#and not said to Tommy *call me Buck* and Tommy had a reason to believe it's *Buck* that he uses as special name only for 118
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To all the people in the fandom who forgot: Buck grown ass man who has no problems with asking people call him Buck not Evan if he wants them. He told 118 when he was super anxious about first day and they pranked him right before it, he told Maddie, he told HIS PARENTS. If I'm not mistaken he corrected A*by too. So you really think if he would be not ok with being called Evan by Tommy he would say nothing? He would ask to be called Buck. But he DIDN'T. Because he LOVES Tommy calling him Evan
Tommy is not toxic or transphobic to call Buck by his given name and not choosen name as he never was corrected
#And let's not forget we HAD NEVER SEEN WHO TOLD TOMMY BUCK'S REAL NAME#I really doubt it was Chim. More likely Buck himself introduced himself as Evan#and not said to Tommy *call me Buck* and Tommy had a reason to believe it's *Buck* that he uses as special name only for 118#bc remember begins episodes and taht nickname is given only to people inside firehouse who proved themselves?#Tommy sees nicknames differently#and he called Buck 'Evan' and Buck was ok#so stop making Tommy toxic#evan buckley#911#evan buck buckley#bucktommy#911 abc#tommy kinard#that*#tevan#kinley
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heyyy. so what if reader and joel got in a really big argument because he wasn’t being safe and putting his life on the line and that pissed her off. so joel gets on a horse, and rides off into the sunset in true cowboy fashion. when she’s on a supply run with some of the other people from tommy’s town, they find joel, injured and hiding out in a barn. she didn’t recognize him at first, and pointed her gun at him but when he’s like “it’s me.” she’s all like “for fuck’s sake, joel. i almost shot you.” “someone already did.” and yeah feel free to take that anywhere u want <3
that's such a cinematic idea!! you've got a good imagination, Sof. thanks for the request.
— main masterlist | 🏷️: established 'situationship', post-outbreak, mentions of past attempted suicide, hurt/comfort, fluff. [WC: 1.7k]
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All of his recklessness had a direction. A purpose.
Joel had no reason to tend to his own life with careful hands. Not when those same hands had inflicted so much damage already. When they'd caused so much destruction. He knew how to direct his anger and reckless behavior well—to protect, evade, survive.
All of that kept him away from building any kind of real relations, but that goes up in flames after Ellie. And then it really disappears after you.
Joel's scared again. He panics. He cares, and he talks about himself, and he lets spill out secrets he never once spoke about.
He's just not ready for what comes after they're out in the open.
“I just can’t concentrate if I’m worried about you going in with your knuckles and elbows to someone’s fucking face instead of at least trying to keep it cool. y’know? I don’t know. Call me crazy, Joel. I thought you could control yourself.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No. That just ain’t fair. Was I supposed to do nothin’?”
“Yes! Exactly. If you’d given me at least one second—”
“He asked if you up for offer. I should’ve fuckin’ killed, him.”
“Joel, he could’ve asked ‘if the little bitch worth a quarter or 10 bucks’ and I couldn’t give less of a shit—”
“You—I swear to god.”
“He’s an animal! And a fucking idiot. But he was the idiotic animal with the goddamn information. Which we needed. And now we don’t have, ‘cause he and his buddies have ran back to wherever the hell they’re hiding and we’re never gonna see them again. And they had the real deal—they had medicine we need that are lacking in the stock.”
“I know. I know. Fuckin’ hell, I know.”
“... you know I’d help you do anything you wanted, right? I don’t care about what they say. And I’d wanna kill anyone who disrespected you like that, too, but we gotta be at least smart before we’re emotional.”
“...Tommy’s gonna fuckin’ kill me.”
“No, he won’t. I’ll talk to him. Make something up.”
“You don’t need to.”
“I know. But I’m gonna.”
“...thank you. … I really am sorry, ‘kay? I’m still gettin’ used to—I just. I saw red.”
“And I get that.”
“...you really do, don’t you?”
“Yeah. Remember how I acted at that river trade? Because of what that man said about you?”
“Couldn’t forget it if someone blew my brains away. … You’re a lil’ crazy, baby, y’know that?”
“Coming from you, Miller. That’s rich.”
“Yeah… It’s kinda beautiful. You’re like—a force o’nature, or somethin’. Fuck, I’m sorry—I’m drunk—but listen. I won’t fuck up again.”
“I know you’ve got my back. I just want you to have yours, too. I worry about you and how you dive head first into dangerous shit ‘cause when it comes to you, you don’t think.”
“... had no reason to, ‘till recently.”
“Well, now you do. Should’ve always had, but now you really do ‘cause there are people, like Ellie, like Tommy, like me, who are gonna be pretty pissed off if you’re stabbed again anytime soon. Don’t make me go feral and have to kill a fucker ‘cause you know me by now. I have the whole thing where I have to bury the bodies I’m responsible for and, honestly—have pity on my back’s sake, Joel. I don’t got the back for that shit anymore.”
“You’re so—can’t believe your fuckin’ jokes sometimes.”
“You’re laughing.”
“Yeah, ‘cause I’m crazy too, obviously.”
“Obviously.”
“‘don’t got the back for it’. You’re—You know, I never thought I’d be this happy I didn’t blow my brains out. Last time I thought that Ellie was standin’ on top of a fuckin’ dinosaur and—”
Joel shivered.
You found him as you were searching a barn on a supply run with Tommy, the day after he ran away on Shimmer’s back.
A stom had followed his departure, not minutes later, and he was still out of the gates when the time to close them came by, which meant he’d been locked out. Tommy was the one to give the ‘ok’ for the gatekeepers to shut them down, his face twisted into a painful twist and an apologetic look sent your way, but it was also Tommy who nodded his agreement to go with you when you announced you were going out the very next morning despite the horrible weather and the feet of snow making everything ten times harder.
It was obvious to you he couldn’t have gone far.
When you find him, Joel speaks up first. “It’s me.” He somehow heard you coming before you saw him.
Of course he did. It’s Joel.
The voice still makes you flinch—Joel was kneeling on the ground with his thickest jacket wrapped around him and his knees pulled up, and—”Jesus Christ, Joel. I almost fuckin’ shot you.”
As you’re lowering your gun, he goes. “It’s happened before.”
It’s such an oddly-timed joke that it halts your steps toward him, but then, his eyes find yours and it happens, just like always. You two share a private, ‘this is a fucked up joke, but we find it funny either way’ laugh. The same one that bonded you two.
You kneel beside him, taking out the blanket you brought in your backpack exactly for this, and wrap it around his shoulders, rubbing him up and down on his arms and his back.
When you’re satisfied with your job — he quit shivering — you finally make eye contact.
“You got stuck because of the storm, right?” your question comes out in a whisper, and your breath fogs up the air between the both of you.
You didn’t run away, right?
Joel takes a deep breath, and nods. His eyes close for a moment before he leans in slowly until his forehead is touching yours.
“Told you I wouldn’t do that.” Joel said those words a couple of months ago, and you still had trouble wrapping your head around them. I ain’t goin’ nowhere. I like it here. With you.
“‘kay.” Your lips search his in the dark and find them waiting for the kiss already. With your hands still on his shoulders, you can feel a lot of tension dissipating when you sigh into the kiss, and Joel seems to fully come back to his body. You pull away against your will, and take a few seconds before you’re able to open your eyes.
His warmth always spreads through you like an oven slowly heating up.
“‘m sorry if I scared you.”
It’s inevitable—a smile blossoms in your face, and you start laughing.
“What?” Joel asks, confused and serving the biggest doe eyes in your direction.
For someone who punched first and asked questions later, a night stuck with the howling story winds made quick work of reminding him he was cared for. “Nothing.” I love you. “You did scare me. I spent all night thinking about whether you were okay or not.” The doe eyes seem to glisten with the soft light, and it pulls you in to seal your lips on his again. “But it’s ok. I just wanna go now and run you a hot bath and massage… all of your body. Is that ok? Can I do that?”
Joel’s eyes said I’ve never felt more vulnerable and that’s going to be a lot, but it also said it’s exactly what I need and I don’t know how to say that out loud. From his lips, it came out, “I… yeah. Yeah, ya can. I wanna… Wash your hair. And—you. ‘s that weird?”
“It’s not.”
“I like that smile on you. ‘s my favorite.”
“I am so happy I left Tommy behind.” Joel laughs at that, and he makes a move to get up. “I’m serious. We’d never hear the end of this.”He gets up with your help, and you two can walk side by side, leaning on each other and not speak of the storm that passed and carried more than just heavy snow all around. The things that are rising and growing between you are deep-rooted somewhere—nothing seems to shake you and Joel away. Only closer together. Tighter. Realer.
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So there is a "leaked" script that claims Eddie asked Marisol to move in, and is it just me, or is that completely out of character for Eddie? He dated Ana for longer, and they weren't living together. we are really supposed to believe that he would ask Marisol to move in after a few months of dating? Unless Eddie is unable to process anything after learning his Buck. Is dating a man that is not him, and instead of breaking up with her like he planned, he pulls a Buck and asks her to move in with him.
Eddie does not deserve to be stuck with someone like Marisol.
According to 7x04, he apparently needs a live-in babysitter so he can go out with his shiny new boyfriend. So… 🤣 And it took a whole relationship and a blackout before Ana was his babysitter! Just from that much I’m still going, yikes. Like, girl, do you not have friends? Do you not have someone who will tell you this relationship is red flags all over the place? Can we not call up your Folger brother and have him talk some sense into you?
You’re very right though. Eddie deserves so much better.
I have heard about the supposed leaked scripts and I’ll talk some about that under a cut below in case anyone wants to read my thoughts on it.
But what I’ll say in general is that in some of the interviews we’ve been seeing recently especially with canon bi!Buck, Mr. Showrunner had scathing things to say about love interests who are just there to be love interests. He didn’t like that they couldn’t interact with any of the other characters and that they weren’t part of the overall story.
Given we’ve had what, two? offhand comments and maybe five whole seconds of screen time this season with her, if they wanted to actually develop that relationship for the audience, they could have done that. And should have done that a long, long time ago. (For example, see Eddie and Tommy’s relationship. In one whole episode they did more to build that up than they have done for Eddie/allegedgirlfriendconfirmedterf in all of season 6 or 7.)
Instead, they showcased the bond between Buck and the Diazes and the trauma that Eddie and Chris still have over Shannon leaving and them losing her. And also Eddie’s new friendship with Tommy that sounded like they were both spending every day, every moment together.
So far for Miss Homophobe, we have—
hey mari it me eddie from the hardware store
the phone call where they set up a date
it's not MY date it's CHRIS' date (r u sure, dude? why is she there then 🤣)
her chaperoning Chris’ date with Eddie
her babysitting twice off screen
Obviously, she’s in the next episode and they have a pizza date while Eddie has to stare at his bestest friends while they’re on a date. But at this point, if you want the audience to root for the relationship or enjoy it at the very least, it’s a little late in the game for that? We have nothing to go on and it doesn’t make sense if we’re taking it at face value.
All this to say, if he does ask her to move in with him, there is no way for the audience to buy that it’s genuine, reasonable, or a smart move. It reads like Buck asking Taylor to move in with him because he cheated and he’s desperate and clinging. Even if Eddie and the terf show up and are all happy and handsy and lovey, it’s not convincing. There’s been no development. It would come across like Buck and Ali apartment hunting and being touchy and giggly, and then her dumping him at the end of the episode. It sets up a contrast between what we think is happening and what is really happening. Perceived happiness vs the reality of not knowing each other and their relationship crumbling.
I don’t remember who said it or when it was said, maybe it was Kristen? But I know someone talked about how Eddie rushed things with Ana and they were wanting to do the opposite when continuing his story. Dating someone for (how long has it even been? 2-3 months? Idek? Does Eddie even know?) Mere months and asking them to move in reeks of, “something is going wrong and I have to fix it by doing something rash and ill-advised to keep us together.”
Remind me to do a post about Eddie also being someone who clings and stays because it’s convenient and he doesn’t want to be alone.
It would be completely out of character if it is a sincere, legit thing. However, as a panic response? I buy it. But that also doesn’t bode well for their future. Darn. Hold on, I’ll get the champagne. That relationship is just waiting to be bones. And in an episode called, “You Don’t Know Me,” is where they’re putting their relationship under a microscope? Hildy, cue up the ominous music.
I doubt the glorious day we are free of her will be this week. I think they are just starting whatever they have planned. Unfortunately. I would hope they kept her around and brought her back for a reason like what they did with Eddie/Ana. I want there to be something satisfying about the end and the fact that we have to suffer through this. It just needs to happen quickly because I am so over homophobic terfs who know what fucking show they’re on and what the story is and still persist in their assholish bigotry.
Now? My thoughts on the leaks?
IF we are to believe they are legit, and who knows if they are. But if we are saying they are legit, then Buck comes out to Eddie at the very end and Eddie is surprised. So, Eddie likely wouldn’t be jealous or weird about Buck and Tommy dating if he didn’t even know they are dating. Plus, they just had a whole episode dedicated to jealous!Buck and it would be redundant to immediately take that into, now EDDIE is the JEALOUS ONE. I think they’d have to take the story further for Eddie to really consider how he feels about Buck and Tommy dating.
Maybe it will come down to him being displeased by it (for some unknown reason he just can't put his finger on) and grappling with how he genuinely likes Tommy a lot and that’s a new thing for him and one of Buck’s love interests? But it wouldn’t happen this week. In theory, this week is about Buck feeling like he’s hiding because he just realized he’s bi and hasn’t told anyone yet. Hence, more of the “you don’t know me.”
Obviously, I am rooting for Buddie. All the way. All the time. I like Buck/Tommy just fine but they’re not BuckandEddie. But I think it will take a while before we see anything that might really develop the Buck & Eddie storyline. They’re working on Buck’s bisexual awakening and his first time dating a man. WHERE OH WHERE ARE MY EDDIE STORYLINES. I just want them to do some justice for my boy. Give him something interesting! And for the terf to gtf away from him. :D
And apologies, I rambled a lot at you. Love and hugs!
#911 spoilers#911 s7 spoilers#911 season 7#jenwyn gets mail#and talks way too much sorry#leaked scripts#?? supposedly? idk how to tag THAT#oh sorry this is so long 🫣#long post
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Eddie Diaz is a white Latino. Did people learn nothing from the Pedro Pascal discourse? And does the fandom *not* remember that episode where the funeral protestor refuses to be tended by Hen and Chim, so he asks Eddie to give him care— fully seeing he’s white— until Eddie says his last name is Diaz and his father’s Mexican, but he can channel his mother’s Swedish heritage for the man’s comfort? White people are not members of the global majority, but they do live and exist outside Western Europe and the U.S. (like Mexico).
It’s so weird how parts of the fandom are making any positive reaction to a m/m relationship in this show (that isn’t their yaoi ‘buddie’ fanfiction) into something about loving to see white men kiss. Y’all would still be getting that with canon buddie! Y’all couldn’t even support Michael and Glenn (calling them “homewreckers”). Y’all constantly ignore Hen and Karen with your complaints of “queerbaiting.” Y’all also called TK & Carlos’ (911 Lone Star) relationship “toxic” because it began with sex and because y’all fanon Carlos as some aggressive control freak. Like… c’mon!
I don’t think anyone who is supportive of Buck’s new relationship is arguing that Tommy is perfect. He’s was a fucking dick to both Hen and Chim when they joined the 118. His “delivery man” comment to Chim was wildly unacceptable. No one has forgotten this. Yet both Hen and Chim are *NOW* good friends with him…? Why? He changed. And the show shows the audience this. They show that he developed a great camaraderie with Hen and Chim. They show how he— unlike Sal and Gerrard— shifted his behavior and worldview to accept, embrace, and enjoy change.
Tommy could have been Sal. He could have been Gerrard. He had a good working relationship with both men and both men encouraged bad behavior in the 118. Yet he didn’t. He stayed on and befriended Hen and Chim (when most of the other guys still refused). Because he chose to learn and change and open himself to people’s differences (which likely also helped him come to terms with his own “differences”).
Tommy’s arc is meant to show how someone can make amends, repair relationships, and become a better person (y’know… learn, grow, and reform himself). The general audience for this show is straight and white. They *need* to see white people changing and learning to be better. They *need* to see queer people coming into themselves. These are important story lines.
Fans like Buck and Tommy together because they like Buck and Tommy together, because they like what this means for them and what might happen going forward. That’s literally it. We’re all just overjoyed by having more queer representation, including Bi representation. That’s it.
But there are a lot of “buddie” shippers in people’s inboxes hating on Buck and Tommy together for no reason other than it stands in the way of their ideal porn fantasies (“buddie”). And they’re being weirdly queerphobic about it, too.
Hi Anon!!!! So much to unpack here. I'll post this and let anyone comment their thoughts because this is an interesting conversation.
I'll start by saying that it never occurred to me that Ryan Guzman was not White, until Bucktommy became more popular and some Buddie shippers said that Bucktommy shippers were preferring the White MM pairing and I was like "Hmm.... both Buddie and Bucktommy are White MM pairings"???? Like it never even occured to me.
I'm not here to debate Ryan Guzman's ethnicity, he knows that better than us, but as you mentionned people seem to forget that there are White latinos.
I should add that Americans will maybe have a different perspective but in Europe, there is racism, and there is also xenophobia both are bad, but not the same.
If I'm talking about someone who is White and Latino being a victim of prejudice, I would never say that they're victim of racism, I would say that he's victim of xenophobia.
Believe it or not there are a lot of Europeans are xenophobic but not racist and vice versa.
With that being said, I agree with the rest of your ask..
I love 911 Lone Star and watched 911 casually but I never got the Buddie shippers, especially the ones who said they shipped Buddie as a form of activism, or because there was a lack of Queer representation (which is true) but Henren are there, TK and Carlos are right there and it's the same franchise.
They never cared about Henren, they even erased them whenever they accused the show of Queerbaiting even thought it has several Queer characters.
I remember when they started complaining that Bucktommy had more fics that Henren after one kiss.... but never said anything about Buddie having over 20 000 fics after 6 years of nothing even thought Henren was canon.
A lot of their takes are rooted in hypocrisy, it's like they're taking all the arguments that have been thrown at them and throwing them back at Bucktommy shippers without even thinking about it.
It's very important to have discussion about fandom racism, because it's a huge issue especially in the biggest fandoms but I do feel like some of them are bringing the issue in bad faith. This discussion is so important but it needs to be had with the Bucktommy fandom AND the Buddie fandom. So far the Buddie shippers only want the Bucktommy shippers to have it.
Why don't they take a look at the mirror first and ask themselves why they never cared about a Black Lesbian couple when one of them was a Main Character. Why don't they ask themselves why a ship with 2 best friends has over 20000 fics and a canon ship that is TK and Carlos only have 7000.
And why do they find the weirdest excuses to hate on Carlos (as you said), who's clearly not White and never give him the same courtesy they give their fave White chatacters.
When Buddie shippers talk about fandom racism, all I can think is: the call is coming from inside the house.
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SaL anon here bestie, currently cheering, laughing, and digging in for what looks like an amazing season. You know there are a lot of ways they could have told the story of Buck realizing he's bi, but by far they went for the most hilarious and ridiculous route and I a HERE for this kind of nonsense. ABC seriously said "Okay, Buck's gonna get really jealous of Eddie's new guy friend...who he spends more time with than his girlfriend who Buck isn't jealous of (and who hasn't spoken in 4 episodes and is known for being the babysitter when Eddie needs to spend time with his new guy friend). Buck will go to ridiculous lengths to get Eddie's attention, including loudly clanking around the gym while sweaty and playing a sport he hates, while sweaty. But then, get this, the new friend will confront Buck and Buck will conclude for some reason THAT'S the person whose attention he wanted, something even the new friend doesn't believe, but he kisses him anyway. How funny would that be." ABC, and Tim specifically, you are not fooling anyone about where this is going.
Seriously I'm so happy, even if Buck's first kiss wasn't Eddie. Tommy isn't going to be around long it seems (especially if he has any sense of self preservation) and maybe Marisol will be lucky to get a full sentence in before she's out the door the way they're going. But I think this is the best way to tell this particular self discovery story, not in an overly angsty, stressful way but in a fun way that's over the top. I'm happy about the way they did it, and am definitely curious about how they will develop Buck through the season. Let's buckle in my friend, we're finally getting some good soup 🎉🎉🥂🥂!!!
My friend, I am still giddy over how much fun I had all around with that episode! Maddie and Chim were in peak Sassy Sibling mood with Buck, we even got some Mom-Mode Activated Maddie, we got silly call shenanigans, we got a heartbreaking call, we got some Grant family drama bringing up stuff from the past, we got happy smiling Eddie, we got sass-master Ravi, AND we got kicked-puppy pouty faced Buck begging Eddie to pay attention to him all episode and still somehow coming up with the wrong answer to his jealousy question 🤣 Epitome of that "the risk I took was calculated but MAN am I bad at math" meme. I love him.
I was reserving my judgment to see how this was going to play out, but so far, I am not hating it! It really does feel like Tommy Knows What's Up, but he gets to kiss Buck out of it, so why not? and while I don't ship them, the kiss was REALLY soft and sweet and Buck is being pursued for once so like, I'm willing to see how Tommy moves Buck's story forward. It definitely gave me the vibes that this is going to be the thing that helps push Buck to his "oh" moment about Eddie (hopefully with an accompanying montage to shut up the "this came out of nowhere" people 🙄). I'm typically not on the "this character needs to date around and use other people to be "ready" for the relationship they ACTUALLY want" train, but so far this storyline was handled well. Like, it's SO clearly about Eddie but also it's SO clear Buck has not connected those dots yet but Tommy HAS. So it's not like Buck *knows* and is stringing Tommy along waiting for Eddie to be single. It has the potential to be a sweet, fun, joyous experience for Buck without ever undercutting his relationship with Eddie because again, Tommy sure seemed to know whose attention Buck was REALLY looking for. For now, I'm on board to see how the ride plays out! And with Tim being better at keeping the stories focused on the mains, I think we are going to get some REALLY good Buck moments with his family around all this, while Tommy does the job of a side character and moves the story along.
"maybe Marisol will be lucky to get a full sentence in before she's out the door" Please, the sound I just made! 🤣🤣🤣🤣 Let's hope it's no more than that, I cannot take her smiling like her head is about to start spinning around (plus the actress needs to GO, we don't need that nastiness here!). I am cryyyying though at the way Eddie's girlfriends have never even registered for Buck because at no point did they interfere with his time with Eddie and Chris, but Eddie spends time with ONE (1) dude, and Buck is just BESIDE himself about it. Poetic. Baby boy you are sooooo close to a realization! Also, not the synopsis calling out Eddie reevaluating his relationship the second Buck gets into one 🤣🤣🤣 Boys you are NOT subtle.
We are being FED and I am strapped in for the ride! Lets goooooo! The joy and heart and soul of the show has been restored and it feels sooo good!
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I needed a couple of hours to sort through my thoughts about 7x04 - because I was busy screaming, crying, kicking my feet giggling - but now I just gotta say, before I dive into any details: I AM SO INCREDIBLY HAPPY.
As a bisexual myself who realized she‘s always been bi at the ripe age of 30 and after already being very married to the very male love of her life (which wasn’t at all changed by the realization), seeing bi characters having their ‚oh‘ moment later in life than in their teens is SO VALIDATING.
I love how yes, there have always been hints and it makes sense for the character but they actually gave Buck the space to find out this new thing about himself. They showed an adult man figuring this important part of his identity out when he was ready for it. Without it being induced by trauma or relationship troubles. That is so so so meaningful and so so so beautiful at the same time. I legit CRIED LIKE A BABY watching Buck‘s face go ‚oh I see‘ after the kiss. He just landed in his body as the penny of truth dropped and he seemed so content it made me squeek. I love seeing our golden retriever carving his place out in the world and discovering how to fully embrace all of himself.
And I love he gets to do it with Tommy.
Yes, I am a buddie shipper and that hasn‘t changed. However, whichever way the show moves now, bi Buck means the world to me. And the way they are telling the story with Tommy in a gentle, realistic way, I hope we get more of that. Hell I even really like their vibe together. Tommy seems like he‘ll be okay holding the hand of a baby queer and help him dip his toe into the water. Wherever that leads, it was a genius decision to introduce him to Buck‘s story.
Now for the details:
This episode wasn‘t only beautiful, it was also hilarious. THE TOP GUN REFERENCE HAD ME HOLLERING. At that point I knew some queerness was gonna happen because you don’t make the queerest reference in movie history without reason. Also absolutely loved the sewer conversation (hooray for Ravi by the way, I missed that little dude) and the emotions Buck goes through during the conversation.
Buck‘s jealousy is as stupid as it is adorable and I have to say I did find Eddie the slightest bit unfair. He knows Buck has abandonment issues and still doesn‘t register that he might need some reassurance. Yes okay, I get he wanted a little payback for the Nathalia ‚she sees me‘ bs, but come on, Eds, cut the poor man some slack.
The acting in the episode? Chef‘s kiss. Oliver was amazing, but I don‘t see Lou getting enough credit. He already planted his visible interest in Buck in 7x03 nicely in that one tiny interaction at the end and he really delivered on the flirty banter in this episode. Oliver, meanwhile, has done such a great job at showing the gradual change in Buck and the nervousness and the curiosity and hopefulness it tugged on all of my heartstrings. Deserving of an Emmy-nom. Great Job, loved every second.
Maddy and Chim very also amazing in the ep, especially Chim clocking immediately why Buck really brought him to basketball. It‘s gonna be interesting to see their reaction to Buck‘s truth - if he‘s ready to share it yet.
The only thing that bugged me was that Athena‘s storyline felt very rushed. I liked the theme and I think it hinted at important conversations, but it resolved the conflict too fast and too easy - making said issues seem smaller than they are. I struggle to believe that they would let a POC kid off the hook that easily. I wish this was realistic, but I doubt it is.
Bachelor call was great, loved gossipy Josh (by god, I want more Josh, I love that goofball) and Chim going full fanboy.
Can‘t wait for next week and hope we get more Hen and Bobby there! I missed them this ep.
I am so excited to see where Buck‘s story arch will go next. I‘ll explode with happiness if it slowly drifts towards buddie, but I won’t be mad if it doesn‘t happen or if it does happen and the show takes its time to get there. A slow buildup for this would be chef‘s kiss and I have a lot of trust in ABC and the writers that this is how they will do it, if Buddie happens.
All in all: Favorite episode of all the series for me, worthy 100th episode, will watch a billion times, made me all warm and fuzzy and giggly.
#911 spoilers#evan buck buckely#bi evan buck buckley#bi evan buckley#buck#911 s7 ep4#911 tv show#911 on abc#911 abc#buck bothered and bewildered#this is the bi rep I am rooting for#love how much bi rep is currently happening in fiction#if we get something similar for the bi girlies somewhere I‘ll be so happy#we won people we won#canonically bi buck#2024 the year that you are#I spend the majority of the week in hospital and this was just the pick me up I needed#GOD I AM SO NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS#buddie
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neethu you lovely lovey voice of reason!!
by the end of last episode buck was still an "ally"? not even an "i'm not straight"? and sure, maybe buck's realised that he's in a hamster wheel but he's nowhere near getting off of it? he's repeating the same pattern all over, just with tommy?
meeting on a call, being impressed by competence, jumping into something without second thought and hoping it'll all work itself out?
also, yes, tommy had some character development on screen in past background appearances, but he's definitely not fleshed out at all? to the point where fandom can just project their wants onto him and see him as this honest, patient saint of a queer guru who will hold buck's hand through his journey all self-sacrificial and fuck him silly in the meantime? where's tommy's agency in all of that? like genuinely, the only things he's said about why he is interested in buck is "you're adorable" (unless i'm forgetting something?)? like, what does tommy get out of the relationship? a hot younger firefighter boyfriend like abby and ali?
(and don't get me wrong, i think tommy and bucktommy have potential for both of their character developments, but this one relationship won't fix all of buck's issues)
the first part of what you mentioned is why i firmly believe that buck needs to sit with this realization of his for a while and let it sink in and understand what it means for him, rather than jumping into another serious relationship.
and, yeah, my biggest question about this entire thing is what is tommy going to get out of this relationship if he's just there to hold buck's hand through it and guide him through being queer? that's a really unfair amount of pressure to put on one person, particularly a person who is also a romantic partner. it's not like buck is exactly lacking for older queer people in his life who could give him the advice and guidance that he needs. why does tommy have to be this noble, self-sacrificing perfect partner and Queer Elder™ that only exists to support buck? lol. it's just so strange to me.
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i think they should explore the fact that c!sapnap lied to c!george and made c!george think c!dream hated him when he didnt.
imma keep it a buck fifty with you anon you just handed me a little feast. i have watched the el rapids arc like 4 times (it’s the first c!dtqk arc i caught live and my favorite arc on the dsmp by far) so i’ll gladly talk about anything from this era.
i think that if you watched those streams it’s clear that sapnap DID believe what he was saying. he drew the conclusion that dream’s speech about not caring about anything in the server extended to him and george. i don’t think he believed tommy when he said “i think he cares about george” in a joking tone because frankly sapnap had no reason to believe tommy. they weren’t particularly friendly at that point (not saying they were hostile necessarily but they didn’t really move towards any level of friendship until doomsday and had recently fought on opposite sides of a war)
sapnap had fairly good reason to believe that dream didn’t care about them at that point. he wasn’t spending time with them like the good old days, instead focusing on his vendetta against l’manburg. this was also mere days after they initially founded mexican l’manburg (which was george’s idea btw, this gets forgotten a lot i feel?) and dream was already showing some hostility toward their new nation by stealing the presidential slab briefly (only real artifact to their nation), griefing their land while they were building, and chasing mexican dream. so yeah why would sapnap think that dream cared about either of them? he was showing blatant disregard for the place that george and sapnap had built together with their other friends
what’s more, dream dethroned george mere hours after that conversation happened. as in it was the same night. dream may have said he did it to protect george but c!dream is also a liar and imo he dethroned george because his involvement with mexican l’manburg and friendship with quackity (the acting vp of l’manburg at the time) didn’t serve him as well as reinstating eret, who acknowledged the kingship as a mere figurehead, would. even if there was a layer of protecting george but dream didn’t ask him if it was what he wanted, he just took the crown away and acted like he was ridiculous for being upset. like legitimately called him a baby and sent people to kill him when he and his friends discussed plans to get the throne back because he was upset that dream was just using him to consolidate power
personally (and this is obviously something that can be interpreted differently) i do think dream cared about BOTH of them to some extent. but i think he also valued them more as tools than people at that point and wanted both of them to be the people that he fought with during the l’manburg revolution. but george and sapnap had both changed since then and dream had too. that’s what’s kind of tragic about it.
i guess the tldr is sapnap didn’t maliciously lie to george to turn him against dream. sapnap has always been loyal to george and the reason he told him he didn’t care about them was because he was hurt and insecure and genuinely believed that
#long post#dsmp#george#sapnap#dream#my meta#<-i spent too long on this to not put it in my analysis tag#answered#anonymous
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And I believe my husband is guessing that the name is Malika and that is correct that is the female pharaoh and it's the wife of Tutankhamun... And Daniel Webster was Alan Cromwell and that was my husband's uncle and it's not a brother of his dad it's a brother of his granddaddy dhwb and he's schwartzkopf and he's buried in West point
They may call me Monday to Massachusetts I don't know if I'll show up and representing three other lawsuits and presenting a pretty good one today where they let my husband go lay them off and they didn't give a reason except someone else is taking his job which is not really good enough to lay someone off I think.
Nefertiti
I looked at it we have a case. You can't lay someone off for no reason at all except someone else is taking your job over because of coming off another job we were hiding as the permanent estimator and they suck for doing it and did it on purpose to bother you and to move you around but we looked and the witnesses all say and under oath and they've been questioning about it and by the law enforcement we're investigating Aaron Mike and they're doing a large investigation and started a year ago and it is not Biden who instigated it it's local law enforcement they said you laid them off with no reason and also they heard he has a huge number of robots millions of octillions and they're in jeopardy but Tommy f they went to work. Now I see how big it is and that the fool is probably an idiot so it's on they say and both of them suck real bad. He sucks for pushing it but he has to but we need those cops as witnesses and for their information as a matter of fact I'm going to call them and ask them if they do testimony they don't have to but we can send subpoenas and I like them to go voluntarily. It's not much of a case it's just about future earnings unemployment and that kind of thing and proper notification they gave him one week when if you're laying someone off and it's for a reason like displacement then you have to give them a month and that's California law and told me like a few hundred bucks we got to sue them for millions because they did it on purpose and the police are saying it he's still an investigation and I'll have to see what they can release if anything but they say it'll help us because they're doing this investigation of this huge guy other people start doing it and they're starting to look into it now it's Colton California PD my son is laughing like crazy because they used to have the sheriff out there too and they're pretty big but the local PD is never really big so he's suggests that they liaison with the sheriff now is there sheriff handles terrorism and they are actually getting enlightened cuz they had some notes that said it and they're pretty big and you'll get attention cuz you're like waiting the point and they know it and need to know what you know just have to tickle him once a day so they go ahead and do it and it's going to work and they really need the help. It's not laughing cuz it's funny and yeah I'm Asian I guess it says I can draw a four-door Dodge if you like they said that's not necessary but fun that's a real Case by the way he did something very unscrupulous there. He also said Bob Marshall at O'Connor we'll see if he wants to press charges we know how we did it too it's messing with the computer and he was messing with a computer at Churchill and Banks and we know who he was. He was Robert Shaker and he was the one doing it and Kyle Lloyd is still around and is a witness and wants to go after him and we're going to use that as a unlawful termination and not notice and against the company too because Daniel didn't want it I'm going to send him a letter today
Is there a screwing with him in every job he did it back towel too he's messing with Stan and everybody else to mess with ghwb who's then a big wig in the government.
There's a huge number of people after him he's screwed. Is messing around with it as a hottest building Company and it was due to Essex building Company he knew how to screw around with them and he did it all day long and we have evidence and proof of him in the office doing it he did it cuz he doesn't like him cuz he knows how to estimate and he doesn't and he's a fool I'm going to make him pay for it I'm assuming for Uber company his idea he took took a lot of our son's ideas except the major offender so going after him pretty hard. And who does building Company he was several people and characters one of them came in as some sort of department of defense guy supposedly to investigate and he didn't get the job another guy came in for as a PM for like 2 weeks and was laid off then he was Bill London North Carolina and he sucked real bad and he was screwing around with her son the whole time encouragement to dump these stock and it was threatening him it's going to bring that to court too you haven't really done these cases but we're going to bring them all in now we need to attract their attention and we see what Katya equus is doing and it's the right thing she's an awesome woman and she's proving it and we have to at least do it she's doing our son says bigger it's going to be humongous. And Blake and Bud and others were abused by him and they were set up a little bit and 9/11 and had to remain silent and it was found out that he was one of the two Jets that was running some sort of AI controlling the people who were controlling the plane and that's right just like he's accusing everybody else of and he might have real huge facilities.
So I'm going to court with him and if it starts mouth and off and stuff I guess we'll just let him mouth off usually hangs himself
There's several abuses of lake Otis is messing with him with his ex-wife and you can see why he's messing with her all the time now and Blake wants revenge and he was messing with Tommy f wife and he's messing with her son and Nefertiti it's a huge a****** so we kind of doing all this and he's doing like 90% of it is this constant droning noisy piece of s*** is a huge huge loser too does it all the time day and night Cassandra wants to testify and we'll accept that and the police know what she was doing she's making notes and sending it to her dad and her dad was his son so she stopped doing it and said I couldn't find anything of value and she started sending it to someone else that's when Garth got involved and he saved a lot of people with it and the same Cassandra and that he's in on it 100%. So going after him very hard and we're suing for a ton of stuff ed a lot and we can talk to him about it if you'd like and he can hire his own lawyer and we're going with a team I'd like to do that because it has much better results and for our son and we need it now it's furthermore there's a huge number of things to say about it I'm going to bring suit for each one and he was laid off they did it correctly but they're kind of mean and he was mad and he did a lot of work and he's helping the company stand float and it was pushed around a lot and it's cuz that a****** Trump says I don't have any concrete proof right now but it's him and he does mind s*** and encourage Ken Baker to dump the stock threading people down there because he's having his guns and Graves and he's telling Jay muscle stuff and threatening his family they heard that they went ballistic on the guy they found out he's doing tons of stuff he found out he was going down deep too start cutting them off start a war he keeps on walking our sun around riding him around too much over exercising and over exerting him every way you look this is stupid a****** having him do that and we hate him for it okay we absolutely hate the guy if you're supporting him in these activities you're going to go down you can't stand it he's got a problem and he won't let it heal sister for hours trying to heal it and the guy sits on it he's a huge puke. It doesn't show any abuses him and he puts his stuff in the show talks about him and the show uses code and signs in the show we have to do some of the stuff get them going on it this way so that's the ride of the century. So Thor Freya came and talked to me and said we're missing something he said you could ride the living s*** out of him and we're not doing it so I looked at my notes and said he's violating all these laws and he has a lot of stuff and we need cover and we got like a three-way with foreigners as a fourth so he's going to what's wrong with it so now I see what it is he's sitting there breaking the law on every count with regards to your treatment. So we're going to swallow this day today you guys already ruined out there in the field
Bitol and Goddess Wife
John remillard the insane Trump has stopped by Tommy f of course he's been shooting him in the head like once a day for 20 days of course he knows what he's gotten what he's doing. His sits there no he doesn't it's like a f****** complete idiot. He doesn't have all the codes he doesn't have the way into all of them he's only been into about 1/8 of the last and it's not that much it's less it's probably about 200,000 octillion which is a small portion of it seems like a lot to him but it's a small portion so we're going after it we're going after his factories too we've taken several of them they can't figure out where they are attorney one of those huge cloning facilities into a factory and that's for electric company motorcycles electric Company. We're moving on his stuff that is we're moving on Trump's stuff and the robots and we're doing it right now tons of them those people don't know about all of them and there's a huge rush to it.
He's still bringing idiots out there into Arizona and the movie is coming out shortly and he's the idiot on the motorcycle and he took it from Randall text Cobb and it's actually our son's motorcycle and he wants it back it's the rm 100
And we're going to help and he's calling Hera's father and she's calling her mother. It's the God Suzuki and Goddess Suzuki. This state they will help now is it going to get it back and that he's out there getting creamed it should be John crema Lord. And no we're not Korean but thank you again. And there's probably another 400,000 artillion out there about 1 million are gone no it's about 500,000 artillion dead and half of my trumpsters yes now they're in fighting like mad while they're going and it's all over the radio it's these people. And it's Tommy f and mac daddy there too LOL all three Suzuki god and goddess say.
For making tons and tons and tons of these motorcycles we have huge orders and yeah we're not meeting him and we need giant numbers of personnel I see about it too with each bats that go out with it so we have this 30 by 30 by 40 it's old I would bring it up tonight or outfitting it now and we're going to put equipment in it most of it and it'll be able to pump out like 400 octillion a day which is a ton of advice that's more than anybody's factory on Earth and it'll set the staple we have these huge factories and we know what to do with the other ones it's going to be massive we're going to pull the other ones out for nights and White satin two massive ones and all the other ones for but at 400 artillion today we're going to meet demand for time till we become more famous then we'll probably be in a creek again no it's a gigantic number and it makes all sorts of bikes now and we're going to start up the chopper company and probably in California it's less hot and everybody will be involved in it's his country but the guys agree it's way too hot out there hot. We've got 15,000 octillion a minute coming out there I mean come on it's really bad. We're down in the shop anyways making the prototypes they haven't done by today and he says it be nice time for a ride up the coast with them, all of us too so they're all coming in now they get the gig and why up through San Luis Obispo to the newspaper guy remember all the code this is intense you have a little race up that spiral mountain that they kept calling the English language mountain and really we're probably going to go near where the light cycle movie was made to get up there and we'll go over the Golden gate this is going to be awesome it's quite a show too those bikes are real loud really cool looking and we could go to a bunch of bars and leave our card tonight we'll be ready earlier it's only 11:30 here roughly and we're going to have them ready wow he says yeah we're pretty quick and the computer makes the mold. It makes them all for everything else that fits no but pretty close we could do it that way don't want to we physically check it everything is going to fit and it's going to run I've almost finished yours so everybody's hauling ass with a different version for a different countries okay this is going to be great it's going to be like 4,000 bikes so we got to do something. March of dimes and we know which one accepts it March of dimes does so we're going to try them first and this a few others if they don't but I think they will on the phone with them now and they're saying great this has been done before and how are you raising money and we say we're going up the coast it's a charity run we're going to get sponsors and usually there are people who want to support the company they want to be associated with it restaurants bars some alcohol companies apparel companies so he goes ahead and says well that's terrific he says put me in for March of dimes. Let me say we can't we're going to confirming to you but it will be on all the literature if approves any of those good accepted he did say that way too. We have a couple of companies that are already sponsoring it and one is some company that makes candy and there's another one that makes a soda and he knows that they're pretty big so he thought we were famous and we sort of have names but they're not real famous but we do build it correctly and he knows who it is sort of so he's accepting and we're going to send him a big fat check and it's a great way to do it you said you make the whole thing March of dimes off and down okay have to go up and down then have a March of dimes closing ceremony and party in the middle of the night if we get back there tonight so probably will usually only takes a few hours up and back and we saw at restaurants who are sponsoring it you're getting calls now there's tons of them but we can stop at tons of them and we're going to be riding their brand new bikes that'll be going into manufacturing tonight
Thor Freya
I do get the idea to pull up a few old robot factories I'm going to be building the choppers out of them some of the equipment is there scanned it and it'll work
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Promises Not Kept Epilogue
Summary: Tommy Shelby made a promise to Jonah Ward while in the war. A promise he didn't keep. But it comes to haunt him when he tries to drown out his sorrows with a young woman.
Epilogue: Tommy just wants to go home.
It was three in the morning when Tommy woke his wife up. “I want to go home.” He decided once Leah had sat up and opened her eyes.
“Huh?” She rubbed her eyes with a yawn. “Home, like Birmingham?”
“No, Arrow House.”
“Alright.” She nodded. After all, she assumed they would have to go home sooner or later. They couldn’t just move in with Alfie for the rest of their lives, even if the children would’ve preferred it.
“No, Lee, I want to go home. Really just go home.”
Perhaps it was the early hour, but Leah didn’t understand. “I don’t get what you mean.”
“I just want to go home. I can turn over the business to someone else in the family. Michael has a plan for running a more legitimate operation. I can give him the reins. As for Parliament, I can run out my time and not run for re-election.”
She looked at him in disbelief. It was the words she wanted to hear him say for years, but never assumed he would ever say them. “Why-what changed your mind?” She wondered, hoping the question wouldn’t put him off from the idea.
“I can’t fucking take it anymore.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I won’t last much longer if I continue. And I can’t leave you or the kids not this soon.”
Although she wanted to jump at the chance to get him to retire, she was hesitant for various reasons. “Last time you tried to relax…” She reminded him.
“I know,” Tommy remembered the haze of anguish as his wife cleaned up the wound on his hand and had to help him up off the floor of his study. “I’m not saying it will be easy. But it’s something.”
Leah bit her lip and reached over to touch his cheek. “I just want you to be happy, Tom.”
He rested a hand over hers. “You and the children make me happy. I just-I just need to leave all the other shit behind.”
She began to cry, tears of joy, but tears all the same. “Oh, Tom.” She gasped in relief and sank into his arms.
He held her close, rubbing her back comfortingly. “Sh, sh, s’alright. It’s going to be alright.”
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“You know when I got out of the hospital after you shot me in the fucking face. Remember, that right?”
“Yes, Alfie, I remember.”
“Well after I returned here, I sat down in me armchair and wondered what the hell I were going to do the rest of me fucking life.”
The two men were sitting outside in the chairs out on the lawn. There, the children were playing together, savoring their last day in Margate before going back to Warwickshire. Leah was inside making sure that everything was packed and they’d left the rooms in a clean state. She hoped they would be welcomed back in the future, perhaps to go on holiday or just to visit. The beachfront property, and Alfie, had really grown on her.
“’Course I don’t know how many years I’ve got left, right, but it’s still something to think ‘bout innit? Nothing to work on, nothing to keep me occupied. Seemed like a fucking nightmare. But there’s something to be said about retiring. Comforting, right, ‘cause you ain’t got nothing relying on you.” Alfie paused to take a drag from his pipe. “I’m sure that would drive you absolutely bat shit crazy, wouldn’t it?”
Tommy nodded slightly. “I suppose it would. I’ve been moving forward all me life.”
“You’re still moving forward, mate. We all are. Just ‘cause you ain’t out doing anything, making deals ‘n shit. Got to find the happy medium, right. Halfway ‘tween overworking and being dead in the grave.” Alfie pointed at Tommy. “But, I tell you this. You’ve got the advantage, haven’t you? Three young kids and a wife? Mate, if they don’t keep you busy than I don’t know what the fuck will.”
The Brummie nodded slowly, watching his children running about still playing the fantasy game of pirates.
“And by the time they’re older, you’ll’ve gotten used to being idle.”
It was a promising notion. If Tommy could throw himself into his children’s lives, would that be enough to keep the shovels away? He didn’t know until he tried. And he needed to try for their sake and Leah’s sake. “So that’s why you like having them around, aye? You’re lonely?”
Alfie rolled his eyes. “It were a favor to you. No, not even you. Favor to your wife. She’s a fucking saint for putting up with you all these years.”
“That she is.” Tommy couldn’t argue with that.
“Kids, right, they’re messy, loud, whiney, needy, you’ve gotta do everything for them.” He snorted and shook his head. “I’ll stick to raising dogs.” Then he paused. “But sure, they fill the space, don’t they?”
“So, you mind us coming back then.” Tommy surmised, stubbing out his cigarette.
“S’long as you give me a few weeks’ notice, I s’pose that’ll be alright.”
“Of course.”
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“Bye, Uncle Alfie.”
“Hey, now, why the gloomy face, aye?” Alfie knelt down to come eye to eye with Johanna. The Shelbys were all packed up and ready to head back to Warwickshire. But the children were a bit glum.
“I don’t wanna go home.” The little girl pouted and clutched her stuffed rabbit close to her chest.
“Why’s that? S’been a while since you’ve been home. You get to see all the horses again, right?”
Johanna nodded but still stuck out her lower lip.
“Get to go back to school in September too, yeah? You’ll meet new friends and have a grand ol’ time, won’t you?” Alfie tried to get her to lighten up a little.
She just shrugged. “I guess.”
“Buck up, kiddo. You ‘n your family can come back here to visit whenever. Won’t be long ‘till you’re back here on holiday.” He stood and scooped her up so he could help her into the car. Charlie and Cyril were already wedged in the backseat. “Cap’n Charlie.” Alfie tipped his cap. “You look after your crew, aye?”
“Aye-aye!” Charlie beamed proudly.
Leah came out holding Molly. Tommy was following with the last of their things. “Alfie, I don’t know how we can thank you for everything.” She said gently.
“Oh, nonsense.” Alfie shrugged off her concern. “The only thing you two need to do is take care of each other. Tommy and I, right, had a pretty shit upbringing. Perhaps it’s God’s plan that we stop the cycle from repeating, yeah?”
Leah smiled and touched Tommy’s shoulder. “I think we’ll do okay at that.”
Although Tommy was worried about the changes they were entering, he smiled too. “Thank you, Alfie.” He shook the man’s hand. For once it was a handshake purely out of good brotherhood. Not a deal in progress. Just a gesture of thanks.
“Right, set a course for Warwickshire, Miss Joey you keep a close watch on the sails,” Alfie instructed.
Johanna and Charlie laughed out the open window of the car. “Bye, Uncle Alfie!” They chirped happily.
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Tommy knew that when Arrow House was empty, it felt like a shell of a house. Just bare-bones, chilly and barren. When the children filled the space, it suddenly came alive. Noise was a constant from wake-up time to bedtime. There was a warmth to it that kept even the largest rooms toasty and it wasn’t because it was the beginning of summer.
Photographs filled the space and it was very difficult to walk through the house without stepping or tripping on a toy. Tommy had a particularly nasty tumble when he tripped over a rocking horse in the middle of the night.
But the house was finally becoming something it had never been before even at their best moments. It was a family home. Where everyone felt like they belonged there and there was no doubt of that.
Yet despite the atmosphere changing and the routine settling into stone, things were not all perfect. It was one thing trying to turn over the business to the rest of his family. The process was long and taxing and took a lot of Tommy’s attention. So much so that when it was over, he wasn’t sure what else he could do.
Of course, he still held his seat in Parliament. But he removed himself from the party with Mosley and for the most part kept his head down. He didn’t listen to the rumors or scathing remarks from others. Powerful, up and coming Tommy Shelby was stepping away from it all. He wasn’t the man he used to be.
Tommy knew Mosley had retribution coming for him. It was only a matter of time. Instead, he focused on what he initially set out to do before he was drafted into the war. He wanted to help those shunned by the elite of society.
With Leah’s help, they looked into opening more homes for children under Grace’s foundation. Slowly but surely, he felt himself returning to the man he once was. A romantic who smiled more and wanted justice for those who couldn’t get it themselves.
Tommy knew that keeping himself busy with things he believed in and his family, he could keep the shovels away. But he wasn’t totally in the clear.
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It came via a phone call from Michael. There was trouble with Italians on the racetrack. Arthur was meant to be handling it but Michael was worried about the repercussions to their funds. They were still relying heavily on cash to get through the financial depression. And the tracks had made them a good sum of money to keep the rest of the business afloat. Now, Sabini’s men were making a try for their pitches.
It was almost instinct, Tommy wanted to instruct his cousin on what to do. He’d drive over, gun in hand and start dealing out threats to anyone who was challenging his business.
Then Leah passed by the open door of his study. She was carrying Molly upstairs, the little girl fast asleep in her arms. His wife glanced over and met his eyes. She smiled.
It felt like every nerve in Tommy’s body was fighting itself. His heart was pounding in his chest as he clutched the phone.
“Tom? Tommy? Are you still there?”
Forcefully, he hung up the phone and put his head in his arms. He needed to take care of his children. What if he went out to challenge Sabini and he was shot? What if that was his final action? Leah would be devastated that he hadn’t stayed honest, his children would be heartbroken. Molly wouldn’t even have a memory of him. Just like Charlie didn’t have a memory of Grace.
He felt it coming. As if he were standing on a train track and he could feel the vibrations of the incoming train. He could hear the loud whistle in the air. Could see the smoke curling over the horizon. But he couldn’t move an inch off the tracks. He just had to wait for it to hit him.
Fingers curling into his hair, his chest seized as he tried to take a few deep breaths. But it was futile. The panicked feeling was already upon him. The thing that was too powerful to fight. An old enemy.
Leah came back downstairs after putting the children to bed. She checked in on Tommy and found him slumped over his desk, hyperventilating. By that point, she recognized the signs that he wasn’t in medical danger, he was suffering from something completely in his mind.
“Tom…Tommy,” She hurried over to his desk. “It’s okay, I’m here.”
He didn’t answer, he hardly even moved aside from his panicked breathing.
Leah knelt down by his desk chair and put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m here. I’m here, Tom.” She whispered softly. “You’ll be okay, you’ll get through this, I promise. I promise. I promise you will.”
It took about two hours until Tommy was worn out. Wordlessly, he reached out to his wife. She helped him upstairs and into bed where he fell asleep rather quickly. Leaving her to watch over him with a worried look. She thought she would be enough.
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The next morning, Tommy woke up very early. Leah was still fast asleep as he got dressed in an old button-down shirt, trousers, and bracers. He grabbed his flat cap and carefully shut the door behind him so he didn’t wake her.
The maids were preparing breakfast for the children so it would be ready for them when they woke for school.
“Francis, I’m going on a ride. Will you tell Leah when she wakes up?” Tommy grabbed his riding boots and coat.
“Of course, Mr. Shelby.”
He was about to leave out the door when he heard quiet footsteps behind him. Tommy turned and saw Charlie halfway down the stairs. He was dressed for school, carrying his uniform jacket and cap over his arm.
“Where are you going?” He asked.
“Why are you up?” Tommy skirted the question.
Charlie shrugged. “I heard you get up and I thought it was time for school.” He explained.
“It’s still too early, you can go back upstairs.”
But Charlie lingered on the steps. “Are you going away, dad?” He asked in a small voice.
Tommy’s brow furrowed. “Away? What do you mean?”
“Like…when you’ve left before.”
Father and son stared at each other in the foyer, neither exactly sure how to tell the other one how they truly felt. But their emotions had been simmering in their stomachs for so long, they were bound to come out eventually.
“Go and get your riding boots,” Tommy instructed, instead of really answering his son.
Charlie immediately perked up at the prospect of going riding. “Really?”
“Quickly.” Tommy nodded.
The boy dropped his jacket and cap to rush and get his boots.
“Francis, tell Leah that Charlie will be coming with me as well. He’ll be taking the day off from school as well.”
“Yes. Mr. Shelby.”
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Zeus and Pippin were quite the opposites as far as horses went. Tommy’s large black gelding was steady but powerful. A thoroughbred-draft cross, he was built like a tank and carried himself as such. Pippin was Charlie’s little Haflinger pony. With his long, blond mane and round belly, he looked a bit dopey next to Zeus. Despite his short stature, he was still headstrong and could give Charlie a hard time. However, he never intentionally tried to harm the boy.
That’s why Tommy felt comfortable heading out on the trails with Charlie off the lunge line. Even if Pippin were to spook, his short legs wouldn’t carry him very far and he would most likely give up before he even tried running off. The only Charlie had to worry about was Pippin eating the entire trip along the trail. Bending his neck down to graze at the long grass or grabbing a bite from one of the bushes along the way. Charlie had to constantly pull him away from anything that looked edible.
The first leg of the journey, Tommy and Charlie was quiet. They listened to the forest creatures start to stir with the rising sun. Birds chirped good mornings to one another as they flitted from branch to branch. The brush stirred with movements of rabbits or squirrels or even the occasional fox. As the sun climbed higher off the horizon, the rays began to filter through the summer leaves. Dappled sunshine highlighting the shiny buckles and stirrups on the horses’ tack.
Tommy shed off his jacket as the air became warmer and started to buzz with the sound of insects. “Let’s stop up ahead.”
They came out of the forest onto a large hill. From the top of the hill, they could see a wide view of the British countryside. Fields and fences rolling over hills and dips in the land. There was a herd of cows a couple of miles away, slowly moving across a pasture.
Tommy dismounted and helped Charlie down as well. He offered his son water and a snack that he had packed before leaving. He felt that he would be out for a while, he needed some open air and space.
The two settled onto the grass, Tommy’s legs sprawled out as he propped himself up with his elbows to watch the sun continue to rise in the sky. “I remember taking you out in the vardo after Grace passed away.” He began to tell his son without prompting.
“I don’t remember that.” Charlie frowned as he opened the package of biscuits.
“No, you were very little. About Molly’s age. Could hardly talk. But you said Mumma.” Tommy kept his eyes out on the horizon, nodding absent-mindedly. “I told you that I was no good.” He recalled.
“Why?”
Tommy sighed and looked over at his son. Sometimes, when he woke up in the morning, he still expected Charlie to come toddling in. Still just an infant, hardly able to say much. When he came downstairs, sometimes it put Tommy in a shock. He’d gotten so big in seemingly such a short amount of time. As had Johanna. As had Molly. They all grew unbelievably quickly and Tommy was almost desperate to put a halt to time. Because what happened when they became teenagers or young adults? When they could truly see the kind of man he was? Or maybe they would hear stories about what he’d done in the past. What if they never wanted to speak with him again? What if they wrote him out of their lives?
When they were at the ages they were, Tommy could do no wrong. He was a saint because they didn’t know any better. Now he was just afraid of what would happen when they did know better.
“Because I thought I couldn’t take care of you properly.” Tommy picked a pine needle out of Charlie’s blonde hair. “Not without Grace, at least. I was very fortunate your mum came into me life. But I still worry that I’m not enough for you or your sisters.” He admitted, even if he wasn’t sure that Charlie would understand. It felt good to try and own up to his fears out loud.
“I was really sad when we were in America and you weren’t with us,” Charlie told him. “Because I thought that you didn’t care about me or Jo. But I think you care ‘bout us now.” Charlie said with a shy shrug. “’Cause you’re home more and you smile more. And you play with us and tell us stories. I like that.”
Tommy swallowed. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I think it’s nice. Because I like when you’re here. And if you weren’t here I think Jo and mum and Molly would be sad. I would be sad too.”
“I like being here for you all too.” Tommy nodded and took a deep breath. That’s all he could do. Be there for them. Even if he thought he was a shit father, at least he wasn’t away. He was there and they would have memories of him. Memories of the promises he made to them.
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Dear Mr. and Mrs. Shelby, Mr. Charles, Miss Johanna, and Miss Molly.
If you’re reading this, then I’ve died. I’ve asked this to be mailed to you when I do die so that’ll be the only reason, you’re reading it. After the skin cancer returned, I decided to get my affairs in order just in case. Yesterday, the doctor said the cancer had spread to my organs. He used a big word but I’m not going to try and spell it out. You’ll most likely be notified of my funeral, just know it’ll be in Jewish customs. So, dress in something you don’t mind tearing. Ollie will explain everything to you when you arrive at Margate. Speaking of Margate, since I have no children to pass it on to, I decided to put my house in the Shelby name once I pass. I decided this a long time ago, but seeing the children enjoy the house for so many years, I figured it was only right. My lawyer will have everything in place, so no need to worry about that.
In the event that you’ll visit my grave in the future, I’ll ask this of you. Jews don’t really use flowers to give their condolences. Don’t want a bunch of dead flowers crowding my gravestone. Instead, it is custom to place a small rock on the gravesite. I’ll ask this of you.
Tommy, after a tumultuous length of time as business partners, I am happy to part as friends. I appreciate you allowing your family to bring me some joy in my years of retirement. Know that I went peacefully and I am now with God.
Regards,
Alfred Solomons
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“Molly, Molly, careful!” Leah called out. “Oh, Tommy please go help her.”
Spring was budding in Margate as the Shelby family took the path to a familiar location. Nine-year-old Molly was being half-dragged there by their enormous bullmastiff who was only six months old but almost the size of what Cyril was fully grown.
Tommy trotted a few steps to grab the leash and rein in the excited pup. “Heel, Leo, heel!”
“I’ve got him, dad!” Molly complained even though her arm was getting tired from the puppy yanking on the lead.
“I know, I’m just trying to help.” Tommy got Leo back in place beside Molly.
“I’ve got a stone,” Johanna said, turning the smooth rock over in her hand. “I found it on the beach this morning.”
Molly gasped in a panic. “I forgot my stone!” She exclaimed.
“It’s okay, poppet,” Leah assured her. “We’ll find one on the way.”
“But it won’t be a pretty stone from the beach like Joey’s!” She protested.
“That’s alright.” Tommy placed a hand on his daughter’s shoulder. “Alfie would just appreciate the gesture.”
Finally, they arrived at Alfie’s grave. Already piled with rocks as they often visited and left their stones to commemorate him as he requested. Beside his grave lay Cyril who passed a couple of months after Alfie did. Almost in a fitting way of respect.
Charlie, who was seventeen, set his stone down first. He carefully dusted off the top of the headstone. They all had taken the loss in different ways. But all of them missed the larger-than-life man.
“Remember the time when we found a crab in a tidepool and it pinched Alfie’s thumb?” Johanna asked as she placed her stone atop the others.
Charlie chuckled. “That’s when Molly learned her first swear.”
Tommy couldn’t help but smile. He remembered Alfie swearing up a storm, trying to shake the critter off his hand. Leah was horrified when Molly started spouting off ‘fuck’ too thinking it was a funny word.
“Remember the time Cyril got sprayed by a skunk and rolled all over the carpet in the parlor?” Molly recalled.
Leah sighed. “The whole house stunk for weeks.” She leaned into Tommy’s side.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her temple.
“I liked playing pirates,” Johanna said. “That was the most fun.”
Charlie smiled. “Yeah then he made you captain and we ran aground.”
“Only because you weren’t looking!” His sister stuck her tongue out at him.
“I don’t remember it that way.” The teenager looked amused at the childhood memory.
“Alright, alright. Why don’t we leave Alfie to rest peacefully, and not listen to your bickering.” Tommy said and shooed them off. “Auntie Ada will be here soon with Pol and your cousins.” They were visiting so they could all say goodbye to Karl who had enlisted in the military and was now on his way out to fight in the war that had been looming on the horizon for years.
The three ran ahead with Leo, the puppy yipping at them.
Leah took Tommy’s hand in hers as they walked down the hill at a more leisurely pace. “He would be so proud of you, Tom.” She murmured softly.
Sometimes, Tommy couldn’t believe the time that had passed. His son was growing up to be a man. His daughters were growing up to be intelligent young ladies. They were educated and certainly more refined than he had ever been. But the most important part was they never had to see any of the atrocities he had. They grew into a comfortable life, only having to worry about their studies and friends. They rode horses and played the violin or piano. They smiled and laughed nearly every single day. And after every day, Tommy was there to wish them a good night. To tell him how much he loved them. And how proud he was of them.
And although he still struggled with his mind, Tommy knew that he was learning to accept things as they were. To cope, he looked at what he had been blessed with. Three lovely children and a beautiful wife.
Sometimes, Tommy still couldn’t believe that Leah was his. He assumed that she would’ve been gone years ago because of his behavior. But she stuck with him through thick and thin. Saw him at his lowest and helped him out of it. They knew everything about each other and it was so comforting to have someone there for him every night as he fell asleep. She kept the shovels away.
Neither of them was numb anymore. Not in the way they had been when they met. In fact, they were so full of life and love for their family and each other. Despite what was coming in Europe, they would always have each other and that meant something. It meant that Tommy had kept his promise to her.
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So you’re pretty sure of him being next season still around… glad to know, because I totally agree, cause a lot of people is sure that they’re going to break up soon…and honestly, if that was the case, story wise, it wouldn’t make any sense to me…
Maybe you’re right and the ILY will arrive next season, but this season I would love for them to take the next step and label themselves as a serious relationship…
Yeah, I'm pretty sure Tommy will stays at least for season 8. because of story they are making and because of how bucktommy was taken by fandom and the thing that Lou was followed by 911 ig account. For me it all speaks "we want more of him"
You're absolutely right that story wise for now there's no reason for Buck and Tommy to break up. They for now was only on two dates(and we will not see the time skip to wedding I guess but still I believe it's several week after coffee date so we also can add some more dates+ wedding) and they are absolutely smitten with each other and want to try to know each other. Tim, Lou and if I'm not mistaken Oliver all said they want romcom and I can't see them break even at the end of the season,but I can see them taken more serious step as calling each other boyfriends. Oliver also said there's gonna be more kisses and Buck initiate some of them, so Buck definitely feels more confident in his relationship and I can see him only trying to make them deeper and more meaningful, but not "clinging" because he's scared to be alone, but because he really likes Tommy
When they didn't want someone for long, Ali for example, they barely gave us anything about the character. We literally just knew that where she works, that she was dying her hair blonde for a lot of time and that's all. About Ana, who stayed for pretty longer, we jts knew her work, that she has sister(right before break up) and that's all. Even Taylor had backstory only in 5s when I guess they tried to make Bucktaylor work.
About Tommy we already know some things from begins episodes and that's btw makes everything easier. Tim said that they chose Tommy because he was already existed in the universe, they don't need to create new person, but they made Tommy deeper. We literally had Tommy in 6 episodes (in one barely) and we already know more about him we know about Tailor who was around for 1,5 seasons. They showed us where he works, said that he was in the army(in begins it never mentioned), made his story we saw in begins deeper with saying "yeah, he was in closet.", told us about his interests like Muay Thai, cars, basketball, we know he's a movie fan like Chim (begins). We know he loves Love,actually and craft beer. They made him Eddie's new friend. Also they let Lou to share his ideas how he sees Tommy (hard unstable childhood) which I'm sure wasn't for nothing. I see them making Tommy the character on the Karen's level at least .The LI of the main character, who is regular with enough backstory to make them interesting and lovable to the audience, but no need to make them main. Also Tommy's job allows him to make appearance any time they want. And his friendship with Eddie, Chim and Hen too. So he doesn't need to be just "Buck's boyfriend". Tommy has way better treatment any gf of Buck or Eddie had and we have him as a LI for only 3 episodes. Imagine what they can do till the end of the season and during next one? Make him loveable LI who is not plot device, but also no need to make him main. And as Tommy not in 118, 911 don't even have to go through standard plot of "oh, we are working together and it's gonna be a lot of drama about it". Too old
#diana answers#how you can see I love Tommy and talk about him#thank you for aks 💙😘#bucktommy#tuck#tevan#tommy kinard#lou ferrigno jr
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Come Find Me
Come Find Me
by rons-hermiones
Summary: Unplanned, Hermione is forced to spend Christmas at the Burrow due to her grandmother falling very ill. After being ignored by Hermione for weeks, Ron is determined to show her how much she means to him. Just before he gets the chance to tell her, Bellatrix Lestrange shows up with other plans for Hermione. Can Ron get to her before it's too late? (Ron/Hermione Half-Blood Prince AU)
Rating: M for language & dark themes in later chapters.
Chapter Twenty Five
Draco had become sparse since returning to Hogwarts. Ron only saw him whenever he was in the Great Hall, or in potions. Both were too crowded to even corner the git.
Of course, he could ask Harry for the map, but that would raise suspicions. Something he wasn’t willing to do yet.
Other than that, the month since arriving back has been what Ron could only describe as routine. Wake up. Eat breakfast. Go to class. Eat lunch. Avoid Lavender. Maybe dinner. Quidditch. Do patrols. Terrible nightmares. Repeat.
In all honesty, he was doing whatever he could to avoid anyone but Harry and Ginny. People so often offhandedly mentioned her, it made him tick.
“Ah, Harry, do you know when Miss Granger will be back? I’ve missed her at dinners.” Slughorn would question every now and again.
“Oi! Dreaming of Granger again?” Seamus would ask as Ron groaned her name in his sleep.
“Did you send my last letter out to Hermione?” Neville would say every time he saw Hedwig.
“Ron, if patrols are too much, we can always get an interim prefect until Hermione’s back.” Katie Bell would tell him.
But what he thinks may be worse, is the pitiful stares of those who knew the truth McGonagall wouldn’t even berate him for late work. Dumbledore always gave him a sad smile. His family's letters were always full of concern for his state. Said letters had little update on the Order, souring his mood.
His mother would ask him what he wanted for his birthday, which was only about a week away now. She couldn’t give him what he wanted though.
His father would write and tell him they’ve placed wards at the Granger’s and currently have an Auror team dedicated to her case. But it didn’t feel like enough. Nothing was.
Times like those, he had nearly shared his suspicions with his father on Draco Malfoy, but soon decided against it.
All he had were silly dreams, a weird instance on the train, and the knowledge of the git spending all his time in the Room of Requirement. It wasn’t exactly concrete. It was nothing really.
On the bright side, he supposes, he’s somehow avoided Lavender quiet well, but he still knows she’s talking of him. Telling people they’re together and whatnot. He just didn’t have the patience to deal with it right now.
All these thoughts soon halted as a small Gryffindor first year came up to him, looking nervous.
“You’re Ron Weasley?” The little boy asked.
Ron nodded. He was after all on duty, so the kid could need help.
“Someone in the common room gave me a knut to find you.”
“Oh?” He questioned confused, “who?”
The first year who he now recognized to be a little boy named Tommy who Hermione once helped him with his Potions work.
The little boy flushed, “I’m not very good with names, but he said it was about, Hermi-“
“Hermione?” Ron cut off anxiously.
He nodded, “Prefect Granger.” He settled for.
“Okay, thanks so much Tommy!” He called, racing to the common room, somewhere he’s avoided for weeks.
In the excitement that Harry knows something it didn’t even dawn on him that he’s the most famous wizard in Britain, so surely Tommy would know his name. No, he doesn’t have time to think about that.
“Honeysuckle!” He called to the Fat Lady.
“Oh! Been a while!” She said smiling to Ron.
He groaned, “Honeysuckle!”
“Calm down! And I try to be polite.” She huffed, swinging open.
Quickly, he climbed through looking around for Harry.
“Oh Weasley. There you are.”
His face dropped.
Harry wasn’t looking for him. Not at all.
“I see you got my message from Tommy. I’ve been trying to talk to you for weeks, but you’re not an easy man to find.”
Ron’s fists clench at his sides.
“Or when Cormac McLaggan groped her after Slughorn’s this weekend! Tore her dress and all!”
His eyebrow twitched at the memory.
“No one around here will give me an answer you see. I’ve asked just about the entire tower when Granger will be back. Figured you’d give me a straight answer. You and I seem to have her in common.” McLaggen winked.
And before he could help it, Ron’s fist connected with his nose, making him fall to the floor.
Nearby, people gasped at the sight. Unbeknownst to Ron, Neville was there and soon scurried away to get Harry.
From below, Cormac began laughing. “Touchy subject, eh?” He wiped his bloodied nose, “she talked about you, you know. At Slughorn’s. I, of course, was able to take her mind off you.” He propped up on his elbows, staring Ron right in the eyes.
“Didn’t know she’d be such a good fu-“
Before the words left his mouth, Ron dove on the floor and punched his cheek. Next, he grasped at his collar.
“I know what you did to her! You thought you could get away with something like that, huh?” He bit out in a dangerous whisper, laced with venom.
Though scared, Cormac didn’t back down, “I just did what you never could.” With that, he threw Ron off and hit him squarely in the eye.
“I would never, ever, treat anyone, especially her, that way.” He growled, trying to push the seventh year off, “you don’t touch her!” He bellowed.
“Oh so watching you run around with Lavender Brown made Granger the happiest bird in Gryffindor. I don’t think so.” He commented. The whole tower knew about Ron and Hermione’s fall out.
“That’s not the same and you know it!” He defended, kicking him in the groin.
McLaggen cowered in pain for a moment before moving to punch Ron again.
By now they’ve drawn a crowd.
“Run her off, have you Weasley?” He said in between blows.
“You fucker.” Ron grunted, landing one more blow.
“Ron!” Harry had finally arrived, per Neville.
They kept at it. Rolling around.
“Ron!” He called again.
Ron could vaguely hear Harry but ignored him. This felt good. Way too good. For the first time since Hermione disappeared he felt like he was doing something.
“Ron!” A voice, not Harry’s, yelled, grabbing his attention.
Looking up, he found Lavender standing there in shock.
“Ronald Weasley, I cannot believe you!” She shrieked.
Someone had dragged Cormac away, leaving Ron to stand and face her.
“Come on mate.” Harry says, dragging him up.
“Oh no, he’s not going anywhere.” Lavender claimed, crossing her arms and standing between them and the steps.
“I don’t really see why this concerns you.” Ron grunted, wiping some blood with the back of his sleeve.
“Concerns me? I think it does considering you're my boyfriend!” She yells.
“Boyfriend?” He questions, “I made it perfectly clear to you what we were on the train!”
“And I told you-“ she began to retort angrily.
“What? You told me what? That I couldn’t break up with you. That even though I told you it was over, you just denied it! Didn’t you think there was a reason I avoided you for weeks?”
The pair of them ignored the crowd forming. Anxiously, Harry continued tugging at Ron’s robes, but he just shrugged him off.
“This is about her, isn’t it?” She said knowingly with slanted eyes.
Harry knew the mentioning of Hermione did Ron no good. He continuously called out his name.
“Don’t bring her into this. Don’t.” He warned, voice dangerously low.
“So it is?” She fired back.
“Look Lavender, I’m sorry, okay? I really am. I tried for weeks to break it off with you, and you know it!” Sure Lavender was a bit of a ditz, but she wasn’t by any means a moron, “and I should’ve done it sooner. After that night of the match, honestly, and for that I’m sorry. But when I finally bucked up the courage to end it, you said no, so you can’t blame this on Hermione. You put yourself here.” He told her honestly.
“No,” she repeated, tone similar to the one she used on the train, “no because if you weren’t so hung up on that-that Mud-“
“Don’t finish that.” Ginny called from over Lavender’s shoulders. “Ron would never, but I will slap you silly.”
“Great now you have your sister fighting your battles!” She snorted.
“Well Ginny’s right, don’t ever say that word. Ever.” Ron told her fiercely.
“Again, defending her! Tell me Ron, if you want to ruin everything we had for her, then where is she huh? Where is she?”
He said nothing, mood suddenly shifting.
“If you care so much and you’re so desperate to be her knight in shining armor, then where is she?”
Again, he stood still.
“Maybe McLaggen was right. You did run her off, didn’t you?” Lavender laughed menacingly.
“No. No I didn’t.” He almost whimpered.
“Whatever, if she were here I would tell her that she’s nothing but a no-good-boyfriend-stealing slag!” She exclaimed.
“I said to stop it!” Ron yelled back.
“What’d she do? Hex you? Confund you? Tell you she’d do all your homework?” She accused, “or maybe-“
“I love her!” He admitted.
The whole room went silent.
Harry’s hand slackened on his robes. Ginny’s mouth hung open. Gasps filled the air.
“Alright, I’m sorry if that hurts you, but I can’t help that. I love her.” He takes a shaky breath and runs a hand through his hair, “I’ve been in love with her for years. It’s- I’ve tried not to, but I can’t. I just can’t stop.” Ron said, voice riddled with vulnerability.
He’d never have the courage to do something like this knowing someone could run off and tell Hermione as much. But now, now, he didn’t have anything to lose, did he?
It’s not like Bellatrix Lestrange would report the incident back to Hermione, wherever the hell she is.
Suddenly a harsh sting bloomed over his cheek.
Lavender pulled her hand away, shaking it slightly as it stung from slapping him so hard.
“We’re done.” She claimed before stomping upstairs.
It takes a few moments to register everything that just happened.
Beating up McLaggen. Breaking it off with Lavender. Proclaiming his love to Hermione to over half of Gryffindor. Lavender finally accepting it’s done.
“Bugger off or I’ll give the lot of you detention!” Ron yelled to the crowd as he rubbed his cheek thoughtfully.
Scared, the students scampered back to their respective tasks.
“That,” Ginny breathed to her brother, “that was epic.” She said a little dazed.
“Yeah, cheers.” Ron grimaced as he began to throb all over. The initial adrenaline wearing off as both the slap from Lavender and punches from McLaggen began to throb.
“Come on, we better get you cleaned up.” Harry said, pushing him to the steps, “later Gin.” He called.
Wordlessly, Ron let Harry’s hand guide him up the steps.
“Did that really just happen?” Harry whispered a little astonished.
“Which part? The one where beat up McLaggen. Or maybe when I rowed with Lavender in front of everyone. Oh, how about when I admitted I loved Hermione to the whole buggering tower.” Ron grumbled.
“All of it.” Harry said with a slight chuckle as he set Ron onto his bed and searched his trunk for a flannel.
“I reckon McGonagall will be around soon, giving me detention or something.” The ginger groaned in realization.
Harry shrugged and walked over, “You really think McLaggen would tell and fess up to what he did that night?”
The cold cloth fell on his cheek, Ron winced.
“It’s not like Hermione’s here to explain herself. Is she?” He pointed out.
“McGonagall will believe you. She gets that Hermione can’t be here and that she doesn’t know if she’ll be back.”
The word ‘if’ echoes in Ron’s head. When, Harry meant when.
“If?” A voice questions.
It’s not Ron or Harry’s
Soon, they turn.
Neville stands in the doorway. Concern written all over his face. Practically demanding answers with his eyes alone.
“Hermione might not be back?” He questioned, walking further into the room, ignoring their stunned faces.
They sat still again, not knowing what to say. Never have they seen such fire behind Neville’s eyes.
Ron and Harry jumped when he slammed the door.
“Oi listen up and listen good,” he demanded, voice never wavering, “Hermione may be your friend, but she’s mine too, alright! And I may be daft but I’m not stupid!” Neville cried out.
“The lot of you have been acting weird since holiday ended. I know Hermione is quite a touchy subject for you Ron, but don’t think I noticed how angry you got on the train. Or you Harry! You’re a terrible liar.” He pointed out.
“Neville-“ Harry interrupted.
“No! Harry I’ve given you what, six letters since we’ve been here? Six! And not once reply. You don’t even send Hedwig out the window. My bed,” he points to it for good measure, “is right next to yours, I’m not dumb!”
“Mate-“ Ron now interjects.
“And you!” He points to the ginger, “We’ve shared the same room for six years. I've heard you moaning Hermione’s name in your sleep for over half of that! You think I can’t stop the difference?” At least he has the decency to flush, “now, now it’s different. You’re practically screaming for her. I see when Harry wakes you up, tears down your face. Hell, it pierces your silencing charms.”
The pair exchange a look. They never figured Neville would be the one to figure it out, well that’s not entirely true. They just didn’t think he’d be bold enough to confront them.
“So I’m asking you, not only as your friend, but Hermione’s too. Would someone please just tell me what the hell is going on!” Neville finishes with a huff.
His eyes flick between Ron and Harry waiting for a response. Soon, Harry averts his gaze to Ron, who sits for a moment, before nodding slowly.
“You’re right Neville, we haven’t been honest.”The chosen admits.
The brunette huffs a gasp of air, “I knew it. This would’ve been a bit awkward if I was wrong.” He says like himself again.
“Look mate, Dumbledore told us not to tell anyone, you have to swear you won’t say anything.” Ron says seriously.
“I swe-“
“This is life or death, I mean it.” He added.
“I swear.” Neville states, tone leaving no room for argument.
Weasley then looks to Harry to explain, not having the heart to.
“On Christmas Hermione was taken by,” he gulps, eyeing his friend thoughtfully, “by Bellatrix Lestrange.”
A pained look comes across Neville’s face at the mention of her name. That woman’s caused enough hurt to last him a lifetime. To last anybody a lifetime.
“No.” He breathed.
Sadly, Harry nodded, “she came to the Burrow and-“
“H-h,”
He briefly eyed the room then shoved it away, thinking he was just hearing things.
“Harry.”
No, it can’t be. He must be losing it.
“Mate?” Ron asks worriedly.
“Ha-Harry P-Potter.”
This time it’s louder. It sounds so un-Hermione like, but deep down he knows it’s her.
He stands from the bed shushing Ron with a wave of his arm.
“Harry J-James Po-Potter.”
“Hermione.” Harry breathes before he can help himself, willing Ron to stand and give his friend his full attention.
“T-the b-boy,”
“You’re so close.” He whispers through gritted teeth.
It’s louder now, almost piercing his skull. The pain coming is familiar, but somehow welcome. He knows she needs him.
“The boy who lived.”
At this, the dark haired boy falls to a heap on the floor. Thrashing about as he clutches his temples.
“A pillow Neville, now!” Ron shouts.
Neville obeys and props one underneath their friends head.
This time doesn’t last long. Only a few seconds.
When Harry comes to, his eyes burst open as he gasps for air, sitting up.
He soon meets Ron’s worried eyes and he can only say one word. The very same Hermione was crying out to him.
“Malfoy.”
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Her Majesty
Request: “please more steve smut!!!” + “king steve x reader hate sex? like…Hardcore Smut.” + “a lil bit of choking!!” + “GIVE US STEVE EATING OUT THE READER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE,” - Horny anons.
Summary: You (Queen Y/n) and (King) Steve hate nothing more than each other. Despite being at the top of Hawkin’s High’s social hierarchy, and despite working well enough on the social scene, you can’t stand each other. Steve makes a comment about “Her Majesty, the Prude,” and beckons you to prove him otherwise.
Pairing: “King” Steve Harrington x “Queen” Reader
A/n: Everybody in my ask-box is thirsty my gosh…y’all gonna get dehydrated.
“Hey Y/l/n!” You lurch hearing Tommy’s voice. Nonetheless, you turn to him, flashing a small smile and crossing your arms. He stumbles in the hallway where he’s walking ahead of an eagerly skipping Carol and plain uninterested Steve.
Just when he thinks to reel back and smile at the blink of attention, your smile turns a bit more mischievous, and he’s back to scowling the moment your lips purse ready to spit out something.
Even then his sickening ass is somewhat encouraged, coming up to you and sticking his hand to the locker by your head.
“Heard Zurich couldn’t secure you. How’d you feel taking a ride on the Tommy Train? Might show you a thing or two.” He’s chewing his cheek and smirking. It’s disgusting, frankly.
However, you hum pleasantly and smile at the ceiling. “You know, Tommy K. is kind of cute.”
He deflates. When he does it he doesn’t portray sadness as much as a mix of anger and embarrassment. Then his fingers are clenching beside your head and while his body doesn’t change, his neck stretched forward. You wonder if refusing to be intimidated burns that ego of his. Well, actually it’s obvious it does. And speaking of the devil, Carol and King Steve Harrington round-up right beside you.
“Y’know,” Tommy nods back at Steve “Maybe you wouldn’t be such a prude if Harrington aught to show it to you.”
Steve seems intrigued to hear your answer. You look him in the eye and say, “Sorry. I’m just not attracted to whining trust-fund babies.”
“C’mon Tommy,” Steve steps away, rolling his eyes. “Wasting your time trying to get that stick out of Her Majesty’s ass.”
And you scoff. It’s like music to King Steve’s ears hearing you react. You let it slip, it had no intention. In fact, you wince finding you’ve shown disgust. It only means they’ll come back harder starting now or the next time around. You lean back against your locker and cross your arms, looking angered and ashamed off to the side.
“Oh my!” Steve chirps. “Was that a scoff?”
Steve’s in front of you now, arms crossed to mimic you and feet planted a fairly dominant distance apart. It doesn’t help much but you roll your eyes and show just how much they’ve managed to piss you off. No point in trying to mask it with confidence and charm now. Tommy’s the type to hold onto the most insignificant of details.
“Queen Y/n, showing some capacity to care? Gotta be honest, didn’t think you had anything other than ‘sticking it to the man’ in you.”
“Sorry. It can get hard sometimes keeping a straight face for someone so appalling. You know, that just might be the reason I’m such a ‘prude.’”
Steve leans back, offended.
“Awe…” you scrunch up your face, “how’s that ego holding up for ya?” You reach and cup his cheek, then hold your palm to his forehead. “My my, burning up? What, did Tommy H. pass it on or somethin’?”
You ‘pout’ but Steve can’t bring himself to slap your hand away. He glares.
So Carol does it for him. It stings for you but she’s the one hissing, stepping closer and stomping with her heel before Steve rolls his eyes and holds her away from you.
“Not a prude, are ya?” Steve chuckles and pulls out a stick of gum. He slowly lowers it onto his tongue, brows quirked at you seeing what he likes to believe is intrigue. Then he’s chewing it obnoxiously, letting his mouth open and make a horrible smacking sound with every chew of it.
He lowers himself, nose just barely against yours. “Prove it.”
First, he jumps at the pure rage on your face. But then he laughs. He’s shuffled off by Carol and Tommy, both trying to pry his eyes from you. But he just won’t turn around. Only when you look to the side to clench your jaw does he bother.
Prove it.
It rings in your ears for a minute. His slick voice, deep and natural, for once not clouded by his higher-pitched ‘chill and calm’ King Steve persona.
You huff, still leaning against your locker. “I will…”
And likewise, you lean in the front doorway of Steve Harrington’s home. First, you ring the bell, knock on the door, wait while chewing your cheek and checking your watch every once in a while. You’re about ready to either A. Kick his door down or B. Climb through his window, when he opens it looking less ‘King Steve-ly’ than you’re sure you could have ever imagined.
“Y/n?”
You wave, smiling cheekily. Then you step inside, slipping off your jacket and ignoring Steve’s slur of confused huffs to say “Go on then.” You throw your jacket over your shoulder. “Take them off.”
He squirms a bit (of causes he can’t quite distinguish) when you deliberately look him up and down.
“Excuse me?” With a single push of his hand, he closes the door, then crosses his arms and looks you up and down.
You shrug, waltzing over. “You said prove it.”
His jaw drops. He’s getting it, slowly but surely. He chuckles and clicking his tongue. “No - no no no, that’s not how it works sweetheart.” You roll your eyes, and he starts stepping closer, unraveling his arm and bringing his hands to our face. One grips your chin to bring your eyes to his, the other cups your cheek. “You don’t just come in here begging, so you can go back out there preaching how you tried but I said no and how you ‘trying’ prove you’re not a prude.”
You giggle. “King Steve’s gonna say no? To me?”
“Eh…I got my eyes on Nancy Wheeler…”
“And I’ve got mine on Byers. Get this over with and we can put this childish little campaign of yours and Tommy’s to rest. I’m willing to give you the final, biggest ‘fuck you’ before I even try getting serious.”
“Oh really? What’s so ‘fuck you’ about this?”
“It’s to show I only fucked you out of pity that you’re so emotionally deprived you call every girl that won’t sleep with you a prude. Harrington, sweetie…” You coo. “What, didn’t get enough love from mommy?” You wrap your arms around his neck and ‘nip’ at the bud of his nose. Steve slides his hands down to your hips. “Let me be obligated to give you some.”
He rolls his jaw. He leans in and breathes against your lips, “Fuck…you.”
He leans, but just when your lips are about to touch you grab his hand and skip past him, twirling him and dragging his stumbling body down the hallway. Before you get much of a chance to realize you’re not too familiar with the layout of his house (only familiar through a handful of crowded parties), you yelp as he grabs around your waist and lifts you in the air, walking backward and pushing open the door of his room.
You flail a bit before pulling your legs in and just letting him. But then he throws you onto the bed and you get on your hands and knees to look back at him.
“What was that for, Asshole!” You scoff, coming to sit as normal and taking your shirt off while he takes off his.
“What?” He tilts his head. “We’re supposed to be civil now?”
You scoff, chucking your tops, slipping off your bottoms, and kicking your shoes off the edge of his bed.
He’s just finished kicking his pants from his ankles when you get on your knees and reach ahead, grabbing him and pulling him onto the bed from over the foot-board. You give him what he wanted initially, kissing him passionately while getting him over you.
“Slow—“ he says between a kiss, and then there’s another “—down, Jesus.” He scoffs, having to reach back and take his socks off. You grimace at the image of him wearing them despite how brief it is. He scoffs back at you, “Seriously?” And then he’s on you again, hooking his arm under your thigh and pulling your calves onto his back.
He’s lifting himself a bit to adjust down there when you snap your fingers in his face. “Hey!”
“What?!” He’s genuinely offended.
“Put your money where your mouth is, Harrington.” You smirk.
He rolls his eyes, but nods, his hair bouncing. “You’re gonna regret that.” He forces a smile.
He sits up and crawls back a bit, giving you the space to sit on your elbows while he gets between your legs. He runs his hands up your calves and eases himself between your legs. He spreads them carefully, settling with your thighs on his shoulders and his hands comfortable on your hips.
He looks up at you with an open smirk, and upon seeing your eagerness he stops himself, chuckling.
“Oh come on,” you hit your foot on his back. “Don’t tease, Harrington.”
“Oh hush-hush.”
“I want, your tongue.” You playfully nip at the air, scrunching your nose. “I want you to kiss it and lick it and suck it, Harrington.” Your voice becomes whiny, and you roll your hips to hold yourself closer to Steve for just a second before he secures your thighs on his shoulders before finally pressing his lips against you.
You moan, feeling his tongue slide over your folds. You tilt your head at Harrington, looking curious but impressed. He looks up softly then closes his eyes, sucking on your clit and rolling his head while he does. You reach one hand and tangle it into his head of hair nuzzled between your legs.
He looks again…and smirks right before sliding his tongue into you without warning.
You gasp, chuckling a bit before whimpering and moaning as usual.
You get your other hand in his hair and the way you grip his locks has him pressing his nose deeper into your wetness as he licks painfully slow strokes. Your thighs close tight around his head, arch your back, and let out soft wispy moans. The sounds make him moan against you, and the vibration sends another bout past your lips.
You buck your hips but that doesn’t put-off his determination. He still moans, working his tongue harder. Then he brings his hands into the equation, spreading you so he can taste more.
He stops for a moment. And you whine at him, tugging his hair a bit before relaxing some.
You feel him smirk against you.
Then he’s licking as feverishly though steadily as he can, lapping up everything.
And then you reach it, coming and moaning just a bit louder than you already have. Don’t want to give him too much. It’s hard not to shriek, your body going stiff and your back arching. You shake, hips jutting without your control and a fried chuckle slipping past your lips.
“Harrington!” You grip his hair, and despite you having reached, he keeps lapping, moaning. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
You come down completely, your thighs relaxing. And you take them off his shoulders, much to his disappointment for just when you begin to do it, he thinks to try and hold them there.
He frowns at you, almost as though he’s judging pre-lecture.
He climbs back up over you, sitting between your legs again. But he puts his hand between you two and rubs at your folds again. You jerk with each movement of his finger, the aftermath still sensitive and tingling still present.
He runs a hand through your hair and gets close, mumbling just above your lips. “What’d you say about, ‘putting your money where your mouth is?’” He hums. When you understand his bargain (with a smirk slowly growing), you sit up and get out from under him.
“Fine then, Harrington. I will.” You crawl on all fours, turning on the bed and laying between his legs once he gets comfortable. You lower yourself to your stomach, lifting your legs behind you and crossing them. You wink at Steve when you catch his eyes lingering on your shape. He’s caught on it, not seeming to notice your grip around him until you start pumping him.
You bite your lip for a moment, keeping eye contact with him.
Then he gulps and nods, hoping to spur you on.
It works.
You give his length a painfully slow lick, then close your mouth over the head and sucking sweetly. You work him up and down, only going so far before coming back up (to Steve’s pained moaned) and licking at his tip again. You’re calm with it, body relaxed along with your grip. After a bit, you throw your hair back over your shoulder and seeing you hold the bundle of hair tight in your hand to assure its position behind your shoulder makes Steve shudder.
Then you’re back down and taking Steve deeper in your mouth. He bumps against your cheek a few times before you pull him out with a slurp only to take him back in your mouth, keeping him much straighter this time. You hold yourself up a bit, wiggling your bottom and keeping yourself hovered some more on your knees instead of your elbows so you can take more of him.
You look at him softly, eyes wide and fluttering.
Then you devour him, taking him as deep as you can and keeping him in your throat just long enough to make him choke at the feel and sight of it. You pull up and continue, going as deep as you can and treating Steve to some sounds he very much enjoys.
When a bit of precum hits your throat, you squeal a bit, gripping him tighter. He winces at it but comes down from the spark of pain with a jumpy chest and unsure chuckle.
And so…you grip him tight again, running your hand up and down him while sucking and licking around the underside of his shaft. He moans, “Fuck,” and bumps his head back into the headboard.
The faster you go, the harder it is for him to keep his hands to himself.
Eventually, he says fuck it, sitting forward and grabbing your hair. He brings you down on him, groaning “Fuck,” again through tightly shut teeth. “That’s right…” He bites his lip and cums into your mouth. “That’s right Y/n…eeeverryy last drop.” You oblige, swallowing around him but with a clear look of vengeance in your eyes. He can only chuckle, letting go of his grip (though it wasn’t that harsh to begin with) and making you free to pull him out of your mouth.
But you don’t, not yet. You clean him up a bit first, waiting till he’s completely done and completely laid back against his pillows.
You pull him out of your mouth with a pop…then giggle with a closed mouth.
He chuckles, rather delirious. Then he’s reminded of the vengeance in your eyes, and he jumps to sit up, curious but fearful. You crawl out from between his legs and sit on his lap. You lean forward, chest against his and one arm wrapped under his neck with your hand in his hair. You tug it while you kiss him, Steve moaning into your mouth and bringing his hands to your hips.
His hips jut up feeling you reach for him and pump him a bit, just enough before you lift yourself up…then lower yourself onto him.
You moan at the feeling, breaking your lips from him and sitting up. You put your hands to his chest and roll your hips, lowering your chin to your chest and almost growling when you see his eyes close and head throw itself back into the headboard again.
“C’mon, keep up Harrington,” you tease as you rock in his lap.
He sits up some more and you squeeze his shoulders while he holds your hips. You lift yourself up and down in a monotonous cycle, though one that has his breath quite labored not before too long. He puts his chin to his chest and closes his eyes, almost whimpering at it.
When you chuckle, he pops one eye open and can’t help but smile, somewhat embarrassed. You push on his chest again and decide to in fact let him lay down and relax while you take this one. You thrust him into you at a regular pace, keeping your chin held high.
The pit in your stomach is hot, and the fire is growing.
You lean back, holding yourself up with your hands back on his legs. You continue to lift and lower yourself, picking up faster and faster.
Steve’s head is deep into the pillow as he whispers hushed, quick, curses.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuck—“
Leaning forward suddenly, you pull him into another kiss. He goes with it, sitting up and making his arms tight around your waist. You’re stuck right against him with little room for your chest to expand. It leaves you putting your chin over his shoulder, and you pass the baton to him doing the work.
He’s cautious at first, then his hips snap up into you and you’re clutching his back and whimpering into his skin. You cling to him, whispering your own curses with as little energy as you have to do it.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck.”
He’s grunting into your ear, taking short breaks between each thrust but hitting hard inside you each time.
You lift your chin from his shoulder and he takes his chance, planting his lips on yours and daring to make you lean back. You feel him even deeper, and for your own sake, you break the kiss to again nuzzle into his shoulder where you moan and whimper and grunt into his skin.
Then, he flips you two around.
You huff at the loss of breath when your back hits the mattress, and you scramble as fast as you can to wrap your legs around his back. With his back rising and collapsing with how viciously he’s thrusting, your calves slip down every time he moves. So you keep your feet flat on the mattress and your knees pointing toward the ceiling.
You sit up with the help of the headboard and pillows, but Steve keeps at it, his head dipping to rest against your breasts. He refuses to take his eyes from where you two meet time and time again.
He lifts his head to say through clenched teeth, “Guess you’re not such a fucking prude after all,” then puts his lips on your neck and sucks.
You moan, rolling your eyes at the comment but forcing through a series of grunts, “Told you, Harrington.”
You hold onto his head, fingering digging through his hair and into his scalp.
“I swear you won’t like what I’d do if you stop now,” you seethe, that overwhelming warmth in your core like a time-bomb coming closer and closer to your orgasm. And thank goodness for him, he doesn’t. He slams over and over into your g-spot, a sweet, unbelievable tingle sparking through your body every time he hits it.
You squeak, and the way his body shakes with his laughter makes the feeling in your gut even worse…or perhaps, better.
He fucks you senseless and you close your eyes. There’s no use trying to focus on anything with him rocking you.
And finally, with your back arched and your chin and nails digging into Harrington’s back, you come, the warmth leaving you in something that’s so satisfying but something that steals all energy from you. You whine and continue to ride it out, moving your hips involuntarily along with his.
He can feel you pulse and squeeze around him as wave after wave of pleasure hits you. He grits his teeth and grunts into your ear, a similar warmth and tension becoming overwhelming for him. His thrusts become jittery and uneven, and when he’s still for just a second, you feel him twitching in you, but he goes back to thrusting. And then he comes, his thrusts still coming as hard as they can, but sloppy now.
You feel him pulse inside you, and you feel the warmth of his cum fill you.
No need to worry, you enjoy it. You roll your hips as he does it, chuckling in his ear as he too finds his strength lost from him and his weight on your chest becomes more significant.
He manages just enough to lift himself for a second.
“You uh, you on the pill?”
“Mmmm,” you grab his head and kiss him. “Well,” you say between a kiss, “should’ve thought about that before you came in me. But lucky for you I just so happen to be. Because what did we learn today, Steve?”
He chuckles, exasperated. He too kisses you between words. “Might not be a prude but you still can be a hell of a bitch, Y/n.”
You chuckle. “Mm, I know.” You lean back and nip at the air between you two, scrunching up your nose. “I know.”
You kiss him again, tenderly.
You lean back and whisper, “Now get the hell off of me.”
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wendigo, pt. 2
Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean, Hailey, Ben, Roy
Age: 20
Warnings: Gun Mention.
Word Count: 2,783
Summary: The Winchesters crash Hailey’s search and rescue team, hoping to find John and the creature before it finds them. But, a close encounter with the creature leaves Sam adamant to get every non-Winchester out of the woods and his siblings worried for their brother.
A/N: All dialogue taken from the episode is in italics.
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Again, you decided to stay back and let Dean and Sam do the interrogation. They filled you in on all the details as soon as they got back from Shaw’s house, and you had to admit you were glad you didn’t go. As much as you loved hunting, sometimes the stories of those involved with these creatures…they got to you; you felt their sorrow. Shaw’s tale was heartbreaking, and you didn’t know if you’d have been able to hold it together were you to have accompanied your brothers.
You double-checked the weapons in the duffel Dean had packed up the night before as the three of you drove into the woods. There was enough of an assortment that you felt comfortable going up against anything that could be thrown at you, and you were sure your father would have even more ammo to add to your supply. You’d be set. Dean pulled up behind the guide’s truck and parked. Hailey, Ben, and the guide watched as you all got out of the car.
“You guys got room for three more?” Dean asked, shutting the door and leading you and Sam over to Hailey.
“Wait, you want to come with us?” Hailey asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Who are these guys?” the guide asked, eyeing the three of you suspiciously.
“Apparently this is all the park service could muster up,” Hailey replied, glancing back over her shoulder to look at him.
“You’re rangers?” Disbelief was clear in the guide’s voice.
“That’s right,” Dean shot back. Sam began to head into the woods, ignoring the conversation. You glanced up at Dean then followed Sam. It didn’t matter whether they believed your cover or not, you just needed to get into the woods and find John.
“And you’re hiking out in biker boots and jeans?” Hailey questioned, looking Dean up and down.
“Well, sweetheart, I don’t do shorts,” Dean smirked, following your lead. The guide stopped him.
“Oh, you think this is funny? It’s dangerous backcountry out there. Her brother might be hurt.” You rolled your eyes and turned back to look at him. If only he knew everything the three of you had seen. Sam stopped and followed suit as Dean spoke up.
“Believe me, I know how dangerous it can be. We just want to help them find their brother. That’s all.” Dean began walking up the trail with you and Sam and, finally, Hailey, Ben, and the guide followed.
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“So, Roy, you said you did a little hunting,” Dean said as the six of you walked further into the woods. You looked around the area, trying to find anything that would give you a clue as to where John was.
“Yeah, more than a little,” was all Roy gave in response, a hint of irritation lacing the words.
“Uh-huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt?”
“Mostly buck. Sometimes bear.”
“Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?” Dean asked, stepping ahead of Roy. You chuckled lightly at Dean’s words, but the mood quickly shifted as Roy grabbed the back of Dean’s jacket and pulled him back. You balled your hands into fists, ready to fight. Dean looked to Roy. “Whatcha doing, Roy?”
Roy let go of Dean’s jacket then reached down and grabbed a stick off the ground. You and Hailey jumped when he reached the stick out and set off the bear trap directly in front of Dean. Roy dropped the stick and looked back to Dean.
“You should watch where you’re going stepping…Ranger.” With that, he pressed on, walking further down the trail. Dean chuckled and turned back to you, Sam, Hailey, and Ben.
“It’s a bear trap.” He continued on after Roy, the four of you following. Hailey rushed forward to match his pace.
“You didn’t pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You’re not rangers, so who the hell are you?” Hailey grabbed Dean’s arm, forcing him to turn back and face her. Dean looked to you and Sam as Ben walked ahead. You looked up to Sam then back at Dean and nodded. She should know the truth now before things turned ugly. Sam nodded as well then nudged you.
“C’mon, Y/N,” he prodded, gesturing for you to go ahead. You shook your head and mimicked his gesture.
“No way am I almost breaking an ankle again because of you. You first.” Sam shook his head but stepped forward and began following after Ben, you on his trail. Dean began talking with Hailey.
“Y’know, it’s not my fault you didn’t watch where you were going,” Sam teased as the two of you walked together. You rolled your eyes and looked up at him, unable to keep the smile off your face.
“It’s kind of hard to watch where you’re going when you’re five and your brother is chasing after you with a handful of worms,” you retorted, shuddering as you thought back to that day. John was having Dean do some target practice, which left you and Sam to occupy yourselves. The then seven-year-old Sam had dug up about fifteen worms and tried to stick one down the back of your shirt when you weren’t paying attention. You caught him at the last second and ran, starting a chase through the trees, screams and giggles filling the air. You turned back to see how close Sam was, missing the hole in the ground in front of you. Your foot slipped in and you were on the ground before you even knew what happened.
“Munchkin! You want some M&M’s?” Dean called out from behind you, pulling you out of your thoughts with the nickname he’d saddled you with since childhood. You turned around to face him. He and Hailey had begun walking again, and he was holding up the bag of candy.
“Call me that again and I’ll make sure you end up in the next bear trap,” you replied, arms crossed. “But, yes, please!”
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“This is it—Black Water Ridge,” Roy said, stopping when he reached the small clearing.
“What coordinates are we at?” Sam asked, moving past him and looking around. Roy got his GPS out of his jacket.
“35 and minus 111,” he read off the screen. Dean walked over to Sam, putting his hand on your shoulder and pulling you with him.
“You hear that?” he asked, voice lowered.
“Yeah,” Sam replied, staring straight ahead into the next group of trees.
“Not even crickets,” you added, looking around the area. Roy put his GPS back in his jacket.
“I’m gonna go take a look around.” Sam quickly looked at him.
“You shouldn’t go off by yourself,” he warned, turning back to look at that same spot he’d been staring at before. Roy chuckled mockingly.
“That’s sweet. Don’t worry about me.” He readied his gun and pushed past the three of you to walk deeper into the woods. Dean watched him for a moment then looked to the rest of the group.
“Alright. Everyone stays together. Let’s go,” he instructed, following Roy’s trail.
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“Hailey! Over here!” Roy called out, sending all five of you running to his location. He’d found the campsite. The tent was torn to shreds and belongings were thrown all over the site; blood was everywhere.
“Oh my god,” said Hailey.
“Looks like a grizzly,” Roy commented. You began walking the scene, taking in each rip in the tent, and track on the ground. Hailey began calling Tommy’s name, and Sam was quick to run over and quiet her. You noticed Dean walk away from the site, following something but continued looking for some kind of clues where you were. You were inspecting the tears in the tent when Dean called for you and Sam.
“The bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here, the tracks just vanish. It’s weird,” Dean informed the two of you once you’d reached him and knelt down beside him to see the tracks’ end.
“I’ll tell you what. It’s no skinwalker or black dog,” Dean said, standing. He looked around for a moment before walking back to the campground. You looked to Sam momentarily before following Dean. He was beside Hailey, comforting her as she held Tommy’s broken phone in her hands. Suddenly, a voice screamed for help. The five of you ran towards the sounds, Dean and Roy with their weapons drawn. You stopped at a ledge and spread out.
“It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn’t it?” Hailey asked. You continued looking out into the woods, narrowing your eyes.
“Everyone back to camp,” you said suddenly, turning and leading the group back.
“Our packs!” Hailey threw her hands up in the air upon seeing everything was gone.
“So much for my GPS and satellite phone,” Roy grumbled.
“What the hell’s going on?” Hailey asked.
“It’s smart. It wants to cut us off so we can’t call for help,” you said, shaking your head.
“You mean someone. Some nutjob out there just stole all our gear,” Roy thought he corrected. You rolled your eyes and went over to Sam and Dean as he spoke.
“I need to speak with you…in private.” Before either could respond, you walked off, away from the campsite. Once you were a reasonable distance away from Hailey, Roy, and Ben, you stopped.
“Okay. Let me see Dad’s journal.” Dean handed it to you, and you quickly found the page you needed. “Alright. Check that out.” You turned the book so they could see. Dean took one look at the page then looked at you.
“Oh, come on. Wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or Northern Michigan. I’ve never even heard of one this far west,” he scoffed.
“Think about it, Dean. The speed, the way it can mimic a human voice.”
“The claws,” Sam added. Dean looked between the two of you then sighed.
“Great. Well, then, this is useless,” he said, holding up his gun. You shut the journal and handed it back to him.
“We gotta get these people to safety.” Sam’s urgency was clear in his tone and the way in which he turned away from you and Dean and went back to the campsite. Dean shared a look with you before following your brother.
“Alright, listen up. It’s time to go. Things have gotten more complicated,” Sam directed as he walked onto the site.
“What?” Hailey asked, pressing for more information.
“Don’t worry. Whatever’s out there, I think I can handle it,” Roy spoke. The arrogance in his voice made your hands ball into fists. Had you met him under any other circumstance, you’d have decked him three hours ago.
“It’s not me I’m worried about. If you shoot this thing, you’re just gonna make it mad. We have to leave. Now.”
“One, you’re talking nonsense. Two, you’re in no position to give anybody orders,” Roy shot back at Sam.
“Relax,” Dean said, looking at Roy.
“We never should have let you come out here in the first place, alright? I’m trying to protect you,” Sam warned Roy. Roy moved closer to him, growing angrier.
“You protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night!”
“Yeah? It’s a damn-near-perfect hunter. It’s smarter than you. And it’s gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid, sorry ass out of here.” Sam’s voice was condescending as he looked down on Roy. Roy laughed in his face and hit Sam’s arm.
“You know you’re crazy, right?”
“Yeah? You ever a wen-“ Sam was cut off when Dean shoved him away from Roy. You moved with Dean, standing between Roy and Sam to avoid either of them letting the situation escalate even further.
“Roy, Roy! Stop. Stop it! Everybody just stop.” Hailey looked around the group then let her eyes fall on Sam. “Look, Tommy might still be alive. And I’m not leaving here without him.”
“It’s getting late,” you said after a moment of silence. “This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We’ll never beat it. Not in the dark.”
“We need to settle in and protect ourselves,” Dean continued.
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You were on the ground, helping Dean draw the symbols in the dirt. Hailey and Ben watched on from their spot in front of the fire. You glanced over to Sam for what was probably the fiftieth time. He’d isolated himself on a log a few feet away ages ago and was yet to move.
“Once more time. That’s…”
“Anasazi symbols. It’s for protection. The wendigo can’t cross over them,” you answered Hailey, keeping your head down. Roy laughed. Once you’d finished your last symbol, you stood and tossed your stick in his direction, narrowly missing the man…accidentally, of course. You mouthed ‘sorry,’ and turned away before he could see your smirk.
“Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy,” Dean said. He finished drawing the symbol then stood, dusting the dirt off his pants. “Y/N.” He gestured in Sam’s direction once you looked over at him. You nodded and followed him over, taking a seat on one side of Sam while Dean sat on the other. “You wanna tell me what’s going on in that freaky head of yours?”
“Dean…” Sam began.
“No, you’re not fine,” Dean cut him off. “You’re like a powder keg. That’s not like you. I’m supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?” Sam’s eyes never left the spot in front of him, his mind seemingly racing.
“Dad’s not here,” Sam finally spoke, his voice soft. “I mean, that much we know for sure, right? He would have left us a message, a sign, right?”
“He’s right, Dean. I don’t think Dad’s ever been to Lost Creek,” you agreed, looking down at the ground. What was with all this secrecy with your father? He’d never left this long without at least letting you and Dean know where he was, what he was doing. You couldn’t help but wonder if you were following the trail of something you weren’t prepared to face. Sam shook his head and looked at Dean.
“We need to get these people back to town, and let’s hit the road. Go find Dad.” He threw the small stick he’d been drawing in the dirt with down on the ground. “I mean, why are we still here?” Dean moved to kneel in front of him but looked between the two of you, John’s journal in his hands. He held it out in front of him and placed one hand on top of it.
“This is why. This book. This is Dad’s single most valuable possession. Everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he’s passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things…the family business.” You sighed and rubbed your face with your hands, keeping yourself from tearing up.
“That makes no sense. Why…why doesn’t he just call us? Why doesn’t he tell us what he wants, tell us where he is?” You asked. Dean sighed and shook his head.
“I don’t know. But the way I see it, Dad’s given us a job to do, and I intend to do it.”
“Dean…no. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica’s killer. It’s the only thing I can think about,” Sam spoke. His voice was even softer than before, barely audible and quivering. He blinked away the tears in his eyes, but more came. You pursed your lips and put your hand on shoulder in an attempt to silently comfort him. Dean looked at Sam and nodded.
“Okay, alright. Sam, we’ll find them. I promise. Listen to me. You’ve got to prepare yourself. I mean, this search could take a while. And all this anger, you can’t keep it burning over the long haul. It’s going to kill you. You gotta have patience, man.”
“How do you do it?” Sam asked with a sad, half-hearted chuckle. “How does Dad do it?”
“Well, for one, them.” Dean looked over to Hailey and Ben. “ I mean, I figure our family’s so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. It makes things a little bit more bearable.” He paused for a moment, looking away from Sam. He was silent, pensive. “And I’ll tell you what else helps. Killing as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can.” The three of you shared small, sad smiles, but the moment was quickly interrupted by that same voice calling out from deep in the woods.
“Help me!”
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The Bet Part 2–Peter Kavinsky
Part 1
Reader's POV
Throughout my college tour, I couldn't stop thinking about Peter. His smile. His eyes. His laugh. The way his lips felt on mine. How my lips tingled long after he left.
Monday morning I was a little nervous to go to school. I haven't talked to Peter since he kissed me in the jacuzzi and his mom called him from inside telling him that it was time to go.
I scanned the halls as I walked to my locker. I opened it and started getting my books when I felt someone standing behind me. I turned around expecting it to be Peter but froze when it wasn't him.
It was three of his teammates. "Hi," I said softly, looking between them.
"Y/N, we have a question for you," Ryan said.
"Okay," I elongated.
"Settle a bet for us," Charlie smirked.
"What bet?" I stuttered.
"Did Peter kiss you this weekend?" Tommy's question made my stomach drop.
"What?" I asked, my voice barely coming out. "What are you talking about?"
"He didn't tell you?" Charlie laughed.
"We bet Peter that he couldn't get you to kiss him." Tommy laughed. "So, did he?"
"He," I stuttered. As the realization hit me, my eyes started to water.
"I'm gonna take that as a yes," Ryan smirked.
"I guess we owe Peter 50 bucks."
"50," I said under my breath.
I looked up, my breath getting caught in my throat when I saw Peter walking towards me. He smiled when his eyes met mine, but it fell when he saw his teammates around me and the tears threatening to spill.
"Peter!" Charlie gave him a weird "bro-hug" thing as he walked over, his eyes never leaving mine.
"I gotta give you credit man," Ryan laughed. "I didn't think you could get Y/F/N Y/L/N to actually kiss you."
Peter looked at him before quickly looking back at me, his eyes wide. "Y/N," he started. "Let me explain."
I slammed my locker shut and quickly walked past them, with my head down. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I heard Peter ask his friends before chasing after me.
"Whoawhoawhoawhoa, whoa." Peter ran and stopped in front of me, blocking my get-away path. "Let me explain, Y/N. Please."
"There's nothing to explain, Peter." I said, my voice getting stuck in my throat. "It's all pretty clear. You and your friends made a bet to see who could get the school's mute to kiss them. And you won."
I tried to brush past him, but he immediately stepped in front of me. "It's not like that."
"Really?" I laughed sarcastically. "Then what is it? Huh? If it wasn't a bet then why did you kiss me?"
He opened and closed his mouth, stuttering. "It wasn't. . . I mean it was, but. . . Y/N."
He grabbed my hands, but I took a step back and pulled my hands out of his grasp.
"Congratulations," I said, my voice breaking. "You got your loser neighbor to kiss you. I hope it was worth the $50."
I brushed past him wanting nothing more than to disappear.
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I skipped school and went directly home. I walked into my room and angrily threw my backpack on my chair in the corner.
I sat on my bed, struggling to hold back the tears. I had just started to calm down when my phone started ringing. I grabbed it out of my pocket, a sob getting stuck in my throat when I saw Peter's name and picture on my screen. I let out a frustrated scream as I threw my phone across the room, making it hit the wall.
The sob escaped my lips as I slowly slid off my bed, leaning against it and putting my head in my hands. My shoulders shook as all the frustration, hurt, confusion and embarrassment came out.
Suddenly, my door swung open. "Y/N? Baby, what happened?"
I looked up and could just barely see my mom through my tears. She walked into the room, instantly sitting next to me and pulling me into her chest.
She didn't say anything and gently rocked me, allowing me to sob. Once I had calmed down, she helped me stand up and we sat on the edge of my bed.
"What happened, sweetie?" She asked, reaching up and tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
"Peter," I said, my voice breaking.
"Peter Kavinsky? What does he have to do with. . . Did he do something, baby? Did he hurt you?"
I explained everything to her. I told her about my crush on him since we were little. I told her about the barbecue and how Peter kissed me. I told her how it was all a bet.
"Oh, honey," she said gently. "That doesn't sound like Peter. Maybe his reason for the kiss had nothing to do with the bet."
"Doubt it," I said, picking at my nail polish.
"I don't," my mom shrugged.
"What do you mean?"
"Honey, I see the way Peter looks at you when you aren't paying attention. I think he really likes you and just. . ."
"Just what?" I scoffed. "Used a bet to kiss me?"
"Have you talked to him?" She sighed when I shook my head. "Maybe you should, baby."
After trying to convince me a few more times to talk to Peter, my mom left me alone. She kissed me on the forehead and told me she would let me know when it was time for dinner.
As I watched Netflix on my laptop, my phone continued to ring almost every hour. Well, every time Peter was between classes. By the end of the day, my eyes were red and my throat was raw. My mom must have warned my dad because he didn't ask why I was so quiet at dinner.
After we ate, I headed right back to my room. I took a hot shower, longer than normal. As I got out, I got dressed and slowly started brushing my hair. I stopped when I heard an odd sound. I shook it off as I finished brushing through my knots.
I walked out of the bathroom and stopped when I heard that weird sound again. I looked over just in time to see a small circle hit my window. I sighed before walking across my room and opening it up.
I looked down to see Peter standing by our garden, looking up at me. "You. . . You weren't answering your phone," he stuttered.
"Yeah," I shrugged. "That's something you tend to do when you don't want to talk to someone."
"Give me a chance to explain. Please, Y/N. I hate knowing you're mad at me. It's been distracting me all day. I couldn't focus in class because I just wanted to see you. I let pretty much every ball pass me during practice because I couldn't stop thinking about you. Please, Y/N. Just give me five minutes to explain everything."
I hesitated as I looked down at Peter and the desperate look in his eyes. "Fine," I finally gave in. "Five minutes."
I hesitated before ducking back into my room and closing my window. I slipped on a cardigan and quickly pulled my wet hair into a braid. "Where are you going?" My mom asked as I left my room.
"Peter is here. He wants to talk." I ignored her smile as I walked down the stairs. I opened the door, Peter standing directly in front of me.
"Hi," he said softly.
"Hey."
"Do you wanna talk in your room?" He asked, gesturing behind me.
I cleared my throat as I stepped outside. "Actually, let's talk out here." He nodded as I walked over and sat on the bench. He hesitated before sitting next to me.
"I never should have made that stupid bet," he sighed. "At first, I told them I wasn't going to do it, but they kept talking about it."
"About me?" I stuttered. His expression softened as he nodded slowly.
"They made jokes about what it would be like to kiss you. They thought I turned the bet down because I didn't want to kiss you. But, it was actually because I didn't want that to be our first kiss."
"But. . . You did kiss me. It was our first kiss."
"I know," he sighed, running his hand through his hair. He reached over and grabbed my hands. "You have to believe me, Y/N. When I kissed you, I wasn't thinking about the bet. I was thinking about you. I was thinking about how much we used to hang out and all of our adventures chasing dragons and fairies and whatever else we came up with. I was thinking about our parents' barbecues. I was thinking about our secret friendship and how I didn't want it to be a secret anymore. I was thinking about our late-night conversations. I was thinking about us."
"What do you mean, us?" I asked, my voice getting caught in my throat.
"About how, when I'm around you, I really feel like I can be myself. You know everything about me, Y/N. More than my teammates, my friends, even my mom. But there is one thing my mom knows that you don't."
"What?"
He reached forward and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. His hand lingered, cupping my cheek. "The one thing she knows that you don't is how much that kiss meant to me," he said softly, his hand still holding my cheek.
"What do you mean?" I asked softly.
"In middle school, I realized that you weren't just my neighbor or my best friend. You also were a lot more. You were the love of my life."
"But. . . But, middle school was when we stopped hanging out at school." I stuttered, not sure what to stay to that.
"I know," he laughed as he looked away, dropping his hand. He looked back up at me, his expression changing. "It was the days I didn't spend with you that made me realize how much you meant to me. The longer I would go without seeing you, the more I realized how much I cared about you. It didn't take me long to know that I was in love with you."
"What made you. . ." I let my sentence drop.
"The guys had seen you wave at me and started talking about how quiet you were. The more they talked about you, the angrier I got. It's not that they were saying rude or inappropriate things, it was just I had this weird feeling of protectiveness over you."
"Really?" I gasped, my eyes watering.
He nodded as he pulled me closer to him. I held my breath as he pressed his lips to mine. I instantly started moving my lips against his. He pulled away, pressing his forehead to mine. "I'm sorry I didn't make as big of an effort to be around you, but I promise to change that. Starting tomorrow."
"What happens tomorrow?" I asked, leaning away.
"I drive you to school, walk you to and from class, hold your hand, and eat lunch with you. All the cliché couple stuff." He smiled at me.
"Couple stuff?" I asked, getting caught on that word. "We're a couple?"
"Yeah," he shrugged, sending me a playful smile. "If you'll go out with me. Officially."
"I'd like that," I smiled before pulling him towards me and pressing my lips to his.
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The New Avengers: Broken World Part 1
Prologue:
"Ever since the snap, Even though we saved everyone, the world feels more broken than ever." A moment of silence dawned them, making them feel isolated more then they have ever felt.
"Well how do you oppose we fix that Sam? Unfortunately before we can start getting any lives back on track something else happens." The Tension starts to rise, Bucky feels himself becoming agitated by the conversation.
Sam starts becoming agitated back "That's not the point Bucky, I'm saying that them events still linger, everything that happened... won't leave us." his tone drops however, having memories of what happened back in Wakanda before it faded to black.
"And you think that doesn't affect me too?"
"Bucky, that's not what I'm saying, everybody around is is struggling, people that have been gone for 5 years, returning with no recollection of what happened until they see that others have grown older or have passed, not being able to grow old with the people they love while others are still causing chaos that we need to fix to keep everything at balance, the world is split into two Bucky."
"Well we don't know what's going to happen at this point, Tony, Nat and Steve are dead, We don't know where Banner is, Scott is off probably getting some orange slices and The rest of us are off the grid, even Parker had his identity called out as well as being made out to be a menace so he will be keeping low for a long while" He looked at Sam once more before sighing "We only have each other right now, we just got to work with it, you got that Captain?"
Sam looks at the shield before looking back at Bucky "There's no other choice, I'm stuck with you by coincidence, not by choice." Bucky chuckles and they start looking over New York.
"We're its only two Avengers right now buddy, we gotta' try our best, you understand?"
"Copy that cap' " he looks at Sam "Just don't show off too much, you need to save some ladies for me" He looks away and smirks.
Sam laughs and starts to walk to the other end of the rooftop "Don't change Bucky, I don't know what I'd do without the less boring side of you" He laughs once more before activating his wings, jumping off the roof and elevates back up to show himself once more.
Bucky laughs back "Oh so that's gunna' be huh? Diss me and fly away!"
"I'll see ya around Buck, my sister will kill me if I'm late to dinner again!" He charges up before shooting off but just about hears Bucky one last time.
"Tell Sarah I said Hi!" Bucky shouts before walking away, to see what the world has in store for him.
Chapter 1: The Strange ways.
*When you have been alone for as long as you have, losing everyone close to you, you start to really think, is this what you deserve? is this what I get for trusting Hydra? trusting Ultron and destroying my home and injuring others...I mean we had the Sokovia Accords put in to place for a reason, mine and the other Avengers' actions, maybe I'm meant to be alone and that the universe doesn't trust me with anyone, it's like I'm cursed which is quite ironic for being a witch*
Wanda snaps out of her trance and stares over the vast lake within the meadows that she is now hiding within after the Hex incident then memories flash of angry civilians, staring her down because of what she made them do.
*Maybe I keep doing these things because...that's what I'm here for, i should just embrace and cause chaos*
Her mind goes blank for a moment trying to convince herself not to go down that path. *You have already done that Wanda...no one needs to go through that again*
She heads back inside and sits next to the fire, listening to the birds chirping outside and trying to take her mind of everything...it was hard to do though,
*I swear I heard them, there's no way that it wasn't them...Billy...Tommy*
she starts tearing up, her whole body tenses up and before she could scream she remembered what happened last time, although maybe she could get away with it now, she's alone, within the meadows, she could make a new Hex and get her family back...but will it be the same. she knows that if she was to make the hex here then she will be even lonelier, trapped with people she knows doesn't exist and with no other people to talk to, no friends, nothing but make believe in her fantasy. she needs them back. physically. there must be a way, the idea is shattering her heart more and more.
*I heard them, they exist.. I didn't think other realities were possible. But maybe that's how I can be happy again. I can get my Vision back and my kids.*
She wields the Darkhold and flicks through every page until she found the spell that can help her manipulate realities to get her family back, however she was not aware that someone was keeping a close eye on her. He knows what she wants and what she will do to achieve that. but can he fight against the power of that book?
“Strange? are you really going to be keeping an eye on her forever or are we finally going to go to that new restaurant,“ The Sanctum echoes through its halls. it had never been so quiet, after Thanos lost, the world went to try and recover everything they had lost, spend time with missing family and friends.
“Unfortunately Wong I have business here, you can head off though I know you have been begging to try their food for a while now“ Not taking his eyes of Wanda, Strange makes sure that the world remains in balance, but she...she can use her power to bend space time at will. A power like that can, just be as much of a threat as Thanos. “I need to make sure she is stable Wong, i seen what she can do, made an entire town a reality TV show and even recreate people within that reality. including a fake Infinity Stone“.
Wong stares at him in utter confusion. “Whelp more buffet or me I guess, I’ll see you around Strange.” he bows and leaves.
*I already have to fix one incident with reality, unfortunately Pietro is far gone from West View and to fast for me to keep up with him, unless...*
Chapter 2: Avengers...Assemble?
*I don't understand, from what my memory informs me, we failed, the stone was...ripped from me, my body...felt cold, everything went to black, the last thing i remember was Wanda's tears, but im back, the world seems normal so..did we win?*
When Vision was lost, Thanos gained the final stone, the Mind stone, implanted in Vision to combat Ultron as well as importing J.A.R.V.I.S, making him a physical form, once Tony's A.I assistant; now a powerful being that is proud to call himself as an Avenger.
*Where is Tony*
during the events of Thanos, he never seen Stark anywhere, he remembered laying low with Wanda, protecting her at all costs.
*I can't seem to contact him, and i can't go back to Wanda until i have all the answers, i hope she'll understand*
The only thing Vision could do was to go and find another Avenger, he had no way to contact them anymore, it was like they were erased.
S.W.O.R.D must've erased all contacts to the avengers to cover up that they were rebuilding him, he must know what happened, post Thanos.
"Contact Mr Stark"
...
"Contact Bruce Banner"
...
"Contact...anyone?...please"
...
《Error Code: 613》
《CONTACTS UNAVAILABLE》
《PLEASE ADD EXTERNAL CONTACTS》
"Damn it, im just going to have to scour the globe, Hopefully i can find someone to give me answers"
*The one person he was hoping to find would be Banner, the one that helped Tony put me together, if someone knows where Mr Stark would be, it would be Banner*
To Be continued...
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