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astroninaaa · 3 years

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Hot take a talk about technoblade:

Okay look I've been part of this fandom since August(thank god cuz i watched it all live and it woukd be a nightmare to caatch up) I bring this up cuz i want to discuss my problem with technos character. I have watched every single techno livestream that he made on dream smp and believe it or not i used to be a techno sympathiser that is until doomsday. (By techno apologist standards i am qualified to talk about his character hooray..)

Now techno like every character is flawed if he wasn't he would be boring fandom. One of his biggest flaws is being a hypocrite. That is not something you realise until you compare what he says all the time so you need to look a little deeper to realise it and i don't blame people for not seeing it.

This wouldn't be that much of a problem because that is a character flaw among with many others but the problem that his character has faced is that he doesn't develop much.

Now i hear techno apologist jump at me every single time noooo he isn't a stagnant character he has developed a lot. I am not saying that he hasn't developed at all the problem is that he has developed very little especially when you consider everything.

His goals his ideas his perception of the world what he believes him everything that makes his character him hasn't changed much and that is not a good thing from a writing perspective. Now why do i bring this up. Firstly I'm not saying this to say techno is a bad writer far from it he can be very good when he puts his mind to it. The problem with keeping a character in this state is that it's very harmful for said character first and to the story and other characters second. Look even at yourselves i can guarantee that you aren't the exact same person you were like five years ago for example because during that time you made mistakes learned from them and you grew. Just like in real life you also can't stay stagnant in fiction.

Okay so that's the main problem with technos character that he is stagnant as a character. Now this wouldn't be as big of a problem if he didn't have the role that he has.

You see techno both c! and cc! are very good at the game basically. Now why do i bring this up. The reason why i bring this up is bc of where this places techno whuch is at the very top of the chain don't try and seny it. This means that he is one of the most powerful people on the server if you are going to try and go against this point just look at lmanberg guys that's living proof of how powerful and how terrifying he actually is. I know a lot of you are gonna say but every can get stacked or play the game but you guys forget that even if you are stacked you just don't have the skill and cc! Techno of the best people when it comes to that which bleeds into his character. Saying that is like looking at the upper class than looking at the lower class saying just get rich like it doesn't work like that.

Because of his role techno is literally the 1% by rl standards which means he can a lit of things free of consequences bc no one can give him said consequences. The butcher army was ig an attempt at that but they failed miserably let's be real here.

Because he is in the 1% is incredibly skilled at pvp and can do anything bc no one can challenge him this places him on a pedestal and creates a power imbalance a very big one at that.

And that leads to his biggest problem he has practically everything as said by Techno himself and is never challenged, but that's not an interesting character. An audience gets tired for a character that always wins or loses. Because if it happens repeatedly it just takes all the suspense oh he will win immediately. He will go and slaughter them problem solved. That's it every time. Something that techno himself confirmed is then when he has a problem he just stabs it (both of these were said during the egg stream).

And if you are going to bring the things he went through to say he's changed don't cuz as long as he doesn't act on it it means nothing. Like examples Red festival killed tubbo an ally. Traumatic experience right? This is a good moment to develop his character and give us more insight. What happens? Techno tries to dismiss it and shows us his anxiety and gives us insight on his character Great! Character development? Starting to question himself just a bit or any sign of that event having an effect on him? Nope! Why? Cuz he doesn't act on it instead he tries to hide the fact that ever happened and changes to a different topic bc there is no justification there and he knows it. Nov 16th c!technos pov he just got betrayed caused some damage wished death upon his former allies and left. Quite a dramatic scene. He feels betrayed time for some good old character development. Him thinking about himself and his actions. Reflecting on them. Great moment! Problem: literally everything that shows this is done off camera and now suddenly he's retired... Okay you know what fine it's alright he would probably expand upon and did a timeskip to explain the ling time he didn't stream. I see where it's comming from. The butcher army ge gets hunted down bc actions have consequences techno and you can't just run away like that not after doing that. Great point from the butcher army. Go give him some consequences his character needs it. And then he gets executed alright a bit too far but i guess that's how it goes in this server. Techno gets his life back immediately.. well that was a bit pointless but alright a cool scene for the animatic fair. Then he kills quackity.. the butcher army lost.. this.. what? But this was the moment of consequences... and quackity didn't get it back like techno the butcer aemy lost more than techno what? Moving along he teams up with tommy aannnd the 50 withers are up and ready of course you didn't fully retire what was i expecting. And now team up with tommy perfect way to learn about dream and give more insight on lmanberg and how dream is a tyrant and everything techno is supposed to stand against. The green festival tommy chooses tubbo over techno techno feels betrayed understandable.... and then he teams up with dream lmanberg is destroyed and the underdogs are beaten to the ground loose everything they ever worked for and are taught to be scared of the anarchists?!?!?!?!

Okay now hold up a sec I'll have to stop you right there. What. did. you. just. do. Cuz there is a limit to the amount of stuff you can let a character get away with. The line was crossed months ago this is not good at all.

Also what are yoi guys talking about consequences. Lives? All 3 home? Right there pets? The ones that died were the ones he brought expecting to not live he brought them there on purpose so they don't count. He is one of the most wealthy peoole on the server (no one beats ranboo lol) what did he exactly loose? Friendships? Was that all the hardships you guys have?

Lmanberg lost their home their lives their wealth their pets their friend everything they loved and lived for everything they stood for they lost a part of themselves in the end.

Look at the last 2 paragraphs and how imbalanced that is. How are you guys blind to this How?! And why did doomsday happen? Because the butcher army failed. And if anything techno proved them that they should have punished him harder with this.

So what was the lesson of doomsday?

That you shoukd obey the people on top and never go against them or you will loose everything you love.

Great lesson guys this is exactly the lesson the rich class and every single tyrant tried to teach society and this lesson is being told by the anarchist great job....

Do you see the problem now. This is the reason techno needs a consequence bc if he keeps going like this he will become a Mary Sue. And that is a horrible direction for a character that has a lot of potential. That potential is why i liked his character that much in the beginning but now it's almost non existent. Anyway I'll end this now cuz this went on for too long. That's basically my opinion on it feel free to share your thoughts.

okay. okay. i read this like three times bc. because look

i agree in some very specific points, but i disagree in very broad manners.

(this entire......... essay is all /rp and /nm!!!!)

anyways. send me hot takes!!!

i like c!techno. i personally think he's one of the most fun characters to watch because i enjoy the mess, the crazyness, the chaos of it all. watching doomsday through c!tommy's eyes was painful. watching doomsday through c!techno's eyes was just so fucking hilarious and exciting and fun. he's just a fun character to watch. he's just Funny. i am a fan. however

for starters: ctechno is, 100%, out of the park, an stagnant character. he has little to no development throughout the story. we see no changes in how he acts. that's not necessarily a bad thing, but considering the type of character he is, watching him develop (be it to an actually full-fledged villain or towards a redemption arc) would be ideal to keep him a character people can actually support.

i wouldn't say he's a hypocrite. c!techno has a very strict moral code and he follows it with no hesitation, with no doubts. the point is that his moral code is flawed and skewed. that doesn't make him a hypocrite, that makes him someone with bad morals.

calling c!techno "the 1%" is a stretch. for one- c!ranboo has as much resources, if not more, as c!techno does. he has dozens of totems, thousands of emeralds, and probably has one of the higher counts of diamond and netherite on the server. why is that never brought up? because it doesnt matter. c!foolish has so much gold and diamonds and netherite and just everything, really, and it's also never brought up/a reason for people to be afraid of him. the dream smp isn't a capitalist universe, there's no "1%". specially bc there's, like, i don't know, 20 players? that makes c!techno 1/20 OR 3/20 if we count c!ranboo and c!foolish. but that's not the point at all: the point is that ctechno is feared bc he's skilled and has a relevant personality, not bc he has resources. c!wilbur has no shit and he's still terrifying, there's no character willing to oppose him. not because of resources, but because of who he is. when c!techno first fled from l'manburg into "retirement" he had no shit either, it took him a while to be rich again. no one attacked him either way.

why, you ask? bc he fought against c!quackity with a fucking pickaxe and won. that's why. c!techno doesn't need resources to be feared. the power imbalance doesn't come from his resources, it comes from others’s fear. and they have a reason for that fear, bc c!techno hasn't been defeated yet. that has nothing to do with "upper class" and "lower class". because, one, not a capitalist system and class disparity isn't as simple as that, and two, even without his "riches" he still wins, bc he's got the skill. if you take out the skill, him being rich means nothing and he wouldve been easily killed by the butcher army or c!tommy or whoever decided to kill him. a good example is, once again, c!ranboo: if he wasn't friends with everyone and someone decided to actually fight him like was done with c!techno, he would've died. easily. being rich in the smp is relative.

c!techno will be challenged when we have a character strong enough to challenge him in a way that matters. it's important to be smart about it. that's why i'd love to see, out of everyone, c!philza turn against him, but that's a how other discussion (WHICH I'M WILLING TO TALK ABOUT.......... everytime i make these and i add little point i dont elaborate on and then say i'm willing to talk about them and no one ever asks me to <//3 PAIN /nm /lh).

i do think he's a character that just Always Win in narrative ways and that's very frustrating. he does need to get pulled a few notches down. again, that will only happen when we have a character that can step up to him and challenge him in a way that matters (woooo c!philza you want to hold c!techno accountable for his bullshit so bad woooo........)

now, onto c!techno's trauma. he doesn't need to show it. he- he doesn't. that's........ not how trauma works, and that's one of the points that make his trauma so forgettable for the viewers. c!techno is, from inside out, a character that hardly shows his emotions, but that doesn't mean he doesn't display symptons of trauma. he does, they're just a lot more subtle than other characters's. that doesn't mean he doesn't have any or that he isn't affect by it. c!techno is, in a lot of ways, a lot like c!tubbo: both of them don't mention the shit they've gone through and don't react to it and bc of that some of the viewers don't see how important some traumatic events were in their characterisation. that's why you analyse those characters's trauma through behavior, not through easily seen displays of trauma.

i do think it's taken a little too far with c!techno. the way he reacted to c!tommy's death was...... disappointing, to say the least. c!techno is an underwhelming character in many ways. as said before, it's because he's stagnant. that definitely needs to be worked on.

about the syndicate? yeah, no. theyre not teaching others to fear them. others just Do That bc of their history on the server, but they have literally talked about how they want to better their reputation, bc they don't want to be seen as murderers or oppressors in any way. are they flawed? yes, very much. they have no indicators of what is or isn't a government and they show no regard around the importance of a difference between an oppressive and a democratic government.

they had no right to show up at c!tubbo's door and interrogate him, because they can't appoint themselves as government police. for starters, that's not how anarchy works (they should've had everyone's permission for that. they obviously don't), but also it's just... stupid. it makes it seem that they're trying to boss everyone around so that they live like the syndicate wants them to, which goes directly against the syndicate's own ideals. however, c!techno thinks he has that right. he thinks this is what he's supposed to do. he's just following his moral code - his moral code is just deeply, deeply flawed. what he says and what he does contradict each other but not for him, not to his interpretation. to his interpretation, he's following his strict moral code.

what happened at doomsday was horrible and c!techno has to be held accountable for it, yes, but, again, no character knows how to work around c!techno enough to hold him accountable for it. that's not c!techno's fault.

l'manburg just deserved better, honestly, but to be fair c!techno has been taken advantage of time and time again (sometimes purposefully, sometimes not) and he's fucked up in the head, god bless LMAOOOOOOO

i agree that things need to change otherwise he's just gonna keep being a stagnant character who can get away with everything. i do think he has more to him than meets the eye, tho. meh idk that's still just analysis!!! we have no way of knowing the intent behind c!techno's characterisation, at least not for now. i hope for the best tho cc!techno don't let me down <3

#c!techno critical #adding just in case #technoblade #c!technoblade critical #hot take ask!!!#i don't excuse his actions i just think things are not that easily said and done.#also didnt say it but i would NOT call him a mary sue. the only server mary sue is ranboo i am so sorry- LMAOOOO #that's not the concept of mary sue at all. it just- no it's just not i'm sorry #but i see where you're coming from anon and i respect your opinion!!! i just added my own since i said from the start #that i'd be saying what i thought of y'all's hot takes. if anyone just wants me to post your hot take and not say anything about it thats #fine! just lmk otherwise i Will comment on it i am a Law Major. i cannot Help Myself from Discussions #LMAOOOOOO

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echo-three-one · 3 years

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Chapter 41

THE ROAD SO FAR

One step closer to the end.

FIVE Seconds

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Task Force 141 Base - Infirmary

We overcame Ultranationalists, chopper crashes, danger close with gunships but a goddamn dog is what'll get me into an infirmary? Rabies, ridiculous. What a waste of time.

John wrote down his anger in his black journal. It housed all his thoughts ever since being recruited at the Task Force regarding mission briefings, regrets and training schedules. It was his outlet on all the things going on around the world.

He noticed that Captain Price also slept by the other bed, his eyes looked tired from staying up late, he never gave up on Volt that he tired himself out.

He winced at the pain of the bruise the rotten dog gave him. He was never really a fan of them as most dogs tend to chase him wherever he went. Yesterday was another proof. Luckily, France seemed to catch up on his body language, how he didn't want anyone to know that a dog was the reason he's in the infirmary. The way she knew it without telling her was starting to convince the Scotsman that he got himself a keeper. Someone who understands.

Speaking of which, the same gorgeous blonde girl entered the infirmary, greeting Soap with a very genuine smile of relief.

"Hi." She smiled quietly as Price was still asleep.

"Aye. Hello there." He greeted, his voice was low and rough as he attempted to catch the lady off guard. She may look tough wearing her 141 training uniform, but Soap knows how to make her lose her composure.

"How's the wound?" She asked, her face was already turning red as she approached him. She looked so cute right now, Soap won't mind kissing her amidst the Captain being there along with some CCTVs.

"Getting better. Hopefully enough to join the fight. How about you?" he replied, smiling at the female soldier. The general mood of the room quickly shifted and the two of them were pretty aware about it.

"I'm fine. I'm just here to thank you for saving me back then. But you didn't have to… I deserved that bite for not being careful." She muttered.

Soap sighed.

"Eh, you know full well that I care for you, France. For once let me be the hero." He chuckled and France laughed.

"You already know that you are my hero, dummy." She winked as she started to leave.

"I gotta go. It's my turn to clean up the comms. Wish you'd help me though, Hero." she teased as she left the room, Soap was left staring at her beautiful figure exit the room.

"You sure got yourself a tough lass there, lad." Price grumbled as he woke up, commenting on the two.

"Aye. She's definitely a keeper. I just hope I don't mess up. Because I think she's the one." Soap finally admitted, to Price of all people. The captain just chuckled.

"Yeah. My word of advice. Go with what your heart and mind says." He said with full sincerity, as if he didn't want Soap to regret everything. There was flavor in his words that made Soap wonder if such advice came from experience. Though he did hear rumors that he and Laswell had some sort of history, and he got that from France.

"Aye, Captain… Will do." Soap nodded and Price got up.

"I'm giving Volt a final visit." He grumbled and went off, leaving Soap alone in his thoughts once again.

The next day, Soap was cleared from the infirmary and was immediately tasked on the mission. Last night, Nero started his assault on the capital and thousands of rangers were struggling to keep them off the country. With Volt finally given up, he relayed information regarding one of Nero's allies.

They were going to Havana, the home base of the mind manipulation and the command center of Nero's forces. How it managed to stay hidden, nobody knows but the team was eager to find out soon. Especially that another nuke is ready for launch.

Abandoned Building, Cuba, Havana

Soap could hear France hum the song Havana quietly as she crossed her arms just before the plane started. She was nervous and Soap knew that so he tried to hold her hand in secrecy, showing him a face that assured her that everything will be alright.

In this mission, time was of the essence so stealth wasn't an option. They were headed to the base guns blazing, all in hopes to disable the second nuke launch.

The helo flew dangerously low as metal clanged on it's base as soon as enemies fired at it. It was a risky move but the squad needed to drop by the rooftops to get a clear vantage point.

Soap immediately seeked for cover by the edge of the rooftop, eyeing the door that led to the lower floors where the command center should be.

"We'll hold them off! You go!" Alex yelled as Soap, Price, Roach and France breached the door, descending to the second floor of the building.

The place was abandoned and very open, enemies' footsteps echoed across the halls, making the team aware of their positions.

"Soap, focus on getting to the control room. We'll take care of them. France, cover his six. Roach and I will make a grand distraction." Price said, popping a grenade on the main hall and Roach assisted him, drawing all the attention towards them.

"Alex, when you're done sweeping up the yard, I need your team down here asap." Price muttered over comms.

"Roger that." he replied.

"Looks like it's you and me against the clock now." Soap managed to chuckle at their situation. France just chuckled and cleared the location so Soap could advance. This was her forte. Stealth and close quarters.

"You're good to go, John." She said as she took the stairs down. Soap cautiously followed as he heard gunshots from France's location.

"Two tangos down." She declared, clearing the staircase to the basement.

"Multiple tangos in the basement. Looks like we're in the right place." France nodded and Soap followed, pulling the pin of a grenade and tossing it to the narrow hallway.

"GRANADA!!" One yelled and an explosion followed, signaling the couple to press on the narrow hallway while they're dazed.

They shot down the enemies until more emerged from behind, trapping the two of them.

"Shite! At this rate we'll never push forward. We're pinned!" Soap called for help.

"Someone's escaping! Reinforcements are arriving!" Alex warned as the team was now overwhelmed with hostiles. Time was running out.

"John! Watch my six and I'll clear a path for you." France said and left without letting him reply. This worried Soap but he had to trust her and so he covered her six. Shooting at enemies dumb enough to dive on to the narrow hallway. He did his best to retaliate by firing back and tossing any grenades back to its source.

It felt like the longest two minutes of his life. France fought her way to the command center and him, defending the entrance while his ammo slowly ran out. Then after what seemed like forever, he heard her go signal.

Soap ran as fast as he could, and just before he lost sight of the entrance, he saw Price immediately follow him. They did it. They cleared the entrance.

He fished out his journal for the cryllic translator, decoding every letter just so he could stop the launch. They only had five seconds left.

Soap furiously typed the code Volt gave them and pressed enter as soon as it's done. The launch didn't stop. Soap figured that they were too late, but Price's face never looked worried.

"Captain. The launch didn't stop! What are we going to do?" France said, worried.

"It's all according to plan." He muttered as he signaled his head to head back to the rooftop.

"Let's burn this place down." He added and they all ran back to the rooftops for exfil.

"Dropping the skyhook now! Latch yourselves in!" Eagle Two Four yelled as the thick rope dropped from the sky, Soap quickly latched himself in and looked behind him. France was a few meters away from the final hook as a stray bullet grazed her thigh.

"France! Hang on!" Soap quickly detached himself almost automatically, without thinking. The rest of the team were already being hoisted up when they noticed the two members still on the rooftops.

Soap's body felt the rush as he quickly carried her up and held her tight, running toward the last hook and quickly attaching himself in, all while holding her tight in his arms.

"Why didn't you call out to me? You know I'm going to save you whatever it takes." he whispered as he felt France already in tears. If it wasn't for him always checking out on her, she would've been left alone in that abandoned building.

"Is she going to be fine?" The worried Scotsman asked the nurse. His voice was almost loud enough to disturb everyone else.

"She got hit twice. One on the chest and one on the thigh. They're both minor but she just passed out from the panic and exhaustion. We found this on her chest. The thing practically saved her life." The nurse handed over his journal. Soap's eyes widened at the hole that pierced through the whole book. He must've left it when he typed the abort codes and she must've grabbed it from there.

"The bullet barely pierced through her armor thanks to that book." She said as Soap looked up and silently thanked that she was safe. He quickly flipped through the pages until he found the page where he drew her. The bullet hole on the page was where her heart was. It was funny because it was the other way around. That woman was the one that fired a bullet straight to his heart. And he wasn't a big fan of metaphors at this rate.

"So is she okay?" Roach quickly ran to Soap's side, a worried look on his face. Alex and Price were behind him.

"The journal saved her." He said, raising the pierced black book as proof.

"She's lucky enough you got her on time. I couldn't think of any other way she could be saved from there." Price commented as she looked at her through the glass.

"She's a tough lad. But sometimes she needs to understand that she isn't alone." Price added and Alex nodded.

"She'll wake up soon." Alex tapped Soap's shoulder and he nodded, as they left the infirmary for another briefing.

On the way to the briefing room, they caught up with Ghost and Alexandra bringing an unknown man to the interrogation area, which prompted the team to follow.

Inside the interrogation room's observation area, the team sat while Price and Jack talked to the man.

"Nice to see ya, Jack. Thought Nero got rid of you." He smugly said with a wide annoying grin on his mouth.

"Who is this prick, anyway?!" Roach hissed.

"That's Gabriel Lannister. CIA's Research and Development Head." Alex said nonchalantly, Soap could see the disbelief in his eyes. There was more than just one mole in his previous department.

"He was the one in charge with the mass manipulation of the missing persons cases." Ryder added.

"While you lot launched the nuke, he went off running with four convoys of protection. Luckily we were able to intercept them by the bridge." Ghost informed.

"What about the nuke?" Soap asked, completely forgetting about it. It was his responsibility, as he typed the whole command on it.

"Blasted at Nero's fleet not too far from the White House. If you were five seconds later, the war would've ended differently." Ryder supplied the information.

"And the capital?" Roach asked.

"Mostly damaged, but it will recover. Turns out Nero did really burn the place down." Ghost answered.

"What about Nero?" Alex asked, eyes not leaving the whole interrogation.

"No one knows where he is. We were hoping this guy would give information about him." Ryder pointed to Gabriel, who was having a fun time at the interrogation.

The tension inside the room was different. Each person had their own little realizations and this pushed them to end the war as soon as possible.

Soap immediately exited the area and went back to the infirmary.

"Hey." He was greeted by France, who was already up.

"How are you holding up?" He asked, his tone more concerned than ever.

"Well, It doesn't hurt right now but… I'm… I almost died out there, John… What if I died?" Her voice croaked and tears started falling from her eyes. John quickly approached her and hugged her gently close to his chest.

"Don't say that… What's important is you're alive… I got you and you're safe…" He whispered.

"Thank you." She croaked. John just rubbed her back assuring her everything will be alright.

"No. Thank you. You changed me, France. You made me realize a lot of things. I know that this isn't the most perfect place right now, but… Will you be my girlfriend? Because I can't help thinking about how every single day of my life since I met you, I can't stop thinking about you. Your smile, your face, the things you say, the way you hide what you really feel. I want all of those and after that last mission, I realized that I shouldn't have left you waiting. There was no better time than as soon as possible." He said, offering his notebook as replacement for flowers.

France nodded with tears in her eyes, accepting the journal with confusion.

"Turn it on the last page." Soap said as she did it, showing a sketch of her and him together happily smiling. She wore the clothes she wore when they were out together in that coffee shop.

"This is beautiful." She said, tracing a finger on the paper.

"I love you, John MacTavish." She said as she leaned in for a kiss, not letting him reply.

Next Chapter : FOUR Weeks of Silence

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xxisxxisxxis · 4 years

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Gateway Drug | Part Seventy-Three

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“I am going to kill you!” I shout, chasing Stevie and Slash over the hotel beds with Duff eventually tackling me when they lock themselves into the bathroom.

“You’re the one who ate the brownies, Viv! It’s common sense not to do that!” Steven tells me from the other side of the door.

“Your ass is grass and I’m going to mow it!” I yell back.

“No one’s mowing ass!” Duff tells me. “We’re just gonna wait for it to pass." He says in reference to my inevitable high.

“I’m gonna puke.” I insist, pushing him off of me.

“D-Do you feel sick?” He asks me, worried, and I open the door of the bathroom, Steven and Slash peeking their heads out of the shower from behind the curtain.

“No, I’m gonna make myself throw up so I don’t trip balls.” I explain.

“Ew.” Slash mumbles.

“Viv, no, it won’t be that bad.” Steven assures me as I kneel over the toilet, and Duff pulls me up.

“It’s not like it’s gonna kill you, Viv, alright, just stay in the room and let it run its course. Don’t do that to yourself.” He tells me, motioning to the toilet and I raise my brows.

“Just go lay down and relax.” Slash adds.

“Fine.” I state, stepping out of the bathroom.

"So, you've got this handled." Stevie starts to Duff.

"Yeah?"

"We're going back down to the bar." Steven declares, pulling Slash to the door with him.

"Dude, what? They were your brownies." Duff tells him.

"That she ate without asking." Steven points out.

"I was hungry!"

"Then you go to McDonalds! You don't eat brownies you find in our room!" Steven replies.

"Alright, okay, you two go. I got this." Duff sighs.

"Thank you. Bye." He replies and they leave us, Duff shutting the door behind them as I lay down, getting under the covers and turning the TV on, Looney Tunes playing as Duff steps to the bed.

"You can go back downstairs, I'm sure I'll be fine. I don't even feel anything." I mumble and he looks at me, pointedly.

"No, I'm staying." He states, taking his jacket and boots off, getting in to bed with me, sitting up against the headboard as I lay my head in his lap.

A few minutes later, I'm getting out from under the covers because it's rubbing against my skin too hard.

"You okay?" Duff asks me when I go to pull my shirt over my head.

"My freaking skin hurts." I reply and he raises his brows.

"It's the brownies."

"It's not the brownies." I reply, suddenly freezing when I make eye contact with Daffy Duck, catching him staring at me through the TV, and feel feathers against my fingers.

"What're you doing?" Duff asks me and I realize I'm rubbing my finger tips together on both hands, and when I look at him, another realization comes to mind.

"If you combine 'Daffy' and 'Duck' you get 'Duffy'." I tell him and he raises a brow.

"Y-Yeah?"

"Or 'Dack'. I feel like this is a perfect time for you to tell me my favorite joke." I tell him and he raises his brows. "'Paint my house'." I mock his voice, giggles consuming me once I'm done and he laughs with me.

"Viv--"

"--I'm kinda hungry."

"You ate five brownies, babe." He reminds me.

"Pot brownies don't count as food." I state, reaching for the phone. "I'm getting room service."

"No, no," he stops me, chuckling, grabbing the phone from me. "You do not want to get food while you're high and hungry. You'll order stuff you've never even heard of and we'll be murdered for running up the bill."

"We can just get Doc to pay for it." I shrug, going for the phone in his hand.

"Which is why it's not a good idea." He explains.

"If he gets his panties in a wad over room service he can just eat a brownie and he'll feel fine." I snatch the phone from him and dart for the bathroom.

"Vivian, baby!" He calls, opening the bathroom door before I can close it but it's too late, I'm dialing the number for room service, swatting Duff's hand away, though the movement seems as if it's delayed--at least my vision is delayed, or my mind, I don't know.

"Hello?" The man on the other line picks up and I furrow my brows, the fear that he knows I'm high infiltrating my mind. "Hello?" He repeats and I hang up and drop the phone.

"What if he tells my parents?" I ask myself, trying to stay calm as anxiety rises.

"W-What?" Duff asks me, confused.

"Dad will kill me. Mom--oh, God, mom will never let me live it down." I push past him to pace in the room and he furrows his brows.

"Viv--"

"--How do I even begin to explain to my parents I'm on drugs. Does pot even count as a drug? It's natural--so is fucking arsenic but do you see anybody putting that shit in brownies?" I ask myself. "I'm going to hell." I conclude, tears coming to my eyes. "I'm going to hell." I repeat, my voice cracking.

"Viv, you ate them on accident, you're not going to hell for accidentally getting high."

"I want Nikki." I say next, my heart beat beginning to hammer.

"If he finds out you're like this, we could get in trouble, Viv." Duff tells me.

"I want Nikki." I repeat, my breathing getting more frantic.

I stare at Fred, Doc, and Rich Fischer...and Bob Timmons, rolling my jaw as they look at me pointedly, waiting for me to say something in response. Anything.

“Are you gonna say anything?” Doc finally asks me and I lick my lips.

“What the hell am I supposed to say, Doc?” I ask him, furrowing my brows a little. “I-I’ve tried to talk to him about it a million times the past three years and he refuses to acknowledge he has an issue.” I state.

“Because he feels like he’s got nothing to lose.” Doc informs me. “I know you two aren’t on good terms, anyway, but, Vivian, we can’t have one of our guys nearly falling out on stage on smack. That’s not good press.”

“Since when the hell do we care about good or bad press?” I laugh humorlessly.

“Since I don’t want Nikki to fucking die on this tour.” Doc snaps.

“Can’t make money off tickets if the bassist dies and there’s no band to tour, anymore, right?” I ask him, poking my lip out sarcastically for a moment and he glares at me.

“I’m not in it for money.” Fred cuts in, seriously, a genuine look of worry on his face. “He’s like a brother to me. I’m not fucking in it for the money. I just don’t wanna see him dead.”

“We’re already getting a divorce so what the hell is it gonna do to threaten divorce if he doesn’t stop shooting up?” I ask them, raising my brows.

“I promise, it’ll get his attention.” Fred assures me.

“Do you know something that I don’t?” I cut my eyes at him. “Because all I’ve heard is how ready he is to get away from me and be free.”

“Just talk to him.” Fred ignores my question, which confirms that whatever shit Nikki feeds me about wanting to leave me as soon as possible is all bark with no bite behind it.

“What’s in it for me?” I ask them.

“The gratification of knowing you’re doing what Jesus would do.” Doc sarcastically replies.

“Jesus would exorcise him.” I bite back.

“I promise we haven’t ruled that option out yet.” He sighs out.

That was the first of many “what’re we going to do about Nikki?” meetings on that tour. Nikki had gone on high as hell--thinking no one noticed--and nearly passed out after flipping down the stage and taking way too long to get back up, and when he did get up, he nearly fell off the stage and could barely keep his eyes open. They had to remedy his stupor with a few bumps of coke during Tommy’s drum solo.

He got up in arms if anyone tried to confront him about it, brushing it off like he was just really tired that night, so they called me up to bat.

I guess they forgot I couldn’t talk to him about anything without it turning into a fight--especially not about his heroin addiction.

"So, even though we're separated and he's your client, you're leaving it up to me to convince him to get sober?" I clarify.

"He's not doing himself any favors, Vivian, you know that. This isn't just affecting your marriage." Doc tells me.

"Um, yeah, I've been trying to tell you that for years now but the second it turns into him risking the loss of money going in to your pockets you're all about getting him some fucking help." I snap, standing up. "Thank you for confirming you're the piece of shit I was afraid you were."

"Vivian, wai--"

"--Go fuck yourself, Doc. You're lucky I don't fucking fire you."

I leave the meeting with Fred at my heels.

"Viv, wait." He grasps at my wrist and turns me to face him, making me flare my nostrils with frustration.

"I'm not talking to him, Fred."

"Vivian, he's more likely to listen to you than any of us."

"Are you kidding me?! He'll laugh in my face!" I give up and raise my voice, hoping it'll get my point across since they seem to not understand english when it's spoken calmly and quietly.

"Viv, just try it. Just once. Please." He begs.

"Fine."

I already felt like it was my job to fix him, and having that responsibility of being the only one capable of getting Nikki to slow down only added to that burden that I knew right away I'd be unable to bear but tried to do so anyway.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I was locked out of mine and my husband's room. I accidentally left the key in there before I left and he doesn't have his with him, either." I tell the receptionist at the front desk of the hotel.

"Do you have any ID?" She asks me and I pull out my license, smiling.

"Here you go." I show her. "Vivian and Nikki Sixx, but the room name is probably under Doc McGhee." I add and she flips through bookings for a moment before she nods.

"Got it." She tells me, opening a drawer and pulling a spare out.

"Thank you." I tell her politely, taking the key and heading to the elevator.

"Enjoy your night." She replies.

"Thanks, you too." I grin to myself mischievously, ready to piss on Nikki's parade.

I get up to his room and unlock the door, smelling sweaty clothes, vomit, possibly urine, definite shit, semen, smoke, heroin, and coke.

"Ew." I mumble, seeing that he is nowhere to be found.

I immediately start shuffling through his things, every pant pocket, every compartment in his suitcase, under the bed, in the drawers, under the mattress, in the pillow cases, in the bathroom, the closet, under the dresser, under the TV stand, the night stand, behind the bed, behind wall paintings, everywhere, and find absolutely nothing.

"You've got to be kidding me." I say to myself, looking at the disheveled room. "If I were Nikki Sixx where would I hide my stash?" I say next…an idea popping into my mind. "The last thing I'd think anyone would suspect I would even touch." I answer myself, going back to the nightstand drawer, opening it back up to see a bible.

I open it and find the jackpot.

I don't know where he found the time to hollow it out and put a baggie of china white and a small bindle of coke inside but I don't have time to think about it.

"Really should have taken the expensive stuff with you, baby." I state, taking the china white out and pouring the powder into the toilet before throwing the baggie away, doing the same with the coke.

I go to fix everything the way I found it but I'm stopped by the sound of the door knob being unlocked.

I dodge into the closet, shutting the door as best as I can, hearing the room door swing open, and the sound of Nikki stumbling in, laughing while another woman giggles, making my heart hammer in my chest.

"What's wrong?" I hear her giggling come to an abrupt stop.

"I don't feel good, take a rain check." He brushes her off, and I hear him walk around the room, probably noticing it looks like a tornado hit it, worse than how he left it.

"I thought we were gonna have some fun, though." I hear the pout in her voice.

"I'm sure Vinnie would take you up on that. He's across the hall." He sounds even more disinterested by the second, aggravation in his tone, but I don't believe it's because her.

"Fucking rockstars." She complains, stomping out and slamming the door.

"I can smell your perfume from here, Viv." He says, and I hear him kick some stuff out of his way before the sound of him sitting on the bed.

I roll my eyes and step out of the closet, smiling at him innocently.

"What the fuck are you doing in here? How'd you even fucking get it?"

"I got a key." I inform him.

"What are you doing here?" He asks again and I go to speak but can't, not knowing what lie to come up with.

I hesitate for too long, giving him too much time to think about it.

"Oh, you didn't." He sneers, before quickly walking to the nightstand, opening the drawer and grabbing the bible before he opens it to see it's empty. "God damnit, Vivian!"

By this time I'm already almost at the door, within arms reach, but he's rushing to me and grabbing my hair, pulling me back, causing me to cry out before he's shoving me to the bed.

"Where did you put it?!" He demands and I take deep breaths, staring at him.

"I flushed it." I admit honestly and his face turns red, his fist balling up at his sides.

"You did what?" He shakily asks again and I sit up.

"I. Flushed. It." I repeat.

"Do you realize how much money that shit costs?!" He outbursts and I move to get off the bed, but he grabs my arm roughly so I can't get away.

"Let go of me." I warn him, trying to get out of his grasp.

"Answer me!" He barks at me.

I don't say another thing, my foot jutting out to kick him off of me, hard.

"Trust me, I know how much money that shit costs because you've been prioritizing it over our other finances for the past five years!" I argue back.

"You fucking bitch!" He screams as I go for the door again.

"You strung out junkie!" I yell back.

The lamp shatters against the door when he throws it, the only light in the room is now coming from the bathroom and I turn to face him, anger growing in me at the fact he threw a lamp at me over something so stupid.

I'm taking my heel off and throwing it at him next before turning back around to leave, but when the blade of his switchblade lands a foot away from me, in the carpet, I get fed up.

I lunge at him, the two of us hitting the hotel floor with a heavy thud, my nails clawing at his bare chest before he shoves me off of him and grabs my wrists, the two of us in a stare off, catching our breath.

"I'm only here because I'm worried about you, asshole!" I outburst at him."Your health is going to shit and--"

"--Oh, for fucks sake, Viv, when I die everything's going to you so don't act like you're not foaming at the mouth for me to finally croak." He snaps at me, pulling himself onto the bed, laying on his back.

"If I were eagerly awaiting your death I wouldn't be flushing anything to keep you away from it."

"As if I won't call up a dealer the second you get the fuck out. Speaking of which: get the fuck out." He motions to the door and I stand over him.

"I'm not done talking."

"I am."

"Good, then you won't argue when I say that you need to slow down because Doc's getting uneasy due to that stunt you pulled last night."

"I was tired."

"You were high."

"They don't know that."

"They sure do know that, they just haven't confronted you themselves because they don't need you going at them like a rabid dog."

"Bullshit."

"There was a meeting. They even brought in Bob Timmons, Nikki." I reply and he closes his eyes and lets out a sharp breath before he sits up. "They were hoping maybe us talking about it might encourage you to put your health as a priority." I add, leaving out "get sober or get divorced," deciding that's the last thing he needs to hear, and he nods. "I know it probably won't do much, but, Nikki, we're really worried--I'm really worried."

"We've had this conversation how many fucking times, Vivian?" He scoffs out, looking up at me.

"I'm not an idiot, Nikki, you're not okay. You don't look good, you don't smell good, you didn't sound good--"

"--Are you done?" His voice gravels out, unamused, and in denial.

"Nikki."

"I don't look good because I'm tired, I don't smell good because I haven't showered yet, and you don't know shit about music so who the fuck are you to tell me if I sounded good or not?"

"You realize I'm not that naive little pipsqueak that just wanted to keep the peace and went along with whatever you said years ago, right?"

"At least you knew how to keep your fucking mouth shut unless I wanted it open for reasons that had nothing to do with talking." He grumbles.

I glare at him a moment longer and exhale.

"Tell your dealer I said 'hello'." I yield, grabbing my other shoe, leaving in defeat, holding back the tears leaking to my eyes.

"The fuck's going on?" Izzy asks us as Steven, Slash and Duff look like deer caught in headlights, interrupted as they try to coax me back into the room.

"I'm too high." I state, panicking, and Izzy furrows his brows.

"You're what?" He asks me, looking at the guys. "She's what?"

"Too high." I repeat.

"Who is?" Axl asks, approaching us with a beer in hand, obviously not prepared for what he's about to find out.

"I am." I say at the same time, Steven says, "nobody."

Everybody's at a stand still for a moment, all of us staring at each other before Axl starts in.

"She's what?!" He demands while Slash and Steven scramble to explain.

"Well, she, like...ate something and now--"

"--Don't tell me she ate those fucking brownies you two have been smuggling." He tells them and Slash slowly puts his sunglasses on to avoid direct eye contact as Stevie stutters out:

"Uh-Um, w-well...she had like five and it was a complete accident."

"Five?!" He shouts next and I slowly back away as they become further occupied, darting down the hall and turning the corner, hearing Duff say, "wait, Viv!", making my feet go faster.

The next morning is spent on the phone with Sharise while she goes over last minute wedding details for the date set for the one day the band has off next week.

"She told me she wants bright pink bridesmaids dresses." I tell Vince, raising a brow.

"Yeah, I helped her pick them out." He smugly replies, knowing I was dreading the idea of looking like a cupcake.

"I hate you."

"I love you." He sarcastically states, leaning back in his chair at the breakfast table in the hotel's cafeteria.

"Where the hell is everybody else, we're outta here in 20 minutes." Fred tells us and I raise my brows.

"Being that Tansy and Sparkie and Nikki were all up doing God knows what last night, I'm assuming they aren't even aware what year it is, currently." I reply to him, drinking a sip of orange juice.

"And what about Guns?" He asks next.

"Heck if I know." I tell him and he groans, rubbing his forehead. "Okay, fine, I'll go get everybody rounded up. K?" I offer, standing.

"Thank you." He says to me as I walk to the elevator.

Once I get to our floor, I start at Tommy's room, banging on the door until I hear, "What?!" from the other side.

"Get up, we leave in 20 minutes!" I say back, going to Tansy and Sparkie's room, knocking at the door.

It opens within seconds, Sparkie, completely naked, standing at the door with his brows raised.

I gag at the sight of him wearing nothing.

"We're leaving in 20 minutes." I tell him neutrally.

"I'll wake Tans up." He replies, smirking at me and I go to turn away but he's grabbing my arm. "You thought about what I said?" He asks me and I roll my jaw.

"Mmm, still thinking on it." I don't even hide my sarcasm and he licks his lips.

"Think a little harder, baby, because I almost let it out when we were hanging out last night." He informs me and my blood runs cold. "The longer you wait the easier it's gonna start wanting to just slip out without a second thought." He adds, shutting the door in my face and I let out a defeated breath, squeezing my eyes closed for a second and rubbing my forehead.

When I turn to walk down to Steven's room, he and Slash are coming out, leaning on each other, both of them wearing sunglasses to shield their hangovers, dragging their luggage along behind them.

"Is Axl, Izzy and Duff up?" I ask them as I pass by.

"I don't even think Axl slept. Izzy's trying to shoo away some girl and Duff's trying to finish packing." Steven replies flatly, obviously tired, and I go to Duff's room, knocking a few times before he opens the door.

He opens it and his eyes light up.

"There you are." He says, stepping back to his suitcase that's on the bed as he starts tossing his belongings in.

"Yeah, I got up earlier for breakfast." I reply, grabbing his toothbrush and toothpaste out of the bathroom.

"I figured." He states, running a hand through his hair before rubbing his eye. "Um, Izzy and Axl just left, I think, and I'll be down in a second, so." He informs me and I nod.

"Okay, I'm gonna go grab my stuff from my room."

"K." He replies as I leave, going across the hall to unlock my door and gather my stuff.

The door, that I left crack, is soon opening again and I think it's Fred or Doc or one of the guys, but when I look up from my suitcase to see Sparkie, I feel sick.

"You do realize sexual coercion is rape, right?" I blatantly ask, wanting him to know good and well what he's doing.

"Not if it's consensual." He shrugs and I roll my jaw and zip up my bag.

"It's not consensual if you're having to blackmail me into doing it." I bite back, shoving past me to get out of the room, and I run smack dab into Fred, and pray he didn't hear our exchange.

He opens his mouth to speak, quickly halting when Sparkie comes out behind me, smirking.

"Morning." He says to Fred. "Vivian." He more so sneers, heading to the elevator.

"The fuck is that about?" Fred asks, referring to Sparkie being in the room with me.

"Um, he was helping me pack." I lie, knowing if I tell him the truth he'll be arrested for murder.

"Right." He looks at me with unsure eyes before brushing it off. "We're loading up."

Fred was a damn good actor.

The only thing keeping him from beating the shit out of Sparkie, was knowing when he told Nikki later on that night, Nikki would do a worse number on the bastard than he would.

"Wow, I can actually run a brush through it." I comment to Duff, combing out his hair before he picks up a can of hair spray to tease it a little.

"Extra conditioner. Who'da thought." He adds, grinning at me like a little kid.

"Viv, can you do this?" Stevie asks next, a slight whine to his voice.

"What is it?" I ask, stepping to him in the dressing room.

When I see what he means, I look at him, unamused.

"Steven Adler. You know how to lace your pants up."

"No, these are hard to do because the string is almost too big for the little holes they go through." He pleads his case, raising his brows. "You have tinier fingers, plus you're not fighting off an everlasting hangover and coke jitters."

I look down at his pants, seeing very well he's not wearing underwear, and take a deep breath.

"I'll keep my hands to myself, alright? I promise." He assures me, tucking his hands behind his back.

"It's not your hands I'm worried about." I mumble, rolling my eyes.

I end up having to crouch to get eye level with the laces, and when the door opens up to reveal Axl, and I'm on my knees with my hands on the strings keeping Steven's penis separated from my face, it looks assbackwards--well, blowjobbackwards.

"Can you stop blowing my band?!" Axl's meltdown tone on full effect and I look at him, wide eyed.

"I'm not blowing anybody!" I snap.

"Except Duff." Slash mumbles with a little chuckle and Izzy finds humor in it as well.

"Axl, dude, she's just helping me with my pants." Stevie defends me, raising his brows. "Besides if she was blowing me that'd be our fucking business."

"What did you just say to me?" Axl hones in on Steven, his eyes sharply narrowing, his jaw tightening.

"I said, if she was sucking my fucking cock it would be mine and her's business--ya know, since we're both fucking grown-ass adults and you can't tell us what the fuck to do?"

"You're in my fucking band, Steven, so yeah, actually, I believe I can tell you--"

"--Guys, don't fight." I say, standing up and crossing my arms.

"--You can't tell me shit!" Steven outbursts. "Just like you can't tell Duff shit! He's a big boy and Viv's a big girl--what goes on between them doesn't concern any of us, especially not you." Steven pushes me out ot the way so he can stand nearly chest with chest with Axl.

"Axl, Stevie, c'mon, now." Duff says, gently pulling me behind him as he steps to the guys, slowly urging them apart.

"It does concern me because it's affecting Guns N' Roses." Axl hisses.

"You act like she's fucking everything up, Axl! Just because he was late for one fucking rehearsal--"

"--A studio session, soundcheck, and, one fucking rehearsal." The red head snaps and I look at Duff, confused.

I didn't know he missed a studio session and soundcheck for me at one point...the look on Duff's face says that Axl was supposed to keep quiet about the studio session mishap and soundcheck.

He looks pissed.

"And I said it wouldn't happen again." Duff cuts in.

"Why can't you just back off?" I ask next without another thought.

"Because you spreading your legs is fucking up my band, Yoko!" Axl doesn't hesitate, and Steven's shoving at his shoulders, sending him shuffling back, catching himself on the closed door.

Just as Axl goes to get back at Steven, Duff intervenes, holding at Axl while I get in front of Steven and face him, keeping him from taking advantage of Axl being held still.

There's a loud knock at the door and Doc peeks his head in.

"You're on." He tells the guys, shutting the door back.

Axl shoves Duff off of him and storms out while Steven ties his pants since I fixed the laces, and huffs out a breath.

"Izzy, either straighten your fucking buddy out or I will. I've about had his shit." Stevie threatens.

Axl and Steven butted heads more than anybody in the band did at that time. Steven couldn't stand Axl's uptight arrogance, and Axl couldn't understand Steven's nonchalance.

I think that's why it was so easy for Axl to give up on Steven when his drug abuse got so bad--he was tired of trying to understand Steven when he was decently sober, trying to understand him putting drugs before the band would have exhausted him to the point of no return.

They just couldn't ever get in tune with one another.

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I need my girl ~ Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

{This story may contain spoilers about Endgame! AND SCROLL, AND SCROLL BECAUSE I CAN'T USE THE 'KEEP READING' THING SINCE I'M WITH THE PHONE}

Warnings: Death of a main character, Angst, Blood...

A/N: English is not my maternal language, there can be gramatical errors. Sorry about that.

Last chance to keep scrolling, guys!

Morgan was asleep in Y/N's arms, as the female watched in silence and in the company of Tony, the incredible views from his porch. A fan of colors purple, pink, orange, yellow and blue flooded the sky, there was an incredible and imposing sunset in front of them, hidden behind the trees, just on the other side of the lake shore. The noise of the water, the crickets and the cicadas accompanied the majestic sunset, which transmitted a serenity that made them forget at times the truth that both adults would have to face the next day.

"I don't think you should have done it," the young woman broke the silence as she watched the girl, she hugging between her arms, trying to find a more comfortable posture. "I don't see it necessary."

"What are you talking about?" asked Stark as he looked at the woman with a confused expression.

"I'm talking about the video you recorded an hour and a half ago. I've seen you do it," Y/N spoke as she stroked little Morgan's hair and looked at Tony with a sad expression.

He lowered his head as he looked down at the floor and sighed. "I just want to leave something behind, something ready, in case something happens to me."

"No," said Y/N with a frown. "I refuse to let you come up with the conclusion that you need to leave something recorded in case something happens to you, Tony. It's not necessary, because nothing is going to happen to you tomorrow," she said as she raised her voice slightly, causing to the little girl to let go a little whimper. "Sorry, darling," she apologized to the kid.

"You don't know that," whispered Tony as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the gentle breeze caressing his face.

"Tony... You must think about her, about both of them, before doing anything. I know that our mission is to bring back all the vanished, but... Your real responsibility and concern is this!" Y/N pointed out as he looked at Morgan, letting Tony understand her message, what she really meant.

"I know, Y/N. But still-"

"For once, don't be the fucking hero. Leave that role to someone else, damn it..." whispered the woman with a frown, as she rocked the girl carefully. "For once in your life, I'm begging you, don't be the one who has to do everything!"

"You don't say all this just because you've seen me make the video before, do you?" asked the genius Stark as he pulled away the hair that fell on his daughter's face and put it behind her ear.

"No. You see, I've had these strange dreams again... Like the ones I told you about before the Sokovia agreements and the... You know, before everything that happened five years ago," said the woman with E/C eyes, as she bit her lip, trying to hold back the urge to cry.

"You have premonitory dreams again," said the brunette man looking at his friend with concern. He placed one of his hands on Y/N's shoulder to try to comfort her, but it was in vain as she began to cry in silence.

The youngest Stark seemed to notice how the woman holding her in a hug must have been feeling, so she unconsciously grabbed her with more strength, still asleep, as if she was trying to calm her, to comfort her, and make her understand that everything was fine. That she was there, and that everything would be fine.

"Aw, Morgan," whispered the c/h haired woman in tears, noticing how the little one was trying to comfort her. "Thank you, little miss Stark..." she said before posing a kiss on the crown of the toddler, so that she could rest her chin on the little head.

"Hey, guys," Pepper whispered as she approached the couple of friends who shared an intimate moment. "I've come for Morgan, it's time to put her to bed. It's a bit too late," said Tony's wife, as she crouched next to Y/N and held her daughter in her arms. "Thank you for being with her today. We missed you so much," the redhead said with a small smile.

"It's the least I can do for my goddaughter. After all, I missed her too. All of you." said the young avenger before caressing the girl's cheek as a sign of farewell good night.

Tony got up from the stairs on the porch so that he could give his daughter a proper kiss and send her off to bed. "Night night, Maguna. I love you tons, baby girl." he whispered softly in the girl's ear, before posing a long kiss on her forehead.

"I do it 3000, papa," said groggy the little one, as she rested her head on her mother's shoulder, looking for comfort and warmth in her.

"I'm going to sleep now, too," Pepper said, trying to disguise his desire to yawn.

"Alright. Good night, Peps." said goodbye Tony before giving his tired wife a short kiss on the lips. "Sleep well."

"Good night, Pepper" Y/N said goodbye to her friend with a small smile and a small hug, after getting up from where she had been sitting.

"See you tomorrow," the woman said goodbye before getting inside the house, this time with her daughter in her arms.

"I love you," exclaimed the Stark before he lost sight of the lady of the house.

"Tony." Y/L/N called his friend, thus gaining his attention. "This is something you can't miss for anything in the world. I wouldn't forgive you," she earnestly pointed out.

"How long have you been dreaming of my death?" asked the man as he folded his arms and watched his friend, while waiting for a sincere answer.

"Since we started looking for a solution to this fucking disaster."

"That's... plenty of time."

"I know, that's why I'm asking you to play your part in the background tomorrow. I can't afford to lose anyone else, you know? I can't afford to let anyone else die. It wouldn't be fair to anyone else."

"It would be great not to die," Tony said.

"That's why you're going to promise me you won't, okay?" She asked him.

"Y/N, you know I-"

"Alright!?" Y/N insisted, raising her voice slightly. "Tony?" she called her friend's attention as she folded her arms and stared at him.

The Iron-man sighed and looked at her attentively before nodding Slowly. "I'll do what I can."

"That's not good enough for me, Stark. You have to swear, give me your word or I'll kill you," threatened Y/N to Tony as she pointed a finger at him.

"You realize that doesn't make any sense, right? That's-"

"Anthony..."

"God, how stubborn you are, Y/N. Okay! I swear, I won't die tomorrow," said the man as he raised his hands as signal of surrender.

"Sounds like a plan to me!" smiled the avenger and then hugged Tony tightly.

Tony hugged her for a long time. He well knew that this might be the last time they could be like this, since the next day anything could happen, to any of them. Any scenario could develop, and that terrified him in an unimaginable way. Losing his family and friends was a blow that he would never know how to fit in, and so he preferred not to even think about it.

"I think it's time for me to go home. It's late and I had promised Nat that we would-"

"Y/N." said Tony as he held his friend's face between his hands and made her look into his eyes. "You know perfectly well that I love you very much, don't you?"

She nodded and smiled warmly. "I know perfectly well, Tony," she replied, causing Tony to pose a kiss on her forehead, then hug her again. "I love you too, Stark." whispered Y/N to him before she broke the hug.

"Goodbye, kiddo," said Tony goodbye as his friend headed to her car.

Y/N raised her hand as a bye sign and smiled at him broadly, with a little laugh. "See you, my dude." She wavered at him as she got into her car.

"Hey, Y/L/N!" Stark exclaimed as he watched the woman start the vehicle. "No surprises tomorrow!"

"Take your own advice, you old wreck. And remember you made me a promise!"

***

"I am... Inevitable." Thanos said arrogantly, before snapping his fingers, which didn't work, because the gauntlet didn't have a any of the infinity stones.

The mad titan looked with an open mouth and incredulous look at the gauntlet and then at the young woman in front of him. He saw how the power of the stones invaded the body of the female human and how her body react at such magnitude of power. Y/N was in pain. And because of that, she shouted and complained, until her body ended up adapting to all the stones.

But it wouldn't last long.

Oopsie

Y/N looked defiantly at Thanos, who had remained static looking at her, knowing what was coming next for him and that it was inevitable. "Yeah, well, and... we are... the Avengers!" snapped the young woman without hesitation.

A white flash flooded the place for a few moments, followed by it, all the allies of Thanos and himself, began to turn to dust in the battlefield, as 5 years ago millions of beings from all over the universe had done it before.

Karma is a bitch, huh?

"I just fried myself, well done Y/L/N..." commented Y/N to herself, trying to make her situation less serious, as the right half of her own body was totally burned and a huge wound in the area of her femoral artery from where emanated lots of blood.

"Y/N/N..." called a soft voice, which addressed to her. "What ha-... What have you done?"

Y/N finished sitting and leaning on a pile of rubble, looked up and saw Tony, Rhodey, Peter, Pepper, Steve and Thor approaching her. Some of them ducked on to stay at her height and others stood watching everything.

She smiled weakly and looked at his dearest friend. "I've made them to bite the... dust, you get it?" the woman laughed briefly, before grabbing her side because the pain she felt. "Goddammit..." she complained.

"Don't worry, we'll still take you to a place where you can be cured and-" Captain America tried to talk, as he approached his friend and tried to hold her in his arms.

"No, no... Steve, no. It's okay, there's nothing that can be done for me." she whispered as she took the captain's hand and stroked it. "Let it be, please..." she whispered and then gave Tony a warm look. "This is how it had to happen, you know..."

"No, Y/N, please..." begged Stark as he stroked her good friend's cheek, who was beginning to have trouble breathing. "Friday, tell me her situation." he asked to the A.I.

"Her vital signs are compromised, sir." answered Friday.

Everyone began to cry in silence. Tony sobbed a little before leaning his head against Y/N's head as he stroked her cheek. She smiled weakly and gently wiped away his tears.

"Your girls need you, Tony. Morgan has both parents. I can't ask for anything better..." she whispered as she looked at Pepper, who was crying in Rhodey's arms and dedicated one of her last smiles to them.

"But, I-I..." Tony whispered between loud sobs as big tears were falling down his cheeks. "Y/N..."

Y/N placed her hand on her friend's chest, over the light of his Ractor Arc, and then gave him one last, small but warm smile. Tony held Y/N's hand on his chest and watched her life flee by moments.

Indeed, nothing could be done for her, it was late.

"N-No, Y/N" Peter begged as he got on his knees and embraced the corpse of his friend. "Don't go, stay. Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay. Stay with us. Don't die. Stay... with us." he sobbed so hard, that Thor started to cry even harder.

"You were... No, you are also my girl. I need you in my life." whispered Tony in his dearest friend's ear, even when he knew that she couldn't hear him. "God, I need my girl." pronounced before closing Y/N's eyes for ever.

Silence and sobs ruled the place once again.

And that's how it all ended.

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I'm probably a little bit late for the hype, but for your radiosnake fic, was sir pentious being behind on current technology because he was just really heartbroken or bc he was somehow cursed? Sorry, sometimes i'm bad at understanding, so i wasn't sure if the karma bit meant that there really was some kind of supernatural intervention or not

It is never, ever too late to talk to me about one of my fics! People talk to me about stuff I was writing over a decade ago and I love it, you're good.

It's neither one, actually. He isn't too heartbroken to keep up, and he isn't cursed. He just lost so many resources that he can't keep up with new technological developments any more.

Long explanation below the cut!!

... god I think tumblr just, fucking deleted the cut. If there isn't a cut below this line I APOLOGIZE I tried to edit it back in, tumblr sucks.

Like, say in '64 someone comes into hell with knowledge of how to make a new weapon that's gonna change the game. Sir P's got a web of like a hundred informants who know they're gonna be rewarded when he has power, so he finds out about the weapon in three days and can snatch up the soul that knows how to make it in under a week. He's got a dozen mines from which he can extract the raw materials needed to make the weapon, so that takes a week; dozens of engineers working under him to figure out how to replicate the weapon based on the newly dead dude's half-remembered math, so that takes a week; and Sir Pent himself, the mastermind of this operation, has no more pressing needs to attend to--his airships are defending his turf without any need to call him in for help, he doesn't have to worry about collecting supplies because they have control of all the materials they need, nothing's disrupting their supply train in the sky, etc--so he can turn his whole attention to improving on this weapon, and he's done so in a week. So only a month has passed between this weapon entering hell and Sir Pent becoming not only the only person that has it, but the only person with the next generation version of it.

Compare: a new weapon enters hell in '76. After getting his ass stomped by the Radio Demon a decade ago, Sir P's lost most of his allies because they no longer have faith he can conquer hell (and even if they do, they don't want to risk getting on the Radio Demon's bad side—they don't know why he attacked Sir P, how do they know he won't attack his allies?) so he's got like, five informants. It takes him a month to find out about this weapon. If another overlord finds out about the weapon first and snatched up the weapon-maker, then Sir P has lost all opportunity to replicate it until the other overlord has made and started using it and he can get his hands on a copy to reverse-engineer, by which point this weapon's probably already on the way to being obsolete.

But say he DOES somehow get to this soul before anyone else: he's got like, maybe one or two mines under his control, so it takes a lot longer to extract the necessary raw materials, and that's assuming those mines have the materials this weapon needs. He might need to attack other factories or warehouses to steal the supplies he needs—and these factories & warehouses are probably being guarded by people armed with weapons he hasn't had a chance to replicate because a different overlord snatched up the weapon-maker before he ever heard about them, so they might overpower him, might even take out one of his airships. But say his raids succeed; they could take a couple of months, between planning and carefully executing the needed attacks.

It could take a couple more months for his heavily reduced number of engineers to figure out how to replicate the weapon, especially if it's outside their fields of expertise and he needs to find and recruit someone new to help—and what if he can't recruit anyone, because Sir P is no longer a top overlord that people will want to work for?

Meanwhile, Sir P is busy viciously defending his now very small turf with only a couple of airships at his disposal, AND he's got to plan and lead the raids for supplies, AND he's got to find and recruit new followers, AND he's got to organize repairs and do damage control if another overlord takes an airship out... so it might take him ANOTHER month to get around to looking at the designs himself and seeing if he can improve them. And maybe he's so stressed and overworked and tired he can't think of a way to improve the weapon.

So six months have passed and they have a rushed weapon that they might have had to make with shoddy stolen materials... and in that time, maybe someone with a weapon designed to overpower this one has died, and Vox has already snatched them up and made that weapon in a month, and so Sir P's new weapon is worthless before he uses it. Now he's six months behind.

Except he's not JUST six months behind. All his airships—which are his main bases, his main weapons, his main defenses, and his main transportation all in one—got blown up in '66, so he probably spent all of '66 and probably the next few years airshipless while he tried to rebuild them. Except while he tried to rebuild them, other overlords were stealing his turf because he had no airships to defend it—if he hears a facility of his is being attacked fifty miles away, he's powerless to go defend it. He's got no airships he can send to fight off the attackers. He's got no choice but to lose it. And that happened over and over, and he lost the very facilities he needed to rebuild his airships. So now it's gonna take twice as long to build half as many airships. And during all those YEARS he's trying to rebuild his airships, he's NOT going to be able to expend resources on keeping up with the latest weapons tech.

So in '76, he's not actually struggling to snatch up the newest weapon maker; in '76, he's finally built five airships, and they're all running on '66 technology. How is he going to even BEGIN replicating '76 technology if he completely missed out on learning about the '70 technology it's based on? By the time he's learned about '70 technology and is ready to face '76 technology, it's now '78.

Oh except another overlord who knows he's currently weak and fears what a threat he'll pose when he's strong again goes and crushes all his airships and now he falls behind five years again as he rebuilds AGAIN. And at this point Sir Pent is getting desperate, so he starts making stupid rushed mistakes in a scramble to gain some ground. (Stupid rushed mistakes like charging into Cherri Bomb's turf right after an extermination, or stupid rushed mistakes like aiming a giant cannon at Alastor just because he happens to be there.) And those stupid mistakes lose him more airships and set him back AGAIN.

It's an endless cycle. He lacks the resources to catch up with the latest developments; without the latest developments, he can't get the resources he needs.

History lesson! The fact that Sir Pent was a top overlord for so long was part luck and part momentum. When he died in 1888, he was THE first supervillain. In life he had no peers, and in death he had no peers. He was THE ONLY ONE who knew how to make the weapons of mass destruction he made. He was the ONLY human soul that could make a machine that could slaughter hundreds. The only ones stronger than him were fallen angels and proper demons (not souls who had died, but entities like Lucifer or Stolas) who had proper borderline-godly powers.

In 1933, the Radio Demon took out the power of a vast majority of those proper demons, and that's what buoyed Sir Pent up to being in a position where he could start conquering hell properly. Again, in '33, he was THE ONLY human soul who could do that. (Except, perhaps, Alastor himself, but he has no interest in claiming turf.) Other human souls began gaining power the way he had—both in the living world and in hell, there were people specifically following his example as a supervillain—but he was doing it first, and he was doing it with a lifetime (and afterlifetime) of experience. By the 60s, there were other human overlords around who'd gained some experience and were now just as good at him... but they didn't have his resources. He had a head start on them of decades. So all of them were the ones taking six months to make a weapon because he held all the supplies and personnel they needed to make the weapons. That's the primary reason he was ahead of them. Yeah, he's brilliant... but his overlord opponents are all brilliant too in different ways. The difference was, he's brilliant AND he had ten factories already.

(And it's worth remembering that he also had the Radio Demon, who's basically a walking tornado, on his side for fifteen years; so every once in a while one of Sir Pent's enemies would just have an entire facility mutilated by this dude. Not only is that a powerful weapon to be wielding, but who's gonna wanna go work for one of the guys that might be targeted by the Radio Demon?)

So! That's why Sir Pent fell behind and stayed behind. No heartbreak, and no curse. Just mathematics. Just resources. He stayed ahead because he came into hell with more resources than anyone else and stayed behind after Alastor reduced him to less resources than everyone else.

As for the "karma" section in the fic—not one single word of that scene reflects what's happening in hell in the slightest. Every single word of that scene reflects what's happening in Alastor's head. Fifty years after screwing over Sir P, he feels so miserable that he feels like he's being specifically punished. After seeing how massive and unintended the consequences of his actions are, he feels like he must be some kind of walking curse designed to torture Sir Pent.

On the one hand, seeing everything that's happened to himself and Sir P in the last fifty years and describing it as "karmic punishment/our assigned tortures in hell" is a reflection of how cataclysmically sublimely unhappy they both are. He's like, I'm so damn miserable it's GOTTA be divine punishment because nothing else could be this awful. On the other hand, it lets Alastor push some of the blame off of himself (because this REALLY IS all his fault!) and onto fate instead, like, oh, I couldn't have avoided this, it's our divine punishment. And if it's divine punishment, then there's nothing he can do to change it, is there? There's no point in trying. There's no need for him to say "I'm sorry" and try to make up for his mistakes. Because they aren't really his mistakes. He's just acting out some sort of karmic role. Right?

(And remember that a chapter earlier he was waxing poetic about how hell's not actually a bad place, really, he and Sir Pent deserve to be in hell together because it's the place they'll be happiest. :) :) :) Like, that's a direct contradiction to his "karma" theory. In both cases, neither scene is saying true things about the nature of hell—it's just Alastor's speculation based on how he currently feels.)

The logic fueling his "Sir Pent and I are each other's assigned punishments and there's nothing I can do about that but grin and bear it" is the same logic fueling his "dead sinners can't be redeemed, they had their chance in life and wasted it, now they're in hell forever" to Charlie in the pilot. The message behind both is the same: we can't and shouldn't be forgiven for our past mistakes; why bother trying to make up for them?

#(welcome to my blog I answer questions about my fics with essays)#(it's an act of love I promise)#anonymous #ask #about my writing #meta #sir pentious #alastor

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Forbidden || Chapter Three: Fallen and Ball Gown Talk

"The plan is simple, gate crash their ether extraction party and gets out," Tori explained, pointing to her holographic map.

"Got it," Chloe said, twirling her knife between her fingers.

"That's it?" Isabelle asked, folding her arms as her ghost Hermione materialized by her left shoulder.

"Yes, hopefully," The female Exo Titan muttered.

"That's not reassuring," Hermione commented, floating to the other side of Isabelle, her pink and purple shell glinting in the sunlight.

"Let's play it safe," Came Chloe's ghost, Moondance.

"Says the ghost whose Guardian's a reckless fool," Tori chuckled.

"You get a little reckless after going through three vanguards, one of them being my dad," Chloe stated, sheathing her knife.

"Touche," The Female Exo said.

Isabelle just rolled her eyes and summoned her sparrow, she just wanted to get this done and over with. Her latest book was waiting for her at home and she left off on a cliffhanger. "Come on girls, less bloody chit chat and more action," She said over her shoulder as she mounted her sparrow.

"Knowing us, it's gonna be done in under ten minutes, you would think the Vanguard would give us something more, I don't know, challenging?" Chloe elaborated, summoning her sparrow and climbing onto it.

"Exactly, I for one would love to do a harder raid on Venus," Tori chuckled, she too climbing on her sparrow.

The trio zipped off towards the ether extraction.

The planet this mission was on was Mars. It was mostly run by Cabal, but there were some Fallen here and there, not too much though. That was a good thing. Unlike the Cosmodrome, that place was littered with those scathing pirates.

When the girls arrived at their destination. They jumped off their sparrows and crouched and crawled to the cliff edge just ahead. They laid on their stomachs. Isabelle got her Shepherd's Watch rifle ready, looking down her sights.

"They're just bloody milling about, for now, the Elinski haven't even started extracting yet," She said, watching the targets carefully.

"How many are there?" Chloe asked, loading ammunition into her hand cannon.

"Not many, about twenty or so," The Warlock answered.

"This is gonna be a walk in the park," Tori commented.

Isabelle chuckled and put her rifle over her shoulder. "If you move now the three of you can eliminate them without any problems," Percy, Tori's ghost, said materializing by Tori's shoulder.

"No reckless mishaps," Came Moondance, making Chloe let out a dry chuckle of her own.

"Chloe, I'm serious, I'm getting tired of reviving you every five minutes," He said, appearing in front of his guardian, and the trio of females tried to contain their laughter. "I can't make any promises, buddy, but I'll try," The Huntress stated.

"Hermione, you wanna add something?" Isabelle asked as her little light appeared.

"Yes, the Fallen have started extracting ether, better hurry," She said.

The Warlock nodded and the girls moved silently down the cliffside. Isabelle and Chloe grabbed two Dregs from behind and dragged them behind a rock. The Huntress stabbed them for good measure. Isabelle pointed to Chloe and Tori then pointed right, then she pointed to herself and pointed left. The Huntress and Titan nodded went right. The warlock crept around a giant boulder grabbed and fusion grenade and tossing it to the nearest target, just as one of Chloe's swarm grenade landed in the middle of the extraction and started a commotion amongst the Eliksni. Vandals and Marauders put up their guard and started scouting the area.

"On my signal, we jump into action," Tori said over the comms.

"I'm ready when you are," Came Chloe.

"Same here," Isabelle replied, putting bullets into her rifle, "let's just get this over with so I can go home and read."

She watched as Tori jumped out from behind the boulder across the way and created a shield as she started firing her auto rifle. Isabelle got on top of the boulder she was behind and aimed down her sights, killing Dregs and Vandals left and right. She saw Chloe jump out from the corner of her lense, hand cannon blazing and knives everywhere.

When the Captain appeared, all three girls fired at him all at once. Taking him down easily. Lastly, they destroyed the ether extraction device.

"Ramen on me?" The Huntress offered.

"Sure, why not," Tori obliged.

"But after we report to the Vanguard," Isabelle stated, as the three of them transmitted to the ship.

~~~

Isabelle, Chloe, and Tori walked out of the hanger and to the Hall of Guardians. They had to report back to the Vanguard about the ether extraction the Fallen were trying to do. Isabelle looked at the guardians they passed. Some were talking in small groups, others danced to nothing-in-particular, and some were just getting back from bounties and cashing them in. The trio passed Lord Shaxx, who was manning Crucible matches and looked like he was on his twelfth cup of coffee. Isabelle looked at Eris, who was muttering about Oryx coming back. Finally, the Vanguard was in full view. The Warlock watched as her best friends split off and went to their Vanguards. Chloe to Cayde and Tori to Zavala. Isabelle walked over to Ikora.

"Isabelle, how was the mission?" Ikora asked, looking up from the tablet she held.

"Oh, you know, way too easy, like taking candy from a baby," Isabelle replied.

"Good, I assume you and your fireteam were efficient enough to get the job done?"

"Yes, and yes, Hermione, Moondance, and Percy were the real help," The Awoken female said, mentioning hers and her friends' ghosts.

Ikora smiled, "That's good to hear, there is something I would like to talk to you about if you haven't already heard."

Isabelle furrowed her brows, "What is it? Did I do something. . . wrong?"

"No, no, it's just that Queen Mara Sov has invited the Vanguard and the guardians to a ball," The Warlock Vanguard explained.

"A ball?"

"Yes, but the Prince-- Uldren Sov-- has requested you to accompany him as his plus one."

Isabelle's jaw dropped, her cheeks flooding with warmth. Uldren wanted HER to be HIS plus one? She felt like she was dreaming, like actually dreaming. Hermione must have felt the wave of shock go through Isabelle because she appeared next to her. Isabelle straightened and shook her head.

"Sorry, that's quite shocking, I thought the Awoken didn't like us, guardians, very well, especially Uldren," She said, her fingers find their way to her hair, tugging at the bubble-gum pink strands nervously.

"Queen Mara wishes to make us allies," Ikora stated, "and I see why do you?"

"Yes, because the enemy is growing ever so slowly and we want to be prepared for a possible attack, which, I guess, is why Mara wants this ball," Isabelle responded, "to extend her allies."

"Very well, my young pupil, I've taught you well," The Warlock Vanguard smiled, "You are dismissed."

Isabelle nodded and headed out of the Hall of Guardians, finding Chloe and Tori outside waiting for her. They were both exchanging a few words when the noticed Isabelle approach.

"Hey, Bookworm, did Ikora tell you about the ball?" Tori asked, her pink optics glowing brightly in the dimly lit Tower Plaza.

"Yes, and something quite shocking," The Warlock replied.

Isabelle could have sworn Chloe's human ears perked up at this, or was that just a hunter thing? But her icy, blue eyes were focused on her hand cannon as she started cleaning it.

"What is it?" The Huntress asked.

"Prince Uldren has asked for me to be his plus one to the ball," Isabelle admitted, her cheeks heating up.

The Huntress' head snapped up and the Titan stared in shock. It was clear that they were not expecting this to come out of Isabelle's mouth. She again started playing with her hair.

"Well, looks like your Prince Charming wants you after all," Chloe smirked, mischief flashing in her eyes.

"I doubt that," Isabelle rolled her eyes and folded her arms.

"Chloe, wipe that shit-eatin' grin off your face!" Tori scolded, her southern accent coming out.

Isabelle laughed at this as the Huntress flipped Tori off. The Exo just rolled her optics, shaking her head lightly, "Real mature, Clo, real mature."

"Anyway, who wants to go down to the city tomorrow and shop for dresses, especially Izzy's," Chloe said.

"Me, what's so special about the dress I'll be wearing?" Isabelle asked, playing with her hair.

"Because you are going with a Prince as a date," The blue-haired female replied, putting her hand cannon in its holster and stowing the cleaning cloth in her pocket, "you need to look outstanding, absolutely gorgeous, but not too much, or else people will think you're trying to outdo their queen."

"Okay, and whom might I ask is gonna be your date, Chloe Faith?" The Warlock inquired, "though I have a bloody feeling I know who it is."

The last part was said under her breath.

"Cayde asked me, he said 'it'd be fun and that ya haven't gone out since Nathen cheated on ya and ya deserve to dance with a real man'," The Huntress just blushed lightly.

Everyone knew Cayde was head over heels for Chloe, even when Andal was still here. Isabelle knew Chloe felt the same way, but she backed off and cut herself from any type of romantic relationship because of how Nathen cheated on her and because her father was killed. But Isabelle was glad Chloe accepted the offer of going with the Hunter Vanguard.

"Anyway, who are you going with Tori?" The Huntress asked.

"I was thinking of maybe asking Amanda," The Exo replied, "just as friends though, I'm not looking for a girlfriend or boyfriend right now."

Tori was bisexual, and when she came out Isabelle happily supported her, along with Chloe. After all their best friends, why wouldn't they support her?

"Chloe, didn't you say something about paying for ramen?" The Warlock asked, changing the subject.

"Yes, now let's go before the shop closes and Cayde gets off duty," The blue-haired female exclaimed, ushering Isabelle and Tori over to the Bazaar.

~~~

The next day Isabelle woke to something nudging her shoulder. "Isabelle, it's time to get up, you told Chloe and Tori you would go shopping for ball gowns today," Hermoine said, still nudging the Awoken woman.

She opened her eyes and found her ghost floating in front of her. Isabelle turned her head towards the window, early morning light poured through it. "Did I fall asleep reading again?" She asked, sitting up in bed and letting out a yawn.

"Yes, I put a bookmark in the place where you left off and set the book on your nightstand," The Little Light answered, bobbing up and down whilst twirling in the air.

"Brilliant, what time is it?"

"Just a little past seven."

Isabelle nodded and got out of bed, trudging over to the bathroom where she ditched the white, cotton t-shirt and black shorts she was wearing and jumped into the shower. She let the warm water relax the tense muscles in her body from yesterday. Then she focused and washing her hair, making sure all the knots and tangles came out. Lastly, she washed her body and shaved her legs and underarm.

Getting out of the shower, Isabelle wrapped herself in a fuzzy, pink towel, as well as her hair. She walked over to the sink, brushed her teeth, and did a small amount of makeup. She unwrapped the towel from her hair and proceeded to blow-dry it. After her hair was dry, she ran a brush through it and put it in a side ponytail. Isabelle walked over to her closet and pulled out a light, long sleeve, black, turtle neck crop top, a maroon denim skirt, and a pair of black, knee-high boots. She put on the outfit, along with prescription glasses, and checked her phone.

A text message from Chloe.

Chloe: Meet up at Clara's Cafe before shopping?

Isabelle: What time?

Chloe: 8:30, sound good?

Isabelle: Yes, see you and Tori then.

Isabelle checked the time, 7:58, and put her phone in the pocket of her skirt and left the room. She made her way down the floating steps to the main floor. Chloe gave her enough time to grab a small breakfast consisting of a PopTart and a Honey Crisp Apple. She then grabbed her purse hanging by the apartment door and left, locking it tight, and texting Chloe she was on the way.

Isabelle made her way out of the Tower to the city below. This gave her enough time to get to Clara's Cafe, a popular place among the city's people and the guardians. She entered the small coffee shop and spotted Chloe and Tori at their usual table. Chloe was dressed in a snapback hat that read 'Hunter' across the front, a white crop top that showed off her shoulder to wrist tattoo sleeve, a pair of ripped, faded, skinny jeans, and black converses. Whilst Tori wore a black t-shirt, a red jacket, sweat pants, and a pair of plain sneakers. Isabelle took her seat next to Chloe.

"You look cute, Izzy," The Huntress said, sipping what looked like a green tea macchiato.

"Thanks," Isabelle said, opening her Kindle app on her phone.

A waitress came around and asked for Isabelle's order, which was her norm, a chamomile tea with extra honey. The waitress nodded and went to put the order in. The Warlock continued to read a book on the kindle app as Chloe and Tori talked about raids and what ones they wanted to do for the millionth time over.

"Isabelle Aubrey Brigham, get off the phone and talk to us," Tori scolded.

Isabelle sighed and turned her phone off, putting it in her purse. "Come on, I was just getting to the good stuff!"

"Good stuff as in a vivid sex scene?" Chloe asked.

"No, not all the books I read have sex scenes in them," Isabelle scoffed, "let's change the topic, how's your sleep schedule, Clo, has it got any better?"

The Huntress' smirk immediately faded, and she looked down at her lap. "No, it hasn't, the nightmares are getting worse," She answered, her tone saddening.

"I'm sorry, Chloe, I wish we could help," Tori said, reaching over the table to put a hand on her friend's shoulder.

Isabelle gave rubbed Chloe's back. If anything more could be said about her best friend, it was that she suffered from nightmares often and had the worst sleeping schedule in history. Isabelle could visibly see the exhaustion on the Huntress' face. The dark circles under her blue eye were quite noticeable.

"One chamomile tea with extra honey," came the voice of the waitress.

"Yes, thank you, darling," Isabelle said, taking her drinking and sipping it lightly.

The waitress left to get the bill.

"You know, talking about my sleep schedule isn't important right now, finding our dresses for the ball is," Chloe stated, going back to her usual cocky self.

"Right, the ball," Isabelle muttered.

She still couldn't believe she was Uldren's date. It made her nervous and not many things made her nervous. But Uldren was royalty, a real prince, and Isabelle? She wasn't even royalty. Far from it actually, she was just a guardian. Just a normal, everyday guardian who loved the company of books more than anything else.

A few short minutes later, Tori ended up paying the bill and the girls left the cafe. They walked around the city streets trying to find a good dress shop. "I really hope I have enough bloody glimmer for this," Isabelle said as the trio entered an expensive-looking dress emporium.

"Welcome to L'amour De La Rose Dress Emporium," A silver and blue female Exo with a French accent said, "My name is Aimee-9, what can I help you with?"

Chloe stepped forward and smiled kindly, "My friends and I are looking gowns for a ball next week."

"What kind of gowns are you three looking for?" Aimee asked.

"I'm looking for something simple and elegant, in the color silver," Tori replied.

"I want a dress that's nothing flashy and doesn't draw attention to me, but elegant and enough for a Hunter Vanguard to drool," Chloe stated.

Isabelle looked around. She didn't know what she wanted.

"Miss, what would you like?" The silver and blue Exo asked.

The warlock opened her mouth to speak, but Chloe beat her to it, "She'll have one that's absolutely stunning and will have Prince Uldren begging for more!"

"Chloe, can you bloody shut it!" Isabelle spat, then took a deep breath, "I would like something elegant too, something lacy with a beautiful floral pattern and pink."

"Very well, I'll get some dresses you could choose from, please follow me," Aimee said, leading the girls to the fitting rooms.

#destiny #bungie #destiny 2 #uldren sov #prince uldren #prince uldren sov #destiny uldren #guardian uldren #uldren sov x reader #uldren sov x oc

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writemywaytoyourheart · 5 years

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"Wow, you're beautiful..."

a/n: welcome to another part of the OT7 series, my loves <3 and welcome to another monday >_< we're gonna stick with any member for this one! hope this post can help you make it through the week^^

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Pairing: BTS x reader

Genre: FLUFF ❤️

Warnings: domestic fluff :)))

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You stretch a little and sink back into the warmth of the covers wrapped around your body. It was a bit chilly recently; it had been raining for the past few days and it was still drizzling a little outside your window.

The whole atmosphere was warm and inviting and you didn't want to get up. Not yet.

Unfortunately your body was waking itself up, despite the fact that the sun wasn't shining very brightly because of the rain clouds, your mind woke up anyway. You sigh and close your eyes again wondering what time it was and if you could sneak in a bit more sleep.

Just five more minutes, please.

You wanted nothing more than to just lay in the warm covers with his arms wrapped around you snugly.

You were currently lying on your back with his arms around your waist. Turning very carefully so as not to wake him, you look at his peaceful sleeping face then feel your heart catch in your throat.

You two were married six months ago, and you could still never get used to waking up next to him without having your heart hammering in your chest. You tentatively bring a hand up and pet his soft hair gently, smiling to yourself at how innocent and small he looked while sleeping.

His eyelids move slightly and he stirs a bit before hugging you tighter and humming in his sleep.

How on earth you ended up with a man like him, you had no idea. He was your best friend and closest ally, sticking through it with you no matter what happened. You couldn't wait to spend the rest of your life with him.

Listening to the quiet pattering of the rain outside, you keep looking at the beautiful man next to you, watching with a small smile as his deep breaths lift his chest up and down rhythmically.

A few minutes pass while you gaze at your husband sleeping peacefully. Then you realize you have to go to the bathroom, so you gently push his arms off you enough so you can slip out carefully, hopefully without waking him up.

The air is cold when you leave the warmth of the big bed so you hurry to the bathroom so you could climb back into bed with him again quickly. After you get back from the restroom, you see his peaceful face has taken on a slight pout even as he sleeps.

You smile at him fondly and curl back into the warm bed, where his arms immediately reach out and go around your waist to pull you in. A small smile finds it's way onto his lips and he scrunches up his face then hums happily and buries his head between your neck and shoulder. He mumbles something unintelligible and you pull back a bit to hear him better.

You brush his mussy morning hair out of his eyes and try not to giggle at how cute and sleepy he looks, "what did you say love?"

He smacks his lips together tiredly but his eyes are still shut as he repeats what he said with his deep morning voice, "I said you're so warm and comfy baby." You giggle at him and he smirks lazily, still keeping his eyes closed. You keep stroking his fluffy hair and can't stop looking at his cute tired expression.

"Are you still sleepy hun? You can rest more if you want," You say softly after a minute. He hums and shakes his head, then his voice comes back with a hoarse and sleepily attractive lilt to it, "I'm ok, my mind is awake now, it's just that my eyelids are as heavy as boulders."

You giggle again and push his hair back to expose his forehead before you press a soft kiss there. His smile widens and he finally opens one eye just enough to try and make you out. He stretches a little and scrunches his eyes again, trying to find the energy to open them.

"What time is it?" He yawns as he asks you, then rubs his eyes in attempt to get them to open. You shift a little so you can grab your phone off the nightstand. Bringing it up to your face you squint to make out the time, "it's 7:30 right now," then you turn to face him again, only once you do you realize he's scooted closer so your noses bump together. Your cheeks burn while he looks straight into your eyes and just stays there, nose to nose with you. It feels like an eternity of silence passes, you can't think clearly enough to say anything. Finally he breaks the silence as he whispers in awe, "wow.....you're beautiful." The blood rushes up your neck and deepens the blush in your cheeks and you just blink at him. Then you finally choke out, "you got your eyes open I see."

He smiles and with his hands on your hips he pulls you closer than you thought possible. He hugs you tightly and starts to leave small kisses on your shoulder. In between each kiss he says, "yup, and I'm glad I did, now I can see my beautiful wife." Your heart is hammering away and you're honestly not sure how you've lasted six months without imploding already. You mutter while he leaves sleepy kisses on your neck, "I- I don't even have make-up on yet, don't be silly."

His kisses move up to your jaw and chin, then your cheeks and forehead, a peck on the nose and finally he looks at your lips then into your eyes- you feel like he's staring into your very soul when he speaks again quietly but steadily, "You....are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life. And I don't want you to ever say anything bad about my baby. Ok?" His gaze never leaving yours, his words and voice were so sincere that you feel tears well up. You nod and he gently wipes your eyes then smiles before leaning in and kissing you slowly.

When you two pull away he brushes your cheeks gently with his hand, then he looks behind you towards the window where the rain is falling softly on it, tiny water droplets decorating the glass.

"I love the rain." He whispers, his eyes bright as he watches it fall. You smile and snuggle closer to his chest, thankful that it was Saturday and he had the weekend off from his busy schedule as an idol. You two could lie around as long as you wanted, which you loved to do with him.

Your head rises and falls gently with his chest as he breathes in and out, his hands are rubbing up and down on your back as you two lay there doing nothing.

Suddenly he shifts and you look up curiously, he looks apologetic and says, "sorry baby, I have to go to the bathroom real quick." You laugh at him as he scrambles out of bed and hurries to the bathroom.

You turn onto your back and stretch your limbs out as far as you can and groan from the stiffness in them. Your eyes are closed and you don't see him come back, so you squeal when you suddenly feel his weight as he flops onto you.

"Yah! What're you doi-" you shout before he kisses you playfully and cuts you off. You can't stop laughing now as he snuggles his face into your neck and blows raspberries onto it.

"Just making sure my baby is awake and ready to spend the day with me~" he giggles and keeps attacking you with kisses until you're out of breath.

When you've both calmed down and he's lying next to you in the bed you turn on your side and look at him, sitting up on your elbow, "what do you wanna eat for breakfast love?" He hums thoughtfully then turns and props himself up imitating your posture and says, "I kinda just want some sugary cereal.... I'm not sure why." You laugh at him and nod, "sounds good to me baby, let's go get some."

You crawl off the bed and grab an extra blanket to wrap around yourself like a little burrito, safe from the cold. Then you shuffle out of the room and towards the kitchen to eat some cereal. Your husband stays in the bed for another minute, just watching you and trying to control his heart that's pounding in his ears from how much he loves you.

That girl, he thinks happily, she's gonna be the end of me.

Then he gets up and follows you into the kitchen, going in for a back hug while you take out the bowls.

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a/n 2.0: sorry this is a little late, I hope you liked it <3 Mikrokosmos and Make It Right played while I was writing this, I'm emo now, I'm gonna go crawl into my covers and sob from loneliness, bye-bye :')

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years

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Little Sadie, part IV - The Mondo Bongo, prison and a man (Sam Drake x reader)

Description: The only man who left you broken and destroyed, the one who was your whole life fifteen years ago and the one who was constantly on your mind lately, is back. Samuel Drake has risen from the dead and you bet your ass that the night wasn’t the last time you saw him.

A/N: Ok, so we should be in the last part - I guess. Thank @missdictatorme for being such a supportive sweetie and @samdrakeftw for being an amazing part of this fandom.

Mood for this chapter: Well after a long reconsideration, it will be the song I named this chapter after - Joe Strummer’s Mondo Bongo. But to be honest, I ended up a playlist on Spotify named Sexy as folk and Winter Acoustics.

Part one Part two Part three

Word count: 5 975

Warnings: Well go ahead and just see for yourself??? I guess? Jesus, I'm still terrible at this. Just kidding. Smut ahead! Yeah, finally.

And you hung up the phone, looking through the window to the distance and didn't believe to what have you done. You just seriously told your ex, someone, who completely forgave about you for fifteen years to come over? Did you just start to apologizing him in your eyes like he was some sick kind of a saint, or what was going on in your head?

Were you going crazy? Most probably you were. But Samuel was on his way to your apartment and since he knew where you lived, you had to be quick.

There wasn't a place for your old football t-shirt or a messy hair bun, which was kind of cute but messier than the thoughts inside your head. You just dressed up into a tight yoga top, leggings and a crop top which was like three sizes bigger than you. You still looked tired, you had black and deep circles under your eyes, your skin was unnaturally pale and you definitely lost some weight in last ten days because of being in work almost all the time.

Then you started to chaotically run and tried to clean up your whole flat. Just before you washed the last glass that you found next to your bed, a loud bell noise traveled through your apartment.

You gave yourself a moment to get mentally ready, yet you didn’t even breathe properly and opened up the door for him. And you stood there, just looking at each other.

He was smiling, slicking his heavy sweated hair the back of his head. To be exact, the sweat covered him up completely and yet he didn't look like a disgusting psycho and let's be real, it wasn't his bad that there was like a million degrees outside. It made him look like an even bigger man than he was before if it could. And thanks to that, you could see everything through that light t-shirt because it showed literally every muscle, that's how sweaty he was. Every single one you could name and imagine? Yup, you could see it.

When you've seen him before and you didn't hold your emotions back then, it wasn't as bad as you imagined it for now; just standing right in front him and looking him in the eyes. You could even feel yourself smiling at him. You wanted to punch yourself because you were acting like a little girl.

He was just a man, yet a very attractive man who reminded you of your old Sam, and you were just a woman. There was nothing to be nervous about.

“I'm glad you invited me to come over,” Samuel said, when you stepped outside from the doorframe, suggesting him to come over.

“Something to drink? Water, lemonade or tea? Whatever you want, Sam,” you left him wandering through your flat, looking at every single detail with a facial expression of a five-year-old boy.

“Some alcohol would do the trick, thank you.”

“Come on. It’s not rational to drink when it’s like a million degrees outside.” You answered loudly enough for him to hear it through the whole flat, boiling water and his playlist playing.

“You're acting like my mother.” Samuel laughed and appeared right next to you. You freaked out a little, putting a wrist over your thorax to make it easier for you to breathe.

“Somebody of our trio has to be the clever one,” you laughed quietly. “It's not my fault that I’m the smartest, motorcycle boy.” You looked at him with raised eyebrows, but your eyes were starting to shine playfully.

"This is the girl I missed," Samuel whispered and started to open cupboards in order to find glasses. You laughed quietly and step in front of him, getting on the top of your feet, opening the right one.

"We have a lot of things that we have to talk about." You reminded him in the tone of a businessman who came in for an appointment. He chuckled quietly and get two mugs and glasses down on your sector.

"A bossy tone means you are deadly serious," Samuel said from searching the cupboards for a tea.

"Hey, I would rather pour down you a drink than listen to this bickering." You opened your fridge and get him and an old bottle of rum and a bottle of Cola.

"Don't be mad," Samuel walked in front of you with slow, precise steps, swaying his sides in the rhythm of one of the songs. He took both bottles and he smoothed the top of your nose. "I don't really mind when you're bossy. Quite enjoying it actually, if I have to be honest." He joked and you gave him his well-deserved punch to the shoulder.

"Stop playing around and let's talk." You went to sit on a chair with a cup of coffee and a glass of cold water. He was almost immediately after you with a glass of rum with cola in his hand.

"Would you mind..?" Samuel sat down the table next to you and took out cigarettes from the pocket of his trousers. You stood up and went on to give him an ashtray. Then you opened a window and hot, unbreathable air just hugged you tightly. You were sweating immediately.

"Go on. I don't mind." You smiled at him a lowered the sound a bit because you wanted to hear every word, every syllable he's going to make.

"So start talking, Samuel. I'm curious and listening." You took a sip of your coffee and looked at him from under your lashes.

"Well, I’m going to talk then you should ask me some questions you want to know the answers for. I promise, that every answer will be the truth." Samuel licked lips in a quick, soft gesture almost as if it was a subconscious action and then he lighted up his cigarette.

It smelled exactly the way you remembered. It was a smell that you couldn't ignore, so poignant and disgusting on one side and seriously attractive on the other side. His gestures were still the same, he left his leg nervously jumping around, so his whole body was moving in a quick rhythm, he still could curl up his wrist in a hugely elegant way and he was still closing his eyes and enjoyed the cigarette like it's going to be his last.

He wasn't that sweaty now and maybe that made his hazel so eyes intensely not overlooking. He was looking like a fine man in his best years, reminding you of younger Harrison Ford, George Clooney or Patrick Swayze - not by his looks, but by the vibe he was sending all around him.

"So a basic one. Where the hell have you been? Why did you left me here all alone, brokenhearted and crying every single night waiting for you to come home?" You asked with a hint of sadness in your voice, feeling how it cracked with every letter you spoke.

And he started to tell you the story of meeting Raphael Adler, whom he called Rafe, and venturing out to Panama with him and Nathan. He told you about the prison guard named Vargas and the deal between all of them, with Sam being the one who knows everything about that thing they were after, Nathan was the muscle of the whole plan and that Rafe has paid everything. And when they were about to leave the prison, Rafe got a huge rage quit during the whole escape and killed that Vargas guy.

And when Samuel didn't manage to escape along with his brother and his ally, he got stuck in that prison for long thirteen years. He couldn't write to you nor his brother, it just felt like disappearing from the surface of the world.

And he was rotting there for a quite some time until Raphael found out that he's actually alive and managed to get Samuel out of the prison. Then it got pretty interesting and intense because he started to describe his little trip with Sully and Nate to Italy, Scotland and Madagascar which almost cost his, Nate's, Elena's and Sully's lives.

You were really mesmerized. It sounded like a plot of a movie, but as you were assured, he was speaking the truth.

"Look, Y/N." He stood up and started to take off his shirt, stopping near his ribs. "These are the wounds from Panama." He smiled at you and sat down, drinking his second drink.

"So I wanted to come home for Nathan, for Victor and mostly for you. I really wanted to pick up my phone and call you about what happened. But it was like a hellhole out there and word civilization was more like a curse word. I was dying there alive until Adler found me, and after we finished that thing in Madagascar, I rushed back here. And I couldn't find you for two months. Clearly, you changed the address and phone number, so I asked Nathan. And that's how the thing ten days ago happened." He laughed sadly, lighten up another cigarette and drank almost half of his glass in one try. "I now know that I should call you first, just say that I'm alive and here and give you the time to arrange the thing inside your head, but I was too eager to see you." Samuel smiled and it was like a hormonal slap right into your face. He still had his firm, small lips and oh boy, you started to remember how those lips tasted like. He definitely looked older and more tired than before, he had a much longer forehead and deeper wrinkles, but that were the details that helped him aged like surely fine wine.

But besides that, he was still smiling like that young, eighteen-year-old boy. His eyes were still a little bit closed because of those lips curling up. He was also a lot bigger than you remembered; not that he got taller, but definitely he got more muscular in the meantime he was in prison. And then, of course, there was his new tattoo. You always knew that Samuel was a rebel at all costs, but you couldn't personally decide if you like that change or not.

"Moving on," you sat back, trying to get the picture of his half-naked body out of your head. "Who you even are now?"

"I'm still the Sam that you used to know. That incompetent idiot without sense for discretion. The motorcycle boy. I haven't matured much since the day you saw me for the last time, darling. Just got a bit tougher and not so open about myself. That's all." Samuel smiled at you and you couldn't keep your eyes on your mug.

He told you so many things about his past and yet it everything added up to the last detail. Somehow you felt that he's not messing with you, maybe it was the calm and slow tone of his voice, maybe it was that expression in his eyes, you didn't know the reason why you felt so calm and cheered up by him being him so close next to you. You missed him a lot since he left you carried a deep black hole in your thorax near your heart. And no one could heal the tear in you, even though many men tried. No one was like him and no one knew the thing he knew.

And now you felt how that tear disappearing just like that. It was almost like coming home, feeling complete and alive.

“I’m glad you’re back. I really am.” You whispered and for a moment, you both shut up, listening to the playing song. After a minute or two, he jumped out of the chair, stood up and looked at you.

“Its a really stupid idea, but haven't you kept my old guitar, just in case I'm coming back?” He looked at you and finally looked like a human being and not a chicken which is being grilled.

“You are so extremely lucky, Sam. It’s still here.” You got up and went into your bedroom. His old acoustic guitar was hidden next to your cabinet. You kept the guitar in its old leather case which Sam bought one day on a flea market and since that day, his guitar wasn't anywhere else.

You also took it to your friend, a musician, who had changed the strums, because you wanted to give the guitar to one of your friend's child. But thanks God you didn't do that.

“Here it is,” you gave it to him. It was the only thing you kept from his belongings. You gave the rest to Nathan, to a nearby charity or simply threw out of your flat. But the guitar was something different. You fell in love with her, because it was a part of Samuel. The first year when he was gone, you just sat on the of the rooftop where Sam used to took you on hot summer nights, smoothing the strums with your fingers because you couldn't play a single chord. But you sat there with your eyes closed and with a weak smile you whispered the lyrics of songs he used to sang on that rooftop. You still hoped he’ll come back to you. But he didn't.

Not much longer after that, you have just hidden the guitar in your flat like a reminder of him.

“You can still play?” You asked concerned, sitting back on the chair. You watched Samuel’s smile widened much more when opened the clinches and took his loved guitar out of the case. He hugged the body of his instrument by his big hands and witch the grace of queens, his left arm started to play chords. He wasn't even looking at his hands, he had his eyes closed and he was really quietly humming to the song.

You didn't know that one, you just saw moving his finger from the seventh to tenth fret, sometimes he wandered to the fifth one. You put your face in your hands, watching him quietly with a firm smile. The music from his playlist was muted and the only sound traveling by the stuffy air were the high notes played by the strums.

“Yeah, almost forgot it back in there,” Samuel said all of the sudden, waking you up from the trance. “But the guys out there were huge music lovers. They taught me again to play and they even taught me new serenades and songs to play. I had thirteen years to memorize every last one of them and my only wish was to play them for you.” He smiled firmly and you felt, how are your cheeks getting hotter.

“Don't take this personally, Sam,” you breathed out. “I'm really glad that you’re back and somewhere near, I really am. But it's not the best idea to mix my life with yours and the other way around. But I would love to be your friend.” You smiled him, watching his eyes twitched and looking at his lips smiling even more firmly.

“I get it. I would never do anything you're not feeling like.” He smiled and then he started singing. It was slow, full of emotions and passions, as you could say. Suddenly, you recognize that music from one of the older spy movies.

“I know that song!” You pointed at him and smiled. You know that tune, but not the words, so you started humming as he did before. His fingers moved along the frets slowly, pushing the strums to them when he should. There wasn't no hurried moves or a bad fingering, not once.

“Where do you know it from?” He looked at you meanwhile he played the break without looking back to the guitar.

“It’s one old spy movie, Angelina Jolie played in this movie before Tomb Raider.” You stated, not even thinking that he wouldn't know her. She was a worldwide famous actress.

“Before who played where?” He asked amused. That hit you hard. He really had to be without connection to civilization for a fair amount of time. Just there you noticed, that he’s prolonging the break because he didn't feel like singing or moving the song forward.

“Yeah, guess you're not only motorcycle boy or an idiot without the sense for discretion,” you stood up and poured yourself another glass of water. It was almost one p.m. Why did the time flew so fast with him? “You're a cultural primitive now.” You laughed and Samuel opened his mouth, then smiling and leaving your comment without a word.

“But we can manage that. I’ll help you with the last technical achievements and after that, you will be like a normal human being living in the 21st century. Even Sully knows Angelina Jolie!” You smiled at him and he finally broke the long break and started to sing another part of the song.

“What will be your repayment?” Samuel put the guitar away, curled his body until he was sitting directly facing you and smiled when he saw your opened mouth. The two of you could play this game.

“Well, it'll be some physical work for sure,” you heeled over to him with a smile on your lips. His smile started to fade slowly and his breathing was louder at that moment. “You’ll be like really sweaty after that.” Your fingers put some of your hair behind your ear and your eyes widened.

“I'm listening, my love.” He stated with the breath stuck in his throat.

“I need to help with some pretty heavy boxes to the top of my cabinet. You up to that?” You whispered. Well, Samuel was expecting something different coming out of your sweet lips, but this really amused him. He laughed loudly and you joined him in that, being all red and unintentionally cute.

“And that's all, you one bossy lady?” He got up, waiting for you to show him where to start. You got up next to him and led him to your bedroom.

“Yeah, I guess I don't really need anything else right now,” you smiled at him and showed him the mountain of boxes you had next to your bed. His eyes widened.

“You like killed somebody, or where did you get like... Twenty boxes of something?” Samuel asked in a quiet but playful voice. His face was acting like he was shocked and scared.

“It’s clothes for a charity, which is like seven months away. And I haven't got the time to move them into the cabinet. Are you up or not?” You raised your eyebrows, putting your palms on your sides.

“Well, I guess I don't want to be a cultural primitive anymore.” Samuel breathed out loud a caressed his own face with his palm. “Do I have another option?” He asked himself and went to lift the first one of the boxes.

It was a really fun afternoon, slowly turning into the evening. You spent like four hour moving the boxes to the cabinet, and you had to figure out how to Tetris them in, because there was a serious load of them. Sam got his breaks during that, smoking in front of the cabinet and watching it like it should move any time soon. Well, he was expecting it to break up, but that huge cabinet just kept standing.

He was telling you a lot of jokes, some of his hilarious prison stories and you found your satisfaction in watching him standing in front the opened cabinet, sweated at places where he should be and messing his hair with fingers. He looked like an antique statue with these ridiculously perceptible muscles.

If prison left him something, it had to be the ability to take care of himself and a body of a god. And at one moment, when you laid on your bed and watched how he smokes when the sun was slowly getting low, you found yourself wondering how that body feels like under the touch of your fingers.

You left those fantasies in a moment he turned to face you with a wide smile on his lip.

“Well, boss, I think it's done. It was tough work, but your boxes are in your cabinet, as you asked.” He sat next to you and you smiled, lazily laid down on your bed.

“Good job, my slave.” You joked and Samuel laughed.

“I guess it’s time to be on my way. I will call you and we will discuss when we see each other for a class of cultural tutoring.” He stood up and some feeling hit you in the spot next to your heart. Why does he have to go? Why can't he stay a little longer?

“Actually, I wouldn't mind some playing on guitar if you’re not in a hurry.” You sat quickly with the sheets in your palms. You held them tightly. Samuel, who stood in the doorframe, slowly turned around with a playful flame in his eyes.

“I would love to play something for you, Y/N,” he whispered and disappeared on a moment. When he came back, he was holding his guitar and slowly sitting down on your bed. “What would like to hear?” He asked, playing with the strings and slowly pulling them out, making them do a high-noted sound.

“That song you played before was really nice. Can I hear it again?” You asked, lying a bit closer, curling up to the leg which was supporting the guitar.

“I will play it every time you ask, angel.” He whispered and started to do make the guitar sound. It was angelic - his deep, husky voice singing such wispy words like a prayer, and you loved that. You loved that except for one thing. Just an itsy-bitsy tiny thing.

You forget how big turn on his singing voice was. You felt pretty badly. You asked him to play for you like two minutes ago and it would be pretty weird asking him to stop. So you let him play that song, whispering those words as tenderly as how he would whisper them to your ear, and you were starting to breathe loudly.

“Hey, boss?” He stopped all of a sudden, putting the guitar away and caressing your hair slowly. “You okay?”

You looked at him. The hair of the Litlle Mermaid was nothing against your cheeks. You were on fire, looking at him from the bottom and lying on your back. It was so fucking hard not to do anything too unpremeditated.

“I guess so.” You whispered and watched him, as he lowered himself on his elbow, watching you with those hungry eyes.

“You guess you're alright or you know that? Come on, Y/N, stop playing around. We waited for this for fifteen years, why should we keep running when we're both here now?” He asked, but didn't waited for you to give him a proper answer. He just did take your face in his hands and kissed you on the lips; first time gently as if he was waiting for a permit, then he started to be more eager. Not like he held you so tight it hurt, no way. His body just started to banging into yours more than before.

You found yourself amazed, sitting on him and not knowing what the fuck are you doing. Where was your I would love to be your friend from before? Yeah, sure, you want to be his friend, but with benefits, as it seemed. You practically confirmed him that you lied about being friends with him, but the lust in you was just too strong.

“What are we doing?” You said from tearing that insanely tight t-shirt down. It smelled like a bunch of cigarettes and sweat of a man. It smelled like heaven. Both of you stopped for a second, looking at each other, just your loud breathing could be heard in the room.

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Yeah, good question. What the hell were you doing? You said yourself like two hours ago, that you want to be his friend for now and nothing more. Where did this come from? You straddling his lap with your hair being a mess, hot rosy cheeks, and a total shut down brain from being horny? Maybe it was his fingers on the guitar or him ordering that help with the heavy boxes and then, how he sweated even more than before? But that husky voice was a total panties destroyer.

You didn't know - and he didn't either.

You had to laugh quietly when you recalled the nickname you and Nate gave him when attended to go to university with the help of Sully and your parents. Mister Samuel “I will charm your panties off” Morgan-Drake. That's how you both called him.

“I don't know, baby,” Samuel answered quickly and pulled that yoga top of your body. You were so much beautiful than he remembered. It was like the age gave you more and more beautiful each year. And having your breasts directly in front of his eyes was more than he ever needed. “But don't let me stop.”

“I would die if you stop, Sammy.” You swore under your breath, unable to look away from his face. You felt like he was about to cry, when his fingers slowly traveled down on your fair shoulders, slowly caressing every inch of your skin. It was like a setting on fire, those touches were so light and warm that you were still afraid that you're dreaming and he still isn't there after all.

“Is there anything wrong, Sam?” You lowered yourself when he hugged your back and slowly hid his face between your breasts as if he was hiding before the whole world. You felt him kissing the little piece of your skin between your breasts and your neck, but you closed your eyes and held him quietly.

“No. But now is everything how it should be from the start.” Samuel whispered and raised his face, so his forehead was gently leaning back to yours. You were pressed one on each other, skin on skin and you could feel his heart beating heavily in his chest. Well, your heartbeat was as rough as his. “I should be here the whole fifteen years for you, by your side and helping you to carry those boxes to your cabinet every year.” He joked and you smiled, breathing hot air into his face. Your eyes were firmly closed, why he was watching every curl of your hair and a happy smile on your lips. “I just know that I'm finally where I should have the whole time. Inside arms of the woman, who was the only one occupying my head all that time, you know, princess?” Samuel kissed you again, slowly with a smile.

You know what he was saying although his words may seem to be huge nonsense. He told you that he was home, that the huge tear in his thorax was now cured just like yours. And God, you know what peace he felt in that exact moment because you felt the same relief.

“Then kiss me before I'll change my mind, big guy.” You whispered back with your eyes closed firmly. You didn't have to ask twice, he fulfilled your wish as if it was his own. You held each other tight, you were the safe harbors to each other, a place where your boats were destined to dock in.

You became one soul separated into two bodies almost sixteen years ago and now it felt like coming together, the world started to make sense at once. He was not a man and with a woman in his arms, you weren't even two human beings hugging each other; you were just the lost and found souls.

You didn't even notice yourself making a move, but when you opened up your eyes again, you lied on your back and he was laying on his elbow, watching you without a world by his tender eyes. Samuel looked like a masterpiece drawn by Michelangelo and you know, he should be exposed at the museum. The sun was drawing circles on his body, highlighting some of his contours and making him look so young, so innocent and fascinated. He looked exactly like the man who left. You smiled and caressed his hair with a sentimental smile, making him look rebellious.

“What?” Samuel stopped whatever he was doing and just bounced on his elbows with an amused look on his face.

“Nothing,” you shook your head and blinked twice. “I just missed you.” You hold up your arms around his neck and letting your legs hug his sides by a tight hug.

“I'm glad you did.” Samuel smiled and took the advantage of you raising that pretty little ass of yours to his flanks. Meanwhile kissing you, he started to rock himself against your lap. You got his point and started to pull your pants off.

“Did. You. Missed. Me?” You got out of yourself between the passionate kisses, mourning into his lips. Then Samuel almost made you explode with the huskiest, erotic laugh in the whole world. “I did, my love, and you know that I did.”

“You might need to show me how much you did miss me in that prison.” You let your legs out of his sides and scooped a little to get those stupid leggings down.

“How much time do we have?” Samuel looked at your naked body with a pleased look on his face. You weren't the only one burning with desire and lust, he felt his body trembling with the overtook of the feelings inside him. He wanted to have your body right in the exact moment, he wanted to be all over you like a river, caressing every inch of the skin which tasted like salt and sun.

“I have a shift starting at five a.m.” You whispered and the smile on his face widened.

“That's enough time to show you three to four times. Maybe five, what do you say, my dove?” He started to climb down the bed with spit coming themselves to his mouth after seeing your legs so naughty opened apart, just welcoming him in that sweet valley of yours. You felt his hands everywhere around your thighs and his body moving down under the bed, kneeling on his knees. You closed your eyes, letting your hands lay down on your belly.

“Think that five seems,” you wanted to joke, but a scream of pleasure just came of your lips. Your back arched themselves, his tongue making wonders on the most sensitive piece of your body let your mouth wide open and your lungs gasping for some air. Yeah, it was some time since you let somebody touch you and it was a while since you met someone who understood what you wanted, but this was a whole new level of skills. Well, not new, but you didn't feel that for so long time, you actually forgot how that tongue of his felt between your legs. “Alright...”

You let him do the wonders with your pussy, letting him suck on that sweet little spot meanwhile his fingers send chills down your spine and showing you the edge of paradise. Whatever move he made, it felt just so fucking right. There was no need for words when you made those high-pitched erotic noises, music for his ears, yet you couldn't stop yourself from talking. You haven't say much, just thing like ”That's a way to go, Sammy,”, “That makes me feel so fucking good” and when he pushed you to the top but didn't let fall down, you mumbled “You’ll kill me if you stop, Samuel.”. You begged him to continue by moving your hips a little, but he didn't react to that.

Instead, he just traveled to one of your nipples with his hand, squeezing it firmly, still working with fingers inside you and slowly blowing that ice cold breath directly to your weak spot.

“What’s... The... Deal?” You panted heavily, unable to concentrate on your own words and stumbling on them, while he continued to blow.

“There isn't any sort of deal, love. I just want to hear as much of these beautiful noises as you can make.” Samuel answered with amusement and then he pushed you over the top with that face worth riding your orgasms against, actually making you scream his name out loud when you lost yourself in the waves of orgasm. It was a pretty good one - not the best you had, but still a really good one. He stayed until the last contraction of your pussy with his lips sucked to that spot and with his hand holding to your breast.

“Everything ok up there?” He asked when you have shut up for a minute or longer, just breathing out that beautiful experience. You chuckled, looking down to him and smoothing his jaw tenderly covered in a short stubble.

“Maybe I need another proof, dear mister Morgan.” You whispered and his eyes widened of pure joy meanwhile his palms started to take off his jeans. You were a small, irresistibly lovely demon in angles body worth the waiting in prison, definitely worth the slaps and arguments. Your look gave him more joy than any amount of money in this world. “I will gladly show you more than one proof, dear miss Y/N L/N.” He answered in a pure raspy voice.

Making you feel so good had left marks on him too. His lips were slightly swollen, his cheeks were as rosy as yours and his eyes shine like the distant stars. Both of you were equally covered in each other’s sweat and it just felt so goddamn great.

It wasn’t a tender lovemaking session as you would expect. He got into his element and practically tried to destroy your bed, broke it into two pieces with the rough motion of your bodies. He was trying to kiss you, hold his forearm against yours, but it was hard when you constantly bent your head backward with eyes closed and saying those curse word like holly praise. You only knew that your hands were tightly entwined and that your knees were high on his waist, holding him close firmly.

It was a rough and animally raw act of showing you everything he kept inside of him and what he couldn't say out loud in words. Yet, or rather because of it, it was so damn rough, it felt perfect. You were just like two energies meeting and bumping into one another with a beautifully brutal force, changing each other forever.

When it was over, when the small infinity between you disappeared, both of you lied entwined together like two pieces of rope, without a single move. You just breathed and felt how Samuel kissed that small place under your jaw that he fell in love with a long time ago. You didn't want it to end, you were too afraid to let him go and lose him again. You closed your eyes, hugging him tightly and trying to calm yourself down.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked, nuzzling his face into your neck with a satisfied expression.

“That I’ll not survive if you leave me again.” You answered, closing your eyes and cuddling more into his warm body.

“You wish,” Samuel chuckled, caressing your hip slowly. “You will speak differently after a month or two.”

“Maybe you don’t have to rush?” You smiled, completely changing the subject. He looked surprised, tilting his head over to you.

“What?”

“Next time you'll come to see me, bring yourself a toothbrush and some clothes. We’ll find you a place in my cabinet.” You giggled, letting his lips carefully caressing your face with soft kisses.

“Does it mean I have to rearrange those boxes with those dead bodies?” He looked at your cabinet as if it was his worst enemy.

“I guess so...” You laughed, when he crushed his head into the pillow, leaving noises of pure suffering and a quiet “Oh God, please no.”

#samuel #Samuel Drake #samuel drake x reader #Nathan Drake #imagine #uncharted fanfiction #little sadie #warm foothills #alt-j #victor sullivan #the last and final part #i promise #this is the end #Victor goddamn Sullivan #rafe adler

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thesorceressyennefer · 6 years

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Hey friend! Congrats on 1k! You are so talented, and a huge inspiration 💜 The song/fic idea is super creative! One of my favorite personal headcannons is that Modern!Lumax's song is 'when I'm with you' by Best Coast!💛💛 I would love a sweet little modern lumax fic, and you write lumax better than anyone. Happy writing and have fun! -@michael-hearteyes-wheeler

Thank you so much Allie, you are too kind!! “When I’m With You” is such a lumax bop, I loved it! The modern part of your request got a little lost in the 2 months it took me to write this, but the time period is pretty ambiguous so I hope this is acceptable lol! @michael-hearteyes-wheeler

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Max knew UCLA had been the right choice.

It didn’t matter that she had slowly fallen in love with Hawkins. With the teeny tiny downtown with that housed a whopping two decent restaurants. With the leaves that turned bright, beautiful colors she’d never seen in California. And most importantly, with the people who became her family.

Hawkins didn’t have the ocean (no matter how many times the party argued with her that Lake Michigan was basically the same thing). It didn’t have endless days of sunshine. It didn’t have the unexplainable feeling of comfort and familiarity she felt in California, even in the parts of the state she hadn’t been before.

At least that’s what she told herself as her dad pulled out of the parking lot and she turned back around to face her dorm building, a sense of both abandonment and adventure swirling in the pit of her stomach.

She had been able to tag along with the Sinclairs to drop Lucas off at Yale, as his semester started a few weeks before her first quarter. She wondered if this was how he felt after they all drove away. Was it panic or excitement that won out in the end for him?

She decided to ask him, heading back into her dorm room and dialing the number of his dorm room, then panicking because it was only 1 p.m. and he was probably in class, but oh wait, no, there’s a three hour time difference now—

“Hello?”

“Hey stalker,” said Max, relaxing into her chair.

“Hi Mad Max,” she could hear the smile in Lucas’s voice. “You get moved in okay?”

“Yeah, first one here, so I got to claim bottom bunk.”

Lucas asked about her room and how her dad is doing, distracting her from the reason she called until a silence settles, the terror creeps back in, and she remembers.

“Be honest were you kind of freaking out when your parents and Erica and I left you at your dorm room?”

“Oh no, I was completely calm waiting for the stranger I was supposed to be sleeping five feet from to come back from shopping, alone in a city I had only been in once before, no idea what college classes would be like…” Lucas paused. “Of course I was freaking out. I sobbed into my pillow. And if you tell any of the party I told you that I’m flying to California and stealing your skateboard.”

“So what I’m hearing is that if I want you to visit, I just have to tell Dustin how you cried like a little baby.”

“I’d rather you just ask me to visit.”

“Okay, I guess I could just do that.”

Lucas never understood the way Max used “home” interchangeably to refer to Hawkins and California until he left Indiana himself.

He never thought he’d miss boring Hawkins, where nothing ever changed. But he missed knowing every street name, every curve of the road, every neighbor’s name. He missed the ice cream from Scoops Ahoy, even though the Baskin-Robbins around the corner tastes nearly identical. When classes felt too difficult, when friends felt too few and far between, he found himself wishing for home.

Then, he went back to Hawkins for Christmas break and felt the same yearning for home, only this time home was New Haven. He felt himself wishing for his favorite bench in the park near campus, for a place with a decent latte, and even for his usual spot in among the stacks in the library.

“It’s so weird how New Haven feels like home now, but Hawkins also feels like home, but, like, in a different way” he told Max as they sat on the floor of his bedroom.

“I know what you mean,” said Max, stretching her leg out to push her foot playfully against Lucas’s. “I wish I could have Hawkins and LA together.”

“And New Haven?” Lucas asked softly, ready to laugh it off as a joke, but hoping Max would say yes.

“And New Haven,” Max agreed, smiling at him.

Max loved when Lucas came to visit. All of the places she felt tired of—Third Street Promenade, the Getty, Dodger’s games—were all made new every time he came to visit. She was never bored with him around, even if they were just skating in circles around Venice or sharing an In-N-Out shake.

Instead of getting used to being apart, Max felt it getting harder and harder to be without Lucas each passing year. The ocean’s beauty dimmed without Lucas’s perpetual astonishment in every detail at the beach. The view around the Griffith Observatory wasn’t as beautiful without him in the foreground.

Worse was going back to her apartment at the end of each day and going to bed alone. She hated that she had ever complained about Lucas’s snoring. She’d put up with any amount of noise just to know he was right there, within arm’s reach.

The truth was she was starting to feel like home wasn’t a city, it was Lucas. The last time she visited Lucas, she felt just as at home wandering around New Haven with his hand in hers as she did wandering around LA.

Their lives take Max and Lucas many places: New York for a few years, then to San Francisco for grad school, then back to Hawkins when Mrs. Sinclair falls ill, then to Portland, then finally back to Los Angeles to be near Max’s father when they find out she’s pregnant.

Lucas doesn’t even realize how that yearning for towns past disappears when he moves in to his first apartment with Max, never to reappear through any of these cities.

Now when his boss is being impossible or he feels lonely, he still wishes for home. But home is now the arms of his wife, wherever she may be.

Max doesn’t notice the way she stops comparing every city to her hometown.

Whatever city she’s in, it’s just the backdrop. Her home is standing firmly in the foreground, and even when he’s not there, she can close her eyes and see him so clearly with the long-ago-lost camouflage bandana across his forehead.

#michael-hearteyes-wheeler #lumax #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #i dont even remember my tag for song fics shit #did i even have one lol #rachel celebrates #???#my writing #mine #it's been so long since ive written anything be kind #also this one goes out to all of you starting college in the next few weeks!!!#have fun be safe y'all!

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NOTE: Life is terrible sometimes. And wonderful sometimes. I've just been going through a few months of "terrible" and am trying to claw my way through to the wonderful side. Thanks for your patience if you're still reading.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Half an hour passed. In that time, Glinda had taken Nessarose inside to get a bracing cup of tea to help soothe her jitters over being attacked. Elphaba spoke with the Monkeys, helped them come to an understanding; they would stay on and try to help to repay her for their freedom. She made it clear it was not required, but that she would be appreciative. From what she could puzzle out of their responses, they considered themselves honour-bound; to them, it was not a matter of opinion. They owed a debt and they would pay it.

Then horrible news came to Elphaba through her eye patch. Her sister and friend looked on anxiously as she stood stock still, letting out horrible, wailing sounds. When they could finally rouse her back to them, she had very little to say.

"All the crows… Draven… dead."

Some time passed as they got yet another cup of tea into Elphaba's hands. Nessa stayed well away from the Monkeys, but Glinda had an easier time steering her to a bench closer to the door inside. Once her sister had a few gulps of the steaming liquid inside of herself, she was a bit more open to speaking.

"The man of straw did it," Elphaba said hoarsely, tears clinging to her cheeks. It was odd how Glinda had never seen her cry much back at Shiz, and now it seemed to be happening on such a regular basis. "Murdered my murder! They scarcely… had called out to them to halt, and he started scooping them out of the air, twisting their n-necks… I'm…"

Again, Glinda held her close, pressing her lips into her cheek now and again to show comfort. After a moment, Nessa picked up one of her hands and began to pet it, and Elphaba didn't even have the heart to snap at her or wave her off.

"They must pay. All four of them — and their little dog-cat, too! I'll see to it personally!"

"Elphie," Glinda warned her, tone becoming a little firmer but still more or less gentle as a babbling brook. "You can't just… just pay them back, an eye for an eye! Isn't our entire goal here to be kind to Animals? Doesn't it seem kind of contrarious to go around passing judgement on these strangers?"

When Elphaba turned her glittering eyes upon Glinda, wild and dangerous, Glinda felt a couple of different emotions well up. Though the first and largest was fear, followed by concern, deep down, buried beneath the ones she knew were acceptable… was excitement. Seeing her friend so passionate made her heart beat so fast, and to deny she wanted to see what she might do with that passion was difficult, indeed. But somehow, she managed.

"We can't let this go on," she snapped, rising from the bench. "One way or the other."

By the time the three women reached the Monkeys, Nessa's hand was in Glinda's for comfort. Elphaba wasted no time clapping for their attention. "Yes?" asked Chistery, creeping closer on all four limbs.

"Go and find Dorothy and her thugs! Bring them here! I'll have them stopped or die in the attempt!" When they merely blinked up at her, concerned and vaguely confused, she waved her arms and shouted, "FLY!"

They flew.

"At least there's that," Nessa breathed when the square was empty, sinking down to her knees as she finally let her adrenaline ebb away. "Must we deal with such foul beasts?!"

"They aren't foul," Elphaba said, voice still strained from having been so upset before. "They're just as entitled to be who they are as you or I! Without b-being… being decapitated!"

Glinda stood and patted her on the shoulder. "They have every right to get ahead in life, it's true!" When Elphaba glared daggers at her, she whispered, "What? What'd I say?"

The now-useless eye patch was discarded once they returned inside to make preparations. Likely, she would try to bespell it again, perhaps to see through Chistery's eyes. But Glinda would not have been surprised if she instead buried it in honour of her fallen feathered friends. They had not been together long or for very often at a time, yet she knew the Crows were good friends of hers; Glinda herself had also come to think of them as allies, even if they made her mildly uncomfortable. She only hoped they would find time to mourn them once they had tended more pressing matters.

Though Nessa seemed the least desirous of defending herself, a long poker from the kitchen fires was in her hands by the time they gathered on a parapet walkway, facing the direction in which the Crows and Monkeys had departed. Glinda had her wand out, hanging loosely at her side with a small bag of red powder clutched in the other hand, while Elphaba had her broom nearby as she paged through the Grimmerie, looking for any last-minute aides to their situation.

And then the time was at hand. The creatures circled above them before diving low, bringing five squirming forms within reach. Glinda's heart leapt into her throat, but she knew all was not lost; after all, they might have been outnumbered before, but with the Monkeys on their side…

"Elphie, I'm afraid," Glinda whispered. "I'm tired of confronting people!"

"Stand your ground."

"But what if that straw-man twists my neck?! That doesn't sound like any fun, not any fun at all!"

Gripping her shoulder, Elphaba spun her just enough to look her in the eyes before whispering, "I will die before I let anyone harm a curly hair on your head."

Again, her heart thundered so much within her breast that she thought it might explode.

"Let me go!" begged Dorothy as she was lowered to the ground before them by the Monkeys. "P-please! You can't be- what do you want with us?!"

But around that time, the thrashing girl's dark eyes settled upon the firm, severe features of Elphaba. She stilled when they were being lowered to the ground, completely captivated by the murderous glare from the witch, unable to reply right away. Nessa's eyes were only for the tin woodman, but the other two were fixated on the foreigner to their land.

"Well?" Elphaba demanded as the others were brought in for a landing, thrashing about as they were.

"W-Well, what?" she whispered hoarsely.

"You have killed my friends. Family. And you come now here to kill me." Striding forward, Elphaba raised both arms and grasped the girl's shoulders, bringing her in to growl, "I should snap you in half like you've done to the Crows!"

"They attacked us!" she squeaked. Spotting a flash of the lion's mane, she turned toward her travelling troupe, desperately demanding, "Didn't they? Gosh, weren't we only protecting ourselves? Haven't we any right to do that?!"

Shaking her briefly, Elphaba spat, "You killed them all! Give me one good reason I shouldn't do the same to you before you've got a chance to do it to us!"

Before Dorothy could reply, the lion sprang from the Monkeys, paws extended and jaws wide, roaring for all it was worth. However, Glinda had been ready for this. Shaking open the pouch, she tossed it directly into his face, watching the great cloud of dust swirl around his muzzle as he shook his mighty head to and fro. Of course, he still ended up knocking her off her feet, but as she scrambled back from her he sagged to the ground.

"NO!" Dorothy screeched. "What have you done to him?!"

"Be more concerned about what I'm going to do to you!" Elphaba snarled.

"Do what you want!" the weird little tin soldier shouted. "This one is mine!" And with no further ado, he jerked from the Monkeys' heedless grasp, able to stay one step ahead of their attempts to catch him up again as he flew not at Elphaba… but at Nessa.

"AH!" she gasped, staggering back as the blade of his axe rang out against her poker. "STOP! You don't have to- wh-why attack me?! I'm h-hardly any threat!"

"You're the only threat that concerns me!"

While Nessa was still struggling with him, Glinda pushed to her feet and away from the beast who had taken a snoutful of her poppy-powder, stirring restlessly but unable to rouse himself. Then she glared down the only one who had yet to attack them, other than the useless black dog.

"Well? Are you next? Do I have to show you what this wand can do?!"

"Not me," the scarecrow said with an odd, carefree chuckle. For that was what he was: a scarecrow. She hadn't quite put it together before seeing him up close. Definitely a man made of straw, with painted eyes and mouth, and a large-brimmed hat perched on top of his straw-stuffed head. The laugh was charming… and vaguely familiar, but she wasn't sure why. "But you might have to if you lay a hand on Dorothy. She doesn't deserve to be punished, and I won't let you harm her!"

"You all deserve to be punished!" Elphaba screamed out. "And you will be — right now! Come on, let's go! Come along!"

The Monkeys helped to hoist the lion up and drag him along, but a few more were needed to prise the tin man off Nessa. She gratefully followed, pointing both his axe and her poker at him in case he managed to give his captors the slip again.

"Come to my castle," Elphaba muttered under her breath as they descended deeper and deeper into the castle, conjuring a flame when it grew too dark to see. Glinda noticed Dorothy flinch in sheer terror when this happened. "Drop a house on my beloved, kill my Crows, come to my castle and try to kill me! And you claim you aren't even from Oz! What liberties you from the Northern Kingdoms take with everyone! Well, I won't have it. I won't!"

A little "hmm" floated out of the scarecrow, but that was the only reaction from the companions. For her own part, Dorothy began to plead with them, voice shaking, eyes and nose streaming. "Please! W-we had no choice, we- I didn't even want to be here, but-"

"Do you ever SHUT UP?!"

Laying a hand on Elphaba's arm as they finally reached the lowest floor of all, Glinda whispered, "Maybe we should listen to her, Elphie. I don't really get what's going on, and I'm sorry about Draven and the others, but… I think we have ourselves in the middle of a misunderstanditude."

"Well, I do not," she snapped as she lit a few of the torches in the wall sconces with an idle gesture. "I think they must be locked up for what they've tried to do here today! They can rot in these dungeons for eternity, and I won't care one thin whit about it!"

"I agree," Nessa breathed warily, eyes still on the thrashing of her assailant. "Whatever th-they're doing here, however they think we've wronged them in the past… they obviously mean us harm. Incarceration seems wise, does it not?"

"You'll pay for this," the tin-plated assailant growled, again trying to lurch away from the Monkeys. It seemed they learned from their previous lapse, catching him up easily and holding him in check. "I'LL PART YOUR PRETTY HEAD FROM YOUR SHOULDERS!"

"Shame on you!" Glinda spat at the man. For whatever reason, this cowed him instantly, and he fell limp and silent. "Thank goodness — there's an echo down here, and all that noise…!"

The lion was the first to be locked away, easy as that was while he was almost entirely comatose. The scarecrow went willingly when he saw they only meant to lock them up, which then left them to wrestle the tin man into a cell, clap him in irons so that he wouldn't run back out again, shove a length of chain between his jaws to keep him quiet, and shut the door.

"There," Nessa sighed in relief, finally lowering her two weapons. "Now it's just the girl."

"Very well," Dorothy said in a prim and proper voice that didn't seem to befit her, shaking as she was. Glinda narrowed her eyes at her, a little surprised at this odd attitude. "I'll… I'll go in, I'll be good, if you promise not to forget about me! Th-this can't be forever, alright? Please don't say it is, you mustn't!"

Waving one of her hands as if batting aside the words, Elphaba snapped, "Very well, very well. Just go in and give me time to-"

But she hadn't noticed the plot the girl was hatching. Sometime while begging for her life, or perhaps before that, she had produced a large jug from within her ever-present wicker basket, uncorked it, and the instant Elphaba seemed distracted enough for her to act, she hurled its contents upon the witch.

And nothing happened.

That isn't quite true; something did happen. Elphaba spluttered and shook her head, startled out of whatever she had been saying previously. Then she blinked down at the girl in wonderment.

"What… I… what is this?" Raising a hand to her cheek, she rubbed her fingers back and forth and sniffed. "It's… just water. Is this water?"

Glinda hesitantly approached as the others who were more or less lucid looked on, the Monkeys having recaptured Dorothy after their lapse. Feeling oddly brave, perhaps because they had successfully captured the intruders, she pressed a finger to Elphaba's hand, then raised it to her own lips, darting the tip of her tongue down to retrieve a single droplet.

"Good water, too! Not like that murky muck we have at Shiz, oh no; this is pure Gillikinese mountain springwater, or I'm not an Upperupland!"

By the time they returned their attentions to Dorothy, it was to see she was slack-jawed and staring at Elphaba, as if she had just appeared from within the jug herself. A moment later, when she registered their glares, she began to shake and whimper.

"What… precisely is the meaning of this?" Elphaba asked in a strangely mild tone.

"Oh… oh, I didn't… they said it would work, th-that it was the only way, and I kn- I knew I could never- but it didn't work, and now I'm done for! Wh-why did I ever think I had a chance?! Ever since I f-first saw all these witches, and the Lollipop Guild, I should have known th-that I-"

"The what guild?" Nessa asked in confusion. "Where was this?"

"Where my house landed! They were with you, weren't they? Carrying those spears! O-only now Madame Morrible said she's in charge of the Guild with you gone from the East!"

Grasping her shoulder and shaking her again, Elphaba demanded, "What didn't work, you stupid child?! Speak up! What's the purpose in throwing water on me? Did you think I was on fire? Did you think me an enormous plant and you were going to make me sprout flower petals?!"

Glinda noticed Nessa straining not to comment on that last question.

"WAIT! P-please, I'll be good, I'll g-go into the hoosegow, I promise, I w-was only doing as I w-was told, Uncle Henry and Aunt Em alw-ways told m-me to do as I'm told or I'll be- I'm sorry, you'll never know how sorry!"

"What did you mean to DO with that water?!"

"OW! You're hurting me!"

"I'll hurt you worse if you don't-"

"ELPHIE!" When Elphaba rounded on her, eyes wild, Glinda hissed, "Look at the girl for a twigging second, will you?"

"I am looking at her!"

"No, you're looking past her to how much you want revenge! Really look this time!"

Grumbling all the while, Elphaba turned her eyes down. What she saw was a sobbing girl, even younger than they had been when starting at Shiz. Her white linen dress was grimy and ripped in a few places, her arms bruised, nails filthy. The dirt on her cheeks had been cut through by tracks of tears, and her hair was disheveled so badly that it would need to be well-combed before it could be put right again. The only part of her that remained much as it was the last time they had seen her were the shimmering golden shoes, standing out oddly against her pleasant-but-plain looks and her humble manner.

"Come now," Glinda said in a more reasonable tone, taking the girl's other shoulder. The way she flinched away spoke volumes to her state of mind, but Glinda tried again, whispering, "Why did you throw that water?"

"Th-the Wizard… he s-said if I killed the witch, I c-could… I could go home… to Kansas, b-but I didn't want to, I don't know how to kill anybody! Th-then I heard down in the square of the Green City-"

"Emerald City," Glinda corrected automatically without thinking about it.

"Y-yes," she said, before falling to a coughing fit. A growl of impatience sounded deep in Elphaba's throat, but Glinda swatted her on the shoulder with her wand to keep her from interrupting. "I overheard some of the queer little folk there s-saying that… that pure water might melt the Wicked Witch, s-so I figured… I might manage that! I hadn't any other plan, you know? If she r-really was wicked, then she'd have deserved it, a-and if not, th-then nothing would happen! Besides, I can't take up a sword or a pistol, I don't know a lick about such things, and I c-couldn't make myself do it if I did know how!"

Having absorbed this revelation with lightning speed, Elphaba sighed, "How idiotic the citizens of Oz are now that they can believe something like that. Incredible!"

"That's what I said," the scarecrow scoffed from behind his bars. "And I don't have any brains!"

While Glinda was squinting over at him, trying to summon something from the depths of her memory, Elphaba remained focused on the girl. "So. You meant to kill me, after all. Watching you crying and carrying on like that, I was starting to think maybe this had all been a simple mistake. But here you are, admitting that you just attempted to end my life."

Dorothy gaped up at her again. "B-but… they said you were wicked and horrible! That you were terrorising everyone in the whole land of Oz, and th-that… I'd be doing them all a favour if I got rid of you! And his secretary was so nice to me, that I thought it must… must be true…"

"That sounds extremely familiar," Glinda murmured out the side of her mouth.

"Maybe you are wicked! I don't know, I don't know anything! All I know is r-raising crops and milking cows, I'm… I'm nothing but a homesick girl, so when he said it was important, th-that I had to do it if I wanted to go home… what else could I do?!"

"You could have not tried to commit murder yet again! My crows are dead, my Fiyero is dead, and you've just admitted I was next on your assassination list! Even if you were coerced and lied to, it doesn't make any difference!" Pushing her into the waiting arms of the monkeys, she snapped, "Throw her in a cell!"

"Elphie!" Glinda gasped.

"I said to put her in a cell, not hang her from a tower!" she snapped right back as they locked her up. "I'm… I'll have to think about what to do with her! Aren't I allowed to think?"

At that, Glinda couldn't argue. On the one hand, she thought Dorothy sweet and sad, a tragic figure. On the other, she didn't trust her any more than Elphaba did. At a loss, she looked over toward Nessarose.

"Don't ask me," she said flatly, dropping the poker now that danger had passed. "All of this is… I'm simply exhausted from all the walking. The magic of the shoes might help my legs move, but they still get tired, and so does the rest of me."

"Let's leave them to rot while we discuss the matter," Elphaba bade them. "We… can speak more freely when we're not in front of the prisoners."

As they filed out, Glinda caught the scarecrow gazing balefully at the three of them, as if having a very private, very intense thought. She quirked an eyebrow, but all he did was flash back a silly little smile that had her rolling her eyes as they filed up the stairs.

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"They can stay down there forever."

Nessarose nodded her agreement as they gathered again in the throne room. Though it was not a location with anything they might find useful, it seemed somewhat appropriate that they use it when discussing the fate of their new prisoners. "I wouldn't shed any tears if they did."

"You only think that because you don't want to deal with Boq," Elphaba sighed. "Though I'm glad you're in agreement."

"The girl… I really can't be sure," Nessa sighed as Glinda looked back and forth between them. "I want to believe her, but after what she did to the Crows, and having Boq along… how can we take her at her word?"

"Wait, wait," Glinda said with a raise of her hand. "What's this about Boq?" They both simply stared at her. "What?"

"You really didn't recognise him?" Elphaba said in stunned disbelief.

"No! I was too busy worrying about Dorothy, and that crazy ranting… the… oh no." Hand flying to her mouth, she breathed, "He's the tin man! Isn't he?!"

Nodding, Nessa turned away to pace toward one of the windows. "I knew it was him at once, but he tried to kill me almost immediately so I had no chance to mention it. You two probably didn't notice, but even the girl was shocked by how violent he was. And… and so was I."

"And I was not," Elphaba put in. "If I didn't have a reason to hate Boq before — which I didn't, not really — I most certainly do now."

"Why?" Nessa snapped suddenly, voice boiling with acid. "As you're so fond of reminding me, it's my fault he turned out this way. Right? I drove him to this by trapping him in Munchkinland, then almost killing him, and… and I'm no better than you, or Dorothy, or anyone else who's tried to kill someone the past few weeks."

They were all silent for a moment as they absorbed that statement, and all its accompanying implications. It was Glinda who cleared her throat to say, "Maybe so, Nessie. But what I got out of just now was… Elphie has a reason to hate Boq, and that reason is…?"

Sufficiently prodded, Elphaba rolled her eyes. Maybe Glinda was being painfully obvious about what she was getting at, but she had no valid reason to sidestep her efforts. "That he attacked my sister. No one gets to do that but me." When they both turned shocked expressions on her, she ducked her head and added, "Not in the way he did, of course!"

"Of course," Glinda harrumphed, though she was smiling. It might have been a small victory, but she would take it and run with it.

"Now we have a problem," Nessa sighed, brow furrowed as she stared out the window. Too distracted to have fully realised what Elphaba said. "My ex-paramour and a strange girl from the Kingdom of Kansas, and her other weird accomplices… what are we supposed to do with them all?"

"Tin Man can stay locked down there until he rusts for all I care," Elphaba announced. "But you're right, the others… is it strange that I feel it difficult to hold a grudge against the girl, even though this is her third attempt at murder?"

Nodding, Glinda prodded at her chin with the tip of her wand. "Yeah… she really does seem to be a victim of circumstance. She claims that she has no powers, and if that's the truth, then there would be no way for her to drop an entire house on Fiyero, would there?"

"There's still the Crows to answer for," she said firmly. "Though I can see how an entire murder of crows swarming them all at once would be intimidating, they killed every last one. That's quite an overreaction!"

"As for throwing water on you, my sister… you heard what the Wizard told her." Nessa looked apologetic as she finally turned to look at them again. "He had us all fooled before he turned on us, with his promises of prosperity and apprenticeship, and so on. We were supposed to have an alliance, he and I… and then betrayal, just because the Munchkinlanders stopped approving of my policies! I find it pretty easy to believe that if he swore to send her back to her home if she took care of a witch that was 'wicked and horrible', it would be easy to justify… you know."

"Wait," Glinda said as she took a step toward her. "An alliance? You and His Wizliness? When did this happen?"

"While you two were off 'finding yourselves'. It wasn't a very close alliance; he merely visited to make sure I was settling in as Eminent Thropp, and… well, and he asked me to report to him if I had any contact with you." When she saw two sets of eyes widen in her direction, she held up a hand and said, "But I didn't! I… well, I wasn't sure what to think between you giving me the shoes, a-and what happened with Boq… so I just stayed silent. I figured if you really were as wicked as he believed, you wouldn't have helped me, and… and he'd track you down eventually, anyway."

"Why didn't you help us in return for helping you?"

Her narrow shoulders shrugged. "Despite what they said about me… I'm no witch. What could I have done?"

"She's right." Unexpectedly, this admission came from a very weary Elphaba. "As much as I don't approve of her methods of presiding over Munchkinland…"

"Tell her, not me," Glinda said. "She's right here in the room, you know."

"Fine. Nessa… I'm…" Sweeping her hat from her head, she turned it between her fingers for a moment. "I'm sorry I've been so harsh on you, even if you have deserved it. You're my sister, and… and family is supposed to get second chances. And third… and fourth…"

Though she was smiling, what Nessa said was, "This does not sound like much of an apology, but I think I understand. Just promise me that you understand that, whatever our problems were, you're always going to be my Fabala."

"I promise I'll try not to hate you calling me that," Elphaba said through clenched teeth. They nodded to each other. "But I think we should table that and our worries about the past until after we deal with the present."

"Right," Glinda said, tapping her chin. "The queer quintet who came calling."

"Er… yes." Elphaba shot her a mildly confused look before turning to look in the general direction of the doors. "What ever are we going to do with them?"

"I have an idea. You and Nessa should look through the book, see if you can find something to take a little of the tension out of the tin boy. Maybe a magical muzzle for the mangy beast. As for me…" Pursing her lips, she paced back and forth for a few seconds before asking, "Do you either of you have some rope to spare?"

To Be Continued…

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I watch as Tommy and Nikki finish up their MTV interview to promote the new album, Nikki glancing at me every now and then.

"And, before we go, can you repeat those dates again for the release of the video of first single and the debut of the album?"

"Uh, the 'Girls, Girls, Girls' video--we're filming for that around the end of the month, the album's coming out between May fifth and May tenth, probably." Nikki states.

"Alright, you heard it here. May is gonna be the month of Mötley Crüe, obviously when those release details become more specific we will let you all at home know but for now just keep your eyes on May. Nikki, Tommy, it's always a great talk anytime you're in the studio with us, we appreciate you dropping by."

"No problem." Nikki says.

"Anytime, Dude." Tommy adds.

"Good luck with the album, it's gonna be at the top of the charts when it's out, I guarantee."

"Thanks, we really appreciate that." Tommy nods.

"And good luck also with shooting the video, I'm sure plenty of our audience will be looking forward to all the women, and of course we'll be looking forward to all the censoring we're gonna have to edit in." The interviewer's last line is sarcastic as he shakes their hands, and they laugh. "Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee of Mötley Crüe, folks. Don't go anywhere." He finishes as they cut, and Nikki waves me over, sitting his coffee cup down to reach for my water bottle in my hand.

I give it to him and he nearly drinks the entire thing before handing it back to me.

"Thank you, babe." He says to me, letting out a breath as the interviewer bids them one last "goodbye" as they stand up and stretch.

We have to meet Mick, Vince and Doc at their rehearsal space so they can continue their auditions for background singers.

So far, the girls that have tried out are either gorgeous but can't sing, and the ones who can sing like Whitney Houston aren't "hot enough to be on the same stage as Mötley Crüe", even though I've seen them hook up with far worse.

I haven't said a word about 'You're All I Need' because the giant, heavy scratch my key left on the entire passenger side of Nikki's brand new car will say plenty when he finally notices it.

So far he hasn't even driven the thing since he's been back. It's just been in the garage.

"...Okay, thank you for your time." Nikki pipes to the pretty dark-haired girl with almost honey colored eyes.

I think she's on the "hot but talentless" list.

"Dude, we're never gonna find fucking singers." Tommy groans, rubbing his face.

"Viv, can you sing?" Vince whines.

"Like chalk against a chalk board." I reply blankly and he sighs.

"All this has been is just hours and hours of disappointment with a few good blowjobs in between." Vince states.

"Just shut up and be patient." Mick tells them.

Doc sends the next girl in, and I see everyone's faces light up because she's pretty.

Blonde hair, a nice figure, and she dresses the part.

"Hi." She greets us with a smile.

"Hi." Vince grins back.

"I-I'm Donna McDaniel." She says next.

"Okay, here's some lyrics." Nikki hands her a sheet of paper with the main lines of a few of their songs she'd have to sing backup for and she takes it. "Start when you're ready."

The relief on their faces when she starts, makes me want to laugh.

She's attractive and she can sing.

"When you leave, tell Doc that we're interested, and he'll lead you to where you can stay until we finish up." Nikki informs her and she nods, handing the music back to him.

"Thank you." She tells them as she steps out.

"No, thank you." Vince says out of earshot, looking a little more hopeful that they'll find their second singer.

And sure enough, they do.

Within forty more minutes, they're sending everyone else home after another blonde, named "Emi" but she pronounces it "Amy", comes in.

I can see Vince's mind churning up how to get her and Donna to fuck around with him, and Nikki can see it, too.

Once Emi is sent to wait with Donna, Nikki's going into military sergeant mode.

"If we hire them," he starts, pointing at Tommy and Vince, "nobody fucks them. Got it?"

"What? Why?" Vince looks heartbroken.

"You don't shit in your own backyard, man, that's why. They're employees, we're the bosses."

"Yeah, Vinnie, we can't have employees having us wrapped around their finger." Tommy adds with a nod.

"It's the easiest pussy there possibly will ever be, are you serious?" Vince complains.

"If it's so easy, why did they both turn you down already?" I point out and he glares at me.

"Just. Don't. Fuck. Them. Got it?" Nikki sternly asks.

I guess now is a good time to mention that Nikki fucked Donna on the "Girls" tour.

The closer we got to tour, the more adamant Nikki was about cutting his addiction.

But, despite him constantly saying "I'm done with it" and throwing away everything to get high on, I'd always find him crawling around in our yard, naked, with his shot gun...carrying on about midgets and Mexicans.

It wouldn't take the neighbors five minutes to call and let me know he was out there.

Trying to tell them a believable excuse was the hard part.

I let out a soft breath, pulling the covers tighter over me, drifting further and further into sleep as the sound of our ceiling fan and Nikki flickering his lighter from the closed closet every now and again moves through the room, and lulls me to sleep.

I don't know what time it is when I wake up to the sound of Nikki screaming, running out of our room, but I force myself to sit up as quickly as I can and go after him.

I turn on the light in the hallway just in time to see him pressing the "panic" button on our security system contact box, which alerts West Tech, our security company, and they send out one of their people to come check on the situation.

"Nikki, what the hell?!" I ask him and he turns to look at me, pissed off and paranoid.

"I'm tired of these bastards not giving us any peace."

"W-What? Who?"

"You know who!"

"Nikki, what are you talking about?!"

He had smoked his crack and convinced himself our security had bugged the house and were watching him, constantly.

Then, he had decided "no, it's the FBI that's watching me" and gained the courage to set off the alarm to our security that something wasn't right.

And then, by the time West Tech arrived, Nikki was turning on them, again.

"Nikki, let me get to the door." I tell him calmly as the knocking continues.

"Fuck off!" Nikki shouts.

"Mr. Sixx, it's Chris with West Tech--"

"--Get off of my fucking property or I'll fucking shoot you!" He screams as we stand on the other side of the door, his shotgun ready. "You motherfuckers have bugged my house and I'm not fucking taking it anymore!"

"Mr. Sixx--"

They stop trying the second Nikki cracks the door open, and points his gun at all of them.

I hear them scatter to their van, the tires screeching as they quickly make a break for it.

He slams the door shut and locks it, the both of us waiting in silence until we decide they're gone.

"You called our security...then shot at them because they answered the call..." I point out to him, exhausted, and he looks down at me. "I'm sleeping in the guest bedroom." I state.

I lock the door behind me and climb into the bed, hearing Nikki go back to our bedroom, and I envy Karen for staying over at a friend's house because Nikki is starting to really wear me down with his shit.

The next few nights consists of Nikki, Tommy, me and the director working on the music video, Wayne Isham, trying to decide what strip club would be best to film the video for "Girls, Girls, Girls" at.

And me and Nikki arguing over another matter that is too be determined:

"I said I'm not gonna be in the video." I repeat to Nikki, crossing my arms and he raises a brow.

"Babe, it's not that serious." Nikki states.

"I already told you I'm not comfortable with it."

"You wear bikinis all the time, you wear thongs and bras all the time...It's not like I'm gonna have you up there topless or anything." He motions to the stage of the Seventh Veil.

"Nikki, I'm not comfortable with it. Why can't you just let that go?"

"Why can't you be more fun?"

"Nikki, it's fine if she doesn't want to." Tommy lightly tells him with a chuckle.

Nikki doesn't even hear him, too busy focusing on me to see if he cracked me or not.

"Are you fellas good on drinks?" A scantily clad cocktail waitress asks us.

"We're fine, thanks." Wayne tells her with a decent amount of class...but that doesn't sit well with Tommy and Nikki.

"Okay, my name's Tabby if you guys need anything, let me know."

Before she can smile and walk away, Tommy's stopping her.

"Actually, there is something else, Tabby." He states, smiling, and she grins politely.

"What can I get for you?"

He motions for her to come closer and he gets in her ear, with Nikki smirking, knowing exactly what he was proposing to the pretty brunette.

Her face pales, and she glances at me before awkwardly giving Tommy nudge with her elbow as if he were joking.

His face shifts to one of seriousness.

"What, you think I'm joking?" He asks her and she tries to keep from looking too uncomfortable, giving all of us a small smile before saying:

"I've gotta get back to work. Let me know when you guys need a refill, you know it's on the house."

She walks away and Nikki and Tommy chuckle.

That was the first time I had seen a woman get uncomfortable around the guys.

Usually they were all for whatever it is Tommy or Vince suggest doing with them...I later found out Tommy had suggested to Tabby that he and Nikki meet her in the bathroom to tag team her.

That's why she had looked almost sick looking at me, when he was whispering in her ear.

She was probably thinking:

"Bless her naive heart."

Me nor Wayne bother to ask any questions about the incident before we're getting ready to go.

The guys and Wayne talk to the owner about possibly shooting the video and he's all for it, giving them the day after tomorrow to get it done.

I'm too busy thinking about what Nikki said earlier to really listen all that much.

"Why can't you be more fun?" who the hell does he think he is? Oh, right, he's "NiKkI fUcKiNg SiXx."

Once we're stepping outside and telling Wayne "bye", Nikki and Tommy are putting in to going to the Cathouse.

I just want to go home.

"I don't feel like going all the way back home, then coming all the way back." Nikki complains and I furrow my brows a little.

"Nikki, it's..." I grab his wrist to pull his jacket sleeve up and look at his watch. It's nearly 3:00am. "...2:53."

"Then just call a cab." He suggests.

"Are you on smack right now?" I don't sugarcoat the question. "You're being a bigger asshole than you are when you're sober." I add.

"Fuck off!" He snaps at me.

I can tell Tommy wants to say something, but keeps quiet.

"Fine." I say, turning on my heel to the payphone down the way.

I realize I don't have any money to pay for it, but before I can go back and ask Nikki for some change, he and Tommy are off.

So I find my next option.

I walk nearly an hour to the Franklin and get to where Duff's staying, only to find him, and none of the guys are home.

I feel like crying, but decide this isn't the end of the world before I calm down and sit by his door like a lost puppy.

I wake up to the feeling of someone nudging me awake with their shoe, and I'm met with Izzy looking down at me.

"Izzy." I greet him.

"Viv." He replies blankly. "Did you leave or were you thrown out?" He asks me and I roll my eyes before he gives me the slightest hint of a smile before it fades and he's nodding across the hall. "C'mon."

I stand up as he unlocks his apartment and motions me inside.

"You can stay here until Duff gets in." He says.

"Thank you." I reply, sitting on the couch as he hands me a shitty blanket.

"I'm gonna go scrub the lipstick and regret from my balls." He informs me, heading to the bathroom.

"At least you regret it." I say back.

"Nah, I don't regret getting a blowjob from a random girl, I regret not nailing her." He corrects me and I don't even hide my laughter.

Once he's done, he's stepping across the hall to see if Duff's back. Apparently he is because Izzy's coming to get me.

"Fuck off, Sixxette." He takes the blanket from me and I gladly head towards Duff's place.

When I get inside, Duff's passed out on the couch, snoring, and smelling like a bar.

I walk over to him, gently shaking him awake, and he let's out another groan.

"Go away." He waves his hand, his eyes closed, and I raise a brow.

"Duff, it's Viv. C'mon, at least go get in your bed so you won't feel worse tomorrow."

He perks up at the sound of my voice, lifting his head, rubbing his eyes.

"I've...is this a dream? 'Cause usually you're naked and 'Purple Rain' is playing." He slurs and I feel my face heat up in embarrassment.

"No, it isn't a dream...and I didn't need to know that but thank you, I guess." I reply, pulling his boots off.

I help him stand, his tall, lanky figure towering over me.

"You look pretty, were you on a date?" He asks when I get him to sit on his bed, helping him not fall over as he tries to take off his shirt and gets caught in it.

"Er...kinda?" I shrug and he nods. "Were you on a date?" I ask when a condom wrapper falls from his jacket and he scrunches his face up.

"Er...kinda." He replies in the same tone, rubbing his face and I laugh. "Hey, I'm a bachelor now, Viv. I'm gullible. I mean elgib--no, estrang...or amb...what the fuck is that word?"

"Eligible?"

"Yeah, that one." He coughs, taking his belt off as I pick up his scattered dirty clothes and put them against his wall in a pile.

When I turn back around, I get a split-second's worth of an eyeful of him completely naked and snap back around, covering my eyes.

"Ohh...I should've told you I'm freeballing." He says.

"Just..." I turn around, keeping my eyes closed, holding my hand out for his pants so I can put them in the pile with his other clothes.

"Are you reaching for it or something?" He laughs and, again, my face is bright red.

"No, Duff, I'm not reaching for it. I need your pants." I inform him.

He laughs some more, throwing the pants my way and I take them and put them in the pile as he crawls into bed and under the covers.

"By the way, it's bigger than that." He informs me and I furrow my brows and look at him.

"What?"

"It's cold in here so..."

I realize he's referring to his dick and I scream internally.

"...Okay, Duff, too much informa--"

"--I'm packing. That's all I'm saying. I'm like a can of Spam. Lotta meat in--"

"--Shh!" I blush even more, squeezing my eyes shut.

"Oh, oops."

"Jeez. Goodnight, Duff." I'm about to go sleep on the couch.

"Where ya going?" He asks me when I turn the light off.

"Sleeping on the couch."

"You can sleep in here, I can take the couch." He sits up.

"No, no. You're not gonna feel good tomorrow just sleep in here, really, it's fine."

"Well, are you gonna be okay? You don't sleeping by yourself."

I sigh, wishing it were that simple.

"Duff, we can't do that. Nikki wrote an entire song about wanting to kill me, and it was because he thinks something's happening between you and I." I explain.

"Nikki accusing you of cheating?" There's an uncomfortable wait before he says, "that's fucking rich."

"Yeah, well, he doesn't like it so out of respect for him--"

"--I don't fucking respect him." He mumbles.

"Duff, you're drunk. Just sleep it off."

"You're right. I should shut the fuck up let the universe deal him his fucking cards."

I ignore him saying so, turning to leave, but I stop myself.

I'm only here to begin with because Nikki couldn't just take me back home.

I step back to the bed, taking my heels and jacket off.

I take the extra pillow under mine and put it between us as I get into bed.

"Goodnight, Duff." I say quietly, turning my back to him.

"G'night, Viv."

Nikki would have had an absolute fit had he known, then again, I wasn't fucking Duff, I had no intention of doing so, and I told Nikki exactly where I ended up staying the next day.

The sun glitters through the window of Duff's room, hitting my face, and I blink my eyes open, feeling Duff breathing in and out.

Sometime during the night I must've broken past the pillow partition because, although I'm facing away from him, my back is pulled to his side, the side of my face is resting against his bicep, my shoulder tucked under the pit of his arm, and the arm that my face is against, is wrapped around me, his hand resting against my stomach.

I turn to look at him, seeing his peaceful expression as he sleeps contently.

My mind drifts back to that dream I once had about him.

I hate that Nikki thinks anything is going on between Duff and I, but it's my fault.

I lied about seeing him, I lied by omittion at the beginning by not even telling Nikki about him...a part of me wants to think if I were to tell Nikki about me dreaming I had sex with Duff, it'd be a wake up call that our issues are more serious than he believed.

I mean, when you're in a committed relationship and you can picture yourself having sex with someone you're close to, to the point your subconscious creates this entire fantasized scenario, there's something wrong that needs to be talked about.

But another part of me knows he'll flip his shit, call me a "whore" and probably file for divorce.

So, keeping it to myself it is.

My eyes go to my crucifix lying on the bedside table, and I reach out for it.

I taken it off last night when I felt too guilty for sweeping in the same bed as Duff, knowing Nikki wouldn't like it.

I thought if I took it off, I wouldn't feel bad anymore.

And I didn't.

When I was a teenager I would take that necklace off anytime I did something I thought my mother would disapprove of. Whether it was cheating on homework assignments, or, eventually, fucking Nikki Sixx.

I ended up picking that habit back up once Duff and I started getting closer, except instead of avoiding the disapproval of my mother, I was fleeing the disapproval of Nikki.

One thing I didn't take in to consideration, however, taking it off left me at risk for leaving a track.

Just like Mick had put together I had slept with Nikki because my crucifix was on his bedroom floor back in '81, halfway through the "Girls" tour with Guns N' Roses, I accidentally left my track on the bathroom counter in Duff's room, where Nikki went to throw up while he was hanging out with him, Slash, and Steven.

What they should teach in children's church: if you're going to sin, keep any religious jewelry or articles of clothing on.

Whomever the hell you worship already knows you're up to no good.

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