#but also the first part of this ask was super funny sorry i didn't respond to it in the caption

[swiftiefirefighters]

tbh I wish people would remember that that's the case on any show. recurring characters should get less screentime than main characters. I want to see buck have a story on his own without people complaining about not seeing tommy. tommy is a love interest, and we didn't see taylor 24/7 either

prefacing all of this by saying i did include myself in that post in that there are so many characters id love to see more of (tell me where carla is, we need more karen, what do the buckley parents REALLY think about tommy and bucks sexuality, i miss may!!!! whatever happened to harry???? will josh EVER get a boyfriend???). but the tommy of it all -

(which of course i am biased so maybe my opinion here is skewed and for that i ask forgiveness)

this is funny bc i feel like i don’t see it that much with tommy, mostly it’s just people having a laugh. like most of us didn’t even think we’d see him in the premiere at all so that’s even why we were so excited and happy for what we did get w chris’ birthday party. (obviously i don’t follow everyone so just my perspective.) i think most tommy fans are pretty realistic about what we’ll get while also wanting more about him. i definitely, at the very least, didn’t see anyone complaining after the premiere.

but i also think we have to remember that tommy is a very large part of bucks story right now, and i would argue since he is a first responder, has the potential to be part of the procedural narrative in a way that, say, taylor wasn’t. (and i would also argue in season 5 she had a LOT of screen time.). he knows everyone and has a history with the 118 and gerrard that would be interesting to explore. it’s different from your normal love interest who really only has a connection to one person and then knows everyone else through that person. in fact, tommy knew literally every other main character besides maddie before he knew buck - he even befriended eddie before buck. i don’t think it’s strange to want to explore that.

that being said, no, i don’t expect him in every episode or story, but i do expect him to be a heavy part of bucks story as he goes through whatever he’s about to go through and gets more settled in himself. it just makes sense.

but i’m going to be honest, this feels like a bad faith ask and anon just wanted a chance to complain about tommy. i’m sorry if that isn’t the case. i know i don’t follow everyone in fandom, but outside of silly little headcanons and spec that is for fun, i haven’t seen anyone complain we don’t see enough tommy or that he has too much screen time.

and i’m also going to add that most of the over the top love for tommy/lou, especially on official 911 channels comes from a place of trying to drown out unnecessary hate - you have to remember here that lou has gotten death threats, that just him being in that bee puns video has waves of people commenting that he was a jumpscare who should be warned for. so if people love him a little extra to try and be louder than the people who are being gross and nasty about him, well.

i’ve gone back through this and think i have given it fair thought and a thoughtful reply but idk it’s super early in the morning.

[pinkelotjeart]

hey its me im back to info dump about the qsmp some more so bolas BOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLASBOLAS

Sorry my demons so a bunch of stuff happens on the island bla bla bla  but the important thing is that all the eggs get kidnapped and no one (not even the evil federation that runs the island) knows where they are and the parents are told to get on a train to be relocated to some random island until the federation deals with the missing eggs but the train is hijacked and the players are now in purgatory this event was hell

this fucking event was hell on earth. Not only for us, the viewers, but also for the ccs The rules are these: Islanders are separated into 3 different teams Red (aka BOLAS?!?!? -thats their actul name ), Green (aka team green ninjas), and Blue (aka team soulfire)

there is a big evil guy and he is the one that kidnapped the eggs and he runs this event all the teams have tasks that need to be done in a day and the team with the highest score is the winner of that day

The 'ultimate winner' is the team who has won the most days across the two-week period. The winning team gets to choose some of the eggs to come back home with them

then the hell begins im gonna talk about team bolas here cause they are the ones i watched the most but team green ninjas and team soulfire were also very fun  team bolas consists of: 

philza- the team leader Baghera Jones

 Carre

 Cellbit

 Felps

 Foolish

 Germán

 Jaiden

 Slimecicle

 Vegetta

 Wilbur Soot 

Willyrex

but the ones that logged in the most were phil, slime, jaiden, foolish, baghera, cellbit and carre

at fistr team bolas tried to talk to the other teams, they didn't start fighting right away because why would they! these people were their friends! the people that helped them and that they made a community with, why would they mindlessly start killing each other? so team bolas tried to talk and the other teams respond by killing them over and over 

and over 

and over 

and over again they kept killing team bolas even tho they only wanted to talk| at the end of the first day team bolas was fucking depressed as fuck they also went insane yk jaiden, jaiden animation ? if you don't she is an animator and is generally kid-friendly and doesn't swear super much im saying this because one of the most popular clips from the purgatory even was her screaming “kill yourself” from the top of her lungs i don't have the clip saved but if i find it ill send it to you is so funny anyway, so yeah team bolas went insane they all started wearing these gas masks and it looks so fucking cool 

oh and the ccs wore actual gas masks irl look

also everyone (but especially baghera and cellbit) got super attached to phil and started calling him dad, an now baghera has trauma and is super clingy to phil cause she sees him as a father figure 

also everyone on team bolas HATES bbh i hope he dies and burns and is tortured eternally <33

(bbh was fucking ruthless and was a notorious spawn killer and gave everyone but especially charlie trauma)

but after the disaster that were the first couple of days team bolas made an insane comeback and manage to fucking win the event!!!

so in conclusion bolas forever <3

there are a lot of more fun moments from the purgatory event (like charlie terrorizing quackity, everyone going insane when carre logged in, that one time charlie pretended to be wilbur) but these were the basics of team bolas

hope you had a fun time reading this lol it was a lot of fun to write, and again if you want me to elaborate on anything (for example i could talk about q!phil and how his hardcore lore has become a part of the qsmp) tell me!! also if you plan on watching the qsmp and you want to know where to start you could also ask me that and ill happily help you get into the qsmp!!

again hope you had fun reading all this and i hope you have a nice day :3

AH THIS IS SO UP MY ALLEY, GOSH I LOVE THE MASKS. I for sure need to watch the vods, team bolas basically had everyone in it that im intrested in watching omg. I love the insanity but also the companionship of just losing it together. I love some minecraft killing game stuff (big life series fan lol) OH YEAH I SAW THAT PHILS HARDCORE WORLD LORE WAS CANON?? Ive watched phil a little before he joined the dsmp and I watched him religiously until 2022 so I know the lore of the hardcore world and I AM VERY ATTACHED TO IT. I am assuming Q!phil was hardcore!phil before but somehow got kidnapped to the island(?) I AM FOR SURE checking that out

[thursdayinspace]

20 questions for 20 writers

tagged by @thatfragilecapricorn30 @randomfoggytiger and @baronessblixen thank you!! <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 21

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 70.063 -- this is my new AO3, so that's why it's still so low, haha.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Only X-Files now.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? spectacular (glasses sex!), it's the day the world didn't end, from this morning forward (that makes me so happy), got you covered, wild side

5. Do you respond to comments? yes. if I ever don't, I'm sorry, it's not because i didn't love your comment, but i just don't get around to it right away sometimes. but i try to reply to every single one because i love them all.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? ohhh. i don't write super angsty endings . . . I guess mend into pieces bc it's season 2 and they know they're making a mistake, but we all know they'll figure it out eventually, so.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? they pretty much all end happily. i'm going to more or less randomly pick five ways to say i love you. because i loved writing that ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics? so, okay. there are two stories here i want to tell from an old fandom. one is funny. one is kind of great, really?

the funny one: i got a looooong comment on a fic, like several paragraphs long, going into great detail about why the fic sucked and why i sucked and why i had personally offended them by writing fic at all. they obvs meant to comment anonymously but forgot to log out. by the time i got to my computer, they had deleted their entire account. of course i had their name in the ao3 email. i laughed so hard at that.

the kind of amazing one: i got a very rude anon on tumblr, and i responded by saying i'd be happy to discuss their criticism, but i wasn't going to have a conversation with a hockey puck with sunglasses, and asked them to come off anon so we could talk. and they did! they showed up in my dms a short while later. we solved nothing and did not part as friends, but i actually have mad respect for that. wherever they are today, i hope they have taken some anger management classes and are doing well!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? yeah, i certainly do. idk what kind? the porny kind? lol no i mean it's kind of lame but fun.

10. Do you write crossovers? i wrote a stargate atlantis/firefly crossover centuries ago but that was it. or maybe start trek with sth else, i don't remember.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? i don't think so, no.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? yes! it's so much fun and i would do it again.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? mulder and scully!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i plan to finish all of them.

16. What are your writing strengths? it used to be dialogue but i don't think it is anymore. idk? i think i can create an atmosphere?

17. What are your writing weaknesses? i tend to repeat myself a lot and then skip over other things completely. i'm not good with transitions between scenes.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i haven't done it, but if it would make sense for a fic, i might do it.

19. First fandom you wrote for? stargate atlantis. i was very late to the fanfic party.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? it's called 'ellipsis' and is still with the beta. but of the ones i've already posted, either from this morning forward or yesterday's future.

Randomfoggytiger added additional questions:

1. Is writing a hobby or way of life? i mean it's a hobby but it's definitely also a way of life. there isn't ever a time when i don't think about writing and everything all the time connects in some way to a thing i'm writing and i can't imagine what i'd do without writing.

2. A journal full of writing notes or a clean, completed manuscript? completed manuscript! or notes? uhh . . . both?

3. Who (or what) is your writing inspiration? everything. random things. i can't think of one specific thing, it can be literally anything.

4.Which is worse: someone you "idolize" reading your first draft or listening to you sing? both thoughts are equally awful lol

5. Has writing from someone else's POV ever changed your own perspective? yeah, i think so. not in any big way, but about smaller stuff, just the way i look at certain things? yes.

6. Tumblr, AO3, LiveJournal, or FFN? ao3!!! my tinkerbell brain loves the comment section, haha. also it's just so much nicer to read on ao3 and there's the download option, so also as a reader, def ao3.

7. AO3 wordcount, and are you satisfied with it? 70.063 - no, i'm not satisfied with it. i used to write multi-chapters with more words. but it's a new account so yeah starting small again.

8. What movie/book/fic gripped you irrevocably? jasper fforde's 'thursday next' series. it's where i stole my name from. literary detectives? oh man. it's the kind of story where you wish you'd had the idea first. go read it!!!!!

9. What's the highest compliment you could ever be given, and have you been given it? i am really really lucky to have been given so many amazing compliments and i appreciate every single one. i couldn't say what means the most to me . . . probably when it's personal to the commenter? when someone tells me sth i've written touched them in some way. bc that's what i want to achieve.

10. What defines your writing style? lol idek man pretentious purple prose? i think i live somewhere between overuse of metaphors and focus on the rhythm of a text. i love writing in english bc it flows so nicely. idk is trying to make it sound nice a style bc then that's at least what i'm going for.

who hasn't been tagged? no pressure tags for @backintimeforstuff @nachosncheezies @actual-changeling and everybody else who wants to!

[misc-obeyme]

Ok sorry super late but it's me the solobarb anon and yeah i was mostly talking about the art but i also find the story so silly

but anywyas about the art REOAOASFGFDSHQWHHSS first of all BARBATOS'S SHOULDERS?.$.@"!(1!$+1+"!$ i started to go insane im sure i transformed into a whole another being when i first saw that card i literally spammed my friend with it until she had to BLCOK ME for whole 5 minutes and only unblocked me when i promised to not spam her anymore 💔

AND SOLOMON'S FACE 😭😭😭 HE LOOKS SO CUTE THE LITTLE SCARY HAND POSE TOWARDS BARBATOS ONLY FOR BARBS TO LOOK BACK AG HIM LIKE HE WANTS HIM DEAD 😭😭😭 IM CRYING PLEASE

and yes i agree solobarb is way cuter when they're getting along but also JFDJWDSS angry Barbatos is so funny to me 😭 i was caught so off guard when i started to play nightbringer by the way he talks to solomon, i already shipped them before but nightbringer just made them jump to one of my biggest canon x canon ships in om

i see a lot of ppl theorizing Barbatos was mad at Solomon for another reason and just lied to mc because he doesn't trust them and tbh considering how long it took for him to open up to mc in the og game it's a very believable theory but also Barbatos getting mad at Solomon because he wasn't the first demon Solomon thought to make a pact with is very silly to me i love that part so much

also in the part of the story where mc says they'd like to do both of their ideas and Solomon just says they're greedy 😭😭😭 i hate that man so mMUCH /pos

(also is it just me or Solomon looks like he belongs in evangelion in that card like the art style looks so similar to me....)

Anon, you are not super late lol. If anything, I am the one who is late in responding... alas, I'm still always a day behind on asks...

Anyway, yes, Barb's shoulders which we so rarely get to see~ I am sayin' he looks like a freakin' bride!!

Solomon is always adorable but that funny lil rawr face is incredibly cute lol!!

I suppose you could say Nightbringer allows for them to have an enemies to lovers sort of story... and you could also rewrite the list thing to be a story about Barb feeling jealous in a boyfriend sort of way...

But dearest anon, I'm afraid I am one of those people who has theorized that Barb is lying to MC about his real reason for being mad at Solomon. I think the reason would have been funny if they hadn't made such a huge deal out of it. But Barbatos rarely displays that kind of emotion and to me it just didn't make sense for it to be something so minuscule, even if it is funny. It seems a little more plausible if you look at it through a shipping lens, though. Like if Barbatos really loves Solomon only to find that he only made it eighth on the list? That feels a little more likely to me. But even then, I feel like Barb's just not that dramatic about stuff lol. I could get into this further, but I digress!

Of course, I know a lot of people enjoyed that particular piece of the story and I'm not at all going to say that they shouldn't, so it's all good lol!

Solomon saying MC is greedy made me laugh, too! I was like exCUSE me, but you two can't agree on anything at the moment, what do you want me to do, choose a side!?!? I don't think so! If saying yes to my two faves makes me greedy, then just call me Mammon. >:(

I wish I could tell you if it was just you, but I'm not familiar enough with Evangelion to give you an opinion, I'm afraid. I'm just gonna say that you are probably right and should trust your instincts!!

[akaakeis]

AAAAAA HAPPY SELF SHIP FRIDAY SAV!! WITH YAKU IS SO SO CUTE OMG I CAN'T WAIT TO HEAR ABOUT YOU GUYS YAYAYAYAY I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE JOINING SELF SHIP FRIDAY HERE'S MY QUESTIONS:

pre: 1 & 6

gen: 2

love: 1 & 10

domestic life: 11

SORRY TO ASK A LOT </33 I'M JUST SO EXCITED TO HEAR ABOUT YOU GUYS!!!! HAVE A LOVELY DAY SAV TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF PLEASE!!

AAA NESS THANK YOU!! YAYAYAYAY HAPPY SELF SHIP FRIDAY <33

pre relationship: 1 + 6

How did they first meet?

aaa i answered it here!

6. What was their "flirting stage" like?

OKAY SO when we were kinda in the situation phase we would always be calling each other on the phone even if we had nothing to talk about... so like we would do homework on the phone and we would be doing chores while we're on call... that type of thing!! we didn't really "flirt" per se, but we would go out of our way to talk to each other and spend time together!! ONE THING THOUGH is whenever we would meet up irl, he would compliment my hair and my outfit solely because he knew it made me flustered 😭 he would do lots of things just to get little flustered reactions out of me, so that was the extent of the 'flirting', since i'm not really flirtatious!!

general: 2

2. Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

we actually didn't!! maybe it could be considered that though? but the first time we went on a "date" was when we went together to watch the national team play in a volleyball match!! it was a really fun date! he bought tickets to the match one time when we were hanging out and he brought me to the match that day <3 i took a TON of photos and i ended up making him my phone wallpaper 🙂‍↕️ we also ended up getting matching jerseys from a merchandise stand in there as a way of commemorating the fact that we went :)

love: 1 + 10

Who said "I love you" first, and what was the situation?

it was me! it happened when we were about to get off a phone call because it had been 3 hours, and it was getting late... i was super tired so i blurted out a "bye, i love you.." and i just sat there for like 5 seconds before realizing what i had said 😭 but he acted like it was normal and responded back saying, "yep, bye, i love you too." AND I WAS FLOORED AFTER THAT i was not able to sleep the entire night i was giggling like a little girl

10. What do they like best about each other?

ooh i would say for him, he definitely likes how comfortable i am around him the best. like he really loves the way that i don't feel the need to think through what i'm saying when i'm around him<3 BESIDES THAT he also finds it funny though! for me, i think my favorite part of him is his caring instincts? not just that but like the way he can kinda read the way that i'm feeling, cause he always tries his best to help me through things and i just really love being cared for....... im such a loser for that type of thing 😭 makes me love him even more

domestic life: 11

11. What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

i think most commonly, it's just abbreviations of our first names 😭 just because both of us can find verbally calling each other pet names a little cheesy we kind of avoid it? we still do it sometimes (usually over texts though). so like he would call me vannah sometimes <3 and i may call him mori or suke!! we also call each other idiots/dumbasses sometimes though LMAO it really does vary

AND PLEASE DONT APOLOGIZE!! ITS SO FUN ANSWERING THESE!! <3 I HOPE THESE MAKE SENSE IM KINDA JUST RAPIDFIRING WITH WHATEVER COMES TO MIND!!

[summeroffice]

Interview with Наталія Мосейчук

10:15 Mykhailo, I'm sorry, the audience will just crucify you. I know it for sure happens every time when you speak in our episodes. 

18:31 Let me talk to you from the position of the person you know well. You know this person.  

I just think that this person not quite adequately evaluates the other side, and this means that he has already lost.  

25:39 Mykhailo, tell me sincerely, do you think that what happened at the night of 25 took place in the correct order in view of communication.  

From the point of view of communication, everything that happens at us is always a little uncommunicated. It's a bit strange tradition of Ukraine. We like the hype. That is, first we will give something, then people start hyping and then we start to try to communicate correctly.  

38:30 When you want to talk to yourself aggressively internally and say that everyone is guilty for some reason, ask yourself the question: what is the result that you want to get? 

39:27 It's just that I don't have a career. I don't care about any ratings. I don't have them.  

46:34 I would even note, in my opinion, such a significant difference between the way foreign journalists ask questions and ours. Foreign ones ask 30-45 seconds, specific question and want to hear a sufficiently specific answer. A or B. Ours ask questions very long, they show their self in questions, their interpretation instead of doing it in the article with respective material. They do it during asking the question. It is not quite the right motivation.  

49:40 Well, in 2022 we also had the Cossack drive. I apologise if it hurts you.  

54:45 My favourite meme Все пропало! [Everything is lost] 

1:01:52 [There's a whole exchange about literature.] 

Better read Salinger.

Salinger is funny. Here it is not funny.  

Not quite funny. Well, read "The Lord of the Flies" by Golding then.  

1:25:39 Oleksiy Arestovych. Let's name him anyway because I acted today in the role of an opponent using his theses and you answered them exactly, they are quite popular.  

I didn't answer his theses [shakes head]. I responded to the theses of deep pessimism. Let's put it this way. Because his theses are a bit different. This is the realisation of one's self. It is not about real understanding of what your country feels. It is not about wanting to help the country. It is not about the desire to find more effective formulas for managing the country. It is the realisation of one's self.  

Mr Mykhailo, I'm always grateful for the part when the person was an assistant to the state. 

[Nods]. Yes. Yes. Super.  

And it was the first months of the war when he worked as such a mediator with society and performed his role brilliantly, let's agree with that.  

No, let's not even that. Yes, definitely. At the beginning of the war a lot of people performed super functions and we are grateful. But you and I live in each specific stage of the war. And each specific stage of the war in part cancels everything that happened yesterday because it requires you to change, reformatting of one’s self among other things.  

I would have said that it's not the stage that cancels it but people. Our people cancel the previous. People forget. And you will be forgotten. And your contribution.  

[Sighs] You know... Yes, I understand. I understand. Good. Good. There's no difference.  

True? 

I... Again, I've already said it, I don't build a career. I want us to reach the correct ending of the war in any case so that we won the war. Because this will be enough to fix in your inner self who you are.  

The fate of Oleksiy Arestovych, is it at the centre, in the focus of the Office of the President? You speak with Latynina who asks him whether or not he is being chased and if his life is danger.  

Chased where? Where is he? [smiles] 

Obviously in Ukraine and it comes down to the persecution that is carried out in Ukraine and that is why he is an emigrant.  

He's in Ukraine? He's not in Ukraine.  

No, I'm saying it leads to him emigrating obviously because he is under the pressure of persecution and so on. Again, is the fate of Arestovych in the focus of attention of the Office of the President, the place where he worked? 

No. No, it makes no sense. He does not affect significantly on the processes that are happening in Ukraine today. It is to him that it seems that he is an influential politician, the politician of the future but the reality is a little different. He has the right to his personal behaviour definitely, the subjective behaviour as it seems to him but for that stage of the war in which we are with you, it doesn't matter anymore.  

Other people influence this stage of the war. Other people moderate this stage of the war and so it will happen. Later there will be other people and so on. And this is OK, I said [someone's alarm goes off] that in Ukraine there will always be people who will make it to the end. Even though everyone else will already fall and they will say that they cannot go further. But there will be found, respectively, people who exactly understand what final we should get in this war.  

Can you imagine yourself as a participant of the next peace talks or any negotiations with the Russian Federation? 

There will be no negotiations. In the classical sense of the word. There will be ultimate demands to the Russian Federation. At once at the highest level. Ultimate demands. /.../ Orban is an interesting character. It is always interesting to me to follow the psychological state of certain people because it is necessary to understand their motivation. 

[lystring]

sry long rant abt dumb dreams below I just needed to get it down

so I managed to fall asleep after that. and during those two hours I remember two dreams:

so night between wed n thu I slept for 11 hours and had another long ass dream about my ex (which is mostly just annoying cus sure we were together for 6 years but we've been broken up for almost as long and it was an amicable breakup that should've happened much sooner im not sure what my brain feels the need to process still about that bt whatever) and I thought to myself Again? like why cant i dream about some made up lover or maybe at leeast my last situationship that Im still a bit hung up on (last one kinda sarcastically bt also not cus I miss him lol) but apparently my brain decided to listen to me for the first time ever, but also in ofc the worst way ever.

because last night I barely slept at all, and the first part of the night I slipped in n out of sleep and a Super Fucked Up nightmare that was basically just beat for beat a literal horror movie where me and some guy were trapped on a small island outside the coast of Finland that we both had travelled to alone independently. and we were being held prisoners in a rundown house by a coven of witches or some other supernatural beings, like three super creepy pale blonde old women that were like forcing us to be a part of their "family" wearing the same clothes and eating "dinner" with us every evening and sleeping in childrens beds and the whole dream was me and this guy developing this really close emotional bond out of survival instinct and trauma. there was like this one point where he went into a part of the house that they told us not to go into and as punishment he just started growing painful mushrooms put of his skin on his face and I like. the fucking irl anxiety and fear I had waking up briefly for that was just fucking surreal. we managed to get them off and I literally told him to "please use my face wash" to avoid this problem. like ok funny girl haha. anyway we finally managed to escape and im not gonna go through every detail but honestly it would make a good horror movie that id be too afraid to watch. also it was so fucking uncomfortable for me that I had to get up and have a cigarette because I didn't wanna fall into the same nightmare loop that I'd been in for the last 4 hours or so.

one semi-realistic attempt at being cathartic about my last situationship (sorry to use that word but not sure what else to call it like we were dating we were never a Couple u know) where like. I was in very intimate but ofc dream absurd moments with him but I also got to say everything that I have been feeling and have been wanting to say to him. and in the dream our meeting is sparked by me drunkenly texting him from our work phone, which he responded to even tho he hasn't responded to my last irl (also in dream) texts from my own phone. and. like it was ofc surreal and confusing but also. it makes me wanna try one last time. which is dumb i know but. idk. like I said I kinda not kind jokingly asked my brain for this dream and it sure delivered thanks.

the last dream was a full on surreal chaotic fantasy stress dream where I had to juggle both work at a hotel in a dystopian world and at the same time a relationship with a woman I'm pretty sure is an amalgamation of all the straight women I've ever had hopeless crushes on but this time she was into me so ;) it was also right before I had to get up for work so it was way too short thanks brain fuck off

[unintentionaloracle]

I agree that Seth is a good champion and was the right person to win the new world title, but I don't see why Roman has to be brought up every time. You can praise Seth for the good job he's doing without dragging Roman into it and making a dig at him every time. At this point, it seems like Seth's title reign is all about Roman more than anything else. Roman isn't even the one who created this situation, WWE did. If they wanted him around more and defending the title more, why did they give him the new contract and agree to let him work part time? Why should Roman take the heat for something he can do nothing about and that wasn't his doing?

Let's also not forget the first two years with him as champion, when he was there all the time and defended his title frequently and pretty much carried the majority of the pandemic era, along with Sasha and Bayley. Funny how that gets swept under the rug and no one will mention it. The fact that he's part time now doesn't suddenly erase everything else he did before that or mean that he wasn't doing anything before. But a lot of you make it sound like Roman has done nothing through all of his career. And of course, Roman will never get the credit or the same respect as Seth. Just because it's Roman and he will never do right in anyone's eyes.

I'm sorry for the rant and that this has gone longer than I expected, but it's really disheartening to see so much negativity and hate towards a human being that has never done anything wrong to anyone. It's even sadder, knowing that Roman has a family, as well as his own health (due to his history with cancer) to take care of, but no one seems to care about any of that. Meanwhile, other wrestlers who have families or that have had a health issue or any kind of personal issue to deal with don't get hate for putting their families and health first. But when Roman does it and it's just oh so wrong. I just can't anymore.

Anyone who thinks Seth wouldn't do the exact same thing or that he won't in the future is only kidding themselves. It's only a matter of time before his daughter gets older. You think he isn't gonna want quality time with her or to be present for important milestones in her life? And if it were Seth doing what Roman is doing right now, we all know you'd be defending him and excusing him too and wouldn't like people sending him hate or making digs at him about it.

Hi (sorry this took a while to respond, had some things to deal with). First I'd like to apologize. If my guess is right about what prompted this ask, I probably could've phrased my comparison of the two/info passing better. And I likely will compare Seth and Roman less the further into Seth's title run we go (although my brain does kinda link the two together, given their history with each other. Almost like how my brain can't help but link Sami and Kevin together despite them having lives/careers outside of each other.)

Secondly, yeah, Roman HAS done a lot of work (and grown a lot), especially early in this title run of his. I know I may not say it much, but I'll give him all the flowers in the world for his part in The Bloodline Saga and his current character (that latter of which I find super fascinating on a lot of levels, in ways I don’t with a lot of my faves. Even Seth).

I may not have said it here, but any problems I have with him aren't really with him but with the booking/powers that be, the biggest being I think it was shortsighted of them to pivot to putting the WWE belt on Lesnar (a decision I dislike for other reasons, too) when Roman had to miss Day 1 for medical reasons (that I'm glad didn't turn out as bad as they could have given his medical history), and then do the title unification at Mania. Especially since IIRC there were rumblings about Roman wanting to go part time before that. I DON'T blame Roman for wanting time off. It was on the higher ups for not coming up with/implementing a solution earlier. Or, again, doing a unification at all.

Heck, I honestly don't mind him not defending at Night of Champions in hindsight and his title going undefended again at Money In The Bank because we're getting new developments in The Bloodline Saga and I'm a sucker for the drama of it. I'm glad he's got more freedom to do stuff like this (and last year's Survivor Series WarGames match my beloved!) now that he's not the sole world champ of the main roster(s).

I totally get being frustrated. It sucks when people hate on your faves. I’ve been there before. And despite how I might come off sometimes, I do like Roman/have grown to love him (like I felt bad for him with Extreme Rules 2021. That match was fun for most of it [especially on Roman's side. His reaction to the mega-kendo stick was great], but the ending with the turnbuckle did neither him or Finn/The Demon any favors); I may make some jabs now and then but at the end of the day there are wrestlers I have worse problems with than I've ever had with Roman. (Plus, I really am trying to be more positive overall lately, even if I slip up and get too salty now and then.)

And finally, I agree Roman gets too much hate for things and has for a long time (and the people who spew a lot of the nastiest hate/take it too far need to chill at minimum). He seems like a genuinely nice guy IRL. I don't blame him for wanting or needing more time off for family, health (physical and/or mental), or even just "hey I want time to be able to try other things, too." (Again, I’m more frustrated with the booking putting him as the sole champion for so long when he wanted to go part time, not him being part time.)

At the end of the day I do think wrestlers should take care of themselves and do what makes them happy. That's always going to be more important.

[gonbeeyamada]

no nsfw? ok i will censor. i want alice to [long cartoonish car horn accentuated by cat yowls and metal pans clattering] me and [more beeping, wilhelm scream] while i [roblox death noise for two minutes straight]. also, while i think miley is hot as hell, imo shes a non-character and in not a good way, i think if safalin or better yet ranger were a reoccuring character it would be better in every way; imagine if ranger was the first doll you met, and after joe died his sprite changed so you saw him wearing the hairclip? would also give way more meaning to his death and the rio laizer bit, as well.

i completely disagree with you on Miley being a non-character, and i think she's such a good demonstration of the themes and tones of yttd. not only that, her being the main villain in chapter one sets an easy story to follow until we get to a more complex story in chapter 2.

at first,. she is the Bad Guy. the only Bad Guy we know of. she is the FACE of asunaro, the game, and what they are to expect from here on. her being so cruelly passive as the game continues on is literally what is required of her. it's something ranger could never do, he's too invested in the participants and it's what gets him killed in chapter 2. YES miley and ranger share a lot of traits, mostly the sadistic joy they outwardly express as the participants suffer, but MILEY does it to observe and record, and RANGER does it out of passion and jealousy. Miley is there to provide what Gashu does in Chapter 2, she is law and order on the floor. I believe Ranger and Midori have more similar roles, they are there to bring Chaos.

ALSO. I just want to say. Mishima's death in the Pink Room just would NOT have been the same with Ranger. that scene literally is the paragon of yttd in my opinion. a constant in the game is the illusion of choice. the games are rigged, the votes are rigged and not everyone's chances are equal. some people never even had a chance. mishima's death so clearly shows that. and miley is KEY factor to that. she's passive, explains the rules clearly, and then waits for the results and REVELS in them.

ranger wasn't meant to be a bad guy like miley was. he was supposed to be more like maple in my opinion. maple is just another victim to asunaro, made to torment others. also, ranger being around for such a short period of time before he's tossed away like nothing really adds to his tragedy, honestly. ranger is nothing more than a doll who thought he had more power than he really did.

[bloodybreakupscene]

-> 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘, 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐓.𝟐

vance hopper x reader

-> you and vance finally hang out and your relationship starts to blossom!!

-> thanks for sm appreciation on the first part!! it was my first fanfic and everyone was super nice ab it tysm 😞🙏 ALSO, i don't know where vance lives so bare with me and pretend he lives in a cul-de-sac (idk directions that well either IM SO SORRY ILL DO BETTER NEXT FIC I PROMISE) 😞🤘

-> taglist; @dracosbloodychicken

vance liked you, a lot more than he's willing to admit to anyone, even himself. he occasionally glanced at you while playing the pinball machine he loved so much. sometimes you'd make eye contact and he'd look back at the game instantly. not even watching the ball inside of the game but away, elsewhere so he couldn't look back at you. god emotions were horrible; he thought. he repeatedly pressed the buttons on the side of the machine until you spoke.

"want to go get shakes later?" you asked, fiddling with the bracelets on your arm a little.

"i guess, i'm not doing anything else." he responded, although his tone was mellow and annoyed, he really did want to hang out with you. he just didn't want to show it, his vulnerability that is.

"alright then, i'll meet you here again at like 4:30, my mom needs me to help with dinner."

he nodded his head and you left the building, leaving only the memory of you standing next to him. he rolled his eyes, making a weak attempt and pretending to not care. he hated that every time you left he felt so happy and grossly obsessed with every interaction you've had with each other, whether it be something simple or complex conversations about whatever. he cared so much it was so annoying to him.

while overthinking he missed the button and the shiny grey ball placed in the machine fell back into the hole. he punched the side of the machine, causing the few people in the store to jump at the sudden noise. with no money left he had no choice but to leave. he walked home all pissed until he saw the front of your home, where you were doing yard work (thanks to your mom).

he's been to your house a few times, although most of the time you two just lounged in your living room watching shitty movies he'd complain about later. however, despite this he still came over every saturday when your parents weren't home to watch them with you.

"vance!! hello—!?" you waved, snapping him out of his daydreams.

he scoffed as he walked across the street towards the gray fence that separated your home and the empty sidewalk. he leaned up against the rusty metal and watched as you finished raking the leaves out front. you both talked again, vance seemed more relaxed however. he didn’t really have a reason to be mad out here, well not anymore at least.

“mm’ anyway it’s almost 4:30, let’s go.” he started walking away despite you yelling at him to wait. he stopped near a corner and waited for you to catch up. you stood by his side as you both were on the way to the local diner. the diner wasn't perfect, but at least they had good shakes.

you got a booth and you both sat and talked while waiting for the server. discussing topics like school, homework, weather, and anything and everything that came to mind. you smiled and vance almost reciprocated it, almost. the waiter came over and handed you both what you ordered, a strawberry milkshake for you, and a vanilla one for vance, because he's basic like that. well, that's what you called him, he could careless.

"but how are your grades doing? i think you ditched the last two days right?"

"i was sick."

"oh, like, for real?"

"yes." he blankly stared at you, his eyebrow raised slightly. based on his expression alone you can tell he thought you were an idiot. you laughed, hard, harder than you probably should've. his expression itself was hilarious but the fact that vance actually gets sick sent you over the edge.

"what are you laughing at?? what's so funny??" he asked, demanding an answer from you. his face blushed red as he looked away from you, but his angered expression slowly diminished as he watched you slowly calm down from your laughing/coughing fit. he glanced at you as your arm held your stomach, still coughing a bit in your hand.

"uhm— ahem, okay. uh, how's your shake?"

"is that all you have to ask after almost dying? i was about to bury your ass in the back of the restaurant."

"if i did die would you come to my funeral?"

"no." he threw a five dollar bill on the table. "let's go, m' tired of this place."

"already? we were there for like ten minutes." you joked, walking with him out of the door, the bells atop the door ringing as you both walked out.

"ten minutes too long." he groaned, shaking his head to get his hair out of his face. "i can't fucking stand being in one place too long."

"you don't seem to mind standing in front a machine for over three hours."

"it's different, idiot."

"sure." you said, as you guys went towards, presumably, vance's home, it went quiet. not the awkward kind of quiet like the first time you met but the content kind of quiet, the enjoying each other's presence kind of quiet. vance noticed you eyeing his hand every three seconds, he would've scoffed if he wasn't endlessly in love with you.

besides, there wasn't anyone around so. . . before you rounded another block towards the cul-de-sac, he grabbed your hand and enveloped your fingers together. five minutes passed and you followed him into his house. this is probably the second time you've been here, might as well be the first because the first time you came you waited outside.

"well, i'm gonna get going now. um, i'll see you tomorrow." you waved, finally letting go as his hand as you walked out the front door.

"oh, yeah, okay, bye. cya' tomorrow i guess." he responded, watching you close the front door. his heart was pounding in his chest, vance almost panicked because he thought he was having a heart attack, but it was just stupid emotions. maybe it wasn't so bad, he didn't mind having emotions at that moment, especially if they were for you.

"so, you gonna tell me who that is?"

"MA'—?"

[twopoppies]

Hi Gina, I hope you are very well. Today reading your receipts about meeting Louis and Harry I got to thinking that many years ago my cousin and I met them in LA when they were still in 1D and they were very young (this is not a receipt, just a somewhat funny story) I think it was 2013 but I'm not too sure. So my cousin has never been part of the fandom, she's not larrie or anything, in fact at the time I recognised them because I was a 1D fan and I've been larrie since 2012. We were in a restaurant and we just said hello and took a picture with them (a picture I don't want to publish because it's my most precious treasure). For my cousin it was meeting another celebrity because she had always lived in LA but for me it was the coolest thing in my life because I'm from a South American country and these things don't happen plus I loved them with all my soul (still do) and I was very young too so you can understand I was super nervous, that was it and I thought I would never have the chance to see them or talk to them again. In 2019 I was on holiday in London again with my cousin (we travel a lot together) and this time we just met Harry in a restaurant (again), I was about to pee myself because of how excited I was so I couldn't tell him much, I told him I loved him and loved ever since new york and he told me it was a very special song for him, we chatted for a while and before we said goodbye my cousin ASKED HIM ABOUT LOUIS IN THE MOST CASUAL WAY IN THE WORLD. OMG I wanted the earth to swallow me up, I was embarrassed but my cousin was relaxed, her question was very innocent and without any bad intentions (she didn't know anything about larry or 1d), I froze and harry just smiled very warmly and said he thought louis was at home, then we said goodbye and that was it. Gina I felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest but I also had a fit of laughter because I couldn't believe what had just happened, it was unreal. And well that's all, my cousin now she knows about Larry because after that I told her a lot of things and whenever she remembers it she is ashamed and says that the next time she sees Harry she will offer him an apology.

(Sorry if there is something wrong written, English is not my first language) and (I love your blog Gina, thanks for everything).

Hahahahaha! Oh my god this is such a great story. I can totally picture you wanting the earth to swallow you up. I'm glad he responded so sweetly. Thank you so much for sharing this with me!

And your English is perfect, nothing to apologize for!

[flrtwoo]

wc: 1.3k

as changmin neared the locker room, he heard a bunch of shouts and hoots coming from inside. soon after, a crowd of highschool kids started making their way out of the room, buzzing with energy and excitement. siyeon, who was in the crowd, spotted him and ran towards her favorite uncle.

"uncle changmin!" she shouted, earning a jolt from the clueless guy. when he saw siyeon coming his way, he smiled so wide and opened his arms for her. she jumped into the hug, laughing in happiness.

"that's a lie, you now have all the time in the world to do mom's errands WHICH you can't run away from anymore!"

"okay... maybe but don't think that i'm not dragging you with me to do them!"

you watched changmin and siyeon interact so animatedly from the entrance of the locker room, and you couldn't help but fall even further for the guy who's already stolen your heart. his smile could literally light up the whole world, you truly believed that.

"so i lost to dimples? huh."

"so i lost to dimples? huh."

you turned to meet the owner of the voice. "younghoon i still don't know how to respond to your comments, i love you but also are we really okay?"

your best friend laughed as he slung an arm around your shoulders. "YES we're okaaay it's just funny to see your reactions whenever i make comments about my crush on you!"

"you're sick, you know that? sick in the motherfriking head." you poked his head, younghoon continuing to laugh. "i know, i know."

from his peripheral vision, he saw changmin waving siyeon goodbye and walking towards you. with that, younghoon made it his cue to leave.

"looks like lover boy is coming right this way, so don't feel pressured to come to the lunch! i'll take care of the kids for now, you enjoooy your time." he teased and winked at you. you pretended to gag, mouthing a "what the fuck?" to him as he shrugged and left your side.

once you faced forward, you were met with a very nervous-looking changmin. "congrats y/n! you're the last person i needed to congratulate, i already spoke with younghoon but yea." he said.

"thanks changmin." you gave him a soft smile. he looked extremely anxious and you didn't know what was going through his head, so the both of you just kind of stood there in an awkward silence.

as you were about to end the conversation because where tf was this going to go, changmin cleared his throat. "i know your busy with the team, but can we talk? there's something i actually need to say to you."

"oh, sure! we can talk outside, at least it doesn't smell like chlorine and sweat out there." you commented, trying to lighten the mood. however, changmin didn't respond and just made a beeline towards the entrance of the arena.

you were confused, a little scared even. "what if he didn't want to be friends anymore? what if he was moving away to someplace far? what if he's not actually human? what if-"

"y/n, don't worry! it's nothing of that sort." he chuckled. "holy shit i thought out loud." your face grew beet red, and you stuttered out an apology for how he shouldn't have heard your thoughts.

you two eventually made it outside after an excruciating minute of you fanning the red out of your face and him trying to hold in his laughter at your embarrassment. you found a bench and sat on it, gesturing for him to follow.

as he sat down, he rubbed his hands against his pants, wiping off the nervous sweat that had formed. "okay, y/n i'll need you to listen to me carefully. let me know your thoughts after, alright?" he asked as he turned to face you.

"will do changmin!" you turned to face him too and flashed him an encouraging smile.

changmin was nervous in front of you, but the warmth you exuded from your smile alone was enough to give him the confidence to just think fuck it and tell you what he's been meaning to tell you for a while now.

"y/n the way we met, it was so, how do i put this... out of the blue? i mean, who expects to be punched during work duty and be pushed into the pool for literally standing there?"

you laughed at this, recalling the memory of how messed up your first and second meetings were.

"okay, i admit the second time was partly my fault, but still! it's crazy to tell people 'yea i met them in a haunted house where i was the scarer they punched'! but honestly, it's a much more interesting story than all the other 'how did you meet?' stories out there."

you nodded in agreement.

"when i met you the third time, you as siyeon's coach and me as her uncle, not gonna lie i wasn't the happiest about that. i'm sure you knew that too. but we kept meeting and meeting again under the most unexpected circumstances, and eventually i just thought 'maybe they're meant to be in my life, one way or another.'"

"we started talking more and hanging out, and soon i started looking forward to every time we talked and, well, hung out. i mean, you made even the boring things seem fun! that time i was studying for that dance theory test? all you did was ask the dumbest questions and i was already on the floor laughing my ass off!"

you wanted to protest about how your questions were NOT dumb, but changmin stopped you.

"i'm sorry, yes your questions were not dumb, i was just kidding." he patted your head, smiling affectionately at you. you rolled your eyes, however a smile similar to his soon made its way to your face too.

seeing you look at him with so much love in your eyes made something in his mind click and suddenly, his thoughts have never been clearer.

his heart's never been happier.

he didn't just like you. you meant so much more to him, and he knew you needed to know.

"what i'm trying to say is: home is somewhere i feel happy in, where i feel comforted, where i feel loved. and if being with you makes me feel those things, then y/n you are my home. and i hope you feel the same way, because i love you."

changmin exhaled as if he was holding his breath the entire time. he looked at you expectantly, waiting for your answer.

you, on the other hand, was shocked. just plain shocked, and you didn't know what to do, how to react, or what to even say.

the guy who'd stolen your heart had just admitted that you've stolen his heart too, so how the fuck do you respond to that.

after you had stayed silent for 13, 14, 15 seconds (yes, changmin was counting), he lost all hope. sighing, he looked down at his hands. "i'm sorry for putting this all on you, i knew it was a stupid idea, i'm sorry-"

you cupped changmin's cheeks to stop him from talking. he looked up, meeting your glassy eyes. you slowly neared his face until you were inches apart, and whispered your reply.

"i love you too, dumbass."

you closed the distance, lips meeting his as you kissed him slowly, sweetly. he smiled into the kiss, holding you as if you could disappear between his fingers.

it was a very romantic moment that unfortunately didn't last very long, because shortly after a bird landed on changmin's head causing him to scream, you to scream, and the bird to go number 2 on his head.

but oh well, everything about your relationship was so out of the blue anyways, right?

out of the blue | jcm

[chapter 19]

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summary: when you find out that one of the students you coach is the niece of the guy you accidentally punched in the face and pushed into a pool, you're not surprised that he's, well, disappointed at the outcome. however, you're determined to make amends with him for the sake of his niece... and maybe for the sake of his cute face too.

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a/n: I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE i had to finish writing this piece but 🥲 last update on wednesday AAAA i hope you guys liked this chapter though, i didn't expect to go past 1k but i think i got carried away? 😃 it's not super edited too, so i'm really sorry if there are any mistakes!! please send me a message or tell me thru the ask box if there are hehe THANK UU <3

[itzyourgirlnat]

The fight isn't over yet (part 5)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 6

You opened your eyes, you were going through clouds, you were falling, you were falling in the sky, that meant one thing, you made it, you managed to open the door, you did it, you saved them. You were still falling and you tried to fly but couldn’t there was no strength left in your body. But that didn’t matter, you did what you had to do and you saved them. You close your eyes, you’re so tired, the little strength inside of you left. You keep falling until you feel something hold you. You open your eyes for a few seconds, it's Kara. She’s safe, you did it, nothing else matters. You black out after that.

You wake up, you don’t know what day it is or how much you’ve been gone. At first you can only see a white light, you blink a few times until you realize you're at the DEO. You look at yourself, in where there was a wound there is now a bandage, you also noticed how your clothes are different. You look around, only to see no one around. You try to use your super hearing, it fails at first but then...

‘What is it Clark?’ you hear Kara say clearly annoyed

‘I’ve done a scan and i found a piece of those ships, a capsule i think ‘ your uncle said

‘and?’

‘the aliens are still here. Not all of them, but some managed to land before we sent the ships back to space’

‘Wait, if they are still here, why haven’t they done anything yet? it’s been weeks’ A voice that sounded like Alex’s said

Weeks?! How long have I been in this bed?!

‘We should go investigate and stop them before they decide to do anything’ J’onn said

You stopped listening and got up off the bed. Shit you sat back on the bed, you looked at your leg. It was bandaged, now you remember, you were stabbed and exposed to so much kryptonite. You took a deep breath. Ok I got this, I can do it. You got up once more and managed to walk slowly towards the door. You walked slowly through the halls getting very confused and concerned looks from some agents. But that didn’t matter, you had to reach the others so you could end with those aliens once and for all. As you got closer to the room you were able to hear the conversation again.

‘Kara, we need Supergirl to do this’ you heard Alex say

‘No, you are more than enough, you don’t need me’ you mom responded

‘Kara, Y/N will be fine if you’re not with her for a few hours, you’ve been next to that bed for weeks, you need to disconnect for a while, get some sunlight. I’ll be next to her all the time and warn you if anything happens’ Lena explained

‘I can’t’

You pressed your body on the door frame, the walk really did tire you out, that’s maybe why you didn’t notice the noise you made by supporting yourself with the door. All the heads in the room turned towards you.

‘Little one!’ Kara super speed towards you and was about to hug you tight until she realized that you had gotten out of bed. ‘What are you doing?! You have to be resting!’ She said

‘Jeju it’s ok, I’m fine’

She didn't buy any of it and picked you up.

‘I swear I’m fine this is not necessary’ you yelped while she held you.

Lena walked towards you and hugged you very gently

‘Oh baby we were so scared’ she said, you could feel her crying a bit

‘I’m sorry, but I’m ok now’ you said. You weren’t ok tho, your leg hurt and the rest of your body too but that didn’t matter. Those aliens did, they were a threat to your family, to the kryptonians, to the ones you’re supposed to protect. It was funny how, some weeks ago you wanted nothing to do with using your powers or dealing with aliens, but now, now those were the only things that mattered to you.

‘Supergirl, I hate to break this moment but, what do we do about the aliens?’ Brainy asked

Kara looked at you and then at the rest.

‘Superman and J’onn should go and investigate’ with that Kara turned around with you in her arms and took you back to your bed in the medbay. Lena looked at the rest apologetically before following her.

‘There you go’ Kara said, laying you back on the bed softly. You, however, had other plans and quickly sat up again.

‘What is going on with the aliens? Why aren’t you going?’ you quickly asked

‘That is nothing that you should worry about’ she explained.

You furrowed your eyebrows but before you could answer Lena stepped in.

‘ I just checked her vitals and she should be able to finally go home’

Kara nodded and tried to pick you up again but you moved.

‘Jeju, I can walk, it’s ok, you don’t have to carry me everywhere’

‘Y/N, what’s the last thing you remember?’ she asked seriously.

You thought about it, the last thing you remember was falling into the sky everything from there was black.

‘Y/N?’ Lena said.

You got out of your thoughts.

‘Umm, the last thing i remember, I remember getting to the ship and fighting the alien and then opening the door and…’

‘falling into the sky’ Kara said

‘Yeah cause that’s what happened, you jumped and almost died!’

You looked down.

‘Kara enough!’ Lena said. ‘Let’s go home, we’ll talk there’

You both obeyed Lena, Kara didn’t even doubt and carried you again. The atmosphere was really tense, you didn’t want to admit it but you were not feeling well, even if you had supposedly spent a lot of time under sun lamps (supposedly cause you don’t remember anything about it), but you weren’t gonna admit it. The only thing on your mind were those aliens. It was as if the energy and anger that took control of you and that helped you save your family was taking control again. But this time, this time it was different, because that sensation didn’t come from love or the necessity to save anyone, it came from anger and revenge and hate. Those were feelings that you didn’t experience much and that you weren’t sure why you were experiencing them. Lena, she was probably very disappointed, Kara would have definitely told her how you literally kicked her out of the spaceship, but she was also very worried and concerned and definitely holding back her disappointment because of Kara. Kara, the happiest and bubbliest person that you had met, she was incredibly mad, she almost never screamed at you and you weren’t quite sure why because you saved them all. But she was definitely not happy at all.

Once you got home you sat on the couch, refusing to go to your bed and sleep since you had just woken up. Lena sat next to you while Kara went to the kitchen to grab some water.

‘Y/N’ Lena said softly

You turned your body to her, giving her all of your attention. She held your hand.

‘You must know that the spaceship invasion was three weeks ago’

You froze, three weeks?! You had been sleeping for three weeks?! Wow, that's a new record.

‘When you fell to the sky, Kara grabbed you and took you to the DEO, where they had to induce you in a coma to be able to treat you’

You looked at her and then down and then back at her. WHAT THE FUCK

‘you should also know that the wound in your leg will probably leave a scar. You were infected with a lot of kryptonite. I am not sure how to say this so i'm just gonna say it’

You nodded, she took a deep breath.

‘Baby, you almost don’t make it’

You didn’t know what to say, you had imagined that already, you hadn’t forgotten how you managed to get out of that spaceship and you knew how close you were to be trapped there, but hearing it made it all different.

‘Oh’ was the only thing you could say.

Lena moved closer and hugged you hard.

‘Well, I didn't, right? I made it’ you said

Lena let go of you and nodded. At the same time Kara walked in and handed you a glass of water. You smiled at her but she didn’t smile back like she would have done. Instead she sat on the couch in front of you.

‘Ok so we need to talk’ she said, breaking the silence. Lena moved her eyes from you to her and you did the same.

‘Is this about the aliens that are still on Earth?’ you asked.

‘No, and from now on you’ll have nothing to do with them’ she replied

‘What?Why? I wanna help’ you complained, the need to stop those aliens still being your top priority.

‘Cause you’re not ready’ she stated

You furrowed your eyebrows, what did she mean? Had she forgotten how it was you the one who stopped them, had she forgotten how you were the one who had saved everyone or maybe she had forgotten that you were literally the protector of all kryptonians? Lena was confused too, she had planned with Kara the talk you were all supposed to have but it was never supposed to start like that.

‘What do you mean I’m not ready? I did it, I sent the spaceships out of the atmosphere’ you replied getting frustrated

‘and you almost died!’ she harsly screamed, moving her hands to her head.

You looked at her, confused, yeah you almost died but you didn’t, you’re still here, besides it’s not like she hasn’t ever been about to die before.

‘I didn’t die mom. I made it’ you replied coldly.

She took a deep breath before looking you in the eyes. The crinkle appeared once more in her forehead.

‘You’re right, you didn’t die but let’s think of what you did do alright?’ You could see the anger in her eyes. You were terrified, you had seen Lena angry plenty of times and it was definitely not nice, but Kara, she was a whole different thing. You had never seen her like she was right now, you weren’t even sure if anyone had seen her like this.

You slowly nodded, not quite sure of what to do.

‘Ok, well first you disobeyed me when I clearly told you to stay at the DEO’ You didn’t know how to react, yeah you had disobeyed her but it was only to save them. ‘and then you fought a bunch of aliens! And then, oh, then you didn’t have enough and flew to the spaceship! I thought that you were gonna help me and I was ok with that until you kicked me out! You got in and kicked me out!’

‘Jeju’

‘NO’ she interrupted, ‘You pushed me and locked the door, you fought them alone Y/N! We don’t do that! We fight together! But you wanna know the worst part?! The worst part is that you were aware of what you were doing, you knew the consequences, you knew that you could die! FOR FUCKS SAKE Y/N YOU ALMOST DIED HOW COULD YOU BE SO STUPID’ she screamed.

You didn’t know what to say, Kara had just cursed, you had never heard her curse. Lena was also frozen.

You looked down

‘I was doing what I was supposed to do’ you mumbled knowing she had heard you.

‘What you were supposed to do was to stay in the DEO’ she replied quickly and aggressively.

‘I am meant to protect all of the kryptonians, so that’s what I did’ you replied back.

‘That includes you too!’ she yelled

‘It is bigger than me’ you said

‘Oh please, since when do you give that much importance to saving the world?! A month ago you wanted nothing to do with it!’ She fought back

‘Since I realized that is what im meant to do! And if I have to die to do it I will!’ you yelled getting up, with tears in your eyes.

‘ENOUGH’ Lena screamed being done with the argument. ‘Y/N you are grounded until we say so’ she said seriously

‘But’ you were about to reply when she cut you off.

‘NO, as much as you saved all of us you you disobeyed us, so go to your room, your mother and I need to talk’

You looked at both of them not believing what had just happened. You walked to your room, closed the door and simply laid yourself in bed not quite believing what Kara had just said.

-in the living room-

‘Are you out of your mind?!’ Lena screamed.

‘She needed to hear it’

Lena took a deep breath.

‘Look I know that what she did was bad, that she shouldn’t have kicked you out but you were too harsh!’

Kara sighed ‘I had to be!’

It was Lena’s turn to sigh.

‘Look, she needs to understand that this is not a game! She could have died that day Lena! She was in a coma for weeks! So, what is gonna be the result next time she decides to play the hero, huh?!’

‘Kara’

Lena walked towards her wife and held her hands.

‘She was told that she had to protect all of you, she was told it was her mission. Besides, she is our kid. Did you really think she was gonna stay away from all of this for so long? I’m not saying she shouldn’t be grounded for disobeying and not thinking but we must explain it to her’

Kara nodded.

‘Why are you always the smart one?’

Lena simply chuckled and hugged her wife.

‘I was just so scared, I still am’ Kara admitted bringing Lena closer.

‘I was too’

‘She was willing to die and I just, I can’t lose her’ Kara wanted to continue expressing her feelings but the tears coming from her eyes made it impossible for her.

Lena let some tears fall too. They both stayed there, holding each other.

‘It will all be ok’ Lena whispered after a while, breaking the silence.

Kara nodded. Lena broke the hug slowly and caressed Kara’s cheeks with her hands.

‘Let’s go talk with our baby’

‘Yeah’

They started to walk towards your room. Lena held Kara’s hand while doing so, it always calmed both of them down.

-Back in your room- (this was happening while they were at the living room)

You were sitting in your bed, tears streaming down your face. You had stopped caring about it, you didn’t mind how terrible you looked. You had your face covered with your hands and your mind full of the things Kara had said. “What you were supposed to do was to stay in the DEO” You were supposed to stay back, she knew your powers are stronger, she knows the title you now hold, but she still told you to stay back, like if you couldn’t help in any way. “HOW COULD YOU BE SO STUPID” That’s what your mom said, she had never said anything like that, but she had now. You tried to help and you made it, but she thought you were stupid for doing so. Was it the first time she had thought that? or maybe she already thought it and your actions gave her prove? Were you really stupid? maybe you were, for thinking they would be proud. “Cause you’re not ready” You aren’t? It’s true, not that long ago you wanted nothing to do with superheroing, but still, you had trained everyday of your life. Since you got your powers you have worked constantly to contain them and control them. She had seen you train strategy with Alex, she had teached you how to fly, how to use your super strength,... but she still thought you weren’t ready.

You raised your head from your hands and looked up at the ceiling, closing your eyes once more, trying to contain your breathing. You simply listened. It was something that you had always done, when you were nervous, afraid, frustrated,... you closed your eyes and just listened. You paid attention to whatever your ears focused on first, the steps of an old person walking in their home, the sound of a car, the birds in the park,... this time it was the sound of the water of a small fountain. You were almost calmed when your ears started to listen to something else. It made no sense at first, until it did.

They found out about us, we must do it now.

We still have some kryptonite left.

That’s what they said. You didn’t think about it. You got up, opened your window, ready to get out and stop them. Then you stopped, Kara was right, you weren’t thinking you were just acting. What were you gonna do? It was only you and you weren’t in your best moments physically. You could warn her, tell her what you had heard. But if you did she would handle it and tell you to stay out of it. She wouldn’t want you to get hurt. At that moment you understood something crucial about being the ‘Knight of Krypton’. Holding that title meant being stronger than the rest, it meant being faster, having more resistance. But it also meant having more control, it meant thinking before acting as something crucial. Until that night all you had done was act out of fear. You kept running and pushing and fighting without thinking what could happen. You couldn’t do that, you needed a plan. A plan that would allow you to use all of your abilities, a plan that would protect the others without your death as a consequence. What you think was your instinct kept telling you to go through that window and kill them all. That was coming from the fear, the anger and the necessity of revenge inside of you. But you couldn’t follow that path, it didn’t have a nice ending and you were aware of it.

There was a knock on your door, then you heard how it slowly opened but you were too busy deciding what to do.

‘Y/N?’

Your back was facing the door so you couldn’t see their faces, you couldn’t see the marks the tears had left in their eyes and cheeks.

You finally made a decision.

You felt something hold your hand. You turned around and saw them. The two people that loved you the most. Lena was the one holding your hand, Kara was next to her but a little bit behind, looking at you with shy eyes, full of regret. You didn’t give them a chance to speak.

‘The aliens are gonna attack, they’ll do it as soon as possible’

They looked at you confused, not expecting that at all.

‘They will use kryptonite, I just heard it’

Lena looked at Kara and Kara looked at you.

‘I am gonna go and stop them. I know the risks but it is what I have to do’

‘If they have kryptonite is too dangerous’ Kara said

‘I know your position in this, you’ve made your point clear but I will not stay behind if that’s what you're asking me and I’m not asking you to do it either cause I know you won’t. I’m asking you to come with me’

With that you walked past them and went to the front door. You opened it and left.

Then you flew, you flew as fast as you could. But this time felt different, cause this time you knew what you had to do. You followed the voices until you arrived at a little cave in the middle of the closest forest on the outskirts.

You looked around, it was the middle of the night, everything was dark, the only thing that allowed you to see was the little light coming from the cave. You were gonna walk in when they arrived.

Both Supergirl and J’onn were now next to you. You looked at them, he nodded at you and started to inspect the entrance of the cave. Supergirl looked at you as if she wanted to tell you something but you didn’t let her, instead you followed J’onn.

You three walked into the cave slowly. It was longer than expected. You walked in silence inspecting every detail of it. It led you all into a big room, it was lightened with torches and you could hear the aliens working there. With your x-ray vision you were able to see what they were making. A kryptonite bomb, it was so big that it could affect the whole city, but only the kryptonians would be affected by it. You looked at Supergirl and she looked at you. J’onn did a signal, you all knew what it meant. It was time.

You all flew into the room, J’onn went straight to the bomb while you and Supergirl fought all the aliens. Surprisingly there were more than what you had expected.

Supergirl went to the left and you went to the right . Even if Supergirl had more experience in fighting than you, you were so much more effective. When she knocked out one you had knocked out three. Your powers had taken over you but this time it was different. This time you were letting them take over you. You were letting all that anger, all that fear and all the need of revenge out and you were using it, transforming it into something useful. You were so immersed in fighting that J’onn had to repeat himself twice before you were able to hear him.

‘Y/N, Supergirl’

You punched the alien in front of you before flying next to him.

‘The bomb is really unstable, it could blow up at any minute’ He announced going over the controls next to the projectile.

You looked at your mom, she had heard him but had a lot of aliens around her fighting her. She couldn’t help. At that moment you lost all the confidence that you had. You had no idea what to do, Kara was right, you were not ready, this was too big for you.

‘Ok, I’ve established it but it won’t last for long we need to get rid of it’ J’onn exclaimed

‘Can’t we turn it off?’ You asked

‘ I don’t know how and we don’t have the time’ J’onn explained.

You were about to ask him what you were supposed to do when more aliens entered the cave and attacked him.

‘No, get rid of the bomb!’ he shouted when he realized you were going to try to help him.

You looked at the bomb and then at your mom, she was still fighting some aliens. She punched one in the face and it threw him towards the closest wall, then with x-ray vision she hitted other three. At that moment she turned her head and looked at you. ‘I believe in you’ she said, knowing that you could hear her even with all the fighting going on around you two.

You took a deep breath, think Y/N think. Ok, the bomb was full of kryptonite and it was gonna explode soon, you had no idea how to turn it off and there wasn’t time to figure it out. You had to get rid of it. But you had to take it somewhere where it could explode without causing any damage. The explosive wasn’t very big and it didn’t look very heavy, you should be able to carry it, but where?

You realize what you could do, you had never done that before and it was somewhere your mom had always told you not to fly to. It was dangerous but it was the only place you could think of. Fuck it

You grabbed the bomb and held it close to you with your arms, you couldn’t let it fall and hit the ground cause it may blow up. It was heavier than you thought. Meanwhile Supergirl was knocking out another alien when she saw how you took off and flew out of the cave.

You flew, you flew up, higher than you had ever flown. You flew as fast as you could. When you were breaking through the last cloud in the sky the bomb in your arms started to beep. Slowly at first, but then the rhythm of the noises became faster and faster. You were running out of time but you were still in the atmosphere. You had to hurry.

Back at the cave J’onn and Supergirl had managed to take all the aliens down.

‘Where did Y/N go?!’ Supergirl asked

‘She took the bomb with her, she’s gonna get rid of her’

‘What? We have to go then’

Kara was about to go out of the cave when J’onn stopped her by holding her hand.

‘No. There’s nothing we can do. It’s in her hands now’

‘Do you know where she’s going?!’

Supergirl looked him in the eyes. After some seconds he nodded.

‘Outer space’

Kara froze.

‘We have to go’

‘Kara’

‘She could not make it’

‘There’s nothing we can do and you know it’

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You were starting to feel the need of air. You kept going, you kept flying, higher and higher as fast as you could. The alarm of the explosive in your arms was just a background noise at this point. You felt the cold air against your skin slowly fading away. Then you feel nothing, you couldn’t feel the air, you couldn’t hear anything, you were floating but you were making no effort. Those things could only mean one thing, you had made it, you made it to outer space. You looked behind you, you weren’t too far away from the atmosphere but it could work. You then realized how the alarm in the bomb in your arms was going so fast, you could tell thanks to the little red light (cause you couldn’t hear anything), you had to hurry thi wasn’t over yet. You threw the explosive as far as you could and just when you did it exploded. Surprisingly, you could feel the kryptonite it expelled. That was when you remember all the wounds you had from the last fight. Pain was the only thing you could feel at that moment. With the little strength you had left you managed to impulse yourself back to the earth’s atmosphere. You had to use almost all the energy you had left since flying in space is something you had never done and your human side was begging for oxygen. You, however, made it. Slowly you descended until you entered the atmosphere. Once you felt the air again, once you could hear the sounds of the cities and of life, only at that moment you felt at full peace.

You had made it, you had saved your family, you had defeated the aliens, you had proven everyone who ever doubted you. It’s true you almost died in the process and now that you think about it your moms were probably right about some of the things they had said. But nothing worries you now. You closed your eyes, right there in the middle of the clouds while the sun rose. Hearing the calming noises of nature. You stayed there, without thinking, just feeling.

After a while, you don't know how long. You descended, you couldn’t hide in the clouds forever even if you sometimes wished for it. Before flying you listened, you listened to Kara and Lena’s heartbeat, it didn’t take you long to figure out where they were, they were at the DEO, but you also noticed one thing, both heartbeats were incredibly fast. You had to return.

You arrived, some agents stared at you, you asked them were your mothers where. They replied and you went where they had said.

You opened the door and saw all of the Superfriends there, doing nothing, simply staring at each other, waiting for something. You soon realized how that something was you.

Kara was the first one to realize you were there and also the last one to do something about it. She just stood there, remembering all the things she had told you. Lena, however, didn’t hesitate, she went straight to you and wrapped you in the tightest hug you’ve ever gotten.

She didn’t say anything and neither did you. You both simply hugged each other while you felt her tears fall. After a few minutes she let go of you but she still had her hands pressed to your arms. A gesture that everyone in your family had gotten used to.

‘I’m ok mom. I made it’

‘I know you did, you are our savior’

You chuckled. She hugged you once more.

‘I’m so proud of you, my baby girl is now a hero’

‘That doesn’t mean I’m no longer your baby girl’

This time it was her who chuckled. She then tightened the hug

‘If you ever do something as stupid and as dangerous as you’ve been doing lately without even asking me first you will be in so much trouble’

You froze, she kissed your cheek.

‘And I hope you understand that you are still grounded’

You nodded (since you didn’t have the strength to argue with Lena Luthor at the moment). After her it was Alex, then J’onn, then Nia, Brainy and Kelly who hugged you and congratulated you for what you had done. (No one said anything negative since they knew you would already have more than enough with Lena’s punishment).

It was only her left, Kara. You looked at her and she looked at you, she then walked slowly towards you until she was right in front of you. You improved your posture and stared at her, still a bit angry about what had happened.

‘You did a great job’

‘Thank you’

You both stood there, in complete silence

‘I was wrong’

You furrowed your brows. She took a deep breath.

‘You were ready. I’m the one who wasn't’ she said

‘What do you mean?’ You asked

‘I- I wasn’t ready to see you fight. I’ve always known that you were more than prepared to fight. This doesn’t mean you won’t have to train tho. I will make sure you train double as hard from now on’ she said

You laughed, nodded and looked at the ground.

‘But you did great. I, on the other hand, didn't. I should have supported you, I should have been there for you. But, when I saw you fell and then on that hospital bed. I thought I had lost you and, little one I can’t lose you’ she said between sobs.

You looked into her blue crying eyes, then you hugged her. She was surprised at first but hugged you too, carefully and softly not wanting to cause you more pain than your wounds already were. After some minutes you realized Lena was the only one left in the room, watching you both from the distance with a big smile on her face.

‘Come here mom’ you said, moving your hand.

She nodded and walked towards her two favorite people in the world. She hugged you both.

She kissed Kara’s cheek

‘I’m glad you two are good again’ she said

‘Yeah me too’ you replied. As a response to your answer Kara hugged you harder making you wince in pain.

‘Ok, I hate to break this moment but you need to go to the medbay’ Lena said, breaking the hug.

‘Alright then’ Kara said, picking you up once more.

‘You really don’t have to carry me. I can walk, you know?’ you replied but she didn’t let you go down

‘Nope, you already did enough young lady’ she said. Both Lena and you laughed.

You went to the med bay where you were healed from your wounds and a few hours later you were finally back home. You moms obviously made you stay in bed or the couch and took care of you and spent all their time cuddling you. You weren’t sure if what Kara said was true, you weren’t sure if you were actually ready for your role as the Knight of Krypton. But at that moment it didn’t matter, because for the first time in a while, the future didn’t seem so scary. You finally understood that you don’t have to do things alone, you understood that you weren’t alone and that you had never been.

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Hi guys :) I'm sorry for not posting in so long, life has been kinda crazy lately, but I'm slowly getting back to writing (kinda).

I hope you're all safe and if you have a suggestion or any ideas let me know :)

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I'm the newbie and anon who asked about Amazon Mc thoughts and I'm sorry if my message was unclear. I'm kind of new here and I had no idea how tumblr works.

I did see that the requests are closed so I wasn't really requesting head-canons, just thoughts about Mc and Lucifer.

Ah, okay, sorry about that, anon! I have been known to misinterpret things frequently lol. It isn't really a tumblr thing so much as a me thing, though! I think it was the formality of your ask that threw me off a little bit. Just because that's usually the tone people use when making a request, whereas just asking for my ideas is more informal. I think of it as... we're just chit chatting lol! But don't worry, you're totally good! I just wanted to confirm because I didn't want to give you the wrong type of response! (Also you'd be surprised how often people send requests even when it says they're closed alkdfadflkjdf I don't mind but it is kinda funny.)

Anyway, I had to think about it for a minute because Lucifer doesn't seem the type to be intimidated by an Amazon-like MC. I could see some of the other brothers having more of an issue, but Lucifer is pretty confident in his own abilities and powers. And I kinda think that's a good thing. It means that Lucifer would be more likely to treat such an MC as an equal than to see her as some kind of scary person.

At the same time, Lucifer is not dumb, so he would also be likely to treat this MC with more respect than he does our generic in game MC. I think he would be more cautious about how he speaks to her if she seems like she could oh I dunno pick him up easily or potentially fight him physically and win.

Once MC gets more powerful with magic and stuff, I suspect Lucifer would already be comfortable with her at that point, but wow she'd be formidable.

In a romantic relationship, I think he might struggle at first. The thing about Lucifer is this. He's super soft inside, but he doesn't want anyone to know it. So he acts very domineering because he's got to hide all that softness.

So it kind of depends on how Amazon!MC is personality-wise. If she's kind of like the standard "warrior" type, she might also be kind of stoic. In that case, I sense it could be some time before they even figure out they have feelings for each other. They might go a while of saving each other from certain death until they finally figure it out.

But once they do? Oh man. That right there is a power couple. But I can also see them butting heads if they happen to disagree on the best course of action. I think Lucifer is stubborn so if Amazon!MC is, too, then they might argue about things sometimes.

NSFW below the read more!

NSFW MDNI

Since you also asked about NSFW, I think it's going to depend on how aggressive MC is in this case. But my opinion is that Lucifer would absolutely worship her.

Lucifer is going to want to discover every part of her, learn exactly how to make her respond to his touch. I think he'd want to let her take over, to let her command him as she sees fit. Lucifer acts like he's going to be demanding in the bedroom, but I think all he really wants is to please his partner. That goes for Amazon!MC, too. Whatever she wants, he's happy to give. I kinda think he'd take it as a personal challenge to make her cry out his name while he's got his head between her legs.

Hmm anyway, these are just my general thoughts! Feel free to ask follow up questions if you'd like!

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The Secret.

Part 7 Finale pt.1

Avengers x Fem!reader

(+ \) Platonic, Angst

summary- The newest Avenger keeps a big secret from the rest if the team....

Warnings- swearing, mentions of death, Gunshots and torture 

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"Who are you?"

"Who am I? ha! I am Zemo, Baron Zemo. I hear you are a Avenger now?" he asks "no?" he asks again

...

"Well if your not going to talk to me then you just might respond when we put your son, Jake on. hmm, how does sound."

"I'm not telling you anything!" You shout at Zemo

~~~~~

Natasha speed walks down the halls of the Compound into the kitchen, stopping to talk with them about you.

"Guys-"

"Nat, glad you could make an appearan-"

"Y/n is missing, and I think I know where." she says worriedly

There are many responses to this, but mainly concerned faces

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"No that won't work it's Hydra-" Natasha responds

"Knew it!" says Steve pointing to Tony

The team comes up with a plan and heads to your last known location, which funny enough is where you are.

~~~~~

"Aggh!" You scream as the electricity runs through your nervous system, leaving you extremely exhausted.

"You feeling ready to talk yet?" Zemo asks politely, but his demeanor only makes you more angry with him

You hesitate, but shake your head "no" you snap at him

"Well we have tortured you enough physically." He chuckles and walks out of the room, leaving you to be confused.

Two men enter and slap duck tape over your mouth and tie your hands together as tight as possible, they lead you out of the room.

Hearing only the silent footsteps of the two men and your breathing

You know now isn't the best time, but probably the only time you will have the chance.

One of the two men would be luckier than the other in this situation.

Knocking one to the ground and kicking the other in the groin, both going to the ground but that wasn't enough, they would get back on there feet any second, you had to think fast...

It felt like hell, but you kept pulling your hands through the rope, giving you a burning sensation in your hands as you kept going, one of them was getting to there feet.

"Com- Come on" you groaned to yourself

The guy pulled you away from the hook on the wall that you had the rope on trying to pull it off of your hands.

But in his doing so, your hands slipped through the rope and you got straight to work, elbowing the man and pinning him against the opposite wall punching the shit out of him, he fell to the floor unconscious.

The other man still on the ground holding his groin in pain. You hit his groin again over his hands and punching him in the face, knocking the lights out of him. You finally put the two in a closet together and left..

~~~~~

"So, Hydra really has her?" Thor asks in disgust

"I think so." Natasha says giving him a sad look.

"And her 'son' what about him, is he here?" Tony asks.

Steve is looking at Natasha for an answer.

"That, I don't know." She looks down, mad at herself for not trying to find him first for you.

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The east wing is quiet. Should it be this quiet Romanoff?" Steve asks through comms

"For Hydra, they sure as hell know how to hide." she responds

"It seems the western side of this 'base' is also quite soundless." Thor says quietly

"Hey, Natasha there are a few life forms coming up ahead, they look pretty immobile, though." Bruce says obstervantly looking at his screen from the Quinjet

"Ahead, where?" she asks Bruce "The closest closet, up to your left."

She opens the door, gun in hand.

"They're unconscious, Banner. Could Y/n have done this?"Natasha asks the team

"Maybe." Tony sounds sure

"That silly misguardian, what has she done now." Thor says lovingly

"A total possibility." Steve responses with everyone else

"She sure as hell tried." Clint says finally speaking up "I was going through Hydra's camera footage, and there is some alarming stuff going on, in the North wing, I-" He grunts, taking a few steps back "I'd love some team spirt, and some help..." He says almost yelling with heavy breaths over comms

"On our way Clint." Steve reassures Clint, as everyone heads to the North wing in the HYDRA base

~~~~~

"Clint watch out!" You yell going to tackle him out of the way, but instead he gets sucker punched in the face by non other than Revenger Steve. You end up tackling him instead. You both on the ground, you go at him punching the shit out of his "pea brained asshole!" type of face, but before you are able to do enough damage, another Revenger pulls you off Steve. Throwing you against the opposite wall.

"Th- thor is that you?" You say head swirling.

"No. I am ThunderMan." Revenger Thor says steadily, picking you up in the air by your throat.

"Wel- your-" You gasp for air trying to break his grasp around your neck

Finally. The rest of your team was making there way into the room, slightly confused.

Natasha didn't waste time she charged Revenger Thor and got him off you in seconds.

Gasping for breath you thank her.

"Nat. They have- Robot versions of all of us.." You breath out "There clothes are different colors though."

"Is your son here?" she asks, kneeling over you

More Revengers come crashing through the ceiling as she shields you from the ruckus.

"If they do, I know where. I'll be fast." You say fast

"No. Your not going alone." Natasha says stopping you, giving you the look knowing it was her or you weren't going at all.

"Me and Y/n are headed to find her son, we'll be back Rogers." She smirks, running with you out of the room and down the hall.

~~~~~

The chaos that was now behind you and Natasha, knowing the guys would be fine without you, you relax, not fully though your son was probably in danger.

"Y/n/n?" Natasha asks you innocently

"Hmm?" You look over at Natasha walking with her down a long hallway

"Why didn't you tell us?" she was looking at you now

"I didn't want the world to know about him, the danger this job brings to me, is so great already. I couldn't pull him into that danger, the thought that he might be kidnapped at any moment, that's too much stress for me.." You chuckle looking at the tiled flooring ahead of you

"So I'm guessing, all the late meeting arrivals and being so stressed on missions. They all pertain to him, Jake?" She asks and you look up to her at his name.

"Yeah." You chuckle it off again, but there is only silence from her "Sorry. For everything. I should told you guys so much earlier about Jake and I just didn't, it was a shitty mistake, I'm sorry Nat." you say flatly turning a corner, finally realizing where the room is, before Nat could say anything else to you, you were going at a run to the sadly familiar door.

"Y/n?!" Natasha shouts at you as you stumble to open the door

"They- kept him her-" The door swings open with a loud slam against the wall.

You couldn't believe the site. Jake was sitting a chair, in a large glass tube, looking extremely scared til he noticed his mommy was in front of him.

Natasha is shocked walking up next to you.

"Is that-?" She asks shaken

"Yes-" You breath out

"Momma!" Jake shouts in joy

"Momma look!" He pointed to his head

"Hat!" He had a hat on, one you knew too well.

"No!" You shout and run up to the glass, breaking it after a few good punches to a weak spot.

Zemo runs in yelling, shots are fired, but from who and at who you don't know yet, all that matters is that Jake is alright..

He is crying by the time you pick him, holding him close, telling him "It's ok... It's ok, baby. Mommy's here." You hold him and seeing that Natasha had shot Zemo a few different times and took out 5 or so Hydra minions, She looked at the site of you with your son, she was happy for you, but all of you had to leave. Now.

~~~~~

"Tony? Are you Tony or are you Tony?!" "It's me Sir Captain O captain!!" Yelled one of the Tony's waving there arms in the air, Steve immediately obliterating that Tony.

"How'd you know that wasn't me, Cap?" Tony asking now fighting robot Thor.

"You don't talk like that, Stark." He says breaking off Revenger Nat's full left arm and hitting her with it to the ground.

"You know Rogers, I didn't think you would betray me this fast." Robot Natasha says flirtatiously to him as Steve finally pulls the cords out of her head.

Her voice breaks up and finally goes off line, as Revenger Steve picks up Steve and pushes him up against a wall.

"You touch my girlfriend again, I'll kill you." Revenger Steve exclaims

"She already is big guy." Steve says upsetting Revenger Steve further, and punches Steve full force leaving him stunned and trying to regain his strength, but the kicking, punches and shield body slams are not helping at all.

"Clint you seem to be quite out breath?" Thor asks him trying to hold Revenger Hulk away from everyone

"Yeh, I am one of the only Avengers that doesn't have a super power, so yeah I'm getting tired Thor." He says flatly, shooting a few arrows at Revenger Hulk.

"We could use Banner, right about now!" Tony yells "Where is he anyway?"

"He's out in the Quinjet. Tony you literally were the one to make him stay there." You say over comms rushing down the long hallway back towards everyone, Natasha stops you in the middle of the hall.

"Go. Get Bruce for us will you?" She looks down at Jake and back up to you. "Get Jake..." Jake looks up at Natasha at his name "..and yourself safe in the Quinjet, we can handle this." she says pointing her thumb to the chaos that was right ahead.

She smiled sincerely at you, something she hadn't done in a long time. You returned it quickly. Yelling over your shoulder to not die at Natasha as you and Jake leave to get Bruce.

~~~~~

On your way out you hear someone groaning in pain.

You walk into the room, the same room you had just taken Jake from.

Seeing Zemo lying on the ground with a shot in his leg and two in his stomach, blood flooded the ground

"Y/n. Help me." He groans out

You look down at him, hand over Jake eyes so he doesn't have to see the gruesome site that is a dying Zemo.

"No." You say steadily "Hydra will die, as with you." you says flatly and leave

---

"Bruce! Bruce! They need the Hulk. Now." You say running into the Quinjet

"You have a so-??" You set Jake down to push Bruce out of the huge jet, watching him run off, turning into The Hulk and jumping over the building to go fight.

You quickly make sure Jake is inside the jet before putting it on lock down.

After a few minutes

"Mommy?" Jake whines

"What's up?" You ask him looking over the controls of the jet.

"You were all gone." he says upset that you weren't there for him.

You stop what you were doing and pull him in for a kiss on the cheek "I know I was, and they won't ever get to us again, ok?" he nods in response and you hug him close hearing the faint crash of Hulk breaking into the base

~~~~~

"AAAGGGGGGG!!" Hulk swings in crashing a new hole in the ceiling towering over the other smaller Revenger Hulk, Smashing him to bits in seconds.

He didn't know the difference of who was who, so Barton and Stark almost got smashed, but Thor was the one to throw the Revengers at Hulk so he could just smash them, this worked for maybe 10 minutes before he smashed Thor into the ground.

Leaving everyone horrified, Hulk yelled and jumped out of the large room, hearing him stomp on the floor above them, dust falling from the ceiling as he went by.

So far only Natasha, Hulk, Thor, and Tony was down on the Revengers, and only Clint and Steve to go which was a very unfair fight, but there robots why would they care.

So they fought. It was a quick fight, Natasha fighting Revenger Clint to the ground, and Steve punching the fuck out of em. Thor threw his hammer at Revenger Steve, which turned out he caught it. Throwing it back at Thor, knocking him out. Clint shot the last strike to his Robot. Revenger Steve was going to be a bit more trouble, once he got sight of Natasha he melted thinking that was his girlfriend. Steve got jealous of himself. Steve finished Revenger Steve off in a matter of minutes.

Finally done battling, they all rushed to the Quinjet.

~~~~~

Everyone walks onto the Quinjet wrapping you and Jake into a group hug.

They all went there separate ways to clean wounds or get the Quinjet out of here, you go and sit the launch bay, It was quiet there. Jake needed to sleep, after being up for almost 2 days straight.

Natasha had finally found you.

"You know, I have missed you." She says and you look up at her

"Well, I haven't been very far." You look back down at your sleeping son

Nat comes sits next to you

"I'm just glad your safe, Y/n/n"

"I'm just glad we are on good terms again Nat."

She gives you a side hug

"I'll leave you two alone, and Tony said he was having a party later tonight, I don't know why in gods name he would have a party right now, but it's Tony so." She slightly smiles at you, doing the same you watch her leave

Finally looking down at your sleeping son, Jake, you smile

"Were finally safe." You say quietly to him and kiss his forehead

Your secret was safe, with the Avengers, you knew they would protect you forever.

Ahhhhh!! ‼️ This story was very fun to write and if anyone has any requests I would love to hear them I mainly do platonic stories!! ❤️❤️ I can try to write for any marvel character but the ones on my master list are the characters I am most familiar with!





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Chapter 5. We have stucky, we have stevesambucky friendship, we have a new place to live and strange being a good guy because tony definitely ranted at him. Also, we're beginning the creepy part of the plot. I have decided that sam will be one of the main platonic characters in this story because I love sam.

fun fact: I used to be a creepypasta writer! Going back to my roots here, hehe.

Things had stated changing, for better or worse, much sooner than I had been prepared for - but was anyone, ever, really ready for the next big step? Certainly not me - the view that greeted me after I'd finished my shift at Jeremy's was peculiar and unexpected, so I froze, eyebrows high at the two super-soldiers parked, once again, illegally, right in front of the entrance door.

"Hi, doll," Bucky was reclined against his boyfriend comfortably, his bike standing a pace behind Steve's, who nodded companionably, a sheepish grin on his face.

"G'day," I nodded, eyeing them warily. "I think I know where this is going..."

"No, no, nothing like that," both men frantically waved their hands around, Steve coming up close to approach me slowly. "You're not in trouble. I came out here to say thanks," giving a sappy look to the grouch that was his boyfriend, Steve reached into his pocket and handed me a slip of paper. "Just, uh..."

"Those are our phone numbers. Don't hesitate to give either one of us a call if someone bothers you," Bucky took over the stammering blonde, shaking his head at the soft blush that blossomed on the good captain's face. The brunette wrapped an arm around Steve's shoulders with a shy smile of his own. "Or if you, I don't know, need someone to carry your groceries or something," he snorted. "The punk wouldn't leave it alone until we came out personally to thank you, the sap."

The laughter bubbled up from my chest as I grabbed and pocketed the paper, throughly amused and at the endearing gesture. "Sure, thanks."

"And, uh," Bucky's eyes briefly looked to the side. "We'd appreciate if you keep the status of our relationship to yourself for now. We're not, like, officially out yet."

I froze in place, mouth falling open. Surely they were aware that anybody with a functional pair of eyes could see that they were much more than 'good, lifelong friends'. "No problem, guys. Lemme know if anyone gives you shit about it though, this place," I gestured to the café behind me, "is strictly paparazzi and homophobe-free."

Steve's grin grew even more genuine. "Yeah, we heard all about it from Tony and Stephen. Said 'twas the only place they go these days."

I wasn't aware of that. "It's the paps, isn't it?" I remembered Tony's remarks.

Bucky shook his head, the metals of his prosthetic arm whirring as it recalibrated. "Not only. The public hasn't had the best reaction to a man goin' out with a man," the brunette looked away to the side, where Steve's face had fallen considerably. "And Tony's an eccentric rich man. We're jus' two soldiers. The US Army won't be too happy if we... Came out," both men were crestfallen yet determined.

I had a hunch nothing would be able to separate the two - seeing as not even seventy-odd years and brainwashing and ice couldn't keep the captain and his sarge apart, I doubted that a few government weasels could successfully do the job. Even so, it was unpleasant, to say the least, to see them deny themselves something that technically was perfectly fine in the 21st century.

I chewed on my lip, gathering my wits. "I've clocked out, I can tell you this as a friend- as a person. You don't owe the army jack shit. They do not own you, you are your own person that they experimented their German knockoff steroids on. Respectfully, fuck that shit." I firmly stated my opinion, figuring that there should have been at least someone that told Steve that he is more than his star-spangled uniform and giant metal frisbee.

The blonde scrunched his eyebrows together, fingers gripping onto his belt until the knuckles went white, the hard line of his jaw set firm.

Bucky laugh took me by surprise. "Agreed, doll. I'm too old to be hiding in back alleys and shit," he clapped on his boyfriend's shoulder. "Although I'm happy enough with just not going to prison for bein' in love with this idiot."

"Jerk," Steve's responding pout was downright adorable now that I knew the circumstances surrounding their relationship.

Which wasn't exactly surprising. As a barista, I knew my fair share about my regulars' love lives, their jobs, their kids. The tea was almost always piping hot. "Bye, boys," I smiled at them warmly, throwing a glance at the time, adjusting the strap of my bag for comfort. "Stay outta trouble!"

Steve scrambled for his bike, having noticed my pointed gesture. "Sorry, didn't mean to hold you back. There, I have a spare helmet," he gestured behind him. "I'll give you a ride."

"There's no way in Hell I'm getting on that death trap!" I shouted cheerfully, walking briskly towards my second job, hiding a laugh in the warmth of my scarf as two very offended motorcycle-loving gay fossils sped past me, making truly incredible amounts of noise. Good for them.

Odette was content to let me rummage around the bodega without showing herself more than necessary, taking her appointments and doing- well, witch stuff, I guess, only coming out to poke at the various jars for ingredients.

"Star, I have a proposition for you," right before closing time, Odette's voice filled out the store with its low drawl. "A good friend of mine owns an apartment building, not far from here actually, and one tenant recently moved out. It's a safe space for those who are different," she enunciated the last word, fixing it with a pointed stare. "She's not overly fond of total strangers coming to live there. The rent is reduced and the apartment itself is slightly bigger and more fashionable than yours..."

"Where's the catch?" I found myself interrupting her. I wouldn't lie: the reduced rent and increased size of the apartment did interest me, as well as the probability of a kinder, more involved landlord. My current one was - not the best, but such was life in the NYC.

"There are a few rules to follow, rules that might seem strange at first but they'll make sense in time. And your neighbors might be also a little... Unusual," Odette carefully studied my face for any signs of displeasure.

I sighed.

And then I sighed some more as I was signing my new lease in a few days' time, having spoken with Porter, my new landlord, and his boyfriend who had claws and fangs- after so much time spent around Odette's, I didn't even blink. The couple liked me enough to extend a secure but flexible offer and some furniture to choose from the attic where they kept the spares.

I quite liked the large, vintage couch I placed next to the wide bow windows in the living room. The floors were hardboard and well-kept, the walls a nice, homely shade of green and Porter didn't mind any new holes in them that might arise from hanging up decorations. I scheduled a thrift crawl at the next possible opportunity, happy with the "good employee" bonus Odette had given me after I sealed the deal.

My stuff was boxed up, a sleepless night and a call to a begrudging Jeremy to have a couple of days off to move; I was, thankfully, not late on my schedule and all that I had left was to rent a car to move the boxes of my things and the few pieces of furniture I had decided to keep - my haul in Porter's attic had been incredibly rewarding and my new apartment had all the basics to make it look like a warm, inviting bohemian home in a while.

My phone rang suddenly, startling interruption to the romcom I was watching as I ate my last lunch in my old apartment. "Hello?" I answered the number without looking.

"Hi, doll," Bucky's voice rang out cheerful. "A little witch told me you were moving. I thought you might need a hand?"

I blanked momentarily, the thought of enlisting two very busy super-soldiers to haul ten boxes and two endtables worth of stuff not having crossed my mind at all. "Is this the moment when you stop by my house just to unattach and put your prosthetic arm somewhere and leave?" I asked, hearing distinctive snickering - several more people were with him.

The cheer in his voice blossomed into a full belly laugh. "You're funny," he teased me. "And thanks for the idea. But no, I have a room full of men that have nothing better to do but get on my nerves. Might as well make 'em useful," his accented drawl thickened the more we spoke. Muted cheers rang out in the background.

"Uh, sure," who was I to look a gift horse in the mouth? I rattled off my address and warned them I didn't have a car, after which Bucky assured me it will be taken care of. The last remaining knick-knacks packed away, I went down to take out the trash, and returned to four people standing in front of my apartment building, all except one unrecognisable in their civilian clothes. "Hello," I waved at them, side-eyeing the tallest, grumpiest man of the bunch.

Stephen Strange was there, looking around curiously, hands in the pockets of his plain grey hoodie. I had already forgotten how normal he looked without his robes, and, frankly speaking, I preferred him like that. His title and the attire that came with it were quite intimidating.

"Hey there," a dark-skinned man who I recognised to be the Falcon, raised his hand. I had not met him yet. "I'm Sam, Sam Wilson. You must be the Star we're helping?" His quick once-over and the tilt to his lips; the ease with which he flirted had me brandishing smirks of my own. I led them all upstairs, Stephen's silence being just so loud. Sam, however, had no such reservations. "So, you're a witch, right?" Wow, subtlety was his middle name.

"Yes, I'll show you my broomstick," I deadpanned, wiggling my eyebrows at him with a grim look.

"Woah woah," Sam raised his hands as the three men behind us snickered loudly. "What happened to 'how are you? let's have dinner sometime'?"

I did my best imitation of an evil cackle as I let them through my front door. The four newcomers looked around my nearly empty apartment with muted interest before zeroing in on the pile of things in the corner: a few pieces of furniture and nearly taped boxes. Should be a walk in the park for four men.

A hand on my arm pulled me from the stupor of observing Sam, Bucky and Steve act like a well-oiled trio, bantering and teasing each other as they discussed how to best move the things.

"Look," Stephen Strange had all the appearance of a chastised puppy. "I wanted to apologize for my behaviour that day. I was out of line," the low notes in his voice made the appearance of the apology being somewhat reluctant. Tony probably put him to it after our little burger run.

Irregardless, I wasn't looking to make any enemies. "Me too, I was under stress - not that I'm using it as an excuse," to give where it's due, I nodded at the sorcerer, immediately awestruck by the easy, boyish smile that stretched on his lips.

"You are strong," he added. "If you would like to learn our ways, we would welcome you." There was a spark in his eyes, something belonging to man that respected and collected knowledge. My own respect for him grew immensely just from that one thing.

"I'll think about it," I offered amicably, however, I still leaned heavily towards a negative answer to that particular proposition. I liked my current way of life.

Strange's grin made a momentary second appearance, until Sam's voice rang loudly: "Fire in the hole, Wizard-man," causing the former to groan loudly and look at me.

"Think about your new place for a second," he spoke, briefly touching out fingertips. As soon as that was over, a golden circle with my new living room on the other side of it appeared quietly, Strange's hands immediately going back into his pockets after that. I sighed and pointed the men into it, stepping in a second after. The sorcerer wasn't far behind. "You could learn that, too, you know," he added wryly, having seen my look of mild envy directed at him.

"I think I'll be good with having the 'pissed off the sorcerer Supreme and lived' pass for now," I retorted with an eyeroll, turning around to stare him down.

He had the decency to look somewhat sheepish, at least. "I'm not like my predecessor," his words were chosen carefully. "And, to be honest, I have no clue as to why your... Boss is so hostile towards me- us," Strange looked around the room before unceremoniously beelining for the couch and plopping down on it.

"Not to be a gossip," I started, slightly intrigued. "But Odette and some lady she called ancient had mad beef," I slipped into casual language easily, trying to recall the details of Odette's, quite often jumbled, stories. "Sounded almost like territorial disputes," I shrugged. "And the apprentices Odette took on before me found themselves in all kinds of compromising situations," I chewed on my lip. "Like the Arctic."

Strange rubbed his face with a noisy groan, large hands doing nothing to mask the resignation and slight embarrassment.

I focused on the thin, red scars on his hands - they had to have been something serious, the way slight tremors betrayed the deteriorating state of the nerves in his fingers. I frowned, quickly averting my gaze before he could catch me ogling him. The fact thag Stephen kept his hands in his pockets or covered by gloves at all times didn't go over my head.

He muttered something to himself, something that sounded like he was often forced to clean up his predecessor's mess. "I see," was the only thing he'd offered me, looking slightly pitiful and apologetic.

"Well," I started, noting the last of my stuff was about to be in its rightful place, "as long as you don't toss me into the ocean, I think we can coexist peacefully."

"Tony would kill me if I'd tried," Stephen groused.

"Probably," I agreed. "Considering the fact he hit on me, for you, it would make one hell of a lover's quarrel," my hand pointed towards the kitchen as Steve and Sam carried in the boxes aptly labeled "kitchen", looking around a place to put them down.

"Tony did what now?" Stephen's tone dropped, a wry smirk decorating his lips as he eyed me through his lashes.

"Don't ask me," I raised my palms, feeling my eyes widen. "He's chaos personified and Satan only knows what he's got on his mind."

That squeezed a laugh out of the tall man, followed by a fond, sappy smile as he looked out of my large, panoramic window, probably thinking of Tony himself. There was no doubt, Stephen Strange was utterly and throughly head over heels in love with Tony Stark. Good for them, good for them.

"A-and that's it," Bucky walked in, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel I'd provided them earlier. "I took some liberties and assembled the furniture, Steve is stacking the dishes as we speak," the brunette noisily plopped down next to me, arm carelessly thrown behind me on the back of the couch.

"Oh, um," I stammered, unused to such random gestures of kindness. "Thanks a lot, you saved me a day's worth of time and a backache," I smiled, scooting over to make some room for Sam.

"No problem, not like we had anything better to do than argue which part of the Lord of the Rings is the best," Wilson rolled his eyes, elbowing Bucky none-too-gently.

Bucky elbowed back, thus starting a horsing war between the two, causing me to scoot closer to Stephen as I attempted to avoid any flailing limbs; the sorcerer and I shared an identical, perplexed sigh as to how two grown men could easily bait each other into such juvenile behaviour.

Whatever. It was kind of endearing.

Steve emerged from the kitchen dusty but smiling, having heard the commotion, and quickly herded his guys into a semblance of decent behaviour before all of three of them left, leaving me and Stephen to go back to my old apartment and give the keys to it to the guard. That was done, too, and a portal from an alley behind my old building straight into my living room had me and Strange awkwardly hovering, saying out goodbyes and waving to each other as the golden circle rapidly shrunk in size and disappeared, golden sparks scattering across my living room carpet for a short second before they fizzled out, too.

I used the brief moment of respite to find the small piece of paper containing the rules Porter had insisted I read and take seriously; figuring it might be a good idea to give them a read before beginning to unpack, I popped open a bottle of soda, holding the itemized list written in neat cursive to my face.

The further I read, the further my eyebrows rose:

"1. Keep your door locked at all times.

2. If a person knocks on your door claiming to be the mail man, do not open the door under any circumstances. You are free to ignore the knocking - it only lasts a minute or so. After the person has left, you may open the door and check for any packages.

3. If Samantha from 3B visits you and asks you to babysit, you may do so at your personal discretion. Her twins are a handful and their daily habits are not for the ones with a weak stomach, however, they mean nothin ill and will not harm you in any way.

4. Do not use the elevator between the hours of 1 and 4 AM.

5. There are no apartments under number "7". If someone claiming to be from those apartments knocks on your door and requests entry, come up with a polite excuse to decline and send me a text message. I will take care of it.

6. There is no garden on the premises of this building. If a man approaches you, claiming to be a gardener, don't interact with him and simply walk away. He will leave you alone.

7. You may meet a girl in a polka-dot dress playing in the hallways or in the stairwell. This is Lucy. Always be polite to Lucy - you won't like what will happen if you're rude to her. She does not talk but she knows limited ASL and may request to visit you. Allow her in ONLY if you have fresh meat in your fridge (beef or mutton, preferably bloody). You might want to avoid seeing her eat, however, it might be very beneficial to make friends with Lucy. She knows a lot of things.

8. If, when taking the stairs, you encounter inconsistent numeration of the floors, such as floor 2 followed by floor 5 and etc, simply walk a flight back. It will sort itself out. The building is old and sometimes it gets confused.

Important notice: these rules apply to your guests as well. Please make sure to introduce and educate them on these matters. We will help as much as we can should a situation arise but ultimately, there are fates far worse than an untimely, however swift, death.

- Porter and Lance."

A slow, creeping dread began to gnaw at my nape, curling on like a cold snake deep in chest. As if laughing at me, the warm, welcoming embrace of the green walls and the toothy, wide smiles my landlords had given me encouraged my recently found sense of adventure, all of it mixing into a cacophony of exhilaration and unease, equally steadily driving my running brain insane.

I sighed again, immediately going to the box containing my altar and the rest of the protective items. So much for peace.

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