#also that time where tommy asked who his favorite woman was and he said “uh my mom”
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In the HermitCanyon au, How is my favorite Bee armored Admin doing? How long does it take for Xisuma to become.. aware of what is happening? For the first few sections it seemed like he was in a coma/unconscious. In the most recent bit Impulse tells Etho to get Xisuma, so at least theoretically he can now move, but how long has it taken him to get there, and where is he on the scale to full recovery? Are the other hermits keeping him safe with rabbit stew? (if they have rabbits that is...)
Part 2 of this.
Etho comes back twenty minutes later with a solemn look on his face. (At least, Puffy assumes. She can't actually see most of his face because of that mask of his.)
"X is in a bad way today," he says quietly. "I can take Puffy to him if you guys would like to stay here with Zedaph."
Impulse and Tango look nervously at each other. On one hand, they very much would like to stay with Zedaph, who is mostly healed but still very loopy and probably should not be moved. On the other hand, allowing Puffy deep into the Hermits' inner sanctum is a risk in and of itself, let alone with only one Hermit with her. Etho's a good fighter and a wily bastard, but Puffy is most certainly no slouch.
In the end, it comes down to trust. How much can they show Puffy before they can no longer trust that she won't snitch? How sure are they that she won't try to kill them all and steal their stuff?
"Tell Xisuma I said hi," Zedaph warbles from the bed in the corner of the room, out of any window's line of sight.
As Etho presses a button which removes a panel of the wall in a whir of piston noises, Puffy snorts out a little laugh. "I'll be sure to do that."
Tango nods subtly to Impulse. If Puffy brought Zedaph back to the canyon, saved him from a painful respawn, and didn't once ask for anything in return, then the Hermits can trust her at least this much.
Etho leads Puffy through a short hallway into a large circular room with a domed ceiling. The room is mostly quartz, though the walls are lined with sea lanterns and oak leaves. It’s beautiful. This place has been hiding under her feet this whole time?
“This is the Atrium,” Etho says, “or at least the main one. Come on, getting a mule will be more trouble than it’s worth if you’re not carrying anything.”
Puffy is speechless, utterly and profoundly, when Etho takes her through a tunnel on the opposite side of where she entered. It almost looks as though the tunnel here was carved by hand, then completely redone in dirt and grass and vines to give it a secretive, high fantasy look.
“Hey, Etho!” says a dark-haired man with a big smile as he comes trotting out of a branching hallway to the left. “Hey--” He catches sight of Puffy and his smile dissipates into panic. He shouts incoherently and dives back into the hallway he just exited.
“Hey Bdubs,” Etho greets impishly, then turns to Puffy. “Man, it’s like he saw a ghost or something. Maybe Mothman.”
Puffy bleats out a surprised laugh. Up ahead, she spots another Hermit lurking around the corner of the archway Etho is leading her toward.
“Etho,” says a tall blonde woman. “Cleo wants to talk to you about, er...” The blonde woman glances at Puffy. “Her thing,” she finishes lamely.
“Well, as you can see, I’m a bit busy at the moment. Would you mind telling Cleo so she doesn’t skin me alive?” Etho says sweetly.
The blonde woman snorts. “Face the music, Mothman. I’ll take care of Puffy from here. I assume you’re taking her to Xisuma?”
Etho wilts. Clearly, whoever this Cleo person is, she’s not someone to piss off. Puffy wonders what Etho did.
“See ya around,” Etho waves, somehow both cheery and morose at the same time, like a funeral for someone nobody liked. Puffy and the blonde woman watch him go.
“My name’s False, by the way,” the blonde woman says. “Thanks for the bandanna. Normally I’d be wearing it, but I just got back from beating up Iskall.”
The woman-- False-- laughs. Puffy is once again taken aback by the idea that the Hermits actually use the items that she makes for them.
False takes off in a brisk walk toward the archway she’d come out of. Jumping a little bit at being torn from her thoughts, Puffy hurries to follow. It’s hard to keep up, since all Puffy wants to do is stare. She must be in the living quarters-- they let her in the living quarters?! Each door matches the high fantasy, underground sort of aesthetic, but a few doors are left open and each one is remarkably different on the inside. One room is built entirely out of red and white concrete, whereas another is Nether-themed with actual fire, and the room down the hall is entirely underwater!
One door is different. It’s got blue-purple banners along the frame, and when False opens the door for Puffy, she can see that the room is made of blackstone bricks. Maps of the Dream SMP line the wall, and in the center of the room there is a mildly ornate table made of warped wood.
At the end of the table in the back of the room, opposite the door, sits a trio. To the left, there is a plain-looking man with a beard and an “at” symbol on his shirt. He speaks in a Southern accent to a man on the right side of the table, who wears a red sweater and twirls a feather between his fingers like the cat that got the canary.
In between the two, at the head of the table, rests someone very unique. He’s obviously tall, that much is obvious even when he’s sitting down. He’s also got mesmerizing purple eyes which glow faintly against the dark of the blackstone. Puffy doesn’t know why, but she gets the feeling that they’re supposed to be glowing much brighter.
As taken by the man’s eyes as she is, Puffy doesn’t notice the non-invasive breathing tube the man also has (a cannula? She doesn’t know what it’s called, but that sounds right) until the man’s gaze falls upon her, still standing in the doorway next to False.
“Oh,” the man says. “You’re not supposed to be here. Welcome.”
False steps forward, breaking Puffy from her trance. “Puffy, this is Xisuma, Joe, and Grian. I’d introduce you to them as well, but... you know.”
“I don’t know-- oh,” Puffy says awkwardly, catching sight of the massive crochet blanket she’d made for the Hermit months ago, draped across Xisuma’s shoulders.
“Why are you here?” Grian asks with a tilted head. “No offense or anything, but I just lost a bet. I had three diamonds on Cub bringing you in here eventually-- he’s the one you usually meet at the barrel, you know.”
False interjects, “I didn’t bring her down here, it was Etho!”
“Shoot,” Joe says. “Cleo wins yet again.”
“It was Zedaph, actually,” Puffy says. All eyes turn to her. “I found him on the surface. He was really injured, so I brought him back here. Impulse and-- Tango? Yeah, Tango-- told Etho to take me down here.”
Puffy uncharacteristically twiddles her fingers a little bit, feeling in over her head. “Uh, you know I’m not gonna tell or anything, so... Why am I here?”
The full weight of Xisuma’s piercing stare falls upon her. Even as fragile as he looks, even as strong as Puffy is, she feels a jolt of apprehension.
“You’d know more about the red vines than we do,” he begins. “Etho mentioned that they’re what hurt Zedaph; he’s mentioned them on multiple occasions, and never in a good way. How long do you think it would take for those vines to reach our village, and what do you think would happen once they do?”
“As far as we’re aware, there are several players who are proponents of the vines, and claim they originate from some sort of egg?” Joe adds. “I’ve had a hard time calculating how big of a mushroom we’d need to make an omelet out of the egg, but apparently most of my fellow Hermits do not in fact want evil eggs on their omelets.”
“And how come the End is inaccessible?” Grian cuts in with a whine. “I want my elytra.”
Xisuma huffs a laugh into the cannula. “As you can see, we have many questions which only a native Dream SMP player like yourself can answer. In the interest of keeping ourselves safe--” he trails off into a coughing fit.
Puffy bites her lip, feeling as though she really shouldn’t be seeing this. Joe rests his hand on Xisuma’s back.
“You give us answers, and we’ll give you diamonds, netherite, whatever you want. And when we move out-- well, it wasn’t much of a secret anyway-- we’ll offer you a safe place with us,” Grian speaks up on Xisuma’s behalf.
A thousand thoughts spin inside Puffy’s head. She feels like Dorothy in that tornado, and Grian’s offer is the Wicked Witch. “Did you guys really save Tommy’s life?” she finds herself asking.
The Hermits seem taken aback.
“The blond kid?” False asks. “Yeah, but he was unconscious the whole time. I think Scar told the kid to keep us a secret, but... I don’t think any of us expected that to actually work.”
Puffy laughs disbelievingly. “He’s the one person on the entire server who keeps insisting that you guys aren’t real.”
“That’s good to hear,” Xisuma says quietly. “Do you have an answer for us, or would you like some time to consider?”
There are a thousand and one variables Puffy needs to think about. What is Dream’s stance on the Hermits? Who will she be setting herself against by allying with the Hermits? What will Puffy have to expect, from both underground and surface-dwelling players alike? Which players can she take in a fight?
Fuck it, she thinks. “You’ve got yourselves a deal.”
Xisuma smiles. Despite his ill condition, she gets the feeling that this nice, mild-mannered man is far more dangerous than she could ever hope to be.
“I’m glad to have you on our side, Puffy,” he says. “Thank you for your help.”
#mcyt#hc x dsmp#hermit canyon au#captain puffy#ethoslab#zedaphplays#impulsesv#tango tek#xisuma#bdubs#zombiecleo#falsesymmetry#iskall85#joe hills#grian#tommyinnit#dreamwastaken#me.cpp#me.txt
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On a Very Special Episode
Wanda x reader x Vision
The babies didn't want to sleep. It seemed as though they had all formed a pact to not sleep for as long as they could.
And this had led to three exhausted and cranky children.
"Sweet, sweet, Luna, don't you wanna sleep?" Wanda cooed, bouncing her daughter gently. "Mama wants to go to sleep." She sighed. "If you go to sleep, I promise, you will be my favorite daughter."
"By that logic, she's also your least favorite," Y/N said, entering from the kitchen with Tommy in her arms.
"Never!" Wanda gasped. "No luck with Tommy?" She asked her wife, who was rocking the crying boy.
"I tried feeding him, but he rejected the bottle. Maybe Vision's having better luck." Y/N said hopefully.
"No such luck, darlings." Vision said, descending the stairs, disguise free. "I tried reading to him, but for some reason, Charles Darwin's 'The Descent of Man' made him cry even harder."
"Oh." Wanda groaned. The married three stood in the living room, rocking three crying babies side to side.
"Care to dance, darlings?" Vision asked, moving closer to the women.
Y/N let out a giggle as Wanda grinned boldly, and the two stepped closer to the man.
"It's almost like we're on a date." Wanda chuckled.
"Keep it down kids, I was about to get my leg over." Vision joked.
"Vis? Would you mind getting their binkies?" Wanda asked.
"Oh. 'Course not. Binkies all round, I think." Vision said, putting Billy into his crib.
"They're in the kitchen," Y/N told him. "And while you're in there, do you think you could-?"
"Put the coffee maker on? Of course, darling." Vision promised as Wanda and Y/N put the babies down.
"I love you!" Y/N exclaimed with a smile.
"Now I know parents aren't supposed to take shortcuts, but I think this situation calls for one, don't you?" Wanda asked, moving to stand between the cribs.
"If it means a break from this headache, then yes." Y/N agreed.
"So, go to sleep, my babies," Wanda said, snapping her fingers. But the kids continued to cry their little lungs out. "And go to sleep," Wanda repeated her actions, causing all three to laugh. "Well, I don't think it's very funny. Why won't you do what I want?" Wanda asked her hands on her hips.
"I think that's the definition of kids, sweetheart." Y/N joked.
"What's that, dear?" Vision asked, entering the room with one binkie in his hand and the other two in his ears.
"That is not where those go." Wanda smiled, pulling them out of Vision's ears and wiping them on her pants.
"Noise cancelation is not their primary function?" Vision joked as Wanda gave the children their binkies.
"Look, I think it's,"
"Shh! Don't jinx it!" Y/N hiss quietly, leaning into Vision's side.
All three of them held their breath, hoping the babies would settle, but when the kids all spat their binkies out, they let out sighs.
"Vis? Y/N?" Wanda started. "What are we doing wrong here?"
"Oh, don't worry, dear. We'll figure it out." Vision assured.
"It's just a learning curb," Y/N said, rocking the nearest crib to her.
"Exactly! Perhaps we all need more time to get to know one another." Vision suggested.
"Maybe. Or maybe we just need some help." Wanda told the two as the doorbell rang.
Vision rushed towards the couch right as Agnes barged into the house.
"Hiya, kids!" Agnes cheered, entering the house in her new Jazzercise gear.
"Oh, Agnes!" Wanda smiled at her friend.
"Hi, Agnes." Y/N waved, still gently rocking a crib.
"Agnes, I was just fluffing this pillow. With my face." Vision attempted to explain, now fully decked out in his human disguise.
"Oh, I was just on my way to Jazzercise when I heard your new little bundles of joy were on a sleep strike," Agnes explained boisterously.
"And which little birdie told you that?" Y/N wondered.
"A little birdie called my ears!" Agnes joked, causing the three to politely chuckle. "Anyway, Auntie Agnes is here, and I've got a couple tricks up my sleeve."
"Oh, Agnes, you are a lifesaver." Wanda sighed, taking the woman's hands into her own.
"Aw!"
"Very well. But be careful of the belly buttons and remember to support their heads, and when was the last time you washed your, actually you know what? It would be, just, maybe we better not." Vision stressed, moving to block Agnes from the cribs.
"Uh, do you want me to take that again?" Agnes asked, turning to face Wanda nervously.
"I'm sorry?" Wanda asked after exchanging looks with both her husband and wife.
"You want me to hold the babies," Agnes confirmed, staring at Wanda with scared eyes. "Should we just take it from the top?" She wondered, grabbing her bag.
"What?" Vision asked, staring at Agnes curiously.
"Agnes, are you on something?" Y/N questioned the neighbor.
"Oh, don't be silly." Wanda chuckled. "Darlings, let's, let's let Agnes give it a try." She suggested, giving both partners a look before turning back to Agnes.
Agnes stared at Wanda for several seconds before letting out a giggle.
"Fussy babies meet buns of steel. We dare you to stay awake." She joked, causing Wanda to laugh.
"Wanda." Vision gestured for her to join him and Y/N while Agnes kneeled between the cribs. "What was the about?" He wondered.
"What was what?" Wanda cocked her head.
"You're joking, right?" Y/N questioned the woman. "That thing with Agnes just now." She clarified.
"Well, I think she just got confused for a moment. She seems fine now." Wanda shrugged, watching as Agnes rocked the cribs.
"But what she said." Vision stuttered.
"The way she looked at you," Y/N added.
"How did she look at me?" Wanda wondered, looking between the two with a smile.
"Well, I don't know."
"I didn't. Oh." Vision gasped, staring at Agnes, causing both wives to turn.
"Lavender. It's supposed to have a calming effect. Ralph sprays it on me every night. But there's no taming this tiger. What?" Agnes chuckled, continuing to spray the perfume over the crying babies.
"It's so strange." Y/N shook her head.
"Undoubtedly." Vision agreed.
"That's not fair. It's not Agnes's fault that she has an unusually high libido."
"Did you actually not see what we did?" Y/N wondered, tilting her head at Wanda before there was a thud in the kitchen.
Once more, all three turned to now find Agnes searching through their cabinets.
"Oh, don't mind me. I'm just looking for your dark liquor." Agnes told them.
"Excuse me?" Y/N asked, staring at her in confusion.
"Not for me. For the kids. What kind of babysitter do you think I am?" Agnes asked, causing Wanda to chuckle while Y/N and Vision continued to stare. "I'm just gonna go and check in there."
"Vision, Y/N, the kids haven't slept in days. We all need a break, and Agnes is just being neighborly, that's all." Wanda told the two.
"Do you hear that?" Vision whispered.
"Hear what?" Wanda asked in the same tone.
"Absolutely nothing." Vision grinned, moving over to the cribs.
"Oh, thank God. They finally fell asleep." Y/N sighed happily.
"They're empty." Vision gasped.
"Where are the kids?" Wanda asked, throwing her hand over her mouth.
"They can't have gotten far. The kids can't even walk." Y/N attempted to soothe the two.
"Mama?"
"Mommy?"
"Daddy?"
The married three snapped around at the sound to notice three five years standing by the stairs. Two brunette boys and a blonde girl stood close together, watching the three adults closely.
"Ah, kids." Agnes sighed, now sitting on a kitchen counter with a glass of liquor. "You can't control 'em. No matter how hard you try." She laughed before raising her glass to no-one and taking a drink.
Wanda, Vision, and Y/N shared a confused look before turning back to their kids.
"Well, hi!"
"Hi!"
"Hi, sweetheart!"
The three cooed, leaning down and holding their arms out wide for the kids, who gladly ran into them.
"How are you doing, buddy?"
"You're so big."
"Aw, you're so sweet."
"What's the first thing you do remember?" Hayward asked.
"Pain," Monica told him. "And then, Wanda's voice in my head."
"Did you try to resist?" Hayward questioned her.
"There was this feeling keeping me down. This hopeless feeling. Like drowning. It was grief."
Monica had been being examined by multiple doctors for hours now. Each had new tests they wanted her to take, and new things they wanted to check were working.
"You can sit up now." A female doctor told her.
"Great." Monica sighed, pushing herself up. "So am I cleared?" Monica asked with no real hope.
"Once I get a look at these." The woman said.
"Where's my uniform?" Monica questioned the doctor.
"In analysis."
"Mighty glad to have you back, Captain." Jimmy smiled, entering the room with Darcy and Clint behind him. "How are you feeling?"
"Like myself," Monica said with a small smile.
"Well, thank heavens for that." Jimmy grinned.
"What's the latest?" Monica asked, glancing at the two beside Jimmy.
"There's a briefing in ten. Pants are encouraged." She said, holding out a pair.
"This is Dr. Darcy Lewis. She's the one who discovered the broadcast." Jimmy introduced.
"I'm," Monica started, holding a hand out.
"Monica, I know. Big fan." Darcy grinned, shaking her hand with two.
"And this is,"
"Agent Clint Barton." Monica nodded, holding her hand out once more.
"Nice to meet you." Clint nodded, shaking her hand firmly once.
"We're going to need to do these again. There's something wrong with the machine." The doctor announced, walking back over.
"Those are blank," Darcy said, looking at the tablet in the doctor's hands.
"Like I said."
"Well, what about her labs?" Darcy asked.
"I need another blood draw." The doctor shrugged.
"No. No, we're done here." Monica denied, standing from the bed and walking away to change.
"She does that," Jimmy assured the doctor. "See you at the briefing." He called to Monica.
"Morning." Hayward greeted the assembled crowd. "We are now assessing a more clear picture of this crisis. And thanks to Captain Rambeau, we now have first-person intel from inside the Westview anomaly. Our initial theory had Wanda Maximoff as one of the many victims. We now know she is the principal victimizer." He said, causing Clint to grimace. "Jimmy."
"Quick history on our subject. Born in Sokovia in 1989 to Irina and Oleg Maximoff, both killed during an air raid when Maximoff and her brother were ten." Jimmy explained to the group.
"The twins were subsequently radicalized, volunteering at HYDRA," Hayward interjected.
"They were kids. The Maximoff's were tricked." Clint cut in.
"Either way, after unspecified experimentation with the Mind Stone, Maximoff somehow gained telekinetic and telepathic abilities," Jimmy said, trying to dissipate the room's tension.
"Barton, does Maximoff have an alias?" Hayward cut Jimmy off.
"No." Clint shook his head.
"No funny nickname, Hawkeye?"
"She wasn't interested in having an alias."
"And the earliest tracking had her using her powers against the Avengers. Is that correct?" Hayward pressed.
"She and her brother were scared kids who had been traumatized, beaten down, and manipulated for years. She made a mistake, and she fixed it." Clint defended his daughter's partner.
"And that's why Lagos and Germany turned out as they did." Hayward rolled his eyes. "Thanks, Jimmy," Hayward said, shooing Jimmy back into the group. "Now that we have the lay of the land, we can talk strategy."
"I try not to speak ill of people," Jimmy whispered to Darcy.
"Then allow me. Hayward's a dick." She said, causing Clint to smirk.
"Wanda is not a terrorist," Monica loudly said, drawing the three's attention back to the meeting.
"By your own account, you described the experience of being under mind-control as 'excruciating, terrifying, a violation.'" Hayward recited as the screens behind him began to play footage of her as Geraldine.
"My point is, I don't believe she has a political agenda," Monica said, swallowing harshly. "Or any inclination toward destruction."
"Monica, she basted you halfway across New Jersey," Hayward said, staring at her blankly.
"And I survived because she chose to protect me." Monica defended her on-screen friend.
"She's holding thousands of people hostage, including Agent Y/N Barton," Hayward said, nodding to Clint.
"And it could have been thousands more if she hadn't put up her own quartine." Monica snapped. "Listen, I don't believe this is a premeditated act of aggression." She told the room.
"You don't? Bring up the visual." Hayward told an agent beside him. All the screens lit up now playing SWORD security footage. "This morning, I received authorization to share this highly-sensitive material from SWORD headquarters. Until very recently, it was the top-secret location of the Vision's corpse." Hayward said as everyone watched Wanda storm in SWORD headquarters, blasting doors open and breaking glass windows.
"A corpse that was stolen from his grave on my property," Clint announced, rolling his eyes at the footage.
"We found it. And we weren't going to return it just for you to put billions of dollars worth of vibranium back in the ground." Hayward said as Clint glared at him.
"When was this?" Monica asked, watching the footage closely.
"Nine days ago. Maximoff stormed our facility, stole the Vision's body, and resurrected him." Hayward shrugged as he glanced over at a TV screen showing the current episode.
"But that's in direct violation of Section 36B of the Sokovia Accords," Jimmy said.
"And the Vision's own living will."
"He never wanted to a weapon."
"Maximoff, in her grief, disregarded his wishes. And possibly the wishes of Y/N Barton." Hayward told the assembled group. "All right, that's it for now. Let's work on the problem, people. Dismissed." He said, causing everyone to rush off.
"But how did she even do it?" Jimmy turned to Darcy. "Bring him back without the Mind Stone?"
"Who knows?" Darcy scoffed, shaking her head. "But she has the World's only vibranium synthezoid, playing Father-Knows-Best-In-Suburbia. What happens learns the truth? What happens when Y/N learns the truth?"
"I don't think he likes the water," Tommy said, staring at a sink filled with bubbles.
"But we have to get him clean, so Mama will let us keep him." Billy reasoned.
"I got Mommy's shampoo. It'll help him smell pretty," Luna said, pouring at least half the bottle into the already overflowing sink.
"Tommy! Billy! Luna!"
"Oh no! Mama's coming!"
"You know I don't miss the crying, but jeez Louise, did you have to learn to walk? You three never stay put. Unless you're innocently forming a human wall in front of the kitchen sink." Wanda said, staring between the three kids as she approached them.
"Is there really any way to innocently form a human wall?" Y/N asked, entering the kitchen to lean against the kitchen counter. "What are you three up to?"
None of the kids knew what to say, and none of them had a chance to say anything as there was a quiet sneeze.
"Bless you." Y/N and Wanda said together.
"Thank you." The kids said in unison before there was a quiet bark.
"Now tell me which one of you just barked?" Wanda asked, tilting her head at the three. "Scoot." Wanda sighed, causing the children to move away from the sink.
Once the kids had moved away, it was revealed that a small dog was sitting in the kitchen sink.
"Oh, boy." Y/N chuckled. "Busted kiddos."
"Waiter, what's this canine doing in my kitchen sink?" Wanda asked, turning to the kids.
"The doggy paddle?" Billy innocently suggested.
"Can we keep him, Mama?" Tommy asked, giving Wanda his best puppy dog eyes. "Please, Mommy?" He repeated to Y/N when she moved to stand beside Wanda.
"We'll be the best owners ever, Mama!" Luna reasoned with wide eyes. "Pretty, pretty, please?"
"Well, I'm sure his owners his miss him very much," Wanda said, attempting to reason with the three as Y/N pulled the dog out of the sink.
"There's isn't a collar, Wand," Y/N told her wife.
"Really?" Wanda asked, checking just to be sure.
"Can we keep him?"
"He was outside. Crying, alone."
"We can't just abandon him."
"They're really good at blackmail, Wand," Y/N said, melting at the kids pleading. "I'm cracking."
"Kiddos, taking care of a living thing is a big responsibility," Wanda told the three.
"That's right. Dogs need food, exercise, and training." Y/N nodded as Wanda pulled the pup into her arms.
"And belly rubs, and cuddles. And kisses between their little ears." Wanda cooed, clutching the dog close.
"Morning wives! Morning kids!" Vision exclaimed, entering the kitchen in his disguise before stopping in his tracks. "Good morning, unfamiliar wet animal." He said, grabbing his newspaper. "Who's this?"
"We're not sure yet," Y/N said as Wanda handed the dog back to her. "Could be ours!" Y/N said in a sing-song.
"Why so formal, honey?" Wanda asked, staring at Vision in confusion.
"Oh, it's just a precaution, really. I had a hunch someone might pop over." He said as the back door opened and Agnes entered the house.
"Hi, kiddos!" Agnes grinned, holding a dog kennel in her hand.
"With exactly the item we require." Vision said, sharing a look with Y/N as she put the dog down.
"My kitchen window told me someone got a new pooch!" Agnes cooed, putting the kennel on the counter. "Did you name him yet?"
"How about Sniffy?" Tommy suggested, watching the tiny dog sniff around the kitchen.
"How 'bout Sparky?" Agnes joked after the dog had sniffed an electrical socket.
"Well, should we make it official?" Wanda smiled before making a collar appear in her hands to the shock of her partners.
"Wanda!" Y/N hissed, moving closer to the two.
"What?" Wanda asked in genuine confusion.
"Agnes was right there!" Vision whispered.
"She didn't notice," Wanda assured her partners. "She didn't even notice when the kids went from babies to five-year-olds." She joked.
"Oh, so I can send a tornado through the kitchen now, and it's fine?" Y/N shook her head.
"This is not what we agreed upon," Vision told her. "You made no effort to conceal your abilities."
"I'm tired of hiding, Vis." Wanda shook her head. "And maybe the two of you don't have to either." She suggested, taking Y/N's hand and placing her other hand on Vision's face.
"Wanda, since we've moved here, it's been all about fitting in. How is this fitting in?" Y/N sighed.
"Usually, the three of us are so much of the same mind, but right now, what aren't you telling us?" Vision asked her.
"So is Sparky our dog, Daddy?" Luna asked, interrupting the three's conversation.
"Please, Mommy?" Billy and Tommy asked in unison.
"I've cracked." Y/N sighed. "I'm all for a dog." She told her husband and wife. The two turned to look at her, and the three had a silent conversation that ended with Y/N letting out a sigh.
"Kids, three of us don't think you're ready to properly care for an animal until you're at least,"
"Ten. Ten." Vision coughed.
"Ten years old." Wanda finished. The three kids looked sad for a moment before they shared a long silent look and smirked.
"Wait, no, no, no."
"Wait, now hang on a minute."
"Don't even think about what you're thinking about."
The three of you tried to scold the kids, but it was too late. The kids had made up their minds.
Within seconds the kids were shooting up like beanstalks and were suddenly older.
"Let's just hope this dog stays the same size." Agnes joked.
"I need a coffee." Y/N sighed, holding a hand to her head.
"Can we have coffee too, Mom?" Luna asked as the boys nodded with her.
"No!" All three parents exclaimed, eyes wide.
"Okay. Okay, I've got it." Monica said, standing in front of the whiteboard with a texter in hand. "What I need is a ten thousand pound fallout shelter comprised of lead for photons, cadmium for neutrons, tantalum for seismic blasts, on wheels. And then, I would be able to safely re-enter Westview, right?" She asked the woman before her.
"Yes. Theoretically." Darcy nodded.
"I can work with theoretically."
"Better make sure that things a two-seater." Clint piped up from where he watched the TV, showcasing his daughter and her family. "Because you're not going in alone."
"What'd I miss?" Jimmy asked, entering the room with a tray of coffees.
"The kids aged up to ten," Darcy said as she and Clint quickly grabbed a coffee each.
"Holy Christmas. At this rate, they'll be empty nesters by dinnertime." Jimmy commented.
"I know an aerospace engineer who'd be up for the challenge." Monica smiled, looking away from the board.
"But I can't guarantee the Hex won't just mind-wipe you as you go in," Darcy warned the woman, causing the other three in the room to face her.
"The Hex?" Clint asked, raising a brow.
"Oh yeah, it's what I'm calling the anomaly because of its hexagonal shape. It's starting the catch on." Darcy said, causing Monica to look at the men who shook their heads. "You really want to go back in there? After everything you went through?"
"Yeah." Monica nodded. "Yeah, I do."
"Have we identified these minors yet? Or the newborns?"
"The kids aren't someone else's," Clint interjected. "Pay close attention to the hair, the eye colors, their faces. They look exactly like their parents," Clint said, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"The kids are theirs." Monica agreed. "Everything might look fake on the TV, but everything is real."
"But Wanda manipulates people's perceptions, makes them hallucinate." Jimmy pointed out.
"Yeah, that's her whole bag. If all the sets and props and wardrobe were solid matter, that would mean she's wielding an insane amount of power." Darcy told him.
"Far exceeding anything she's displayed in the past."
"She could have taken out Thanos on her own," Clint said. "She was ripping apart his very being before he made that bitch move. No-one even came close to taking him down on their own."
"Well, I'd argue Captain Marvel came close." Jimmy shrugged.
"Her powers come from an infinity stone, too, right?" Darcy asked, looking at everyone for an answer.
"We are not talking about her. We are talking about Wanda." Monica said, moving over to the board filled with pictures. "Darcy? What was that you were saying about props and sets and," Monica trailed off, plucking the photo of the red helicopter from the sixties episode.
"Wardrobe?"
"Where's the lab?" Monica asked her.
"Two tents away. Why?" Darcy asked, but she never got an answer as Monica rushed out of the room. Clint, Darcy, and Jimmy shared looks with one another before Jimmy and Darcy raced after Monica. Clint stayed in the room, intently watching the screen before him.
"What are we looking for?" Jimmy asked as Monica pushed the doors open.
"That," Monica said, staring at her seventies costume.
"Oh, man, are we being mind-controlled to see that right now?" Darcy gasped.
"Jeepers Creepers!" Jimmy cringed.
"Oh no. It's real, all right." Monica grinned after reading off a computer screen. "Can I borrow this?" Monica asked, taking Jimmy's gun from his pocket.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Jimmy said, reaching out for the gun as Darcy covered her ears. Monica shot at her costume several times, causing absolutely no damage to the clothes.
"Whoa!" Darcy grinned.
"You had a bulletproof vest on when you went inside, didn't you?" Jimmy asked, picking up one of the flattened bullets.
"Those pants are 87% Kevlar," Monica explained. "It's not an illusion. Wanda is rewriting reality."
"Permanently?"
"If she can changes things as they go into the Hex,"
"Ah, you called it the Hex!" Darcy smirked.
"What happens if we send something in that requires no change?" Monica elaborated.
Computational Services had been upgraded into the 1980s. Vision and the rest of the Computational Services employees had spent much of the day setting up the new computing systems around the office.
"So you're telling me this is a typewriter, a Rolodex, and a calendar all in one? What else can it do? Find me a wife?" Norm joked, sitting at his desk staring amazedly at the new computer.
"Eventually, yes." Vision agreed as he sat down.
"It's a hell of a thing watching you work these computers, Vision. It's like you speak their language." Norm complimented.
"What do you think, Norm? Should we surf the Internet?" Vision asked, moving to stand beside the man.
"Cowabunga, dude." Norm grinned, giving his seat up to Vision."Hey, look, we got electronic mail already!" Norm cheered as Vision booted the computer up.
"It's called an email, Norm." Vision gently corrected him. "What are you looking for?"
"Letter opener," Norm said after rifling through the draws.
"Ah, we don't need that. We're already cutting edge." Vision said, opening the email.
"SWORD. Top secret communique. Authenticate." Norm read aloud before Vision noticed the rest of the office reading the same email in unison.
"Doctor Darcy Lewis' findings regarding Maximoff's Anomaly. High levels of radiation present at the perimeter. Effect on Westview residents unknown. Please advise." The office chorused as Vision stared at his coworkers in shock and fear as the words of email sunk in. But no-one else was scared.
Everyone else was laughing.
"Well, come on, pal. What are we gonna write back?" Norm chuckled. "You're the office funny guy. It's a joke, can't you tell. None of it is real." He said as Vision tried to read the computer, but he felt nothing.
Vision turned to stare at his coworker as an idea formed, and without a word, he rose to his feet and pressed his fingers to Norm's temples.
Vision could sense a wall in Norm's mind. It was blocking Norm's memories, and it was strong but not stronger than Vision.
Norm transformed before Vision's eyes. His cheerful friend was suddenly reduced to a stammering panicked mess.
"Please, please, help me," Norm begged, his hands grasping at Visions. "What day is it? How long has it been? Where's my phone? I have to call my sister." He gasped, letting go of Vision and shoving papers and objects on his desk aside as he searched for his phone.
"Norm."
"She's taking care of our dad. He's sick." Norm rambled, tossing papers aside. "Where is my phone?"
"Calm yourself, Norm. I can't understand what you're trying to tell me." Vision whispered, leaning closer to the man.
"You have to stop her," Norm begged, fists clutching Vision's suit.
"Stop who?"
"She's in my head. None of it is my own. It hurts. It hurts so much. Just make her stop." Norm begged, clutching Vision's suit tighter. "Just make her stop!" Norm yelled before Vision touched his temples once more and restored the wall.
Norm shook his head slightly as his hands fell limply at his side before he smiles at Vision.
"Now tell me this, if I send an email, where would I put the stamp? Technology." Norm chuckled as Vision shakily walked back to his desk.
"I'm just going to go to the store," Y/N told her wife as she pulled on a jacket.
"Oh, I'll tell the kids to put their shoes on. We'll all go for a walk." Wanda nodded.
"No, it's okay. I want to go on my own." Y/N shook her head quickly.
"Are you sure, hon? Because whatever we need, I can, just make it appear." Wanda smiled at her own joke before frowning as Y/N grabbed her bag. "Why don't you want us to come?" Wanda questioned her.
"Because I need five minutes to think. And I think a walk would do me some good." Y/N sighed.
"What can't you think about here?" Wanda pressed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"It's not here. I just need some time to mull things over." Y/N promised.
"What's there to mull over?"
"Why are you pushing me on this? What's so hard to understand about this?" Y/N asked, turning to Wanda with a frown.
"It's hard for me to understand why you're acting like this. Did I do something? Did the kids?" Wanda wondered.
"No. Never," Y/N promised, taking Wanda's hand. "It just been a lot of changes recently, and I need just a second to comprehend them all," Y/N said, squeezing her wife's hand.
"Fine. Whatever. Go for your walk. We'll be here." Wanda shook her head, pulling her hand free.
"Look, we'll talk when I get back. I love you." Y/N said, leaning over to kiss Wanda quickly before leaving the house.
"Love you too," Wanda called.
What neither woman had noticed were the three spying kids, who'd heard everything and were now looking at each other worriedly.
"Sit, Sparky. Sit. Good boy!" Billy cheered.
Wanda had snapped out of her thoughts after several long minutes. And once she had snapped out of her head, she needed a distraction. And so, she had called the kids into the living room and asked them to show her the tricks they'd been teaching Sparky.
"Speak!" Billy commanded, causing the dog to let out a bark. "Nice, Sparky. Now spin. Good boy!" Billy said, feeding the dog a treat as his mother, sister and brother clapped.
"Oh! Bravo, Billy! You weren't so bad either, Sparky!" Wanda complimented, causing the boy to smile widely.
"That was radical!" Tommy exclaimed, jumping to his feet and pulling Luna to hers.
"Can we show Daddy?" Luna asked, turning to her mother.
"Oh, he's at work," Wanda told her daughter apologetically.
"It's Saturday, Mama," Billy said as he and his siblings looked much more disappointed than a second ago.
"No, it's not. It's Monday." Wanda waved him off.
"This morning was Saturday," Tommy told her.
"There was an emergency at the office, and your father had to go in. End of story." Wanda said, causing the kids to look between one another. "Look, he just. He needed a distraction."
"Like Mom?" Billy frowned.
"What?"
"Dad and Mom needed a distraction from us?" Luna asked with a sad expression.
"No! No way! No!" Wanda denied, rushing over to the three. "Sometimes, your dad, your mom, and I aren't on the same page," Wanda said, wrapping her arms around her children. "But it's just temporary." She promised, leading the three over to the couch. "Like the three of you, you might fight over toys, but you're always going to be siblings. You're always going to be Luna's brothers, and she's always going to be your sister, and you boys will always be each other's twin. Because family is forever." Wanda assured the three.
"Do you have a sibling, Mama?" Tommy wondered.
"I do. Yeah, I have a brother." Wanda nodded. "He's far away from here, and that makes me sad sometimes." She said before Sparky began to bark loudly.
"Hey, Sparky, what's up, boy?" Billy asked after the dog jumped out of his arms and rushed to the door.
"Something's scaring him!" Tommy exclaimed as Sparky growled at the door.
"Mama?" Luna asked, watching as her mother's face became blank.
"Stay here," Wanda said, standing from the couch.
Wanda moved towards the door and opened it, causing Sparky to bolt outside.
"Sparky!" The kids yelled, running off behind their mother.
"I know this tech is from the '80s, but can we sharpen the visuals?" Hayward asked, watching the screen intently over Monica's shoulder.
"Working on it," Monica told him. "Maximoff located." She said as she flew closer to the house.
"Well done." Hayward complimented with a blank face.
"We can't see the drone on the broadcast," Clint announced from behind.
"Wanda's framing it out of the shot." Jimmy deduced.
"Just like all the jump cuts. Wanda decides what makes it onto her show and what doesn't." Darcy added.
"And here we go. You're up." Hayward told Monica.
"Wanda, this is Captain Monica Rambeau. Can you hear me? I just want to talk, that's it." Monica said into the headpiece, staring at the black and white screen, a black and white screen that showed Wanda's glowing red eyes.
"No joy." Hayward sighed.
"Wait, my controls aren't working. Reconnect patch." Monica said as an alarm began to ding beside her.
"Disregard. Take the shot." Hayward shook his head before turning to a man to the side.
"What? No. The drone isn't armed." Monica shook her head, glancing at the man to her side as she desperately tried to take control back of the drone.
"Take the shot," Hayward commanded before the screen fritzed out and died.
"What did you do?" Clint demanded, rushing towards the director. "What did you do?"
He repeated before several alarms began to blare.
"There's a breach, sir."
Everyone jumped to their feet and rushed outside as the alarms continued to blast.
Cars were loaded as everyone raced as close to the boundary line as they dared. When the agents jumped out of the car, Monica, Clint, Darcy, and Jimmy's noticed, much to their horror, that they were all armed.
The four and Hayward had just pushed their way to the front of the gathering when Wanda emerged from Westview.
Dragging behind her SWORD's drone.
"Is this yours?" Wanda asked, throwing the drone at Hayward's feet.
"The missile was just a precaution. You can hardly blame us, Wanda." Hayward tried to reason.
"Oh, I think I can. This will be your only warning. Stay out of my home." Wanda said, staring blankly at the director. "You don't bother me. I won't bother you."
"I wish it could be that simple. You've taken an entire town hostage." Hayward said, attempting to appeal to Wanda's moral compass.
"I'm not the one with the guns director," Wanda mentioned, staring at the weapons in disdain.
"But you are the one in control," Monica spoke up.
"You're still here." Wanda acknowledged, creating a ball of red energy in her hand.
"Wanda, I didn't know the drones were armed. But you know, don't you? A town full of civilians, and you, a telepath, brought a SWORD agent into your home. You trusted me to help deliver your babies. You trusted me with Y/N and Vision. On some level, Wanda, you know I'm an ally. I wanna help you." Monica told the woman.
"How? What could you possibly have to offer me?" Wanda questioned her.
"Well, what do you want, kiddo?" Clint asked, taking a step towards her.
"I have what I want. And you, all of you, will stay from them," Wanda said, glaring at Clint. "No-one is ever going to take them from me or hurt them again," Wanda said before turning to Hayward as her hand glowed red.
Every one of SWORD's agent's eyes burned a bright red as they turned their guns on Hayward.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Stand down!" Hayward exclaimed as Wanda turned away.
"Wanda!"
Wanda paid no attention to those calling her name or the chaos behind her as she neared the Hex.
Wanda appeared to almost rip the Hex apart as she entered it.
And the shock of everyone watching, the entirety of the Hex changed from a cool blue to a bright burning red.
"Hey, stranger." Y/N grinned as her husband exited Computational Services. "Want to walk me home?"
"You know you should never walk anywhere with a stranger." Vision scolded as he walked closer to Y/N. "The likelihood in which,"
"Vis." Y/N cut him off, raising a brow, continuing to smile.
"Sorry." Vision blushed. "I'd love to walk with you, darling." He smiled, taking Y/N's hand as the two set off for home.
"I told Wanda I was going for a walk." Y/N mentioned as she swung her's and Vision's hands. "I might have made her suspicious."
"Suspicious of what?" Vision wondered, turning his head to her.
"What I can't tell her," Y/N said. "I hate doing it, but I lied to her so I could talk to you. Privately. Vis, there's something weird about this town."
"I know." Vision nodded. "I, too, have noticed abnormalities in the town. As well as with the people."
"You mean with Agnes this morning?" Y/N wondered, frowning as she thought back on their neighbor's behavior.
"I mean with Agnes and Herb. Mr. and Mrs. Hart. Geraldine and her mysterious disappearance. And just recently with Norm."
"The guy in your office?"
"Darling, I have a confession." Vision sighed, pulling Y/N over to a bench. "We received an email about work regarding 'The Maximoff Anamoly.' Everyone disregarded it as a joke, but I had a feeling it meant something, so I looked into Norm's mind."
"Vis."
"I found a wall in his mind, and when I was able to breach it, he changed," Vision told her.
"Changed how?" Y/N asked, cocking her head slightly.
"He was scared, Y/N." Vision said. "And I believe he was scared of Wanda." He added.
"Wanda? Our wife?"
"Yes. Norm's memories seemed to have been blocked by Wanda, and so, I have to ask something of you." Vision said. Y/N caught onto his train of thought quickly and shook her head at the man.
"No Vis, we agreed," Y/N said, crossing her arms. "Even playing ground between the three of us."
"I understand that darling, but I don't remember anything before Westview." Vision revealed. "I have been through all my systems and processors, and nothing is stopping me from remembering. The memories just simply aren't there."
"And you want to see if Wanda has blocked my memories?" Y/N asked after a second of thought.
"Darling, I know how it sounds, but can you remember your family? Your parents? Where you grew up? Do you remember how we met? Because I don't." Vision told her.
"I can never remember our wedding," Y/N whispered as the pieces began to fall into place.
Everything Vision was saying made sense. She couldn't remember any of those things and never had been able to.
Y/N had always brushed the idea of not remembering anything to the side, scolding herself for being silly.
But maybe she wasn't.
"Okay. I trust you, Vis. You can break the rule just this once." Y/N said. Vision gave her a gentle smile before raising his fingers to her temples. Y/N's eyes closed as Vision entered her mind before he jumped back with a yelp.
"Ah!"
"Vis?" Y/N asked, eyes snapping open and staring at her husband in shock.
"There's something stronger than Wanda's wall blocking your memories," Vision told her, wriggling his fingers. "I'm sorry, darling, but I can't break it." He apologized.
"It's okay. You tried." Y/N smiled, grabbing his hand with hers. "I think we need to talk to Wanda."
"I think you're right." Vision agreed, rising to his feet with Y/N following.
"Sparky!"
"Come here, Sparky!"
"Sparky! Sparky!"
The four had been searching for the small dog for what felt like hours, but there was still no sign of Sparky.
"Hey, what's the trouble, kids?" Dennis, the mailman, asked as he walked past.
"We can't find our dog," Luna told the man.
"Ah, don't worry. He's sure to turn up. Your mom won't let him get far." Dennis promised. "Ma'am." He tipped his head.
"I just don't know where he could've gone." Wanda sighed as the four continued down the street.
"Sparky!
"Sparky!"
"Sparky! Sparky!"
The kids made it to the end of the street when the bushes began to rustle. The kids let out excited gasps of 'Sparky' before Agnes stood, holding a small bundle with a remorseful face.
Tommy let out a gasp as Wanda's face fell, and Luna clutched Billy's hand.
"I didn't want to come until I'd wrapped him up," Agnes said, staring at the four sadly.
"What happened to him?" Wanda demanded, moving closer to her friend.
"Found him in my azalea bushes. Don't know how many leaves he ate. I didn't find him until it was too late. Oh, Tommy, Billy, Luna, I'm so sorry." Agnes apologized.
The kids turned to each other with teary eyes before nodding.
"Wait. Don't. Don't." Wanda said, catching onto their plan.
"Don't what?" Tommy demanded.
"Don't age yourselves up," Wanda told the three as she bent in front of them. "The urge to run from this feeling is powerful, I know."
"It's too sad." Billy shook his head as Tommy took Luna's other hand.
"You can fix anything, Mama. Fix the dead." Tommy said.
"Please, Mama. Please fix this. Bring Sparky back." Luna begged, squeezing her brother's hands.
"What? No." Wanda shook her head as she pulled back.
"You can do that?" Agnes asked, staring at Wanda in wonder.
"I am trying to tell you that there are rules in life, okay?" Wanda said as she kneeled on the concert. "We can't rush aging just because it's convenient. And we can't reverse death. No matter how sad it makes us, okay? Some things are forever." Wanda told them.
"You said family is forever." Billy reminded her.
"He is family," Tommy said.
"Bring him back, Mama, please," Luna begged.
"Bring who back?"
The four turned at the sound of Vision's voice to see him and Y/N standing behind them.
"Oh, sweethearts." Y/N sighed, glancing at the bundle in Agnes' arms.
"Come here." Vision said as he and Y/N pulled the kids into an embrace.
When the six had arrived home, the kids had rushed directly to their rooms, refusing even dinner.
Wanda had taken it upon herself to console the children while Y/N packed away Sparky's belongings and Vision buried the dog.
"How are the kids?" Vision asked, moving to wash his hands.
"A little heartbroken, but they'll be alright," Wanda told him.
"The kids are tough. Give them time." Y/N said, throwing a ball into the basket.
"It's not often you get a dog and bury them in the same day." Vision commented, scrubbing the dirt from beneath his fingernails.
"Well, life moves pretty fast out in the suburbs," Wanda commented, taking the basket of Sparky's toys as Y/N and Vision shared a look.
"I spoke with Norm." Vision said, drying his hands on a tea towel.
"Oh?"
"I unearthed the man's suppressed personality and spoke to him free of your oversight. He was in pain, Wanda." Vision told her.
"Vision, listen, can we just,"
"Wanda, why is there a wall in my mind?" Y/N cut her off.
"Excuse me?"
"Vision saw. There are two walls in my mind."
"Sweethearts, it's been a long day." Wanda shook her head. "Can we just,"
"What? Watch TV? Turn in for the night so you can change everything over again?" Vision scoffed.
"No, Wanda." Y/N shook her head. "You can't run away from this. You can't run away from us."
"You can't control us the way you do them." Vision said, moving to stand beside Y/N at the island.
"Can't I?" Wanda tilted her head. There was an air of finality to her tone as she turned her back on her wife and husband and walked to the door. "I'm going to bed."
"No, you're not!" Y/N snapped, walking around the island.
"What is the 'Maximoff Anomaly'?" Vision asked, following after Y/N.
"The what?"
"I have to believe that this, whatever this is, was subconscious at first and that you only recently became aware of it." Vision said, glancing around the kitchen.
"Aware of what?" Wanda asked before walking into the living room.
"Wanda, whatever you're doing to the rest of the town, is wrong!" Y/N said, following after her.
"Norm has a family, Wanda!" Vision exclaimed his anger so vast he lost control of his disguise. "He has a family, and he can't reach them because you won't let him reach them!"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Wanda yelled.
"Stop lying!" Vision shouted as he began to float.
"Wanda, what is happening here?" Y/N demanded as she and Wanda joined Vision in the air. "You can't deny what's happening in this town isn't normal."
"This, all of this is for us," Wanda told the two. "So let me handle it."
"What is outside of Westview?" Vision demanded.
"You don't wanna know, I promise you." Wanda shook her head.
"You're not allowed to make that choice for us, Wanda," Y/N told the woman.
"You've never talked to me like before. Neither of you has ever spoken to me like this before." Wanda shook her head sadly as she brought herself back to the ground.
"Before? Before what?" Y/N asked.
"I don't remember before! I don't remember my life before Westview! I don't know who I am!" Vision yelled. "I'm scared!" He declared.
"You are my husband. You are Y/N's husband. You are Billy, Tommy and Luna's father." Wanda said as Vision and Y/N slowly lowered themselves to the ground. "Isn't that enough?"
"Wanda, why don't the kids have any grandparents?" Y/N asked her. "Why can't I remember the last time I saw my family? Why haven't I spoken to them since we moved here?"
"Why are there no other children in Westview?" Vision added.
"Will the two of you just stop?" Wanda asked, walking away from the two.
"No. We won't."
"The playground stands empty every time I walk past it. Why? Why have I never spoken to either of your parents? Where are mine?" Vision asked her.
"Do you two really think I am controlling everything? That I am somehow in charge of everybody in Westview? I'm walking their dogs, mowing their lawns, getting them to their dentist appointments on time? I mean." Wanda emotionlessly chuckled as she collapsed onto the couch. "I don't know how any of this started." Wanda finally admitted.
"Wanda, what you're doing here is wrong." Vision said, kneeling beside her.
"What you're doing to these people is wrong." Y/N tacked on, sitting on the coffee table before the doorbell rang.
At the sound, the three all perked up and looked over at the door.
"I didn't do that." Wanda shook her head at the noise. "I, you don't believe me." Wanda realized, shaking her head.
"I want to, but at this point, I'm ignoring statistics entirely," Vision told her.
"You still haven't answered any of our questions," Y/N said when Wanda looked over to her.
When the doorbell rang again, Wanda wiped the tears from her eyes and walked towards the door.
With a sigh, Y/N and Vision rose to their feet and stood behind Wanda to see her freeze at the man on the other side of the door.
"Wanda, who is it?" Vision asked, staring at the white-haired man.
"Long lost bro get to squeeze his stinkin' sister to death or what?" The man wondered.
"Pietro?" Wanda whispered, staring at the man in confusion. "Oh." She happily sighed when he pulled her into his chest.
"Who's the popsicle and the broad?"
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What’s Done is Done - Part 2
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Requested by: @joannie95
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It’s been 3 months since you moved out of the tower. You still went on missions with the team, and would go there to train during the week, but other than that, you stayed far away. Wanda and Nat would meet up with you for girls nights, and you would hang out with Sam frequently, but all out of the tower. You didn’t know this, but Bucky was miserable not seeing you. The only times he got a chance was briefings and a few missions. You begged Steve and Tony to keep you on separate missions, unless the whole team was needed.
The whole team gave Bucky the riot act after you moved out. He knew what he did was stupid, but he just couldn’t understand how a beautiful and kind woman such as yourself could love him. You had helped relieve the nightmares, but after a mission where you were being openly threatened to get a reaction out of him, he just didn’t know what else to do. He thought you would break it off after being threatened because of him, but no. You told him it wasn’t his fault, which just made the guilt even worse.
He knows he went about things all wrong, and he knows the longer he waits, the worse things will be. However, out of respect for you, no one will tell him where you are. Even FRIDAY is keeping it confidential. He tries to follow his friends, but it’s like they know he would be doing it and make sure that they don’t go near you. He just wants to apologize and beg on his knees for forgiveness. He is lying on his bed on morning thinking of begging Steve for information when there is a knock on his door.
After alerting the person they can come in, Sam enters with an annoyed expression. “Listen, Y/N is coming to the tower today. This is the first time he is coming to hang out with the team, and you better not ruin it. You have done enough. Got it?” he sneers at Bucky. Bucky sighs, “Sam, I told you everything. I want to apologize to her. I get it if she won’t take me back. Just please let me apologize to her,” Bucky begs.
Sam shakes his head, “If she lets you then fine. But don’t be afraid if she doesn’t. She is finally getting back to her old self,” Sam says before leaving the room. Bucky quickly flies out of bed to shower and change. He makes sure to wear your favorite shirt of his, hoping that will get your attention. He heads out to the common room and hears everyone talking. His heart pounds when he hears your voice, but quickly drops when he hears what you announce to the room.
“Everyone, this is my boyfriend Tommy,” you say with a large smile, while holding Tommy’s hand. Sam gets up and shakes Tommy’s hand as he looks behind him to see Bucky’s fallen expression. Although Sam is pissed at Bucky, he somewhat feels for the guy, but then thinks he deserves it. You continue to make introductions with the team before you finally turn around and see Bucky. Tommy looks up at the man, not realizing who he is and goes to shake his hand. “Uh... Tommy, this is... Sergeant Barnes,” you say nonchalantly.
Bucky looks at you when you address him with his title, and his heart breaks slightly more, but he knows he deserves this and more, so he keeps his mouth shut and jealousy pools throughout him. Bucky shakes Tommy’s hand, and makes sure to squeeze just a little too hard, which makes Tommy flinch. You pull Tommy away and into the common room with the rest of the team, hoping Bucky will just leave, but of course he doesn’t.
The team is asking how you guys met, and how long you had been dating. Suddenly Bucky’s voice pops up, “So... have you fucked yet?” he asks. You look at him with wide eyes. Tommy clears his throat, “Uh... that’s kinda personal Sergeant Barnes,” he says, looking at you. You squeeze Tommy’s hand, trying to tell him to ignore him. “Well if you need pointers, I know all the things Y/N likes in the bedroom so,” Bucky says like he is talking about the weather.
“Bucky!” you yell. He just shrugs his shoulders like he hasn’t said anything wrong. “Tommy, please ignore him. He is an asshole,” you say glaring at Bucky. He gives you innocent eyes, and you can’t help but want to laugh because he looks adorable, but you shake your thoughts away. “Well, maybe we should just go, if this is how today is going to go,” you say standing up. You hear the group begging you to stay and yelling at Bucky. “Doll, I’m sorry. I’ll stop,” he says with pleading eyes.
You nod and sit back down, getting back into easy conversation with the team, trying to ignore Bucky. You kept looking over at him and he would give you a small smile each time, that would make butterflies form in your stomach. You scold yourself because he hurt you so damn bad, but your reaction to him cannot be helped. Especially since he is wearing your favorite shirt. You love the way it fits on him, showing all his bulging muscles. It’s like he did that on purpose, but you know he doesn’t care about you.
After spending the afternoon, you and Tommy take your leave. You say goodbye to your friends and are heading out when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around to see Bucky, “Uh... I was hoping maybe we could talk.” You shake your head, “I... I don’t think I’m ready to talk Bucky. Don’t you have a date with some slut or something to get to?” you ask before going to walk away. Bucky grabs your arm, “If you think that man could ever make you feel the way I make you feel, you are only joking yourself,” he says in a jealous rage.
You yank your arm away,��“You’re right. He doesn’t make me feel the way you did. He is so much better,” you say before walking away. Bucky just stares at you, wanting to run after you. He didn’t mean the talk to go that way, but his jealousy got the best of him. Sam glares at him as he walks past, “Told ya not to get your hopes up Barnes,” he says before walking away.
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A big mission came up a few weeks later. The whole team was brought it, which you hated because that meant Bucky was going to be there. You did your best to just ignore his existence and focus on what Steve and Tony were saying, but you felt his eyes on you. Once the briefing was over, you go get dressed in your kevlar suite and start grabbing all your weapons before heading to the quinjet.
You make sure to sit on the opposite side of the jet from Bucky, getting yourself psyched for the mission. Nat walks over to you, “You doing alright?” she asks. You look at her and smile, “It’s my job, I’ll be fine,” you respond. She nods and walks up to the pilot seat as Sam walks over, “If you want I’ll shoot him from the sky and say it was an accident,” he says making you laugh. “No, it’s ok Sammy. I’ll be fine,” you say giving him a hug.
Steve calls everyone over to go over the game plan 1 more time. You and Nat were the ones to get into the computer to upload several files we were after. It was Steve, Bucky, and Wanda’s job to get you there. Sam, Tony, Clint, and Vision were to maintain the outside parameter. Bruce was to stay onboard unless he was needed to go green. You all nodded in understanding and got ready to to disembark the jet.
Once the jet landed, Steve, Bucky and Wanda went out first, followed up Sam, Tony, Clint and Vision. You and Nat came out last waiting for the all clear sign to enter the building. Once you were inside, you both followed the map, given to you, to get to the computer. You didn’t come across too much action while inside, maybe an agent here or there, but they were dealt with quickly.
“Almost seems too easy, right?” you ask Natasha, who nods in response. You both finally make it to the computer room and Nat sits down to start the upload, which will take about 10-15 minutes, while you stood guard. After almost 10 minutes, and no one was trying to stop you you turn to Nat, “Something is not right,” you say. You try your comm to call Steve, but there was nothing.
“My comm is out, what about yours?” you ask Nat. Nat also tried to call out to the team with no response. Once the upload was done, you both start to head out the way you came. As you turned the corner, you come face to face with 15-20 HYDRA soldiers with their guns drawn. You and Nat both draw your weapons ready for a fight. It took all of 2 seconds for all hell to break loose.
You and Nat are working seamlessly side by side, until you feel a sharp pain in your ribs. You look down and see a knife sticking out of your torso and you drop to your knees. You already know your lung has been punctured, but you keep trying to fight, as breathing gets harder. Nat turns and looks and sees you down, and fights hard to get to you.
You are then kicked down and collapse on the floor. You hear Nat yell, but don’t hear what she is saying. All the chaos around you sounds so far away. Suddenly you feel yourself being lifted off the grown, “Y/N, open your eyes, Doll. Open your eyes,” you hear, but you can’t seem to open them. They are just too heavy.
Bucky runs back to the quinjet with you in his arms. He is panicking, as you are unresponsive. He brings you to Bruce, you immediately sets you up on a machine, and they see the faintest heart beat. Bucky holds your hand, begging you to be ok. Bruce asks someone to take Bucky away, which Steve does. Sam is being held by Nat, as he is also freaking out, as Tony flies the jet home.
“Steve, I need her to be ok. Please, I need her to be ok. She needs to know... she needs to know,” Bucky says as Steve hugs him to keep him away from you. “Know what?” Steve asks, trying to get Bucky to calm down. “She needs to know that I never stopped loving her. I was stupid and didn’t think I was worthy of her. She could have died because of me and I... I didn’t think I deserved her. I’m sorry... I’m so fucking sorry,” Bucky says sobbing.
Steve holds onto Bucky, as he is still trying to get to you. Meanwhile Bruce has you hooked up to oxygen and an IV and regulates your heartbeat until you can get to the compound. Bucky looks helplessly at your pale skin, thinking how you could possibly die without knowing that he really did love you. That he didn’t mean to break your heart. That he wants to die, instead of you.
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Random Wanda Vision Thoughts--
Episode 1: I am an emotional bitch crying at Wanda and Vision saying “i do” at the end of episode 1, like can these babies please catch a break? they just want to be happy.
Also Agnes and the 70′s show mom are my favorite wtf.
STARK TOASTERS I SEE YOU.
WHO IS WATCHING THEM WTF
Episode 2:
Dottie should die, she seems like the type who needs gently run over by a bus
WHO IS IN THE RADIO
Elizabeth Olsen is so cute in this, absolutely adorable
IS THAT DAVID SCHWIMMER PLAYING THE PIANO
Vision is drunk from getting gum in his gears, I’m actually cackling right now.
Tiny bit culty with the “for the children” thing, huh? Yikes
BABY BUMP!
Some creepo decides to get in on their world and Wanda literally went “i think the fuck not, let’s try this again and this time in technicolor”
is that the cop who asked out Ant Man on the radio?
The difference in “sitcom” Wanda who is happy in her world and “real life” Wanda when she realizes something isn’t right is honestly astonishing and Grade A Face Acting. See what happens when they let women do more on screen then walk around in tight clothes with full lips parted in a sexy pout?
Episode 3:
Seventies Vision’s hair is ENDING ME, I can’t even deal with that.
IT HAS TO BE DAVID SCHWIMMER except he looks like “russ” from friends instead of “ross”
Poor Vision is not handling impending fatherhood well
COMIC BOOK NAME DROP BILLY AND TOMMY I LOVE IT
Poor pregnancy fritzing Wanda. DID WANDA JUST GLITCH A TIME ERASE AND NOT MEAN TO? Listen, I did not expect to love them as a couple this much. EW HER WATER BROKE OMG
A STORK
Oh Wanda, poor baby she’s so afraid, I write way too much fan fiction about how all these characters are secretly terrified to go through life alone to be okay with this.
Why did I start crying immediately when the babies were born, I’m too emotional for this. She is so beautiful and Vision is so soft meeting his son as himself, oh my gosh. THE TWIN SCREAMS while the other twin comes omg this is Grade A Sitcom bullshit.
The doctor knows something is Up and so do Herb and Agnes. *don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious*
...have we actually seen Ralph and I’m just blanking on it? WHY DON’T THEY LIKE GERALDINE? WHO IS SHE?
Oh no i’m crying again over pietro and the sokovian lullaby. Don’t let me watch this while I’m PMSing wtf this is torture. GERALDINE KNOWS ABOUT ULTRON
OH SHIT WANDA IS PISSED LOOK AT THAT DANGEROUS LADY. that head tilt is fucking lethal.
I love agnes oh man. I know because of spoilers she’s something of a bad guy? but I love her
WHAT HAPPENED TO GERALDINE OMG DID WANDA KILL HER
Oh no, not dead. Just kicked tf out of the bubble. I just realized the symbol is for Sword. Is this some sort of experiment to keep Wanda contained post Endgame? I should have read more spoilers, I’m fucking confused.
Episode 4: OH HOLY SHIT IT’S MONICA RAMBEAU AND IT’S POST EG SNAP OH MY GOSH SHE HAS NO IDEA SHES BEEN GONE FOR FIVE YEARS MY HEART IS BREAKING MY HEART IS BREAKING I CAN’T TAKE IT
It IS the cop that hit on Ant Man! WHAT DO THEY MEAN WESTVIEW DOESN’T EXIST
Oh it’s Darcy! Damn straight it’s Dr. Lewis. How very shocking, a woman was the one to show a room full of Ridiculous Men what’s going on?
ZOMBIE VISION OH MY GOD “no we can’t” oh man she is starting to CRACK and Vision knows something is wrong OH NO
At this point I should point out that I am 1000% surprised at the quality of the show and 1000% pleasantly surprised by how much I’m enjoying it. The bar for Wanda’s character development was literally subterranean, but this is has been frankly sort of amazing??
Episode 5
Agnes asking about “taking it from the top” WHAT. I love so much the way the characters “break character” it’s so interesting and well done! WHY IS WANDA LYING TO VISION.
WHERE IS RALPH
oh my god the babies are children now?? why isn’t agnes noticing?? THEY’RE SO CUTE I COULD CRY ALL OVER AGAIN
I do not. trust. hayward. Why is he asking about Wandas nickname? Monica knows whats up-- she knows Wanda is grieving and hurting.
THE VISIONS CORPSE WHAT? WHAT IS WANDA DOING OH MY GOD SHE STOLE VISION. Vision has a living will? Don’t you have to be human for that? Are you telling me the woman that loved Vision would straight up ignore his wish to not be turned into a weapon after his death? I have a hard time with this.
Oh no Vision is starting to worry me. He’s onto Agnes, he’s noticing Wanda getting careless...the boys are adorable though. Good on Agnes for not even flinching.
DAMN RIGHT WANDA COULD HAVE TAKEN OUT THANOS LETS HAVE SOME RESPECT PEOPLE. Also, why is Monica being sketchy about Captain Marvel?
EMAIL ALERT EMAIL ALERT “none of it is real.” oh my god what is happening?!?!
“Is this yours?” OH MY GOD. “This will be your only warning” she is so unafraid and I love her for it. I love her accent coming back when she breaks characters LOOK AT HER TURNING ALL THOSE MEN AROUND I LOVE HER.
“Fix the dead” oh my god the shock on her face. The absolute irony of her trying to tell her boys there’s rules when she’s writing the playbook as she goes. Oh my god. “Can’t I?” Jesus, then the credits start rolling because she wants the episode to be over but Vision won’t let her OH MY GOD. My heart is breaking
WHAT DOES IT MEAN SHE DOESN’T KNOW
SHE RECAST PIETRO
Episode 6
OOOOH look at the classic costumes! Pietro is slaying me. I mean, it’s the wrong pietro but its still very funny. The way Vision calls her out and then plays it off is.... spooky. She is fully aware thats not her brother. “Be good.” holy shit.
Look at me not liking Hayward again. “which one is the sassy best friend” i feel like that’s....racist. “don’t use the last five years as an excuse to be a coward” DRAG HIM SIS
Listen Uncle Pietro being a little shit head is my favorite. I use the OG Pietro in my fics but this one is hilarious.
Vision lied about being on duty? Yikes. The one house where people are stuck in a loop? YIKES. Its crazy how everyone is starting to be super aware of Wanda pulling the strings--MAGIC CHILD OMG.
Whats past ellis avenue? Is that the limit of Wanda’s powers? I don’t super understand how Vision has his powers if he’s technically dead. HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT THE AVENGERS ARE she really just gave him enough life to exist just barely. Agnes knows he’s dead so she wasn’t snapped??
Agnes’s witchy laugh while dressed like a witch is legit awesome. We call that FOREEEEEEEEESHADOWING! Oh and there’s Ellis Ave. Got it.
Monica’s blood is changed?? Idk how to feel about Black Character willing to die for White Charaxter? I mean I know Wanda should be Jewish but still. Uncomfortably close to icky tropes but maybe I’m reading too far into it.
YIKES where was she hiding the kids till now? How’d she do all this? “I’m not a stranger or your husband” YIKES.
OH MY GOD DEAD PIETRO
OH MY GOD VISION STAY IN THE BUBBLE SOMEONE SAVE HIM SAVE HIM OMG BILLY CAN HEAR HIS DADDY DYING SAVE HIM
“The people need help” oh Vision you are truly Worthy
She literally expanded her world to save him omg
DARCY WHERED YOU GO geez look at power of this girls mind it’s about damn time we got a glimpse at just how intense her powers are
Season 7
Ok is this like a reality show? Oh man she is GLITCHING.
Oh no it’s just Wanda not Wanda vision cos she feels alone? So sad. She really is losing it isn’t she and not in a “lol how awkward” sortnof way but in that truthful hard to watch way that so many of us feel when we’re at the breaking point
“I actually did bite a kid once” I literally ugly laughed right there
I KNEW I COULDNT TRUST HAYWOOD
It’s so nice to see Darcy used in a real way. Her character was totally wasted in Thor
The way Wandas little interviews get more and more sad :(
Uhhh what does that mean Agnes is quiet on the inside? Again with the Ralph thing. I’m starting to think there’s no Ralph at all??
LOOK AT THIS GIRL WITH HER SPACE ROVER . She’s got that same look of determination her mama had. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO HER WHY ARE HER EYES BLUE
“....soooo Wanda killed me?” I’m ugly laughing again and I shouldn’t be but the comedic delivery is excellent. The whole “office” vibe with the cameras is making an otherwise devastating episode fairly funny
LOOK AT THIS GIRL STANDING UP TO WANDA we love a sharp cheekbones beauty
“Maybe I already am” I mean, I would have loved to hear that post Ultron when for some reason everyone blamed Tony for everything?? But hearing it now is just horrifying and I hate it
Oh vision deciding to go get to his wife is beautiful.
WHERE ARE THE BABIES WHERE ARE THE BOYS OH MY GOD IM FREAKING OUT WHAT BASEMENT THATS NEVER GOOD
Uh hey what the fuck is up with Agness creepy basement of horrors??
AGATHA HARKNESS OH MY GOD
This song is a BOP wtf she deserves an Emmy for this shit
Snoopers gonna snoop what?
Episode 8
Of course it’s Salem, where else would a witch story start
“They simply bent to my power” What a queen
lmaoooo THAT ACCENT COMES AND GOES Agatha really said what we’ve all been thinking
Wait so Wandas power drew Agatha in? I thought maybe Agatha trapped her here?? SHE DOESNT KNOW WHAT WANDA IS
THE BABIES
Oh ouch this trip down memory lane is gonna hurt me isn’t it?
Oh no her mama I’m dying inside send help. The TV sitcoms. Oh my god is this her last memory before her parents died. HELP ME I CANT WATCH THIS
Oh my god, she had powers when she was little?? SHES NOT AN EXPERIMENT???
Listen I generally think telling a story retroactively is lazy writing? Just give us a well developed story the first time?? But this is BRUTAL and brutally well done.
SHE SAW HERSELF IN THE MIND STONE???
Would it have been so difficult for them to give us even a PEEK at this version of wanda vision in CACW? Marvel has the worst habit of just popping up like “oh hey these two love each other all the sudden with no real reason for it” but this is wonderful. So much character development.
Oh listen to this woman begging to be able to bury her husband omg. WAIT SO SHE DIDNT BREAK IN AND TAKE HIM?? WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO VISION?? DID HE PUSH HER INTO THIS PSYCHOTIC BREAK?? HE TOTALLY PLAYED HER INTO RECREATING VISION SHE JUST WANTED CLOSURE. He literally showed her visions dismembered corpse and said “say goodbye” I will kill this dude wtf
“I can’t feel you” guys I have to pause this so I can cry for a minute
“I can’t feel you” and then she leaves. Totally alone in the world. My heart is an empty husk.
Why the house though? Why west view?
OH FUCK ME UP ARE YOU KIDDING ME VISION WAS GOING TO BUILD THEM A HOUSE I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE
It’s not even real vision? Just the projection of her broken heart? “Welcome home” I am broken. Physically broken.
CHAOS MAGIC
SCARLET WITCH
I CANNOT
OH MY GOD WHITE VISION??? NO NO NO
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Burned Part 25
Summary: Alfie Solomons is in need of a secretary. Tommy Shelby mentions a young woman in need of employment. From there the two step into a dangerous dance together.
Part 25: The happy life of a little family together
Teddy Solomons’ first word, thankfully, was not ‘fuck’. Alfie was certain that if that word had slipped out of the baby’s mouth, he wouldn’t sleep in the same bed as his wife ever again. What was more surprising was what he actually did say because Alfie certainly wasn't expecting it.
Alfie was entertaining the baby while Louise peacefully read in the parlor. He held Teddy up on his lap, making faces to make him laugh and shriek with glee. It amazed Alfie how easy it was to make Teddy happy. Sometimes all it took was crossing his eyes and sticking out his tongue to make the baby erupt in a fit of giggles.
“Da!” Teddy squealed and reached to tug on Alfie’s beard, one of his favorite past times as of late.
Louise looked over the top of her book. “Did he just say what I think he said?” She perked up in surprise.
“Just gibberish.” Her husband shook his head and wrote it off as nothing. “Babbling on as usual, aye?” He teased and wiggled Teddy’s toes. "Speaking your own little language?"
He giggled and pulled a bit harder on his father's beard. “Dada!” He chirped again.
Louise stood up, setting her book aside, and walked over. “Alfie, he’s saying dada.” She insisted.
Alfie wasn’t sure how old children were when they took certain milestones. Ollie had given him an estimate but all of his kids ranged from early to late bloomers so it was hard to say for sure. Time seemed to pass by so fast as Teddy grew so it seemed far too early for the baby to be saying any intelligent words. “It’s an easy sound for him to make, I’m sure it’s just nonsense.”
“You don’t think he’s smart enough to be speaking yet?” She challenged and put her hands on her hips.
He made a face at her remark. “He’s me son, innit he? That means he’s fucking smart.” He asserted. “Ted, who’s that?” He tested out the theory by pointing at Louise. Teddy giggled and mimicked his father pointing but didn’t say anything.
“Who’s that, love?” Louise pointed back at Alfie.
“Dada!” He responded and beamed as if he knew exactly how substantial his first word was.
She looked smug with herself. “Told you.”
“I stand corrected then.” Alfie chuckled and gently patted Teddy on the back. Pride bloomed in his chest. He was his son's very first word. It made him feel more important than anything else he'd ever done in his life. “Fucking bright as can be, innit he?”
“Hush, you can’t swear around him anymore because he’ll start to pick up on it!” She reminded him. But it was hard to be stern, Louise was also pleased to hear Teddy address Alfie first. She wanted him to know how important he was to the little boy.
“Sorry, love. Right, gotta start biting my tongue.” He couldn’t get the great big smile off his face though and eventually just began to laugh. However, mid-way through, his chest seized and he erupted in a coughing fit.
It was hard to forget about their reality for too long. Although Alfie was in good spirits and was able to stay fairly active, there was always something reminding them of his cancer. The frequent headaches that never seemed to end. The deep ache he felt in his body every morning and every night. He became out of breath often and sometimes became light-headed from how severe his coughing fits were.
Louise picked up Teddy from his lap and sat him down on the rug for a moment. “It’s okay, try to breathe slowly.” She soothed
Alfie’s face turned red and stood up to walk out of the room, staggering a few steps. More often than not, his violent coughing upset Teddy and he couldn’t have that. He wasn't sure what his son would remember of him, but he certainly didn't want his only memories of him to be a coughing bout. Alfie walked into the foyer and put a hand on the stair railing to steady himself. After a painful few moments, he managed to get the coughing under control. He took a few wheezing breaths and looked up.
Louise stood in the doorway with Teddy in her arms. The little boy didn’t seem upset and merely toyed with his mother’s curls. “Okay?” She asked softly.
Alfie nodded and cleared his throat once more. “Sorry, love.”
“Don’t apologize.” She walked over and touched his cheek. “Don’t ever apologize for something beyond your control.” It made her ache knowing there was little to nothing she could do to ease his pain. She felt as if she were failing as a wife.
He smiled weakly and leaned into her touch. “Just wish you didn’t have to see me like that.”
She sat down on the stairs and gestured for him to sit beside her. Setting Teddy on his lap, she gently stroked her husband’s hair back. “Remember when I said I never wanted you to change? I want you just the way you are. This isn’t you but it’s something you’re fighting. You don’t need to try to shield me from the difficult parts. Whatever you’re fighting, I’m right there beside you.”
“Dada.” Teddy cooed and wrapped his little fingers around Alfie’s white shirt.
Alfie kissed the top of his son’s head and then his wife’s cheek. “Can’t imagine going through any of this without you two.” His voice was still ragged from coughing. “You keep me going.”
There was no telling how much time Alfie had left. Doctor Stephens said there was a good chance he’d have a few years but warned him to be wary of his health. But seeing Teddy make such milestones made Alfie happy and just a hint more optimistic than he had been before his birth.
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That night, a warm June evening, Alfie and Louise went for a walk. Teddy was fast asleep upstairs and would most likely be asleep a few hours before he woke up for a nappy change or to nurse.
Alfie was in a good deal of pain and tried to cope by walking through it. Most nights it was hard to just stay lying awake in bed. At least when he was walking outside he could forget about the pain and focus on something else other than the ceiling.
They walked along the grounds together, arm in arm with Alfie holding a lantern to light their usual path past the stables and around the pastures.
“Can’t believe it’s already summer,” Louise commented. The night was alive with all sorts of insects beginning their nightly symphony. A warm breeze kicked up the scent of the roses that were just beginning to bloom. It was heavenly and managed to distract them from everything even just for a little while.
“Can’t believe Teddy’ll be one in the fall.” He agreed. The year had passed by far too quickly in his eyes. It seemed only yesterday he was holding his son for the very first time after he was born.
“We’ll have to throw a party for him. Wouldn’t it be nice to have everyone over here? Some could stay for the weekend, his birthday’s on a Friday.” She smiled.
“That would be lovely, yeah. I mean for fuck’s sake, I didn’t think I’d last this long.” He admitted. “On borrowed time, ain’t I?”
“No,” She shook her head and reached for his hand, threading her fingers with his. “You’re here for a reason. We’re together for a reason and we’ve Teddy for a reason.” She murmured softly and squeezed his hand lightly. “I don’t know what the reason is but I won’t question it. You make me happy and I think that’s reason enough.”
He smiled and lifted her hand up to kiss her knuckles. Frankly, he couldn’t imagine going about his life without meeting Louise. He used to have some semblance of a master plan involving the bakery and his other various business ventures. He’d finally put Darby Sabini out of commission and rule a bigger piece of London. But with plans like that, he was sure he would never truly be satisfied. With Louise and Teddy, he had everything he needed. He didn’t need more from them; all he needed was to see their faces each and every day.
“Do you think I’m right?” Louise asked curiously.
“You’re my wife, you’re always right, love.” He grinned and stopped to kiss her.
“One day you’re going to wake up in Inglewood, next to your wife. Your son or daughter will run into the room to wake you up and beg for you to come and play with them.”
Louise was usually right; Alfie had learned that in both positive and negative ways. Alfie liked when she was right because it gave him a sort of comfort for the future. She reassured him that he would continue living and that he would be there to experience his son growing up. He saw Teddy’s first birthday, then his second, and was gearing up to see his third as well. He was there, kneeling on the ground, arms outstretched as Teddy took his first steps. He heard Teddy call Louise ‘mumma’. Heard him call Cyril, Cee-Cee. Watched him grow taller and start to walk and run without falling over.
Alfie felt so blessed and every morning he was reminded how great it was to wake up and find himself where he was. Louise was asleep beside him, her arm outstretched and hand lingering on his chest.
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That morning, Teddy came toddling into the room, going right for his father’s side of the bed. Alfie was always up before Louise was, mostly because of his previous habits of waking early for work and because of the ache in his body that kept him up. But he was never too tired for Teddy.
“Dada.” The little boy whispered, well aware that his mother was still sleeping.
“There you are, already awake?” Alfie reached over and scooped Teddy up, letting him sit on his chest. “Don’t want to sleep in, aye?”
“No.” He giggled and grabbed at his feet, pressing his heels together and rocking back and forth.
Alfie held him steady. “What’s on the agenda today, then?” He asked softly. “Take a drive somewhere?”
“Ponies!”
“Sh, sh, mumma’s still asleep.” He whispered and motioned for him to be quiet.
Teddy mimicked the finger to his lips and giggled. “Shhhhh…”
Louise turned over and began to stir.
“Uh oh, Ted, we’ve done it now.” Alfie grinned.
“What’ve you done?” She mumbled with her eyes still closed.
“Mummy!” Teddy squealed and wriggled off Alfie to greet her. He burrowed under the quilt and cuddled close to her. “Mumma, ponies.”
Louise yawned and wrapped her arms around her son, pulling him close to her chest like a little teddy bear. “It’s a bit early to see the ponies, love.” She murmured, still half asleep.
“Mumma, sleep,” Teddy whispered and placed a pudgy hand over her eyes.
She laughed softly and took his hand to kiss it. “Just for a little longer. Then we’ll have breakfast before going outside.” She promised.
Alfie leaned on his elbow to watch mother and son cuddle close. Such an undeniable bond that made him relieved. Even after he was gone, they would still have that connection. No matter what happened to him, they would both have each other long after he passed. “C’mere.” He murmured and drew them both close to him, wrapping them up in his arms as a protective cocoon. He could’ve remained in that moment forever and be eternally happy. Hearing both of their soft inhales and exhales, faintly feeling their heartbeats, and enveloped in their warmth. They were just a small speck in the world, a small bit of dust in the grand scheme of things. But at that moment, Alfie felt like he was embracing the entire world, holding it in his arms and keeping it safe. Because they were the only two things that mattered on the planet as far as he was concerned.
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Marvel Teen Romance: Girls Edition Part 1
Solo Boys Edition
Romance is a dying art in superhero comics.
In a medium rife with sexism, the idea of romance becomes tainted with unfortunate cliches in a wave of women’s empowerment. Terms like Damsel-in-Distress becomes less of a person benefiting of a hero’s altruism to ranging from the unfortunate burden of being the one who needs to be saved as a sign of a weakness.
Marvel best example of the romance is Peter Parker and Mary Jane. A romance rife with editorial backlash that never liked the former and did their damnest and are doing their damnest to demean the character for their own ideal partner for Spider-man or Peter. MJ was making grown ass men who resented their wives and marriages project onto Peter. If you want to see an example of the sexism of Marvel, look up Christopher Priest’s opinion of Peter Parker and MJ and then after you pick up your jaw, keep reading.
Now women in Marvel have to appeal to the girls reading them. They have to be strong and strength is often interpreted as independence from men. There is rarely moments of weakness or yearning for these characters. They do not fawn for men or anyone at all and if they do long for anyone, it is for another woman, Today’s Marvel female youth opt for solitude and hyperfocus on the mission because writers refuse to even approach the hormone addled teenaged girl which has been derided as a stereotype. There is no swooning or rarely hint of attraction towards anybody, especially the opposite sex.
The pros are that stories are more varied and page space is not wasted on smitten teen girls being smitten on useless boys.
The cons is that it creates an archetype of stereotypical strong independent female in which their only characteristic is that they are strong and/or independent which contrasts men because men can be more varied in attitude and personality while women writers opt not to even engage in romance while also not addressing the character’s sexuality. They are not allowed to be young or be emotional.
Also, because of classism, the superhero woman opts for her equal in terms of status and usually only date men or women who are also superheroes while men, again are more varied. Men in romances with superheroic women are never powerless and usually fill an utility role. There is a need for them to want to help a perfectly capable woman. There is only one teenaged hero with a solo and a non-superhero partner and even then most of the male partners who aren’t have to be of use to the heroine in their vigilantism. They cannot just have their own lives separate from what the hero is doing like a Mary Jane Watson. They have to be hyper-competent and be apart of the heroines lives. Again, it wouldn’t be a problem if it weren’t for the implied sexism/classism. Spider-Gwen does not get the same fantasy as Peter Parker(will get to that later).
On a side note: To Mayday fans, Anya fans, Pei from Iron Fist fans, Moon Girl fans, Squirrel Girl fans, and any girl that I excluded from this post, they will definitely be in part two. I am sorry, but I just couldn’t. You will see how long this post is and this isn’t malicious on my part, but I hope you understand and forgive me. I mean I have to go back and update the boys edition. Cut me some slack. Anya and Pei were part of the original draft but shit got too long and it didn’t feel right to include them as a footnote.
Here are Marvel’s main solo teen women, romances, and romance history:
Kate Bishop a.k.a Hawkeye
Gender: Female
Orientation: ...Questioning? We’ll just say questioning
Love Interests: Johnny Watts aka Fuse(current), Noh-Var, Tommy Shepherd, Eli Bradley(retconned), Clown
We are starting with Kate Bishop because she is the closest to a modern woman’s love life. She has a cult following made of predominantly white women because Kate is empowered white girl embodied. And her dating life is modern in that Kate is one of the few women in Marvel that has relationships like men and is never shamed for it. Of all the women on this list, Kate was never not the focus or seen as codependent one. In fact, she is the capable and strong personality in her current relationship with Johnny Watts. He plays the supporting role for her. However varied Kate’s romantic history is, it is the prototypical love life of a teenaged Marvel woman. Every single one of her romances are by definition superheroes or vigilantes or villains. She does not have ordinary men in her life.
Now you are probably thinking that Kate is a team character. You would be right, but I think I speak for all Kate fans is that she is exceptional in that she can and has held books before alone where her other Young Avengers can’t be assed to have an appearance. And I like Kate. She is my favorite white girl in Marvel. So here we go.
And no, I am not going to consider her rapists in Central Park as love interests, but I will say that her relationship with men and her overall independence from them even while she is in relationship with them is because of this assault. There...I said it.
Eli Bradley aka the Patriot. Kate and Eli started off from a rocky place. Kate wanting to be super strong and independent rich girl and Eli being super prideful and somewhat sexist. Eli wants to fulfill his grandfather’s legacy and feels that he has to immediately live up to him no matter what probably did not like Kate upstaging him, and Kate mistook what Eli was saying as sexist. It wasn’t that Kate was a girl that was the problem. It was that Kate was a rich white girl who chose to make rescuing herself and then making he and the Young Avengers look like idiots that was the problem. So they argue and fuss at each other all of the time.
Kate misinterprets Eli’s reluctance to have her and Cassie on the team as sexist when in fact, the team was constructed for a specific purpose and have a specific roster pool to draw from. Cassie and Kate just aren’t in it.
So Eli and Kate take each other apart and both take shots at each other.
So Kate and Eli have this tic for tac relationship which is something Kate seems to relish in while Eli seems to be abrupt with her about it.
And also, the two both have Strong Type A personalities. They both want to be the leader of the Young Avengers.
But during a fight with Kang the Conqueror, both Kate and Eli reach an impasse.
Kate’s and Eli’s relationship starts to develop a bit and after some revelations about Eli come to the surface and the Avengers disband the Young Avengers only for the team to regroup out of spite of the Avengers. They start recruiting again, then come across Tommy Shepherd, Billy Kaplan’s brother and son of Wanda Maximoff.
And Eli doesn’t like him because Tommy seems to be a little too okay with murder and wanton acts of violence.
Kate and Eli start getting along to an extent. Eli is more of a stern individual and cuts Kate no slack. But Kate often challenges him.
And eventually they go on a date.
Uh. Excuse me. Not a date.
After getting jumped by Ronin on their Central Park, Not-A-Date carriage ride, Kate tried to calm him down after a disastrous evening.
So enough about Eli, let’s move on to Tommy.
Tommy Shepherd is the prototypical fun bad boy. He doesn’t challenge Kate to be better. He dares her to keep up. So after Kate loses her bow and arrow to the original Hawkeye aka Clint Barton in a shooting contest, she goes home feeling ashamed. Eli, still raw from their not-a-date, starts relentlessly criticizing her. Kate did not need that on-top of her embarrassment so she told Eli to fuck off and walked away. Tommy, being less stringent than Eli, talks to Kate. Tommy flirts with Kate, in front of Eli, and they both decide to go out. Tommy was not there for Eli’s and Kate’s fight so he has no idea what is going on. Kate catches him up to speed and well...
Tommy is such an awesome dude when he isn’t murderous. So Kate and Tommy break into Avengers manor and steal back her bow and arrows.
Fun and exciting, bad boy.
The two steal back her bow and arrows and it was a fun date.
Now this triangle business and Kate’s indecisiveness plays a role because eventually she starts teaming up with Clint Barton and she witnesses first hand how disastrous his love life is. But I’ll get to that later. But just to be clear, she doesn’t choose to be with either, Tommy or Eli.
Eli quit the Young Avengers after accidentally having a role in the death of Cassie Lang? It’s confusing. So with Eli’s departure, Young Avengers disbanded and thus Kate decided to team up with the other Hawkeye, Clint Barton, when the other members decided to quit.
Kate Bishop takes up an apprenticeship role under the tutelage of Clint and she helps him out on missions from time to time. There is some hint that Kate is somewhat attracted to him, but she realizes that is nasty and Clint is like twice her age. Clint, however, likes teaching her because Kate is a fast learner.
So this pairing of the Hawkeye’s became somewhat of sensation that propelled Kate to mainstream attraction. The crime busting duo became the bane of low level street thugs all over Brooklyn. But under his mentorship, Kate also saw how much of a wreck Clint’s life was. More specifically, his love life.
Clint was dating Jessica Drew at the time. But he slept with Penny, some woman he rescued, while he was dating her. Natasha is more of his work wife in a sense, you’ll have to ask Hawkeye fans if they ever dated, but she is more concerned with the fact that Clint robbed some gangsters and got arrested. Bobbi was Clint’s ex-wife...well at the time of the comic, she was his separated wife. She wants to find Clint to finalize their divorce. So Kate is dragged into this mess.
Kate witnesses what a mess Clint’s life is, and she gains one fear: to not be like Clint Barton.
Fast forward to the Young Avengers relaunch.
Kate wakes up from a booty call. And it is not some ordinary booty call. No-nonono.
Enter Noh-Varr. Like the narration says, she met Noh-Varr and he collectively kicked all of the Young Avengers asses. And I guess she is over that now and Kate and he hooked up. Noh-Varr is the silly himbo. Stupid but pretty as heck to look at.
It is hard to classify what she and Noh-Varr were because to me, they weren’t really an item as he was more like a one night stand that became a multiple night stand... Good dick is hard to find so if you find one, might as well hold on to it for awhile, am I right ladies?
Anyways, I couldn’t tell you the plot of Young Avengers 2015 because...even I was confused by it. Regardless, we are here for Kate’s love life.While facing the final...whatever the fuck they are fighting, Noh decides to confess to Kate.
And telling Kate that he was semi-seeing someone else on the side kind of drove the relationship to hell.
Anyways, we moving on. Also, America suggests something to Kate.
Another oddity in Kate’s love life is that most, if not all, of her lovers are bi. Juries out on Eli(and will probably stay that way), but both Johnny(we’ll get to him) and Noh-Varr, her only serious relationships, are bi and are attracted to each other. The irreverence that Kate has for dating should be dating because she rarely pontificates on her partners. There is no, “I wonder what X is doing.” It is all business, and rarely play. Also, we are not suggesting that women dating exclusively bi-women are bi by association. We are saying that Kate Bishop isn’t as straight as she thinks she is.
What she fears is having a love life like her mentor, Clint Barton: A fucking mess. Kate is the only young woman who has had multiple booty calls and has pulled the, “Well last night is fun, but you got to get the fuck up out of here” on a dude.
And by doing this, she is acting as self-destructive as Clint who is notorious for doing the same thing. Kate declares that she doesn’t need attachments and that the above boy was too clingy for wanting to hang out after knocking boots. He was a distraction for Kate. Miss America points out the irony of her saying something like that.
On top of everything, Kate decides to get away from Clint and heads out to Los Angeles to start a detective agency. She gets up to some high class hijinx there and in the midst of the chaos, she meets a boy.
Johnny Watts.
What I like about Johnny is that he isn’t overstepping of Kate. He is lax and is perfectly willing to step aside and let Kate be a hero and not let his male ego get wounded by the fact that his girlfriend is a kick ass superhero. Johnny also unlike Eli can keep up with Kate’s wit so their banter/flirtation is quick and rapid.
He is also supportive and understanding.
They hook up after Kate defeats Madame Masque again.
Johnny seems like a normal dude, right. There is nothing strange about him at all. So what is with the above preamble if the first Marvel heroine you mention has a normal boyfriend? Well...
Johnny absorbs the matter of anything he touches and can briefly become the item. It ranges from concrete to even vibranium. Why vibranium? Well he has a nose ring that is made of vibranium. Why does he have a nose ring made from a precious Wakandan resource? Johnny and his sister are Wakandan exiles and they kept a piece of vibranium as keepsakes.
So Johnny has powers like all of Kate’s other boyfriends and exes. When Kate forms the new West Coast Avengers, she enlists her boyfriend as her first recruit. He has issues adjusting into being a superhero, but he is learning. He takes up the alias as Fuse and he and Kate continue with their relationship without much trepidation. Until Noh-Varr comes back.
And Noh-Varr being a himbo doesn’t necessarily jive well with the relationship because Noh-Varr has no tact or grace. He is also really attractive and a pretty boy.
And then it dons on Kate that her boyfriend and her ex are attracted to one another.
All and all, Kate is the standard for super-heroine women in Marvel in.
Miss America Chavez
Gender: Female
Orientation: Lesbian
Love Interests: Ramone Watts(current),Lisa, Ultimate Nullifier
Yes, she is lesbian. Ultimate Nullifier was simply an experiment that she didn’t like after the first kiss. Like one kiss with a guy and she said, “umm nope.”
She is lesbian. She likes girls and from the general reception of the character, girls like her too.I am not going to bother covering her relationship with Ultimate Nullifier because who the fuck really cares about that guy?
I can’t tell you much about Lisa other than America isn’t necessarily a good girlfriend.
Well she isn’t? Like there was this whole convoluted thing that made America break up with Lisa for a reason I can’t really explain and the narrative tried to paint America as in the right when she was a shitty girlfriend. I just wanted to put Lisa in there because I like to confirm that she existed and still doesn’t have a last name.
Anyways, on to the good shit.
America and Ramone met through mutual colleague and also shared friend, Kate Bishop. Kate was dating Ramone’s brother and America kept Kate around so Kate could ogle her. Anyways, Ramone was trapped in a collapsing building and America saved her and caused Ramone to have what could only be described as gay panic. So naturally, the two decided to date because...well have you seen Miss. America Chavez. If one could describe her, she would be the one woman “reason why I’m gay” justification for women.
That image alone just created like 10 lesbians.
Anyways, the two are just cute. Like I can’t even describe how the two are just cute around each other.
But no one wants to be like deadweight as Nero from Devil May Cry can attest to. So Ramone, like her brother, turn out to be exiles from Wakanda.
And then this happened.
And Allow was born. So after Alloy rescues America and the West Coast Avengers, let’s just say that America was very excited about the new development that her girlfriend has powers just like her.
And they lived happily ever after and are still the item until this day.
Laura Kinney aka X-23 aka Wolverine
Orientation: Indecisive
Love Interests: Julian Keller, Warren Worthington(ewwwwww)
tw: sex trafficking, rape, and incest mentions
I don’t know what I expect out of franchise spawned the likes of Wolverine being with anybody or the idea that Wanda and Pietro practicing incest or Professor Xavier being in love with Jean Grey. I honestly don’t know why I hoped they would handle this character with tact as she is the most popular X-character made in the past 20 years. God forbid I expected that the franchise that insisted on Emma Frost mind raping Cyclops and then being an item would actually think about Laura Kinney as a character and not do some inappropriate shit...but here we are.
Let me explain the life of one Laura Kinney in the Marvel comics and why everything about her being in a relationship with a man who is the same age physically as her father is a bad idea. We all know about the X-periment and how she was the gender flipped clone of Wolverine...or is she her biological daughter? Who the fuck knows or even cares, let me get to the point.
Laura Kinney is a victim of sex trafficking. She was pimped out and did some weird dark shitty shit and yes, it involved her claws. So her history with sex in general should be handled tactfully. Her life has been nothing but violence and death and dismemberment. And I am not saying that Laura should not find love. I am saying that a girl like Laura should not be with older men, but what do I know. It seems the X-men franchise seems to be looking for writers whose only criteria is that you have to have a creepy fascination with Kitty Pryde.
Granted, Julian Keller aka Hellion had a relationship with Laura that allowed her to express emotions like a teenaged girl should be allowed to express without the influence of an older men. Julian’s relationship was born of resentment because Laura was not a real mutant, whatever that mean to fear that Laura was nothing but an assassin to admiration after witnessing how much Laura endured. Notice how Julian could never push or influence Laura to do things that she did not want to do.
Warren is the same fucking age as Cyclops. If you are going to make a stink about Rachne being with Josh Foley, then why in the fuck is this 30+ year old man with a fresh faced teenaged abused girl?
I’m just saying that any character with rape and/or sex trafficking as their backstory should be handled as gracefully as possible in regards to romantic interests and sexuality. Her being with Adam is not handling gracefully.
Gwen Stacy aka Ghost Spider
Gender: Female
Orientation: ?
Love Interests: Peter Parker, Harry Osborn, Miles Morales, ...fuck it, I am going to go ahead in put Mary Jane Watson in here
Okay.
“But, Gwemj isn’t canon so why would you put that in here?”
First off, Spider-Gwen is the quintessential pinnacle of everything that is wrong with how Marvel deals with superhero romances with solo women. There is no reason why in the 4 years as of this writing, that you have yet to introduce a love interest that is Spider-man viable in the 50 issues she has starred in. There is no excuse that her first kiss was not with anybody within her supporting cast, but with another established hero. Spider-Gwen, you have an underdeveloped supporting cast and setting, and it fucking shows.
Second, it was clear that the original plan was Gwemj, but Gwen Stacy became popular and marketable so they derailed the sapphic train and landed on the most forced and out of theme romance in recent comic book history. Like for fuck’s sake, she is Spider-man for girls and women. You know how many superheroes Peter Parker dated, 3-4 if you count Kitty Pryde and every time it never worked out because they could never relate to Peter Parker.
That is the fucking point, Marvel/Latour/McGuire although the last person isn’t the biggest offender.
Giving Gwen a superhero love interest negates the fucking point of Spider-man. It is against theme and it is really sexist as shit because every male hero has a love interest that is not superpowered. Not a one woman can hook up with a non-powered boy if they are in hetero romances.
Miles Morales and Gwen Stacy is the most cynical pairing shill that I’ve ever seen.
The fact of the matter is that Gwen has the most chemistry with Mary Jane and most of her romances have been bouts of forced heterosexuality. And it is not that she is possibly heterosexual that is the problem. It is that you refuse to develop said romances and try to make sure the man involved is just as empowered as the girl for no fucking reason.
It’s pure laziness.
Anyways, it’s hard to pindown where I should start this because the comic creates Gwen’s origin out of flashbacks so it’s hard to figure what came first.. And I guess it begins with Peter.
I’m working with assumption in trying to nail down the chronological order. Okay, Peter noted Gwen’s music in her headphones and identified it. Gwen was on that Neku Sakuraba tip except without the angry at the world attitude so she was this disheveled girl who listened to music openly and isolated herself from cast. But she wasn’t bullied or anything like Pete.
She was a cool loser.
So after their shared taste in music, Peter and Gwen become fast friends, but it is hinted that Peter had a crush on her and it more than platonic feeling for her. Anyways, Gwen’t and Peter’s duet became a 3 man band as they added residnet outcast, Harry Osborm to the crew.
Now do the math, two boys and one girl.
It is obvious that both boys have a crush on the one girl. Now it is hard to discern Gwen’s feelings for either of the two boys because there isn’t a lot shown. But the main takeaway is that Peter was broken down by bullying. He channelled his inner Vergil because he wanted power. This universe’s Peter is the Peter we see in Ditko’s early Spider-man run without the powers and none of the growth he received later. Harry, on the otherhand, is well aware of how broken Peter is and resolves to not be like him while hoping to move in on the cute blonde.
“...They won’t break me like they broken [Peter]”
So Peter is not exactly the kid you’d say after a school shooting, no one would expect that he was the culprit. I’m pretty sure no one at Midtown would be surprised. So guess what sends Peter over the edge?
No surprise here that Peter Parker without the character growth of becoming Spider-man becomes an incel asshole.
Anyways, some time passes and Prom happens. Guess who is going stag?
No that is an actual question because I am not sure who went with whom. Did Gwen decide to go out with Harry? Are they dating? Who the fuck knows because there isn’t a lot to infer from these panels.
Judging by the clothes, Gwen isn’t dressed up or gussied up. She is wearing a white T-shirt at Prom. She doesn’t appear to be with anybody. Harry isn’t with anybody either and Peter definitely isn’t. And this is why when you make a character, you start at the beginning. This shouldn’t be background or filer. This is essential information because I assumed that we had a love triangle going on with two wayward boys pining after the same girl. It’s clear that Harry has a crush on Gwen. It’s implied that Peter had a crush on Gwen as well with his reaction and calling Harry a traitor.
It’s really unclear and it is a situation that defines Gwen’s story and stories going forward. We really don’t know what happened at prom and the first Midtown attack. We really don’t know exactly what led to Peter turning himself into the Lizard. There are inferences and implications, but nothing is concrete. This series is built on the idea that Peter Parker’s death matters without giving a reason why to care about Peter Parker. And just to remind you that while the Night Gwen Stacy Died didn’t focus on Gwen Stacy, you had nearly a hundred issues to care about her prior to her death. Gwen is not just some iconography and symbolism. She was an actual character. A bad one, but nonetheless, she had more than a few pages to get represent a character.
So after Prom was a murderous incel Lizard shitshow and Gwen stopped and accidentally killed the Lizard(Key word: accidentally because it’s not clear if Gwen killed him because it was weirdly effective punch and she toyed with him like she usually does), Spider-Gwen goes on a severe depression and isolation streak and doesn’t talk to anyone ever...possibly. Again, it is the case of Gwen’s origin not exactly being clear. We don’t know much and what we are shown was presented through flashbacks.
Until she gets wrapped up in Spider-verse and she meets several Spider-folks with most of them looking like her Peter Parker and falls into a depressive episode realizing that maybe her Peter should have been the one who was bittem and she was destined to be miserable all of her life. Following a confrontation with a grief-stricken 616 Peter Parker stating that she isn’t ‘his’ Gwen, Gwen just doesn’t want to deal with any Spider-men that look like Peter Parker or are Peter Parker. And also, she is still being tormented in her own universe by a smear campaign that unfairly places the blame of Peter’s death on her shoulders. Because of said campaign, Gwen is a fugitive and her enemy, Matthew Murderdock, is extorting her for her own powers that only he has access to and her father’s life in exchange for working with him.
In summary, Gwen is stressed and is at a breaking point. She is miserable and facing an existential crisis that every adaptation of herself has died or suffered horrible consequences and questions if she is incapable of experiencing happiness. She has lost her Spider-power and has to rely on her sworn enemy to have them. And her whole city sees her as a murderer.
Enter Miles Morales.
I already explained why Miles was in E-65 in the previous post. I don’t need to repeat myself. But I can elaborate on why Miles was attractive to Gwen Stacy. For one, he is a Spider-man that doesn’t remind her of Peter Parker. So she isn’t feeling guilty and at least he isn’t a literal anthropomorphic pig. Two, Miles is around her age. This is debatable because in spite of what Bendis says, Miles was 15 at the time of this arc and he clearly aged Miles up so Gwen didn’t look like a cradle robber for daring to be interested in a kid4-5 years younger than she. And finally, this.
Miles presents the one alternate dimension where she is happy and with children. So combined with Miles being a nice if not horny kid and being overwhelmed with guilt and stress in her daily life. Miles starts becoming more attractive to Gwen. Which leads to....
Okey-doke.
I have made myself clear about how I feel about this ship. If you want a summary, I wish it never existed but here we are.
Anyways, Miles goes back and immediately starts pursuing more interesting love interests and Gwen continues to deal with being stressed. I am going to stop it here. But I want to posit a theory.
Spider-Gwen was supposed to be with Mary Jane or EmJay. For the longest, the tension between Mary Jane and Gwen was honestly the only non-superheroic related with the most tension and description outside of her own father and EmJay seemed focused on Gwen to an absurd degree. It wasn’t until it was reported that Marvel pinned Gwen for her popularity that they didn’t want to damage her marketability so being a lesbian superhero in Marvel is kind of a no-no in terms of profit. But GweMJ was and still is a popular ship so to appease fans, Latour basically threw MJ at Glory in a random and spontaneous manner if only to appease those fans.The issue is that Glory and MJ aren’t super prevalent in the book. I mean Glory Grant isn’t even that important to Spider-man mythos as a whole. So it became a case of pandering to the base while simultaneously throwing the lesbians away.
That is all I am going to say on this.
Kamala Khan aka Ms Marvel
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Love Interests: Bruno(current), Kamren, Dante Pertuz, Red Dagger, Miles Morales(one-sided), Sam Alexander(one-sided)
Ms. Marvel is a teenaged love story with superheroes. It is a romantic literature geared towards Muslim women or girls. It’s true. And I have earned the right to fucking say it. This is going to feel like I am harping on her religion, but Ms. Marvel’s religion is the core of her character and her story. Believe it or not, it is what makes her a hero. It is her “Great Power, Comes Great Responsibility.” So it’s important that we discuss how Kamala’s religion has to do with her love interests.
Anyways, let’s start from the beginning.
Bruno has had a childhood crush on Kamala Khan. This subplot is intertwined throughout the book. The struggle however isn’t because Kamala is irreproachable. Her religion is the obstacle.
Kamala’s parents would never accept Bruno Carrelli as a viable partner. In fact, homegirl is not even allowed to date without male supervision.
Kamala initially only sees Bruno as a friend. Her best friend. Don’t say ‘friend zone’ because...grow up honestly. Kamala didn’t care for boys, but she does care about her independence. Freedom that her cultural mandated patriarchy did not afford her or at least was regimented. I am not Muslim nor a woman, but I would surmise that a lot of teenaged Muslim girls would rebel or want to rebel against such a strict culture especially when they live in America. Kamala strikes the core of conformity to the West being seen being against the Uniformity of Islam and she struggles with being too anti-Muslim to the point that she risks allowing Islamophobia or allowing the cultural misogyny of Islam to guide her and restrict her. That is the internal conflict or religious conflict that Kamala somewhat addresses and part of it has to do with marriage or partnership.
But what makes Kamala heroic is her religion and what makes her strong is her drive to be free.
“Whoever kills one person, it is as if he has killed all of mankind and whoever saves one person, it is as if he has saved all of mankind.
-the Quran
This part sticks with me because while she is quoting a heroic purpose from her religion’s text, she is using patriarchic language so that that quote isn’t referring to who she is not does it apply to her exactly.
Kamala takes the good of her culture and applies it to a purpose to be a hero while somewhat resenting the implied patriarchal stances. This is why Ms. Marvel took off and became the quintessential Muslim Western Hero and Sooraya sadly didn’t. Kamala addresses the internal conflict that a teenaged Pakistani American would have.
I am going to assume that almost every Muslim American girl knows that exact line Kamala’s mom is saying or at least a variation of it.
“But this has nothing to do with her love interests”
It does. Because if her parents control and has the final approval who she is allowed to see, that man is more than likely going to perpetuate the same cultural traditions onto her.
Feminism is a big thing for Kamala so she respects a man that doesn’t overrule her like her father does his mother and her. Which is why Bruno not being a superhero and also being her sidekick is something that she respects and desires. She wants him to assist her and not much else at first when she gained her powers. Bruno becomes her confidant and also her conduit to being Ms. Marvel.
For the bulk of the first volume of Ms. Marvel, Kamala is oblivious to Bruno’s feelings towards her. In fact, Kamala sees him as part of her aesthetic of being a superhero: he is her sidekick. I suspect Wilson didn’t want to have a girl portray a stereotype that girls constantly think of boys.So she flips it on the genders. It is Bruno whose every interaction has to do with Kamala. He is the smitten boy while Kamala is doing her Shounen hero routine. And it is not that she is oblivious to romance. She is just having too much fun being a superhero.
“Down goes Frazier! Down goes Frazier!”
I know it sounds bad and Bruno is absolutely correct, fellas. There is no such as a friend zone and seeing anyone like that shows that you really don’t care for them.
Apologetic moralizing aside, Kamala just did not see Bruno as anything, but a friend.
So Kamala simply is unaware of Bruno’s feelings. And Nakia kind of reinforces how her family feels about Kamala’s future prospects.It is less about the person and more about about the status.
Enter Kamren
Kamren came with a bit of controversy. The idea is that Kamren was supposed to be a classic villain love interest. The implication was that Muslim men are controlling and white men are liberating.
Normally, Kamala’s father and her brother, Aamir, would be seen as protective if they were in any other culture, but being Muslim and arranged marriages are a well-known and often scrutinized practice in Islam, Willow who is a white Muslim woman, unintentionally opened another can of worms: Commentary on Muslim men being evil.
Look, I am not Muslim and I know the bullet points of Islam. Never read the Quaran, but I understand that the Quaran is supposed to be read in Arabic which given the ideas of the Haj and other Muslim traditions, the religion focuses on tradition and a fidelity to that tradition. Coupled with Western Cultural Imperialism, Ms. Marvel faces the problem of delving into some muddy political waters that in every other book,would just be a typical romance trope.
So I suspect Willow meant no harm because she has been a substantial Muslim feminist champion in a political climate in which that would be an oxymoron to a lot people(Not me, but again, I understand 3rd World Feminism ideals of not seeing feminism in the same lens as the west). You can’t escape the notion that depictions matter and having Bruno, white Italian, being seen as the chief romantic interest while depicting the Muslim one as evil and controlling is going to raise an eyebrow or two.
Kamren was set up as an inevitability cultural and the narrative during this arc was made for the reader to sympathize with Bruno.
Bruno is Emineming this shit and Aamir gives him the cold hard reality.
Up to this point, Kamren has been portrayed as an otherwise decent guy. His only flaw was that he wasn’t Bruno. So of course, the facade of him being the perfect Bollywood male lead begins to come down.
“There’s no reason for you to keep wasting your energy to protect people who don’t believe what you believe.”
That is not an obvious parallel that implies some sort of cultural insensitivity. He is talking about Inhumans, but the cultural parallel to other Islamist radical groups is intentional. So swap Inhumanity with Jihadist Islam, then Kamren’s character becomes even more unsettling.
He uses victim-blaming tactics on Kamala in that she chose to be part of this InHumanist movement the moment she enetered the car with him as if he didn’t zap her body unconscious after he revealed his true intentions. Kamren is a disgusting individual and of course Kamala whoops that ass, but I wanted to point out the unfortunate implications of this romance before I moved on.
Meanwhile Bruno gets an SOS from Kamala and tries to save her. He fails miserably, but at least he has this moment.
This cover encapsulates everything about Kamala’s and Bruno’s relationship in Ms. Marvel Volume One.
And just before the end of the world, Bruno finally spits it out.
So that’s it, right? They are just friends, right?
It’s a love story, you dumbasses. Read this like a teenaged romantic sitcom. This is just phase one.
So Volume 2 of Ms. Marvel kicks off and the world didn’t end. So you think after that awkward but somewhat romantic confession on the rooftop, Kamala and Bruno would hit it off, right?
Brno/s gay? He is with Mike now? Bruno just skyrocketed in popularity with Yaoi fangirls.
Oh, Mike’s a girl and her full name is Michaela Gutierrez ....AND SHE THICK
It’s over Kamala. You lose before you even knew that there was a game. Bruno took that no and went on and found Barbie Ferreira. Bruno figured out what a skinny girl can do that big girl can’t. Answer: Not a goddamn thing! Ahead of his time, really.
Nothing against Mike, she is delightful and honestly, I’m cool with it. Sure, she is destined for failure because she is in the way of the OTP, but goddammit, put both hands up for the big girls.
Kamala takes it personally and decides to give her not-boyfriend the cold shoulder.
Now, if you are a guy and you think Kamala is being a bit of a hypocrite, you are not thinking about this optically. Bruno confessed that he loved her on that rooftop. That is not some shit you just say capriciously especially to your best friend. It looks like on the surface that Bruno just happened to have a backup just in case Kamala said no thus making his confession not as genuine. If you are pursuing someone as much as Bruno was to the point that he confesses love to that person, you don’t have back-ups like that. It makes his confession seem less genuine.
And yes, Kamala is being jealous and she hates that Bruno unintentionally made a scenario to make her jealous. Because if she had known about Mike instead of being blindsided like she was, then maybe she could have managed that moment on the rooftop better, but it feels like to her that Bruno just gave up and it drives her crazy to see it rubbed in her face.
In defense of Bruno, there is no set time when you are expected to get over someone that rejected you after confessing something. And maybe 6 months is too soon for Kamala, but if she had a problem with him being with anyone and needing to be told, then maybe she isn’t being honest with herself.
Also, sidenote to all writers of superheroines: this dialogue about a sub-plot is what you miss out on if you refuse to approach romance.
Anyways, It sucks to realize that you love someone and possibly took them for granted when you see them with someone else.
Oh and now your best friend who confessed his love for you is now having safe sex with another woman(implied).
Yeah, I’d be a little miffed too.
Since Kamala and Bruno are on break, I’m going to touch and go on their situation because at this point, Kamala’s popularity afforded her several appearances and a lot boys from outside her comic book did a double take.In summary, Kamala’s milkshake brought all the boys to the yard.
First is Miles Morales.
Let me just say that Sara Pichelli draws a gorgeous Kamala Khan. I mean she just makes beautiful teenaged girls in general for some reason. The boys are always ordinary looking, but the girls are always trendy or fashionable or bombshells if not all three.
Anyways, Miles has a definite crush on Kamala, but unlike Sam who I will get to later, he is mostly lowkey about it when they interact. He is also a very supportive friend of hers and honestly her and Kamala are like Peter Parker and Johnny Storm.What is weird about it is that there is no on-page formal first meeting between the two. So we never see when or why Miles revealed his identity to Ms. Marvel. I guess there was a miscommunication between Bendis and Waid and Wilson.
There isn’t much on page thoughts from Kamala about Miles as she mostly kept the air living up to be a hero she admires the most, Carol Danvers. Again, Karol is the model of typical Marvel heroine. As far as I’ve read, Carol doesn’t really have much in the way of romance compared to Spider-man who as @traincat would say, is a Himbo(yes, I am going to keep plugging her so you guys can follow her because she is the only Peter Parker expert that I respect). So her and Miles relationship is professional friendship. There was a time when Bruno mentioned something that implied Kamala gushes about a Spider-man’s abs, but that could be just jealousy and it never states which Spider-man he was talking about. All in all, she is not interested in Miles and Miles is interested in her, but respects her too much to act on it. Until Miles confuses an Infinity Stone for a mood stone and spills the beans to her.
Kamala doesn’t return the gesture and it is seen as a way to lightly put Miles down which is okay because he handles it like a champ.
Next is Sam Alexander aka Nova.
He is a little less tactful than Miles about his attraction to Kamala since he immediately hits on her upon first meeting.
Kamala of course thinks he is a brash idiot who shows-off too much.
Sam is persistent in their first meeting, but keeps on hitting the wrong marks and saying the wrong things at inappropriate times.
Sam pretty much can’t take a hint and eventually catches Ms. Marvel in the middle of changing costumes.
*insert the sound of an airplane falling and crashing*
So Kamala and Sam don’t initially like each other as initially, Kamala thought she was being mean to Sam unintentionally and Sam thought he was being idiot. They are both right in their own way, but in the end, Sam sees Kamala as an uptight do-gooder personality and Kamala sees Sam as a reckless jerk. Which has a lot to do with their powersets because Sam is not really meant to be doing street level crime or protection.
And finally we have Dante Pertuz aka Inferno. Now this is one time where Kamala’s interested in a guy and not the other way around or at least it is implied by a third party.
Over the course of Secret Warriors, Kamala and Dante interact and while nothing is initially made out of it, Dante and Quake hook up and Kamala appears to be jealous and annoyed that Dante likes Quake mainly because Kamala does not like Daisy Johnson.
Now we could take Daisy’s word for it, but again, she is kind of a jaded jerk so take it with a pinch of salt. Kamala also denies it.
Ms. Kamala not only shoots down her own ships, but she also bombs other people’s, sheesh.
Now that is done, let’s get back to the main attraction.
Kamala and Bruno and now Mike pretty much go back and forth. Bruno makes kissey faces at Mike, and Mike returns them while Kamala dies a little inside. Bruno is pretty much that guy from the meme who is with his girlfriend, but he keeps looking at the girl they pass and Mike is not a moron and knows that she is pretty much the Cyrano and is conscious of this fact. It hurts because Mike is actually a cool character and her and Kamala become good friends in spite of having the same romantic attraction to Bruno. While Bruno did care for Mike, he could not help but be jealous of the men Kamala encounters as Ms. Marvel such as Spider-man(not sure which).
Point is that this entire comic is a delicious mess and should be read with the same intention as the audience of Dawson’s Creek.
Eventually, Kamala starts to realize that her idol has a huge authoritarian streak and implements her version of Hitler Youth to patrol Ms. Marvel’s turf. And I think this is a something we need to address in regards to Carol. Yes, she is good, but she is socially aware as a....white woman. No really, she does not stop to think as to why people of color would not be too for a system that arrests people because they are foreseen to commit a crime. It’s profiling or in this case assisting in racial profiling. I always found it weird that of all people, a Pakistani first generation born American would idolize her. But that had to do with Kamala’s own self-hatred than anything Carol was.It is like being a Mexican Trump Supporter.
Anyways, Kamala is reluctant, but she joins Carol’s little SS and starts putting people in detention camps. And people are pissed. People like Bruno are pissed.
So Bruno decided to break Josh, who was wrongfully detained on the suspicion of wanting to bomb a school. Kamala goes and tries to stop him from breaking in the detention center.
Well....
Shit.
This haunts Kamala. You see, Bruno and Kamala are close obviously, but for once, it was her ambivalence that nearly got him killed. She wants so desperately to be her own ideal hero that she completely neglected her own support system in pursuit of being accepted by Carol.People like to point to Kamala’s fandom in superheroes as a main characteristic, but neglect to mention that it was Bruno introducing her to the world superheroes that started it in the first place. It was Bruno who introduced her to Ms. Marvel.
Bruno becomes paralyzed on his left side.I haven’t mentioned this, but Bruno is an inventor. He creates things and he is also left handed. So his dream was in jeopardy because he was willing to help Kamala out with her dream. So Kamala feels guilty as fuck.
Bruno decides to take a trip to Wakanda and get some schooling. Thus making Bruno the first white boy to be legally allowed to learn in Wakanda.
I’m as surprised as you are. I mean Wakanda gives a scholarship to some white boy in New Jersey, but rejects Lunella Lafayette. Ain’t that some shit?
So just to recap on this drama, Kamala turned down Bruno in favor of superheroism. Bruno got with Mike. Kamala becomes jealous, but Mike is cool so can’t bring herself to hate her. Bruno is jealous that Kamala is hanging out with superhero studs like Spider-man. Mike is just tired of being overlooked for an apparently nice girl. Bruno is annoyed that Kamala is siding with Carol’s harebrained George Orwell fanfiction idea over her friends and decides to break everyone out. He gets injured in the process and leaves New Jersey, but not before lashing out at Kamala for not appreciating him.
A fucking teenaged love story, I tell you.
And the only person happy is the gay one. tsk...
So the two are basically apart at this point. Bruno is on a no-speaking terms with Kamala and Kamala is respecting that. This cover pretty much sums it up.
Kamala took Bruno for granted and Bruno resents Kamala for taking for granted. And of course, it did bomb his relationship with Mike because he is resenting a relationship with a girl that is not currently his girlfriend. But with Bruno in Wakanda getting reverse affirmative action, that means Ms. Marvel is taking a break from romance, right?
Kamala’s milkshake be bringing boys from across the ocean.
Okay, this is Red Dagger aka Kareem. Kamala first met Kareem when she visited her cousins in Pakistan with and without costume. Get your head out of the gutter, they met eachother while they were in civillian identity and superhero alias without connecting the two. Lareem eventually moved to New Jersey because he studied abroad from which Kamala quickly deduced that his identity.
So the two have a team-up from which Kamala feels uneeded so she runsaway and attends a private school without anyone, even her parents knowing(and people wonder why I felt that Wilson’s Ms. Marvel read like a Saturday Morning Cartoon). Eventually she comes out of it with absolutely no consequences for abandoning her superhero duty because she felt unneeeded and forcing her friends to fight crime in New Jersey in her stead. Whatever, Red Dagger feels bad for making Kamala feel unappreciated and...
This is nice.
That is right, Kamala, You get over your ex, by getting underneath another person. I mean, girl you bold. You went to your boy interest’s former place of employment and hangout spot, and made out on top of the roof. Extra thot points for making him watch another man’s tongue down your throat.
I’m kidding, but yeah, ackwarrrrrrd.
Of course, Bruno and Kamala talk about that situation and Kamala swears that it didn’t happen to spite him in spite of it happening on top of Circle Q. They eventually reconcile and get back on speaking terms and then...
Mike catches the pair holding hands. Actually not what it looks like. Kamala was helping Bruno up the stairs. So much drama.
Kamala freaks out because she thinks she is a two timing thot because she out here kissing men and thotting and shit. So she runs to her Masjid in hopes to get some spiritual help for her crisis.
So Kamala has a confessional with a third party and surprisingly, he subverts the entire stereotype of Muslim religious patriarch.
He tells her that he laments not teaching young Muslim people in his Masjid to not know how to properly be themselves and not know how to deal with their feeling. He also laments not teaching their parents to not give stern warnings in place of recalling what is like to feel like you are in love for the first time thus giving kids an echo chamber because they don’t feel safe to talk to their parents about this for fear of admonishment.
He tells Kamala to be true to herself unleash the inner thot....I’m kidding.
He tells her to be true to herself and be real with Bruno.
I think this is the most important scene in Ms. Marvel because too many times, media has used the Muslim patriarch as this oppressive tool to admonish Islam as a faith.Is it sexist? Yeah. I can’t lie about that shit, but ultimately it is up to those women who practice it to reform it and modern male muslims tend to be more open to feminism especially if it doesn’t come from white feminism brand that loves to target those cultures.
Anyways, back to the drama, Mike and Bruno break up. Kamala and Red Dagger end things amicably. And now it is a rat race to see how long it takes for Kamala and Bruno to finally hook up because why not? If you have been reading up to this point, you know what is about to happen so I’m going to get straight to the point.
Nadia Van Dyne aka Wasp
Gender: Female
Orientation: Not interested in boys in the very least, but girls who like science....that is a jam so...sapiosexual lesbian
Potential Love interests: Amber
So Nadia Van Dyne is the daughter of Hank Pym who took after the last of Hank Pym’s abused ex-wife, Janet Van Dyne.You should all read the first two volumes of Unstoppable Wasp because Nadia in general was a welcome, wholesome surprise for me. Regardless, I am not just here to gush about Nadia, but explore her love interests, but to be honest, she doesn’t have any so this will be pure speculation and subtext until otherwise stated.
So what is different about Nadia is her disinterest in all things of the opposite sex and her interest in all things about science. She was raised in an Assassin/Scientist school where Nadia was trained to be a super scientist assassin along with other young people. She is a genius, but Nadia developed a love for science. When she was freed from the Red Room, Nadia kept her love for science and sought to make sure all girls like herself could be allowed to express their love for science without a glass ceiling. So she wanted to recruit a science girl gang of sorts.
You could make an argument that Nadia is ace and I wouldn’t argue against you. However, as you can see, it is easy to write off character interactions as that when in actuality they are underdeveloped. I think Nadia is a sapiosexual lesbian because her attraction directly correlates with how intelligent a person the person is. And she hates overly intelligent scientific men like Peter Parker and somewhat resents her abusive father as they kept a glass ceiling in the intelligencia of academic science that chased women out. However, any woman with a compelling interest in science immediately piques her interest. And sure, we could say that this attitude is fostered due to her mission statement of uplifting women of science and girl geniuses in the place of attraction towards said girls, but sometimes we forget that no matter how wholesome Nadia is, she is still a teenager.
This Amber and I’d say that this was the first and only time Nadia exhibited an actual crush on somebody.And sure, Nadia’s innocence could be taken to mean that she was just being her normal bubbly self, I want to take note that she really didn’t ask about Amber’s scientific prowess. She complimented her looks first and then her tattoos and then she saw the Teleforce Tattoo.
But just like the others on this list, Amber could not just be a normal girl. Nope, she had to be a supervillain.
I am just pointing out a pattern. Boys need their love interests to be non-superpowered and not necessarily the physical equal. Girls have to have their romantic counterparts be just as physically capable as them.
Amber aka Seeker becomes a rival to Nadia until they realized that they aren’t necessarily enemies of each other as the real threat was an Ultron merged Hank Pym who wants to take over the world or whatever does Ultron want to do anymore. Who knows?
So Seeker and her AIM Anti-Ultron think tank joined Nadia’s GIRL. And we never knew what happened between her and Nadia.
Riri Williams aka Ironheart
Gender: Female
Orientation: ?
Love Interests: Xavier King, Viv Vision
Okay, Riri is a bit complicated because her story goes as this:
Girl goes to school.
Girl becomes bored with school.
Girl starts acting out because she is bored with school.
Girl gets tested and it is revealed that she is a super genius.
Parents of girl freak out because they realized that by boring her, they could have made the next super-villainess.
Girl is then handled with care to ensure that she is not alone all of the time thinking about her inventions and struggles to make human connections because she is smarter than everybody in her neighborhood.
Girl meets another girl who becomes her best friend.
Girl’s best friend and her super nice step dad die in a drive-bye shooting.
Girl decides to close herself off again and be stuck working on her inventions.
So it makes sense that Riri has problems making connections with people. Or Bendis didn’t really bother to give the girl a romantic interest so he hastily came up with one. Xavier King.
Xavier King didn’t get much characterization until Eve Ewing took over and he went from boy that Riri Williams might have fancied to being Riri Williams’ Ron Stoppable to her Kim Possible.
She is the hypercompetent woman and she is pretty much the silly sidekick. I can’t say that the two are dating or romantically inclined, but I can say that I love their friendship
Xavier doesn’t necessarily become a boyfriend. He has a better role: he is her best friend.
He makes her laugh and most importantly, she feel comfortable around him. Which leads us to someone who isn’t as warm....physically....or is she? What is the temperature of synthezoids?
When Riri joined the Champions, her communication skills continued to be sorely lacking. She kind of kept to herself and really only got along with Nadia, Amadeus, and Viv Vision. Just to be clear, she only got along with the geniuses as Miles was too friendly and somewhat got on her nerves. Kamala simply avoided Riri and gave her space and everyone else except for Miles apparently followed suit. Viv on the other hand doesn’t quite have a grasp on social cues yet.
And the two socially awkward girls connect. Riri and Viv get along quite well. The girls didn’t really advance their friendship until Riri did something monumentally stupid: she tried to take on Thanos.
So after that humiliating shitkicking, Riri pretty much developed PTSD and our favorite synthezoid decided to check on her teammate.
And Viv consoled Riri and the two decide to make Riri a new Iron Man armor.
The end result.
Girls don’t want flowers. They want cool power armor.
Viv and Riri sort of connect more with Viv letting her pet synthezoid hang our with Riri and Riri being the most open to her. And Viv read too much into this cordial relationship between her and Riri...and well...
now I’d like to point out that this isn’t because Riri doesn’t swing that way. On the contrary, it isn’t the gender that Riri had a problem with in regards to Viv. It is the invasion of space that turned Riri off. You have to ask Eve Ewing and Jim Zub, but Riri never explicitly stated that it was orientation incapability that turned her away from Viv. It was because Viv made her feel uncomfortable.
And Viv’s unawareness as to why exactly kissing Riri was distressing to Riri didn’t help.
And this is why Riri actively stayed away from Champions’ related activities for the majority of the run. Viv made her uncomfortable and Riri decided to keep her distancing while still reaching out to Kamala and Nadia.Later Riri was mind controlled by Blackheart who brewed those fears and emotions towards Viv and made those insecurities toxic and violent. So under his manipulation, Riri knocked out Viv and the rest of the Champions.
Riri went for the killing blow, but Viv 2.0(long story) rebooted and took over for the then comatose Viv.
THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING!
Viv rounds up the remaining Champions and Blackheart mind controls the Champions that Riri took out. There was a final battle and Viv eventually took control of her own body and finally confessed to Riri and apologized.
So after the battle between the Champions and Blackheart, Riri and Viv have a heart-to-heart.
So this is all for part 1 for now. It took forever. I may do some updates on characters because it is a growing and developing story for characters. But this is mainly for Marvel. I don’t know if I want to tread the minefield that is DC love interests because that shit is crazy. I also have been trying to figure out wht to do with inner team romances like X-Men, Inhumans, Avengers Academy, Runaways, and etc. So those Nico and Karolina fans, I am aware of y’all and I didn’t forget. It is just that this takes time. Be patient.
Thanks for reading and I hope you have a great day.
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three way call — part 8
Summary: Tommy Lee and Nikki Sixx find themselves in the frustrating predicament of being infatuated with the same woman. This calls for a competition.
Author’s note: This chapter was exhausting to say the least, and is also told mostly in flashbacks because linear storytelling got fuckin boring y’all. But be warned: this chapter is a spicy one. I hope y’all enjoy xx
Warnings: SMUT, alcohol consumption, drug use, language.
At noon the next day, Y/N was the first to wake up. She was covered by the familiar soft sheets of Nikki’s bed, surrounded by the smoky haze of his favorite incense, and the bassist’s chest was serving as her pillow, but there were a drummer’s arms around her waist and a lanky body pressed against her back. There wasn’t a stitch of clothing to be found on any of them. She noticed red lip prints on both Twins and a few love bite bruises and was sure she was covered in similar marks. Pairing that with the soreness between her legs, she had a good idea about what happened last night but couldn’t put it together. She kissed Nikki’s lips softly to wake him up, then turned over to do the same to Tommy. The two woke up, squinting against the soft light filtering through the blinds and getting their bearings for a minute before turning their attention to the girl between them and going to work kissing her face, neck, and shoulders.
“As much as I love this, do either of you remember last night?” She murmured.
“Not really, but I think we all know what happened,” Tommy grinned suggestively.
“It’s all hazy, baby, I don’t think I could fill you in on much,” Nikki shrugged.
“Well let’s go find someone who can, yeah? Where the fuck are my panties...” She mumbled, breaking from her place between the musicians to search for articles of clothing.
Eventually, she found the aforementioned undergarment and Nikki threw her a t-shirt to put on. Tommy and Nikki followed her out of the bedroom in their underwear to be greeted by Vince and Mick on the couch, the blonde immediately applauding them.
“Well, well, well, didn’t you three have a fun night,” Mick smirked.
“Uh— we think so, problem is we can’t remember any of it,” Tommy chuckled, making his way to the kitchen.
“Oh, allow me to fill you in...” Vince began.
Parties at the Mötley house were strictly BYOB, mostly because the boys didn’t have money to buy a ton of beer and bottles, so Nikki, Tommy, and Y/N showed up with their own large liquor bottles and 7-Eleven cups in tow. Y/N quickly started sipping on her 64 ounce Jack and coke that was more Jack than coke, knocked back any shot that was offered to her, taking hits of joints, and bumps of coke. The Twins did much of the same, except they drank their liquor straight and were snorting lines as long as the coffee table. Eventually some guy offered the three some cute little rainbow colored pills, promising them a wild trip. Already feeling pretty good from the drugs and alcohol, they gladly took the pills.
“What was that?” Tommy asked over the loud music.
“Ecstasy!” Said the guy, “Give it fifteen minutes.”
Y/N turned to the Twins and laughed. “I’ve never done ecstasy before, is it fun?”
Nikki smirked and nodded. “You’ll know it when you feel it, baby— and when you feel a little sick, don’t fight it and tell one of us so we can get you to a bathroom.”
“I’m gonna be sick?”
“You’ll definitely wanna throw up. You might, you might not. Better safe than sorry, y’know?” Tommy shrugged.
She couldn’t help but think to herself, when did the Twins ever say better safe than sorry? But Tommy told the truth; about twenty minutes later, she definitely wanted to throw up. She tugged on Nikki’s sleeve with pleading eyes and he guided her to the bathroom, where he had to kick out some couple that was about to fuck on the counter.
“You sure you’re gonna throw up?” Nikki asked after they’d been sitting in the bathroom for a few minutes.
“I dunno. I’m drunk and I think the X kicked in. You look really pretty right now,” She smiled, grabbing his hand to get off of the bathroom floor, “I’ll tell you what, though, that nausea was a bitch.”
“How are you feeling now?” The bassist asked with a knowing smile.
“Really good. Really, really good. God, have I told you how hot you are tonight?” She giggled, hanging on Nikki as they went to find Tommy.
Eventually they found him sitting with Mick and some other guys they’d often see at the Whisky, talking and laughing about something or another. The younger Twin’s face lit up when he saw Nikki and Y/N and abandoned his conversation to join them instead.
“Hey, babes, how are we feeling?” He asked, kissing both of their cheeks.
“Oh my god, Tommy! You’re fucking hot too! Is that what this drug does? Make everyone hot?” Y/N marveled, running a hand up his chest.
“Nah, sweetheart, it just makes you feel real good, in more ways than one,” Tommy replied, “But since everyone’s feeling light and loose, are you guys thinking what I’m thinking?” The drummer raised his eyebrows suggestively.
“... And that’s all I know. From there, you three spent the rest of the night alone,” Vince said the last bit in a sing-song voice.
Nikki nodded. “Okay, yeah, I can probably fill us in on the rest. So we went to bed and I started—“
“NIKKI!” Y/N cut him off, “I’d rather not have our sex lives be... public.”
“We’re not public. Let’s hear it,” Mick urged.
“Nah, old man, we’re good. Come on, babes, let’s tell this story in bed,” Tommy laughed, handing his lovers mugs of coffee prepared to their individual specifications.
The three returned to their smoky boudoir, draping themselves over the bed to sip their coffee. Nikki grabbed himself and Tommy a cigarette from the bedside table and both took a long pull before the bassist began again.
“Anyway, as I was saying...”
The three stumbled into Nikki’s bedroom, feeling fantastic. The older Twin swept Y/N onto the bed, kissing her deeply as the younger Twin kneeled beside the bed and spread her legs, pressing soft kisses to the inside of her thighs. She was in a state of— for lack of a better word— ecstasy. Everything was beautiful; the world she was in, the sensations she was feeling, and the men she was in bed with. She felt like she could be kissed all over by Nikki and Tommy for the rest of her life and that would be just fine. Lost in her thoughts, she hadn’t noticed that Tommy has worked her dress up around her waist and had moved his lips to her pelvis and Nikki had moved a hand to her chest, feeling her up like it was his job.
“Nikki, take my dress off?” She asked, sitting up and presenting the silver zipper that ran down her spine.
He slowly unzipped the dress, placing a kiss on each inch of flesh exposed by the zipper. He took the liberty of undoing her bra as well and lifting both pieces of clothing off of her. Tommy, on the other hand, had gotten her panties off and seemed to be waiting for the green light. The Twins’ eyes met for a brief moment and they wore matching devilish smirks. Oh, fuck, Y/N thought— that look was never a good thing. Before her body could react, the twin devils descended upon her; Nikki upon her breasts and Tommy upon her core. The drummer pulled away only after his lover had reached her climax.
“God, how do you taste even better tonight?” He groaned.
“Don’t be greedy, I want a taste,” Nikki whined.
“Then come get it,” The younger Twin smirked, pulling the bassist in for a long kiss of the French variety.
“Holy shit,” Y/N sighed in wonder.
Watching the Twins work was truly poetry in motion; they moved together fluidly like currents in the ocean. Rehearsed and refined, like a craft they’d mastered. Nikki placed a few pecks along the drummer’s shoulder before turning his dark gaze back to Y/N.
“Now, what to do with you?” The bassist smirked, “Who should take this gorgeous cunt and who should take your pretty mouth?”
She hummed contemplatively, glancing between the two. “Well, Sixx, I don’t believe you’ve fucked me. Would you like to?”
“Am I supposed to say no?” He chuckled, “Well then, T-Bone, that means you get her mouth. Suck him good, ‘kay, beautiful?”
She bit her lip and nodded, pulling him in for a soft kiss and giving Tommy the same treatment. The Twins undressed as quickly as they could— you can only peel off skin tight leather pants so fast— and returned to their lady love on the bed. The drummer so lovingly positioned her properly and gave his partner in crime the nod to proceed.
“You ready, angel?” Nikki asked, placing a hand on her thigh.
“Born ready, babe,” She conformed.
Tommy watched his lovers as Nikki entered Y/N, taking in her moans and smirking at the blissed-out look on the older Twin’s face, confirming what he knew to be true— she felt good enough to take a beating for any day. He allowed the bassist to get a good rhythm before he decided it was time to get his. Y/N looked up at Tommy with an angelic look in her eyes, despite the heavy air of sin in the room.
She knew, in that moment, that certain things bonded a trio together for the foreseeable future, and that making love while high off their asses on X, coke, weed, and god knows what else was one of those things.
Y/N‘s cheeks were aflame as Nikki finished the tale, her cup on the nightstand, the coffee in it long finished. Tommy wore a grin and Nikki had stars in his eyes as the story came to a close.
“So...” The younger Twin began, “Wanna do it again?”
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Love and Leather /part twenty sixx/
Word Count: 6.1k
A/N: okay super long, also in third person but I swear it’s good, there’s a surprise at the end ;)
Warnings: dirty, disgusting smut, booze, drugs,
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The door was held open by a bouncer as Vanity and everyone walked into the pub. The lights gleamed a deep red that covered every square inch of the facility. The sound of pool balls clacking against one another echoed through the air. Booths and tables were placed around the bar, followed by the bar itself straight ahead.
Vanity was unimpressed with the bar, it reminded her too much of home. “This is where you wanted to go?” She asked Tommy who was walking besides her, “Fuck Yeah! Everyone keeps saying we have to come here.” Tommy was energetic as he pulled her away from Ryan, “I have some blow for you.” He whispered into her ear as A-ha’s “Take on Me” played through the speakers.
She politely declined, “No thanks. I need to stay somewhat coherent, he’s never seen me drunk.” Vanity explained, “Alright so Zombie dust it is.” Tommy replied, making her laugh, “No Tommy!” She said while grabbing Ryan’s hand.
“Buy me a beer?” She asked, batting her eyes at her honey blonde haired boyfriend. “Of course, babe.” She smiled and gave him a kiss on the lips.
Nikki on the other hand, watched as they kissed as he was trying to control every fiber in his being not to rip him off of her. ‘This dude is doing it on fucking purpose, I just know it’
“Baby, I need some junk.” Nikki looked down at his girlfriend Josie, “I don’t have any.” He replied, she knew that he was trying to stay away from it after the incident that occurred the other night. “C’mon Nik, have some fun. I bet we could find some here.” Josie purred, trailing her French tip nails down the skin that was exposed under his half buttoned shirt. “Let’s just do some coke.” He tried giving her a choice, but she pouted, “Give me money and I’ll go find it my fucking self.” She snapped at him, Nikki sighed digging into his leather pockets and giving her a hundred dollar bill. “Thanks baby, I’ll be back.” She immediately snatched the crumpled up money out of his hand, disappearing into the crowd.
“You look like shit.” Nikki perked up, turning around to see Vanity standing behind him. He could tell she was trying to force the smile that was formed across her glossy lips, her glossy kissable lips.
“Just tired, all this touring is catching up to me.” Nikki gave her an excuse, chuckling nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh? So it has nothing to do with your overdose?” She raised an eye brow as she glared at him. “I’m alright, okay? I’m fine. It was just a stupid freak accident.” Nikki rolled his eyes, “Nikki you almost died.” He rolled his eyes again. It was the same thing his band mates, his manager, and his record label have been telling him.
“Just makes me more Metal, doll.” He smirked as Vanity let out a scoff. Nikki kept his gaze on her as a small smile started forming on his lips. He had missed her, missed her more then he would like to admit. “What?” She questioned, taking notice in how he was looking at her.
Nikki inched closer to her short frame, “I’ve missed you, Van.” Nikki confessed, letting his fingers brush against her hand. Vanity let out a huff of air as she put some distance between them, “I’m glad you’re okay.” Was all she said, running her fingers through her hair.
Nikki inched closer again, they’re bodies almost touching, as he looked down at her short frame. “I’m sorry that things are always rough with us, I wish I could treat you better.” Nikki spoke softly, gently running his finger tips down her shoulder.
“Here’s your beer, babe.” Ryan butted in, Vanity finally being able to breathe a breath of fresh air. “Thanks.” She said, grabbing the glass of gold liquid and beginning to chug it hoping it would get rid of her nerves. Maybe she needed to find Tommy next...
“Hey man.” Vanity looked up at Ryan as he finally acknowledged Nikki, extending his hand out to the raven haired bassist. Nikki gave him a smug look, Vanity noticing it as she cleared her throat, signaling Nikki to shake it.
“Hey.” Nikki responded, firmly grabbing his hand and shaking it.
‘Whose dick is bigger competition happening over here.’ Vanity amused herself with her own thoughts.
“No beer for you?” Nikki questioned, “Ryan doesn’t drink a whole lot.” Vanity spoke up for him, “oh common man, do you know who you’re dating? This girl always needs a drink in her hand, isn’t that right Van?” Nikki playfully, but also gently nudged Vanity’s shoulder.
“Mmm, right.” She said, chugging more of her beer, “Just not a fan of it.” Ryan responded. “Well that’s gonna change, let’s have a whiskey and talk about our Uh...common interests.” Nikki spoke, his eyes quickly darting to Vanity who in all honestly, was about to freak out.
“I’m going to find Tommy.” She blurted out, finishing the last of her beer, handing the glass to Ryan. Vanity gave Ryan a kiss on the cheek, quickly turning her attention to Nikki.
She motioned for him to come closer, tilting his head down to her height, “You better be fucking nice, or I swear to god, Sixx.” She warned him. Nikki gave her a heartwarming smile, before making an ‘X’ across his heart. “Enjoy that blow, doll.” Nikki whispered back to her, a low chuckle coming from his chest, making Vanity roll her eyes as Nikki already knew what she was about to go do.
“Him and I, were just gonna get to know each other a little bit better. Bartender! Get me some Jack!” Nikki ordered, shooing Vanity away, as she left to go find her favorite drummer.
A bartender quickly brought a tray with two glasses and a bottle of Jack Daniels, “Thanks babe.” Nikki said, grabbing the bottle off the tray, replacing it with a twenty dollar bill. “You can go now.” He snapped at the confused bartender, while he gave her a stiff smack on the ass, making her scoff as she walked away.
“Common, sit down.” Nikki coaxed him, as they both sat down at a booth, Ryan a tad more hesitant then Nikki would ever be. Nikki took a giant swing of the liquor and then passed the bottle to him, “Go on, take a sip.” Nikki pestered him as Ryan grabbed the bottle by the neck. He choked down a sip, grimacing and shaking his head as he handed it back to him.
“So how did that happen?” Nikki questioned, pointing to Vanity who was across the bar talking to Tommy. “Went on a date, I took her out to dinner then we went stargazing by the Hollywood sign.” Ryan said, proudly of himself. Nikki’s insides curled, ‘what a fucking cheeseball, how fucking original.’ Nikki had to suppress his eye roll.
“And then I just asked her to be my girlfriend, and she is actually out of my league so I don’t know why she said yes.” Ryan blabbed on as he took another swing of the whiskey.
“When did you fuck her for the first time?” Nikki questioned, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched Ryan stutter before taking another sip of of Jack.
“I’m just playing with you, man!” Nikki laughed, pounding his fist onto the wobbly table, “If you really want to know, it was on the third date and I bent her over the hood of my truck.” Ryan explained, a smirk on his face as he watched Nikki’s expression changed, “Yeah man, she was in this tight little red dress that barely covered her ass.” Nikkis laughter quickly turned to anger the more he pictured Ryan touching her body, he just wanted to reach across and bash his face into the table.
“And she’s a tease, I’m sure you know” Ryan let out a laugh, “Yeah.” Nikki agreed with him, “And so I bent her over the hood my truck and fucked her brains out, never had a girl with such a tight pussy.” Ryan laughed at himself, shaking his head.
“It’s not about sex with her, she makes me a better person. She helps me with school, cause I’m going to college still and when I’m having a problem she helps.” Ryan looked over to her, a smile on his face as Nikki followed his gaze.
“She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, I make sure to tell her she’s beautiful, and she’s perfect every single day. It’s the little shit ya know? So I’m always getting her flowers and fixing stuff around her house.”
How could nikki even hate this guy? He was perfect, he does everything for a woman that a man is suppose to do. Ryan took another swig of the alcohol as he felt himself starting to warm up.
“Between you and me...I think I might love her.” Ryan spoke, as Nikki’s skin crawl. I need to leave, I need to leave, that’s all that was repeating through Nikki’s head, ‘I hope Josie comes back soon.’
“Have...have you told her?” Nikki choked out, trying to clear the lump that was in the back of his throat. He took the bottle from Ryan’s hand and took a massive gulp, feeling it burn all the way down to a bottomless pit.
“Nah, it would scare her away...she’s very cautious with this stuff between all that’s happened with Julian, and even you.” Ryan pointed out, “Me? I’ve never fucking done anything to her like that fucker did.” Nikki spat his anger out, only getting more pissed off as Ryan laughed at him.
“I’ll let you in on a secret.” Ryan paused, taking the bottle back and pressing it against his lips, “She was in love with you for a bit, Nikki. It was difficult to get it out of her.. Only if you would’ve treated her right, man. She loved you.” Ryan smirked, with an eyebrow raise as he watched Nikki wrap his arms around himself like a scared little boy.
“She never said anything....” Nikki asked, mainly for himself, “Cause dude! You’re a fucking asshole! You really thought fucking her good would keep her around? Common man, you get a lot of chicks you should know how they work, they always want more.” Nikki was conflicted, but in reality if she told him how he felt, would his actions of been different?
“Babe!” Nikki looked up, seeing Josie strut up to him, “Come with me!” She said cheerfully, sticking out her hand, but Nikki didn’t move. “Common Sixx!” She grabbed his hand, pulling him up with all her force, “I scored some junk and a few rigs.” She whispered into his ear, “Be right back, Ryan.” Nikki told him as he followed Josie to the bathroom.
“Ryan!” Vanity cheerfully spoke his name as she waltzed up to him, “Hey beautiful, you having fun?” He asked her, she nodded as she sat on his lap, wrapping an arm around his broad shoulders,
“So much fucking fun! Tommy and I just railed some lines back to back to back...to back.” Vanity said with a giggle as she ran her hand over his short hair. “Is Nikki being nice to you?” Vanity asked, worrisome as she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, “He can be mean sometimes , without even realizing it.” Vanity trailed off, letting out a soft sigh.
“He’s fine, baby alright? Don’t worry.” Ryan reassured her, his hand running across her thigh. “Dudes!!!” They both turned their heads to look at Tommy, who was skillfully holding three glass cups of beer, “Chugging contest! You, me and Ryan!” Tommy replied, “I’m down.” Ryan said, getting a surprised glance from Vanity. “Okay, T-bone.” Vanity said with a smile, removing herself from her lap.
“Winner gets a hundred.” Tommy said, throwing a bill on the table. “You ever gonna learn?” Vanity said, sending a teasing look Tommy’s way. “Tonight’s the night girl, I feel it, you’re gonna get your ass handed to you.” Tommy joked, sticking out his tongue like a little brat.
They all took a cup, “Ready, set...go!” They all quickly began to chug it. Tommy playfully poked Vanity in the side, knowing it would make her squirm, his plan worked as she started coughing and had to stop, “No fair, jackass!” She yelled, tipping Tommy’s cup at a higher angle which made the booze go up his nose.
“Ha! Guess I win!” Ryan slurred his words, as he grabbed the money off the table, “I’m not getting beat by this pretty boy.” Tommy rolled his eyes, as a bartender walked by with beers on a tray, “Thank you!” Tommy said, snatching them away knowing they weren’t for him.
“Looser does a line of coke.” Vanitys eyes widened as Tommy changed the rules, “Alright drummer boy, you’re on.” Ryan said, “Baby, no.” Vanity said, trying to take the beer away from Ryan, “Baby, yes.” Ryan retorted as he put the cup of beer high above her reach.
Vanity watched them but begin to chug, but Tommy was finished his beer in just three large gulps. Tommy let out a laugh as Ryan coughed, “Let’s go pretty boy!” Tommy teased him as he evened a line of cocaine out for him on the table.
Ryan gave me worried eyes, “Bets a bet babe. Coke is fun. Just hold your nostril and snort it.” Vanity had a huge smile on her face, “I’ll take care of you if you go into a coke psychosis.” Vanity joked, but affectionately rubbed his arm.
Tommy and Vanity giggled as they watched Ryan snort up the line slowly, almost choking as he finished it, “Ah, fuck!” He yelled as he tried rubbing the irritation out of his nose, “fuck yeah dude!” Tommy shouted with a grin on his face as he playfully shoved Ryan’s shoulder.
“Let’s get more drinks.” Ryan suggested, “I’ll buy.” Ryan turned around as Nikki walked up to the three as he had his arm wrapped around Josie, “I want a beer Nikki.” Vanity told him, “I already know what you want, Princess.” She smiled at his name of endearment, “I’ll get it beautiful, Budweiser right?” Ryan stepped up to the task as Nikki laughed, “Wrong!” Nikki yelled out, “Common dude, you don’t even know her favorite beer, what kind of boyfriend are you?” Nikki continued to laugh as Ryan was starting to get annoyed
“Budweiser is fine, Nikki is just being a smart ass.” Vanity reassured Ryan, “You always say it’s piss water and you don’t know how I can stand the taste of it.” Nikki reminded her, “Can you shut up?” Vanity snapped at him, an arrogant smirk on his face.
“Don’t talk to him like that.” Josie jumped down her throat, immediately getting a glare from Vanity, “You can shut up too.”
“Easy.” Ryan whispered, standing in front of Vanity as he placed his hands on her hips and backed her up.
“How about you shut the fuck up and stop bitching?” Josie retorted, “You’re lucky you are even here.” She added on, Vanity put her hand on Ryan’s chest signaling him to step to the side.
“And what the hell is that suppose to mean?” Vanity questioned as she stepped a little closer to Josie, “Sounds like a threat to me.” Nikki quickly got between them, “Alright ladies, let’s just relax okay? We’ll get some drinks and have some fun.”
“It means you shouldn’t even fucking be here. Yet here you are, sniffing their drugs and using them.” Vanity let out a laugh, “Me using them? I literally just watched you take Nikki’s money to go find drugs!” Vanity was dumbfounded at her comments,
“Got your self a drug habit and a junkie girlfriend huh, Sixx?�� Vanity spewed her anger out while she scowled at Nikki, but a quick shove to the shoulder from Josie took her off guard.
“You don’t fucking know anything!” Josie yelled, “God I guess everything he’s said about you is true! You are a spoiled, selfish bratty bitch!” Vanitys eyebrow raised as she looked at him, “Oh really? What else did he tell you?” Vanity asked rather condescendingly,
“That you could never shut the fuck up either which honestly I agree with.” Vanity smirked, “Babe, let’s just go.” Ryan said grabbing her hand and trying to pull her away, “And that maybe he understood why Julian would knock you around.”
Nikki’s eyes quickly darted to hers, “I never fucking said that!” Nikki yelled at Josie, “Van, I never fucking said that!” Nikki quickly turning his attention to his favorite brunette. Vanity exhaled deeply as she looked away from him and to Ryan.
“I’m going to get my own fucking beer.” She told them, walking away to the bar, but Nikki followed her. Ryan tried stopping him but Tommy grabbed his arm, “They’re Fine, just let them talk.” Ryan quickly shook his head, “No, he’s gonna try something, I don’t fucking trust that asshole.” Ryan snapped as he pulled away from Tommy’s grip, “Yeah but I do, and they need to talk it out, there’s a lot of shit between them, have a drink.” Tommy said, putting a glass of whiskey in his hand, as Ryan quickly chugged it down not breaking his gaze from Vanity and Nikki.
“Doll, I never fucking said that, maybe I did call you a bitch but I never said that about Julian.” Nikki pleaded as he stood on the side of Vanity, as she was sitting on the barstool, “Corona, draft please.” Vanity spoke to the bartender as Nikki was in her ear, “Thanks.” She said sliding a five across the counter,.
“Van, please? Just talk to me.” Nikki spoke softly as he watched Vanity take a gulp of the beer, “I heard you the first time, Nikki.” She said as she dug into her purse and pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
“You need to muzzle that.” Vanity said, referring to his girlfriend, “She gets mouthy sometimes, but she’s actually nice.” Vanity sighed, “I really don’t care, Nikki.” She scoffed, “I came here because you almost died and you couldn’t care less.” She shook her head as she took another sip and drag.
“Well you didn’t have to, no one forced you too.” Nikki said, shrugging his shoulders, “God! What is the matter with you!” She shouted, finally meeting his gaze, “Are you that fucked up in the head that you can’t process when someone cares about you?” She continued on, “Is that why you treat me like shit all the time?”
Nikki cleared his throat, “I’m sorry you had to fly all the way out here to make sure I was alright.” Nikki said, thinking of a quick apology to simmer her down, but she rolled her eyes, “I don’t want a fucking apology that you don’t mean.” She snapped at him. “Cause you’re just gonna do it again.” She mumbled, but he still heard her.
“Well, what do you want me to say Vanity!!” He shouted in frustration, “I don’t know! Maybe say sorry for your actions, say sorry for the day at the studio when you told me to go away, maybe say fucking sorry for always leaving me!!” She berated him, “And maybe when you do finally grow a pair of balls and apologize, actually fucking mean it for once.” Nikki glared at her, surprised that she was finally putting him in his place, “And on top of that, stop sticking fucking needles in your arm, it makes you less hot.” She chugged the rest of her beer and then ordered another.
“So...you think I’m hot?” Nikki asked with a smirk on his face, “Don’t fucking push it.” She warned, pointing a finger in his face, Nikki laughed as he finally sat down next to her.
“I’m sorry for the day the studio, I was just angry that Julian showed up with Vince, even more angry that Vince opened his stupid mouth and was talking out of his ass, you aren’t just something I keep on the side for fun, Vanity.” Nikki told her, his hand grazing against her thigh as he referred back to what Vince had said that day.
She rolled her eyes, “Yes I am.” Nikki groaned, putting his hand under her chin to make her look at him, “No you’re fucking not, so don’t ever say that again, you got it?” His voice bellowed as Vanity nodded “other than the boys you are the most important person I’ve ever had in my life.” Vanity noticed the glimmer of hope in Nikki’s eyes, “What about her?” Vanity whispered, nodding in the direction of Josie. Nikki pulled the barstool Vanity was sitting on closer to him as his hands rested on the side of her hips.
“Now she’s just something I keep on the side for fun.” Nikki said, lowering his head by her ear, his teeth grazing across it. Vanity shivered, then quickly got off the barstool, “I have a boyfriend.” She reminded him as she tried calming herself down, and taking a huge swig of beer.
“Common Van, you’re telling me you like that pompous little kid, how old is he like twelve?” Vanity rolled her eyes. “Is he even old enough to be here legally?” Nikki continued to tease, “He’s twenty two actually.” Nikki rolled his eyes, “He’s basically a fucking child, you need a man.” Vanity scoffed at his comments.
“How do you know what I need? He makes me happy and that’s what matters.” Vanity explained as Nikki pretended to gag, “Bullshit.” He said, taking the beer from her hand and sipping it.
“Mentally you’re like eighteen so you have no room to talk.” Vanity joked, “Am not.” “Are too.” Nikki laughed, “More of a man then he is, bet I fuck you better too.” Vanity choked on her drink when he said that, “I’ll take that as a yes.” Nikki responded to her actions as she shook her head, “He’s better, Nik.” Vanity replied, a teasing smirk on her lips as Nikki laughed,
“Cool, let me watch sometime since he’s apparently better.” Vanity grunted in disgust, “and shit, if he fucks how drinks, well I’m sorry...” Nikki said, “Hey man what’s up!” Nikki yelled, making vanity turn around as Ryan stumbled into her,
“I think..” Ryan hiccuped as Vanity tried hold him up, “I think I’m gonna he sick.” Ryan slurred his words, before throwing up all the booze that was in his system on the wooden floors of the pub causing both Vanity and Nikki to take a step back.
Nikki immediately started cracking up, “Guess it’s sloppy huh, Van.” He said, trying to catch his breath, “Fuck off.” Vanity said, as she made Ryan sit down, “I’m sorry.” He said, vanity sighed as she ordered a water and handed it to him, “Let’s get you back to the hotel.” She said grabbing his hand, “Oh common! He can get there by himself! Stay with us Van.” Nikki said.
“Fuck you, she isn’t staying.” Ryan slurred, standing up and shoving Nikki, “Dude, don’t fucking touch me.” Nikki growled, “What are you gonna do about it.” Ryan shoved him again, until Vanity shoved him, “Knock it off, we are leaving.” She said sternly, wrapping her arm around his waist and trying to get him to walk, but he couldn’t stand up straight.
“Help me, please?” Vanity sweetly asked Nikki, he groaned and then complied as he threw Ryan’s arm over his shoulder and they walked him out of the pub and to the limo.
*Back at the hotel*
“Fuck you, Nikki.” Ryan wouldn’t stop pushing his buttons, “Okay man, whatever you say.” Nikki rolled his eyes as they dragged him down the hallway.
“Nah seriously, fuck you you fucking asshole. I can’t stand you.” Ryan berated, “Babe please stop.” Vanity begged him, “Nah Van, fuck this guy, you shouldn’t be talking to him.” Vanity rolled her eyes as she unlocked the hotel door. They walked in and took him too the bed. Vanity threw the blanket on him, “Goodnight you fucking lightweight.” Nikki laughed, “Fuck....you!!” Ryan yelled as he tried sitting up but Vanity pushed him down, “Go to bed.” She snapped at him as she pushed Nikki to the door.
“Tell Tommy I’m gonna fucking kill him when I see him.” Vanity said as she closed the door and standing in the hallway with Nikki.
“Oh what the fuck ever, should teach your boy how to handle his fucking alcohol.” Vanity rolled her eyes, “Maybe Tommy shouldn’t of fucking pressured him into drinking and doing coke, control your fucking band that’s how people end up dead or in jail.” She snapped, as her words threw a stake through him.
“Fuck you, Vanity.” Nikki said, walking towards her, making her back hit the door. He took one more step towards her, wrapping his hand around the back of her neck.
Nikki’s lips roughly pressed against hers as he pinned her against the hotel door, “Fuck you.” She groaned into his lips as she tried to put up a weak protest. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m gonna fucking do.” Nikki growled at her as he picked her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you.” Nikki warned as he placed wet kisses against the column over her neck.
Her hands wrapped themselves up in his hair, harshly pulling on it, “Were not fucking doing this, I have a boyfriend.” She said, pulling his face away from her skin, making him look at her.
“Fine.” Nikki dropped her making Vanity stumble to her feet, “You’re such an asshole.” She said, grabbing him by the collar of his leather jacket, pulling him back to her and giving him a needy kiss as her hand reached for the door knob.
Nikki guided her to the bathroom of the hotel room, not breaking the kiss for one single second. He picked her up, placing her on the counter as he stepped in between her legs.
His hands trailed down to her thighs as he pushed her skirt farther up her hips, “No panties?” He smirked as he felt how wet she was for him already. “Ryan doesn’t like it when I wear them.” Vanity teased him knowing Nikki wouldn’t take kindly to that. And right now, she didn’t want Nikki to be kind.
Nikki’s hand immediately wrapped itself around her throat, squeezing the sides as he rested his forehead against hers, “Look at me.” Nikki demanded, Vanitys eyes opened and biting her bottom lip as she looked at him.
“I’m gonna remind you who in the hell you fucking belong too.” Vanity let out a whimper as Nikki’s free hand rubbed against her clit. His strong hand released his grip from around her throat as he kneeled down on the tile, grabbing her hips and pull them closer to his face.
Nikki grabbed the stockings she was wearing and ripped them at the crotch, making Vanity gasp and shove his shoulder, “I fucking like these you dick.” She whisper-yelled as she remembered Ryan was just right outside the door sleeping in their bed.
Nikki ignored her as his tongue lapped against her clit, swirling around it before taking the sensitive nub into his mouth and gently sucking on it. Her nails raked through his hair, but he quickly grabbed her hands and held them at her side.
“Oh, Nikki.” She moaned his name quietly as she tilted her head back in pure bliss. It’s been too long since she felt the way Nikkis tongue made her feel, “You’re gonna make me cum.” She breathed out, her hips beginning to rock into his face. Nikki stopped eating her out, receiving a groan just to be muffled by a kiss. Nikki quickly slipped two fingers inside of her, and immediately started to pump them into her and not giving her any mercy.
Vanity gasped, making her lips part as Nikki stuck his tongue down her mouth, “Fuck..” vanity moaned, breaking the kiss and looking down at what Nikki was doing to her. His fingers curling inside of her as he hit her g-spot every time, “Nikki!” She shouted, but he quickly wrapped his hand around her mouth, “You gotta be quiet.” Nikki said with a chuckle as Vanity looked him in the eyes and nodding.
Nikki smiled to himself as he watched Vanity fall apart right in front of him. His thumb brushed a crossed her clit watching as her eyes fluttered into the back of her head. “I’m gonna cum.” She whispered to him as she felt the pit in her stomach form, “No you’re not.” Nikki said as he pulled his fingers out of her.
Vanity watched in horror as he denied her release, “Nikki...” She whined, also watching him unbuckle his belt and fumble with the button and zipper of his jeans.
“Get on your knees and suck my fucking cock.” Nikki ordered, but Vanity didn’t budge as she was still pouting. “Vanity, you don’t want me to tell you again.” The bass of his voice getting low which just turned her on more, and she was willing to push that button. Vanity smirked, cocking her head to the side as she rose an eyebrow.
Nikki smiled at her, a smile that she knew was fake as Nikki wrapped his hand into her hair and forced her down to her knees, “Now, I’m gonna fuck that pretty little mouth of yours until you cry.” Vanity could of came right there from the words that escaped his lips.
Nikki pulled her hair harder, making her lips part as Nikki slipped his hard member into her mouth and making it hit the back of her throat. “Try fucking saying some smart shit now, princess.” Nikki groaned as he saw tears forming in her eyes he finally let go of her hair and allowed her to catch her breath. Vanity took a sharp inhale before she started sucking his cock again, bobbing her head up and down his long shaft.
“God, such a good fucking girl.” Nikki moaned quietly as he rested his hand on the back of her head making her take more of him. The sounds of his girl choking on his cock was enough to make him cum.
“I bet you don’t suck that little bitch boys cock like this, huh?” Nikki smirked, proud of himself as her mascara was running down her face. Nikki’s comments resulted in Vanity slapping the side of his thigh, “I’d watch those hands of yours before I tie them behind your back.” Vanity looked up at him, slowly taking her hands away and placing them on her knees, she knew that wasn’t an empty threat, for Christ sake he once handcuffed her to his bed frame and had his way with her.
Nikki reached for her hand, grabbing it to pull her up to her feet, swiftly he picked her up and sat her on the counter again. Without any warning Nikki slipped his rock hard cock inside of her, Vanity instantly covering her hand with her mouth to muffle her moans.
Nikki’s hips feverishly slammed into hers, sending Vanity into a moment of bliss as he made her take all of him. Nikki’s hands found themselves wrapped around her frame as he held her close to his body, “So fucking tight for me.” He groaned into her ear, “All mine.” His fingers wrapped into her hair, tilting her head back as he placed wet kisses on the exposed skin of her neck. “I’ve missed you.” Vanity moaned as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, “Missed me or missed my cock buried into you?” He grumbled, “You. Getting fucked is just a bonus.” She breathed out, burying her head into his shoulder as he pounded into her.
Vanity wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to get him as close to her as he could be, “Nikki.” She whimpered, her nails scratching into his back and leaving her mark, “Bet he cant fuck you like I can, no guy can make you feel how I feel.” Nikki said through gritted teeth as he felt her tighten around his hard length, “That’s right, I want you to cum around my cock, let me know how good I make you feel.” He harshly choked out as his lips trailed down her chest, making her back arch against him as he gently bit one of her hardened peaks
“Nik-“ She shouted but he quickly put his hand back over her mouth to keep Vanity quiet as he felt her release around his hard cock, and noticing how her eyes fluttered into the back of her head.
Nikki’s thrusts didn’t subside for one second as he watched her orgasm play out in front of him. Vanity pushed his hand away from her mouth only to wrap her arms around him and pull him close. Nikki’s low groans in her ear as he held her tighter to him leaving no space in between them. “Fuck, I’m close.” Nikki moaned in her ear, laying his forehead on her shoulder, “Vanity.” Nikki moaned her name, a smirk forming across her face as she kissed the side of his neck, her finger tips gently rubbing up and down his back making her feel the shivers she was causing him.
Nikki’s hips feverishly collided with hers as the sound of skin smacking against each other echoed through the bathroom. Nikki’s groans in her ear becoming more prominent, “God, your pussy feels fucking amazing.” The feeling of Nikki fucking her with no protection drove her wild, it was like nothing she’s ever felt before. “You better pull out.” Vanity said through broken moans, only causing Nikki to laugh.
His hand went between her legs once more, quickly rubbing small circles around her overly sensitive trying to push her over the edge again. “Still my girl, right?” Nikki grunted, feeling the way she was tightening around him, “Yes, god Nikki yes.” She moaned as the feeling of her release was coming.
“Sixx...” She whined, trying to reach for his hand as he was causing to much stimulation, but he smacked her hand away before he continued.
Vanity held her breath and closed her eyes as she felt herself cum around him, “Fuck, Nikki.” She moaned, as he wouldn’t stop massaging her clit, “Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck...come here.” Nikki said, quickly pulling out and clutching his cock.
Vanity dropped down to her knees before taking his throbbing member into her mouth, “Ah fuck, I’m gonna-“ Nikki stuttered as his fingers entangled themselves into her hair as he felt himself release into her mouth. Nikki cursed under his breath as Vanity took every last drop and swallowing it, “Oh, fuck.” Nikki said as he watched her, his finger swiping over her chin to wipe up the hot white strands that dribbled out of her mouth, “So fucking pretty.” Nikki groaned as she licked his finger clean.
Vanity was still on her knees as she watched him pull up his pants, a baggie of white rocks falling out of his pocket.
She stared at it, realizing what it was. Heroin.
‘This fucker almost died and he’s still doing it.’ She collected her thoughts, as she watched him quickly pick it up and shove it back into his pants. “Sorry..” he mumbled as he helped her up to her feet not wanting to look at her as she could tell she was pissed.
“You should go.” Vanity said as she put her underwear back on and a shirt of Ryan’s that was laying on the floor from earlier in the evening.
“I’ll see you back home.” Nikki said, reaching down to give her a kiss but she stopped him by putting a hand on his chest. “Bye Nikki.” She coldly said, as a huge rush of guiltiness ran over.
Nikki took a step back, quickly leaving the bathroom and then her hotel room. She got ready for bed by brushing her teeth and washing her face while trying to straighten up the bathroom.
She walked out to find Ryan still sound asleep, snoring lightly, she let out a sigh of relief as she gently laid down next to him and getting under the covers.
Her back was towards him as she stared out the window regretting everything that just transpired between her and Nikki.
‘I did it again. I fucking bought into his bullshit again. I cheated on my fucking boyfriend, for what!? To feel somewhat of an importance to Nikki?!’ Her thoughts screamed inside of her head as she wiped away an angry tear that escaped her honey eyes.
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New Kid (Billy Hargrove X F!Reader)
Howdy folks, sorry I am late! I started school and I am also sorting out my work schedule. Here is part 4 of new kid, thank you for reading/liking/reblogging/following etc! I appreciate you all so so much.
Summary: You’re new in Hawkins, hailing from the big city on the east coast. As a city kid, you think you’ve been stuck here to suffer in a small town, but there’s a certain someone who shakes it all up.
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of smoking cigarettes, underage drinking
Taglist: @salemlysi @asheseiler
You sat at your mirror putting on your makeup and getting ready for tonight’s party. You swiped on a tube of red lipstick and pressed your lips together, spreading out the color. Tonight’s outfit consisted of a white cropped tank top with a slightly oversized black cardigan knotted in the front. You had on high waisted black pleather pants, and a black belt with a shiny silver belt buckle. You laced up your old red Doc Martens, they were well-worn and you wouldn’t be too upset if they got scuffed or dirty. Your hair was curled to the nines, sprayed in place so that nothing frizzed out.
“Damn, I look good.” You said to yourself in your mirror. You threw on your denim jacket and pocketed your lipstick and your flask full of whiskey. Moments later, you heard loud beeps coming from outside.
“(y/n)! I think Steve is here to come get you!” Your dad shouts from downstairs. You come downstairs to find your dad is dressed up, with a suitcase at the door.
“Uh. Dad? What’s with the suitcase?”
“I have to go on a road trip, see Uncle Willy about some things.”
Your brows furrowed. “What kind of things?”
“Adult things, kiddo. I’ll be gone for the weekend. I’ll be back sometime on Monday.” He kisses your forehead and heads out for his car. You snag your keys and head out of the house, locking the door behind you. Nancy and Steve greet you right as you slide into the backseat of his BMW.
Nancy lets out a whistle, “You look fantastic (y/n)! Ready to have the best night ever?” She says to you enthusiastically.
“What are we waiting for? Let’s roll!”
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You, Nancy and Steve enter the party house. You can feel the bass thumping in the house and your chest. The living room is full of teens with red plastic cups in their hands, dancing drunkenly and laughing. You navigate your way to the kitchen, where the rest of the booze was.
“Hey! You’re that new girl! Come, come get a drink!” It was that kid in your chemistry class, the one that sat next to Billy.
“What’s your name again?” You shout over the music to ask him.
“Oh yeah, I’m Tommy!” He replies cheerfully. “Hey, come on, you look sober!”
You laugh, “It’s because I am. Give me something to drink!”
He hands you a beer, but before you can crack it open he stops you. “I bet you can’t shotgun that!”
“What? Tommy, I could drink you under the table. Stop playin’.” You scoff. This gets the attention of the kids in the kitchen, with some of them ‘ooooh’-ing like owls. Just as this happens, you spot a mop of blond curls make its way to the kitchen where you and Tommy were. Billy eyed you up, taking a look at your outfit before turning his attention to Tommy.
“What’s going on?” He asks Tommy.
“Oh you know, (y/n) over here thinks she can ‘drink me under the table’, her words exact.” He laughs.
Billy slaps five dollars down on the table. “My bets on her. Tommy, you’re a lightweight!”
You laugh out loud. “We’re placing bets now?” You pick up the five and examine it. “Who else is ready to see Tommy lose to the new girl, huh?” You were met with roars of excitement as teens were tossing cash on the table, your pile only slightly bigger than his. Billy watched you, taking a swig out of his can of beer.
“All bets are final, and winner takes all. Let the games begin!” Billy shouts, as you stab the side of your beer can, crack the lid and shotgun it. It empties fast, and you crush it underneath your boot. You continue on to your second one, choosing to chug it. The kids in the kitchen were cheering you on, hearing chants of “Chug! Chug! Chug!” over the Bon Jovi song that was booming throughout the house.
You had finished way too many beers, the beer cans underneath your feet. You were still upright, while Tommy had half a can left. People in the kitchen were chanting your name, but all you did was let out a loud belch. You were met with cheers and claps on your back.
“You give up yet? Ready to throw down the white flag?” You guffawed at Tommy.
“Alright, alright! You win. Fair and square.” He shoves his bet money into your pile and you throw your hands up, inciting more cheers from your crowd of “fans”.
“That’s how you drink Hawkins! That’s how you fuckin’ do it!” You open your flask and take a large swig, feeling its warmth trickle down your throat, feeling some drip down your lips and neck. You close your flask and feel a hard stare on you.
Billy walks over to you and leans up against the counter while you count up and pocket your cash.
“That was pretty impressive, (y/n). Didn’t know you had that kind of fire in you.” He smirks.
You turn to him, uncapping your flask and drinking more out of it. “I’m a woman of many mysteries, Billy.” You laugh, tucking your hair behind your ear.
“And I’m really digging this outfit. Completely different from that goody-two-shoes getup you had on at school today.”
You raised an eyebrow and smiled at him, posing. “Oh? You like what you see?” You do a spin, almost tumbling over.
He laughs at you, helping regain your balance. “Careful. Don’t need you busting your ass because you wanna show off.”
A hearty laugh emits from your belly, then a burp. “Excuse me! Jesus christ.” Your head snapped to the dance floor. You Spin Me Round (Like A Record) by Dead or Alive played through the speakers.
“Are you alright (y/n)?” Billy asks, a bit concerned.
“I’m fantastic! This is my favorite song like, ever! Come dance!”
“(y/n) I can’t dan-” You yanked him by the wrist and dragged him to the dance floor, completely ignoring what he had to say.
You got on the dance floor, and started to bob your head to the synth in the song, getting ready to dance and shout your heart out.
All I know is that to me
You look like you're lots of fun
Open up your lovin' arms
I want some, want some
You spun around, dancing near Billy and trying to get him to loosen up and enjoy the song. You then grabbed his hand and yanked him closer so you two could actually dance. He began to relax and laugh along at you dancing. He didn’t know what it was exactly, but something about seeing you smile and have fun made his heart flutter.
I set my sights on you
(And no one else will do)
And I, I've got to have my way now, baby
All I know is that to me
You look like you're havin' fun
Open up your lovin' arms
Watch out, here I come
You sang the second verse and pre-chorus, looked at Billy and shot him a wink. He laughed, a slow smirk spreading across his face.
You spin me right 'round, baby, right 'round
Like a record, baby, right 'round, 'round, 'round
You spin me right 'round, baby, right 'round
Like a record, baby, right 'round, 'round, 'round
He grabbed you by your hand and spun you around like you were in a ballroom. He pulled you back into him, your back pressed against his chest. You were twirled out again, only this time you were dipped low, his face close to yours. It took all of your willpower to not kiss him right then and there. You came back up and danced for the rest of the night, laughing and taking the occasional sip from your flask.
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As the music died down, you had left the dance floor panting and sweaty, a dewy sheen spread across your face. You stumbled over to the kitchen and grabbed your jean jacket from the counter, making sure your keys were still there and they were. You put on your jacket and walk outside, only to see that Steve’s car was gone.
“Goddamn Steve… and Nancy. Damn ‘em! Damn em to hell.” You spat, staring at the porch. “Now I have to walk and, and I don’t even know where I’m at. And its LATE! Goddamn it!”
“Who are you talking to sweetheart?” Billy asked you. He was leaned against the banister, smoking a cigarette.
“I’m talking to me, genius.” You slurred. “Now I’m talking to you. I wanna go home but I got ditched!” You sulked. You walked over next to the banister where Billy was and plucked the cigarette from his lips. You took a drag and exhaled, letting it escape through your nose and lips. Billy watched your lips wrap around the cigarette, wishing it was him.
“Like what you see?” You shoot him a wink, blowing the smoke away from his face and stubbing out the cigarette.
“Yeah. I kinda do.” He licks his lips, smirking. “Now, tell me (y/n), how exactly are you getting home?”
You sigh frustratedly, “I guess I’m just gonna walk and figure it out.” You took out your flask and opened it to drink, but there was no more whiskey left. You pouted.
“You’re not walking. I’ll take you home.” Billy stands up and offers his hand to you. You slowly push yourself up and gather yourself. You take a look at Billy’s hand and high five it. He looks at you puzzled.
“Fix your face! Is that not why your hand was out?” You asked, words slurring here and there.
“No, smartass. Give me your hand so I can walk you to my car.” He states, the slightest pink flush spread across his face. Giggling, you take his hand into yours and you make your way to his car. He unlocks the passenger side door and opens it for you. You lower yourself in, his hand pressed gently on the small of your back keeping you steady. Billy closes your door and makes his way to the drivers side.
“Where to, gorgeous?” He turns towards you.
“332 Oak Lane.”
He nods, starting up his car. As the drive begins, you notice him slip a glance at you every now and then.
“Hey Hargrove, take a picture. It’ll last longer.” You chuckle at him.
He laughs back, “No picture could capture all that beauty you got.”
Your eyebrows flew up, painting a shocked look on your face. “Oh! Smooth talker over here. Didn’t know you could flirt like that. Color me impressed!”
The ride was peacefully quiet, right up until he pulled up to your house.
“Nice neighborhood.” He says, then continues, turning to look at you. “How will your folks feel about you coming in piss drunk after a successful night out?”
You laugh at his sentiment, catching his gaze. “My dads gone for the weekend. Went outta state to see my uncle. I have the whole place to myself!”
“You.. you’re real cute ya know. Real good lookin’.” You say to him with a dopey smile on your face.
He flushes the softest shade of pink, smiles for a second and licks his lips. “Ah stop it. You’re only saying that because you’re drunk.”
“I am not! It’s true. I might be a little tipsy but.. I am right, you know.” You smile at him.
“Tipsy? You passed that stage after your third beer. (y/n), it’s time you head inside.” He pats your thigh.
You playfully roll your eyes, smiling. You place your hand on top of his and give it a squeeze. “Okay, I guess so. Can you walk me in? My room is up some stairs.”
“And?”
“And I’m scared I’m gonna fall! Please?”
He removes his hand from your thigh. “Alright, I’ll walk you in. Don’t go tellin’ anyone either. I have a reputation to keep.”
You let out a thunderous laugh. “Yeah, okay buddy.” He comes over to your side of the car and opens the door. You shakily get up, feeling the dizziness get to you.
“Easy now. Here, I got you.” He puts your arm over his shoulder and scoops you up, carrying you bridal style to your front porch.
“Oh wow. You’re so strong! I feel like a princess.” You giggle.
“You are. And I work out.” He continues, “Where are your keys?”
You pull out the key that unlocks your front door and pushed it in his hands. He unlocks your front door and uses his back to shut it.
“Alright princess. Where to?” He asks, looking down at you. Your makeup is smudged, your hair frizzed out, your eyes glazed over, flushed pink from all the drinking you had done that night. Even in your disheveled state, he still thought you were gorgeous.
“Up the stairs. You’ll know my room when you see it.” You mumble, the tiredness setting in. Billy walks up the stairs and to your room. He could tell it was your room because of the giant Bon Jovi poster stuck to your door.
“Okay put me down.” You ask, and he lowers you down. You slap the light switch on, illuminating your room. Billy gazes around your room, looking at all the band posters hung up on your wall. You also had christmas lights strung around your room. You had a big bed to yourself, a vanity, a small dresser and a decent sized closet. He noticed one wall void of posters. Instead of posters, you had two guitars mounted on the wall instead. One acoustic, one electric. Underneath the guitars were some amps and other guitar tech.
“You play guitar?” He asks, looking at the guitars, his back turned. You were changing out of your party clothes, leaving you in your tank top and black boyshort underwear. You took a nearby scrunchie and pulled your hair up into a ponytail.
“Oh yeah. Back home I was in a band. Lead guitarist you know. I still got it. Maybe I’ll play for you one day.” You say to him. “I wasn’t blessed with good vocals, my dear, but these hands? God must have took extra time with ‘em.”
“You really are a woman of many mysteries, (y/n).” He turns back around to you, but you had slipped out of the room and into the bathroom next door. He walks out of your room and finds you hunched over the porcelain throne, emptying out your insides.
Billy kneels down next to you, feeling his large warm hand on your back.
“I HATE throwing up!” You say, face still in the toilet. “Shit is so gross.”
He chuckles. “Maybe you shouldn’t have started that drinking contest with Tommy then.”
You lift your head up, wiping your tears away and reaching to flush the toilet. “What was I supposed to do? Let him think he could get away with shit-talking me? Just let him test me?” You and Billy laugh on your bathroom floor. “I’ll have you know, Hargrove, I come from a line of strong drinkers.”
He laughs, “Yeah, and I’m next in line to be the King of England.” He stands up, and holds his hand out to you. He helps you up, and you turn to the sink to wash whats left of your makeup off. You’re both looking at each other in the mirror.
“I look so gross right now.” You mutter, taking out your jar of Noxzema face wash. You ran the water until it was warm and bent down to the sinks level to wet your face.
“I’ve seen worse.” Billy says, looking down at your butt. You popped up from the sink and so did his eyes. You unscrewed your jar of face wash and began rubbing it in. Billy took a seat on top of the toilet, watching you.
“You know, you didn’t have to stay.” You state to him.
“You kickin’ me out (y/n)?”
“No. Just saying you didn’t have to stay. I appreciate it, though.”
He hesitated with his response. Nobody’s ever appreciated me. Or said it out loud, at least, he thought.
“Thanks.”
“Mhm!” You rinse the soap off your face, pat it dry and moisturize with some face cream. You turn to Billy, smiling.
“How do I look?” You say, posing. Some of your hair had stuck to your face while you were washing it, you were in a tank top and underwear. You thought you looked like a mess.
“Like a million bucks, doll.” He chuckles, smiling at you. You turn away and brush your teeth. Here you are, in your home, with local bad boy turned softie Billy Hargrove in your house. You catch his eye, and he just doesn’t stop looking at you, lips slightly parted.
You rinse and spit. “Hey, Hargrove. Close your mouth or you’ll catch flies.”
That snaps him out of his gaze, and his mouth closes. You yawn and stretch, feeling fatigue and the slight pounding of a headache lingering in the back of your head. You shut your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose.
“It’s time for you to get some rest.” Billy looks up and says to you. You nod your head, and you walk over to your room.
“Hey could you like.. turn around or something? I want to change tops.”
“Sure.” He turns his back to you and you grab a large sleepshirt out of your dresser drawer. You peel off the tank top and throw it across your room, allowing you to slip on your big shirt. “Okay, I’m done.”
“You look like a dork.” He says.
“Yeah? It takes one to know one. Dork.” You both chuckle. You crawl into bed and your head sinks into your pillow. You sigh happily.
“Thanks for taking care of me.”
“Not a problem doll.” He shuts off the light and begins to walk out.
Before you fall asleep, you say one last thing to Billy.
“Hey, Billy?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re not as bad as they say you are, you know.”
Billy becomes bashful at this statement. He’s lucky the lights are out or else she’d see just how red in the face he was. Those words would continue to ring throughout his head for the rest of the night.
Before he had his chance to respond, you had already succumbed to the sweet embrace of slumber. Billy slowly approached your bed, lowered himself down and kissed your forehead. He watched the smallest smile form on your face before you turned over, enveloping yourself in your blankets.
He backed out of the room and went into the bathroom looking for medicine. He takes out two pills of Advil and places them on your nightstand, along with a handwritten note. He leaves your house, locking the door behind him.
There was something about you that struck a chord within Billy somewhere. And it unnerved him to his core.
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A/N: AW YALL! I LOVE WRITING SOFT BILLY. thanks for reading! as always, i will keep writing as long as you keep reading. feedback is always appreciated. my requests are open for you all. come chat! see u in part 5
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Think of You: Part Eight
Warnings: Sexual situations, cussing, Nikki and Caroline drama
A/N: Hey guys! Hope you all enjoy the update. I had a bit of writers block on this update so that’s the reason it took so long to get out. If you would like to be tagged for updates, please let me know! Again, enjoy!!
“It’s so good to hear your voice.”
“It’s good to hear your voice too.” I smiled. “I feel like it’s been forever since I talked to you.” I took a seat under the phone. “How have you been?”
She let out a sigh, “Same ol’ same ol’, sugarplum. I just put away a quart of Apple butter, you should get you a jar when you come home.” My mom’s soft voice floated through the phone. “I really miss you, darling.” A ping of guilt pierced through my heart. “I would come and see you but you know how your daddy hates to fly.”
My mother was my rock. Katherine Daniels was the ultimate mother figure. She made sure to always be there for her child, putting her own life on the back burner. She made sure that I had everything I wanted and needed in life. She was always there when I fell and hurt myself or when I had a bad day at school. I could tell her anything and not have to worry about receiving a speech, unlike how my father was. Katherine was your typical southern belle, only this southern belle was stuck in a lackluster marriage and highly unappreciated by her husband. She never spoke her mind or stood up for herself when my dad was being a jerk, which was often. He never hit her or anything but used his words to tear her down. After he was done tearing her down, he would bring her flowers or kiss her on the cheek, making sure everything was right again. When I was younger, I thought that was how relationships worked. I thought that I was expected to stay in the house and do everything possible for my husband and children. I would have to have dinners ready at a certain time. I would have to my sure my children were satisfied, as well as my husband, but in other ways. Luckily, my mother instilled in me that I could be anything I wanted, basically pushing me out to make sure my dreams come true.
My dad on the other hand was nothing like my mother. He was your typical dad for the time, a working man who brought home the money and disciplined the children. Sure, he loved me, but he hardly ever showed it. He would simply tell me and that was it. He wasn’t hands-on at all. He never offered to take me to ballet classes if my mom was sick, he never offered to help with homework, he was just there and that was it. My father lived by the bible. What the word of God said, he followed, making my mom and myself follow as well. He banned certain music to be played in the house. I would have to hide certain records in my closet so he wouldn’t see them when passing by. Gospel and Country music were all that could be played, when he was there that is. When he was gone, my mom and I played anything from Motown to The Beatles. The Beatles were my mom’s favorite, aside from Dion, who she dreamed of marrying back in the 50s. I guess I’m lucky I had both my parents in the home. I shouldn’t be complaining no matter how sucky my dad was.
“Maybe you could come by yourself?” I suggested, already knowing the answer. My mother never went anywhere without my dad. She ever asked permission to go to the grocery store. The line stayed silent, “Mom?” I asked.
“That’s alright, dear. You know I don’t like to travel on my own. “Her voice held disappointment but she was trying her hardest to keep it upbeat. “How is Mackenzie doing?” She quickly changed the subject. “I seen her father out in town the other day, looked as if he hasn’t showered in weeks.”
I let out a sigh, “She’s doing good. I think she’s trying to get a job at one of the fancy restaurants in Beverly Hills, wants to put her name out there.” My mom secretly adored Mackenzie. I think she often thought of her as one of her own, but of course hid those feelings from my father. From the first day I brought Mac home to play, my father despised her. He would tell me that she was nothing but trouble and to never play with a kid from the train tracks. Mac’s family was poor and had a lot of issues. Her dad was a drunkard who spent all his money on booze rather than on his family. Her mother was a sickly woman who developed a disease from the factory she worked in. She passed away when Mac and I were juniors in high school. Mac was the fourth child out of seven. Her older siblings moved away and had families of their own, leaving Mac to take care of her younger siblings. It got so bad that the government came and took her siblings away, placing them in a new house with a new family. Mac was devastated but there was nothing she could do. She didn’t have a job at the time and was still living at home with her dad. My mom basically took her under her wing until Mac moved out to California, causing me to move out here as well. Where Mac went, Caroline followed.
“Well that’s good, I’m happy for her.” She said. “So, have you been on anymore dates since the one with the rude gentleman.” My heart started to beat a bit faster. The last time I had spoken to my mother was the night I had my date with James. That was also the night Nikki showed up at my apartment.
I stalled for a moment, trying to decide if I wanted to tell her I was in a relationship. I was also stalling to find the right words to describe who I was in a relationship with. “Uh-”I started. “I’ve been seeing someone.” I spoke slowly. “He, um-”I began to stutter. “He’s in sales.” I blurted out. I threw my head back against the wall out of frustration. I should have just kept my mouth shut and told her I was becoming a nun. Well, becoming a nun was definitely not in the cards after the sins I’ve committed.
“Oh-“ My mother’s voice pipped up. “How did you meet?”
Before I could answer, the bedroom door opened, revealing a half-naked Nikki standing in the doorway. His hair was a mess and the sheet he had wrapped around his waist was hanging very low. “Are you done yet?” He yawned. I had forgotten all about my mother being on the phone, my attention focused on the man in front of me.
“Caroline, hello?” My mother called out.
“Uh-“ I stuttered. I watched as Nikki sauntered over to where I was sitting. He knelt down in front of where I was sitting. I watched him, confusion written all over my face.
“What are you doing?” I mouthed, earning a smirk.
“Caroline Vanessa, is everything okay?” My mom questioned again.
He slowly picked up my left leg, placing it over his bare shoulder, slowly kissing his way up as he did so. I couldn’t help but start breathing a little harder as his mouth worked its way up my leg. I knew where this was going and I was not going to be on the phone with my mother during it.
“Ye-yeah, mom.” My response was breathy. “I’m here.” I tried to smack Nikki away as he moved further up my legs, nipping and kissing his way up. Without warning, he slowly pulled my underwear down, burying his head between my legs.
“Oh-“ I gasped. “Mom, I’m gonna have to go.” I rambled quickly. Before she could say anything, I quickly hung up the phone, my hands instantly pulling at Nikki’s hair. His teeth pulled and his tongue worked against my most sensitive spot, it was painfully wonderful. “Nikki.” I drew out his name. I had nothing to hold on to, seeing as I was sitting on a wooden chair in the kitchen. When I first went to call my mom, Nikki was passed out in the bed, no sign of him waking up anytime soon. I hated to hang up on my mom like that but there was no way I was going to have sex with her on the other end of the phone. “Tell me what you want?” Nikki spoke as he broke for air. “Tell me, Caroline.” His eyes were filled with lust, as were mine I’m sure. I ran my hands through my hair, tugging at the ends. “Caroline.” He repeated.
“CAROLINE!”
I jolted out of bed, getting caught in the blankets and sheets that once covered my body. “Shit.” I muttered as I untangled myself from the mess, rubbing my hurt knee as I struggled to stand on both feet. “Were you having a sex dream?” Mac asked, a smile plastered on her face. My face instantly turned red as I felt utterly embarrassed. The whole thing felt so real! The way his lips moved up my thigh, the feeling of his hair between my fingers, and the conversation with my mother, it all felt so damn real. “You were totally having a sex dream!” Mac continued to gloat. “It must have been some damn good sex because I could hear you moaning all the way from the living room.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, my face an even deeper shade of crimson. In all of my 21 years on this planet, I never once had a dream like that. Sure, I’ve kissed a couple guys in my dreams, but I never had sex with them.
Mac let out a sigh, “It’s perfectly normal to have those sorts of dreams. Hell-”I watched as she hopped up on the kitchen counter. “I’ve have them on the daily.” Typical Mac. I grabbed a cup from the shelf, pouring myself a cup of coffee that I assumed Mac had just brewed.
“How long have you been here and why are you here so early?” I questioned. Mac was never an early riser. She was the type of person that was late to school half the time because she couldn’t wake up on time. Through my years of being friends with her, I learned that it was best to meet up with Mac after noon. It was a little shocking to see standing in my kitchen, fully dressed, and wide awake.
“Michael had to go meet s-“
“Whoa, whoa, whoa-“ I cut her off. “Who’s Michael?” I was confused. The last I heard from Mac’s own mouth was that she was seeing Tommy. They were practically hooking up every time they were around each other. I even caught them going at it when Nikki brought me to the studio a week or two ago.
She looked at me as if I was stupid, “He’s my new boyfriend, Caroline.” I was a little taken back by the attitude. “I told you this the other day.” She said matter-of-factly. I would have remembered if she had told me she had a new boyfriend.
“No, no you didn’t.” I replied. I watched as she rolled her eyes. I heard her mutter under her breath as she took a seat at the kitchen table. “What happened between you and Tommy?” I carefully asked, afraid she would bite my head off again. I took a seat adjacent to her, watching as she avoided eye contact. “You guys seemed pretty hot and heavy a couple weeks ag-“
“He cheated on me with some whore.” She exclaimed. “I caught them together last week, fucking asshole.” I could see tears start to pool in her eyes. I instantly placed my cup down and reached for her. She didn’t even hesitate as she wrapped her arms around my waist, crying harder at this point. Mac was the type of girl who acted as if she had a heart of stone, not caring about breakups. She would play it cool but in private would fall apart.
“I’m sorry.” I whispered. I felt her start to pull away, wiping away the stray tears that were still falling. She looked up at me and shrugged her shoulders.
“It’s whatever.” She sniffed. She began to get up, drinking the rest of the coffee that I had forgotten about. “I’ll talk you later.” She made her way to the door and showed herself out. She didn’t even bother to say goodbye or anything. It was as if she was suddenly upset with me as well. It’s not like I knew about Tommy being with another girl. If I knew he was with another girl, I would defiantly let Mac know. I just hope she knows that…
“Where are we going?”
I looked over at Nikki as he sped down the highway. After my morning with Mac, I had been feeling a bit down. I tried to call her but she didn’t answer. I felt like driving over to her apartment but I decided not to. Maybe she just needed some time to calm down and get over what she was going through with Tommy. She knew that if she needed me, I would be there in a matter of minutes. I was moping on the couch watching the Brady Bunch when Nikki arrived. I didn’t even get to ask him what was going on with Tommy. He quickly rushed us out of my apartment, practically pulling me down the steps. I had no idea where we were going but a smile was plastered across his face during the drive.
“Nikki?” I exclaimed. He glanced over at me, the smile getting bigger. “Are you gonna tell me where we’re going?”
He pulled his sunglasses into his hair, “It’s a surprise.” I let out a sigh. “You’re gonna love it, babe.” He tried to assure me. I just sunk deeper into the seat, watching as the scenery passed by. All the houses that we passed were pretty big, bigger than I’ve ever seen. It looked to be a very upscale neighborhood, the kind you see on Dynasty or Dallas. I was in such an awe of the neighborhood that I didn’t realize that car was slowing. Nikki slowly drove up a secluded driveway, covered by manicured bushes and trees. Once at the top, a beautiful dark, brick house faced us. I couldn’t help but admire the house. It was absolutely beautiful! “Wow.” I breathed out. I felt Nikki shut the car off, silence filling the vehicle.
“What do you think?” He asked.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the place, “It’s beautiful.” I could hear him laugh as he opened the driver side door and stepped out. I followed his lead and stumbled out of the passenger side. The late summer sun cast a glow across the house, making it look even more magical. I felt like I was standing in front of Cinderella’s Castle at Disney World. Nikki slowly made his way over to me, wrapping his arm around my waist. “Who lives here?” I looked up at him. The owner of this house was probably some record producer guy or someone in the entertainment industry that Nikki knew.
“We do.” He simply stated.
It took me a minute to register what he had said. I immediately pulled away from him, “What?” I asked.
He looked at me amused, “Welcome home, baby.” He spread his arms out wide, the same massive smile painted on his face. I continued to stare at him as if he had three heads. He stepped closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.
“You wanna go in and christen the place?” He whispered, his lips meeting my neck. My pulse sped up, quickly falling for his trick. “I wanna fuck you so bad right now.” My brain regained control from my body, bringing me back to reality. I pushed Nikki away and took a couple steps back. “What’s the matter?” Nikki looked concerned.
“Why-“ I stopped, trying to find my words. “I can’t believe you did this, Nikki.” I let out a sigh. “Are you crazy or something?” A smile found its way back to his face.
“I’m crazy for you, sweetheart.” He purred, trying to pull my body back into his. I pushed him away, a bit harder than necessary. “What’s your fucking problem, Caroline!” He yelled.
“What makes you think that I’m ready to move in with you? We’ve only been dating for a couple months, that doesn’t mean I’m ready to move in with you, Nikki.” I yelled back. “You don’t move in with someone until you’ve been with them for more than a year or two, not two months.” He rolled his eyes, taking a cigarette out, lighting the end of the stick. “It’s like you don’t think about these things, Nikki.”
I watched as he puffed away on the cigarette, staring down at the ground instead of at me. His whole body was rigid and I knew that he was mad. “You’re so fucking ungrateful, Caroline.” He chuckled darkly. I’m usually a pretty calm person, not argumentative at all, but his statement lit a fire under me.
“Excuse me?” I questioned. “You’re seriously calling me ungrateful because I won’t move in with you? I’m not the one who told you to buy this house.”
I watched as he rolled his eyes, throwing down his cigarette. “I bought the house for you, Caroline. I bought it so we could live together because I fucking love you!” He yelled the last part. “I don’t want to drive through the valley after being on the road for god-knows how long just to see you. I want you to be in this house and this house only.”
I continued to stare at him, the words “being on the road” rolling through my brain. “You’re going on tour?”
He nodded his head, “Yeah. Ozzy Osborne asked us to tour with him for a bit.” I looked up at him confused. I had no idea who this Ozzy Osborne person was. “Don’t tell me you don’t know who fucking Ozzy Osborne is?” He raised his voice annoyed. I just looked back to the ground, giving him my answer. He should have known I wouldn’t know who this person or band was. I explained to him multiple times that I didn’t grow up listening to the same music as he did. I never heard of half the people he would tell me about.
“God dammit, Caroline.” Nikki ran his hands through his hair. “You’re so fucking dense sometimes.”
I could feel tears start to form in my eyes as his words sunk in. “I’m sorry that I’m not educated in the world of rock and roll like you are, Nikki.” I spoke. “We all can’t be rock stars that get to tour around with some rock and roll God that you’re portraying this Ozzy guy to be. Some of us have practical jobs and lives that need to be lived. We all can’t be living in fantasy land.” I shot back. It was as if my mouth took control and everything that I wanted to say at that moment just spilled out.
Nikki stayed silent for a moment, a smirk forming on his face. I watched as he slowly walked toward me, pinning me against his new Camaro. He bent down, his lips brushing against my ear, “The fantasy land that I’m living in-” He paused. “Bought you this fucking house, darling.” He whispered, causing goosebumps to erupt all over. I felt his body push into mine as his arm wrapped around my waist. His lips placed light kisses behind my ear as his fingers travelled to the hem of my dress. “Nikki, please.” I tried to push him away, trying to resist the temptation.
“Please, what?” His teeth pulled at my earlobe, causing the air to leave my body. He was doing what he did best; he was using sex to make me forget about the argument we just had. He was pulling me in, trying to convince me it was okay to move in with him so short in our relationship. Any other girl probably would have just given in and let him drag them into the house and allow him to have his way with them. Any other girl would have been ecstatic to hear that their rock star boyfriend, who’s fame was rising every day, bought them a gorgeous home to live in. Any other girl would not care that the so-called rocker boyfriend’s attitude was changing day by day, never knowing which version of Nikki was going to show up. I guess you could say I was unlike the other girls out in the world who would do anything to have Nikki Sixx buying them houses and pinning them against expensive vehicles.
“Please get off me.” I muttered, pushing him away again. I watched as his eyes went wild, the same pissed off expression from before finding it’s place once again. “Just take me home, please.” I asked defeated. Nikki stood there for a moment, not saying a word, before rolling his eyes and stalking towards the car. I watched as he ripped open the driver’s door, getting in, and starting the engine. I let out a sigh, following in his direction.
The whole car ride was awkward and silent, neither one of us willing to talk to the other. I could feel the tension rising off Nikki as he tore through the canyons and curvy roads. I eventually told him to slow down, only making him go faster in annoyance. Once he pulled up to my apartment complex, I ripped off the seatbelt and exited the car. I didn’t bother to say goodbye or even turn to look back. Nikki must have felt the same seeing as once the passenger side door was closed, he sped off like some kind of maniac.
Once I was inside of my apartment, I threw myself on the bed and started to cry. I cried because I was so frustrated with Nikki. I cried because I was frustrated with myself. I also cried because I didn’t know if this would be the end of Nikki and I’s relationship….
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“Please, don’t leave” || Nikki Sixx x Reader
Aight so we got ourselves a Nikki Sixx x Reader here, this isn’t my first rodeo but with tumblr, yes it is. Anyways, I wrote this mainly for my friend who had the big depression and told her to pick a sentence thingy that I found on here. She picked “Please, don’t leave” and I wrote it in a way I used it.
Word Count: 4,917
Summary: basically, the reader is a babysitter and Nikki’s child ends up being stillborn. He goes big depressed and relapses, calling the reader who is a former alcoholic herself. This is also taking present to present age Nikki and the reader is roughly around the age of 32 or 33.
Warnings: big age difference of almost 30 years, language (this is Nikki we’re talking about), uh a lot of angst in the beginning, stillbirth (is that a warning?), just major cuteness overload by Casie Baker, maybe grammar (I don't know, Grammarly better have worked well or I’m getting my free money back).
Colson laughs around as his daughter finishes her joke she learned at school today. He shakes his head at her as the doorbell rings, causing the little girl to frown. She doesn’t want her dad to go but this is his lifestyle that she’s forced to grow up into. He stands up as he dusts himself off.
“Which babysitter is it now,” Casie asks with a groan and a roll of her brown eyes. Colson couldn’t help but find her adorable and feel bad for her at the same time. He crouches down to her a little bit so they can hug. She holds onto her dad for as long as she can.
“Colson, open this damn door,” the woman outside causes the ruckus, making the little girl’s sad face pick up. She looks at Colson in excitement, this woman on the other side of the door was her favorite babysitter. Sadly, she didn’t babysit Casie full time but Casie loves being with this babysitter more than ever. Colson rolls his eyes at the babysitter and stands up, he walks towards the door to see the woman standing there. She’s around four years older than this man yet he manages to see her as a sister that he never wanted.
“(y/n),” Casie shouts as she runs over to the woman, the babysitter couldn’t help but laugh as the arms wrap around her. She looks at Colson, he has a wide smile on his face, thankful that (y/n) was able to come in on such short notice.
“Forgot to schedule someone?” Colson nods his head as he switches places with Casie and (y/n), him now outside with the two girls inside.
“Yeah, somehow I forgot to schedule for The Dirt premier,” Colson lets out a half heart laugh to the woman. She nods her head to him as he starts to head off. Casie soon takes (y/n) and announces that it’s now girls night so all the men that were left from Colson were evicted for the night. (y/n) and Casie stayed up talking about boys, gossip, and even talking about how good Colson’s music has gotten over the years.
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Nikki sits on his couch with his wife, Courtney. The woman has a face full of tears as she holds onto her stomach. Nikki, on the other hand, has no emotion on his face. He has nothing, no tears or frown. Just a straight face as he tries to digest what had happened at the hospital. He can remember it so clearly yet it feels like it never happened and was only just a dream. He looks at Courtney, wondering how such a horrible thing could happen to them.
Nikki rushes the pregnant woman inside as her breathing was all over the place. Some moments she couldn't stop breathing while other moments she forgot to take in a deep breath. Her grip was tight on Nikki’s hand as he gets her to the room, there she goes into labor. Nikki has seen this once or twice before and couldn’t help but smile on knowing what’s about to happen. The two parents are going to meet their first child together. The horrible labor process lasts for about three hours until they hear… nothing. The baby wasn’t crying, looking at the doctors and nurses run around with the baby. They did many things yet clearly nothing was working. Nikki looks at Courtney with fear in his eyes, they both know what is happening.
“I’m sorry, the baby is dead,” Nikki can still hear the doctor say those words to Courtney and him. He can still remember holding on to his wife as she cries in his arms over the death of their baby. All their hard work into preparing for the daughter was for nothing. The worst part is, they won’t have another child. The two said they won’t tell people until they both were ready. Somehow two months after the stillbirth, Courtney thought it was best to separate from Nikki. Claiming she needs to figure herself out after the whole ordeal with Nikki knowing exactly to what is happening. He soon remembers a deal he made with Casie’s babysitter, (y/n) was her name he believes. The two said that five or six months after the birth, (y/n) would be willing to help babysit and let Courtney and Nikki go on a date together in return of something that he doesn’t know yet. Now, Nikki sits here in his house alone after his wife gave birth to a dead baby.
Five months and Courtney’s filing for a divorce. Nikki has never felt more alone before until now, he feels like the world is coming down on him. Whenever the kids drop by, he forces himself to be happy around them. When Tommy hangs around, he acts like he doesn’t want to die. Now here he is, still haven’t told the media a single thing, and he has to call this babysitter to break the news to her. She seemed like a nice girl and if she can babysit Colson’s daughter, then she must have a big heart to be nice to Nikki’s situation. He shakes his head, unable to have the courage to tell the woman the deal is now off. He sighs as soon starts to relapse into alcohol, sixteen years of no drop of alcohol yet here he is of having his past self favorite of Jack Daniels.
“Nikki,” (y/n) asks when she picks up the phone. She sits in her bedroom with the laptop open. She was doing some work of looking for some babysitting to do tonight. Colson decided to cancel the couple of nights she was working to spend some more time with Casie. She didn’t mind but she did have to look for replacements so she can actually pay for the bills.
“I’m so sorry, (y/n).”
“Nikki, I don’t understand.”
“The baby was stillborn,” Nikki slurs out, evident that he was drunk. Everyone knows of his sobriety so this slurring came to a shocker to the woman. She lets a shaky sigh as she starts to put some shoes on. She grabs her keys and wallet with her usual jacket, she’s still on the phone with Nikki.
“I’m so sorry, Nikki. I’m coming over.”
“No, you don’t need to!”
“Nik, you’re drunk! I can’t just leave you there alone after sixteen years of being sober until now,” (y/n) explains to him before hangs up on the phone. The drunk man sits there, letting her words sink in. He notices she’s called him a nickname, out of the short time he’s known her, she hasn’t done that just yet. A small smile appears on his face as he then remembers he fucked his sober self up. He groans as he puts his head in hands, blaming himself for everything that’s ever happened to him. He blames himself for the child and wife he lost. What pulls him out of his misery is the knock on the door. He looks up and walks over to the door. He managed to not run into anything successfully but he had to hold onto the wall once or twice.
“Oh no,” the woman mutters once her (e/c) eyes hit the poor, drunk man. She starts to usher him inside, getting him to sit on the couch without having an argument somehow. She sits down next to him as Nikki rests his head on the top of the couch. He stares at the woman in front of her.
“Nikki, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be, the wife left an asshole behind for a fuckin’ reason,” Nikki says nonchalantly. (y/n) shakes her head in disagreement. She hates seeing anyone like this, especially since she knows how it feels to rebound into alcoholism. She once was an alcoholic, nothing but alcohol pumped through her veins around five years ago. Then she met Colson, he saved her she likes to think. He brought Casie into her life instead of the alcohol. She’s thankful for that man, showing her exactly what she is in the world, a babysitter. Now here she is, having to help a friend out when they’re in need.
“Nikki, you’re not an asshole, you’re just drunk and going through one of the world’s biggest curveballs.” Nikki nods his head as he groans, throwing his head back. He seemed to be holding something back that (y/n) could tell was induced by the alcohol.
“Let’s get you to bed.”
“And stop by the bathroom on the way there,” he murmurs to her as the two stand up. She helps him walk towards the bedroom that he lead her towards, she’s never been past the main rooms of Nikki’s house before. Nikki soon opens a door, she notices it is a bathroom. He walks right towards the toilet and there he lets everything inside his stomach out. (y/n) couldn’t help but frown at the poor man, she walks over towards him and moves his long black hair out of the way a bit. She sighs as he soon leans a little with his head hanging above the toilet a little and wipes his mouth away.
“I’m so sorry, (y/n),” he says quietly as she starts to rub his back a little bit. She shakes her head towards him, her eyes full of worry and concern for the man.
“No, no, no, don’t be.” He couldn’t help but smile a little at her words and nod his head. The two finally stand back up and head towards his bedroom, where she places him on the bed. She notices that it’s late out, not the best idea to drive at around two in the morning. She’s been at his place for around two hours already, feels like five minutes for her.
“Can you stay the night,” Nikki asks her sweetly only to get a small smile and a nod from the woman. He smiles more as he waves towards the closet that was once Courtney’s. She had left some of her clothing behind and still needs to pack them up.
“Courtney has some clothes you may fit into,” he says to her as he starts to rub his eyes, growing tired from laying on the bed. (y/n) nods her head and walks into the walk-in closet, she notices all the dresses and frowns. Nothing seems to be in her style or deem comfortable in her taste. Courtney probably took all the sweats first so she would be comfortable during this separation. She sighs before she walks back out the closet. She sees the drunk man still awake somehow and shakes her head at him.
“Anything comfortable for me to wear?”
“Uh… I may have some sweats, they may be a little big for you,” Nikki says to her with a shrug, she nods her head as she enters another closet that she assumes is Nikki’s. She looks around all the dark clothing to soon land her eyes on a ‘Theatre of Pain’ sweatshirt and some grey sweat pants. She smiles as she takes the clothing and soon changes into them in the closet. She grabs her pants and shirt, heading out of the closet. She walks out to see Nikki just laying there on the bed still, staring at the ceiling now with his eyes hardly open at this point. She shakes her head as she sighs, “Where’s the guest bedroom?”
Nikki shrugs to her, a smirk appearing on his face. She rolls her eyes, starting to realize this drunk is hitting another stage of this drunk night. Instead of sad and emotional like he was earlier, this man is now going with the mind of the lower region. She places the clothing on the table that has some papers and books out on it. She looks at him to see him starting to strip suddenly.
“Nikki, woah!” She turns around in an instant, a red tint going to her face at that sudden action. He stops taking his pants off and looks at her, the jeans were at his ankles now. He wears no shirt, tattoos exposed to the world. He raises an eyebrow at her, wondering to why she turned around.
“What, princess,” he asks her, slurring a little from being drunk. He kicks his pants off, (y/n) turns her head a bit to check if he even has underwear on. She lets a sigh of relief out at the man who kept the boxers on. She turns around to see Nikki flopping on the bed, soon crawling under the covers. He pats the bed next to him, a smirk on his face. She shakes her head, declining his offer only to get a groan from the drunk man.
“Come on! It won’t be that bad!”
“Nikki, how old are you?”
“Thirty-five,” he lies right away as if he rehearsed this line a dozen times before. (y/n) shakes her head, disbelief in that statement. She sighs as she walks over to the bed. She grabs one of the many pillows, placing it between the two. She points at it before she decides to make a political joke, “This will be Trump’s wall!”
Nikki starts to laugh at that joke, shaking his head at her. She lifts the covers up, sitting on the bed. He sits up a little bit so he can get a better view of the beautiful woman that sits next to him. He tilts his head a bit, relaxing easily with her.
“You know I hate Trump’s wall,” he says before he grabs the pillow and throws it across the room. (y/n) gasps dramatically at him before she starts to laugh at that reaction. She shakes her head as she stands back up to turn the lights off. She gets back in the bed and starts to lay down. He kept his eye on her the entire, letting them roam all over her body.
“Nikki, don’t try a single thing tonight or I will make it rain on you.”
“I like the way that sounds,” he slurs to her as he shifts closer to her. She laughs at him a bit before she flips over from looking at him. He lays on his back, staring at the ceiling before he looks at her. He smiles as he goes onto his side, wrapping his arms around her.
“Nikki!”
“Dude, I got a boner for a hot chick in my bed!”
“Nikki, oh my god, you’re drunk!” (y/n) couldn’t help but laugh, she would’ve been creeped out by this but when a hot rockstar is into you, things change. Nikki nuzzles his head into the crook of her neck. She instantly takes a deep breath in, the red tint darkens. She closes her eyes once she notices the bulge in his lower area pressing against her abdomen. Her heart starts to beat faster with each second.
“Goodnight, Sixx.”
“Night, cutie,” he whispers against her skin, causing a shiver to go down her spine. He yawns as he closes his eyes finally, holding onto (y/n). Her, on the other hand, couldn’t go asleep right away. Her mind going all over the place as her heart could never calm the fuck down. She didn’t see this moment coming one bit, she never would have thought that her old celebrity crush would be into her.
(y/n) wakes up with no one holding onto her, she didn’t know if she should be happy or miss the touch a little bit. She sits up, a small yawn falls out of her mouth. She stretches as she soon climbs out the bed. Her bare feet hit the ground as she starts to make her way out of the bedroom. She tries to remember from late last night of where she is in the house and head towards the kitchen at least. With every step, the scent of pancakes filled the air causing a small smile on her face. She arrives to see Nikki at the stove, making pancakes and coffee. She hears a pop of a toaster and an avocado nearby. She grabs the toast, placing the four slices down. She looks around and soon walks to the fridge, she opens it and grabs herself some butter. Nikki looks to see her there, raising an eyebrow at her already helping herself.
“Helping yourself this morning?”
“I babysat a drunk you last night, I have permission.” Nikki laughs a little and nods his head to her as he looks back at the pancakes. There he places the golden, fluffy pancakes on the plate. She places the butter down, looking around for a butter knife. She opens almost every drawer until she finds them, Nikki did his best to not laugh at her stubbornness to ask. She puts the butter on two slices of toast before she looks at him.
“Do you like avocado toast like a white girl named Amanda or do you like butter or jelly on it like a normal person?” Nikki laughs at her comparison on topping of toast, he shakes his head at her.
“I grabbed the avocado, I didn’t know if you want it or not.” (y/n) nods her head as she soon does what Nikki wants on his toast. She soon finishes the toast before she gets herself a cup of coffee, putting what she needs into it. She gets to the counter and sits on the high stools. She starts to sip her coffee as she watches Nikki. He wears a pair of black sweatpants, a loose short sleeve v neck, and a pair of black slippers. She smiles at the view of the man, soon hearing the two golden retrievers rush into the kitchen. They rush over to her, making her laugh a little. She starts to pet the two dogs, feeling their soft fur in happiness.
“You have really pretty dogs,” she says to Nikki, he smiles as he turns around after turning the stove off. He holds the plate full of pancakes with a smile. He nods his head as he places it on the counter she was sitting at.
“Lecia and Lucy,” he says their names as he sits in the chair next to the one she was sitting in. She smiles as she looks up at him before back at the two dogs.
“I used to have a dog growing up, a German Sheppard,” she tells him before she stands up. She goes off towards the sink in the kitchen to wash her hands, they were cover in fur from the two dogs. She soon walks back over to her seat and continues eating her toast. She soon remembers something that he had said last night, she decides to tease on it a little bit.
“Dude, how’s that boner going,” she asks with an innocent smile on her face. His eyes widen at the fact that she remembers that and that he remembers it. He sits there, frozen, afraid to look back at her. He soon swallows his pride, looking at her. He’s almost thankful for her to think of it as a joke and not him really having feelings for her, he just got out of a divorce and he doesn’t need for her to think that he’s trying to rebound with her. He sits there trying to figure out what exactly to say to her without regretting it later.
“I, uh… it’s fine,” he mutters only to get a smiling (y/n). She notices the pink tint on his face as he looks away.
“Sixx, are you actually thirty-five,” she asks him as he starts to cough a little on his drink. He soon places the coffee cup down and wiping his mouth, he looks at her in shock. There he sees her start to laugh a little, noticing her face growing a little pink. He shakes his head to her, making her nod her head.
“Cause you look under,” she flirts suddenly only to make his hazel eyes pop a little. He didn’t see that one coming, he didn’t see this whole conversation coming. He sees her wink towards him before she gets a pancake, putting whatever she wants on it. He sits there with pink all over his face and confusion with some shock written on his face. They continue eating their food, Nikki doing his best to not seem awkward or weird. She soon finishes and looks at him, seeing him still working on his food. She walks towards the sink and places the plate in it. She soon walks off, heading towards the bathroom. Nikki looks up, watching her leave. He soon pulls his phone out and goes to his text messages. There he hits the contact name for his friend, Tommy Lee. He goes to text him before he sees a rushing (y/n). He raises a confused eyebrow up at her.
“I’m sorry, Nik. I’ll return the sweats tomorrow but I gotta go. I got an emergency to babysit Casie.”
“Colson’s daughter,” he asks her only to get a head nod. He looks away from her, a frown appearing on his face. Even though there were awkward feelings between the two earlier, he still doesn’t want her to leave. With her, he didn’t want to get drunk and is afraid without her he will dig himself deeper into the rabbit hole he is stuck in already. He looks up at her with those puppy eyes that he hopes would work.
“Please, don’t leave… I don’t want to fall back and get myself into a bigger hole. I know without you here… I will fall,” Nikki confesses to (y/n). She takes a deep breath in before she nods her shakes her head.
“Nikki, I can’t,” she says before she stops and lets a small sigh out when an idea goes through her head, “let’s go to my place so I can change. Then we can go over to Colson’s, then you can help babysit Casie with me?” A smile appearing on Nikki’s face as he nods his head in approval of the idea. He hops up, saying he needs to get ready. She laughs as she watches the man get happy over spending time with (y/n) and Casie.
The two arrive at Colson’s house, (y/n) starts to loudly bang on the door causing Nikki to jump a little at how loud she has to announce herself. She rolls her eyes when she still hears the laughing inside the house. She hits the doorbell rapidly a couple of times before she knocks on the door again.
“Colson, get off your dumb ass and open the fucking door!” Nikki laughs a little hearing that only to see the door open widely by a sweating Colson, he looked to be rushing.
“You never know when to shut up, do you?”
“Not with your deaf self,” (y/n) pushes past him to hug the little girl that rushes up to her with wide arms. Colson soon notices Nikki, raising an eyebrow in confusion to why he could be here with (y/n).
“Nikki? Haven’t seen you in a while, man,” he greets the man as he lets inside the house. Nikki nods his head in agreement as they walk towards the living room, the girls ran off to the kitchen it looks. He sits down on the couch with Colson, he raises an eyebrow at him in confusion to why he’s here with (y/n).
“I did something bad last night?”
“Booty call gone wrong?” Nikki’s eyes widen at Colson and shake his head right away. Colson couldn’t help but laugh at that, finding it funny that Nikki had to debunk that theory right away.
“Yeah, whatever you say, old man!”
“Colson, we haven’t done a thing. I’ll tell Tommy later and we all know his fat mouth would spread all the way to your fat mouth.” Nikki rolls his eyes as he looks back at the kitchen, able to see the girls starting to work on something in the bowls and an empty muffin tray out. He watches as the two laughs and joke around. Colson soon stands up and walks to the kitchen, he hugs Casie buy and tells (y/n) that he will pay her extra for the emergency but she tells him it’s fine. Colson makes a mental note of still to pay her extra and soon heads off to wherever he needed to go so badly. Nikki finally lets a sigh out and heads towards the kitchen, sitting at the counter to watch the two.
“Oh, Casie, we have ourselves an audience!”
“Welcome to the Casie and (y/n) cooking show! We’re going to be making chocolate chip muffins!” Nikki laughs a little and nods his head. There he starts to enjoy watching the two get the items for the muffins.
“These are going to be so good!”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Nikki says only to get a look from the two. (y/n) narrows her eyes at him before she looks at Casie with a smile on her face.
“Alright, a challenge we accept!” Nikki nods his head at (y/n) before the woman looks at Casie. She whispers in the little girl’s ear, causing the girl to laugh. There the two continue making the muffins, joking with Nikki and ended up in a small flour fight. By small, Nikki was for probably the first time in his life wearing all white and has white hair. (y/n) puts the muffins in the oven, the three still covered in flour after their fight. She soon decides to tell Casie to take a shower and wash the flour off. Nikki stands in the kitchen, he has some flour wiped off of him but not all. He wipes the counter down as (y/n) sets the timer for the muffins. She soon joins in on cleaning the kitchen by cleaning the floor up as best she could. Turns out the floor ends up looking cleaner than it was when it was bought.
“I know these muffins are going to turn out good.” (y/n) looks at Nikki with a raised eyebrow, she has a small smile on her face. She nods her head to him, “Yeah… muffins.”
“I also know, I may still have a boner for that hot chick in my bed last night… just it’s moved up to my heart now,” Nikki suddenly says to (y/n), making her look at him with wide eyes. She didn’t understand the feeling she feels right at this moment, staring right at his lowered head. Her (e/c) eyes notice his hazel ones staring at the ground. They travel to his hands that anxiously mess with his pants that still have flour on them. Her breathing goes out of control, gaining speed with each breath. She notices how his words seem to bring the heat to her face, knowing the feeling as blushing right away. Her hands start to shake nervously as she tries to figure out what to answer him with.
“Nikki, I,” she tries to get the words out, trying to tell him she feels the same way for the older man. He shakes his head as he finally gains the courage to look up at her in the eye.
“I shouldn’t have these feelings for you, especially since my wife left me recently.”
“Nik, it’s completely fine… even when I seem to have those feelings for you too,” she mutters to the man in embarrassment. His eyes widen hearing her say those words, a small smile appearing on his face. He couldn’t believe it, that a young woman like her who knows his age and everything about him can fall in love with him. He couldn’t believe a woman who just saw a drunk him confess his feelings and did some wild shit would stay around. He smiles as he suddenly wraps his arms around her, she couldn’t help but laugh at the reaction he has. For some rockstar, he has a heart of gold it seems. She wraps her own arms around him, holding onto him. He soon pulls away from her a little to look at her beautiful face. He sees himself in her eyes, in her arms, in her heart, in her future. He wants to be there for as long as he can and he doesn’t care if he dies in the next month, if it’s with her it was all worth it.
“(y/n), I hated myself for gaining feelings for you during the shooting of the Dirt. I couldn’t stop kicking myself for having feelings for someone who wasn’t my wife. I now realize maybe being with my wife isn’t worth it since she’s unable… she’s unable to stay through a dark patch with me yet here you are. Will you please, don’t leave me here and stay with me?”
“Say yes, (y/n),” the voice says behind the two, they instantly get out of each other’s arms to see Casie standing there with a smile on her face. Nikki looks at (y/n) with a smile and shrugs to her. The woman lets a small sigh out before she presses the soft kiss on the side of Nikki’s face, landing right on his star tattoo.
“I say yes.”
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Also yes those muffins were good.
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Green Wounds, Ch. 6
Alright, we’re back with Green Wounds! I gave you guys a short filler that ended on a bit of a cliffhanger last time, but I promise this’ll make up for it! At least, I hope so lol. I’m actually seriously excited for you guys to read this chapter; it’s the first thing I wrote for this story, and it’s quite possibly my favorite scene out of the whole dang thing. I really really hope I did this scene justice, but I guess I’ll find out. Also on a side note, this picture is my favorite so far lol I love it.
Now without further ado, read on and enjoy!
All manner of folk came to the baby prince’s christening, even a trio of pixies who sought to foster peace and goodwill.
The christening had been wonderful so far for all parties. Gifts had been given for the baby prince throughout the day, and at the moment a crowd of people from all over the kingdom was gathered in the throne room, dressed to their finest, while King Ace and Queen Jeanette sat on their thrones. Off to the side, on a lower platform, was a bassinet, and inside the bassinet was the baby prince himself.
He was a month old now, so it was still a bit too early to figure out where he had inherited most of his traits from, but most people who had seen him said he looked rather like his mother. He was a bit small for a normal baby, but other than that was healthy and happy. His parents had named their newborn son Eric, and Eric had spent most of the day either dozing or blinking up at the people who looked at him.
Many in the kingdom had left gifts for their new prince. But there were those who had decided to bestow gifts from outside the kingdom as well.
Tiny male voices floated into the room, and the King and Queen, as well as the crowd, looked up as three pixies flew into the throne room, dressed in pink, green, and blue. Two of them, the pink and blue pixies, seemed to be bickering, while the green pixie was looking around in fascination.
As they flew closer to the King and Queen, the green pixie’s eyes fell on the cradle, and he grinned excitedly. “Look, there’s the baby!” he said to the other two, pointing to the bassinet. “I love babies!”
“Yes, I know, Erik, but concentrate, please,” the pink one said to him. “I’m not telling you again.”
Queen Jeanette smiled welcomingly at them as they hovered in front of the thrones, while King Ace gave them a look that seemed rather… impassive.
The pink pixie, who seemed to be the leader, went first. “Greetings, Your Majesties. I am Vinnie of the Moorland Fair Folk.” He bowed to them.
The blue pixie went next, also bowing. “I’m Tommy, Your Kingship… and, Queenship.”
The green pixie bowed next. “And I’m Erik, Your Royalnesses.”
Queen Jeanette looked at him. “Forgive me, but your name is Erik?”
Erik looked rather surprised at being directly acknowledged, but after getting a gesture to reply from Vinnie he bowed his head again. “Uh, yes… ma’am. Erik with a ‘K’.”
Queen Jeanette smiled slightly. “How funny—that is the name of our son.”
The pixie now was incredibly surprised. “Really?”
“Indeed… though his name is Eric with a ‘C’.”
Erik smiled. “Huh,”
Queen Jeanette turned to her husband, who was still looking silently at the pixies. “They bring gifts for our son, I believe,”
“We do,” Tommy said, smiling eagerly. He made excited gestures with his hands. “But these are not just any old gifts. For you see, we are magic!”
“And very good with children,” Vinnie couldn’t help but add.
King Ace seemed to be considering how to reply, and for a moment the pixies wondered if he would turn them down. But then he nodded and waved his hand. “Very well. Go on.”
The pixies grinned at each other, then flew over to the bassinet. Vinnie went first, smiling down at Eric and waving his hands, sending wisps of pink magic over the baby boy. “Sweet Eric, I wish for you the gift of kindness,”
He flew to the side and let Tommy go next. Twisting blue magic cascaded over the prince. “My wish is that you will never be blue, only happy, all the days of your life,”
Last to go was Erik. He smiled eagerly and let light green magic curl around his hands. “Sweet baby, my wish for you, is that you find—”
He never finished.
A powerful gust of wind tore through the room, blowing out all the candles and making the chandeliers groan and creak as they swayed dangerously above everyone’s heads. Grey clouds rolled over the sun, dimming its cheerful light and throwing the throne room into a light shadow. The powerful wind threw some of the people off-balance, and the three pixies were forced to grip the edge of the cradle so they wouldn’t be blown away. Cries of fear went up.
Then a dark shadow appeared on the wall, and footsteps echoed through the hall along with the constant, rhythmic tap of a walking stick. The cries died down to shocked, fearful murmurs as the crowd parted to make way for the surprise guest and the inky-black cat that followed at his heels.
Despite his best efforts to stay calm, Ace’s entire face went pale. In her throne beside him, Queen Jeanette could only stare blankly, though she was looking rather intimidated. The eyes of the three pixies widened and they whispered in panicked voices, “Starchild!”
A few more steps toward the thrones, and the dark figure came into the partially-dim sunlight.
It was indeed Starchild. Compared to the humans surrounding him, the faerie was perhaps of average height. But what he lacked in stature he made up in appearance. His paper-white face, the black star over his eye, and his blood-red lips all made for an off-putting look, combined with the look of cold, mild amusement on his face, as though the fear of the humans was simply rather entertaining. He wore all black—a black jacket with silver-studded collar and cuffs over a black and silver very-low-cut vest, black leather pants, and black platform boots that raised him up a few inches, all underneath a long black cape that showed off scatterings of silver glitter when he moved. In his left hand was his black walking stick, the constant echoing taps making everyone go silent. His entire appearance gave off a sort of poise and terrifying elegance. His cold eyes, which were fixated particularly on Ace as he approached, had a gleam of sinister anticipation—he’d made the right choice in choosing to bide his time. He’d been waiting so long for this day, and right now, it felt so much better than it would have been if he had just destroyed everything at once.
Not that he planned on doing that at all, however. Oh no; he was going to make sure everything Ace had worked for his entire life would slowly and systematically crumble.
When he had neared the steps to the platform where the cradle was, he finally stopped, with one final echoing tap of his walking stick. Starchild kept the cold look of amusement on his face. “Well, well,” he said pleasantly, as though this all was simply mildly yet pleasantly surprising. He let a sinister smile creep onto his face as he glided up the steps, his cape trailing behind him and Peter following.
“What a glittering assemblage, King Ace.” His tone was clearly mocking, and the fact that he was speaking directly to Ace made Queen Jeanette’s head turn to look at her husband. Peter jumped up to sit on his shoulder, and Starchild raised a hand to idly stroke his fur as he looked around at the crowd in pretend-interest. “Royalty, nobility, the gentry, and…” He turned to see the pixies by the cradle, Vinnie trying to glare at him. His smile widened, now having a tinge of genuine amusement, and he chuckled. He’d been wondering where the three pixies had disappeared to. “How quaint,” he sneered. “Even the rabble.”
Tommy and Erik sank down slightly, lowering their gazes, while Vinnie bravely stayed where he was.
Starchild turned from them to look back at Ace, and very nearly frowned. His face was still pale, and he looked afraid… but not afraid enough.
Starchild raised his head and projected his voice so that it echoed throughout the hall. “I must say,” he kept his voice light, full of faux-concern, “I really felt quite distressed at not receiving an invitation…” he trailed off, blinking innocently at Ace, as though to imply he wanted an explanation.
Ace finally spoke. “You’re not welcome here.” His voice was curt, but too quiet to be actually threatening.
The expectant look dropped from Starchild’s face, replaced by a look reminiscent of a kicked puppy. His eyes lowered, and he let out whimpering noises, as though he were about to burst into tears.
Then the look flipped into one of cruel humor, and instead of crying, Starchild smiled and began to laugh sinisterly. “Oh dear,” he chuckled. “What an awkward situation…”
Queen Jeanette leaned forward, her face still one of fear. “But you’re not offended?” she asked Starchild, her voice sounding slightly hopeful. Despite how much he was enjoying himself, he felt a quick pang of sympathy for the woman. She couldn’t be blamed for all this, and unlike her husband, she was afraid simply because of his frightening display. It wasn’t her fault she was married to such a horribly selfish man.
But even so…
Starchild turned to her, laughing lightly. “Oh, you silly dear,” he smiled sweetly at her like she was a cute little girl, “of course not. And to show that I bear no ill will… I, too, shall bestow a gift on the child.”
At that, Ace shot to his feet, now as afraid as Starchild wanted him to be. “No! We don’t want your gift!”
Peter hissed at him, and surprisingly, it made Ace fall still as Starchild glided over to the cradle.
“Stay away from the prince!” Vinnie demanded as he neared.
Tommy and Erik flew back up again. “Yes, stay away!” Erik echoed.
Starchild smirked. How adorable. With a simple flick of his hand he sent the pixies flying across the room into a small ornate chest, the lid slamming over them and trapping them inside.
Peter jumped off his shoulder onto the cradle’s canopy, and they both looked down at the baby boy lying inside. He stared uncomprehendingly back at Starchild, making the faerie wonder if he even knew what was going on… or what was about to happen.
Starchild stared at the baby for a long moment, letting out a remarking hum. It was the ever-so-annoying conscientious part of him that was making him pause. Are you really so cruel as to curse a little baby? it whispered, sounding desperate. He’s done nothing to you. It’s Ace you want to harm. If you do this, there’s no turning back.
But then Starchild thought of his wings. His beautiful black wings, the wings he’d never thought to cherish more until he no longer could. The wings that had been ripped away by the man who told him he loved him, all so he could have some meaningless crown on his head.
Starchild lifted his hand and made a slow circular motion in the air, deep purple magic swirling around his fingers. “Listen well, all of you,” he proclaimed, his voice echoing once more. He waved his hand so that waves of the deep purple magic cascaded over the baby boy. “The prince shall indeed grow in grace and kindness… beloved by all who meet him…”
Queen Jeanette, who had stood up alongside Ace, spoke again, perhaps in an attempt to mollify him. “Th-That’s a lovely gift,”
Starchild raised his head to glance at her, then turned his eyes to Ace. Ace shook his head at him, not quite pleading, but still rather desperately. “Don’t do this,” he begged, his voice so low only Starchild could hear.
How funny; he assumed he had a say in the matter.
Starchild raised a finger and pressed it to his red lips, almost playfully. Then he turned to straighten up and step away from the cradle. This was where, to use the human phrase, the other shoe would drop. And oh, would it drop.
But as Starchild turned his head, something in the far corner of the room caught his eye.
It was a spinning wheel, pushed haphazardly into the corner, but placed in such a way that the spindle still caught some sunlight. The tip of the spindle gleamed especially brightly.
Starchild almost grinned as his plan changed. He thought his original plan had been good… but this was even better.
“But…” He stepped away from the cradle so he was in the center of the platform, and lifted his arms. Deep purple magic trailed after his hands and enveloped his body like flames as his eyes gleamed the same purple. “Before the sun sets on his sixteenth birthday, he will prick his finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel, and fall into a sleep like death! A sleep from which he will never awaken!”
A wave of the purple magic left him and traveled over to the baby boy, washing over him as his curse began to bind itself to the infant.
Whatever pride that had kept Ace from outright pleading was now gone. “Starchild, please don’t do this! I’m begging you!” He sounded incredibly desperate now.
Starchild’s mouth quirked up in a smile. Now that was the reaction he’d been hoping for. But now his mind was turning again. Perhaps he could work with this…
“I like you begging,” he remarked to Ace, his enjoyment in his voice. “Do it again.”
For a moment, Ace hesitated. His eyes left Starchild to look out at the now-silent crowd, who had been watching the entire thing. He didn’t particularly want to kneel, Starchild knew.
He was about to repeat his command when Ace slowly sank down to his knees. His eyes flicked briefly to the men watching from the side, before gazing at him imploringly. “I beg you,”
Starchild smiled wickedly at him. “All right,”
Hesitant relief came to Ace’s expression, but it quickly vanished when Starchild spoke aloud again. “The prince can be woken from his death-sleep. But only by…” he stared right at Ace, “true love’s kiss.”
He turned to look out at the crowd, raising his arms above his head. “This curse will last to the end of time!” he declared, his magic coiling tightly around him. “No power on Earth can change it!”
The magic exploded, flying out over the crowd and sending many to the ground. The crowd screamed in panic as the floor rumbled and the clouds outside darkened until they blocked out the sun’s light completely.
Grinning widely, Starchild walked briskly down the steps and left the hall, Peter bounding after him. He was sure he would never forget this day—it had turned out to be so much better than he could have possibly hoped. Intoxicating joy surged through him, and he threw back his head and began to laugh as he left the hall. It was a loud, wicked cackle that bounced off the walls and bore into the skulls of all who heard it. As Queen Jeanette raced to the cradle to check on her son, Ace stayed where he was, watching Starchild strut away, cackling loudly and carelessly.
And his laughter was all Ace could hear as Starchild swept out of the hall and vanished.
#green wounds#chapter six#we have finally reached my favorite chapter!!!#oh my god guys you don't even know how freakin FUN it was to write this#it was SO. MUCH. FUN.#starchild kicks his revenge plan into motion#ace is helpless to do anything to stop him#meanwhile queen Jeanette has no clue what's going on#honestly I felt sorry for the queen#she was like the only innocent one in the entire debacle#also the baby prince is introduced!#yep: it's ERIC!#if you're thinking the fox has something to do with this you are correct#at least partly#the fox also mostly means something else#but anyway...#hope I did this awesome scene justice!#seriously it's like the highlight of the movie for me#maleficent au#kiss au writing#my writing#hope you enjoyed!#stay tuned for chapter seven!#picture this time comes from pintrest
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WIP game
Hi everyone! So as part of my effort to better update readers on my ongoing writing projects as well as a sort of gift to you all (just had my own birthday this last week), I thought I’d do a WIP game. The only problem is, most WIP games are for one or two WIPs, which I have...more than that.
So, I’ve decided to post the first snippet of every single one of my WIPs (multichapter-wise anyway) and let you, my readers/followers, decide what to ask based on what you read! Each snippet will be numbered, so just send the number and whatever you want to ask about it. Hopefully this will be fun. Here goes:
1. On the island, split second decisions had been the difference between life and death, and there had never been time to worry about the moral implications. That had always come later. But Oliver already hated himself for what he was about to do.
There was only one way off this roof that would ensure his safety and his identity. One way to survive.
2. Laurel tried not to pace behind Curtis’ back as she watched him work on the device Cisco had made her only a year ago. Since that initial model, it had undergone various updates, but this was to be the most experimental. It also counted the most; Oliver continued to writhe on the exam table in unimaginable pain. If this didn’t work, they’d lose him for good, and Laurel was never going to be ready for that to happen.
3. The city was as quiet as it ever was when they exited out the back of the base to where Oliver had parked his car. It was large and black with a pair of shovels thrown in the trunk still caked in dirt. The dirt over her grave. Laurel shivered.
4. After five long years away and all the time he had had for regrets and thinking about how he wanted to make amends, Oliver knew exactly where he needed to be when he returned to Starling City. He didn’t get the chance to act on that plan until Tommy asked him what he had missed most on their driving tour of the city.
“Laurel.”
His best friend barked a laugh and scratched at his ear. “Yeah, uh, problem with that plan. Laurel’s not here anymore.”
5. “I’ll be heading out early tomorrow to meet with Oliver and the others, so I should get some sleep. Goodnight, mom.”
Laurel Lance did not know it, but those were to be the last words she would say on her Earth for a long time.
6. She woke up. That was the easy part. Tired and sore, a little weak, but alive. She woke up.
Oliver was there just as he had been when she’d started to feel herself slip away. He had tears in his eyes.
Laurel tried to reach out a hand, but the best she could do was sort of turn her arm over palm-up. “Hey.”
He smiled, just a stretch of the lips, and he echoed her with a soft, “Hey. How are you feeling?”
“Tired. I’m not out of the woods yet, I guess.”
“Well, the doctors think that we’re past the worst of it. You’re stable.”
His eyes were still sad. Something was wrong.
7. 1994
She wondered some nights where the time went. It seemed like only an eye blink had passed from the day she’d first arrived in Starling City to the day she co-owned a home; three bed, two bath, and a husband and two children that filled it. It felt like a dream sometimes, a not quite real thing.
8. It was an otherwise unremarkable day. The Doctor and Martha had ended up a few years into her personal future, which he ordinarily tried to avoid. But lizards were notoriously difficult to schedule, particularly when it came to their hatchlings.
They’d been on the chase all afternoon, on foot for most of it. As time had quickly begun to run out, however, he’d flagged down a taxi.
9. Donna Noble was going to die. Not even forty, jobless, unmarried. Exactly the failure her mum had said she was going to be. She wasn’t single, but of course she doubted her mum would count an alien boyfriend as a success. At least she was going down in the TARDIS. She’d decided to spend the rest of her life traveling in this box, but she hadn’t thought that would come true so soon.
10. It took quite a bit of convincing to get Donna’s mother to let them all in the house. Even just to open the door a crack so they could try to convince her.
“I mean, what even are they?” She hissed through the gap.
“They’re the Ood, and they’re nice,” Donna said. “Seriously, that can feel a bit hard to find sometimes. Might as well appreciate it.”
“Hold on, what do you mean hard to find?” The Doctor turned to regard Donna now instead. “I’m the first alien you ever met, and I’m nice.”
11. Jenny saw the gun and didn’t even think twice. It wasn’t the soldier’s instinct that overtook her in that moment, but something stronger.
“No!” She pushed herself in front of her dad just as the shot rang out, and something impacted her chest. Jenny staggered, her mouth falling open. All that training and conditioning in her head since the minute she’d been born, and none of it had prepared her for this.
She felt herself fall, but never hit the ground. Someone had caught her. It was her dad.
12. When Donna found herself alive again in the proper universe, she was more than a little disoriented. Some bug was on the ground that she both did and didn’t recognize, and the fortune teller woman who had started this whole mess fled before Donna could do much more than demand, “What the hell is that?”
13. The Gryffindor and Ravenclaw third years sat nervous and excited at their desks, waiting for the start of class. Their latest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had told them today was to be a practical lesson unlike any they’d ever had before.
“It’s no good just knowing what the Unforgivables are,” the grizzled ex-Auror had stated, pacing the aisles with a wooden thump to every step. “You need to be ready for what you’ll be up against. You need to feel just how hard of a fight it will be. And no curse is harder to fight than the Imperius.”
14. It was fast approaching Christmas at Grimmauld Place, and Harry was only belatedly taking the time to notice. While the first portion of the holidays had been consumed by fear and guilt after the attack on Mr. Weasley, and then fear and guilt for his own possible possession, he could now finally start to relax thanks to his friends knocking some sense back into him. Well, it was Ginny who had really done most of the work on that; he’d been both surprised at how easily she’d managed to allay his worries, yet also ashamed that he’d completely disregarded her ability to do so until she’d forcibly reminded him.
15. Harry wasn’t even aware of climbing the stairs to the seventh floor. All he could concentrate on was the pounding in his skull courtesy of yet another useless Occlumency lesson. He grunted the password at the Fat Lady’s portrait and stumbled into Gryffindor common room.
The fire was already burning low, and the room appeared empty. He’d been hoping to find Hermione downstairs in order to beg to take a look at her Charms essay that was due tomorrow which he hadn’t even started yet. Picturing her scandalized look at the idea, however, Harry thought it was probably good she wasn’t here.
He dragged his feet over to the armchairs near the fire. Ron was likely waiting to see he got back from Snape’s dungeon, but Harry knew if he went up to his bed he wouldn’t be able to force himself to do his homework in time for class.
He was about to drop into his favorite armchair when a quiet, “Hey, Harry,” had him jumping and whirling around.
So that’s it (that’s a lie, actually, but some of my WIPs are only tiny, incoherent and out of order snippets so there wasn’t enough to scrape together for this post). Hopefully one or multiple catch your interest, and feel free to ask any and all questions because my ask box is wide open!
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The Day the Music Died Chapter 3
Title: The Day the Music Died Chapter 3
Summary: In 1959, a plane crash tragically took the lives of three musicians and their pilot. But the mysterious circumstances send the Winchester brothers on an adventure. Now they have a mystery to solve…before one of them joins the other three.
Warnings: Maybe just language. I’m trying to write this like it would be aired on TV, so violence and all that is going to be as close as it is on TV
1959
The crowd was full of energy as the man on the stage played his heart out for them. The girls screamed and cried. He was smiling as he watched everyone in the crowd. Buddy Holly was the crowd's favorite, it was obvious. He didn’t know how he had gotten so lucky.
Buddy Holly, Waylon Jennings, Tommy Allsup, and Carl Bunch were rocking the crowd while the other acts relaxed around the building. Buddy couldn’t stop smiling as he played through the songs he had been singing for the past couple years. It wasn’t the Ed Sullivan show, but at least the production value wasn’t so high that he was sick with nerves. And he had promised that Valens kid a good time on the tour.
Out in the crowd, a young man sat at a table. He sipped on his beer and watched the crowd. He would glance up at the band performing. Buddy was good, and if the man in the crowd didn’t know better, he would’ve thought he sold his soul for fame and talent. But he hadn’t. He was just actually good. The man’s eyes drifted over to another man though. He was eating at a table with some other guys, instruments sitting around them.
His boss had given him orders to follow, and he as going to follow them. He just was going to do it with style.
Buddy and his band finished playing, taking their leave. His band mates headed for the bar. He took a moment to drink some water. He thought about trying to make a call to his dear Maria. It was quiet backstage and he could finally catch up with his thoughts. He took off his glasses and closed his eyes to relax for a bit.
“Excuse me, Mr. Holly?” A voice said. Buddy put his glasses back on and examined the person standing in front of him.
“Yes?” Buddy asked.
“My name is Corson. I’m a huge fan.” He said with a smile.
“Oh, thanks. If you don’t mind though, I am just about to make a call to my wife…” Buddy said. Instead, Corson set across from him.
“My boss sent me here. And boy I’m glad he did.” Corson laughed, seeing the confusion on Buddy’s face. “His name is Crowley. He’s a real hard ass, but he has deadlines to meet and his boss is breathing down his neck.”
“Are you a reporter or something?” Buddy asked. Corson smiled.
“Or something.” He said. “Now, Mr. Holly, I think you can help me out.” His eyes flashed black, making Buddy fall out of his chair in surprise.
“What are you?” Buddy asked. Corson stood up and laughed, towering over the musician as he laid on the floor.
“I’m just a working class stiff just trying to make it.” Corson laughed. He grabbed Buddy by his shirt and pulled him up. “And I think you’re going to help me out just fine. Too bad though. You won’t be able to see that pretty little thing’s face when she tells you that she’s pregnant.” Buddy’s eyes widened. “Don’t worry, it is yours. I visited her before I came here. She’s just fine...for now.”
“Leave Maria out of this!” Buddy snapped, but Corson grabbed him by his neck.
“You just save those vocals. You’ll need them.”
“What. Are. You.” Buddy gasped. Corson laughed.
“See, where I come from, I’m just a simple grunt demon that does the dirty work of gathering souls. But here on earth, I’m Buddy Holly.” With that, a black smoke left Corson’s body and entered Buddy’s despite him trying to keep his mouth shut to keep anything out. The body of the other man fell down, groaning some. Buddy stood up and dusted his suit off, before heading to the bar to get something to drink.
****
Present
Dean pulled Baby into the parking lot of the Hilltop motel several hours later. They needed to set up a base camp, and Sam was so glad to be out of the car to stretch his long legs. Sam got out and stood by the car while Dean went to the office to get them a room. The sky was clear for now, but according to his phone, it was supposed to snow. Sam looked up then as Dean made his way to him.
“All the way on the end. In case any unwelcome visitors decide to show up in the dead of the night.” Dean said. Sam nodded and got back into the car. Dean drove down to the end and parked so they could unload the bags. They knew the drill like the back of their hand. Check the room, lay some salt, make some sigils, the whole nine yards. Only once that was done could the boys settle down. Dean flopped down on his bed, relaxing so his back could find some relief, while Sam went to the yellowed Formica table and set up his laptop.
“What are you doing?” Dean asked, looking over at his brother.
“Trying to get a little more information before we start doing any kind of investigating out there.” Sam explained.
“Well wake me when you figure something out. I need my four hours.” Dean grumbled, turning over onto his stomach and falling asleep. Sam looked over at his brother before turning his attention back to the screen.
He was finding the same things that he had told Dean in the car. A ghost that had haunted the town for years, mainly just doing little things to annoy people. Up until the past couple weeks, when three people had lost their lives due to things associated to the ghost. One woman had fallen down some stairs, another had been impaled by the ghost throwing something, and a third man had been crushed to death by a falling bookcase. So far, no connections. They didn’t live in the same house, let alone the same neighborhood. They didn’t have the same last name. They weren’t the same age. To Sam, there was no visible connection. And most of the time, ghosts usually had some sort of pattern.
“Guess we’ll just have to talk to their families and see what we can uncover.” Sam said aloud, even though he knew that Dean wasn’t listening. He looked over at Dean, who really needed the sleep. He decided then that he could handle the interviews himself. He dressed himself in his FBI suit and grabbed his ID for Agent Jennings. He left a note for Dean, telling him he would call if anything major came up, and headed out to start the interviews.
He went to the boyfriend of the first girl. Her name was Zoey.
“I don’t know what happened.” Her boyfriend, Craig, told Sam as he set across the table from him. “We were carrying boxes. And she just slipped right in front of her parents and me. And she fell down the stairs.”
“Did anything strange happen leading up this? Was there anything weird in the house?”
“I mean, it was cold. But it’s winter time. I expected it to be.” Craig told Sam. “Everything was great. We had went to the museum up off of 4th…”
“What museum?” Sam asked.
“Um, that one that talks about those musicians who died in the plane crash.” Craig said. “Why is that important?”
“I just have to cover all the details.” Sam explained, writing down the information.
The interview with the second girl’s mother went the same way. And surprisingly, she had taken her niece and nephew to the museum right before she had been stabbed. And the third victim, Jackson, had also been to the museum, his brother informed Sam. Sam pulled out his phone and called Dean while heading back to the car.
“You ditched me Sam.” Dean yawned when he answered.
“I left a note.” Sam defended. Dean looked around and finally found the note, thinking that Sam had run off.
“I knew that.” Dean said. “So, what did you find out?”
“The only connection between the three is that they visited the Museum of History.” Sam explained. “Should be worth checking out.”
“It’s going to be a lot of classical music and Civil War stuff, isn’t it?” Dean asked.
“How am I supposed to know?” Sam asked. “We can scope it out during the day time, or go do some after hours exploring.”
“Where’s the fun going during visiting hours?” Dean asked with a laugh. “Just get back here. Oh, and get some food on the way.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Sam hung up and went to go get some food from a place close to their motel. A salad for himself,with chicken and light dressing, and a burger and fries for Dean. He didn’t even forget the pie this time. He even got himself a slice, because it actually looked really good. He headed back to the motel where Dean was waiting with the laptop and some beer.
“Mmm, and you even got the pie. Good job Sammy.” Dean laughed. Sam rolled his eyes and set down with his salad and the smoothie he had snagged for himself, since he really wasn’t in a beer mood. He took the laptop from Dean, surprised to see that he was already on the museum website.
“I can’t find anything man.” Dean said. “I looked it over.”
“Well, sometimes the best way to get results is by doing.” Sam pointed out. Dean nodded and took a sip of his beer. They researched all night, until the museum was to close. They packed up the gear they needed and headed out. It was just a local little thing. Nothing big.
“So, we go in and shoot Casper?” Dean asked.
“Or try to figure out if the ghost is even here.” Sam pointed out. Shotguns full of rocksalt in hand, the boys headed to the building. The lock wasn’t hard, and from the looks of it, there wasn’t much in security. The building was dark, minus a few emergency lights. But the flashlights they had cut through the darkness with ease.
“This place would be cool to visit.” Dean laughed.
“Yeah. It’s pretty interesting.” Sam said. He leaned forward to read a plaque with information when he could see his breath. “Uh, Dean?”
“What?” Dean asked. Before Sam could say anything though, an old style jukebox in the corner flickered to life and the guitar into to La Bamba started. “What the hell?” Sam turned around, his flashlight slicing through the darkness, until it came upon a third body standing there, beat to hell.
“Shit!” Sam gasped. Dean went to his side quickly and shown his light at the other person.
“Is that...is that who I think that is?” Dean asked. Sam nodded.
“That’s Ritchie Valens.”
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I just really wanted to write something cute ok
Also I love Matthew
Matthew sighed softly as he poked at the pink and white and yellow flowers, things he’d snipped from the neighbor’s garden or parks or found growing in the sidewalk cracks on his way to work. Nothing special. Certainly less than what Roxie deserved. Tommy would probably be getting her something really nice, really pretty and thoughtful, but even though most of Matthew’s money went into savings at Kris’s insistence -- he wasn’t even letting Matthew pay rent! -- Matthew didn’t know a thing about flowers, but he did know he’d seen Max make Roxie little flower crowns and bracelets out of the wildflowers that had taken up residence in the planter outside. And the way Roxie always lit up, that bright smile, those beautiful brown eyes… maybe, if nothing else, Max could use some of these to make her a flower crown, too.
He knew he was making a gamble. Roxie might not even stop in today. It was Valentine’s Day, after all, and she might want to spend it with her boyfriend.
Matthew was well aware Roxie wasn’t going to leave him for anyone. It was clear how much they adored each other. That wasn’t the point. The point was, Matthew thought Roxie was smart and sweet and pretty, and even though he didn’t have a chance… it couldn’t be bad to know someone liked you, right? As long as he didn’t get pushy or weird.
It was still ten minutes before he had to clock in. He added a little more water to the ‘vase’ -- a jar he’d found at a charity shop -- and put it to the side where it wouldn’t get knocked over. Or noticed. The fewer questions asked, the better.
He couldn’t get away with no questions. His boss was Roxie’s dad, for God’s sake. Even if Danny didn’t notice them on the back of the shelf, he’d notice them when Roxie took them home.
If Roxie took them home. Matthew didn’t think she’d throw them away, she seemed too nice for that. But. Well. He’d have to wait and see.
The morning went on as usual. Regular customers, one-time visitors they’d never see again, the woman who always ordered the orange foamy espresso and the dad with the little boy they always made the off menu vanilla caramel smoothie for. Matthew even got to work with Rebecca today! One of his favorite coworkers! But one of the problems with that was he was hers, too, and so she noticed when his hands got a little shaky or his face flushed without warning when he suddenly thought of giving Roxie the flowers.
“Danny’s coming in today, right?” Matthew was finally able to ask during a slow point.
“Oh, yeah,” Rebecca said. “He just took the morning off because his wife works nights and he wanted to take her for breakfast before she went to bed for the day.”
Matthew’s brow furrowed. “I thought he was dating someone? When he introduced me to Tommy, Danny said he was his boyfriend’s son?”
It hadn’t been that long since then. Only a few months. Certainly not time for a marriage!
Rebecca chuckled as she pulled a glass of water to chug in between customers.
“They’re, uh, they’re complicated,” she said. “I don’t really understand it myself. But they have like. This polycule family thing going on. But he’s my boss, not my business. Everyone’s happy and that’s what matters.”
The door opened and both their heads swiveled toward the sound.
“You get the register, I’ll get the drink,” Rebecca said.
The rest of the morning went on much the same. Danny’s was a café, not just a coffee shop, so it was a place for people to stop in and read the paper, or sit with friends, or work on their laptops or homework while they drank their espresso.
Eventually, a little before 1:00, Danny strode in with a bright smile on his face and a bounce in his step. His breakfast date with his wife went well, then? Matthew could only assume so.
Danny slipped into the back for a few minutes, as he always did at the start of his shift, and when the line was taken care of, Matthew peeked back through the swinging door and said, “Uh, Danny?”
Danny looked up, eyebrows arched in question. “Hm?”
Matthew entered the room and let the door swing closed behind him. He put his hands behind his back and curled his fingers into the hem of his shirt, a nervous habit from his childhood he’d never been able to break. Danny’s smile faded.
“Hey, are you all right? Did you have trouble with someone?”
“Oh! No, no, I mean, I’m fine. I was just wondering if you knew if Roxie and Max were stopping by today?”
Danny nodded in understanding and glanced back at the spreadsheet on his laptop. “Yeah, shortly before close.”
Matthew bit his lip. His shift would be long over by then.
“Um. In that case,” he began, “um, would, uh --” His voice caught on the nervous lump in his throat and Danny looked up again.
“Matthew?” he said gently. He turned away from his laptop to give Matthew his full attention. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
Matthew shook his head. He peeked behind the cupcake decorating tools, where his pathetic little flower arrangement stood. He took a deep breath and picked it up. Danny’s brow shot up again.
“I uh, I made this for her, and I’ll be gone by the time she gets here, so could you. Could you give this to her? I know it’s not much but --”
“Matthew.” Danny’s voice was gentle, but Matthew still flinched. “You know she’s not interested in dating anyone but Tommy, right?”
Matthew sighed and his shoulders slumped. “I know,” he said. “It’s not that. I know she wouldn’t be interested. I just. I really like her, and I thought, if there’s ever a good no-strings-attached day to show it, it’s Valentine’s Day. You know? I know she’s not going to leave Tommy for me. I don’t even want her to. I just want her to know she’s special to me, is all.”
Danny smiled and gently ruffled Matthew’s hair. A first for Danny. Kris and Austin and Sara did it all the time, because Matthew was like. Their little brother or something. And it was a little weird, having his hair ruffled by his manager, but it was exactly what he needed. The anxiety melted out of his shoulders and back and he offered a tentative smile.
“I didn’t --” Matthew paused, looked down at the flowers, gently touched one of the petals of a small, bright pink flower he didn’t know the name of. “I didn’t make a card. So you don’t have to tell her it’s from me.”
“Do you want me to?” Danny asked gently.
Matthew shrugged, still looking at the flowers.
“Here,” he said, holding out his hands. Matthew handed the jar over. “I’ll put this in the fridge to keep the flowers fresh, and you think about that and let me know what you’ve decided when you leave, all right?”
Matthew smiled.
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Young Justice: Independence Day, Fireworks, and Stopover
Warning, Spoilers Ahead…
My goal is to re-watch the Young Justice series and re-read the comics before the January 4th launch of Young Justice: Outsiders. Let’s begin.
Episode 1: “Independence Day”
July 4th: We begin, appropriately enough, on the United States’ Independence Day. The title will have multiple meanings by the end of the first two episodes: the kids’ semi-independence from their mentors and Superboy’s freedom from the Cadmus Project.
Do cold villains hate the Fourth of July?
Dick is the only Robin who would have laughter as a trademark.
“Juniors doing this for attention?” – One of my favorite parts of this series is the depth of knowledge for the characters of the DC Universe – even the obscure ones. The current Icicle is a “junior” – his father was the original Icicle of the Golden Age era. As a huge fan of the B through D list characters, I have a huge appreciation for anyone who remembers the small details.
Kaldur was an interesting choice as he was a new but fairly obscure character when Young Justice debuted. Garth would have been the more logical choice as he was a founding member of the Titans along with Dick, Roy, and Wally.
I admit I wondered why the series was called Young Justice because all I was seeing were the founding members of the Titans at this point (minus Garth and Donna).
“You’ll chat it up with the cops, the bystanders, with Cold even.” – One sentence reveals so much of Barry’s personality.
“I knew we’d be the last ones here.” – Again, a Barry trait.
“Speedy is Green Arrow’s sidekick.” “Well, that makes no sense.” – Accurate.
“Why isn’t anyone just whelmed?” – Dick’s mangling of the English language begins.
“02” – The assigned numbers correspond with the members joining the team. The way to my heart is the small details.
Roy has a huge hissy even by his impatient, hot-headed nature. We discover the reason later in the series.
“We could make an exception.” – Really, the Justice League wouldn’t allow their proteges on the Watchtower? Why?
Zatara and Wotan! Yay, obscure characters for the win!
“Glad you didn’t bring you know who?” Foreshadowing!
The boys invade Cadmus in all its glory: Guardian, G-Nomes, Genomorphs, Dubbilex, and, of course, Superboy.
“Dr. Desmond” is a hint for his upcoming transformation. The “Blockbuster” label confirms it.
Wally is a science nerd. Makes sense with Barry as a mentor.
“File KR” – another hint.
“Sub-level 52”. – DC does love its 52.
Superboy! Looking more like the Teen Titans-era version than the early, scrawny, fresh out of the pod version.
Hack! – Tim is typically the Robin most associated with computers. To be fair, the Internet was pretty much non-existent when Dick and Jason were Robin.
Superboy, unsurprisingly, curb-stomps the team.
Episode 2: “Fireworks”
First appearance of the Light aka the Cadmus Board of Directors.
“Clone them.” – We later discover that one sidekick has already been cloned.
Dubbilex, the sneaky traitor, awakens the boys.
“Project: Sidekick” – Desmond is so imaginative when it comes to naming projects.
“He can talk.”
“Yes, he can.”
“Not like I said it.
Wally, listen to Dick and Kaldur and keep your mouth shut.
Kaldur is clearly the wisest of the original group.
“Batcave’s crowded enough.” – Well, it’s been said three is a crowd.
“What would Superman do?” – Everyone should apply this standard to their decisions.
“Don’t you give me orders either.” – I can see why it would be a sensitive issue – his whole life (all 16 weeks) has been controlled by others.
“You can leap tall buildings in a single bound. Still cool.” – Sweet Wally being supportive.
“Don’t apologize. This is perfect.” – That’s how you know Dick was raised by the Batman.
“I finally have room to move.” – Yeah, speed is more useful when you have to space to run.
“Grab something from Project Blockbuster.” – If you were familiar with the villain, you knew what was about to happen.
“The Genomorph hero.” – Unfortunately, this bit wasn’t followed up on.
“Everyone back.” – Protective Guardian for the win. Sadly, he’s outmatched by Blockbuster.
“Got your nose.” – Gross!
“You incredible bulk.” – Shout out to the competition.
Oh, look at protective Superboy and Aqualad covering their more delicate teammates.
The League arrives with Superman taking point.
Not loving Hawkgirl/woman’s costume.
Poor Kal breaks Superboy’s heart. Bad Kal! I understand Clark’s upset and confusion but don’t take it out on the newborn child.
“All 52 levels.” – Again, DC loves the 52.
“Why let them tell us what to do. It’s simple. Get on board or get out of the way.” – Superboy declares the true mission statement of Young Justice.
Red Tornado as team supervisor is a nod to the comic book version of Young Justice.
I did like the addition of Black Canary as team trainer. It’s a nice nod to Dinah’s combat skills which Gail Simone spent most of the 2000s building up.
“This is the Martian Manhunter’s niece.” – Another surprise choice as Miss Martian wasn’t very well known in the comics. Never will a character start out so cute and then devolve into creepiness.
M’gann’s obsession with Superboy begins immediately. We’ll discover why later in the season.
Young Justice #1: Stopover
The issue begins immediately after Superboy declares “Get on board or get out of the way.”
“Give me three days” Batman responds.
The group then realizes Superboy has nowhere to go in the meantime.
Kid Flash brings Superboy to Central City. Wally explains the situation to his parents. There is a cute moment when Mrs. West corrects Wally’s grammar: “Robin, Aqualad, and I…”
Superboy interjects with a “You weren’t there.”
Cadmus clearly didn’t instruct Superboy in conversation nuances.
Mrs. West informs Wally that he “leads a very strange life. But we’re use to it. Largely.”
Wally’s parents are way more understanding and supportive than they are in the main DC Universe.
Wally’s parents ask Superboy’s name. Wally responds “I call him Supey. I think he likes it.” Conner doesn’t look like he likes it.
We stop in on Kaldur and Arthur’s return journey to Atlantis.
Kaldur: “We meant no disrespect.”
Arthur: “I would not be much of a king if I did not allow my subjects freedom of expression. Especially when their words carry such wisdom.”
Somewhere, Garth is wondering why he never had this type of relationship with Arthur.
Conner wonders “Think Superman knows I’m here?”
Wally awkwardly reassures Conner that Superman knows he’s in Central City.
Wally awakens the next day to find Conner sleeping upright in his closet. Conner informs Wally that he is not “used to sleeping in a bed. Your closet reminded me of my Cadmus pod. Except for the funny smells.”
Poor Conner. A bed shouldn’t be a foreign concept.
The boys spend the day vegging in front of the tv. Conner is very bored. Each panel has Wally eating something different: a bag of chips, pizza, and a bucket of fried chicken.
Nice nod to Wally’s metabolism.
Late in the day a card arrives with a credit cart addressed to Wally “for expenses.”
Superboy wonders if it’s from Superman.
Wally vaguely confirms it’s from Superman with a “who else could it be from” even though he’s clearly aware it was sent by Batman.
Wally is so sweet – he keeps trying to reassure that, of course, Superman would care about Conner’s location and well-being.
Batman is also a very sweet Bat-Dad this issue. Bruce would deny it but he was consistently sweet and supportive to Conner in the first season. None of the other Leaguers thought Conner would need money to buy basic essentials like clothes. Or that the middle-class Wests would need financial support to care for Superboy. Wally’s appetite alone has to put a serious dent in their income.
If Wally hadn’t offered, I’m positive Bruce would have taken Conner back to the Batcave. If for no other reason than Alfred wouldn’t have been thrilled with the idea of an underage child being left alone. Batman would have also thought of the risks of leaving Conner on his own – Cadmus operatives could have tried to regain custody of a lone Superboy.
The boys head to the mall to shop for clothes. A nice easter egg is the name of the store the boys enter: “Forever Sixteen”. Conner was genetically locked in that age for some time in the comics.
Conner buys multiple copies of the same black shirt. Not someone who’s big on fashion.
We bop over to Gotham where Dick is impatiently wondering what Bruce is doing in the Batcave – it’s been almost two and a half days!
Alfred patiently reminds Dick that when one says three days, one means three days.
Poor Alfred has the patience of a saint. Imagine what the poor man endures on a daily basis: Bruce in all his glory; hyper, energetic Dick, Jason’s explosiveness, Damian’s demanding arrogance, and Stephanie’s boisterousness. Tim, Cassie, and Duke are the quieter children. They don’t cause Alfred as much fuss.
Back to the mall where Wally and Conner encounter Tommy and Tuppence, the Terror Twins – the same twins that Conner and M’gann impersonate at Belle Reve.
Flash and Superman arrive on the scene of the fight. Conner mutters a single “Superman” before Clark flees from the scene. To be fair, he was pursuing the Terror Twins but he couldn’t even offer a “hi” before he left?
Flash tells the boys to go home. Barry will pick the boys up in the morning because “Batman has made his decision”.
Honestly, Batman made his decision as soon as he told the kids “three days”. Bruce simply needed the three days to implement his plan.
Conner asks Wally if “Superman will be there tomorrow”. Wall responds “Uh, sure, you know…if there’s no emergency somewhere.”
Conner’s downcast face shows he doesn’t believe Wally’s statement.
Conner asks Wally “Why’d you invite me to stay with you?”
“Well, un, Aqualad lives underwater. And the Batcaves’s kind of a big secret. So I figured it’d be cool for us to hang.”
Conner smiles after Wally’s statement.
Wally is so sweet and supportive in this issue. It also shows that Wally is very trusting. He is inviting Superboy into his home with his civilian parents – and he knows how easily Conner curbstomped the entire team. But Wally knows Conner is one of the good guys and doesn’t even hesitate to bring him to Central City.
The issue ends with the final moments of the second episode.
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