Cassian brushes a thumb over my cheek. “But I could never be scared to love you.”

I shake my head and start to say something, but he cuts me off. 

“Every morning, when you wake up, there’s this little moment where you look around, confused. And then you look at me, and that hesitation in your eyes just... melts.” He dips me, wrapping his arms tight around me. “You look at me like you trust me, and love me, and want me.”

He presses a soft kiss to my lips. “That look is worth every risk and hardship and whatever else loving someone entails.”

I kiss him back as he brings us to standing. “Italians are such saps.”

He shows off the smile I’ve realized he only gives me, and I say the words I know he needs to hear just as badly as I did. “I love you, Cassian. You’re worth the risk, too.”

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[pollylynn]

Title: Legate WC: 900 Episode: Scared to Death (5 x 17)

Javier Esposito is not the Work Child she usually has to worry about killing. She rather regularly has to think about disposing of his body, should Lanie finally and justifiably snap, should a hundred leered at, lusted after witnesses and persons of interest suddenly stampede through the precinct, out for blood. But her hands are clean, and if Javi winds up in the pine barrens, she’s well aware that’s not on her. 

In general, this is true. When things are functioning as usual, his imminent death is not being mapped out in great detail in the back of her mind. But things are definitely not functioning as usual, and she’s inclined to reassure herself that she’ll pick him out a nice spot in the barrens. 

It starts with a minor irritation. Castle is, of course, captivated by the possibilities inherent in the murder of Val Butler. He is counting horseshoes and wind chimes. Castle is definitely being extra Castle, and as usual, the universe has conspired so that Perlmutter has caught the case, which is terrible in two important ways: First, the position of the person who thinks it’s her job to rein in Castle on the weird ones has very definitely been filled already, thank you very much, Detective Esposito, and second, Lanie isn’t there to take care of the potentially messy parts of ending the Work Child she doesn’t usually have to worry about killing. 

But all that pettiness gets swept away when Esposito takes a turn for the truly weird. He’s suddenly Castle’s best friend when they’re all feeling their way through the dark of Jason Bennet’s Hoboken apartment. He’s suddenly asking bizarre questions as Castle stumbles and crunches something underfoot that she just hopes wasn’t some kind of vital clue. Detective Javier Esposito is tipping the scales of their little operation to the decidedly weird, and she wants to know why. 

She doesn’t ask Javi. She’s apt to punch him in the nose right now if she tried to ask him, and he’d take his life into his own hands by dissembling. She shakes Ryan down for the intel instead, and she never in a million years thought that the day would come when Kevin Ryan turned a shade of red she’s never seen before. But he does. He turns a shade of red that clashes mightily with his sweater vest, and he mumbles something about a will. About Castle’s will and who’s in it. 

She’s paralyzed by the admission at first. She’s absolutely stymied as Ryan engages butt-covering mode and insists that he told Javi how lousy a thing it was to wonder about, how it was inviting a smackdown from the almighty. But she’s dazed. She wanders away from the stammering, one-sided conversation and tries to will her head clear. She tries to send herself back in time to a point before the moment when she was so foolish as to ask this damned question of Ryan or anyone. She tries to un-think about the last will and testament of Richard Castle altogether.

She doesn’t want to think about it, because who wants to think about the matter when it comes to anyone they care about. Hell, who even wants to think about it when it comes to the neighbor you hate, the one who bitches constantly. She doesn’t want to think about it because of Paris and how badly  that could have gone. But mostly she doesn’t want to think about it, because to think, about it is to wonder if she’s . . . in it. 

She’s no Javier Esposito looking for a Ferrari or Knicks tickets or even a basic cash infusion. She writhes inside to contemplate any of those things. She writhes every time she’s forced to think about things like the small fortune of Richard Castle, and how far it is from her experience. let alone how that small fortune should be divvied up. That’s not what preoccupies her, though. That’s not what paralyzes her and makes her suddenly self-conscious about everything. 

It’s not about the money or the material things he might or might not bequeath to her in any such document. It isn’t even—anymore, anyway—that her heart rate picks up and she starts sweating profusely at the thought that he might have formalized his once-informal request to look after Alexis and shoot any frisky boyfriends. Alexis, after all, is a woman, not a child. 

It’s not specifically about a worry that he’s somehow saddled her with adopting a young woman who is twenty going on fifty-five. It’s generally about the worry that he’s the kind of person who might do that. He might try to bind her to his life in a host of stunningly creative ways. 

He’s the kind of person who carries his bucket list around with him, creased and worn with handling. And he’s the kind of person who is utterly unfazed when  she plucks the thing out of his hand and reads out her own name and his quiet ambitions for them—Be with Kate. It’s the kind of person he is: He makes long-term plans. 

And now, thank you Detective Javier Esposito and his delusions of inheritance, she can’t help wondering if she’s part of them. She can’t help wondering what the Last Will and Testament of Richard Castle might have to say on the question. 

A/N: The constantly shifting last will and testament of Richard Castle is without morphousness. I don’t know what possessed Brain!Poneh here. 

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[siennahrobek]

She had thought they would make it

It was hard, securing the officers’ reluctant cooperation and trying to make sure they did not back stab her or Master Feemor. None of them were any friendly, but she supposed they were hostages, prisoners, whatever they wanted to call themselves. No one had much choice in the matter. Ahsoka just wished she could make them understand; change their minds. But all were adamant, and their views did not change. The Jedi were traitors, the clones nothing more than just fodder, droids encased in flesh to be used and thrown away.

So, the two of them made routines, spent days on the edge, barely eating anything. They had made it nearly two days and everything seemed at least vaguely fine. She and Master Feemor may have been insanely tired, but they kept going. At the end of this, the both of them would need a long nap after this; after spending so many hours awake and alert.

Even with some of her anxiety with how things had been going, how things had gone and so on and so forth, she had felt plenty of relief too. Because this was happening, and it was happening well. They were saving an entire cruiser of troopers, so many she could free. She hadn’t really had the chance to save her boys in the 501st – aside from her 332nd company – but she could save these boys. They deserved it. They all did.

She had confidence in her reckless on-the-fly plan. It had panned out in a way that was good. It was going well. It may have been last minute and rather hasty, even she knew that, but she had learned from the best. Biting back feelings and memories of Anakin, she tried just to keep moving forward.

Don’t think, just do.

Master Feemor, unfortunately, did not share her confidence and feelings on the matter. He never let it show on his face or in his body language, but Ahsoka could feel his anxiety just barely leaking through his shields in the force. Even though, despite their predicament, things were going well. She had tried to shake off the creeping thoughts that the jedi master didn’t care much about the soldiers.

It wasn’t impossible. It was not very common for any jedi to actually dislike the clones outwardly. Few were neutral about them, while the vast majority cared about them. They weren’t just beings like that a jedi vowed to help and protect, but there was some kind of mutual and parallel understanding and care for one another. It came from some of the similarities of their morals and life philosophies. Some aspects of their cultures could be near intertwined. It came from their comradery, their loyalty and work with one another. Sometimes it felt like they were made for each other

And really there was nothing quite like war to bring two peoples together.

And no war had brought two peoples together like this one with the troopers and the jedi.

She didn’t know Master Feemor’s feelings on the troopers. And she really should not make assumptions.

He was here, wasn’t he?

One of them, between Ahsoka and Master Feemor, was on the bridge at all times to watch the non-clone officers and regulate their communications down to what the two jedi wanted. What Ahsoka wanted. All non-essential personnel from the area were escorted to the brig, which was locked and closed off with a pile of rations to keep them alive. They had forced the bridge itself to send out a specific message to the crew, with a story about what was happening and where they were going.

Whoever was not on the bridge was sneaking around the ship. With the help of the Force and a medical droid, they had saved and de-chipped two medics, Sleep and Stitch Up. Trying to explain what had happened to them and what was currently happening to them was a lot more difficult that Ahsoka thought as she didn’t fully understand it all herself.

But, like the soldiers that they were, they pushed personal feelings aside to continue further and suddenly, Ahsoka had allies she could use. Together, they caught and de-chipped several troopers, hiding them away until the time was right. They tucked themselves out of sight and out of mind, away from suspicious eyes so they would not give their free will back. The system was slow, but Ahsoka’s confidence continued to rise as time went on. The bridge natborns were currently mostly cooperative and the vessel was full speed to Kamino. They would make it and reunite with the others. They could be de-chipped and freed. She could save them.

She could do this.

She and Skyguy had done way more dangerous and reckless things and plans than this.

They could make it.

***

They did not make it.

Looking back, Feemor had probably knew things would not end as smoothly and successfully as Ahsoka had intended. He tried, though. He kept mentioning holes in her plans, things she could at least attempt to fix and even offered patches to them. He tried not to infuriate her, to his credit. He had a quiet and friendly tone and his patience reminded her of Master Obi-Wan. As she tried to patch holes and plans, it became clear he was willing to die for her or her plan, if it had come to it, if it had been necessary. The terrifying thought, it had virtually come to that.

She just seemed to have forgotten how sneaky and manipulative officers could be.

***

Ahsoka would see the footage later. She would obsess over it, watching it over and over and over again until it was engrained so deeply in her mind that she could never forget it. She would remember the soft click of a lock and the whoosh of the sliding door, and a force moving so quickly a defense was near impossible.

She hadn’t been anywhere nearby. She hadn’t known how the officers got the word out to the bridge, how they had gotten help from others.

Master Feemor was on the bridge when they came in, a number of several officers, accompanied by two clone troopers. Everything had moved so fast that Master Feemor’s saber had only gotten through two of them before they got too close for his saber to be a defense and he was overwhelmed by everyone around him. She would remember the sad, resigned look on his face as they came at all sides, fitting in any blows they could to his body.

She would remember how they left him, bloody and bruised, with darkening skin from popped blood vessels and at least one broken bone.

She would remember the two clones who wouldn’t - couldn’t - stop beating him, long after the Jedi was defeated and on the ground. Long after he was incapacitated. They would kill him, as their orders demanded. She would remember the blaster shots ringing through the recording that traveled through each of the clone’s heads. Shot by a bridge officer, one who was given a gun by another newcomer that had come in with them. The way Master Feemor’s already bruised and bloodied torso jerked in shock, startled, and the dullness of his face as he stared at the now deceased troopers fallen before him, glassy eyed and skin ashen.

The officer had grinned and sneered, mustering all of his distain and disgust for both the Jedi and the clone troopers with his next words. “You should thank me, master Jedi,” he sneered. “I just saved your life from those drones.”

She would remember Master Feemor’s grief eventually, with some other form of determination and something else; a resignation of what he believed to be his demise. She would eventually be able to understand why he thought that.

“They were men,” he replied, quiet and grieving but still a type of strong and resolute. “I am fairly certain you will regret that.”

The half a dozen troopers she had freed listened closely as the captain of the vessel made an announcement, demanding Ahsoka’s surrender. To give herself up or he would execute master Feemor.

The officer made one mistake. He gave her time.

***

She had already locked on to Kamino’s coordinates; the captain of the ship could not change them. It was clear he was in charge, but she vowed not for long. She would take control again. All the officers could do was continue as the ship had kept through hyperspace towards the watery and stormy planet.

But they wouldn’t get there in time.

She kept the medics, Sleep and Stitch Up collecting and de-chipping brothers discreetly, while she requested others to tweak the hyperdrive. She knew the risks, making those specifications and changes to the machinery. It could move them significantly faster, but it burned fuel and parts at a rate where there was a chance of explosion.

They still didn’t question her and carried out her orders.

To them, she was a jedi, she saved them, they could trust her.

If it worked, they would all get to Kamino quickly enough to rendezvous with the rest of the fleet. And if they did, they could get help.

Flanked by two troopers, Ahsoka tried to formulate a plan. She could create a distraction while the other two could go and get Master Feemor, who had been moved to brig, awaiting execution.

“We cannot do this without him,” Ahsoka confessed.

In truth, she didn’t want to do this without him. He was Master Obi-Wan’s brother and honestly, she had a feeling he didn’t know about this one. Her grand master would want to get to know him, she was fairly certain.

They believed her.

Creating a distraction, in and of itself, was not difficult. She just happened to be in some other area of the ship, as massive as it was, and her presence was rather alluring and tempting. She couldn’t blend into the human officers and clone troopers like others possibly could. While the bridge officers scrambled to get a hold of someone in the area to arrest her, she would swiftly move just enough. Her partners, Reject and Smackdown, had quietly made their way into the brig. It wasn’t quite as guarded as they had been expecting, as Reject would tell her later, but perhaps it had something to do with the captain’s confidence in his retaking of the ship. Their confidence after killing their jedi general, the type of people some often saw as unkillable. Or, rather, watching the clones, sentient beings, become so easily brainwashed and forced to kill the jedi.

Master Feemor hadn’t been in good shape but after quick look over from Stitch Up and a stim, he was at the very least, conscious and mobile.

Ahsoka continued to lead the officers and others on a wild gundark chase.

Things had been looking up, she thought. She believed they could make it. They were almost there. Any minute and they would drop into the safety of Kaminoan space, controlled by jedi and clones. She nearly made it back to Master Feemor, making absolute fools out of the bridge officers and everyone involved.

Then, once again, things went wrong.

Her luck ran out.

(Her Skywalker luck)

There were consequences.

The hyperdrive had been pushed too much too far and it was overheating. A small explosion had already occurred, and the heat was already sweltering through the halls. Master Feemor, Reject and Smackdown were already in the engine room, trying so hard to fix what could not be fixed, when Ahsoka finally made it to them.

The heat and sparking engine had done damage. The jedi and clone duo were kneeling next to a slowly dying trooper as she ran in. His armor was cracked with fissures, other parts literally melted into his skin. His helmet had exploded, and his face covered in still smoking and searing burns.

He was dying.

And there was no saving him.

It was only moments now.

The hyperdrive would explode once they left hyperspace. It was over. There was nothing left to do.

“I can push the explosion out,” Master Feemor had said, his voice quiet and continually resigned, his presence calming into something of peace, of some acceptance. Ahsoka wondered if this what being a jedi was, just dying for people. It seemed rather similar to how many of the clones felt about themselves. “I’m rather good at it. When it goes off, I can push it away from the ship and you will have a chance to escape,” he explained.

“That will kill you.”

He shrugged. “Very possibly. But it is my duty as a jedi. If I have to die to help others, then my life is a gift I willingly give,” he continued, his presence relaxed and ready.

This was not how Ahsoka thought it would go. This was not how she wanted it to go.

She was supposed to save their lives. Not lead them to death.

“Don’t get me wrong, parts of the ship will explode and fail, there is nothing I can do about that,” Master Feemor added with a frown as he tried to urge them further away, away from what would happen, whether it would save them or not. He was trying and in that moment, the only thing she could think of was that she wanted Master Obi-Wan to meet this man, this person who was supposed to be his brother. It was an odd thought to have in their current and rather dire situation. But it was the one that she was having and she couldn’t quite stop it. “But if you time it right and get out of here, get help quickly, many can still be saved.”

Ahsoka wanted to argue but one look at him and she knew. There was nothing to say.

Reject and Smackdown volunteered to stay. Master Feemor would argue but they would be adamant. They would stay to hep in any way they could. To give what they could. It appeared they rather liked him.

She would never see Smackdown again. Later, she would be told he nearly disintegrated completely, but Master Feemor would give him some peace and solace in his last moments before the fires consumed him. Reject would lose his left arm as well as half his sight.

Ahsoka, at some point, didn’t know if Master Feemor would survive, even after she found out he was still breathing.

He had saved so many lives.

She had doomed so many others.

Still, so many had died in the ensuing explosion, no matter how much Master Feemor had done to redirect it. There was still damage. And the officers still controlled the bridge.

Once they had left hyperspace, into Kamino territory, near surrounded by ships that Ahsoka knew were jedi and troopers, the bridge officers had frantically fired upon the nearest venator they had seen. To harm? To get attention? She didn’t really know but she didn’t think she could bring herself to care in that moment.

So many were dead.

“I’m not entirely sure what happened after that,” Ahsoka confessed. Master Obi-Wan had taken her to the nearest free room, none of the medical ones, as they were piling up with injured and dying troopers from the ship she had tried so desperately and recklessly to save. Accompanying him had been Master Vos and an abnormally large clone captain she didn’t recognize, radiating a twinge of anger. His shields were good. She did not want to have a peek under them.

Master Vos tried to look over her injuries, but she did not make it easy on him.

“Suddenly, it was like the troopers were on the ground, some injured, other stunned and different troops flooded in,” she explained, rubbing her arms in some form of a comforting gesture. Master Obi-Wan stood next to her, as if he moved any further away, she would disappear from his sight forever. “They escorted me to this medical ship and here I am.”

Master Obi-Wan had hugged her so tight she felt like she couldn’t breathe when they had reunited. He was so happy she was alive and so worried and scared and sad and grieving and there was such a myriad of emotions that she had barely the faintest touch of before he slammed them down behind impenetrable shields.

He was fighting a sigh now, as her story came to a close, she could see it. He ran a hand through his beard as he tried to think of something to speak, his eyes full of even more grief and sadness. He didn’t want to say what she knew he was going to say but for him, it had to be said. “That was reckless,” he croaked out. “You should not have done that, Ahsoka,” he confessed. “But-.”

She didn’t let him finish. All she could feel was defensiveness coming to her aid. “I couldn’t just abandon them,” she defended hotly, her cynical and unapologetic comeback burning in as her shoulders bristled. She had done the right thing. She had to have done the right thing. They were brainwashed. She wanted to help them.

He looked sympathetic, like he understood her plight. Did he? She wasn’t certain. She couldn’t quite calm her mind to think straight. “No one is abandoning them,” he insisted, calm and steady. How could he possibly be like this? She had a hard time believing him and it was quite clear. How could he say that when so many troops were under the influence of brainwashing and mind control? The 501st was decimated with it, trapped in the oppressive regime of the new Empire, under the horrible rule of a Sith master. Just because their chips were already activated, and they could not be warned meant they were meant as some kind of necessary sacrifice?

“That is what it looks like to me.” She snapped. She nearly winced at her tone. It was cruel and she knew it. Master Obi-Wan took it in stride, however, and did not show his pain at it.

“We need a plan,” Master Vos said instead, just as steady. “We don’t have the strength, or the numbers or the strategy to currently take over everything and everyone with activated chips.”

“What did you do anyways?” the captain asked, crossing his arms over his broad chest. He looked at her expectantly, his gaze scrutinizing her. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see some hand signs from Master Obi-Wan, no doubt directed towards him. So, they knew each other, interest. The captain kept going despite it. “What plan, what strategy did you have?”

Ahsoka just narrowed her eyes, gaze flickering. “Who are you?”

“This is Captain Alpha-17,” Obi-Wan introduced, a bit uneasily, his hands moving to try to subside his awkwardness. He was still standing close to her but shifted to be a bit between the two of them. Glancing over at the captain, he kept going. “Seven, this is…this is my grand padawan, Ahsoka Tano.”

It was the captain’s turn to narrow his eyes, suspicion and caginess overflowing in a way that almost made her feel offended. He did not trust her but on the other hand, she was fairly certain this man didn’t really trust anyone. She wondered what Master Obi-Wan had done to earn his loyalty. It didn’t seem like something that he handed out readily or easily. “They left the Skywalker traitor have a child?” he scoffed.

Ahsoka bristled, her shoulders and montrals shivering in aggression. She couldn’t help but come to her former master’s defense, it was practically instinctual. So many people, usually non jedi, had been surprised that Anakin had a padawan and often questioned his ability. “He was a great master.”

“He is a traitor,” Alpha-17 insisted. “And a murderer. But we are not here to argue with you.”

“Why are you here?”

“Ahsoka,” Master Obi-Wan warned, quietly, interrupting the match of strength and stubbornness. He kept his voice level, not showing whichever side he took, if he had one at all. He continued, patient and gentle. “I would like you to head to the medical bay, either here or on my ship. Any ship really, to get checked out.”

“I’m not injured.”

“Nonetheless,” he cleared his throat and continued, keeping his gaze on her and her alone. She had his full attention at the moment. “A medic will be the judge of that. And I would appreciate it.”

“I’m not a Jedi anymore.”

It sounded cruel, saying it out loud because they knew what it meant. He had no authority over her. He didn’t matter. His opinion didn’t matter. She inwardly winced at the statement. She didn’t intend on pushing him away; she didn’t really want him to go either. Or stop caring.

“Ahsoka,” Master Obi-Wan’s voice raised just a bit, a tone she had rarely heard from him. Something unyielding and unable to be challenged. She would not win this argument and she knew it. Her posture inevitably portrayed it as her shoulders slumped in defeat.

“I can bring her,” Master Vos offered, cutting in carefully as he stepped in closer as he spoke. “If the ship Ahsoka brought got a signal out, the Empire may come quicker. We should get moving as quick as we can. They’ll need you to help coordinate.”

Obi-Wan nodded and she thought she could just barely feel the relief in that. Master Vos was one of his friends, although Ahsoka herself had never actually seen it in action. She didn’t think those two would get along, like, ever. But everyone in the Temple had known them to be close friends. A few had even said they had been as thick as thieves. It was hard to believe. “Agreed. Thank you, Quinlan. The Captain and I will regroup with Master Drallig and Master Shaak Ti and find out our earliest time of departure.”

The three adults nodded and departed, once again leaving the office vacant and deserted. She followed Master Vos dutifully while the burly captain followed Master Obi-Wan, nearly right at his side.

A side that should have been held by Anakin.

Or, at the very least, Commander Cody instead.

She would have to look into this captain guy. Maybe Rex knew him.

“Is Rex around?” she asked suddenly as she caught up with Master Vos again.

“He’s on the Vigilance with Commander Cody, I imagine,” Master Vos replied, calmly. “He has been helping Obi-Wan and Commander Cody out with preparations and work and research.”

“I know you think I did the wrong thing.”

Master Vos shrugged. “I did the same thing.”

She perked. “What?”

“I took over a cruiser on my way off of Coruscant. Of course, I did it drastically different than you, but I have the training and I had some time to do a little preparing. I also took over one that wasn’t activated yet, this medical ship, actually,” he explained vaguely. Ahsoka stared at him. He did…he did the same thing? Master Vos hadn’t had a clone attachment until well into the war, after some sort of weird mission that turned out horribly. She didn’t really know what it was, but it had made Master Obi-Wan quite concerned for a while. “Your heart was in the right place, Ahsoka. But you can’t just keep jumping into these types of things. You are at a very emotional point of your life, going through a very emotional and crazy situation. There are consequences to the things you do and, as specially as the people we are, we need to understand the consequences, both good and bad of our actions.”

“I wasn’t thinking,” she admitted.

“I know you care about your former master,” he said, carefully. “And it seems a bit like a type of thing he would think about doing. You’re not Skywalker, kiddo. And even if you were, that doesn’t mean not thinking either. It was what made him and Obi-Wan such a good team. Skywalker wasn’t afraid to jump in and get dirty, to move and get things done while Obi-Wan actually thought things through, thought of the consequences of each of the actions they would take. They balanced one another out.”

“And look how that turned out,” Ahsoka muttered bitterly.

They reached the hanger and Master Vos, rather politely, asked for a ship. Within minutes, they were in space. He opened the view port and showed her the fleet, readying to leave. “Look out there, Ahsoka. What do you see?”

“A lot of ships,” she said. And it was, so many.

He nodded. “Yes, but look further. Those are survivors, they are refugees now. And they will be hunted down by the Empire. We, as jedi, survived. Not all of us, but some of us and what is the first thing we did?”

“Flee.”

Master Vos chuckled, a light but also a bit hollow. “Yes. But, what else? We went to Kamino, a place where the Empire is getting their soldiers. The first thing we did, aside from escape the planet, was to come here, to get others. Do you know how many troopers have been saved from the brainwashing of the Empire?”

She wasn’t thinking in his terms, she would realize later. “I don’t know, maybe a couple hundred? Master Obi-Wan’s 212th, a couple from the siege back at the Temple.”

“Way, way, way more than that,” he pointed out. He had looked into a few things, had been given a briefing on what had happened with the jedi and the clones on planet. He had found the briefing rather amusing, in all honesty, at least vaguely in the terms of Captain Alpha-17 and Commander’s Colt mutiny. “We have brought together thousands of cadets, children and babies from the planet of Kamino. They are all coming with us. Obi-Wan called a buddy of his, Alpha-17, to warn him about the Empire and guess what he did? He was told a thought about investigating these chips and what he seemed to hear was just to…. go to war,” Master Vos explained with a bit of a goofy, lopsided grin. “He literally committed mutiny and for that, all of the kids on this planet will be saved from being brainwashed from the Empire.”

She hadn’t thought about it like that. And now, here she was, having brought not only chipped brothers into the fray of their already terrified and quick evacuation, but she also could have brought the Empire down on their heads.

“It isn’t all of them, we won’t save all of them, just like we weren’t able to save all the jedi,” Master Vos continued, keeping his tone rather soft. “But we will save as many as we can. I know patience doesn’t seem like the thing to do at the moment, not with what is happening, but it is all we can do at the moment.”

She sighed and the pilot called out their destination. Master Obi-Wan’s ship.

“Thought you might want to stay close with Obi-Wan,” he hummed as they landed.

“This is all so messed up,” she mumbled.

They were rather quiet as they walked through the halls towards the medical bay. It wasn’t crowded, not like the medical cruiser that was housing so many wounded and dying. But there were plenty in there, most of them lightly injured or going through surgery. She imagined it was the de-chipping process. Even if they came out with another solution, it was better safe than sorry with the methods they had at their disposal.

“Is there anyone available?” Master Vos called out.

A trooper came out from the room, grumbling under his breath. He looked up and visibly brightened, just a bit with some kind of relief at the sight of them. “Ahsoka Tano, it is very good to see you alive. We were a little worried.”

She tried to smile back. “Hello, Helix. We are sorry to bother you.”

“Ahsoka needs a workup, she was on the ship that came in,” Master Vos said.

Helix blinked. “I heard about that. Of course, of course. Come back here. I can take a break from surgeries for a bit.”

“Thanks, Helix,” Ahsoka mumbled and followed him into the other room.

“No worries kiddo, it’s good to see you again,” he said, as Master Vos watched them disappear. “General Kenobi has been rather worried about you. Then again, that’s kind of how he is, always worried.”

She hummed.

“I won’t talk about Skywalker,” he added carefully. “But maybe you should visit the 501st survivors, I think they would like to see you.”

“Maybe that would be a good idea.”

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Everybody Is Shayna-Sexual (Shayna Baszler x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Shayna Baszler was cocky, confident, a woman who got whatever she wanted, when she wanted, WHOEVER she wanted when she wanted and at this moment, she wanted you. 

What she didn’t expect was for you to change her life entirely. 

Shayna Baszler, was confident, she was cocky, the woman strutting around backstage, demanding to be seen, which of course, she always was.  

It seemed as of late, that Shayna’s newest conquest wasn’t a title at all, far from it.  

“Hey.”  

Your brows quirk as you turn towards Shayna, the woman smirking, her hands jammed in her leather jacket’s pockets.  

“Hey.” You smile, swallowing hard when Shayna’s brown orbs rake down your front.  

Your cheeks flush when the woman takes a step closer.  

“I think it would be a shame for me not to mention how great you look tonight.” She smirks.  

Your brows arch as the woman leans back against a nearby wall, eyeing you intently, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.  

Unbeknownst to you, a tech is headed your way, the man’s voice making you jump.

“Ms. Y/L/N, you’re on in five.”  

Shayna sends him a glare, the man making a hasty escape moments after.  

Shayna pushes herself off the wall, strutting toward you, the woman leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“Good luck, I’ll be watching your match very…” Shayna pauses her fingertips brushing your forearm, the woman smirking when she sees goosebumps sprouting on your arm.

“Very closely.” She finishes, the woman grinning as you dumbly nod.

You point over your shoulder.

“I should…” You nod. “Yeah…”  

Shayna watches with a snort as you sprint in the direction of the ring, the Cage Fighter shaking her head.

                                                           ***

The second you step into the empty locker room, you’re guided back into a nearby wall, your eyes as wide as saucers when you see who it was that had put you in that position.

“Pretty good match.” Shayna smirks and you swallow hard.

“T-Th-Thanks.” You stammer The Queen of Spades smirk widening.  

“Why are you so nervous around me?” She asks, smirk splitting into a grin when your cheeks darken.

“I-I-I'm not.” You stutter.

The air is suddenly knocked from your lungs when you feel Shayna’s lips brush your jaw.

“Doesn’t seem that way...” Shayna hums, her nose running along your jawline, bumping against your ear as she whispers. “In fact, you seem tense.”  

You inhale sharply when Shayna’s lips part, the woman nipping at your ear lobe, her lips barely touching your flesh.  

Shayna wraps her arms around you, grinning when you noticeably shutter.  

“Maybe you’re not nervous, or tense... Maybe it’s something else?” She smirks, her eyes raking down your front.

You swallow hard, your heart pounding hard in your chest.  

“Wh-What do you mean...?” You ask, watching as a cocky smirk stretches across Shayna’s face.  

However, just as her lips part to speak, the door starts to creep open, giving Shayna the opportunity to make an escape, falling onto a nearby bench as you rest against the wall, your cheeks flushed, your disheveled state completely missed by Ruby Riott and Liv Morgan.  

You close your eyes, attempting to take a deep breath, completely missing the way that Shayna eyes you, the woman smirking.  

She had the effect on you that she’d been looking for.  

Now, she just had to go in for the kill.

Though, the more she thought about it, the more she realized you weren’t anything like the other women she’d been with before, far from it in fact.  

You were so different, that she didn’t think the relationship between the two of you would be ANYTHING like those before you, no, it was going to be something ENTIRELY different.  

                                                           ***

Shayna realized her feelings for you were different when you were cornered by Nia Jax backstage, the things she was feeling far more than the lust she was used to.  

Shayna makes her way hastily through the backstage area, following the sounds of shouting, that shouting enviably leading her to you, and by extension, Nia, Nia who currently has you pinned against a nearby wall.  

Nia lets you go seconds later, considering she’s busy attempting to pry Shayna Baszler’s arms from around her throat, though it’s to no avail.  

“Are you alright?” Shayna asks as she kneels down in front of you, Nia flat on the floor behind her, clutching her throat as she coughs.  

“Ye-Yeah.” You swallow hard, fear written on your face.  

Shayna snarls, helping you to your feet before she turns back towards Nia, the Samoan slowly moving to her feet.  

Brown orbs widen when suddenly, Nia falls to the backstage floor courtesy of a super kick to the head from your boot.  

Shayna turns towards you, the Cage Fighter smirking.  

“Impressive.”  

“Thanks.”  

                                                           ***

The dynamic between the two of you changed drastically after that, Shayna Baszler was no longer just the flirty, intimidating woman she was backstage, no, she was significantly softer, the woman smiling more around you, that smile far from the cocky one she portrayed on TV.  

Speak of the devil, a sweet covered Shayna Baszler flops down on a backstage crate beside you, the woman taking a deep breath.  

The woman turns to you with a small smile, unaware that she has a bit of blood trailing down her chin from a split lip.  

Shayna’s brows arch as you swipe her towel from around her neck, the woman’s cheeks flushing from more than exertion when you cup her cheek tenderly with one hand.  

Brown orbs dart around your face as you stick your tongue out in concentration, delicately wiping blood from Shayna’s chin.

“At least this time it’s YOUR blood on your face.” You tease, receiving no reply from the Queen of Spades, who can't’ seem to find words.  

You swallow hard, your eyes darting around the woman’s face as your thumb traces her bottom lip unconsciously.  

A loud noise pulls the two of you apart, the two of you bashfully turning away from one another, cheeks flushing red.  

You rub the back of your neck nervously, turning coyly towards her, your eyes locking with Shayna’s soft brown orbs.  

The second your eyes lock your heart flutters in your chest.  

Unbeknownst to you, Shayna’s does as well. 

                                                           ***

It wasn’t much of a surprise when yet again Nia made her presence known, the woman storming down to the ring as you secured a win over Lacey Evans.

The match you’d just had was grueling, beating a former #1 contender for the Smackdown Women’s Championship was far from easy, and now you had an angry Samoan making her way down to the ring.  

“Oh shit.”  

                                                           ***

The next time Shayna sees you, it’s in the trainer’s room, the trainer nursing your split lip, busted nose and black and blue eye.  

Shayna limps into the trainer’s room, nursing her own wounds as she makes her way towards you.

“I swear I’ll get her back for this.” She grimaces as she holds her ribs, brown orbs inspecting you closely, zeroing in on your swelling, bruised eye.  

The woman lets out a snarl, turning to head towards the door, without a doubt to go pick a fight with Nia, but you stop her, catching her wrist.  

“Stop, you’re worse off than I am, don’t go picking a fight when you’re injured.”  

Shayna growls, pulling her wrist out of your hold.  

“Don’t tell me what to do! You think I should just LET her hurt you and not do anything about it!?” She roars, your eyes widening at the complete look of ire on the woman’s face.  

“Just-

“No Y/N.” She growls. “I won’t let her get away with it.”  

You give her forearm a squeeze.  

“Please, stay...”  

Shayna takes a deep breath, turning towards you, your bottom lip jutting out in a pout tugging a her heart strings enough to get her to sit beside you on the trainer’s bed.  

“Fine.”  

                                                           ***

Shayna Baszler, was pissed.  

You weren’t even looking at her, and you knew it, the woman growling every time you winced or grimaced as the trainer did his best to stitch a gash that cut across your eyebrow.  

You let out a whine prompting Shayna to snarl.  

“Be careful.” She growls at the trainer who nods nervously.  

As the trainer works, you hear Shayna mumbling under her breath, unable to catch what she’s saying.  

Even as angry as Shayna was, she didn’t leave your side, the woman sitting right beside you as your eyebrow was stitched up, the woman’s hand on your forearm when the syringe full of numbing solution pierces your skin.  

The pain comes second, the feel of Shayna’s thumb running back and forth across your arm coming first.  

Shayna frowns at the wrinkle in your brow, the needle causing you obvious pain. 

“Easy.” Shayna snarls angrily at the trainer, the man swallowing hard.  

“I’m doing my best Ms. Baszler.”  

“Apparently your best isn’t-

Shayna goes silent when you grab her hand, giving it a squeeze, the Queen of Spades cheek’s flushing pink.  

“It’s alright.” You whisper, closing your eyes as the numbing takes hold.  

                                                           ***

Shayna remains silent for the remainder of the procedure, the woman watching intently as each stitch is made.  

The woman remains silent as she drives the two of you to your hotel, the woman focused entirely on the road.  

You fidget nervously in your seat, wondering what it was that had changed the dynamic between the two of you, the woman turning into the silent statue she was backstage when you weren’t around.  

You eventually get to the hotel, the Cage Fighter helping you to your room before she takes her leave, giving you a single nod before she disappears behind the closed door.  

You frown sadly, shuffling towards the bathroom.  

“What did I do wrong?”  

                                                           ***

Less than an hour passes before a hesitant knock sounds at your door, your brows furrowing as you shuffle to the locked door, tugging it open without even looking through the peephole.  

Your eyes widen when you realize the person behind the door was Shayna Baszler. She waits until you step to the side, the woman slipping into the room, the woman still entirely silent.  

The moment you turn around, your eyes widen, the crestfallen look on her face making you frown.  

“What’s wrong?” You ask as you make your way towards her, the woman avoiding eye contact.  

“I’m sorry I yelled at you in the trainer’s room... And I’m sorry I snapped at you...” She frowns. “I just...”  

Shayna’s eyes widen when you throw your arms around her, the woman stiffening within your arms.  

You’re about to pull back when Shayna’s arms slip around your middle, the woman giving you a gentle squeeze as she buries her nose in your neck.  

“I wasn’t angry at you.” She whispers. “I just want to tear Nia’s head off.” She growls and you snicker.  

“She isn’t worth it.”  

Shayna sighs, her nose brushing your neck.  

“But you are.”  

Your eyes widen as you pull back, your cheeks flushed as your Y/E/C orbs dart around her face.  

Shayna, much to your surprise, cups your cheeks, the woman scanning the recently stitched gash across your eyebrow.  

Boldly, she tilts her head back to press a kiss to the marred flesh, your eyes widening and cheeks flushing the second her lips touch your flesh.  

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” She frowns, your hands moving to cover hers.  

“You had your own issues to deal with...” You interlace your fingers with hers, the woman eyes fluttering shut as she rests her forehead against yours.  

“Still, I should’ve been there...”  

Your eyes flutter open, your eyes darting around the woman’s face, her brown orbs hidden behind her closed eyelids.  

It’s in that moment that you follow what your heart had been telling you all along, tilting your head back to press a kiss to Shayna’s lips.  

Shayna’s eyes flash open, the woman stiffening, forgetting ENTIRELY that she isn’t reciprocating.  

You pull back abruptly, your cheeks blood red.  

“I-I-I-I'm sorry I-

Shayna cuts you off midsentence, with her lips, lips that are softer than you could’ve ever possibly imagined.  

Shayna holds your waist in a way that contrasts her behavior immensely, her lips moving against yours in a tender and tantalizing dance that leaves you breathless.  

The two of you part, but not before Shayna closes the distance between you again, kissing you so soft it feels as if her lips aren’t even touching yours.  

Your eyes flutter open at roughly the same time, your Y/E/C orbs locking with Shayna’s soft brown orbs, eyes that sparkle with something you’d seen glimpses of before when looking into the woman’s eyes.  

“I’ve been wanting to do that...”  

“For a long time?” You finish, the woman grinning, her cheeks pink.  

“Ye-Yeah.”  

You smile grabbing Shayna by the front of her shirt and pulling her towards the bed.  

“Come on, let’s get to bed, I know you’re hurting too.” You give her a tug, the woman rolling her eyes.  

“I’m totally fi-OW!” Shayna winces when you give her a side a poke, the woman’s eyes narrowing.  

“Fine. Fine.” She grumbles as you pull her to the bed, the two of you sliding under the covers.  

You shuffle closer until your head makes contact with Shayna’s chest, the woman’s heart beating hard beneath your ear.  

You roll on your side, wrapping your arms around her, the woman beaming as she slips an arm around you.  

“I’m still tearing her head off next time I see her.” Shayna mumbles.  

You roll your eyes with a laugh.  

“Only if I get to help.”  

Shayna shrugs as she runs her fingers through your hair.  

“Maybe when I’m done with her.”

You scoff.  

“Who says YOU get retribution first?”  

Shayna smiles, watching as your eye lids flutter.

“How about the one who stays awake longest gets Nia first?” She smirks, the woman grinning when you growl.  

“That isn’t fair...” You pout, yawning as Shayna’s nails dig into your scalp.  

“Sleep Y/N...”  

You huff.  

“Fine, but I’ll get her second.” You yawn, your eyes fluttering shut.  

Shayna looks down at your sleeping face for a moment, grinning as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.  

“Of course, you will.”  

Shayna watches you sleep with a smile, the woman turning her head to kiss your temple.  

“Night Y/N.” She whispers, grinning when you sleepily reply.  

“Night Shay.”  

#wwe imagine #wwe x reader #shayna baszler x reader #shayna baszler imagine

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OC-TOBER! Day 3: Duel

[Note: I am once again using code names for all these characters, and certain story elements, because I don't want to give any spoilers.]

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This one was hard.

Duels, you see, are very specific things. They can only, by definition, be between two people. I also (personally) don't think it counts when it's just a continuation of a much larger scale battle, and these two stop just to face each other down. That to me doesn't constitute a duel.

The fight between Jack and Thorin is of the latter sort. There's a bigger battle going on between the... well, we might call them the angels and the demons. But Jack comes from that battle to face Thorin. They, in a sense, duel, using their elements in sword form, fighting and flashing, seen in the clouds even from the town below.

Now that I think about it, I suppose it really is a bit of a duel.

Then we also have a fight between Thorin and Jacob, which is intense like nothing else, but it's not really a duel. A duel is generally something of a fair fight, not an ambush, nor an attack from all sides on someone who is unable to fight back properly. That's just a smackdown (and a dangerous one at that).

Whatever this fight might be called, it is certainly not a duel.

But then we have, separately, the fight between Biggs and Kelley. Now, that one is its own fight, not a departure from an ongoing battle. Biggs comes back to stop Kelley from completing his mission, facing the man he feared. Kelley is impressed with his improvement. And they fight, one on one, the second with training on his side, the first with size. It's actually pretty cool.

But... perhaps not a duel. As far as I know, they don't use any weapons, though I've not mapped it out too well as of yet. And a duel and a fistfight are two different things.

See, the real issue here is that I need to know what mission Kelley is specifically trying to complete. I know some of his past ones. I know this one must be something that will do some real damage to the heroes, even more than the Weirdmageddon device. I know it must be something vital, or else the duel and its results are pointless.

Furthermore, I know it should be in a place only one of Biggs' kind can get to (which is why it's so important: he's one of the few who can help them, even if he doesn't understand how).

Is Biggs just trying to slow down the armies, give the heroes time to prepare? But no, by this time, the device has already been activated. By the time Amora gets her twig snapped, the armies are already there. Is he trying to keep a certain magical evil ally from getting there? But then what is Kelley's job?

Come on, what would Ethan get him to do? Give him orders to take out certain people? Ooh, yes, once She and He escape, Ethan sends Kelley to take them out before they can mess up his plans. Biggs had been conflicted, and didn't help them outright (though he did help that family, because he couldn't stand to see them hurt). Now, though he still doesn't know everything, he goes to stop Kelley. This can be on the heroes' way to their secondary base, while they're still out in the country.

Kelley comes up and makes an attempt. Then Biggs intervenes, tells them to run, and keeps Kelley busy while they escape (that can make for a brief moment between him and Sabra).

So Biggs and Kelley fight. Kelley is impressed in spite of himself. AND! During the duel, Biggs can use his teleportation to take the fight other places! He probably doesn't get it completely himself. But he does it, not knowing how, probably helped by the weird shifts in reality, and the duel continues.

How does it end? I knew once. But the fight is different now (cooler, but different from whatever the heck I had before).

I know the twig snaps at some point before it ends. Perhaps Biggs gets beaten down, maybe even hurt bad, and he loses his fight, partly because he doesn't know what he's fighting for. He has no clue what he's even doing. But then, the twig snaps, and it all comes back, including his fight. So he fights. Despite his wounds, he fights back hard, and Kelley doesn't know what to do with this.

Whoa. What if it ends with whatever began Biggs' whole thing? I mean, I know there was some THING in his past, something he saw that turned him off of using his ability, and possibly something that almost killed him. He had at the time thought it was his fault, I think, and he didn't know why something like that had to happen. I've known that for ages. But now, Biggs brings himself and Kelley there. And Kelley can't get away, he can't call for backup to get him out of there, and they don't have but a moment before it happens.

Though he's dying already, and about to die, Biggs thinks back and is happy because he remembers. He remembers everything. Even the things he'd thought of as bad wound up being a help: now, even though he would've died anyway, he's stopping a villain (and a very dangerous one at that) from hurting anyone ever again. All because he finally remembers.

The thing explodes. And so the duel ends.

@oc-growth-and-development

(Shoot, that went crazy well. I was just writing the thing down, I didn't expect to get this big honking impromptu brainstorming session! Man, this thing really works!)

(Also, sorry if this was a little long and rambly: I honestly didn't know at first what I was gonna write about. Then I suddenly started having ideas, and... well, now you see how my brain generally storms.)

#OC-TOBER #day 3: duel #unspecified story #second unspecified story #salt and light

[placetobenation]

When it comes to this year’s Survivor Series, things look great at the top.

We’re all excited to see just how The Undertaker will give his Final Farewell and just how will the WWE present it to us. It’s rumored that we could have guests like Kurt Angle, The Godfather to be joined by Triple H and Shawn Michaels. The Phenom deserves a proper send=off! 

Outside of the traditional 5-on-5 matches, it’s champion vs. champion across the board. Roman Reigns vs. new RAW champion Drew McIntyre has that big fight feel. Asuka vs. Sasha Banks, although we’ve seen it before on multiple times, is still very good no matter the venue. Plus, The New Day and The Street Profits looks really good on paper and actually has some history lately with Big E supporting his teammates from across the show on SmackDown. I wonder if we get a heel turn for TSP and they end up beating up Big E at some point. Not really feeling the Sami Zayn vs. Bobby Lashley match as there’s no real consequence and no real heat between the two.

As for those elimination matches, both have done nothing in the build-up to their respective matches. It’s been all about how Team RAW hates each other. What a difference a year makes as one year ago, we were all excited about how Team NXT would fare across the board against RAW and SmackdDown. This year, do we really care which side wins? Not me folks. All of the bickering has left me disinterested as I’m sure the WWE will try to force some kind of Lana survives angle only to be dropped through a table again.

We’ll have predictions later, but for now, here’s the updated card:

The Undertaker’s Final Farewell

WWE Champion Drew McIntyre vs. Universal Champion Roman Reigns

RAW Women’s Champion Asuka vs. SmackDown Women’s Champion Sasha Banks

RAW Tag Team Champions The New Day vs. SmackDown Tag Team Champions The Street Profits

United States Champion Bobby Lashley vs. Intercontinental Champion Sami Zayn

5-on-5 Women’s Survivor Series Elimination Match (RAW – Nia Jax, Shayna Baszler, Lacey Evans, Peyton Royce, Lana vs. Ruby Riott, Bianca Belair, Liv Morgan, Bayley, Natalya)

5-on-5 Men’s Survivor Series Elimination Match (Keith Lee, Sheamus, Braun Strowman, AJ Styles, Riddle vs. Kevin Owens, Jey Uso, King Corbin, Seth Rollins, Otis)

Dual Brand Battle Royale (Kick-off Show)

"I'm nobody's joke."

#WWENXT @LEONRUFF_ @RealKingRegal @ArcherOfInfamy pic.twitter.com/oD0UqkJRe7

— WWE (@WWE) November 19, 2020

Star of the Week:

Leon Ruff – Why not?! In the past two weeks, Ruff’s won two matches over Johnny Gargano and the North American Championship to boot! He’s stood up to Damian Priest and shown he’s more than just a jobber. Well done Leon!

RAW

RESULTS

Asuska, Dana Brooke, Mandy Rose defeated Shayna Baszler, Nia Jax & Lana

RAW Tag Team Championship Match: The New Day defeated Cedric Alexander & Shelton Benjamin to retain titles

RETRIBUTION defeated Braun Strowman, Riddle, Sheamus & Keith Lee

Bray Wyatt defeated The Miz

WWE Championship Match: Drew McIntyre defeated Randy Orton to win title

HE DID IT!!!!!@DMcIntyreWWE is once again #WWEChampion! #WWERaw pic.twitter.com/XtVtVSGeZG

— WWE (@WWE) November 17, 2020

Monday Night RAW was all about the main event folks. Putting the title back on Drew McIntyre, as we’ve said before, is a good move. Randy Orton earned his win at Hell in the Cell, but Orton vs. Reigns had no feel for it. In just 5 seconds last Friday night, McIntyre and Reigns already felt like a heavyweight fight. They have history in the Royal Rumble. And they have the look of two big behemoths battling for one night and one night only (for now). I ilke it. I love it. I want some more of it. Good move for Survivor Series and for Monday nights beyond. Now, where does this leave Orton for Survivor Series? Also, I am digging the McIntyre/Sheamus vibe with their backstage vignettes. I wonder if Sheamus is lulling his old friend to sleep only to turn on him for a title show?

WHAT A MATCH!#WWERaw #TagTitles @TrueKofi @AustinCreedWins pic.twitter.com/zAeN1DdFxb

— WWE (@WWE) November 17, 2020

Now, outside of The New Day’s title defense of the RAW Tag Team Titles, the rest of RAW wasn’t really that good.

RETRIBUTION vs. Team RAW was just a waste of time and I’ll be ecstatic that we don’t have to hear about captains and who doesn’t like each other between Keith Lee, Sheamus, Riddle, AJ Styles and Braun Strowman any more. I have no rooting interest in any of it. The same can be said on the women’s side of Team RAW as well. Enough of Nia Jax & Shayna Baszler against Lana. YAWN! And now they drop Dana Brooke & Mandy Rose for Lacey Evans & Peyton Royce. Does nothing for me either way, although Evans is an upgrade, not that they’ll do anything with it, though.

.@LaceyEvansWWE and @PeytonRoyceWWE have been added to #TeamRaw at #SurvivorSeries.https://t.co/2FCVGuwtUM

— WWE (@WWE) November 17, 2020

Another Angel Garza vignette. Why?! Ditto for Jeff Hardy and Elias dredging up the whole car angle again. It wasn’t believable then. It’s not believable now. Move on!

NIGHT NIGHT!#WWERaw @WWEBrayWyatt @mikethemiz pic.twitter.com/WhpvW2D5UR

— WWE (@WWE) November 17, 2020

Bray Wyatt vs. The Miz was kind of just there. How quickly we forget that The Miz hated Wyatt/The Fiend for being in his daughter’s room, right? If nothing else, we got a really cool Alexa Bliss flip over John Morrison. Speaking of Bliss, I guess we finally have the kick-off of the Bliss/Nikki Cross feud.

NXT

RESULTS

NXT North American Championship Match: Leon Ruff defeated Johnny Gargano by DQ to retain title

Blindfold Match: Dexter Lumis vs. Cameron Grimes went to no-contest

Candice LeRae & Indi Hartwell defeated Kayden Carter & Kacy Catanzaro

KUSHIDA defeated Arturo Ruas

Ember Moon & Toni Storm defeated Dakota Kai & Raquel Gonzalez

Timothy Thatcher defeated August Grey

NXT Women’s Championship Match: Io Shirai defeated Rhea Ripley

Ladies Night. War Games. OMG! NXT worked on every level this week.

W A R G A M E S !

#WWENXT #NXTTakeOver #WeAreNXT pic.twitter.com/dZE1HXpAo1

— WWE NXT (@WWENXT) November 19, 2020

THIS IS AWESOME

,

,

x INFINITY #WWENXT #NXTWomensTitle @shirai_io @RheaRipley_WWE pic.twitter.com/ktlfcwFtIj

— WWE (@WWE) November 19, 2020

Wednesday night was on fire at Capitol Wrestling Center. Kudos to the women’s division that stole the night! Io Shirai and Rhea Ripley absolutely ripped it apart in the main event in another NXT classic championship match where both ladies come out strong and Shirai looks unstoppable at the top. Adding to that, we got the announcement from Shotzi Blackheart that War Games is coming December 6th. It looks like we’ll get Candice LeRae, Indi Hartwell, Raquel Gonzalez and Dakota Kai against Blackheart, Ember Moon, Toni Storm and TBD in what is shaping up to be an amazing match. BTW: Moon and Storm are everything Dana Brooke and Mandy Rose whould be on RAW. I can see them being future tag champs if the WWE wanted to go down that route. They are that damn good! Another good showing too for Kayden Carter & Kacy Catanzaro. Losing to LeRae & Hartwell is nothing to be ashamed of as they’re getting better each week.

Toni Storm & @WWEEmberMoon working together. We love to see it.

#WWENXT @RaquelWWE pic.twitter.com/Scf4U1gYw9

— WWE (@WWE) November 19, 2020

The cat, @FinnBalor, is BACK… and LOOK who he dragged in with him. BOOM.

#WWENXT @AdamColePro @theBobbyFish @KORcombat @roderickstrong pic.twitter.com/wRMsEMBpsC

— WWE (@WWE) November 19, 2020

On the men’s side of War Games, NXT Champion Finn Balor returned to close the show. But, when Baor was challenged to bow down his title to Pat McAfee and his new crew – The Kings of NXT, Balor brought out the returning Adam Cole and the rest of The Undisputed Era. Chaos closes the show as McAfee takes a wicked stiff shot to the face from Cole to end the night. TUE are veterans of War Games and it should be interesting to see how McAfee, Oney Lorcan, Danny Burch and Pete Dunn fare in their debut in the cages! It’ll also be interesting to see if McAfee actually gets into the match or if there’s a fourth member coming to join The Kings of NXT.

Elsewhere, good for Leon Ruff! Good to see him standing up to both Johnny Gargano and Damien Priest as he hangs on to this title when Priest clocks him to give him the DQ win, a DQ finish that actually works for the storyline, unlike so many of the DQ finishes on RAW and SmackDown.

We all could’ve done without the Blindfold Match between Dexter Lumis and Cameron Grimes. But then again, we told you that was coming last week and we’re glad it’s over!

KUSHIDA still rocks. Tommaso Ciampa vs. Timothy Thatcher will be a physical beating for both men.

Finally, who is the “she” that is coming according to BOA?

SMACKDOWN

RESULTS

The New Day & The Street Profits defeated Sami Zayn, King Corbin, Dolph Ziggler & Robert Roode

Last chance Survivor Series Qualifying Match: Natalya defeated Tamina

Murphy defeated Seth Rollins

Daniel Bryan defeated Jey Uso

Good to see The New Day and The Street Profits playing nice before their Survivor Series match. No shortage of bravado on either side, but they put it aside for an opening 8-man tag team victory over Sami Zayn, King Corbin, Dolph Ziggler and Robert Roode. Good match to kick things off, but they continue to misfire with Big E. Otis gets the nod to join Team SmackDown. Meh. Would’ve rather seen Big E get the nod. Looks like he’ll be limited to have some type of invovlement in the tag team match.

#TeamSmackDown is STACKED!#SmackDown #SurvivorSeries @itsBayleyWWE @RubyRiottWWE @YaOnlyLivvOnce @NatbyNature @BiancaBelairWWE pic.twitter.com/KeETofOmM0

— WWE (@WWE) November 21, 2020

Nice to see Bayley trying to unite the SmackDown Survivor Series women’s team now that it’s complete with herself and Natalya being added Friday night. I agree with Corey Graves. The SmackDown team looks stacked in comparison to Team RAW. Natalya’s match with Tamina was a snoozer though.

"@DMcIntyreWWE you will always be my favorite #2."@WWERomanReigns has been on

tonight.#SmackDown pic.twitter.com/qE2cIFdcvn

— WWE on FOX (@WWEonFOX) November 21, 2020

Less continues to be more when it comes to Roman Reigns. Perfect placement of course with Roman at the head of the contract table. Even when faced with a challenge from another show, WWE Champion Drew McIntyre, it’s still the same message. Reigns is THE CHAMPION and your tribal chief – the head of the table. All the arrogance continues to flow with a line of love. “You will always be my favorite #2” will live in WWE history as a great line from Reigns to McIntyre. It’s going to be a war come Sunday night between these two! Now, that’s good business for everyone.

Murphy vs. Seth Rollins put forth a good final chapter as Buddy finally gets the better of his former mentor, the Messiah. Murphy’s Law says Rollins is in for some time off after Survivor Series to welcome the birth of his child with Becky Lynch. It’s a good time for a break and to see what’s next for Murphy, Aalyan and the rest of the Mysterio family. I did think the celebration was cut short, maybe due to time constraints.

"I told you to watch your back, Banks! I just checked, and Boss Time is OVER." – @CarmellaWWE

@WWEAsuka isn't the only Superstar @SashaBanksWWE should be worried about. #SmackDown #SurvivorSeries pic.twitter.com/0kXjNFKkl4

— WWE (@WWE) November 21, 2020

SmackDown had a little too much talking this week, but it did get all of the main stars together from both shows to hype the PPV, which, at the end of the day, is the main job of the go-home show – give me a reason to want to watch the PPV. In that vein, it worked. It was kind of odd having Asuka just watch as Carmella beat Banks down in front of her though. Doesn’t help Asuka to help her and it moves forward Carmella’s story to take Banks out for a title shot after Survivor Series. So, for that reason, it worked on both fronts.

Jey @WWEUsos sends @WWEDanielBryan through the announce table!! #SmackDown pic.twitter.com/YVpMrjOwzH

— WWE (@WWE) November 21, 2020

Daniel Bryan is a national treasure! Returning to face Jey Uso in a hard-hitting main event, Bryan again saw himself going through a table. Uso tried to make Bryan see there was nothing personal, but of course it’s all personal with family business. But, in true babyface form, Bryan gets his revenge with a sweet rollup for the victory. Could we get Bryan vs. Reigns up next for the title when Uso couldn’t get the job done? Sign me up!

Parting Shots:

So, will we really get The Rock vs. Roman Reigns at the Main Event of WrestleMania 37? The only way it happens is 1)it has to fit into The Rock’s schedule 2)there has to be fans. We would all love to see the fight for who’s truly at the head of the tribal table and just watching to see Reigns believe he is on The Rock’s level would be interesting. But, no fans = no match. No need to waste it with no in-person reaction.

It’ll be interesting to see how the WWE changes the look of ThunderDome when it moves from the Amway Center in Orlando to the spacious Tropicana Dome in Tampa. Going from a 20,000 arena to a indoor stadium will create different opportunities visual and could lead to letting in fans if the COVID-19 pandemic allows.

Survivor Series Predictions:

WWE Champion Drew McIntyre vs. Universal Champion Roman Reigns has a funky finish. Either it goes to a no-contest or Reigns wins via DQ with Randy Orton and The Fiend involved.

SmackDown Women’s Champion Sasha Banks defeats RAW Women’s Champion Asuka

RAW Tag Team Champions The New Day defeat SmackDown Tag Team Champions The Street Profits

United States Champion Bobby Lashley defeats Intercontinental Champion Sami Zayn

5-on-5 Women’s Survivor Series Elimination Match – Team Smackdown (Ruby Riott, Bianca Belair, Liv Morgan, Bayley, Natalya) defeats Team RAW (RAW – Nia Jax, Shayna Baszler, Lacey Evans, Peyton Royce, Lana) with Bianca Belair surviving

5-on-5 Men’s Survivor Series Elimination Match –  Team Raw (Keith Lee, Sheamus, Braun Strowman, AJ Styles, Riddle) defeats Team SmackDown (Kevin Owens, Jey Uso, King Corbin, Seth Rollins, Otis)

Coming up this week:

RAW: Survivor Series fallout

NXT: The Road to WarGames continues Kevin Owens guest commentator

SmackDown: Survivor Series fallout

Thanks for letting us share our thoughts! Shoot me an email at [email protected]. We’d love to hear your comments and suggestions! You can also check out my blog, The Crowe’s Nest as we delve into more pro wrestling, sports entertainment and the World of Sports. My apologies ahead of time – I AM a Patriots, Red Sox, Celtics and Bruins fan! If you’re not down with that, I’ve got TWO WORDS for you… NEW ENGLAND

#IFTTT #Place to Be Nation

[calpalirwin]

Super Dork

Summary: With great power comes great responsibility. And trauma. No bad guy Spidey-Ash ever fought could compare to the demons in his own head.

A/N: I got yelled at for more again. Which is fine cuz I fuckin love this AU.

Content: Big sad. Fluff landing.

Word Count: 1.5k

And away, and away we go!

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Part 3

“You got any clothes in this bag of yours you can change into? I can wash your suit for you,” she offered, nudging his backpack with her foot.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. You already did so much. I sh- I’m just gonna g-“ his voice broke off and his face scrunched up in pain as he leaned forward to pull himself up off the couch.

“You are staying for overnight monitoring,” she said, helping him lie back into the cushions. “Doctor’s orders.” She picked up his bag and started to rummage through his belongings. “Sweats, good. C’mon, let me help you get changed and in bed.”

“I’m fine on the couch,” he said, lifting his hips to tug off the bottoms of his suit, revealing- unsurprisingly so- more bruising. “You don’t have to give up your bed for me,” he added as he eased his way into the sweatpants.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Ash. I’m not sleeping on my couch for you.”

“So both of us are going to sleep in your bed? Together?”

“Not like we haven’t done it before.”

“If I recall correctly, we didn’t exactly do a whole lot of sleeping, sweetheart.”

“Oh, the charm’s back. How nice…” She rolled her eyes sarcastically as she gathered up his suit. “There special instructions on how to wash this, or…?”

“Yeah. You can’t.”

“I can’t?”

“Self-cleaning technology. To- he developed it with the help of Wakanda technology for me.”

“That old suit was rather smelly,” she commented, not wanting to press the issue of how he had gotten his new fancy suit.

“Try living in it,” he chuckled with only a small trace of humor as his mind took him to a dark place against his will.

“Hey, come back to me, Ash,” she coaxed softly, resting her hand on his bicep, her voice fighting to reach him through the fog that was welcoming him.

“Can we go to bed now?” he asked in a voice that reminded her of the boy he used to be, shy and uncertain. A far cry from the confident charm possessed by the man he had grown to be.

~~~

“Hey, Ash, I’m gonna need you to hold this building for me, kid!” Tony’s voice sounded in his earpiece. It was calm amidst the chaos raining down around them. A skill that Ashton had yet to learn from his mentor. “I’m sending you my location. Stay low. Get people to safety. Do not engage, do you understand, me?”

“Roger,” he replied, eyes darting around for her. She was here. He could sense it. And he couldn’t leave if he knew she was in danger. And Tony had told him to get people to safety. And she was people. So he wasn’t technically defying orders…

“Yeah, kid?” Steve’s voice was in his ear now. Breathless with exertion, but steadily calm. If they could remain calm, so could he. Time to prove he was more than neighborhood friendly.

“Not you, sir,” Ashton responded, allowing a small chuckle.

“Copy that.”

Ashton chuckled quietly again to himself as he finally found her. “What are you still doing here? Run! Get out of here! Get to shelter!”

“Come with me!” she begged. “Let them fight this!”

“I have to help them! I have orders!”

“Now’s not the time to play hero, Ashton! You’re no good to anybody dead!”

“And I’m no good to anybody standing here arguing with you when I have a job to do! Get to safety! Don’t make me tell you again!”

“Ash!” she continued to beg. “Don’t leave me! Come with me, please!”

“You need to get out of here!” he screamed at her.

“No! I’m not leaving you!”

“Get out!”

“No!”

“I can’t save you from this!”

“I don’t need you to save me!”

He shot his web, flinging her out of harm’s way, cutting her cries out of his mind.

~~~

His legs kicked at the blankets in his sleep as the dream held him captive. “No…” he called out weakly, his body twisting.

~~~

“That way!” he directed. “Keep running that way and don’t look back! There’s shelter ahead! Keep going!” He tried to keep his voice upbeat, friendly, as he raised it so it carried out among the stampede of people running past him.

“Building’s evacuated and secured, Mr. Stark,” he reported into his earpiece.

“Keep clearing out the city. We got to get all these people out.”

He swallowed the surge of anger. Throwing a fit because he didn't like his assignment wasn’t going to prove he wasn’t the same kid he was when he had first gotten his powers. He didn’t have time to be angry for long as all his senses rang loudly like a fire alarm pounding in his head. A building three blocks away was about to come down with people still inside.

He let his senses take control of his body, taking it to where it was needed.

He quickly took in the scene and set to work. He prayed the webbing would hold as he did his best to secure it to the buildings around it. The muscles in his arms screamed in protest as he gritted his teeth and planted his feet. “Tony! This building’s coming down!”

“Is everyone out?”

“There’s a family still inside. 4th floor, 7th window. Tony, I can’t hold this building and get them out at the same time… there’s still people below. Why are there still people?! You gotta get out of here!”

“Hold the building, I’m on my way.”

Ashton heard the soft ping of a tendril of webbing breaking off. “No. No, no, no…” he whispered, his voice climbing high as he frantically shot out more webs for more grip. “Hey, Cap? Your shield strong enough to prop up a building?” Ashton joked as he fought against the panic threatening to seize him.

“You’ve been spending too much time with Stark, kid,” Steve chuckled. “Hang in there. He’s on his way.”

“On your left, Grandpa,” Tony said and Ashton looked up to see the red blur.

“Howard was older than me, Tony…”

The tendrils continued to snap, almost faster than Ashton could fling them. “Tony, my webbing’s not holding. I don- Tony, what do I do?”

“Hey, kid?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m about to ask you to do something and I just need you to do it, okay?”

“Okay.”

“The building’s structurally damaged. It’s coming down and there’s no stopping it. I’m going to do my best to get these people out that are still trapped. But I need you to let go and get somewhere safe. Can you do that?”

“Tony, no! I can hold it until you get the people out!”

“Let go, kid. Your job’s done. Clock out. Go home.”

“NO!” Ashton screamed as the building started to fall, his webbing breaking in a series of rapid snaps.

~~~

“TONY!” The cry tore out of Ashton’s throat as his eyes flew open, panic and terror in his chest. He fought for each breath as his senses grounded him. He was safe. In bed. Alive. Tears spilled a path down his cheeks as his shoulders heaved with the sobs breaking free.

“Hey,” a voice called out in the darkness and a soft hand was on his arm. “Shh, it’s okay. It was only a dream.”

“No, it wasn’t…” was the broken whisper. “I was supposed to secure the buildings and get everyone to safety. It was a simple fuckin’ assignment and I couldn’t even do that, right… If I had been faster, I could have saved them. Your parents. Him. Everyone.”

“My parents were already dead on the other side of town. You and that building had nothing to do with their deaths. As for Tony? He was a genius, Ash. He knew he wasn’t getting out of that building unscathed.”

“I should have tried harder! Been better…”

“You did everything you could. You made all the right calls. Ash, it was an accident. An accident that you were part of, sure. But it had nothing to do with you.”

“People died because of me!”

“People died because of Loki’s army. People lived because of you. I lived because of you.”

Her admission lifted some of the weight pressing down on him. He could live through the villain smackdowns. He could live through the loss of life. It wasn’t easy, but he could do it. But the loss of her? Well, let’s just say that if it came down to her or his powers, he would choose her and never think twice. “Of all the things I’ve lost, you’re the one thing I can’t bear to lose,” he told her, reaching out to grab her hand in his, letting the memories of all the times he had done this before flood out the rest of the weight.

“Then maybe you should stop letting me go,” she replied, squeezing his fingers with hers.

“I’m never letting you go again,” he promised, lifting up their hands to brush his lips against her knuckles.

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Bound for Glory preview

Eric Young vs. Rich Swann - Young is defending the Impact Wrestling world championship.  This is only Swann’s second match since suffering a legit knee injury in January.  He returned to the ring for  a five-way title match at Slammiversary on July 18, where he eliminated Young.  Eric “reinjured” Swann’s leg to cost him that match; when Swann was forced to “retire” on August 4, Young assaulted him again.  Since then Young has gone on to win the world title, while Swann has been doing a whole “come out of retirement for revenge” storyline.

It’s funny to think about how these guys are headlining this show, considering that most fans would probably remember them best for being lost in the shuffle at WWE.  But this is Impact’s level, and it has been for years.  Just because these guys would be working a dark match on Smackdown doesn’t mean they can’t have a compelling main event here in a much smaller pond.

The basic “Rocky movie” approach to booking this feud would be to have Swann overcome adversity to conquer his most dangerous rival and finally win the big one.  But Impact has a long history of trying to outthink that logic, and I have a long memory of them swerving away from big coronation moments.  It was only a few months ago, in fact, that they were building up Ace Austin for an inevitable run on top, and then they just...didn’t do that.  So Swann might win, or they might tell a story that he has a lot of ring rust to shake off before he beat Young.  Nevertheless, my gut still says Swann wins the title here.

Alex Shelley & Chris Sabin vs. Doc Gallows & Karl Anderson vs. Ethan Page & Josh Alexander vs. Ace Austin & Madman Fulton - This is a four-way match for the Impact tag team title, currently held by the Motor City Machine Guns (Shelly and Sabin).  Per standard four-way rules, the only way to win is by pinfall or submission, and the first man to score a fall on any opponent wins the match and the title for his team.

The North (Page and Alexander) held the title for just over a full year as various other teams broke up or drifted away from Impact, so they got to be able to say they cleaned out the division.  Then Sabin and Shelley came in as the wily veterans to get a big push (which is sort of ironic when you consider their history with this company).  Austin and Fulton came together earlier this year as a “rising top heel and his enforcer” act, but they ended up as a tag team when they began feuding with the Good Brothers (Gallows and Anderson).  All along, there’s been a sense that the Machine Guns are just keeping the titles warm until they put over the Good Brothers.

I could see any of these teams getting the title, but it’s pretty clear Gallows and Anderson are top attractions in this company, so one way or another the title picture is going to revolve around them.  One interesting wrinkle is that the Good Brothers plan to work for both Impact and New Japan, and New Japan has a tag team tournament coming up, leading into their biggest show of the year.  If I’m Don Callis, I want to send Gallows and Anderson to Japan for a couple of months to soak up that exposure, and I’d want them do it while wearing Impact title belts.  I’m probably getting ahead of myself with that speculation, but since I’ve got no other clear way to pick a winner, I’ll let that be why I’m going with Doc and Karl.

Deonna Purrazzo vs. Kylie Rae - Purrazzo is defending the Impact women’s title.  Kylie earned this title shot by winning a battle royale on July 18, the same night Purrazzo won the championship.  Since then Kylie has won the Warrior Wrestling women’s title, but that belt isn’t at stake here.

It was just about a year ago that Kylie debuted here, coming off a surprisingly abrupt exit from AEW.  It’s always felt like Impact wanted to do a slow build to her as the face of the women’s division.  And yet, Impact has also given Purrazzo a strong push since her debut in May.  Each of them would be my pick to win against any other woman in the company right now.  But against one another, it’s real tough to choose.  Feels like almost every match on this card is a pick-’em, which is a good thing.

I’m gonna go with Kylie to win just because she makes me happy.

EC3 vs. Moose - Moose has spent most of the year as the self-proclaimed “TNA world champion,” but EC3 stole his belt and I’m not sure what happened to it and I’m not sure either guy still cares about it at this point.  EC3 gained his widest exposure to fans in his NXT/WWE run, but Impact viewers know he really made his name in this promotion, back when it was called TNA.  “EC3” literally stands for “Ethan Carter III,” from when his gimmick was that he was the (kayfabe) nephew of longtime TNA owner Dixie Carter.

The story is that after EC3 was laid off from WWE, he decided he had to exorcise his old failures, which I guess are symbolized by Moose carrying around the belt he once held.  So EC3 started interfering in Moose matches and stalking him and playing cryptic videos for him and other weird stuff.  This has been going on since July but EC3 has yet to wrestle for Impact in all that time.  Aside from a couple of indie shows, and some ROH stuff that hasn’t aired yet, this will be his first match in 2020.

Back in July I assumed that EC3 would sign with Impact.  Then when I heard he was doing stuff with ROH, I figured it was a side project before he fully committed to Impact.  But after three months with no Impact matches, I’m starting to wonder if his Impact deal is a one-and-done.  Actually, the fact I’m wondering that helps the match, since if I was sure he was sticking around, it’d be super obvious that he has to beat Moose.  As it is, I’m still leaning toward EC3 winning, but that little doubt in my head will keep it interesting.

Eddie Edwards vs. Ken Shamrock - I lost the plot on this one, but as I recall Edwards had a vicious feud with Sami Callihan in 2018, and then Shamrock had a vicious feud with Callihan earlier this year, and now Shamrock and Callihan both hate Edwards for some reason.  Incidentally Shamrock is being inducted into Impact’s hall of fame this weekend, so it’s kind of weird that they decided now is the time to turn him heel.

I think the easiest way to sum both of these guys up is that neither of them knows when to quit.  They both look grizzled and stopped-giving-a-fuck, which makes them scary in the way that convicts in movies seem scary.  Now that I think about it, I’m surprised it took so long for this match to happen.

The x-factor here is Callihan, who will undoubtedly be interfering on behalf of Shamrock.  I don’t know who the hell Eddie can get to counteract that; usually when he needs backup it ends up being his wife Alisha, which works better than you might expect but still not all that well.  I guess if Davey Richards was going to return, this would be a cool way to set it up.  But failing that, I don’t think Eddie can win this match.

Rohit Raju vs. Chris Bey vs. TJP vs. Jordynne Grace vs. Trey Miguel vs. Willie Mack - Raju’s “X division” title is on the line.  This is being billed as a “six-way scramble match.”  I tend to think that’s just a cute name for a standard six-way match, where whoever scores the first fall on any opponent wins the match and the title.  Of course, in WWE a “scramble match” was a specific stipulation where whoever scores the last fall in a specified time period is the winner.  But I think if Impact was trying to bring those rules back, they’d have made a bigger deal about it, and I would have heard something about it by now.

The backstory here is that Bey was getting a big push and beat Mack for the title, and Raju started lobbying to be his henchman.  This led to Bey vs. Raju vs. TJP, with the idea that Raju would help Bey against TJP, but Raju went into business for himself and won the title.  So now everybody is gunning for Raju, including Trey for some reason I forget, and I think Grace just got thrown in there to make it more interesting.  Basically, Raju was a prelim guy before any of this happened, and he’d be the underdog against any of these opponents, so you’re supposed to think he’s doomed in a match against all of them.

I’m a tad surprised Grace is involved, because it wasn’t all that long ago that it was Tessa Blanchard as the woman chasing the X title, and then the world title, and that didn’t work out so well.  Then again, Tessa’s gender was hardly the reason that run fell apart, so maybe Impact is determined to do it again until they get it right.  Thing is, if you want to seriously present a woman winning a men’s championship, you want the champion that puts her over to be stronger than Rohit Raju.  So if they’re gonna do it, I’d say they should do it later, with Grace challenging one of the other guys for the title one-on-one.

Anyone could win this match, but it’s a real old trick to have the most hated heel be the biggest underdog, and then he steals a win after his opponents destroy each other.  So I’m going with Rohit to retain.

20-person “Call Your Shot” gauntlet match - This is a timed interval gauntlet match, similar to WWE’s Royal Rumble.  Two participants start the match, and each additional participant enters at regular intervals.  (I don’t think they’ve said how long the intervals are, but I’m guessing 90 seconds or two minutes or something.)  For most of the match, a competitor can only be eliminated by leaving the ring over the top rope and placing both feet on the floor; however, once all but two wrestlers are eliminated, the rules change so they can only lose by pinfall or submission.  The last person left in the match is the winner and earns the right to a title match against the champion of their choice.

So far Impact has confirmed eleven participants, seven men and four women:

Acey Romero, of the XXXL tag team

Alisha Edwards, whose last singles victory in this company was in 2018 against AEW’s Rebel/Reba

Brian Myers, formerly known as Curt Hawkins in WWE

Havok, aka Jessicka Havok in the indies

Heath, formerly Heath Slater in WWE, with the gimmick that he hasn’t yet secured a contract to work for Impact

Hernandez, once a rising star in TNA, now some sleazy guy backstage with a giant wad of cash

Larry D, Romero’s partner in XXXL

Rhino, the former ECW/WWE star who’s been trying to help Heath get signed

Taya Valkyrie, probably best known from AAA and Lucha Underground

Tenille Dashwood, formerly Emma in NXT and WWE

Tommy Dreamer, the ECW legend, who has been feuding with Myers

The order of entry is supposed to be random, but the results of an October 20 match slotted Hernandez as the last entrant and Rhino as the first.  The added stipulation for Rhino and Heath is that their jobs are on the line: If either of them wins, Rhino stays and Heath is signed, but if neither of them win, Rhino is fired and Heath can’t keep coming around asking for work.

It feels like this match has to end with Rhino or Heath winning, to pay off that storyline.  In fact, I could easily see it being a deal where one appears to be eliminated, and hides off-camera until the other is thrown out, and then Josh Matthews can play Michael Cole being all shocked that there’s still hope.  It feels so obvious that I’ve seen speculation that Heath needs to turn on Rhino right after one of them wins, to keep it interesting.  But I think we’re all overlooking the alternative, where they’re both kicked out of the company but nevertheless keep appearing in comedy skits for weeks until they get some other chance to earn contracts.  Personally, I’d just keep it simple and have Heath win leading to Heath and Rhino challenging for the tag title.

Dez & Wentz vs. Cody Deaner & Cousin Jake - This is being advertised for the pre-show.  Dez (Desmond Xavier) and Wentz (Zachary Wentz) are, along with Trey Miguel, the stoner team of the Rascalz.  Cody Deaner has been Impact’s resident redneck good-ol’ boy on and off for years.  Jake is better known on the indie scene as Jake Something, the current Black Label Pro champion.  Between the two teams, I think Impact is more committed to pushing the Rascalz, but this is another one where it could really go either way.  This whole show has been really hard to predict.  Let’s hope it still seems unpredictable after it’s over.

#impact wrestling #bound for glory #eric young #rich swann

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Their Hero Academia – Chapter 58: An Exam Cometh!

Presenting the next raw and unedited chapter of my on-going, next-gen, My Hero Academia fic, Their Hero Academia!

Earlier chapters can be found here

There was a somewhat somber mood in the classroom as 1-A settled in Tuesday morning.  The funeral yesterday had been the cap to a long week that stretched back to the Nomu attacks and had been a roller coaster for many of them ever since.  But things looked to Isamu like they were finally getting back to normal.  The class was back together again and even if they weren’t all up to their usual selves, they were getting there.  Even Shinso had been in a slightly cheerier mood last night, joining him and Midoriya for a few rounds of Smash Fighters 3000 in Midoriya’s room.

The room fell into a hushed silence as Aizawa entered.  They knew by this point not to screw around once he was there.  Well, most of them did.  He was pretty sure Mineta and Sero hadn’t gotten the same message as everybody else.  

Aizawa stood at his podium for a moment before speaking.  “Only three seconds to quiet down.  An improvement.”   His eyes swept the room and his face relaxed a fraction of a centimeter.  “I know your Internship experiences were harrowing, but I’ve also had the opportunity to review the feedback your mentors provided, and you all acquitted yourselves well, even in the face of some concerns over discipline.”   There was a glance reserved for Mineta and Sero again at that.

“However, that does not change the fact that your final exams will be in two weeks.  Your subject exams will be the Monday through Thursday of that week, with the practical Heroics exam on Friday.”

That wasn’t a surprise, really.  The dates for final exams had been in the syllabus on the first day of class.  But that seemed like both yesterday and a lifetime ago.  There was the phrase “time flies when you’re having fun”, but had the term really been fun? It seemed like much of it had been long moments of calm split by absolute and total panic.

Then again, in the time since that first day, he’d made friends, won the Sports Festival, interned with Deku, seen a monster, gotten a girlfriend…

Yeah, okay, there was some fun there.

Up in the front row, he saw Izumi raise her hand.  Once Aizwa gave her permission to speak, she asked, “Will you be telling us any details of the exam, Sensei?” she asked.

A good question, and Isamu sat up a little straighter in his seat to listen.  Regular final exams would be difficult enough—they weren’t kidding when they said U.A. was academically rigorous!—but he couldn’t imagine what the Heroics exam would be like.

And then something happened that sent a chill up Isamu’s spine.  Aizawa… smiled.  It wasn’t a normal person’s smile, but a rictus grin, and it looked deeply unsettling on his face.  It was the smile of someone about to deliver a devastating smackdown onto a foe and take utter delight in doing it.  A shrill scream split the air.  It was Sero.

“Dude,” Sato said, “what was that?”

“He’s smiling!” Sero wailed. “We’re doomed!  Dooooomed!”

“I’m too young to die!” Kaminari wailed.

“I’m too hot to die!” Mineta shrieked, joining in the wailing.

Even Midoriya, in the front row, seemed afraid.  “Oh no, oh no, oh no, not good!”

Isamu felt his own heartbeat quicken, but he took a look to the opposite end of the row to decide what was the most appropriate reaction.  Kirishima-Bakugo looked deadly serious, as opposed to her usual pissed off. And even she seemed slightly ill at ease at the prospects hidden behind that smile.

“Funny you should ask, Todoroki,” Aizawa said.  “You all did an impressive job working together during the Sports Festival.  I don’t know which one of you came up with it, but it was impressive tactical thinking.  And since you all like working together, the teachers decided to change up some of the conditions of the Heroics exam.”

There was a mad glint in their teacher’s eyes now.  “Either you all pass… or no one does.”

***

That night, Class 1-A gathered in the Common Room.  As usual, Isamu sat on one of the couches with Shinso, Izumi, and Sora Iida.   Midoriya and Tokoyami were at the front of their room, with a whiteboard.  One of the other couches was occupied by Sero, Sato, Ojiro, and Tensei Iida. A third couch was occupied by Aoyama, Koda, Shoji, with Aoyama looking rather small compared to his two classmates. Mineta and Kaminari had pulled up chairs, while Kirishima-Bakugo stood behind the couch Isamu and the others were on, together with the class, but apart as always.

Most of them were chatting away, while Midoriya and Tokoyami, the Class Representatives (Yeah, that was definitely not a job he wanted.) tried to get everyone’s attention, unsuccessfully.  “Hey!” Shinso shouted, putting just a little something into his voice to make it echo and pierce the noise.   “Toshi and Asuka are trying to talk!”

That got everyone to quiet down.

“Sorry Mom and Dad,” Sero said.   That got a laugh out of several people, until Kirishima-Bakugo moved to behind him and gave him a smack upside the head.

“Thank you, Shota,” Asuka said.   Frog-Shadow was out again, sitting on her shoulder.  “So we’ve got two things to discuss.  The first is the formation of study groups for the subject area final exams. Math, Science, Literature, History, Science, and English.”

“We’re hoping to have someone who’s doing well in each class lead some study sessions or make themselves available to answer questions,” Midoriya said.  

“We’re all going to die,” Ojiro wailed.

“Kimmie, it’s not that bad,” Sato tried to reassure her.

“This is just going to tank my grades, Kenta!”

“They couldn’t be any worse than mine, Kimmie,” Sero said, grinning.  

She punched him in the arm. “That’s not something to be proud of, Takuma!”

“Hey, leave him alone,” Kaminari said.  “He’s the only person who’s grades are worse than mine!”

“See,” Sero said, “when it comes to being the worse, I’m the best!”

Both of the Iida twins thrust their hands into the air.   “We volunteer for science and math!” Sora Iida said.  

Midoriya flushed a little at that.  “Ah, actually, Sora, I was thinking maybe not you?  Not that you aren’t smart!  But, ah, you’re both a lot smarter than most of us. I don’t know if you could dumb it down?”

The hands went down. “That is… acceptable,” Sora said.

“We would not wish to hinder anyone’s progress,” Tensei agreed.  “And we do have additional Support Class projects to complete.”

Reluctantly, Isamu put his hand up.  “I can probably handle science,” he said.  “It was mostly physics this term.  I’m good at that.”  He had to be, thanks to his Quirk.  Knowing how much force to apply and where it was going to send him flying and how much he needed to break at a certain speed was vital.

“Excellent, thank you,” Tokoyami said.  She handed her marker to Frog-Shadow, who looked at it curiously.   “If you’d write that down?”

“Why me?”

“Because you asked to be more involved,” she replied, rolling her eyes.

“Oh, right!” Frog-Shadow bubbled, before flying off to write his name down.

Mineta stuck a hand in the air.  “I can take English,” she said.  “Vocab and translations, anyway.  Grammar’s still a little weird.”

“I guess that works,” Midoriya said, though he didn’t look like he believed it.  “Just… be on your best behavior, okay?”

“When am I not?”

“If that’s your best behavior, Horse-Girl, I’d hate to see you worst,” Kirishima-Bakugo growled.

“Allow me to provide what Mineta cannot,” Aoyama said.  He looked pretty smug about it.  Of course, everyone knew that he and Mineta didn’t get along. He was probably relishing an opportunity to show her up in something.  “I am reasonably trilingual, after all, n'est-ce pas?”

“And I can take History,” Izumi volunteered.

“Great!” Midoriya said. “Now we’re getting somewhere…”

***

Eventually, they came back around to the subject of the Heroics final exam.  Midoriya cleared his throat and looked a little red from embarrassment.   “So, this is probably my fault, guys.  The whole Sports Festival thing was my plan.  Sorry I got us into this mess….”

“Oh, bullshit,” Kirishima-Bakugo said, causing all eyes to fall on her and Isamu to jump.  “Maybe you threw some gas on the fire, Toshi, but you have to know Aizawa was planning something like this.  Him and his “logical ruses.’”   She crossed her arms and nodded, as if that explained everything.

“She does have a point, Toshi,” Izumi said.

“She does?” Midoriya asked, surprised.  Then he looked over at Kirishima-Bakugo, who was glaring at him.  “She does!”

“You couldn’t have known,” Isamu said.  “And it was a good plan.  I don’t know if I’d have won if you hadn’t gotten us that far.” If he’d had to race and fight at the same time, without Mineta watching his back (making innuendos the whole way), he doubted he would have done half as well.  

But it wasn’t surprising that Midoriya thought it was his fault.  The guy always seemed to fall into a pattern of trying to take care of all of them, which meant he was just as likely to try and shoulder all the blame.

“None of us blame you, Toshi,” Tokoyami insisted.  

“Besides,” Isamu offered, “I talked to Kana over in 1-B…”

He was interrupted by Ojiro. “Did you hear that?  He’s using her first name now!  Squeeee!  They’re getting closer!”

Okay, he was going to pretend he didn’t hear that.  He really didn’t need to end up the topic of conversation on her web show.  “As I was saying, I was talking to Kana and she says Super-Ball told 1-B the same thing.  Only not as scary as Aizawa was.  They’re pass or fail as a group too.  She said Super-Ball said it was about building up their teamwork skills.”

“My friend, Mizuno, from 1-C said much the same thing,” Koda said.  “Battle-Fist also emphasized the need for better teamwork.”

“Looks like you sparked a revolution, Midoriya,” Sero said, only to be silenced by a smack from Ojiro.

“Okay,” Midoriya said, nodding, taking a couple breaths to steady himself.  “So sounds like it was something they were going to do anyway. Not my fault.  Good.  Then if the Heroics exam is going to be a pass/fail for everyone, we’re going to need a plan.”

“How are we going to do that?” Shoji asked.  “We don’t know what form the exam will take.”

Midoriya nodded again, now in his element when a plan was required.  “We don’t,” he agreed.  “But we do know, whatever it is, it’s going to require us to work together and it’s going to be bigger than anything we’ve had tossed at us before now.  That’s the only reasonable extrapolation of the pass/fail condition.”

“So that means,” he went on, “we need to train like we’ve never trained before.  Until anybody here can work with anybody else.

“Right now,” Toshi finished, “it doesn’t matter who your best friend is.”   He looked over at Sero, Ojiro, and Sato.   “It doesn’t matter who you don’t get along with.” This look was given to Aoyama and Mineta.  “Or how mad everyone might make you.”  A look went out to Kirishima-Bakugo.

“Right now, we’re all in this together.  We’re Class 1-A and we need to come together.”

Shinso let out a cheer and a clap.   Even Isamu had to admit, he felt pretty inspired.

“Fancy speech, Toshi,” Kirishima-Bakugo said.  “But you got a real plan to back it up?”

Midoriya looked a bit deflated at that.  “Not entirely,” he admitted.  “But Asuka and I were going to discuss some likely scenarios.  If you want to help, you’re more than welcome.”

“Damn straight, I will. I’m not letting any of you pull me down with you.  We’re gonna pass even if I have to kick your asses every inch of the way.”

Midoriya’s confidence returned.  Even Isamu knew this was just her way.  “Well, you heard her, people.  We’re going to pass!”

Somehow, this became a rallying cry.

“We’re going to pass!   PLUS UTLRA!”

***

Izumi’s room always reminded Chihiro of the fact that while she was extremely well off, Izumi’s family was so rich it practically made the word useless.  There was a four poster bed, an ornate oak desk, wood paneling added to all the walls… even the desk lamp looked like it cost way more than things like that should.  “Don’t touch anything,” she warned Mika.

Mika shot her a dirty look. “I’m not a child, Chi.”

“You’re not always graceful, Mika.  Like a bull in a china shop.”

“That’s hurtful.  And possibly racist”

Chihiro facepalmed at that.   “I’d like to apologize for her in advance,” she said.

“Please, do not worry about it,” Izumi said, standing as they entered.  “May I offer you tea and sweets?”   She indicated the tea tray and plate she had already laid out.

After she and Mika had accepted Izumi’s offering, all three took seats.   “So what’s up?” Chihiro asked.   Izumi asking to talk to her was one thing; they were good friends.  But other than when she was around, Mika and Izumi didn’t usually have too much to do with one another.

“I need your help,”

Okay, add that to the list of things she never thought she’d hear.  “I’m guessing not with homework or anything?” Chihiro said.   “Because that’s definitely not me.”   Izumi was way towards the front of the class anyway.   So was Mika, for that matter.   She belatedly realized she was the dumbest person in the room.   On the other hand, she might still win the medal for most common sense.

“Not homework,” Izumi assured her.  “The matter is more personal.”

“Is this about a guy? Or a girl?” Mika asked.  “Because I was ninety-nine percent sure you didn’t go for that.”

Startled at her friend’s abruptness, Chihiro smacked her upside the head with one of her Cords.  “Don’t be crude.”

Izumi, fortunately, took it all in stride.  “You are correct that I do not “go for that.’”

Huh.   Chihiro had always known that Izumi hadn’t displayed much interest in anyone, but given that her other best friend was interested in everyone, she’d figured it was just less interest, not none.  How had she been that clueless?

“So what do you need?” Chihiro asked.  

Izumi closed her eyes for a moment and took a breath.  When she opened them, she looked as serious as Chihiro had ever seen her.  “I need to find my grandfather.”

“What happened?” Mika asked. “Was there a big tax scandal?  Is Grandpa Yaoyorozu hiding out from the feds in the tropics?”

“No,” Izumi said.  “Not him.  My grandfather on my father’s side.”

“Endeavor?” Chihiro asked. “Why?”   A thought occurred to her, something that had come up during her Internship with Aunt Momo. “Wait, does this have anything to do with Plague?”

Next to her, Mika had pulled out her phone, but right now, her friend’s rudeness wasn’t her biggest concern.

Izumi’s eyes went wide. “How do you know that name?”

“Daddy called Aunt Momo. Said you’d found out about somebody with that name.”

Izumi took another moment to collect her thoughts.  "What I am about to tell you cannot leave this room."

"Izumi, you're scaring me."  Her friend was never this intense.  Whatever it was, this all had to be deadly serious.

Izumi locked eyes with her. "Promise me, Chihiro."

Chihiro was worried now, but kept eye contact. "Okay. I promise."

"Do you remember when I was sick?"

That did very little to narrow it down.  Izumi had had plenty of health issues over the years.  Chihiro had visited her in the hospital countless times.  "You're going to need to specify, Izumi. You've been sick a lot."

"The time I was very sick.  The time that really started it all."

Oh yeah.  That one.  Chihiro looked at the floor.  "I remember."

Izumi sighed.  "During my internship, Uncle Denki let it slip that there was possibly something more... complicated behind it."

Daddy was in on whatever this was?  "Complicated? How?"

"Complicated, as it was the implied that it was a villain, this “Plague,” who got me sick."

“Okay,” Chihiro said, her head spinning as she tried to make sense of it.  Nervously, she tapped the ends of her Cords together.  “Okay, did you talk to your parents about this?”

Izumi shook her head. "I did not. After the Nomu attacks, Mother and Father...they wanted to pull me from the school.  I exhausted myself.  Again."

Of course they did. She knew it was ongoing drama with Izumi and her parents.

Before she could speak, Izumi held up her hand. "I managed to talk them down. For now. Part of me suspects that at the next big incident, the next time I falter, they'll try again. That's why I didn't ask them. I couldn't. I didn't want to bring up the pain they went through again."

Izumi pointed to a plush rabbit on her bed, one which looked fairly new.  “I am certain he visited me in the hospital.  Things are… becoming complicated.”

Izumi inhaled deeply before continuing. "I've been thinking a lot since then. I've been remembering things. Things I thought I forgot. I want to find out what happened to me, but I can't go to my parents. I can't go to anyone, not your father, not Uncle Deku, no one, because they'll go to my parents. I know I can count on you to keep my secrets, both of you.

“I cannot burden Katsumi with this.  She has enough to carry right now without carrying me as well.  You don't have to help if you don't want to get in trouble-"

“Found him,” Mika said, looking up from her phone.

“…How the hell did you do that?” Chihiro asked.  It could not possibly have been that easy.

“Daddy never changes his login ID or password for anything,” Mika said.  “I just used one of the databases available to Heroes to look up an address.  It’s not even that far.”

Chihiro just stared.  “Every time I think I’ve got you figured out…”

Izumi looked equally startled, worried, and pleased.  “Thank you, Mineta,” she said, quietly.

Mika shrugged.  “Hey, what’re friends for?”

***

Normally, Toshi did his morning jog with Katsumi, sometimes joined by Kana Tetsutetsu.  He’d also occasionally convinced Haimawari to join them, though that was fairly rare.  But this morning, he was alone.   Katsumi had begged off for wanting to focus on weight training instead and Tetsutetsu was apparently busy with some emergency in her dorm, according to her text.

Which was fine.  He could be alone with his thoughts.   Like the thought that he didn’t have idea one what they were getting into with the exam and it would definitely be his fault if they all failed, bringing shame upon the Midoriya name and leading to Sora dumping him and Katsumi killing him.

Well.  That had escalated quickly.

“Mi… Midoriya!” The sound of his name drew him out of his panic.  It came with labored breathing and he came to a stop, turning and seeing Shiro Monoma, dressed in workout clothes, running up behind him.  Monoma’s not out of shape, but it’s a wiry build, more suited to agility and gymnastics, than Toshi’s more muscular one.  

“What’s up, Monoma?” he asked.  Monoma hadn’t done anything antagonistic yet, which was a good sign.  In fact, Toshi couldn’t remember seeing him at all during the past week, or even hearing him, which was even stranger.  He didn’t have the same extreme dislike for the other boy that Katsumi did, but he would hardly say they were on friendly terms, even though they were neighbors.  Honestly, he mostly did his best to ignore Monoma’s jabs at the class.

“I need to talk to you about the exam,” Monoma said.  

“I don’t know what they’re going to do any more than you do,” Toshi told him.  “I can make a few educated guesses though, based on our Heroics classes and all though.  Happy to talk, if you want.”

He stole a glance at his watch.  “Can we run though?  I want to get this in before classes and my heart rate’s already dropping.”

Monoma looked rather pained by the prospect, but nodded.  “Okay.”

Since he wasn’t completely unfeeling, Toshi did tone his run down to something slightly less than his usual, letting Monoma keep up.  “So like I said, I don’t really know, but I can guess.  Got to be something large scale, if they’re going to be able to score all of us on it.  And that means something with a lot of different moving parts.  Probably Villains to fight, people to rescue, maybe something to find like a bomb…”

Monoma was, to his credit, keeping up with Toshi, though he looked like he was pushing himself a bit to do it.  “That’s… good thinking…,” he said, between breaths.  “But not what I wanted to ask about.”

“Then what?” Toshi asked.

“I need to know,” Monoma said, with such seriousness that it took Toshi aback for a moment.  “how you got… everyone to work… together.”  

Toshi took pity on him and slowed down a little more.  “Everyone. Teamwork from the get go.  How do you get them to follow you like that?  How did you get all those different personalities to work together like that?”

Shiro’s voice turned bitter. “I try and I try to make everyone better.  I want them to succeed, I really do.  But no one listens to me.  I can’t… Hardly any of my class made it through the final round.  And I got lucky as it was.  I’m worried about them and the final exam.”

“Them?” Toshi asked. His phrasing there was odd. “Them,” he’d said.  Not “us”.

Monoma frowned.  “I had hoped to keep this a secret.  Almost no one knows about this.  But I’m leaving once this term is over.   I’m not cut out for this.   But with how the exam is going to work…  I can’t cost them their futures just because mine’s going to be something else.”

Toshi couldn’t keep the surprise off his face, but fortunately, Monoma wasn’t looking at him to see it. “You’re…” he began.  He actually came to a stop.  Running was a good way to lose himself, and he needed all his wits now.

“I am,” Monoma said, finishing the thought for him.  He bent half off, breathing hard.  He righted himself after a few breaths.  “Don’t try to talk me out of it.”

Now Toshi frowned, but he nodded.  “Not my place to do that.  But I think it’s a mistake.”

Monoma shook his head. “It’s not.  But what about my class?  And what about the exam?”  There was a moment of silence, and then, “Please.  I can’t let failure be my entire legacy here.”

If he lived long enough to become the new Number One Hero, Toshi never would have thought he’d have heard Monoma talk like this.  Usually, the blond boy was full of bravado and confidence, always trying to prove his class’s superiority over 1-A.   And to be fair, 1-A contained the children of a large number of highly ranked Heroes, something that few of Class 1-B could claim.  None of their parents were low ranked, but there was a certain degree of disparity there.  And a much larger portion of Class 1-B had no Hero parents at all.

“Okay, the first thing you have to remember,” Toshi told him, “is that we’re almost all childhood friends.  Some of us more than others and in some different combinations… but we grew up together.  Our parents are close and they passed that onto us.  Trust’s easy that way.”

Given that his parent’s Class A had gone through hell together over three years in a way that their contemporary Class B hadn’t, it was easy to see where stronger bonds might have been forged.  

Monoma nodded.  “My father’s class drifted more during the years. Kana is the only one I was anything close to growing up, along with Mika and Akaya.”

“The other big thing is… Look.  My dad’s the Number One Hero.  I wanted to do the best I could, but the Sports Festival was never about winning for me.”   And sure, he’d managed to share third place with Kocho.  He was proud of his accomplishments, and he’d gone in intending to give it his all, but it hadn’t been his main goal.  Toshi would have been just as happy not to have placed, if it meant other of his friends did.

“So I went in it from the start doing it for them.  And they knew that, so they went along with it.  It wasn’t even about beating your class or anybody else in the race; I just wanted to make sure everybody had the best chance they could.  Somebody like Ojiro or Sato would have had a real hard time doing that in the obstacle course.  So I asked everybody to take a step back now so that they could all have something later.”

It hadn’t quite been as easy as he made it sound.  Convincing Aoyama had been one of the most difficult parts, but the promise of future glories had eventually been enough.

Monoma looked as though he’d been punched.   “…Shit.” His expression devolved further, becoming truly miserable.  “During the Sports Festival, I was so concerned with… things turning out a certain way, I pushed for flare and making a splash.  And not all of them even made it past the Obstacle Course.  Maybe I really do drag them down.  Maybe she was right.”

Toshi frowned.  This was turning pretty dark on him.  And he wasn’t sure who “she” was.  “Look,” he said.  “You want what’s best for them.  That’s admirable.  But if you go so hard on trying to show somebody up, then that’s all you’re going to see.  That’s what Endeavor did for a long time, and you know what happened to him.”

Monoma sighed, then nodded. “Then I am more certain than ever I’ve made the right choice.  But at least I know what I can do for them to help everyone else pass.  Thank you, Midoriya.”

As Monoma left, Toshi wasn’t certain at all that he’d said the right things there.  It certainly didn’t seem like a victory.

***

In the teacher’s lounge, Aizawa looked over the finalized draft of the Heroics practical exam. Talking All Might into it had been difficult, but worth it.  He’d staked his job and reputation on it, but he believed the results would be worth it.

His students, all the students, were talented.  But even with recent events, what they needed was a stark dose of reality to push them further along their paths.

He looked at the profiles spread out in front of him.  The people he’d found would be just the ones to do it.

#my hero academia #their hero academia #izumi todoroki #mika (tha) #toshi midoriya #shiro monoma #chihiro kaminari #fan fic #fan fiction #isamu haimawari #my writing

[plutodexay]

School short story

I felt stuck, as if there was nothing I could do to make life mean anything. So I did the only logical thing, I wished on a star. It was just a stupid myth really, wishing on a star would make your wish come true. I didn't expect it to actually work. And now I'm, well, I don't actually know where I am.

"You there! the King is looking for you!" Someone yelled. King? Last time I checked we don't have a king. "He requires your presence at once, follow me" They always say don’t follow strangers, but I really don’t know what else to do, so I follow. Looking around there's an alarming amount of nothing. As if I got transported into a forest. As I walked behind the guy who yelled, I just got more and more confused. 

     Nothing looked normal. Coming out of the forest, I saw houses, but they weren't houses? They looked old, not like the 1900s old, but more medieval? Then I saw it, the castle. The thing was huge; it looked out of a fairy tale. Knights surrounded it, and that's when it hit me, the star worked. I had wanted adventure, what's more adventurous than being transported into medieval times? I really shouldn’t have binged Merlin last week huh.

     "Ah, young Zarkia. Welcome, I'm sure you know why you're here." Annocued the king

     "I'm supposed to know?" 

     "Why yes! You wished for it did you not?" He retorted. Well, he doesn’t seem fun.

     "I wished for adventure! Not to be transported away from my home." I yelled back. Honestly, what is going on?

     "But this is an adventure. The best one of all. You are to rescue the princess from an evil dragon and bring her back!" Okay, what? Princess? Rescue? Dragons! This is directly out of a fairy tale.

     "Conah will explain everything while you are on the way to the princess, good luck!" Next thing you know I'm on a horse. I'm pretty sure I'm dreaming. That's gotta be it, right? It's just one of those lucid dreams everyone talks about. So that means I should just go with it, what’s the worst thing that could happen right?

     "Hi! My name is Conah and I'll be your honorary knight for this trip" Conah? Said, I guess. They say you can't imagine faces you haven't seen before, but I don't remember him at all. He's wearing what I think is called chainmail? He looks like a knight would look, but he's almost way to cheery for it to be true, like a kid who has seen no wrong.

    "Where are we going Conah?" I asked calmly. Scared that this whole thing is just going to turn into a nightmare.

    "The tower, its where the princess is. She needs rescuing of course!" Oh right, I forgot this was playing out to be a whole damsel in distress thing. 

     We continued on in silence. I don't really know what to say, this all seems too real. It's like my subconscious just decided this would help me? I can't really complain, but it’s quite beautiful here. The trees are turning different colors, which doesn't happen at home, I’ve only ever seen them when we would go visit Grandma for Easter. It's, well, peaceful. There are no cars going by, or dogs barking as you walk by, its all just silent.

    Then I saw it, the tower. It looked like the one in tangled, except rapunzel's hair wasn't flowing out of it. I swear I have to climb a rope or someone’s hair I'm just gonna give up.

    "The Dragon! We must slay it to save the princess" Conah screamed at me, swinging his sword in every direction. After frantically watching him flail his arms I saw it, the dragon. Honestly, I expected it to be a lot scarier, but it is just laying there. "We need to slay it at once!" Conah yelled again. 

    "Can you please stop yelling?" It's like he's full-on just screaming in my ear and its starting to get on my nerves. "It looks like it's sleeping, what if we just sneak by it?" He looks dumbfounded at that, but why fight it when we can just walk by?

    "That sounds brilliant Zarkia! No wonder the king chose you!" Chose me? Right, at this point I just want to get this over with. We quietly get off the horses and start to sneak to the tower. "We need to find a door to be able to reach the princess" Conah whispered while tapping bricks with his sword. At least we don't have to climb her hair.

     "I think I found it" Pushing in on the brick and the rest just following suit. Conah walks over to me slowly, he follows behind me as I walk up the stairs. As we walk up the stairs I start to think about all of this. How could a dream be this vivid? I couldn't possibly be imagining all of this, it all feels so real. That’s it, I’m retracting the whole dream thing, back to thinking some magic just happened. The brick walls were rough on my hands, scraping my fingers as I ran them along the walls as I walked up the stairs. I could now see the door that the stairs lead to, Conah must have seen it too since he started running up the stairs at an insane pace. 

     Once I met up with him at the door he nodded to me and then slowly pushed the door open. Again, it looked even more like Rapunzels tower, without the paintings on the wall. Instead, there was broken glass everywhere. Furniture had been flipped as if in a rage, whoever is up here either isn't happy about it or inherently clumsy.

     "Oh, this is great. Perfect stuff right here! Let's just lock Kingston in a tower and have him play a pretty princess who has to be saved! Amazing, absolutely amazing" Someone yelled from a corner, not at us, but more towards the sky. Seeming like he was cursing out the universe almost. 

     "Hello, sir! My name is Conah and this lady right here is Zarkia, we are here to rescue the trapped princess! So if you could kindly tell us where she is we will be on her way" Conah said weirdly professional.

     "That would be me, now tell me how I can get out of here and go home" Kingston replied, slowly starting to direct his hate to us instead of the ceiling. Conah just nodded, accepting that statement at face value.

     "So you're saying you're the "Princess" we have to rescue?" 

     "That's what I was told when I somehow ended up here" He replied shrugging. "I don't even know how I got here! Or why everyone keeps calling me a princess when I'm not" He grumbled that last part. He doesn't talk like he's from this time, but more like mine. 

     "What did you do before you were here?" I stuttered out, maybe he got picked by the weird magical stars too.

     "I was outside, there was a huge meteor shower going on. What does that have to do with anything" Is this man capable of saying anything without being mad? But that proves it. The stupid stars decided they wanted to have us live our daydreams. There’s a reason why they’re called daydreams.

     "Not to interrupt, but I think we have a bigger problem” Conah muttered, pointing out of the window. I start to walk over to the window when I hear it. A roar, almost like a lion but much louder. Oh no, the dragon is awake.

     “Now might be a really good time to attempt to I don’t know? Run!” Kingston screamed at us. We all start heading towards the door as fast as possible when it happens. The dragons’ tail came straight through the farthest wall, throwing bricks towards us as we ran the opposite direction. Starting down the stairs we hear the dragon smackdown more of the above wall, causing the stairs to shake as we’re running down them. 

     We continued running down the spiral stairs, attempting to not fall down as everything starts crumbling around us. Hearing the dragon roar above us, seemingly trying to find us as we escaped. Conah made it to the door, with Kingston and I still slightly behind. He held the door open as we ran through, Kingston trying to run for the forest before I grabbed his arm and pulled him back. 

     “We can’t just run out there, we have to make sure the dragon doesn’t see us.” I whisper screamed at him. “If it sees us run it’ll follow us and we will have no defense against it.” Both him and Conah nodded to me. Looking around to see if there are any places to hide from the possible murderous dragon. I spotted a boulder off in the distance, it would be big enough for us all to hide behind until we can find a way into the forest. I pointed in the direction of the boulder and tried to find the quickest way there.

     “Let’s run on three.” Conah whispered, Kingston and I nodded and Conah started counting on his fingers. Once he got to three we all ran as quickly as we could to the boulder. Quickly looking around I noticed that the dragon was on the opposite side of the tower, view of us obstructed by what was left of the tower. So I did the only logical thing, I ran towards the forest without a second thought. I could hear the footsteps of the boys shortly behind me as I ran to safety. 

      Completely out of breath I managed to make it behind the tree line so the dragon couldn’t see me if it looked. I saw Conah and Kingston come through the trees together shortly after. All of us standing still for a few moments, out of breath. Once we all can breathe again, Conah and I start walking back to the castle, horses being long gone from the noise of the dragon. Kingston doesn’t question it and starts walking next to me, admiring the forest as I had on the way here.

     Sometime later we manage to get back to the castle, Conahs knight friends cheering as we walked into the palace area. He perks up fairly quick at that, he nods in the direction of the castle I was in earlier and bows to us. Then he stands back up and smiles then runs to the other knights, you could barely hear him, but he said the word dragon at least twenty times before he was out of range. 

     I started walking towards the castle, my legs wanting to give out on me. Kingston walks alongside me, again in silence. The people around us looking as if they saw a ghost. And I can’t tell if it’s because were covered in rubble and mud, or if its because we aren’t dressed like them. We finally walk into the castle where the stupid looking King is again. He looks too happy to be normal.

     “Well, it looks like you both did it! Congratulations.” He announced. Again, way too happy. “I guess now that you have succeeded in your wishes I can send you both home now.” 

     Before I could even speak, I ended up back in my room. Rubble and mud gone from my clothes and hair.  Kingston nowhere to be seen, and the scrapes on my fingertips gone now too. It was almost as if it had never happened. I’d almost believe it too, if it hadn’t been for a flower I picked shortly before climbing up the tower was still in my pocket. 

     Just before I fall asleep I start to think, maybe that was exactly what I needed.

Im only posting this cause @weweregoddesses wanted to read it and i can’t fit it in a message

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[leevandam]

Men, It’s All Our Fault (and How We Can Fix It)... A Story Old as Time Itself

Alright, so you have to hear me out!  I keep hearing about relationships failing, including my marriage, and I wanted to investigate the patterns that I hear in order to see if there is something missing.  One of the issues that I can clearly see is that once my gameplan and my ex-wife’s gameplan didn’t match up anymore, I wasn’t the leader I needed to be in order to bring the vision back to the relationship.  Once the vision was gone, I felt it was better to release her because my ex-wife deserved a leader...and I wasn’t one at the time.  

How did I come to this conclusion? I’m glad you asked!! Building my own business has helped me develop traits and practices which constantly test my ability to lead AND communicate with others in order to accomplish the goals in sight.  That leadership is so important because when you have a vision you can share, and take full responsibility for the progress of your vision, you create an atmosphere others can really buy into.  People buying into your vision is so important because they can only help you as much as they believe in what you want and what direction you’re going.  I want to talk about a story that will show you that lack of leadership has been messing things up for THOUSANDS of years!  Let’s go all the way back to... Adam and Eve.

We’re not going to talk about the entire story here because you can read it for yourself, what I’d like to do is discuss specific events in the story that are important opportunities for Adam’s leadership could shine... if he made the right choice.

(Genesis 2:15-17) At this point, God has made man and takes him to the Garden of Eden.  Here is where Adam gets his first occupational task: to dress and keep the garden, also known as husbandry.  Even in the midst of perfection, God requires Adam to work in order to keep things in order!  God also tells Adam he can eat from any tree in the garden EXCEPT the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.  Adam is also warned that death is certain should he eat the fruit from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.  So, Adam has two main responsibilities at this point: care and cultivate the garden along with its inhabitants, do not eat from the Good/Evil Knowledge tree. It’s very important to remember that only Adam was given the directive for the garden.  Eve hasn’t been created at this point.

*Your gameplan is your gameplan alone! Your purpose is something you must discover, and execute AT ALL COSTS

(Genesis 3:1-6) Right now, Adam and Eve are happily living in the garden of Eden.  Eve encounters the serpent who asks her why she doesn’t eat from every tree in the garden.  Eve tells the serpent that her and Adam may eat from every tree in the garden except the Knowledge of Good and Evil Tree, or they will die.  Adam has already shared the vision given to him by God and communicated it effectively, and it shows Eve is on board because she explains the reason without hesitation.   The serpent gives her a different perspective and tells Eve that she won’t die, but that the tree will make her wise, and she will know the difference between good and evil.  This is intriguing! Eve now has a second opinion which differs from what Adam has told her.  She also knows that God is the origin of Adam’s instruction because she says that God told them about the consequences of eating from the knowledge tree.  She’s curious, and the fruit is very attractive to her.  Keep in mind that Eve was not directly given the direction about avoiding the fruit, only Adam was.  She’s followed Adam’s gameplan until now, which is the first time she is given an alternative.  Curious to see if the serpent is telling her the truth, Eve eats the fruit.  She now understands decision making on her own after biting into the fruit that she’s been advised to not eat.  She has free choice, and she also does not die immediately.  (Does either Adam or Eve know what death is at this point?)  She takes the fruit back to Adam and presents it to him.  This is the first opportunity for Adam to exercise leadership because he was told not to eat the fruit from the Knowledge of Good and Evil tree.  Eve wasn’t.  Adam could have still refused to eat the fruit, and I gather this because the story does not speak of any deception on Eve’s part when offering Adam the fruit.  Instead, Adam eats the fruit.

*Life is going to present you with options. Some will align with your vision, others won’t.  It is still up to you to choose the options that align with your vision so you can fulfill your purpose.

(Genesis 3:8-13) God bebops along through the garden in search of Adam, and calls out to him,”Adam, where are ya homie?”  Adam and Eve are hiding in the trees because they don’t feel the same seeing God after eating the fruit God told them not to eat.  That’s interesting.  This is the first time that something feels...wrong.  Adam says,”I heard you calling God, but I was naked and afraid so I hid.”  God asks Adam two interesting questions,”Who told you that you were naked? Did you eat from the tree that I commanded you not to eat from?”  He doesn’t address the fear at all, God is just trying to figure out how Adam knows about being naked.

*Adam has a chance here to accept responsibility for the entire situation and say,”I ate the fruit you told me not to eat, and I am ready for the consequences.” Remember, that only Adam was actually given the command to not eat the fruit from the Good/Evil Knowledge tree. Leaders typically share success with the team, and bear the consequences of failures alone.  This behaviors helps others to see how important the leader’s purpose is to them, and greatly improves respect they have for their leader.  

This IS NOT the route Adam takes though, he says,”God, this woman you made for me gave me the fruit and I ate it!”  Blame shift!!  That man Adam quickly tries to get out of dodge, and so God then asks,”What’s up Eve? Why did you do this?”  Eve follows Adam’s lead and moves the blame down the line,”The serpent tricked me, and I ate the fruit.”  She’s not wrong, and why in the world would she accept responsibility for this when it wasn’t her vision? It was Adam’s.

*Blaming others for your failures not only stifles your progress, but it brings your passion for your vision into purpose.  Everyone makes mistakes, this is how you learn AND teach others.  Avoid blame can also cause you to avoid a valuable lesson...

(Genesis 3:14-24)  Alright, so God deals out the punishments in reverse order.  Firstly, he makes the serpent the lowest of animals and takes its ability to crawl away from it.  The serpent now can only slither on its belly to travel.  He also instills anger between woman and the snake, so they’ll never be at peace with one another.  

Secondly, Eve (who hasn’t been named Eve yet) will no longer have an easy time bearing children. She also is given the desire to listen to her husband, and follow his lead.  

Lastly, God has some words for Adam before applying the smackdown.  “Since you listened to your wife instead of me, and ate of the tree I told you not to eat from, all bets are off.  You’re going to eat from that tree for the rest of your life.”  He tells Adam that he will now have to work hard in order produce food for his family until he dies.  He is given the grave declaration that eventually, Adam will become dust again at the end of his days. 

Interestingly enough, God declares to the angels,”So man’s like us now. He knows good and evil, but he won’t get to eat from the tree of life and live forever. I’m kicking them out of the Eden barbeque.”  The party’s now over for Adam and Eve.  God makes them some clothes, sends them on their way, and hooks up a divine security system via angelic cheribum guards WITH a flaming sword sentry.  

Men, we don’t know what would have happened if Adam stuck to his vision and did not eat the forbidden fruit, but this shows us some valuable lessons:

1. Only you can bring your vision to light.  It is your job to believe it, hold on to it, and communicate it properly so the partner and help waiting for you can be fully realized.

2. Just because your partner does something that’s outside of your vision, that doesn’t necessarily mean they are wrong.  Eve did something outside of Adam’s vision, and the big mistake was that Adam did not address it.  Worse than that, he STOPPED following his own gameplan. He failed to follow his own vision, and that’s partly why God asked Adam FIRST about the knowledge of being naked.

3. Since this is your vision/purpose, YOU are responsible for it.  The success or failure is ultimately dependant on you.  When something goes wrong, the optimal choice is to avoid finding blame, take responsibility for the setback, and figure out how to fix it.  Blaming others darkens the view forward, it clouds others’ view of your commitment to your vision, and does not help you progress. Save yourself some time, and skip it!

Most women I run into yearn for a man that’s a leader.  As you can see, we’ve had a hard time with leadership since the beginning of time.  It’s not easy, but it is definitely rewarding!  Women can only be ladies when they feel protected and know they are moving in the right direction, and that’s why leadership is SO important.  Let’s work hard, fulfill our purpose, and prepare to lead!! We’re leveling up in 2020!!

#leadership #Adam #Eve #bible

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Author’s Note: So, when I was looking up information for the ending of this part, I realized that the day I originally posted it was his birthday which seems hella whack and coincidental, but I certainly didn’t plan it that way.

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“I’m fly like I’m killing the scene like, I’m a villain with wings. I’ll sleep when I’m 6 feet deep. Right now I’m living a dream, Though we may be reckless.”

When Kyle finally got over his shock, he removed himself from the top of the pile, allowing you to move, as well. You then helped Jericho to his feet.

“Sorry about that,” Kyle apologized, bowing lightly.

“It’s fine.” he responded, looking down at you both – he stood just a foot taller. “I saw you both in the ring.”

You glanced at each other, wondering what he had planned. If he decided to turn you in, you could easily take him down but the time it would take to do so would give the perfect opportunity for someone else to come along and subdue you. And if he tries it, you were fully prepared to take off. He may be strong, but there’s no way he could catch you if you took off running.

“Relax. I’m not turning you in.” he smirked, folding his arms over his bare chest, “You both did a pretty good job on kicking the Nexus’ ass.” he paused, “If you’re looking for the exit, it’s that way.” he turned to the side, pointing down the hallway from which he had just come, “Go straight down, you’ll pass about three other hallways. The fourth one is the one you go down.”

You looked at each other again.

Kyle leaned closer to you, holding his hand in front of his mouth. “Could be a trap… what do you wanna do, Y/N?”

You shrugged, “Since he gave me a soda earlier, I’m willin’ to trust ’em.”

Jericho raised an eyebrow and Kyle clarified, “Y/N is addicted to soda. Anyone who gets them a soda is basically good in their book. Anyway, thanks for the help!”

Chris’s laughter could be heard as you followed his directions down the hall, walking at a leisurely pace. After all, why not enjoy the peace while you had it? Soon enough, you’d be running again. Now’s the time to save energy.

“I wonder if this is a dream.” Kyle mused.

“The hell are you on about now?”

“Well, this has to be a dream, right? I mean, this kind of thing doesn’t happen in real life! If it wasn’t a dream, we would have been caught the minute we entered the ring. We wouldn’t have met Sheamus or Jericho, or argued with Barrett. You never would have gotten a soda from Jericho and we would have been caught by now! It has to be a dream.”

“There’s an easy way to tell if it is or not.”

“Really? How?” he questioned, looking over at you curiously.

“In dreams, you can’t feel pain.”

“So?”

You waited until he had walked a little ahead of you before bringing your foot up and kicking him hard in the back of the head like a soccer player does when hitting a soccer ball. Kyle yelped loudly, the sound echoing through the empty corridor.

“Ouch! What the hell was that for?!”

“It hurt, right?” you asked simply, beginning to walk again.

He blinked, following after you slowly. “Ohh! I get it! The fact that it hurt means that I’m… I’m not… dreaming…” he paused, stopping in the middle of the floor. You stopped as well, turning around to look at him. His eyes widened, “Holy shit! I’M NOT DREAMING!”

“You’re going to get us caught if you keep yelling like that. Idiot.”

“Ohpe!” he clamped both of his hands over his mouth and laughed sheepishly.

“Let’s just get out of here,” you muttered. As cool as it was meeting with the wrestler’s of Raw, there was one that you wouldn’t too thrilled to run into. You weren’t sure if he was actually there tonight or not, but you didn’t want to find out. And if he saw the match like the others did, there’s no doubt in your mind that he’ll be looking for you. It’s been a long time since you saw him last and you’d like to keep it that way.

“Aren’t you even the least bit excited?” Kyle prodded, poking your arm. “I mean, this is a once in a lifetime chance. We should enjoy it!”

“Maybe,”

“What are you hiding?” he pouted, poking you harder. “You’re hiding something!”

“I am not,”

“Are so!”

“Not,”

“Are so!”

“Real mature, guys.”

“Who the hell asked… you…” you trailed off when you realized who was now standing in front of you.

Adam Copeland, better known as the Rated R Superstar Edge, was standing there, a smile on his face. He was dressed in normal clothes, consisting of a pair of jeans and a black form-fitting t-shirt. You had met Adam a couple years ago but you weren’t so sure you could be considered friends. It was more of an acquaintance/partner type thing since you had banded together to beat the shit out of a few gangsters on the street. You were surprised he still remembered you.

“Edge!” Kyle grinned, “Been a while, huh?”

“Yeah,” he glanced at what Kyle was wearing and couldn’t help but grin. “A fan, huh?”

“Teehee,” Kyle rubbed the back of his head, smiling sheepishly, “Yeah.”

“Weren’t you traded to Smackdown ’cause you pissed the GM off?” you questioned, cocking your head to the side.

Edge chuckled, moving closer. “All this time and that’s the first thing you say to me? Cold.” he paused, “Yes, I was traded to Smackdown but that doesn’t mean I can’t come and enjoy the show. And tonight… well, it was interesting. You guys are still kicking ass as hard as before.”

“Of course!” Kyle grinned proudly, sticking out his chest, “‘Cept we kick it even harder now! We could so own you, Edge!”

“Oh, is that right?” Edge smirked, “I’ll have to keep that one in mind.” he paused, “Figures you haven’t been caught yet but, for the record, the security guards aren’t the only ones lookin’ for ya.”

“Who else?” Kyle asked cautiously, glancing at you as he did so.

“Nexus, for one. You really pissed them off. Plus Cena, Orton, Miz, and his sidekick.”

“I told you this was a bad idea!” Kyle whined, hitting your arm and jutting out his bottom lip.

You glared at him, pushing him away. “It was your idea! If it wasn’t for you, I never would have been here, to begin with! Besides, what happened to ‘enjoy it while it lasts’ and ‘it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity’?”

“That’s taken out of context!”

“My ass it is!”

Edge’s laughter broke up the argument and you turned to glare at him.

“You brats haven’t changed a bit!” he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you both into him. “I’m getting flashbacks of the last time we met. Good times.”

“We did have pretty good teamwork.” you mused, looking off to the side, hand on your chin.

“That’s because you’re so much alike!” Kyle commented as if he had all the knowledge in the world.

“And how’s that?” Edge was curious.

Kyle pulled away, moving to stand in front of the two of you with his index finger in the air, “It’s simple. Y/N,” his finger moved to point at you, “is a bitch. Edge,” it moved to the Rated R Superstar, “is an asshole. See? It’s fitting.”

Edge glanced at you, “Now I remember. You were the annoying one that I wanted to smash into a brick wall.”

“See? See?! That’s the Rated R-Asshole coming through!”

“Can I hit him?”

“By all means, please do.”

“Nooooo! I’m too young to die!” Kyle cried, dodging Edge’s hands and running down the hall. You and Edge took pursuit, running after him. It didn’t take long for Kyle to be stopped, but it wasn’t by your hand. No, it was by a six-foot, one inch tall bright orange wall, causing him to hit the floor. “Uh-oh…”

“We’re screwed,” you muttered, looking first at John Cena, who towered over Kyle’s sitting form, arms crossed over his chest and face blank. To his right was Randy Orton, still in his wrestling gear.

“I’m not a part of this,” Edge commented, holding his hands up in surrender before glancing at you.

“Gee thanks!” Kyle stuck his tongue out at him.

“Nice to know we can count on ya, Adam.” you rolled your eyes, resisting the urge to hit him.

He grinned, “I know, right?”

“You traitor!” Kyle whined, slowly getting to his feet.

“I’m not involved in this,” he responded, shrugging and looking away.

“W-What…” Kyle cleared his throat, offering a sheepish smile, “What are you going to do to us, Mr. Cena… sir?”

“You’re coming with us,” he answered simply, grabbing Kyle’s arm, dragging him away.

The Viper lifted to fingers and motioned for you to follow.

With a sigh, you waved at Adam before following the apex predator. When you passed him, he grabbed your shoulder to make sure you didn’t run. You glanced at his six-foot, four-inch frame and scowled. Of all the enemies to make, it just had to be the viper.

“Hey, Kyle?” you called, despite the warning look for the wrestler at your side.

“Yeah?” he glanced over his shoulder, a questioning look on his face.

“We have a really bad taste in enemies. We always get the most troublesome ones.”

“There you go, stealing from Shikamaru again!”

“Oh for the love of… will you come off that, already?”

“Not until you admit that you stole it!”

“I borrowed it, dipshit. There’s a difference.”

“Same difference.”

“You act as if I’ve said it’s my own.”

“You never said it wasn’t. That’s the problem!”

“Be quiet,” Randy growled, his eyes narrowed at you.

“He’s biting you first,” Kyle muttered under his breath.

“He’s not Hibari Kyoya.” you scoffed, folding your arms and looking away.

After a few more twists and turns, you arrived at Cena’s dressing room. Once inside, the Viper locked the door and the two turned to face you.

“Y/N!” Kyle whispered harshly, grabbing ahold of your arm, “They’re going to kill us and hide our bodies in here! They’ll probably sell our body parts on the black market!”

You pulled away from him, staring at him blankly. “The fuck have you been watching, man?”

“CSI, Law and Order, Bones, NCIS.” As he mentioned each name, he counted them on his fingers.

You shook your head, slapping your forehead and muttering an idiot under your breath.

“We’re not gonna hurt you,” John spoke up, sending a strange look to Kyle, who was still naming off crime shows he’s watched.

“Eh?” he froze, “Then why’d you bring us here?”

“We wanted to thank you, actually.”

“Thank us?”

“There’s not many people out there willing to stand up to Nexus. But now you’ve made them your enemy.”

“They were our enemies the day they started attacking our boys,” you growled, glaring at the wall.

Kyle nodded in agreement, “That’s right! We may like a few of the Nexus members… for weird reasons,” he glanced at you, “But when it comes down to it, we have to pick our boys over them!”

“And your boys would be…?” John raised an eyebrow, glancing at the merch that you both wore.

“You and Randy Orton, of course!” Kyle grinned since he was wearing the most Cena gear.

“The Miz and his leach,”

“Chris Jericho,”

“King Sheamus,”

“You don’t have to say king every time, idiot.” you rolled your eyes. “John Morrison.”

“And the Big Show! And yes, I do! It’s out of respect, which you know nothing about!”

“We did count Edge, too, but not anymore,” you smirked, glancing at Kyle.

He nodded in agreement, “Traitor~!”

John grinned, “Alright then. What’re your names?”

“Kyle!” he grinned, holding his hand out. When John accepted, he began to shake it wildly, “Big fan, man!”

“I can tell,” he chuckled.

“And this bitchy little thing here is – ”

Before he could finish his sentence, you kicked him in the back of the head, sending him to the floor. With your foot still on his head, you grinned. “The what now? I couldn’t quite catch that.” Kyle hit the floor, no doubt calling out a various string of cuss words that couldn’t be understood thanks to said floor. “Name’s Y/N,”

“Not the friendly one, huh?”

“Meh,” you shrugged, looking off to the side. Kyle smacked the floor with his hand and you looked down at him, a fake surprised look on your face. “Oh! I forgot you were there. My bad.”

“Yeah right! You’re such a bitch!” he whined, rubbing his face and pouting.

You shrugged, “So’s life. Not like complainin’ is gonna do anything.”

“I like both of you.” Cena caught your attention with the smug look on his face, “What do you say to joining me in the fight against Nexus?”

You didn’t even have to glance at each other. Kyle was already running forward, standing just inches away from Cena with sparkles in his eyes, “Can we?! Can we, really?!”

“Hold it,” you grabbed the back of his hoodie, forcing him back roughly. “What does this entail, exactly? Would we be apart of the WWE?”

“Unfortunately, I can’t arrange that, but you can still work on the sidelines for me.”

“Good. Becoming part of the WWE wasn’t really in my plans for today. Then again, neither was coming here, to begin with…” you trailed off.

“Oh, will you let it go?” Kyle whined, sticking his tongue out.

“No. I will never let it go because I will never get my six hours of sleep back!”

“Do you two always go at it like this?”

“Sometimes.” “Always.”

You glared at each other.

“You’ll be traveling with us,” Randy spoke for the first time, though he still looked angry. Then again, he always looked angry.

“I’ll arrange your hotel stay and everything else.” John added, “By the way, I don’t know why, but the Miz is looking for you. The Nexus is, to, so be careful.”

“I’ll inform the security guards of the situation.” Randy turned around and left the room.

“With that said, do what you want. Just stay out of trouble, avoid the Nexus, and don’t damage anything.” John nodded to you before taking his own leave.

“Waaahhhh, this is so COOL!” Kyle cried, falling onto the couch, “Can this get any better?!”

“Wanna go see the Miz?”

“It just got better!”

“That’s a yes, then?” you walked out the door, Kyle hot on your heels. Of course, you had no clue where to find him but walking around aimlessly usually works, so why not?

“Maybe we can ask someone this time…? I mean, John and Randy are working everything out, so we can ask now, right?”

You shrugged, “Ask someone and find out.”

“Alright!”

Before you could stop him, Kyle approached two men on the other side of the room. This man was wearing light blue jeans, a long-sleeved dark gray vest hiding the long-sleeved sky blue flannel shirt, but it poked out at the cuffs and collar. He wore casual black and white sneakers on his feet. The man he was speaking to stood a foot taller, wearing a loose sleeveless shirt and blue jeans.

By the time you realized who this man was, it was already too late. You tried to reach out and grab Kyle, but he was already at the man’s side, tapping his shoulder. He glanced at him before saying something to the taller of the two, who then walked away. Turning around, he looked down at Kyle, standing at five feet, ten inches; the facial hair only confirmed it.

You backed away slowly, hoping to remain unnoticed. Hopefully, Kyle will ask him what he wanted to know, said man would give directions, and you’d walk away without him noticing.

Kyle spoke to him and the man nodded every few minutes to show he was listening. You strained to hear what they were saying, hoping that Kyle didn’t mention you, but you were too far away to hear anything. You were in a large area, connected to three or four different hallways, which gave you enough space to stay away from the man. You looked off to the side, finally taking your eyes off of him.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Kyle motion with his arm towards you, turning the man’s attention your way. With the small hope that he would not recognize you, your eyes stayed on anything and everything but him.

His eyes widened in recognition and you fought the oh so strong urge to facepalm; leave it to Kyle to ruin your plans.

“And this is my bitchy best friend, Y/ – ”

You held your fist up, eyes closed to control your annoyance. You hit him hard in the back of the head, sending him to his knees with a whine.

“And you wonder why I have so much brain damage!”

“If you didn’t say stupid shit, you wouldn’t get hit.” you paused, “And, actually, no. I’ve never wondered that.”

“Wow, really?”

“I just figured you were dropped multiple times as a child.”

“Hey!… that’s true, but still… hey!”

You shrugged, looking away from him. Maybe if you pretended like you didn’t recognize the male, he’d let it go. “Did you find out where Miz is?”

“Oh, right!” Kyle sprung up, a grin on his face. He formed a V with his index and middle finger, “Sure did!”

“Great. Let’s go then.”

Before you could take a full step, the man reached out and grabbed ahold of your arm, readjusting his WWE United States championship belt on his shoulder. “After all this time, you don’t have a thing to say to me?”

Kyle blinked, looking between you both with a questioning look, “You two know each other?”

“We do,” his grip tightened.

“Y/N… how do you know Daniel Bryan?”

You glanced at him and shrugged, trying to pull your arm free of his grasp. You scowled at his hand when his grip tightened. “He’s my brother.”

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