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The Case File – Mice and Murder Ep 2

The Case of the Dismal Dinner

Summary

Welcome back to our flashback/Tisch fight already in progress where we learn what Daisy and Sly’s shared look was about while Rekha and Grant go for the proverbial jugular emotionally. It’s 12 years ago and Sylvester is tracking down a stolen diadem, the very same diadem that he sees Daisy swipe off the thief who has it (a jackal named Roscoe McCoy in case that matters). Sly swipes it back from her and, when she notices, she sniffs it down to his train car where he is sitting in the dark, waiting for her. He doesn’t turn the lights on, opting instead to dramatically strike a match to light his pipe, illuminating himself sitting in a big chair, holding the stolen item.

Daisy tries to bluff like she’s Virginia Chase, the owner of the diadem, but Sly knows that’s not true because he was hired by the real Virginia to track it down. Daisy is usually a better liar than this but she is insta-smitten by this figurative and literal fox and it’s throwing her off her game. But before they can continue their little tete-a-tete, they hear a gunshot ring out from Daisy’s room and know Roscoe and his guys are coming after her. Sly stuffs Daisy in a trunk before the boys show up and they actually seem a little impressed to meet him, him being a famous detective and all, but a Nat 1 deception means they hear Daisy being huffy in the chest and a fight/escape scene that Brennan takes over narration for ensues. 

After that, Sly and Daisy become close really quickly and partners in both senses of the word. Daisy tells him she’s an American PI and they work together on cases, travel the world, and become engaged within the year. But, the day before the wedding, when Sly is alone, he discovers all the documentation proving that Daisy lied about who she is, is actually a criminal, and has been using their partnership to sell information to other criminals.

She shows up and tries to pretend like she’s being set up but he replies, “You being duped is the only lie you’ve told I can’t believe.” He says that being with her changed him. He didn’t think he had it in him to actually love another person. He forgives her. He still wants to get married. Daisy is thrown by this reaction. She tells him she’s not gonna change for him and he might as well leave her. She’s being all unapologetic femme fatale about it but he gets the sense that under her bravado she’s low key pleading with him to give up on her. He doesn’t want to. He can’t. He still shows up the next day in his wedding tux. Daisy is nowhere to be seen. When he goes home, there’s a deerstalker cap on his porch and a note that just reads “-D”.

And we snap back to the present where Daisy is trying to figure out if she can take advantage of Lucretia’s fascination with the occult and all the rich vulnerable people present to make some money. Meanwhile, Sly has been totally rocked by seeing Daisy and is drowning his sorrows at the bar with Ollie, the otter bartender. Squire Badger (which is what I’ll be calling William) shows up and, in not so many words, threatens Sly for having not solved the case and making a fool of him. He says, “You’re not gonna rub my nose in this.” Move your nose then bitch, says Sly on a dirty 20 intimidation check. He’s sad about girl problems, not you! Squire Badger is scared off, but he looks like he knows something that Sly doesn’t. That someone is coming for him. 

Buckster (and Ian too btw) clocked the above conversation and sidles up to Sly at the bar. See, not only does Buckster know about Sly and Daisy’s history, he knew it was happening *while* it was happening. Sly used up all his cool swagger on the Squire so by the time Buckster shows up he’s a whole mess over Daisy. Buckster starts implying that maybe they can help each other out since they both dislike the Squire and with Sly’s Nat 20 Insight, they can totally clock each other’s double meanings perfectly. It’s a very cool game thing where Sly and Buckster are having an innocuous conversation about the weather or whatever but Grant and Sam are just saying what they mean. It’s like they’re having a telepathic conversation. Sly agrees that the enemy of his enemy is his friend and he’ll go along with Buck’s plans as long as he can keep his hands clean, even if he doesn’t really care for Buck himself. 

At the same time Gangie is in the kitchens getting fed (see the notes for a full list of kitchen staffers and other NPCs) and after the staff leaves, Gangie is told by Ambrose Harding (the Squire’s turtle valet) that there’s is business for him to attend to after dinner. 

Buckster talks to Lawrence Longfoot--the rabbit photographer from last ep who we learn runs a trash newspaper. He and Buck bond over being trash and he gets a pic of Sly and Buck together. 

Vicar Ian goes to talk to the Squire and basically tries to (openly) suss out whether the money was a bribe or a setup or what? Like, people are fully there (including the Lady Fawnbrook and her gossipy cat wife Tabitha). They snipe at each other a bit and then the Squire reveals that he’s talked him up to the Cardinal and the Cardinal agreed that he’s such a good vicar, he should be moved to Siberia. The decision has already been made and Ian doesn’t have the pull in the church to do anything about it. Yikes. 

Before dinner, the rat butler catches Buck and asks if he has time to talk to Squire Badger. Buck agrees to go with him and he’s taken to the billiards room where the Squire is along with Harding and James Hawkins, Squire’s Hawk war buddy (a literal war hawk). Buck immediately puts his foot in his mouth by messing up the Squire’s title with his American ignorance of British peerage rules which annoys him, the elitism of it all. The Squire’s friends leave and then Buck starts talking about PR and how this whole situation has been bad PR for the Squire and it would be a shame if his PR got even worse. The suggestion of blackmail sends the Squire into a full honey badger don’t care style rage and he knocks TF out of Buck, flips the pool table, and then catches himself and scurries off. Daisy, Sly, and Gangie all hear this conversation from their positions in the house via the pipes running through the manor. Buck picks himself up and, on a 25, realizes that two of the mouse maids were hiding behind a curtain, hearing the whole thing (specifically, Edwina Thimble and Carolyn Dickory--oh like hickory dickory doc, BRENNAN) . They were playing hooky so he flips them a coin each and they all agree that no one saw or heard anything. “Two blind mice, see how they run,” he quips as they leave (sidenote, what a morbid nursery rhyme to exist in that world--to be fair, it’s pretty morbid as is).

Lucretia decides to turn the séance into a post dinner séance but still brings Daisy and Lars to see her occult room which is full of crap from, as Rekha said, “1800s Party City”. Lucretia does a hilariously vague read on Daisy and says that there’s something happening with her involving a man she knew or maybe still knows but she’s in her feelings about Sly so it kinda shakes her up. She tries to get Lucretia to charge for her “””incredible gift””” (so she can skim off the top of course) but Lucretia thinks it would be a misuse of her ~talents~. She does give Daisy an incredibly broad as to be useless even if magic exists blessing before she leaves. 

Once she does, Daisy scopes out the room (which she realizes must have been retrofitted for Lucretia and wasn’t previously a séance room) and sees that the one thing in the room that doesn’t really match the aesthetic is a giant portrait of one of the previous squire badgers. On a 24 she notices two things: (1) the painting has recently been restored with new paint and (2) the frame is bolted to the wall. She wants to check it out but Lars is right there so she makes a note to check it out later and leaves. 

Lars, being a very ride or die friend for Sly, bounds after her and basically calls her trash and tries to tempt her with garbage so she’ll lose composure and start chowing down. She drools at the sight but keeps it together and leaves. Lars runs off to tell Sly that they were a good good dog and gives him a full play by play. 

Gangie meanwhile is watching a small argument between the butler and Harding in the servant’s quarters hallway and he realizes that he’s being talked about in veiled language. The butler is questioning Gangie’s employment and Harding says that, as servants, they shouldn’t question their master and that Gangie is employed for reasons that Squire Badger is aware of and reasons he is not. Hmm. Gangie realizes that Harding knows about his past which is weird because Gangie’s criminal record doesn’t follow him. There’s no internet. So what reason would this guy have to know about him?

Gangie doesn’t like this and decides to dip and steal some silverware on the way out. Mrs. Molesley (who I’ll be calling Mrs. M from now on) helps him (lol I’m not entirely sure if she didn’t know what he was doing or if she’s just down with stealing) and says that she’s been working there since Squire Badger was in diapers (she was his nanny) and if anyone bullies Gangie, she’ll take care of them. She also offers to make him a sweater so he doesn’t get cold and she’s just so nice that Gangie has to say yes. He looks to make sure no one is around and gives her a dandelion he picked. Cute!!!

And now it’s time for dinner and our very first box of doom roll for the most terrifying encounter of all: how close you have to sit next to your bitter ex! This is of course for Sly and Daisy with higher than a 15 meaning they don’t have to sit next to each other and anything lower meaning they have to sit pretty close. It is the first BOD roll I’ve ever wanted them to fail (mmm, except maybe Adaine’s werewolf roll but that’s a different conversation). 

It’s in the 6-10 bracket which means they’re sitting across from each other (below that would have been them next to each other). Everyone is seated based on how on Squire Badger’s shitlist they are. So you have Ian at the absolute back. Sly to his right and Daisy on his left. The Buckster and Lars to the right and left after that. Then Armond (armadillo lawyer guy) and a snail guy because Brennan is a madman who cannot be stopped. Constance (Squire’s daughter) makes a toast to her dad wishing him well even though they haven’t always seen eye to eye (hmmm).

Buckster fills in Daisy on his confrontation with the Squire quietly enough that no one else hears. Daisy then turns to Sly and says she hopes they can be civil. Sly is like, “Sure Ms. DUMPSTER.” They’re the kind of exes who know exactly how to hurt each other but are also super open to being hurt. Emotional glass cannons is how Brennan describes it. 

Buckster is given a note by Harding from Squire Badger and, once dinner is over, he takes Daisy off to the side to read it. Gangie follows, unseen. Ian, who recently prayed to God and got not super clear results goes to talk to Luecretia to see if maybe ghosts can help him instead. She is, as usual, not super helpful but does rush out to get her very necessary ritual dagger and declares to everyone that if anyone sees a ghost they have to tell her. As she says this, there is a flash of lightning and, through the window, Sylvester sees just for a moment the form of his nemesis, Fletcher Cottonbotton (who is by the docks).

Anyway, Buckster reads the note. It’s a document from the Squire selling his interest in BB Industries (Buck’s oil company) to Hazel Hogswallop who is another small shareholder in BB Industries. But, in doing so, it names Josiah Jackrabbit (one of his competitors) her proxy which means he’ll be able to vote on things (and with a lot of power with all that stock).  The contract was written in fresh ink which means (1) it was probably written after their fight and (2) hasn’t been mailed yet (I smell a heist attempt). Buck rolls insight on the writing (mastermind rogue ability) and with a 27 senses that the Squire has gone off his rocker. This isn’t going to make him any money. Josiah doesn’t have enough liquid cash to pay him what this is worth. And the thing with Hazel would have taken time to set up. This has been in the works for a while and he’s been sitting on it until the time was right. And he senses, like Sly and Gangie did earlier, that someone besides the Squire is pulling the strings. 

Then Gangie suddenly hears Constance’s distressed voice through the pipes from upstairs: “Father you’re possessed! You’re a mad man! This will never work. Speak of this to me never again.” And she slams the door (Buck, Daisy, and Gangie all hear). Constance comes downstairs and Squire Badger follows, looking upset. Mrs. M checks in on him too see if he’s eaten and he kind of gruffly has her follow him (along with Mr. Harding) into the drawing room.

There is a scream. Something drops. Silence. Footsteps. A door opens. Then a voice, “My God!”

Everyone rolls initiative. Ian moves first and, upon hearing all the commotion, gathers everyone together to go towards the sound (interesting choice but sure). Daisy recognizes that the scream heard was Mrs. M but barely knows who she is. She goes towards the commotion anyway. Gangie also goes towards the scream. Buckster grabs his gun (well he says “weapon”, but it’s gotta be a gun, right?) and makes like he’s following her but actually hides. Lars and Sylvester go towards the scream. 

With everyone gathered, Ambrose opens the door. Inside they see Mrs. M, her hands covered in blood (my guess? From trying to stop the bleeding), kneeling on the ground over the dead body of the Squire. The room is a mess and stuff is scattered everywhere. There is a bloody knife in the Squire’s hand and a stab wound over his heart. Ms. M, who is distressed as hell, says there was something wrong with him. There was a flash, and she looked down and he was stabbing himself. Everyone thinks this is suspicious as hell. She was the only one in the room. Everyone looks to Sly, the famous detective who is not in the presence of a murder case in progress. What does Sly say? “Lady Lucretia. I’ve seen a ghost.”

Case Notes

I have to acknowledge how ON FIRE Grant was this episode. Like everyone was. Buck was great with the Squire. Daisy and Lars sniping at each other was fun. But man Grant had so many good lines. The “move your nose”. The heartbreak with Daisy (ugh, so sad!) And that blackout line!!! I am biased towards foxes as you can see from my avatar so I am very here for this great fox rep.

Based on the way their staredown went last ep I kinda thought Daisy was the wronged party but ugh. Slyyyyyyy. He forgave herrrrrrr. And he still went to the alter. Daisy how you could youuuuuuu?

Also, sigh, Fox and the Hound. I keep getting hit with these after the fact. 

I loved Rekha’s “Of the Chase Sapphire’s?” improv.

That racoon/mink line was so sleazy. Weird compliment but Brennan is good at being animal-racist. Sidenote, Daisy makes a comment about being careful being a fox in England which I presume is a ref to fox hunting and like the implication of that are como se dice troubling. 

Here are all the new NPCs for this ep and here’s a full NPC guide that also includes the list of names Gangie gave Buck which Buck shares with Daisy this ep.

And on that topic I can’t get over the concept of a married couple named Millie Molton and Mollie Milton. Like, did they get married solely for the bit???

The best Ian-ism of the ep was him talking about getting rejected from Siberia. Poor guy.

Fave OOC moment was everyone at the table getting aggressively patriotic in response to the Squire being dismissive to Buck. There is nothing funnier than someone singing a purposefully overwrought version of I’m Proud to Be An American. 

“It’s 2020 for us bitch!”

The moment Mrs. M said she was gonna make Gangie a sweater I was scared for her. Sweaters take a long time to get made. I was like oh no. The plot is gonna stop you from making that sweater isn’t it. I’m willing to be proven wrong (Brennan loves his maids with secrets, see: Cathilda) but she seems super sweet and if anything happens to her I’m going to be upset. 

What’s behind the painting Brennan. I know there’s a door. I know this house is full of secret tunnels and revolving bookshelves and all that. Let me see it!

One great little moment was when there was a flash of lightning and the minis for Sly and Lars like stop motion moved to look at it. Just great attention to detail. The work that gets put into this show is incredible.

Edit: A note I forgot to mention. There’s gotta be a secret door in the room where it happened, right? Like, creep in, flash of light to mess up her vision, do some shenanigans, peace out.

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unsolved - peter parker

summary: “it’s a gen-z thing” or weird shit happens if you’re an avenger

words: 2.4k

warnings: my weird stark!reader post-blip, everything if fine and dandy au (welcome to the latest installment of eliza tries to erase the events of endgame)

a/n: this is a shit post but make it content (i saw the screenshot of the post on insta and immediately thought of this)

“This week on Buzzfeed Unsolved…”

You and Peter don’t listen to the rest of Ryan’s introduction as you are cuddled on the large sectional in the Avengers’ Tower common room. A bowl of popcorn and bags of candy from the bodega down the street surround the two of you, limbs intertwined underneath one of the plush cashmere Pepper insisted on keeping nearby (because someone always ends up too tired to make it back to their rooms on movie nights). Peter absentmindedly pulled apart gummy worms before eating them while he watched you attempt to throw popcorn up in the air and catching it in your mouth while laying your head in his lap. Admittedly, every time you miss, which was more often than not, he stole the piece himself before popping it in his mouth. Every time he did so, you scrunched your nose in disgust.

“That’s gross,” you tell him flatly.

“What’s gross?”

“You eating gummy worms and popcorn at the same time.”

“…What?”

You throw another piece of popcorn up in the air, this time landing in your mouth, “It’s sweet gummy worms, and buttery crunchy popcorn. Does that not…confuse your Peter-tingle?”

He groans, “Stop finding excuses to say ‘Peter-tingle!’”

“Happy says it!”

“That’s not a valid excuse and you know it,” he says, annoyed but amusement still evident in his eyes. He leans down to press a soft kiss on your forehead.

You smile against his lips before you say, “Do you find it a little weird that I consider Happy my Uncle and he’s dating May while we are dating?”

He pulls away and frowns immediately, “You had to make it weird, didn’t you?”

“You never answered my question.”

Peter stares at your face for a second, letting the thought sit with him. After a few moments, he shudders. “Let’s not think about it too much, it’s slightly too Game of Thrones for my liking,” he says before grabbing the remote to turn the TV volume up, the sound of Shane and Ryan bickering getting louder in return.

The two of you turn your attention back to the Unsolved: Supernatural playlist. With the both of you getting Blipped, you’ve missed five years worth of Unsolved episodes, obviously skipping any about the Blip because it’s still a little fresh for both of you.

“Don’t you think it’s a little weird that this boy ran away the day his mother died? If anything, I’d stay with my family,” Shane says, obviously skeptically of Ryan’s theory of a little boy got abducted by aliens.

“But now you’re assuming that he ran away! Look, his dad says he ran out of the hospital room. Then, he followed him outside after a few minutes, but he was gone!” Ryan exclaims in return.

“What if he just… ran into the forest? Looking for Goatman or whatever they have out in Ohio.”

“Who’s this episode about again?” you say with your mouth full of popcorn.

“Uh,” Peter mutters before checking the video description, “a kid named Peter Quill. Disappeared in 1988, apparently abducted by aliens.”

“Hmm,” you say before swallowing the popcorn, “who knows, maybe it’s true? I mean you’ve been to space, we all know aliens are real. Seems possible.”

“But, is it plausible? I mean what do aliens want with some scrawny kid? If they wanted food, why didn’t they go to a big city?”

“What are you guys watching?” Tony Stark says from behind you, leaning against the back of the couch. He reaches down to grab a handful of popcorn and you scowl.

“Dad!” you say, “Get your own!”

“It’s a big damn bowl, you can share,” he snickers before patting Peter on the shoulder.

“There have literally been alien invasions on this Earth! How can you not say this one doesn’t make sense!” Ryan exclaims, turning towards Shane.

Your Dad lets out a delighted sound. “I love the panicked one,” Tony says, “he seems like a funny guy.”

“So, you’re a Boogara!” you say excitedly while Peter groans.

“Not another one! All you Starks are Boogaras, the world needs more Shaniacs.”

“How can you possibly say that you’ve met aliens.”

As if on cue, another picture of the missing boy shows on the screen. This time, Peter and Tony study his face while you throw pieces of popcorn at your Dad.

Peter furrows his eyebrow and lets out a confused sound. You frown, analyzing his face as the episode continues to play. His lips are pursed, and you look back up at your Dad and find that he is wearing a matching expression.

“What?” you ask, confused.

Your Dad crosses his arms, “He looks…familiar.”

Peter nods in agreement, “Yeah, I swear I’ve seen him somewhere. Normally I’m good with faces, but this…”

Tony stares for a little longer before shrugging and walking away while mumbling, “Must be my subconscious or something.”

You look back at Peter before he says, “No, but I have definitely seen him before…”

All you can give your boyfriend is a supportive smile before saying, “Maybe you saw a screencap on Instagram or something.”

He nods, unconvinced. He ignores it though, continuing the Buzzfeed Unsolved marathon.

Weeks later, you and Peter get in the car with Happy to drive to the Avengers’ Upstate facility. The both of you live in New York fulltime (you in the Avengers Tower with Pepper, your step-sister Morgan, and your Dad and Peter with May) but make weekly trips to the Upstate compound so Peter can train and you can spend time with your Avengers’ Aunts and Uncles. As your Dad often made quick trips from Upstate to New York throughout the week, the smaller Quinjet was already parked on the large lawn when Happy pulled into the facility.

As you and Peter exit the car and step inside, you notice a lot of employees frantically running around while a timer was being projected on a large wall across from you.

An engineer runs by, trying to type something on a tablet while glancing at the timer every few seconds.

“Excuse me?” Peter calls out to the woman, who stops abruptly, pushing the glasses up her nose.

“Oh, hello Mr. Parker and Miss. Stark. Your father is in the control room and was wondering what time you’d get here,” she says quickly.

You smile at her, “Thanks but…what’s going on?”

“You haven’t heard?” she asks, taken aback. She points at the timer being projected, “We received an astronomically broadcasted encrypted message from an alien vessel a few days ago. Based on the timestamp of the message and how long the message took to be picked up by our satellites, we predict the vessel to arrive like…now.”

“Who sent the message?” you ask.

“Thor.”

Peter whips his head around to face you, and you do the same. You stare at each other in shock. It had been years since you had last had contact with Thor. Since coming back from the Blip, you and Thor spoke for a brief second before he left. It had been more than a year since you saw him.

“Are… you sure?” you ask.

She nods, “He used a method specific to our communication systems, one that I doubt imposters would know to use effectively. And the message was encrypted with the language your father made for all encrypted Avengers messages. No one else has the key—”

“Except for Avengers,” Peter finishes.

“And like…Pepper,” you add.

You say thanks to the woman before running hand-in-hand to the control room. As soon as the door opens, you and Peter stumble inside. The large room on the highest floor of the building had floor-to-ceiling windows that made up two walls. Rows of people seated at monitors all monitored the vessel, which was already entering the Earth’s atmosphere. A wall-sized screen covered one of the walls, which showed a map of the vessel’s projected path beside the same timer projected downstairs.

Your Dad stood beside Steve who was standing beside Bruce who exchanged encrypted messages with the ship as it landed. Clint and Bucky stood in front of the window, looking up at the sky. Nat was seated at a computer beside them with Wanda, who were analyzing the specs of the ship. Sam, Vision, and Rhodey were all suited up outside, flying around the perimeter of the compound.

“Dad!” you say as you and Peter and approach.

Steve and Tony both turn around with stern looks before both of their faces soften at the sight of the two teenagers who weaseled their way into everyone’s hearts.

“Hey, kids. I’m assuming you heard,” your Dad says.

You nod frantically, “Are you sure it’s him?”

Bruce calls from behind them, still typing, “Like 98% sure, sweetheart. He was able to tell me about our…adventures in an alien gladiator ring, for the lack of a better explanation.”

“And the other 2%?”

“He keeps making Footloose references? And other 80s references in general.”

“They’re here,” Bucky calls out, staring wide-eyed with Clint at the window.

Everyone turns to face the window, watching an orange alien ship descend onto the lawn.

As everyone is distracted, you turn around and attempt to sneak out of the room to meet Thor when he exits the ship. Two steps later, someone significantly stronger than you picks you up. Your turn your head slightly and see Steve dragging you back beside Peter.

“Uncle Steve!”

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself, kid. Unless we know that it’s Thor and whoever he’s with isn’t a threat, the both of you are staying here,” he says sternly, looking to both you and Peter.

“But—”

“He’s right,” your Dad says before putting his EDITH glasses on. “If either of you gets hurt, Pepper and May will have my necks.”

You frown and sit down, and Peter follows suit, visibly upset he can’t see an alien spaceship up close. Bucky throws Steve his shield and the rest of the Avengers file out of the control room, leaving the rest of those cleared to work in the control room and two sulking teenagers in the room.

You and Peter roll towards the computer that Bruce was sitting it, which is now unoccupied.

“You think there are any games on here?” Peter asks suggestively as he logs back onto the computer.

“You’re kidding right?” you say, annoyed, “Of course there are games on here. This is Michael’s desk, there’s probably Galaga, or Minecraft if we’re lucky.”

Fortunately, there was indeed Minecraft and you and Peter spent half an hour exploring a world called ‘If Mike Was an Avenger.’ Peter even switched the game-mode to Creative and spent a solid five minutes spawning villagers and random animals in Michael’s house. After playing for a while, the two of you decided to continue your Buzzfeed Unsolved: Supernatural playlist. You were on your third episode before your Dad came back, signaling that you could come to see Thor.

You followed him into the medical wing where you could see Thor seated on a medical bed with a group of people: some Avengers, another man you’ve never seen before, and a group of…beings that were definitely aliens.

As soon as you caught sight of him, you took off. You barreled into the room and launched yourself into Thor’s arms. Though caught off-guard, he lets out a hearty chuckle, standing up and spinning you in a circle. You laugh in delight as Peter and your Dad walk back into the room.

As soon as he sets you down you punch him in the torso. It was obviously not enough to even phase him, but he looks at you in shock.

“What was that for?” he asks, his heavy Asgardian accent coming through. You take a moment to glance at Thor. His hair was tied in a half-up bun while he wore dark pants and an athletic shirt (which probably belonged to Steve). He wasn’t as fit as he was when you first met him, but his beer-bod had gone away significantly.

You point a finger accusingly at him, “You left! Again! You can’t just keep disappearing and not tell us.”

“I’m truly sorry, Lady (Y/N),” Thor says, putting a hand on your shoulder. “I was assisting my new friends, who you may have recognized.” He gestures to the band of misfits scattered around the room; a giant green and veiny muscular man, a girl with antennas, a…racoon?, a tall tree who kept poking random things in the room, and a regular-looking man with styled side-burns that you didn’t know people in the 21st century still did.

“These are the Guardians of the Galaxy,” Thor says while nudging you, “and I’ve sort of become their leader.”

“You’re not our leader,” the human one says.

“Well, more like honorary—”

“No, not even. I’m the leader,”

“Yeah, sure you are,” the raccoon says and your eyes bulge out of your head slightly.

The man rolls his eyes and steps towards you, sticking out your hand to shake, “I’m Peter Quill, by the way.”

You immediately pull your hand from his and stare at his face. Peter pushes past Bruce and Bucky to stand beside you, analyzing his face. Instantaneously, all the puzzle pieces click.

“You’re—” you start, shocked.

“OH MY GOD. RYAN BERGARA WAS RIGHT,” Peter yells, whipping his face frantically around the room.

“What—” Quill starts before getting cut-off by you and Peter jumping up excitedly and yelling at him.

“You were abducted by aliens in 1988—”

“Outside of a hospital in Missouri—”

“Your Dad wanted to give you space so he waited a few minutes before he came out to find you—”

“But by the time you were already gone—”

“And everyone thought your case would remain—”

“Unsolved!”

Both you and Peter take a breath, looking at Peter for acknowledgment. He gives you a curt, bewildered nod in confirmation, sending you and Peter off into an excited frenzy. You immediately pull out your phone while Peter sits in front of the room’s desktop to pull up the Unsolved episode about Peter. The adults in your room look very confused, except for Tony. He smugly saunters to the center of the room and puts an arm around Peter’s shoulder as he types.

“It’s a Gen-Z thing,” he says, desperately trying to act like the Cool Dad.

Peter Quill takes a deep breath before sitting onto the nearest chair and rubbing a hand over his face. Apparently, he had missed a lot.

[cake-writes]

In Your Atmosphere (Part Eight)

Pairings: Steve x Reader & platonic Bucky x Reader (mostly)

Warnings: PTSD / Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Anxiety Disorder, Panic Attacks, Mental Health Issues, Survivor Guilt, Eventual Smut 18+

Summary: The first time you met Steve Rogers, he kissed the hell out of you. It wasn’t the first time he met you.

Part Seven / Master List

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For a little while, you and Sam continued to tease each other about your sparring match. It wasn’t meant to be malicious, but to give each other some impartial feedback. He pointed out your tendency to favour your right side, particularly your kicks, and you told him that his grappling could use some work.

You didn’t notice that Steve had poured you a coffee until he casually sat it down on the counter in front of you, steam rising from the top of the white mug. You blinked at it, and then at him, before a bright smile came across your face. It was such a simple thing - domestic, really - but it made your heart flutter.

Your reaction seemed to catch Steve off-guard, because he quickly looked away, flustered. The newspaper in front of him made for a good distraction. You glimpsed a headline about baseball.

When you took a sip of your drink, though, you found that it was quite literally your perfect cup of coffee: two sugars and a dash of cream. The flavour melted onto your tongue, and you let out a pleased hum at the taste.

Resting your elbows on the counter, you held the large mug with both hands. The heat coming off of it reminded you of his hand, heavy and hot, against your lower back and you finally managed a breathy, “Thanks.”

Steve’s eyes shot back up to you at the sound, and when you caught his gaze, it was like pure electricity surged between the two of you.

“Sure,” he whispered back, his shoulder brushing against yours. His voice was soft and low near your ear, and you immediately started to chew your lip, your cheeks flushing as you attempted to tune back into what Sam was saying. Whatever other critique he may have had for you, you didn’t care at all.

— 

A few minutes later, you’d just taken your first bite of cereal when Natasha walked into the kitchen. She looked tired. You’d pieced together over the years that she wasn’t a morning person either, a fact that was easily confirmed by the way she yawned and made her way over to the coffee pot.

“I only got back from my mission around four,” she explained through another yawn, pouring herself a cup. “Any excitement while I was gone?”

Truth be told, you hadn’t even noticed that she was missing. You’d been a little preoccupied.

“I had another one,” you responded vaguely. She would know you meant your panic attacks, considering she’d helped you through the first couple in the beginning. Sure enough, she eyed you warily which made you add, “Steve helped me out.”

Normally Natasha would have made a stupid joke about him ‘helping you out,’ but she knew exactly what your panic attacks were like. She looked doubtfully between you and Steve and back again. “No shit?”

You nodded.

“You wanna share with the class?” Sam said through a mouthful of eggs.

“Nope,” you told him lightly, taking another bite of cereal.

For now, you didn’t particularly want that little factoid about yourself floating around the compound. Too many rumours were floating around as it was. You didn’t need to add another one to the mix.

—

After breakfast, you remembered that you didn’t have a whole lot to do today. Your body still needed another day or two to recover before you could start going on missions. As exciting as doing your dirty laundry could be, you decided to explore the grounds a bit more than you had previously. Every morning when you looked out your bedroom window, you could just make out a little path leading toward the sparking lake, but you hadn’t yet gone to check it out.

Today was as good a day as any.

When you stepped outside, the sunlight was warm on your face and you just drank it in. You hadn’t had the opportunity to stop and smell the roses in a while. The breeze, balmy and relaxing, ruffled your hair as you slowly made your way down the winding path. Trees, greenery, and fresh air surrounded you, and you noticed that you could hear the birds chirping much more clearly here.

It was quiet.

You liked the quiet.

After a good five minutes or so, you reached the lake. The water sparkled a beautiful blue in the sun and upon the little pier was a half-enclosed sitting area. It was on one of the wooden benches there that you spotted Wanda taking selfies. It seemed you weren’t the only one enjoying the nice spring weather.  

“My palette came out today,” she told you as you walked up to her, as if to explain why she was being so vain but the thought hadn’t even crossed your mind. On her lids were some lovely warm tones that suited her, reds and purples - perfectly blended, as all things should be.

Right. You’d completely forgotten.

“It looks great on you,” you told her with full honesty, taking a seat next to her on the bench. She was so skilled at applying it, too, which made you feel a little bit envious. She was lovely.

Her hazel eyes crinkled at the corners at your compliment. “I see you’re in better spirits today.” 

You nodded, leaning back against the backrest and pulling your jacket into your lap. “Not being hungover is a good start.”

She laughed and turned back to her phone. It wasn’t rude, the way she did it; it was casual and easy-going, just like your blooming friendship with her. If anything, you’d interrupted her by coming to chat, but she didn’t seem to mind.

As she continued to fiddle with what you assumed was her Insta, you spent some time watching the clouds drift across the sky and shift into different shapes. Sitting out in the sun by the lake was relaxing, unhurried, and you felt like you had all the time in the world. You wanted to soak up as much of this pleasant feeling as you could for the next time you crashed and burned.

The sound of a snapshot caught your attention, and you looked back at Wanda to find her looking pleased with herself.

“Did you just take a picture of me?” you asked her incredulously.

“I might have,” she responded with a casual lilt that made you nervous.

You blinked owlishly at her. “Why?”

“It was a good photo,” she told you, typing something on her phone. “I’ll tag you in it.”

“What? No, wait, don’t upload—” Your phone sounded, then, and you groaned. “At least let me look at it first!”

She gave you an apologetic smile as you pulled your phone from your jacket pocket. Just like you predicted, you’d received a notification that Wanda had tagged you on Instagram.

You weren’t too concerned about your face being out there. You may have had a target on your back, but the Avengers had larger ones on theirs and no one would risk attacking the compound to capture you. There were bigger fish to fry.

Actually, it was kind of nice; for the first time in a long, long time, your only concern was that it might have been a bad photo. You tapped on the notification and, when the picture loaded, you could see exactly why she’d taken it.

It was a little artsy, a little edgy for your taste. The filter she selected was black and white, but it suited the expression on your face: pensive. As you looked out at the water, the sunlight cascaded around you into an almost heavenly glow, and the small smile on your lips along with the floral dress on your body were a striking contrast to the dark bruises marring your arm.

Her description was a simple one:

When you saw the last tag, you snorted. “Fitspo? No way.”

She waggled her brows at you. “Have you seen yourself? I mean, even the Captain—” 

You knew you hadn’t heard the last of it. Your cheeks flushed immediately at her teasing and you shushed her, “Wanda!”

Her cheshire grin was back almost instantly. She could read you like a book. It may have had something to do with the fact that she could actually read your mind.

You huffed and pulled your jacket back on as an inadvertent barrier to protect yourself from this conversation. “We’re friends.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” she said sarcastically, giving you a pointed look. “Did he ever tell you why? Aside from the obvious.”

What was the obvious?

Oh. That he just couldn’t resist your beauty, or something. Yeah, right.

She did have a point, though. You never did get an explanation. Steve had said that he’d tell you whatever it was that Bucky wanted you to know – but after you finished your certification, he never actually told you anything at all. You’d completely forgotten about it until now.

There was a lot of that going around these days.

“You know,” you said thoughtfully, “He didn’t.”

That seemed to surprise her enough that she fell into silence. It might have been your tone, or maybe she just thought you’d be adults and talk about it. Instead you did burpees. Smart.

Although you had to say, thinking about the first time you met him made you smile. Really, truly smile. It made you blush, too, of course, and it was a stupid mess of a situation - whatever the hell you and Steve had going on - but you were enjoying the ride. Something was there. You knew it, and you knew that he did, too. The very fact that he’d been waiting for you this morning proved that there was chemistry.

Another snapshot pulled you out of your reverie.

“Wanda,” you warned, and at your tone she jumped to her feet. “Damn it, don’t you dare!”

When she broke into a run, you chased her laughter all the way back to the compound.

Even after you got back, she didn’t show you the photo - but she didn’t post it, either. Instead, she sent it to you. That same sunlit backdrop made you glow just like the other snap she’d taken, but not as much as your smile. The text she sent along with it read:

Flustered, you deleted it in a hurry.

What you didn’t know was that you weren’t the only one she sent it to.

—

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Part Nine

[willreadforbooze]

Hello boozie readers!

Reminder:Our Will Read For Booze twitter account (formerly Sam’s personal account) is going to be dedicated to the whole blog! So go check us out kthxxxx. While that’s amazing, Sam has to start from scratch on a new account, let’s show her some love huh? Check out her new account TheBooktender_  She’ll love you forever and ever.

Sam’s Updates

It’s finally the holidays… it’s finally time to rest. I am so incredibly excited.

What Sam read this week:

Scavenge the Stars by Tara Sim: The main character spent the last 7 years working on a debtor’s ship and now she’s sworn revenge. I did not know how I didn’t know this, but apparently it’s a Count of Monte Cristo retelling. I hate read the end of this. I was so goddamn bored. I literally didn’t care about how it ended. Drunk rant coming soon.

What Sam DNF’d

Brimstone by Justine Rosenberg: This was… somethin. I received an ARC from NetGalley and boy was I surprised by this. No where in the description does this say this is a romance novel. Under normal circumstances, I’m fine with that, except this time, it was insta-lust. Literally. They meet and within 5 minutes they’re fucking. No reason why, just do. Plus the world building was confusing and the character relationships made no sense.

What Sam’s currently reading:

Warrior of the Altaii by Robert Jordan: Only just started this but this was actually Robert Jordan’s first book, but this was it’s first publishing. Our man, Wolfgar is a nomad and the non-nomads plot to take over the world. Wolfgar tryna stop them. Honestly, I’m really disappointed in this. I will explain more in my drunk review, but you should never look too hard at your heroes, they usually disappoint you.

Silvered Serpents by Roshani Chokshi: This is the sequel to The Gilded Wolves which Linz reviewed and then so did I because I couldn’t shut up about it. We got an ARC of this from NetGalley and I was trying to wait until we got closer to the fall publication date but I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed to hear how my babies are doing. Barely started, but I still love them so much.

Ginny’s Updates

Happy Holidays everyone!!!!!

What I finished:

The Hating Game  by Sally Thorne: I found this on a list of exciting romances for the end of 2019 and some of this book was really good. That being said, I’m not a big fan of workplace romances. I really enjoyed the hate-friends-lovers. The main character felt appropriately oblivious, and quirky beyond ‘oh no she’s clumsy.’ I enjoyed most of the tropes 3.5/5

The Rogue Not Taken by Sarah MacLean: Keeping this one short. I liked the banter between the two main characters (it improves over the course of the book) but it’s short and snappy and changes drastically as they start to like each other. Families seemed to suck too conveniently.  3/5

The Night Country by Melissa Albert: I am writing a review to this (THANKS TO LINZ!). As soon as I found out The Hazel Wood would have a sequel I got excited. This is definitely going to get a review.

Currently Reading:

Darkdawn by Jay Kristoff: I got 10 more pages in? I think Mia might accidentally become a pirate queen.

Magic for Nothing by Seanan McGuire: Yay! Finally getting Antimony’s story (the younger sister of two other characters in this series who have gotten books). It’s interesting seeing Verity from the perspective of a younger sister, and dealing with the fallout from the previous book. I’m ready for this.

Minda’s Updates

What Minda finished:

Such a Perfect Wife by Kate White – Absolutely a good mystery read, though not sure I loved where it ended up. But it fulfilled what I was going for, which was a quick read to get me back in the zone for the rest of year!

What Minda is reading now:

The Dragon Republic by R.F. Kuang – A little over halfway through and I am totally here for it. I think they’ve handled the mass genocide thing very well and I love the Eastern perspective and magic aspects of the story.

Linz’s Updates

No update from Linz this week, she’s drowning in wrapping paper.

Until next time, we main forever drunkenly yours,

Sam, Ginny, Linz, and Minda

Weekly Wrap Up: Dec 16-22, 2019 Hello boozie readers! Reminder:Our Will Read For Booze twitter account (formerly Sam's personal account) is going to be dedicated to the whole blog!

[potential-zine-blog]

Lead Creators

Lead Creators are people who are helping the mod run the zine. If you can’t get a hold of the mod feel free to ask them your questions.

Mintless - Lead Editor

twitter : @FeedMintless

tumblr : feedthemintless

portfolio : http://feedthemintless.tumblr.com/

Err, hello ? I'm Mintless, and I am use to live under pressure so don't worry about giving me more work and less sleep. Beside that I am grateful for any person who give me food and fluff. Please listen to the mod, Nika, or else i will imaginary Slap you and give you a "you-deceive-me" stare.

Mebuki - Page Creator

My main socials are:

http://meteorysh.tumblr.com

http://twitter.com/Meteorysh

Hi! I'm Mebuki and I'm an artist. I love Keith more than everything in the entire galaxy. And also Shiro!! They're the lights of my life. All of my work can be viewed on my artblog, http://meteorysh.tumblr.com ~ Everything's properly tagged so you can easily browse, too. (e.g. tagged 'voltron', tagged 'sheith' etc). Looking forward to help saving the universe with this amazing team!!

Grayson/Gray - Lead Cosplayer

https://twitter.com/ghostyjpg

http://ghostyjpg.tumblr.com/

Hey there, my name is Grayson but I also go by Gray or Keith. I'm an

artist and cosplayer and will be your lead cosplayer for this zine!

You can check out my cosplays over on my instagram @ghostprincecosplay

if you're interested! I have a lot of free time and am probably the

most awkward Canadian you'll ever meet. I look forward to

participating and helping out in the zine!

Kat - Lead writer

Hi, thank you for the opportunity for a lead position!! I'm so excited for this zine and can't wait to see it come together.

My preferred socials are twitter.com/jedimasterkat7 and jedimasterkatwrites.tumblr.com

You can see all my work on Ao3 under the name jedimasterkat! Here's a link just in case: http://archiveofourown.org/users/jedimasterkat/works

And here's a little description for me (this was harder than I thought lol):

Hey cool cats, my name is Kat and I'm a writer! Voltron has single handedly saved and ruined my life. I love the whole Voltron team, but Keith and Lance make me cry on a daily basis. You can see my work on Ao3 under the name jedimasterkat, and I encourage you to check out the amazing work of the mod, Nika, and my fellow leads as well. Feel free to message me or talk to me, I'm the chillest of chill and love meeting more people!

Viperfish/Viper - Lead Artist

Tumblr - https://viiperfish.tumblr.com/

Twitter - https://twitter.com/Viiperfish

Artwork - https://viiperfish.tumblr.com/tagged/viperart

Hey! I’m Viper (they/them) and I’m an animation student from England! My hobbies include drawing monsters and demon boys as well as crying over fictional characters haha. As much as I love all of the Voltron characters, my favourite character is Pidge, with Lance being a close second!

The best place to contact me is through tumblr messenger/tumblr ask (but you can still contact me through my gmail or twitter!) I’m happy I can help and I look forward to working with you guys!

Sam/Aether - Page Creator

here are my socials:

twitter: aetherlogic

tumblr: aetherlogic

discord: aetherlogic

Ii post most of my doodles through twitter and only a select few pieces on my tumblr, but most of my stuff would be in my portfolio: https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B1GfWM8hTySqQTM3ZDZ5dkszbjg

Hi! I'm Sam/aether and I'm really excited to be a lead creator for this zine. A little about me: I'm an artist who basically runs on no sleep and is stressed 24/7. I really enjoy participating in Voltron fan events, and I will actually throw myself off a cliff for (especially) Pidge, Coran, and my ships.

I'll do my best to make sure that everything runs smoothly and effectively! I'm an artist for the zine as well; I post my doodles on my twitter and some finished pieces on my tumblr.

Brii - Lead Editor

My works can all be found on Ao3  - archiveofourown.org/users/StygianLotus/works

Hey, my name is Brii (they/them), and I'm a writer. You can find my works on Ao3 under the name StygianLotus, but I also encourage you to check out the other amazing leads and the mod, Nika. Voltron dragged me back into fandoms (not that it's a bad thing), and my favorite character is Shiro, with Lance and Hunk not too far behind. Feel free to send me a message whenever!

Hannah - Page Creator

My work will be here (it will be soon, I will post the rest as soon as possible): https://www.wattpad.com/user/phoenixninja978

twitter is: https://twitter.com/hannahzgrace

main tumblr is: https://startled-seastar.tumblr.com/

second tumblr it is here: https://trouvaille-love.tumblr.com

Hi there! It's Hannah! I am an avid fandom nerd and figure skater (not a very good one, I believe), and I'm glad to help with this project! Reading is one of my favorite pastimes, and I would love to just sit on the couch and read all day. Realistically, though, I'm probably either stressing about where my life is going or distracting myself from that by watching VLD, attack on titan, or yuri!!! on ice. I'm awkward, my inbox is always open, and I'm excited to get started!

Kayt - Lead Writer

Socials @Sleeping4tNight on twitter and tumblr. Um... a self description? I like to proofread I guess. That's a thing...I'm not good at describing myself. I love being in fandom and participating in stuff because that's fun. I love music so I like making playlists and writing stuff. I'm pretty open to talking whenever. Oh dear, I promise I'm not as boring as I sound.

Ninna - Lead Writer

Twitter: https://twitter.com/annattata

Tumblr: https://ninnani.tumblr.com/

i all, I’m Ninna (she/they). I’m a creative writing major in Florida. I’ve been writing for most of my life, and I have two original short stories pending publication in my campus literary magazine.

I live and breath AU’s, I’m a huge multishipper, and I love Lance a perfectly healthy amount. I’m always available if you need to talk through a plot hole or need a quick beta read. I give really in depth critiques and constructive criticism, and I try to give the feedback that I would want to receive as a writer. I’m a big fan of comment sandwiches, I’ll tell you want works and what doesn’t and I’ll give you advice on what to do next. Don’t let the intimidate you though, I love, love, love encouraging other writers and helping them grow

The best way to contact me would be through discord and tumblr. Twitter works just as well, I just check it less often.

Cara - Lead Editor

Kay - Page Creator

Twitter: twitter.com/futuresounclear

Tumblr: fallenangels181.tumblr.com

Discord: DarkAngels181 #2821

YouTube: http://youtube.com/user/fallenangels181

Hello, the name’s Kay! I'm so happy to be a part of this zine! I am a writer and an AMV editor who is very invested in the Voltron and loves to see positivity for our beloved Paladins. I'm Shiro and Sheith trash, though I am a multishipper too. Please feel free to check out my channel or social media. I will respond as quickly as I can on twitter or Tumblr, so feel free to message me to just chat anytime! I look forward to working with everyone!

Jax - Lead Artist

Tumblr: flyingmintbunny32.tumblr.com

Instagram: instagram.com/jaxarts32/?r=sun1

My insta is also the best place to see my work as well

Ciao, Jax here and I'm one of the Lead Artists. I'm about as socially adept as Keith in real life but I tend to be easygoing online so feel free to chat with me. I do get distracted or off-topic easily but otherwise I'm pretty chill about most things, just respect me and I'll do the same with you. I'm also nonconforming so use whichever pronouns for me you'd like. Art wise I love drawing backgrounds and thighs mostly but I've definitely been trying to reach out more so if my art changes or looks different that's normal. Also I literally love all ships so if ya need to fangirl I'm your human.

Danu - Lead Artist

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/danuqq/

Tumblr: danuqq.tumblr.com

Art Tumblr: danuqqart.tumblr.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/danuqq?s=09

Hi, I'm Danu! I love cats and pastel things, I'm an artist but I'm still learning, so don't be afraid of sharing your WIPs with me, we're all friends here.

I'm gay for Allura and Pidge, but I love all my Voltron boys too .

If you want to contact me the best way of doing so is on Instagram or Tumblr, I don't really use Twitter but if you can't contact me in the first two socials go there, I'll try to check it once in a while.

Raven - Lead Artist

Tumblr: http://emptyfishtanks.tumblr.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/emptyfishtanks

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/fishtanksart/?hl=en

Hello! I am Raven/Mikey and I go by They/them! I am a digital art and animation student, and have been seriously doing art for about 3 years. My current occupation is being a student and doing art commissions. My favorite Voltron character is a tie between Pidge and Keith. I love talking to new people, and anyone can feel free to message me at my social media!I am looking forward to working with everyone on the zine!