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astrxq · 1 year

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new beginnings

chad meeks martin x reader

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notes: the lack of chad fics on here is painful 😖. mentions of stabbing/scars, a bit of insecure!chad.

After the Woodsboro killings, Chad was extremely happy that Sam had suggested moving to New York. The thought of leaving all of his past behind was something he couldn't wait to do, and moving away for college heightened his excitement.

Trailing after his twin sister, Mindy, Chad carried both of their bags. "Care to tell me why you can't carry this, again?" he asked, fixing the strap of the gym bag that was full of clothes hanging from his shoulder. "Come on, big boy. You got this; it's just a few boxes," Mindy teased, pretending to flex her arm muscles as she had seen Chad do many times.

"Plus, Sam is also helping. And you're cheaper than a moving company, so..."

"Still? You could help." He let out a sigh of relief when Mindy finally reached her dorm room, knocking twice before a shorter girl opened the door with a grin on her face. "You must be Mindy! Come in," the girl stepped aside, and Chad followed with an awkward smile as he was offered help with the boxes. "Don't mind him; he's just here to help with the heavy stuff," Mindy said, sitting on the sheet-less bed next to the one with baby pink bedding.

Leaving the boxes on the floor and giving a wave to his sister's new roommate, Chad made his way to his own dorm, having to carry boxes once again.

"Hey," a small voice caught Chad off guard. Turning around to face you, he said, "Do you need help with those?" You pointed to the bags still hanging from his shoulder. Chad was momentarily stunned, taken aback by your sudden appearance.

He quickly composed himself and gave you a grateful smile. "Uh, yeah, that would be great. Thanks." You took one of the bags from him, surprised at how heavy it was. "Wow, you really packed a lot in here," you remarked, struggling to keep the bag from slipping out of your grip. Chad chuckled, "Yeah, I might have overpacked a little bit."

He fell silent; Chad wanted to be cautious about who he let into his life. He really, really wanted to. He would never admit it to his friends from Woodsboro, but he could barely sleep at night, and sometimes, when he showered, he looked down at the scars on his side and felt his breath catch in his throat for a second, wishing they'd disappear.

"Where'd you go?" you asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Huh?"

"That thing," you used your free hand to point at his face, "you seemed out of it for a bit. I was asking where you're staying." Chad seemed to think for a second, falling silent once again. "Just down the street."

He had promised himself he'd be careful with who he let into his life; his sister kept reminding him over and over again about being wary of everybody, even his own roommate, who he hadn't even met yet.

Chad made his way towards his building, and you followed behind, thinking of ways to strike up a conversation. Silence made you feel uneasy, and Chad had a frustrated look on his face. "This is me, thanks for helping me with the bags," he said quickly and reached for the things you'd helped carry. "See ya," he muttered, turning around and pretending to look for the keys, knowing damn well that wasn't his building.

"I could help you get everything up there, if you want."

"It's fine." Chad was nice; he knew he was. But Mindy's words kept repeating in his head: "Do not trust anybody, not even your own shadow." A little lie couldn't hurt anyone, could it? Seeing that Chad was practically ignoring you, you reached to tap his shoulder. "If you don't need anything else, I'll let you get settled in. I'll see you around? I think?"

He nodded. "Sure, yeah." You could sense some kind of discomfort on his face, even though his voice sounded cheerful. Chad waited for you to be far enough to quickly pick up his things again and go to his actual building, feeling incredibly guilty by the stunt he'd just pulled.

"You're the dumbest person I've ever met," Mindy texted after Chad sent a two-minute-long voice message explaining what had just happened. "Kudos on the not trusting strangers thing, though. So glad to see that somebody actually listens to me."

He heard the sound of keys jiggling together, then the front door closing. "You scared the shit out of me, man," he said once he saw the curly-haired guy holding a bunch of bags. His roommate gave him a confused look, clearly seeing Chad relax after seeming so tense at his entry.

It had been a couple of hours since he'd settled in; it was already dark outside, and his roommate, Ethan, was lying on his bed watching what seemed like a YouTube video on his phone. So, Chad decided to go for a walk to clear his head. He paced around for a bit, not really knowing where he was headed, but the group of students walking in front of him made him feel more at peace.

"Hey, you," you said, walking out of your own building with a notebook in your hands. "Going for a walk?" He nodded. "Yep, just needed some fresh air," Chad replied, noticing the notebook in your hands. "Are you a writer or something?"

You chuckled, glancing down at your hands. "Sort of. I'm studying journalism, so I'm always jotting down ideas." Chad made a move to hold out his hands, urging you to ask more about what you had written down on the page that was showing. "Do you mind if I join your walk?"

"Sure," Chad said, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of things do you write about?" A warm smile formed on your face as you walked alongside him. "Everything, really. I think if it's written well, anything can be interesting."

Chad nodded, his eyes wandering over the bustling streets of the campus. The city lights illuminated the night sky, creating a vibrant backdrop for their conversation. As he walked beside you, Chad couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort in your presence. He had been so guarded since the Woodsboro incident, but something about you made him feel at ease.

"You know," Chad began, choosing his words carefully, "I'm sorry if I seemed off earlier."

You glanced at him, empathy shining in your eyes. "Oh! It's okay, moving can be very stressful. Where are you from?... Sorry, I forgot to ask for your name," you admitted, a bit embarrassed that you had started babbling and rambling to a boy whose name you didn't even know. "Chad," he replied, "I'm from-" he seemed to think, "Michigan. I came with my sister and my friends."

"That's very nice, Chad. I hope you all settle in just fine," you patted his arm, and Chad felt like he'd never been more relaxed. "I'm Y/N. If any of you need anything, you know where to find me." You pointed back to the building you'd just come out of, and Chad recognized his sister's dorm window from afar.

His gaze met yours, and Chad

felt a flicker of hope within him. Maybe opening up to someone, even a stranger, could be a step toward healing the wounds that haunted him. As you kept walking, Chad started to open up a bit; his closed-off persona had merged into a charming one, and he didn't seem to mind that he'd turned off his overthinking so quickly.

"Wanna sit for a bit?" Chad offered. He let you sit down on the bench first and then positioned himself next to you, so close that he could feel the goosebumps on your arms. You didn't even know if it was because of the cold or because of how close you were sitting.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, taking in the atmosphere of the campus at night. The cool breeze rustled the leaves in the nearby trees, and the distant sounds of laughter and music from a nearby bar filled the air.

Chad broke the silence, his voice gentle. "So, what made you choose journalism?"

You turned to him, a hint of excitement in your eyes. "I've always been fascinated by storytelling."

Chad nodded, his gaze fixed on the campus courtyard. "It sure sounds fun. I used to pretend I was a famous news reporter when I was little." You barked out a laugh, and he felt a smile playing on his lips. "I'm sure there's a video of me and Mindy dressed up and giving updates on sports games."

You held the same smile he did. "I'd love to see that, God." Chad chuckled. The conversation flowed effortlessly as you shared stories about your childhood, comparing anecdotes as if you'd known each other for ages. The more you talked, the more Chad found himself opening up.

"Moving here was my chance to start fresh, to leave behind the weight of the past. It's liberating, you know?" You nodded, understanding the sentiment all too well. "Absolutely. Sometimes a change of scenery is exactly what we need to grow and find ourselves."

Chad wouldn't tell you about his motive behind moving to New York, not yet at least. So he didn't correct you. Despite the darkness he carried from Woodsboro, he was determined to move forward and build a new life for himself.

Before you knew it, almost two hours had passed, and the night had deepened. The campus had quieted down, and the distant sounds of music had faded away. Chad glanced at his phone, surprised by how late it had gotten, and read over the goodnight texts from the group chat with his friends.

The conversation started to dwindle, but neither of you seemed eager to part ways just yet. The connection you had formed felt too precious to let go so easily.

"We should probably head back," Chad finally said, glancing at his watch. "It's getting late."

You nodded, understanding the need to call it a night. You chuckled softly. "Yeah, it's been an amazing conversation. Thanks for keeping me company."

Chad smiled. "No, thank you. It's been a while since I've had such a great conversation with someone. You've made my first day here much better than I anticipated."

The sincerity in his voice touched you, and you felt a connection deepening between you. There was an unspoken understanding, a sense that you both had found something special in each other's company.

You both stood up from the bench, a slight reluctance in your movements. Chad hesitated for a moment, then gathered the courage to ask, "Hey, would you like to grab food together sometime? I'd love to continue our conversation."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you nodded. "I'd like that."

'Okay. Maybe you're not THAT dumb,' Mindy texted once she saw her twin brother walk her neighbor to the door.

#scream 6 #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks martin #chad meeks martin x reader #chad meeks imagine #mason gooding

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respectthepetty · 1 year

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A toast to us making it through February in QL Land.

This month was exhausting, but we made it!

We watched two endings of 609 Bedtime Story.

We watched Sam wear pink in GAP.

We watched the chaos unfold in Hit Bite Love.

We watched Chinzhilla participate in the Hot Wave competition in My School President.

We watched Alex educate the masses in The Warp Effect.

We watched Palm FINALLY call Nueng by his name in Never Let Me Go.

We watched Hira rise to meet Kiyoi in My Beautiful Man 2.

We watched the stepbrothers plot of HIStory 4: Close to You carry over into HIStory 5: Love in the Future.

We watched a pen, a cat, and a broken liquor bottle play matchmakers in Moonlight Chicken.

We watched several other QLs end (Candy Color Paradox, Individual Circumstances, I Will Knock You) and even more begin (Jack O' Frost, The End of the World with You, Bed Friend, Chains of Heart).

But no matter how they ended or began, one thing is for sure...

With all these QLs being released, with the amount of diverse characters and stories being told, and with most of them shouting for marriage equality and change,

We stay winning!

Cheers, Queers.

Let your March be just as gay, if not more, than February.

*Everybody's gay, yeah. It's a happy place in here, baby, you're safe*

#Everybody's gay #We made it!#cheers queers #609 bedtime story #gap the series #hit bit love #my school president #the warp effect #never let me go #my beautiful man 2 #history 5: love in the future #moonlight chicken #bed friend will be my comfort watch now

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doudouneverte · 1 year

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Shapeshifter and the Quizz

a/n: in my mind it was a good idea

*not my GIF*

mama!Natasha Romanoff x daughter!Reader; Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader; Pietro Maximoff x Female!Reader(best friend); Yelena Belova x Teen!Reader(aunti-niece); Avengers x Teen!Reader

Summary: it was not the type of Natasha to get involved in Sam's and Tony's childish game but she need to prove them she know you better than anyone

Type: Fluff

Wanrning: nothing

words count: 1879

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In the tower, the Avengers were chilling; it was one of those days when there was nothing to do except probably for Pietro, who was planning a lot of pranks for everyone. Usually you should be home at this hour, but you decided to hang out with MJ a little. Correction: She forced you to hang out with her, but you didn't mind; she's one of your best friends, so it's okay.

Tony came to the living room, where Wanda was watching TV with Peter and Natasha was reading; there was also Sam, Bucky, and Steve, but they were doing their thing. "Red, I'm building a new bookshelf for the little spider, but I don't know what's her favorite color." He asked, and before your mom could understand what he said, she heard.

"(F/C)" said by the Sokovian. She smiled, and Tony looked at her for confirmation; she just nodded.

It should be like that; she was happy to know your girlfriend knew you. But she obviously didn't think Sam would invite himself into the equation.

"Oh, Nat, I'm confused; I thought you were the one who knows her best," Sam teased her. Everybody knew what he was doing, but Tony, being Tony, couldn't let it slip. "She starts to steal your baby girl." He said this loudly, and the Russian started to feel jealous of your relationship with Wanda.

"What do you mean, guys? Of course I know what her favorite color is. Wanda was just faster." She replied; she obviously didn't want to fall into their childish game.

"Okay, so what's her favorite movie?" Sam asked not so innocently.

"(F/M)" Wanda replied instantly; there was a silence, and she looked at the redhead. "Sorry," she said lowly.

"See, Natasha, she knows Y/n better than you," the Falcon teased. Usually she wouldn't let them get her, but when Steve and Bucky laughed at Sam's antics, she started to feel jealous.

"Okay, and what do you want to do?" The Russian said, and Tony thought for a moment.

"What do you think about a quiz? We will ask you questions, and the first to reply wins a point," he said. Everybody looked excited.

"We're not obligated," Wanda said to Natasha.

"No, but why not?" The redhead replied. "But what win the winner?" she asked Tony.

He looked at the room and tried to find something worth before his eye lend on a shirt with Minnie Mouse. "A trip to Disneyland with Y/n?" he asked, and the Russian seemed skeptical.

"Why would I play to win something I can afford?" she asked.

"Because I'll pay everything," he replied, and that seemed to cheer Natasha.

"Deal!" they both said.

"Perfect, now we just need a referee who knows Y/n as much as you." Sam said. He thought for a moment before speaking again. "Friday, can you tell Pietro we need him here, and it's important." And the IA did.

For the first fifty minutes, they both replied correctly at the same time. The little animation brought the rest of the Avengers into the living room, and at each question, they always had a little comment. You finally showed up a few minutes later.

"Hey mom, I'm...here" you said when you entered the tower. Your mom didn't come to greet you, but you heard noise in the living room, so you made your way into the room, where you found your mom and your girlfriend. They seemed tense. "Wow. What's happening here?" You asked and walked to sit between them. All eyes were now on you.

"Oh, perfect little Romanoff. We are playing a game. A quiz." Sam explained.

"What's the theme?" You asked; you wanted to play too; it could be fun.

"You." Tony said, and you frowned your eyebrows. Your mom was not someone who easily got involved in Sam's stupid plans.

"Okay, I have another question." Pietro said, and everybody looked at him. "Who was Y/n's first kiss?" He asked, and now everyone looked at you, and it was impossible to hide your flushed cheeks.

"Easy, it's me." Wanda said, and you lowered your head; you were clearly not ready for that. When she noticed you, the witch gasped. "Seriously?" She asked, visibly offended, and everybody except you two laughed.

"It was Mike." Natasha said, "One of our old neighbors." She explained proudly. And you shook your head.

"To be completely honest with you, it was her big sister Nora." You said, and you didn't miss the grin on Pietro's face.

"What but you said…" Your mom said

"Yeah, but it was before I came out, and I didn't know how you'd react," you confessed, and the redhead hugged you. This cute moment was interrupted by Tony.

"Okay, who was your best kiss between her and your first with the little witch?" He asked, and you rolled your eyes.

"Wanda, of course," you replied, and your girlfriend kissed your cheek.

"Okay, okay, lovebirds I have another question." Sam exclaimed. "Who's Y/n's favorite Avenger?" he asked, and you chuckled. Except Pietro, no one could reply.

"Me," they both said, and you and your best friend laughed. The two women looked at you, shocked.

"It's totally Auntie Yelena," you replied, and Natasha cursed herself. Of course it was her; you were literally her biggest fan.

"At least the little poser has good taste." Yelena said, and you gave her a high five.

"I'm pretty disappointed," Wanda said, and she pouted. She was too cute, but that didn't change anything.

"Okay, guys, I have a last question. The first who replies wins," you said. "And I warn you, I'll be very disappointed if you can't find the right answer." you added. Okay, now there was a lot of tension in the room because of you. You cleared your throat and felt everybody focus on you. "Who... is... my best friend?" you asked.

"Oh, come on, it's easy. Pietro," your girlfriend replied.

"No, it's MJ," your mom said.

You didn't say anything; you just stood up, went to the kitchen to grab something to eat, and made your way to your mom's room. Everyone looked at you but didn't understand why you acted like that. Pietro could see you were pissed off, and it was unbearable.

"Really?" your best friend asked, and all eyes were now on him.

"What? It's true." Wanda defends herself.

"Technically yes, but from what we saw, it's not the answer she expects." Yelena said.

"But who is it?" Sam was obviously the only one who remembered you didn't reply.

"It's you!" Pietro said poiting Natasha before sprinting to your location.

"Hey buddy," you said, and you sat properly on the bed, and he sat beside you.

"Oh, you take better than I thought." he replied, and you chuckled.

"And how did you think I would react?" you asked, clearly amused by his exception.

"I thought you would be more sad, you know, like this time with Wanda when she didn't say 'I love you' back and you were a burden for a complete day." He said and you groaned, "Or this time when you split all your drink on the table because you imitated Peter." He added and you laughed.

"It was a very good drink, so of course I would be sad." you said.

"Or this time when you shot an explosive arrow and almost destroyed the training area, and Laura grounded you for fifteen minutes because it was dangerous." he added.

"Okay, I understand; you know me really well, but I need to remind you that it was not my fault for the arrow. If Kate didn't change it, I would never destroy it." you defend.

"I think that means Tony own me a weekend at Disney," he said, and you frowned your eyebrow.

"What?" you asked.

"He promised a weekend at Disney World to the one of them who could answer the question the best," he explained, and your eyes were wide open.

"All that for a trip to Disney World?" you asked, and he nodded. Pietro wanted to speak, but your mom and your girlfriend came.

"Hey, are you still angry?" Natasha asked.

"I wasn't angry," you replied, "just a little surprised that you couldn't both answer an easy question like that." you explained.

Your mom looked at her feet; she was a little ashamed that she couldn't get the right answer. "I didn't know," she mumbled, and before you could notice, Pietro excused himself and her sister and took her out of the redhead's room. He really knew you the best.

"How? I mean, we spent a lot of time together." you said. She didn't reply at first and just sat beside you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder.

"Yeah, but with the time we had fewer mommy-daughter moments; every time I asked you, you said you had something planned with MJ, Peter, Ned, or Pietro, and now you have Wanda."

"But did you forget all the mommy-daughter moments we couldn't have because you were on mission or just too exhausted from work?" you asked, and she felt guilty. "But I'm not really upset or anything. Yes, it's true, I spent a lot of time with MJ recently, but that's because recently you had a lot of missions, so she stayed with me to fill the void of not having you with me whenever I wanted, like when I was a kid, but it's okay." you explained.

"But I should be there. It's not okay." she said, and she started to feel angry towards herself.

"Hey, it's okay, Mom, like really. It's true sometimes; it's really sad, but I know you are somewhere, helping people, and I'm okay with that. I mean, how many teens can say that they have the famous Black Widow as mom?" you said, and she smiled.

"What did I do to deserve you?" Nat asked with tears in her eyes, and you chuckled.

"You just knocked out a bad guy." you joked, and she laughed.

"I love you, мой маленький ангел (my little angel)." She said, and hugged you.

"I love you, too, мама медведь (mama bear)" you replied. There was silence for a moment before you spoke again. "Wait, what will we do about the trip to Disney?" you asked.

"I think you can convince Pietro to let you and her sister have a good time." she suggested, but you shook your head.

"I think I have a better idea. You'll go with Wanda, and I will stay with Pietro at Barton's farm." you said, and she frowned her eyebrow. "It's obvious that you both know me very well, but I think you need to learn more about each other." And it's been a long time since I had a sleepover with Lila, so it's a win-win." you explained.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yeah, and don't worry, Aunti Laura will do all she can to not let me or Pietro get hurt or anything." you assured her. Your mom didn't reply; she just nodded and laid down on the bed, and you imitated her.

"I'm happy to be your best friend." she whispered, trying not to break the mood.

"I know, everyone would want to." you joked. You both stayed like that until you fell asleep, visibly tired about your day.

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planetpiastri · 1 year

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#1 with rooster bay bee <3

tell me why i've never in my life been more scared to write a blurb LMAO i hope i did him justice<33

1. losing something and the other picks it up and calls after them

word count - 1.5k

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen the Hard Deck this packed. As you and your best friend tried to squirm your way through the crowd, you felt an unusual wave of claustrophobia press in on you from the proximity of everyone around.

“Is Penny having an event or something?” you called over your shoulder, struggling to be heard over the crowd.

“Not that I remember,” your friend called back. “Must be a new wave of aviators—I guess there’s a mission coming up or something.”

You nodded in reply, trying to squeeze between two burly sailors, but they didn’t even notice you. As you stumbled back, your friend steadied you and said, “Listen, this place is a zoo. I’m gonna go try and find us a table—or even just a chair to share. You get us drinks. Sound good?”

You nodded, more frustrated than anything, and tried again to squeeze past the sailors. This time they did see you, and quickly shifted out of the way with some gallant, mumbled apologies. After what felt like ages, you finally arrived at the shiny, lacquered surface of the bar, slamming your palms down and claiming a space there. One of the guys next to you jumped at the sudden sound, doing a double-take, but you didn’t spare him a glance.

“Penny!” you yelped, flagging her down as she ran past. “What the hell is going on?”

You could tell it was busy because Penny had her hair pulled back with an untidy claw clip. Loose strands fell all around her face, and she was flushed, but smiling. Recognizing you, she quickly grabbed two bottles of you and your friend’s favorite beers and started to uncap them, saying, “TOPGUN called back a bunch of graduates, and they just succeeded in their mission with zero casualties. Seems like everybody and their Uncle Sam wants to buy them a congratulatory beer.”

You bit back a snarky retort, always mindful of the sign over Penny’s shoulder—specifically, the warning against disrespecting the navy. Instead, you said, “Well, cheers to that. I’ll have to give one of them a pat on the back.”

“I’ll take that pat,” said a voice next to you, and when Penny threw her head back and laughed, you knew you’d somehow been set up.

Bracing yourself, you turned to face the aviator next to you, and when you saw his face, all you said was, “Oh.”

He was tall and strong, and his brown hair was carefully trimmed and styled—all typical signs of an active-duty aviator. Even the mustache on his upper lip was pretty standard fare with navy men, though you had to admit you hadn’t seen it on anyone younger than your father in…ever, actually. But the thing that really made this man stand out was his clothes. He was wearing a basic white tank top tucked into a pair of blue jeans, with an extremely loud and obnoxious floral Hawaiian shirt worn on top. In all your time hanging around Fightertown and the Hard Deck, you’d never seen a detachment where ‘island tourist chic’ was part of the uniform.

If you’d been able to pull it together quicker, you’d have said something smart and impressive and witty, like, “Nice kit, lieutenant.” But he was looking at you with gentle brown eyes and a look on his face that left you dizzy, like the worst kind of cliche. And the last thing you’d said was, “Oh.”

Which was apt.

After another long moment where you were incapable of doing much else than stare dumbly at the pilot next to you, he broke into a smile—of course that just made him more gorgeous—and chuckled. “So I guess that’s a ‘no’ on the back-pat?”

“Congrats,” you said dumbly, and you watched as your hand, seemingly operating separate from the rest of you, reached out and clapped him soundly on the shoulder. He laughed again, and your face burned. You half hoped the floor of the Hard Deck would open up and swallow you right there.

You glanced back towards Penny, hoping for a lifeline, but of course she’d moved on to serve someone else.

“I haven’t seen you here before,” said the pilot, leaning closer to make himself heard over the crowd in the bar. You tried to play it cool and act like his proximity wasn’t sending excited chills up and down your spine.

“Then you must not come by very often,” you shot back, grinning. “I’m in here all the time.”

He wrinkled his nose like he was embarrassed, and it was your turn to chuckle, taking a drink from one of the beers Penny had given you. The pilot reached into his pocket and deftly pulled out a credit card, holding it between two fingers. He said, “I feel like that’s a fumble on my part. Can I buy your drinks?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Penny starting to walk back towards the two of you. Moving quickly, you set down the beer, grabbed your wallet, and scrambled for your own card, saying, “I’m perfectly capable. Thanks, though.”

You immediately regretted it when you saw his face fall incrementally. Great. He totally thought you’d just rejected him. And you had just rejected him. Ugh, this was not going well.

Penny took your card and then was gone again. Wanting to hurry up and escape this awkward interaction with this very attractive aviator, you shoved your wallet back into your pocket and picked up both beers with one hand, reaching out to take your card back when Penny returned.

“My friend is over there,” you said, gesturing vaguely in a direction. “I should probably get going. Nice to meet you, though. And congrats on the mission.”

“Yeah,” he said with a nod, looking distracted. “Thanks.”

As you started to worm your way back through the crowd, you fought the urge to smack yourself on the forehead. How could he possibly have talked about fumbling? You were the one who had just fumbled! You had half a mind to turn back around, push back through the crowd, and forcefully introduce yourself, but something told you that’d just make it worse.

Oh, well. A few more beers and the handsome stranger in the Hawaiian shirt would be long forgotten.

You spotted your friend sitting out on the back deck and waved with your free hand, squeezing out the double doors at the back of the bar and stepping out onto the wooden boards. You opened your mouth to start talking about the flirting catastrophe at the bar, but realized your friend’s eyes were focused on something behind you.

Then you heard your name being called.

Oh, you have got to be kidding.

You turned around just as the pilot from the bar squeezed out the doors and jogged lightly towards you, his Hawaiian shirt flapping gently. He stopped in front of you, his cheeks the slightest bit pink, and held out his hand. Glancing down, you saw your ID.

“What—?” you said, bewildered.

“It fell out of your wallet,” he explained, a little breathless. “When you were rushing to reject me.”

“Oh my god,” you whispered, putting your free hand in front of your face as white-hot embarrassment flashed through your upper body. In spite of it, you couldn’t help but giggle. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. I just figured you’d need it.”

“Thank you so much,” you sighed, taking it from him gratefully and tucking it into your pocket. “Listen, about the bar—”

“It’s really okay,” he interrupted. “I shouldn’t have been so pushy. You were just trying to get a drink, it was busy and loud. I get it. I don’t want to be just another guy—whoa, what are you doing?”

You stepped close and reached right into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out his phone and holding it towards him. “Open,” you ordered.

He did as you said and stammered, “What—uh—I mean—what are you—what’s going on?”

“I’m putting my number in your phone,” you said, hoping you sounded cooler than you felt. “This way we can talk somewhere that isn’t an overcrowded navy bar.”

“Like…a coffee shop or something?” he asked, his voice almost hopeful.

You smiled shyly. “Something like that. Here.” You handed him his phone back. “Use that so we can get a do-over.”

“Okay,” he said, really grinning now. “Okay, great. Cool. Awesome. I’ll call you.”

“You better,” you said.

He started to walk back towards the bar, looking down at the phone in his hand. He waved as he went and said, “See you later!”

“I didn’t catch your name!” you realized suddenly.

He shook his head, a teasing glint in his eye. “I didn’t give it.”

You bit your lip to keep from smiling too much and finally turned away, walking back to your friend with the beers that had seemed so important not that long ago. They watched you with a knowing smile, and when you sat down at the table, they asked coyly, “Who was that?”

“I don’t know,” you said honestly, taking a long drink. “But I think I’m gonna enjoy finding out.”

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Birthday Surprise

It’s 11:57pm on April 24th and my friends and family are gathered around me to ring in my 30th birthday at midnight. I don’t always need to have the biggest party or festivities, but you only turn 30 once, and honestly, roughly ten years ago I wasn’t even sure if I would make it till here.

“Thank you all so much for coming eeh, big 30 aye!” I laugh awkwardly, but most of my friends are drunk enough that they just cheer and clap along. “I ceenot wait for this year like. We’ve got some great things cooking! 30’s gonna be great!” I shout into the room, shortly being joined by Dean, Joe, Tom and Jimmy. We’ve all got our arms thrown around each other’s shoulders, beers in hand.

“Alreet alreet” Dean shouts over the party commotion “We’ve only got a few seconds left now. 5,4…”

“3,2,1 HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM!!!!” everybody in the room joins in and as the clock rings in my special day, Rachael emerges with a big cake that’s shaped like my face. Candles and sparklers atop and I happily accept it.

As is tradition, Dean smacks some cake into my face, we drink a shot together and I’m being pulled into hugs by everyone. My mam, my brother, my girlfriend…

And once the excitement has quieted down a bit and people start eating the cake and refilling their drinks, Y/N stands in front of me. The last person to congratulate me.

“Happy Birthday” she tells me with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes I notice. We share a quick hug but she looks as if she wants to disappear as soon as I let go of her. But talking to her seems to halt her in her spot and she looks up at me

“It’s really good to see yer” I tell her with a genuine smile. She’s one of my dearest friends and also the last person I was in love with. Unfortunately, we had to learn the hard way that moving from a friendship into a relationship doesn’t always end well. But luckily, we managed to save and salvage what we had before and are now able to be friends again.

“Yeah, you too” she replies softly. She’s been really quiet and reserved all evening. She’s barely gotten a word out, keeping mostly to herself even though we share the same group of friends and most of them are here tonight.

“I hope..” “I’m..” we both speak at the same time and I awkwardly rub the back of my neck “Sorry, you go ahead”

“Oh, ehm, I was just saying I’m gan find Rachael and try some of that cake” she says while she’s already turning away, not being able to leave my side fast enough it seems.

“Aye, I hope you’re doing well and we can hang out again soon” I just mumble the rest of my previous thought to myself.

Before I can let Y/N’s strange demeanor get to my head, I spot my brother and his long-time partner in conversation with my girlfriend. Or better, the girl I’ve been seeing for the past 3 months that’s not really my girlfriend because we’re not officially together, but we’re dating and having a good time together so I can’t just call her a fling either. And she was very adamant on being here tonight, so I’m glad she’s getting along with my family too.

About two hours later I see Y/N saying goodbye to Tom and Heidi as well as my mam, before she just waves at the boys and leaves them with a “Bye guys, see yous soon” to which they all smile and wave back, Joe shouting a departing “get home safe”.

She finally spots me and makes her way over

“Saving the best till last I see” I tease her, which elicits only a small tug at her lips. So I really can’t even make my friend smile anymore. With nothing at all apparently. Hm.

“You’re leaving already?” I ask because tonight felt as if she wasn’t even really here and as the night gets longer the crowd gets smaller and it usually only leaves my closest inner circle. Which she is part of and I would’ve loved to spend some more time with her, actually talk to her.

“Yeah sorry, I don’t feel that great staying here any longer” she gives me a look as if to tell me that something is bothering her, and I should know what that something is.

“Thanks for the invite, Sam” she says politely and pulls me into a quick hug that I return.

“Y/N wait!” I hold on to her arm but she instantly coils away and out of my reach

“Let go of me” she hisses quietly, so that nobody else but me can hear.

“Y/N no, what’s going on?” I follow her out into the foyer and out the front door. She’s finally stopping and swiftly turning around to look at me

“I just don’t want to look at this any longer alreet. Maybe I shouldn’t have come” she says the last part more to herself and I’m only getting more and more confused

“But, it’s my birthday” I breath, the first thing that comes to mind. We always spend our birthdays together

“What do yer mean, look at any longer? What’s going on Y/N/N?” I look at her questioningly. She’s looking at her feet, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as if she doesn’t know what to do next. She’s debating whether to tell me or not. But in the next instant she whips her head towards me, her decision made

“You, Sam. You and that girl!” she shouts, angrily pointing at me, she’s almost jabbing her finger into my chest, that’s how close we are standing. Her eyes are wild and brimming with tears.

“I can’t look at it any longer!” she lets go of the breath she was holding. Exhausted just from that simple statement. I look at her bewildered, not believing what I hear. She’s never mentioned having a problem with me seeing someone new. But I’m also just realizing, she hasn’t been around all that much the past few months. And definitely not when my date was around.

“I…didn’t…why have you never said anything?” I truly thought we were doing fine after our breakup last year. I don’t understand what’s happening, I just know that I can’t lose Y/N and I can’t believe I’ve missed the signs of her discomfort.

“What was I supposed to say Sam? We’re not together anymore. I don’t have any right to tell you what to do and who to date”

“But we’re friends. You know that you can always come to wor” I cautiously take a step closer to her, feeling the overwhelming need to comfort her.

“Sam..” she croaks out and my arms are instantly around her. But she stops me before I can pull her into an embrace. She’s holding onto my forearms. She’s so close, I can feel her ragged breath on the front of my shirt. But her eyes won’t meet mine

“I don’t know how to be around you anymore. I…I thought I was over you. I thought I was okay with our breakup, healed, and moved on.”

She finally lifts her head and my gaze instantly falls onto hers. And what I see breaks me. Red rimmed eyes, a few stray tears have already fallen, making her cheeks wet. She looks scared and broken, and I can’t believe that I didn’t know about this. About how she felt and what kind of emotional distress she must have gone through these last months.

“Y/N/N…I didn’t know” I croak. Embarrassment creeping in and I'm mentally kicking myself for being so oblivious again.

“I know. Because we never had that last talk” she sniffs and drops my arms in favor of pulling her thin coat tighter around herself. Crossing her arms in front of her chest, protecting herself from the cold, and protecting her heart from any more damage.

“We never sat down and talked about how our relationship, and the breakup really affected us. I just tried to be okay and be happy about the things I still have. And you started seeing someone else” she smiles at that, but it’s a bittersweet kind of smile. And I can see new tears gathering in her eyes.

“Sweetheart, you should’ve come n' talked to me aboot it. Nonetheless if I’m seeing someone new or not”

“I just couldn’t Sam. I couldn’t because every time I thought about talking to you and what I would say to you, I knew I would just end up in tears. And then I found out about you and her and…” she’s letting me cup her cheek this time, and I’m softly swiping her tears away before she continues

“I was so scared of today. Of what it would mean if she’s here tonight, and I see her.”

“Y/N A’m so sorry!” I tell her earnestly, searching her face because I need her to believe me. I never meant to hurt her this way.

“Tell me what I can do to make it better”

“Sam I...” she sniffs before looking back up at me “I don’t think there’s anything you can do. I don’t think it’s good for me to be around you right now” and I can feel my insides crumble at that

“Y/N/N no, don’t say that” I beg her, tears shooting into my own eyes now and I can feel them softly rolling down my face.

“I still love you too much. And I can’t see you with another girl. I can’t heal like this Sam! When every time I look at you, a small part inside me still breaks.” She closes her eyes at that and I lean my cheek onto her head, pulling her a little bit closer because I know how final this moment is. Of course I will give her the time and space to heal, but this could just as well mean this is our last time together, and we might never come back from this. I press a final kiss onto her forehead before I speak again

“I can’t lose you”

“I’m so sorry” she whispers back and pulls further away from me “You’ll be okay” she takes my hand from her face and gently squeezes it one last time before she drops it and it falls at my side. I instantly miss her warmth, her soft touch.

“Happy Birthday Sam” she says with a voice full of sorrow and heartbreak. As she turns her back towards me and begins to make her short way home, the look of pain and longing in her face haunts me. And I’m sure it perfectly reflects mine.

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demonsandmischief · 1 year

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-Chapter 15: The Avengers' Therapist-

Bisexual Female Reader x The Avengers

this story is Rated M for sexual themes

1K Words

The Series Masterlist

The compound was silent aside from the sitcom you had playing on the TV. You sat on the couch with your dinner. There was a heaviness you felt pressing on your chest; the anxiety of not knowing what was going on, and the potential for the people you loved to be in danger.

It had been three weeks since you had seen the Avengers. There was an occasional text. Steve and Clint even called once or twice.

You had tried to distract yourself by tying up all of the loose ends with your business venture. It was going to be a nonprofit, but that created a whole variety of hoops to jump through. You could finally see the end in sight.

And just like any other night, you switched off the TV and dragged your blanket over your shoulders. Tonight, you were going to sleep in Steve's room. You were happy that each of their bedrooms were open because you were able to rotate depending on who you missed the most.

You missed all of them, deeply. Painfully.

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A few days later you were making breakfast after a run on the treadmill. It was really early, but you struggled to sleep. Every bump and creak of the night made you feel isolated and bothered, even in the secure space.

You had stayed away from the news, but it was inevitable. Los Angeles had been attacked, just like Tony had said they would. While that was awful, the group had been captured. Selfishly, you hoped that meant your Avengers would be home soon.

It was only moments later when you heard the door open.

"We thought you would be asleep," Steve said. He was still in his uniform, once a bright blue now gray. His normally unruly hair was matted to his head. He had a cut next to his lip, and the fabric of his suit was torn and stained a deep brown that only came with dried blood.

"I'm fine, honey," he consoled, seeing the way you were looking at him. "I just came straight here because I needed to see you. I didn't have a chance to get cleaned up."

You felt a rise of emotion, an overwhelming sense of relief that hit you like a freight train.

You sobbed, muffling the sound with your palm.

"What did you do to her, Steve?" Bucky accused. You didn't even notice him come in.

He dropped his bag. He wrapped his arms tight around you, pulling you to his chest. One of his hands stroked your back and the other cradled your head. You clutch his t-shirt with your fists, continuing to cry as his familiar touch and smell surround you.

"Don't cry," he whispered. "We're not going anywhere."

"I missed you so much," you said.

"We missed you more than you will ever know," Steve said, stepping up behind you. You turned, wrapping your arms around him instead.

"There she is," Sam smiled. He held open his arms and you moved from Steve to him. "Look at you. You're looking good, baby."

Your smile was automatic at his cheerfulness. You smeared some of your tears with your palm.

Sam gave you a gentle kiss.

"Where are the others?" you asked, looking at Steve.

"They're coming," he answered. "They had to stop in DC to wrap everything up."

"They're okay?"

"Everybody is okay," Sam confirmed. That was such a relief. You had been so worried.

"Why don't we get cleaned up, and then you can tell us what you've been up to?" Steve suggested. He gestured you back over to him, mashing his lips to yours when you were in reach.

"Okay," you nodded, breathlessly. He kissed your forehead. You smiled, completely happy that they were home. "I'll make you guys some breakfast."

You made a huge breakfast, and it was a good thing you did because the rest of your Avengers came through the door.

Wanda was the first to you. She wrapped around you tightly, and you placed your face in her neck.

She whispered your name, and you realized how desperate you had been to hear her voice.

"I'm so proud of you," you told her. "I knew you could do it."

She gave you a squeeze.

"I don't think we could have done it without Wanda," Nat said. She stepped up behind you, skimming her hand along your back. "This little witch cleared civilians faster than any of us could have on our own. She really saved so many lives."

You could see the change in Wanda, almost like her rain cloud that hung over her had moved away. She seemed ragged and worn down from the battle she just faced, but she needed the chance to prove to herself that she could do it. She needed to get back out in the world.

"It smells so good in here," Clint said, stuffing a piece of bacon in his mouth.

"There's a lot of food. I knew you all would be hungry."

Nat smirked, cupping your cheeks with her hands. She leaned close. "Just a little bit," she teased, brushing her lips with yours as she spoke.

Tony was the last one in, and you went straight to him.

"I knew you couldn't resist," he teased. "I'm like a drug. It's inevitable-"

"Shut up," you told him, placing your head on his chest. His arms secured you tight.

He didn't let you step away. Instead, he took your chin, inspecting your face. His thumb skimmed gently under your eye.

"Dreaming of me, sweetheart?" he asked, and while his teasing said otherwise, you could tell he was worried.

"I missed you," you whispered, feeling your lip wobble. You swallowed down the emotion, exhausted from it.

"I missed you, too," he said, softer. He bent his head to catch your lips.

It only took a few more minutes for everyone to be gathered around the table eating breakfast.

You found your eyes going to that one barstool that you sat at on your first day at the compound so long ago, the day everything started. If only you could see where you ended up. You would have never expected to be more than the Avengers' Therapist.

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Paper Rings 》 The Baby Fever AU

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: It's karaoke night at the Avengers compound! You drag your boyfriend along - and a song you have prepared to sing for him.

Warnings: humour, alcohol, Sam being drunk, suggestive smut? fluff

Word Count: 2,4k

a/n: In order to celebrate that there are over 700 of you, following me, I give you this little oneshot! 🥳😄 I heard this song, I had an idea and I wrote this! 😁 I love it! It's absolutely hilarious, trust me! 😂 Based on this song:

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MASTERLIST °☆• BABY FEVER MASTERLIST

"You want me to join you in order to do what?" Loki asked with raised eyebrows, crossing his arms over his chest. "Not just me, Lokes... The whole team and especially I want you to join us!" You said excitedly, jumping up and down. "No, absolutely not." He stated, shaking his head. "Oh come ooon, please... Karaoke night is always so much fun!" You pouted, reaching for his arm, grabbing it gently, "Please, babe, pleaseeee." and giving him your best puppy eyes. "Do it for me?" The God tried to resist your sweet expression - but failed miserably after mere ten seconds. He sighed in defeat. "Alright, alright, fine. But I am certainly not going to sing." "Eeeep! Yay!" You quickly stood on your tiptoes and pecked his soft lips. "And that's okay, babe! You don't have to sing! I just want to have you with me."

Two hours and a few cocktails later, the karaoke night was in full blast. Everybody had fun, singing, dancing and, of course, drinking. Well, except Loki. He still wasn't entirely convinced by the concept of karaoke. But you couldn't blame him. It wasn't everybody's cup of tea. You were just happy that he agreed to join you and not sit home alone in your shared apartment.

Scott was just giving an excellent performance of Ray Parker Jr.'s 'Ghostbusters' - and needless to say, you had the fun of your life. The twist about this karaoke night was, that everyone who wanted to perform something had to think of a choreography and find a fitting costume as well. Tony said, it would be more challenging - and it was, but also so much more fun. Especially, when a few participants already were heavily influenced by the alcohol they consumed…

Scott had a vacuum cleaner in his hands and was dressed in a really shabby and cheap copy of the Ghostbusters costume, which he probably had constructed himself within 5 minutes – or bought ages ago, but he was absolutely rocking this thing. That much was certain! "Who you gonna call?" Scott sung in the microphone, standing on the small stage, Tony had built up in the big common living room. "Ghostbusters!" We all screamed in union. Scott shook his head and placed his hand behind his ear. "I can't hear you! Who you gonna call?" "Ghostbusters!" We screamed again, louder. "Louder!" "Ghostbusters!" And even louder. Scott nodded, seemed to be satisfied now with our performance. "Who you gonna call?" "Ghostbusters!" I was positively yelling by now, arm in arm with Thor - whose slightly tipsy voice boomed through the room as well. Yes, we had fun. "Who can you call?" "Ghostbusters!" "And one last time, guys! Who you gonna call?" "Ghostbusters!" We screamed, everybody breaking out in laughter.

After Scott stroke his final performing pose, everyone started to clap and cheer loudly. The next and last performance, before it was your turn, was coming from Sam. While he changed in his 'costume' outside the common living room, you got another drink for you and your boyfriend. "How do you like it so far, babe?" You asked, plopping down on his lap and slinging an arm around his neck. Yep, you were clearly a biiit tipsy. "Honestly, darling?" "Yep, honestly." He grimaced. "It doesn't amuse me the way it amuses you and the others." You giggled slightly, already expected this answer. After all, you knew him and it didn't take much for somebody to see that the God of Mischief wasn't a fan of karaoke. "Thought so, babe... But just you wait until it's my turn... I'm going to sweep you off your feet!" A small smile spread on his face. "We'll see about this, love." "Oh, I am aaabsolutely sure about this! I-" Your words were interrupted by the tunes of a song you only knew too well, followed by Sam's voice... "Yeah, uh-huh... So seductive..." 'Candy Shop' by 50 Cent and Olivia. Your jaw literally dropped on the floor, when you saw the Falcon stepping - no, no, dancing through the makeshift curtain, dressed in nothing but very short black shorts, vest and bowtie - and once he started to actually sing, you were done. You jumped up from your boyfriend's lap and joined this time a very drunk Wanda, who was screaming from the top of her lungs. "I'll take you to the candy shop. I'll let you lick the lollipop. Go 'head, girl, don't you stop. Keep goin' 'til you hit the spot, whoa. I'll take you to the candy shop." Everybody in the room started to whistle and cheer wildly. The women and men of the team. Well, except for one man... While the whole team was freaking out about Sam's 'sexy performance' - including you, Loki was absolutely not freaking out about it. The God sat in the back of the room, crossing his arms over his chest, rolling his eyes. He would probably never understand, what Midgardians liked so much about this thing called 'karaoke'. He witnessed, how you stormed off and whistled at Sam as he sung this strange song, while trying to dance seductively (Was that supposed to be sexy?) around a chair... Loki shook his head, no, he would never understand it.

The scenes unfolding in front of his eyes got from minute to minute weirder, and as Sam attempted to give Steve (Yes, Steve) a poor excuse of a lap dance, Loki pinched the bridge of his nose. Norns... What was he even doing here?

Sam moved on, stripping off his vest and bowtie now, throwing it straight at you, presenting his trained body. Loki just scoffed and rolled his eyes once again. He wasn't jealous. Absolutely not. He was just... Not a fan of all this... circus. Why should he be jealous? First off, Sam was drunk like everybody else in this room and you were tipsy. Secondly, you were his – and he knew it. You loved him with all your heart and he loved you with all his heart. And thirdly, he was way better looking, more attractive and definitely a better stripper. You would confirm that.

"I'll take you to the candy shop. I'll let you lick the lollypop. Go 'head, girl, don't you stop. Keep goin' 'til you hit the spot, whoa. I'll take you to the candy shop." By the end of the song, everybody was a sweaty, hot mess, cheering, clapping and whistling. The whole team (except your God) enjoyed Sam's sexy performance.

After the moods had cooled down once again and everyone had a short drink and eat break, it was your turn. "Eeee! I'm sooo excited to show you my song, babe!" You chirped, munching on a chocolate doughnut. "I can tell." Your boyfriend answered in slight amusement. Yes, he wasn't really fond that you had practically dragged him along for this, but to see you so happy and smiley was everything worth it. You swallowed down the last bite and placed a sloppy kiss on his lips, "Okay, okay, I'll go change now!" before you hurried away to get changed.

Loki's eyes snapped to the stage, when Thor suddenly placed a harsh clap on his shoulder blade, literally screaming in utter fascination: "Brother! Look at your lady-love!" The God's eyes widened immediately, lips parting at the sheer beauty he witnessed. You were dressed in an emerald green dress; he had never seen on you before. It looked like a summer dress, was light and flappy and reached just above your knees. A beautiful smile adorned your face - the one he had fallen in love with all those years ago. You took a step forwards and reached for the microphone in the microphone tripod. "Tony, hit the music!" You said, already bubbling with excitement. The billionaire nodded and pressed the play button.

"The moon is high

Like your friends were the night that we first met

Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet

Now I've read all of the books beside your bed"

You started to sing your chosen song. 'Paper Rings' by Taylor Swift. It wasn't just a song... You chose it specifically for Loki.

"The wine is cold

Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street

Cat and mouse for a month or two or three

Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe"

Loki witnessed, how you belted out the lyrics to the song he never heard before. Strangely, it reminded him a lot of your relationship at the very beginning... The cold shoulder he gave you (not you him, but well, it was kind of the same)... The cat and mouse game you played for months...

"Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night

Oh! Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright

Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life

(One, two, one two three four!)"

After you sung this part of the song, you blew Loki a kiss and winked.

"I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

Uh huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want!"

You pointed at him, smiling brightly.

"And I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

Uh huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want

In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams

Oh, you're the one I want"

Once again you pointed at him, causing him to smile and shake his head.

"In the winter, in the icy outdoor pool

When you jumped in first, I went in too

I'm with you even if it makes me blue

Which takes me back

To the color that we painted your brother's wall

Honey, without all the exes, fights, and flaws

We wouldn't be standing here so tall, so"

You had stepped down from the stage by now, making your way straight over to your handsome lover. When you reached him, he was clearly amused now and smiling brightly. You stepped in between his opened legs and grabbed him by the lapels of his black shirt.

"Kiss you once 'cause I know you had a long night"

Following the lyrics, you kissed him once.

"Oh! Kiss you twice 'cause it's gonna be alright"

Again, you brought your lips to his, kissing him twice.

"Three times 'cause you waited your whole life

(One, two, one two three four!)"

And you kissed him three times, before releasing his shirt once again and placing your hand on his chest instead.

"I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

Uh huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want, and

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

Uh huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want

In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams

Oh, you're the one I want"

Loki's hands had wandered to your hips in the meantime, holding you in place, while you sung the lyrics, pointing out the 'marry you with paper rings' and 'you're the one I want'. Everybody's eyes were directed on the two of you, the whole team cheering and woo-ing.

"I want to drive away with you

I want your complications too

I want your dreary Mondays

Wrap your arms around me, baby boy

I want to drive away with you

I want your complications too

I want your dreary Mondays

Wrap your arms around me, baby boy"

You didn't even have to tap Loki's arms in order to make him follow the lyrics.

"Uh huh"

He wrapped his arms tightly around you, pulling you closer against his body, hands resting dangerously low, on the valley of your bottom.

"I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

Uh huh, that's right

You're the one I want

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

Uh huh"

You made a small pause, giving Loki a loving smile, before your free hand slid up his chest, towards his shoulder, passing his neck and finally landing in his raven curls.

"Darling, you're the one I want"

You whispered into the microphone, gently tugging at his locks, what he commented with a soft growl. The God desperately wanted to kiss you, being totally enthralled by the beautiful song you were singing just for him. He had clearly received the message.

"I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

Uh huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want, and

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this"

You gave his crotch a gentle, subtle nudge at the 'when we went from friends to this' line, winking at him once more. Loki gritted his teeth, giving you a look which told you that you were in trouble later.

"Uh huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want

In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams

You're the one I want

In paper rings, in picture frames, and all my dreams

Oh, you're the one I want"

But you quickly washed the mischievous glint in his eyes away, when you sat down on his lap, wrapping both your arms around him and preparing to belt out the last two lines of the song.

"You're the one I want, one I want

You're the one I want, one I want" The last tunes of 'Paper Rings' faded softly. Meanwhile you were literally clinging to your boyfriend, smiling broadly. The other Avengers clapped and cheered loudly around you. Even when the thunderous applause had stopped and everybody had directed their attention elsewhere, you were still wrapped up in Loki's tight embrace. "I love you, Lokes... So so much..." You mumbled into his neck, before leaning slightly back to look into his oceanic blue eyes. "Oh darling, I love you, too." He gave you a smile, which literally took your breath away and almost caused your heart to stop at the amount of love which radiated from that smile. You couldn't help but to lean down and kiss him passionately. You only parted from your lover, when you needed fresh air in your lungs. "Thank you for that song. I loved it." You giggled, trailing your fingertips along his strong arms. "So... You'd marry me with paper rings?" Loki chuckled as well, nodding. "Of course, my love, any time. But you deserve a shiny ring, nonetheless, my queen." Another giggle. "Does that mean you are going to propose to me?" The God shrugged his shoulders, smirking smugly. "One day, I am going to. One day, I am going to make you my wife, darling." "I hope so." You said with a grin and interlocked his lips to yours again.

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The Red Wedding.

Summary: Weddings are times for Celebrations, but this wedding takes the cake.

Pairings: Mafia!Steve Rogers x OFC

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: Violence lots of violence, and Peggy Carter.

A/N: It's been a while and I'm super excited to post this. This is based on a scene from a movie I watched today that just made my jaw drop super different but has the same premise.

When one is young there is always that time when you picture the perfect wedding, the perfection in every detail from the large venue with the gorgeous view to the smallest ribbon that would be used. Everything was methodical. Yet here you stood blood splattering your beautiful pearl white dress, hair in disarray, mascara smudged and running, and a loaded gun in your hand.

Guests were frantically running around trying to find some sense of what the hell had just happened. From across the room, you watched your husband face you taking a step forward and then another until he was only a few feet away, you raised the gun pointing it at him, but not once did he flinch at your action.

“Me chingastes Steve, por ultima ves me chingastes hijo de puta.”

Taking a deep breath, you pulled the trigger.

- 3 Hours Earlier -

The ceremony had been beautiful, Steve had gone all out on expenses never once asking anything from your parents. This had brought much joy to your father as he acted like the cat that ate the canary, every time he showed a hint of smugness you couldn’t help but roll your eyes sharing some meaningful glances with Steve.

In a sense yes, your father was earning a lot with your marriage to Steve, by having his business be administered by the biggest mafia boss in Brooklyn and if his price was to let him have his only child that was a sacrifice, he was willing to make. Well, not much of a sacrifice since you and Steve had been together for quite some time joined to the hip since he was a sickly kid until he rose in ranks and his abrupt puberty where he grew three times his size and could plummet anybody who looked at you funny into the ground.

With how long you both had been together it was almost inevitable for your engagement to be announced, everybody knew and everybody important was invited. With Steve and you deciding to keep the ceremony private (much to the chagrin of your father), with your parents, Bucky Steve’s best friend and righthand man, and Sam Steve’s other best friend present everything went smoothly just like you had always pictured.

The ride over to the venue was filled with heated kisses and touches that made you lose your breath; you could feel his smug smile as he kissed your neck. Everything was going as planned your entrance was greeted with big cheers and applauses, at some point you and Steve were separated he was being taken by Sam and Bucky to join the other boys while you took the liberty of greeting your other guest trying to make time before the real festivities began.

Half an hour later, after removing yourself from a painful conversation with your Tia where she went on and on about her newly installed backyard grill, you were able to meet with Steve again who looked a little disheveled but otherwise unharmed. He was grinning a stupid smile marking his face as he pulled you close, giving you small kisses and finally bringing you into a big hug, burying his nose into your hair.

“You don’t know how happy you’ve made me by tying yourself to me indefinitely.”

You huffed out a laugh hitting his chest at his remark, “Menso, I married you because I love you don’t be calling our marriage me tying myself to you.”

You gave him a small smirk, “I mean I can still get rid of you at any time.”

Steve let out a deep growl pulling you flush against him; you give a small yelp at his roughness trying to look around and see if anybody noticed, noting that most people were avoiding looking or walking toward your area. Steve jostled you again forcing your attention back to him, you knew Steve like the back of your hand and at that moment, you knew that if it would have just been the two of you Steve wouldn’t have hesitated to throw you over this table and fuck you into oblivion.

“Baby you really do know how to get me going, I can’t wait until we get home so I can fuck you into every surface that I can get you on.”

Bucky, who was the only person who was brave enough to come near you cleared his throat, he motioned behind him where several people had congregated to talk. Steve’s face turned stormy pulling away from you fixing himself to a proper state, he gave Bucky a nod who turned back towards the group, Steve looked pissed, and this worried you because you knew Steve and he would never let his emotions show especially in such an open venue where most of his competitors were present.

Whatever this was it was serious.

You grabbed his hand giving him a brief squeeze to let him know that it was okay, he gave a soft huff giving you a brief kiss before heading over to Bucky and the other men. You didn’t want anybody to see you worried, raising a glass to the DJ a soft cumbia started that got many people to join the dance floor keeping many busy and others distracted.

You watched Steve and the men as they talked in hurried hushed tones, you could see the tension building as one of the men who you knew was Tony who was from the Manhattan district showed something to Steve that made him madder. The music drowned out most people and they left you alone, just as you were beginning to relax you hear the tell-tale sign of your ringtone you knew you should have kept it silent, but you were waiting on a particularly important phone call from your firm for a recent case.

You grabbed your phone ‘UNKOWN NUMBER’ displayed across the screen, it confused you, so you let it ring not bothering to pick it up. The ringing stopped but soon after it started again, you knew you couldn’t ignore it any longer if they were going to keep insisting.

“Hello?”

“Finally, I get ahold of you!” A deep feminine voice answered through the line, “Congratulations on the wedding! You’re a lucky girl today.”

“Who is this? What do you want?” You looked around the room trying to see if you could spot anybody with a phone.

“Calm down kid, I just wanted to give you a little information on the man you just married,” The lady on the line laughed and you couldn’t help the annoyance that brought on you.

“Look lady I don’t know who the fuck you are but you’re getting on my fucking nerves.”

“Oh, sweetie I was just trying to make conversation, I just wanted you to know what your husband was doing or who he was doing just a few days a few days ago or specifically last Thursday.”

That stopped you cold, you knew exactly what she was talking about. Last week Steve had gone out early in the morning saying that he had an important meeting with a buyer, and he stayed out late almost coming home until early the next morning. You remembered since you had stayed up to wait for him and to finish working on some case files before you had to head out on your honeymoon.

“He worked me out all night until early morning, it was an amazing goodbye gift he gave me before he tied himself to you.”

At this point you were shacking both in anger and in sorrow at what could be the truth, you looked to where Steve was still preoccupied with his friends at that moment he looked up and caught your eye his face melted into something lovingly and you couldn’t help the choked sobbed that worked its way out your throat. You heard the lady on the line laugh at your sob and you knew that she was a sadistic bitch who was enjoying your pain.

“Quien chingados eres? You fucking bitch if you have the balls to call me on my wedding day and tell me all of this you should also have the balls to tell me your fucking name.”

She laughed again loving the fact that she was able to get you to this state, “You should ask him who Peggy Carter is and you’ll know in an instant that I’m not lying to you.”

The line went dead after and all you could focus on was the dial tone, you were fuming not just at this Peggy lady but at Steve for making you a fool. At this point you weren’t in control of yourself everything seemed so loud and too quiet as you made your way to Steve and the other men, pushing past them not caring who they were until Steve was the only thing you could see.

“Who the fuck is Peggy Carter?” Steve’s eyes widened at the name and all the other men in the group began to murmur amongst each other, but your focus was only on Steve who seemed to have lost all color.

“Baby how do you know that name?” His answer was enough to set you off as you punched his chest slapping the phone onto his chest, your only goal was to get answers from him and hurt him as much as you were hurting. Bucky tried to grab your arm, but Steve shook his head no and that just made you madder.

“Te la cogiste verdad hijo de puta? You fucked her a week before our fucking wedding, how could you?”

Steve was holding onto your arms trying to stop you from hitting him but also from hurting yourself, he pulled you forward until you were squished against his chest but that just felt like you were suffocating so you pushed him away.

“Answer me you fucking coward, did you fuck her?”

“No baby I would never do that to you, you know how much I love you.”

“Don’t lie to me Rogers or I swear to god I’ll fucking kill you.”

Just as Steve was about to answer a few gunshots ranged out across the room, Steve pushed you down until he was covering around you, and people began to run around as glass shattered and screams went around the room. Steve pushed you towards Bucky telling him to get you out of there as more shots were fired Bucky handed Steve a gun as he began to pull you towards the exit.

“Bucky let me go,” You screeched as you fought against him, he ignored you keeping himself close as he walked you towards the exit. From your position you couldn’t see much, just people running from every exit that they could find. Just as you were reaching the door you spotted a brown-haired woman walking towards where Steve was, seeming to ignore the chaos around and strolling towards your husband as if there was no care in the world. Her lips were painted a deep red matching her dress and something in you just knew.

This fucking bitch was Peggy Carter.

“Bucky you have to go to Steve, you have to tell him that Peggy is here.”

Bucky seemed to have come to the same conclusion as he watched Peggy making her way to where Steve was fighting some goon oblivious to her presence.

“I’ll be fine just go to Steve, give me a gun,” He whipped his head towards a conflicted look until he reached into his inner pocket and removed a gun for you.

“You better not make me regret this,” Were his last words until he was sprinting towards Steve dodging men as much as he could. You turned to the exit running towards the kitchen where you knew you could lose someone or find someplace to hide. Just as you reached the doors to outs you were yanked back by a strong force, slamming you onto the floor stealing your breath away.

You knew you only had seconds to react, you shot up a few rounds hoping something would hit. A grunt, and then a thump as the man fell over. There was blood and a lot of it, most of it had missed you but there was still a rogue spray that hit you. You got up shakily, you knew how to shoot a gun, but never had you killed someone like this.

Your insides felt loose and firm and you couldn’t help but throw up everything from that day until you were dry heaving. You must have taken too long because as soon as you steadied yourself somebody was already grabbing you. You tried to struggle against your grabber but stopped as you felt the barrel of the gun being pressed against your head.

“Don’t try anything sweetheart, now you and I are gonna take a little trip back into the reception” he started shoving you forward, “Can’t have you leaving your own party early now, can we?”

You grunted as he pushed you hard enough that your foot gave out a little, it wasn’t extreme, but it did cause you to start limping much to the annoyance of your captor. He pushed you towards the doors leading to the reception, Steve was bound to a chair Peggy was on his lap Bucky and Sam were surrounded by men keeping them from doing anything without getting killed. The moment the doors had slammed open everybody turned to you, Steve’s eyes seemed to widen as he looked at all the blood and your limping state, he began to fight against his restraints jostling Peggy out of his lap.

The gun being pressed to your temple stops him from doing anything else. Peggy huffs motioning for the man holding you to bring you forward. You didn’t have your gun anymore; Steve was incapacitated, and Bucky and Sam had every gun on them you knew that this looked like you had lost. The moment that you were close Peggy drew you into a hug, you recoiled trying to get away from her but a gun to your back stopped you.

“After our heart-to-heart through the phone, this is how you’re going to repay me?” Peggy pouted at you, and this made it clear she was crazy.

“Yeah, well I just saw it as some crazy bitch trying to ruin my perfect day, how would you see it?” That must have been the wrong thing as Peggy’s face became enraged, she swung her hand at you a sting running from your cheek where she struck you.

“Get the fuck away from her Peggy or I swear,” Steve yelled at her fighting to get himself off the chair, Peggy ignored him tooting in disagreement.

“Baby if you don’t stop trying to get out of that chair, I’ll start hurting your little bitch.” Steve seemed to be having a fight with himself trying to find a way to get out of this and get you to safety. Peggy walked towards Steve leaning down to whisper something in his ear that made him mad but made no move to fight.

“Now baby, how about you tell your wife about the wonderful time we had, how you told me how much you loved me and how the only reason why we couldn’t be together was that you were getting much more from the deal.”

Bucky, who was still on the ground, whipped his head towards you ready to say something but was stopped as the man behind him pressed the barrel into the back of his head stopping him.

“Just let her know baby, tell her what we did, and I promise you I’ll let her go.” Steve seemed to contemplate before dropping his head in defeat.

“It’s true, we were together last Thursday,” Steve made a face as if he was in pain, almost as if the words he was spitting out hurt, “I was having second thoughts about getting married, I didn’t know if you were the right person for me.”

Steve’s words hit you hard, all the pain and rage that was inside you was brewing and at this point, you were unsure if you were about to scream or throw up.

“Peggy she was there, and I took my chance to figure it out if you were what I wanted.” He lamely finished, his face twisted into a grimace but all you could see was Peggy’s stupid grin and that just made you angry. You slammed your heel into your captor and threw your head back until it collided with his face, and he released you with a yelp. Bucky and Sam seemed to have taken advantage of the distraction as they flew back against their own captors wrestling them into the ground. Steve slammed himself back smashing the chair into pieces to free himself. Your captor tackled you down, slamming your head into the floor obscenities flying at you before Steve practically ripped him off from you.

Peggy began to rush away but you took the chance from everybody’s distraction to go after her, you were unsteady, but she did not get far as you tackled her. She began to throw punches at you, one of them catching you in your cheek, the other splitting your lip, but you weren’t far off as you also landed your own blows.

“You fucking Perra, you ruined my wedding and I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Peggy reached around her trying to find a way to get you off her, her hands grazing the floor until she latched onto a shard of champagne glass from the earlier altercation. She lashed up cutting your arm and making you retreat as she tried to keep slashing at you. She rushed over trying to stab you screaming her head off at you as she did.

“He was mine; he was always mine and you fucking took him away you fucking bitch. He loves me not you.” She cried as she slashed your arms. You pushed her away as she stumbled back and fell just as she was going to get up, she was stopped by Bucky who had incapacitated everybody else.

Steve walked towards Bucky looking down at a struggling Peggy, “Take her somewhere else, we’ll deal with her later.”

You walked away, your leg was starting to hurt and the cuts from the glass were stinging, this wasn’t your fight anymore and you were done. People were rushing around, reinforcements from someone else, and at this point, you really didn’t care, you knew you would have to call your parents and check on them, you knew they had gotten out but still.

You reached down to collect a bottle of champagne that was still intact and an abandoned gun. You knew you still had one thing to deal with and you could finally head home and relax, but this would just have to be a priority. You turned back to the scene; your husband was still directing people trying to clear out as much as he could.

You watched your husband as he pointed at things around, he turned towards you, taking in your running mascara blood-covered dress, and messy hair, and all he felt was deep love at how strong you were in all this. He walked towards you trying to get as close as he could stopping short as he saw the gun in your hand, you raised it aiming at him but that didn’t scare him, the only thoughts that came into his mind were how beautiful you looked and how lucky he was to have you.

“Me chingastes Steve, por ultima ves me chingastes hijo de puta.”

Steve didn’t move and felt the bullet graze his arm, but he didn’t care as the rage melted off you, and concern was all he saw. You rushed forward discarding the gun and bottle, you grabbed at his arm trying to see the damage you caused but instead met a firm chest as Steve held you close.

“Chingate Steve, dejame ver, let me see your arm you fucking asshole.” You pushed away from him as you removed his suit to look at his arm, he began to caress your face you ignored him as you ripped away at his shirt.

“This doesn’t change anything you know, I’m fucking pissed at you asshole,” You looked up at Steve who only showed love in his eyes, “You’re lucky I don’t file for an annulment.”

Steve felt the breath being squeezed out of him, just the idea of you not being with him scared him.

“Baby, I promise you with all that I have and to my last breath that I was never with her, I’ve only ever loved you and I promise you that everything she said was a lie.” Steve was outright begging at this point trying to make you believe him, and you knew Steve you’ve always known Steve.

“Of course, I know, don’t be a pendejo about this I know you, Steve, I did doubt you, but I know that disrespecting me and us like that is not in you.”

You looked away seeing Bucky pick up the gun you had used on Steve as he pocketed away, he caught your eye and nodded at you and Steve as if to ask if you were okay. You knew he wasn’t asking about your injuries, so you nodded at him, he inclined his head and turned to Sam slapping him in the back which made the other man yelp and punches him back.

“Steve yo te amo, and I know you, I’ve always known what type of man you are,” You pushed up, your foot complained against it, but you brushed your lips against his which made him melt at your touch, “I love you.”

Steve let the tension out, kissing you passionately as if he were trying to engrave your memory into his brain.

“I love you too.”

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idontknowreallywhy · 6 months

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Estera Ch 2 - Dinosaur

(Previous parts - Stars, Ch 1)

Right so… this got longer than planned, and I’m not even half as sure about it as the previous part. But I’m quite excited about future sections which I’ve already partly-written and if I keep faffing with this section, I’ll never get to those before I lose steam/confidence entirely so… eh. Herewith a sort of transitional section.

One day I may rewrite it a bit when I’ve had more practice at Plot. Until then, *flings words and apologises in advance for slowness/clunkiness*.

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It had truly been the most uneventful school trip she’d ever supervised.

The hour-long coach journey had provoked no vomiting (a first!), everyone had remembered (and eaten!) their own lunch, there had been no injuries (given the path from the visitor centre down to the caves had been very slippery indeed this was borderline miraculous!) and minimal complaining about the need to wear the safety hats (particularly after little Alex had piped up “even the Thunderbird pilots wear helmets you know”).

Even the squabbling had been fairly low level, bar some recurring hostility over dinosaur preferences.

They’d been split into three groups of 10 children, a teaching assistant, a parent and a guide with each of the other groups. Due to last minute illness, she covered the final 10 solo, aside from their very knowledgable tour-guide, but the children really had been on excellent form and she’d actually begun to relax and enjoy the day.

Quietly inserting herself between two girls who were about to come to blows about the relative merits of the triceratops and velociraptor she did some top notch ‘distract and divert’ and the pair sped off to find the answer to her question among the didactic panels of the Stone Age display.

School trips were alright really.

The guide left them to explore the final cave while she popped back up the tunnel to radio through to the next group. Estera leaned back against the wall and smiled. Then sneezed violently. Must be all the dust.

Wait, dust?

She looked behind her and sure enough a fine sheet of dust was flowing down the surface of the wall. She put her hand into it and pressed her fingertips into the cold stone. It was vibrating. That… was probably not a good sign.

In a calm, cheerful voice that she was sure couldn’t have originated from her panic-constricted throat, she called the children to the centre of the room with the idea that they could head for the passageway together. The sudden shifting of shadows together with the faint rumbling, rushing noise at the limit of her hearing made her feel slightly vertiginous

“Quickly please” a little more urgent now.

Everyone froze as a creaking sound accompanied the next wild swooping of lights and she realised the false ceiling suspended above the front half of the cave to disguise the gear for atmospheric lighting and projections was swinging too and fro. Not that way then. She dragged the nearest three children to the wall furthest from the door. “Back here everybody! Now!” All but one rushed towards her, the one standing mesmerised by the swaying lights above.

“ALEX!!”

He turned, wide-eyed, and ran… and tripped and fell forwards and as she reached out to him the creak became a screech, the lights went out and the subsequent crash made her ears ring.

The rumble became a roar and everything was dark and dust.

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Spitting out dust, Estera scrabbled for her phone and flicked the torch on, dazzling herself. She tried to force her eyes to adjust more quickly as her head spun and called out softly, trying to calm the terrified children she could hear beginning to cry.

“Be brave, my little ones, we’ll be ok. Can you call your numbers as we practised?”

“One” a nervous voice piped up behind her. That was Bee.

“Two”

“Three”

“F-F…. Fourrrrr”

She found and grabbed Sam’s hand and squeezed it as he sobbed “Well done honey. Ok, who was Five?”

“Me, Five” A cough. “I don’t like it, the air tastes wrong”.

“I think it’s just dust, Xanthe, but it’s not very nice is it. Why don’t we all try a clever trick - try pulling your sleeve down past your hand then put it over your mouth like a mask… like that mysterious super spy in last week’s story…?”

There was shuffling and wriggling as the children transformed themselves into super spies. Estera wasn’t sure how long it would work for but anything that reduced the amount of particles getting into their little lungs had to be worth a try. At least it was just dust… she remembered the panic at the start of the war when the rumours of weaponised chemical agents were rife and all the children would turn up to class with handmade attempts at masks she knew would be utterly ineffective if the day ever came. It made the parents feel better to try though and she would never argue with that… it was better than giving up. Anything was better than giving up.

“Super Spy Six reporting for duty, Miss!”

Oh yes, roll call. Gosh her head was spinning.

“Well done, Rozi, err, keep going”

Numbers seven through nine came in quick succession and then there was a pause. Viscous dread pounded through her veins.

“Alex?”

A little sniff and a whispered “Ten” allayed her fears somewhat until it was followed by “…‘m stuck!” and a terrified sob.

She shuffled towards the voice, using her phone torch to avoid crawling over anybody. A low battery alert popped up on screen. Damn it. She shone the already fading light around the space they had remaining.

“Can anyone see my rucksack?” She’d left it propped up against one of the walls but had entirely lost her bearings and could only hope it had been a wall on the side of the cave that wasn’t currently buried in tonnes of rock.

“It’s here Miss!”

Thank goodness. “In the pocket at the front are everyone’s torches, could you hand them out for me, Rozi?”

Some scrabbling noises and a few “no THAT was mines” later and the cave was flooded with light. A quick visual check of the rapidly blinking, dusty children obediently trying to breathe through their school jumpers was somehow simultaneously heart-warming and crushing.

She turned back to Alex, lying in the corner of their much reduced space, where the false ceiling had partly fallen over his right leg. She crouched and touched his hands and wet panicky eyes looked up at her.

“Does it hurt, Alex?”

A sniff. “Mmm… little bit”

“Can you wiggle your toes?”

Fierce concentration on his face, the young boy confirmed that he could and she breathed a sigh of relief. It could be a lot worse.

“Ok, someone will come and rescue us soon and they will be able to get you out. Until then…” she raised her voice and her eyebrows “What does everyone think about breaking into my emergency jelly snake stash?”

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Time was passing, but Estera had no idea how much of it. Her phone battery had expired, predictably. Some of the kids had watches but she didn’t want to draw attention to how long it had been by asking. They seemed content for now, albeit the best dinosaur debate had restarted and was causing periodic outbreaks of conflict. She’d triggered widespread derision for her answer of ichthyosaur (“plesiosaurs aren’t actually dinosaurs, Miss, just aquatic reptiles!!”) which had at least united them for a time.

She wondered whether to suggest they turn some of the torches off to save the batteries but the kids were enjoying themselves drawing cave paintings of definitely-non-aquatic-reptiles with the packet of chalks she’d found in a forgotten pocket of her rucksack. The jelly snakes were long gone but at least the dust had settled.

After a minor incident where Xanthe had tried to assist with Alex’s pins and needles by vigorously karate chopping his calf, she and Jeff had laid themselves down on the floor either side of him and together they were blending their favourites into the Ultimate Dinosaur.

They were calm right now and that was good. She wondered how much air was down here and her throat constricted a little, trying to breathe as little as possible as if that would somehow leave more for the children.

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She supposed it must be getting late now, past the kids’ bedtimes. They were rather quiet, sat around in little groups, some talking a little, some just hugging each other. Sam had curled up on her feet like a large, bony cat and she kept having to nudge him to stop him falling asleep.

She had tried to keep them chatting but was finding it harder to focus. She supposed the air was becoming bad… the symptoms of hypoxia were part of her first aid training but she was struggling to recall much of it at the moment and began to morbidly hope it would at least be a peaceful passing for them all. She selfishly hoped she’d be first. She didn’t think she could bear to see anyone else die, there had been too many… her mind drifted back to picture the morning her neighbours were dragged into the street… the headteacher marched from the school… her last hug with her brother as he was called up to fight… the boy with the blue eyes.

She mentally slapped the thoughts away, she had to be strong for the little ones.

“What was that, Miss?”

A few of them startled suddenly, and she strained her ears, gradually becoming aware of banging and scratching noises which progressively came closer. Her heart beat faster as she dared to hope.

After a few minutes she was sure she could hear muffled voices behind wall… and began to catch odd seemingly unconnected words… “props”… “oxygen”… “pod”… “wider than me” and “fine”.

Some more scraping and a shower of small pieces of rock were pushed into the cave from a rabbit-sized hole which had appeared at shoulder height, shortly followed by a small gas canister in a blue gloved hand and a friendly voice:

“International Rescue here, we’re going to get you out of there.”

The children suddenly perked up and cheered.

The owner of the hand chuckled. “Good to hear you guys too. Can somebody take this and turn the dial anti-clockwise - it’ll increase the oxygen levels down here for you.”

Estera did so with shaking hands and took her first deep breath in a long while as the gas hissed into the space.

“Hey, Mr International Rescue, what’s your favourite dinosaur?”

Another hand poked out of the hole

“That…” a grunt, followed by the appearance of two blue-suited arms “is a very important question.”

A lower, more urgent voice interrupted and the first voice muttered something in return before more shuffling and wriggling of the arms.

“My… favourite dinosaur…”

Estera pulled the children away from the wall as more debris fell from the hole.

“… is the Nanotyrannus. Because they were really, REALLY fast.”

A small explosion of sand and pebbles preceded a blue-helmeted head and shoulders emerging into the cave, an arm immediately moving to shield its owner from the glare of the 11 torches currently glinting off the visor.

“It’s Scott, by the way.”

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[Link to Ch 3]

[AO3]

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #thunderbirds oc #estera #tw: war #TB Estera

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sylvies-chen · 1 year

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aight folks you know the drill, prepare for MUCH happier thoughts this week on everybody’s favourite segment…

TED LASSO 3.10 THOUGHTS

for a show about football, ted lasso REALLY thrives on episodes that have very little to do with the actual game

phoebe is the star of this episode she’s an unproblematic cheerful queen and a roy kent stan and honestly? no flaws. I love her.

her calling roy and jamie best friends and them slowly accepting it was probably my favourite thing in the entire universe. if they cured cancer, this would still be my favourite thing ever (dw cancer takes a close second though). ROY AND JAMIE BEST FRIENDSSSS AND THE GIFT HE GAVE ROY WAS SO PERFECT equal parts thoughtful/heartfelt and immature/goofy just like jamie. AMAZING.

my thoughts on roykeeley are so insanely positive that they’ll need their own post but I think it’s all pretty clear now that jamie/keeley was a red herring and jamie now has amazing chemistry with sam and this is my rarepair now thank you very much

real talk though this is what I’ve been wanting from keeley ALLLL SEASON, her finally finding someone to properly mentor her!! may was the unexpectedly best choice ever!! and for keeley to actually get to fight for her career, to see her not give up, and to build something from the ground with women she KNOWS support her, like *chefs kiss* I LOVE THIS ENERGY I JUST WISH IT HAD COME SOONER CAUSE DAMN I NEED MORE

rebecca girlbossed that shit and maybe the psychic saying she was going to be a mother was in reference to her going off at all those rich men and their baby selves because LITERALLY MOTHER WAS MOTHERING Y’ALL

also baby rebecca THE CUTEST and her almost having a panic attack in the mirror but being grounded through seeing her younger self is honestly such a beautiful image. I think of it in parallel to ted, who nipped his panic attack in the bud earlier in the season by using his techniques but also by thinking of his son. something about the reminder of youth and innocence bringing you back to who you are and like yeah I’m emotional about it!

all in all this episode was so so sooooo good it was a 10/10 for me!! I need separate posts to talk about more of my thoughts like that’s how much I loved it

#ted lasso season 3 #ted lasso #abby liveblogs #ted lasso spoilers #keeley jones #rebecca welton

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Glamour Interview with Jessica Radloff

Glamour: I got Mr. And Mrs. Smith vibes watching Claire and Jamie battle it out against Richard Brown and the Committee for Safety in the first part of the episode.

Sam Heughan: Am I Angelina?

Caitriona Balfe: You're definitely Angelina.

How hard was that to shoot? Because no pun intended, but you're literally shooting at everything, and everybody's shooting at you.

Caitriona: It was fun. It was sometimes hard for me to get off the floor. [Laughs.] I was six months pregnant, and I was a little concerned about what my child was thinking was going on out there. But we had fun, right?

Sam: We did. Interestingly, we shot all the exterior stuff first, so any conversation out of the window [that Jamie has with] the guys we shot maybe weeks before, and then we did all the interior scenes. It was kind of a bit of a jigsaw, but it was fun. I think that scene—the last supper—is beautiful. Caitriona, you spent the whole scene lying on the floor.

Caitriona: Yeah. But then I would have to get up at the end of it. We did multiple takes and they're like, “Can you get up?” I was like, “Oh.” [Laughs.]

Sam: And then we're blowing the house up. I think at one point they did have to redo it, didn't they? They had to reset a room. But anyway, we had to schedule all the interior stuff until the end of the shoot.

Jamie and Claire have a bittersweet last night in the house. What stands out for you about doing those scenes?

Sam: One of my favorite shots is Jamie and Claire's intimate scene when they're upstairs. When they're by the fire and the camera pans out and you see the destruction, the bits of the house that's completely broken, I think it's a metaphor for their reputation and for their whole world, right? It is being blown apart.

Let's talk about Tom Christie. He's not necessarily the best guy, but he's clearly looking out for Claire's wellbeing. Is it because she helped save his hand or might it be because he knows she really didn't kill Malva?

Sam: Or is it C, something else?

Caitriona: I think you're going to have to keep watching to find this all out. What has been lovely is that Mark Lewis Jones (Tom Christie) is amazing. Over this whole season, we've been able to see all of these layers under Tom. When we first met him, I think we can all agree that he was a bit of a pain in the ass. As we've gotten to know him more, he's a complex and complicated guy. There is a lot of heart there, I think.

When season seven premieres, will the storyline pick right up from where we leave Claire in the season six finale? Or will there be a bit of a time jump?

Caitriona: I don't know what we can say. They didn't actually tell us, so we can potentially just tell you everything.

Sam: Yeah, I don't know.

Caitriona: Very soon after. Should we say that?

Sam: It's either A, directly after, B, fairly soon, or C, something else.

Well played, Sam. That last scene where young Ian comes in with Chief Bird and rescues Jamie had me cheering. What did you appreciate about that moment, for both the character of Jamie and you as an actor?

Sam: Firstly, working with those actors, you have a beautiful arc there, a beautiful story of Jamie not being sure which side they would be on and being reluctant to give them weapons. And then eventually he does and ultimately they're used to protect and to save Jamie. Working with our First Nation, they were such fun. We had a total blast with them. They really brought a lot of their culture and heritage to set. Outside of shooting, as well, there was a lot that we were talking about our different cultures and they were really fun. It's a beautiful ending and it's up an upbeat one as well. There's a chance that Jamie's going to come back and find Claire and rescue her.

Ha! “There's a chance.”

Sam: There's a chance. He might. He might.

We've got to find out who killed Malva. We still don't know.

Sam: We don't know.

Caitriona: We'll never know.

We better know. I have to know.

Sam: A, you'll know. B, you know where I'm going with this.

I already know the title of this piece. It's going to be called multiple choice with Sam Heughan.

Sam: C, something else.

Well, thank you for making the time while you're in the middle of filming. Although since Sam had the day off, maybe he's drunk right now. I don't know…

Sam: If I was, I think…

Caitriona: A, he is. B, he's not. Or C, something else.

Sam: C, something else. I'm high. No. [Laughs.] I'm normally I'm drunk on these. So this is a first. We're learning something here.

And happy birthday too. By the time this piece runs, it'll be the day after your birthday. I hope they're throwing a big surprise party for you.

Sam: Oh, they are? Oh great.

Caitriona: Yeah. The Mariachi band is ordered, balloons are coming.

Sam: Aw, wonderful.

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Chapter 10: Loki

Alice had no idea where her father was at the moment. She was just wondering about the helicarrier avoiding people. Every time she saw a person, she'd turn the other corner. Now she was lost in the lower levels of the helicarrier. She had yet to see any views. But she did find a very interesting door.

Loki sat in a glass cell once again. If he remembered correctly, this was the exact same cell he was in last time, but this time it had more security was necessary, and he didn't complain. It actually made him feel kind of special.

Loki was suddenly pulled from his thoughts by the sound of the door opening. She walked back into the room before she turned around to face him. She was short, maybe 5′3 she had long Raven black hair and two different eye colors, left eyes brown and right blueish green. She wore a green long sleeve colored dress with white flats and a bulletproof vest.

Loki actually that she was a lost child. No one came here of purpose without a purpose especially not this young.

"Are you lost, child?

She shrugs as she begins to fidget with her fingers.

"Do you know who I am?" Alice shook her head "Have you been living under a rock, " Loki said harshly Alice flinched and took a few steps back "I destroyed Manhattan. Attempted to take over the world. you really don't know who I am?"

"no... sorry," she said. Loki looked confused for a moment before he composed himself and said "Loki Odin- Laufeyson, Loki Laufeyson."

"Hi, Loki" he liked the way she said his name unlike others, it was strangely sweet instead of bitter with distaste, but it was also a bit rough, as if unused for a long time. She liked at his glass cage in confusion.

"I was bad. You should go away now" Loki turned around trying to ignore Alice. She obliviously wasn't supposed to be here, she said that herself. He wasn't going to get involved with her now right now at least.

Instead of leaving, Alice sat on the floor outside of his cell. This girl was looking for trouble. " W-what ...happened?" She stuttered

Guards would be here any minute to escort her out. He knew this she obviously didn't.

He should have told her to go, to leave before they came to drag her away. He should tell her if she stayed, she'd get hurt. He should have said that, but he couldn't find the words. " I'm that eager to tell my life story"

"Okay" Alice didn't know why, but she, for some reason, found Loki very interesting. He was charming. She found herself feeling very drawn to Loki. He didn't look so bad after all. She knew she'd probably get in trouble, but she really felt something for him.

The two talked, well Loki talked. Alice nodded and gave one-word responses until someone finally came for her.

Thor was busy trying to convince the other Avengers to let Loki stay. It was challenging, but a few were starting to change. And proposing ideas and rules.

"he'll be confined to the tower. He won't leave without being escorted. Loki has changed and he's here to prove it"

"okay. okay" Steve finally says "he can stay. But in the tower. He'll assist us on missions. Three strikes and he's out"

"wait for what!?" Clint jumped up. He did not like this one bit. "We're seriously letting him stay after all he's done. He destroyed Manhattan"

"hey think of this Barton. He's an Avenger so he has to train with Avengers perfect time to kick his ass" Sam said cheering him up a bit. Everyone finally agreed.

As everyone got up and greeted Thor properly and told him what he missed Tony still sat deep in thought.

"If he's going to stay he can't know about Alice"

"Who?" Thor asked.

At that moment an Agent from below shouted "Sir, we've got a problem "

"what," Fury asked. "Someone is in Loki's cell room. A girl," Pulling up the feed. Sure enough, there was a girl sitting outside Loki's cell across from him. But not just any girl, Tony's baby girl.

Immediately all the Avengers were up an running, Thor very confusing but running along with everybody else anyway. They were exchanging family stories. Alice didn't have much to share but enjoyed listening to Loki's stories. The two were both startled when they heard a shout. Alice jumped up and backed up as her father marched in so anger she was pretty sure he could splitting the red seas.

"ALICE" Tony shouted. Loki immediately stood up in a protective way. Tony marched into the room, grabbed Alice by the forearm, looked directly into Loki's eyes, and said: "Strike one".

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