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For the Fangirls chapter sevenThree hours later:
Nick Fury was not amused. He'd been chasing this group of kids around since they'd landed, first the escaped prisoner had destroyed a Dunkin Donuts, then a mall, and then he had disappeared somewhere into the city where a movie called the Avengers was being filmed.
The boy and his sister had gone missing too, but the rest of the girls had gone on for what had seemed like ages. They'd gone back to the dunkin donuts, where they were now sitting on the inside of the sign's fake donut, eating donuts with their sunglasses on, even though the sun was almost done setting.
"Ladies, I'm going to have to ask you to exit the donut."
They all take off their sunglasses and look at him, confused.
"Excuse me, sir, but we're going to have to ask you exit the universe, because we have the donut, and you left your gun at the Wal-Mart three blocks down. We saw Thor eating all the poptarts in the breakfast aisle, every last darn strawberry poptart, and
For the Fangirls chapter sixThe helicarrier was one massive flying warship, big enough to haul a few superheroes , SHIELD agents, advanced military guns and other assorted oddities, and most of all, Tony Stark's enormous ego, complete with a bar and the devil man himself, who was at said bar that very moment. The bar also happened to be next to an enormous prison cell, in which was a very familiar demigod named Loki. Tony watched as Nick Fury bickered with Loki, then decided it was time for him to do his share of the talking.
"Let's do a roll call, shall we? We have a pair of killer assassins, a demi-god and a living legend who is living up to his reputation."
Loki smiled. "I have an army."
Stark, in his usual fashion, quipped, "We have a Hulk."
Loki's smile never left his face.
Not two seconds passed before there was a loud banging noise coming from the wall parallel to Fury and Stark.
Loki was still smiling. The pounding noise wasn't stopping. I
For the Fangirls chapter fiveThe Author had passed out on the couch that Loki had put in the corner of the small room. He had the good sense to not bother her while she rested, besides, all she wanted to was sleep, and he only wanted to talk to her for a little while and get her to warm up to him. Maybe they could be friends after all, even though he'd already put her though so much.
She shivered in her sleep. Loki could feel it, and he realized that she was having a nightmare.
He made a move to wake her up, but thought better of it instead of awaking her, he would just freeze the nightmare out. He just hoped that he wasn't the cause of her nightmare.
Drawing the cold out from deep within himself, he held her wrist, and let some of the cold out, just enough to shock her, but not enough to leave frostbite.
Nobody beats up on my brother but me! Ella screamed, taking a megatron punch at the villain.
She screamed, and awoke, shivering even more, and much to Loki's surprise, she clung to him like a frightened child.
For the Fangirls chapter four"Asgard. I can't believe it." A Hiddlestoner named Kaite said.
"Yeah." Agreed another, Hiddlestoner called Laura. "How did we get in here?"
"I bribed Heimdall into letting us up here, on the premise that we would remove Loki from Asgard." Ella answered, still typing on her iPhone.
"But how, and why?" a third girl, Brieanna asked.
"If I told you know, that would spoil the plot of this fanfiction. Besides. Loki might be listening."
"But what did you bribe Heimdall with? The guy is practically immovable in his duty as gatekeeper of Asgard."
"He has a weakness for apple pie and chocolate chip cookies."
They all laughed.
Loki could swear that he could hear voices from down below the courtyard, because he was too busy try to keep the Author from seeing Thor.
But it wasn't working. Despite his efforts to hold her back, but
For the Fangirls chapter threeElla didn't care that the front door of her own house was locked. She had learned a couple of tricks that let her into a house without using keys, thanks to her boyfriend.
She opened the door as quietly as she could, so as to not wake the inhabitants.
As long as nobody was up for a midnight snack, all would go according to the plan.
Ella was tired. She'd been up all night long, planning, strategizing, and scheming with her friends, buying redbulls, and brewing coffee for the 'troops.'
The troops being the gang of Hiddlestoners she had found on Deviantart and had hired under the promise of getting Loki.
They had all come willingly, following her straight off of their accounts and to her house, where they would play their parts in the mission.
They didn't know what exactly the mission was, yet. They only knew that they would each be getting a Loki of their own.
They hadn't been told if they'd be getting a Loki action figure or a stuffed Loki, but they didn't care. They were al
For the Fangirls chapter twoThe hand clamped down on her shoulder, and as quick as it did, she whipped around and nearly fainted from surprise.
"KEAGAN! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU NOT TO SNEAK UP ON ME?"
She slapped the figure's face, or what she presumed to be his face, before falling back down on the bed and burying herself in the blankets.
The figure grabbed her by the shoulder and shook her.
"Go away! I told you not to bother me!" she yelled, her voice muffled by the Star Wars blanket the covered her face.
The figure shook her shoulder again, but she decided to ignore it.
It didn't work. The intruder kept shaking her shoulder, but more gently this time,
This went on for ten minutes, the intruder shaking her shoulder while the Author tried to go back to sleep.
But she couldn't take it any longer. Taking a deep breath, she hurled herself forward at the intruder, blanket on her face and all, and punched him in the chest.
"WHAT THE HECK DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" she screame
For the Fangirls chapter oneThe Author sat at her desk underneath her bunk bed. It was a warm October afternoon, a Saturday, when the Author's parents were out on business meeting that left her completely home alone, the exception being her little brothers, most of whom were taking a nap.
She was thinking, and typing this story to both procrastinate and pass the time.
Pass the time because she was bored and confused, and procrastinating because she got page fright every time she tried to write chapter 1of her novel.
It wasn't like she didn't know what to write, she just didn't know the right way to write it down. She was terrified that if she wrote it quickly and sent it off to the writer's critique group, it wouldn't be ready and would be a failure.
So, in writing this, she put it off and searched her mind for ideas. Fan fictions were always a nice way of self induced and imaginary wish fulfillment, and it made her happy to see her own dreams and hopes spill onto the pages.
It made her forget herself and r
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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