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I'm Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 3
Batfamily x Batsis Story!
Word Count: 2.1K
Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst!
Tags!: @itsnottilly @cloudyskylines
Author's Note: DUN DUN DUN!!!! Y'all enjoy this now, because it's only gonna get so much more angstier soon. -Thorne
Set Three Months After PT. 2:
She didn’t have to look up to know who entered the shop, because his voice carried over the air. “Melisandre!”
Humming, she immediately plated a pastry and a hot coffee, sliding it on the counter just as he sat down. “Good morning, Wally,” she greeted, watching him take a bite. “Right on time, as always.”
He smiled, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk. “Morming Merisamdmur,” he replied, and she rolled her eyes with a snort.
“Jeez Wally, didn’t your mom teach you to not talk with your mouth full?”
Shrugging, he swallowed and said, “I was trying to be polite.”
“I think it’s more polite to chew with your mouth closed and speak after you swallow.”
They glared at each other before one of them cracked a smile and they fell into laughter. She tossed a napkin his way. “How’s your day going so far?”
Wally groaned and laid his head on the cool marble countertop. “I’ve got so much to do today, it’s not even funny.”
“Well, well, Wally the procrastinator is finally feeling his toes at the fire, huh?” She ignored his glare. “What do you have to do?”
“Barry needs my help with my cousins and my friends are coming over today to hangout and I haven’t bought any food or drinks for that and I have yet to even start cleaning my house.”
She giggled and reached over, patting his head sympathetically. “There, there, Wally. Everything will be alright. Why don’t you just bring your cousins over to your house and watch them while you hang out with your friends?”
“Because my cousins are annoying and I’m not subjecting my friends to that,” he countered and propped his chin on his palm. “Unless…”
She cocked a brow and waited for him to continue and he offered, “You come over with my cousins and help me watch them?”
“No.”
“What! Why?”
“Well for starters, I don’t know your friends and it would be weird for me to just show up.” She countered.
“They’ll like you though!” he cried, and his hand shot out, wrapping around hers. “Please, Melisandre!”
“Wally, I’ll just watch your cousins at my apartment and Iris can just come get them later, that’ll be easier and won’t force me to sit in a group of people who don’t know me.” He tried to speak but she tossed another napkin, hitting him in the face. “I’m watching Dawn and Don so you and your friends can hang out without being bothered, and that’s final.”
His face pinched. “You sure you can keep up with them?”
Something passed between them and she quirked a brow. “I can keep up with you, can’t I, Wally?”
Wally chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, that’s a fair point.” He glanced at her. “They would like you though.”
She ignored the comment in favor of, “Tell me about them. What are they like?”
He inhaled sharply and took a moment to think. “Donna’s strong willed, Roy’s loud, Lilith likes to get in your head, Garth is easy to annoy, and Dick’s kinda the glue that keeps us together.”
“Dick? He get that from Richard by asking nicely?”
Wally barked a laugh. “Oh, I’m definitely gonna tell him you said that.” He nodded. “But yeah, his name is Richard Grayson, but he goes by Dick.”
Her eyes almost bulged out of her head and she was lucky that Wally was looking at his watch then.
Don’t ask. Don’t do it. Leave it alone.
But she couldn’t stop herself.
“Richard Grayson?” she feigned. “Why does that name sound familiar?”
Wally met her eyes. “Bruce Wayne.”
She snapped her fingers. “Right! The ward.” Wiping the counter, she added, “I heard they added a new addition to that family too. A daughter, right? Cassie? Cassidy?”
“Cassandra,” Wally corrected. “Yeah, that’s Dick’s new sister.” He put his elbows on the counter. “She’s nice, doesn’t talk a lot though.”
“The quiet one, then?”
He laughed. “Of them all.”
Don’t dig any deeper, (Y/N). Keep your fucking mouth shut and let it go.
“I always wondered what happened to that other daughter he had,” she murmured, and Wally’s face blanched like he’d witnessed a murder.
“What?”
She met his gaze. “He had another daughter. I think her name was (Y/N).”
He swallowed thickly. “He does.”
“Does? She’s still around?”
“Yeah, she’s in some Italian villa.”
“Wait really? I thought she died or something?”
“What? No! She left—” Wally snapped his mouth shut like he was about to reveal a secret, but she knew anyways. “She left and went to Europe for a mental retreat.” He finalized and she wondered if that was the story Dick told him to say if anyone asked. Or maybe it was Bruce.
“It’s been like three years now, right? You’d think she’d post something on social media.”
“The whole point of a mental retreat, Melisandre, is to get away from social media.”
Oh please, I know plenty of elite who do that shit and still post crap on their socials.
“There’s no way that girl hasn’t.”
“Why do you say that?”
She scoffed. “Oh please, she’s the daughter of a multi-billionaire. There’s no way a girl that wears Gucci belts and carries Prada purses keeps herself off social media.”
Wally’s eyes narrowed like he was thinking hard about something and she internally cursed.
Oh, smooth move you dumbass.
She coughed and waved a hand. “Well, it’s all theory anyway.”
After a moment, he nodded. “Yeah…theory.” Wally got to his feet and handed her the empty plate. “I should go ahead and get back to my place and clean up before they get here.”
“Have fun,” she smiled, and he grabbed her arm.
“Take a pic with me.”
“What? Why?”
“So, I can tell my friends about you and prove I’m not lying.” He pouted. “Pretty please, Melisandre?”
Don’t do it. Dick will know. You know he’ll know.
She smiled despite her internal thoughts. “Sure.”
Wally grinned and raised the camera where she was in the background. She threw up a peace sign and gave a cheesy grin, momentarily blinded by the flash of the camera.
She spun and filled a bag with pastries then handed it to him. “Here, so you can give even more proof.”
Wally took the bag and hopped onto the counter, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek. “Thanks Melisandre!” And he was dashing out the door.
You’ve ruined it all. This is going to come back to bite you in the ass. And it’s going to come quicker than you think.
She frowned and wiped down the counter again, trying to ignore her thoughts. Maybe. Just maybe, it wouldn’t.
***
Waving Barry and Iris off, she smiled as the twins climbed into the backseat of their car and the taillights signaled their departure. She closed the door behind her and glanced at the mess the two tornadoes had left. Even for the little she had in her apartment, they sure did know how to make a mess.
She sighed as she bent over to pick up one of the cushions when her doorbell rang and she stood up, confusion coming over her as she made her way to the door.
“Hello?” she asked, and a muffled voice echoed from the other side.
“Melisandre, it’s me, Wally. Can I come in?”
She opened the door, surprised to see him. “Wally? What are you doing here? I thought you were with your friends?”
“Yeah, I told them I had to do something really quickly,” he said as entered her apartment. He took a moment to examine her living room. “Man, Dawn and Don did a number here, didn’t they?”
She chuckled. “We had fun building forts.” Nudging him in the side, she added, “I don’t mind the mess.” She looked at him. “Do your friends know? About you being…you know?”
He nodded. “We’re all special in some way.”
Understatement there, Wally.
“So, why tell them you need to do something then come to me? Is everything alright?”
Busying herself with the couch cushions, she waited for him to explain, but nothing could’ve prepared her for his words.
“It will be once I get to the bottom of it…(Y/N).” She froze for a split second, but it was all he needed. “It really is you, isn’t it?”
(Y/N) stood upright and gazed at him. “When did you know?” Her voice was a lot colder than she meant for it to be.
“I had suspicion for a while, but when I showed the picture to everyone, Dick said it looked like you.”
“Really?” she laughed. “I thought I did a good job changing my appearance from three years ago.”
Wally didn’t laugh, he merely gaped at her. “Why?”
“Why what?” (Y/N) knew what he was referring to.
“Why’d you just leave?” He took a step towards her. “Do you have any idea what your family has gone through since you disappeared on them? The grief? The shame?”
She shrugged. “I explained everything in the letter I wrote my dad, Wally. There’s no reason why they should still be concerned with me.”
“They love you!” he shouted, taking her by surprise. “They love and miss you so much!”
“My family ignored me for eighteen years straight, Wally!” She yelled right back. “What was I supposed to do? Sit and pretend being forgotten was all normal?!” (Y/N) couldn’t help but shove at his chest. “I chose to leave because my next choice was taking a swan dive off Wayne Enterprises!”
His eyes went wide, and she shook her head. “I left because the only person who cared about me, was me.” She turned and fixed the final couch cushion while he watched her do so.
“They’re still looking for you, you know. Dick is always staring at his phone hoping there’s a text from Jason or Tim that they’ve found a sign of you.”
(Y/N) sighed. “If you’re trying to guilt trip me, Wally, it’s not going to work.” She shot him a glare. “I got over the fucking guilt the second the flight to Central took off. I got over the fucking guilt the night I laid in a hotel room bed curled into a ball where I cried myself to sleep. I got over the fucking guilt the moment I realized I’ve done so much better on my own than when I was there.”
She marched up to him and got in his face. “I got over the fucking guilt when I realized Barry and Iris Allen were more of a family than four brothers and dad ever were.”
They glared at each other and finally, she let out a sigh. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve already started a new life here and I have no plans of ever going back.”
“At a college that doesn’t have a real name. You know that’s illegal, right?”
(Y/N) scoffed. “What’re you gonna do, Wally? March into four-C and tell them Bruce Wayne’s daughter is going to school under a false name? We both know you wouldn’t.”
“I’ll tell Dick,” he suddenly shot back, and she went rigid.
“You wouldn’t dare,” (Y/N) threatened and he took a step towards her, getting nose to nose with her.
“Try me.”
They stared one another down and she said, “I think you need to leave, Wally West.”
His eyes narrowed. “Yeah, I guess I should.” He spun on his heel and marched to the door, but stopped when she questioned,
“Are you really going to tell him?”
Wally gazed at the ground for a moment then he murmured, “…No…it’s not my place to.”
(Y/N) swallowed and nodded. “Thank yo—”
“Don’t thank me, (Y/N). I’m lying to my best friend about knowing the real location of his baby sister he misses dearly.”
She looked away. “Cassandra is his baby sister now. He should focus on her.”
“You really have no idea about what they feel for you, do you, (Y/N)?” He asked, and she grunted.
“Get out, Wally.”
“Don’t worry, I’m gone,” he spat, slamming the door behind him, hard enough that it shook the walls that held the doorframe.
(Y/N) stared at the door for a few moments then cursed sharply and collapsed onto her couch, eyes directed to the ceiling. Three years down the drain in one conversation.
Way to go, (Y/N). You did a spectacular job of keeping it all under wraps.
She groaned and picked herself off the couch, not caring about the mess as she headed to bed. She’d deal with it all in the morning.
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Possessed Part 2: Chapter One: Bored
Originally I was going have the fic end on the open ended bad ending of King Boo winning but while I was writing the penultimate chapter of that I had an evil idea occur to me and felt called to do it so I did. (This next part is kinda spoilers for said evil idea which is revealed in fic at the very start of chapter 3, meaning 7 overall, this part 2 revolves around it so it's not a huge deal for it to be spoiled but if you want to find out what's up with what's happening when our characters do don't read the next paragraph.)
While writing the part where Luigi feels King Boo's emotions about his victory over the Mario bros in such a way that I wrote it as if I were writing from King Boo's POV, I had the thought of what if overtime because of this possession arrangement, their minds became closer and closer so that they started experiencing each other's thoughts and emotions in that way more and more until they essentially felt like or became the one entity instead of two? And then I was like, oh that's like fusion from Steven Universe but very much unwanted from both parties and very, very bad for poor Luigi because he's fusing with evil, violent King Boo. And then I had the idea for the scene that requires the new 'attempted murder that looks like attempt suicide' tag (happens next chapter, I'll probably put a thing at the top, saying how to skip it if you want) and that sealed the deal on me writing this.
I don't know if everything in it makes complete sense or if everyone's completely in character (especially E. Gadd, I never feel like I know what I'm doing when writing him but I do my best and that's all I can ask of myself) but it was a lot of fun to write regardless so I hope y'all enjoy it too. :)
‘I think I’m starting to get bored of this,’ King Boo said as they woke up.
Groggy and hungover from last night’s drinking, it took Luigi a couple seconds to parse what King Boo had just implied. Really? He didn’t dare hope… did he? He’d just about given up on this nightmare ever ending. The only solace he’d found was that King Boo liked to ‘escape proper consciousness’ as he liked to put it, meaning sleep, alcohol, and whatever drugs he could find to experiment with. It was highly unpleasant but at least Luigi was only partially aware of his situation for sometimes hours at a time.
‘Yep.” King Boo sat up and looked around. They were on a rooftop, neither of them remembered how they’d gotten here. King Boo didn’t care though and Luigi was having trouble doing so either. ‘I think I experimented with about everything I can get my hands on. Also, you’ve stopped caring about stuff and that’s just plain boring.’ And as nice as this little vacation was, he really needed to get back to his boos soon, he was their king after all. … That wasn’t a thought Luigi was supposed to be privy to. ‘That’s another reason I want done with this.’ King Boo couldn’t be having Luigi knowing all his thoughts and feelings and the longer they shared a body, the more often that was occurring when he didn’t want it to. He couldn’t seem to do anything about it which was why this arrangement needed to end sooner rather than later.
He stood and walked them over the edge of the roof to look down at the street below. It wasn’t a super long fall but it would probably hurt quite a bit. King Boo was tempted to jump off to see just how bad it would be.
Please don’t. Luigi would rather not take any more injuries than he already had. Even if lately King Boo possessing him seemed to make his body heal faster than normal, it still hurt. You were thinking about letting me go?
‘I didn’t say that, just that I’m getting bored of this. I need to decide if I should let you go or kill you.’ As far as Luigi could tell, he was honestly undecided. He could probably press at King Boo’s mind to find out why but didn’t dare. … If he did, that’d be weighing the odds against him.
Uh… all righty then. I vote you let me go.
‘Killing you would be fun though.’
Not like this. You’ve already defeated me. And Luigi was still ashamed of it. He should’ve been able to fight back but… it had just happened so fast. Wouldn’t it be better if you… let me live to be tormented by that and… the fear that you’ll… come back and do it again? He understood King Boo far too well for his liking at this point. Being dead himself, he didn’t consider death to be a horrible fate.
He laughed out loud. ‘True. I could also turn you into a painting to crown this victory for ever.’ And if he ever wanted a meat suit to play around in again, he’d have it right there.
Luigi did the mental equivalent of a gulp. You could do that too. It’d be easier to rescue him from a painting though, right? … Theoretically yes, but King Boo wouldn’t let that happen. … It might be the best Luigi could hope for though.
Another laugh from King Boo, this one only Luigi could hear. ‘I guess it’s decided then, a painting it is.’ He stepped back from the edge at last and started for the door that should lead into whatever building this was. Luigi groaned and pulled his mind in on itself as much as he could. Being turned into a painting was better than death though and probably better than his current circumstances so… maybe this wasn’t so bad?
A few days later
King Boo’s kingdom was unsurprisingly a haunted forest. One could tell at a glance it was haunted due to the tall spindly trees being dead and dark. There even seemed to be an almost visible murky atmosphere to the place before they’d even stepped foot into it. Which they had had to do because there weren’t any roads that led into it and certainly not enough space between the trees to allow for a car to pass through.
There didn’t even seem to be any path leading in. King Boo ditched Luigi’s car and strode right in, ducking underneath a low hanging branch.
The pace he set was steady but slow, he was in no hurry. Which was fine, it delayed how long it would be before Luigi ended up as a painting. … It was night though; the woods were spooky and dark, lit only by the partly clouded moon overhead and King Boo’s crown. And it was absolutely crawling with phantoms, fleeting past Luigi’s peripheral vision and making all sorts of spooky noises just out of sight. If he had any control of his body, he’d have been shivering and jumping at every single sound, real or imagined and probably running the exact opposite direction
King Boo of course wasn’t bothered, he strode confidently through the dead underbrush and around the scary looking trees. ‘How are you still afraid of ghosts? You’ve defeated how many with E. Gadd’s stinky vacuum?’ He made a loud exaggerated gagging noise to emphasize exactly how the felt about said vacuum. ‘And we’re not even that scary to begin with.’
Luigi didn’t get it either. It was illogical but they were still scary. He’d been working on that with Polterpup but then… this happened. King Boo scoffed and kept going.
Eventually they reached the clearing in which King Boo’s mansion took up majority of the available space. It was old and scary looking but not as large as Luigi would’ve thought it would be. Which didn’t mean it was small by any means but definitely not as big as Peach’s castle.
As they approached the entrance, three boos came shooting out, phasing through the door. Internally Luigi jumped and screamed, the only thing worse than ghost creeping through the shadows was ghosts popping out at him. … King Boo found that was funny, he should’ve tried jump scaring Luigi more, maybe one of his past schemes would’ve been successful if he had.
The boos looped around, slowing to a rest in front of King Boo and Luigi. “Welcome back boss,” the boo on the left said.
“You still have Luigi,” the middle added.
“What are you going to do with him?” the right boo finished.
King Boo gave them a genuine smile, not his typical evil one but one that felt as if he was just happy to see his boos again. Which was such a strange feeling from him, it was actually creepy.
“I’ve decided to turn him into a painting,” King Boo said, pushing down his annoyance that Luigi was more privy to his thoughts and feelings than he was supposed to be.
The boos laughed in near unnerving unison that sent a shiver down Luigi’s metaphorical spine. They followed King Boo back in as he entered.
Inside was a surprisingly grand living room. A large cushy sofa with matching chairs and cushions took up the bulk of the floorspace on top of a thick rug covered in intricate designs. A gorgeous crystal chandelier huge down from the ceiling, the dancing light from the fireplace, reflecting off its dangling bits, giving it an almost sparkly look. There was a large painting of an abstract night sky hung above the fireplace, completing the fancy feel of the room. If it wasn’t for the many boos and even a few standard ghosts suddenly all turning to look at him, Luigi probably would’ve found the place quite nice.
Abandoning their comfy seats, all the boos and ghosts rushed to crowd around King Boo. Being surround by a horde of boos was perhaps the scariest thing Luigi had encountered in a while. … All they did though was welcome King Boo home and congratulate him on his victory over the Mario bros. They all seemed happy to have their ‘boss’ back and King Boo was glad to be back.
‘See? Not so scary.’ Well… Luigi still didn’t like it no matter how ridiculous King Boo thought he was being.
Once all the ghosts had finally had their say, King Boo ordered them to take down the night sky portrait and put it in the music room. He then ordered another boo to bring down an empty painting frame that would take its place. It was rather obvious what that empty painting frame was for.
How aware would Luigi be in the painting? Mario and the toads had all said they didn’t remember anything of it so maybe it’d just be like a long sleep. Which honestly wouldn’t be so bad even if it lasted for forever. But… what if one was aware while in a painting but didn’t remember anything of it when they came out? Did that even make sense?
‘When I was trapped in that painting you and E. Gadd put me in, I was aware of every moment of it,’ King Boo cut in with an inward snarl. ‘So I really hope you will be to.’
Luigi whimpered but did his best not to think about it anymore. … Except the boo ordered to retrieve the empty painting frame choose that moment to swoop back into the room and present it to King Boo, holding it ready for him.
‘Anything else you want to say to me? Beg for mercy perhaps?’ King Boo hoped he would, it’d be a great send off. If Luigi was convincing enough, he might even…
No! Luigi could feel the lie in that thought. He wasn’t going to get mercy no matter how much he begged so he wasn’t going to. Just get it over with already. It’d be better than having his body controlled by King Boo for even a second longer.
King Boo chuckled. ‘Finally, some backbone. Very well though, this was fun. Maybe I’ll pull you out occasionally to play around some more. For now though, goodbye.’
He called on his power, causing his crown to glow brighter. There was an uncomfortable pulling sensation on Luigi’s soul and… King Boo’s magic sparked and fizzled out. … They were suddenly both very worried and Luigi couldn’t tell where his concern ended and King Boo’s began. … King Boo pushed that aside though and tried again, putting more force behind it. … It still didn’t work, the same thing happened as before, only more intense.
Growing desperate now, King Boo tried again. This time he kept pulling past the point of discomfort until… it felt kind of like their souls were struck by lightning as his magic sparked again, sending a tremor through both of them that translated into a physical shudder.
“What’s wrong boss?” the boo holding the empty painting asked as they all crowded a bit closer.
King Boo looked up at him, his hands trembling a little as he forced an unsteady smile. “I think I might be stuck in here.”
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an unlikely reunion // carol danvers
summary: you meet carol danvers at a bar and don't realise how important she'll become in your life until one day, she's gone and you're left feeling angry that she never came back. Or so you thought.
warning/s: mentions of alcoholism.
author's note: this kinda came to me all at once so i just got it all down before i forgot lol. hope y'all like it!
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I served the sleazy man who was disgustingly checking me out with a forced smile, before going to the other end of the bar where I saw two women take a seat.
"Hi, what can I get you guys?" I asked, a little relieved it was two women I was serving for a change.
"Two beers please," the dark-haired woman said with a smile, before looking to her friend. "I'm just gonna head to the bathroom, I'll be back."
I nodded and grabbed two beers from the fridge, popping the lids off, before setting them on the bar. "Anything else?" I asked the blonde who was left behind as her friend used the bathroom.
"No, thanks," she said, smiling gratefully.
I returned the smile and went to refilling the nuts tray beside her. When I placed them back, my eyes drifted to the dog tag hung around the blonde's neck, similar to the ones I'd seen some of the Air Force guys wearing around Pancho's the past few days.
"You're in the Air Force," I blurted out accidentally.
The blonde met my eyes and gave me a confused smile. "Huh?"
Kind of having to follow through with what I was saying, I nodded to her dog tag. "The dog tag. Air Force, right? From the base near here?"
She chuckled and nodded. "Yeah."
"That's really cool," I said, smiling impressively.
"You think?"
"Well, yeah," I said, sure of myself. "I mean, you must be doing something you love, even with all of these..." I looked around the bar, at all the obnoxious, self-righteous men who were also part of the Air Force, "...obstacles in the way."
The blonde laughed and I smiled at the sound.
"I guess," she said with a shrug, taking a sip of her beer before nodding to me. "What about you, though? Surely you're doing something you love?"
I snickered, leaning back against the counter behind me. "More like the only thing I'm good at."
She gave me a knowing look. "I'm sure that's not true."
I challenged her expression with a humoured smile. "Well, my dad was an alcoholic, so yeah, the only thing I'm pretty much good at is preparing drinks."
The blonde raised her eyebrows, surprised. "Shit, I'm sorry."
I waved her off. "It's cool. It's something to joke about."
The stranger straightened up, leaning forward as she stared up at me with hopeful eyes. "I'm sure you could do something more if you put your mind to it."
I shrugged. "Maybe. I'm saving up for something, but I don't know what yet."
She smiled, her eyes squinting gorgeously. "There you go then."
I returned the smile, a newfound interest developing in this complete stranger who I'd somehow just shared parts of my life with that nobody really knew. My eyes flickered down to her dog tag, which I found intriguing, and I stood up straight.
"Can I see it?" I asked curiously.
She realised I was looking at her dog tag and nodded, saying, "Sure," before pulling it from around her neck and holding it out for me.
I smiled excitedly and took it from her, leaning on the bar in front of her and studying it closely.
"Carol Danvers," I read aloud, before looking up, a little surprised to see her hazel eyes studying me closely. "Nice to meet you."
I handed it back to her, watching as she pulled it around her neck and lifted her hair that was caught.
"You, too...," she said, before raising an eyebrow.
"Y/N Y/L/N," I filled in, standing up with a smile.
"Y/N Y/L/N," she repeated, and I wouldn't admit it then, but my name sounded good coming from her lips. "You're new here, aren't you?"
"As of a few days ago," I said, before jokingly adding, "They just couldn't resist my amazing drink-making skills."
Carol laughed. "Yeah, I'm sure."
"Hey, can I get a drink over here?!" someone called from the other end of the bar, ruining the moment.
"Duty calls," I mumbled, giving Carol one last smile before leaving to serve another customer.
The rest of my shift that evening wasn't as bad compared to the past few days, since Carol and her friend, Maria, were there to keep me company. It was nice to be able to talk to customers who weren't checking me out or flirting with me whilst half-drunk. Plus, they were lovely ladies who were amazingly cool pilots.
The two women stopped by quite frequently and I learnt they were regulars, as were most of their team on the Air Force. It was fun talking to them when they came every few evenings, and I was beginning to look forward to their arrival when they came since they made my shift a whole lot better.
Especially Carol, who I was growing fond of. She was funny and confident and I was trying ever so hard to figure out if she was into girls or not, because there were moments - glances or little touches - between us that felt more than 'friendly'. I didn't want to assume though, so I never really pursued it.
There was one evening when it wasn't that busy and Carol and Maria were there, keeping me company. We were talking about whether it was better going out to watch a film or to rent one and stay in - silly, but that's what we happened to be talking about.
"We should get going," Maria said, checking the time on her watch. "Monica's babysitter leaves at eight."
Monica was Maria's kid, whom she'd mentioned countless times. I'd never met her, but she sounded adorable by the way her and Carol described her.
"Okay, well it was nice seeing you guys again!" I said with a smile, watching as Maria got up.
"Er, is it cool if I stay for a little longer? I'll catch the bus home," Carol said, looking up at Maria.
I wasn't sure what was happening, but after a few exchanged glances between them both, Maria nodded, smiling at us both.
"Okay, I'll see you later, Carol. See ya, Y/N!" she said, waving at us both.
I waved goodbye and watched her leave before looking to Carol with a teasing smile. "Are my ever-so-interesting topics of conversation too much for you to resist that you chose to stay, Danvers?"
Carol bit her lip to contain her laugh. "Yeah. You nailed it."
Her choosing to stay that evening told me all I needed to know - she was interested.
***
I was wiping the empty tables down with a cloth when I heard the front door open.
"Hey, Carol," Pancho, the owner, called from the bar, "good to see you!"
I turned around, surprised to see Carol here during the day. She was smiling in Pancho's direction.
"Hey, Pancho," she said, "you, too."
She met my eyes and smiled wider, approaching me.
"Hey," she greeted.
"Hey...," I replied, still a little confused. I smiled with amusement, asking, "What are you doing here?"
"Well, you said you had breaks at lunch, and I was off from work today, so I was wondering if you wanted to grab a bite to eat," she explained.
I gave her a playful smile. "Now how can I say no to that when you've made the trip here?"
She rolled her eyes, but a smile ghosted her lips, making me laugh.
"Give me a few minutes and I'll be out," I told her, to which she nodded.
I finished up the last table and went into the back to return the cleaning supplies, before grabbing my jacket, feeling a little excited to spend some more time with Carol one on one.
"I'll be back in an hour, Pancho," I called out to the owner as I joined Carol by the door.
"I'll see you then, Y/N," he said with a smile.
I looked to Carol. "Ready?"
She smiled. "Ready."
The two of us left the bar and I saw a few cars parked up, probably belonging to the few customers inside currently. Carol led us to a dusty old pickup truck and I nodded my head with admiration.
"Nice truck."
Carol shrugged. "It's not really mine. I borrowed it from Maria."
I smiled, suppressing the urge to laugh. "It's the first date and you're not even gonna try to lie? Props to you, Danvers."
She widened her eyes nervously. "I- er- f-first date?"
My smile faded as I realised I'd interpreted this all wrong. "Oh, er, I thought that- I mean, it just seemed like you were asking me out. I can go back inside and pretend this didn't happen if you want."
I was already backing up awkwardly when she rested a hand on my arm, stopping me from going further.
"No, no, I mean, stay," she got out, meeting my eyes. "A date. Yeah."
I smiled. "Yeah?"
She mirrored my smile, relaxing a little. "Yeah. But I was only planning on taking you to Burger King or something, so that's a pretty shit first date."
I laughed. "Burger King sounds perfect, Carol."
She breathed out with relief before motioning for me to go to the truck. "After you then."
Carol drove us to the nearest Burger King, the two of singing along to whatever was on the radio. It was nice and I was glad I'd misinterpreted the whole thing because it seemed like she wanted to ask me out, but didn't know how. She was so confident with everything she did, so it was refreshing to see her grow nervous over the little things. Adorable, actually.
After getting our food and taking a seat in one of the booth's, I dug into my fries hungrily.
"So, I figured out what I'm saving up for finally," I spoke first, glancing at Carol. "If you're interested."
Carol gave me a knowing look. "Of course I'm interested, Y/N. So, what is it?"
I slurped my drink before saying, "College."
She grinned opposite me. "Y/N, that's amazing!"
I smiled to myself. "Yeah, it is... I never really got to go because, well, my dad was a drunken mess. But now my savings are building up and I realised I want to learn. To do something I'm passionate about."
Carol watched me with a heartwarming smile. "And what's that?"
I pulled a face. "Okay, so I haven't exactly figured that out yet..." Carol laughed and I slapped her hand gently, before continuing, "...but I've got time. I'm still saving up, and I've got a long way to go, but I'm gonna figure out. Figure out what I enjoy. Kinda like you with flying."
Carol's eyes glistened as she stared at me, making my heart beat a little faster. "That's seriously amazing, Y/N. You should be so proud of yourself."
"I'm getting there," I joked, making her shake her head with amusement.
I continued eating, a comfortable silence settling between us, before I decided to speak again.
"Out of curiosity, if you didn't think this was a date, what did you think it was? You just wanted to get lunch with me?"
Her cheeks flushed a little as she nodded. "Well, yeah."
I bit my lip to contain my amusement. "You made the trip to see me and caught me on my break. You also remembered specifically when that was, when I've only mentioned it once. Also, we've never really hung out outside of Pancho's before. Did you think that's what friends did?"
Carol's cheeks were pink now and she smiled with embarrassment, looking down to her food.
"Because that's a little gay, Carol," I whispered playfully, aware that there were others around us who might hear.
Carol shook her head, avoiding my eyes as I laughed at how cute she looked. Finally, she met my eyes with a knowing smile.
"For a person who isn't sure what what she wants in life, you're very confident when it comes to all of this stuff."
I cocked my head to the side, grinning at her. "Gee, thanks, Danvers."
Carol and I went on a few more dates after that, all of them going just as well as the last. I was seriously starting to develop feelings for this woman, but none of us had made the move yet. I wanted her to kiss me, but she hadn't yet and I was wondering when the time would come. If it would ever come.
One evening, I was in the midst of closing up Pancho's for the night, having cleared out the last few customers not long ago. I'd just finished washing all the glasses and was stacking them on the shelves and under the counter when I heard a knocking on the doors.
"We're closed!" I called out, putting a glass down under the counter before standing up to see who it was. Carol stood there, smiling and waving at me adorably from the other side of the doors.
I chuckled and headed to the door to unlock it. I noticed she was wearing her pilot uniform when she walked in, her dog tag around her neck like it was the first time we met.
"Hey," she greeted with a smile, before looking around with surprise. "Wow, it looks creepy in here when it's empty."
I sighed, smiling at the blonde. "What are you doing here, Carol? It's almost midnight."
Carol looked to me again, tearing her attention from the empty bar. "Yeah, well I finished work later than I wanted to. I was going to come earlier, but Dr. Lawson had other plans... anyway, I thought I'd drop by and see if you were still open."
"We're not," I teased.
She gave me a knowing look. "You're not gonna kick me out... right?"
I laughed, heading to the bar. "No, I'm not going to kick you out. It's sweet you stopped by. But I can't really chat because I have to finish cleaning up before I leave."
"I can help with that," she offered, taking a seat on the stool at the bar.
"You don't need to do that," I assured her, finishing stacking the remaining glasses. "You've been working all day. You should go home and get some sleep. Don't you have early starts?"
"I haven't seen you all day though," she reasoned, standing up, "so if I have to help you clean up to have a conversation with you, I'll do it."
I quirked an eyebrow at her and she merely smiled cheekily.
"What's first, boss?" she asked.
I rolled my eyes playfully before nodding to the disinfectant and cloth sitting on one of the tables. "You wanna start wiping down surfaces?"
She saluted me. "Aye, aye, Capt-"
"Don't finish that sentence, you nerd," I said, laughing now.
She flashed me a beautiful smile before getting to work.
The two of us spent the next hour cleaning up the place and it was anything but boring. We put some music on from the jukebox and sang along to help make things more fun. I was glad to have Carol there, even if she was pretending that she wasn't tired from work.
She ended up driving me home afterwards, in her newly bought pickup truck, and walked me to my front door like a gentlewoman.
"Thanks again for helping me out tonight," I said, a small smile playing on my lips.
"My pleasure," she said. "You working tomorrow evening?"
"Yeah."
"I'll see you after work then," she promised, smiling down at me before stepping forward and hugging me. "Goodnight, Y/N."
I returned the hug, revelling in her warmth and the sweet smell of her perfume. "Goodnight, Carol."
She pulled away, smiling at me, and I froze when her eyes met mine. She hesitated, still holding me, as her eyes flickered down to my lips and my heart started to beat faster. Was she finally going to do it?
Except she didn't. She cleared her throat and pulled away, smiling awkwardly. She nodded my way before turning to leave, except I wasn't having it.
I sighed, calling, "Carol."
She turned around and I wasted no time in grabbing her dog tag and using it to drag her towards me, before kissing her. I kept ahold of her and closed my eyes, growing warm when she began to kiss me back, resting her hand on my face. She was gentle and careful and I found myself smiling when we pulled apart, breathlessly.
"Goodnight, Carol," I said, my lips tingling.
She breathed out, biting her lower lip to contain her smile. "Goodnight, Y/N."
***
From that night onwards, Carol and I officially became girlfriends. Maria knew and that was about it because of the world we lived in, but I didn't care because I had Carol and that was enough.
"So, this is where you work," I said, my voice echoing in the hangar where the planes were stored. "This is awesome."
I watched as Carol jumped out from one of the plane's cockpits at the sound of my voice. She seemed confused at first, until she realised it was me and a smile formed on her lips.
"How did you get in here?" she asked, approaching me.
"Maria let me in," I explained, wrapping my arms around her waist, knowing we were alone so we could act normally. "I wanted to see you at work and she said it was okay."
"Well, this is the best surprise I've had all day," she admitted, eyes meeting mine and glistening with happiness.
"What, no kiss?" I teased, raising an eyebrow. "Or do I have to make the first move?"
She sighed, a smile playing on her lips. "You ever gonna let me live that one down?"
Ever since our first kiss, I would use any chance I could to embarrass Carol about the fact that she wimped out last second. It always made her embarrassed, but I loved it because she was too cute about the whole thing.
I chuckled, shaking my head. "Never. And I believe it went something like this..." I grabbed her dog tag and pulled her closer before pressing my lips to hers, feeling a surge of butterflies in my stomach at the taste of her lips against mine.
"Ah, never gets old," I joked when we pulled apart, making her smile.
We grew closer from there on out and I fell in love with the pilot, admitting it after a few months had passed. We stayed in a relationship for a year, until something happened.
I knew about her job and I always tried to understand when she rambled excitedly about new projects she was working on with Dr. Lawson, but she either spoke too fast or went on about things I didn't get, so I never questioned her. She was happy, so I was happy.
And I guess I blamed myself because maybe if I listened to her, I could've understood how dangerous her mission was and stopped her.
But I didn't listen, and one day, after leaving for a special mission, she kissed me goodbye and never came back.
I found out from Maria, who was as heartbroken as I was. Except I wasn't just heartbroken, I was fuming.
"I told her to come back safely," I got out through salty tears. I was holding Carol's dog tag, the metal half-melted from the crash. It was the only thing they recovered of Carol, and Maria wanted me to have it. "She was supposed to come back."
"It wasn't a safe flight," Maria said, her energy drained. "I should've stopped her."
"What?" I asked, snapping my head to Maria. "It wasn't safe?"
Maria shook her head, her own tears falling. "It was a test flight. It was just supposed to be Lawson doing it, but Carol just had to help her."
I clenched my jaw, growing angry at everything. The world, God, Carol.
"She lied to me," I growled, clutching the dog tag. "She told me it was a simple flight. She... she lied..."
"She probably didn't want to worry you, Y/N," Maria tried to reassure me, but I was too pissed to care for her words.
"No! That's not fair!" I yelled, before throwing the dog tag across the room. "I don't want that. I hate Carol for lying to me. She left! She should be here! She said she would be back and she fucking lied! She fucking lied..."
I was crying now, sobbing into my hands. I felt Maria wrap her arms around me, pulling me in for a hug.
"She said she'd be back," I muttered between sobs.
"I know, sweetie, I know," Maria cooed, rubbing soothing circles on my back.
"I hate her..."
***
Six years had passed since that moment, that moment when I lost one of the few people in my life whom I loved dearly.
I ended up going to university, studying business management and getting my degree. I was now partners with Pancho and had helped him franchise his business, opening two bars across North America. It all worked out. Almost.
It hurt at first, losing Carol, because I was constantly trying to fight the anger I held for her for leaving and lying to me. I avoided talking about her, even with Maria and Monica. It hurt too much. But when I went to university, all I could think about was Carol. She was the reason I'd gone in the first place and I wished she was there to see me. But she wasn't. So, when I graduated, I tried my hardest to forget about her.
It was going well, until Maria explained to me that she was back.
Carol was back and in fact had never died. She'd been here for a few days now, but Maria hadn't told me because she needed to make sure, for my sake. But it was real and Carol was alive. Part alien with superpowers, but alive.
"She's beginning to remember things," Maria explained from across me at her kitchen table. "She remembers you. Well, who you are to her. She's waiting outside right now, but you don't have to see her if you don't want to."
I ran my hand through my hair, still trying to grasp the concept that Carol was here. Maria had explained everything she'd been through and I was adjusting, but I was so confused to how I felt. I was, of course, over the moon that she was alive this whole time. I was still hurting though, frustrated and pissed at her for leaving. Yeah, it wasn't her fault, but she'd lied to me. I don't know, I needed to blame someone. It was the only logical thing I could do all these years without going insane with grief.
"I'll see her," I said to Maria. "Let's go."
Maria nodded, giving me an encouraging smile, before leading me outside.
Carol was sat at Maria's workbench in the back garden, messing around with the tools. When she heard us approaching though, she stood up and stepped forward.
I gasped a little, shocked that she was really there. All these years and she was back. She looked the same, save for her longer hair. Still as beautiful as ever.
"Hey, Y/N," she spoke first, her voice penetrating through me like a shard of broken glass.
I suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotions. I thought I was okay with this, with her being back. But seeing her stood before me with a small smile on her annoyingly stunning face, alive and very much not dead, pissed me off. All the anger from the past six years built up and bubbled to the surface as she awaited my response.
I didn't even realise I'd punched her square in the face until she was clutching her cheek with her hand and Maria had stepped between us.
"Y/N!" Maria shouted, glaring at me.
I widened my eyes, realising what I'd done. "Shit, sorry!"
"I probably deserved that," she said, breathing out.
"You definitely deserved that, but I shouldn't have done it," I admitted, staring at her.
"Y/N!" Maria chastised.
Carol raised a thumb up, still holding her cheek and flinching. "I'm fine, I just need some ice– ah!"
Maria took us both inside into the kitchen and gave Carol some frozen peas to place on her cheek.
"Right, I'll leave you both to talk if you promise not to hit her again," Maria said, giving me a knowing look.
I nodded from my seat beside Carol. "It won't happen again."
"Good," she said, before softening her expression. "You got this."
Maria left and Carol and I were left alone in the kitchen, awkwardly sat by one another as she held a pack of frozen peas to her cheek.
"To be fair, every superhero I've ever heard of doesn't feel pain," I spoke first, shrugging my shoulders.
"I'm not a superhero," Carol replied, meeting my eyes with her hazel ones. I thought I'd never look into them again, but here I was.
"That's not what Monica's been saying."
Carol gave me a knowing look.
My tense expression softened. "I can't believe you're actually here... I was so angry at you."
"That much is obvious," she mumbled.
"You left, Carol," I told her, shaking my head. "You lied to me saying it wasn't dangerous and you left. All that they recovered from the stupid crash was your stupid dog tag."
"I'm sorry," she spoke softly, eyes never leaving mine.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I loved you."
"I know.
"You left."
"I know."
"I hated you."
She didn't reply, instead she looked down at her hands with sad eyes.
I sighed, managing to push back any tears I thought would come. "What happens now? You back for good?"
"That's the plan," she said, her shoulders sagging.
"You're just gonna go back into the Air Force? They think you're dead."
She shook her head, looking up again and dropping her hand to her lap, with the frozen peas in, revealing her purple-red cheek.
"I have other priorities now," she said.
It went quiet, myself not knowing what to say. Instead, I frowned at her cheek, courtesy of me.
"I'm sorry," I apologised, grabbing the frozen peas from her hand and dragging my chair closer to hers so I could hold the frozen bag to her cheek.
"It's okay," she said, eyes flickering to mine.
It went quiet again, and I realised how close we were when I felt her warm breath tickling my skin. I held her gaze, noting the beautiful golden flecks shining back at me. I felt a sense of déjà vu as she hesitated, her eyes moving to my lips.
"You're not going to do it," I said, moving the frozen peas from her cheek.
Her eyes met mine again. "What?"
"Kiss me," I deadpanned. "You're going to stare at me. You'll want to do it. Then you'll decide not to for whatever reason." She seemed confused as she listened, so I continued. "You did the same thing when we first kissed. Or should I say, when I first kissed you."
"I remember," she spoke gently.
I was surprised to hear that, but I kept my cool as I gave her a knowing look. "Yeah, well, you're not going to do it."
"Why?" she asked, not daring to move away. "Because you say so?"
I shook my head. "No, because even though you've been in space for six years, I still know you, Carol, and I know you won't d–"
Carol moved forward to silence me, pressing her lips to mine in a hasty kiss. I was surprised at her abruptness and newfound confidence, but closed my eyes when I realised how long it had been since I'd felt her lips against mine.
She held the nape of my neck, pulling me closer to her as she deepened the kiss, slipping her tongue between my lips and making me gasp quietly. My heart was pounding in my chest, unable to catch up with the fact that the woman I hadn't stopped loving these past six years was kissing me like she had never stopped loving me, too.
Finally, we pulled away from each other, breathlessly, with our foreheads resting against one another.
"You were saying?" she muttered, and a small smile was forming on her lips.
I almost cried as I smiled at her. "I guess I have a lot more to learn about you, Danvers."
"And I can't wait to know you all over again, Y/L/N," she admitted, eyes peering through mine, making me believe that maybe, things were going to be okay.
I wasn't so angry anymore.
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Cable x Reader - burlesque fluff!
A/N - unedited because I got sleepy but I still wanted y'all to be able to enjoy it for Saturday Night!
Tag: @starman-thorsus-canos-jock @emma-frxst (idk who else would want to be on a Cable taglist if I had one, but here y'all go!)
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It was a Saturday night, and the team managed to not have a mission. Colossus tried to suggest a board game from the fancy high-strategy collection, but was quickly shot down by Wade (“What, so Domino can ruin us all again? I don’t think so!”). Wade tried to suggest a movie, but Cable cut him off before he could finish his suggestion (“I cannot watch the porno version of Predator again.”).
Domino hoped you might make a suggestion everyone could agree to, and finally asked, “Where the hell is Y/N?”
Wade howled at the top of his lungs, “YYYYY/NNNNN???”
“SHE’S NOT HERE,” Cable practically roared to make himself heard.
Colossus couldn’t help glancing around. He hadn’t noticed when you left, and felt a little embarrassed like he’d made a rookie mistake. “Do you know where she went?”
Cable fixed his gaze back on the gun he was cleaning. It was already clean; at this point he was fidgeting. “If she wanted us to know,” he hedged, “she would’ve said something before she left.”
“Ohhhh my god,” Wade gasped, “You do know!” He clapped his hands, excited to play a guessing game. “What’s she up to? Underground boxing? Secret meth habit? Robbing a bank?”
“No.”
“High stakes poker? Cock fighting?”
“No!”
They all said some variation of, “Then what??” in unison.
Cable sighed. He couldn’t deny that he wanted to see you, but he was pretty sure you wouldn’t want the whole gang showing up. Surely, if you had, you would have dropped some kind of hint. “We gotta dress up,” he said finally. “Black tie. And we gotta pick up flowers on the way.”
…
The gang had done their best on short notice. Domino wore a short, black cocktail dress cut so tight it was a wonder it didn’t split when she got in and out of the car. Colossus still wore his cargo pants and work boots, but classed up with a dress shirt, black suit jacket, and a tie. Wade, to no one’s surprise but everyone’s quiet exasperation, was in full Deadpool gear with a bow tie. Cable had managed to find a full three-piece suit, and though it wasn’t a perfect fit, he made it work. In his metal hand he held a bouquet of roses. They weren’t the freshest flowers, but they were the best that the store had.
They stood in the parking lot of a shabby strip mall and Domino said, “Looks like a nice neighborhood to sell your kidney.”
“This way,” Cable led them to the back door of one of the suites. He knocked and was quickly greeted by a drag queen in green glitter eyeshadow and three-inch long lashes.
“Hi honey,” the queen made a kissy noise and asked, “Who y’all with tonight?”
“Liz Lugosi,” Cable said as if he had been here several times.
The queen lit up with glee and put a long-fingered hand on Cable’s shoulder. “Ohhh! Lizzie didn’t mention anyone coming tonight!”
Cable gestured vaguely to the roses. “She’s not expecting us.”
The queen made a purse-lipped smile and shimmied her shoulders, hardly able to wait until she could spill this tea later. The team paid for their tickets and were ushered inside to pick a table.
The floor was full of glammed up people milling about, sipping cocktails and snacking on Chex Mix. The tables all faced a makeshift stage with a curtain made of cheap velvet. “What is this place?” Colossus folded himself into a chair that was too small for him, but he wouldn’t complain.
“It’s a kids’ ballet studio during the day,” Cable replied. “This is probably how they pay rent, though.”
Domino caught on and grinned, “It’s a speakeasy burlesque show.”
Wade cracked up laughing in earnest. Pretending to wipe away tears from his mask, he said, “What’s her act? Kicking off her boots and sexily peeling off a spandex onesie?”
“You’ll see,” Cable said impatiently. “Shit like this is probably why Y/N - Liz - never mentioned it, you assclown.”
The show started soon enough. Three performers in sparkly costumes made a show of sneaking out from behind the curtain. Each held a microphone. “Good eeeevening, daaaarlings!” the one in purple sequins drawled. The crowd applauded, some hooted.
The second performer wore something like a green velvet bikini with a lot of feathers. She tossed her blonde curls and said, “Who here has been to our show before? Come on, make some noise!” Almost everyone gave a shout except Cable, Wade, Domino, and Colossus.
“I don’t know that we should have come here,” Colossus whispered. Domino hushed him quickly.
The third performer wore a long, black satin robe, trimmed in purple rhinestones that glittered in the stage lights. She wore a wig of bright pink waves and cocked a hip as she turned toward their table. “I understand we’ve got some new blood in the house tonight.” The pink-haired performer sauntered between tables as she continued in a sultry purr, “So let’s go over the ground rules. If you’ve been here before, say them with me! Rule One!”
The audience responded, slightly drunk and mostly in unison, “No photos or video! We do this show live and only live!”
“That’s right,” she let out an easy giggle. “Rule Two?”
“No touching the performers unless you are specifically asked!” One young woman added in a buzzed, but enthusiastic slur, “Consent fucking matters!”
“YES, HONEY!” the blonde in the green bikini agreed.
The pink-wigged woman beamed. “Wonderful. You know, just to make a point,” she went over to the buzzed woman’s table. “Why don’t you give me a good slap on the ass, huh? Not too high on the cheek now, nice and low.” She leaned over, sticking out her round butt. When the patron gave a smack loud enough for every table to hear, the performer snapped straight again with a surprised hoot. “That’s how I like it! Haha, and Rule Three, let’s go!” She gestured grandly, long sleeves swaying.
The veteran audience chorused, “If you see something you like, make some noise!”
The three performers gathered in front of the curtain again and struck a sexy pose that showed off cleavage, thighs, and arched spines. The crowd made a good ruckus of whistling and applause, the X-Force gang included.
The show continued - there was an opening group number, the drag queen from the entrance sang a parody cover of a popular love song, there were a few aerial silks numbers, and of course classic burlesque striptease. Domino and Wade had gotten comfortable quickly, cheering and applauding each performer like they were the sexiest they had ever seen. Colossus took a while to loosen up, but even he enjoyed the athletic fluidity of the silks performers. Strength, flexibility, and making it all look beautiful with a big showgirl smile? Gold star in Colossus’s book. Each performer had gotten a funny and colorful introduction by the drag queen, who was emceeing most of the show.
“Our last lady of the night,” the queen teased, “has a slither that’ll make you shiver and she has NOOO idea how to just SIT in a chair!” The crowd chuckled. The drag queen bobbed her head and gave a wide flourish, “Just make sure you check for fangs before you kiss her - it’s Liiiiz Lugosiiii!!!!” The crowd hollered and clapped as the curtain drew back, revealing the pink wigged woman with the black satin robe.
Something steamy and full of saxophone blared over the sound system as Y/N, aka Liz Lugosi, swirled her robe - and disappeared. She reappeared a few feet away in a puff of smoke, similar to Colossus’s friend Kurt. As Liz Lugosi swirled, floated, and poofed around the stage, Colossus couldn’t help but note that where Kurt’s ability was abrupt like popping a balloon full of smoke, Y/N was smooth and soft, like drips of ink in water. A simple folding chair was on the stage, and in another few beats, Liz let her robe slide from her shoulders, down her back, and onto the floor. Domino glanced over at Cable and saw his face was relaxed in a gentle smile, eyes shining in the light.
Liz Lugosi turned to the front - and revealed that she appeared to be wearing nothing but black and purple rhinestones. Of course, her thong and pasties were there, but they matched her skin tone and the stones and beads had been carefully stitched and glued to cover them. The crowd screeched their appreciation. Wade yelled, “Holy shit!” but Cable barely even registered it.
“How did you find out about this?” Colossus asked him.
Cable answered without taking his eyes off Y/N, “I followed her to rehearsal once, to see where she goes.”
The stage floor filled with rolling fog as Liz Lugosi tossed her pink waves and slid over the chair so her chest was on the seat and her legs arched over her head. The rest of her routine was a series of acrobatic rolls and stands on and around the chair. Just when it looked like she would sit normally, she would turn and suddenly she was upside down, nearly sitting her butt on her head, with her legs in a deep split.
“Is that a mutation?” Domino asked, astounded.
“No,” Cable beamed, absolutely smitten, “she can just do that.”
Wade clapped for a particularly unexpected roll off of the chair. “I can’t believe she’s been holding out on us!”
Colossus agreed, smiling despite the awkwardness of seeing a coworker mostly naked for the first time, “You can tell how much she’s enjoying herself.”
As her number ended, Liz Lugosi bowed, dramatically tossing her pink waves. The team cheered louder than any other table and drew her attention. If she was caught by surprise, she didn’t let it show, maintaining her stage persona. She swayed her wide hips over to their table, and made the rounds expressing her thanks. She kissed Colossus on the cheek and left a red print on his chrome skin, though he froze when her boobs touched his arm. Domino soaked it up when she got a kiss on the cheek too. Wade didn’t get a kiss until he laid his palms on the table, and he all but squealed with delight. Cable, subdued and a little sheepish, offered the roses when she got to him. Instead of kissing his cheek, she pressed her lips to his and made it steamy enough that the crowd hooted and whistled louder than ever.
Y/N pulled away and teased in Cable’s ear, “Do I need to learn to cover my tracks better?”
“Aw, I hope you never do,” he was still grinning like a fool, “I’ve been wanting to bring you flowers for a while.”
She pulled away and she was Liz Lugosi again. Bouquet cradled against her heart, she winked and sashayed back to the stage to pick up her robe. The curtain closed, and Cable didn’t even try to hide how light and pleased he felt after getting to kiss the woman he’d been quietly pining after for months.
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Coming Home (Jax x OC) (Chapter 3)
Hey guys! As usual, @lookprettyliveclassyplaydirtyyt and I wrote this together. We hope y'all enjoy!
Warnings: cussing
Chapter 3
We got into Opies truck, heading to T-M. I looked out the window when we pulled in, counting the bikes, hoping maybe one was missing. There was the same number as the other day, which meant that Jax was around here somewhere.
“Come on Sophia, let's go say hi to Gemma.” I unbuckle her from her booster seat, and get out of the truck, pulling her out to the ground after.
“Gemma!” Sophia yelled excitedly, running toward her as soon as she appeared from the office.
“Sophia!” Gemma practically hollers back as she squats down so she is level with the girl.
I walk around the truck to where Opie is standing. “Ya know, I think that may be one of the few times I have ever seen her actually smile. She seems happy having Sophia around.” He looks over at me and puts his arm around my shoulders, ducking down to kiss the side of my head.
“You know, Sophia is gonna want you to scare the monsters away forever.” I state, looking up into his brown eyes with my big green ones.
“Then forever I shall do it. If it’ll make her feel better.” Opie murmurs pulling me tighter. I snake out of his grasp.
“Alright, I am gonna go check on the paperwork if you want to go say hi to the guys, and hopefully the bug is better.” I say, walking toward the office Gemma’s in.
“Jax. What are you doing in here?” I ask in surprise.
“Just having a nice talk with Miss Sophia here. You know she told me an interesting story.” Jax states looking at the little girl that looks so much like him it hurts
“A story? About what?” I ask, not sure if I should scold Sophia or not.
“She told me how ‘O’ scared the monsters away last night and how he promised to scare them away for the rest of his life.” Jax states, accusation in his voice.
“Yeah, he did. She slept so well last night.”
“Is that so? Alright, darlin’, why don’t you go see Juice in the other room. I wanna talk to your mom.” Jax states, point Soph to the other room.
“JUICEY!!!! Can I have another sandwich?” Sophia screams running from the room and into the surprised bikers arms.
“Jax, it’s nothing.” I say after Juice pulls Sophia up into a hug.
“It’s obviously something if my daughter is coming to me, talking to me about another man getting to tuck her in and scare the monsters away while I didn’t even know she existed! You jumped into Opie’s bed real quick! You always were a bit of a whore, I mean I didn’t even have to try hard to get you into bed.”
“Jax, I didn’t “jump” into bed with him, I told him why I left Hershey. Gemma doesn’t even know why.” I reply, lifting the shirt I was wearing to show him the bruises on my chest. “If you EVER call me a whore again, Sophia is NEVER gonna know that you are her daddy. I will NOT let another man hurt her. Do you understand me, Jackson Nathaniel Teller?” I scream, smacking him on the chest.
“MOMMY!!! Juicey made me a sandwich like I like!” I heard Sophia say from behind me, she had to have seen or heard part of that.
“That’s good, baby! Why don’t we go find Opie and see what’s wrong with the bug, yeah?” I smile down at her, taking her little hand in mine, throwing a glare at Jax, before walking away toward the garage.
“O! Guess what!?” Soph yells running up to the giant.
“What, baby girl?” Opie asks throwing Sophia in the air.
“Mommy hit the man that yelled at her yesterday. I was behind her, and she didn’t know I saw her do it. Am I in trouble?” Sophia whisper asks once he caught her in his arms.
“No, princess, I don’t think you’re in trouble. You just might be too little to understand why mommy hit him.” Opie answers, tossing her into the air again after she nodded in understanding.
“Okay, ‘O’. I’m so glad you are in our life.” Sophia giggles, Jax walking up behind her hearing every word she said.
“Jax, man. I…”
“Forget it, man. Clearly you’re better for them than I ever will be” Jax growls, storming past, heading for his bike.
“He’s mean.” Sophia whispers.
“Yeah, baby, he is. That might be why your mommy hit him. He might have been being mean to her.”
“Please don’t be mean to my mommy, ‘O’.”
“Never princess, I wouldn’t dream of being mean to you or your mommy.” Opie states, kissing her forehead.
“Can we get ice cream now?” Sophia asks, looking around for Ariana.
“Yeah, let’s find your mom and tell Gemma and Juice goodbye.”
“Okay.” She tries climbing up Opie’s arms.
“Where ya going, Princess?”
“Darren used to let me ride on his shoulders when I was little, but now he said I was too big. I want to do it again.”
He picks her up and puts her on his shoulders, holding on to her little legs. “Let’s go find your mommy.”
“I’m so tall now!” Sophia squeals, clutching Opie’s hair.
“You are! You’re gonna have to start ducking under doorways so you don’t hit your head like I have too.” Opie replied, ducking down so she wouldn’t hit her head on the top of the door frame.
“You’re funny!” Sophia giggles pulling at his hair again.
“Not so hard, honey, You’re gonna rip my hair out.”
“Mom! Look! O is letting me ride on his shoulders!”
“I see that baby. How about we get out of here?” I ask.
“I don’t want to leave mommy, everyone here likes me. Darren didn’t. I want to be where the people are, mommy.” Sophia says, pouting. “Plus I gotta tell Gemma and Juicey goodbye because remember, we always say goodbye.”
“Baby, Gemma is busy, I don’t think she would be mad if you didn’t say goodbye.”
“Fine, I need to see Juicey!” Sophia pouts.
I glance over toward the garage, Juice is working on the bug. “He’s busy too baby, but why don’t we go get ice cream and we can stop by later?” I try to reason with her.
“Okay mommy! To the car, O!” She says, pulling his hair in the direction of the truck, a bit more gentle. Opie laughs and runs toward the truck, bouncing her around on the way.
“Okay, what kind of ice cream do you want?” Opie asks looking up at the vast board.
“Chocolate.” Sophia states, smiling up at him.
“What about you, Ari? What kind do you want? Same as your regular?”
“Yeah, you remember?” I ask, smirking at the gentle giant.
“Hell yeah I do! 4 scoops. 1 french vanilla, 1 dutch chocolate, 1 cherry chip, and 1 cookie, with all the toppings, extra whipped cream, and a cookie on top. I’m surprised you don’t have diabetes.”
“Diabetes can rot in hell, okay. I am healthy as can be….” I trail off noticing the 2 entering the parlor. Jax and some skanky blond are all over each other.
Sophia sees them too, and hides behind Opies leg, looking up at him.
“Jax.”
“Ariana.”
They call our order number, so I hand Sophia her little cup and a spoon. Sophia glances up at me.
“Mommy, can I go talk to him?” She asks pointing toward where Jax and the blond are cuddled up, and handing Opie her little cup.
“Not right now honey. Maybe when he’s alone you can. He will be able to pay attention to you then.” Sophia pouts before running from the table heading straight toward Jax
“Hi, Jax and um… hi!” Sophia exclaims.
“Sophia Jacqueline Teller-Wilson, I told you no, and no means no. Now come here and eat your ice cream, or we won’t take you back to see Gemma.”
“Jax, I don’t like it when you are mean to my mommy. I know she didn’t say goodbye, but I already scolded her because we always say goodbye. I got onto her for you, so you don’t have to be mean.” Sophia said to Jax, looking him directly in his blue eyes with her matching ones.
“Sophia, honey, your ice cream is melting all over the table” Opie said from my other side, trying to clean up the mess it was making.
“I know it was mean of mommy to leave, but she missed you. She told me you were her bestest friend and you don’t need to be mean anymore. She’s home. She said we aren’t going back to Hershey, we can stay. But her bestest friend, you, shouldn’t make her want to leave. That is all. I like your dress, miss!” Sophia says, running over and eating her ice cream, leaving Jax dumbfounded and me a blushing mess.
“Maybe she does understand more than more than I thought she did.” I whispered over her to Opie.
“Kids, man. They know everything.” Opie laughs, before picking her up and making his way to the door, her waving to Jax and the blond over his shoulder on her way.
“Sorry.” I state, booking it out of there.
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150 Followers. Feel free to take this and use it yourself.
Okay so if you've been following me you know that at every milestone of 50 I go and answer 50 questions. So this time they're all gonna be Queen/Classic Rock specific and y'all are all welcome to take these and make asks out of them or reblog/copy with your own answers.
Favorite Queen member's solo album? Strange Frontier by Roger Taylor
Who of the band would you call to help you fix a flat tire? John, he's a dad and a diy guy, as much as I wanna say Rog I just don't want to deal with a drama queen when I'm having my own drama but I've seen him under the hood of a car so I've no doubt he probably knows how
What do you think Brian May smells like on am average day? Very woodsy, like pine needles and some light but expensive cologne
How would you kiss Freddie? On the cheek like a good friend I just can't get into his looks enough to think about kissing him any other way
How would you kiss John? Well if we're talking long haired fluffy John I'd probably psst at him to come around the corner and then give him a kiss and see what he does
How would you kiss Brian? Very carefully otherwise @squeezemylemon is gonna kill me so probably the sweet quick chaste type kiss
How would you kiss Roger? (My moment has come) I would walk up to him and grab ahold of one of the necklaces he wears and just pull his lips down to mine and crash mine onto his wrapping my arms around his neck kissing him for all I'm worth or less dramatically if we were just sitting on a couch or something I'd just lean my head up off his shoulder and press a gentler sort of kiss to his lips and see where he takes it after that
If you were going to date one of their kids who would it be? Felix, I'm partial to brunettes usually (Roger and Luke Skywalker are my exceptions) and he seems pretty cool and has done a lot of different things which would be interesting to talk about
Favorite gif of your least favorite band member?
10. Most recent Queen photo on your phone
11. Favorite piece of fanart?
I can't pick just one. I also don't remember where I found these and if you know the artist I'll happily tag them in the most. The artbis most definitely NOT mine
This is mine
12. Queen song that makes you want to cry? Love of My Life
13. Which band member would you pick to keep an eye on you at a party so you don't get too crazy and make it home safe? Brian probably, I would say John but I feel if he's drinking he'd be less than no help
14. Who's flat would you ask to crash at? I have reasons to want to say Roger's but banging aside I'd probably pick Freddie he was generous and funny and would probably do his beat to cheer me up from whatever circumstance had made me not have a place of my own to stay
15. Who would you want to teach you to play an instrument they play? Well I genuinely feel I'm best suited for drums so I'm not just saying Roger because he's my dude. Plus he could teach me the most instruments anyways considering as he knows drums, bass, electric, and keyboard.
16. If you could spend a day with Freddie what would you do? I'd just want to sit and have tea and talk and maybe go shopping later hear his advice and crack some jokes
17. Favorite solo song by a Queen band member? As far as written by goes, it's probably Let's Get Crazy or Happiness by Rog bit overall it's gotta be Rog's version of Racing in the Street *chills*
18. Favorite live performance?
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19. Whose singing voice do you like best? Roger Taylor (nothing against Fresh he's amazing)
20. Whose speaking voice do you like best? Again Roger Meddows Taylor for the win
21. Write a snippet where you're holding hands with your least favorite band member.
Freddie had never been to an amusement park before, hadn't wanted to go really, but John had begged him to come along and then left him with Aston to babysit while he dealt with his actual children. It wasn't that she had anything against Fred it's just him tagging along on her elbow was keeping her away from the drummer whose attention she wanted. They got onto one of the rides and she saw how pale Freddie was looking and felt sorry for him. It wasn't his fault that he was being a third wheel or that the drummer was off on one of the more dangerous rides that Freddie was not about to get on.
"You can hold my hand if you want" Aston joked looking over at Fred.
"Really?" He asked a little relieved. The two of them chuckled and to Aston's surprise Freddie's black nail polished fingertips interlaced through hers and he looked a little more at ease for the comfort of human contact.
"It'll be fine" she grinned and then the ride took off and the black fingernails damn near dug into her hand in panic.
22. Write a snippet where you're fighting with your favorite band member.
They had been living together for just over two months and despite not knowing how to boil an egg Roger somehow found a way to get into the kitchen and put things in the wrong spot. He came home from the stall.
"Where is the paprika?" She leveled at him before he had scarcely shut the door.
"The what?"
"Paprika, Rog, the spice that I was going to use for the supper I was cooking us, but I can't ever find anything in this kitchen" Aston said muttering as an afterthought "thanks to you."
"What was that?" Rog said coming over to her and looking darkly with his blue eyes.
"Just tell me where you put the paprika and we'll be fine" she sighed.
"I didn't fucking touch anything in your stupid kitchen" he glowered going to the liquor cabinet.
"Well I still can't find it" she huffed.
"Not my problem" he said swigging straight from the bottle.
"Well if you want dinner it kind of is" she retorted.
"I'll get something out" Rog said dispassionately.
"Fuck you" she muttered and went back to banging through the cabinets in search of the missing spice. She was on her knees with half her body in a lower shelf looking in the back and growing hotter for Roger showing no signs of caring or helping. She smelt the dish starting to burn on the stove and tried to crawl out, raising her head up and whacking it on the shelf above. She let out a round of oaths.
She went over to the stove and moved it off the heat halfway between tears and screaming.
"I'll order something" Roger said standing up.
"I can fucking cook!" She shouted "if only I could find the things I need when I need them."
"Well don't yell at me about it" Roger said and brushed past and out the door.
Aston collapsed onto the floor sitting with her back to the cabinets and started crying. She sobbed into the kitchen towel. So much for her cosy dinner at home with Rog. She was so distraught that she didn't hear the door open and close. She felt her fingers clutching the towel pried open and looked to see a bottle of paprika put into them. She turned her teary red eyes up to Roger's face. He pulled her to her feet and held her in his arms. Softly stroking her hair and planting a gentle kiss to her cheeks.
"Come on, I got us reservations, you can cook your thing tomorrow if you still want to" he looked down at her smiling and put a kiss to her nose and grinned at her in his arms.
23. Favorite picture of Brian
24. Favorite picture Roger
(Well it's one of many favs)
25. Favorite picture of Freddie
26. Favorite picture of John
27. Best song to slow dance to? One Year of Love
28. Best song to make out to? I'm In Love with My Car
29. Best song to drive to? Breakthru or Don't Stop Me Now
30. Best song to strip to? Tear It Up
31. What era of the band would you like to hang out with most? I wanna say mid to late 70s. I'd rather not have to hang out with them during Hot Space 😂
32. Favorite song on your favorite album? Rock It (Prime Jive)
33. Least liked song on your favorite album? Probably Play the Game
34. Who would you want to take care of you if you were sick? I feel Brian would be the most knowledgeable but I'd probably prefer Fred just cutting up and maybe grabbing the aspirins and whatever else was needed. I just don't feel Brian would be funny enough to cheer me up. And Rog I just don't know how good he'd be at taking care of someone
35. Who would you want to go driving with? Roger. Duh! So many reasons!
36. Who would you pick to spend a lazy (non-sexual) afternoon with? Well not that I'm just into Rog for the sex, he'd still be my first pick because laughs. But second would be Brian.
37. Rate how thirsty you are for each band member? Freddie 0/10. John variable between 0/10-6/10. Brian 2/10-4/10(red special is factored into Brian). Roger 1000/10 (cars aren't factored into Rog otherwise I'd break my phone adding zeros to that 1000)
38. Least favorite Roger song? Sheer Heart Attack
39. Favorite Brian song? Sail Away Sweet Sister or Dragon Attack
40. Least favorite Freddie song? Body Language and Get Down Make Love
41. Favorite John song? One Year of Love or If You Can't Beat Them
42. Are you excited for the Bohemian Rhapsody movie? Yes. Not insanely. But moderately excited yes
43. Is Queen your favorite band of all time? No. They're in my top 3 but The Moody Blues were my childhood and are so unique and very special to me
44. If you married your crush from the band where would you go on your honeymoon? The beach. Hopefully the Pacific Ocean. Probably some nice private beach just to have space with each other and I love water and he loves boating and stuff.
45. Who has the nicest butt? While I prefer Rog's ass I must admit John possesses the superior booty
46. Who has the best smile? Roger. Hands down and not just because he's my main man all around it's literally made of sunshine
47. Who would you go to if you were scared? Roger. I don't get scared so if I did I'd want someone around to make me laugh my fears away
48. If you were going to be in a crime fighting/super hero duo with one of the band, who would it be? John. He's sound and sensible and so long as he can handle my forceful personality and not write any DISpatches raking my bad behavior and rash decisions we'll get along
49. Do you listen to Queen daily, or at least multiple times a week? Yes especially if you include their solo works
50. Have you written any Queen fanfiction or made any fanart? Yes. Fanfiction galore. Some has yet to be posted but when I do it will be on @drummerinthecupboard
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