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what-is-your-plan-today · 5 years ago

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Stark Spangled Banner One Shot: Red Lace and Roses

Intro: It’s Valentine’s day...Steve is in a panic about what to do until Katie lays down the rules because, well, it’s all a load of crap really, isn't it??

Warnings: Bad language! Smut (NSFW- no really...) NO UNDER 18s!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark.

A/N: So this takes place Valentines Day 2014- Their first one as a couple. I wasn’t gonna post a specific One Shot as I’ve another Chapter of SSM to work on but this kind of came to me and well, here you go! Have a good one!! Enjoy, and PLZ Reblog if you like!

Something was bothering Steve. Katie could tell. He'd been a little, well, off all evening since he had arrived at her apartment. And if she hadn't already realised, the fact he was now sat at the table pushing his food around on his plate was a dead giveaway.

"Ok." Katie said, placing her cutlery down "Baby, what's the matter?" He didn't even try to deny it. He knew he was busted. Wiping his hand over his face he looked at her and gave her a small smile.

"That obvious?" "To me yeah." She smiled "Bad day?" "No, not as such..." he bit his lip before he looked at her "Baby I screwed up" "What do you mean?" she frowned "It’s Valentine's Day in a week and I forgot so I haven't booked anywhere. I've tried a few places but they're all full and..." Steve trailed off as Katie looked at him, her head cocking to one side and he let out a sigh. He'd never had a girlfriend before to be bothered about the day. And now he did, it had slipped his mind until before when he had overheard someone in the queue for a coffee talking about what he had planned. A romantic meal, a diamond bracelet... it had sent the Captain into a spiral. An expensive gift he could do but a meal or a trip...it was too late. Katie watched him as he scratched at the collar of his white T-shirt which sat underneath his blue plaid button up. He looked utterly perplexed and then, she couldn’t help it any more. A laugh burst from her mouth and he frowned at her. "What's so funny?" "You. You're adorable." She chuckled, pushing her chair back as she stood up "Look Valentines Day is all commercialised bullshit Steve." She said softly as she walked round the table to where he was sat and and gently wrapped her arms round him from behind. "You know, you make me feel loved every day, I don’t need some cheesy over the top gesture or a fancy gift baby. I mean I'll never say no to diamonds but...save em for my birthday huh?" He laughed and rubbed his hands across her arms as she pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I know its just well it's our first one and..." he shrugged. "You're a romantic idiot yeah I know." She said, moving so she could perch on his lap. She looked at him and then an idea popped into her head. "Ok so as it's our first let's start our own tradition." She looked at him " $20 limit for a little present and the card has to be fun..." "Define fun..." he mused, arching an eyebrow. "A little off the wall... quirky...no romantic bullshit" she clarified "And we'll get a take out, beer and snuggle." Steve smiled, he had to admit that sounded pretty good. "Alright." He smiled, "our own tradition starts here!" She grinned and gave him a soft kiss "Love you, you big idiot"

***** Thanks to the internet (so helpful) Steve was feeling pretty pleased with his card and gift. So on the morning of Valentines Day he placed the small box and card on the table and set a pot of coffee on to brew whilst Katie was in the shower. "Happy Commercial bullshit day..." she grinned at him when she walked into his kitchen, a gift bag in her hand. He chuckled and bent down to give her a soft kiss. "Back at ya doll." She handed him the bag and he gestured to where her present was and they both sat down. "Together?" Katie asked and he nodded. Steve opened the gift bag Katie had given him and reached inside, pulling out a cushion that was decorated in different coloured squares. The words "10 things I Love About You" were printed across the top and each coloured square contained something different and he felt the smile ok his face growing wider as he read the words.

Your eyes. They way we can talk for hours and never run out if things to say. Your bear hugs that make everything. Your Ass. Netflix and chill. How you make me feel simply by looking at me. Your smile. Nose kisses. The laughter. The fact you're just a kid from Brooklyn. "Honey..." he looked at her and she glanced up from where she had been examining her gift with a soft smile "this is awesome!" He held up the cushion and she smiled. "So is this..." she grinned, holding up her gift. It was a Keyring. Silver Metal with a 3D rectangle just over an inch long, engraved with letters and numbers. And the minute she had realised they were coordinates, she knew they could really only be for one place. "The boxing gym." she smiled, it was more a statement than a question. He nodded, blushing slightly " Check the other side." She did and let out an laugh as she read the words out loud "trouble sleeping?" The first place they had met, and the first words either of them had spoken to one another. He grinned and she beamed at him "Steve,I love it!!" Placing it down she picked up her card and opened that, giving another loud splitter of a giggle. It was plain quite with red writing in the front that read "You suck less than most people" “Good to know” she laughed. So is this... Steve said, arching an eyebrow at hers to him. It was a gold card with black writing on the front that read "I love you for your personality, your charisma and your good looks...but that dick sure is a bonus" They looked at one another before they both burst out laughing and Steve had to admit, their little tradition was one he knew he was going to enjoy going forward. **** Katie finished her call to the team in DC and leant back in her chair, mulling over the proposal her editor had tabled. Before she had much chance to think about it, the buzzer to her apartment went and she picked up the phone. "I have a delivery for Miss Stark?" "Ok thanks...I'll be down in a sec." She said, pushing the button to let him in the building. She made her way down in the elevator and rolled her eyes with a soft smile as she saw what it was. A dozen red roses. She signed for them and took the card. "At least let me have one stupid, romantic bullshit moment" it read "love you baby girl" As she placed them in a vase she had a sudden idea, and with a grin she grabbed her keys and headed out. Steve was feeling pretty smug with himself. Katie had messaged him earlier thanking him for the roses. Yup, he was pleased he had managed to surprise her, even if it wasn't much. He was also looking forward to the evening too. First he had a session with Rumlow about a potential new drill for the new recruits. Just as they were about to run through it in the Training Room, his phone went again. He looked down at the message, and seeing it was from Katie he expecting it to be a question about what takeout he fancied. Instead, when he opened it, the photo that he saw instantly made his mouth go dry and his pants grow tighter round the crotch area.

There were no words with the photo, not that it needed any.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

“You alright Cap?” Rumlow looked at him. He swallowed and put the phone back in his pocket and cleared his throat.

“Yeah, fine...sorry, where were we?”

***** Katie heard the elevator door open and with a smirk she walked out of the bedroom, sweats and a T-shirt covering the Lingerie she had sent him a photo of before. She stopped in the lounge area as he looked at her, arms folded, face dark.

“I suppose you think sending me that photo was clever.” he said, his voice low.

Well damned...Cap was coming out to play.

Biting her lip she shrugged “Yeah, actually...” “Well it wasn’t.” he said, “I was with Rumlow.” “Oh, did he like the view?” she smirked. His eyes flashed dangerously as he took a step towards her “That’s really not funny.” “No?” she asked coyly

“No...” he said, stopping in front of her, his hands gripping her hips. “know what else isn’t funny?” “Enlighten me...” she said, looking up at him from under her lids.

“Me getting my ass handed to me in training because I’m distracted.” he said, his grip growing tighter as he pulled her to him, harshly, her body flush to his and she could feel him hard through his jeans. “It’s dangerous. I need to be focussed.” “Well you really should learn to avoid distractions...” she said, her hands smoothing up his chest. He grabbed her wrists and looked down at her.

“And you should learn how to behave.” “That so?” “Yes.” “And you’re gonna teach me?” “Someone needs to...” he said, before his lips crashed onto hers, hungrily. He let go of her wrists and his hands moved to her hips, sliding up her sides underneath her top and as his fingers brushed the lace underneath he let out a little groan before he stepped back and raising an eyebrow.

“Strip.” he looked at her, folding his arms.

Ok, so this was new...

With a slight smirk she stepped back, pulling the T-shirt over her head leaving her in the bralette before she locked eyes with him and slid her fingers into the top of her sweats, sliding them down over her legs, stepping out of them. He motioned with his finger for her to turn around, so she did, biting her lip as she did so.

“Does it meet with your approval Captain?” she asked coyly and he gave a smirk.

“Very much so...” he nodded “But you’re not getting away with it that easily.”

He reached out for her again, this time his hands sliding down to cup her ass as he hauled her up, his fingers tangling in the lace of the briefs she was wearing as she hooked her legs round his middle. He strode into the bedroom, depositing her on the soft bed and crawled over the top of her, gripping her chin in his thumb and forefinger. He looked at her for a second, before he kissed her again, tongue tangling with hers easily and she let out a soft groan. But then he pulled back and she pouted slightly at the loss of contact.

Steve bit back the laugh that was threatening to bubble from his throat at the look on his face. Instead, he arched an eyebrow and looked at her “Stop being an impatient brat.” he instructed before he sat up, and unbuckled his belt. He hesitate for a second, this was unchartered territory for him now. Before he had chance to chicken out he gently took her hands and placed them above her head, looping the belt around the slats in her headboard, then around both her wrists. Katie watched his face intently as he avoided looking at her, a faint pink flush evident on his cheeks as he concentrated on securing her hands in place. When he was satisfied with his work, he looked down at her, and the stern expression on his face faltered for a moment.

“That ok?” he asked, slipping from Captain to Steve and she had to smile at the concern on his face. She gave him a soft nod.

“Yeah...”

He took a deep breath and then grinned as his nose nudged her jaw up so he could nip at her neck. She gave a soft sigh as his mouth trailed hot kisses up and down her throat before he moved across her collar bone and down to the swell of her chest. She gave an involuntary shudder, her wrists pulling slightly against the belt and he stopped, looking up at her.

“Stop moving.” he said, and she looked down at him, arching her eyebrow. When he was satisfied she’d gotten the message he continued, pulling down one side of the bra, his mouth teasing the sensitive skin as her nipple pebbled at his touch. He gently sucked, teeth grazing in the way he knew she liked and she let out a loud moan as his hand slid up underneath the materiel on the other side, fingers working deftly.

“Like that?” he asked, and she gave a low hum in response, and he could tell she was trying desperately to keep still. He gave a sharper nip with his teeth and this time she squirmed under him, her hips bucking up seeking some form of friction.

“I said, stop moving.” he said, and she let out a moan of frustration. “its not nice is it?” he quipped “This is how you’ve made me feel all day.” She moaned again and he chuckled. “Say you’re sorry...”

“Fuck you.” she shot back, looking down at him.

“Such a fucking brat...” he shook his head and turned his attention back to her chest. He upped the ante, sucking, tweaking, biting until she really was groaning underneath him, trembling, her arms pulling against her restraint, and then she felt the white hot pokers of pleasure lancing through the pit of her stomach and she gave a loud cry.

“Shit...Captain...” she bucked underneath him and gave a shudder as she came, the sensation shocking the pair of them as he paused and looked down at her flushed cheeks and she glanced at him, her eyes wide and the flush in her face deepened. He grinned as she shut her eyes and shook her head. “I can’t believe you just...”

“Made you come by playing with your tits?” he offered, his lips moving back to her neck and she laughed softly. “Trust me doll that wasn’t part of the plan.”

“No?”

He shook his head “Good to know I can though...” “God Captain America is such an ass hole.” she mumbled and he gave a low growl, nipping at her neck.

“Behave.” he said, his hands sliding down to her briefs and he shimmied down he bed, removing them, leaving her bare underneath him. Standing up he stripped off his clothes and knelt back on the bed, taking her right leg in his hands. He kissed at her ankle and then trailed his lips up her soft skin, nipping at the inside of her thigh causing her to whimper again as his mouth continued, giving one long lick over her slit and she arched her back again as he grinned, his mouth continuing up her body.

His lips crashed onto hers as he slid into her easily causing her to gasp as he bottomed out, his hands either side of her had as he supported himself.

“You came without me telling you that you could...” he said, pulling back and thrusting deeply in as she threw her head back on the pillow biting her lip. Another thrust and she groaned loudly, and again, and again.

“Sorry...” she muttered, her voice cracking “I’m sorry Captain...” “Yeah?” he asked, another thrust, his pace torturously slow

“Yeah...” she nodded

“Sorry for being a cock tease?” She nodded giving a loud cry as he pushed into her hard again, his hips picking up the pace slightly.

“Say it...” he said, and she swallowed thickly as his hand moved and gripped her jaw.

“Sorry for being a cock tease Captain…” she said and he gave a low groan and moved slightly faster, almost involuntarily, he was losing his self control slightly now

“Good girl...” he said, his thrusts becoming faster. She keened underneath him, her hands pulling against the belt which held in in place.

“Wanna touch you...” she moaned, “Please Captain...” “Seeing as you asked nicely...” he mumbled, pausing slightly to reach up and unbuckle the belt. He freed her arms and she slid them round his back, her hands gently skating the muscles and he gave a soft groan at her touch as her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his head down to kiss her.

“God I love you...” he said softly, his voice now completely devoid of any of the Captain authority it had held moments before. Steve was back and she grinned into his mouth.

“Love you too Stevie...” she said and he gave a low groan as he picked up the pace again, reaching down to hook her leg over his hip. He drove in and out, digging at that spot inside of her with his cock over and over until she gave another gasp and bucked her hips up towards him.

“Come on baby...” he encouraged, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer himself. “I got you...” “Stevie, fuck...” she gave a loud cry and tensed around him, her eyes fluttering shut, mouth dropping open as she groaned and he felt her leg tense over his hip. The feel of her tightening around him was enough to tip him over the edge and as his hips snapped forward he gave a loud groan of his own, falling forwards, burying his head into her neck as he thrust through both their orgasms before stuttering to a stop with a soft sigh.

Neither of them said anything for a moment, Katie’s hands running through his hair before he pushed himself up and looked at her, his nose brushing against hers.

“Fuck...” was all he could bring himself to say as he caught his voice and she gave a giggle.

“That was amazing.” she said softly. He hummed and pressed his forehead to hers smirking slightly. He was always slightly smug at how he could undo her in such a way, but he’d never tried anything like that with her before. Their sex life wasn’t boring, far from it, and he had on more than one occasion thrown her around the room a little, but neither of them had really broached the subject of restraints. Steve had enjoyed it, and so had she. That was clear to see. Turns out Captain America, the control freak, had a submission kink.

Who knew?

“Cap says you’re welcome.” he chuckled and she gave a laugh as he propped himself up with one arm and reached with the other to gently take hold of her hand. He pulled it round to the front and glanced at her wrist. It as slightly red but nothing that would mark. He placed a soft kiss over her wrist and she smiled at him, cupping his cheek in her palm.

“I’ll have to send you naughty pics more often.” she teased and he gave a loud groan.

“Seriously, I’ve had a semi hard on all afternoon. I was half tempted to go and jack off in the changing rooms.”

“So you don’t want me to send you anymore?” she asked, biting her lip.

He looked at her, with a grin. Who was he kidding?

“I didn’t say that...” he dropped a kiss to her lips before he grinned a her “Happy Commercial Bullshit day Baby girl.”

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midnightdevotion · 5 years ago

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Tangled Part One

Bucky barnes x reader

warnings;

Disclaimer: I don't own tangled or Disney, though that would be cool so all marvel and Disney characters aren't mine, the plot is based on the movie tangled.

I am also going to skip the background, you know about the flower and the kidnapping of the baby.

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A deep sigh leaves your lips as you wave your mother goodbye for the day. Turning your head to look at Steve, your chameleon.

“another round of hide and seek?” he nods and runs away. It didn't take you long to find him, laughing he sticks his tongue out at you.

“well Steve I suppose we should get some chores done today huh?” you laugh at his bored face. He shakes his head and points with his tail outside.

“oh cmon we aren't going outside, I like it in here and so do you” you scoop him up and put him on your shoulder making your way back inside.

Its seven a.m. which means you have a lot of time to fill up your day. So you start by tiding everything up and sweeping the floors, laughing when you accidentally get dust all over Steves face. It didn't take you long to finish all the chores, seeing as how you do them pretty much everyday out of boredom. So you grabbed the small book collection that you have and moved onto reading, Steve napping on your shoulder.

Once it hit lunch time you decided to start painting on the walls of the tower, in the few spaces you had left. Deciding to paint over the mantle, you paint the one thing you have always wanted to see in person. Heaving a sigh, soon it'll be your birthday which means the floating lights will appear again.

Once you finished the painting, you started the hefty chore of brushing your hair, humming a tune as you do so, Hoping that when your mother gets home she will finally let you go see the lights up close.

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Buckys POV

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Oh man what a start to the day, he took a deep breath before starting to slide down a roof of a building. Quickly going from ledge to ledge making his way to the castle. Once he was on the rooftop of the castle he stopped for a second to admire the view.

“Oh wow, I could get used to a view like this” he spoke cockily.

“barnes, get back here” rumlow and pierce whisper shouted at him.

“Hold on.....

Yep im used to it. Guys I wanna castle”

“we do this job barnes and you can buy yourself a castle” Rumlow said, before grabbing the collar of bucky’s shirt and pulling him back. They work their way around the castle roof into the throne room which stored the princess’s crown. Which was the object of todays heist, and they started to pry open the skylight windows on top very slowly. Once they actually got the window pane off they started getting ready. Tying a rope around Bucky’s waist to lower him down to grab the crown.

Bucky grinned when he reached the crown, all the guards in-front of him clueless of what was happening behind him. Which makes for an easy heist sure, but bucky never liked easy. He saw his perfect opportunity to have some fun when a guard sneezed.

“ugh, hay fever?” he questioned, resting his elbow on the cushion the crown used to sit on. The guard threw a glance back before subtly nodding. “yeah”

As the guard realized what was going on, rumlow and pierce had already pulled him up.

“Wait what? hey! Wait!” that one was tired and old bucky thought, as if he was really going to wait, yeah right. Him and the other two idiots he brought to pull this heist off of hurried to get out of the kingdom. Guards chasing them on horses as they were nearing the edge of the forest and bucky grinned.

“can't you picture me in a castle of my own?” he asked his partners rhetorically before continuing. “because I certainly can. All the things we've seen and its only eight in the morning. Gentlemen this is a very big day!” he shouted excitedly.

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Back to you

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“todays a very big day Steve! I am finally gonna do it! im finally gonna ask her!” you spoke happily with Steve sitting on your forearm.

“Rapunzel.... let down your hair!” you heard your mother shout in a sing song voice. Looking at Steve with a grin you quietly whispered “its time”

Steve made a show of being tough, and you laughed. “I know I know, c’mon don't let her see you” hiding Steve behind the curtains by the painting you had made that afternoon.

“Rapunzel... I’m not getting any younger down here” you heard your mother call for you again. Rushing to throw your hair over the hook, “coming mother!”

Once you had hoisted your mother up from the ground, you got nervous. You knew she wouldn't like the idea of you leaving the tower, but you hoped that since you were older now she would finally let you go see the floating lights.

“oh my dear rapunzel, I don't know how you do that every single day without fail” your mother motions to how you pull her up with your hair. “it’s nothing mother” you breath heavily.

“then I don't know why it takes so long” she paused to laugh as if she said something funny. “oh darling I’m just teasing” you fake laugh with her trying to stay on her good side.

“so mother! as you know tomorrow is a very big da-” she cuts you off, looking into the mirror “rapunzel look, you know what I see? I see a strong, confident, beautiful young woman....oh look you're here too!” She laughs again before following with saying that she is only teasing. You brush it off and continue to try and talk to her about tomorrow. Until she cuts you off again.

“angel mothers feeling a little run down, would you sing for me dear. Then we will talk.” eager to finally be able to ask her what you've wanted to since she walked in you run and grab her chair and a brush, sitting down in front of her and singing the entire song in once breath.

“flower, gleam and glow

Let your power shine; Make the clock reverse

bring back what once was mine.

Heal what has been hurt, change the fates design

Heal what has been lost, bring back what once was mine.”

Your mother looked unpleased but you didn't care, you were too excited to get this out and finally talk to her about tomorrow.

“so mother! earlier I was saying tomorrow is a pretty big day.. and you didnt really respond so im just gonna say it.....Its my birthday!!” you rushed out before she could interrupt you even more.

“no no no, can't be, I distinctly remember your birthday was last year.”

“thats the funny thing about birthdays mother, they are kind of an annual thing.” You sighed. “Mother im turning eighteen, and I wanted to ask...ugh... what I really want for this birthday...actaully what I've wanted for quite a few birthdays.” you ended mumbling quietly before you could finish your mother interrupted you again. “rapunzel stop mumbling you know how I hate the mumbling” she rolled her eyes. You look sadly to you side and see Steve waving his foot back and forth as a sign to keep trying. You grin at him before standing up.

“Uh.. I wanna see the floating lights!” you bursted out. you saw your mother freeze, before dropping the apple and turning to look at you. “uh... what?” she questions.

“Oh well I was hoping that you would take me to see the floating lights?” you watched your mother dismiss you, saying that you meant the starts. “thats the thing mother, I've charted stars and they happen every single night, these lights only appear once a year on my birthday mother.” You left out the part about feeling like they were calling to you.

“ I want to know what they are and see them up-close in person” You mother laughed.

“oh rapunzel, you can't go outside dear, your too naive, innocent, immature, I could go on dear but you can't handle the outside world.” she paused “rapunzel, don't ever ask to leave this tower again...Ever.” she kissed you head before leaving the tower again. You sighed letting your hair blow in the wind.

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alright what did you guys think?

I’m not sure If I want to stay right on with the story line, but this is just setting up so I figured I will.

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aion-rsa · 4 years ago

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The 21 Best Christmas Horror Movies

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Technicolor lights are about to illuminate every other home in the neighborhood; carolers are marching through the streets; even that old tree in Rockefeller is shining brightly.

For some folks, that’s enough to make you want to grab an axe. But don’t do that. Watch demented men dressed as Santa Claus or a demon Krampus indulge your Anti-Christmas sentiments with maximum gore. Indeed, this list isn’t about the most charming, heartwarming, or schmaltzy Christmas viewing traditions. Nah, this is about the 20 grossest, nastiest, and all around most fun Christmas horror movies. The kind where the greatest gift you’re going to get on Christmas morning is escaping with your life and maybe some psychological triggers whenever you see jolly men in red suits.

Yep, these are the very best Christmas horror movies. Ho. Freaking. Ho.

Anna and the Apocalypse (2017)

Almost certainly one of the sweetest, most positive, and upbeat Christmas movies on the list is this wonderful feel good musical romance from director John McPhail, which also happens to be a zombie movie. It follows a group of friends in a small Scottish town who are just about to finish school and are making plans for the future when a zombie outbreak lands.

Incredibly catchy tunes which take inspiration from Buffy musical episode Once More With Feeling, mix with inventive festive kills – zombie snowman decapitation is a highlight – in a way that manages not to tonally jar. It’s mostly thanks to the super-likeable performances of the young cast, headed up by Ella Hunt, and the teenage troubles, romances, and heartbreak which form the backdrop of the movie. Paul Kaye also pops up as the school’s tyrannical headmaster – his musical numbers aren’t the best but he brings cartoon villain energy to an unusual but rather adorable Christmas horror that’s way better than you might expect.

– Rosie Fletcher

Better Watch Out (2016)

Home Alone is surely one of the most popular and iconic Christmas movies of all time, though it is not, of course, a horror. However, if it was, it would look something like Better Watch Out, a slick reinvention of the home invasion sub-genre. Olivia DeJonge plays babysitter Ashley, who attempts to protect her charge, 12-year-old Luke (Levi Miller), when they are threatened by intruders in his home. But all is not as it seems.

DeJonge and Miller spar beautifully in a movie which plays with gender and coming of age tropes and includes handfuls of gruesome set pieces, while Ed Oxenbould brings comic relief. This is clever, funny and gruesome stuff from director Chris Peckover which might not become a new Christmas tradition but should definitely be watched at least once.

– Rosie Fletcher

Black Christmas (1974)

Getting stabbed by a unicorn head to the tune of carolers singing “Silent Night” is probably not how you want to spend Christmas Eve. This pre-Scream holiday slasher claims its victims in a sorority house haunted by creepy phone calls (sans ghost mask), demonic noises, bodies eerily shrouded in plastic wrap, and one perverse killer whose voice alone is enough to freeze your blood.

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When an unidentified caller keeps harassing your entire sorority house with obscene things you can only half-understand (because he sounds like a deranged Donald Duck that laughs like the Joker), you should run even if it is 10 degrees outside. The blizzard of murders keeps raging with one victim dragged screaming by a hook, and another bludgeoned to death. Never mind the one suffocated by plastic wrap and left next to the window like the vacant face of a doll staring out into the night. You’ll hardly sleep in heavenly peace after this one.

– Elizabeth Rayne

Christmas Evil (aka You Better Watch Out) (1980)

In his one and only film as writer/director, Lewis Jackson crafted a smart and clever black comedy that’s more character study than straight horror film. John Waters insists it’s a comedy about a closeted transvestite (of a sort), but it’s much more than that—it’s the Taxi Driver of Yuletide shockers. Brandon Maggart plays a man who takes Christmas way too seriously. His home is filled with bright holiday decorations all year-round while Christmas carols are playing on the stereo. Santa is his role model, a symbol of all that is good and just in the world. He even works at a toy factory.

He so identifies with Santa, he takes to spying on the neighbor kids, keeping his own carefully annotated naughty and nice lists. But when he recognizes the level of cynicism and hypocrisy among his co-workers, bosses, and the people around town as the most joyous time of the year approaches, well, he goes a little funny in the head. He reaches for the suit and beard and axe, determined to reward the good and punish the evil.

Maggart has since tried to desperately distance himself from the film, but he gives a remarkable performance here as a completely isolated figure with a head swimming with both joy and rage. In the end, the film remains king of the sub-subgenre. Screw It’s a Wonderful Life and Rudolph. Apart from Blast of Silence and Invasion U.S.A., Christmas Evil is the only holiday film I watch annually.

– Jim Knipfel

A Christmas Horror Story (2015)

Admittedly, a number of horror-based Christmas movie have gone with the anthology angle for their storytelling. Hell, this isn’t even the only anthology film on this list. A Christmas Horror Story may not be on a lot of people’s radar, but it’s a worthy installment that goes to some unusual places purely because both the Christmas and anthology playgrounds have gotten so bloated at this point. This film also benefits from being executed by a cabal of directors who are responsible for directing some of the best horror movies to come out of Canada in passing years, such as Splice, the Black Christmas remake, and the Ginger Snaps trilogy.

A Christmas Horror Story deliciously uses a radio DJ (William Shatner) as the connective tissue that holds together the four stories that comprise the film. Parables on ghost possession, clone doppelgangers, Krampus, and zombie elves all get their due here. The film also has a pretty inspired ending that actually casts the picture in a whole new light. It’s got Santa Claus fighting Krampus. What’s not to like?

– Daniel Kurland

Dead of Night (1945)

Never play hide and go seek in a house where someone was murdered. While it might be best known for Michael Redgrave’s night-terror-inducing ventriloquist dummy scene that sparked the phobia of possessed puppets, Dead of Night also invites you to a Christmas party with a spectral guest. Spacecase Sally’s genuine terror at realizing what she thinks she saw is what she really saw will forever have you second-guessing shadows creeping in the cold.

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What is obvious in this scene—encroaching darkness and shadows looming over what a place you know is haunted without ever having to hear the big reveal—is hardly as chilling as what is not so obvious until the truth silently materializes. The ghost of the little boy plays hide-and-seek with the other children as if warm blood courses through his veins. Unlike many stereotypical see-through phantoms of the era, this one doesn’t have that telltale translucence which would set off a chorus of screams. Being almost disturbingly normal is exactly what makes him so terrifying.

– Elizabeth Rayne

Eyes Wide Shut (1999)

Eyes Wide Shut was the non-denominational star at the top of Stanley Kubrick’s Christmas tree. Originally conceived as a Woody Allen vehicle, it almost starred Steve Martin after Allen insisted on reading the script from right to left. It is as much a cautionary tale as Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, bringing the whole family together with a different Christmas tree in almost every frame.

Kubrick pours on the cheer from the opening sequence at the Christmas party where the first gifts are unwrapped, and oh boy are they unwrapped. Bill Harford, played by Tom Cruise, dives right into the muffled spirit of giving after he performs a more than charitable deed for the party’s host, played by Sydney Pollack.

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Harford spends most of the film looking for the perfect gift like a slow motion version of Jingle All the Way, rushing around from New York City’s famous toy repository FAO Schwartz to downtown specialty shops, to the suburbs, where he can find collectors’ editions. Cruise pays Harford like a wooden windup toy, and not a particularly cute one, either. In spite of all the colorful lights and trips above and below the rainbow, Harford just can’t get into the Christmas spirit. He’s not even moved by the uplifting seasonal tunings of “I Want a Boy for Christmas” by the Del-Vettes. He recovers his seasonal facilities while humming along to the chant during the climactic illuminati sex party, though! The song is actually “Here Comes Santa Claus” sung backwards in Latin, adding more menace to the proceedings than Silas Barnaby brought to Toyland in The March of the Wooden Soldiers.

– Tony Sokol

Gremlins (1984)

Santa doesn’t exist… unless it’s your father in a red suit who met his untimely end trying to slide down the chimney with a sack of presents before getting stuck. Don’t tell that to the innocent bat-like ears of a harmless (for now) Mogwai. It’s exactly the kind of story you expect to hear while hunkering down in the shadows with a flashlight while a bunch of leathery green things with too many teeth ransack the neighborhood.

And as for Santa? That smell coming from the fireplace weeks later was no dead cat. Worst. Christmas story. Ever.

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This movie should be on every hardcore horror fan’s holiday playlist just for the musical monstrosity of those reptilian things decked out in Santa hats and earmuffs singing “Deck the Halls” at the neighbors’ door, sheet music and all. This is continuing proof that animals have a sixth sense, because her yowling cat senses something off about the voices warbling “Joy to the World” outside. She’s right to have an aversion to Christmas carolers.

– Elizabeth Rayne

Holidays (2015)

There have been so many holiday-themed horror films at this point—reaching Christmas and going far, far beyond that—so why not make an anthology film that takes that idea to the extreme? Holidays hits the expected staples such as Christmas, Halloween, and Valentine’s Day, but part of the fun here is how holidays with lesser expectations like Easter or St. Patrick’s Day deliver some truly horrifying content (seriously, the St. Patrick’s Day segment is disturbing, bonkers chaos).

The Christmas segment comes courtesy of Scott Stewart (Legion) and has Seth Green trying to survive the holiday as he attempts to get his son the perfect gift. Stewart’s installment feels very reminiscent of a Black Mirror episode with virtual reality, consumerism, and the dangers of mob mentality all playing their part here.

A lot of these anthology films also try to bank off of the name recognition and notoriety of the assembled directors, but Holidays proudly features a collection of mostly fresh faces (although Kevin Smith and Starry Eye’s Kevin Kolsch contribute segments). It’s fun to discover a bunch of new blossoming talents here.

– Daniel Kurland

Jack Frost (1997)

This ain’t the cringeworthy father/son bonding vehicle starring Michael Keaton. No, this is the Jack Frost where the killer snowman’s nose functions as both a killing tool and a device to sexually assault his victims. All square? But hey, at the least the film isn’t afraid to ride its ridiculous premise as hard as possible.

First of all, an actual killer named Jack Frost crashes into a truck of “genetics material” that causes him to transform into this cold abomination in the first place. That sets the tone pretty nicely for the abundant murders, sex, and plot holes that plague the town of Snowmonton (yup). It’s hard to believe that this film got made, with all of the visuals being some real spectacles that you don’t typically see in the horror genre.

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Jack Frost is the perfect Christmas horror film to shut your brain off and watch, or the title that you should be selecting right in the middle of your deep eggnog haze. It’s utter nonsense, but it knows that it is and has tons of fun with itself. We need more talented individuals trying to tap into the killer snowman subgenre. There’s still a true classic waiting to come to life here.

– Daniel Kurland

Krampus (2015)

Morbidly funny in its anti-holiday sarcasm and ridiculous demons, Krampus is like a mashup of the Griswolds, the Grinch, and every mythical beast that has ever been rumored to devour children on the naughty list. You’d rather get coal in your stocking than a killer jack-in-the-box jump scare… or find chilling hoof prints in the snow that are definitely not from Rudolph.

Krampus is one Yuletide monster actually worse than the Grinch. The grisly inspiration for this tale is a Germanic one about a hairy, horned, and cloven-hooved demon who stuffs naughty children in his sack and either beats them with a wooden switch or eats them (depending on who you ask). Also, his heart won’t grow three sizes from gorging on human flesh, either.

This version of Krampus is also hungry for anyone who’s lost their holiday spirit—whether or not you otherwise qualify for the nice list. Watch this with the lights off for the full effect of the power outage that works to the creature’s advantage as he goes hunting for holiday nonbelievers. Kids, don’t scorn Santa or Krampus will come to collect you.

– Elizabeth Rayne

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

There are some of us who know this movie verbatim and to the point where we will shamelessly break out singing “This is Halloween” and raise Jack’s quasi-Shakespearean monologue from the dead even in the middle of July. Or keep warning people that tragedy’s at hand. Or correct anyone who says there are 365 days until next Halloween by growling “364!” The stop-motion animation saga of the talking skeleton turned “Sandy Claws” bewitched an entire generation of ‘90s kids.

Even people who hate Halloween will stare with delight and awe when Jack’s skull bursts out of a snowdrift, and he first puts colored lights in his eye sockets and explores every “what’s this?” in Christmas Town like a spook in a coffin shop. You just can’t help but love the adventurous skeleton, even if he does end up making haunted houses out of people’s living rooms on Christmas Eve. Whether you’d rather be making Christmas with strangely somber carols, reanimated reindeer or toys that bite back, it’s now an officially unofficial holiday classic.

– Elizabeth Rayne

P2 (2007)

On the sillier end of the Christmas horror spectrum comes P2, a film named after a section in a parking lot, starring Wes Bentley and Rachel Nichols. She’s a business woman trapped in a multi-story parking garage on Christmas Eve, he’s the insane Security Guard who’s obsessed with her and really wants her to try his festive eggnog, so to speak.

Camp and gory, this is the directorial debut of Franck Khalfoun who would follow it up with a remake of Maniac. The movie was co-written by Alexandre Aja who made one of the greatest cat-and-mousers ever in Switchblade Romance. The set up is formulaic, perhaps, but the game performances and relentlessness of the action makes this worthwhile. And if that’s not enough check out a deranged Bentley dressed as Santa, for the angel on the top of the Christmas tree.

– Rosie Fletcher

Rare Exports (2010)

There couldn’t possibly be a more sinister place to search for Santa’s ancient burial mound than in the frigid depths of Lapland. It’s the same supposedly enchanted place Dick van Dyke hiked to in the search for Santa in an ‘80s musical Christmas special, except this time you won’t find him in a cozy cottage with stockings hung by the chimney with care. You won’t find the guy in red from the mall, but anything that takes a disembodied pig’s head as bait couldn’t possibly be jingle-belling on a sleigh with eight tiny reindeer, especially when he seems to have a ravenous appetite for said reindeer.

This time, “the spirit of the season” is literally the most malicious Christmas spirit that has ever terrorized the Yuletide. Even if you watch the whole thing in Finnish and don’t understand a word except the screaming, the ghost of the child in you that really did believe there was a guy in the North Pole will be forever traumatized. This glaze-eyed zombie incarnation of Mr. Claus doesn’t laugh like a bowl full of jelly. You better watch out, indeed.

– Elizabeth Rayne

Santa Claws (1996)

You do have to wonder what happened to John Russo along the line. 30 years after co-writing Night of the Living Dead, he came up with this decidedly sleazy but sadly unoriginal wonderment, which was much more focused on boobs than Yuletide butchery. In what by that point had become a battered cliché of the Slasher Santa subgenre, a young boy named Wayne (Grant Kramer) sees his mom having sex with a man wearing a Santa hat (!), and so murders them both. I’m not exactly sure how this transference would work in Freudian terms, but when he gets older, he a) becomes obsessed with a low-budget scream queen named Raven (played by low-budget scream queen Debbie Rochon) and b) decides he’s Santa.

As you might imagine, stalking someone when you’re wearing a Santa suit is no mean feat, but Wayne gives it his best shot. Most of the film, however, focuses on Raven and her extended family as she gets undressed a lot and wonders not only why that creep in the Santa suit keeps showing up everywhere, but why everyone around her keeps dying in a particularly bloody fashion. It can feel like there are two films going on here, a by-the-numbers stalker/slasher movie and a holiday horror film, which leaves me thinking Russo had one of them in mind, but after some eight-year-old smarty-pants came up with that clever “Santa Claws” pun, well, he just had to run with it.

– Jim Knipfel

Santa’s Slay (2005)

Christmas can sure scare the Dickens out of people. Hence why you can’t not watch a holiday horror flick in which Santa is the Antichrist, sentenced to 1,000 years of delivering gifts after losing a curling match with an angel, and played by former pro wrestler Bill “Who’s Next?” Goldberg.

As the only son of Satan (you know what they say about rearranging the letters in that name) whose grim legend is immortalized in the Book of Claus, he can now at last spread Christmas fear with weapons, karate kicks, hand grenades, exploding presents, and his own perverse idea of what “Ho ho ho” should really mean. Them’s the breaks once the bet’s terms are done.

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Santa’s methods of murder are fiendishly festive—to say the least. There is no naughty or nice list when it comes to an insatiable appetite for violence. He even knocks out poseurs in red suits and drives a sleigh with a rocket engine like it’s the Batmobile. Mall Santas everywhere are shaking in their pleather boots.

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Silent Night, Deadly Night (1984)

Naughty children get punished with more than just a stocking full of coal in this Christmas chiller. Just the opening scene with all those empty-eyed animatronic toys haunting a window display after-hours should tell you that this is not a movie that’s going to end in visions of sugarplums. Forget that it’s supposed to be the season of all things magical. Those things can be more terrifying than every single plastic skeleton and gaping zombie mask you’ll ever see in a haunted house around Halloween.

You’d better watch out for that psycho in the red suit who grabs a hatchet off the wall as if it was his bag full of toys and packs an automatic pistol in his fur-lined pocket, murdering misbehaving kids he’s been watching undercover of shadow. This sadistic Santa clearly doesn’t believe in sliding down chimneys—and the only red he’s interested in wearing is the blood of innocents. If that won’t convince you to stay awake because he sees you when you’re sleeping, you must be Freddie Krueger.

– Elizabeth Rayne

Silent Night, Deadly Night Part 2 (1987)

Three years after the shit-storm sparked by the original’s ad campaign, some smart cookie decided a sequel was necessary. A tough call there, given most all the principals were killed off pretty thoroughly the first time around, but still, right?

But there was money to be made, so they brought in an untested director (Lee Harry), a mostly untested crew, and a cast of mostly non-professional actors. After a half-dozen writers took a swipe at the script, they came up with a confounding but tepid rehash of the first film. This time around, and mostly in flashback, we learn that after the first killer Santa was sloppily dispatched at the end of Part 1, his brother Ricky becomes determined to uncover what went wrong.

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He pays a visit to the sadistic Mother Superior at the Catholic asylum where his brother had been kept, and before you can say “ho ho ho,” Ricky ends up donning the red and white suit himself to do a little rampaging, though without nearly half of his brother’s imagination. They even used the same fucking poster design, just slapped a “2” on it. I guess hoping they might raise the same sort of ruckus the first one had. Sadly, it was too late for that.

– Jim Knipfel

Sint (2010)

Dutch director Dick Maas took some early steps toward Krampus territory with his re-imagining of the legend of the warm-hearted Saint Nick. Borrowing heavily from earlier Italian, Spanish, and American horror films, as well as Danish folklore, “Sinterklaas” here was actually a bloodthirsty medieval murderer and all around brute who oversaw a savage reign of terror. Finally fed up with all his nonsense, the ornery local villagers banded together on the night of Dec. 5 and lynched him. As per tradition, however, in the moments before he died Sinterklaas vowed vengeance from beyond the grave, promising to return every 32 years on that very night to do bad and icky things to the villagers’ descendants.

Over the centuries, the story was mainstreamed and soft-pedaled, becoming part of the local folklore. The character of Saint Nick became much more benevolent and child-friendly so as not to scare the wee folk. Then, well, wouldn’t you know it? That anniversary creeps around again, Sinterklaas is true to his word, and Amsterdam turns all bloody, leaving it up to an intrepid teenager named Frank to put a stop to the mayhem.

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A stylish, wicked, and hugely entertaining take on the darker history of a beloved legend. It was also the top grossing film in Denmark in 2010, which either says something about the Danish film industry or the Dutch themselves.

– Jim Knipfel

Tales From the Crypt: And All Through the House (1972)

The Crypt Keeper first emerged as a ghoulish EC Comics horror host in the pages of Tales From the Crypt who crawled onto the big screen in this horror anthology, welcoming unknowing tourists to his catacombs with bony arms open. What the tourists don’t know is that they’re all recently deceased. The invite is to a subterranean story-time in which he unearths the gruesome details of their deaths with a gap-toothed grin. Creatures are obviously stirring when killer wife Joanne is stalked by a homicidal Santa in this warped homage to ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas titled (appropriately enough) “… And All Through the House.”

So it is that “O Come All Ye Faithful” is interrupted while playing on the radio by a scratchy warning of a homicidal maniac run amok. And wouldn’t you just know it, this occurs right as Joan Collins is offing her husband with a shot to the head—and then realizes she has to dismember the body before cashing in on his life insurance. Her blissfully naïve daughter lets the killer jolly old elf in, shrieking that Santa finally came before he erupts into psychopathic rage. Clement C. Moore must be turning in his grave.

– Elizabeth Rayne

The Wolf of Snow Hollow

Certainly less purely Christmas-y than other entries on this list, The Wolf of Snow Hollow is nonetheless a wintry delight set during the holiday season. Carols play ominously in the background during key moments, and the immaculately snowy white setting of Snow Hollow, Utah is broken only by splashes of color from lights on homes and Christmas trees. Oh yes, and the blood of the titular werewolf’s victims.

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Jim Cummings’ film is heavy on cozy, ski town holiday atmosphere without leaning on its actual Christmastime setting at all. But good werewolf movies are a rare breed indeed these days, and a werewolf movie set at Christmas? Well…now you know what to watch when the moon is full each December

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Got any other suggestions for Christmas horror movies that we missed? Let us know in the comments!

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Steve Rogers X Reader

The base was quiet except for your heels hitting the floor. You were on a hunt for a Mythology book when a Junior Agent brought to your attention that Nat had snag it a few days before. Now you were on your way back to the Private Lounge, which was the last place that you saw her.

The door slid open revealing a figure, in the corner of the room, reading a newspaper. The first sign of life and it happen to be Steve Rogers. You contain the heat in your cheeks as you met his eyes.

“Good Afternoon, Y/N” His voice was always so chipper when he spoke to you.

“Afternoon Cap.” You smile back as you went to the book shelf. You were there for a few before giggling exploded from the doorway.

“Steve, Y/N! How are you guys?” Wanda and Nat came through and sat on the couch in front of Steve.

“Quiet Well, thank you Wanda.” Steve answer politely earning big smiles from them.

“What about you? Y/N.” Your eyes broke away from the book shelf. A bright smile captures your lips.

“I would be better if Nat could tell me where the Mythology Book went to?” You gave the red- head the puppy dog look. Nat thought a minute before a smile, a very sly one, dawn on her face.

“Yes, I forgot that one in my room.” You thank Nat and went for the door but she cut you off.

“Hold up, I will get it for you. My room is a mess right now.” She jump up and was out the door before you could take another step. Ok, What is up with them? You question in your mind. As you look over to Wanda, you knew something was up with the two.

Wanda then took over with a conversation with Steve. You sat on the edge of a chair listening while you waited for Nat to get back. Soon you were lost in your thoughts about Steve and his golden hair.

“So who are you asking to the Christmas Party, Y/N?” Wanda asked breaking your train of thought. Now you knew for sure that your cheeks was red as a beet.

“I haven't thought about it...” You drifted off.

You dropped your eyes to the floor finding the pattern in the carpet fascinating. You could sense Wanda's lingering eyes on you before she moved her question to Steve. You held your breath as you expected him to say Sharon.

“Actually I'm got a three month long mission coming up and I won't be making it.”

Your heart ping with sadness. It wasn't right that he was going on a mission when he should be near his friends and family. Trying to find Bucky was beginning to take a toll on him. And it seem to you that he was losing touch of what he believed in.

“That sucks.” You heard your own voice state out. Your eyes met his and you could hear him suck in a breath. His blue eyes cloud with something you couldn't tell. Your heart flutter at the moment.

“Yes, I agree.”

“Here's the book Y/N.” Nat enter breaking up the conversation.

“Thanks a bunch Nattie.” You hug her and wish the others a bye.

The door swish behind you cause you to freeze in mid-step. The sliding door didn't fully shut and it was Steve saying your name that caught your attention.

“I mean... Is there or was there someone she was going to ask?”

Her cheeks flared up as you knew the gig was up. Nat and Wanda knew everything about your crush on the overly sweet old timer. You waited for them to spill the beans.

'I hear a couple of rumours but haven't sat down to talk about it.” Wanda lie through her teeth. You took let a small breath out in relief.

“Same here, Why, Rogers? Got something you want to share with the class?” Nat tease him causing you to flee the scene. What if he said he like you? You weren't worthy of being his lover. You were to shy, and a bit bossy, and a total nut over how things were done. Captain America didn't need someone like you bossing him around.

A week after the encounter you found yourself in the same room with Steve a lot. He was polite and funny as ever but something shone in his eyes that always darken them whenever you were around. Was it too late or had he already dropped off? You tried joking back with him and you were reward with his smile.

It had been another week, and the both of you were in a meeting together. You pulled him aside as the rest of the people moved by.

“Hey! I know Thursday is your last day before you leave. And you don't have to come or anything. But I got something planned in the Rec Room around 6pm. If you could stop by? Please.” His bright blue eyes melted into happiness.

“I don't know...” He began but you could hear the playfulness in his voice.

“Please, Please, Please!” You laid on your best puppy face as he chuckle at your act.

“Well only if you say please.” He retorted.

“Thank you!” You threw your arms around his neck and jump closer to him as you hug him. He only hesitating for a second before he wrapped his arms around you. He close the little gap that you had left.

“Oh your not going to regret it. I see you in a few days.” You were walking on Cloud Nine. That's when you realise that you were still in his arms.

The both of you were blushing as you pulled apart. It was then that Sam came to collect Steve for a late jog. The two of you bid each other a good-bye. With Sam throwing you a wink as he knew what you were planning.

So for the next couple of days you were dazed out. Giggling at the whole scene over and over. You wished you got it on video so you could watch it over and over. Every time you seen Steve your eyes lit up. And you could of sworn his did as well. Nat and Wanda had caught on. They playfully throw jokes your way about your crush. And dare you say it, but you were hoping everything planned out as you plan. If that was the case you were going to ask him on a date for when he got back.

But by Wednesday, Steve demeanour change against you. You had caught him looking at you sideways. But not with the happy glint like the past days, this one was a wounded puppy look. What happen to cause that? The two times you caught up with him and asked made Steve quickly brush it off. He then made a poor excuse to leave. You shrugged it off as he might have been thinking of Bucky again. You hope that the next night would help change his mood. Only little did you know how much change it would bring.

Now it was Thursday and well past 8. The room was gather with only the close friends of Steve's. A banner hung over a colorful lit tree, it read. Merry Christmas, Steve!” You had planned an early Christmas for Steve so that he knew he was still loved here. But Steve was no where in sight.

“We should begin eating.” You announce to Nat, who had help by taking over the party when she saw how heart broken you really were.

“I'm sure he's just running late.” Wanda tried comforting you as her eyes landed on Sam's dark ones. He shook his head no. He had been trying to reach Steve on the phone to rein him in. He knew the crush that he was hiding from everyone. And he didn't want Steve to drop it down the drain like he was doing right now.

“No, I mean. It's not like I got him to promise to come.” You smiled at her. “It's just he's been so lonely. I just thought this might help.”

Forty-five minutes later and Tony and Thor had you feeling a bit better by their joking and stories. And the flirting competition between them for you was a fresh of breath air. Even though they were only teasing it was still fun to have the attention. Even though the guest of the party hadn't shown it had turn out to be a great time. Everyone agreed to put Steve's presents in his room along with the tree and banner. Tony and Nat had agreed to even leave pictures of the party guest waving to him just to show him what he had missed.

You were heading back to your room from the kitchen. You had stay back and straighten up the Rec Room. Tony told you he would have it taken care of but you weren't in the mood to hang around and mope in your room. You turn down the hall that lead to the rooms when you heard the giggling.

It's was from a blonde girl you had never seen before. And she was stuck to Steve as if her life depended on it. You were caught in the view before your heart kick back into pumping blood. Ever emotion that you had know was raining down on you as you couldn't get them kissing out of your head.

You had manage to step back out of view before hearing Natasha clear her voice.

“Cap? Do you have a moment?” She ask more in a demanding tone then a question. You heard Steve moan as he pulled the girl away from her.

“He'll just be a second, Honey.” Nat point to the sitting area down at the opposite hall. After a moment of silences Nat broke it again.

“So your not answering phones now?”

“I don't know, what do you what me to say?” Steve groan out to her. You could hear the dread in his voice about what she was bringing up. Which was you and the surprise party.

“You know Y/N work really hard...”

And that was your cue to leave. You had enough and thanks to Lady Luck being on your side, you were still dress in your street clothes. You security your purse by the strap and left the building. Ignoring F.R.I.D.A.Y's question about your whereabouts so late. You ended up riding through country roads on a motorcycle from Tony's everyday collection. You were not stupid enough to take from his rare collection, you did value your life. You found a nice Bed and Breakfast to stay in for the rest of the weekend. You sent Nat a text then turn off your phone.

A month and a half later you found yourself sitting beside Nat and Petiro at Tony's Christmas party. You pretended to be having a good time but you weren't. Everything about Steve was popping out in the decorations Tony had set up. Every blue lit reminded you of the night you came back home. Steve was already gone and you had turn your phone back on. It lit up with 66 message and texts from Steve. But you dare not listen to them or read them. Instead you copy them in a folder and hid it on your phone. You wanted nothing more to do with that man.

Your phone began to buzz. It had been quiet for awhile now. You look down to see it was Steve. You press the ignore button as you lower your phone down.

“You know he might stop calling if you just answer it.” Nat lean in whispering to you. As if she was reading Steve's thought the phone began to buzz again.

“So if I answer he will stop?” You look be-wild at Natasha.

Before she could answer you hit the green button and put the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Y/N...” Steve's voice was low and rough. His tone held out as if he was surprise that you answered.

“No.” You simply states as you hung up. This earn you rolling eyes for Nat.

“What? I can't just let it go. He knew what he was doing when he ignore Sam calls. And yes I know about that.” Nat smile knowing that there wasn't much she could hide from her friend.

“Give him a chance to explain.” She pleaded with you again.

“Explain what part? when he didn't show or the part that he was stuffing a strangers tongue down his throat? Beside it doesn't matter because he didn't do anything wrong.”

You stood up and dismissed yourself. You had enough. The buzzing of your phone rang out in your ears. You had left it on the table with Nat. She can deal with him. You quickly made your way to your room thankful that the noise from the party cease in the hall. You gather up your comfy pj's and dash into your bathroom for a shower. That's when you realise that someone was in your room. Was it Nattie coming to scold you again? You quickly change making sure you were decent before entering your bedroom.

“Come to lecture me again mother?” You tease Nat as you step into the cold air. Your eyes landed on the intruder. Your mind went blank. There sitting on your bed was Steve. His face was weather with stress and concerned. It almost look foreign to you. His face was cover with weeks long hair that look like a starter beard. His hands were flat against his knees.

Steve was also sporting a deer in headlight look as well.

“Well I don't think I'm in a position to lecture unless we are talking about not answering your phone.” You could tell that he was trying to lighten the mood.

“I took that page from someone.” You try to answer playful but you really weren't in the mood.

“Yea, Nat told me everything.” He raise his hand and rubbed the back of his golden hair. He was looking for something to say. And when he couldn't find anything you stepped up again.

“I thought you were on a three month mission?” You had lost the anger in your voice. You dropped your eyes at how weak your voice was at the moment.

“Yea I lied about that.” Your eyes found his again by the time he was done. Steve lied? What for? You wanted to ask but you knew were you stood with him.

“Oh.” Was all that you can say.

“Y/N, please about that night...” Steve stood up. His normally blue eyes were grey and pleading for you to look at him.

“It's not anything Steve. I notice that you were down in the dumps so I wanted to make you feel better. I said you didn't have to go.” You almost said it was stupid but you know that would be playing on his heart feels and you weren't playing that low tonight.

Steve took a few steps toward you. You stood still and held what little ground you had with him. Steve took a few more once he realise it was safe.

“Look, You don't have to go or not, it's up to you but here.” Steve held out a small white envelop, that appear out of nowhere. It took you a moment to take it from him. What was going on here? You were getting played, your brain flared up at the words that you spoke to him.

“Steve...” You growl your warning on him.

“Please, please, Please think about it.” He cut you off by pulling you into a hug and whispering in your ear. His breath was warm and sticky. His voice was low and pleading that your heart was about to comment the Hairy Carey.

This wasn't fair as Steve hit you right in the feels but before you could say something or anything. Steve was gone. Just as quietly as he appeared then he was gone. You look down at the plain white envelope.

You didn't want to open it but your curiosity got the better of you. You slid a home made card out that was drawn by Steve. It held a Christmas theme. You open the card to read.

“Go to Wanda's Room.” You look down at the clock it was only a half hour since Steve left. You wave the card in the air as your heart and brain got into it.

We must go, Says your heart. No we don't, Says your brain and you had a feeling it's was right. You always couldn't be that kind of lover Steve should have. That blonde chick was perfect for him. So that was that. You decide that you weren't going to Wanda's room.

But as you were thinking about it your body was already switch back into street clothes. What were you thinking? Your brain scolded as you made your way to Wanda's room. The party was still in full mode so you weren't worry about running into people at the time.

Your fist was about to make contact with the door when it open revealing Nat behind it.

“What's going on?” You question the second you saw the smile on Nat's face. She doesn't answer right away as she took your arms and pull you in.

“I knew you would show up!” Wanda squeal as jumped up from her bed. There was a set of winter clothing laying out on her bed.

“Look, Y/N. We need to talk for a minute.” Nat pulled you down to a chair across the room.

“About what?” You eyes scrunched up with confusion.

“It was our fault that Steve didn't come to your party.” Wanda slipped out.

“What!?” You ask in a stupor, “Why would you do that?” Your voice held no anger just pure confusion.

Wanda pull back, guilt and sorrow wash over her face. Nat took over this time.

“We didn't mean too. Steve overheard our teasing with you and assume that you were going to bring him to the surprise party. So he decided to pull a Tony. That's why he was with the chicky. But after you left the building, Steve and her went into his room and saw the set up. He kick her out and began searching the base for you. But only to be inform by F.R.I.D.A.Y that you had left for the evening. I'm so sorry we had no idea our teasing you would upset Steve like that.” Nat held a mirror expression.

You fell back into the chair. Your mind was just now blown.

“Then why did he lie about going on the mission?” You huff out to them after regaining your whole guilt of being a Mook to him.

“I think you hit the nail on the head when you said he felt like he was lonely. So I think he was planning on just a Solo vacation. You know the kind that you do to clear your head. But after two weeks my phone wouldn't stop ringing until I spilled the beans.” You groan at the image of them telling him about your crush.

“Oh stop that! Sam told us about Steve's crush on you ages ago!” You stopped groaning half way when she told you about that.

“So what now?” Nat asks as she stood up.

“Yea, what now?” You mirror question as you not quite following.

“Are you ready for this?” Again, out of nowhere Nat pulls out an envelop.

“What now?” You ask as you stood up.

New York City in December might be magical to others but it's not for you. There was hardly any snow and it was colder then what you had ever experiences. You were bundle up in the gear that was laying on Wanda's bed. Thankful that you listen to her.

You step out into the roof of the base. Down below was the faint pounding of the party music, and yes it was still swinging at two in the morning. You look around to see a dark blue party tent had been set up.

“Steve?” You whisper out loud half wanting to run away. You never could handle intense emotional moments. But as you took a step back you heard the tent plastic being pulled back.

“Ah Y/N, You look wonderful tonight.” Steve's voice and attitude was back to his happiness again. You shot him a questioning look as you were bundled up in snow gear. Steve, one the other hand was dressed in a black tuxedo with a purple flower pin to his coat pocket.

“I think I'm under dress for this.” You point out as the butterflies fluttering in your stomach turn into a professional wrestling match.

Steve move gracefully towards you and grabbed your arm. He gently interlocks your arms together like a gentleman and walk you toward the tent.

“Nonsense you always look amazing in purple.” You blushed at his bold statement. Steve never really comment on your appearance before, “I'm glad you showed up. I have something special plan for you.”

You could see all of Steve friends and Family hanging in the tent to make up for the one he missed but you were stand corrected. The huge party tent was empty except for the two of you. A table for two was one side of the tent as the Christmas tree that you made for him was on the other side. Above it the banner that read Merry Christmas, Steve, but written with your name instead of his.

“Oh Steve.” You whisper out. Pictures hung on the tree was of that night. Everyone’s happy faces brought one to your lips. Tears well up in your eyes as you blink them away.

“I hope you don't mind that it's the two of us. I was hoping just to spend time with just you.”

Your C/E snapped up to his bright blue ones. He lead you to the table where he uncover all the foods that you had made for him.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” Steve beamed at his work.

“Merry Christmas, Steve.” You walk over to sit down but was engulf by Steve huge body.

“Wait! Let's open presents before we eat.” Steve was glowing like a small Child waiting for his toys.

“Presents?” You question Steve's back as he reach for something in the tree. He turn around and held out a F/C, F/A, the stuff animal was holding yet another enveloped. In his other hand he held the small shiny, blue Christmas gift that you had gotten him all those weeks ago.

“She really adorable, How did you know I like F/As.” You question as the gleam in his eyes grew brighter.

“I have like you for a very long time.” Steve's voice was as confident as his smile.

“Open yours first.” You push back into his arms.

Steve did as you asked and was in awe. You had bought him a DVD collect of drawling lessons from a online school. You knew that he still had a hard time going out into public. Everyone distracted him from the few times he went to an art class. It embarrassed him to no end that people would down right stare at him during the classes.

“These are amazing!” He pick you up with great ease.

“I'm glad you like them after the class disaster.”

The only people that knew about it was you and Sam. You both were in the kitchen when he stroll in from his final class. You could see that he was reliving the memory like you had.

“Now open yours.” Steve set the collect on the table. He turn to face you completely.

You open the envelop just like the other two but instead of a card there was two tickets. It was to your favourite band in the world. The date was set for two weeks from now. Your eye grown wide as you barely spoke to Steve of this band.

“Oh Steve, Thank You!” And you found yourself jumping back into his arms just like the first time. Only this time Steve didn't hesitate, he moved his arms to catch you and keep you pressed firmly to him. You broke from the hug a few minutes later but not from each other.

“Your not finished.” Steve tease you with his low breath against your neck. You looked up to him only to have your lips met his.

You stayed in that motion for a while before breaking a part.

“That was the best Christmas gift I could ever gotten.” You giggle as his arms tighten around you.

“Oh that wasn't your next gift. I just couldn't hold control myself any longer.” Steve pulled you over to the tree. A home-made card was sitting on a tree branch.

Steve pulled it down for you. You open it find a note explain a nice vacation for the both of you till the concert. You beam up at him.

“You really want to go with me?” You ask in tiny voice.

“Oh Doll, you make Christmas Home.”

And with that you were engulfed in a sea of his kisses.

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Missed Chances - part 2

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: 13 Going on 30!AU - Steve Rogers is crazy about you, but he’s afraid his feelings are only one sided and being one of your best friends, he doesn’t want to ruin your friendship… On his 13th birthday, he makes a wish and wakes up in the body of his 30 year old self. The problem is, you’re no longer a part of his life.

Word Count: 3,845

Warnings: Language, Nudity, Implied Sexual Content, Implied Drug Use, Cliffhanger

A/N: This is so long, I’m sorry. I tried to make the descriptions fun, but idk. I added a few pics bc it was too beautiful. It took me a while to write this chapter, but I had so much research to do for this fic... yikes. I really hope you’ll like this chapter, I worked so hard on it.

Missed Chances - Masterpage

Steve woke up with a migraine, the mattress soft beneath him. His mother must have carried him up and tucked him in while he was asleep because he sure as hell wasn’t lying on the basement floor.

Soft silky sheets brushed against his naked skin and his brows immediately furrowed. He always wore pyjamas.

He tried to sit up, but soon realised that there was a weight on his left shoulder. He looked down at it and saw a mop of tousled light brown hair resting on his chest.

A woman!

His first reaction was to roll to the other side of the bed where he ended up face-to-face with another woman. A strangled cry escaped his throat, making the two women whine in their sleep.

“Mornin, daddy,” the one on his left slurred, her hand trailing up his thigh.

“Did you just call me daddy?” he asked. His voice was so low, he must have caught a cold during his birthday party.

“Isn’t that what you want, daddy?” she whispered into his ear, her hand cupping his groin.

He shirked and scrambled off the bed, taking the silky sheet with him. The two naked women sat up, concerned looks on their faces.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re naked!” Steve wrapped the sheet around his hips and gestured in their direction with his free hand.

Why did he feel like he was standing on a stepladder? His head was spinning, the room was spinning, too. He had to get out of here.

He looked around the darkened room and yelled, “MOM!”

A look of mild panic crossed the brunette’s face. She picked up her discarded dress and slipped it on. The second woman apparently had the same idea and together they quickly collected their things before they rushed out of the room.

“Wait!” Steve yelled, fumbling with the sheet as he tried to follow them.

He tripped over the trailing sheet and fell face-first onto the soft rug, accompanied by a muffled ‘oof A soft, vibrating sound made him raise his head and he watched in speechless awe as the natural light began to pour into the bedroom.

The room was large, yet simple. There was a King size bed facing floor-to-ceiling windows, offering one of the most impressive views of New York City Steve had ever seen.

Decorative pillows had been thrown to the foot of the bed. One of them even landed on a teardrop shaped settee near the door.

“Good morning, Mr Rogers,” said a sweet feminine voice with an Irish accent. Her voice seemed to come from the ceiling.

Startled, Steve sat on the floor and tugged the sheet around him while looking suspiciously around the room.

“The cook is in the elevator, he should be here any second,” the voice continued. “I’ll start the shower now. Would you like me to turn on some music?”

He had so many questions, but he couldn’t decide which one to ask first so he went with the most obvious one. “Where are you right now?”

The voice sighed. “As I’ve explained before, I’m F.R.I.D.A.Y, an artificial intelligence created by Stark Inc. I’m connected to all the devices around your apartments, including your personal and work phones and computers.”

He sat on the bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, trying to make sense of what happened. He cleared his throat, hoping to get rid of that ridiculously low voice.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, I think you have the wrong Rogers. I don’t know how I ended up in this apartment, or in New York, but I’ll give you my mom’s numb-”

“I’ll ask the cook to add pain killers with your breakfast,” she cut him off, sounding amused. “Perhaps you should lay off the Norwegian liquor for awhile.”

Steve was scared to leave the room, not knowing what he’d find behind the door. He didn’t want to run into the owner, Mr Rogers.

As promised, F.R.I.D.A.Y turned on the shower and, remembering the two naked ladies in his bed, he figured he could use one.

He walked to the windows and marvelled at the view for a moment. He lived in Port Chester and rarely visited the city. On second thought, it wasn’t so bad. At least now he had a funny story to tell Bucky.

He followed the sound of running water and opened the door that led to the bathroom.

The bathroom was equally luxurious with its inlaid stone rain shower that could easily fit eight people. There was also a long vanity with double sinks and a mirror facing the shower.

Mouth agape, Steve let the sheet drop and padded to the shower.

As he passed the mirror, he caught a glimpse of a naked man and threw himself to the floor. He slowly peeked over the vanity, an excuse ready on his lips, but he realized it was just a mirror.

Frowning, he lifted his head a little and let out a small gasp as he stared at himself in the mirror.

“Oh, my god,” he swore, straightened up to his full height, “It’s me, I’m... hot!”

He didn’t look sickly anymore; he was strong and muscular and at least a foot taller. His hair was a darker shade of blond and slightly longer, too. He had a full beard and stared at it for a full minute. He’d always wondered if he’d ever grow facial hair.

“What’s happening?” he said, staring at his reflection.

He ran a hand through his hair, combing it back from his forehead. His hair seemed to naturally fall back into place, like he’d done this gesture so many times that his hair knew exactly where to go.

Yesterday was his thirteenth birthday party and today he woke up looking like a thirty-year-old man. How was it possible?

Oh, the birthday party....

I want to be an adult. I want to be thirty, I want to find love.

“No,” Steve drawled out, disbelief lacing his voice. “That’s so cool!”

It seemed completely crazy, but there was no other explanation.

He took a step back and checked himself out in the mirror. His body was, for lack of a better word, impressive. Wide shoulders, broad chest, tiny waist, massive arms and thighs...

“Tattoos?” he whined, inspecting his body closely. He had one on his left shoulder, a quote under his clavicle and another one on the right side of his chest. “Mom’s gonna kill me!”

The shower was already running, the steam fogging up the mirror. He stepped into the shower, his eyes focused on his blurry reflection.

Showering was a strange experience. He ran his hands over the hard planes of his broad chest and tight abs, discovering this new body more intimately.

His breathing hitched and he felt himself growing hard. Chancing a glance down, he saw the evidence of his arousal sticking up straight from his body. Then, suddenly, the water turned ice cold and he hurriedly leapt out of the shower stall.

“What the hell?”

“You always end your morning shower with a blast of cold water,” the A.I replied. “It increases alertness and closes up the pores.”

“Yeah? Let’s not do that again.”

“Very well, sir.”

“You can call me Steve,” he said, wrapping himself in a fluffy towel. “So, um, I live here?”

“Yes, Steve, 45 East 22nd Street, apartment 60FL. Is there anything else you need?”

“Clothes?” he replied with a shy grimace.

Following F.R.I.D.A.Y’s direction, he took a deep breath before he opened the bedroom door. He was scared to run into someone, even though the A.I. had informed him that it was just him and the cook.

He entered the walk-in closet tentatively and gasped when F.R.I.D.A.Y. turned on the lights. It was twice the size of his bedroom, with a round sofa in the middle of the room and a small staircase that led to another closet with mirrored sliding doors.

Suits, shirts, trousers, jeans, shoes; there were enough items for him to open his own store. He took his time and tried on several outfits before he found the perfect one.

“Steve,” the A.I. interrupted, “Your morning coffee has just finished brewing. Breakfast is served. I should also remind you that Mr Rumlow will be expecting you in the hall at 8 a.m.”

“Brock?” Steve squealed, suddenly excited to see a familiar face. “I’m still friends with Brock! That’s awesome!”

“Indeed, it is,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. replied in a monotonous voice. “Are you sober enough to find the dining room?”

He bashfully told her he had no idea where the dining room was and she provided directions again. She sounded like a real person: annoyed, sassy, amused... It was strange to think she was just a voice in the wall.

What Steve had seen so far was nothing compared to the living-slash-dining room. It looked like a page out of a magazine.

There was a large and modern dining room table for formal meals that led to a windowed eat-in kitchen with marble countertops and custom-designed cabinetry.

The living room was spacious and bright, decorated with modern artworks and furnishings. Thanks to the floor-to-ceiling windows, he had a 360-degree view of New York City, looking over the borough of Brooklyn.

“I could get used to that,” Steve whispered to himself.

He sat at the breakfast nook and glared at the tray of food in front of him. His breakfast consisted of a green concoction in a tall glass, a slice of grapefruit and a bowl of sliced bananas in plain yogurt. He poked the grapefruit with his spoon and screwed his face up in disgust.

“Um, ma’am,” he spoke, looking up at the ceiling. “Do you have cereal?”

“You cut out sugar from your diet,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. replied.

“That sucks!”

He ate a few spoonfuls of yogurt before he pushed the tray away. It was almost time to meet Brock downstairs so he took the elevator down to the lobby, excited to see his friend.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” a voice startled him as he stepped into the lobby.

A man, most likely in his thirties, stared down at him, incredulous. His black hair was short and styled with gel and he wore a perfectly tailored beige suit with no tie.

Steve looked down at his own clothes and frowned. He was wearing a pair of jeans with a matching jacket and a light blue shirt.

He really liked this look and it was really popular, especially after the American Music Award where Justin Timberlake and Britney Spears showed up wearing matching denim outfits.

“Denim-on-denim?” Brock said with a smirk. “Trying to bring sexy back?”

Steve cocked his head to one side. Was that a reference to something? He had no idea. “Brock? That’s really you? Whoa, you’re old!”

Rolling his eyes, Brock turned on his heel. “Fuck off, Rogers.”

Brock was on his phone when the doorman opened the door for him. Steve trailed after Brock like a lost puppy and greeted the man at the door with a polite smile. The man looked at him incredulously before his face broke into a similar friendly smile.

“Where are we going?” Steve asked as they walked to the car parked in front of the building.

“Work, dude.”

“We work together?” Steve said excitedly. “That’s awesome! Okay, what do we do?”

Brock threw him a side glance. “I knew I should have stayed last night. The party must have been wild, you look so stoned. What’d take? Cocaine? Heroin? Meth?”

“What?! No, I don’t do drugs,” Steve objected.

“Yeah, right,” Brock scoffed, “me neither.”

It only took fifteen minutes to go from his apartment to his workplace in the garment district of Manhattan. Steve looked out the tinted window as the chauffeur pulled to the curb before a large mirrored-glass building.

His bodyguard opened the door and Steve slowly climbed out of the car, his eyes widening when he saw a plaque above the double doors that read ‘STEVE ROGERS HEADQUARTERS NYC’.

“Nice outfit, sir,” his bodyguard said, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

“Thanks,” Steve replied, still flabbergasted.

Brock rounded the vehicle and pulled Steve aside. When Steve continued to look around in wonder, Brock grabbed his shoulders and shook him once.

“Man, you gotta pull yourself together,” he whisper-shouted. “You’re a fucking fashion designer. You can’t enter this building looking like Justin fucking Timberlake on Prozac.”

Brock glanced around to make sure no one was listening and spotted paparazzi on the opposite side of the road. He moved in front of Steve to block their view.

“Here’s what you gonna do,” he continued. “You’re going to enter this building, drink a large fucking coffee and lock yourself in your office. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything, but you owe me big fucking time.”

Steve gave him a hard look. “You say the F-word like a lot.”

Brock sighed, his eyes never leaving Steve’s face. “Man, I don’t know what you took, but next time I want in.” He pulled him into a hug and patted his back. “Stay hydrated, ‘k?”

They entered the building together. There were a lot of people in the atrium; tall, skinny models who turned their heads when they recognized Steve and employees who watched him with a mixture of fright and admiration.

They seemed to move out of his way like he was Moses parting the Red Sea. Steve was too speechless and confused to focus on them. They took the private elevator and stood in silence while the elevator made its long ascent.

“I’m a fashion designer,” Steve spoke quietly, mostly to himself.

“Yup,” Brock mumbled as he pulled out his phone and started typing a text message. “Time’s person of the year in 2012 and 2017, youngest billionaire in the world and the wet of every boys and girls on this fucking planet.”

“I must be dreaming,” Steve said slowly as he processed what Brock had just said. “Ow!” he cried when he pinched the tender skin on his neck.

“Not dreaming,” he said, “now let’s go.”

Brock walked over to a woman with long golden hair. He leaned in and whispered something into her ear. She gave him a thumbs-up and turned to Steve with a bright smile.

“Oh, my God,” Steve cringed, looking for a place to hide. His employees were busy looking busy and didn’t pay attention to them.

Brock and the woman walked back to him. “Wanda’s gonna take care of you.”

Steve took Brock aside and explained that he woke up next to this Wanda girl just a few hours ago. Brock laughed and called Steve a ‘fucking stereotype’ before he headed toward his own office. Steve turned back to Wanda with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry about earlier,” he said. “So, um, who are you again?”

“Wanda Maximoff, your assistant for the past two years,” she replied with a frown. “You really scared us this morning. Mr Rumlow said you weren’t feeling well.”

Steve replied with a casual shrug while she led him to his office. She informed him that Brock had already transferred the files he needed for the meetings and that he was free for the rest of the day.

“Clint will drive you home when you’re ready, sir.”

“Ok, cool,” he replied.

Involuntarily, she let out a loud laugh as the words passed his lips. He was always so professional and stern, definitely not the kind of boss who treated their employees like family members.

But when he was not at work, he was completely different.

Wanda had run into him in a very select bar the night before. He had danced with her, offered her fruity cocktails and she had really liked the attention. When he invited her and her friend over to his apartment, they eagerly accepted the invitation.

“Oh, by the way,” she turned back to him and handed him his personal phone, “I took your phone by mistake this morning.”

“Oh.” He looked down at the rectangular device in his hand.

She left the room, closing the double doors behind her. Steve plopped down on one of the sofas in his office and took a good look around the room. One thing was for sure, his 30 year-old self was a materialistic person.

His office was a mess, which was strange since his apartment was absolutely spotless.

There were mannequins everywhere, sketches and pieces of fabric clipped onto wooden boards for future reference. He also had a large collection of fashion magazines, sharpies, pencils, erasers, rulers and sketch pads.

He sat in the comfortable leather chair at his desk and flipped through various files. He soon realized that work was his whole life and that he probably spent more time in his office than at home.

Steve loved to draw; it was his safe place. His mother didn’t make enough money to buy him GI Joe dolls or remote controlled cars, but she always came home with pens and scraps of paper stuffed in her bag.

He was looking at some of his drawings when an alarm on his phone went off. He had never owned a phone before, but Bucky’s mother had one –a Nokia 3310- and it didn’t look like this one at all. He managed to turn the alarm off and read the reminder.

Chez Francis, 8PM

The computer on his desk was a lot thinner than what he used to use at the public library, but he recognized the Apple logo. He was relieved to see that Google was still a thing and after a quick search, he found the restaurant located in Greenwich Village.

Since he was technically allowed to leave, he asked his chauffeur-slash-bodyguard to drive him home. Clint was a quiet guy. He seemed nice, though a bit on the scary side.

Steve learned that he owned ten apartments in the tower; the penthouse, the first five floors, which were for his employees, and four others for his guests.

Like Uncle Scrooge, Steve was swimming in money.

But something was missing.

No one had mentioned his mom, you or Bucky and it was starting to stress him out. Plus, now, he had a dinner date with a mysterious guest. He could have bailed on them, but his mother had raised him better than that.

He arrived at the restaurant with ten minutes to spare and decided to stay outside while he waited for his guest. It seemed like a lovely place; French food, but not too pretentious. He hazarded a glance inside, but the lights were dimmed.

French food and dimmed lights? This wasn’t a casual evening, it was a date. A wave of nausea hit him and for a second he thought he might throw up. If he had a girlfriend, then he was the world’s shittiest boyfriend.

He woke up that morning with two naked women, neither of them seemed to be his partner. As a kid, he’d promised himself he’d treat his partners with respect, especially after his father left his mother for another woman.

His mother was his hero, but as far as he was concerned, his father could rot in hell.

Outside the sun had set and there was a distinct chill in the air. Steve tightened his coat around himself and looked around. There was a man, not far away, busy typing away on his phone.

He was tall, probably in his late twenties, and dressed smart casual. His shoulder length hair was tied up in a bun and he was wearing a long coat above a navy blue shirt.

“Bucky?!” Steve exclaimed, recognizing his best friend.

The man looked up from his phone with a frown and met Steve’s eyes. Steve’s face split into a wide smile as he walked over to him.

“I’m so glad to see you,” he said, pulling him into a hug. Bucky’s body was stiff, but Steve was too happy to notice that. “Look at us, all grown up and stuff!”

Bucky didn’t say a word, he pulled back quickly and smiled tightly at Steve who was still beaming.

“The craziest thing happened to me today,” Steve continued, undeterred. “You’re not going to believe this. When I woke up th-”

“I’m so sorry I’m late. It’s rush hour, I had to fight my way into the train,” you said breathlessly. You had seen someone with Bucky, but you only realized who it was when you turned to him. “Steve?”

“Hi,” Steve replied, looking down at his shoes.

The last time he’d seen you, you had run away after Brock asked you if you wanted to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with Steve. You had broken his heart that day. It might have been 17 years ago, but, to Steve, it was only yesterday.

“Are we waiting for someone else?” he asked.

Your eyes widened. “We?”

You and Bucky shared a look, the two of you had become masters in the art of silent communication. Bucky curled his arm around your waist and tucked you against his side. The gesture didn’t go unnoticed.

What?

No...

“Steve,” Bucky said after clearing his throat. “I don’t know who you’re meeting here, but it’s not us. We,” he paused briefly, “we haven’t seen you since high school.”

That comment made Steve’s head snap up. “High school? We’re not friends anymore?”

You were taken aback by his tone. It was pleading, almost childlike and it made your chest tighten. You had to remind yourself that this man, as nice as he was trying to be, wasn’t the sweet kid you used to know.

He was a celebrity, a billionaire and women threw themselves at his feet. He lived a scandalous life. He wasn’t your Steve.

A pretty blonde with long legs and a perfect white smile came up to them and kissed Steve on the cheek. She turned to you and Bucky and greeted you with a cheerful ‘hello’.

“Looks like you found your date,” Bucky told him watching you shake the blonde’s hand.

Steve caught the gleam of the solitaire on your ring finger. Caught off guard, he stared at you with a wounded look on his face. Bucky tightened his arm around your waist.

“You’re married.”

“Engaged,” you corrected, smiling at his date when she grabbed your hand and took a closer look at your engagement ring. She commented on how beautiful the ring was and you agreed, turning your head to smile at Bucky.

He shook his head, bashful, and kissed your temple. Steve was frozen, unable to look away and unable to close his eyes. His whole world came crashing down around him.

“We should go,” Bucky whispered into your ear as he linked his fingers with yours. He straightened up to look at Steve and his date. “It was nice seeing you. Enjoy your evening.”

“Likewise,” the woman said with a smile. “And congratulations.”

Steve cleared his throat. “Yes, congratulations.”

He watched you and Bucky enter the restaurant. A myriad of emotions washed over his face, none of them pleasant.

Be careful what you wish for...

Part 3

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lokishornns · 6 years ago

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Make a Wish 1

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pairing: Loki x Reader

type: series, fluff with some comedy

rating: pg-13

summary: You’re a new employee for the Make a Wish foundation, struggling to make a living in the ever expensive New York City. When your boss (who, for the record, hates your guts) assigns an impossible task as a way to get you fired, you do everything in your power to make a kid happy. Even if that does include getting face to face with the most hated man in the city.

word count: 1919

warnings: cursing probably

notes: this was a prompt from somewhere, i dont remember because i saw it so long ago. also im grounded rn so all i can do is pop on and post, i’m sorry that i can’t check requests!

[Part 2]

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You stumble through the doors of the Avengers tower, water puddling at your feet and your hair covering your view. You push your hair away hastily, smiling sheepishly at the receptionist who looks thoroughly annoyed that you possibly dripped water into her lobby. You step onto the mat by the front door, brushing water off of your jacket and pants before jogging over to the desk that the receptionist still eyes you warily. You flash a nervous smile, digging into your purse. You sigh in relief as you pull out your business and security card.

“Hi, I’m-”

“Hold on just a second,” her shrill voice causes you to pause as her bony finger holds up right in front of her purse. Your face flushes red and you nod with a tight lipped smile.

Today was a journey. You had been running everywhere attempting to find something, or shall you say someone, who was quickly showing that this mission would be impossible. You had checked all areas of previous sightings, even hacked into a newspaper’s database for witnesses – which you were guessing was highly illegal – and nothing was coming up. The Avengers Tower was a last resort, yet here you were, soaking wet in the middle of the lobby at the mercy of a very annoyed receptionist.

“Name and business?” her voice brings you out of your thoughts, her narrow eyes glaring into your soul.

“Oh, um,” you tell her your name, halting in your phrase as she types your name into some sort of database. “I’m with the Make a Wish Foundation with the intention to talk to-” you freeze for a moment, realizing you weren’t really looking for anyone in particular, “any of the Avengers.” You hand her your cards, watching quietly as her fingers dance across the keyboard, inputting some sort of information.

“It does not appear you have a scheduled meeting with any of the team members,” she says, looking over the rim over her glasses at the screen before glancing back to you. Your face falls at the mention of a meeting, internally cursing yourself for your carelessness. “Would you like me to schedule one?”

“When is the next available time?” you ask, biting the inside of your cheek. To be quiet honest, you were clueless in what to do. You were a low level employee for the foundation with no prior experience or training except in finance and material management. You had been given this task by your superior who absolutely hated your guts as he found it rather funny to see you struggling. It was a joke task that everyone knew you would never be able to complete, but you still had to try.

“In two months. There’s an opening for Hawkeye,” you groan at her high-pitched voice, putting your head down on the counter. You were going to lose your job and let a cancer patient lose their dream of meeting their most idolized person. Why they idolized him, you had no clue, but who were you to deny him of his Wish?

“Are you sure? I mean, if they have like ten minutes, that’s all I nee-”

“Ma’am,” the woman started, a strained smile stretching her mouth. “If you do not answer my question, I will be forced to ask security to remove you,” she said and you closed your eyes tightly, opening them slowly to stare at the woman, your jaw clenching.

“Listen, I have been on my feet for a solid eight hours. I have ran through the pouring rain all over the city. I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday. There is a kid sitting at a hospital right now, wondering why the person they idolize the most isn’t paying a five minute visit to make their day or help them get through the next surgery. So I’m sorry if I seem a little impatient, but I really need to talk to one of the Avengers,” I grit my teeth, the words spitting out aggressively.

Her eyes widen a fraction at your burst, soon squinting and leaning forwards to you. She grabs a small screen off of the counter, pressing buttons furiously. Realization washes over you and your face flushes bright red. Her mouth opens, prepared to yell something, before a booming voice causes both of you to jump.

“Miss Helda! How is your day?” you turn to see a huge mountain of muscles, topped with a bright smile and shoulder length blond hair. Your mouth drops at the sight of the god, shocked to see Thor – the thunder god – wearing sweats and walking around casually. Your face turns an even deeper shade of red at the sight of him if that’s even possible.

“Good evening, Thor,” the receptionist grumbles and you look at her, surprised at the tone she used with the hero. He only seems amused at her irritated attitude, laughing slightly at her scrunched face.

“What is this lovely lady doing here?” you look behind you, confused when you see no one behind you. You look back to the man who is staring directly at you, your eyes flying open in shock.

“Me?” you ask, pointing to yourself.

“Yes, you!” he laughs loudly and you freeze in surprise.

“She was just being escorted out,” Helda snaps, glaring at you. In the midst of the celebrity appearance, you had forgotten about your burst in the lobby, now being harshly reminded.

“Nonsense, she will join me,” he says, walking over to you and Helda with large steps. Helda mumbles something most likely about a pair of idiots and rolls her eyes at his antics, but seemingly unsurprised. Thor might possibly be a security risk, but nobody seems to be able to control him. Your feet feel as if they are bolted to the floor as the large golden retriever lumbers over to you.

His hand slaps on your shoulder, causing you to wince, but he practically drags you along, causing your feet to stumble and almost slip. You stay silent, unable to form any coherent words towards your blond savior in sweatpants. Once in the elevator, the huge god leans down towards your ear.

“Do not fret, mortal. I overheard your conversation. Helda is quite troubling, but all with good intent,” he whispers and you turn your head to him. “You also are able to talk, correct?” he asks, an amused smile on his face.

“O-oh yeah. Sorry, I’m just – You just possibly saved my job,” you blabber, cringing slightly as you realize how embarrassing your words were.

“Funny, people don’t usually say their job,” he says with a large smile, and before you can apologize, the doors slide open, displaying the lounge room that’s always displayed on the news or in random pictures on Instagram.

“Thor, where did you pu-” a voice sounds from your right and you whip your head to face blue eyes and short, blond hair. Your mouth opens widely, not expecting to come face to face with the living representation of righteousness. “Who is this?” he asks, an eyebrow raising at your wet appearance.

“This lady is with that organization that you grant genies,” Thor says, clearly pleased with himself.

“Wishes,” you say, clarifying the confusion between you and the Captain. “I work for the Make a Wish foundation,” you smile nervously, knowing that if anyone here was to shut down your request, it would be Captain America. The only way you could market this to him would be with pulling on his emotional strings.

“Hi, I’m Steve Rogers,” he says, holding out a hand and you introduce yourself, hesitantly shaking his hand. You smile, gulping at his iron grip. “Sorry, but do you mind me asking what you’re doing up here, ma’am?” he asks, his brows drawing together slightly. You stutter slightly, looking at the mountain of muscles that stands besides you.

“I – uh,” you start, unsure of what to say. You hadn’t expected to come so far. “I was assigned a Wish for a cancer patient by the name of Cody and he has a specific Wish that he would love to be filled by his idol,” you say, your heart rate rising.

“Usually they contact us through Tony,” Steve eyes you warily, glancing at your sopping clothes. Your ears go pink, a clear sign of embarrassment.

“About that,” you pause, biting the inside of your cheek, “you aren’t the people who this boy wants to meet.”

“Well then, what can we do to help?” he asks, content with your answer.

“I was hoping you can help me contact him,” you say, pulling a scrunched face. At the sight of Steve’s confusion, you huff. “To cut things short, I need you to help me contact Loki Laufeyson, your main enemy,” you sigh. Your words cause Steve’s jaw to tick and his gaze hardens.

“I don’t believe we can help with anything,” Steve looks over to Thor, giving him a slight nod. You meet Thor’s soft stare, as if some unknown emotion is triggered by the mention of his brother. His hand grips your upper arm, starting to pull you back to the elevator. Your eyebrows raise in panic and you immediately rip your shoulder back, wincing at the pain that shoots through your shoulder. Thor’s eyes train on you, surprise filling his expression.

“Hold on, before you take me away, please just hear me out,” you look into Steve’s eyes, your eyes narrowing. “I know how it sounds, but I really need to find Loki. This kid is in the final stages of his condition and he doesn’t have very long. My boss gave me the assignment because everyone but me has given up on this kid. I am not about to let this eight year old kids dream fall through because a man in spandex and sparklers over here is refusing to contact their emo teenage arch nemesis. If you are hesitant because of the kids safety, do remember how many kids you put in danger every time you decide to bust a couple random gun dealers. He may not even accept, I don’t know, but I sure as hell won’t let you get in the way of the one thing that may still matter to this kid,” you bite out, not realizing that in the process you had stood up straighter and had almost backed Steve into a wall. His mouth had fallen open in the process, unable to get past the fact that a woman in the soaking and seemingly weak state she appeared had just stood up to the great Captain America.

“I like her,” a voice echoes and your head turns to see Tony Stark approaching you, his ridiculous glasses on.

“Why do you have your glasses on, its dark outside?” you ask, your nose scrunching up.

“Hangover, dear. It knocks down the strongest,” he says and you nod stiffly.

“Now, let’s go contact reindeer games,” he smirks, turning around abruptly. You stare after him, surprised at his response. It takes a glance at you to shake you out of your state of shock. You run after him, trailing water in your wake.

Steve and Thor stare after you, watching as you turn the corner. Steve looks to Thor and notices his entranced expression, laughing slightly.

“Thor, you have Jane,” he reminds the god, and Thor turns to him with wide eyes.

“That’s her,” he says and Steve’s eyebrows furrow. “That’s who Loki’s going to marry.” Steve snorts and rolls his eyes, but Thor remains in place, his mind reeling.

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darlingnisi · 7 years ago

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Celebration Day 2 : VIP Edition

Part 1 Here!

Concert Screening

Part 2 of Show 2 Piano and a Microphone Gala (Shout out to that one time when he looked directly into the camera as he sang something and caused me to slide down in my chair a bit...Professor geeez!)

Iconography Panel Steve Parke Nancy Bundt Terry Gydesen

Nancy Bundt

She did the above photo

Was once offered a job to be art director for Jimmy Hendrix but turned it down because she was in college

First time shooting P was the 1984 birthday concert

There was a FABULOUS picture of Prince in a wide brimmed hat, shirtless, wearing a Pfunk flag around his neck. One arm had a net stocking and the other ripped nylon stocking. This look but a different view of just him with his arms up

Also shout out to the shirtless one that just showed the muscles in his back. Not my era visually, but I can appreciate art.

Terry Gydesen

Terry Gydsen did the pictures in the Sacrifice of Victor Book

Wasn’t a Prince fan before she worked for him

He won her over when he sat at a piano and played a classical sounding piece

Worked as Jesse Jackson’s photographer during his Presidential campaign in 1988

Got the traditional “can you come out and do a shoot tonight” call...she did not live in Minneapolis

Spent a month on the Act II tour in Europe

Was requested to take a picture of him in the mirror. She talked to herself while doing this and Prince thought it was funny

This was to be the original cover of the Sacrifice of Victor book

Steve Parke

This was shot in the NPG Music club

P made people delete pics of him at first when working on digitial, next day would say “can we get that one back?”

Changed his editing to just select ones he liked rather than one he didn’t like.

He asked Steve if he wanted to get in the water for these pics....Steve declined

Their general cadence was “meet down stairs, Prince is bored let’s get some shots.”

On the arboretum pics, they were taking some and heard some rustling in a nearby bush. Prince was ready to take off but Steve said “that guy doesn’t even know who you are! He’s here for the arboretum!”

Below is artwork before it was edited to be art for graffiti bridge. Prince saw and liked it, asked it to be edited to include characters from the movie. The GB version has Ingrid and Morris added, and the girl at the bottom’s face was edited to be Jill Jones. He had to sand out those areas and repaint them.

Q : How did you maintain your personal life while working with P?

Nancy - Took her husband with her on tour for 5 months. He was her assistant (ie held her legs while standing on chairs and other such things.) Back then they had time to be tourists in the cities they were in. Was not allowed to shoot aftershows.

Terry - There wasn’t a personal life. Mostly always on call for P. Was allowed to shoot aftershows. Told story of being by the stage taking pictures and P leaned over to tell her something she couldn’t hear. Eventually understood he was telling her to move around so she did...and got amazing pictures by doing things like climbing on railroad cars.

Steve - Was around all times of the day. Hans (a sound engineer) and him would try to leave and got called back...once they left and saw him driving toward Paisley in his Yellow BMW. Tried to lay low in their car to not be seen. Steve would get phone calls in the middle of the night while he was at home in Baltimore that were to the effect of “So that one line in the credits of that album, can we take this name out and put someone else in?” Generally would be woken out of a deep sleep and would have to call someone back to ask what he wanted again

After the panel was over, we took pictures with Wally.

Dance Panel

Maya Mclean 2005+ Nandy Mclean 2005+ Tomisina Tate (Geneva) 2000-2003

The whole panel was Q&A

Q : Did you have a part in choreography? Tomasina : He asked if she did her own choreography. She generally worked with choreographers and did not come up with her own. He told her “you’ll get broke off...” (meaning he’d pay her more). She learned how to do choreography, lol.

Maya and Nandy : Fatima did some of their early stuff, but they took over from there. They’d show Prince their routines, and he’d make changes as needed after.

Q : What have you done since working with Prince Nandy : Film/TV behind the scenes. Executive produced Breakfast Can Wait with Maya. Did Photography she took this picture among others :

Worked on TV shows (Westworld), working on an Etta James movie (script in progress), is a life coach.

Tomisina : Danced for others. Noted that he really brought her out of her shell. She didn’t sing much and he had her sing background on you got the look one day unexpectedly. Was in different singing groups later and danced for J Lo. Had a baby with her husband (Larenz Tate). Often baked treats for him and later his fellow cast members. Now runs an online bakery.

Maya : Released an album (with Nandy) also in film/tv (production assistant, second AD), also a life coach

Q : How did you meet Prince? Maya/Nandy : Fatima audition. THEIR FIRST PROJECT FOR HIM WAS FILMING A VIDEO FOR INCENSE AND CANDLES!!!! ALERT ESTATE ALERT!!! TROT THAT OUT IMMEDIATELY!!!!

Tomisina : Recieved a phone call to audition for Celebration in 2000. She was the only one there to audition when she arrived. Spent several days just hanging out, playing basketball, etc. She kept asking when she’d audition, he’d say “soon”. One day an hour before one of his Friday parties he said “U ready?” she had to dance for a jam session. Was nervous because she usually needs time to know what songs the schedule, etc. Wasn’t chosen to do the Celebration run but she did the Hitnrun tour.

Q : What did you take away from your time with Prince that you apply to your life?

Maya : Got a 2AM call from P “Hi. Whatever you say is true”. His voice sounded different so she didn’t recognize it. It sounded higher to her and he was out of breath. He said “I’ve been dancing in my mirror.” The message though was that whatever you say manifests so be careful with the words and energy you put out.

Nandy : When they were about to hit the stage for a show he said “I want you to be present”. Message there that thinking too far ahead or thinking about the past causes anxiety that makes you miss out on what you’re experiencing in the moment.

Tomisina : It was a turning point in his life so he was learning a lot. When leaning, he wanted to teach. She was easy going and didn’t like to be told what to do and was like “yeah yeah I get it” or “oh God I can’t take it anymore” Once she got older, a lot of what he’d said started to click. Also nobody called him Prince, just “dude” “dude is coming” “dude is back”. Overall though, she learned that there are NO excuses..and he brings something out of you that you didn’t know you had. (She idolized Cat and Mayte and wondered why he chose her.) He also taught her how to hear and appreciate music differently. (She teared up during this).

Q: Superbowl halftime show...which twin was it? Maya.

Q : What was his touch like?

Maya : She never had a sexual attraction to him except one time when they were in the NPG music club room and he was covering Elvis’s Teddy Bear on piano.

Tomisina : “Ya’ll assume a lot.” She’d just met her future husband when she started working with Prince and was totally infatuated with him. P and Tomisina had a brother/sister relationship and she seemed annoyed about this question. “ I was there for DANCE” eyeroll

They all commented that he had beautiful hands though.

Q : What is the second most joyful memory you have of Prince?

Nandy : His laugh “HAAAAAAAAA” Tomisina : Practical Jokes Maya : “If you and your sisters were dogs, you’d be scottish terriers. If I was a dog, what would I be? AND DON’T SAY CHIHUAHUA!”

Prince on the Big Screen

So have seen this concept a few times now and the first few times were jarring to be honest. (Slightly traumatic the first time October 2016, tbh) but this was really REALLY well done! You know how you’re at a concert but you can’t see well so you look at the screen instead sometimes? It was like that so it was very strange to look at the stage and not see him, as present as his voice sounded. The live band part really added to the experience...to watch a Prince concert without that accompaniment would have seemed incorrect since he was so much about “real music by real musicians”....a point they were sure to call out with him saying this during the intro. They also had a clip of him talking about a certain day he would celebrate...you know the one....

Important news about this though? They will tour it 2019. 10 for 10 would go again, and take anyone who did not get to go to a Prince concert for the shared experience. It’s the closest you’re going to get! For a taste, the concert was said to be a shortened version of a North Carolina show. We’ve seen parts of it like this :

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And here’s the finale of Purple Rain (out of order with the actual setlist)

vimeo

The entire concert was Prince being an absolute professional. He was cool/sexy/smooth and less of his goofy side to me. Had me on my toes like “Yes Professor” obeying every direction he gave us! Lol...

Part 3 here!

#Prince #Prince Celebration 2018 #Purple Homecoming 2018

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shadowsof-thenight · 7 years ago

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Blood on her hands: Chapter 3

Inspired by prompt

Wrote the final chapter first (prompt is in there) and wanted to post only that, but decided it needed it’s back story.

Summary :

When Sophia met Steve, everything seemed to fall into place. They just matched. They laughed, they talked for hours. But when tragedy strikes, everything seems to fall apart. Will they get through it together?

Words: 1817

Warnings: Angst, violence

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Months went by and Sophia still could not wipe the smile of her face. She and Steve had been going strong ever since that first, interrupted, date. He was gentle and kind and tremendously funny when he got comfortable around people. He had been a true gentleman and Sophia felt blessed for having met him. He made her happier than she thought she would ever be.

Sure, it had not all been sunshine and daisies. Sometimes he would have to cancel their plans for a mission. Which, while she understood, still really sucked. And whenever they went out, he would have to disguise himself, or they would be hounded by people who wanted to talk to Captain America. And as much as she tried to be understanding of those people, she had been one of them after all, it was still hard. It made their relationship anything but typical. And it was never boring.

They had not had any big arguments. And whenever they did have a disagreement, making up was so fun, they quickly forgot about it.

Sophia knew they had been lucky in terms of his job. Steve had not gotten too many long missions and was around quite often. Zoe and Janet had taken a liking to him rather quickly and the other avengers had treated Sophia with nothing but kindness. They had quickly accepted her and played pranks on her, as much as they did on each other.

Things were good.

Tonight, in honour of their six month anniversary, Steve was taking her out to dinner. He had planned to take her to the diner where they'd had their first date. Followed by a nice walk through Brooklyn.

Sophia couldn't wait. Dinner would be nice, surely, but it was the walk she longed for. Steve often let his guard down a little during those walks. Telling her about his dreams for the future. Things he wanted to happen, things he wanted to see. She loved listening to him as he spoke of these dreams. The world at their feet and every opportunity to take flight.

Of course his future wasn't as open en free as those conversations would imply. They both knew that. Still it was nice to dream, and dream together.

Steve took her hand in his, as they walked across the Brooklyn bridge, and kissed the back of it. She smiled at him. They were walking to the middle of the bridge as they had done many times, to enjoy the view from there. It was a chilly night and Sophia pulled her scarf closer around her neck. On the bridge, wind was always a little tougher to avoid.

“Are you cold?” Steve asked as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him.

“Just a little, I'll be fine” she said, leaning into his chest, “I'll never get sick of this view” she added as she looked up at the starry sky. On the bridge, away from the many city lights, it got a little easier to see the stars. Of course, it wasn't the same as, for instance, the starry sky in the Australian outback, but it was beautiful nonetheless. She could only imagine the amount of stars they would be able to see if all the lights of the city would be turned off.

“Neither can I” Steve said, but he wasn't looking at the stars. Sophia laughed and pushed him a little.

“So cheesy” she said and hugged Steve close.

“You know you love it” Steve said, holding her close to him and kissing the top of her head.

“I do. And I love you” she said as she looked into his eyes.

“I love you too” he replied and placed a tender kiss on her lips.

Behind Steve a light flickered on and off, but they paid it no mind. It wasn't until Sophia saw a bat swinging towards Steve's head that they noticed that they were no longer alone on the bridge.

She screamed and Steve turned around to stop their attacker.

They were quickly overrun by a group of attackers and as Steve tried to keep Sophia between him and the railing, the attackers closed in on them.

They had come prepared and knew just how Steve fought. Countering many of his moves and pushing him, and Sophia, back towards the streets of Brooklyn.

There, the open space was no friend to them and men were able to pull Sophia away from Steve.

She kicked and screamed as best she could, fighting to stay close to Steve, just as he fought to get to her. But to no avail. They were stronger than Sophia and in large numbers. Even Steve could not fight his way through quickly. And quick he had to be. Seemingly out of nowhere a van appeared and Sophia was unceremoniously pushed inside, her shoes falling off in the process.

Steve shouted after her and started running after the van, while calling for Tony with his phone. Tony had luckily installed his number as quick dial number one. Steve could type that in blindly. Which helped him keep his eyes on the van in front of him.

It took Tony less that five minutes to have several people joining Steve on the ground, while he and Sam took off for an areal view of Brooklyn. However, no matter how quick they had been, nor how fast Steve had run, the van was gone. And so was Sophia.

It took some coaxing to get Steve back to their quarters to device a plan. Steve wanted to keep running, his anger getting the better of him and his common sense lost.

It wasn't until Natasha smacked him over the head that he stood still. Looking at her with surprise on his features.

“Good” she said, “now that you've snapped out of it, lets make a plan” she said and he solemnly nodded as he followed her to her car. Above them, redwing was still scouring the sky in search of the van that held Sophia.

He stepped in and let her drive them back to the tower. Natasha let him sit in silence. She knew he would not be ready to talk. And there was nothing she could offer up to make this better. Not yet.

As soon as Steve and Natasha walked into the conference room, he was met by de rest of the avengers. Tony had put several maps on display and was talking people through his idea for a grid search. He was already sending small teams off and looked up to meet Steve's eye.

“Steve, I teamed you up with Nat and Sam. Hope you're okay with this” Tony said carefully, knowing full well that the captain usually took charge. He also knew that Steve was in no mental state to think strategically. Steve just nodded and left the room.

He quickly walked towards the elevator and took it down to the armoury. Here he got into his cap suit and grabbed guns and his shield. Before he was done strapping everything on, Natasha and Sam joined him and got ready to leave for their part of the grid search.

The next three weeks the Avengers searched the larger part of New York state and some of New Jersey as well. Quickly it became clear that there were actually three possible compounds that Sophia could be held at. Hydra bases. That Hydra was involved had been Steve's biggest fears. Bucky was a prime example of just how ruthless they were.

The avengers each took turns in scouting all three places to determine where Sophia was most likely to be held. Steve did everything in a bit of a blur. His team-mates pulled him through it, while he went crazy with worry. He was never the kind of guy to worry about things he did not know, but his knowledge of Hydra actually scared him more than he would care to admit. He did not know what they were doing to her, but he knew very well that it would be bad.

In the mean time Sophia was going out of her mind. She had no idea how much time had passed as she was held in the dark. She had been prodded and beaten and even water boarded. Her body felt heavy and her mind was sluggish. Even if she managed to get off the table she was on, there was no way she would get out of this room without falling down. She knew that there was no escaping this hell on her own.

After the last beating she took, she had passed out and she had only just woken up. She was slowly trying to take in her surroundings. They had switched her to a different room. Before there had been a mirror in the room. She had assumed it had been a two way mirror and that her attackers, whoever they were, had been watching her endure the torture they ordered for her. Probably a bit of a sport for these people, she thought sarcastically.

She was wondering why they had moved her, when someone in a hazard suit walked in. Without saying anything they simply took her temperature, checked some vitals and drew blood. Sophia tried to find a face behind the mask, but it was too dark in the room. The only light in the room now coming of the flash light the other person was wearing on it's head.

She tried to speak, but found her throat too sore to do so. She imagined she would not have gotten any answers any way. They had been ignoring every word she said and every sound she made, ever since they took her.

They had not asked her any questions either, which she had expected. After all why did they take her of not to get information on Steve and the avengers? It's not like she could have told them anything, but they didn't know that, right?

Instead of questions she had immediately been thrown in a dark room where the humidity was so high that there seemed to be a mist hanging. The mist had nearly chocked her, when they first threw her in the room. Seemingly engulfing her whole and clinging to her.

When they took her out a short time later, she felt different. Like the humidity still clung to her skin. That feeling hadn't left yet. She could still feel it, along with all the bruises and needles marks that covered her body. Water, clinging to her skin. Beating to the drum of her heartbeat.

A tear fell from her eye, sliding down the side of her face, just passing her ear, before landing on the table beneath her. Everything hurt and all hope was quickly fading.

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magicalgirlfan666 · 4 years ago

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Sky x FemReader: Can't Last Years Later

I couldn't think of anything else to title this.

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It's been years since I broke it off with Sky and moved on with my life, we never got back in touch with one another obviously cause if we had I know for a fact neither of us would be strong enough to resist the other, and I was serious when I told Flora that I would break it off and I meant it.

Even now that I am much older and with another person, I still wouldn't be able to, kind of sad right? And wrong to the person I'm with... Steve; a kind, well-meaning man who has been nothing but good to me and I love him, maybe not like I did Sky but it's there and it's enough.

And so far we've been good, I have a child with him, he is about 7 and a pretty happy little boy. I love him more than anything in this world which is funny.

Because I never thought that I would love anyone more than Sky but to be fair the love I have is Motherly love so maybe that's not a good comparison?

As for Sky, I don't know I tried to avoid anything to do with him even the news because it was just too painful seeing him and thinking about how it could have been with us if things went differently but they didn't and now we live separate lives with different people.

I was cooking while I waited for Sora to get back from his school trip, Steve was helping me set up which I told him he didn't have to but he did it regardless.

I smiled softly feeling happy with my life and how things are going so far, it may not have been how I thought that it would be but it was good enough and considering how things went it feels like more than I deserved.

I still feel guilty about the whole affair, Diaspro may not have been the nicest person but she didn't deserve to be lied to and cheated on.

I'm just glad she doesn't know, ignorance is bliss and she should have that not because I don't want anyone to know, I could really care less if they thought poorly of me but it would hurt her and bad. It would ruin Sky, it would do all the things that I didn't want which is why I left.

I was almost finished when I received a call but Steve was the one to answer it since I was too busy when the call ended he looked concern which was worrying me. "Steve, what's wrong?"

"They lost Sora..." My eyes widen as the things I was holding up with my magic came crashing down as we immediately went to where the trip took place. We searched like crazy trying to find him like the worried parents we were.

It took me a while till we wised up and tracked him down using a tracking spell, it took some time but we finally found him. He was chatting away with some girl around his age. As we rushed over to him shouting his name, he looked shocked.

"Mom? Dad? What are you doing here?" He hopped off of the fountain, taking a few steps over to us but not all the way since we did that for him.

"What were you thinking!? Breaking off from the group like that" I semi-shouted with worry dripping from every word falling from my lips.

He looked slightly ashamed as he rubbed his elbow but before he could apologize to the girl he was with got up and spoke for the first time since we arrived. Her blonde locks following after her, her blues eyes shining with sincerity.

"I am truly sorry for the trouble I caused, you see it was my fault, we bumped into one another and he had mentioned how it was his first time being here and I just had to show him all the wonderful things his tour was missing out on, I didn't mean for him to be gone for so long" I stared at her wondering where have I seen her from before, she looked familiar but I'm pretty sure this is our first meeting.

"I uh" I wasn't sure how to react I mean she genuinely seemed like she just wanted to show him around and that's not too bad but breaking him off from the group was just wrong and reckless but how can I really blame what a six or seven-year-old child? When the teachers should have kept a better eye on the two.

I sighed while trying to smile but I don't think I did a good job at it."It's fine well not really but I'll let it slide just don't do it again..?" She smiled happily as she got why I paused seemly happy to introduce herself.

" Lilola Amorea" She curtsy as she said her name still with a smile gracing her lips.

I frowned cause I don't remember Sora having any classmates with that name while she did mention that they bumped into one another but I assumed that still meant she was part of the tour? Well, it still could but the best way to find out is to ask.

"Are you in Sora's class?" She shook her head.

"No ma'am I just happen to be here on a trip with my family" I looked around trying to spot them but found no one that looked like they could be related to her.

"Where are they" She placed a hand over her mouth, blocking it from view.

"I may have ditched them in favor of spending time with Sora" She glanced off to the left.

"You real-" Steve was interrupted as he was about to speak by a very familiar voice, one I never wanted to hear again for as longed as I lived interrupted.

"Liola! Why did you run off? We were worried sick" He said and with each word, he was stepping closer and closer until he finally made it by the young woman's side as she smiled not looking guilty in the slightest over her actions.

"Hello daddy, I would like you to meet my new friend Sora" She placed her hand onto Sora's shoulder Sky looked over to him and had a similar look that I had when I looked at his daughter so I'm guessing he's noticing some similarities that Sora has to me though he mostly looks like his Father, he does share some of my aspects.

I quickly hid behind my boyfriend Steve trying not to draw any attention to myself but let's face it when you moved as fast as I did and are now hiding behind someone that's pretty attention-grabbing.

He looked over to me confused as I tried avoiding his field of vision."Uh is there a reason you are hiding Mrs?"

"I think she's just a little nervous seeing a king is all" Steve kindly spoke to Sky for me.

"She shouldn't be, I know it's cliche but I'm really not all that different and I would like it if we could act like regular people," He said all of this with such genuine meaning behind his words and I knew he meant it for obvious reasons.

But I still couldn't show myself to him I just don't want things to go downhill, I'm not sure what he will do, would he ask me to take him back?

I would do so if he did, in a heartbeat and I couldn't bear doing that to Steve.

I shook my head which I was sure he could see and I heard him sigh and I could tell he had a disappointed look but was still trying to hold up a smile on his face, "Well if that's what you wish, let's go Lilola Your Mother is worried sick about you" I heard the girl's heels click as she moved closer to her Father.

"Okay Daddy, farewell Sora I hope to see you again sometime soon" I peaked and saw her waving to my son happy as he returned the gesture and from the corner of my eye I thought I saw for a split second Sky tensing up but when I shift a little to get a better look, checking to see if it was my imagination he looked normal as he smiled a close eye smile as the pair walked off.

"Alright buddy let's get you back home," Steve said taking hold of our son who cheerfully asked what we were having for dinner.

"Well, your Mother just learned an earth recipe from your Aunt Bloom and she wanted to try it out though I can't remember what it was called" Sora seemed to take interest in it when he learned about it being an earth meal and excitedly exclaim how he couldn't wait to try it.

While we were walking to the transport I couldn't help but look back to where Sky once was, was it my imagination? Did Sky really tense up? I really hope I was just seeing things I would hate to think that while I peaked out he might have seen me?

Well even if he did thankfully he didn't do anything about it so everything should be fine, I can go back to just living my life with my family.

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Since I couldn't find anything on that name I'm pretty sure I made it up why? because I had a hard time finding a name that meant lost love so I took Lilo which is suppose to mean lost and Amore which means love and just combined the fuck out of them, was that a good idea? Probably not but since they live in a magical realm with multiple worlds and shit let's just say it's a legit name k?

#Winx Club #Sky #Reader insert #Squeal

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fearofaherobrine · 8 years ago

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Roleplay Server Log #155

“Alexis the Sleeper, Talk of Coronations”

-Before long the castle comes into view. Steve is outside in the garden picking cocoa pods.

[Herabrine] Sneaks up on him and hits him with a little ball of water.

[Steve] YOW! That's cold! Herabrine!

[Herabrine] snickers. -Where's Doc?

[Steve] Creep - Is patting himself off with a wool square- Look up.

-The big yellow dragon is laying like a limp ribbon, draped over the corner of the castle roof with hir tail hanging down.

[Herabrine] Lazy ass.

[Steve] Hey, xe was up all night. They usually are.

[Stevie] Comes from the direction of the carrots carrying a web root- Other Steve! Look what I found!

[Steve] Oh hey, let me see that. This is a really special plant Stevie. It's actually a type of medicine. Don't ever eat these okay?

[Stevie] - Okay!

[Herabrine] I remember those. They do weird shit.

[Steve] Yeah it has some side effects. They still work though.

[Stevie] Sees Alexis- Hi pretty lady!

[Alexis] - Hi Stevie!

[Steve] We've had some fun, he stayed the night and we mined together. Show Alexis what you found Stevie.

[Herabrine] And now you're gardening. Wheee....

[Stevie] Pulls out a bit of gold, lapis, red stone, and a lot of coal and cobble- See!

[Alexis] - Wow, that's a good haul!

[Herabrine] Mimes a yawn

[Steve] He killed a big spider too.

[Alexis] - That's so awesome! Good job!

[Stevie] - It was super big!

[Herabrine] So if I throw something at Doc, what do you think the chances are they'll fall off the roof?

[Steve] Don't do that....

[Alexis] - Well we kinda need them to give me a once over...

[Herabrine] Whatever. I'll just give em a good poke. - Flies up and gives Doc a hard shove on the snout.

[Doc] Meeeeeehhhhh Whaaat? WHOAH! - Xe flops sideways and manages to catch hirself on the random protrusions of cobble on the walls

[Doc] Slides slowly down to the ground ripping down a ton of vines and flopping on the patio - Whhhhhhhyyyyy?

[Herabrine] You're needed.

[Stevie] Giggles-

[Steve] Shakes his head. - Brines.

[Alexis] - Hello Doc

[Doc] Yawns, xe curls around into a snaky knot and changes back into hir human shape before flopping down on the bench under the giant mushroom- Something on your mind Alexis?

[Alexis] - Well I was wondering if you could go over my code. I was with the other Alex's today and it dawned on us that there could be something harmful in my code

[Doc] Is a now a bit more awake - Harmful how?

[Alexis] - Uh, well you see, I was made by the NOTCH that tried to remove CP

[Doc] Shit.... really? Do you think.. you were made as some kind of distraction for Stevie?

[Herabrine] No I think she might be programmed to stab Cp in the back if she tries to ally with him. She seems predisposed to hate brines.

[Alexis] - What Stevie and I were told was that I was to be a companion for him. and it's more like I can't let go of hate if someone done something harmful to me

[Doc] Well there's nothing wrong with having emotions. Lots of people find it hard to forgive.

[Herabrine] That's bullshit, but it explains a lot. Do you actually love him? Or you just think you should?

[Steve] Was listening in- Our Alexsezia came second too, but she was supposed to be a more perfect being then the Steves. She was supposed to be entirely self-sufficent.

[Doc] That would explain why the other Alex's are ace, but you aren't, Alexis.... If find out that you're just programmed to love him, do you want that removed?

[Alexis] - I... I don't know...

[Doc] I can't make that decision for you Alexis. I feel bad sometimes that Deerheart is in that same boat, but I have to believe her love for me is real because she was generated as a response to the love I was already giving to what created her.

[Alexis] - I was told I was a companion, that doesn't mean lover all the time. So maybe my love is real?

[Herabrine] You've been alone for a long time now, are you content at all?

[Steve] I was made to be a companion too Alexis, but my love took time to grow. We didn't even know it was the case until later.

[Alexis] - No, I'm not content, my heart hurts without him...

[Stevie] - You're hurt?

[Steve] Sometimes when people hurt Stevie, it's not visible. They just feel sad and it's uncomfortable.

[Doc] Then I'll just take a look - Xe puts down a command block and moves one of Alexis hands onto the surface to begin scanning her

[Doc there's a sudden widening of hir eyes that only Hera spots and xe quickly copies a file from Alexis's code and deletes the original before anyone else sees.

[Herabrine] Gives Doc a hard stare.

[Doc] Well, there's not much here, I think your problem is mostly emotional. It's hard to forgive and forget. I do know one thing that will make you feel better though. - types- Deerheart can I borrow your Shaymin? I'm outside near BEN's old froom.

[Deer] - I'm on my way

[Deer] Arrives with Shaymin in her arms-

[Doc] Thank you my love. Now this little dude has shown all kinds of talent for reclaimation. Try holding them Alexis, see how you feel.

[Alexis] Gently takes Shaymin- I already feel calmer

[Steve] Hedgehog bush. That little critters so cute.

[Doc] It wouldn't hurt you to visit Sweet Alex and bug her for one of her magick hugs either.

[Alexis] - I wouldn't want to intrude...

[Herabrine] BAH. She loves company.

[Stevie] Is picking some flowers-

[Doc] She's right, Gk never sleeps there, but he's over there constantly, Enderbro too.

[Herabrine] That's cause he prefers sleeping in his dragon form even if he has to do it outside.

[Doc] Well it is comfy.... It's much harder to accidentally get in a pose where you wake up cramped and sore.

[Alexis] Is feeling very calm holding the Pokemon-

[Stevie] Ruins back over with s handful of flowers and holds them out to Alexis- Here you go pretty lady!

[Steve] Kinda looks like he might cry.

[Doc] Stevie... could you come over here? I want to give you a quick once over too. Just put your hand here.

[Alexis] Smiles at Stevie and takes the flowers- Thank you Stevie

[Stevie] Looks at Doc- Okay!- He runs over and puts his hand down

[Doc] Run a quick scan and then does it again before speaking- Okay, your code is clean, and you're healthy as a horse. Thank you Stevie, you can go play some more.

[Stevie] - Yay!- He runs off to play by the pond

[Doc] Casually- Has anyone seen Cp today?

[Herabrine] Yeah, he's banging Lie.

[Doc] well then.

[Alexis] Blushes a little, remembering what they saw-

[Alexis] - Hera had quite the laughing fit over it

[Herabrine] He was naked and angry, it was funny as fuck.

[Doc] Seen that one a few times myself.

[Alexis] - I mean, he's really not that bad to look at...

[Doc] Turns a bit pink - well... he is good in bed. Not nearly as nice as being with someone who actually loves me, but technically proficent.

[Herabrine] What the fuck Doc?!

[Steve] Last to know huh Herabrine?

[Deer] - Lie was there too

-Above them an honesty flitter is sunning itself on the remains of the vines-

[Doc] Yeah, but I didn't do anything with her, she was just.... on me. - Turning red-

[Alexis] - I have thought about trading Stevie with the thought I'd a threesome's with either one of them... Not exactly sure how it would work...

[Doc] You want to fuck Cp? He's awfully territorial. He was more okay with me violating his rump them touching his wife.

[Alexis] - I SAID TEASING! NOT DOING!

[Herabrine] What the hell is wrong with both of you?!

[Steve] Is looking around-

[Alexis] - I don't know... So you said my coding was okay Doc?

[Doc] OH. Yes... you're fine.

[Alexis] - Your sure there's nothing harmful there?

[Doc] Is visibly straining - No, you're fine now!

[Deer] - Are you okay love?

[Alexis] - What do you mean by now?

[Doc] I... I have to go! I'll talk to you later Alexis! - runs inside

[Herabrine] Stomps after hir-

[Alexis] - Weird...

[Stevie] - Look! Flitter!

[Steve] Narrows eyes. - hmmm... Maybe you should go check on your mate Deerheart.

[Deer] - Got it, it was good seeing you Alexis

[Alexis] - Same, take care

[Herabrine] Following Doc - Get back here dammit!

[Deer] Rushes after them-

[Doc] Darts down a ladder and into a lower room full of armor stands. Xe's panting lightly.

[Deer] Catches up to Hera- Hold on Hera, where did xe go?

[Herabrine] Down there! You go first.

[Deer] Pokes her head down- Love? What's wrong?

[Doc] Is leaning on the counter red faced and furious - I'm gonna kill that fucking NOTCH.

[Herabrine] Which one?

[Deer] - What is it love?

[Doc] It was everything in me not to tell her what that... animal did to her....

[Herabrine] Growls- what did you find? I saw that face.

[Doc] Spits the words furiously - it was two exe commands and a set of floating coordinates I recognized. Laid there when she was made. Her own fucking unwillingness to have anything to do with Cp saved her life.

[Deer] - What exactly do you mean love?

[Doc] I MEAN, I mean... geeze.... if she would have made a contract with him, and entered into his space... his agreements have their own codes to change behaviorial parameters... it would have triggered the commands.

[Herabrine] English or binary please!

[Doc] If the contract were done and she was in his inner sanctum it would have fired off the exe commands. One of them would have... deleted her. The other would have spawned a Wither on the same coordinates. Both eliminating her for being a traitor to her NOTCH and causing serious damage to CP and his base.

[Doc] I want to kill him. Just twist him up and wring every drop of code out of his miserable shape.

[Deer] - But doesn't CP control his withers?

[Doc] Not a freshly spawned one, and this was double size with the mob griefing parameters doubled as well.

[Herabrine] Is speechless.

[Deer] -Why... Why is this necessary? What would drive a NOTCH to do this?

[Doc] What would drive him to destroy a happy family?

[Deer] - Should we tell CP?

[Doc] Yes. I'm going to make good on my promise to help him. I think he'll be just as mad as I am

[Deer] - Well, perhaps we should give him a bit more time first...

[Deer] - Oh and love, it probably would have been easier to lie to Alexis if there hadn't been an honesty flitter there

[Doc] You're right as usual and it's dumb to run off half-cocked, but I am quite pissed right now.

[Herabrine] THEN we go kill him

[Deer] - But we don't know where he is

[Doc] We know he frequents Cp's server. Nether we could probably use Cp as bait.

[Deer] - He wont like that...

[Doc] He never likes anything, that's nothing new.

[Herabrine] But this guy nearly destroyed Cp. You're gonna need an army.

[Doc] But Cp already has an army and that didn't help him at all.

[Deer] - But he didn't have more brines

[Herabrine] I wonder if you could frame him for something so Slender would kick his ass for us?

[Doc] That's incredibly devious Hera.

[Deer] - Wouldn't Slender already know?

[Doc] Know about what?

[Deer] - The NOTCH

[Doc] Know what, that he hurt Cp? I have no idea. If he knows it raises the question of why Slender hasn't already killed him in retailiation for hurting CP.

[Deer] - CP could have his reasons

[Doc] To conceal his identity? You mean because he still was unsure about what had happened? Well he knows now that the person who betrayed him wasn't his real father at all, so he certainly has no reason to keep it a secret now. Unless it's just a petty revenge thing where he wants to be the one to make the kill.

[Deer] - We wont get very far speculating when we could just ask him

[Doc] Do you think they're done... having their intimate time yet? He won't tell us squat if he's angry.

[Herabrine] It's been several hours....

[Deer] - Then lets go

[Herabrine] Is already up the ladder.

[Doc] Hugs Deerheart briefly, just because xe's still upset and then follows.

[Deer] - I'll stay here to keep an eye on Stevie

[Doc] Okay, Steve probably needs a break anyway.

[Herabrine] You coming or what?

[Doc] Yeah yeah.

[Doc] Seems to be lagging behind a bit, because xe's still fuming and unsure how to tell Cp.

[Herabrine] Drags hir along faster.

[CP] Is curled around his naked and satisfied wife- Why don't you sleep?

[Lie] - No, I told you, I don't want to sleep after what I've just been through...

[CP] Huffs a little before holding his wife a bit closer- Alright, then we'll just rest like this

[Doc] Gets under the bridge and paces a few small circles thinking what to say.

[Herabrine] Yells- HEY CP!

[CP] Groans and yells back- WHAT!?

[Doc] I need to talk to you. It's important.

[CP] Groans again and slips out of the bed, pulling some pants on. He steps out onto the bridge and looks over the edge- What is it now?

[Doc] I have to show you this. - Xe holds up a small digital file. - I.... I found it hidden in Alexis's programming.

[CP] Jumps down- In Alexis' files?

[Doc] I gave her a checkup, her first. I didn't tell her I found it. I just made a copy and deleted it from her.

[CP] - Can I see it? Or will it set something off?

[Doc] No, It was specific to her. It won't work outside her coding.

[Herabrine] Her unwillingness to trust you may have saved both your lives Cp.

[CP] Reaches out and takes the file, he stiffens after reading over it. A look of panic crosses his face- I need to go...

[Doc] Snags his wrist - Don't! Don't go alone. I promised to help you do this. I'm angry too, but this has been simmering for years. We need a plan.

[CP] - Doc, what about Stevie?

[Doc] I checked him. He's clean. And Endrea can't have anything or it would have fired off already. I think it was specifically designed to punish Stevie if he made up with you. To kill you and take away the help-meet that was made for him.

[CP] Still a bit panicked- Or to push us farther apart...

[Doc] Exactly. It's horrible and it makes me physically ill to think about it.

[Herabrine] Is now obviously puffed up since it was her idea to send Alexis to Doc.

[Lie] Has pulled on CP's shirt and looks over the side of the bridge- Is everything okay down there?

[Doc] No... but it's something that's been wrong for a long time and I'm just now finding out about it.

[Lie] - More Insanity stuff?

[Doc] No. Cp's NOTCH left a nasty surprise inside Alexis and I removed it.

[Herabrine] Flies up to the bridge and whispers some specifics into Lie's ear.

[Lie] - That's horrible!

[Herabrine] Yeah. I agree. I think we should shred him like bad files.

[Lie] - But if CP and his army can't do it, then we'll need help

[Doc] Scuffs a boot in the dirt. - Too bad Slender hates me...

[CP] - He wouldn't be able to help anyways. I asked him about it when I first joined the pastas. The amount of energy he would let off would destroy my seed and everything in it.

[Doc] I was going to ask why Slender didn't kill him for you. Could we lure him to an empty one?

[CP] - It takes him awhile to find where we've moved to whenever I've moved seed

[Herabrine] Has a horribly evil look - Does Offenderman like guys? I bet he'd like a playtoy that can't die.

[CP] - No shit he does

[Doc] Turns white as a sheet -

[CP] - You fail to understand that I have seen him fuck furniture before

[Herabrine] Nearly falls off the balcony laughing.

[CP] - But I'd rather he be destroyed

[Doc] Even you're not that mean, huh? I guess that's good to know.

[CP] - Oh no, I'd just rather be sure he'd have no way of coming back

[Herabrine] He can't come back if he's held captive in Offenders fuck-dungeon Cp!

[CP] - I'd still rather not risk it!

[Doc] Have you ever tried to take him out with a computer virus?

[CP] - Yes, didn't work

[Doc] Damn... when your army goes up against him, what do they do? Just attack him physically and directly?

[CP] - Pretty much, but I only send in my strongest and most well trained mobs

[Doc] Excuse me for a moment. - types in the chat- Endrea? Are you anywhere near Lie's house?

[Endrea] - In the library

[Doc] I need to talk to you.

[Endrea] Looks at the baby dragons with her- Umm...

[Doc] And Ashe.

[Endrea] - What do you want with my child?'

[Doc] I have a tactical question and sometimes the best way to solve a difficult problem is to ask a child.

[Endrea] - Just a moment, GK? Can you babysit?

[GK] Is already playing with Willow and Oak. - Sure!

[Endrea] - Thank you, come on Ashe, Doc wants to see us

[willow and oak] -oak is trying to climb gk and willow is gumming his leg-

[Ashe] - Yes mama- He gets up and follows Endrea back to Lie's place

[Doc] Watches the big dragon land and walks up to her. - Endrea... I found something terrible in Alexis's code that was put there by the same NOTCH that made you. I need you to tell me and Ashe everything you know about him.

[Endrea] - I don't really remember much, he mostly left me to my own devices. I remember receiving my instructions to destroy CP and that death was a disappointment, but that I'd grow stronger each time. He didn't really have any contact with after the first time I grew up...

[Doc] I see. Ashe? Remember how I told you you should be a tactician, not a warrior?

[Ashe] - Uh-huh

[Doc] Is scribbling on a sheet of paper with a quill. - These are the parameters of the enemy and what's already been tried. I want you to think about it and come back to me or Cp with whatever ideas come to mind. No suggestion is stupid and even things that seem improbable might only need a little tweaking to become possible. Can you do that for me?

[Ashe] - Yeah!

[Doc] I'm sure you'll make everyone proud. Take your time and really plan it out too. Okay?

[Ashe] - Okay! But what if Oak and Willow get the papers?

[Doc] They'll eat them. Just keep them in your inventory when you're not reading or writing.

[Ashe] - Understood

[Endrea] Looks at Doc- Your planning on attacking that NOTCH?

[Doc] I've been promising to help Cp destroy him since I found out what he did to Cp and his family. I won't risk the server, but it will happen one way or the other.

[Endrea] - I will sit this one out, I cannot chance leaving my children and having to stay in an egg while they grow

[Doc] I wasn't going to ask. We have plenty of dragons and I'm not sure a full on assault will work anyway. I'm open to ideas, and everytime I talk to Ashe he seems to have gotten smarter. I thought he would be a good person to ask for a fresh perspective on the problem.

[CP] - I feel like I need to check in on my generals...

[Doc] I want to go with you.

[Herabrine] Can I come too?

[CP] - Why not- Makes an opening to his seed and steps through

[Doc] Trots after him-

[Lie] Sighs- Wait for me Hera, I'll come to in case I need to calm him down- Starts to head for the door

[Herabrine] Steps in and stops short, she's wobbling on her feet. - huuurk!

[Doc] Turns to check on her

[Lie] Steps through and notices Hera's condition- Hera?

[CP] Shuts the portal- WINSTON!

[Herabrine] What's wrong with this seed?! - She's turning her hands over and over and her shortness compared to the others is much more apparent.

[Lie] - It's a higher resolution, you're okay, it will take a bit of time to get used to

[Herabrine] I feel nauseated...

[Winston] Rushes in- Master? What's wrong?

[Herabrine] Drops a block and sits down heavily.

[CP] - I need you to send out a summons to the other generals, they are to gather immediately. We'll meet in the conference room

[Winston] - Yes sir- Winston quickly turns and rushes out to do as his master commanded

[Doc] Looks around as they wait. The room seems larger from hir human perspective.

[CP] Digs through a few drawers in his desk, gathering some blank papers and quills and ink-

[Lie] - CP, you'll need a shirt

[Doc] I'll fix it.

[Doc] Quickly copies what Lies wearing and hands him the copy

[CP] Pulls it on quickly- Alright, I think that's all I'll need... The Nether generals should pretty much already be gathered, but the Overworld generals will take a bit more time...

[Doc] Thinks for a moment and then copies hir own pants before offering them to Lie.

[Lie] - Hm? Oh! Thanks...

[Lie] - Hera? You gonna be okay?

[Doc] Best to look decent for Cp's officials.

[Herabrine] I just need to sit for a minute so I don't puke.

[Lie] - Okay, just let me know if you need anything- She pulls the copy of the pants on

[Herabrine] I could probably use a water bucket.

[Lie] Spawns one of hers- Drink it quickly before it heats and evaporates, we are in the Nether

[Herabrine] That wasn't why I wanted it! - She pours it out quickly and then turns away to throw up in it.

[Doc] Well that was considerate at least....

[Winston] Returns- Sir, the summons have all been sent

[Doc] Self-conciously checks hirself over and fluffs up hir hair.

[CP] - Good- He turns towards Doc and Hera and holds out a bundle of code- You'll probably want to at least be able to temporarily understand my generals during this in case you have anything to add

[Doc] Hesitates and then claps an eggshell around it instead of handling it directly.

[CP] - Really Doc?

[Herabrine] I can understand them already.

[CP] - Alright- He dismisses the bit of code

[Winston] Is standing there patiently-

[Doc] Holds it near hir ear - Winston, can you say something to me?

[Winston] - I don't understand why, but alright...

[Doc] That's perfect. Thank you.

[CP] - Winston, how many are already here?

[Herabrine] Has composed herself and hidden the bucket of sick under the nearby desk

[Winston] - The Nether Generals are all here as are Eliza, Samson, and Charles

[CP] - So we're just waiting on Zacharia, Samantha, and Magnolia...

[Winston] - Yes sir

[Lie] - CP, what do you expect to come of this?

[CP] - I don't know yet

[Doc] Takes up an honor guard pose beside Cp.

[CP] - We'll need to inform them of everything that has happened recently, and then start coming up with some tactics

[Doc] Will you tell them about... your father...?

[CP] Stiffens- I... I don't think it's necessary to let them know right now. They don't know yet that there were two... Well, other than Winston that is

[Doc] But the fact that some of the NOTCHs are peaceful might be important. And.... if they actually respect and care about you, it might fire them up to help more agressively. You're asking a lot of them.

[CP] - They hate this false NOTCH just as much as I do, they don't need to be more fired up

[Doc] It's up to you. They're your mobs and I do respect that.

[CP] - They don't need to know yet

[Lie] Comes up and places a hand on CP's arm-

[Herabrine] Forces herself back up again. - No way I'm missing this-

[CP] - We may as well head to the conference room now. Winston? Can you bring some more chairs?

[Winston] - I've already done so, you're mates seat is to your right

[CP] - Thanks

[Doc] Is there a place for me?

[Herabrine] Pushes herself off the floor and floats so her head is level with Cp's face. - I don't need a chair.

[Winston] - There is a seat for all of you

[CP] - It's there if you want Hera

[Herabrine] Nods and floats along behind them.

[Doc] Follows Winston - thank you

-They enter the large conference room, Endrea's usual spot has a few chairs placed in it. Most of the other chairs were filled with the generals-

[Doc] Finds a spot to sit and Herabrine joins hir quietly-

[Lie] Takes a seat to CP's right. Giselle notices and glares at Lie-

[Herabrine] Whispers to Lie - what's her damage?

[Lie] - She has delusions of being CP's mate

[Herabrine] A little too loud- Oh, so she's stupid. Got it.

[Giselle] Her glare now shifts to Hera- And who is this bitch Master?

[CP] - Don't start Giselle

[Herabrine] I'm Herabrine. And if your head isn't as full of gas as most ghasts; you'll take it down a notch.

[Giselle] Huffs- You have no right to talk to me like that little bitch, I'm a general, you look like a squeaker toy

[Herabrine] I'm a brine. You're just another mob flunky to me.

[Giselle] - Ah, but this isn't your seed tinker toy, so behave like the good little slut you are

[Herabrine] Slumps for a second - her astral form rushes forward like a ghost with steam boiling off of it and shoves Giselle with tremendous force into the opposite wall before snapping back.

[Giselle] - You little bitch!- Prepares to launch fire balls

[CP} - ENOUGH! Giselle you are toeing the line and I am this close to removing you from your station!

[Doc] Is holding the egg to hir ear - I would anyway. She's got some serious attitude issues.

[Giselle] - But Master!

[CP] - No Giselle, this is your last warning

[Doc] He's just not into you Giselle, you need to get over it.

[Giselle] Huffs but does go silent-

-The door creaks open and the last three generals enter and take their seats-

[CP] - Good, all of you are here now

[Eliza] - Master, why have we been summoned?

[Doc] Just turns quietly to Cp. Not wanting to shame him in front of his subordinates.

[Herabrine] sits back and puts her boots on the edge of the table

[CP] Takes a steadying breath- There has been a development regarding NOTCH, he apparently placed some code within Alexis which would have dealt damage to not only me, but this place as well

[Charles] - What sort of damage sir?

[CP] - A wither, not as large as the one I have, but it would have caused a lot of destruction

[Doc] Is wanting badly to say it's been taken care of, but not interrupt either

[CP] Mentally- Go ahead and chime in, I know you want to

[Doc] Stands with a bit of swirl in hir coat. - I've already removed the code. And I have scanned to see if Endrea or Stevie had the same and come up clean. I think it was specifically designed to assassinate Cp if Alexis betrayed her NOTCH and made a treaty with him. It would have also driven a further wedge between Cp and his brother and broken Stevies heart as Alexis would have been deleted in the process of the codes completion.

[Grayson] He is a huge lumbering pigman, standing almost as tall as CP- Why is that a bad thing? That wimp is useless anyways

[Lie] Actually growls a little-

[Doc] Stevie? No Steve is useless. And if you think they are, you haven't been on the receiving end of a really determined one. My friend Father Steve has and would again walk through fire for his Herobrine.

[Grayson] - They're dumb and stupid!

[CP] - Grayson, not now

[Doc] Then I hope your stubbornness and lack of knowledge doesn't cause your end someday.

[CP] Mentally- Remember, he may not be smart, but his kind judge their leader on sheer strength alone

[Doc] Sends a loud thought - then we'll have him visit us one day. Steve wrestles with TLOT regularly. He'll pick this piggy up and dump him in the bay.

[CP] - He can try

[Doc] Trust me, he can do it.

[CP] - Back to the matter at hand, how strong of forces do we have?- He listens patiently as each general lists off their available forces

[Herabrine] I thought you said a full on attack wouldn't work anyway?

[CP] - It wont, but it will help

[Doc] As much as I'd like to just hunt him down like a dog, we need a better plan.

[CP] - We do know that he shows up here every once in awhile

[Doc] Is there anything of his I could use to make an alarm? Even a scrap of clothing could be enough to write one.

[CP] - No

[Lie] CP's curt response has her a bit concerned

[Herabrine] - slowly- Do you think... maybe he's coming back to look to for Alexis and Stevie?

[CP] - It's possible...

[Lie] - Or maybe the humans... Before Doc moved us Stevie did mention that he would mention us to NOTCH to see if he could help...

[Doc] Well whenever someone logs on it shows in the chat. If one of them came back here, we could bait him to come out of hiding.

[CP] Is nervous about doing this, thinking of NOTCH finding the young Stevie-

[Doc] It doesn't have to be Stevie.... he created Alexis. She might be the more important one to him.

[CP] - Maybe...

[Blake] - Master, are you seriously suggesting working with them!?

[Doc] Who? Us? He has been for quite some time. We are both brines after all.

[CP] - Circumstances have... Changed Blake, for the time being there is an uneasy agreement of sorts

[Herabrine] Yeah, one's heartbroken and the others helpless. They don't have much to lose.

[Lie] Puts a hand on CP's leg-

-The Generals murmur and speak to each other as CP gives them a chance to talk with each other about the subjects broached-

[Doc] Do they not know the circumstances of where you went and what's transpired Cp? Beyond that you found a mate?

[CP] - They know a little, but I haven't filled them in completely

[Doc] Why not?

[CP] Shifts uncomfortably-

[Doc] It's not like there's a stronger brine there who would want to take your place.

[CP] - It's more how they view me...

[Doc] Loudly in hir head so he'll answer mentally- And how is that?

[CP] Glances at Doc before responding mentally- Doc, they know me as their ruthless ruler who still protects them...

[Doc] Aren't you?

[CP] - Well yes... But...

[Doc] Then what's the problem? Just because you're not crazy any more doesn't mean you can't lead. And while you may not be as murdery anymore I don't think you'd hesitate to set anyone on fire who challenged you.

[CP] Shifts again-

[Doc] Is the crown sitting heavy Cp? You know I won't make fun of you. I'm fully aware of how onerous responsibility can be.

[CP] - No, I will not abandon them

[Doc] I wasn't suggesting you would, just that you're not as enthusiastic about this as you once were. Maybe partly because using them as an army still didn't make your problems go away.

[Lie] Leans on CP a bit, feeling his unease-

[Magnolia] Appears to be made of red slime, she commands both Slimes and Magma cubes- Sir, who are these people you have brought with you?

[Doc] Decides to answer for him since he seems uneasy. - We are also Herobrines, but ones with different and lesser powers then he has. - Kicks Hera before she can speak-

[Lie] Takes a steadying breath, knowing many of the generals had never seen her before- And I am also his mate

[Doc] This is Lie. I am called Doc, and this is Herabrine.

[Herabrine] Gives a sarcastic wave

[CP] - They are to be shown respect, especially my mate

[Giselle] - BUT MASTER! I'M TO BE YOUR MATE! ME!

[Herabrine] Looks a bit surprised but takes her feet down and sits up a bit straighter.

[Doc] Giselle... I was here last time you had a meltdown. I'm telling you. I did surgery on these two to give them a greater soul connection. Cp will never belong to another.

[CP] Sits there stoned face for a moment- Hera, feel free to blast her

[Giselle] Is sitting there supremely angry-

[Herabrine] Too much effort - She makes an idle gesture and a water block is suddenly encasing Giselles head.

[Giselle] Thrashes a little-

[CP] - Careful, I do still need her to lead the ghasts for a little while longer

[Herabrine] Is holding out a fist- Tell me when. I'm not sure how many hearts she has.

[CP] - She's probably already half way

[Herabrine] toys with the block for a moment more, letting it heat up and then finally releasing it before Giselle can fully drown in it. - Anyone else want to start some shit?

-The generals remain silent-

[Lie] Gives Hera a small smile-

[Herabrine] Huge satisfied grin. -

[Doc] As you have a treaty with Cp, we have a treaty with him, mutual defense.

[Eliza] - Sir, since we are discussing matters at hand, how would you like word of your mate spread?

[Giselle] Under her breath- Not at all

[Doc] She's the queen. Nothing simpler.

[Eliza] - Ah yes, but how will we get word of it to the lower mobs quickly and accurately? We don't want any accidental attacks or misinformation

[Doc] Isn't it a good rule of thumb anyway to not attack anyone with the eye glow?

[CP] - True, but they've also seen her as a human before and had orders to capture and harm if necessary...

[Herabrine] A queen needs a crown then, right?

[Lie] - Hera... What are you getting at?

[Herabrine] Some big to-do with food and whatnot, parade her around so they all see who not to fuck with. Or just have her summon some offensive flowers and bite the shit out of a few people you don't like in front of the others.

[CP] - Are you seriously suggesting something like a coronation?

[Herabrine] Why the fuck not? You're king here, aren't you?

[Doc] Shrugs-

[CP] - That would take some time to set up, plus I can't think of a space large enough off the top of my head...

[Lie] Shrinks a little in her seat-

[Doc] We can always just invite a few of the trusted one's over...

[CP] - How about no. Any time any of the mobs have been moved it's been to invade... I don't think we want that

[Doc] Oh. Yeah, never mind. Surely you can find a suitable bit of mountain to just knock out some bleachers on the side of.

[CP] - Why are we even discussing this?

[Doc] Shrugs again - You were the one that was worried. And everyone is here, right?

[CP] - Well yes, but that's not why they were gathered...

[Doc] How about this, if any of you guys are awful to Lie, I'll punch your head into the next zip code. Is that clear enough?

[Giselle] - And why should we even perceive you as a threat?

[CP] Quietly groans and puts his head in his hands-

[Doc] Cp? May I? It's your seed.

[CP] - Sure, why not

[Doc] Gets up from the table and takes a step back and then another. Xe drags one iron heel against the floor making an ear-rending shriek of metal and then shifts as xe charges forward. The gigantic yellow dragon flies across the table trailing lightning and sparks and grabs Giselle in hir jaws. Xe flips her up in the air and uses hir tail to bat her like a ball very hard against the far wall with a painful crunch. Xe turns and roars so loud the ceiling shakes and there are small explosions as lightning falls to hit the lava outside. - That’s why!

[Giselle] Grunts as she pushes herself up off the floor- You bastard...

[Doc] Shows hir huge teeth, swishing hir tail back and forth. - Come get some.

[CP] - Giselle, I suggest you rein yourself in and stay silent

[Doc] Steps up next to Cp and sits at attention, trying to look formidable. - Are you sure? I could just make a dragon snack out of her. She seems crunchy.

[CP] - No, she should behave for now

[Giselle] With a huff she stands and storms out of the room-

[Herabrine] Flips her off. - Dumbass.

[CP] - Does anyone else have any issues they wish to voice about my mate?

[Blake] The blaze general obviously wants to say something but smartly keeps his mouth shut-

[Doc] Is suddenly in his face and snorts so his hair goes back briefly.

[Blake] - And what do you want?

[Doc] I know of you, you're also a troublemaker. I've got my eye on you.

[CP] - Rein it in Doc

[Doc] Immediately snaps back to attention and sits artfully with hir head high .

[Magnolia] - Sir, will we be holding a ceremony then for your mate?

[CP] Sighs- Fine, but it will be awhile before it happens...

[Doc] Loud thoughts to Cp. - Maybe I can convince Deerheart to come shifted. Me and her, and Endrea and Gk would make quite the honor guard.

[CP] - why would we need an honor guard?

[Doc] It looks menacing? You could ride standing on my nose, I can walk smoothly if we're not going fast.

[CP] - No

[Doc] Makes a very slightly pouty face. - Here I thought you'd be happy because I'm making myself look like your attack dog.

[CP] Groans-

[Herabrine] Do I have to dress up?

[Samson] The skeleton general leans forwards a small amount- Sir? Are you alright?

[Doc] geeze.

[CP] - Since it was your idea Hera, yes. And I will be fine Samson

[Herabrine] Aww dammit.

[CP] - Don't worry, I know someone who can make you something quickly that you'll like

[Doc] Well you didn't have much of a wedding, this could make up for it....

[Herabrine] Is suspicious now-

[CP] - This is going to be a fuck ton of extra paperwork...

[Doc] You have the help you need, all you have to do is offer it to him. I wonder how piggy-butt over there would react if he knew his new coffeemaker and breakroom jukebox was courtesy of a Steve?

[CP] - Wait what?

[Doc] Oh, he approved some small requests on the last batch. He denied their request for a month off and AC for the training rooms though.

[CP] - There's something I need to grab from the training room before we leave...

[Doc] nervously clicks hir claws on the floor - Don't go off on him okay? He didn't get crazy with your budget.

[CP] - No, just going to show him why I generally don't approve those types of requests...

[Doc] Bites hir lip - Cp....

[CP] Looks at his generals- You're dismissed. I have things to think about...

-The generals respectfully stand and leave-

[Doc] Makes the 'eyes on you' gesture at Blake.

[Blake] Walks out in a bit of a huff-

[Doc] You should really fire both of them....

[CP] - Honestly I'm surprised they haven't died yet. However, despite their behavior, they are exceptional generals

[Doc] Maybe we could trap them somewhere with one of Lie's offensive plants. Then it would both look like an accident and keep them busy.

[Lie] - I don't know how I feel about that...

[Doc] They're fucking eachother anyway, they just want to include Cp in it.

[Lie] - Still.... But are we seriously doing this coronation thing?

[Doc] I'm just going to pout because Cp doesn't want to have a small phallanx of dragons to lead him out.

[CP] - It seems a bit overkill

[Doc] Juts out hir lower jaw so hir bottom teeth stick out in an obvious pout.

[CP] Stands from his chair- If you're hungry there's food in the kitchen, Doc you should remember the way?

[Doc] Mutters- I can look regal. Oriental dragons were the symbols of kings you know. Okay I don't have the heavenly five claws, but I've got three. That's good enough for low-tier royalty.

[Herabrine] Oh shut up.

[CP] - Endrea will already be there, she is one of my generals after all

[Doc] Huffs. - A pouch full of squeaking babies kinda takes away from the menacing air.

[CP] - Yes, but the other generals do keep their distance from her

[Doc] You're no fun.

[Herabrine] He let you knock Giselle's block off.

[Doc] mmmpph.

[Lie] - CP, who else should we have there?

[Doc] Any of the brines who want to come. I guess we should take some creepypastas too if you're sure they won't diss you in polite company.

[CP] - Yeah lets not

[Doc] Not even Splender? He'd love it.

[Lie] - I'm sure TLOT and Steve would like to be here...

[CP] - Especially not Splender...

[Doc] But.... it's the Nether....

[Lie] - Exactly why I said like to

[Doc] Wilts a bit- I bet Gem and Mix would come.

[Lie] - That's true

[Herabrine] GK will come.

[CP] - You guys keep talking, I'll be right back

[Doc] If I ask around some of the other brines might come too, even though I know they're busy.

[Lie] - Just thinking about all this is making me very nervous

[Herabrine] Why? All you have to do is let them put a hat on you and then wave at everyone.

[Lie] - And talk and not piss everyone off... Well anyone who isn't already pissed...

[Herabrine] Fuck em. You're not going to be here 24/7 anyway

[Lie] - I also have to wear a fucking dress...

[Doc] I hate wearing dresses.

[Lie] - Yes well it seems like you'll be in your dragon form so you're getting out of that

[Doc] He doesn't want me to be. I offered. I think he just thinks I'll embarrass him....

[Lie] - I wonder who he was referring to when he mentioned someone able to make clothes... I mean I know hos spider general can...

[Doc] Well...there is Trenderman.... I wonder what kind of disposition he has?

[Lie] - I don't know...

[Herabrine] He can eat my ass. I'm not wearing a dress.

[CP] Returns- So, are we heading back now?

[Doc] Yeah... Gods this has been a frustrating day... actually? Can you let me out of your fortress for a few minutes first?

[CP] - Sure, follow me- He leads them down to the main hall, large columns and towards the main doors which lead to a bridge which crosses what is essentially a lava moat. Lie recognizes the path that she took to freedom in the past

[Doc] Thank goodness. Give me like five minutes. I assume no one is going to shoot at me?

[CP] - No

[Doc] Good. - Xe scrunches up and takes a long flying leap off the bridge and hits the lava with a tremendous splat.

[Herabrine] Yeah, someone is a little stressed...

[Lie] - CP? What about Stevie? Who will watch him during this or will he come with us?

[Doc] Breaches like a whale and sends a couple of blazes flying out of the lava on the resulting wave.

[Herabrine] Well it's not like you can bring Markus...

[CP] - Oh he will definitely be staying on the other server...

[Doc] Flips sideways and hits a wall to make a bunch of soul sand rain down into the lava.

[Lie] - I bet if Markus were to wear a disguise he could come if he wanted

[Doc] Does a bit of paddling on hir back and shakes hirself free of the glowing muck as xe rises up again and scuttles back onto the bridge. - Okay, we can go. I feel a little better now.

[CP] Makes an opening and gestures everyone through-

[Doc] zips through and flops on the grass.

[Herabrine] Well that was harrowing. Your seed is way too high-res Cp.

[CP] - Maybe for you, but not for me

[Doc] It's hard on us that aren't used to it CP. Hera came from an even lower-res seed then this one.

[CP] - Eh, you'll get used to it

[Doc] Rolls around in the grass. - So good to be home- xe starts tapping out a message. - Sorry Deerheart, we had to go to Cp's seed for a bit.

[Deer] - Understandable- Stevie's getting homesick for Lie's place

[Doc] Well bring the little squirt over.

[Deer] - Anyone else you want me to bring as well? I'm sure there are things you want to discuss with TLOT...

[Doc] I'll talk to him when we both get home afterwards.

[Deer] - Alright, I'm coming over now

[CP] Stretches- I'll give Winston a couple days to get all the paperwork together

[Doc] Wiggles hir paws in the air. - This just feels too good. I used to chuckle at GK for rolling around in the grass, but I get it now.

[Deer] Arrives riding the Mudsdale with Stevie in front of her-

[Stevie] - Brother!

[Herabrine] Kicks Doc - When are you going to fix me you turd?

[Doc] Ow!

[CP] Can't help but smile a little at Stevie as he pulls him off the pokemon- Hey there

[Doc] Makes a happy purr at Cp's facial expression

[CP] Glares at Doc-

[Deer] - How was the trip?

[Doc] Most of Cp's generals are decent, some of them suck, and Herabrine puked.

[Herabrine] Kicks Doc again for good measure-

[Doc] OW DAMMIT.

[Stevie] - Brother, I'm hungry

[CP] - Then let's get you some food- Heads for the house

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