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brideofcthulhu10 · 4 years

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YASSSSSSS! Romeo and Juliet is my all-time favorite!

Okay this took all day, so all you guys better love this! This is actually the first part, I will submit the other half in about an hour or two. It really was so massive it needed to be broken into more than one segment. So, after FIVE HOURS of writing, I present for your viewing pleasure

THE TRAGEDY OF MARKO [1/2]

Marko×Fem!Reader

Content Warning! Violence, Gore, Sexual Themes, Offensive Language! Reader's Discretion is Advised!

The idea of being with a human never really sat well with Marko. He wasn't exactly popular with the ladies when he was alive, and now they all just seemed intrigued by his night time allure. Fake the lot of it. Half of them were just going to be a snack anyways, there was no point in getting attached.

At least until Star made a friend.

Cruising around on the boardwalk was second nature, to the point that he knew the place like the back of his hand. With his hands stuffed in his pockets he trotted behind his friend Paul who was determined to get a good spot. These Santa Carla concerts were okay, but finally the big guns rolled in. For one night only the baddest bastards in Hollywood were coming down to tear it up with the citizens of this manky beach town- Mötley motherfuckin' Crüe! Anyone in their way quickly moved, he was not about to miss it.

Honestly the notion was pretty cool, Marko understood Paul's over exuberant glee. Of course it started off with the greatest bang he's ever seen. Fireworks, pyrotechnics, his buddy was just geeking out to the extreme. Halfway through Girls, Girls, Girls he spotted a mass of h/c just swinging through the crowd. Every step was so nonchalantly elegant, which was a rare description when it came to a rock concert. But his eyes just zeroed in on them. No, her. She was giggling with Star of all people, he hadn't even realized the little half-er was there with them. He bit at his thumb, pushing away the tumbles of blonde that fell into his face. A solid THUMP to his shoulder alerted him to reality as Paul cheered as loud as he could.

"THANK YOU SANTA CARLA! AND GOOD NIGHT!"

Had it already been two hours? Marko rapidly shook his head, still floating with each step when Star approached them. Both girls were giggling, panting messes. Y/N. That's what you introduced yourself as.

Paul was praising you for your most excellent head banging skills. When you turned to him he thought his heart might kick up again.

"Awesome to meet you, gorgeous," he teased with a curling grin.

Now it was your turn to be flustered. If this was what all California boys were like you could definitely get used to this. Looking for any excuse to talk to him further you blurted out a suggestion to grab something to eat. Star passed, all that heavy grease was too much for her but she wouldn't mind just following along. Marko on the other hand chimed in that it wasn't too much for them.

Paul watched you two banter back and forth the whole way across the beach and up the steps onto the boardwalk itself. With a casual grin he slumped his arm over Star's shoulder, whispering something low in her ear.

"Ah, shit you know what? I totally forget we promised Laddie we'd take him on the ferris wheel," he exclaimed, Marko cocking an eyebrow. Since when? Paul wasn't for all those slow rides. He knew his best friend. The guy was an adrenaline junkie, usually that boring stuff was Dwayne or Star's liking.

"Oh, um we could come with if you want," you suggested, only to have Star wave you off.

"No, no don't worry about it, Y/N. You two have fun. We'll catch up later."

Before you could get another word in they bolted, leaving you alone with Marko.

"Still hungry," he asked, raising a brow. "Or do you gotta go too?"

"Oh! No, I could still eat." Boy, sheepish wasn't a word you'd use to describe yourself. But something about the way he watched you, it make you feel so nervous. "So uh, Marko right? Have you always lived in Santa Carla?"

"Well, I've been here a while," he casually responded. Talking about his past before turningwas usually a touchy subject. That stuff was best left behind. He wasn't Mark anymore, that guy died long ago. "I guess you could say I've been all over. I used to live in England for a while before I came to America."

"No way, you're so lucky!" You looked down to see you had grabbed his jacket in your excitement, quickly letting go. Whew. Was it getting hot out here or what? "S-sorry, I didn't mean to, um, ya know..."

His snicker was so cute, lightly bumping your arm with his own. "Don't even trip. We all get excited, yeah?" Neon lights made his hair shift colors as you walked through the crowds, stopping at a snack shop that stood out like a sore thumb. It was impossible to miss the big, flashing red sign reading:

"CHARLIE'S BOARDWALK EMPORIUM"

Photos decorated the base of the blue walls with images of cotton candy, caramel apples, nachos and snow cones over an explosion of popcorn. So many options. On your tip toes you waited in line with him reading each of the prices. Deep fried cola? Chocolate dipped bacon sticks? You scrunched up your nose, settling for a basket of chili cheese curly fries and a soda.

"Hey put your money away, babes," Marko interjected. "Charlie doesn't charge for cute ones, right bud?"

He must've been referring to the heavyset Armenian man in a 'kiss the cook' apron, who by the way had no hair net covering the mop top smushed beneath a red baseball cap. All he did was slowly nod, stiffly scooting your order onto the counter. You only ordered a medium, this was massive. "Yes, of course. It's on the house lil' lady," he insisted in a thick accent. It must've been hot in there, he sounded bizarrely out of it.

"You sure have a way with people," you commented, now wedged on the boardwalk steps leading off onto the sand, splitting the gooey mess with your newfound friend.

"Nah, you heard him. Cute girls don't pay," he teased. That rosy tiny hadn't left your cheeks since he'd been with you. Hours passed, sharing stories and finding you two had so many common interests. Marko hadn't genuinely laughed like this in a while, and when it became late in the night he offered you a second chance to hang out. Since then you came visiting every night.

The moment you showed up he felt a breath of air. It didn't take Marko long to introduce you to the boys. The big one with a lack of shirt was Dwayne, you still remembered Paul and Star from that night on the beach. Then there was David. You weren't so sure he liked you. The most he gave you was a disinterested wave, but Marko insisted he was always like that. Eventually he'd have to leave around 10 pm, apologizing profusely.

"Wish I could stay baby, but we got some ridin' to do. Same time tomorrow," he asked, holding your hands in his.

"Y-yeah of course. Oh! Wait wait hold on," you insisted, quickly digging through your pockets. Where was it? Ah! "Here, I got you this."

Nestled in the palm of your hand was a silver scorpion etched on a black coin dangling off a chain. "I remember you said you wanted to get a new earring a few days ago"

"Babe thats awesome!" His gloved fingers plucked the piece, swapping his little skull out for it before modeling it in front of you. "Think you can hold onto mine for a while? I bet it'd look cute on you."

It wasn't hard to sense David growing impatient with you delaying their leave. Maybe because he told you two to hurry up. Right. "Gotta ride, baby." Before he left Marko stole a fast kiss from your cheek, riding away in a flash leaving you frozen. Slowly you opened your palm. The little black carved skull rolled over, looking right at you. Steeling your resolve you took it right by the silver hook and pushed it against your earlobe. The skin resisted, a sharp burn pressing harder until it popped into place. A little blood was fine, you'd be healed by morning. But now there was a whole lot of nothin' to do. Star was at their little hideout, you'd only really seen it once before and didn't have the stones to go there without the boys' permission. Tonight you saw that brown haired guy with them again. Some new guy who just came to Santa Carla named… Oh god what was it? Mitchell? Manny? Milo? Something "Mi"... mmm...mmm-M-Michael! Yes, that's who it was! He was so much more intense and jumpy that the others, but you always got the impression he was a bit... er, lost. He always either had this confused or angry look on his face.

With nothing better to do, you spent the night aimlessly wandering through the coastal shorelines, your feet sweeping over cold, damp sand as you followed hills. You couldn't stop thinking about the jumpy newbie who seemed particularly aggressive. He always gave David dirty looks, but Marko wouldn't tell her who he was.

"Just a guy Star met, babes. Don't worry too much about him, he's just gotta mellow out before he joins us."

You'd walked so far you hadn't even realized there were people up ahead blasting Aerosmith on their boombox, jumping around a crude bonfire like a pack of wild men.

Ugh, Surf Nazis. Pain in the ass California boneheads who practically dominated the waves and the boardwalk. You were ready to turn the other way when a stream of light flew by, one after the other. Five each. Hey, you knew those motorcycles! Ducking down by the dunes you watched Marko swing his leg over the seat, dashing up to a looming tree overlooking the bonfire mosh pit with Paul, Dwayne and David. Michael was there too? You wiggled lower, cautiously staying out of sight just close enough to hear them over the music.

"Initiations over, Michael," David hissed with glee. "Time to join the club!"

Club? Like a biker club or something? Squinting at the tree you nearly feel backward when the image cleared beneath the harsh orange glow. Their ey-e-eyes! They-they were blood red- white even! The way they snickered and laughed sent a blood curdling chill down your back. Marko… that sweet, alluring smile was now twisted into a hideous smirk boasting sharp, pointed teeth mocking the brunette beneath him who shared a similar look of horror. In a flash they fle- THEY FLEW!

Rapidly you ducked down, clutching at your heart. It was beating so fast you thought your ribs were going to break. And then the screams.. those awful, sickening screams! You had to cover your mouth not to cry out in horror as David lodged his teeth into a man's skull. Dwayne howled with delight, tearing another guy in half. They were painted red. Every where, every thing, red.

You almost missed Marko as he snapped their neck, peeling back scalp with ease to devour the wrinkled flesh beneath their skull. Then you couldn't see anymore, it was all tears. They showed no regret, no mercy. Instead they reveled in their kills, throwing the last of the limbs into a flaming inferno like some sort of hellish bonfire.

Bile flooded your esophagus, tearing your hand away to empty your stomach onto the sands beneath you. You nearly cried out, startled when David spoke again to Michael.

"Now you know what we are… and now you know what you are."

What they were?

"You'll never grow old. And you'll never die. But you must feed."

David's voice cut the air like a knife. Your whole body was frigid. For a moment it almost felt like he was speaking to you. Then you remembered the earring still wedged in place, your fingers clawing it out in a frenzy. Dammit! It ripped again a thin stream of blood dripping onto your neck as you threw it on the sand.

Meanwhile Marko watched that coward Michael bolt off screaming. What a wuss. So a few people had to die, not a bad price for eternal youth, dude. He could only laugh at this point, smearing the blood off his mouth. That was a good meal…

"Hey did we miss one," he asked, sniffing the air. There was always a distinct taste and scent between fresh, and old blood. By now whatever was left was either staining them, the ground, or being burnt. He gnawed on a finger bone, looking Paul's way. Might as well hang for a while, they had to make sure the pieces were nice and burnt to a crisp.

"Nah man, they're all barbecue. I getcha though." Yeah he smelled it too. Those assholes were dead shit, fresh blood shouldn't still be in the air. It was undeniable, and soon all of them could smell it

"Its still nearby."

Oh god, they smelled you! Stumbling over sand, you tripped over your own feet and spiraled down to the base of the dunes. Marko was the first to step out. He almost missed the bloody scent, most of it was moving away. The sands still shuddered to adjust to the missing weight, a few foot prints pushed away by sand and wind. But then a tiny… something tapped his boot. Kneeling down, still caked with a familiar scent of fresh blood...it was his earring? Now he could smell it more clearly. Your scent was all over these sands. His heart dropped, realizing why this was on the ground. "Ah shit," he groaned, clasping it tightly in his hand.

×××××

The front door of your home swung as you tore it open. Locks fumbled shut and you immediately made a mad dash for your room. Your mom and dad had gone to the next town over, so it was just you and your dog D/N tonight. Absolutely the worst possible scenario to be in when you discover your boyfriend of the past few months was a murderous psychopath who ate people!

Your heart beat echoed throughout the whole room, you thought you might even faint. Pacing back and forth you tried wiping your hands on your skirt like a madman. It just wouldn't come off! All you could see was red. Just red everywhere. Bloody splattered stained your eyes in shades of crimson. On your hands, your clothes, on the walls, in the air, on… Marko...

Covering your mouth did little to stifle the whimpering, sharp sobs that made your lungs spasm. Marko. Oh Marko.

You'd never seen such cruel delight plastered over his sweet face. Beautiful blonde locks were caked in fresh blood, he was even laughing the whole time. He enjoyed it. Revelled even, in the carnage.

Stumbling over discarded clothes you shut off your lamp, rapidly kicking them away. Naked, trembling you ran into your bathroom. You had to wash it off! It felt like an hour had gone by in the blink of an eye. All you could do was sob under the streams of hot water. Knees to your chest, clutching them close. Maybe if you just stayed there you wouldn't have to face the reality of what you saw.

You were afraid to blink. Every time you did, there his eyes were. Those cold, unyielding white eyes that glowed perfectly in the dark. You stayed planted until the water finally ran frigid. Once your fingers started trembling and your lips went blue you had no other choice but to get out.

Without another word you threw on the nearest clean shirt, a pair of pajama shorts and collapsed onto your bed. Everything you thought he was, was now up in the air. Now you questioned every motive, every kind gesture. That kiss tonight.. He could have been luring you. Maybe he was planning on killing you too. It was enough to bring all the tears back, sobbing into your pillow in the dark until sleep cradled your miserable form.

The next time you opened your eyes, D/N was in a frenzy. Barking over and over. Still groggy you lazily snatched your alarm clock. 2:15 am?? Seriously, D/N? Ugh, bad dog. Probably saw a squirrel or something.

"Y/N!"

Immediately you were snapped wide awake. The fog of slumber was blown away in an instant. For a solid minute you remained utterly still. You didn't even dare to breathe.

It was clear, firm, just outside. Every tick on your clock echoed softly, you almost thought you misheard.

"Y/N please, I can hear your heart. I know you're up there!"

Oh god. Holy hell he found you. Running to your window you felt your heart in your ears. It was so loud, you slowly inched your fingers towards the closed curtains. This was almost out of body. You could feel every step you made. Marko's presence grew stronger as you near the window. Clenching the dusty fabric, you tempted yourself to peek every so slightly. Then you screamed bloody murder. Face to face, a pair of bright blue eyes cut through the night looking right at you.

HE. WAS ON. THE ROOF!

Immediately you shut the curtains! Wait! The lock! Pushing them open you immediately twisted it shut just before he could pry it up.

"Babe please, I can explain!"

"Explain nothing, I am not listening to anything you have to say," you screamed. When he began to move you ran to the other window and locked it as well. He banged his forehead against the glass, still trying to wrench it up. Damn these old houses! The frame had a silver lining! Immediately he tore his fingers away, pressing against the glass. "Y/N, baby girl, come on please let me in!"

It was so hard to look away. "No! I'm not even gonna look at you," you insisted, shutting the blinds. Cute girls eat free? Ha! He probably hypnotized the cashier! Oh god. When he spoke this time you plugged your ears. "I'm not listening! MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB, LITTLE LAMB!"

A sharp huff of air pushed out of Marko's nostrils. This was ridiculous! "You are being such a brat! Just let me in, dammit!"

Nope. More stupid singing. Fine. If you were gonna be stubborn, so was he.

Flying downward he searched for any easy way in. The front door was locked, the upstairs bathroom, the master bedroom, the back yard do- not this one. Slowly the golden knob twisted, rattled, then squeaked open.

Oh boy, now there was a dog!

"Fuck me," Marko groaned, hands in the air with utter exasperation. Of course you had a dog! Why not! Got any holy water too? The big ball of fluff continued to snarl at him. Rolling his eyes, Marko flared his fangs which promptly silenced the snarling muty. "I don't have time for you!"

THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD.

Rapid steps dashed down the stairs where Y/N then skidded to a halt.

You had heard D/N wildly barking, your only plan was to drag him upstairs with you where it was safe. However, once you stepped in the room you could see him standing there in the dark, a silhouette circled by a thin layer of moonlight. His eyes were glowing bright red.

You felt like a deer in headlights. You couldn't budge an inch. A complete Mexican standoff. Both of you were staring at each other.

Marko watched you for any movement, any at all. Then you flinched. "Y/N," he said as he slowly reached out- and you ran. "Wait!"

You scrambled back up the stairs towards your room, almost looking back. Shit he was fast! You screamed the whole way while he begged, nay, pleaded with you to just hear him out.

"You killed them! I saw you," you shouted, lunging for your door. It was just a second too slow as you spun between the frame and into your room. A solid hit from the other side nearly knocked you back as Marko crashed into it, trying to force it open. You were barely keeping in place- except you were. Every time he rammed the door your feet were being pushed back.

"I know! I didn't mean for you to find out this way! Babygirl, you gotta believe me I would never hurt you," he insisted. With one firm push he swung the door wide open, sending to flying onto the floor. Already you were jumping over your bed to reach the bathroom, trying to get behind the door where you could lock him out. "Stop!"

With everything he had he bolted forward and finally got a grip on your waist just before you could get through the threshold. He completely lifted you off the floor! You flailing and kicking did nothing except frustrate him, his grip tightening to where you were struggling to breath. "Let me go! Stop it, Marko, you put me down right now! Put me down, put me down!"

"Enough!" Slamming you down on your bed, Marko quickly grabbed you by your wrists and held them above your head, a knee over your legs to keep you from thrashing any further. "Y/N stop it! I'm not gonna hurt you, you know this! You know me!"

"I know you lied to me," you cried, still trying to look away, writhing and twisting beneath him. You weren't gonna be so easily tricked this time. "How can I trust you?! Everything you told me-"

"I never said I was human," he insisted. "Baby look at me. Look at me!" When you wouldn't he kept your wrists tightly gripped beneath his hand and forced you head to turn his way. "Y/n… please, just look."

This time he wasn't angry. Just hurt. The way he tenderly whispered your name made you want to cry, and just ever slightly you peeked open your eyes. His eyes were… watery. You looked into them, the tints of red faded back into the shimmering sky you treasured just hours prior. "Did… did even like me? W-was I just another me-meal to you," you choked out between hiccups.

"No. No, no, baby," he spoke softly, calloused fingertips pushing away your years. "Babygirl. Please, listen to me. I.. would never, ever, hurt you."

This time it stuck, you could see the sincerity in his eyes. There was a slow diffuse, and now Marko just sat atop you until he was absolutely sure you wouldn't run.

Slowly you sat up, looking at him. It got awkward by this point. But you had to know.

"Marko… what are you," you asked softly. It sounded harsh, but it was impossible to avoid.

"I guess the easiest thing to call it would be vampire," he sighed, looking down at his hands.

"So, I guess you're not 17?"

"Well I mean, not anymore. I was, but I haven't been for… a while."

Your brow furrowed, looking over at him. He wasn't upset anymore. Just calm. "How long is a while?"

Marko seemed physically uncomfortable discussing this. Whatever he had left behind when he turned was something he wanted gone. Slowly you reached over, taking his hand into your own.

"Y/N, listen. I-"

"You swear you aren't going to hurt me," you asked, looking at him. Marko only gave you a soft smile and leaned forward. You didn't have time to react. Only feeling the tender press of his lips on yours.

"I'd rather die."

You cupped his cheek, searching his expression for any signs of lying. Not a word. Not a single piece was a lie. You tasted him again. Salt, iron, soft. There were still little traces of blood that tainted his lips. Kisses deepened into dizzying passion. Your shirt was pulled away.

His jacket fell to the floor with a solid thump. You could feel his fingers prying away the shorts wrapped on your waist. He really was dead. You expected him to be warm, but instead it was cold; almost icy. It sent chills over your flesh.

"You don't have to..," Marko whispered. This was a vulnerable moment. He'd revealed something completely new and frightening.

"I want to," you whimpered. It certainly hurt. All those movies made it look so simple. It pushed in, your whole body tightening until your toes curled. Marko was so tender. To him you were made of glass, he couldn't lose control even for a moment. Wrapping you in his arms he took you away, passing hours away with the most luscious touches he could spare.

Laying amongst disheveled sheets and bedding he held you tightly to him, glancing over at the clock. 4:57am.

Sunrise was in an hour. There's no way he could stay. A closet wasn't exactly light-proof, and the boys might come looking for him. "I have to go.."

The words sunk in your heart. "I know.."

Gently he tilted up your chin, stealing away one last kiss. "Come to the hotel this afternoon. I promise as soon as I wake up I'll tell you everything, okay?"

It was a hard bargain. There was not much else you could do. With one last deep kiss you watched him dive out your window, vanishing into the night. You looked down at your dresser, the earring you discarded now cleanly placed atop it. You'd be sure to wear it this afternoon

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blookmallow · 4 years

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hAhhahHAHAHAAa im FINALLY starting to get it im gonna be the BEST at graves

finally hit a point where my progress just SHOT up bc i started figuring out a bunch of shit at once

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unlocked cremation now i can have campfires

i was able to expand the graveyard so i have plenty of grave room but now theres no risk of running out anyway bc i can just. burn some of them :’) i still get burial certificates for this too even though i have not yet figured out how to set up a place to put the urns. and i can’t consistently make urns yet either so i just have like. a pile of ash in a trunk in my basement until i figure out what to do with it, :’)

my church is comin along very nicely too we got some new benches and a lot more people are showing up now. they all look like cultists but im. sure thats. nothing to worry about,

so i didnt pay much attention to this bc i had no idea what that blue icon meant

guess what that is

its SCIENCE

aka the one thing i needed for a ton of shit and could NOT figure out

you get science by taking apart paper. who fuckin knew

its like. paper/notes/books/things like that which SORT OF makes sense, i guess its a really roundabout way of saying like “study the book at the study table to learn science” but phrased as “decompose the paper to obtain Science Particles” essentially :’) even, uh, blank paper, i guess

i did not realize that was the science icon it looks way different when its that small

and up until this point the only way i could find to get paper was to buy it from this one philosopher guy who has paper and books and stuff but he only ever has like 2 pieces at a time and is only there on one specific day

BUT THEN i figured out i can actually MAKE paper

guess what paper is made of

guess

guess guess

...

IT’S SKIN

I CAN MAKE MY OWN PAPER OUT OF SKIN

it says “pigskin paper” but i do not have any pigs. nor have i seen any pigs. this is human skin. i am making my own paper out of human skin that i sliced off corpses. this is the best fucking game ever

nice. probably dont want to step on that though

YOU FUCKIN DIPSHIT I JUST TOLD U NOT TO DO THAT

I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR CUTSCENE ACTIONS LITTLE GRAVE MAN

his respawning is acknowledged as a Weird Supernatural Power at least :’)

absolutely sir

quick question though Why do you need these

anyway i can make blood buckets now. i dont know what use they are other than that one guy who wanted one but i sure can make them

i dont know why i have to use the church workbench to make my blood buckets but Don’t Worry About It

i also met a zombie! he is stuck to the wall and the only thing he can feel anymore is pain. his voice sound effects are very, very unsettling. its fine

,,,thank you

anyway he told me I CAN MAKE ZOMBIE SERVANTS!!!!!! i havent worked out how yet but i cannot WAIT to have zombie friends

partly because thats fuckign excellent and partly because i could REALLY use some help lmao

*AND* I FOUND OUT WHAT I CAN DO WITH MY SKULLS

i dont have enough yet but i also cannot WAIT to decorate my basement with skulls

oh god what the fuck is happening there

,,,OKAY SURE

i dont think that’s like. tiled floor because it doesn’t match any other textures, it’s massive and empty/no other furniture or anything on it, i can’t actually get over there, and it overlaps into the wall weirdly i think just an entire section of the dungeon map Broke :’)

as far as i can tell it isn’t an area i can actually access anyway so it. probably doesn’t matter but,

i found a zombie buried in the rocks but he looks kinda like a regular dead guy to me,

the zombie in the basement said its one of his brothers but i think he may have died Again

come on buddy lets go

hes hanging out in the morgue now and i have not yet figured out how to resurrect him :’)

i can also take his organs too but that seems rude

or maybe its not maybe zombies hate having organs. who am i to say

his work efficiency is very low and his. uh. skull. meter. is mostly red, which i am assuming is probably bad

:’) i have no fucking idea what to do here so i just kinda left him in there for now ill. figure something out. i think im supposed to make some kind of reanimator juice to wake him up but i. dont know how

really, really don’t like the fact that i can make armor out of metal and skin

im unlocking skills left and right so im finding all kinds of exciting new uses for my corpse bits and it is incredibly unnerving

#lucy plays graveyard keeper

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butgilinsky · 6 years

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rivals pt 2 // sweet pea

warning; language, violence, anger, implication of thoughts of suicide-ish

summary; Malachi’s arrested for the racing incident. when he returns, he wants to raise hell. when y/n supports his actions, sweet pea tries to stop her, which only pushes her further.

y/n/n = your nickname (also, the events that happen in the actual show may be out of order for the fit to progress how I want it to, but I'll try not to mess it up too. much(: )

(pt 2 of _ )

pt 1. pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4 pt. 5 pt. 6

sweet pea x ghoulies!reader

y/n’s eyes darkened, her fist flying into the wall as she screamed out in frustration.

“and you let every single one of them walk away?” her voice boomed throughout the warehouse, making the boys in front of her flinch. “not a single serpent touched? not a single northsider’s face in the dirt?” she got into one of the boy’s faces, the boy she had known the longest.

y/n wasn’t close to many of the ghoulies, purely because they were scared of her, and she knew not to get too close to them, or she’d feel bad about beating their faces in. she stayed close to Malachi, or far away from them all together.

“you let my brother get fucking arrested?” she screamed into the boy’s face, making him flinch slightly.

“there was nothing we could do. if we didn’t run, there was no way we would’ve gotten out alive.” he tried to explain to her that the rest of the ghoulies had to run in order to get away from the cops, but she was fed up.

“you joined this gang six years ago. my brother confided in you, knowing you would be able to keep shit together if something happened, and you let him get fucking arrested?” her fist collided with the boy’s cheek, making the rest of the boys squirm uncomfortably.

the boy held his cheek, grimacing in pain.

“you’re worthless.” she mumbled, pushing past him as she picked up the bat by the door and got into the truck outside.

she drove to the wyrm, listening to the loud voices inside of the wyrm and seeing a bunch of nicely parked bikes outside.

she took the bat to all of the mirrors she could find, smashing the mirrors and kicking the bikes over in frustration.

when she was finished, she got back in her truck and drove off, seeing serpents rush out o the bar in her review mirror.

she punched the steering wheel as she drove around the Southside, deciding on going to the one spot she knew she’d be able to be alone.

she sat on the edge of the small cliff that was only about two feet off the ground. she picked up rocks that laid around the area and threw them into the water below her, trying to sort out her thoughts.

“didn’t know ghoulies had infected this part of town too.” she turned around to see the one and only sweet pea standing behind her.

she rolled her eyes and kept throwing rocks into the little pond as he sat beside her, making her roll her eyes again.

“didn’t think you’d ever voluntarily sit next to a ghoulie.” she spit, confused by his actions.

“no matter how tough you are or pretend to be, your brother was just arrested. nobody needs to be alone in that situation. and no matter how much I hate that you’re a ghoulie, and I know you trashed our bikes, I also know that you’re going through a lot of shit, and you didn’t choose to be the sister of the ghoulie king.” his words were sincere, and she nodded at all of them, seeing truth behind all of it.

“I love my brother, but I didn’t want to get wrapped up in all of this. I know why he did all of it, but it’s consumed him. as much as I have my moments where all I see is red, I’m a little more sensible than he is.” sweet pea nodded, believing her.

“I told him not to go to that fucking race. northsiders always have a different idea.” she mumbled, recalling every time she told Malachi it was going to turn out poorly.

“none of us knew he was doing that.” y/n rolled her eyes, not fully believing that every serpent was innocent.

“he’s going to fuck this whole town up when he gets out.” she looked at the boy sitting beside her, who nodded slowly, not wanting to think about Malachi getting out. it was going to be bad for everyone in sight. he believed the serpents knew about the cops, and he would make sure everyone knew that getting him in trouble was the wrong decision.

“yeah we’re all in trouble when that happens.” sweet pea said with a slight smile.

the girl let a small smile poke through. a real smile.

“I don’t think I've ever seen you smile, like really.” sweet pea teased, nudging the girl slightly.

“I don't think I've smiled sincerely in years.” she mumbled, watching pea’s smile fall a little. she laughed slowly, making sweet pea’s eyes snap up to meet hers. “I told you I make you nervous.” she whispered, hearing the boy laugh softly.

“you don't make me nervous.” he brushed off, making the girl roll her eyes.

“whatever you say, snake.”

***

the two kept their distance at school, knowing that their tiny spark of a friendship was never allowed to be exposed to either side of the Southside high cafeteria.

the two often only saw each other at the small cliff the two went to.

but today was the day Malachi was getting out. y/n waited outside of the jail, waiting to see her brother walk out in all of his ghoulie glory.

when she saw the curly headed boy walk out, her smile widened as she ran to her brother and threw her arms around his neck.

“I told you to stay away from that race, idiot.” she teased with a wide smile on her face.

he rolled his eyes but smiled down at his sister, kissing the top of her head.

“I'm sorry. but I'm here now. you okay? held down the fort while I was gone?” the two got into y/n’s car and drove back to the warehouse the rest of the ghoulies were waiting at.

“do you know who you’re talking to, Mal? of course I held down the fort.” she smirked at his playful smile as he ran his hands through his curly hair.

when the two got back to the rest of the ghoulies, Malachi got out of the car to multiple cheers and victorious yells as he stepped onto a stool someone brought out.

“let’s raise hell to those northsiders.” he yelled at the end of his speech, making everyone cheer in victory.

the group pulled up to the diner on the Northside, Malachi’s eyes locked on Archie’s jacket peeking through the window.

when Archie walked outside, he was followed by the rest of his Northside crew, along with a few serpents, which surprised y/n.

“double whammy. serpents and northsiders? the more the merrier.” Malachi smiled at the sight, taking large steps to the people that waltzed out of the diner.

y/n stayed back, sitting on Malachi’s bike. she rolled her eyes when sweet pea sent her a knowing look, telling her this wouldn't turn out good. she shrugged softly, her sinister smile creeping up onto her lips. she loved a good show.

sweet pea said something to jughead, who tried to grab his shoulder, but sweet pea shrugged out of his grip and walked over to y/n, his jaw clenched.

“you’re just going to let your brother raise hell? what the hell y/n-”

“stop right there. I get that we’re ghoulies and you think little of us, but Archie got my brother arrested, pea.” her voice was low, but pointed. she was angry that he didnt understand her situation, event though he knew how hard she was taking the fact that Malachi had been in jail.

“that doesn't excuse the fact that he’s trying to tear this place apart.” pea’s voice raised a little. y/n rolled her eyes, laughing sarcastically.

“I should've known better. no matter how much you tell me you can see my soft shell underneath my tough exterior, you don't. you just see a little ghoulie girl. you see a girl that’s hidden behind spiked baseball bats and fancy cars. you see me as Malachi’s little sister. you’re just like everyone else.” she was infuriated, that the boy she tried to gain as her secret friend hadn't been what she thought all along.

she stood up off of the bike, her chest almost pressed against his.

“and no matter what you think of me, I'm a ghoulie. and Malachi’s my brother. you don't pick your family. but you sure as hell don’t turn your back on them when they’re all you have. Malachi’s all I have, pea. and no matter how many heads he smashes, he does it for me. but that’s probably too complicated to get into your thick skull.” she pressed her hands to the boy’s chest and pushed him away from her, her eyes filled with anger and hurt as she shook her head.

“listen, I hate that we grew up on different sides of the Southside. I hate that I can’t comfort you in front of people. but I hate it when you just run back to him like he’s a good person-”

“you don’t know anything!” she screamed, gaining a sliver of attention from different ghoulies around her, who quickly went back to their fight. “you know him as the king of the ghoulies. drug runner and hell raiser.” she shook her head, her arms spread out wide as she spoke with hand and arm movements, her ager taking over.

“you see him as the bad guy in this town. the bottom of the totem pole. the scum of Riverdale. guess what pea, he’s all I fucking got. he’s my big brother. he’s always been there for me, when everyone else skipped out on me. you don’t know why he is the way he is, or why I am the way that I am. he was there for me when every other person turned their back on me. he turned his back on those that turned their backs on me. he’s the top of my totem pole. the number one person in my life.” she was screaming, but the various fights around her were muffling her screams. nobody was watching the girl scream at the serpent, because they were throwing or receiving too many blows to the face and head to focus on anything else.

“you may not like him, since you swore into some pathetic group that forces you to hate us. and thats fine. you can run around and scream your stupid serpent laws all you want, swearing by your loyalty to them. I respect your loyalty, but that doesn't mean you have to spit in my face because of who I grew up with. you can hate my brother all you want, but I swear to god if you try to lay a fucking finger on my brother, I'll make you wish you never became a god damn serpent.” the girl shoved the boy once more before walking up to Malachi that was standing over the red haired northsider, swinging his spiked bat in a circle.

she grabbed the boy’s elbow, gaining his attention. his sinister smile fell the instant his eyes connected with his sister’s.

“what’s wrong?” he dropped the bat so it was hanging normally, his foot still pressed on Archie’s chest.

“I want to go, mal.” the girl showed no clear emotion to the northsider lying underneath them, but her brother could see right through her.

“I can’t call them off, y/n/n” his eyes were softer than they ever were when he looked at other people, which let her know he was regretful.

“I don't care about them. I just want to go. I'm tired of these fucking rats.” her eyes flicked down to Archie, who rolled his eyes. the built up anger inside her started to boil at the small gesture.

she clenched her jaw, putting all of her anger into her motions as she raised her foot off the ground and sent it flying into Archie’s side, making him yelp in pain as his hand instinctively went to grip the area she just kicked.

“don’t look at me.” she seethed, her anger taking over her entire body. “you know what, we can stay.” she looked at Malachi who’s eyes were now filled with concern.

no matter how evil people believed Malachi was, he knew deep down, his sister was darker. she had more reasons to hate the world than Malachi, which mean the had more fuel to add to her internal fire.

she grabbed the spiked bat out of Malachi’s hands and swung it around as she turned around to see another bulldog walking towards her. she put all of her strength into a single swing to the boy’s side, watching as he fell over and gripped his now bleeding side.

she looked at sweet pea once before throwing the bat into a car window, hearing the siren go off. she stood still after that, her legs parted slightly as she held a strong stance, staring at the serpent with a lack of emotion. her jacket had fallen off of one of her shoulders, her boots had scuffs on them from previously kicking things around. her black hair was covering part of her face and the infamous black paint Malachi always had was fading underneath her eyes.

she dropped the bat to her side, letting it fall onto the gravel below her as she slipped her jacket back onto her shoulder and walked past the tall boy, leaving everyone behind her.

she walked down the street of the Northside, glaring at everyone that she came in contact with. when she reached the famous train tracks, she found her feet stopping as she stood in the middle of the tracks.

she smiled softly to herself as she glued her feet to the tracks, looking down the metal track as she heard a soft train in the distance. she saw a boy run into her peripheral vision, smirking at the snake boy.

she smiled at him, looking back at the oncoming train. a few moments before the train got too close, she turned to sweet pea and took a step backwards, stepping off the tracks and allowing the train to separate her from the snake boy as she finished the walk back to her house.

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after watching the new episode i was wondering if it possible for TodoBaku or is there moment that show Bakugou doesn't really mind about Todoroki in the later chapter ? and what's your opinion in TodoBaku ? how do you see their relationship ? Thanx :)

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh what a good great unexpected question - personally, I don’t ship it romantically one bit, but it is one of my favorite dekusquad/bakusquad relationships - I guess you might consider it something similar to an accidental sort-of-friendship neither of them seem to actually have noticed yet? It’s definitely a unique relationship for either of them, at least… they make it clear more than once that they Do Not Give A Fuck about the other’s personal struggles, I just can’t see them talking and finding sympathy in each other, but that just ends up giving them a kind of blunt and no-bullshit relationship that doesn’t stop them from working together when needed. I don’t know how to properly explain it, honestly, but they’re fun!

I don’t know how much spoilers you want so I’ll keep this as vague as I can, but they do happen together more than either of them would like, and their relationship is a really amusing one for me - Todoroki actually cracks jokes with Bakugou around, though always with his neutral face and making fun of Bakugou himself when he does, and the way he has of just straight out ignoring Bakugou’s insults and fire-spitting and answering as if they were having a civil conversation is weirdly entertaining tbh

I wouldn’t say that Bakugou “doesn’t mind Todoroki”, but he does end up having way more important things to think about than his one-sided rivalry with him, and once he starts settling things with Deku the narrative mostly moves to push in that direction, which means that every interaction he has with Todoroki is either on neutral grounds or in the middle of forced cooperation, pushing any antagonism they might have to the background, really - also, the more the story goes on the more Bakugou becomes civil with the rest of the class, so there’s that too! Anyway, they’re fun to me, I wish to draw more of them in the future tbh

Anon said:I do laugh at Bakugou’s reaction on the podium bc visually its animated funny. But u r right that the whole thing is fucked. How is that even appropriate to do to him? And it takes until after his fight with deku many arcs later for All Might to say “we maybe sort of neglected this kid’s mental health.” Like wtf. It upsets me sometimes to think just how much All Might just doesn’t even *see* Bakugou. So much is wrong about this, from putting Bakugou on display to forcing the medal on him.

Blessed words all of them - it’s why I’m such a fan of the idea of Bakugou without even noticing switching his role model to Aizawa, actually? Aizawa’s the only adult figure in the whole manga who’s constantly been there for Bakugou, he has his future and mental health and reputation constantly in mind and works his ass off to try and help him along as much as possible, he takes note of everything Bakugou goes through, every switch in mood and worsening in personality and interpersonal relationships, and he’s always incredibly fast in nudging him towards the right path again - and Bakugou noticed. He trusts Aizawa to know him, follows his directions and accepts his advices, believes he’ll have his back without an ounce of doubt, that’s the tutor/student relationship Bakugou deserves

I understand that All Might has a lot of problems of his own and he’s just learning to be a teacher anyway, but he found it in himself to be there for Deku, while Bakugou has been obviously staring at his back for the whole length of the manga and it took All Might 120 chapters to notice, that’s just plain sad

Anon said:What’s your favorite Bakugou headcannon?

BOI I have a lot! One is mentioned in the ask up there, actually haha but generally you can see most of them in my art? I like the idea of him being an artist a lot, given how both his parents are into it, I like to think he’s a rock-music type of kid, I have weird headcanons about his dorm room all including too fancy-looking designer furniture and one too many hero figures stuffed under his bed - he might have a fire extinguisher or two in there as well. Also, he’s a restless sleeper (more like a fighter sleeper) and never wears socks ever

I like to think most of his clothes are black because it’s the color on which the soot from his explosions is the least noticeable, and that he unironically honest to god thinks skulls are the coolest thing ever and can’t stop himself from buying every piece of clothing with them on it (first time he entered Tokoyami’s room he died what a cool place he never wanted to leave ever again); that he really doesn’t like the sea - or taking long baths/showers - because water washes his sweat away and he feels defenceless and it’s horrible, and that rain makes him useless like it does to Mustang from FMA (haha)

He names everything after fire arms (has an extensive, nearly to the point of being uselessly detailed knowledge of those) be it his special moves or his pets or his toys when he was a kid or every and each of the pokemon he’s ever had in any game he’s ever played - he’s a gamer! Mostly into fighting games, though they frustrate him because now and again he blows the controller up without realizing and he’s forced to stop playing, but he also likes strategy-based rpgs a lot (all his characters are called King Of Explodo-kills. All of them)

He talks in hyperboles most of the times, means a thing but uses a word fifty times stronger than necessary to express it instead, and he’s so not used to positive emotions that the first time he feels them it takes him a while to figure out exactly what it is that he’s feeling - he’s an affectionate friend, though he has weird ass ways of showing it, and this part of him is new to him as well since it’s just coming out now that he’s got the squad (he was nearly sure the kids in middle school were his friends, but what kind of friend leaves you to be saved by Deku when a villain attacks?) (meeting the squad made him realize he’d never actually had friends before, it was a bittersweet feeling)

………..okay enough, you asked for my fave and I just blabbered half an hour. I don’t even know which one’s my fave tbh hahaha

Anon said:as much as I like the anime, seeing the sports festivals always makes me sad because bakugou is still an angry kid, but at that time thats pretty much the only thing people see, while after in the manga, yes hes still angry but hes softer? in a way? idk he grew up so seeing him back at the first point makes me sad (sorry for the rant I have a lot of feelings abt this lmao)

He HAS grown, hasn’t he! I hadn’t realized just how much until I saw him back at the beginning of this season yelling at Todoroki the he should stop thinking about Deku and start worrying about him - it’s? Painful? He’s in a constant fight against the whole world, while now you see him way more with his guard down and just… existing. I’m so proud of him and all the good great amazing relationships he’s built ;u;

Anon said:What episode 12 needs is the bakusquad getting angry at how Bakugou was treated because you can’t convince me they were okay with that.

Hmmmmmmmmmm boy I would love that, but all things considered at that point, given how Kaminari and Mina and Sero reacted to Bakugou’s fight with Uraraka, I can kind of safely assume they didn’t think much of it cause they honestly thought Bakugou would flip and destroy the world if not restrained - Kirishima might have found it eccessive, possibly, but in that case too his relationship with Bakugou was just being formed, he didn’t know Bakugou enough to be sure he wouldn’t just lounch himself at Todoroki as soon as he was free

What I can imagine is all four of them some months in the future thinking back on it and going, man, fuck, that really was messed up, what the hell, and for a whole week Bakugou’s highly confused and kinda creeped out by how nice they’re being to him (at some point he starts thinking it’s a quirk) (they stop and go back to normal once they realize he’s honestly trying to figure out a way to unmake it)

Anon said:have you ever thought about…. ojinari (denki and ojirou) beings best buds or just hanging out? and i always liked the idea that baku and kiri get a little jealous whenever denki fawns over ojirou’s soft tail

I have!! It’s also pretty much canon, they’re seen interacting a lot - I don’t know about jealousy tho, mostly because I like to think Baku and Kiri enjoy Ojiro’s friendship a whole damn lot too haha Ojiro’s probably the only one who trains just as much as they do, really, he must be a great gym partner

Anon said:Holy mother of–the medal around Bakugou’s neck is just–I have no words but it’s such a really thoughtful and beautiful way to represent just *waves hands* I can’t explain it but it was really perfect and you’re such a great artist aND BAKU DESERVES BETTER

Holy smokes thank you!!!!!!!!!!! Oh my god!!!!!!!!!!! ;;;A;;; I’m so glad you liked it, oh b o i and yessssss at least he deserves a lot more respect than he ever gets from anyone that isn’t his friends ;~;

Anon said:I know the chains and muzzle were probably(?) for comedic effect like “hahaha he’s so angry we had to restrain him” but dang I’m with you that was just wayyy too far. Crossing into inhumane territory there

;-; I’m so glad I’m not the only one that feels like this about that

Anon said:Okay…. but have you considered in the recent chapters….. platonic kirideku….. (please, I need more of their pure friendship)

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I have, they’re pretty cute and pure and Kirishima’s a ball of excitement and fighting spirit as usual and Deku is kinda there trying to keep up all wobbly smiles and good intentions (he’s not used to the hype people poor child *pats his head*) which is amusing, I don’t mind their relationship at all! But as of now I still haven’t found anything about it unique and interesting enough to make me want to draw it? They’re cute! But they feel… sorta superficial? Like, Kirishima’s friends with everyone, and Deku’s friends with everyone, so of course they’re gonna be friends with each other too! But that’s about it right now. I dunno, maybe it’ll develop more in the future and I’ll decide I want to draw it, who knows!

Anon said:Have you seen that vine with the drunk guys recording singing backstreet’s back? The guy recording is kiri the guy angrily carrying the other drunk guy is baku and the guy being carried is kami

Oh my god this is the best thing I’ve thought about all day, bless you anon hahaha I can’t stop laughing send h e l p the angry look is just so Baku how did they even get him to carry Kami rip

Anon said:I’m sorry if this is annoying of something (mostly bc it’s not a question really) but I REALLY needed to tell you your art is awesome and you made me giggle like a little girl (especially at your kiribaku stuff), and I spent hours at it. You’re amazing!!

It’s not annoying at all!!!! Oh my god, thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Sero giving Bakugo some kind of tape corset is just… omg Fran.

It’s not easy keeping the explosive friend at bay, but someone gotta do it (usually it’s Kirishima) (Sero works well enough when the target of Baku’s yelling is Kiri himself, tho)

Anon said:I just wanted to let you know that bnha has been all over my dash forever but the only reason i’m watching it is you. I found you through your haikyuu art (the bokuku.roteru comic to be specific) and I was sad that you don’t post much hq anymore, so I figured I would watch bnha so that I could enjoy your art to the fullest 😅 I’m only 8 episodes in but i like it so far!

I’m!!!!!! So happy you’re liking it, holy smokes!!!!!!!!! *O* thank you so much for deciding to try it out only for my art, oh myyyyyy ;u;

Anon said:Okay so… This is going to sound honestly terrible but… If Suneater needs to eat something to get his abilities, what would happen if he ate a human with a quirk? Would he be able to use it too?? Gosh. This is so morbid. Sorry for the ask.

DON’T!!!!!!!!!! worry anon this is a home open to every and each speculation as far as quirks go I live for this shit - also I might or might not have thought about this too (I have) and I guess as long as quirks are classified as physical attributes then he would gain the quirk? Mutations, for sure, but stuff like Bakugou’s sweat works too (he can use the venom in the animals he eats so nitroglycerin sweat is fair game) and probably body-shifting like Kirishima would work as well… I’m not sure about stuff like Shinsou’s quirk, but if there’s a gene or an actual mutated part of his body that can make him control people, then probably it’s be okay too

Please Jiki don’t ever eat anyone, tho lol

Anon said:I also am weak for the need vs want. I’ve actually said that to people. Don’t need you, I want you hahaha love you, Fran!!

Anon said:OMG Fran the comic !!! the soft kiribaku !!! and i love that Bakugou can still live without Kirishima but his live will be colourless, just LOVE IT !!!!!!

THANK YOU BOTH SO MUCH OH MY GOD!!!! I’m super glad you liked it!!!!!!!!!!!!

#fran answers #GUESS WHO FEELS CHATTY TODAY #i do #this is the longest ask post in the history of this blog #ship asks #and #bakugou headcanons #metaing all around #there's a lot of blabbering in this but i don't feel good enough to draw so asks answers it is #yaaaayyyyyyyyyy #anonymous #i just realized but probably my fave bakugou headcanon is that he's in love with kiri anon #tho that was pretty obvious wasnt it #lmao

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Secret Empire #0

This was the big one folks. A giant sized 0 issue, which apparently wasn’t even the first one you were supposed to read.

There are 3 other prelude issues to this, which I won’t bother collecting. One from U.S Avengers, where it seems Captain America shook things up with Roberto DaCosta. Another in the Thunderbolts book, I think. And finally his own Captain America: Steve Rogers book, where he finally revealed his outward villainy, apparently.

...Before I go any further, I should mention to anyone not in the know, that since the Pleasant Hill event ended and Steve Rogers triumphantly returned with his youth, Nick Spencer left us with a nasty cliff-hanger. And that was the fact that, Kobik (the cosmic diety that brought him back) was being manipulated by Red Skull.

This only spelled bad news for Cap, as Spencer spent an entire year setting up the idea that Steve was never a genuine American Hero, but really a Secret Hydra Agent, deep deep undercover for years. [Come on, man. Really!?]

Now.. this is old news. People hated Captain America: Steve Rogers #1 the world over. Then others saw through the whole ploy when they stayed on for Steve Rogers #2. Since then, I think Marvel audiences have been split between hating on this entire plot thread, and others finding it downright brilliant.

I... have avoided it like the plague. Brian Bendis had the chance during Civil War II to hint at us that Cap wasn’t being genuine, or secretly harboring evil thoughts or whatever, and he didn't. He left Spencer to his devices, who handled a pretty well written Epilogue to Civil War II.

That very same epilogue hinted at what’s to come right here in Secret Empire. Steve Rogers and Sharon Carter were in power once again. And this time, as Top Cop, he was going to make sure he was going to follow through with his “true” mission.

[Give me a break man. He’s obviously gonna break out of this. But in the meantime, Marvel audiences are beyond frustrated at the straight up blasphemy and downright betrayal that Spencer has created for the Captain America fanbase.] And I think that’s a fair Pre-Assessment.

As for this issue. It was really well written. It’s very dense. There’s a lot going on. And some of it is a bit much. And I was definitely left feeling bummed out by the end of it. Steve Rogers is definitely breaking my heart a little bit, here. But I’d also like to think I understand where Spencer is going with this. And I can only hope that he’s going to deliver a major redeeming factor somewhere down the line, towards the end of all this.

In the mean time. Let the Secret Empire begin.

[SPOILERS]

Warning. This was a very long issue, and I don’t want to leave a single detail out. So the rest of this review may be tl;dr. I’ll do my best to move the points along though.

We start with a “Flashback” from 1945 in Japan where Captain America secretly reported to his Hydra boss, Kraken. [Already, I’m not in love.]

Along with Kraken is what I thought was Sir Isaac Newton from the Sorcerers Supreme book, but I could be wrong. Anyway, they tell him that the Allies are about to use a ‘Cosmic Cube’ to rewrite reality itself. And not to believe them when he falls into their will. {To make us believe that all those years as an Avenger, he was somehow being manipulated.}

Through some really nice visuals, we see Cap’s heroic history unfold, even though he now believes that it was in-genuine. That is to say, he believes his “true mission” is to betray them.

After that strange flashback, we’re treated to an interesting Character Page.

This book is going to host Steve Rogers & Sharon Carter at S.H.I.E.L.D. Command [obviously], both Ironheart AND Iron Man in Michigan..

The Ultimates and other cosmic favorites like Hyperion and the new Quasar, (which was kind of nice to see.) The Guardians of the Galaxy minus Drax will be around.

At New York City, we get to see the Defenders in action for the first time, which is pretty exciting. I’m no stranger to Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Iron Fist and Daredevil, but to see them finally get the Team Treatment and recognition since Bendis wrapped up New Avengers vol. 2, is really nice. Also with them is Spider-Woman, Doctor Strange, Cloak and Dagger. The Uncanny Avengers will also be featured in this book, which I enjoy. [Guess I’ll be collecting those tie ins.] Did I mention The Wasp is there too? Janet Van Dyne. Not the new one.

And of course this event wouldn’t be complete without some Hydra Forces such as Baron Zemo and his Army of Evil.

Now... Before I continue, I noticed a significant lack of ‘Actual’ Avengers. ...is Waid staying out of this?? Does Spencer not care about them??

What of Clint Barton? Won’t he have something to say about an evil Cap in Power?

Well. We’ll see I guess. I’m getting ahead of myself here. Apparently Captain America: Sam Wilson explained his absence from this event already. =/

Once we finally get into the issue, I’m already confused. I’ve already missed something. There are apparently 3 red dots on the trouble map, which S.H.I.E.L.D. has failed to stop for months, and now it feels like the end is nigh.

[Also, I’m completely thrown off by her old appearance in this issue, meanwhile in Infamous Iron Man, she’s totally young and fresh looking. I could’ve sworn she looked the same in CWII’s epilogue as well.]

Well, anyway, we get to see Captain Marvel, the Ultimates and other Cosmic friends take action in space against the Chitauri.

[You would think Al Ewing would set some of this up for Ultimates 2 tie-ins, but he definitely has some other pointless things going on in his pocket of the universe.]

As the Ultimates fight in space, Ironheart, and apparently Tony’s mobile armored A.I. is able to fully work alongside her. [As if Tony was never in a coma or something.. Hah!]

I have no idea what they’re doing. I wish I could say what they’re analyzing. But outside, New York is burning.

This is where we find that The Defenders are up against Nitro, who has nothing but vengeance on his mind since Pleasant Hill, which happened more than a year ago at this point. [Where was this before?]

“Know that it is their sins you die for now!”

The action is pretty awesome on the ground and in space as Sharon worries with a pensive Steve from the Helicarrier. The panels are scattered and frantic, although aligned neatly along the page.

Narrations build things up in past tense.

“This is how we were betrayed.” The mysterious story continues to unfold.

Apparently in space, the new Quasar dies, or we are lead to believe that, as a huge alien swallows her whole.

From the Helicarrier, Cap commands, “We need that shield!”

[THATS what Riri and Tony A.I are working on!!]

{I have a weird theory that Tony’s A.I. slacked on getting the shield up in time, but I have little-to-nothing to back up that theory.}

In New York, Jessica Jones definitely saves the Defenders from getting blown up by Nitro, who just suicide bombed the area.

It almost seems as if something fatal happened to her, but we find that is not the case the next time we see them.

Cutting further to the chase, Riri and Tony A.I get the shield up, but in the process Steve basically locks the Ultimates out of Earth.

The Unity Squad touches down by the Defenders, where Rogue mentions something about guessing they’re Avengers again.

[I know this team got rocked recently, but I forget why. Do they know that Steve is Hydra..? Or just don’t trust him?? I gotta read up on them again.]

For a minute it looks like they all won. [But as I said. Steve locked the Ultimates out of Earth and, he makes this betrayal apparent soon after.]

He even allowed his own Hellicarrier to be brought down by Hydra Agents who invade the place.

They all arrive before Steve and Sharon and aim their guns at her. He orders them not to shoot and to stand down, which confuses Sharon.

...This thing gets all over the place after that. With Carol and the Ultimates finding out that they’re officially screwed and left for dead as more and more Chitauri waves come for them, we’re given an interesting caption. “Stage One. Alpha Flight Space Station.”

Then we see that Zemo is outside of New York on a speedboat with Blackoutm as he holds the Darkholde book. [Ah come on man. That’s just pandering to casual S.H.I.E.L.D. TV fans...]

Zemo and/or Blackout initiate Stage Two, which is putting New York City in darkness, isolating it via a Darkforce Dimension.

We see Doctor Strange try to stop it, but it is unknown to us at this time if it did anything.

Then, we get to see our ‘Actual’ Avengers, the Champions and Spider-man move into action, as everyone starts to notice that something is up.

Tony A.I. calls “All Avengers” into action.

“If you can hear this, your services are required immediately-- We are under attack.... This is threat level red, Defcon Infinity Stuff here, people-- We need you to get to Washington D.C.!!!”

On the last page, we see Hellicarriers hover above the White House and a caption read, “Stage Three. Washington D.C. Objective: Hydra takeover. Mission: Underway.”

-To Be Continued!-

So yes. A lot is going on.

And the end was very exciting.

But what the Hell am I reading Spencer??

And why did Marvel think this was the direction we needed to take???

Now. I’m not gonna complain until I get more of a feel for what’s going on here.

So far this is definitely different.

But, I feel like Marvel is definitely throwing all of the wrenches in the cogs at this point, because they’ve promised apparently that this will be the Last Event for a while. Thank God.

[I never thought I’d say that, because I love events. It’s what got me into collecting in the first place. But at this point, it’s clear that they’re a cash grab and not a story enhancer. And not for nothing, but none of these Universe-changing events hold any weight when we know they’re just gonna get changed again in 3 months.]

So yeah. In that regard, I am looking forward to wherever this event goes.

Because if Marvel inevitably hits the Reset Button again? It’d be nice to see them stick to a plan this time... And maybe.. Stop with the damn New #1′s.

...Until Secret Empire #1!

[This issue definitely felt like a #1...]

#Secret Empire #Issue 0 #Nick Spencer #Marvel Event #Summer 2017

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