#reply: billy kaplan

[rickyriddle]

HOLY SHIT HELLO?????? HELL FUCKING OH??????????????? HOW TF WERE U RIGHT. UR RIGHT UR RIGHT UR RIGHT

LIKE SPOT ON?????? R U A GOD??? I MUST WORSHIP U NOW. CAN U TELL MY FUTURE??? WHEN WILL I GET A WIFE

I can't take all the credit, I have seen people theorize about Billy making up the road. With that in mind, during my rewatch, I just noticed all the clues staring at me. The ballad being written by Agatha though, and being a con to steal magic, that I come up with that on my own. I didn't know Nicholas was involved tho.

IMO, this is more proof of how well-written the show is. Being able to guess the twist upon rewatch shows that we had all the information. Everything was so well-thought-out and planned meticulously to end up on this reveal. So again, I can't take credit here, the honors go to the show director and all the cast who worked on this amazing series.

Here are my final thoughts on my theory if you are interested: here

As for your question... you will get a wife when the moment comes because you deserve love and happiness. I hope you can find your special person, someone you love enough that you want to marry and spend the rest of your life with. I believe in you!

[thegreatunifier]

☁️ (first a soft one)

Making plans of any sort for Billy Kaplan and Teddy Altman always felt like a game of Russian Roulette, where instead of 5 empty chambers and 1 bullet, it was the opposite. Because inevitably, whenever they made plans with friends or family or just the two of them, someone decided that it was their day to wreak havoc somewhere in the universe and either one or both would be called to duty at the drop of a hat. At first, it was small things like the bank being robbed while they were visiting their favorite comic book shop down the street, or someone deciding that bringing a semi automatic to the mall while they were out with Billy's brothers and having to spend the rest of the day cleaning up the mess. But now that they are more well known with being associated with the Avengers and Dr. Strange and even some of the X-Men when the situation demanded, the occurrences seemed to be coming more frequently. Which wasn't a problem, really it wasn't. Teddy knew that this was one of the downfalls that came with being a hero. He knew that crime waited for no man, woman or child, human or no. But sometimes the constant running and dodging and saving and protecting had them so caught up in everyone else's problems that the two of them often forgot about their own. Like today. Today was forecasted to be a perfect, New England autumn day. The sky was cloudless, the air was crisp, clean and sweet with the scents of sun warmed leaves.

And the two of them were strolling leisurely through Central Park with no real destination in mind. It was a day that felt infinite, where time stood still despite the bustle of the city around them. Teddy had been on a mission to find every single hidden nook and cranny within the 843 acres that he could, and so far he estimated he only found less than 1/10th of what could be here. Sure, he could ask Billy to scan the place, sure he could do his research but exploring without a plan, rhyme or reason was part of the adventure. So now, with them trekking off the concrete path, moving randomly through the trees and crevices of rock, Teddy suddenly stopped in his tracks. It wasn't something that was even semi remarkable. It was simply a huge boulder that jetted up from the earth like a whale breaking the surface of the waves. While the lower parts were covered in moss, the higher the granite grew it became more weathered and sun bleached. It was a testament to how long it had been there, undisturbed, withstanding the elements of weather, time and human. "There it is!" He grinned, taking Billy's hand as they carefully made their way to the boulder's base. He had seen it from above, flying back from one mission or another in the dark and the light of the full moon had glanced upon the stone so perfectly that he knew he just had to find it again. "Tee, you know both of us can fly right?" Billy chuckled when his fiancée had let go of his hand to start scaling the stone. Despite it being quite cemented, there weren't a lot of places where one could get a hold of if they did ever want to mount the summit.

"yes, but where is the fun in that?" Teddy called over his shoulder before focusing back on the task at hand. While the main body of the bolder was slanted at an angle that would help climbers, the base was nothing but a near vertical wall of granite, smooth and hard against his skin. Okay, maybe he could cheat a little bit. He added a few inches to his height just so he could get the angle he needed when he jumped from the ground and caught the top of the stone that made up the base wall. He pulled himself up, making sure his center of gravity was secure before turning around. "Come on, jump and I'll pull you up." Teddy's grin widened when he saw Billy roll his eyes, but follow his command nonetheless. It was a stretch, but after a moment or two, they were both standing at the crest of the stone, a good 20 feet from the ground.

""I... am King of the Rock." Billy snorted and shoved Teddy gently against his shoulder, but not nearly hard enough for them to lose their balance. "And there's nothing you can do about it." "Oh yeah?" There was a small opening in the trees above them, and it was at that exact moment that a crack of thunder echoed off the trees and buildings like a cannon. Teddy looked up, frowning at the suddenly black clouds that were pressing down on them. And before he could even think to curse them, the roar of the rain rushed upon them, soaking them through in minutes. "Well, I guess the weather man was wrong after all." Teddy chuckled, looking back down to the man before him, brushing the dark bangs out of the way of the most beautiful pair of amber eyes he would ever see. "Yeah, well it wouldn't be the first time would it?" Billy grinned before pulling Teddy into a kiss. Yes, their lives were crazy and dangerous. But it was the moments like this that made every single ounce of pain and suffering worth it.

[ijustreallylikecaptainamericaok]

#i cant believe i know EXACTLY wtf youre talking about #so in this situation is sora william or is he billy since yknow #billy 'dies' and ventus nearly dies at the start of bbs

Hahaha! I'm glad someone does. I think Sora would be William and Ventus would be Billy, since his heart/soul/whatever hid itself inside of Sora. But then again, even with Roxas and Ventus inside, Sora stayed "in the driver's seat," so to speak, which it doesn't seem like William is right now (if he's even still there at all.) Eh, it's not a perfect comparison, but close enough, lol.

Soooo... we got a Sora/Roxas/Ventus type of situation on our hands?

Alrighty.

Also, Agatha can try to play the asshole and needle him all she wants, but I saw those tears.

[spellsword177]

Teen and the Trials of the Witches' Road

A thought has occurred to me in reading other theories and reflecting on previous episodes. I believe Teen, aka Billy Kaplan/Wiccan has been influencing every trial consciously or not except for the latest one and Agatha knows it. Likewise, I believe Agatha is accusing Wiccan of killing Sharon Davis, aka Mrs. Hart. 1. Agatha/Teen Quotes: The beginning of this theory lies in two quotes. The first came from Episode 4: If I Can't Reach You, Let My Song Teach You when Agatha says, "I didn't think you had it in you" while speaking to Sharon's corpse. Teen replies, "You didn't think who had what in them." The second from Episode 5: Darkest Hour, Wake Thy Power when Teen states, "So that’s what it means to be a witch? Killing people to serve your own agenda? No. Not for me." Agatha taunting whispers, "Are you sure? You're so much like your mother." It was these statements together that lead me to believe Agatha suspects Teen killed Mrs. Hart. Whether or not she also believes he influenced the previous trials is debatable. 2. Aspect Ratio Changes/Other Visuals: Both of the previous trials have featured a change in the aspect ratio, but the last one did not. Admittedly, this fact flew right past me until I noticed others pointing it out. Some have come to believe this means the latest trial wasn't real, but I believe the opposite. It is also interesting this is the only trial in which Teen did not have his spell book. The light outside in the first trial started out pink like Jen's power but switched to blue near the conclusion. While this could be written off as representing water as the house later flooded, but this could also be Wiccan's influence seeping into the walls. He might have even made the visions more vivid.

3. Teen's Position in the Trials: Arguably, Teen is not officially part of the Coven and is in some ways the junior member. The differences being he's younger and male, but those don't fully explain why he hasn't gone through all the same experiences as the rest. It is curious how he was the one who found both the invitation and the record. Likewise, he was only person who wasn't poisoned in the first trial or burned in the second even though I was cursed like the rest. The glass to his stomach was an unforeseen accident and he was helpless when attacked by a possessed Agatha. Keep in mind this is only a theory, and I'm open to being completely wrong. It will be interesting to see how this all plays out in the remaining four episodes either way.

[galaxysupreme17]

AU - The Study Session Scheme

Y/n = Your Name

Rio Vidal x daughter!reader!

The sound of pages turning and soft mumbling filled the Kaplans' cozy living room as Y/n and Billy worked through their study materials. Agatha's English class was no joke, and an upcoming in-class essay loomed over them. Both teens were determined to be prepared. Y/n sat cross-legged on the plush carpet, her notebook sprawled in front of her, while Billy was draped dramatically over the couch, his textbook balanced on his knees.

"Okay," Billy said, tapping his pen against his chin. "Let's run through potential themes again. If Agatha's giving us 'identity' as one of the prompts, you know she will want something deep. Like, existential crisis-level deep."

Y/n snorted, flipping through her own notes. "Great. I'll write, 'Who am I?' fifty times and see if I get extra credit for creativity."

Billy laughed, but his expression turned thoughtful as he set his notebook aside. "Speaking of identity," he started, his voice taking on a tone that Y/n instantly recognized as suspicious, "I've been thinking about your mom."

Y/n froze mid-highlight, her eyes narrowing. "What about her?"

"Okay, hear me out," Billy said, sitting up and leaning forward, his enthusiasm practically radiating off him. "Rio and Ms. Harkness would be perfect together."

"What?" Y/n blinked, genuinely startled. "No. Absolutely not."

Billy raised his hands in mock surrender. "Just listen. They're both super smart, super cool, and, let's be honest, Ms. Harkness could use a little happiness in her life. She's got that 'mysterious loner' vibe, but your mom? She's the kind of person who could break through that."

Y/n rolled her eyes, trying to focus back on her notes. "Billy, this is not happening. My mom doesn't need me meddling in her love life."

"But it's not meddling," Billy argued, scooting closer. "It's... facilitating destiny."

"That's literally meddling," Y/n shot back. "And what makes you think they'd even like each other? Agatha's my teacher, Billy. She'd kill me if she found out I was scheming behind her back."

Billy grinned, unperturbed. "She wouldn't have to know. And come on, you've seen the way she talks about literature-it's like watching someone come alive. She's so passionate and... I don't know, fiery. Your mom's all warmth and energy. They'd balance each other out perfectly."

Y/n sighed, pressing her palms against her face. "Why do I even let you talk me into these things?"

"Because you know I'm right," Billy said, nudging her shoulder with his. "And because you love your mom and want her to be happy. Imagine how great it would be if she had someone to share all her corny jokes and amazing cooking with. Someone who actually gets her."

Y/n peeked at him through her fingers, her resolve wavering. "You're way too good at this, you know that?"

"I'll take that as a yes." Billy grinned triumphantly, flipping open his notebook. "So, here's what I'm thinking: we invite Ms. Harkness over for coffee under the guise of needing extra study help. That's step one."

"Step one?" Y/n groaned. "There's a whole plan?"

"Of course!" Billy said, his eyes lighting up. "Step two is orchestrating some 'chance' encounters. You know, like bumping into each other at the coffee shop or the library."

"Billy," Y/n said, trying to inject some reason into the conversation, "this is ridiculous. And if it blows up in our faces, you're taking the fall."

"Deal," Billy said without hesitation. "But it won't blow up. Trust me, Y/n. Your mom and Ms. Harkness are going to thank us when this all works out."

Y/n shook her head, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"Yep," Billy replied, leaning back against the couch. "But I'm also a genius matchmaker. You'll see."

As they returned to their study session, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that this was a terrible idea. But as much as she hated to admit it, a small part of her couldn't help but hope Billy was right.

The next morning, Y/n dragged herself into school, already dreading Billy's next move.

"Alright," Billy said, sidling up to her as they walked down the hallway. "Today's the day."

"The day for what?" Y/n asked, pretending she didn't know exactly what he meant.

Billy rolled his eyes. "The day we execute Step One of Operation Matchmaker."

"Billy, no," Y/n groaned. "My mom won't fall for whatever ridiculous scheme you've cooked up, and neither is Ms. Harkness. She's too smart for this."

"Exactly," Billy said, undeterred. "That's why we need a flawless plan. Lucky for you, I've already thought of everything."

"That's not reassuring."

Billy ignored her. "So, I told Ms. Harkness yesterday that we needed a little extra help with our essays. She said she'd be happy to stay after school and go over some pointers. All we have to do is ensure your mom picks us up afterward."

Y/n stopped dead in her tracks. "You're kidding."

"Nope," Billy said, grinning. "And once they meet, sparks are going to fly. Trust me."

Y/n groaned, resuming her walk. "This is a terrible idea. My mom will think it's weird, and Ms. Harkness will think we're insane."

"Or," Billy countered, "your mom and Ms. Harkness will hit it off, go out for coffee, and thank me in their wedding toast. You're welcome."

Y/n shot him a glare. "If this backfires, I'm throwing you under the bus."

That afternoon, Y/n sat stiffly in Agatha's classroom, pretending to focus on her essay notes. Billy, however, was as relaxed as ever, grinning like a cat with a canary.

"So," Billy said, leaning back in his chair as Agatha reviewed his outline. "How's the neighborhood treating you, Ms. Harkness?"

Agatha glanced up, adjusting her glasses. "The neighborhood? Oh, it's quite nice. Peaceful, for the most part. The people are friendly, and it's... quaint."

"Yeah," Billy said, nodding sagely. "Quaint's a good word. Speaking of neighbors, isn't it funny how you live right next door to Y/n and her mom?"

Y/n froze, glaring at Billy. Subtle, Billy. Real subtle.

Agatha raised an eyebrow but smiled. "Yes, I've seen them around. Your mom is lovely, Y/n. Very gracious and polite."

Y/n mumbled, "Thanks," while furiously scribbling nonsense in her notebook to avoid meeting her teacher's gaze.

Billy wasn't done. "You know, Ms. Harkness, you and Rio should totally hang out sometime. Like, maybe over coffee or something? You two seem like you'd get along."

Agatha tilted her head, giving Billy a bemused look. "Is that so?"

"Oh, definitely," Billy said, nodding enthusiastically. "You're both smart, cultured... into books and stuff. It's a match made in neighborly heaven."

Y/n finally snapped her pencil in half, drawing Agatha's attention.

"Are you alright, dear?" Agatha asked, clearly suppressing a laugh.

"Fine," Y/n muttered. "Totally fine. Billy's just... full of ideas today."

Agatha chuckled, standing up and gathering her notes. "Well, it's nice to hear such glowing recommendations. But I think your mom and I are already on friendly terms. No need for elaborate setups."

Billy shot Y/n a triumphant smirk as Agatha turned to her desk. Y/n glared daggers at him, mouthing, Drop it.

After the session, Rio arrived at the school right on time. Y/n braced herself as her mom walked into the classroom, her usual composed demeanor making Y/n wish she could vanish.

"Hi, Agatha," Rio said with a smile. "Thanks for staying late with the kids. Y/n mentioned you've been helping them prep for their essay test."

"Of course," Agatha replied, matching her neighbor's warm tone. "They've been working hard. Billy, in particular, has... enthusiasm."

Billy grinned. "You know it."

Rio chuckled, glancing at Y/n, who was studiously avoiding eye contact. "Well, we appreciate it. Maybe I should return the favor sometime. You're welcome to stop by if you ever need a cup of coffee or a break from grading papers."

Y/n's head snapped up. What?!

"That's very kind of you," Agatha said, her expression softening. "I might just take you up on that."

Billy elbowed Y/n triumphantly, earning himself a whispered, "I'm going to kill you."

"Why don't we walk out together?" Rio suggested, gesturing toward the door.

The four of them left the classroom, Billy practically skipping as they reached the parking lot.

Later that evening, Billy's grin stretched ear to ear as he FaceTimed Y/n from his room.

"Did you see that?!" he crowed. "Step One: executed to perfection. Your mom basically invited her over!"

Y/n flopped back on her bed, groaning. "It wasn't a plan. She was just being polite."

"Polite?!" Billy scoffed. "That was a window of opportunity. Now, all we have to do is nudge them a little closer. What if you 'accidentally' invite Ms. Harkness over while your mom's baking something? Boom-instant bonding over cookies."

"I'm not sabotaging my kitchen for your dumb plan."

Billy smirked. "Fine. Then I'll do it myself. Don't worry, Y/n. Love is on its way."

Y/n groaned, burying her face in her pillow. "I hate you."

"Love you too, bestie," Billy said, already scheming his next move.

The following days were a blur of school, homework, and Billy's relentless scheming. Y/n tried her best to keep him in check, but her so-called best friend was like an unstoppable matchmaking machine. Every time she saw him, he had a new "brilliant" idea for how to bring Agatha and Rio closer together.

On Friday, Y/n was halfway through a study session in the kitchen when Rio walked in, her hands dusted with flour. She was humming softly to herself, a melody Y/n recognized as an old Spanish tune from her childhood.

"Whatcha baking, Mom?" Y/n asked, grateful for the distraction from her notes.

"Conchas," Rio said, flashing her daughter a smile. "I thought I'd bring some to the neighbors. It's been a while since we've shared anything."

Y/n froze. "Which neighbors?"

Rio shrugged. "The Kaplans, of course. And maybe Agatha, if she's home."

Y/n tried to keep her face neutral, but her heart started pounding. Billy's obnoxious voice echoed in her head: "Boom-instant bonding over cookies." She swore he'd willed this into existence.

"Need any help?" Y/n offered her voice a little too eager.

Rio raised an eyebrow. "You? Wanting to help in the kitchen? What's the catch?"

"No catch!" Y/n said quickly, grabbing an apron from the hook on the wall. "I just... want to spend some time with you. That's all."

Rio chuckled, shaking her head. "Alright, mija. Grab the extra rolling pin."

An hour later, a fresh batch of conchas cooled on the counter. The kitchen smelled like cinnamon and sugar, and Y/n had to admit the pastries looked amazing.

Rio carefully arranged a few into a basket, wrapping it with a colorful cloth. "Alright, I'll drop these off at the Kaplans' first. Want to come with me?"

Y/n hesitated. If she went with her mom, she could maybe steer the conversation away from Billy's ridiculous matchmaking plans. But if she stayed behind, there was no telling what might happen if Rio and Agatha ended up chatting alone.

"Uh, sure," Y/n said, grabbing her jacket.

When they arrived at the Kaplans' house, Billy answered the door almost immediately, his face lighting up when he saw the basket.

"Mrs. Vidal! You shouldn't have!" he said, dramatically clutching his chest.

"Don't be so dramatic," Rio said with a laugh. "It's just a little something to share."

Billy winked at Y/n. "Speaking of sharing, how about some gossip? Anything exciting happening on your street?"

Y/n rolled her eyes. "We're leaving now. Bye, Billy."

"Wait!" Billy called as she dragged Rio away. "Don't forget about cookies!"

The walk to Agatha's house felt like an eternity. Y/n mentally prepared herself for the possibility of awkward small talk-or worse, Billy's influence somehow reappeared.

Rio knocked on Agatha's door, and Y/n held her breath as it swung open.

Agatha stood in the doorway, her usual confident demeanor softening into a warm smile when she saw who it was. "Rio, Y/n. What a pleasant surprise."

"I hope we're not interrupting," Rio said, holding out the basket. "I baked some conchas and thought you might enjoy a few."

Agatha's eyes lit up as she accepted the basket. "Thank you. That's very kind of you. Please, come in."

Y/n reluctantly followed her mom inside, and the cozy atmosphere of Agatha's home immediately made her feel out of place. Books were stacked neatly on almost every surface, and the faint scent of lavender lingered in the air.

Agatha set the basket on the counter and turned to Rio. "Would you like some tea? I was just about to make a pot."

Rio smiled. "That sounds lovely."

Y/n stared at them, torn between panic and disbelief as they chatted like old friends. Agatha asked about the recipe for the conchas, and Rio told her stories about learning to bake as a child.

It wasn't until Agatha laughed-a genuine, carefree laugh-that Y/n realized Billy might actually have been onto something.

"Well, I should let you get back to your evening," Rio said after finishing her tea. "Thank you for having us, Agatha."

"The pleasure was mine," Agatha replied, walking them to the door. "And thank you again for the conchas. They're delightful."

As they stepped outside, Y/n glanced over her shoulder to see Agatha watching them with a small smile.

"You two seemed to hit it off," Y/n said casually as they walked home.

Rio shrugged, her expression unreadable. "She's a very interesting woman."

Y/n didn't know what to make of that, but she couldn't help feeling a little hopeful. Maybe Billy wasn't entirely insane after all.

Of course, she wasn't about to tell him that.

The next morning, Y/n groaned when her phone buzzed with a FaceTime call from Billy.

"Good news!" Billy said the moment she picked up. "I heard from my mom that Ms. Harkness loved the conchas. She even called your mom 'charming.'"

Y/n sighed, flopping back onto her bed. "I'm never going to hear the end of this, am I?"

"Nope," Billy said, his grin practically glowing through the screen. "Now, onto Step Two..."

Y/n groaned, but despite herself, she couldn't stop the small smile that crept onto her face.

A couple of weeks later, the morning sun cast a golden glow over the quiet suburban street as Rio Vidal stepped outside to retrieve the mail. She tugged her cardigan tighter against the crisp air, savoring the stillness. These peaceful moments were rare, and Rio had learned to appreciate them after her divorce and the big move.

As she sifted through bills and junk mail, a voice called out, interrupting her thoughts.

"Morning, Rio."

She glanced up to see Agatha Harkness walking by, her dark coat swishing dramatically with each step. The signature smirk on Agatha's face made Rio's heart do an embarrassing flip.

"Morning, Agatha," Rio replied, trying to sound casual as she tucked a stray curl behind her ear.

Agatha slowed her pace, pausing near the gate to Rio's yard. "You're up early. I take it the chaos upstairs hasn't started yet?"

Rio chuckled. "Not yet, but give it time. Teenagers and FaceTime marathons are a dangerous combination."

Agatha laughed, her gaze lingering on Rio. Their flirtation had been building for months, with each interaction filled with teasing remarks and meaningful glances. But for once, Rio decided to be bold.

"Actually, Agatha," Rio began, her tone turning serious, "are you free tonight? I was thinking... maybe we could have dinner?"

Agatha arched an eyebrow, clearly surprised but not displeased. "Dinner, huh? Are you asking me out, Vidal?"

"Maybe I am," Rio said, her confidence bolstered by Agatha's playful tone.

Agatha's smirk softened into a genuine smile. "I'd love to. Pick me up at seven?"

Rio grinned. "It's a date."

The day passed quickly, with Rio busy working from home while Y/n holed up in her room, laughing and chatting with Kate and Yelena on FaceTime. Every so often, Rio would hear bursts of laughter echo through the house and couldn't help but smile. The move had been tough on both of them, but Y/n's friends made her adjustment easier.

Around mid-afternoon, Rio found herself pacing in her room, second-guessing her decision. Should I tell Y/n about the date? She chewed her lip as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. "What's the worst that could happen?" she muttered to herself.

Finally deciding to let the chips fall where they may, Rio began getting ready. She traded her casual sweater and jeans for a sleek black dress, curled her hair, and applied makeup.

Upstairs, Y/n flopped onto her bed, laptop perched precariously on her knees as Kate and Yelena cackled on-screen.

"Okay, so picture this," Kate said between giggles. "Y/n, as an undercover spy, trying to blend in during a mission but wearing the worst possible outfit-like neon green camo or something."

"Please, she'd make it fashion," Yelena snickered.

"Ha-ha, very funny," Y/n retorted with mock indignation.

Suddenly, a creak from downstairs caught her attention. She glanced at her door, curiosity piqued. "Hold on, guys," she said, scooping up her laptop. "My mom's up to something."

Kate and Yelena leaned closer to their cameras. "Ooh, this sounds juicy," Kate teased.

Y/n padded downstairs and peeked into her mom's room. Her jaw nearly hit the floor when she saw Rio standing in front of the mirror, adjusting her earrings and looking way too glamorous for an ordinary evening.

"Mom?" Y/n asked, stepping inside.

Rio spun around, caught off guard. "Oh! Hey, sweetheart. What's up?"

Kate and Yelena's voices rang out from the laptop. "She looks amazing! What's the occasion?"

Y/n raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, Mom, what's going on? You're all dressed up."

Rio hesitated, her gaze flickering between her daughter and the laptop screen. "Well, uh... I have a date."

"A DATE?!" the three teens exclaimed in unison, Y/n's voice loudest of all.

"Mom!" Y/n stared at her mother, wide-eyed. "With who? When? How long has this been going on?"

Rio held up her hands defensively. "Okay, okay, calm down. It's just one date. And it's with Agatha."

The room fell silent for half a second before Yelena and Kate erupted into cheers.

Yelena burst out laughing. "You mean to tell me your mom is going on a date with your English teacher? This is gold!"

Kate chimed in. "This is iconic. Agatha is awesome! I mean, she's, like, way better than any of our other teachers."

"Not helping!" Y/n exclaimed, burying her face in her hands.

Rio couldn't help but laugh softly, shaking her head. "Well, for the record, I didn't plan on dating your English teacher. It just... happened."

Before Y/n could respond, the doorbell rang. Rio glanced at the clock. "That's her. I'll see you later, sweetheart."

"Oh, no, you don't!" Y/n grabbed her laptop and bolted for the door, Kate and Yelena's faces still onscreen.

When Y/n flung the door open, there stood Agatha, looking sharp in a tailored navy blazer.

"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite teenager," Agatha said with a wink. "What's with the audience?"

Kate and Yelena chimed in simultaneously. "Hi, Agatha!"

Agatha chuckled. "Hello, troublemakers. Should I be worried about what you've been telling Y/n?"

"Not as worried as you should be about us setting a curfew," Kate quipped.

"That's right," Yelena added. "Have her home by ten. No later!"

Agatha smirked, tilting her head toward Rio, who had just appeared behind Y/n. "Looks like your entourage has spoken. Shall we?"

Rio rolled her eyes, leaning down to kiss Y/n on the forehead. "Behave while I'm gone, okay?"

Y/n groaned dramatically but smiled. "Fine. Have fun, I guess. But seriously, Mom, don't make this a regular thing."

As Rio and Agatha walked to the car, Y/n closed the door and turned back to her friends.

"Well, that happened," she said, flopping onto the couch.

Half an hour after Rio and Agatha left for their date. Y/n, Kate, and Yelena were still on FaceTime, sprawled out on Y/n's bed and laughing hysterically at some story Yelena recounted about her latest escapade in New York.

"So Clint walks in, takes one look at the mess we made, and says, 'I'm too old for this,' and just walks right back out!" Kate finished, practically crying with laughter.

Yelena wiped a tear from her eye. "Classic Clint. He's like a dad to you but also done with all of us."

Before Y/n could reply, the doorbell rang again, followed by frantic knocking.

"What the heck?" Y/n muttered, grabbing her laptop and heading for the door. "Hold on, guys. Someone's about to break the door down."

She opened the door to find Billy, red-faced and wide-eyed, breathing heavily like he had run the whole way to her house.

"Billy? What's wrong?" Y/n asked, confused.

Billy burst into the living room, waving his arms dramatically. "You are NOT going to believe what I just saw!"

Y/n closed the door and turned to him, her brow furrowed. "Okay, calm down. What's going on?"

Billy paced in a circle, still catching his breath. "I was downtown, you know, grabbing food with Tommy, and we passed this restaurant, and I SWEAR I saw your mom having dinner with Ms. Harkness!"

Kate and Yelena, still on the laptop screen, immediately started laughing.

"Wait," Billy said, suddenly noticing their faces. "Why are they laughing? Why are YOU laughing? Did you know about this?"

Y/n shrugged, trying not to smirk. "Yeah, Billy. We know."

Billy froze, his jaw-dropping. "What?! How long have you known? Why didn't you tell me?"

Kate grinned. "We found out like, what, 45 minutes ago? When Rio was getting ready?"

"Yep," Yelena chimed in. "And Y/n's been internally screaming ever since. Isn't it great?"

Billy threw his hands up. "Great? GREAT? This is insane! Your mom is out on a date with our English teacher! Do you know how awkward that's going to be in class on Monday?"

"Tell me about it," Y/n groaned, flopping onto the couch. "But it's not like I can stop them. They're both adults."

Billy collapsed into the chair across from her, his head in his hands. "This is wild. How did we not see this coming? Agatha's been dropping hints in class for months about having a 'special someone.'"

Kate leaned closer to the camera, eyes wide. "Wait-what? She has?"

"Yeah!" Billy said, sitting up. "She's always mentioning how she likes 'strong, independent women' or talking about someone who 'makes her laugh.' And now it all makes sense."

Yelena laughed. "Wow, she was literally describing Rio this whole time. Amazing."

Y/n groaned again. "Okay, can we stop analyzing my mom's love life? I'm trying to process this nightmare one step at a time."

Billy smirked. "Fine, fine. But I'm still not over this. Do you think they will become, like, a thing?"

Y/n sighed, rolling her eyes. "Knowing my mom? Probably. But honestly, if she's happy, I guess that's what matters."

Kate grinned. "Look at you being mature about it."

"Don't push it," Y/n warned, throwing a pillow at the laptop.

The group burst out laughing, the initial shock finally fading into something resembling acceptance or at least as close as Y/n would get that night.

[missnight0wl]

I'm watching Agatha All Along, and I'm loving it (except for Alice's death), but one thing occurred to me yesterday that I have to share. And that is...

What exactly is the point of Teen's sigil?

The general understanding of it is that it's supposed to protect Teen's identity - which makes sense since it hides his name and whatnot. Except... it really doesn't make sense. After episode 5, it's pretty clear that Teen is Wiccan, right? Therefore, we assume he's also Billy Kaplan, and therefore Billy Maximoff. But here's the thing. No matter if he knows about his connection to Billy Maximoff/Wanda, he probably still introduces himself as "Billy Kaplan". I mean, I heard that Jeff Kaplan and Rebbecca Kaplan were cast for the show, so it'd be weird if their son insisted he's Billy MAXIMOFF. So, if he told Agatha: "I'm Billy Kaplan"... she'd probably just shrug it off. Yes, it would spoil everything for us, but for Agatha "Billy Kaplan" has no meaning. I think it's very unlikely she'd be like: "Oh, this boy's name is Billy AND he's interested in witches? He HAS TO be Wanda's son!". Perhaps the thought of Billy M. would cross her mind, but I doubt she'd get fixated on it. William is a pretty common name, after all.

My point is that if the sigil is indeed meant to protect Teen by hiding his identity, the way it works is very weird since it draws more attention than the name itself would. You know what I mean? Unless... that's exactly the point.

What if the real reason the sigil was put on Teen was to intrigue Agatha and make sure she goes to the Witches' Road? What if it's the main thing the caster cared about, for whatever reason? I mean, if that's the case, it totally worked. Agatha wanted to leave Teen before she saw the sigil. Yes, the mention of the Road got her interested a bit, but only after the sigil appeared, she was like:

And then: "Ok, I'm driving".

With that in mind, I think we have three main suspects who might've put the sigil.

Teen. We know he really wanted to go to the Road, so it makes sense he'd do everything to ensure that Agatha agrees to that. And it was said that the sigil is amateurish and whatnot. I'm aware it's not the first time Teen is suggested as the caster, but from what I've seen, people always talk about the protection aspect. But why Billy Kaplan would feel the need to hide that he's Billy Kaplan?

Rio. Rio knows Agatha very well, and she immediately recognised she thinks Teen might be Nicholas. Well, I assume she'd also know ahead of time it might happen, so she might've used this knowledge to get Agatha hooked. Why Rio would want Agatha on the Road so badly? I don't know. But I think it's possible she worked with Teen to free Agatha from Wanda's spell, too. For example, notice that she steps in when Agatha kicks Teen during the interrogation.  I admit it doesn't have to confirm they're in cahoots, maybe Rio simply decided on her own to make sure the freeing goes well, but still.

Wanda. I know this one is also quite often discussed in the context of protecting Billy Maximoff, but I guess she might've had a different goal, and that's again about drawing attention. Why would Wanda want to draw the attention of witches (and Agatha in particular) to her boy? Well, perhaps it's about the guidance. Maybe she was like: "If he ever decides to explore the witches' world, he should have a mentor, and I can't let it happen that he's ignored and left alone (because it didn't go well for me)". And Wanda knows Agatha is a "nosy neighbour", so how she could possibly pass by some mysterious sigil. Also, I have to point out that the last time they spoke, Agatha was like: "You're gonna need me" to which Wanda replied that she'd know where to look for her.

I admit it's not a massive realisation, but I'd say it changes quite a bit.

[munchkinmarauder]

The third generation of the family is very underultised in the M family dynamic. They should play around with all those dynamics more!

When it comes to Pietro and Wanda I keep thinking of that scene in Derry girls when they're being interrogated by the police but because they are minors they need an adult present.

"Uncle Pietro is an Extension of our Ma"

"Auntie Wanda is a Da enabler"

"they cant be trusted"

Lorna would be the cool aunt that they call along to break them out of jail and not tell their parents😂 (Vision doesn't count as a parent - he's a deadbeat)

Magneto is too chaotic to trust round the authorities.

As for a House of M series and teamup absolutely. You can have peak comedy, drama and tragedy because of how dsyfunctional the family is but Magneto being a shit head and the girls allowed to feel things about that and call him out absolutely needs to be allowed because Marvel has been really screwing over Wanda and Lorna's development and characters (and erasing their past abuse at Magnetos hands) to sell girldad Magneto.

Also the twins need to be established as his bio kids again. This adopted and chosen family dynamic....doesnt work. If marvel wants to have them as a family and profit off the dynamic they should just undo the Axis retcon.

Lorna should take Billy and Tommy shopping. I feel like that would be a fun aunt-nephews bonding activity for them

[marvelforged]

for @warlockisaslur, continued from here

ㅤㅤㅤ"Maybe I am, but that doesn't make it less true." Teddy replies, his tone filled with the kind of a confidence only a teenaged boy can have.  He twitches at the prodding but makes sure not to move so much it might dislodge Billy from where he's burrowed against the larger boy's side. It still surprises Teddy sometimes, just how much Billy seems to like him, how easy their conversations flow even when they're talking about hard stuff… how Teddy doesn't feel like he has to be anyone other than himself with the younger teen.

ㅤㅤㅤFor someone capable of changing into anyone and anything, it's a… well, it's a rare quality in his friends, let alone a Boyfriend.

ㅤㅤㅤTeddy still can't help feeling a shivery little thrill when he thinks about that word in relation to Billy, but he's trying to be cool about it.

ㅤㅤㅤ"Look, I'm just sayin'…" He tugs at the blanket to ensure it hasn't fallen off Kaplan's shoulders, tangling their feet together just because he can, "there are a lot of people out there with powers of some kind, most of them have something like what I've got. But…"

ㅤㅤㅤTeddy hesitates, not because he doesn't believe what he's about to say, but because speaking it feels… vulnerable. Like maybe he'll be too much. A green flush tinges the teenagers skin, but he says it anyway--

ㅤㅤㅤ"Nobody is quite like you, Billy. Nobody even holds a candle."

[amethystarachnid]

Hello! Hope you're well!

I was wondering if you could do do Billy Maximoff/William Kaplan? Where reader and Billy are friends and the reader has insomnia and he kind of keeps them company while they can't sleep? Sorry if this is to vague

-Anon ^.^

INSOMNIA

⤷ BILLY KAPLAN / MAXIMOFF

ᯓ★ Pairing: Billy Kaplan / Maximoff x gender neutral!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: fluff, platonic, comfort

ᯓ★ Story type: one shot

ᯓ★ Word count: 3.4k (I'm sorry if this is too short :( )

ᯓ★ Summary:what the ask said

ᯓ★ TW(s): nothing I think

ᯓ★ My first gender neutral reader ff so I'm sorry if it isn't the best...also, I wrote this in a platonic way because the ask didn't really specify so I wanted to focus more on the comfort side, hope you like it <3

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The world outside your window is unnervingly quiet. It’s the kind of silence that presses against your ears, like it’s trying to crawl inside and take up permanent residence in your brain. The clock on your bedside table glows an obnoxious red: 1:14 AM. Another sleepless night stretches endlessly before you.

You’ve been here before—countless times, really. You’ve tried all the tricks: lavender sprays, white noise machines, guided meditations. Tonight, though, none of it works. The familiar heaviness clings to your body, exhaustion pulling at your limbs like you’re wading through molasses, but sleep refuses to take you.

You sigh and grab your phone from the nightstand, thumbing the unlock button and wincing as the screen lights up. You scroll for a few minutes, but nothing holds your attention. A pang of loneliness cuts through the quiet, sharp and unwelcome. The insomnia is bad, but the solitude it drags along with it is worse.

Without thinking too hard, you pull up Billy Kaplan’s contact. You hesitate for a second. It’s late, and normal people are asleep. But Billy isn’t exactly normal, is he? You smile faintly at the thought of him, magic sparking from his fingertips or floating midair like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You know he has weird hours sometimes—he's told you stories of late-night patrols or missions that stretch until sunrise. Maybe he’s awake. Maybe he won’t mind.

You type out a quick message: Hey. Sorry if I’m waking you up. Can’t sleep. Again.

Your finger hovers over the send button for a moment before you tap it. The message delivers, and you stare at the screen, waiting. A full minute ticks by, then another. Just as you start to feel like maybe you’ve overstepped, the familiar three dots appear, bouncing at the bottom of the screen. Relief washes over you.

You didn’t wake me up, Billy replies. What’s going on?

You glance around your dimly lit room as if the answer to his question might materialize somewhere in the shadows. It doesn’t, of course, so you settle for the truth.

Same old insomnia stuff, you type back. Everything’s too quiet, you know? Brain won’t shut up.

His response comes quickly. I get it. Been there. Want some company?

Your heart gives a tiny, grateful lurch at his offer. Billy always has this way of making you feel less… alone. Like even when the world is a mess and your mind won’t stop running in circles, he’s somehow got your back.

If you’re up for it, you reply. But don’t feel like you have to, okay?

Billy’s answer is instant this time, like he’s been waiting for you to say yes. Of course I’m up for it. I’ll be there in ten.

You blink at the screen, rereading the message. Your fingers fly across the keyboard. Wait, what? No, I didn’t mean you have to come over—

But he’s already typing again. Too late, I’m grabbing my jacket.

You stare at your phone, equal parts touched and mortified. Billy’s stubborn like that—when he decides to do something, there’s no stopping him.

True to his word, ten minutes later there’s a soft knock at your window. You nearly trip over your own feet rushing to open it, sliding the glass pane up to reveal Billy perched on the fire escape. His dark hoodie is zipped up to his chin, his hair slightly mussed from the night air. He grins at you, his breath visible in the cold.

“You’re ridiculous,” you whisper, stepping aside to let him climb in.

“I’ve been called worse,” he quips, swinging one leg inside and then the other. He lands lightly on your floor and brushes his hands together like he’s just finished an acrobatic feat. “And anyway, you’re the one who texted me. What kind of friend would I be if I just ignored you?”

You open your mouth to protest, but he cuts you off with a wave of his hand. “Don’t even start. I’m here, you’re stuck with me, and that’s final.”

Despite yourself, a laugh escapes you, quiet and breathy but genuine. “Fine. But I don’t know how entertaining I’m going to be. My brain’s fried.”

Billy shrugs, plopping down onto the edge of your bed. “Good thing I’m not here to be entertained, then.”

You sit cross-legged on the bed across from him, tugging at a loose thread on your pajama pants. For a moment, the room is silent, but it’s not the oppressive kind of silence you were drowning in earlier. With Billy here, the air feels lighter somehow, like you can actually breathe.

“Want to talk about it?” he asks after a beat, his voice soft but steady.

You shake your head. “It’s nothing new. Just… everything feels too loud, even when it’s quiet. Like my brain won’t stop replaying things I don’t want to think about.”

He nods, like he understands completely. And you know he does—Billy’s told you about his own struggles with anxiety, the nights where his thoughts get stuck in a loop. It’s one of the reasons you feel so safe with him. He gets it. He gets you.

“Well,” he says, leaning back on his hands, “if you don’t want to talk, we don’t have to. We could watch something, or I could try a spell to help you relax. Or I could just sit here and be a warm body taking up space, if that helps.”

You smile, warmth blooming in your chest at his earnestness. “I think just having you here helps.”

“Good,” he says, returning your smile. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

Billy makes himself at home, which is something you’ve always loved about him. There’s no hesitation, no awkwardness. He’s the kind of person who walks into a room and brings his own kind of light to it, even in the dead of night. He kicks off his sneakers, tucking them neatly by the bed, and pulls his legs up so he’s sitting cross-legged on the comforter.

“So,” he says, clasping his hands together with mock solemnity, “what’s the plan? Should we attempt to bore your brain into submission with a documentary? Maybe something about 19th-century farming techniques?”

You snort, pulling a pillow into your lap. “I don’t think that’s going to help. My brain’s already decided it’s in turbo mode tonight.”

Billy hums thoughtfully, tilting his head as he considers your options. “Turbo mode, huh? Okay, how about this: we distract it. Total sensory overload, so it gets so overwhelmed it has no choice but to crash.”

You raise an eyebrow. “That sounds… chaotic.”

“Exactly.” He grins, leaning forward like he’s about to let you in on a secret. “We can raid your kitchen, make the most absurd midnight snack we can come up with, then put on a terrible movie and heckle it until we’re crying from laughter. Or—and hear me out—we can build a blanket fort and tell ghost stories until one of us freaks out and demands the lights stay on for the rest of the night.”

Despite your exhaustion, you can’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously charming,” he corrects, winking. “Come on, you’ve gotta pick one. This is prime insomnia survival strategy. I’m practically a professional at this.”

You shake your head, the weight on your chest easing slightly for the first time all night. “Okay, fine. Let’s start with the kitchen raid. But if you burn anything or blow something up with magic, you’re cleaning it up.”

Billy gasps, feigning offense as he clutches at his chest. “Me? Blow something up? I would never. I’m incredibly responsible.”

You roll your eyes but can’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. “Sure, Kaplan. Whatever you say.”

He hops off the bed, extending a hand to you. You take it, letting him pull you to your feet. His hand is warm, steady, and when he squeezes it lightly, you feel a little less like you’re floating in the void.

The two of you tiptoe into the kitchen like you’re on some covert mission, though there’s no one around to catch you. Billy throws open the fridge with a dramatic flourish, peering inside like he’s searching for buried treasure.

“Alright,” he says, scanning the contents. “We’ve got… eggs, some leftover pasta, half a jar of pickles, and—oh! Chocolate syrup. This is promising.”

“Promising for what, exactly?” you ask, leaning against the counter as you watch him pull random items out and set them down with exaggerated deliberation.

“A culinary masterpiece,” he declares, holding up a block of cheese like it’s a sacred artifact. “Trust the process.”

You cross your arms, narrowing your eyes at him. “Billy, if this turns into some kind of magical cooking experiment, I’m kicking you out.”

“Relax,” he says, waving a hand dismissively. “No magic, I promise. Just pure, unadulterated chaos.”

What follows is a half-hour of absolute nonsense. Billy insists on making “the ultimate midnight snack,” which ends up being a bizarre combination of toast, melted cheese, and chocolate syrup. It’s objectively terrible, but the two of you laugh so hard while making it that you don’t even care. When he takes a bite and immediately grimaces, you nearly double over.

“Okay, okay, maybe this was a bad idea,” he admits, scraping the mess into the trash. “But you can’t deny it was entertaining.”

“Entertaining, sure,” you agree, wiping tears of laughter from your eyes. “Edible? Not so much.”

He grins, tossing the plate into the sink. “Alright, round two. Blanket fort?”

You shake your head, still smiling. “You’re relentless.”

“It’s one of my best qualities,” he says, already tugging a chair from the kitchen table and dragging it toward the living room.

The blanket fort ends up being more elaborate than you expect, with Billy insisting on using string lights to give it the “proper ambiance.” He takes his time adjusting the blankets and cushions, muttering to himself about structural integrity and feng shui, while you sit cross-legged on the floor and try not to laugh too hard at his seriousness.

When he finally declares it complete, he steps back with a flourish, gesturing toward his creation like a proud architect. “Behold! The coziest fortress of insomnia resistance.”

You crawl inside, immediately enveloped by the soft glow of the lights and the warmth of the blankets. Billy follows, sitting cross-legged beside you and looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“This is actually… kind of amazing,” you admit, leaning back against a pile of cushions.

“Of course it is,” he says, tossing a throw pillow at you. “I don’t half-ass things, you know.”

The two of you settle into the fort, and for a while, it’s just quiet—comfortably so. Billy pulls out his phone and starts scrolling through streaming options, narrating the most ridiculous movie synopses he can find. Eventually, you settle on a cheesy horror movie, the kind that’s more funny than scary, and spend the next hour making fun of the terrible special effects and over-the-top acting.

At some point, you realize the heaviness in your chest has lifted. The restless buzz in your head has quieted, replaced by the sound of Billy’s laughter and the warmth of his presence beside you. You’re still tired, but it feels… manageable now. Like you can breathe without the weight of the world pressing down on you.

When the movie ends, Billy stretches, his arms brushing against yours in the close quarters of the fort. “Feeling any better?”

You nod, leaning your head back against the cushions. “Yeah. Thanks for this. For coming over.”

He shrugs, but there’s a softness in his expression that you don’t miss. “What are friends for?”

For a moment, neither of you speaks. The quiet feels different now—softer, safer. You glance over at Billy, who’s staring up at the ceiling of the fort like he’s lost in thought.

“Hey,” you say, your voice low. “How do you always know exactly what to do? Like, when I feel like this?”

He turns his head to look at you, his eyes warm and earnest. “I don’t always know. But I’ve been where you are. I know how lonely it feels. And I know it helps to have someone there, even if they’re just sitting with you in the middle of the night.”

Your chest tightens, but this time it’s not from the weight of insomnia. It’s from the quiet, overwhelming gratitude you feel for him. “You’re a good friend, Billy.”

“So are you,” he says, bumping your shoulder lightly with his own. “Don’t forget that.”

The two of you stay in the fort for a while longer, talking about nothing and everything. Eventually, your eyelids start to grow heavy, the exhaustion finally catching up to you. Billy notices, of course—he always notices—and gently nudges you toward lying down.

“Get some rest,” he says, pulling a blanket over you. “I’ll stay until you’re asleep.”

“You don’t have to,” you mumble, already half-asleep.

“I know,” he says softly. “But I’m not going anywhere.”

And he doesn’t. As your eyes drift shut, you feel him there beside you, steady and constant, his presence a quiet reassurance in the dark. For the first time in what feels like forever, you let yourself relax, the weight of the night slipping away.

Billy stays until the world finally goes quiet—for both of you.

You wake up slowly, the kind of groggy, dreamlike awakening that doesn’t quite feel real. The world is blurry at first, hazy with the afterglow of sleep. Sleep. The word sticks in your brain as you lie there, blinking at the golden light filtering through the edges of your curtains.

You sit up, your body sluggish, your limbs weighed down—but not by exhaustion. No, this is different. This is the good kind of heavy, the kind that comes from actually getting some rest. You grab your phone from where it’s fallen beside you on the bed and glance at the time.

9:23 AM.

Your eyes widen. That can’t be right. You check the time again, but it’s the same. You calculate quickly, your mind trying to wrap itself around the reality in front of you. You’d fallen asleep sometime after 4 AM, you’re sure of it. Which means you’ve slept for… five hours? No, more than five hours.

Six.

Six whole hours.

Your heart skips a beat as the realization sinks in. That’s the longest you’ve slept in… well, you can’t even remember. A sense of disbelief bubbles up, mingling with cautious relief. You almost want to laugh, but it feels too delicate, too fragile, like you might jinx it if you acknowledge it out loud.

As you take in the cozy mess of your room, you notice the blanket fort is still standing—albeit a little lopsided now. The cushions are scattered, and the string lights are still glowing softly, casting the room in a warm, golden hue. The faint smell of chocolate syrup and cheese lingers in the air, a reminder of Billy’s “culinary masterpiece” from the night before.

Billy.

You glance around and spot him immediately, sprawled out on the floor just outside the fort. He’s fast asleep, one arm flung over his eyes and the other clutching a throw pillow. His hoodie is bunched up slightly at his waist, and his hair sticks out in a dozen different directions. He looks peaceful, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

The sight tugs at your heart. He stayed. You remember his words from the night before: I’ll stay until you’re asleep. And he did. Of course he did.

You slide out from under the blankets as quietly as you can, tiptoeing over to where he’s lying. You kneel down beside him, unsure whether to wake him or let him sleep. He looks so serene, and you hate the idea of disturbing him, especially when he probably got less rest than you did.

Still, you can’t help yourself. “Billy,” you whisper softly, leaning close. “Hey, Billy. Wake up.”

He stirs slightly, muttering something unintelligible before cracking one eye open. When he sees you, a sleepy smile spreads across his face. “Morning,” he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep. “Did you actually sleep, or am I dreaming?”

You laugh quietly, shaking your head. “I slept. For six hours.”

His eyes snap open at that, and he props himself up on one elbow, grinning like he’s just won the lottery. “Six hours? Are you kidding me? That’s a record!”

“I know,” you say, unable to hide the smile on your face. “I don’t even remember the last time I slept that long.”

He beams at you, his pride and excitement so genuine it makes your chest ache. “See? I told you I’m good at this whole insomnia survival thing.”

“You’re insufferable,” you tease, but there’s no bite to your words.

“And yet, you keep inviting me back,” he shoots back, sitting up fully now. He stretches, groaning softly as his back cracks. “Man, your floor is not the most comfortable sleeping spot, by the way.”

“Should’ve taken the bed,” you say, standing and offering him a hand. He takes it, letting you pull him to his feet.

“And risk you waking up and finding me drooling on your pillow? Nah, I’ll take the floor.” He smirks, brushing nonexistent dust off his hoodie. “So, how does it feel to be a well-rested human being for once?”

You pause, considering the question. It feels… weird, honestly. Your body isn’t quite used to this, and there’s a lingering sense of disbelief, like it might all be a fluke. But beneath that, there’s something else—a quiet, tentative hope. Like maybe this could happen again.

���Honestly?” you say, looking up at him. “It feels kind of amazing. And kind of terrifying.”

Billy’s expression softens, the teasing edge fading from his smile. “You deserve to feel amazing,” he says, his voice warm and sincere. “And we’ll figure out the terrifying part together. Deal?”

You nod, your throat tightening with emotion. “Deal.”

The two of you spend the next hour dismantling the fort, laughing as you try to untangle the string lights without breaking them. Billy insists on folding the blankets “properly,” which mostly involves him dramatically demonstrating his method until you throw a pillow at him to shut him up.

Once the room is back to its usual state of organized chaos, Billy flops onto the couch, grabbing the remote. “Alright, what’s next? Breakfast? Second terrible movie? Or do we celebrate your six-hour victory lap with a victory dance?”

You roll your eyes, sitting down beside him. “Maybe we start with breakfast. Something normal this time. No chocolate syrup.”

“Fine,” he says, feigning disappointment. “But only because you deserve a real meal after your record-breaking night.”

You both head to the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge and cupboards until you come up with a decent spread: scrambled eggs, toast, and some slightly overripe fruit that Billy insists on cutting into “fancy shapes.” It’s simple, but it’s comforting, the kind of meal that feels like a small celebration in itself.

As you eat, the conversation drifts to lighter topics—movies you want to watch, places you want to visit, the absurdity of Billy’s “midnight snack” experiment. He’s easy to talk to, as always, and you find yourself laughing more than you have in days.

When the plates are cleared and the kitchen is (mostly) clean, you sit back with a contented sigh. The weight that usually clings to you after a sleepless night is nowhere to be found, replaced by a sense of lightness you hadn’t thought possible.

Billy notices, of course. He always notices. “You’re smiling,” he says, leaning back against the counter and crossing his arms. “It looks good on you.”

You feel your cheeks warm under his gaze, but you don’t shy away. “It’s your fault, you know. You’re a good distraction.”

“Distraction is my middle name,” he says, grinning. “Billy Distraction Kaplan. Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet, here I am,” he says, spreading his arms. “Your favorite ridiculous person.”

He’s not wrong. And as you look at him, standing there with that easy smile and the kind of warmth that feels like home, you realize just how much he means to you. Billy isn’t just your favorite ridiculous person—he’s your anchor, your safe place in the storm. And for the first time in a long time, you feel like maybe, just maybe, you’re going to be okay.

“Thank you,” you say softly, your voice steady but full of meaning. “For staying. For… everything.”

His smile softens, and he steps closer, resting a hand on your shoulder. “Always,” he says simply. “That’s what friends are for.”

And as the sunlight streams through the kitchen window, illuminating the quiet joy of the morning, you know he means it.

[airasilver]

I said Billy also. There’s one with Magneto and Batman. Erik’s winning. Let’s see Bruce B vs Jason and Tony vs whoever (they love Tony like Tim it seems.)

It’s fun to give pairings and see how Tumblr reacts.

Don’t know if you have seen this blog yet but I thought you like it. Especially this one poll: https://www.tumblr.com/dc-vs-marvel-tournament/739223413935243264/asgardianwiccandemiurgebilly-kaplan-vs

(Basically it’s Dc bs Marvel characters straight out the gate or Tim Drake vs whoever. Tim’s the one everyone likes to beat up.)

Oh man. That's interesting. Ok. So the pool is Damien vs Billy. And it really depends on who attacks first. I love Billy, of course, but if Damien catches him with him off guard, it'll take a bit for him to be able to get a foothold long enough to cast a spell. And Damien is a significantly more skilled fighter than Billy. Obviously.

However, Billy's gotten (I like to think) better with his non-verbal spells. So ultimately, I think Billy has a shot at a win, even if it won't be the easiest one.

[rickyriddle]

Agatha All Along Theory: The Road isn't real

(Disclaimer: I'll be using Teen's real name at some point so you better be up to date before reading)

Here's a theory I need to post before the last episodes air in case I'm right.

The actual Witches Road never existed. It was just a con Agatha created to trick witches and steal their magic. The reason why people think you can't survive the road is because everyone who tried to get there died (killed by Agatha). Alice even said the Road was just a con, because it was. Agatha's first reaction to Teen mentioning the Road is that it's not real, because she knows it's not. She even told him the Road would kill him- because the Road was always a con to kill witches and take their powers.

Agatha never intended to get her current coven there, she always planned for the song to fail and to provoke them so they'd attack her and she could get her magic back. She didn't want Teen to be there to spare him that fate.

That's why Agatha looked genuinely surprised when the Road does appear, and she doesn't seem to actually be familiar with it. She probably spread the rumour that she is the only one who survived in order to lure witches who are interested. The reason why she said she takes power from the undeserving is because she considered that witches who want to walk the road are too lazy to learn magic on their own, it's a way for her to justify killing them. She even told Teen that he wanted to take a "shortcut" with a bit of contempt in her voice when he mentioned looking for the Road.

Now as for this Witches Road... it's prob a hex Billy created without realizing it. The door only appeared after he started to be afraid of the Salem Seven, and it had a hexagon shape. Sounds familiar? Just like Wanda's hex. And I bet Agatha always had a doubt it was him, since she knew damn well the Road wasn't real since she made it up. She looked genuinely confused when it first appeared and definitely do not know anything about it and kept bullshitting her way to the others and acting as an expert.

Billy said "this is exactly how I pictured it" and Agatha replied "it suits you" because she knew he made it. It actually suited him. A lot of the stuff in the hex are based on him, lots of reference to his room as Billy Kaplan. And that's what Agatha meant by "you and your mother have the same tell". They both created an alternate reality unconsciously due to strong emotions. That's how she knew he was Wanda's son, the major clue. His magic works similarly to hers.

That would also explain Agatha's reaction to Sharon's death. "I didn't know you had it in you" was directed at Billy. Agatha wasn't expecting people to actually die since he created the road. So at that moment, she realized that child created a deadly hex, and didn't think he had it in him (not that he killed Sharon on purpose, but the road he made did).

That might explain Rio's reaction, usually the con of the road doesn't go that far, so she's feeling impatient because these witches should have been dead a while ago when Agatha lured them. That could also explain why Rio herself didn't seem familiar with the Road, since it never existed before.

That could also explain why Agatha argued with Jen regarding the lyrics of the ballad. If the road is her con, then she wrote the original lyric and might be unaware that some terms changed over time (like two becoming through).

So, the current road was created by Billy subconsciously, but the concept of the road was created by Agatha as long time ago as a con and ironically, it became real because of Billy. So, the title is true. It really was... Agatha all Along.

[crescendi0n]

welcome!

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"Come sing about love!" - We Beseech Thee, Godspell

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"There's no color I can have on Earth that won't finally fade." - Finale, Pippin

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[legofanguy1999]

LGBT Pride royalty

A Marvel Comics fanfiction featuring Young Avengers characters Wiccan and Hulking in a entry for @thepromptfoundry Pride and Promptudice prompt royalty. This feature Xavin from Runaways and original characters of mine.

In the mothership of the Kree-Skrull Empire fleet, Emperor consort William Kaplan-Altman look at his clothes in the mirror and said to his husband Emperor Theodore Kaplan-Altman Dorrek VIII, "It's crazy what is happening, Teddy. When we first meet, we were trying to succeed in our parents' place as Avengers and now we kinda ruling the whole Kree-Skrull Empire." and Teddy reply, "Yeah. It's too bad that there are some in the council that want to clamed Earth as a colony world due to our marriage, Billy." William ask Teddy, "Why not we just make Earth a member of the Kree-Skrull Empire instead?" which Teddy reply, "Billy, I love you, but we faced bad people on Earth whose will said no to that idea." Suddenly, alerts are ringing and a surprised Teddy said, "Wait, those people are here alright."

Teleported at the bridge, Teddy and Billy noticed that they appear behind a group of Kree and Skrull soldiers, whose were quickly shocked at their emperor present in the bridge and Teddy quickly ask the closer Skrull captain, "Captain Xavin, what is going on?" and Xavin reply, "Your highness, four invaders show up out of nowhere, and are making their way toward the bridge!" Just then, a explosion blow open the doors and the soldiers ready their weapons as Billy prepare a spell. As the smoke clear, four humanoids wearing battle armor from a anime series step inside the bridge and one Kree soldier shout, "Halt! Who are you?" A short woman wearing a helmet that covered her face answer the question, "You can call me Eschalot." and her companions introduced themselves, starting with a female tan skin humanoid with red hair, "I'm Kasei." and then a male red hair humanoid with a beard, "I'm Likum." and a male humanoid wearing a visor, "And I'm Tishatsu." Teddy said to them, "Well, you guys need to stop now!" and Eschalot said to the emperor, "Those guys were on our way to you, Emperor Dorrek." The guards charge at the four to defend their emperor, only for these four to defeat them except for Xavin. Likum said as he hold up a Kree solider he defeat, "I cannot believe we defeat these guys so easily. This mission is not hard as I thought." and, just as he said that, Billy cast a spell on the floor below their feet and Eschalot and Kasei managed to escape it as their allies Likum and Tishatsu are teleported away. The tan skin woman shout at Billy, "What did you do?" and Billy reply, "I just send them to the cells."

At the cells they were teleported to, Tishatsu shout as he aim at the walls, "I'm going to blast us out!" and Likum shout, "Wait, that could lead to space, and we both can't breath in it!" which made Tishatsu lower his arm and said in defeat, "Are you kidding me?"

Back at the bridge, both Billy and Teddy fight Eschalot and Kasei as the crew in the bridge get to cover.

When Teddy hit Kasei hard, Eschalot saw this and cry out, "Babe!" which cause both Teddy and Billy to pause for them to ask, "Babe?" Teddy signal the battle to ended.

Eschalot explains herself to the emperor, "A man whose said he have power over time travel send us to kill you, in return for giving us a chance to undo a great disaster.

Suddenly, a man in purple appear and said to both Teddy and Billy, "I guess I should answer your question, old friends, as I was the one whose send them." and both of them said in shock, "Nathan?!?" which the man reply, "You can call me Immortus now. I send these killers after the two of you because I has seen dark futures in which the Earth-Kree-Skrull Empire lay death and destruction across the universe and I worked to undo those futures, such as making Billy's mother to go mad that she wouldn't children. Unfortunally, it would appear destiny has a play in allowing those dark futures to happened no matter how hard I try. Because of my younger self actions, you two meet and your love begins the start of the Earth-Kree-Skrull Empire. So, I recruit those four after I find them in the timestream to take you down in a effort to changed destiny. I see that I must do this myself." and Immortus was about to fire a energy at Teddy and Billy only for Eschalot to fire back and hit Immortus instead.

[ijustreallylikecaptainamericaok]

Here's the thing, I agree that this is a nuanced conversation, but my original post was me venting about a certain kind of rhetoric that bothered me. Rhetoric that's dismissive of the mere idea that Billy might also want to find his mother and that disregards Wanda's motherhood.

My first point with the comparison to the Langs isn't about Scott's involvement, per se, but about Cassie's desire for it. Even with all the decisions and circumstances that have kept them apart, no one would ever fault Cassie for still wanting her father in her life in some capacity. They'd never question why she'd want Scott around even though she also has Maggie and Jim. My second point is that no one ever questions Scott's legitimacy as a father or how much he cares for her, even though he missed nearly a decade of her life. Nor should anyone question any of this, for the record, but far too often Wanda does not get the same respect.

But back to Billy. As of right now, all we know is that Billy is looking for Tommy, he thinks Vision's been disassembled, and he thinks Wanda is dead. And honestly, if the argument against Billy looking for her was simply, "She's dead. End of story," I might not be quite as bothered. Instead it's predicated on bad faith (in my opinion) interpretations of events he does not remember and assumptions about his feelings regarding events he may not even know about.

Case in point, the idea that Wanda expected the boys to be perfect. You're not the first person I've seen say this and I don't entirely get where it comes from. Where did she say such a thing or behave in way that suggested they had to be perfect? Is it because she was puppeteering everyone else in Westview? If so, from what I recall she had no such control over Vision and the boys. And more importantly, where did the boys ever say that's how their mother made them feel? They haven't. If for no other reason than Billy doesn't currently remember anything about Westview beyond his brother's name and we don't know where Tommy even is, let alone his feelings on anything. Furthermore, Billy has described feeling like he has to play a role that isn't the "real" him for the sake of others, but it wasn't about being a perfect sitcom child - it was about being William Kaplan.

We also don't yet know what Billy feels about Wanda's actions in Westview or what he feels or knows regarding the events of DSMOM. Though considering the fact he thinks Agatha has firsthand knowledge of Wanda's supposed death, he clearly doesn't know much about anything that went on in either case. Obviously, I wouldn't blame him if he had, at the very least, complicated feelings about all of it. That'd be completely understandable, but the fact remains that we don't know for sure what he thinks. Even the "She's not my mom. I have a mom," comment could've come from a number of places. Was it about his feelings regarding Wanda herself? Was it to reassert (to himself even moreso than Agatha) the bond he's forged with Rebecca? Was it to have something to snap at Agatha over because he's still angry with her and she interrupted his attempt to give her the silent treatment with her typical needling? Could it be a combo of all of it? Maybe, maybe not.

And look, I do love Wanda. I think, like many female characters in the MCU, she's gotten majorly screwed over and it would be nice if she could at least reunite with her children. I get that you and others don't see a need for it and that's fine, but I find it using Billy to justify that frustrating given what I know of her and Billy from the comics. In the 616, the boys resurfaced after the events of Avengers Disassembled and House of M and none of Wanda's actions during that time stopped Billy from loving her and wanting to find her and help her. Obviously, different universe, different rules, but it would suck to see that connection erased entirely.

Rebecca and Wanda are both important and both have a place in Billy's life. It does not need to be either/or. And yet, I've seen multiple instances of people using Rebecca (and even Agatha) as a means to belittle Wanda with the most bad faith readings and it's just not cool.

I can't imagine the fandom pulling this kind of thing with Cassie Lang, Scott Lang, and Jim Paxton. No one (outside of maybe [REDACTED] stan salt fic) would ever use the part Jim played in raising Cassie as a way to imply that Cassie doesn't need Scott and shouldn't care about whether he's in her life, nor would it be used as proof that Scott doesn't actually care about her and that he "abandoned" her because he cares more about "the greater good." No, instead the fandom consistently praises Scott and Cassie's bond as well as the Paxton-Langs as an ideal and healthy blended family. All the time they've lost is seen for the tragedy that it is, not as ammo.

I get that a lot of this discussion is likely rooted in some folks thinking that Wanda shouldn't/doesn't need to come back to the MCU, but man, there's gotta be a better way of expressing that.

[gayalaxy]

In reply to your icon post tags: As far as I'm concerned, gay space witch is not just your brand- to me its your face! I've now seen your icon around for so long that if I ever met you in real life I would be actively shocked if you weren't just Billy Kaplan walking around with a permanent galaxy backdrop 😅

You aren’t ready for an updated picture of what I actually look like right now. *creepy villain hands* 😈

[byicarus]

billy and teddy, thread #001. continued from discord!

billy kaplan had never felt normal . . . whether it was his undying love for comic books and superheroes or the untamed mop of curls atop his head or the fact that he liked boys or the fact that he felt power coursing through his veins, he'd never been the average boy. friends had been far and few between growing up, and billy had always felt like an outcast. it wasn't until he'd been paired up with the cutest boy ever that he'd ever felt any semblance of normalcy. teddy altman had come into his world and flipped it upside down . . . but that was just the way he liked it. billy's stomach fluttered in anticipation of see the broad-shouldered boy again just at the mere thought of him. his pale cheeks had turned a soft shade of pink with all the doting that teddy was giving him. "as long as i can put one on yours in return," billy replied, standing up on the tips of his toes to let his digits brush against teddy's cheek tenderly. the smile on his face grew wider, brighter just seeing the blonde boy scrunching up his nose. "you'd never be on the end of my wrath . . . but thank you for admitting i'm right," billy teased playfully. teddy had quickly become the most important person in his life. he found himself going to teddy's football games and cheering him on wildly under the friday night lights. of course, it hadn't always been taken too kindly by some of teddy's teammates, but it was well-worth the risk to see teddy take home the gold. "oh, teddy . . . i've wanted to explode too, but i know that i'm better than that, a-and i know you are better than that," billy assured him softly. the toe of his ratty converse shoes bent as he stood on the tips of his toes to press a kiss to the blonde boy's cheek. "i'm far from pure, but i know you'd protect me . . . and i can't think of anyone who'd do it better," the curly-haired boy said softly. a small pout appeared on his pink lips, brows furrowing together. he sighed, shaking his head ever so slightly. "i know the intent of your heart, teddy. i don't think you're good; i know you're good . . . but, for the record, that doubt? i think that's what keeps us good," billy explained. "we don't just assume we're good . . . we know we have to work at it, that we have to choose to be good. at the end of the day, no matter if i feel like something's wrong with me, i know that i must be doing something right if i've got you in my life."

billy had never felt this way with any boy before. sure, he'd had crushes in high school — none of which that had ever resulted in anything more than first date purely in his head — but teddy was a completely different story. his head got all hazy, his heart started to race, and the butterflies in his stomach fluttered so fervently he didn't know what to do. there had been even a few wet dreams starring teddy in the leading role, but never did he think they'd ever be close to becoming a reality! "well, as long as you stick around, i can promise you there's plenty of monologues about all the things i'm passionate about, teddy, 'cause there's definitely more where that came from," billy said softly, his voice as smooth as honey. his cheeks were practically burning red from all the compliments falling off teddy's plump, soft lips — seriously, they were begging to be kissed! "stop it, teddy! you're going to make me melt if you keep it up," he giggled, hiding his face behinds his hands for a moment. soon enough, though, his lips were finding their way back to teddy's, humming happily as jolts of electricity prickled throughout his system. billy was alive, all thanks to the thrill that teddy gave him. "well, i'd certainly like to show your erection my affection," billy breathed out as his hips rutted against teddy's ever so slightly. his judgment might've been clouded with horniness, but billy knew that getting a taste of teddy once and all would never be something he'd regret. his face buried in the curve of teddy's neck, lips attaching to the soft flesh instinctively. his lips sucked a soft purple mark into the blonde boy's skin before pulling away with a giddy smirk on his face. everybody would know that teddy altman was all his! his dainty little hand slipped past the waistband of teddy's jeans and found their way to his massive cock, wrapping around the shaft immediately. his hand slowly started to slink its way up his cock, brown eyes fixated on his lover. "you weren't kidding, baby . . . you're so hard," he teased playfully. "did i do that?"