jazziest

Downsized

“Honk, Tonay, stop arguing!” 

Even at 5 year old size, Peggy Carter was all lungs and sass. Just in a cuter size and voice. The men, including Steve, turn to face her with rapt attention, like she still commanded it even though she was tiny. 

Peggy had volunteered for an experiment to shrink someone to microverse size so they could hopefully find Hank’s beloved wife, Janet Van Dyne. Scott had accidentally found her, or rather she found him, but the man was far too disoriented to even remember anything. So of course Hank wanted to try again but using his friend and colleague who stood up for him… he was antsy, to say the least.

For Tony’s part, he still wanted to iron out some kinks that he perceived were there but Hank wouldn’t hear of it. ‘Never trust a Stark’ was something he still followed, especially after a civil war nearly broke out. Fortunately, Peggy had arrived restored thanks to the soul stone which Vision had used prompted by Wanda’s ability to see into the hearts of men. Peggy was on Steve’s heart and mind a great deal; what would Peggy do? How would Peggy handle this? The answer was always easier than he knew: in person. Using her vast knowledge of diplomacy, the sheer amount of dirt she had on General Ross, and her keen eye for political BS, she was able to settle what could have been a huge blow up between the Avengers and keep them united for what was likely to be a cosmic battle of epic proportions. However, because Bucky was still suspected of the explosion in Vienna but thanks to a concerted effort and Peggy’s familiarity with much of the UN,T’Challa is able to mourn more freely and in a much healthier fashion.

“Aunt Peggy, I’m just saying the gun should not have been jumped, it should have been cleaned and fine tuned and inspected.” Tony holds up his hands defensively. Hank starts on saying something but Peggy clears her throat. 

“It doesn’t matter now. Can I be put back?” They’d used a kind of shrinking technology for the experiment so maybe a growing one could reverse it?  “Theoretically, yes. Immediately, no. This time I am willing to admit that Tony is right. The fixes should take…” Hank glances to Tony who looks back at him like he was crunching the numbers. “A day. Tops. Looks like you’re sleepin’ on the couch, Steve.” The other man rolls his eyes and sighs shortly. “Yeah, yeah. C’mon, Pegs. Let’s get you clothes that fit.” Peggy nods to the men and follows Steve out of the lab and toward the clothing fabricator, the main purpose of which happened to be replacement clothes in case of lab accidents. Luckily for them, it could be set for little girls’ sizes. Peggy’s slacks and blouse are replaced with a red t-shirt and jean shorts, choices she made herself. 

“So this is what you looked like when you were…5?” She nods to Steve’s statement question. “Sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened if we’d met when you were little. ‘Course, your parents probably wouldn’t ever move to my part of Brooklyn but a guy can dream.” Steve shrugs, helping her onto the sitting room couch. “Bucky wouldn’t have to stretch himself thin going after your bullies I’d imagine. And you wouldn’t have those same bullies saying you can’t get a girl because I’d be right there. We’d play in the mud and rain and get sick together and then my mum would help take care of your mum and then your mum would be alive to see us get married and maybe we’d find Bucky for the wedding…” Little Peggy sighs and shakes her head. “But then you wouldn’t be young enough to fight with the Avengers and things might be worse off.”

“Either way, I’m with you, and we’ve got Bucky and a family so that’s all that matter.” Steve lets her sit in his lap so he can ruffle her hair and kiss the top of her head. “Oh Stayve.” The little girl coos and leans back against Steve to rub his jaw with her little hands. Steve was grinning like a loon hearing her little Cockney accent. Apparently it wasn’t always posh like he’d thought. 

They spend the rest of the day together, letting Peggy relive her childhood by going to an amusement park, eating candy, absolutely cleaning house in laser tag, and eating loads of ice cream while watching scary movies. And especially fighting a dragon at a local renaissance fair and winning.

The next morning, Steve receives a text to bring Peggy outside for the fix. She grumbles about wanting to stay this age forever but Steve gently reminds her that she’d miss out on intimate times with him. Even if he aged slower than a normal human and she aged up, that’d be a long time to wait. With improved enthusiasm, she stands still for the device to restore her and looks down at herself to see she’s in an adult sized shirt and jean shorts. The two men congratulate one another then invest themselves in finding out what they did right so they can succeed the next time. 

Peggy walks over to Steve who looks infinitely more relieved now that she’s in her late 20′s again.

 “Thank you for spoiling me yesterday.” She nuzzles his cheek and he wraps an arm against her back. 

“You know I’m always looking for ways to spoil my best girl.” 

“Oh Steve.”

“I’m gonna miss that accent.”

“Well y’know guv’nor, I’m always primed to impress you American blokes, innit? Wanna have top banter and snag a cheeky Nando’s?” Peggy teases, citing more recent British slang which sent Steve’s eyes into a full Dwayne the Rock Johnson style roll.

“Well, well, well only if you wanna hear the jazziest cat in all the land speak real smooth like to his dame, capiche?” They both giggled like the silly fossils they were, walking off to the hangar with the full intent of going back to the fair to find their inner child.

jazzcutie  asked:

Hello everyone!!! How are your days going?? Mine's been ok, I think I nearly got heatstroke during the parade i went to today but I have a concert tonight that should be fun! Also, happy birthday Steve!!😘 also, any embarrassing stories about each other, boys??

E: HEY BABE AAAAAAAAAAAH <33

SW: Jeez, kid, you got a pair of lungs on you!

SR: Sorry, I should’ve warned you. *waves* Hey, Mack, thanks for the birthday wished! How’re you?

B: Our day’s been pretty good! Erin had to work until a couple of hours ago, and The three of us guys had other errands to run before we met up with her.

E: I don’t recommend working retail on the 4th of July. Everyone and their uncle’s dog shows up and then they’re disappointed when your store isn’t having a special sale for the holiday.

SW: Wait, really?

E: It’s stupid.

B: Yikes

SR: I have’t really got anything embarrassing about Sam or Bucky-

B: Yeah, because I swore you to secrecy in the early 40′s.

SR: Doesn’t matter, they both probably have some shit on me.

SW: Of course we do.

E: Oh please tell me.

SW: There was this one time we caught him singing and, what we can only assume was an attempt at dancing when he was in the training room. It  took him a full half hour to realize we were there.

B: I filmed him for nearly fifteen minutes before he charged at me. He didn’t get the phone and Stark has a hard copy on like four different hard drives.

E: Incredible.

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My Chemical Romance - House of Wolves

Well I think I’m gonna burn in hell
Everybody burn the house right down

Have you seen “Three Little Bops”? No? Go ahead, it’s right here. I’ll wait. 

In case you didn’t, or you’re at work, or cartoons hurt your eyes, whatever - let me tell you about “Three Little Bops.” This is a Looney Tunes short from 1957, a re-imagination of the Three Little Pigs. The Three Little Bops play in a jazz club, see, and the wolf wants to get in and play the trumpet with them. He plays a bit for them, they tell him he’s not good enough to play with them, and they throw him out. “They stopped me before I could go to town, so I’ll huff and puff and blow the house down!” he swears, destroying the House of Straw, and he starts following the Three Little Bops. He catches up with them in the Dew Drop Inn (House of Sticks), and once again he’s just no good. The crowd begs the Bops to throw him out and they do. He blows the house down, and now we’re off to the House of Bricks, a place with “a high-class crowd and a sign on the door, no wolves allowed.” The wolf can’t get in. He tries everything, but the House of Bricks still stands, and he’s on the outside looking in. So the wolf comes back with TNT. And he blows himself up, and he dies, and he goes to hell. I kid you not. And down in hell, sitting in a boiling cauldron, he plays the trumpet so well that his spirit literally rises back out of the underworld to play a show with the Three Little Bops. “He learned the rules,” says one of the Bops, “You gotta get hot to play real cool.” Roll credits.

Now hit play on this. Follow those drums down, down, down into hell, into the House of Wolves, into the jazziest, deadliest, sexiest nightmare of a club you’ve ever been in. Wolves at the door, wolves onstage, wolves in the audience. You gotta get hot to play real cool. You gotta go through that fire to get back up out of it. I said ashes to ashes, we all fall down, we got innocence for days, listen to Gerard roll that I said-d-d, listen to that wailing, thumping guitar. Listen to the wolves whispering to you. I know a thing about contrition, because I’ve got enough to spare, they are saying, and these are not the cries of the repentant. This is a den of thieves and liars and they are having a great fucking time, and you are one of them. You better run like the devil ‘cause they’re never gonna leave you alone. You gotta get hot to play real cool. 

Time at the Studio, Chapter 3!

HELLO Maksyl fam!

Just in case you’d like to hear the song that Meryl’s dancing to in this chapter, you can find it here!

I know you’ve all been waiting for this chapter, and I really really hope you all enjoy it!

Your feedback is what keeps me writing, so thank you so so much for your continued love and support.

In case you haven’t read the previous chapters of Time At The Studio, they are here and here. 

I love you all, fam!
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Upon entering dance class that Saturday, Meryl was immediately bombarded by her two favorite Ukrainians.

“How was ice dancing on Thursday with our good friend Charlie?”

Val ‘skated’ around the hardwood floors in his socks, clearly teasing Meryl, and his beautifully-idiotic brother struck a goofy ballerina pose.

“It was actually a lot of fun! I had a great time,” Meryl replied, chuckling at the boys’ actions.

“Not more fun than you have with us, though, right?” Val pouted.

“Oh, never,” Meryl rolled her eyes, grinning.

At that exact moment, a brilliant idea came into her mind.

She was kind of bored. She decided to act on it.

“Yeah, you guys are more fun—although, Charlie was a pretty good kisser—” She trailed off, and yep, that did it.

(The insinuation in the statement was totally false. Meryl would never actually kiss Charlie; she would never even consider it. Charlie was like her adorkable brother; not to mention, he was also her friend’s boyfriend.

She simply wanted to see what the boys would do.)

What?” Maks hopped out of his passé immediately, no longer in a joking mood.

“You… You let him kiss you?” He spluttered, clearly horrified. “Doesn’t he have a girlfriend?”

Meryl wanted to laugh, but she managed to keep a straight face.

“Why do you care so much, bro?” Val shouldered his brother, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Because—because she’s only 13!”

Meryl felt a pang of indignation towards Maks.

“Oh, so because I’m so ‘young,’ I can’t take care of myself? I’m only one year younger than you!” She huffed.

“Меріл, you know that’s not what I mean,” he replied, rolling his eyes.

“Well, then, what did you mean?”

“We’re all young. No ‘relationship’, if you can even call it that, is going to be serious at this point. But even so, you deserve way more than someone who’s willing to be unfaithful to his girlfriend. You’ll need someone who wants to protect you and support you, not someone who wants to treat you as a passing fling. When the time comes for you to actually date and have it mean something, you need to put your best interests first. After all, it’s all about the end result,” he tried to explain.

“Wow, which speech from Mama and Papa did you get that from?” Val retorted.

Meryl promptly swatted Val on his arm.

“I thought it was cute,” she smiled, but Maks scoffed at her.

“No, it wasn’t cute. It was the truth. I can’t believe you let that be your first kiss!” Maks was clearly getting angry now.

She almost felt bad that she was leading him on like this…But she was having way too much fun.

Let’s keep the ball rolling.

“Wait, who said he was my first kiss?” She tried to appear as confused as possible for the full effect.

Maks looked like he was going to pass out.

Val started laughing like a madman, catching onto Meryl’s little game. Maks, however, was still in the dark.

Meryl laughed, too, and cast a quick glance around the room; she’d forgotten about the other girls in the room. The rest of the class was staring at her with envy clear in every expression.

“Z,” Meryl spotted her friend in the corner of the room and waved her over.

“Hey, Mer,” Zendaya chuckled awkwardly, giving a shy wave to her male companions.

“Hi, Val. Hi, Maks,” Zendaya continued on, but her eyes were settled on Val.

“Oh, hello, beautiful,” Val gave a sincere smile to Meryl’s now-blushing friend.

Meryl’s eyes darted back-and-forth between the two as she watched them interact. For a moment, it seemed like déjà vu, although she couldn’t remember exactly why.

Maks was pretty much ignoring her presence, too consumed by what Meryl had deemed to be barely-contained rage.

“Ladies and gents,” Miss Sharna clapped, immediately drawing the class’ attention.

“Today, we’re going to be trying something different,” she continued.

An excited smile was forming on her face, and the students all felt themselves becoming just as excited at the prospect of a fun dance class.

“Since it’s too early to plan anything for our recital, we won’t start working on anything yet. Still, I’d like to see what you all are capable of—” she trailed off.

The class waited on baited breath.

“So today, you’re all preparing your own routines! You’ll either be doing a solo, or a duet, or a trio,” she ticked the three off on her fingers as she listed the possibilities.

“If you’re in a duet or a trio, that does not mean you’re not as strong of a dancer as someone who got a solo. It means we have time constraints in this class that we have to use to our advantage. Think of partner dances as a collaboration; if you work together well enough, the dance could come out great for everyone! Now, don’t worry: I’m not expecting them to be ‘So You Think You Can Dance’ good. Also, guys, don’t worry too much about the choreography difficulty level. With that being said, I will want to see your strongest skills. If you can do any cool moves, make sure to show me in your dance! If you can do a cartwheel, or a backflip, include that in your routine! If you’re really energetic, I need to see that! Just leave everything out there!”

Meryl could see the wheels turning in the girls’ heads already.

“The dances aren’t going to be that long—they’re going to be one chorus to a song that I’ve taken the liberty of picking out for you. That’s actually the second part of the surprise,” Miss Sharna smiled.

The class drum-rolled accordingly, stomping their feet on the floor repeatedly.

“The songs I’ve chosen are all from Disney movies!”

Cheers erupted throughout the room.

“I’ve assigned each group a specific song choice that I feel they could do justice. Let’s get this started!” Miss Sharna began to read the list off.

“Haley, Mariana, Mary, the three of you are in a trio! You’ll be dancing to ‘Never Had A Friend Like Me’ from Aladdin!”

The three girls all high-fived each other.

“Alexis, you’ll be getting a solo! You’re dancing to ‘I Just Can’t Wait to Be King’ from The Lion King!”

Alexis smiled to herself, clearly pleased.

“Jenna, Allie, you’re in a duet. You’re dancing to ‘Under The Sea’ from The Little Mermaid!”
Meryl smiled as the two of her friends hugged each other excitedly.

“Zendaya, you have a solo! Prepare to dance to ‘Oodalalie’ from Robin Hood!”

Val whispered a ‘congrats, babe,’ to Zendaya, who turned, smiled, and thanked him.

“Meryl and Julia, you’ll be in a duet. You’ll be dancing to ‘I Won’t Say I’m In Love,’ from Hercules!”

Meryl had no idea a girl named ‘Julia’ even attended her dance class, and she thought she knew everyone.

Meryl scanned the room for this ‘Julia,’ ready to introduce herself, but couldn’t find an unfamiliar face.

She raised a tentative hand.

“Miss Sharna,” she politely interrupted, and her teacher smiled at her.

“Yes, Meryl?” Miss Sharna was all ears, but Meryl was never too amazing at conversing with figures of authority.

She became a bit shy at the class’ eyes on her.

“I don’t see Julia anywhere,” Meryl muttered quietly.

Miss Sharna frowned, flipping back to check her attendance sheet for the day.

“Oh, Meryl, I’m sorry! That’s my mistake. Julia’s absent today. Would you like to dance a solo?”

Meryl hesitated, casting an eye at her favorite brothers.

Val gave her a thumbs up. Maks, despite still seeming angry, gave her a definite nod.

“Sounds good to me,” she smiled.

She was going to have a solo.

“And last but certainly not least, Maks and Val, you’ll be dancing a duet to ‘I Wanna Be Like You,’ from The Jungle Book!”

Meryl could hear the boys laughing with joy behind her.

“Alright, class! You’ll have 30 minutes to create something. At the end of that, you’ll all be showing the class your piece! Start working… Now!”

Meryl rushed over to her flip-phone and accessed the internet.

What a day to have a terrible cell phone.

When she finally got internet service, she punched in the song name quickly.

Her phone keys decided not to cooperate with her frantic fingers and left out a letter in ‘Hercules.’

Her misspelling of ‘Hercules’ as ‘Hercule’ led her to what appeared to be the French version of the song—curious, she clicked the link.

After listening for a minute, she determined that the female singer was phenomenal; Meryl, smiling, decided at once to do the French version.

‘Jamais je N’avouerai.’

Music wasn’t so much about the language of the lyrics than the emotions they expressed, and Meryl thought French Megara would definitely work better with the choreography she was beginning to plan out.

She decided to choose the last chorus of the song to choreograph her dance to, starting when French Megara hopped on the floating columns in the lake, falling into Hercules’ statue’s arms, and ending with the Muses’ sighs. It sounded powerful, yet delicate. It was perfect.

+
Meryl loved her routine. She’d completed it in 20 minutes, and took the next 10 to run it until it looked perfect. (She always had been a perfectionist, and if she wad going to perform it for her class, she needed it to be perfect.)

Her years of dance made triple pirouettes easy. The fluidity of her movements came from her years of dancing, as well—her time in hip-hop allowed for sharper, more interesting movements as the music built to its crescendo, and then the moves became softer until the ending pose; at the song’s close, Meryl was kneeling on the floor, hair cascading behind her shoulders, her hands over her heart. She thought she looked great.

Maybe it wasn’t the jazziest routine, but the song didn’t allow much room for that. She just rolled with the punches.

“Performance time! Would anyone like to perform first?” Miss Sharna called out, and the class all assembled into one massive group again.

I’m confident in this routine. C’mon, me, volunteer! Get it done with!

Meryl raised a tiny hand, and Miss Sharna, looking pleased, called on her immediately.

“The floor is yours, Meryl,” she grinned, urging the students to back up to give the girl room.

Meryl hit the play button on her flip phone and began her routine.

+

“That was awesome!” Val hollered the second her routine ended.

The entire class clapped vigorously, although some applauded with reluctance due to their still-present jealousy over her friendship with the boys.

“Great job, Меріл,” another voice sounded.

She turned around, and sure enough, Maks was sitting cross-legged next to her.

“Thanks,” she beamed, but she was still slightly confused. “I thought you were mad at me.”

Maks smiled ruefully at her confession. “I was angry at the choice you made, but I can’t be angry after that dance. It was like watching a professional,” he chuckled.

The next duet were beginning to set up for their routine, and Miss Sharna shushed the crowd of chattering students.

“Hey, Maks?” Meryl whispered.

“Mhm,” he mumbled a reply lowly, not wanting to get in trouble for talking.

“Just so you know, I’ve never actually had my first kiss.”

“Oh, y—Wait, what?”
He turned to stare at her, mouth agape.

“Yep. I was lying before. I was bored, but your reaction was entertaining, you big teddy bear,” she teased quietly.

His eyes lit up at the newfound information, and he seemed like be was going to say something, but then he processed her new nickname for him.

His lips stretched into a pout at once.

“Hey! I’m not a teddy bear. If anything, I’m a grizzly bear,” he muttered defensively.

“Nope. You’re a huge teddy bear,” she rebuffed.

Not her best comeback, but it was true.

“I am not! Even in my dance, I’m the King of the Jungle!”

“Are you sure? I don’t think a teddy bear, no matter how big he is, would be that great of a king,” she mumbled back, snickering at her own joke.

She was waiting to hear his annoyed reply, but when none came, she turned her head to look at him.

A terrifying grin was forming on his face.

Oh, no.

He had gotten a devious idea, didn’t he?

Meryl felt her heartbeat quicken.

Sure enough, he leaned into her side.

He wanted to deliver a quiet message to her.

“The second we get out of here, Меріл, you’d better run,” was the warning breathed into her ear.

Ignoring the proximity of their faces completely, she cocked a curious eyebrow at him.

“Oh? Why should I do that, Maks?”

“Many reasons. First of all, you lied to me. Second of all, you kept me believing your lie for as long as you wanted, all for your sick entertainment. Lastly, you called me a teddy bear.” he murmured, shuddering over the nickname, then continuing.

“I will not let those offenses slide. Once we leave this building, I can—and will—tickle you until you cry.”

Her eyes widened in almost-comedic horror.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she whispered back, but it was too late.

He was watching the next dance.

+

Once Miss Sharna declared class to be over, Meryl fled the studio as fast as she could.

Somehow, Maks didn’t seem like the type to bluff.

If I can just make it to my house and lock the door before he gets to me…

It was only about a minute after she started running before she heard footsteps swiftly coming her way. They were still a ways away from her, but Meryl knew they wouldn’t be that way for long.

“No,” she shrieked over her shoulder at her potential-assailant Maks, urging her little legs to carry her down the sidewalk quicker.

“Justice,” was the howled reply from behind her.

So it was definitely him.

Keep moving!

“Run, Meryl, Run!” Val’s voice echoed out to her.

Thank you for the encouragement, Val.

Despite her best efforts, he continually grew closer and closer.

It wasn’t long until the footsteps were right behind her.

One girly scream escaped from Meryl as arms wrapped around her hips.

“Got you.” A quick mumble in her ear, and then she was tumbling to the grass.

“Stop,” she spoke, beginning to chuckle when strong fingers assaulted the sides of her stomach.

“I’m serious,” she pleaded through her growing laughter.

The fingers didn’t cease their movements, moving around her stomach.

“Maks, please stop,” she was hysterically laughing now, flailing on the grass as his fingers continued their attack on her stomach.

“Won’t—do it—again,” she tried to get out through fits of laughter. Tears were coming down her face from laughing so hard.

“Зупинити лоскочучи мене, Maks!” The words flew out before she could think about it. Stop tickling me, Maks.

In his native language…which he had no idea she was teaching herself how to speak.

He halted his attack, hovering over her, shock written on his expression. “How’d you know how to say that?”

“Um,” she replied.

Suddenly, Maks called out to his brother.

“She knows Ukrainian, Val! She knows and she didn’t tell us!”

Val was by her side in an instant.

“Are you serious?” His eyes were wide.

“I started teaching myself the night after we met,” she admitted slowly, and at once two pairs of hands were on her.

+

“You’re both jerks,” she was still trying to catch her breath after the tickle-fest.

“You still love us,” Val swung an arm around Meryl’s shoulders to punctuate the statement.

Maks gave her a lopsided grin.

“Remember that next time you think it’d be funny to lie to me,” he joked, and Meryl playfully shoved her shoulder into his side.

(Meryl didn’t want to impose, but Mama Chmerkovskiy absolutely insisted on having her over for dinner. Apparently, she’d been wanting to meet Meryl since the day after Meryl had met the boys. It seemed she wasn’t the only one blabbering on and on to her parents… After a quick call to her mom and dad explaining the situation, they allowed Meryl to attend.

She just needed to get changed from her grass-stained dance clothing into something a bit more presentable for dinner.)

+

Meryl’s mom greeted the trio as they walked into the house. While Meryl ran upstairs, she could hear her dad introducing himself to the boy. She wanted to laugh at the respectful tones in their voices.

Meryl chose to wear an orangey/pink sundress, since she felt was a sundress-y time of year.

She combed her hair to one side, as usual, cleaned up and reapplied her previously-smudged makeup, and headed back downstairs.

She smiled the boys’ amazed stares.

She must’ve looked pretty good, all dressed up.

They said their goodbyes to Meryl’s parents, promising to see them again soon if it was okay with tem.

It was, in fact, okay.

Looping one arm through Maks’, and the other through Val’s, they headed out the door again, the Chmerkovskiy house their destination.

“I really wanted to steal your first kiss from you when you walked down those stairs,” Maks admitted quietly, “but I won’t do that yet.”

Yet. Yet. Yet. Yet. Yet. Yet.

It was an implied promise that was left ringing in her ears the entire walk over to their house.

This was going to be a very interesting night.

Laziest day ever. I didn’t even brush the hairs.

(Also my phone tried autocorrecting laziest to jazziest. I’m sorry phone, I’m not on your level, I’m not having the jazziest day ever.)