#rochelle romanoff

[sci-fi-lexcon]

—> Lexi being off center 😭

In other words, just trying to stay positive but she often mutters out the most random stuff

Scenario 1

Liane walks in complaining about whatever it is she saw on the media lately as Lexi and the others are trying to have a gentle breakfast. Particularly Lexi, who couldn’t sleep a single wink last night due to her allergies flaring up horribly the previous night, in response she was uncomfortable the entire time.

She loves the blonde to death, but sometimes she wanted to throw a frying pan at her head.

Rochelle noticed her hand twitching and how Lexi’s grip on her glass of ice cold water tighten, like she might crush it.

“Are you okay?” The redhead asked, rubbing her shoulder.

She sighed and grunts with a soft glare, “Peachy..”

——

Scenario 2

Sitting in the living room watching a movie. Especially Tangled.

Rick walks in, “Do you think if I throw a car around would that count as a training exercise?”

Liane raise an eyebrow, “The f-!”

“Ooo! Be careful.” Luna says smiling.

Lexi looks up from her laptop and scoffs, “It would count as you ending up behind bars. And, I ain’t paying for your bail.”

——

Scenario 3

“You did what?!” Lexi shouted pushing her bangs out of her face and glared.

“It wasn’t my fault!”

“That’s it! I’mma rip that ponytail out!”

The person runs for their life.

“I didn’t know I swear!” She yells back, “I wasn’t thinking straight!”

Lexi runs after them and screamed, “Use that big head of your!”

——

Scenario 4

“Do you speak Spanish?” Rick asked casually

Lexi raise an eyebrow, “Yes..?”

“Great. Translate this for me.”

He hands her a note from Rei saying ‘eat shit’ in Spanish. Due to the blonde accidentally destroying the lab again.

She smiled sheepishly, “You don’t want to know..”

——

Scenario 5

“I know there is overwhelmed and underwhelmed. But can’t you just be whelmed?” Lexi asked clumsily.

Luna thinks for a moment and shrug, “Uh, I don’t know..oh maybe you can!”

Rick rolled his eyes.

——

Scenario 6

“Lexi the cable’s out.” Bruce says softly.

Lexi trying to get the remote control to work and grumbled, “Ugh! What’s wrong with this thing?!”

“Did you hear what I said? The cable’s out.”

“Maybe it needs new batteries..?”

She hits the back of the remote and press the button on the tv to turn it on—but fails! It’s not working.

Bruce pinching the bridge of his nose and snorted at her reaction. He repeats, “Lexi, listen to me carefully. The. Cable. Is. Out.”

It take a moment before her mind clicked onto what he said as her head spinning around to face him.

Her eyes widen as she shouted, “THE CABLE IS OUT?!”

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[ask-missparker]

Okay, who’s driving? ~ Marvel Blurb

Pairing: Mia x Nikolai, Liane x Ethan, Rick x Luna, Cole x Jeremy

Friendship pair: Josh & Bella

Summary: Moments like this the universe just wants to make it harder on us. In other words, they should’ve just called Cole…

Other characters included/mentioned: Rochelle, Michelle, Cole, Rick and Luna

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Warning: Slight small mention of labor, but it is mostly comedic relief to move the story forward more than anything else. Nothing graphic or informative or insane. So you’re fine. ANYWAYs, please chaos from the young avengers and family members enjoy 😉

Note: Sorta OUAT but also could be Marvel fic haha (depending on how you look at it 😊)

A/N: This was a fun idea that could be seen as crack too, due to how much going on in the fanfic. Please enjoy!

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It was supposed to be a simple afternoon—well simple for the average group, due to them all hunting down the potions and stuff to stop the tide coming their way. A wicked protection spell.

You know save the day and explore that kinda thing?

So in response they were all sent a little goose chase and hunt for it at the docks.

It was good, they found the hidden gems and a piece of the puzzle to make the potion for later. Even broke half of the curse, destroying the spell, thanks to Liane, Joshua and Bella—restoring memories back for everyone. Yay, everything is safe and sound.

Just as things were going well at the docks with everyone talking and deciding to go back to the town square, Mia felt something off. She gripped Nikolai’s bicep and winced slightly.

“Love, are you alright?” He asked softly placing a hand on her lower back for support.

Mia chuckled awkwardly, “Eh, he he, well, either that was a Braxton Hick or a real one…”

“You’re a two weeks early, t-that’s not possible.” He replied in surprise, his tone sounding calm despite him internally freaking out.

“Yeah, well, since when have your children ever been one to surprise us by coming late?” She added jokingly.

Ethan, who was walking with Liane, looked up noticing his friends in distress. He knew his question would sound stupid, yet he still asked, “Are you guys alright?”

“You’re about to be an uncle again.” Mia murmured before clearing her throat once the contractions left and smiled in relief.

“Oh shit! I’mma be uncle again, I wasn’t there the first time around and now I am! This is exciting news—”

He was swiftly cut off by Nikolai who chuckled, “Uh Ethan, buddy, can you help me get everyone in the cars? Mia, where are the keys?”

Liane gasped, “You let her pregnant ass drive us to the docks?! Have you no shame?!”

“No! We took her car and I drove us here, I gave her the keys for safe keeping afterwards!”

“That still doesn’t make sense to me! You got magic and you couldn’t drive yourself!?”

“My car is getting fixed at Tony’s shop! We did needed another form of transportation here, and I will have you know I drive pretty well.”

Liane grinned, “Well in that case I’m driving! Me and the kids in one car. Ethan, Nik and Mia in the other. To the hospital people! Chop chop!”

The blonde sounded way too confident and overly proud of herself with that statement.

Everyone else looked at her like she was nuts. Yes, they were all vastly skilled in their respective fields but they all had their weaknesses. Everyone and their mother knew that Liane wasn’t the best driver per se.

Ethan loved his wife too much to say anything about it, as he was too busy in shock that Liane snatch the keys out of his hand. Joshua rolled his eyes and groaned at the idea, rubbing his mother’s shoulder in comfort. Even he was a better player in driving someone around.

Nikolai whined knowing it wasn’t the best idea to have the blonde drive both teenagers around to the hospital.

The only one truly brave enough in the chaos at the moment, despite being awakened by the curse to speak up was youngest lady there.

“Absolutely not!” Belladonna exclaimed snatching the keys out of her mom’s hands. “Are we really going to listen to her? Josh back me up here!”

Liane gasped in offensive frustration, “Um excuse you, young lady, but who do you think you’re talking to, sweetie?”

“Mom, I love you, but unfortunately you’re not the best driver.”

“I’m an experienced and excellent driver, sweetie.”

Bella muttered under her breath, “Yeah, when we were cursed and under that damn spell…”

“BELLA?!” Liane screamed in shock and gasped. “My own daughter this is—”

Joshua sighed speaking up, “Aunt Lia, she’s got a point. Last week you decided to give an another driving lesson and crash into a mailbox.”

Liane eyes widen and scoffed, “Well if I ever…it was one time!”

Joshua smirked, “It happened more than once. Also I think I should drive.”

“Him?!” Ethan yelled putting stuff in the car and bumping his head against the trunk.

“You?!” Liane added dramatically, “You’re both children you don’t even have you—”

Bella smirked as well nudging for Joshua to pull out his drivers permit, as he showed it to the others. Liane’s jaw dropped as Ethan blinked. Nikolai was rubbing his wife’s back and snickered at their reactions. He was proud.

“Since when did you-?!” Liane yelled breaking the silence.

“Back in New York, I got it.” Joshua added simply, a hint of confidence in his tone.

Bella couldn’t help but crack a smile and tease him, “Yeah, sure, it took him almost 6 months but he got it..”

Soon enough, different set of bickering broke out between the 5 of them.

“They are both babies they aren’t drive!”

“Liane not the time!”

“I can’t believe you decided to tell us now, Ethan?!”

“What you yelling at me for?!”

“I don’t know, it just feels right to yell.”

“Oh my god..”

“Are you sure we can’t all just drive together in one car?”

“Not a bad idea…out of both of us, who was the biggest space?”

“Idiot, how would that work, Nikolai?”

“I’m brainstorming, shut up.”

“Cause you guys stop fighting please? It’s not helping. I can take us three there, while Ethan gets there first.”

“Joshua, you’re a child!”

“I’m 17!”

“It was worth a shot, Bella…”

“Just let me drive!”

“Mom no!”

“Bella, please, the adults are talking.”

“You don’t even the slightest directions to the hospital!”

“THERE IS GPS FOR A REASON!”

“Shouldn’t we just call an ambulance?”

“That would take too long, Ethan!”

“Oh my goodness my nieces are gonna be born on a dock!?”

“No they ain’t!”

Mia finally shouted over everyone, “GUYS!”

“What?!” They all yelled back.

She sighed pointing to herself in a sing song tone, as if stating the obvious. “Hello.” She added hands on her hips for added effect.

The group was silent before getting the hint all making “ohhh!” and “ah, oh yeah, right.”, along with a bunch of apologies being given by the others. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes and smile despite the mild pain she felt, coming and going.

Ethan spoke up as they followed the lead to the cars and asked, “Wait, wait, who’s driving?”

“I am!” Liane added, as if it was obvious.

She quickly got a bunch of objections and heads being shook in disagreement over her statement. Some rapidly shouted, “NO!”

Nikolai put a hand on his wife’s shoulder in silent support and turn to the group firmly, “Ethan’s driving us, Joshua’s driving you guys.”

“Yes!” Joshua exclaimed happily as him and Bella fist bumped.

Bella called shotgun and scurried over to the car.

Liane opened her mouth to speak wondering if Nikolai was serious or not, but one firm look from the brunette and she shut up completely.

——

———

Soon enough they all arrive to the hospital, Joshua was left to park both cars as Ethan and Liane helped Mia into a wheelchair.

Nikolai was filling out forms when he noticed their friends all there. He stood there in shock, “What hell-? How did you guys—when did you guys get here?”

Michelle smiled sitting in one of the waiting chairs, “You really think we would miss this? Dude, it’s my nieces being born. Plus it’s gives me a chance to give Alexander the middle finger if he arrives.”

“I—But I didn’t call you! No one texted you.”

Bella smirked looking up from her phone, “Oh, when Josh was driving I texted Michelle. Figured she would like to know, but I didn’t expect her to come.”

Rochelle rushed in from one of the hospital rooms and smiled, “Oh hey! You’re here, that’s great, well me and Luna were already here anyway when Michelle called me.”

Mia, who was sitting in the wheelchair rubbing her backside, was about to ask what happened when the loud screams were heard down the hall. They belonged to Rick. Along with the insults.

“Long story short, Ricky got hurt earlier while experimenting on something with the kids..” Rochelle added, “He’ll be fine.”

Bella and Mia both rolled their eyes as Nikolai stayed quiet shaking his head.

Just before anyone could anything a cloud of magical thick smoke appeared. As the smoke cleared away, it showed Cole looking annoyed, angry and worried. The man was enjoying a peaceful afternoon in his shop, with his husband Jeremy while babysitting the children, when he got the damn news. He was in the middle of teaching one of his nephews, George, some cool spells! So he wasn’t happy.

Liane froze meanwhile Ethan signed looking at his brother.

“You should’ve call me!” Cole exclaimed loudly rushing over to the group. “Why did I just get a damn text from Bella that my angels are coming?! You idiots, you could’ve just call me instead of arguing over who gets the bloody keys?! UGH!”

“Cole, we can explain.” Liane started but was cut off.

“Ha! Please tell you didn’t drive, last week you hit my mailbox.”

“THAT WAS YOURS?!”

Ethan and Michelle snorted loudly but was stopped short by a glare from Cole.

Rochelle stay quiet running away to go check on Rick and Luna, not wanting to feel Cole’s wrath today. The redhead almost bumped into a wall rushing away from the group.

Besides Rick yelled, “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OUT THERE?!”

Luna shouted over him, “Ricky stay still! The doctor is trying to remove the nails and splinters!”

Cole looked at Nikolai and pointed, “And you! What were you thinking?! As her husband I would believe you would have some sense to inform me or not waste time—”

Nikolai raised both eyebrows and furrow his eyebrows, “Don’t even start with me! I was more focused on my wife than calling anyone. None of us expected this to happen and we would’ve gotten here sooner, if it wasn’t for Liane’s performance.”

Liane gasped, “Me?! I offered to drive but you all refused to take me seriously.”

Bella and Ethan shared a look, slowly wheeling Mia away from the group and into her hospital room. Michelle got the hint, scurry off to follow them into the hallway as well, not without snapping pictures for blackmail later.

Joshua walked in a few minutes later, after successfully parking both cars, seeing his father, aunt and uncle Cole fighting.

“What did..?” He started before being dragged away by his best friend, “Gah, son of—!”

“Come on I’ll explain later.” Bella remarked ushering him into the room.

“Bella what did you do?!”

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Hehe I agree nothing! Also the poor mailbox 😂

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[askstevella]

What did you call me? / Marvel Universe FanFic AU

Pairing: Michelle x Rochelle, Steve x Stella

Summary: With new family members coming soon, names after often being thrown around and questioned. And Stella is very persistent about the names being good ones.

Characters mentioned/included: Riley Banner, Natasha Romanoff, Thiago Strange and etc

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Rochelle was sitting on the couch wearing a green sweater that fit her growing bump as Riley sat beside her playing with her duckies. Steve was sitting on the armchair, responding to Michelle’s text messages about everyone’s lunch order.

They were watching Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella back to back together.

That’s when Natasha raced down the stairs grinning taking seat next to her daughter and in response everyone looked at her.

“Uh, mom why the smile?” Rochelle asked humorously as she smiled.

Nat grins as she said, “You guys are gonna love this! I found out why Stella is so obsessed with finding nice names for the twins.”

“Nat, relax.” Steve said in a calm tone, despite his amusement smile. “But I’m intrigued.”

“Well I talked to Thiago and a few other sources, perks of being a spy, and he said that Stella’s real name is Pepa.” Natasha exclaims grinning.

“Pepa?!” Yelled the Steve and Rochelle at the same time.

“I have a Tia Pepa?!” Shouted Riley in surprise and disbelief, smiling widely.

Steve spoke up, “Wait, wait that doesn’t make any sense! Her first name is Estella, not once have any other paperwork ever said Pepa.”

Rochelle raised an eyebrow, “How?!”

Natasha kept an amusing look on her face as she explained, “Well, yes her name is Estella but everyone called her Pepa because that was her second name. I swear she has two middle names after that one! This woman has a long full name I’ll tell you that. According to Thiago, she was teased by everyone in Kindergarten and begged for it to be changed to Stella.”

Steve’s expression seemed to soften at the explanation given as Rochelle smiled sympathetically.

“Now that makes sense to me.” Rochelle said after a brief pause.

“Yeah.” Steve added, “Explains why she wanted more Americanized names and names with meaning behind them for us kids too.”

———

That’s when Stella walked in carrying bag of tap shoes smiling. She removed them from the bag.

“Look what I found.” She said in a sweet sing song tone, before placing them on the floor for Riley.

Riley grin brightly but there was a hint of mischief in her eyes as she replied, “Thank you for finding my shoes, Tia Pepa.”

Stella ruffled her blonde curls muttering a soft, “Your welcome.”

But as Stella turned to walk away, her brain fired up actually taking in Riley’s response. The brunette blinked in disbelief as her eyes darted over in a glare to Natasha, Steve and Rochelle.

The two redheads snorted covering their mouths trying to hide their laughter, as the blonde bit back a playful grin.

She looked back at Riley briefly as her voice turned critical and suspiciously, her eyebrows furrowed.

“What did you call me?” Stella asked.

Riley smirked, “Tia Pepa. That’s your name!”

That one line for the small blonde girl caused a ripple of laughter from Natasha, Rochelle and Steve.

However Stella pointed a finger that immediately struck the three to stop laughing, even though their smile stayed clear on their faces.

“Who told you my name was Pepa?” Stella asked, her eyes narrow and her finger pointed.

“Thiago.” Natasha answered grinning.

“He’s lying.” She quipped quickly, in a snappy tone.

Rochelle snorted and grinned similar to her mother, rubbing her belly watching the scene in front of her.

Steve smirked as his voice cut in a soft warning, “Stell.”

Stella dropped her finger and out her hands in her pocket as she muttered, “Okay. It’s…Pepa.”

That cause the trio, Riley included this time, to laugh. Stella sent that a little glare.

“Pepa isn’t just a name with meaning…but it’s my great grandmother’s name.” Stella explained in mock seriousness tone, “I’ll have you know that she was a lovely woman, who grew a garden of beans for the neighborhood back in then! Everyone ate very well those years.”

“And the name of that one character in Encanto!” Rochelle added, smiling and glancing up at the brunette. “Her mood affects the weather.”

“That too. Why do you think you did a double take when i heard her name?”

Steve couldn’t help but tease his wide as he snorted, “Fits you perfectly. Why didn’t you ever tell us?”

Stella shrugged and quickly remarked glancing over at them, “There was nothing to tell.”

“Oh really? Sounds like there was.”

“Well, growing up as a child in a mixed heritage neighborhood and going to school, you can get teased for your name. Kids are mean and insensitive!..so, well, I changed it.”

Rochelle nods in agreement and smiled sympathetically, “That I would agree with. They can be mean and cruel over something as simple as your name.”

“Makes sense why you want my grandchildren names to be nice and well thought out, huh?” Natasha asked smiling kindly.

“And why you named sure our children names have a flow to them.” Steve added grinning. “Or at least sound well with a meaningful background to them.”

Stella grinned in return of their understanding of her consistent approach towards baby names and how everyone’s name shouldn’t be criticized by the public.

However she adored nicknames and being able to play around with names whenever possible. It’s one of her favorite things.

Riley looked at her auntie still smirking as she asked, “So do you want me to call you Tia Pepa?”

Stella chuckled, “Pff! No, what am I, some kind of Salsa dancer? Come on, princess.”

The brunette tickled Riley who was sitting in Natasha’s lap and giggling at her auntie’s tickling skills.

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Just as things were rolling into a nice follow of conversation, Thiago walked in with Michelle. They were carrying a set of chicken wings and potstickers in bags, with drinks.

“What did we miss?” Thiago asked grinning broadly.

Stella eyes darted up to her brother as she glared, “Run.”

His eye widen recognizing the look on his baby sisters face and smirked. He remembered exactly what he did and honestly didn’t regret it too much, however he ran out of spite. Stella follow behind her rushing out the living room door and dash down the hallway to follow him.

Michelle roared in laughter, as yelled and quoted, “Run, Forrest, run!”

Rochelle chuckled at her fiancé and snorted, “Be nice.”

“I’m always nice, now who’s hungry?”

“I am!”

Riley grinned scurrying off the couch in excitement and hunger following her auntie Michelle to the kitchen.

Natasha and Steve shared a look chuckling.

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Ahhh I couldn’t help myself. It’s been a while since I done a fic on here.

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[marvelsfavoriteuncle]

My two unofficial nieces stole my croissants 🥐

and went on to share the food with their friends

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I leave for 5 minutes and they all went hard on the boxes of croissants!

And I caught Rick then Liane stealing the box of donuts I also brought.

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[purpleprincessonfyre]

Marvel AU - Monster (or coward?)

Timeline: During The Battle of New York, but what if Sylvie and Loki invaded New York together?

Characters: Liane Felton, Loki Laufeyson, Sylvie Laufeydottir

Features: Ethan Lensherr, Rochelle Romanoff-Felton and some characters from Liane's past

IB: Monster by Imagine Dragons, Avengers (2012)

'Ever since I could remember

Everything inside of me

Just wanted to fit in,'

"We need to get out of here, this building isn't stable!"

"Funny, I was about to say that about your mental state!" Ethan joked, holding back debris as Liane ran for safety. The battle of New York was raging as heroes ran left and right trying to get STARK staff members away from the tower in a hurry.

"You're cute. Come on, I don't wanna drag you out from underneath rubble."

"Go, I'll hold it off until everyone's safe."

Liane nodded and ran towards the exit but as she ran through what she thought was the door to outside she found herself inside a box that seemed to be made of pure gold. When she turned around the door was gone and she was entirely surrounded by walls of gold, from floor to ceiling. Liane growled, her fists balled as her anger rose.

'If I told you what I was

Would you turn your back on me?

And if I seem dangerous

Would you be scared?'

"Dammit Loki or whatever, let me out!"

A dry chuckle echoed through the hollow space, clearly enjoying this.

"My my, Miss Felton. You forget yourself. That's hardly the way a polite young lady would address her father..."

"What?"

Liane turned to follow the sound and saw her father before her, standing in her family home with her, her surroundings now resembling her family's dining hall. She knew it was magic but she could hear the ticking grandfather clock on the floor, she could feel the heat from the roaring fire, she could smell the sharp scent of the lillies on the dining table and the hairs on her neck stood straight up as she heard the unmistakable voice.

"Come on little lady, say you're sorry and give me a smile."

"I won't fall for your tricks! That's not my father!"

"How dare you, you insolent girl!" Her father snarled, leaning in to hit her, booze on his breath.

"I'm not scared of you, your stupid magic can't hurt me, you're gonna have to try harder than that if you want to hurt me, Dumb and Dumber."

'I get the feeling just because

Everything I touch isn't dark enough

That this problem lies in me.'

The image of her father melted away and suddenly she was in her childhood bedroom and the scent of nail polish hung in the air as someone approached her, someone looming over her by miles. Then she saw his eyes and his wicked grin and felt her heart race. It was Quentin. She felt so much younger in his gaze, so much smaller and so naive. It stung her eyes seeing him like that before her, as if she'd never even left.

"Little Sister...myself and the boys want to play a little game and we need a damsel in distress."

"You're a liar, you always were!"

"What? We simply want to rescue the pretty princess but you will have to get in the boat and let us tie you up. But don't worry! We'll rescue you. Eventually."

"Rot in hell, Quentin!"

"Have it your way..."

Liane's eyes stung with tears as her eyes changed colour.

"Stop it, stop it Quent!"

"Awwww baby's crying! Look at the baby crying!"

"YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH QUENTIN OR I WILL BURN YOUR STUPID HEAD!"

'Can I clear my conscience

If I'm different from the rest

Do I have to run and hide?'

The illusions faded as she was transported back into the box.

"Now there's the Felton I was told about..."

"You could do so much if you weren't so pathetic and predictable all the time..."

"Who ever heard of a hero that can burn you alive?"

"You can both shut up! I changed! But you...you never will."

"Shame. We were really getting somewhere for a minute there. Shall we?"

"Go on then."

The room melted away all over again and now Liane saw a place she'd tried to forget. A room she wished she'd never entered. Seeing a face she never wanted to see again. And hearing that voice that haunted her days and nights ever since she put him away.

'I never said that I want this

This burden came to me

And it's made it's home inside,'

"Guten tag, frauline...."

"Edmund..."

"Awww no pet name this time? Aw you are shaking like a leaf. Would you like my coat?"

"You stay away from me!"

"But why? You knew this was happening, und you never said no to it before. You befriended those girls, you bought them the drinks, you made them your friends all happy, and you let me take them away..."

"I was drunk! You always made sure of that, you filthy monster!"

"Nein! Nein, I am not the only monster here. You were, how you say, complicit in the crimes? You could have said no. You could have said you wanted no part in my plans. But you were just so desperate to be loved and adored that you turned a blind eye! All those innocent, naive girls! The blood of those girls is ON YOUR HANDS ALONE! You, are the true monster, Frauline."

'A monster, a monster

I've turned into a monster

A monster, a monster

And it keeps getting stronger.'

Every wall started to reflect just Liane's reflection back at her but each one was different. Her childhood, her teens, her eyes bright purple in all of them, each reflection whispering the same word over and over again as the word started to ring in her head like a death toll.

Monster.

Monster.

Monster!

"ENOUGH!" Liane screamed as the room was consumed by flames, the reflections all melting and the illusions shifting in a jarring fashion from Edmund Zola, to Quentin, to Milton and then back to Loki, who was grinning from ear to ear.

"We finally broke her...told you it was easy."

"You were right, turns out if one's heart is so blackened and bruised, then it won't be tricky to turn it darker."

"I'm not a monster!"

"Oh really? Monsters are born from anger, pain and hatred. Monsters act without thought. Monsters are ruthless. And what does that make you? A monster? Or a coward?"

"I'll take coward over monster any day, and for the record I was tricked!"

The two Lokis laughed, holding their stomachs as tears rolled down their cheeks as if Liane had just told the funniest joke.

"Were you now? So you lashing out at your father, was because of a trick?"

"You hurting your brothers, that was the fault of a trick?"

"You turning on Edmund and testifying against him, all because you were tricked? No my dear sweet monster, you knew exactly what you were doing. That rage, your fire, you deliberately took that rage and damaged them.

"Scarring your father's face, burning your brother's hair, and don't forget that scar running down Eddie's chest, right over his heart. That was all you. That was the monster. And it's getting stronger. But the longer you hide it with this...hero act? It'll get murderous. It will hurt people you care about. That boy you like? Your precious cousin? Your new friends who just started to trust you? They'll all be ashes on the ground. And you'll be painted as a villain. Just like us."

Loki and Sylvie approached, as Liane looked up at them, tears in her eyes as Loki grabbed her chin harshly.

"Shhhh it's alright little Mutant, it's very simple. Either wait until your actions destroy everyone you love, or give in to us and follow the future rulers of Asgard."

"We could make your our little princess. Put a pretty crown on your golden curls. Keep you in a lovely little box where you won't hurt anyone back on Asgard. And all you'll have to do is just prance about and play dress up, ride on your very own pegasus, we'll make you your own boyfriend or girlfriend to play with, all day long. Or....you and your precious little team die. Either by your hands, or ours. Your choice, Princess."

Liane looked around her and saw her team through the confines of the box she was trapped in. All of them fighting tooth and nail to take out aliens and get the people to safety. All things she would have scoffed at a year ago. She saw Ethan, doing everything he can to help the citizens get away. Rochelle, fighting aliens left and right even as she's injured. Her team doing whatever it takes to save the world. They were better off without her.

'I'm only a man with a candle to guide me

I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me,'

Liane hung her head and looked up at the Lokis, resigned to her fate.

"Do what you like. But don't hurt my friends. Lock me up, tease me, play with me, whatever. But you don't touch them. Please." There was shame in her eyes but Liane had decided she was better off a coward than a monster. Loki nodded his approval.

"Glad you came to your senses, Little Princess. They didn't need you anyway. Sylvie?"

Sylvie wrapped chains around Liane's neck and wrists, leading her to a portal as a voice rang out, beyond the box, from the outside. Liane was barely paying attention when it hit her ears. And a smile spread on her face as it repeated. And she could see outside the box his big green eyes, his dark hair and the concern and worry in his face as he shouted across the battlefield. Ethan was calling to her.

"LIANE!"

"Silly boy, come on pet, we've built a cage just for you."

"Shame."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I said, shame. Cause your pet just remembered what freedom tastes like!"

The entire box was set ablaze as Lianes eyes glowed, her chains sizzling to dust as she approached the two Mischief deities.

"Turns out I can be both. I can be the daughter of a sleazy businessman and a hero. The sister of a disgusting politician and an Avenger. The ex fiancée of the leader of HYDRA, and the girl about to kick. Your sorry. Asses!"

The box crumbled away to nothing as Liane approached the two co-conspirators with fury in her eyes, her fists aflame.

"You'd better keep fighting cause I'm gonna make damn sure you go back where you came from AND YOU NEVER COME BACK!" Liane roared as airborne fire seemed to burst from her lungs and out of her mouth, sitting the pair ablaze as they disappeared in a poof of magic.

As she managed to find her bearings a hand reached and squeezed hers tightly. It was Rochelle's, and her bright blue cousin was smiling.

"Let's end this fight."

"Together."

And the two fighting Feltons rushed back into the fray, a new sense of courage now fostered in Liane's bruised and blackened heart, slowly starting to rise to reflect on her face. Maybe the past wouldn't define her forever. And just maybe, she would get through this and move on. But not today. That battle was for another time, in another place. Probably in a doctors office somewhere. Monster, coward, hero was starting to sound pretty good from where Liane was standing.

Hope you enjoyed!

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[darkpeacemusic]

Rules for my asks/requests

Plz read before asking for requests

Fandoms and characters I will accept (so far):

Stranger Things (Mike, Dustin, Will, Lucas, Max, Eleven, Nancy, Steve, Jonathan)

Slashers (Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Candyman, pennywise (1990), Ghostface (Stu and Billy), Billy Lenz, Carrie, Chucky, Tiffany, Michael Myers, Bubba Sawyer, Jennifer Check, Norman Bates, Sinclair Brothers, Harry Warden)

Five Nights at Freddy’s (both games and movie) (Michael Afton, Mike Schmidt, Vanessa A., Vanessa Shelley, any animatronics except BB and JJ, Gregory (platonic only), Cassie (platonic only), Abby Schmidt (platonic only), Henry Emily)

Beetlejuice (Lydia Deetz, Beetlejuice)

Final Girls/Guy (Nancy Thompson, Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers, Ash Williams)

Fullmetal Alchemist (Edward, Al)

Pirates of the Caribbean (Jack Sparrow, Hector Barbossa)

South Park (Kenny, Kyle, Butters)

Creepypasta/Slenderverse (Ben Drowned (platonic only), Jeff, Liu, Sully, Jane, Ticci Toby, Masky/Tim, Hoodie/Brian, Kate the Chaser, Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, Slender brothers (platonic only), Sally (platonic only), Dr Smiley, Nurse Ann, Nina, Candy Pop, Jason the Toymaker, The Puppeteer, Clockwork, Rouge, Wilson, Zalgo (platonic only), Nathan, Bloody Painter, Kagekao, Jill, Sadie, Hobo Heart, Cat Hunter, Chris the Revenant, X-Virus, Dollmaker, Frankie the Undead, Judge Angels, Lifeless Lucy (platonic only), Lost Silver (platonic only), Glitchy Red, Dr. Locklear, Lulu (platonic only), Killing Kate, Evan, Lauren, Jeff (from EMH), Jay Merrick, Alex Kralie, Amy, Jessica Locke, Seth Wilson, Will Grossman)

DCEU (Bruce Wayne)

MHA (Deku, Bakugo, Tokoyami, Kirishima, Denki, Jirou, Iida, Todoroki, Awaiza (platonic only), Mina, Tyusu, Momo)

MCU (Tony Stark (platonic only), Steve Rogers (platonic only) Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Loki, Bruce Banner)

Harry Potter (Harry, Ron, Hermione, Snape, Dumbledore (platonic only), Nevel, Remus, the Weasley twins (Fred and George), Luna, Ginny, Draco)

Boyfriend to Death 1 + 2 (Strade, Ren, Lawrence, Sano, Vincent, Akira, Cain, Damien)

Till Death Do Us Part (Chris, Marcus, Aria, Jack, Ellen)

Alice Madness Returns (Alice)

L4D1 + 2 (Bill, Francis, Louis, Zoey, Coach, Ellis, Nick, Rochelle)

What I will write

General headcanons

X reader headcanons

Oneshots

Canon x canon headcanons (as long as it's appropriate)

Fluff

Angst

Gender neutral reader

Child reader (plantonic)

NSFW/Smut

Poly (only if the characters are the same age and are not related to each other)

S/Os with certain mental illnesses (eg anxiety, OCD, depression)

What I will not accept

Any specific gender reader (Cuz I don’t want to offend anyone by accident)

Rape

Abuse

Parent S/O

Trans S/O (again trying not offend anyone by accident)

Incest

Pedophilla

Pregnant S/O

[ask-missparker]

The Swap… // Marvel Fanfic ⚖️⏳🪤

Pairing: Baddie Amelia and Good Mia

Summary: This is a good and bad to everyone, especially in those who you believe are not..

Characters mentioned: The Young Avengers, SHIELD, Petra etc

———

Weeks past.

No winds, no roofing, no calls nor anything. She was beginning to think no one is coming to get her.

The memories came rolling back from her head. Slylvie, the explosive, and the doppelgänger in her place. 

Speak of the lady in question—

Amelia walked into the room with a burger, drink and new set of clothes. Mia looked at her and raised an eyebrow, despite being stuck here, she is being treated fairly…

“Well, you look like you slept well.” Amelia said putting the burger on the bed and the drink in the table, “I know you will be hungry.

“Not hungry…” Mia stated, “..what are you doing here? Ready to tease and talk my ear off again? Do you even know what you’re doing here? You’re just some mindless fool with my face!”

“Am I?”

“Yes! You’re helping Slylvie.”

“No I’m not…well, not exactly. She’s got her own personal plans and so do I.”

“And might those be?”

“Saving you.”

Mia paused in confusion. She had no idea what she was talking about. Saving her?! She was stuck here and her people were out there being saddened by some goddesses. Amelia watched her face in confusion and concern. She had her own personal plan here to save Mia and help the others here. She was just being subtle about it.

“Excuse me?” Mia questioned sitting up on the bed.

“I’m trying to be nice here! I’m trying to save you before things go from bad to worse!” Amelia exclaimed, “You think they will care about you when they sense who you really are? You don’t know your future or your worth here Mia!”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m not a mindless fool. I’ve seen what you become and a version of that world…it’s cruel, selfish, secretive and dangerous…it’s why I became who I am today and decided to play with Slylvie. I didn’t like what she was doing here. But I saw that she done, made it clear enough for an opportunity here.”

“Explain. Cause you sound nuts! Your wrong..”

“I’ve seen what we become…how strong, sweet, beautiful, kind and smart we are. You will be betrayed or you’ll do the betrayal, you will be punished and hurt! Mistreated and not worth others time…and in fear of that, you run. You leave because everything you ever wanted, needed, and cared for is ripped apart from you!”

Mia paused, “…why do you sound like you speak from experience? Like you seen a versions of this..?”

“Cause I have. You will understand someday, cause I can’t tell you everything or who I am exactly...everything and everyone you meet will turn your world upside down, for better or for worse..” Amelia explained taking a seat on the bed across from her.

“So what’s your play? Why keep me here?”

“For I can do what you won’t do. I want you to stop this nonsense, understand the importance of who you choice as a team…”

“…what do you mean?”

“Liane, Rick, Rei, Luna…Rochelle, Cass..the list goes on! They don’t know who they really are, nor do they have the slightest clue of it. They are holding back several years of secrets and lies, that will break them. Not let them flourish into who they are meant to be..”

“What did you do?!”

“Not what I did. Slylvie. She hurt them—well to be honest, they were already hurt to be beginning with and need help.”

“I did try to help them. I gave tried to give them an education, brought them together, a home—”

“You did.”

“But?”

“They need more than that…they don’t care about you or SHIELD, or anything per se. Unless it’s for their own personal benefit and development purposes—”

“What do you mean? Rochelle, Liane, Rick and the others are good people…traumatized and hurt but still..”

Amelia nodded that she was right about what said but point out that last part, “That’s the point! They are all traumatized and scared to actually speak to each other, all a bit selfish! So once they realize what you truly are and what the world has in store for them, they will turn on you…and each other.”

Mia glared, “What are you getting at? What are you doing while I’m stuck in here.”

“They need to understand one another. Let others in and heal before they can save the world and one another’s lives.”

“Okay…? How do you mean on doing that?”

“More like what I did. Because I am a verisons of you, I went the distance. I got them a mutant therapist.”

Mia blinked and scoffed, “Wait what? You got them at…”

“A therapist. Someone will help them and you…you are all traumatized.” Amelia winced.

“I am not!”

“Denying it is normal. Mia, sweetheart, you don’t know what the world has in store for you. Your life will never be the same again, I am warning you, get out before you can! Or else you will turn into me..”

“I will never turn into you!” She spat with a glare.

She nodded, “I am trying to help you here. And them! You don’t get it do you?”

“No you don’t get it! The people who I brought together are good and they are fine! And my life is my business! My choice, you don’t get to decide what I do here.”

“Do you really think they will accept you or each other once they find out who they really are? You know better than anyone who trust can ever make or break a relationship…”

“…I..no…they won’t…I saw how they are…they are all very different and secretive people…hell, their personalities and pasts aren’t too pretty…they weren’t very keen on being a team or SHIELD or anything for that matter…”

“You see? You know I’m right here…people are afraid of change and control..sometimes they need a push. That’s where I come in..”

“What are you gonna do to them…?”

Amelia could see the way Mia’s facial expression changed and softened. How they are both too sides of the same coin, knowing that the world and the people around them aren’t good. So many things she wants to say to her but won’t. She wishes that Mia would get out while she can, run and not have the future she is destined to live. But she can’t change that, even in her world of The Framework, she can’t change it.

She knows that one day she will understand why she tried to threaten her and keep her safe. But she can’t do that. She has a job here to do.

After a moment Amelia spoke, “I am not going to hurt them. I promise you that. Look, a few days, there is a Ball. I don’t know much of what the other people will do, it’s not my business or nor do I care. But I need to push theses heroes to their limits and work towards a similar goal to make them stronger. Beat their enemies and get to really know one another.”

“You’re double crossing the others to help the heroes…protect them?” Mia questioned.

“Garret and whoever else is making it do it. I am not pleased about it. Hell, i don’t care about what the others will do. As long as no one is hurt.”

“So what are you gonna do, huh?”

“I hired Petra Summers, the therapist for a reason. To push their limits and get to know the team, none of them can beat their enemies if they are fighting their own battles…”

“It won’t work..”

“It might. I have faith. If Petra and I can actually get them to actually play together, really know they are that night..they will be one step closer to healing and better yet, doing the world a bit of good.”

“Why are you doing this? Why are you keeping me here and telling me your plan?”

“Cause I know you’re too young and innocent to do it. You haven’t lived yet or seen the hardships that people face…hell, Mia, you have your own problems and questions about yourself that you are too busy or scared to answer yourself.”

Mia looked away, not wanting to admit to what she was saying. She doesn’t know who this verisons of who was, but knowing what she is hearing, Amelia knew a thing or two about what she was talking about. She has her own personal story, questions about herself and opinions onto your path or who to trust.

Yet she is faithful of the good and bad. She was tired, annoyed and frustrated at this point. She just wanted to be out.

“What are you gonna do to me? When are you gonna release me for here?” She mumbled.

“When I know Petra has done her job.” Amelia responded, “Sometimes you need to wake up and smell the roses to realize you need a little help.”

“I um…”

“And sometimes you have to be a little bad to do it.”

Amelia’s intentions were decidedly different yet somehow good, even if they weren’t exactly executed in a nice way. Some may say what she’s doing as horrible but if you look closely at what she’s trying to do, it’s probably not that bad, depending on who’s looking at the tale. She believes in mutants, humans and inhuman all living together in one world in order to do good.

She sees potential in people. She tries to protect others and herself at times.

So it’s why she hired Petra. The redhead may not say she’s a hero, but she is.

~~~~~

Ahhh I don’t know what I am doing 😂 this was an interesting piece.

Anyways let me know what you think 💭

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[marvelsfavoriteuncle]

CONFESSION TIME / — Talk Time With Me 🥺

( I am drunk 🤪)

I am a hot mess.

I miss my girl.

All my ladies. Peggy, Maria, Angie, Liz, Ana—all of that!

I was in my bedroom, resting after a workout I pulled a muscle and I’m in pain. It’s not pretty. It’s late, I’m alone having bread and drinking as the tv is on with reruns of old episodes of Scooby Doo. I am just tired but not able to sleep.

So what do I do you may ask?! I look through old stuff I have in a closet.

And what do I find?! Pictures of my girls, tiny items, figurines and whatnot..

Hell even my old camera pen! Yeah folks I owned a state of the art camera pen from the 40s.

I look and feel pathetic but do I care? Noooooo! Not me cause I am not gonna put my problems on anyone else but my own. Jarvis always said that he’ll be the one to go out dying first and I’ll go second. Did I believe the man? Of course not! Did it happen? Yes. Him and his wife Ana were peacefully asleep in bed and never woke up.

I wanna go out like that. I mean, whatever the world has for my future I’ll take it!

Among the many things I find an old fashioned blue velvet box. And no ring.

It’s empty…

Because the ring is god knows where on the finger of the women I loved..

Lizzie Stark went down swinging the night after I proposed…

It was a promise ring but also a consider an engagement ring.

——

So yeah I miss my ladies.

I miss them every time I think of them and their friendship they made.

I see Rochelle, Luna, Liane, Michelle, Marlene and the others, and I smile. Knowing that they have built a beautiful home, a friendship that will last them a lifetime and romantic bonds that will last them til the end of time.

———

Let me know what you think 💭

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[purpleprincessonfyre]

Okay so apparently it is not common knowledge that technically Ethan and I met outside the Tower...it's complicated. I knew who he was I just had never really...well you'll see. So here is the story of how we met. You are welcome @ask-missparker

Ethane - Who Could Stay?

Ship: Ethane aka Ethan Lensherr @gcthvile and Liane Felton

Mentions: Mia Parker @jackiequick, Rochelle Romanoff-Felton and Cole Lensherr

Setting: 2012, Battle of New York

IB: The Archer by Taylor Swift and Avengers (2012)

After only a few months of training, some straight talking from agents and a couple pep talks from her new friends, Liane Felton finally felt like she had a handle on this heroine thing. Granted she hadn't exactly planned on fighting an army of aliens in New York City while a trickster God taunted them with his power and menace but sometimes thems the breaks. Liane watched as the fliers started darting off towards an alleyway and looked around for anyone following them.

Everyone else according to the comms channel seemed to be otherwise engaged so she took it upon herself to deal with them. How hard could it be? She'd only seen three, maybe five heading that way. She ran towards the alleyway and her eyes glowed purple, preparing to incinerate her enemies and grinned. Easy peasy. But as she started the number of chitauri was suddenly growing quite rapidly by the minute. Soon she was almost entirely surrounded.

"Easy they come, easy they go,

I jump from the train, I ride off alone,

I never grew up, its getting so old,

Help me hold onto you."

Her fear was starting to overcome her anger and that fury fire in her belly no longer felt very strong. She tapped her comms very swiftly.

"Ummmmm help? Anyone? I um I can't do this..."

"Well, there's a first time for everything, Felton." Came a second voice as someone from up above swooped down, his eyes glowing with green energy, a smirk of slight superiority. Liane knew she recognised him but couldn't quite place where she knew him from.

"Look there was not this many when I entered the alley."

"Obviously. But if you're gonna put a target on your back, might I suggest you actually follow through?"

Liane scoffed but knew he was right. She still didn't quite have a handle on her abilities despite her best efforts. Ever since joining this team and moving into the Sandbox her anger had started to subside which had given her the impression she had gotten the hang of things. When in reality she just had less to be angry about.

"Darkside, I search for your darkside,

But what if I'm all right, right, right here?

And I cut off my nose just to spite my face,

Then I hate my reflection, for years and years."

"You shouldn't be afraid to ask for help, none of us signed up for a war."

"I know that, trust me."

"Why can't you use your fire?"

"Cause...I'm not angry. I'm scared."

"Huh. Oh I'm Ethan by the way, we've met before but I doubt you've even acknowledged my existence yet."

Ethan! Of course, that's who she was talking to.

"Yeah I know who you are."

"Really? Cause you had a deer in the headlights look like I have never seen when I landed." He blasted a few aliens that were approaching her effortlessly. He smiled at her, tossing her a gun.

"You know how to use one of these?"

"I'm a Felton. Yes, obviously."

"Great. Use it."

Liane scowled, she wasn't a fan of being shown up by this guy. Her eyes started to change colour again as she started shooting. Ethen flanked her, attacking aliens at her back while she covered the ones approaching her. Then she ran out of ammo.

"Oh...I did not check if that was fully loaded."

"Seriously!"

"Hey not my fault you have trouble performing under pressure."

"You shut up!"

"Sorry, sorry. You could probably try screaming at them? That might piss them off."

"You absolute mother-"

"I've been the archer

I've been the prey

Screaming who could ever leave me darling?

But who could stay?

(I see right through me, I see right through me)"

But before she could finish her sentence, Ethan grabbed her from behind, lifting her up into the air and holding out her hands to the remaining chitauri, incinerating them all instantly as her eyes blazed and furious lavender flames hurtled from out of her hands in quick succession. The whole alleyway was ablaze, the sounds of chitauri screaming as the flames destroyed their bodies. Ethan smiled.

"Nice one, turns out there is an off and on switch for your powers."

"You did that on purpose!"

"You. Are welcome. I figured out your trigger and you killed some aliens. Thank me later."

"I-"

He wasn't wrong. She had managed to channel her rage into a burst of flame and taken out the enemy very easily. She looked down at her hands that were now scarred with purple swirling patterns from her fire and sighed as the fire left her eyes and the street was no longer ablaze. She could control it. It just took a little extra thinking time. Ethan held her tight and flew away from the carnage and helped her land on a rooftop with him. There was a long pause as she got her bearings.

"All the king's horses, all the king's men

Couldn't put me together again

'Cause all of my enemies started out friends

Help me hold onto you."

"Thank you, Ethan."

"No worries. Now we know what pushes your buttons, we just need to figure out if there's a healthier way to trigger your fire."

"But not right now?"

"Correct. Right now we need you to take all that unchecked rage and use it to burn up a few dozen aliens apiece. You got that?"

"Just for the record, I did remember you."

"Okay now that's a lie."

"Why?"

"Because the last time I spoke to you, you called me Cole. That's my brothers name."

"Oh..."

"It's okay. I know we're all just serfs and peasants to you."

"How dare-"

"Hey!" Came over the comms, a very frustrated sounding Agent Parker from back at SHIELD. "If you two are quite down with your Lovers Quarrel, the team need a hand capturing Loki!"

"I'm sorry what?"

"No no that is not-"

"How could you even-"

"That's just-"

"You heard me. Save the flirting for later."

Liane sighed and looked at Ethan. Then she looked off into the distance and saw the fray awaiting them.

"You go high, I'll stay low?"

"Sounds like a plan, Felton." He grinned and picked her up carefully and flew back towards the STARK Tower and dropped her off carefully before heading upwards to try and catch Loki. Liane landed beside Rochelle who was furiously slicing at aliens with her laser blades.

"And just where have you been?"

"Got sidetracked. Won't happen again."

"Good cause we're getting our asses handed to us. You mind?"

"Sure thing."

Liane's eyes turned purple as she started blasting through the aliens with her fire, back in the fight. Maybe it wasn't so bad being in control. And maybe, just maybe, it was fun working as a team. Her eye caught Ethan's as they were both fighting and she swore she saw him wink at her as they took at chitauri and the battle wore on. It wasn't Liane's worst meet cute to say the least. Ah shit. She was catching feelings. It had been ten whole minutes. And that made her a bit angry. At least her fire was doing its job again. Shit.

"You could stay

You could stay

You...

Combat, I'm ready for combat..."

There! That's the true story. Weirdest part is that you were there Mia but I guess it didn't occur to you that that was the spark that made us fall in love...

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[ask-missparker]

Hello old friend. 🍎 ONCE UPON A TIME AU 👑

Cinderella!Roch & Snow!Mia short blurb

The birds were chirping but the sky was gloomy, clouds brushed against each other looking around for space.

The last couple of days felt very lonely to say the least. However she tried to make the best of it and keep herself busy around town, helping Ethan and the others with restoring the place. They had a few mishaps lately with Alexander, people breaking into stores, fights among the folks who lived there and questionable behavior from the former team members.

Villains trying to resurface their past selfishness and corruption to the heroes here too.

With the recent curse lifted, she couldn’t blame them. It felt a bitter taste in her mouth. Half of their friends—family members were gone in the Enchanted Forest, leaving them with uncertainty over whether they will survive or not. But she tried to have hope, even if her brother-in-law Alexander wasn’t helpful, just trying to rain on her parade every-time she tried to visit him for answer of any kind.

Now she sat here in her apartment, scrolling through Netflix while snacking on a handful of grapes. She thought about requesting keys to her husband’s rather large home but she didn’t have any idea on how to get that information, besides she enjoyed the smaller space.

While in the middle of scrolling through the page, as a result of questionable content appeared on her screen, a knock appeared on her door. She raised an eyebrow not expecting anyone to visit her today, opening the door to assume it being Cassandra or someone with a similar interest in her query today. But instead she was greeted by a smile unlike no other and bright red curls that lit up a flame in anyone’s path.

“What? Not happy to see me?” Said the redhead who reached out to snap her back to reality.

“Huh? What, no! Rochelle honey come in!” She replied chuckling, letting her enter the living quarters of her home.

“I would’ve arranged to be here sooner but the weather was very bad this morning and the kids wanted to play in the backyard before visiting their uncle.”

“I’m just surprised that you know my address..”

“Oh I asked about! Cassie gave it to me, well no, technically Melissa overheard our conversation and knew exactly where you would be today, since you’re usually at home on Saturday afternoons even while you were cursed—sorry I’m rambling! I just needed a break from the kids and work, and all of town’s folk. When this is over we’re going to The Rabbit Hole!”

“The rabbit hole..? Is that reference to Wonderland?”

———

Rochelle chuckled at her old friend’s response. Usually she was the one who was native and innocent for the most part when it came to the world around her, having lived as a servant girl then became a princess overnight. Yes she knew Mia was rather slow and a bit clueless at times, but this was new to her. Mia was always the first person with her head pointed in the right direction, depending on the circumstances at hand, so seeing her like this made her smile.

Then again Rochelle has lived in this world longer than she has, her friend was in a coma for 16 years at the hospital, and she wondered around places a lot more over the years, so it made complete sense that she would seem this way. Recent events had made it a little difficult to find a moment of peace, hell even Rochelle was worried and confused about their current situation, but she tried to look in the more positive direction.

After a moment the redhead spoke again, “Yes, The Rabbit Hole! It’s a very good bar in the town, it’s nearby Grandpa’s place, they serve drinks and food. I will definitely have to take you there soon.”

“I don’t know if a bar would be my cup of tea..oh god, I sound like my Cassie..and you, no offense.” Mia replied, pouring them both two glasses of lemonade from the fridge.

“None taken, I get it, I wasn’t into the whole bar scene until Jeremy, Melissa and I went one night years back. Best decision ever made. They served me the most delicious Apple martini! And then—”

Rochelle paused sipping her glass of lemonade realizing the last part of her sentence, she messed up knowing she doesn’t have a good enough past with apples. Looking at Mia’s face she expected a disapproving look but instead she was met with a smirked expression.

Mia laughed and nodded, “You’re good don’t worry! I am learning my lesson from that experience.”

“Oh thank heavens I thought I said something wrong!” Explained the redhead who laughed, “So what’s going on here?”

“Not much. Just trying to take it easy..”

“I know you miss them, we all do. I could only imagine how you’re feeling right now, with our friends gone..I could go nuts knowing my children and spouse were gone. I don’t even know how you’re so calm right now! How are you so calm?”

“I’m keeping myself busy actually. Like yesterday, I went to the stables with Cole, we had a small picnic and entertained the horses.”

“What about Alexander? He’s uh, something else..no offense!”

“None taken, I just tolerate him.”

———

Amelia remembers how two days ago, she arrived at Alexander’s home as requested by her boss at the hospital to check on his bandages. She refused to do so but Rose, a fellow nurse, kept her company until further notice that day. Alexander was rather difficult for her standard procedure, as he wasn’t pleased with having two nurses at his home and exclaiming how he can take care of himself. But one bark and bite from Rose brought him down a peg to be looked at by her and Mia.

She remembered how Alexander kept giving snarky remarks, odd expressions and engaging in some sort of banter with both nurses. However due to the man having his cuffs tightened on his wrist and being injured previously, there was a sense of vulnerability and humor to his presence that day.

Yes, Amelia disliked the man and was rather reluctant about her orders to make sure he was doing fine, but a small part of her almost smiled seeing him this way. She knew if it was left to Rose, she would’ve made the check harsh enough for Alexander, resulting in them staying longer in the man’s home.

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Both women took towards the couch in the middle of the room, grabbing the remote control to see what’s on TV for the day as they tried to relax. They spent their time chatting and watching television together, until a certain cartoon appeared on the screen.

Well more like a movie.

Disney’s Cinderella.

To say Rochelle’s jaw dropped was an understatement as she watched what was supposed to be her counterpart on screen. Amelia couldn’t contain her laughter at her friends expression and exclaiming certain moments across the film. Yes Rochelle knew about the story, especially from her children and Cole’s views on her experiences, and how everyone has their own interpretations of things, but this wasn’t what she expected.

Amelia watched on television as it showed a young blonde woman dressed in a sliver almost blue dress talking in her fairy godmother. She remembered the tale from her friends, hell she was there during the ball, so she knew this wasn’t how the story went.

It was settled in her head for a movie night for everyone one of theses days to react and comment on theses versions of their stories.

“Ok first off, i ain’t some blonde bimbo who cried the whole night, I mean I did cry but still, and secondly i didn’t have some old ass fairy godmother to help me! I had a magic business man dressed in freaking leather pants who sassed me half the time!” Rochelle said with such enthusiasm and sass in her tone, “Cole did not look like that!”

Amelia was leaning into her seat, resting her elbow against the armrest of the couch, “Mhmmm yeah I remember. And he was wearing his engagement ring too.”

“Exactly! Wait when was he engaged?!”

“Jeremy proposed to him a few weeks before Michelle’s ball, if I’m correct. He showed me that ring like it was a gift from the gods.”

“Wait what?! Ohhh damn slay, I guess.”

“I’m sorry if you just say ‘slay’?”

“Gen Z slang I think? I found the kids using it. Don’t judge me!”

Instead Mia just laughed.

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I know this is short! But it’s what I came up with right now. I will definitely continue this discussion soon

Anyways let me know what u guys think 💙❤️

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[natasha-childoftheuniverse]

Happy International Left handers day 2018

As a kid I hated being left handed. I hated that it was something that made me a little different from most, I hated the scissor problem, I hated the pen smudge, the fact my hand writing is a mess (which meant constant complaints from my teachers to “improve my handwriting” ) in part because when I was little i was probably trying to mirror how my right handed reception year teacher was holding her pen without being actually taught the reverse meaning I have never held a pen correctly in my life. I hated also how (even though I’ve read its genetics that causes left handedness, something I’m skeptical to believe) I am the only left hander out my entire family.

But now I find it something to embrace about me. It is something that makes me different from 9/10 people who are right handed. I like that being left handed is something that seems to never fail to fascinate right handed people.I like that its associated with witchcraft. I like that its like a secret club that only certain people in society can be a member of. Most of my favourite famous people are left handed : Jennifer Lawrence, Rochelle from The Saturdays, Nadine from Girls Aloud, Julia Sawalha, Jennifer Saunders, Lady Gaga, Prince William, Tom Cruise, Scarlett Johansson (and her character therefor of Black Widow).

And my favourite left hander of them all, Lisa Kudrow and her character of Phoebe Buffay (confirmed in one episode of Friends where Phoebe says she has to “go and ask my mum a left handed cooking question”.

Yeah, we may die on average 9 years earlier but we have more interesting lives when we are alive.

[marvelsfavoriteuncle]

📝 Dear Journal,

I shit my pants last night on seeing Rick’s friend C.

I just woken up from a nap half an hour before deciding to join the young heroes movie night.

Rochelle, Liane, Luna, and Rick were there. Liane decided on a scary movie then a cute Disney movie later.

Rick was confused onto that point of the film, as him and Rochelle got scared, getting a couple of jump scares.

Hell, I got a little worried and scared when watching Scream (1996). I got flashbacks to Tony and Rhodes watching the movie years ago when they invited their friends for a small movie night, then could not sleep for two nights straight.

And in present day, theses kiddos are watching it.

But what scared them (including me), wasn’t exactly the movie but a black thing resting against Rick’s shoulder with big sharply pointed teeth. The girls and I basically screamed meanwhile Rick looked unfazed by the whole thing, confused by our reactions.

Wait no Luna didn’t seemed very scared, barely unfazed by the whole creature popping out of nowhere. It had me wondering if it was mistaken on theses heroes and if they had any other characteristics to them. Hell, I am hiding behind a layer of secrets myself, so who am I to judge? Right?

Anyways Liane was scared out of her mind meanwhile Rochelle was just in shock about the whole thing.

I don’t blame them!

But I am curious now onto the kids and wanting to get to know them a bit more, maybe a couple of days of chatting and chilling with them could get everyone comfortable. I know everyone got some kind of special things to them, but that’s for another time. Maybe I might hang out with them some more if they want?

Watch a movie (that isn’t scary), go out to relax at a balcony side of The Tower with them and even get creative by letting them decorate their rooms at The Tower? I think they might like if I ordered stuff for them to design their bedrooms.

Getting off track, anyways, yeah, that’s when we were introduced to C, his pal.

Let’s just say I didn’t sleep last night.

How are the others holding up from movie night? Let me know in the comments below.

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[cassiefanfic]

Stay With Me Part Two: Found

Part: 2 of 4

Fandom: Marvel/ Avengers

Character/Ship: Loki x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Mr. and Mrs. Bradley (Original Characters), Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton

Warning: Fluff, Angst, Pregnancy, mentions of violence

Writer: Cassie

Words: 3954

Requested by: Anon on @thefandomimagine

Summary: After a couple of months of being in New York and living with the Bradleys, coming to terms with being powerless and a single mother-to-be, Y/N is slowly learning to adapt to Midgardian life. While working one day, Steve Rogers comes to her checkout counter, with his pearly white smile and a whole new world for Y/N to learn.

[Based off of:] http://thefandomimagine.tumblr.com/post/99044716364/submitted-by-anonymous

Author’s Note: This takes place a month after the Battle of New York.

This was beta’ed by @kittenofdoomage who is amazing and I adore her so much. Go check her out!!!

Series Masterlist

Y/N’s POV

I was not Y/N of Asgard anymore. I was Y/N Bradley of New York State. After two months, we got me new clothes, a doctor to help with my child and a job at a library in New York City. As well as a thing called a car and a piece of plastic called a drivers license. It was a different culture completely. So primitive, so loud, so bright and flashy. I adapted to their technology, getting an iPhone 5 and a laptop, both by a company called Apple.

I learned much of their culture, reading their books, wearing their clothes, watching the moving pictures they called movies or television. Because of my job, I had access to much of their history, a lot about the great battles fought, destruction brought among people mindlessly fighting over similar causes. I learned of the losses and that which we have gained. It was all so… primitive yet fascinating.

Another day I awoke, got dressed in the handmade clothes Mrs. Bradley made for me and went down for breakfast. At my spot was a bowl of blueberry banana oatmeal and a glass of milk. Strange enough, the oatmeal was one of the few things the baby enjoyed and didn’t make me throw back up.

“How do grilled cheese and tomato soup sound Y/N?” Mr. Bradley asked as he tore up his toast into easier bites.

“That would be lovely for lunch! That jelly substance as well please?”

“Jello? I’m glad you like that.” Mrs. Bradley replied gleefully. “I’ll drop it off around 11:30 okay?”

“Yes. But not downtown. We finally have the old location open again.” I reminded before taking another bite of oatmeal.

About a month ago, my fellow librarians and patrons found ourselves trapped inside the library as someone and an army of Chitauri destroyed New York City. After a couple of hours, we were finally rescued by two men, who were called Iron Man and Captain America. I told little to the emergency responders, allowing them to give me an emergency ultrasound to check on my baby, immediately taking the opportunity to see the life growing in me on a tiny black and white screen.

It was small, while I was still only a couple months along. This must’ve been the happiest I was. Having that little grape-sized image in front of me completed me, settled my fear. I couldn’t think about Loki or the Chitauri attack. I could only think of the baby.

I finished eating before getting my bag and hurrying out to my car, giving quick hugs on my way out. Settling in and buckling up, the radio gave me more insight into the New York City recovery, construction, hospitalized patients being let out after their care was completed. I quickly interrupted the monotone voices with the Top 20 popular songs that these Midguardians seemed to enjoy. That’s one thing I never seemed to quite grasp. The music of this planet. Each song on Asgard had its specific purpose, but here, they all had hidden meanings. They were about love but about being alone. They were about anger but also about lust. It was a concept that confused me every day. But it was one out of the three stations I could get on the car radio, so I made do.

The grape had grown to the size of a lime, and the lime kept making me puke and take naps in the back of the check out counter. I somehow distracted myself with the small plastic bag of saltine crackers I hid in my large sweater pocket, the absurdly large water bottle with the label Nalgene I had decorated with a few little things called stickers by my side and the book I kept close, reading it whenever I wasn’t checking out books to various patrons. It was called The Great Gatsby, and it was one of the simpler books I had read from this realm. I was slowly making my way through the whole library through not only Mr. and Mrs. Bradley’s recommendations but from the other librarians, learning the proper phrasing of words on Earth, along with learning the social behaviors of the past and present.

As I read, the world around me escaped, and I focused intensely on the glitz and glamor of the 1920s. I remembered watching a documentary on the 1920s, so I could somewhat visualize it, which was taking up at least half my brain where the words weren't flowing.

"That's a good book." A voice spoke, pulling me from my trance and my focus to the gentleman standing at the counter with four books in his hand. His kind smile radiated with his bright blue eyes. His hair was like honey, glistening in the light from the window. After I stood to help him, I noticed how tall he was as well.

"Excuse me?"

"That book. It's a really good book, didn't care for the films though." He repeated, a soft smile across his face as I bookmarked my page and set the book aside.

"I just started it today. It's going by quite fast," I responded, smiling lightly as he handed me his library card and the small stack of books. I scanned the card and began to check out books for him as he nodded.

"I must've read it 20 times. When you're done with that you should read the Wizard of Oz or maybe ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’." I nodded quickly, pulling out my small notebook and opening it to the book section, where there were many recommendations scribbled down.

"I already read Wizard of Oz but that other one I'll get to next," I whispered as I scribbled it down.

"Looks like you have quite a few people who want you to read things."

"Yeah. Yeah, I am just catching up. It's been a while since I've been able to sit down and read."

He smiled and touched his book stack. "Yeah, I'm in that same spot. Maybe we'll have to swap recommendations. Like over coffee or something?"

I know this line, or a line similar to this. He was courting me, or as the Midguardians called it, asking me out.

"You barely know me. You don't know my name-"

"Y/N. I've seen you around here and you uh- you have a name tag. Look, I don’t mean any harm. You seem like a nice girl."

"Well then..." I looked at the screen, reading his name before looking up at him, "Steve Rogers. When were you planning this coffee-or-something date?"

"Well, my friend knows this great restaurant a block or two down. Maybe we can go there tonight, or tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow would be nice. What time?" I questioned, pulling out a small piece of paper.

"How about 7? Where should I pick you up?"

"I live about 40 minutes out of Manhattan, near New Rochelle. So maybe I should meet you here-"

"It would be a pleasure to come to pick you up. I don't mind at all." He affirmed. I smiled lightly and look down.

"It's just- I live with my parents-"

"And it would be an honor to meet them. Give me your address and I'll pick you up tomorrow at 7. Alright?" He reassured, leaning forward on the counter a bit.

I blushed and quickly wrote down the farm address on a piece of paper for him, along with my phone number and my name. Handing him his receipt and the books, along with the paper, I smiled lightly and questioned, "What kind of this restaurant is this exactly?"

"Fancy-ish. Just wear a dress and bring that beautiful smile okay?" He answered, putting his books in his reusable bag and pocketing the pieces of paper in his jacket pocket. "I'll see you tomorrow night." He smiled lightly and walked out, leaving me with a smile of joy across my face.

The next day, Janice convinced my boss to let me off work three hours early as she covered my shift, joy radiating to her bones that I was finally getting my head out of the books and finding my true ways around New York.

“How long until you will tell him?” She inquired as we checked in books, making sure they weren’t damaged before putting them on the reshelving cart.

“I don’t know. I’m just beginning to show a bit but I don’t know. When should I tell him?”

“After a couple of dates. You don’t want to overwhelm him. If you feel like you can trust him, go ahead. It’s up to you.” She explained, grabbing the last book from my hand with a smile. “Now you go ahead and get ready for tonight. I don’t want you to get caught up in rush hour traffic honey.” She hugged me tightly before handing me my bag, water bottle and a copy of To Kill A Mockingbird before sending me on my way to the parking garage.

I was so excited, my hands trembling in joy as I drove home, and for the first time, I found myself singing along to the music on the radio, not minding if I was off key. After I made my way into the farmhouse, I took a nice hot shower, making sure to use the nicest smelling soap I had, and that my hair was extra clean. Before I even had the chance to grab the yellow dress I had been thinking of all day, Mrs. Bradley came into my room and gave me a light blue wrap dress.

“This is amazing. Did you-”

“I got to work on it the second you finished dinner yesterday. I already had a pattern I was going to use and you made it easy when I was wondering which color to make it. Light blue, like the sky, just like his eyes are supposed to be.” She laid it on the bed before helping me get my necklace on. The necklace I still wore to remind me of Loki, that I am bearing his child, and that I will never see him again.

I smiled sadly and dried my hair before getting into the dress. After brushing my hair and putting on some light makeup, I got on some ballet flats and got a small clutch, making sure my medication for the evening, my phone, and I.D. were inside as a heavy knock sounded from downstairs. I gasped and hurried down,

“You look cold, here,” Steve said as he took off his jacket. It took me a second to realize that in my excitement earlier, I forgot to grab a coat. Steve carefully helped me slip my arms in, wrapping it close to my trembling body with a soft smile. “There you go.”

“Thank you, Steve. Thank you.” I whispered as I held the edges. After dinner, he had offered to walk with me to the ice cream shop for dessert, which I immediately agreed to. I hadn’t ever seen New York at night like this. The only time I did was after the library was destroyed and I was waiting with emergency services until the Bradley’s came to get me.

Steve smiled kindly and nodded, leading me down the sidewalk. I was so caught up in the lights that I didn’t mind his arm around my waist, making sure I was alright. After three blocks I looked over at him and smiled.

“It’s nice isn’t it?” He asked, his face showing his amusement with his wide smile and focused eyes.

“I haven’t been out this late since-” I gulped and looked down. “Since the attack. This is my second time out this late.” My hand shook as I grabbed a bench and sat down. Steve joined me and smiled softly as he listened. “It was about 20 of us trapped in the library. We didn’t want to go outside because we were afraid of what would happen if we did. These two men, everyone called them Iron Man and Captain America, they saved us. They were part of the people called the Avengers. They stopped the attack…. And got us out of there.” I looked up at Steve. “The recovery team took care of me until my parents came and got me. I had to get a new car… mine was destroyed in the attack. I just… I wish I could’ve thanked them.” I looked back down before saying, “I’m not hungry for ice cream anymore.”

Steve nodded. “Okay. Let’s go to the car and I can drive you home.” He got up and held out his hand, which I gently took as I stood. I kept his hand in mine as we walked to the parking garage where he parked. As we got to the car and Steve dug through his pockets for the keys, we heard a click, one that I only heard in films. Steve and I turned around to find three guns pointed at us, two at him, one at me. I’ve seen this in movies, like in Superman from 1978 or in that movie Clueless. I immediately clutched Steve’s arm, the fear of my mortality and lack of Asgardian powers making my hands tremble.

“Give us your wallets. Now.” One of the men who had his gun pointed at Steve demanded.

“I-I don’t have one-”

“Shut it you dumb slut! Both of you! Wallets!” The one pointing his gun at me yelled, causing me to grip onto Steve’s arm tightly. I looked up at Steve to find him standing there with a very displeased look across his face.

“Son, I advise you apologize to her.”

“Steve just give them your wallet okay?” I whispered. He shook his head and stood in front of me.

“What tough guy? You trying to be scary and tough in front of the slut huh?” The other mugger asked as he clicked a bullet into place. I tried to reach for Steve to stop him, but the one that had his gun at me aimed it for my head, causing me to freeze and stare.

“I said to apologize to her. Now.” Steve demanded as his fists clenched.

“The slut doesn’t need an apology-” Steve quickly swung his fist, knocking out the man who had his gun at me immediately.

One of the others grabbed Steve and punched him as the other one grabbed me and pressed me against the car, keeping the gun pointed at my chin as he grabbed Steve’s jacket, trying to feel through his pockets for the wallet. He finally grabbed it, laughing as he threw me to the ground.

I tried to catch myself, but I felt the impact on my head, causing me to wince in pain and grip my head tightly. I slowly looked up to Steve fighting the one that just had the gun pointed at me. I looked to see the other two unconscious on the ground as Steve grabbed the man and punched him hard, knocking him out. He retrieved his wallet and hurried to my side, checking my head as I looked up at him with blurred vision.

“S-Steve- What has gotten into you?” I shakily asked as he pocketed my phone and his wallet. He sighed and picked me up, setting me in the passenger seat of the car carefully and buckling me up.

“I got a friend that can patch you up. Just calm down and I’ll explain soon.” He said before closing the door and going to the driver’s side. He began to drive through the city, gripping the steering wheel tightly in anger. I weakly reached over, not caring how much I wanted to sleep, or how much my head hurt, and touched his arm, causing him to relax a little. I gave him a soft smiled before my eyes closed, allowing the darkness to pull me away.

About two hours later, I woke up to the feeling of warmth surrounding me and an unfamiliar feeling on my head. Not pain, but it was comfortable. I slowly opened my eyes as different voices fill my ears.

“Thank you, Bruce. I didn’t know who to turn to and the hospital didn’t feel like a right choice-”

“It’s okay Steve. Are you ready for when she wakes up though? I’m sure if she wakes up here, she will have a few questions.”

“I know. I know. I’ll figure it out. When will everyone else be back?”

“Clint and Nat will be back soon, Tony probably is on his way up from his lab.”

“And Thor?”

“He’s just in his room- Look who’s awake?”

Looking up as my vision adjusted, Steve was across the room with a slightly shorter man who had brown hair, some glasses, and a suit on. Steve crossed the room quickly to be at my side.

“Steve I-”

“How are you feeling? Do you need water?”

“Steve, what happened back there? And who is this? Where am I?” I demanded as I began to sit up.

Steve placed a hand on my shoulder and pressed gently, causing me to lay back down before letting out a soft sigh. “You’re at the Avengers Tower. This is my friend Bruce. You hit your head back at the parking garage and I needed to make sure you were okay. Would you like some water?’

I nodded slowly and Bruce walked over with a nice cold cup of water, smiling softly. After drinking some I looked around before looking up at Steve. “Wait, why are we in the Avengers Tower?”

“Y/N I-”

“I heard we had a guest!” A loud voice erupted from the elevator, causing us all to look over. I knew that face, of course, I had to know it. The man walked over and I couldn’t stop my own words from falling out of my mouth.

“You’re Tony Stark.”

“Yes, I am! Capsicle, this is not what I expected but you do have good taste-”

“Capsicle? Steve, what is he talking about?” I interrupted, looking at him with shock.

Steve moved a bit closer and sighed. “Remember the library? Where those two men saved you?” I nodded slowly, allowing him to continue. “Tony is Iron Man, Bruce is the Hulk, and I’m-”

“You’re Captain America,” I whispered, sitting up a bit. This time he didn't stop me, he was too busy looking down ashamed to do that. I sighed softly and hugged him close, bringing shock to not only him, but the other two. “Thank you,” I whispered in his ear. I then shakily stood and hugged Tony before sitting.

“I’ll take that as you’re not mad?” Steve asked, shock drawn across his face. I shook my head and smiled softly.

“First you saved my life, and then took me on one of the best dates I’ve had in a long time. Why would I be mad Steve?” I replied, holding his hand as I rested back. “So… Captain America?”

Steve smiled and nodded. “Yep. With the shield and everything.”

“That makes you about 100 years old.” I laughed softly. “I can say, for an old man you’re quite attractive.” I continued.

Right as Steve was about to answer, the elevator opened again and a loud voice erupted. “100 is nothing. Try 1000- Y/N?”

I sat up quickly as the figure entered the room and stared at me. I slowly began to stand as the familiarity hit me. “Thor?”

“Lady Y/N.” He replied, a wide smile forming across his face. I ran across the room quickly, hugging him as tight as I could. He picked me up and spun me around, before holding me close. He smelled of Asgard, the smells I longed, the smells I missed. “We’ve all been wondering where you’ve been! It’s been quite a while!”

Tony stepped forward, Steve not too far behind as the questions began to flow.

“How do you and Sparkles know each other?”

“Since when did you know him?”

Thor and I ignored them, completely invested in each other. He finally set me down on my own two feet, but kept a grip on my hips, as I kept a grip on his arms.

“Odin banished me. I thought I’d never see you or Loki again.”

“I know why. Heimdall told me. I deeply apologize for what has happened.”

I shrugged, looking down before asking. “How is he?”

“He was the one that attacked New York. He’s locked up now in an Asgardian prison. But most importantly, he is grieving you.”

“Grieving?”

“He knows father banished you, but not why. He longs your return.”

We were both snapped out of our discussion as Steve spoke up. “Can someone please tell us what is going on here?!”

Thor and I looked from Steve to each other, nodding before I went to sit on the couch, Steve by my side. “It’s a long story.”

After I explained everything to Steve, how I was at one point with Loki, and how I was with his child, I let him process things as I walked out to the balcony. The view was beautiful. I never got a chance to see New York from this high up before. I carefully rubbed my stomach, feeling like I was reassuring the baby, but I was actually reassuring myself. All I could think of were the bad possibilities.

What if they locked me up? What if they took me back to Asgard and locked me up? Would I never see Thor again? Or Steve? And what about Loki? Would I ever really see him again?

I was pulled from my thoughts when a figure joined my side, the redhead everyone called Nat.

“So….” She whispered, turning her gaze to me, as I kept mine to the skyline. “You dated Loki?”

I nodded slowly, looking to her. “For quite a few years before I arrived here.”

“And you are pregnant with his kid?”

“That is why I was banished. Is there a point?”

“Are you… upset? Over what happened a couple of months ago?”

“I wasn’t aware of who it was until….quite recently. All I was told was that the Chitauri attacked. During the attack, I was trapped in the library, so I only saw the aftermath. I don’t know of Loki’s motives besides his grief of my leaving. I have lost everything, Loki, my home. I’ve had to start anew in an unfamiliar place, with nobody I knew. I have to raise this child alone. Of course, I am upset-”

“You’re not alone.” Steve’s voice spoke up, causing both Nat and I to turn to him. He stood in the doorway with his head down, his hands shoved in his pockets.

“Wh-What?”

“You have your “parents”. And you have me. And all of the Avengers. But please, let me help you, Y/N. Let me help you raise this baby. I know I’m not the father and I am no good at understanding kids but-”

“Yes,” I whispered, walking up to him slowly.

“What?” He asked quickly, lifting his head to make eye contact.

“Yes. You can help.” I whispered before hugging his waist, resting my head on his chest. I felt him slowly pull his hands out of his pocket and wrap his arms around me, keeping me close as he rested his chin on the top of my head. “Just… promise you’ll stay Steve. Promise me you’ll stay with me.”

All he gave was a nod and hold me. Nat slipped away to join the others inside, leaving us to hug as the city lights shined bright behind us. Just us. And for the first time in what seemed like forever,

I was home.

[jackiequick]

Bradley James Rogers | High Hopes

FC: Joshua Bassett (Younger), Wolfgang Novogratz (Older)

Full Name: Bradley James Rogers

Nicknames: Brad, Jamie, Rad, Dramer, Bear

Alias: None (yet!)

Age: 7-22

Height: 5’8 (Younger), 6’0 (Older)

Date Of Birth: July 28

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Place Of Birth: New York City, New York

Place Of Residency -> Currently: New York City

Family 📷

Father: Steve Rogers

Mother: Stella Romano. Strange

Uncles: Leo Strange, Thiago Strange, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilsion

Aunt: Jen Walters, Natasha Romanoff

(Extended Family): Various Avengers and other figures

Middle Name: James (A tribute to Bucky Barnes, Steve’s best friend, as a subtle homage to their deep bond. Steve chose it to honor Bucky without making it too obvious or formal.)

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Quotes 🎙️

“I’m sorry, when was this my fault? I didn’t ask for this…”

“Yeah, sure, let’s go to Germany. Said no one!”

“Wait. I don’t get it…?”

“Oh? So he gets to fly and I don't? How is that fair?!”

“Ohh, dad’s in trouble. When should we start planning his funeral now?”

“WE’RE GOING TO SEE HAMILTON LIVE?!”

“Uh, guys can be divas too. Take a look at Uncle Tony.”

“Is that Red-Wing?! Oh shit–run!”

“..i just wanted a normal vacation so I can work on my painting..”

“Rei, I'm not going to watch IT with you!”

“Do I look like I'm ready to study magic? Cause I'm really not..what if I mess up?”

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—Personality 💫

Bradley is a blend of creative sensitivity and a quiet rebellion, the kind of kid who is perfectly content lost in his own thoughts but ready to step into the spotlight when the moment calls for it. On the surface, he’s snarky, shy, charming, witty, sweet and often uses humor as a shield against the more serious things in life.

His passion for art, theater, and flying fuels his dreams, while his rebellious streak keeps him questioning authority and pushing back against the expectations others place on him.

Though he’s got a tough, independent exterior, Bradley is a sweetheart at heart, fiercely protective of those he loves, especially his parents and close friends. Beneath his humor is a loyal, determined side that’s always there when someone needs him most—though he might not always express it in the most conventional way. He’s still figuring out where he fits in the world, but one thing is certain: he doesn’t want to live in the shadow of his parents’ legacies. He’s determined to chart his own course, even if it means sometimes challenging everything around him.

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Relationship status: Single

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—Social Circle

Childhood Friend: Rei Stark (Tony Stark’s eldest son)

Other Friends: The Young Avengers (Rochelle Romanoff, Liane, Felton, Rick Banner, etc.)

High School: The Juniors (Peter Parker, MJ, Gwen Stacy etc)

SHIELD Agents: Maria Hill’s Crew (Michelle, Melissa, Ji-Hoon, etc)

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Rei’s older, grumpy, and emo, but protective of Bradley in his own way. Bradley, with his sunny personality, always knows how to snap Rei out of his funk. While others see Rei as a loner, Bradley looks up to him. Their friendship is full of banter, talking smack about the adults, binge watching movies and genuine care for the other person, but they balance each other out—Rei keeps things real, and Bradley brings the light. Even though Rei prefers his space, he cares for Bradley, and vice versa.

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— Skills 🤹

Athletics: Bradley is a natural athlete—baseball is his sport of choice, though he’s known to dabble in other hobbies like skateboarding, gymnastics etc.

Magic Potential: While Bradley doesn’t have formal magical training, his exposure to magic through his uncles (Thiago and Leo) and his mother’s mystical ties give him a latent ability to sense magical energies. He’s been taught basic magical principles but is hesitant to tap into them, unsure of the consequences.

Tech Savvy: He’s a bit fascinated by technology, thanks to the world he lives in—especially aviation tech—and has an intuitive understanding of how things work. He can fix up his own motorcycle or tinker with old tech as a hobby.

Theater & Creativity: Bradley has a deep love for the arts—specifically musical theater, where he shines on stage. Whether it’s acting, singing, or playing an instrument, he feels most at home when he's performing or creating.

Plus The Obvious: Bilingual, Marksmanship, etc

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Bradley always had a love for sports, especially baseball. Motivated by a desire to learn and grow, he approached everything with determination—though that came with a side of stubbornness.

When he was frustrated, he’d bottle it up, which often led to some intense moments, like when he’d almost try to hit the other team with a baseball in a fit of competitive spirit. Still, that same drive made him a solid player and a great team member, with his uncles Leo and Thiago watching on in amusement. His stubbornness, while sometimes a challenge, was a reflection of his passion and motivation, and it would shape the man he’d become, always pushing him to go further and try harder.

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—Aspirations

Dreams of Becoming a Pilot: Bradley has always been fascinated by aviation. His desire to become a professional pilot is tied to his need for independence and freedom—something he feels he lacks due to his family’s legacies.

Owning a Motorcycle: Inspired by his father’s iconic motorcycle and his own love for adrenaline, Bradley hopes to one day own a motorcycle and ride it as a symbol of testing his limits.

Exploring Magic: Despite his reluctance to fully embrace it, Bradley is curious about his magical heritage. He’s been exposed to magic his whole life, but fears the power it might give him.

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BACKSTORY –🧸

It was 2:30 a.m. when Stella’s first contraction hit. She winced, trying to downplay it. “It’s fine, Steve. We have time.”

But Steve, who’d never been through anything like this, was already on high alert. “Right. Sure. Time. I’ll be back, honey.” He scrambled around, checking bags, the car, the gas tank, as if preparing for a mission.

Stella rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. “We’re fine.”

By the time things got serious, Stella’s calm gave way to impatience. Hours later, she was still only at 7cm. Steve had to make sure his wife didn’t try to murder a few nurses…

When the doctor finally broke the news—Bradley was on the slight larger side—they suggested a C-section. Stella’s eyes widened. She had heard the word ‘C-section’ before, but now that it was her turn, it felt too much. “Wait—no, I—”

Steve, pale and worried but trying to mask it, gently placed a hand on her arm. “Stell, listen. We need to do this. It’s the safest option.”

“But... I wanted a natural birth. I wanted—”

“I know,” Steve interrupted, his voice a little shaky. “But we’ll do whatever we need to keep both of you safe. Please, sweetheart. Please.”

Stella looked at Steve’s face—his calm, trusting eyes—and finally, with a defeated sigh, she nodded. Steve’s smile broke through, though it was nervous.

Half an hour later, Stella was under the effects of the anesthesia, her face a bit loopy and her words a little slower than usual. “Babe...” she slurred, a silly grin creeping across her face. “Am I... am I allowed to eat after this?”

Steve, who had been nervously sitting at her side, couldn’t help but chuckle. “Uh, honey, I think you’ve earned a whole feast once this is over.” He grinned at her. “Can we keep you like this? I’ve never seen you so relaxed in my entire life.”

Moments later, the sound of a baby’s cry filled the room, and Steve’s heart skipped a beat. A tiny, perfect little voice cut through the tension like a blade.

“That’s him, right? That’s our son?” Stella asked, her voice thick with exhaustion but soft with awe.

Steve nodded with a soft smile, his throat tight. “That’s him. That’s Bradley.”

A nurse gently handed him a bundle in blue, and Steve looked down at his son for the first time. Bradley was healthy, loud, and perfect. “Hey there, big guy...” Steve whispered, brushing his hand over Bradley’s tiny head.

Stella, now fully awake, gazed at him in wonder. “He’s ours?” Her voice cracked with disbelief. “Oh my God, Steve, he’s beautiful.”

Steve smiled, overwhelmed with love and joy. “Yeah, he is. He really is.”

The couple’s eyes were glistening as they shared a quick kiss, grinning proudly. Bradley James Rogers had arrived—against all odds, with a little bit of chaos and a lot of love. A big guy, with a big future. And his parents? They were already hooked.

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– BRADLEY’S LIFE ✈️

Bradley was always a good kid. Sure, he had his rebellious streak, a natural curiosity that led him to test the waters and sneak into labs or pull harmless pranks with his uncles. But at his core, he was a sweet, charming kid with a quiet, shy side. He had this easy smile that could melt anyone’s heart and a tendency to withdraw when things got too loud or too much. He was never one to seek attention, but when the moment called for it, he could light up a room with his presence.

Steve and Stella always encouraged Bradley to follow his own path, free from the shadow of their legacies. Steve had been an art student before becoming Captain America, and he wanted Bradley to know that if he loved creating, he didn’t have to pick up a shield. Stella, who had felt pushed into the medical field by her family, was equally determined not to force her son into a predefined role. They didn’t want Bradley to feel like he had to be anyone other than himself.

And Bradley, while he was definitely aware of the world around him—superheroes, magic, spies—always felt the weight of his parents’ expectations in a different way. They wanted him to be free, but still wanted him to be able to protect himself and have a chance to take advantage of his own opportunities. He was a natural artist, shy and sensitive, with a love for creating that came from deep within. His mother noticed his passion for painting and dancing, while his father encouraged his curiosity about the world. But Bradley wasn’t interested in following anyone’s footsteps. He admired the work of his uncles and aunts—magic, tech, law—but wasn’t sure he wanted to be like them.

The day Uncle Sam Wilson took him to see The Blue Angels, Bradley felt a spark. The rush of adrenaline, the idea of soaring through the sky—that was something that called to him. He started thinking that maybe he could be a pilot, or perhaps dabble in magic or invention. He didn’t know exactly what his future held, but Bradley knew he had the freedom to figure it out, in his own time, in his own way.

Above all, Bradley was a sweet soul with a big heart. He cared deeply about the people in his life—his family, his friends, his world. And while he was still figuring out who he wanted to be, one thing was certain: no matter where he went, he’d do it with the same curiosity, charm, and heart that made him him.

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—Strengths:

Creative: Naturally artistic, Bradley excels in painting, theater, and finding unique ways to express himself.

Loyal: Fiercely protective and caring toward those he loves, even if he’s shy about showing it.

Hardworking: When he’s passionate about something, Bradley puts in the effort to succeed.

Curious: Always learning, whether through books, tech, or exploring new interests like aviation or magic.

Empathetic: A sweet soul with a big heart, always looking out for others.

Team Player: Values collaboration and pulls his weight in group settings, even if he’s stubborn at times.

—Weaknesses:

Stubborn: Once he’s set on something, it’s hard to change his mind.

Shy: Hesitant in new situations and struggles with self-doubt.

Emotionally Guarded: Bottles up feelings, often keeping his struggles to himself.

Avoidant: Tends to shy away from conflict, preferring to avoid tough conversations.

Pressure to Live Up: Feels the weight of family expectations sometimes, leading to insecurity.

Impulsive: Sometimes acts on a whim, which can lead to mistakes.

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—Bradley’s Fun Facts & Quirks

1. He’s a lyric guy when stressed. 🎶

When Bradley’s feeling overwhelmed or anxious, he’ll start quoting lyrics from his favorite songs to cope. It could be “It’s Time” by Imagine Dragons or “Don’t Stop Me Now” by Queen. He’s like a walking jukebox, depending on his mood!

2. Not a PDA fan. 🙄

PDA? Nope. If Bradley sees two people getting all lovey-dovey in public, you better believe he’s either rolling his eyes or physically looking away. He’s a “keep it private” kinda guy.

3. Loves Disney, but doesn’t like to admit it. 🎥

Disney movies? He’s obsessed. He’ll happily belt out Hamilton songs in public, but when it comes to The Little Mermaid or Tangled? He’ll act like he’s too cool for it, but secretly, he’s got all the songs memorized. 😜

4. Sketching is his escape. ✏️

Bradley’s always drawing on something—napkins, his arms, random papers. It’s how he processes his emotions, but he never likes to show anyone unless he trusts them.

5. Not a fan of horror… unless it’s supernatural. 👻

Horror movies? No thanks. But throw in some magic or an actual plot line? Suddenly, he's all in. He’ll be terrified but secretly addicted.

6. Has a soft spot for animals. 🐾

Bradley’s a big animal lover, but there’s one thing that will always make his heart melt—puppies. He’s always ready to pet or cuddle any dog, no matter how big or small. Don’t let him see a shelter ad—he’ll end up trying to adopt a whole pack.

7. Will never turn down a game of baseball. ⚾

Whether it’s a pickup game with friends or a competition with his dad, Bradley’s always down to play. He may not admit it, but he secretly loves showing off his skills—especially to Steve.

8. He’s got a soft spot for penguins. 🐧

Don’t ask him why, but Bradley thinks penguins are the cutest animals ever. He had a whole collection of penguin-themed things—plushies, socks, notebooks, you name it. If there’s a penguin anywhere near him, he’s the first to try and take a picture with it.

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– PLAYLIST 🎼

Surf Curse - Freaks

The Fray - Over My Head

Neon Trees - Everybody Talks

Bruno Mars - Runaway Baby

Taylor Swift - My Tear Ricochet

Panic! at the Disco - High Hopes

Paramore - Ain’t It Fun

James Arthur - Safe Inside

Tom Walker - Leave A Light On

WILD - All My Life

Ashes Remain - Right Here

Billy Lockett - Empty House

Sleeping At Last - Saturn

Taylor Swift - Daylight

Sia - The Greatest

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HC: Leo, Thiago, Sam, Bucky and Tony all fought over who got to be the godfather 😉

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Phew that was a lot! 😅 I bet I missed a few beats in this post and I might add more later on

Please let me know what yall think of him! 🧐

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Wait I’m living for this side of her!

Pop off girl 💅🏻

—> Lexi being off center 😭

In other words, just trying to stay positive but she often mutters out the most random stuff

Scenario 1

Liane walks in complaining about whatever it is she saw on the media lately as Lexi and the others are trying to have a gentle breakfast. Particularly Lexi, who couldn’t sleep a single wink last night due to her allergies flaring up horribly the previous night, in response she was uncomfortable the entire time.

She loves the blonde to death, but sometimes she wanted to throw a frying pan at her head.

Rochelle noticed her hand twitching and how Lexi’s grip on her glass of ice cold water tighten, like she might crush it.

“Are you okay?” The redhead asked, rubbing her shoulder.

She sighed and grunts with a soft glare, “Peachy..”

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Scenario 2

Sitting in the living room watching a movie. Especially Tangled.

Rick walks in, “Do you think if I throw a car around would that count as a training exercise?”

Liane raise an eyebrow, “The f-!”

“Ooo! Be careful.” Luna says smiling.

Lexi looks up from her laptop and scoffs, “It would count as you ending up behind bars. And, I ain’t paying for your bail.”

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Scenario 3

“You did what?!” Lexi shouted pushing her bangs out of her face and glared.

“It wasn’t my fault!”

“That’s it! I’mma rip that ponytail out!”

The person runs for their life.

“I didn’t know I swear!” She yells back, “I wasn’t thinking straight!”

Lexi runs after them and screamed, “Use that big head of your!”

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Scenario 4

“Do you speak Spanish?” Rick asked casually

Lexi raise an eyebrow, “Yes..?”

“Great. Translate this for me.”

He hands her a note from Rei saying ‘eat shit’ in Spanish. Due to the blonde accidentally destroying the lab again.

She smiled sheepishly, “You don’t want to know..”

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Scenario 5

“I know there is overwhelmed and underwhelmed. But can’t you just be whelmed?” Lexi asked clumsily.

Luna thinks for a moment and shrug, “Uh, I don’t know..oh maybe you can!”

Rick rolled his eyes.

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Scenario 6

“Lexi the cable’s out.” Bruce says softly.

Lexi trying to get the remote control to work and grumbled, “Ugh! What’s wrong with this thing?!”

“Did you hear what I said? The cable’s out.”

“Maybe it needs new batteries..?”

She hits the back of the remote and press the button on the tv to turn it on—but fails! It’s not working.

Bruce pinching the bridge of his nose and snorted at her reaction. He repeats, “Lexi, listen to me carefully. The. Cable. Is. Out.”

It take a moment before her mind clicked onto what he said as her head spinning around to face him.

Her eyes widen as she shouted, “THE CABLE IS OUT?!”

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OUAT AU - I Gave My Blood, Sweat and Tears For This

Characters: Liane St James, Cassandra Sean, Belladonna St James

Mentioned: Bruce Banner, Melissa Wallace, Alexander, Rochelle Romanoff-Felton

Location: Fighter-Town, Cursed Modern Day

IB: Once Upon A Time, You're On Your Own Kid by Taylor Swift

"You did what?"

"Cass you've been saying for years that he doesn't treat me right. It's almost all we talk about!"

"Yeah but I didn't expect you to-"

"Wow so you tell me to stick it to the man and then when I actually do, you freak?"

Liane sighed, sipping her tea. Cassie stirred her tea busily, trying to get her head around it, her gaze landing on Liane's bandaged nose every so often.

"He really hit you?"

"I hit him back. Pushed him over his desk."

"Lia..."

"Okay I lost it but can you blame me?"

Liane questioned. Cass just lowered her head and sipped her tea. Everyone knew Liane could lose her temper, she just hadn't really done it in a while. She could be pretty volatile when she lost it. She had a history of breaking things, screaming and generally just going a little mad. But Cassie had never seen Liane get violent. It was not her style. Cassie very delicately tried to change the subject as she drank her herbal tea.

"So are you still gonna be a lawyer?"

"Of course just...on my terms. I'll be my own boss. I'll be fine."

"Well I'm here if you need me, you know that."

"Oh I know. But I'll be alright. Bella will keep babysitting, I'll find clients..."

"You don't have to do this alone."

"Don't worry Cassie. I'll get by."

Liane relaxed into her chair and reached into the fruit bowl for a snack pulling out a shiny red apple. She was a little confused since she hadn't remembered buying apples at the grocery store but maybe Cass had brought them. She plucked it from the bowl and raised it to her mouth when Cassie stopped her suddenly.

"Don't eat that!"

"What? Did you want it?"

"No I just....I uh thats wax. Its a wax apple I thought your fruit bowl was for decoration."

"Oh shoot! Damn." She put the apple down on the table, instantly seeing Cassie's shoulders relax as she did so.

"You okay?"

"Yeah sorry its just I didn't want you to break your teeth or something."

"You're good hun." Liane smiled, finishing her tea as she saw the time on her watch, realising it wasn't long until school ended for Belladonna.

"Oh shoot, school let's out soon! I told Bella I'd pick her up. I should go, this has been lovely Cass but I gotta shoot off."

"Oh not at all, go right ahead I gotta do the books at the shop anyway."

"I'll talk to you later."

Cassie got up and slipped the apple into her pocket as she left the house, taking it towards the trash can and throwing it in. That had been close. She looked over her shoulder and checked no one had seen her before she headed down the road back to her florists shop. It was clear that Liane would need watching a lot closer for now.

Liane waved off Cass and shut the door to get ready to pick up Bella from school, getting in her car as she saw a bottle of apple juice sat on the front seat.  She didn't recognise the brand in anyway but it looked pretty fresh. She assumed it was probably Bella's and decided to leave it until she saw her. It was a little odd though as she thought about it. Maybe she'd left it this morning. That made sense.

As she finally pulled up at the school she turned on her tunes with the windows up, just waiting patiently for Bella to walk out. She was just nodding her head at first but as she got into it she was singing at the top of her lungs when Bella opened the passenger seat car door.

"Cause you got that James Dean, daydream, look in your eye and I got that-"

"Mom."

"Thing that you like and when we go-"

"Mom!"

"We never go- Oh sweetheart! I'm so sorry!" She instantly turned down the music as Bella climbed in the car, aware she might be embarrassed by her.

"Sorry sweetie I got caught up. Oh here's your juice."

"Thank you and I- what? What juice?"

"Oh yknow, this one. I figured you forgot it in the car this morning."

"That's...not mine."

"Oh well. Waste not want not." Liane uncapped the bottle and lifted it to her lips as Bella's eyes widened and she slapped the bottle out her hands and it flew out of the window onto the road.

"Bella!"

"Where did you get that?"

"It was on your seat, kiddo."

"Don't drink things you find! Especially apple flavoured things..."

"Bella stop it-"

"What did you say to the Mayor?"

"I...I told him I quit. Hence my nose. But I got my own back I shoved him over his desk. He deserved it."

"Mom now he's got it out for you, he's going to poison you!"

"Enough! Enough with this fantasy stuff, I'm glad you worry about me and I know he's an asshole but he's not some evil king in a high castle! He's just a guy that has too much power that sucks. Okay?"

"Just- be careful."

Liane smiled, stroking Bella's hair kindly, kissing her forehead gently. As she drove out of the school parking lot, a thought did cross her mind as she headed back towards home.

"Honey?"

"Yes?"

"Why would you be worried about me eating something apple flavoured?"

"Well...the Mayor has an apple tree."

"Okay...and why is that bad?"

"The apples...aren't normal."

"I know there are tiny apples that you can't eat because they're for the birds. And cooking apples you shouldn't eat raw.

"Wait, so you think he juiced one of those bad apples, bottled it, wrapped it in a fake brand label, somehow broke into my car and planted it on your seat for me to find?"

Bella rolled her eyes, tossing her braid over her shoulder. Liane chuckled and continued to drive as they reached the front of their house and saw a basket on the porch. A wicker basket with steam escaping from it. Liane immediately panicked, worrying something was on fire and rushing to open the basket. But when she looked closer she realised there was a steaming strudel inside, a gorgeous golden crusting coated in toasted brown sugar.

"False alarm! It's a strudel, Cassie probably baked today."

"A strudel? Does she normally drop food on our door?"

"Well, no but I guess she feels bad because of the- yknow quitting." Liane scooped up the basket and carried it inside as Bella followed quickly.

"Did she leave a note?"

"Uh...no. But it probably is from her-"

"Mom! Don't eat it!"

"Sweetie-"

"Mom please don't eat the strudel!"

"I'm not gonna waste good food young lady."

Bella rubbed her eyes in an affected manner, really wanting to get her point across.

"I know you think everyone in this town is good and kind and nice but do you really know everybody? Like realistically how well do we actually know these people?"

"Pretty well I'd say since they trust us to watch each others kids and the parents trust you to babysit their kids."

"Just...let me have the strudel. I'll....feed it to the twins tonight. Just if you're gonna eat a pastry, get it from the diner. We can trust them."

Liane considered, staring at the golden pastry then seeing the look in her daughters eyes. There was real concern there. She relented at last, leaving the strudel be.

"Fine. I won't eat it. But don't throw it out either. When does Rochelle want you?"

"5pm. She's gotta talk to Cole about something and needs me to watch the kids until she's back."

"Alright. Maybe I'll eat at the diner then since you suggested it."

"Yes. And please no moping. I know what you get like." Bella responded, packing up her bag for spending the night at Rochelle's House. Babysitting often meant sleepovers which also meant telling the twins more stories about their fantasy lives. Bella went to fetch some pyjamas, leaving her Storybook on the table by Liane's phone.

Whilst Bella was gone, Liane peeked inside the pages and saw an illustration of a blonde woman with large black horns, sweeping dark purple wings, a long trailing wispy dress and purple eyes. Her face looked incredibly familiar but she couldn't quite place it and something in her mind felt different as she looked at the image longer. As she heard Bella's footsteps though she closed it quickly, going back to her phone.

"You need a ride?"

"I'll take my bike. I'll see you on Saturday."

"Alright sweetie, love you!"

"Love you too, be careful!" Bella called, clipping on her helmet and heading out the door. Liane sighed and waved her off at the window before grabbing her car keys and heading off to Bruce's Diner for a nice meal. She deserved this. And it did feel nice to get out of the house. She parked up and headed for the door, the warm lights feeling inviting as she stepped inside.

The little bell on the door chimed and Bruce himself raised his head from by the coffee maker and smiled at Liane as she walked in. She sat herself at the bar and waited for someone to take her order, just taking space to relax.

"Hey Ms St James, good to see ya. What can I getcha?"

"Hey Melissa, uh what's the pie of the day?"

"Oh uh it's a fruit pie tonight. Is that okay?"

"That's absolutely fine. Uh in that case I'll have the pie."

"A slice? Or..."

"Melissa. Honey. A whole one thanks."

Melissa nodded and headed into the kitchen and went to go and put in her order as the door's bell went, alerting the staff to a new customer arriving. Liane turned her head and beckoned them over, smiling.

Thanks for reading! Watch this space for Part 2 to see who just walked in and see if Belladonna is right about Alexander.

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