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xycuro-illuminati · 7 months
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Why didn’t you like the current Daredevil run?
I'll do a speed round here we go:
- Horrible character assassination on everyone especially Matt and Elektra.
- Zdarsky was v clearly inspired by the mcu Netflix show so the run had a severe case of mcu-ification
- The way he wrote women was atrocious (examples: Elektra, Kirsten, Mindy, literally everyone else)
- The shitty retcon to Elektra's backstory going from the sheltered sweet girl that loved her father sm that when he died it broke her to the point of grief and revenge that she became an assassin and it shattered her worldview to the stupid fucking backstory the mcu tried pulling of her being a spy sent by the Hand to recruit Matt.
- Whitewashed Kirsten AND gave her blue eyes
- the obnoxious way of how Matt was written in terms of religion to the point where he went from caricature to straight up crusader colonizer preaching
- Matt is so horrible in this run this is the most OOC he's ever been it legit feels like reading an mcu dd fanfic from someone who barely watched the show and only took word of fanon and saw gifsets
- Zdarsky tried grabbing story plots from previous runs and executed them horribly to the point where he only grabbed the worst shit from it (the ableism, infantalization, and sexual assault)
- Daredevil Elektra as a concept; it doesn't work. I'm sorry, cool outfit and all, but the Daredevil mantle isn't like the Spider-Man one where anyone can wear the mask. Daredevil was specifically for Matt to process his trauma of losing his father and used it to gain justice where the system would fail for his city. His upbringing fits the mantle and the only person who would fit that mantle is Sam Chung. With Elektra it doesn't work and it's on par with the whole "wife takes the husband's last name" but worse. My friend @thosemintcookies has made better points about this.
- Whitewashed Sam Chung and made him just sit at a cave waiting for the Beast or some shit
- Speaking of the Beast, the Hand being the big bad guys of the whole run sucks. Can we leave the Hand behind please the ninja clan isn't the ultimate dd villain.
- Foggy is just there. He doesn't do much and he's just THERE. It sucks. And he throws around the term catholic guilt for no fucking reason. The guilt Matt feels is regular guilt please shut the fuck up Zdarsky.
- Brought back Mike Murdock and did some decent writing on him only to kill him off. Cool, what was the whole point of that.
- Pulled a gotcha on making us think that zdarsky killed off Kirsten in a train explosion but it turned out she was fine which was so foul. Daredevil comics are NOTORIOUS for fridging female characters so that shit was just unacceptable idc argue with a wall.
- Checcetto's art style sucks I'm gonna be honest. The novelty of it being pretty ended v quickly as soon as he drew poc and holy shit he cannot draw them nor can he draw any other expression.
- Did I mention the ableism? And the infantalization? And the fetishization of Matt's disability? No? Okay well this post covers it all here.
- It gets into racist territory too with how they write Sam and the Hand
- This romantic mattelektra agenda makes my skin itch they're not romantic they're tragic their whole deal is that they could never go back to how they were as lovebirds in college. Soule broke up Kirsten and Matt and they kept it like that for this shlop I'm gonna kill you zdarsky and I'm making Elektra a lesbian now.
- Back to Elektra's character; zdarsky takes the cake in "Let's make Elektra's whole life and character revolve around Matt and Matt only". Making her quit her ways and making Matt treat her like shit by calling her a murderer despite the fact that in previous runs he would NEVER do that and has ACCEPTED that this is who Elektra is.
- Speaking of the murderer shit; Matt is a huge hypocrite in this run and not in a good or fun way. Homeboy got rescued by the other Defenders but then got mad and called them murderers bc they've admitted to killing people and it's the most fanficy thing I've ever read. Zdarsky, did you know. That Matt has known Jessica, Luke, and Danny for years now? Did you know that he already knows that they've killed people before? Did you know that he's teamed up with killers plenty of times (see: Elektra, Natasha, Frank Castle) and doesn't make a big shit about it? Did you know that Matt has killed people before in previous runs?? Did you know that zdarsky?? Bc it's clear he doesn't know.
- Whenever Spider-Man shows up Zdarsky writes him better than anyone in the run and this is a Daredevil run mind you
- Shitty ass writing. Shitty plot bc we've seen it all and there's nothing done. OOC on everyone. Misogynistic writing at its finest. Whitewashed characters. Stupid religious pandering bs that only the mcu girlies would like. Terrible run overall.
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urmommies--girl · 2 years
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All of all the male characters you write for, who do you think prefers to be called daddy/sir/master? Or any female ones that like to be called those too bc female daddies are lowkey sooo hot
For my female daddies? Natasha Romanoff 100% she loves being called daddy because like the feminist she is, Natasha thinks that it’s sexist only guys get called ‘daddy’ so she’s like fuck it call me daddy
Carol likes it because it’s humiliating. She likes seeing you get all embarrassed and subby when you call her ‘daddy’ but honestly you’d have to petition for the whole ddlg thing if you wanted it because Carol wants to be called Captain. She’s got some control issues and I feel like when you use her title in a sexual way it drives her mental.
Valkyrie. Nothing really to say here.
I’M SORRY CAN I JUST SAY THAT ELEKTRA WANTS TO BE CALLED MA’AM. she is so degrading about it like it’s fucking toxic as hell but who cares? Toxic Women <3 like this thought just came to me but Elektra digging her very expensive Louboutin heels into your back while you cry from the pain- I- true love <3
Idk but I’ve seen a lot of fics about the marauders and daddy kinks but honestly I don’t see it. Like Remus likes ‘sir’ or ‘professor’ because it gives him a sense of authority whilst I feel like Sirius is more a ‘Master and maid’ kinda guy, like he just enjoys the submission and humiliation it brings out in you and we all know Sirius is a sadistic fuck. Now for James? I’m sorry tumblr has ruined me. James is a sub and wants to call you ‘mommy’ regardless of gender you are James’s mommy. You make him feel comfortable and safe.
Now, I love me a good Ben Barnes character, so here we are.
Logan Delos has a sir kink. I do not wish to elaborate other then he likes the respect.
BILLY MOTHERFUCKING RUSSO. I WAS FUCKING HYPED FOR THIS ONE MAN. Lieutenant, Sir, Master, Daddy. Those names are all on the table however if Billy had to order them from favourite to least favourite, it would probably go: 1. Lieutenant for sure 2. Sir because Billy likes the boss x secretary trope wayyy to much 3. Master, like Sirius he just finds it cute and embarrassing and will probably get you a collar <3 4. Daddy, idk he doesn’t hate it but my man’s an orphan so it’s pretty self explanatory.
Aleksander Morozova? Ok I wasn’t actually sure about this one. I’d say maybe like ‘your highness’ or ‘my king’, ‘general’, just anything that makes him feel like he has power over you (which he does because this man can spill soup on my wedding dress and I’d thank him)
Enough of Ben Barnes because I’m gonna die otherwise.
GERALT. OK OK OK DEEP BREATHS VERA DEEP BREATHS. Daddy. Instantly Daddy. I mean personally I’d like to call him BDD (Big Dick Daddy) but oh well. Geralt likes to make you feel safe and loved so if that means taking up the sort of ‘parental’ roll in your relationship he’ll do it. Not that Geralt doesn’t enjoy the nickname too but you’d probably have to just explain that you’re ok with it because he’s definitely here for it. Also ^ Is there like a Princess x Knight kink? Because Geralt has that.
Frank Castle, I’m getting so carried away with these. Unlike Billy, he doesn’t enjoy having his title used in bed. Whilst Frank is proud of his service he has sex to escape that world for a bit. I guess I can kinda see Frank with a daddy kink but it really depends. Ok yeah, I can see it. Frankie definitely has a daddy kink but only if you’re like his little ‘doll’ or ‘angel’, when taking on that roll, Frank has to have you completely at his mercy, he enjoys you wearing cute, frilly outfits around the house just to advertise your innocence :)
Matt Murdock, ok so I haven’t watched that much of Daredevil, I know I know don’t hit me. However, Elektras hot. I just thought I’d say that. ANYWAYYYYY, can Matt have an Avocado kink? Ok, ok I’ll take it seriously…..a lawyer kink. Your honour- NO WAIT CUZ THATS ACTUALLY HOT AS FUCK- DEEP FUCKING BREATHS! OH MY GOD! Ummm maybe Sir but like in a really innocent way? Like you work at a bakery and just the way you say ‘sir’ in such an innocent way immediately gives him a hard-on, “what can I get you today, Sir?” Your light airy words run straight to his cock, he clears his throat, something about you was different, “what do you recommend?”
Ok I’m sorry I’ll stop ❤️
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queenzee27 · 7 months
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Chapter Three: Betrayed
Warning: sublt mentions of past trauma
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"Starlight, so good to finally meeting the rising star of the team; please have a seat"
Angelique requested as Starlight arrived, closing the door as she made her way over to the chair the female pointed to-Homelander's chair to be exact- while she stood by the window, staring out the window at the view of the city and all its unseen chaos brewing in the streets and alleyways below.
"Thank you for taking your time to see me, may I ask why though?" Starlight asked as she watched the female before her, the woman everyone in Vought silently feared- long since noticing how nobody even dared to breathe when she passed them by in the hallways, or seeing A-train and The Deep leave the room more nervous or enthralled than they were before. And honestly, Starlight didn't see why everyone was intimidated by her- sure she looked like she literally walked out of a Femme Fatale film, dressed in the most luxurious designer outfit and walked like the world spun on the tip of her fingers.
But still that didn't really...make Starlight feel any type of way other than maybe respect her as a fellow Hero- or Ex-hero...? She remembered growing up and learning about Elektra in school and History class- yep! They had a whole section dedicated to their heroes in school history textbooks- A fierce fighter who was once America's Ace in the battlefield alongside powerful figures like SoldierBoy. Footages played on the teachers classroom t.v of her falling down from the skies surrounding in a flurry of electric current like a Demon taking out every tank and soldier in her way with one mighty electric clap that wiped them all to ashes... Than all the sudden, she was gone!
Now here she stood before her, still powerful and might; Just in a different way than what she'd thought The First Lady would've been...
"I want you to tell me all about your boyfriend Hughie and his team of Supe killers"
...she stood corrected.
How did she...? Starlight blinked her shock away as she opened her mouth to respond, yet no words came. Did someone here at Vought tell her about Hughie? Was it A-train?! Panic filled her very soul, not putting it past him to go back on his word and sell her out to Angelique. But what did she offer for the information?
"Relax yourself and unclench your jaw dear child- I'm not going to scold you or your taste in rebellious twinks" Angelique chuckled softly, sensing Starlights panic and discomfort as she turned to look at him. Sitting completely still as though she were waiting for some kind of ambush. It was amusing; it reminded Angelique of a mouse looking at its predator in frozen fear.
"You see...I'm actually a big fan of their work" Angelique admitted casually as she slowly walked over and sat on a chair beside Starlight, legs crossed as she smirked in amusement "Morely I am a huge fan of how much chaos and discourse they've been causing for Vought- I haven't been this entertained since Crimson Countess fell off and started Adult Streaming to pay her bills" she laughed heartedly as Starlight looked at her in both surprise and concern; morely concerned with where this was going... "Such a shame really...how Butcher was pinned for Stillwell's murder-..."
"You know about that?" Starlight asked in surprised, unable to stop herself as Angelique grinned softly and shrugged "nothing happens in this company without me knowing all the tea darling- of course I know!" She answered casually "I saw her corpse, had a friend of mine examine the charred remains and the concentration of her cause of death...was blast to the eyes intense enough to be classified as concentrated heat rays- something Homelander conveniently has" she explained. Of course her investigation was a whole lot deeper and involved reconstructing the scene through her telepath associates eyes.
But she wasn't going to let Starlight know that...
"Why are you telling me all this? Why do you care?" Starlight questioned in confusion as Angelique took a deep breath and sighed. Eyes refocusing out the window to the view "I want to destroy Vought" was her nonchalant answer as Starlight looked at her in shock "wait what? But isn't your Husband running it? Why would you-...?"
"I'm an evil bitch with my an agenda; that agenda is destroying Vought- and with it, destroy everyone's deluded belief that 'Heroes' are a gift from God- I want crush every child's dreams in ever thinking their Heroes are saints"
Her words were cold. Heartless and filled with so much hatred, Starlight knew this was most definitely person! Now she saw what everybody else saw; this woman was Evil incarnate.
"You've seen firsthand that no one in your team is worth shit, they are flawed- deeply so, narrow-minded, blinded by their riches and ratings they think they are above any Human laws; I mean Vought has failed humanity in keeping these....fumbling idiots in check and I'm tired of seeing them exist anymore- they're eyesores I want to get rid of- and your boyfriend and his team are perfect candidates for such a task"
"You want to use Hughie and the others as scapegoats for your dirty work?" Starlight questioned as Angelique grinned softly "Oh no, no, no...I quite enjoy getting my hands dirty, it's part of the fun for me- no, I want to aid them in their crusade for bloodshed" she corrected as Starlight looked at her stunned by her words "And don't worry, I'm not going to ask you for their number or location; I already know where they are" fear built in Starlights eyes at Angelique's casual words "Just tell them I'll be in touch, soon" were her finally words as she motioned her to leave, and that their meeting was over "bring in the next member on your way out if you'd be so kind"
"Yeah..." Starlight nodded, frozen still in shock as she made it to the door. Trying to let the creeping feeling of fear swallow itself down. She couldn't fathom just how dangerous Angelique truly was before now. And feared what kind of heavoc she was planning for Hughie...
"Dear Noir...it's almost always good to see a familiar masked face" Angelique greeted flatly as her eyes looked at that darkly clad Assassin of The Seven. "I'd assumed I'd see you a bit sooner- did Maeve run from me again? I'd hoped we'd make amends after our past quarrel" Angelique chuckled softly as Noir shrugged quietly making the female sighed deeply in a bit of frustration at the males long kept silence. "You know dear brother I'd assumed you at least give Me of all people the grace of hearing your voice- it's been, what? 42 years? S.B isn't here anymore" Angelique spoke softly, for the first and possibly only time ever, showing a bit of warmth and concern for someone.
How times have passed since they've been in the same room together- a room that had neither impenetrable glass, fortified walls or SoldierBoy in it.
"Or is your lack of speech just all there is left of that gruesome scar on your face?" She questioned. Again met by her dear brothers silence as her jaw clenched. Her warmth freezing over as her eyes glared at the male "You'd have gotten away from that little fight scar free had you not sell me out to the man himself- I suppose I can look at it as your own personal punishment for betraying your Only family" her words were spoken with venom as she clenched her fist tightly on the chair at the memory...
"I trusted you, You were all I had- all I wanted was for you to help me escape...Wanna know what he did to me?" Angelique questioned as Noir slowly nodded. Though he knew he'd dread ever hearing it- what could be worse than getting ones skull open with a shield? Though the ghost of tears building in Angelique's eyes told him that, Yes it was worse. Way worse... "He kept me in a Faraday cage in a well where the only passage of time I could see was the rising and setting of the blistering sun" she began to describe. The memory still Burned into every inch of her brain and soul she could still smell her skin burning at the heat "he never fed me unless I begged, never gave me water unless I barked like the dog that I was- his helpless little pet; most of all... Every waking moment in the hell hole was torture; I lost whatever ounce of humanity I had left in me until I was but a boney husk of garbage grovelling and begging and barking at SoldierBoy's command...That is what was happening to me" she spoke through her tears as she stood up and walked towards her brother, standing before him as her eyes glowed in anger and her tears fell- gripping his jaw tightly without Noir so much as flinching or trying to stop her.
Why would he when he knew his sister was hurting.
"I vowed, in my sinking pit of madness and misery that I'd find a way to escape...that I'd claw my way out of that cage and destroy every single last shred of SoldierBoy's legacy from the face of the fucking Earth- This world will is gonna know what kind of Heroes it has protecting them...I'll make sure of it"
She growled fiercely through teeth before shoving Noir away from her hold and turned her back to him. Wiping her tears away and taking in deep calming breaths to herself, swallow the pain and turn it all into one big pile of Hatred. Violent and calculated hatred...
"I hope I never get to see you try to come between me and my goal dear brother, because if you do..." She turned her head slightly to look over her shoulder at the male, pulses of electric current dancing across her body in warning "....I will kill you; I don't care for familial ties when I have my ambitions planned- I crafted this plan for 42 years you are not going to get in my way" she warned as Noir stiffened fearfully in his seat at just how much darkness his sister had sunk into because of SoldierBoy and him!
@digitalbath2008 the drama continues!
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The Devil Between Us
Chapter Three: Hard Hitting Facts
read chapter two here
Summary: Matt Murdock is many things. He’s a good man, a good lawyer, and he’s The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen…. You tried your best to accept and love Matt as he is, you tried to love Dare Devil… But what are you supposed to do when Matt chooses The Devil over you…. and his unborn child….
Warnings: ANGST (it's back), Explicit language, talks about gun violence and anti-gun politics (If you have seen The Punisher Season 1, this chapter is based around the interview with Stan Ori.), talks about bombings and terrorism, please let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: Thanks @acrossthesestars for beta reading! You are so appreciated and loved! Moodboard by the talented @mylifeisactuallyamess! We are getting into it now y'all.
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One month later….
Matt lied. 
He lied about everything. He never stopped going out. Deep down, you knew he would never stop. Daredevil was who he was. Maybe even the biggest part. 
What you didn’t expect was for his college girlfriend to come back into the picture. Foggy told you all about her. Elektra had pulled Matt away from his studies, almost causing him to flunk out of law school, until one day she just vanished. Matt never spoke of her again. 
The hardest thing you had ever done was walk away from Matt, still madly in love with him. It was a choice you had to make for the sake of your child. Elektra brought out a darkness in him, one you had never seen before, a darkness you didn’t know he was capable of. And once you found out, you packed your things, for real this time, and found an apartment a few blocks away from Karen. It was small, but it was perfect for you and the baby. 
According to your last appointment you were just at ten weeks. Only about the size of a kumquat, Matt’s child was already causing problems. Why do they call it morning sickness when it lasts all day?, you thought to yourself, exhausted from being up all night vomiting. That night bled into the next morning, and you slept through your alarm. You rushed around the small space to get dressed, already resulting in being late for work. Luckily, you had an understanding boss -mostly. 
The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen was all over the news, online and in the papers. Ellison pressed to get you to write the stories, but you kindly declined, passing them off to Karen. With a sad smile, you told him that she would do a much better job. 
You chose to cover politics. Senior Stan Ori was the politician in question. You had been following his gun control campaign from the beginning, and today, you were interviewing him after the bombings of the ATF field office and the 10Th Precinct Police Station. The bomber had written you a letter, thinking you would understand and agree with his ‘work’ after your involvement in The Punisher case. Your emotions had been running high and you put out a reply without thinking of the consequences, without caring. Things were only made worse when the bomber, now known to be Lewis Wilson, called in while you were on a radio show. You had called him a terrorist, a murderer, a coward and he hadn't taken that lightly. He demanded answers, questioning your responses and loyalties, before calling you a pawn, saying you were just like everyone else, and hanging up.
You were running late. Your alarm didn’t go off, you spilled coffee on your first outfit, and you had the worst time hailing a cab. Rushing into the Royal Hospitality hotel, you hoped and prayed for this to go like any other interview. Smoothing out the wrinkles of your pencil skirt, you went up to the reception desk and gave them your name, flashing your press badge. The woman at the desk made a phone call and asked for you to wait in the lobby. 
Doing as you were asked, you sat down in one of the plush chairs. It wasn’t long until you were greeted by a tall man, armed with a pistol, and a panty dropping smile on his face. “You must be here from The Bulletin.” He said. You flashed him your I.D. and introduced yourself. “Billy Russo. Let me take you to the good senator myself. I just need your weapon.” He did his research, you thought. You handed him your Kimber and he handed it off to a guard, before turning on his heels, walking toward the elevator. 
Billy attempted to make small talk with you. The man was charming, more charming than anyone you’d ever met. There was a smoothness in his voice as he let you know that you were safe as long as he and his men were in the building. You wanted to believe him, but you had a gut feeling something bad was going to happen. Exiting the lift, he walked you to the senator's hotel room door. “Here you are, sweetheart.” Billy said with a toothy grin. 
“Do you call all the girls ‘sweetheart’ or am I just lucky?” You quipped, raising an eyebrow at him. The last thing you wanted was to get involved with anyone, let alone someone like Billy Russo. His whole demeanor told you he was a ladies man, and he fucking knew it.
“If I said you were just lucky?” He purred, flicking his tongue over his bottom lip.
You laughed, “Then I’d tell you I’m not interested.” Billy huffed, crossing his arms over his chest with an amused look plastered on his face. He gazed at you with dark, piercing brown eyes, as if he were trying to hypnotize you. “Look, you strike me as the type of guy who isn’t used to being turned down. I’m pregnant, in a complicated relationship with the father, and still not interested.” You watched his grin drop quickly. You pointed toward the door. “Can I go to work now?” Billy nodded, accepting the rejection. “I do have one question for you, Mr. Russo. If you don’t mind, of course.” 
Billy smirked, obviously curious as to what you wanted to say. “Ask away.” 
You cleared your throat, “An anti-gun senator hiring a military contractor for his personal security, a little hypocritical wouldn’t you say? I can’t wait to see what he has to say about that.” You were confident in your question. Confident enough to see Russo stumble before answering. 
Billy chuckled, “Well, hopefully he says ‘If you want the best, then Anvil is the only choice.’” He paused, before adding, “And if he doesn’t, you can quote me on that.” The smirk returned almost instantly as he knocked on the door, notifying his team inside that you were here. 
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“Can I ask, how did it feel on the radio, when Lewis Wilson threatened your life? Both our lives?” Senator Ori asked, as if he were interviewing you. 
With your notebook in one hand, and your pen in the other, you sighed. “Not good. But that’s just another reality of living in this city, especially as a woman. The world is a dangerous place, Senator.” You crossed one ankle behind the other, leaning forward a bit. “Back to you. I can appreciate everything you are doing here, but rhetoric and real lives, those things are worlds apart.” 
“They don’t have to be.” He replied quickly, shaking his head. 
You scoffed, “Says the man who in an hour will be downstairs with a bunch of New York liberals who paid $10,000 a plate for his campaign.” 
“Not for my campaign, to be clear. All proceeds are for the families of the victims of the bombings.” Senator Ori stated, causing you to mumble a ‘fair enough’ before jotting it down in your notebook. “Money that would not need to be made if there weren’t victims of this senseless violence.” 
You continued your interview, getting into a bit of a debate. It was easy for you, arguing back and forth. You were glad you had your recorder going as your notes were long forgotten, and this was good information for your article. Dare you say that Ellison was going to love it. 
You didn’t realize what was happening until it was over. There was a blast from the door, knocking you down to the floor. The alarm blared loudly as you tried to catch the breath that was knocked from your lungs. You could barely hear what the Anvil guards were saying over the siren. There was another boom, then smoke started to fill the room. You went to sit up with what little strength you had in time to watch the guards fall. A figure, who you assumed was Lewis Wilson, shot them execution style. 
Instinctively, you ducked behind the chair you were sitting in. You watched as a masked man went directly to the senator. Reaching out for your bag, you remembered then that the Anvil personnel took your personal weapon. “Fuck.” 
Senator Ori was begging for his life as he crawled across the room, away from the shooter. When he reached you, you moved in front of him. “Don’t shoot, please. Please, please don’t–” Lewis pulled the trigger, but a large figure jumped in front of the bullet with a grunt. 
You used the distraction to try and run to safety. As you scrambled for your footing, you noticed a gun discarded by a dead body and swiped it, stuffing it into your purse. Stan was right behind you as Lewis flanked in on your right after firing off shots at the other man. Senator Ori used his position to push you right into the crazed man’s arms. 
This is how I die.
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manicr · 4 years
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Bullseye cosplaying
Ronin in Hawkeye: Freefall ( Art: Otto Schmidt)
Hawkeye in Dark Reign/Dark Avengers (Art: Clint  Langley)
Punisher in Punisher Max (Art: Steve Dillon)
Daredevil in Daredevil #284-290 (Art: Lee Weeks)
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artbymintcookies · 4 years
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Prompt (dealers choice for characters/ pairings) : A goes over to B's apartment and B doesn't want A to have to walk home since A accidentally stayed too long and now its 3 am. B has A stay the night in which they share one (1) shitty twin bed, in which A lies board stiff. Can be either romantic or platonic.
The clock is wrong. It must be wrong because somehow it reads 3:32am and Elektra Natchios is still at his apartment, half dressed and pouring rubbing alcohol onto her raw red knees and not even looking at Foggy.
"I can set up the couch for you," Foggy offers, though he doesn't think she hears him because she doesn't make any moves. "Did you hear? You can always take the bed, of you prefer, but it’s pretty small and I don’t think it’s really your style."
"I should leave," she says without acknowledging him. She wraps some bandages around the worst of her wounds and reaches for her shirt.
Foggy tries to keep his eyes off of her chest. Not only are her breasts bare, but there’s an angry bullet wound to the side, narrowly missing her heart. Foggy had to fish it out with a pair of eyebrow tweezers not half an hour ago. Elektra did the sutures herself.
"You're not leaving like that, are you?"
"It's not the worst I've been hit," she shrugs.
"Wait, don't put that back on," Foggy says, already berating himself. He sees her quirk a brow in his direction and he rolls her eyes, tapping lightly on the back of his head, shaking all the thoughts out of his head. "I mean you can put your clothes in the wash, but it’s pretty much ribbons and thread. I have extra clothes that might actually be comfy."
He ducks into his bedroom and returns with some soft pyjamas that Matt sometimes borrows. They're clean but already stained with blood. They're soft, high thread count, and too small for Foggy to wear.
Elektra looks conflicted, but she takes them anyway. She tears off the rest of her costume and doesn't even give Foggy a chance to look away.
"Matt doesn’t wear underwear under his suit either," Foggy observes. "Are you guys all afraid of chafing or something?"
It gets a laugh out of her, which makes him startle more than anything else she's done all night.
"Would you believe I just didn't want to put them back on after showering? Even outlaws have hygiene boundaries."
"Ever consider wearing pants with your costume?" Foggy asks out of curiosity. He never did get around to asking how these people chose their outfits. There has been a lot of neon colours and spandex, and not all of it seems practical.
She pulls on the shirt, and she looks semi-normal now, the worst of her injuries covered in woven silk. "Never crossed my mind, honestly. How else would I show off my legs?"
Foggy nods in understanding. She had showered at his house, he's sure they're some sort of pals now. "You guys are all narcissists. I'm starting to get it now."
"Top of your class for a reason," she jokes, honest to God jokes, and slips past him into the bedroom. "Well, are you coming or what?"
It takes a second. "Are you inviting me to sleep with you?"
"I'm inviting myself, actually. But Matthew tells me you make a good body pillow."
He shakes his head follows her to the bed, again, more to sate his curiosity than out of desire to be bedfellows with his best friend's scary ex. He watches from the wall as she tucks herself in, but he can’t bring himself to curl up beside her.
"Do you discuss me often?"
"He gets sentimental during pillow talk," she shrugs, and she beackons him closer, rolling them around until he's flat on his back, and she's resting her chin on his chest. "So we have discussed you often."
He doesn't know how to feel about that revelation. His face heats, deciding for him. Embarrassed. He's embarrassed.
"Only good things, I assure you. If I didn't know any better, I might even say he's had a crush on you since undergrad. He used to compare how we smelled."
Foggy groans. "He's an idiot. I'm shocked you two still talk to each other."
"It's more business these days than anything," Elektra tells him with a coy wink. "I've learned he isn't really my type."
"And what might that be?" Foggy asks, and his heart rate is finally starting to slow down from when Elektra broke in to use his bathroom and bandaids. He can almost imagine them as old friends catching up.
"Long legs, vicious smile, floral perfume, usually," Elektra says casually. From so close, Foggy can almost make out the faint lines on her face, marking her age. Even in the dark, he can see how tired her eyes are, but they're softer than he'd ever seen them before.
"Ah," he says.
"Let's go to sleep, counselor. It's been a long one."
She yawns, a rare sight, and then she dozes, still on Foggy. She's surprisingly heavy and angular, sharp muscle everywhere where she's touching him. Eventually, he's able to close his eyes from sheer fatigue, and he’s able to have one last conscious thought on the subject of Elektra's soft snoring.
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And Matt maybe acts a little feral for the rest of the week, asking why Foggy smells like Elektra, and maybe Foggy antagonizes him a little, telling him they'd slept together, but in all fairness, Matt had been missing a lot of work lately.
And then maybe Matt comes over during the weekend and uses his bloodhound nose to find the balled up underwear she'd stashed under his sink to throw it in the trash like it had personally offended him. And then maybe Matt carries him to the bed and wraps them both in the sheets to frown at him under the covers.
His bed is small, and it’s really tight.
"I know I don't have a say in your life, but I really don’t want you seeing Elektra again," he says to Foggy’s lips.
So he leans forward a little to kiss him, soft mouthed and chaste. "Done," Foggy agrees easily.
Foggy decides he likes Elektra, maybe a lot. He makes a list of people who might have her number because he knows some great brunch places.
"You're being devious," Matt chides, setting his glasses on the bedside table and climbing on top of Foggy. "I can hear you're being devious."
So maybe Foggy laughs and pokes Matt’s pouting cheek. Maybe he pulls Matt down so that their stomachs lie flush against each other and occupies Matt's mind in other ways.
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prettyyoungandbored · 5 years
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You and I {DouglasBooth!Nikki Sixx} Chapter Four
Pairing: DouglasBooth! Nikki Sixx x Reader
Summary: There was a time when all Y/N and Nikki had were themselves and Nikki’s dreams of creating the next great band. What happens when the dream comes alive?
Taglist: @fandomshit6000 @cosmicsskies @tashy-bear@versaceismehoe @thissongitsaboutyou @prettysureimgayxo @divaanya @tarahell @yoinks-i-dont-feel-so-good 
A/N: This chapter is shorter than normal so I do apologize for that. The next one will be a lot longer. I still hope you guys enjoy!
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Following their first performance, Mötley Crüe quickly became a household name on the Sunset Strip. Six months later, they found themselves on the cover of LA Weekly being dubbed as the “toast of the town”. The lines outside the venue they would play at got longer, the places becoming more and more packed, and the fanbase growing faster. 
Y/N couldn’t have been more proud. She knew Nikki and the boys put their heart and soul into the band, dedicating every second they could to writing, rehearsing, and working on their image. Their dedication came to a point in which the boys decided to move in together (with Y/N) in a small apartment on the corner of Clark and Sunset. Y/N loved it. The more she hung out with them, the closer they all became. Tommy was the younger brother Y/N never had, Mick and her bonded by judging people, and Vince trusted her to help him with his outfits - a job given to her after he and Blondie broke up when Blondie caught him fucking another girl in the bathroom. While Y/N wasn’t thrilled with how it went down, all that mattered was that Blondie was gone forever. 
After Y/N’s edits of “Take Me to the Top”, her songwriting became asset to the band. Nikki and her would end up writing songs with her together in their bedroom. Y/N’s support and input meant the world to him and he wouldn’t admit it...until one night after a performance at the Roxy. 
The boys had just finished their set and Nikki jumped off the side of the stage where Y/N was. She was about to take his hand when some groupie pushed her aside and went up to Nikki.
“I liked your set,” she purred, pushing up her chest for him to gaze. 
Y/N opened her mouth to say something when a large gentleman grabbed Y/N by the arm. “Let’s say I get you out of here and give you a better show than these pansies?” 
Nikki’s eyes darkened with rage. He pushed aside the groupie before swiping the man’s hand from Y/N. 
“She’s with me asshole,” Nikki growled. 
The fury in his tone and eyes made Y/N nervous. “Let’s just go,” she pleaded.
“You already got one groupie,” the man stepped closer to Nikki. “Sugar tits, over there is yours. This one’s mi-.” 
He barely finished his sentence when Nikki threw a punch. The man almost fell back when Nikki grabbed onto his vest, going face-to-face with him. “Don’t you fucking call her that!” 
Y/N grabbed Nikki’s arm, her patience beginning to run thin. “Nikki, c’mon. It’s not worth it.” 
“Yea, listen to your bitch,” the man spat. 
Just as Nikki was about to go after him again, Vince stepped in between the two, eyeing Y/N. “Get him out of here, now,” he told her.
Y/N pulled Nikki backstage. She opened the dressing room door to find Mick and Tommy hanging out th
“Can you guys step out of the room for a second?” Y/N asked. 
“Let’s go drummer,” Mick mumbled, motioning to the door. 
The second Tommy closed the door behind him, Y/N faced Nikki. “Enough with the-.” 
“I wasn’t going to let him talk to you like that,” Nikki cut her off. “You’re not a groupie. I don’t care how fucking revealing the shit you wear to our shows are, you’re not one of them.” 
Y/N cocked her head back. She tried to put together a response, but no words seemed to come out. Nikki went on. “None of those girls helped to shape any of our songs. None of those girls are taking care of me or the boys during rehearsals or before the show, none of them are up until god knows when helping me write lyrics. You’re...”
His voice trailed off. He swallowed hard. “You’re...what I’m trying to say-.” 
 “I know.” Y/N gave him a reassuring smile. As much as she wanted to hear him say it, she knew why he struggled to do so (even if they’d been dating for almost two years). “It’s ok.” 
Nikki bit his bottom lip. “You’re more than that. You’re my girl.” 
Y/N pecked his lips. “But seriously, enough with the fights, alright?” 
He rolled his eyes as she put an arm around his waist. “Also, groupies are a great thing for rock bands. They add ambiance to the whole rock show and make you look good.”
Nikki scoffed. “Yeah I know that, Vince.”
Y/N stuck her tongue out. “Also I have to say, I mean that girl from tonight was a way hotter than me so why that guy didn’t just take her instead is beyond me.” 
“Will you quit saying shit like that? Fucking drives me up a wall.” 
“I’m just saying-.” 
Nikki pulled her face to his, smashing his lips against her. He then pulled back and grabbed her by the waist, lifting her over his shoulder. 
“Nikki, what the hell!?” Y/N laughed. 
“Just wait til’ we’re home, princess.” 
Two weeks later, after their set at the Starwood, Y/N went home while the Nikki and the boys stayed out. She would’ve joined them if she didn’t have work the next morning, but she changed her work schedule so that her evenings could spent with Nikki and the others.  
She wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep for, but the next thing she knew, she felt someone shaking her body. She let out a scream, startled by the dark figure in her bedroom. 
The figure leaned over and turned on the lamp, revealing it was Nikki. Y/N exhaled, her heart still racing.
“The hell is wrong with you?” she hissed, a hint of sleepiness still lingering in her voice.
“We’re getting a record deal.” 
She shot up, her mouth hung open. “You’re kidding.” 
“This guy Tom from Elektra Records came by the Rainbow and offered us a fucking record deal. We’re going in Monday to sign the contracts.”
Her heart leaped out of her chest, tears of joy and pride streaming down her cheeks. “Nikki...”
He rest her forehead against hers. “Y/N it’s finally happening. We’re going somewhere. Mötley Crüe, you and I - we’re getting out of this place.” 
She wrapped her arms around him tightly as he pulled her to him. His lips met hers, tasting like cheap beer and cigarettes. He pushed her back down on to the bed when their door burst open. Vince and Tommy entered screaming and cheering. They started jumping on the bed as Y/N moved over, giving them room.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Y/N yelled.  
That Monday, Mötley Crüe was signed to a five album deal. 
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daresplaining · 4 years
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What If? Daredevil Vs. Elektra
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    I have been meaning to write a full post about this chilling alternate universe, and Halloween seemed like the perfect time to do so. With the success and popularity of Spider-Gwen’s Hand ninja Matt Murdock, it can be easy to forget that he is not the only one. The first story of a Matt whose life took a darker and more ninja-y path was told in the one-shot What If? Daredevil Vs. Elektra, which is a chilling tale of murder, regret, and painful memories that won’t stay buried. 
    The story is told from the point of view of Elektra Natchios, agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. who, in the midst of a successful career in espionage, is forced to face again a traumatic event from her past-- a hostage situation in college, in which her boyfriend tried to rescue her and was killed. 
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[ID: A flashback to Columbia University, Elektra’s origin story. Cops outside a building shoot into an upper window.]
Cops: “They’re killing the hostages! Wait... what’s that? I can see something... Yeah, a clear shot, and I’m taking it...”
Elektra: “Matt!”
[ID: Young Matt Murdock gets shot multiple times. Young Elektra kneels on the floor, holding his body in her arms.]
    It’s a memory she has learned to live with, a little piece of trauma she has long since buried, but then, suddenly, people around her start dying. She and her fellow agents begin to investigate scenes of carnage, carried out with terrifying stealth and skill by an unknown enemy. 
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[ID: The Kingpin’s office, chaos. The Kingpin sits at his desk while a ninja in red clothes and a devil mask fights Bullseye. The ninja slices Bullseye’s head off with his sword and then advances on the Kingpin.]
Elektra (off-panel): “His bodyguards slaughtered upfront, Fisk’s personal assassin... Poindexter... Bullseye... whatever they called him... was the Kingpin’s only prayer.”
    Elektra, horrified but still clueless about how this connects to her buried memory at this point, investigates further. Her character development is an interesting variation in this universe, which presents a fairly clear-cut role switch between she and Matt. Her experience in college was painful, and her career as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent has given her a fairly jaded view of life and people, but she has retained some of the optimism and naivete that was snuffed out in the 616 universe by her father’s death. Elektra wants to see justice done, even if the only people so far killed have been dangerous criminals. She asks around, and eventually finds a surprisingly informed old blind man in a bar. 
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[ID: A bar. Stick is playing pool and talking to Elektra, who is dressed in a black coat and red head scarf.]
Stick: “Ever heard of the Hand?”
Elektra: “As in ‘talk to’?”
Stick: “You’re a barrel, too, y’know that? The Hand. Corrupted ninja order. Heirs to the Beast. Intent on infiltrating the empires of man. In other words-- one bad outfit. Their current leader, ‘the Advocate’, is a servant turned master. He uses a unique approach to taking out his foes. He finds a discontented underling, exploits their dissatisfaction, nurtures it into betrayal... then attacks from within.”
Elektra: “Very Hong Kong triple-feature, old man. How does it connect to Fisk’s murder?”
Stick: “The Kingpin’s lawyer. Talk to him. And while you’re at it, talk to your boss... he just might help you find another blind guy whose kung fu is better than yours...”
    It doesn’t take Elektra long to find the Kingpin’s lawyer, Foggy Nelson. She discovers him sitting alone in his apartment, a bitter shell of the Foggy we know in the 616 universe. Losing Matt hit him hard, and-- as is true in several other alternate universes as well-- sent his life into a tailspin. 
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[ID: Flashbacks from Foggy’s life: in the library with Matt in college, Foggy sitting at a desk in the Kingpin’s office, a body (Ben Urich) with a bag over its head, Foggy defending the Kingpin in court.]
Foggy (off-panel): “The two of us had high hopes... aspirations. We were gonna open our own practice once we passed the bar... and change the world, or what little of it we could. Funny how life goes. After law school I could barely pay back my student loan. I was desperate for money. Fisk made me an offer I would have been an idiot to refuse. A six-figure retainer. When he was on trial a few years back for placing a hit on Bugle reporter Ben Urich... having an honest, decent man shot dead... body dumped like trash... I fought for his freedom like my life depended on it. Probably did. In the end, it was the judge who’d been bought, but I was party to it. My life had become a sick joke.”
    He is bitter with regret and disgusted by the person he has become. He admits to Elektra that he was the weak link in the Kingpin’s organization-- the person indirectly responsible for his murder. He also gives her the name of the man who did the deed-- the Advocate-- along with some terrifying news: that  his next target is S.H.I.E.L.D. Sure enough, ninjas attack one of the helicarriers shortly afterward, killing Nick Fury and many of Elektra’s other friends and co-workers. Elektra realizes what she is up against. She realizes who she is up against. The Hand have brought Matt back from the dead and turned him into a killer, and she has to do something about it. 
    Elektra returns to Stick. She trains with him, attempting to prepare herself to face the Hand. When Stick suddenly vanishes, Elektra takes things into her own hands. She takes the name Sai and forms the new Chaste (one of my favorite alternate universe teams). They prepare to attack the Hand at their home base, and finish things once and for all. 
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[ID: Elektra, now dressed in her 616-verse red outfit, addresses a group of other heroes: this universe’s versions of Wolverine, Black Widow, Power Man, Iron Fist, Echo, and Silver Samurai.]
Elektra: “Our differences may be many, but we share common ground. Each of us has lost someone... something... to the Hand. We are now the Chaste. The only ones who can stand against them. This is how we go in...”
Caption: “Old names forsaken, each member of this new order of seven took on another one to signify rebirth-- Claw. Sting. Stone. Flame. Seer. Sword. Sai. Woe to the Devil and evil men.”
    This comic is relentless in its carnage, which feels exactly right for the flavor of the story it is telling. When the new Chaste storm the Hand’s headquarters, Elektra discovers that Stick is dead. Matt has killed his first teacher, and Elektra knows she is out of options. She has to stop Matt herself. 
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[ID: In the Hand’s fortress. Elektra has discovered Stick’s severed head.]
Elektra: “Stick... teacher, I’m sorry... you were right. Time to grow up.”
    She seeks him out. Of course, he is expecting her. 
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[ID: The Hand’s fortress. Elektra approaches Matt from behind. He is dressed in a red ninja outfit but without a mask. His eyes are an unnatural red. Elektra has her sai; Matt is holding a gun.]
Elektra: “I’m here to stop you.”
Matt: “From doing what? Bringing order to chaos? Imagine these widowmakers without my guidance. You’re still holding onto the ideals of youth. Your father raised you in a sheltered, protected bubble allowing you limited contact with the rest of the world. Clouded your thoughts with fairy tale notions of ‘good’ and ‘evil’. Isn’t that why you hate him? You know this world is a savage garden. Beauty in duality. Good and evil intertwine like copulating serpents. Indistinguishable. It’s not worth saving because there’s nothing to save.”
    Here, we see the other half of the role switch. Reanimated Matt is brainwashed, and that is part of it, but his words have the feeling of a deeply ingrained truth. His existence has been nothing but pain. An attempt at heroism cost him his life, and since he has been back, all he has seen is the worst of people. His words echo 616-verse Elektra’s mindset in the wake of her father’s murder-- that the world is a cold and uncaring place and all one can do is attempt to survive in it as best one can. And like 616 Matt in the equivalent situation, Elektra is horrified to see what has become of the hopeful, caring person she knew in college. 
    They fight, and Elektra realizes the inevitable-- there is no saving Matt. And she is Elektra, no matter the universe, and so finds the strength to do the deed. 
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[ID: Elektra shoots a bullet past Matt’s head. He drops to his knees, his hands pressed to his ears in pain.]
Caption: “The gun is S.H.I.E.L.D. ordinance... with a built-in sonic disruptor. It sends the Advocate’s senses into overdrive.”
[ID: Elektra draws her sai and stabs him through the chest.]
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[ID: Matt lies, dying, on the ground. His eyes now look normal. Elektra kneels beside him.]
Matt: “Elektra...?”
Elektra: “Matt...?”
Matt: “Terrorists... taken care of... you and... your father... safe?”
Elektra: “Yes, darling... we’re safe... we’re safe.”
    It’s a beautiful little one-shot, bloody and tragic and poetic as the best Elektra and Matt comics are. I’m sure I’ll discuss it again, but for now, I wanted to give it the attention it deserves as an important alternate universe story and a compelling re-exploration of Matt and Elektra’s relationship. 
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pluckyredhead · 4 years
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Daredevil 101: The Murdock Papers, Part 2
Bendis is going out with a bang, y’all! This is the back half of “The Murdock Papers” (DD v2 76-81), Bendis/Maleev. In Part 1, Matt and Elektra were on the hunt for the titular Murdock Papers, a file of proof the Kingpin had amassed that proved Daredevil’s identity. They’re in the middle of brawling in the street with Bullseye when Matt is shot by a sniper working for the FBI.
...And then he vanishes before the FBI can collect him.
Oh, and also? Fisk has a little surprise for everyone:
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There are no Murdock Papers! But if they find Matt Murdock and he has a bullet wound exactly where Daredevil was just shot, well...that’s even better, isn’t it?
(Side note: I have absolutely no idea how a file proving that Matt Murdock is Daredevil would have kept Fisk’s underlings in line, especially since Fisk was under the impression that his underlings didn’t even know Matt’s secret until recently, as per Bendis’s own storyline. This strikes me as Bendis writing himself into a hole and climbing out somewhat inelegantly three issues later.)
Meanwhile, Milla is still naked:
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All Milla really does from here on out is have hysterics. I’m sorry. Anyway Natasha is there to get Milla to safety, as she promised Matt she would, but Milla is understandably distracted and upset by the news story that Daredevil is dead.
Back to the FBI! The problem with using the bullet wound as proof that Matt is Daredevil is that they have no idea where Matt is. But Fisk has a guess - or rather, he’s pretty sure that Ben knows.
See, Elektra would undoubtedly have taken a wounded Matt to the Night Nurse. And Ben knows how to find the Night Nurse:
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Yeah, Leland has gone completely off the rails here. Ben is furious (he actually physically attacks Fisk, which is why the FBI is holding him in the first panel up there), but he’s still faced with a choice: give up Matt, or face federal charges.
Meanwhile, Luke and Danny take Foggy somewhere safe to hole up:
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I don’t know who this cheerful hausfrau is, but she’s not Jessica “Fuck You” Jones. I’m guessing her fuller figure is meant to imply that she’s currently pregnant, but that doesn’t explain the a) babushka and peasant scarf, b) completely different face, and c) pleasant demeanor. But then, Foggy looks like an unemployed garment worker from 1890 in that top right panel, so who even knows what’s happening here.
Anyway now both of Matt’s spouses know he’s “dead.” Anxiety abounds!
Well, actually, Milla has the advantage over Foggy, because Natasha has taken her to the Night Nurse’s clinic, so she knows that Matt is dying but not actually dead. Also, Elektra has shown up with the Hand, which she is currently in charge of, because we need another reason to have a bunch of women screaming at each other over Matt. Luckily the Hand has ~mystic healing powers~ which they are using on Matt:
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God, how much would I love a scene with this many women without the arbitrary hostility and Orientalism? (I would totally buy organic hostility between Natasha and Elektra based on their jobs. But not based on Matt, who Natasha knows - and Elektra knows intellectually if not emotionally - is not worth it.)
WAIT LOOK AT THAT LAST PANEL, OH DANG BEN TOLD THE FBI WHERE MATT IS
Hey, you know who’s outside with the FBI? A whole bunch of Hand assassins, who are not just going to let the FBI round them up! Which means they start fighting the FBI. Which means Luke and Danny, who have just arrived with Foggy, stuff Foggy back in the car and start fighting the FBI, because even though technically the Hand is currently on Matt’s side, Luke and Danny can’t let FBI agents be killed by zombie assassins.
So to recap: FBI fighting the Hand fighting Luke and Danny outside, Milla having hysterics inside, Foggy having hysterics in a car, Natasha and Elektra are also there somewhere, and Matt, having regained consciousness, decides that enough is enough. There’s too much risk of someone getting seriously hurt here.
So he turns himself in:
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Natasha keeps Luke and Danny out of jail, but there’s nothing she can do for Matt. And so:
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AW BUDDY. :(
The last issue of this storyline begins at Matt’s arraignment. The judge asks Matt what he pleads and Matt absolutely spaces out, leaving Foggy, as always, carrying the ball:
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DO NOT DO THIS TO FOGGY, MATTHEW, DO NOT...
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Aw beans, you did it.
Matt makes his way to a rendezvous point and meets up with two of his girls and arguably the silliest accessory he has ever worn, Mike era included:
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Please note that Matt has dyed his hair black to enter France, as is tradition. Also, he and Milla look so stereotypically Parisian right now that they are probably actively offensive to the French. Natasha why did you do this to them.
ANYWAY WHO CARES, LOOK AT THAT DIALOGUE. “Tell him I love him.” “He knows.” “He might now.” I’M CRYING.
Matt’s blissful life as a fugitive is cut short almost immediately, though, as he wakes in the middle of the night to find Milla lying dead beside him. (I decided to spare y’all the sight of yet another murdered woman in these recaps.) It’s Bullseye, of course, who has tracked Matt down. Matt pursues him, and in the ensuing fight does the unthinkable (but arguably necessary):
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Unfortunately for Matt, there are witnesses, who run off shouting in what I’m pretty sure is grammatically incorrect French. Matt flees to the only person who will take him in:
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Speaking of walking sartorial stereotypes, hoo boy Elektra’s outfit.
Anyway, Matt and Elektra have sex, but he quickly decides he can’t stay with her for long:
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Wait, what’s this? Why is Elektra referring to Matt as “Mister Murdock” in the last panel?
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BECAUSE NONE OF IT EVER HAPPENED!!! Matt is still standing in court deciding how to plead!
I find this whole sequence simultaneously utterly hilarious and utterly infuriating. This is what’s going through Matt’s mind? “What if I ran away? Milla and I could move to France. But then Bullseye would probably kill her. Then I’d have to kill him, and then I’d have to go to Elektra, and then we’d have a sex scene which I will now imagine in detail, and then...” Why are you fantasizing about unrelated murder and having sex with your ex-girlfriend right now, Matt??? This is so off the rails. It's like a dead serious Simpsons gag. It’s an R-rated If You Give a Mouse a Cookie.
Also, please bear in mind that that sequence above takes up almost the whole issue. If I’d waited a month for that issue and paid for it individually instead of binge reading on Marvel Unlimited, I’d be furious.
Moving on! Matt’s been to Japan 7 times in the past 7 years? We’ve only ever seen one trip, and that was way back in the O’Neil run. But sure.
Matt is denied bail. His friends are dismayed:
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WHO BOUGHT STEVE THAT TERRIBLE TIE. WHO DID THAT TO HIM.
Matt is carted back to Rikers Island, but he’s not the only one:
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Sure, they dropped the charges against Fisk, but there’s always new stuff to charge him with! And so Fisk is packed off to Rikers (the real world NYC jail, FYI), along with the Owl, and a couple other familiar friends we’ll see in the next storyline.
(When I first described the conclusion of this storyline to @puzzleboat​, she sent me the following image, and I still find it highly accurate and hilarious:
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Apologies to anyone not old enough to remember that extremely controversial series finale.)
Hmm, locked in a prison with tons of people with good reason to hate him, including several of his rogues? Doesn’t look good for Matt, does it?
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Next up: The Devil in Cell Block D, and the death of Foggy Nelson.
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lifesasickjoke · 5 years
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The Dirt
The Dirt - part 5
part 4 - part 6
Pairing: Douglas!Nikki x Reader
Word count: 2648
Chapter summary: Mötley Crüe rises to fame, bringing (Y/N) with them. They've just signed a new record deal with Elektra Records and found their new manager. The dream of becoming big stars is quickly becoming a reality.
Warnings: Swearing, drugs
Elektra Records signed the boys to a five-album deal, and tonight Nikki hosted a party at our apartment to celebrate.
I was sitting next to the guys in the centre of the room around a round table, doing a limited edition celebrity questionnaire, this week featuring Mötley Crüe.
‘Tommy, vacuum this mess up.’ Nikki giggled, and passed Tommy who was sitting opposite him, the screwed off hi-hat with a couple of lines of cocaine on it.
‘Yes, sir.’ Tommy said and took the assorted little vacuum cleaner that posed as a straw for them.
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‘Vince?’ I asked, taking the pen I was chewing on out of my mouth. Vince stopped giggling with the others and turned to me with a smile.
‘Yes?’
‘What year were you born?’ I asked, twirling the pen around my fingers just like Tommy did with his drumsticks. Tommy's smile widened when he saw me copy his trademark movement.
‘1961. Why would you need to know that?’ he burped and took another swing from his beer.
‘Because I'm filling out this questionnaire.’ I answered absentmindedly.
‘Why?’ he asked incredulously.
‘Because all the other girls filling this out would have to hunt for the information while I have the main sources right in front of me. Hey Nikki, what's your favourite childhood memory?’ I asked, looking down at the questions.
I read over the question again. ‘Huh, even I don't know the right answer for this.’
I didn't get an immediate answer though. I looked up from the paper. He was staring across the room.
‘Nikki.’ I repeated. I followed his concentrated gaze to see why he was so zoned out. I followed his gaze to see that across the room, he had his eyes on some other girl. She was flirtily looking back over the rim of her beer glass. They were practically eyefucking and it hurt to see.
I brushed it off, though, as I do at all the other parties. I folded my magazine and whacked it against his shoulder to get his attention.
‘Ow! What-’ he yelped, his attention snapping back to us.
‘What's your favourite childhood memory?’ I asked again, waiting expectantly with the pen above the answer box on the questionnaire.
Nikki took a while to absorb what I was asking him. Nikki's mouth fell open as if to say something, or at least, it looked like he wanted to say something. He seemed to remember a memory, and it made him smile. But I think he also blushed. And just as fast as the blush crept onto his face, he closed it again, frowned and shrugged.
‘Is this like some sort of competition?’ he asked.
I nodded, ‘yeah the winner with the most right answers gets a prize.’
‘Cool. what is it?’ Tommy leaned in closer when Nikki asked, so he could see what I was actually writing.
‘Hundred dollars. Surprisingly.’ I scoffed, only now bothering to read the small prints on the competition.
‘Why would you need a hundred dollars?’ Vince asked.
‘Why do most people need a hundred dollars? For rent. And food.’ I answered with a playful smile.
‘Rent? But I'm paying rent?’ Nikki said.
‘Yeah. and I'm paying half of it.’ I reminded. ‘Besides, with all the waitressing shifts I'm missing for you guys I'm really just about to run out of money.’
I noticed that Nikki was actually going to protest, and I mentally prepared my bullet points for why I should still be paying half of the rent, even though he had just gotten some cash advance and could easily cover rent for the next couple of months.
This very dreaded conversation was stopped before it could even happen. As Tommy passes around the hi-hat plate with the cocaine line, a man leaned onto the table beside me.
‘Can I get a fucking line, man?’ he asked, obviously high and drunk.
‘Yeah, right, man. Get the fuck out of here.’ Nikki answered curtly.
Mick, the life of the party, came back from the bathroom and shoved the man out of his seat. The man fell onto the floor without a protest and stumbled away to ask someone else.
That happens to be David Lee Roth from Van Halen, who was sitting on my favourite spot on the couch. How cool is that?
As a background noise, I heard the same man mumble something, before a thud happened, and then a loud crash. Multiple people gasped my head turned to the source of the commotion.
‘Whoa! What the fuck, dude?!’ Nikki shouted. He and the boys shot up from their seats.
‘Chill out, asshole. It's cool’ slurred the man that just broke the portrait mirror by falling into it. It fell onto the blond-haired vocalist.
‘Cool?’ Nikki gasped in offence and advanced forwards. ‘That is David Lee Roth. How about you show a little respect or get the fuck out?’
Baring in mind, Nikki was a tall and high on energy, like, all the time, and the man he was accusing was at least a foot shorter than Nikki and about to faint. Yet, he got into Nikki's face and drunkenly threatened.
‘Make me, motherfucker.’
He then proceeded to push Nikki.
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In a heartbeat, I lifted off my seat. And if Tommy had not launched forward past Mick and held me back by the arm I would have thrown punches already.
A different man did the honours for me, though. As Nikki got pushed passed him, he stepped in, hit the other guy right in the face, twisted his arm, pushed him to the ground, and pinned him.
He looked up to the boys and smiled.
‘You fellas are gonna need a manager.’
‘Oh, good. You met Doc.’ Tom Zutaut said, walking over to us. He was the spokesperson for Elektra Records and the one that signed Mötley Crüe their deal.
‘He works with James Brown, Kiss, you name it.’ he presented.
‘Fucking hate Kiss.’ Mick spoke.
With a creepily cheery expression, Doc turned to Mick.
‘Well, I make them a shitload of money, and I take care of everything they need, which is what I'm gonna do for you.’
‘Oh, yeah? And how are you gonna do that?’ Nikki asked, setting up a defensive perimeter for his band. Somehow this usually includes pulling me into his arms so I can lean against his chest as we both evaluated the possible threat. And to be honest, Nikki does this so often, neither of us actually notice that this simple affectionate action happens.
But I can tell you the boys definitely noticed, and with each passing day, and with each passing little touch that seems normal to Nikki and me, they start to question what exactly our relationship is.
‘Look,’ Doc reasoned, ‘I know what I see up there. Anyone can start a band and crap out a song or two, but not many have the vision to go the distance.’
He looked at each individual band member warningly, ‘and you guys need someone to guide you through the fucking wilderness.
‘And you're gonna be that someone?’ I asked, equally sceptical.
Doc looked me directly in the eye and coyly said, ‘you're goddamn right I am.’
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I tilted my head up too look at Nikki and see if he agreed. The rest of the band nodded their heads too. Tommy shrugged goofily at me. Vince nodded slowly, his mind evidently racing. And although Mick seemed a little distrustful, he agreed too.
Before any of us knew it, they’d conquered the sunset strip and, in Nikki's words, it was time for America to meet Mötley Crüe.
I was standing backstage with Mick, Tommy, Doc, and Nikki at their biggest stadium sellout ever.
‘We're gonna fucking die.’ dreaded Mick. His face turned paler the more he thought about the crowd on the other side of the black curtains.
I leaned against the wall next to Tommy, who was nervously walking around, twirling his drumsticks in both hands and rehearsing his drum solos.
‘What?’ I gasped in disbelief at the magazine in my hands, ‘how did I not get first place?’
Nikki looked up from the floor and quizzingly looked at me.
Dramatically I waved the magazine around, ‘you remember the questionnaire? I didn't even get the top five! I mean how is that possible? I literally bribed Mötley Crüe for the answers.’ I pouted.
A small smile formed on Nikki's lips. It's was a teasing one.
‘Oh shut up.’ I told him and playfully scrunched my nose at him. He returned the gesture.
I could tell he was nervous too, just like his bandmates. Over the years I have learnt to pick up on the little mannerisms that were displayed by Nikki so I could clearly get a message of his mood. He was eerily quiet and still today. He was a shy person too, believe it or not, and he was definitely nervous to go out there today and play as well.
Tom Zutaut marched around the corner with one of the employees for the stadium.
‘Boys,’ he greeted, ‘on behalf of Elektra records, I just wanna wish you good luck tonight.’
He then counted the boys and noticed our singer was missing.
‘Wheres Vince?’
‘Just saw him in the dressing room getting ready.’ doc covered for him. Although, we all knew what he was actually doing. Or who he was doing.
‘Well this is your first big show, and there are 18,000 people out there tonight, so… please don't fuck this up.’
Nikki began to fidget too and he was trying to avoid everyone's gaze. I took this chance to really admire him. Two black lines painted on his cheeks and his hair ruffled up to make it look more intimidating. But to me, he looked absolutely stunning.
Don't get me started on the outfit he was wearing.
‘Thanks, Tom.’ Doc smiled sourly.
Tom nodded and left with his assistant to go find Vince.
Nikki looked up again, my eyes being the first he's meeting. I gestured at him to come stand next to me and he jumped at the opportunity.
In an attempt to ease his nerves, I laid my head against his shoulder.
‘Fuck all that.’ Doc said when tom was out of earshot. ‘You guys just do what you do.’
Tommy nodded excitedly and spun his drum stick again. Only this time it slipped out of his fingers.
‘Fuck!’ he swore and jogged after it as it rolled down the corridor.
‘Jesus Christ.’ Nikki muttered (probably as second-hand embarrassment). This mishap also caused Doc and I to chuckle. Even Mick cracked a smile.
I looked down at my wristwatch, ‘Oh. Time to go guys!’
The lady (Toms date for the night) that Vince took into the changing room returned. Soon after, Vince came running to meet us.
‘Vinnie, come on, man. Let's go!’ I shouted at him, waving him over. Vince jumped up the stairs leading to directly behind the stage and joined us.
‘Jesus fucking Christ. You do realize we just signed a record deal with his company and that fucking his girlfriend could seriously fuck that up?’ Nikki scolded in a lower voice, referring to Toms date.
Vince taunted, ‘only if he finds out, man.’
At that moment, Tommy also vomited off the stage. My best guess is that he had too much to drink in one go, or that it was all the drugs he had this morning.
‘Seriously, we're gonna die.’ Mick repeated.
‘Aw,’ I scoffed at the comment but engulfed him in a reassuring hug.
Mick immediately tensed up. He still wasn't a hugging person.
‘No you’re not.’ I promised.
‘You are officially invited to my funeral.’ he joked seriously.
‘Right, listen up.’ Nikki said and reassuringly slapped micks shoulder.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tommy getting back up and use his beer to extinguish the foul taste in his mouth. I took the beer from his hands like a mother and replaced it with a glass of water. He was going to protest, but then saw my hardened expression.
‘Come on, gather round guys.’ Nikki insisted. He also slung an arm over me and pulled me down with him into a huddle with Mick, Vince and Tommy.
‘Look where we are.’ he said proudly, ‘we've got an older man, a kid drummer, a cover band singer and a fucking runaway and his best friend that got swept with them and shrugged it off like it's nothing.’
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When he said that last part, he directed it right at me. The hand resting on my shoulder squeezed affectionately.
‘No one would have thought we'd make it here, so fuck them. Win it all or lose it all, were Mötley fuckin’ Crüe!’
Tommy howled and I laughed in agreement with Nikki's enthusiasm.
‘So let's destroy these motherfuckers!’ the huddle broke apart and everyone high fived.
I pulled Tommy and Vince into a quick good luck hug too before they ran off with mick.
‘Nikki.’ I proudly opened my arms and he immediately dove in for a hug.
He was seriously getting too tall, and whenever we hugged it was either he had to bend down to reach me or I had to get onto my tiptoes.
On special occasions though, like today, he bends down for the hug and then slightly lifts me off my feet. He grinned like an idiot as he sat me back down gently.
‘Nik, come on!’ waved Vince. Nikki stood back up to his full height, but his arms never let go of the lock they had around me.
‘You better fucking kill it out there.’ I stated, patting his chest.
‘Anything for you.’ he playfully bowed and ran off.
‘Ladies and gentlemen, from Los Angeles, Mötley Crüe!’ the announcer announced. The crowds cheering erupted like a bomb as soon as Tommy got onto the stage.
I stood with tom, his date, and Doc on the sidelines, with a clear view of my boys perform. Originally, I wanted to be in the crowds to view them from the front and get the real concert experience, but the whole arena was fully booked and sold out. I couldn't get a ticket even if I told the stadium venue the boys specifically wanted me there. Doc saved me, though, and from now on insisted I just stand backstage and watch them from there with him and tom.
Nikki lead with his bass into their opening song, shout at the devil.
But when the intro really started, Vince bolted onto the stage. There was a whole new set of screaming from the crowd.
‘The title track from our up-and-coming album. We call it ‘‘shout at the devil’’!’ he spoke into the microphone.
He then began to sing, and the crowd chanted with him. And every time a new verse began, fire shot up from the stage in little flame balls, adding to the craze of the whole situation.
‘He's the wolf screaming lonely in the night, he's the blood stain on the stage. He's the tear in your eye, been tempted by his lie. He's the knife in your back. He's rage.’
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‘He's the razor to the knife. Oh, lonely is our lives. My head's spinning round and round. But in the seasons of wither, we‘ll stand and deliver, be strong and laugh and shout!’
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Nikki finished his riff and scanned the crowd for (Y/N). he found her dancing next to Doc, in clear view of the stage by the secondary cameras and sound and control systems.
He smiled at her goofiness, watching her twirl and stepped to the beat of the music. Every time he watches her dance, he reminds himself just how much in love he is with her.
And how much of a coward he is for not telling her how much she means to him.
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oskea93 · 5 years
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Think of You (Part two)
Pairings: Nikki Sixx x OC  Warning: Language 
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1981
“You seriously need to come out of that apartment of yours and have some fun.”
I rolled my eyes as I continued to listen to Mac yell at me through the telephone. “I mean don’t you get tired of grading tracings of handprints and making sure your students spelled cat right?” I could tell that she was frustrated. I had promised her that me moving out to California would allow us to hang out more but I was working more than keeping my promise. I let out a sigh, “I know and I’m sorry, Mac.” I apologized. “How about we meet up for breakfast tomorrow morning or something?”
“Breakfast-” She started. “When the hell did you become an 80-year-old woman; People our age don’t have breakfast meetings!” She screamed into the phone. “I will be at your place in 30 minute and your ass better be ready!” Before I could protest, she had already hung up the phone. I placed the phone back on the receiver and looked over at the clock. It was almost 8:30 and I really didn’t want to be out on the streets of LA this late at night. Granted, it wasn’t that late but the I knew the streets would be crowded with club goers and those trying to find a bed to warm for the night.  I’ve only lived in LA for a couple months but I’ve seen things that I thought I would never see growing up in Georgia. The people that roamed the streets and dwelled inside of the clubs looked as if they were forever celebrating Halloween. I won’t even begin to talk about the girls that roamed around the Sunset Strip. I wouldn’t call myself a prude but there was no way I would walk around with my breast and ass on show for all to see. My parents would have a heart attack if they were to see me like that.
I slowly removed myself from the couch and made my way to my bedroom. Mac didn’t bother to tell me where we were going, so I had no idea what I should or shouldn’t wear. I didn’t know if we were going to a fancy restaurant or to a mom-and-pop type place. I didn’t know if I should wear jeans or a nice skirt. Should I wear heels or a pair of tennis shoes? Knowing Mackenzie, she would show up wearing the skimpiest outfit she owns just to eat at small diner.
Mackenzie Charles was the person I trusted the most in life. Ever since the first day of 3rd grade, the two of us have been inseparable. My parents would say that she was a bad influence, especially as we entered high school, but we had each other’s backs no matter what. She was your typical rebellious girl with family problems and I was little miss innocent with the perfect family. She was the tough one who would kick anyone’s ass and I unfortunately would sit back and allow people to walk all over me.  She was the Ying to my Yang and I felt as if we balanced each other out. Hell, she was the reason I moved from rural Georgia to the hedonistic streets of Los Angeles.
I finally decided on spaghetti strapped skater dress, sandals, and my jean jacket. I kept my hair down in waves and kept my makeup light. As I was finishing up, someone started knocking on the front door. I already knew it was Mac and she was right on the dot. I quickly gathered my keys and bag before shutting everything off. I opened the door and saw that I was right regarding Mac’s outfit of choose. “Are you ready?” She questioned. I just nodded my head as I closed the apartment door. “Where exactly are we going? I asked as we walked to the awaiting cab. There were many quirky things about Mackenzie Charles and one of those quirks was that she refused to own a car. I don’t exactly know why but she flat-out refused and took a cab everywhere she needed to go.
She gave me a mischievous smirk as she entered the cab, “That’s for me to know and for you to find out.” I should have known. We were probably on our way to some seedy club that she loved to go to. I for one was not up to partying tonight or ever for that matter. I could still be in my pajamas right now instead of on my way to some random place in a smelly cab. I let out a sigh as the car started moving. “Come on now-” Mac beamed. “It’ll be fun!” I just rolled my eyes as I watched the Los Angeles scenery pass by. Mac and I’s definition of fun was very skewed. My definition of fun was a nice walk through the park or even seeing a funny movie. Mackenzie’s definition involved drinking and possibly spending the night with a random soul, male or female. I should have never answered the telephone….
“It’s way too loud in here!” I screamed into Mac’s ear.
She had her focus on the band that was playing in front of us, if you even want to call it that.  I knew from the moment that we arrived at the club that I was not going to enjoy myself. There were tons of people waiting in line to get in, mostly girls dressed similar to Mac. They of course looked at me like I had walked out of the Little House on the Prairie. It took us 20 minutes to get into the venue and somehow Mac pushed us to the front of the stage. The band came out seconds later dressed in outfits that men should never wear. They wore tight leather pants, high heeled boots, and the height of their hair was outrageous. I was ready to leave as soon as the music started to play.
I tugged on Mac’s jacket, “I’m ready to get out of here.” I yelled in her direction once again. She just gave me a disappointed look and shook her head. I looked back towards the band and rolled my eyes. I finally took matters into my own hands and decided to leave. I didn’t even bother to let Mac know that I was leaving, it’s not like she would have followed me. I struggled to get through the wall of people, finally making it to the back exit. I quickly left the building, passing by those that were still in line. A rush of guilt immediately raced through my body as I made my way further down the street. I had left Mackenzie there all by herself, what if something happens to her? What if she’s kidnapped on her way home? There was no way I could forgive myself if she were to be hurt or even worse.
I regretfully decided to turn back towards the club. I didn’t feel like waiting in the line again, so I decided to just walk up to the bouncer at the door. I noticed a guy around my age speaking with the bouncer. He looked just as out of place as I did. I’m sure he would be the only person in the club with a yellow and blue stripped polo shirt on. I watched as he struggled to convince the bouncer to let him in. I don’t know what took over me but I made my way up to the pair, “He’s with me.” I showed the bouncer the stamp on my hand. The burly guard looked down at me and then to the skinny man. I don’t think he truly bought it but he just shrugged him shoulders and allowed us both to enter. “Wow-“ The guy started to speak. “Thanks a lot.” He was kind of cute in a nerdy way. “I could have been out there all night.” I just nodded my head and slowly made my way to the sound of the music. The guy that I had helped get in was still by my side as he watched the band on stage. “They’re great, aren’t they?” He exclaimed. I didn’t reply as I tried my best to locate Mac. I knew she was still here. There was no way she would leave a concert with the band still playing.  “I’m Tom Zutaut.” I looked over at the man and saw that he was now looking in my direction. “I just got promoted by Elektra Records.” I gave him a small smile and introduced myself as well. “Caroline Daniels.” He shook my hand and smiled.
“WE’RE MOTLEY CRUE; THANK YOU!”
“Oh my gosh, that lead singer was something else, wasn’t he?” Mac had been going on and on about the band since I found her. She didn’t even realize I had left until the show was over. “Those guys were amazing; we have to see them again.” I remained silent. There was no way I would be going anywhere near that scene ever again. That was a one-time thing and that’s all I could handle. “Let’s get some dinner; I’m starving.” I changed the subject. Mac agreed and we made our way to a small restaurant that Mac recommended. There seemed to be a bit of a crowd hanging around outside but I chose to ignore it and entered the establishment. Mac and I were seated and quickly ordered our drinks.
“I have to use the restroom.” I stated. Mac nodded her head as I removed myself from the booth. I made my way to the bathroom and quickly did my business. As I was walking back to the booth, I noticed a dark headed man talking to Mac. I couldn’t help give him a once over. He was wearing tight, dark jeans, a ratty t-shirt, and a leather jacket. His hair was long and curly, and he was very tall. I quietly slipped back into my place inside of the booth, Mac and the mystery guy noticing that I was back. “Caroline, this is Tommy.” Mac introduced us. “He’s the drummer for the band we just seen.”
I accepted his handshake, “Nice to meet you.” I smiled.
“Yeah, you too.” He smiled back. “I’m glad you guys enjoyed the show; It really means a lot to us.” He beamed. I glanced over at Mac and saw she was basically drooling over this guy. I brought my attention back to my menu as Tommy and Mac continued to talk. I couldn’t help but feel like a third wheel at this point. Maybe I should have just gone home. “Yo, T-Bone!”
The man’s attention immediately turned to the source of the voice. “Bro-” Tommy waved. “Over here!” I tried to see who he was speaking to but the person moved to fast before I could tell. Within a second, another man showed up at our table. My eyes instantly connected with his, causing him to smile. “What’s going on?” The man asked Tommy as they high-fived. I noticed Mac sat a little straighter, causing her breast to stick out a little more. Typical Mac.
“This is Mac and her friend, Caroline. They were at the gig tonight.” The nameless man continued to stare at me, causing me to become very uncomfortable. “Girls, this is Nikki Sixx. He’s the founder and bass player for Motley Crue.” Mac stuck her hand out for him to shake, which he did of course. “You guys mind if we join you?” The Nikki guy spoke. Before I could voice my opinion, Mac quickly replied with a yes. She moved over so Tommy could sit next to her, leaving Nikki to sit next to me.
“So-“ Nikki began. He was seated a little too close for comfort. “You not enjoy the show?” My head snapped in his direction. “Excuse me?” I asked. He let out a laugh as he turned his body towards mine and placed his arm around the back of the booth. “I saw you walk out.” I looked over at Mac and Tommy to see if they were paying attention to us, but they were too wrapped up in each other. I turned my attention back to Nikki. “It wasn’t really my scene and I was getting a headache.” I answered honestly. The smile that was spread across his face was still present as he glared at me. I couldn’t help but stare back. He wasn’t ugly but yet he wasn’t the type of guy I go for. The two guys that I’ve been with were clean cut and wore Wrangler Jeans instead of leather and chains. I couldn’t help but look him over as well. His hair was raven black and sitting high on his head. His hazel eyes were full of life and had hints of leftover makeup from their show. His jawline was to die for and his skin was flawless. He wasn’t stick thin like his friend but had a bit of muscle on him. He wasn’t bad looking but I knew he was bad for me.
“So-“ His voice snapped me out of my staring. “What is your scene?”
I took a drink of my Pepsi seeing as my throat was suddenly dry. He was watching my every move, making me squirm in my seat. “Uh-“ I stuttered. “I like Country and Top 40.” I replied. He nodded his head. “A lot of people seemed to have enjoyed your show though.” I tried to save myself. “You seem to have a lot of fans.”
“You’re not a fan though.” I was taken back by his statement. Why did it matter if I was a fan of their band or not?
He scooted his body even closer to mine. “You wanna go back to my place?”
I could feel my eyes go wide as his question whirled around in my mind. What kind of girl did he think I was? Just because he was in a so-called “rock and roll” band doesn’t mean that I would automatically jump into bed with him. I let out a disgusted huff and started to gather my things. “You gonna answer me?” Nikki spoke again. I quickly turned my head, my eyes connecting with his once again. “I don’t even know you.” I began. “What makes you think I would go anywhere with you?” He looked a little taken back by my comment. I knew that it sounded super bitchy and I usually wasn’t that type of person, but he really pissed me off!
“Woah.” I looked over at the Tommy guy, who was seated next to Mac. “I never heard anyone turn him down before.” He whispered. Mac was looking at me like I was crazy but she was the one who was out of her mine. All three of them were, especially Nikki. “I’m ready to go home.” I told Mac. Her face switched from shocked to annoyed. “Come on now.” Nikki spoke up. “There’s no need to cock block my friend just because you’re being a fucking prude!” My mouth dropped in shock. How dare he talk to me like that. “Let’em have some fun; God knows you’re not going to.” He swallowed down the rest of his drink.
I was seething at this point. “Fuck you!” I yelled in his face. Without hesitation, I pushed his body out of the booth, watching him land hard on the floor. I quickly removed myself from the booth and marched out of the restaurant. I didn’t even care if Mac came after me, I just needed to get away from that arrogant asshole.
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silliusssoddus · 5 years
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The First Names Concept - Night 3
(Roger Taylor x Reader x Vince Neil)
MASTERLIST
A/N: HI HEY IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! there were a lot of exams
and of course a writing-deleting cycle but i've finally gotten it to a point where 'm sorta content w it
anyways i am so sorry for being all ‘ooh symbolism’ in this part i just...really like fleetwood mac...and i’m kind of trying to do the whole ‘show don’t tell’ thing, but i’m terrible at writing and idk when to use what so...yeah...idk
WARNINGS: very small mention of smut, mentions of people taking drugs (not reader), mentions of coke, weed, alcohol, fluffish and angstish at times, car accident and that’s it
WORD COUNT:  5,456 (a lot of stuff happens folks)
SPECIAL THANKS TO: @scarecrowmax for making sure this doesn’t suck, i appreciate it so much!!
CHAPTER SUMMARY: Elektra Records have signed Mötley Crüe their record deal and they celebrate with Queen. You make amends with both boys, which leads you to the position you were in the first place.
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(creds: @taylormaydwithlove)
“Ready Freddie?” 
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(creds: @getthefckouttahere)
“...grabbed your cheeks, feeling him pull you in for a kiss...”
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It was perfectly normal for people to like morning, but some could call you insane for waking up at an ungodly hour just to see the sunrise. But more than often it was because you couldn’t sleep and last night was no exception.
You managed to find your way up to the hotel roof at 5am, seeing the first few orange streaks in the purple-ish clouds, and walked on over closer to the railing.
You wrapped Vince’s jacket - the only thing you could find in the darkness and you couldn’t afford to lose more time finding something else - tighter around your body. Yes, LA had a reputation for being warm all the time, but only when the sun was out.
Thoughts of the past few days flowed through your mind as you saw rays of the orange light flood onto the floor.
Vince was right though, maybe you and Roger weren’t ‘destined to be’. Did that mean you were finally over him? All thanks to Vince himself?
Even if that was the case, you were still mad at him. You wanted to go after the woman and apologise, both on his behalf and your own, but after seeing her with Roger, you began to think that she deserved it.
Turning back around to find a seat, you spotted a metal bench and made yourself somewhat comfy. Your head angled itself so that the back of your head rested on the top of the cold railings, trying your best to ignore how blatantly uncomfortable it felt. Besides, your mind whirred in thought too much for you to even realise it.
Maybe it was how deep in thought you were, or maybe it was because you were starting to fall asleep, but you didn’t realise that Roger had come up to the roof. And you certainly didn’t realise how intently he was admiring you and how you were hugging your knees and staring into the landscape.
“Uh, hey.” he finally cleared his throat to say. You didn’t really have the energy to turn around, especially because you could already recognise the voice.
“Hi.” you returned, failing to meet Roger’s eyes when he made his way over to slump down beside you.
“You didn’t come down for breakfast, so Freddie sent me up to say sorry...or something.”
“I’m late for breakfast? Isn’t it 5?”
Roger let out a sharp laugh at that, so you returned with a look of annoyance. It was way too early to deal with this.
“Maybe it was when you got here.”
You looked down at your watch, eyes widening in shock when you saw that 3 hours had passed.
“Oh whatever, I can wait ‘til lunch.” you relaxed, too tired to even care at this point.
“How did you even know I was here?”
“I guess I know you too well,” he shrugged, “or, at least I thought I did.”
“Oh, that’s what you’re here to talk about. Look, I don’t know how it happened, okay?”
“Yes, but- Y/N I told you I missed you and you just-”
He was struggling, you could tell from the way he paused and groaned in exasperation to let his head fall into his hands.
“You know how unfair that is, right? You had 13 years to say something, but you never did. You brought this on yourself, Roger.”
“I- I know, that’s why I don’t know what to...feel...and Fred wanted me to apologise-”
“It’s alright.” you cut in as a desperate way to help him from struggling so hard.
“H-how do you feel about...me?”
“Rog…” you sighed.
Picking his head up out of his hands, he turned to look at you, his face full of worry when he saw that you still hadn’t moved an inch.
“You know I really like you, I always have and I always will…”
“So what’s stopping you?”
“Everything. Brian, our age-”
“It’s Vince, isn’t it?”
You gave him an irritated sigh again, hoping he’d take it as a sign that you wanted to change the subject. It was the first time the two of you had even discussed what your relationship was, but he could not have picked a worse time to do so.
Giving up, he finally realised the position your neck was in and let out a little chuckle, in hopes that it would be enough to change the topic and lighten the mood.
“Is that even comfortable?”
“Not really,” you laughed in return, “but it’s the only thing that’s stopping the throbbing in my head.”
“Course you got a sore head, you’ve drunk two nights in a row. Uh, here.”
You looked up to see him patting his shoulder and decided it would be better to rest there instead. He used one of of his hands to guide your head, before snaking down your shoulders to place itself on your arm. You grinned to yourself when you felt his hand rubbing your shoulder, while the other rested on the bare skin of your leg, lazily and platonically.
“This might...sound weird...but have you ever thought about what you want to do? I mean, you can’t be around us forever.”
“Christ, you sound exactly like Brian.” you giggled.
“Well he’s right, y’know, you have to find something to spend the rest of your life doing.”
“But I literally can’t do anything. Like, I barely even went to school, because half of the time you guys were too tired or too busy writing songs to drive me there. The only time I actually went was when Oliver’s parents drove me.”
“Oh yeah, Oliver. Never liked that chap. He seemed distracted all the time. But he had you as a girlfriend, I don’t blame him.”
Your cheek grew warmer against his shoulder, but as soon as he realised what he had let slip out, he did everything he could to stop you from talking about it further.
“And don’t say that you can’t do anything, ‘cause I’ve heard you play the organ.”
“God, you’re a genius, I could get a job in a church!”
For some reason, he seemed to think that was the funniest joke in the world, seeing that his chest was rising up and down rapidly as he bellowed in laughter. You joined him, equally as amused, letting yourself get distracted from the conversation you had managed to throw away.
“Hey, uh, speaking of the organ. Freddie managed to seal Vince’s band their record deal and they really want us to be there for their first official concert, to say thanks and whatever, and Freddie suggested we do ‘The Chain’, ‘cause that’s your favourite song...and because you’re the only one that can play the organ...”
“Absolutely not.”
You loved ‘The Chain’. You loved Stevie Nicks, her voice, her words and the meaning behind them. But you had always associated that song with Roger.
“What? Why?”
“For starters, I’m still mad at the both of you.” you said, sitting up straight out of his arm.
“But you’re not mad at Brian, Freddie or John. And you haven’t met the rest of the band. You’d absolutely love Tommy, he’s like a child in an adult body. Reminds me a lot of you.”
“Fuck you too.” you snorted.
“Oi, watch your mouth.” he chuckled in return.
A few seconds of silence passed again as you weighed your options for what you could do.
“Alright fine. But only because I’m not letting Brian down. Or Stevie Nicks.”
He laughed again, watching as you got up off the bench and were headed back indoors.
-
“I look ridiculous.” you told Freddie, standing in front of a mirror as he zipped the back of your purple leather dress.
It looked as if a low neck, leather top was sewed onto a flared, leather skirt, while being horribly tight around you. But you weren’t going to lie by saying you didn’t look great.
“I don’t think I’ve ever felt this self conscious in my 26 years of living.”
“Oh, don’t be so fucking daft, darling, you look fantastic.” he said, smearing some bright red lipstick on your lips. You had done everyone else’s makeup in that hour, but you spent a little while longer on Roger as a result of him mucking around.
“You know you look absolutely gorgeous in anything. And you already have two men drooling over you, imagine what they’d be like after seeing you like this.”
He fluffed up your hair again as a final touch for your outfit and gave you a toothy, reassuring smile.
“On the subject of those two men...can I ask you something?” you said, giggling slightly at his comment.
“Always, love.”
“When we went to see them live, I noticed that Stevie and Lindsey kept looking at each other, like they were singing this song to each other. And it made sense, ‘cause, y’know, that’s what the song’s about - them not wanting to lose their love, because if they did they’d never get it back.”
“And you were wondering who you should sing it to?”
You nodded, letting a sigh out along with it.
Freddie noticed that both bands were just an earshot away and if they concentrated, they would definitely be able to hear your concentration.
“I can’t speak for your mind, darling. Just go with what’s natural.”
“That would be Roger.”
“There you have it.”
“But-”
“Vince is quite alluring, isn’t he?”
“And he told me something really...wise, to be honest. He said if we were meant to date, we would’ve by now.”
“That is a good point. But listen-”
Before he could tell you anything else, the stage manager had knocked on the door and warned you all that there were only 5 minutes left until they were expected onstage.
You and Freddie both made your way back to the boys, not at all surprised to be greeted by wolf whistles and cheers from the younger ones. The fact that their leather jackets had the same ridiculous studs and patterns as your skirt eased your nerves a bit, because you didn’t feel as embarrassed. Besides, you were more than used to trying on Freddie’s and Roger’s clothes in the past. This was nothing compared to that.
“Leather really suits you, Y/N.” Roger commented with a sweet smile.
“Yeah, especially that jacket that I gave you. You gonna wear it?” Vince tried his luck.
You had been giving him the silent treatment from the moment you got here. Sure, you couldn’t help laughing at the greeting he yelled when he saw you (“Ah, the royal fuckers made it!”), but besides that you wanted him to know what he did was bad.
“Actually, I wanted to give it back. It’s not like I was gonna keep it anyways.” you snapped, grabbing the jacket you slung over a chair earlier so that you could shove it on his chest.
Subconsciously, you found your eyes flickering up to meet his and it made you stop your actions altogether. There was a hint of sadness in them, like they were screaming ‘red from crying myself to sleep last night’, but it could’ve easily been ‘red from smoking a blunt’. It wasn’t easy to tell from a guy like Vince.
Maybe you were misjudging him though, because ‘a guy like Vince’ wouldn’t be this affected by his mistake only because of the girl he cheated with.
Girl he cheated with. You felt disgusting. But the feeling couldn’t stay for long, thanks to your own empathy. You blamed Brian for the fact that you care too much.
“Actually, it might look good with the purple on my dress.” you spoke softly, taking your arm back to put the jacket on.
It was a way of forgiving Vince, because if anyone would know how it felt to act out because you had feelings for someone, it was you.
John walked toward you with his blue shirt and the same leather jacket as everyone else. It was hilarious, you felt like a motorcycle gang of rainbows, having  guitarists in red, the singers in yellow, drummers in green, bassists in blue and you in purple. He was the last one to meet them, having to perfect the curly mess of hair on his head so that his furious bopping onstage wouldn’t ruin it.
“Looking good, D!” Tommy said, greeting him with a high five.
“Yeah, yeah, took you long enough.” Roger grumbled, picking up the drum stick he had managed to drop due to attempting one of Tommy’s drumstick twirls. He seemed to give out another huff of annoyance after you, John and Tommy - the only ones that saw what happened - laughed at him.
“Right. Let’s get going, shall we?” Brian said, managing to peel himself away from a very deep conversation about guitars with Mick and turned to lead both bands to the wings of the stage, holding various doors open for them along the way.
There was no doubt that the nervousness was visible in the younger band. John managed to calm Tommy down and talk him out of drinking right before the show, Freddie kept reminding Nikki how proud he was of them, Roger was trying his best not to bite Vince’s head off but gave him useful tips to ease the nerves and Mick and Brian lagged behind, laughing at them.
You noticed Freddie’s jolly expression turn to that of concern when he looked from the stage and back to you. Returning with furrowed eyebrows, which he then answered by nodding over to the stage, you immediately grew more nauseous.
The stage was set perfectly for the situation you were in. The organ was placed so that you faced both the drumkit and the microphones. Great.
You let out a shaky sigh as both John and Freddie gave you a reassuring pat on the back, before turning to give Brian a hug. Despite having made fun of the boys, he tended to be the most nervous one before shows, so you couldn’t even being to think how scared he was to perform with another band.
“What if they hate it?” he said as you pulled out of the hug.
“Bri, you’re asking me if people’ll hate one of England’s greatest bands.” you said with a teasing chuckle.
“Don’t worry, everyone loves it when there’s a change of routine. You of all people should know that, being in a band with Freddie Mercury.”
“Huh, and people call me the smart one. Thanks, sis.” he laughed, before turning around to set up his guitar.
With a scoff of disbelief, you decided to join Freddie and Vince as they were vocalising and warming up their voices, but it shortly turned into a competition of who could reach the highest note.
Of course you won out of the three, using your higher pitched voice as an advantage, but Vince came very near to beating you.
“Ah, it seems like Roger’s got competition.” Freddie had joked, causing everyone onstage (apart from Roger) to erupt into laughter.
That was over as soon as it started, seeing as the stage managers in the wings were frantically waving for silence onstage so that they could flip the spotlights on.
“Please put your hands together for Mötley Crüe!” you heard from the loudspeakers around you. It emitted a tiny roar of excitement, nothing compared to the reaction Queen got.
“And joining them tonight, England’s royal highness, Queen!”
The curtains drew back and you were suddenly greeted by the faces of thousands, screaming and chanting their names like bloody murder. They seemed like restless, tiny blobs of colour, the way you always perceived the audience to be ever since Roger used it to calm you down.
It was right before a gig at the Rainbow back in London. Both Brian and Freddie had insisted that you sang and played with them for one song and you gave in, but you were an easily frightened teenager and didn’t know what to do. Roger spent the day calming you down to the point where you ran onstage with nothing but confidence.
“Ready Freddie?” Roger repeated the words he was so used to before every show.
Freddie gave him and Tommy both a nod to start their drumming before turning to give you a nod to start playing.
And it went really well. Everything was perfect. Your high pitch matched with Freddie’s and Vince’s low tones, the organ sound fit perfectly along with Brian and Mick’s guitars, which you could keep in time with thanks to Tommy and Roger on the drums. Nikki had nothing to do for the time being, so John had kept him occupied by teaching him a few moves that he clumsily followed.
The audience enthusiastically clapped along with the two drummers, on the edge of their seats to see how brilliantly the two sounds were going to mix during the chorus.
But as soon as you thought all of your own fears had melted away, you made a mistake. Not a noticeable one that ruined both bands’ reputation, but one that was sure to ruin your relationship with one of the ‘two men drooling over you’.
You looked up and met Vince’s eyes.
“And if you don’t love me now, you will never love me again...”
You wanted to break the eye contact, but the audience was going absolutely ballistic and the giddiness on his face when he took the small action as a way to confirm that you weren’t mad at him anymore gave you double the guilt you already had. You knew that Mötley Crüe needed this. It was a good way to kick start their band, a way to gain more popularity by actually putting on a show for the audience.
And because you were set on doing things for the audience, you let Vince pull you up from the organ seat and lead you by the hand to the centre of the stage during the little bass solo. The two of you bobbed your heads in time to the gradual crescendo of the drums and you let out a yelp when Vince picked you up by the waist, spinning you around a couple times.
As you were gasping and squealing along with the audience, Vince used his hands to ensure your legs were wrapped around his waist before sliding around your waist. By letting your head fall in the crook of his neck, you deepened the hug.
“Chain, keep us together.” you sang into Vince’s mic once you were on the ground again.
“Running in the shadows.” he sang back, leaning over your shoulder so that his arms stayed wrapped around your waist. His lips then fell on your shoulder to give a quick peck.
Tommy noticed how the drummer’s arms swung down harder by each second, the expression on his face growing angrier.
“Yo!” he hissed to Roger, then doing it louder the second time when the first one failed to get his attention.
“If you break the toms, you’re paying for a whole kit.”
“Sorry.” Roger mumbled, returning his strength back to the softness it was before.
The song ended and Vince made you curtsey (while the rest of Queen bowed, of course) before giving you a kiss on the cheek and a teasing slap on the ass to send you off backstage.
And you didn’t think much of it, because it was only for the audience.
It was only for the audience.
The sentence was the only thing that kept Roger calm.
It was only for the audience.
Vince didn’t mean it and you didn’t actually choose him.
-
You were sat on the floor of the band’s apartment, chatting away with a drunk/slightly high Nikki and finding out that the two of you were more similar than you thought you were.
The topic of parents came up when you noticed a lady had walked over to you, holding out a plate with two lines of coke. Nikki looked ecstatic, rubbing his hands together before picking up the tiny, metal straw. He looked at your blank expression and pointed to the second straw on the plate in confirmation.
“Oh, I don’t-”
“Just one line. I promise I won’t make you an addict.” he laughed.
“I’m good, thank you though.” you laughed in return.
And just on cue, Freddie had waltzed his way over.
“Yo Fred! Want a line?”
“Course I do!” he exclaimed, picking up the straw and copying Nikki’s movements from before.
“I didn’t know cocaine was your thing, Fred.”
“Neither did I. But it doesn’t hurt to try new things. Have a great night, darlings. Ta!” he cheered, getting up to turn on his heel and walk away.
You were about to ask Nikki for a line yourself, but Tommy shortly stumbled toward you after Freddie had left.
“Y/N...I have a serious question for you.” he spoke, forcing creases on his forehead to show that he was indeed being serious. It concerned you, if you were being honest.
“Sure…”
“Are you a witch?” he continued, still no sign of it being a joke on his face.
But you did notice that there was something off in his eyes and you turned to Nikki for help. He only mouthed the word ‘drugs’ and gave a very drawn out nod to ensure that you understood, which you showed by laughing.
“And why do you think that?”
“‘Cause Vince is going crazy about you, dude! It’s like you’ve got him in a spell or some shit. Look.”
And sure enough, you heard the repetitive chanting of your name, accompanied by the blonde singer hopping around the place.
“It’s fucking wild, man. He’s never done this for any other girl.”
You felt your cheeks heating up wildly at the realisation, more so when he decided to add the words ‘I’ and ‘love’ in the mix.
“Who’s up for a beer drinking contest?” he suddenly screamed, evoking a loud cheer from everyone at the party.
There was only one voice that didn’t do the same.
“We don’t have any fucking beers, dumbass.” Mick chuckled.
“Well, I’ll go get some.” he slurred, stumbling his way over to the ashtray in which his car keys were, but falling before he had the chance to even stand up properly.
“Take Y/N with you. She’s the only sober one here.” Tommy chipped in, earning drunk nods of the head from the rest of the boys that wanted you two to make up.
Roger himself nodded, too enticed in an argument with a woman about how bad Queen’s music was. But he didn’t seem mad, rather the opposite. They kept giving each other teasing touches and you suddenly didn’t want to be sober anymore.
You managed to steal Vince’s bottle of vodka and take a swig from it as you were walking out of the house, resulting in him giving out a cry at his stolen good.
“Shit...I didn’t bring my license.” you huffed after you had ruffled through your purse.
“‘S fine, I can drive.” he mumbled, slamming his hip square against the back of his car.
“You sure about that?” you giggled, tightening your grip around the neck of the bottle when he tried to grab for it.
“I know these roads like the back of my hand, pretty lady. And you know how much I look at that.” he winked.
His hands fumbled on his car keys, but eventually managed to put the key in and start the car. For a drunk man, he was surprisingly good at driving, but you guessed it was just muscle memory.
The car radio played softly, tinkling out different hits from the 70s. Vince drunkenly nodded along to the beat of the songs, singing along if he knew the words or looking over to you singing and laughing at the exaggerated movements you made to the love songs.
You loved the way he laughed. You loved the way his teeth glistened and his eyes shone when he did and how the night lights enunciated all of that. The sound itself was boyish and charming and made your heart soar every time you heard it and washed away some of the fears you had letting a drunk man drive.
“Wait wait wait...I need to pull over.” he stated after 5 songs, slowing the car down and parking it on the sidewalk.
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“...I want a blowjob.”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake Vince.” you laughed, slapping his arm playfully.
“No don’t worry, that’s not the reason.”
The smirk he gave you before he left the car made you fear for your life even more.
He appeared once again, now right outside the car door, and opened it up for you.
“M’lady.” he kept the smirk, earning a playful kiss on the cheek from you as you got out of the car.
He took your hand and lead you in the direction of a tatty, old and seemingly abandoned building, with its door broken so anyone could come in. There were no signs, but it screamed ‘keep out’. And Vince didn’t obey.
He dragged you through the endless corridor, which was only lit up by a few lamps scattered on the walls here and there, but you eventually managed to end up in a place that felt colder. Dragging you to a stop, he slammed his hand on the wall and activated some kind of switch that lit up the pool in front of you.
“This place always looks better at night.” he spoke proudly.
“Vince, why are we here?” you asked, trying your best not to sound as irritated as you were.
As you stood there grumbling to yourself, you didn’t notice that Vince had put you on the perfect spot right on the edge of the pool and had lined his hands on your shoulders to push you in.
You fell in with a scream and a loud splash, flailing your arms and legs around desperately to get above water.
Seeing Vince collapsing to the ground in laughter sent something through you. It wasn’t anger or irritation - you just wanted to find a way to get back. So you swam up to the edge and had him perch closer to you.
His childish grin and droopy, naïve eyes almost made you feel bad for even planning your impromptu revenge, so you decided to take it easy on him. You bunched up the front of his shirt and pulled him toward you with your lips puckered, but ducked under the water before your lips could touch. It caused him to tumble into the pool beside you and a louder fit of laughter from you.
“You asshole! I can’t swim!” he gargled, swinging his arms around in desperate need of something to grab on.
A pang of guilt hit you in the chest and you immediately made your way over to him, avoiding the splashes of water the best you could. But as soon as he had access to your shoulders, he found a way to push you down underwater, completely off-guard so you didn’t have the chance to take a deep breath, and kept you there for a few seconds.
When you came back up, you were fuelled with nothing but anger. Maybe a little bit of hysteria along with it.
“Wanker!”
You managed to send a huge wave of water crash over him with your arm, to which he returned the favour and did the same, and things continued like that for a bit. Until he dived down at the same time as you and grabbed your cheeks, feeling him pull you in for a kiss.
Slowly, your laughter came to a halt after the two of you came back up for air, him getting a chance to get a hold of your legs and wrap them around his waist for you. It also gave you both a chance to look into each other’s eyes properly, like when you were in the bathroom, or when you were onstage.
There was still that sense of awe in the way he looked back at you and it was still evident despite the alcohol. It warmed your heart to see, but it didn’t feel right at the same time.
“Stop thinking.” he grumbled, wading through the water over to the edge of the pool with you still in his hold.
“What d’ya mean?” you queried when he hoisted you up onto the concrete surface again.
“Lemme show you.” he stated, reaching over to the jacket he smartly placed on the poolside before you pulled him in. You hadn’t even noticed he had bought his Polaroid along with him, due to the fact that the bag holding the camera was hidden under his jacket.
(thank daniel webber for inspiring this part, i love his photography)
“Say cheese!” he said after pulling the camera out, drawing out the ‘e’ in an adoring manner.
So you gave him a big smile as you were blinded by the flash for a few seconds, but when he looked at what he had taken, you saw that the smile on his own face had disappeared.
“What’s wrong?” you pushed when he didn’t say anything for a few seconds.
“You’re thinking.” he repeated, showing you the picture. You couldn’t see what was wrong, though.
“The light from the pool fills your eyes and your face perfectly. You’re so fucking gorgeous. But your smile ain’t right, babe.”
You bit your lip, not because you didn’t understand what he meant, but you were scared of what he was implying.
“You wish I was Roger, don’t you?”
The sentence hit harder than it was supposed to. Even Vince could see that.
“I- Vince-”
“Nah, it’s fine. I can take you back.” he hummed sadly, hoisting himself onto the poolside next to you.
“No- Vince, please, I want to be here.” you said, but even he could detect the uncertainty in your words.
“I want you.” you corrected yourself
“Then prove it.”
You pulled him by the neck for a rough, messy kiss, causing him to topple onto you. But he pulled away as quick as the kiss started.
“I’d continue if it wasn’t for those two cockblockers standing there.” he answered your confused expression.
You turned to look at what Vince was referring to, only to meet the eyes of two scary-looking security guards (that’s what you assumed they were at least) towering over the two of you with stern faces and crossed arms.
“You’ve got 5 seconds to leave before we call the cops.”
With that, Vince leapt off you and pulled you up with him so that you could bolt out the building into your car again, laughing like mad men along the way.
“That was the most embarrassing to ever happen to me.” you half-mumbled, half-laughed to yourself.
“Let’s get these fuckin’ beers!” he whooped, igniting the car once more and speeding down the road.
It didn’t take long for Vince to drive to the nearest gas station and use his rockstar money to get 8 boxes of 8 cans of beer, which he then had to buckle a seatbelt over because it was his ‘duty as a father to protect his children’ and ‘you’re the mother, you should be concerned about their safety too’.
The ride back to their apartment had a lot of stopping and starting again, as Vince kept his hand on your thigh and couldn’t help going further. You had to frequently scold him and tell him to keep his eyes on the road, but of course he didn’t want to.
‘Baby, It’s You’ started to play on the radio and the two of you simultaneously went to turn the volume up. Vince then rolled down all the windows so that everyone in their cars and their pet dogs could hear the song and your voices harmonising/borderline screaming.
But Vince didn’t keep his eyes on the road at all and you were having too much fun to notice. He leant in to your side to try and steal a kiss, but he pulled the steering wheel in the same direction without realising it. The car skidded and spun in the direction of the grassy field next to you and before you had the chance to grab the wheel and put the car back on track, two blinding lights suddenly appeared in the darkness with a blaring noise you assumed was the horn.
The only sounds you could hear after that was the shattering of glass, the screeching of both cars attempting to break and the song quietly playing in the background. Only, it wasn’t The Beatles’ soothing vocals, nor was it Vince’s.
“I love you too, Roger.”
-
“Holy shit.”
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PART 4
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Babie Crue (6/?)
A/N: Can someone teach me how to make a master list? I really want to make it easier for new readers to find all parts to Babie Crue. Also, I just found the album for The Heroin Diaries! IT FUCKING SLAPS! 1000000/10 would recommend!
Description: After locking Cam and Tommy in a broom closet, the band almost misses soundcheck. The show then runs smoothly, but someone recognizes Cam when she comes on stage for “Your Song”.
Warnings: FLUFFY TOMMY AND CAM, angst? Swearing, mentions of abuse, drinking, and drug use.
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The band let Cam finish getting ready for the show, despite the fact that they physically could not pull Tommy away from his new love. Cam quickly pecked Tommy’s lips, of course with the promise that he would receive more, then ducked back into her room to adjust her outfit. The band ditched her, hurrying as fast as they could to the venue in order to make soundcheck, but Tommy left a twenty on the door handle before he left, covering Cam’s cab fare. Doc was furious with the band and pulled Cam off to the side when she arrived as well. 
“What the fuck happened, Cam? I thought I told you to keep them on time!” Doc whisper shouted, pulling Cam away from the stage. 
“Doc, they were on time! Nikki and Vince decided a last minute game of 7 Minutes in Heaven was more important. They wouldn’t let me out, okay?”
“Who’d they lock you with? Mick? ‘Cause that fucker needs to get laid like it’s nobody’s business.” Doc joked, taking Grace out of Cam’s arms as they all walked back to see how soundcheck was going. 
“No, actually. They locked me in with...Tommy.” Cam admitted, hanging her head low, the floor suddenly more interesting than Doc’s disapproving look. 
“You have the hots for Tommy? I woulda pegged you a Nikki girl if I’m being honest.” Doc joked again, nudging Cam’s shoulder with his. 
“You’re not mad?” Cam questioned, mildly shocked. 
“Of course not. Why would I be?”
“Employees aren’t supposed to fall in love with the band.” Cam explained.
“Ah, but you’re not an employee, Cam. You’re a friend of the band that just happened to need money. There’s a loophole for everything, right?” Cam nodded and smiled at Doc, a silent thank you for everything he’s done since the tour started. Grace giggled as Vince danced like an idiot to get his niece's attention before going back to center stage and continuing “Looks that Kill”. Doc excused himself, muttering something about how off the lighting was. Grace wanted more attention from her family on stage and almost backflipped out of Cam’s arms to get it. 
“They’ll come back later, pretty girl. Let’s get you fed, alright?” Cam left to the greenroom, bumping into Zutaut. 
“Hey, Cam! Guess what?” Tom asked excitedly, almost like a child. Cam tried not to roll her eyes, but she turned her attention back to the A&R rep. 
“What, Tom?” 
“Motley is gonna have a meet and greet tonight! Thousands of people were chosen at random to meet the band. Isn’t that great?” 
“Yeah, actually it is! Finally Elektra is doing something right. Can you hold Grace a second? I swear, Zutaut, if you drop her it won’t just be me you have to deal with.” Tom gulped as he gingerly held the baby girl in his arms. Cam fixed a bottle for her daughter, shaking the bottle to combine everything. Grace almost did another trapeze act as her chubby hands grabbed the bottle and brought it to her lips. Cam took Grace back and they made their way back to the stage, soundcheck almost over. 
“Alright, guys. Show starts at 9, and afterwards, your very first meet and greet! You’re gonna do great!” Tom left, probably to go find Doc. Tommy then came up to Cam and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, placing a kiss to her hair. 
“Hey, come here!” Tommy pulled Cam towards his drum kit, sitting on the stool and patting his lap. 
“Tommy, no! I can’t play your drums! You won’t even let Nikki play them.” Cam argued. 
“Well, I’m not dating Nikki, now am I?” Tommy smirked, causing Cam to blush and adjust Grace on her hip. 
“No, you’re not. But what do I do with Gracie?”
“Give her to Mick, but come back here, okay?” Cam nodded and made her way over to Mick, who automatically went into dad mode as Grace was transferred to him. Cam smiled at Mick, who of course smiled back and nodded back in the direction of Tommy, the drummer practically bouncing out of his skin. 
“You ready?” Tommy asked as Cam made her way back to him, trying to get comfortable on his lap. He handed her the drumsticks, adjusting her grip as needed. 
“What do I play?” Cam asked, poorly trying to mimic how Tommy spun the sticks between his fingers. Tommy chuckled and kissed Cam’s cheek as he steadied her hands over the drums. 
“How about this, count to three. On one and two, hit the snare. On three, the cymbal. It’ll sound a little like We Will Rock You.” Tommy guided her hands at first, pointing out which drum was the snare, then letting go and resting his hands on Cam’s thighs. 
Cam was ecstatic. She messed up a couple times, but quickly got the hang of it, slightly speeding up.
“Great! Now with your right foot, tap the hammer for the bass drum. Add that one to the snare.” Cam did as she was told, the familiar melody of the Queen song echoing through the empty arena. She was so caught up in what she was doing, she didn’t realize everyone else had grabbed their instruments and joined in the jam session. 
“Buddy, you’re a boy, make a big noise, playing in the streets, gonna be a big man some day! You got mud on your face, you big disgrace, kicking your can all over the place. Singing!” When Vince started singing, Cam jumped and almost dropped the sticks, but Tommy kept her on beat
“WE WILL, WE WILL, ROCK YOU!” Everyone joined in on the chorus and eventually, they all made it through the song, including Mick’s version of Brian May’s guitar solo, which Cam thought was a little better than the original. Everyone applauded Cam as she turned and hid her bright red face in her flannel. 
“You should replace Tommy. You’re good for an amateur.”  Vince commented as Tommy wrapped his arms around Cam’s waist and placed a few kisses on her neck. 
“I agree. Too bad we can’t play We Will Rock You for every show.” Nikki added, teasing Cam slightly. 
“Doors open in three!” someone yelled, breaking up the impromptu jam session. Tommy had been so preoccupied, his hair and makeup weren’t done, which horrified Cam. Hair and make up couldn’t be done in three minutes, but Cam knew Ruby was magic in a crunch. 
“Go get ready, Tommy.” Doc ordered, interrupting the new couple’s cuddle session behind the drums. Tommy nodded and kissed Cam on her cheek as he left. Cam hid her gaze from Doc, a knowing smile splitting his face in two, and scurried to the greenroom. Thankfully, Grace had fallen asleep in Mick’s arms and the guitarist placed her on the couch, adjusting the pillows so she wouldn’t fall onto the floor. 
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“Okay, y ’all, you know the drill! We have a very special friend on tour with us, and every night, her baby girl falls asleep to this song! We’d like to bring her out, but we’re gonna need some help in serenading this amazing creature! Can y ’all do that?!” The crowd bellowed in response to Vince’s question as Tommy moved to the piano. 
“You heard them, Cam! Get your cute ass out here!” Tommy bellowed into his own mic as Cam made her way to the stage. Tommy winked at her as she shuffled onto the stool placed next to Vince and the chords for “Your Song” started playing. 
Everyone was singing, serenading Cam, except for one person. He was enjoying the show, and he knew about this tribute, but no one he knew had ever been close enough to identify Cam. He almost dropped his drink when she came out on stage looking happy and safe. He hated that. He wanted her to burn. And he had the perfect excuse to get close to her: Motley Crue’s meet and greet.
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The song ended, which meant the show was over. The boys bowed and left the stage, Tommy and Nikki wrapping their arms around Cam’s shoulders as they escorted her off stage. Doc quickly ushered all of them to a separate room where the meetup was going to happen. Fans were quickly arriving, the line filled with a loud buzzing of excitement. 
“Cam, we’re gonna have you greet people as well, but while they wait in line. Is that cool with you?” Zutaut asked, escorting her to the front of the line. 
“Yeah! Find someone to watch Grace for me? Please don’t let it be another groupie; they’ll just try to steal her ‘cause all of Motley has touched her.” 
“On it, doll. Have fun!” Zutaut left Cam to deal with the excited fans that were waiting. She spotted a little girl, maybe four years old, and immediately went towards her.
“Hi sweetie! What’s your name?” Cam asked, kneeling to meet the girl’s eyeline. 
“My name’s Lucy! And you’re Cam!” 
“I am! Lucy is a very pretty name! Are you excited to meet the band?” Cam smiled so brightly, her cheeks hurt. 
“Yes! I mostly wanted to meet you though.” Lucy answered, suddenly getting shy and hiding behind her dad’s leg. 
“Oh yeah? Well besides me, who’s your favorite in the band?”
“Nikki. He’s pretty!” Cam giggled at Lucy’s answer. Cam stood and held out her hand, which Lucy happily took. Cam escorted the little girl and her parents to the room where the band was, and Lucy squealed loudly. 
“Who’s this pretty lady?” Vince asked, kneeling onto the floor, the rest of the band following. 
“This is Lucy! She’s so excited to meet you, isn’t that right?” Lucy nodded, suddenly shy again, but opting to hide behind Cam instead of her dad. 
“Hey, sweetheart! Did you like the show?” Tommy asked. Lucy nodded again. Cam knelt in front of Lucy, running her fingers through her soft blonde hair. 
“Do you want me to introduce you to them? I promise they’re not as scary as they look, it’s just a lot of makeup and hairspray.” Lucy nodded, a smile on her face as Cam lifted up the girl in her arms. 
“This is Mick, and Tommy. That’s Vince, and your favorite on the end is..?”
“NIKKI!!” Lucy squealed as she reached for the bassist. Nikki welcomed Lucy with open arms, the girl squeezing her tiny arms around his neck. Cam smiled at the interaction, shook her parent’s hands, and left the family with Motley. 
As she left to go meet more fans, she couldn’t believe how much the band had changed since Grace had been around. Cam had heard stories about little kids meeting their favorite band, but she’d never seen an interaction like that before. 
Making her way down the line, shaking hands and talking to more fans, a hand popped out from deep within the line and grabbed Cam’s wrist. 
“Hello, gorgeous.” Cam’s heart dropped to her feet as her eyes followed the hand to it’s owner. 
“Dev...” Cam’s throat dried as she choked on his name, a sick smile gracing his lips. 
“Oh so you do remember me. I thought you’d be too busy fucking Motley Crue to notice me.” Cam tried to pull her and away, but Dev’s grip was iron on her wrist. 
“Dev, you need to let me go.” Cam protested as Dev pulled her to his chest, face so close she could smell the beer on his breath. 
“Oh no, I’m not letting you go again. Come on, we’re leaving.” Dev pulled her away from the fans, the altercation turning a few heads. As they made their way down the line, someone grabbed Dev’s shoulder in a futile attempt to help free Cam. Dev’s fist flew through the guy, landing on his nose with a sickening crack. The man fell to the ground, but Dev didn’t flinch as he continued to force Cam away from prying eyes. 
“Excuse me, where are you taking Cam?” Zutaut questioned as the pair exited the meeting area. 
“I’m her boyfriend. Our daughter is sick at home and I had to find Cam so she could help with our child. Right, sweetie?” Cam nodded slowly, but silently prayed Tom would go get Doc or someone equally as strong. 
“Hmm. Strange. You must have her confused with someone else with the same name. That’s Vince’s groupie. Been trailing her around for the last three shows.” Zutaut explained, poorly protecting Cam. 
“No she isn’t. She’s coming home with me.” Before Cam or Zutaut could protest further, Dev dragged the woman out to the parking lot. “You thought you could run away from me and get rid of me that easily? Well, baby, I’ve been tracking you for a while. You’re never leaving me again.” 
Cam flinched as Dev slapped her and then kicked her feet out from under her. Once she was on the floor, Dev let go of her arm and migrated to her hair as he proceeded to beat her senseless. 
“What. Were. You. Thinking?” Dev asked as he punched more bruises onto Cam’s body.
“I don’t know! I’m sorry, Dev! I won’t do it again, I promise! Please stop!” Cam pleaded, spitting up blood with every word.
“I don’t believe you!” Dev yelled, preparing to hit Cam again.
“Well believe this!” Dev fell as Nikki punched him across the face. Sharice (who had been around for a while now) pulled Cam to her feet and helped walk her away from the fight between Motley and her ex-boyfriend. 
“They’re gonna get hurt! We have to go back!” Cam whimpered as Sharice helped her on the bus. 
“I promise you, they’ll be okay. You should know better than anyone how they get when someone fucks with someone they love.” Sharice sat across from Cam, just monitoring the mother. 
“Where’s Gracie?” 
“She’s asleep in the back.” Cam nodded her thanks and laid her head on the seat. The door was slammed open and in an instant, Tommy’s face was in front of Cam’s. 
“Baby, stay with me, okay. Focus on my voice. Keep your eyes open, okay? We’re gonna get you cleaned up. Jesus I’m so sorry this happened to you.” Tommy and Nikki lifted Cam from the chair she was in, but she couldn’t feel her legs as they moved her. They placed her next to the sink in the bus, Nikki fluttering around as Tommy started cleaning up Cam’s face. 
Her eye was already swelling and turning purple, her lip the same way. Her nose was bleeding, and there were scratches all over her body from the asphalt and where Dev had broken skin with his boots. Tommy wet a washcloth under the cold tap, grimacing as Cam flinched. He cleaned her as gently as he could while keeping himself calm. 
“Are you okay?” Cam whispered, gripping her fingers on his t shirt, pulling him closer to her. 
“I should be asking you that question, Cam. I’m gonna kill Zutaut for putting you on line duty!” Cam’s hand migrated from Tommy’s shirt to his hand, wrapping her small bruised one around his. 
“Kill him later. Kiss me now.” Cam begged Tommy. The drummer’s heart shattered, but he nodded and leaned in as Cam followed. Her lips were still bloody and swollen, the feeling made Tommy want to puke. She needed this almost as much as he did, so he stayed pressed to her. Cam pulled away with a whine, tears falling from her swollen eyes. 
“Oh baby. I’m so sorry.” Tommy apologized as he pulled Cam to his chest, letting the mother cry as hard and as long as she needed to. He swore on her life that she wouldn’t get hurt again, and he failed. But that wouldn’t happen again. Even if it was his life for hers, Tommy would do anything to protect Cam, starting with Dev.
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A/N: ashdoueshroioh TWO PARTS IN TWO DAYS! What did you guys think??
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mementomorimthrfckr · 5 years
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LIVE TARGET PRACTISE
A chat shaped into a script and is to be kept forever. Thanks @gloriousxdarkness 
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CHARACTERS are FRANK CASTLE and ELEKTRA NATCHIOS. The SCENE is on a rooftop near HELL’S KITCHEN. Because the only place these characters know to meet up on seems to be rooftops.
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Previously FRANK had seen pictures of ELEKTRA holding a gun. It sparked something in him. Excited him. Irked him. Provoked him. Spurred the following;
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FRANK: Is that a gun? Are you into guns now?
FRANK thinks it’s kinda hot, too.
ELEKTRA: I never said I couldn’t use guns. ELEKTRA: I’m best at knives. I’m only spectacular with everything else.
FRANK’S eyes narrows. Would she even know how to aim? He sees how his scepticism offends her. But FRANK’S a SNIPER. He’s thinking that everyone gets the idea that they can handle a gun; that doesn’t mean they can do it well. And he gets to.
ELEKTRA looks like she’s about to shoot him just to prove a point. The communication between them wordless; heated glares and silent disapproval. Zoom in on their eyes.
ELEKTRA is the first to break the silence. Dissatisfaction etched on her face.
ELEKTRA: I can fucking shoot, okay?
FRANK looks unimpressed.  
ELEKTRA: Like it’s hard?
FRANK lifts his eyebrows. He has the audacity or balls, even, to look bored.
ELEKTRA: I’ll fucking shoot you right now.
ELEKTRA’S little rant seemingly has no effect on him. But he secretly loves how he’s gotten to her.
FRANK: Sure, up close is easy.
FRANK continues to challenge her. He pulls out a weapon, because he’s always carrying those? One of his Colts. He loads it and flips it in his palm so he’s holding it by the barrel, offering her the grip. The barrel points down, away from his body.
FRANK: Don’t miss.
To this day FRANK still claims he’s not suicidal. But to the onlooker it looks like a completely different story. The guy has suffered tragedy, alright? It wouldn’t surprise anyone if he was a little suicidal.
ELEKTRA: You’re an idiot.
Everyone knows she’s right. Everyone but FRANK. He shrugs.
ELEKTRA accepts the gun. Determined. Stubborn. FRANK walks a few steps backwards without turning his back on her, giving her space. Up close IS easy after all. ELEKTRA aims. She’s absolutely stunning. Gracious. FRANK appreciates that. A gunshot whips through the air. The sound sharp, uncomfortable. ELEKTRA’S shot clips his ear. It bleeds a little. Will most definitely fuck with his hearing. ELEKTRA’S face is impossible to read, her triumph hidden. FRANK is as stoic as ever.
FRANK (grumbly): Did you miss on purpose?
The idiot, FRANK, still eggs her on. Like come on, man? Do you want to do that when one of the most lethal women in the universe is pointing a gun at you? FRANK think it’s exciting.
ELEKTRA: Do you want me to hurt you?
ELEKTRA is amused and frustrated at the same time, if such a thing is possible. They’re playing this deadly game, that they never seem to tire of, flirting underneath it all.
FRANK (stubbornly): I wanna know if you can shoot.
FRANK wants her close. Close and angry beats away – which was the other option.
ELEKTRA thinks that it is fair and shrugs. Maybe even excited by the prospect. Challenge accepted. She likes challenges; it makes her existence less boring.
ELEKTRA (playfully?): If you want to be my target practise, you better put some Kevlar on, Castle.
There’s a hint of seriousness to ELEKTRA’S tone. She does indeed intend to shoot the mother fucker.
FRANK is wearing layers. T-shirt. Hoodie. One of his three jackets. (Inside joke, yo.) The bullet proof vest with the white graffiti skull a part of THE PUNISHER’S outfit. But he wasn’t being THE PUNISHER tonight. FRANK pulls at his hoodie and t-shirt, showing her his chiselled abs. Without words telling her she’d be hitting flesh. FRANK is ready to deal with the consequence of that.
ELEKTRA play’s it cool, even if she likes what she sees. She cocks her head at him. Get on with it. FRANK pulls the t-shirt and hoodie back down, covering up.
FRANK: I’ll be over there.
FRANK nods towards a building across the street. Bites back a remark about whether she knows how to reload.
FRANK: Try not to miss.
FRANK smirks playfully and winks at her before he jumps onto the fire escape.
ELEKTRA know she’s a good shot. She taps her foot impatiently, waiting for him to appear on the other roof. Not as good as him though. But she’ll make damn sure that FRANK knows that she’s good enough.
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fadedtoblue · 5 years
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Daredevil 610 is killing meee ah beautiful. What are you fav mattelektra comics moments? Sorry if you’ve already answered this
Honestly, I’ve been thriving ever since I saw those preview pages lol. I’m totally buying the rest of this run and the MK mini at my LCS! 
And no worries btw! I have indeed been asked this, and I will link to my previous response here, which are undoubtedly some of the more “romantic” moments in Mattelektra comics canon :). I’ve also answered a question about Elektra’s relationship status that includes 2 of more angstier moments, even though neither are super direct Mattelektra scenes. This isn’t a very comprehensive list though. 
Here are a few more to expand my list - they’re kind of all over the place, sorry in advance!!
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I love this moment from Miller’s Elektra Lives Again, which show watchers will recognize from the end of DDS2. It’s a bit of a strange example as I believe in this particular page, she’s just in his imagination - but the sadness and the pain he’s feeling over her loss is quite palpable. I’m not a huge fan of the art in this particular book but I love the story.
Another interesting moment from the Bendis run for both Elektra (Vol 2 #6) AND Daredevil (Vol 2 #28) - 
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I’m not showing all of the other panels b/c...it’s a lot of panels, but this is a moment I quite love because it’s between two issues that crossover very briefly and in a very Mattelektra way - Elektra’s entire issue is about finding out there’s an open bounty on Matt’s head, and so of course she breaks into and rummages through his office until she’s found that he’s kept this small piece of her outfit locked away from before she died. Commence feels. She ends up killing a would be assassin at his building and leaving Matt a note. Of course. In his issue, Matt finds her note, briefly dwells on her death, and then goes to kick a lot of ass, but I love that it’s a pair of POV moments happening at the same time. It’s a great look at their headspace when it comes to each other.
My last fav, and again, not totally traditional lol, is this set of pages from the end of the Shadowland run. Now, I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but I like the way they wrote Elektra and her dynamic with Matthew, talking him away from the darkness. It actually gives me some DDS3 vibes, tbh. I skip over a few pages in between the first and second image btw -
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Matt ends up stabbing himself to stop the Beast, whose control of Hell’s Kitchen is finally broken, and when everyone’s backs are turned, it’s implied that Elektra helps sneak Matt out of there. I think this is the last time we see Elektra play such an extended role in Matt’s stories for a while, which is unfortunate, but I love everything this shows about their dynamic and what they will do for one another. For me it really cemented that Elektra is one of the very few, if possibly only person that really understands him to his soul. 
Anyway, I can’t wait wait WAIT for 610 and here’s to hoping Elektra sticks around through the remainder of the arc!! 
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canaryatlaw · 6 years
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okay. another long and mostly good day. The vast majority of it was good but I got slightly peeved at my family and of course particularly at my asshole (older) brother, but whatever. Jess’ alarm went off at 8, and we started getting dressed. I was doing my Ramona Flowers cosplay today, and I was pretty sure I was going to melt because the outfit was legit a hoodie and then another jacket over that, but I did my best to find ones that were described as lightweight. I was doing normal make up today so I ddi that and then we headed out. My house perpetually never has breakfast food, so we stopped at McDonalds for food and coffee, and then we were on our way. The ride there and back went pretty smoothly both days, nothing really crazy that would be an issue. We got there right around 10 when it opened, and there was quite a line to get past security and inside, so we had to wait outside and I was doing my best not to totally overheat lol. I set the metal detector off at the juvenile courthouse so many times that now whenever I walk through one and don’t set it off, it feels like an accomplishment honestly 😂 but we got in, Brandon wasn’t out yet so we browsed for a while mostly looking at funko pops, Jess wanted the ATOM of course and I was casually looking for Ramona since I know they have one and that would be cool to have. I’m also going to buy the Elektra from Daredevil pop at some point, just haven’t gotten around to it yet (and my stack of dark haired women that can kick your ass funko pops is getting quite tall lately). We also went back to the t-shirt place from yesterday and browsed for a bit, I resisted the temptation to buy more wonder woman shirts, partially because they were just in unisex sizes that I don’t like how they fit me. But I did get the “Nelson and Murdock: attorneys at law” shirt I wanted so that made me happy. It reminds me of my first year legal writing class which is all graded anonymously through your student ID number so our prof said we could make up a name to actually sign it with, and I ended up putting “Sara Lance, Assassins at Law” as opposed to attorneys at law and I felt very clever lol. I’m pretty sure I put the address as like 123 Comingforyou drive too. Good times. So then we made our way back to Brandon’s table as he had arrived, so we were good and waited in line, then talked to him of course, he noticed and complimented my cosplay immediately, a lot of people actually told me they liked it which I was pleased to hear because she has a lot of different outfits in the movie and it’s not like you’re gonna memorize every one, but I’m sure the wig with the rather distinctive larger pieces in the front helped. So we chatted with him and took some selfies, which thankfully look better than the ones from yesterday that were god awful. I told him I wanted to do a fighting photo op pose, so we were prepared for that. The photo op wasn’t till 1:30 though and we didn't have much else to be, and Brandon was kinda swamped so we couldn’t really just chill with him. So we walked around a bit more then ended up sitting in front of their main panel stage, and happened to watch the kids costume contest, which was sooooooo adorable, so many precious children. the one who takes the kid though was definitely this little boy who dressed as a transformer, with like, incredible detail and care, but the kicker is when he lays down HE CAN ACTUALLY TRANSFORM INTO A TRUCK and if that’s not the coolest idea ever I don’t know what is. So, unsurprisingly, he won, got some sort of star wars land speeder things, idk. That started at 12 and we wanted to be at the photo op at like 1 because they tended to start early. Brandon wasn’t at his table, so we talked to his handlers for a bit, who are both super nice and like, actual friends with Jess now lol, so we did that before going to the photo op, and unsurprisingly they started like 20 minutes before the scheduled time. We were sent to wait behind the photo set up and I’m standing there waiting and this guy in a fucking spider-man costume just like, walks past me and places himself on line and I really, really wanted to be like “hey asswipe, do you actually know how not to be a fucking moron??” but the small amount of common sense I do have decided that it wasn’t worth it so I just glared at him periodically. When I got into the photo op we kind of figured out our pose and then took the photo, and it came out super good, I’ll grab it and post it on here in a minute (well, when I’m done here). Once we had the photo we went back over to the table and shamelessly cut the line (wow I’m a hypocrite but like we have street cred here we can do that) to show Brandon the photo op, and he of course signed it without me even asking, and wrote a very funny message about the two characters, so that made me happy. Having done the rounds a lot and not really having much else to do we decided to say goodbye and head out, Brandon was leaving at 3 anyway so he could get back to Courtney and their son for Father’s Day (awwwwww). Saying goodbye is always hard and like, it’s hard to say when we might see him again since not a whole lot of stuff has been announced so far. I definitely did miss Courtney being there too. But anyway, we headed out and decided we needed some lunch, so I decided Jess needed to try authentic New York pizza (on the hierarchy of NY foods non-Yankees need to try while here is like 1) bagels 2) pizza 3) either carvel or friendly’s, 4) kosher delis 5) diners, and 6) normal delis). so I just googled mapped the nearest pizzeria and went there, because I know we can get fab pizza at any place there, and it was very fab! I love getting pizza whenever I’m here, so it was really a must. Jess very much enjoyed hers, even if she continues to talk about how Chicago deep dish is better, but I’m quite aware that’s more to antagonize me than an actual opinion at this point 😂 when we were walking out she was yelling like “DEEP DISH IS BETTER!!!” and I was like “careful, you can get shot for saying stuff like that here” and this random guy who was walking away from his car was like “I’ll get the gun” and we both basically died laughing. Drive home was fine, hit a bit of traffic but nothing bad. When we were right about to pass a Carvel I had the bright idea to ask if Jess wanted ice cream (because I always want ice cream, of course) and she said heck yeah so we pulled into the place. I got my favorite vanilla soft serve with chocolate crunches on the outside and in a waffle cone, Jess ended up order a combination of their three different types of sherbet that they made especially for her 😂 it was also funny because we were chatting a little with this lady standing next to us, whom we discovered was also from Chicago and was here visiting, lol. so that was good. Carvel doesn’t have a seating area or anything, so we just went back to the car to eat them, and damn, they tasted so good, but it took sooo long to finish them (and that was the “small” version), When we did finish I drove the rest of the way home, things were a bit busy with everyone prepping for father’s day dinner, one of our family friends was over and in charge of the steaks, so there was all that. We basically just chilled in my room until we got called for dinner, which was being held outside at the table on the patio, which is always nice. Dinner was pretty good, things were pretty solid, We broke before dessert and then rejoined a bit later, and while dessert was very lovely my asshole older brother started making asshole comments and like....objectively it was nothing, I know it was nothing, but it just makes me so damn mad when he says does things like laughing at me and then saying “oh please, Rachel would be a terrible lawyer for (specific area of law” and I really just wanted to get up and punch him and like.....I hate this so much because I so want to be at a point where stupid little things like that don’t get under my skin, but honestly the stupidest little jerk comments just trigger all these emotions in me because this, and much, much worse, happened for so many years, and when he does it now it’s like I’m right back there, living a life I desperately wanted to get out of any way possible- any way at all. Of course it only got worse from there, because we were talking about job shit and my parents were pulling more of this “well you’re just going to come to New York even though you’ve told us like 12 times on this trip that you want to stay in Illinois” and just like the fact that they really don’t seem to give a damn about how I feel about major decisions in my life and that’s really infuriating. And then of course the friend of my father’s came up in conversation and it was the guy who posted the creepy comment about “smiling” on my facebook photo and I said so, and then of course nobody took me serious at all, they’re all laughing and making fun of me for even being creeped out about this and it was surely not what he intended, and I mean, of course I held back that like 10 years ago when I was 16 he messaged me late at night a few times and asked me creepy invasive questions, so one damn comment of “smile” (which is bad enough tbh) meant a whole lot more than that. So I was kinda pissed over them still refusing to take anything I feel into account, they just laugh every time I get upset and mad and I really just want to fucking punch them and be told my feelings are valid for once in my fucking life, for fucking ONCE for one of them to be sorry for something they did to me, fucking tortured me, and the word “sorry” never came to their lips about it, and they think they never did anything wrong, and if I tried to bring it up I would only be mocked and shit on more, and I’m just like I’m done with this. However, within and in between all of this happening, my dad decided the best way to get me to stay in New York would be for them to basically adopt Jess (and I mean, he ain’t wrong) and move us both out here, like he's legit getting in contact with people who might know of teaching jobs because my dad is fucking wild okay. And there is currently at least one semi-viable lawyer position open on LI right now so I mean I’ll see what happens there. My parents seem to be of the opinion that I should stay in NY even if I don't have a job lined up because I’ll get one eventually but like, that’s the exact same situation as Chicago, except I have way more contacts there and dad’s contacts have been totally unsuccessful up to this point, Sigh. This is long, Guess I had a lot to say. After dessert we pretty much retreated to my room and spent the rest of the night in here, with my dad coming in two times setting up information about jobs for both of us, and like, I told Jess before we got here my parents were probably pay her rent if I asked them too, and they definitely proved that this weekend. We didn’t really do anything else before getting ready for bed, so that’s about it. I am super super tired and we fly out early tomorrow morning (not like 6 am thankfully, but 8:30 flight still means I have to get up at six, so I am officially ending this post here so I can actually shut my eyes before the do some involuntarily. Goodnight babes. Stay gorgeous,
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