#and after that I’m done with my first quarter hehe hell yeah

[strawberri-draws]

I love how Mary Oliver talks about nature <3

[manianart]

Bunny Sheriff pt2

It had been a lot easier to adjust than Sheriff would have thought it to be. It had been about a week now

A week that he had stayed with the others and it really wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. Once everything was explained and it was put out that Sheriff would be staying nobody made a fuss about it. On the contrary, even. Deimos seemed rather excited at the thought of keeping a pet. Sheriff didn’t know what to think about that but he was thankful nobody was against him staying.

After a while Deimos and Sanford said they’d go out for a drive. When they came back they had brought a bunch of pet supplies for bunnies.

Deimos went to set them up right away with Sanford by his side, reading out of a booklet with the title “how to care for lop bunnies”.

Was that what he was? Sheriff cocked his head to the side and blinked a few times, not really sure what to think about all this but not really able to raise any questions. Once everything was apparently ready Deimos went over and took Sheriff from the Doc, who ever so slightly tensed up.

A few seconds later Sheriff was plopped into a new cage.

Great.

He huffed out a bit at the thought of having to stay in yet another cage but then he noticed something. The cage ground was soft and it was a lot bigger than the other one. There was food, water, bedding, some toys, straw and, to Sheriffs delight, a little hut that he could use to hide in. 

D:”Don’t worry lil dude. This is only for nights or when we can’t keep an eye on ya.”

Deimos smiled at Sheriff. Such an honest smile and such a nice gesture. Sheriff wanted to say thanks but being that he couldn’t talk he did the next best thing. Leaning up towards Deimos hands, that were still somewhat in his cage, he nuzzled them carefully, the way he had seen cats do when asking for pats.

Deimos smile grew and he started to carefully pat the soft fluff behind the Sheriffs ear.

Both Deimos and the Sheriff were too occupied with their interaction to see Hank draw close up until he was kneeling in front of the new cage.

H:”Looks like he likes the new cage.” Deimos stopped himself when he heard Hank and looked over, now smiling at Hank.

D:”Yeah! I’m glad. Wasn’t easy to decide which one to get but Sanford found that book on bunnies and that made it somewhat easier.”

Sheriff looked over to where the other man stood, still reading in that booklet they had brought along.

Sanford noticed and slowly started to wander over to the cage before kneeling down and starting to look between the Sheriff and the booklet.

S:”I think I found out what kind of bunny this one is.” D:”Oh? Which one is it?” S:”Pretty sure he’s a dwarf lop bunny. See? The book has some pictures on them and he looks exactly like this one.” Deimos and Hank both leaned over to see where on the page Sanford was pointing to. Sheriff too tried to look, leaning on his hind legs and stretching up as far as he could to see the page as well, not having much luck with it though. By the reactions of the other two men he was pretty sure it was right though. Sanford met Sheriffs gaze and turned the booklet around, pointing to a bunny that was pictured on the page.

S:”Look, this is you.” Sheriff looked at the image. So that’s what he looked like now, huh? He had to say that that picture was rather cute, no wonder Hank didn’t want to hurt him when he found him. He wouldn’t have had the heart to do anything to a bunny like that either.

Just then he heard one of them yawn. Looking up he saw Hank open his mouth, sharp incisors and a metal jaw making him slightly flinch before he felt himself yawn as well.

2B:”It’s getting late. We should go to our quarters and head to bed.” The others nodded but then Deimos brought up a good point.

D:”So, who’ll get to keep the lil bun with them tonight?” 2B:”I don’t know but I sure as hell ain’t gonna take him to my room.” H:”I can keep him in my room.” D:”No fair! You had him the most out of all of us today!” S:”How about we play a round of rock paper scissors? The winner takes him with him for the night.” Hank and Deimos nodded at that, not even glancing at Sheriff to see what he had to add to that.

The first match they all went against each other, mostly to gage who would then go against each other in a one to one, but that wasn’t even needed. One draw and Sanford won, having given paper while the other two gave stone as answer.

Happy with the result and not willing to draw things out Sanford simply grabbed Sheriffs cage and walked to his room with it.

Once inside Sheriff looked around a bit. It was a clean room, sparsely decorated with only a few personal items.

What drew the Sheriffs interest were some pictures hanging on the wall above the table he had been placed on.

They showed Sanford and Deimos mostly but some also showed the other two men with a third one Sheriff didn’t recognize.

While looking at the photos Sheriff hadn’t noticed Sanford starting to undress, only noticing when the latter spoke up.

S:”Hey, I’ll go shower real quick. Behave while I’m gone, okay?” Sheriff watched the man head to a door that apparently led to a bathroom attached to his bedroom. Geez. Now Sheriff started to feel dirty. It had been a while since he had gotten the chance to shower.

Sighing he thought about what he could do.

He could try and get Sanford to let him bathe in the sink or something, though he wasn’t really sure if the man would understand him at all. He could use the water bowl in his new cage to bathe in but then he wouldn’t have any water to drink.

Sighing Sheriff thought about his last option. Just doing it the way bunnies would usually do it. Meaning using his tounge.

He shivered at the thought of it but in the end it was the only viable option at the moment. He looked at his front paws, they didn’t look too bad. Now...how did bunnies do that again… Shoot he really didn’t know. Maybe he should just let the body do it’s own thing? Could he do that?

He just decided to start, bringing his paws up and licking at them a bit before smoothing them over his face. Okay, this felt right. Moving on he re-wet his paws and continued with his ears.

He moved slow and methodical.

He was only at his second ear when Sanford came out of the bathroom again. Not noticing the other man he continued cleaning himself until he heard a chuckle.

S:”Y’know you could have pointed to the bathroom and I would’ve gotten you a washcloth.”

Sheriff looked over to the other, happy he couldn’t see his blush, and slowly sat down onto all fours.

S:”One moment. I’ll get something to wipe you down with. I’d be eager for a cleaning too if I had been dragged around by so many people and had to withstand the dusty wind outside.”

Sure enough Sanford went back into his bathroom and came out with a wet washcloth wich he proceeded to use on the Sheriff, carefully cleaning him wherever Sanford could reach.

Shortly thereafter Sanford layed down and turned out the lights, signing the Sheriffs first day with them drawing to an end.

Now it was a week later.

Sheriff had slowly begun to trust the others, finding that his worries of them killing him or torturing him once they found out who he was were unwarranted.

Quite the opposite really. They treated him rather well. Maybe because they thought he was a non-threat now, maybe because they could all kill him without so much as breaking a sweat or maybe just because they pitied him.

He honestly didn’t care.

He felt safe.

It had been ages since he had felt safe. Even when he was still his old self he hadn’t felt this safe in a long time.

The last time he had felt anywhere near this safe was when he had just started out as Sheriff.

When everything was still easy.

When he had only one man under him, his partner in crime-fighting, Adam.

Sheriffs mood dulled a little at the thought of his old partner.

It had been a while that he had thought about Adam. He had been his best friend and his confidant.

His loss had been the thing to make Sheriff snap and start cutting people off.

A hand was suddenly on his back, petting him carefully.

Looking up he saw Deimos looking at him, his face showing worry.

D:”You alright there Bunniff?”

Bunniff. That silly nickname Deimos had come up with about 3 days after he had been brought here.

Sheriff hadn’t liked it when he first heard it but it had grown on him. Just as much as Deimos and Sanford had grown on him, being the two that took the most care of him.

Sheriff nuzzled into the touch somewhat, trying to ease Deimos worries.

What he wouldn’t give to be able to talk.

D:”You trying to be cute to get an extra snack?”

Sheriff gave Deimos a side eye at that comment but couldn’t help himself turning towards the other to see if he did have a snack.

D:”Hehe. I gotcha lil buddy. Here ya go.” With that Deimos got out some yoghurt drops, that they had gotten from their trip to the pet store, and held one out to Sheriff.

Sheriff carefully took the drop with his teeth, having learned that those were rather sharp now, the hard way by biting his tounge, and started to nibble at it.

He truly did appreciate the snack, even if it wasn’t really the thing that he was looking for at the moment.

He was halfway done with the snack when 2BDamned stepped into the room with a clipboard.

Sheriff looked up and sighed.

Time for the daily testing.

The doc had started with those the day after Hank had brought him here, saying that, since Auditor was the one to revive Sheriff and they didn’t have a good gage on his powers, they couldn’t know what kind of anomalies could occur around and or with the Sheriff.

So far nothing had come of it.

Sheriff finished his snack quickly before he was lifted from the couch, where Deimos had placed him so they could watch some TV, and carried to 2Bs room.

Half an hour of tests later and the Doc was once again only staring at the results with a scowl.

A long sigh escaped the man before he walked over to the small cage he had placed Sheriff in to pick him up again.

2B:”. . . I still don’t get WHY Auditor would do this to you! . . . hopefully there’ll be no side eff-”

The Doc was interrupted by a loud sneeze coming from Sheriff. Sheriff didn’t even know where that had come from, he didn’t feel it coming on but oh well.

Opening his eyes after the sneeze he blinked a few times. He was still in 2Bs hold but something felt...off.

2B:”-cts…”

Doc was staring at him now.

Did he have something on his face? Reaching up he touched his face to see if something was hanging out of his nose.

Wait.

How did he do that? Normally when people held him like that he couldn’t use his arms.

Looking down now he saw...a hand?

A furr covered, paw-like hand for sure but still. A hand.

Looking back up again he met 2Bs eyes, seeing the surprise in them. His mask was hiding it but he was sure his mouth was standing open as well.

Sh:”What just-”

Sheriff heard himself beginn to say before stopping himself mid sentence.

He could talk.

HE COULD TALK!

Before he could revel in that fact a little longer 2B brought him close, holding him like a child now and rushed into the living room with him, to where the others were at the moment.

2B:”HANK!”

The others looked up at the Doc who proceeded to almost shove the half-bunny Sheriff into Hanks face.

2B:”I TOLD you he was a danger! LOOK! Who knows what’ll happen next?! We have to-”

The Doc was interrupted by Hank standing up so fast he threw down his chair, glaring at the man inside of his grasp.

Sheriff swallowed hard, his body beginning to shiver. He felt his still attached tail go between his legs and grabbed his ears in a nervous attempt to somewhat hide, using the brim of his hat as well.

Hank was towering over the other and Sheriff didn’t know when it would come but he was SURE that he would get hurt.

Silence.

Sheriff didn’t even know when he had shut his eyes but he had, waiting for the hurting to start.

After minutes of no harm coming his way he slowly opened one eye again before carefully looking up at the other.

Hank was looking...happy?

His eyes were fixated on Sheriff for sure but they held no malice or anger. A second later and Hank had taken him out of the Docs hold and was now holding him like he was the most precious thing in the world.

D:”Well… this is new...Hank be careful not to break him with that stare of yours.”

Deimos quipped, giving a snicker when Hank gave him an annoyed glance before returning to look Sheriff all over.

Sheriff felt himself begin to relax again. Hank wasn’t angry. He didn’t think Sheriff had planned anything evil or malicious.

That was a relief.

Well for about a minute it was.

That was until Sheriff realized that, holy shit, he was practically NAKED!

Sure he’d been naked all the time as bunny, but that was just the problem. He had been a BUNNY. Those normally didn’t need clothes. But now he was NOT a bunny anymore...at least not fully and that fact made him feel really exposed now.

Using his arms to kind of instinctively hide his chest and crotch, even though there was literally nothing visible there, he made a squeaking noise out of embarrassment.

That was when Sanford gave him a shirt.

S:”Here, you should probably put that on.”

Hank lowered him to the ground and grabbed the shirt for him before lifting it over his head and helping him into it.

It looked way too big on him but he didn’t care, he was just glad he didn’t have to feel naked anymore.

SH:”Thank you.”

Now everyone but the Doc and Sheriff froze.

D:”You can talk?” Sh:”Uuuuuhm~ apparently?” Sheriff shrunk a bit at the others reaction but the smile that followed gave him a little reassurance that they didn’t dislike it.

A slew of questions followed, none of wich he actually knew how to answer aside from the last one.

S:”So, what do you want to do now?”

Sanford was smiling but Sheriff knew the gravity of that question.

Before he could think about it much more, about where he’d go now and what to do or what they would do now to prevent him from doing something stupid, his stomach growled loudly, interrupting everyones thoughts.

Sh:”I guess eat something.”

The tension that had slowly been building in the room fell away at that.

They could think about this all later, for now they were just gonna roll with it.

And now it was time for dinner.

[whumpmatsus]

Why hello there new blog. 👀 I shall watch with interest. Would it be fine to ask for Karamatsu with a bad stomachache/similar?

hehe, I hope you enjoy watching!

and YES of course! God I'm such a Karamatsu girl 😩

We've got some of everything here, I think? Oops All Matsus! XD ... but the Choukeimatsu is definitely strong in this one haha

enjoooooy! <3

-

It’s kind of a given that in a house with six brothers in close quarters, anything one of them catches is going to end up running its way through all of them.

It’s… less of a given that Karamatsu is going to be the one who recovers last.

Most of the time he’s the first one to push through it, seemingly via sheer power of will because he wants to take care of the others. Or, at least, he’s not usually the one still down for the count when everyone else is on the mend.

This time around, he’s been curled up on the couch since all of them woke up this morning. They’re all feeling fine, while he’s apparently still feeling like crap.

He’s set himself up with a wastebasket nearby and he’s refused everything his brothers have tried to shove down his throat ― water, food, even medicine is turned away. They all might think he’s just being stubborn if not for the fact that he’s so clearly still sick. Regardless, they’ve stopped trying to offer since they know he isn’t going to take any of it.

As far as Karamatsu himself is concerned, if whatever sickness he’s got is going to kill him, he wishes it would hurry up and do so already. He doesn’t know how much more he can take. There’s an uncomfortable, cramping heat in his belly that’s constantly threatening to flip into something much worse. He’s been vomiting for a couple days now, on and off, like the rest of his brothers. Unlike them, however, it hasn’t gotten much better for him.

He tries so hard to be cool and unbothered. This is starting to worry him, though. How come everyone else is back to normal while he continues to struggle not to puke at the mere thought of plain rice?

For as much as Totty claims to hate germs, the youngest has been camping out next to the couch most of the morning, playing on his phone. It affords Karamatsu a view of the games Totty’s playing and the videos he’s watching; distractions as he tries to keep himself from tossing what little there is left to toss in his stomach. He isn’t sure whether or not Totty planned it that way, just that he’s grateful for something else to focus on other than the unbearable nausea.

“Heyyyy, Karamatsu-nii-san,” he suddenly speaks up, holding the phone closer to his miserable older brother’s line of sight. “What do you think of this pretty girl? Is her dress the right color for winter? It’s cute, but, I don’t know… I think maybe she would have looked better in blue…”

Now, Karamatsu isn’t sure what it is about the video clip Totty is showing him. It might be the bright lights in the background, or it might be the twirling motions the woman on the screen is making. Or, quite frankly, it might be nothing at all, since he feels so horrible.

But only a few seconds after he squints at the video clip, his stomach rebels against something. Although he wants to reply to his dearest younger brother, the second he parts his lips to give a clever retort, he feels his stomach clench. Saliva pools in his mouth, and he quickly raises a hand up to his face.

He swallows once. Twice. Three times. He tries to take a breath, in through his nose and out through his mouth like Choromatsu taught him. Nothing helps, because he ends up gagging anyway.

Immediately Totty yelps and launches himself away from the sofa. All the noise, particularly Karamatsu’s heaving, catches the attention of the rest of the sextuplets. Soon enough, someone has hurried over to hold the wastebasket beneath him, and someone else is using what feels like all their strength to help prop him over it so he doesn’t miss.

A brief glance up reveals that the one holding him is Jyushimatsu ― of course, he’s the most coordinated of them all ― and Choromatsu is playing trashcan jockey. Karamatsu’s head swims again, and that small motion is all that’s needed for his stomach to protest again. He retches a few times before whatever is left, which can’t be much at this point, splatters into the can.

“Totty!” he can hear Choromatsu scolding the youngest. “W-what the hell was that for?!”

“What was what for?!” Totty retorts. “I was trying to cheer him up! It’s not my fault!”

Ichimatsu snickers from his spot in the corner. “Che, so you made Shittymastu sick by trying to help. Sounds about right for you.”

“Excuse me?! You take that back or I’ll post that video of you being a drunk asshole online so everyone can laugh at my big, dumb brother!”

“HEY!” It’s Osomatsu who quiets the entire room with one sharp word. He’s knelt next to the couch, one hand trying to keep Karamatsu’s hair out of his face. “Would you guys all shut the fuck up? For God’s sakes, let the poor bastard puke in peace! The last thing he needs is to hear you douches arguing while he’s giving the trashcan a new coat of paint!”

For his part, Karamatsu appreciates his older brother standing up for him when he’s unable to do so himself. It’s just a little hard to convey that when his body is trying to bring up everything he’s eaten ever in his life.

It hurts, too. The sensation in his stomach is tight now, painful like there’s a knife stuck in his middle. Every gag makes a stabbing, all-over pain spiderweb through his whole body. As if he’s made of porcelain and something is repeatedly making cracks.

Finally he thinks it should be over, because nothing else is coming up. He shudders and heaves and it doesn’t produce anything other than an uncomfortable ache in his throat. Honesty, his entire body is aching now.

He lets out a few ragged breaths before slumping back onto the sofa, predictably pulled into a more-careful-than-usual Jyushimatsu hug. “It’s okay, Karamatsu-nii-san! I’ve got you!!”

“Aaah.” Karamatsu lifts his hand and places it, shaking, on his little brother’s head to praise him for a job well done. “Jyushimatsu… I’ll leave it to you… to tell my Karamatsu girls… I loved them…”

He hears Ichimatsu scoff. “You should be more worried that you were puking without puking than your nonexistent fangirls, you dumbass.”

“Yeah, that was weird,” Osomatsu agrees. “You heard that too, Ichimatsu?”

“Mhm. It almost made me want to hurl again.”

“Yeah… he should be better by now. I mean, we’re all fine. And he hasn’t been eating, so it’s not like there’s anything left in there. What’s his stupid body trying to throw up? His Goddamn kidneys?”

Karamatsu hears Choromatsu groan. “Oh, my God, you guys are disgusting!” When Karamatsu looks up, the third eldest is hovering over him with a concerned expression. “Ah… they… might be right, though. Karamatsu-nii-san… you’re just as sick as we all were at the beginning of this. It doesn’t seem like you’ve improved like we have. How… do you feel now? Any better since you threw up?”

He tries to laugh. It comes out sounding more like a sob, though. “N… no…” It feels like even too deep a breath will tip the scale on his nausea and cause another avalanche. “I’m… I’m dizzy… it still hurts.”

“A-ah, gosh…” Choromatsu’s hand sets lightly against Karamatsu’s cheek, then neck, and if his face is any indicator, he doesn’t like what he feels. “You’ve… still got a fever. And you’re sweating and lightheaded and… still throwing up. Shit.”

He moves his hand to gently card through his big brother’s hair as if trying to reassure him. “Karamatsu-nii-san… d-do you think you could make it to the doctor? If we helped you?”

That’s not an idea he enjoys entertaining. Having to get up off the couch, bundle up in a coat, ride the train… it sounds so exhausting. He’s already tired. But… if Choromatsu is even bringing it up, he must think it’s a better idea than Karamatsu continuing to try and recover on the couch.

He manages a nod. “Sure… sure, if you help me.”

“Great.” Choromatsu straightens up and heads for the door. “I’ll go call the office and see if they can get you an appointment today. If they can, I’ll go with you, and…” He surveys the rest of the room. “… I’d prefer at least onemore person go with us, just in case.”

“Yeah, I’ll go, no problem.” The eldest’s voice is one Karamatsu didn’t expect to hear, though maybe he should have. Osomatsu is still lingering on the floor next to him, taking the spot where Totty was, and, now that Karamatsu thinks about it, he can feel his older brother gently rubbing his shoulder. “… Do you think maybe we should try to force him to drink something, too? You can’t survive without water, right?”

Choromatsu sighs; not necessarily because it’s one more thing to add to the list, but it sounds like he’s just worried. He probably doesn’t want to force one of his brothers to do anything ― especially one of his big brothers, and especially when said big brother is already so sick. “I mean… yeah, it’s not good that he hasn’t had anything to drink today, and not much in the last few days. Throwing up so much is probably making him dehydrated… which, stupidly enough, can make him throw up more.”

Osomatsu hums in thought and gives Karamatsu’s shoulder a small squeeze to get his attention. “Hey, Karamatsu. Do you think you could handle some tea?”

“Really weak tea,” Choromatsu hurries to clarify. “You’re not supposed to drink anything too intense after throwing up.”

Karamatsu shuts his eyes in a desperate bid to avoid the worried, pleading faces of his brothers looking back at him. Just thinking about anything going into his body and sliding down his throat right now makes his stomach swirl viciously.

He feels Jyushimatsu hug him a little tighter, which doesn’t help matters. “Aww, please, Karamatsu-nii-san! You can drink some tea for your little brother, right? Riiiiight?”

A groan is what he gets in response, though the giggling suggests he isn’t too broken up about it.

His hair is brushed back, and stroked through a few times. “Well,” Osomatsu says softly, “how about for your big brother, then?”

After a moment of thought, Karamatsu lets out a whimper, leaning his head closer that way in an obvious attempt for more affection. “I… suppose I do only have one older brother, after all…”

He hears Choromatsu chuckle by the door. “Good, good. I’ll make some, then. We’ll try not to make you drink too much… and… I’ll call the doctor while I boil water for it. Hopefully they can fit you in. In the meantime, just, um… try to rest, alright?”

At the very least, he doesn’t have to tell Karamatsu twice. The second eldest relaxes, keeping his eyes shut. He hears Osomatsu quietly urge Jyushimatsu to switch positions, and he scoots himself up onto the couch. Somehow he manages to pull Karamatsu into his lap, letting his younger brother curl up against his stomach.

“Hey, there. It’s okay. Big brother’s gotcha, Kara.” A careful touch runs up and down Karamatsu’s back, bringing the slightest sense of relief. “Get some sleep.”

Then Osomatsu pauses, and with a laugh he adds, “Just… warn me if you’re gonna puke again, okay?”

[walkingdaryls]

the chosen one

pairing: loki x reader

request: hi i was wondering if you could write a fluffy loki imagine where maybe he’s like an ass to everyone but just kinda claims the reader as like his favorite person or something and honestly you don’t even have to stick to that i’d just love a fluffy loki if you could thank you!

warnings: some swearing, very fluffy

(gotta love fluffy loki. the best loki. also, this is a bit long so i’m sorry about that hehe)

The main thing you loved about the Avengers, your lovely teammates, was the fact that each one had something that set them a part from the rest. Bruce’s buzzing brain, Tony’s ego, Nat’s confidence, and so on. You adored every single one of them.

And what they adored about you was that you were always the “empathetic” Avenger. The one who believed in second changes. In never judging a book by its cover. And the one who believed people could genuinely change for the better. Now, everyone else was also fully aware of the fact that you could easily kick anyone’s ass with your powers or wit. Or both at the same time. But your welcoming, trusting personality definitely shined. Most of your teammates loved you for it, even if they teased you endlessly for being the nice one.

But what really threw your team off was the way you allowed Loki onto the team so easily with no doubts. Years after the incident in New York with the God of Mischief, Thor began asking for Loki’s acceptance into the Avengers. He claimed that even under his sarcasm and rolling eyes, he had changed for the better. The whole team was very hesitant, but after tons of psychological evaluations and close screenings, Loki was slowly turned into an Avenger. He’d aided on plenty of missions, proving himself to be good a bit more every time. But the team still wanted to suffocate him to death every once in a while.

Loki didn’t exactly like any of the Avengers, and he felt like none of them liked him either. But a job was a job.

The only exception was you. You’d been the only one throughout his time as an Avenger that never provoked him, or looked at him in a dirty way. Well, it wasn’t like you two even had conversations. You two simply minded your own business around each other. You never trashed him, so he left you alone. Simple as that. You were never one for hating on someone who was trying to change.

It wasn’t until one night after dinner, when Tony provoked an argument with Loki, that you finally had had enough.

“Someone tell me why we let him be an Avenger again. Please?” Tony said after Loki had dramatically left the room.

Clint sighed, “I’ve been saying, he’s too risky after what he did in New York.”

The others chimed in, and even Thor expressed reluctance about his brother. You couldn’t believe your ears. So you suddenly slammed your hands on the table, causing your friends’ head to snap towards you.

“Are you guys fucking kidding me? I wasn’t aware that we were gonna start contemplating kicking people off the team every time we talk back or start a stupid argument.”

Tony crossed his arms, “That’s not what we’re doing. And it is so much more than just the arguments. Loki-“

“No!” You exclaimed, “It isn’t fair to him! It’s not fair at all. How many of us have shitty pasts we’ve moved on from? How many of us have made stupid mistakes that we will probably regret for the rest of our lives? Most likely all of us. But do we give each other horrible looks every time we see each other? No! We forgive each other and ourselves. That’s the thing about us, Tony: we stick together no matter what.”

No one said anything, so you continued, “And I’m fully aware that Loki’s mistakes are probably far worse than anything we’ve ever done, but the message still stands. I mean, how many missions has he helped us on? The amount of close security and psych evaluations he’s been through just to be part of the team? It’s been years, for fucks sake. Yes, he can be a dick to some of you sometimes, but that’s just him. It’s no reason to continue to hate his guts. Do you guys remember the mission France like 5 months ago that almost went wrong? Loki saved my life. I was this close to being killed. If he hadn’t been there, I wouldn’t be here today with you guys. So I think we owe him some thanks. Especially me.”

You were heated by that point. Everyone continued to stay completely silent, so you stood up.

“I-I’m gonna head to bed now. Just wanted to let y’all know you’re being a bit hypocritical,” And you walked away, catching just a ghost of a smile on Nat’s face.

“Jesus, I think she’s heard one too many of Steve’s speeches,” Rhodey muttered, earning a shove from Steve himself.

But what you didn’t know while you walked away, was that Loki had been standing in the other room, hearing every word you’d just said.

—

Over a week passed since your monologue at the dinner table. No one really mentioned anything about it afterwards, which you were really grateful. All you got was a random pat on the back from Steve and him saying, “We’re all proud of you, kiddo.”

You made your way into the kitchen, which was currently being used by most of your team. 9am in the tower’s kitchen on days off were always pretty hectic. Wearing your usual workout outfit, you made your way towards the mug cabinet.

You were the only one on the team that avoided coffee at all costs. Tea was your go-to. The only other person like you in that aspect was Loki. He was the kind of person you’d caught making tea at 2 in the morning when he couldn’t sleep.

As you reached for the mugs, you realized your favorite one - a minnie mouse one you’d bought at Disney World years ago - was nowhere to be seen. You were pretty sure you’d just put it away last night after helping Tony with the dishes.

“Here.”

You turned around to see Loki, still in his forest green silk robe, holding out your well-loved mug in his hand. You could smell your usual green tea steaming out of the mug.

You stood in shock more a moment before snapping out of your thoughts and taking the mug from him carefully.

“Oh, thank you,” You smiled genuinely. You could feel Nat’s gaze on you a few feet away at the waffle-maker. In fact, a few of the team members’ eyes flickered towards your interaction. Loki’s face remained neutral as he went back to making his own cup of tea.

Thor, noticing this, yawned, “Brother, could you please pour me a cup of-“

“No,” Loki walked out of the room with his tea in one hand, and book in the other. Thor’s mouth slightly fell, glancing back from the cup of tea in your hands to Loki. Steve snorted from the stool next to Thor.

What the fuck just happened? You made your way towards the gym a few floors down with confusion on your face. But mostly warmth in your heart.

The next day, Loki had your green tea waiting for you in your favorite mug once again. And you didn’t hesitate to give him your signature smile and a sweet “thank you”, even if you were a bit taken aback.

And he continued to do this for the next few days. Every morning, without fail. Green tea. Minnie Mouse mug.

At this point, Nat definitely became more aware. She pulled you aside after a while with slightly mischief in her eyes.

“Are you two friends?” She asked genuinely.

“Nat, it’s just tea.”

“Yeah, except Loki’s never even bothered to do something like that with the rest of us. Never.”

You shrugged, “He isn’t Satan. He’s capable of nice things.”

Nat chucked, “Not like this. And it’s just with you. He practically begged you have you as a partner during our last mission.”

It was true, although you wouldn’t exactly say ‘beg’. But he had been pretty adamant on having you as his partner for the mission. He’d asked you kindly first before letting Tony know. In the moment, you hadn’t thought much of it. But looking back at it, you now realized how genuine his actions had been. And you two made a hell of a team that day.

“Maybe he heard your speech that other night,” She smirked, walking away before winking at you. You stood there dumbfounded with a slight redness growing in your cheeks.

That afternoon, with your work done for the day, you made your way towards the main living room with your current book in your hands.

Upon entering the room, you should see Loki’s figure on the couch. He was slightly bent over which only meant he was probably reading as well. You hesitated, but made your way over anyways.

“Is it okay if I read here, too?” You asked quietly. Loki glanced up at you, nodding softly.

“Of course.” Was all he said. You gave him a ghost of a smile before plopping down the the other couch a few feet away. His eyes promptly followed you as you turned to the page marked by your bookmark. You began reading calming, posing no threat to him, so he continued his reading too. Loki felt quite at peace with the sun setting, your soft breathing, and his favorite book in his lap. And the best part: the rest of the Avengers were nowhere to be seen.

“What are you reading?” Your voice sounded softly. Loki placed a finger to mark where he last read before glancing up at you. You feared he’d be pissed off for the interruption, so you continued.

“I mean, I’ve seen you carry that book around for a while now. And it’s all worn out...which usually means it’s a good book,” You chuckled.

Loki watched you carefully before smirking, “Indeed. It’s called Pride and Prejudice. I’ve been told it’s a classic amongst mortals. Have you read it?”

Your face suddenly lit up. Your book was suddenly set aside as you leaned forward excitedly. Loki, although he would never admit it out loud, loved the sparkle forming in your glorious eyes.

“Yes!” You said, “Oh, it’s one of my all time favorites. The movie, too.”

Loki quirked an eyebrow, “There’s a movie? Well, I’ll have to watch that once I’m done with reading it.”

“So you like the book?”

“...Yes. I’m about three-quarters done with it. I have to say, it is rather enjoyable.”

You leaned back against the couch, gazing dreamily at the ceiling, “I’m a sucker for those kinds of romance stories. And I like to think I’m quite like Elizabeth Bennet.”

Loki squinted, “I think so, too.” You lifted your head slightly, making eye contact with the raven-haired God. The soft gaze on his face seemed to mean well, so you allowed for your cheeks to grow a light shade of red.

“Well,” You smiled, looking down at your book, “Let’s get back to reading, yeah?”

Loki nodded, but made sure to keep his eyes on your for a few seconds longer before opening to his page once more.

—

Another couple week passed, and Tony decided to call a ‘very urgent team meeting that has nothing to do with actual team stuff’.

You entered the kitchen where the rest of your teammates were sitting or standing around, chattering amongst themselves. Tony was waiting until everyone arrived before sharing what he needed to say. You slid on a stool next to Nat.

Bucky and Bruce showed up a minute or so later, which meant practically everyone was there. You looked around for the only missing person: Loki. But before you could say anything, the familiar God walked in with Tony followed a few feet behind.

“Alright,” Tony clapper his hands, “Glad we’re all here.” He walked into the kitchen where he served himself some liquor before turning to the rest of you. You felt Loki come up behind you, before situating himself right next to you.

You looked up at him, smiling softly, “Hi.”

“Hello,” He spoke extremely lowly, yet his eyes brightened just a bit more. You felt even more tiny compared to him now that you were sitting and him standing.

“So...what’s this meeting for?” Bruce asked.

“Great question,” Tony said, “I have decided that after tireless back-to-back missions these past few days...we all deserve a treat. That’s why I booked a reservation to the fanciest restaurant within a twenty minute drive. It’s at 8, so I want all of us ready to leave by 7:40.”

“God, Tony you know I hate when you plan stuff like this last minute,” Bruce stressed.

Tony shrugged, “It’s not like any of you losers had plans. Now, go get ready. You’ve all got less than two hours.”

You sighed, “The fanciest place in the city? I hope you’re paying.” A few chuckles sounded from your teammates.

“I wasn’t joking,” You looked at Tony.

The genius rolled his eyes, “Obviously I’m paying. Now, go! All of you. Shoo. Jesus, you try to do a nice thing and people still ask questions-“

Everyone groaned, getting up from their spots and leaving to their rooms to get prepared for the big night. You sent Loki a sympathic glance before going to your floor. You knew he hated going out.

So that’s how you ended up wearing your nicest white, tight-fitting dress that ended a few inches above your knee. It had a long, thick golden embellishment traveling from the bottom to your top left shoulder. It was very classy. And paired with golden heels, you truly felt otherworldly.

You, Nat, and Wanda were all up in each other’s bedrooms, trying to decide each other’s hair and makeup. Wanda was especially skilled with eyeshadow looks for some reason. And Nat more with hair. Your two blessings, you called them.

You three joined the rest of the guys in front of tower, all piling in the long, iconic Stark limo. You definitely hadn’t missed the look Loki gave you as you walked past him to get into the vehicle. He didn’t say anything, so neither did you. You just sent him your signature smile.

Champagne was passed around once in the limo with flashing lights. You were squished between Thor and Loki, which wasn’t exactly a complaint. Thor was cracking jokes to you and calling you “my lady” the entire ride. It was a blast, and you hadn’t even arrived yet. Loki on the other hand, stayed quiet as a mouse. He only said “thank you” when you passed him a glass, and that was it.

Upon arriving, your breath was almost taken away at how fancy the restaurant truly was. Tony never disappointed. Your team’s reserved table had each seat labeled with each of your names on paper.

Nobody noticed, but Loki created an illusion to switch you and Bucky’s seats so you’d be sitting next to him.

Loki allowed you to slide into your chair first before sitting down next to you. He immediately reached for the menu. Seeing that there weren’t enough left for you, you silently read over his shoulder. Without saying anything, he slightly lowered the menu to give you a better look.

Hours passed, and the entire table had fallen a bit tipsy. You were stuffed with more than enough raviolis and champagne. You even accidentally hiccuped while trying to tell a story to the rest, but everyone teased you so much for it, you couldn’t even finish what you were going to say. But how could you be mad? You were having the funniest, and most lovely night of your life with your second family. The rest of the restaurant probably hated all of your guts for your loudness and endless laughter, but none of you cared.

“I’ll be back,” Loki had whispered from beside you. You turned your head, watching him walk away towards the restaurant’s balcony doors. You looked back at your team, seeing they were all occupied with themselves, and followed Loki.

Feeling the fresh breeze outside somehow made you and your bloating feel a bit better. You spotted the familiar dark-haired man gazing out at the buzzing city at the edge of the balcony.

You sucked in a breath before speaking, “May I join you?”

He looked back, “Of course.”

It was always of course, you thought.

Your heels clattered lightly on the tile floor as you made your way next to him. You didn’t know if it was the champagne in your system, but you found yourself standing extremely close, touching shoulders with Loki. But he didn’t make any efforts to move away.

“You seemed awfully quiet during dinner. Is everything okay?” You asked.

Loki looked at his hands, “Just not the ‘going out’ type, remember?” You nodded, looking back at the skyline.

“You know, Loki,” you said, “I never properly thanked you for saving my life back in France months ago.”

You’d had a couple slip ups in missions before, but the entire team remembered that traumatic mission in France extremely well. You truly had been on the verge of dying. So close. But Loki had gotten in there and saved your ass. And Loki remembered, too. But it hurt him too much to think back on it. He’d been so close to never seeing your bright smile, or your infectious giggles again.

“Y/N, I-“

The alcohol in your system didn’t stop you from rambling, “I know I’m late, like, months late, but I just wanted you to know. I am so thankful. I literally owe you my life-“

“You don’t owe me anything, Y/N, heavens,” Loki watched you with a concerned gaze.

You blushed, “Well, I needed to get it off my chest. So, thank you Loki.”

“Well, I couldn’t afford losing the only person on this team I can somewhat stand.”

Your eyes flickered to his, seeing him wear an amused smirk on his face.

“I’m-I’m your favorite Avenger?” You teased. The God rolled his eyes.

Your smile was making your cheeks burn, “FYI...you’re my favorite, too. Well, maybe next to Nat.”

Loki let out a small, breathy laugh. You joined in, making him stare at you once more. His stare was so intense, you didn’t know what to do except awkwardly stare back.

Loki wanted more. He yearned to hear your voice again. So that’s why he said the next thing without thinking.

“You look beautiful tonight. Well, every day, of course. I forgot to tell you when you walked of your room a couple of hours ago, so I’m letting you know now.”

You were so thankful it was dark out, for you just knew that the look on your face was embarassing. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“I think you’re beautiful, too,” You blurted. Loki gave you the softest gaze you’ve ever seen, so you couldn’t help but carefully place your hand on of top his.

Loki tenderly lifted your hand before pressing his lips to the tip of your fingers. All you could do was watch, breathless. He set your hand down before grabbing both sides of your face, and pressing another soft kiss, but to your forehead this time.

“That’s why we’re each other’s favorites,” He smiles cheekily at you.

You giggled, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Indeed.”

—

[fandomtrxsh19]

So, when I read ACOSF, I made kind of play by play notes as a listened to it( I read the audiobook) so.........here’s the chaos

HEAVY SPOILERS FOR ACOSF!!

CASSIAN SAID FUCK

WHOA there’s a LOT of swearing in this

“It’s SEVEN in the morning gods damn it” -nesta archeron

OVERSIZED SHIRTS FOR THE WIN

Feyre and Rhys have 5 houses? Not surprised...

full, inviting breasts......BIG BOOBS OMG CASSIAN YOU HORNY SON OF A BITCH

7 siphons to keep his magic under control? Dayum

So, she rode this unnamed male like a fucking roller coaster?

Depression sex? Depression sex

“Her father was ashes in the wind” DAMN THATS EDGY

“A moment of release among the darkness inside her” NESTA BBY THIS ISNT HEATHY

“She avoided both of them” not surprised

OOOOH RHYS HATES HER TEA IS BEING SPILT

So, depression sex and depression alcohol? Yup

*checks chapter count* 80 CHAPTERS??!?! Oh shit this is gonna be a triiiip

OOOOOOOOO RHYS AND NESTA BEEF

Feyre trying to apologize to nesta........she’s trying

“You’re done, Nesta” The fuuuuuck.....

So, nesta’s moving and training with cassian...........Feyre, this isn’t a good idea omg

Feyre holy shit what the fuck are you doing, you TOTAL HELICOPTER SISTER?

“I never want to speak to you again!” damn

ELAIN TRAUMA!!! Yay???

MOR FOCUSED CHAPTER!!!?

she has brown eyes? Ok

FUCK SHES WEARING A BLUE DRESS FUCK

nesta knows about mor NESTA KNOWS ABOUT MOR!!!

“I am worthless and I am nothing. I hate what I am.” DAYUM I’ve been in that exact mindset numerous times. I can relate, Nesta

Briallen? Who the fuck is that?

Scars being trapped in magic? Good fuck that’s dark

“Ooh a dark skin character? Lit

OH SHIT SHE CANT FLY HER WINGS ARE CLIPPED

Is her name Emery?

“I am the monster your fear” BBY OMG GET THERAPY

Gwyn? Seems a bit aloof

“Two gentle conversations” GOOD JOB

Fairy lights omg lol

Nesta reading smutty books.....I’m imagining this omg

THE HOUSE IS ALIVE? Sweet

OMG ELAIN SHIT!!!! BBY

“All she wanted to do was touch him” OOOOOHHHHH NESSIAN

“All I need is a hot meal and a good book.” Mood

Nesta’s worried about Mor??? REEEEEEE

“Nesta needed Feyre more than she realized.“ OOOOOOO

OOOOOOOOO FAE BARGANS

They’re bound by magic on the body?? Ooh

IT’S TRAINING TIME BITCHES

“I don’t hate you too,Cassian” OMGGGGGG REEEEE

Nesta SMILED

THEY MENTIONED VALKYRIES!!!!!

“You might be my only friend.” HMMMMMMM

*hears how cassian was born * OMG HOLY SHIT CASSIAN

*hears cassians backstory* DAMN THESE CHARACTERS NEED THERAPY

OOP SLIGHT DEPRESSION SEX

OOP CLOTHING REMOVAL

“I’ve loved you since the first moment I held you in my arms.” HMMMMMMMM

I’m loving this Nessian sparring training.

ELAIN! SHES IN THE STORY KIND OF

Elain has small boobs........same

“I thought I would drop by to see how you were doing.” AWWWWWWWWW

Yayy.....awkward sister talks........

“She was the monster.” Nesta.............I can relate.

Nesta’s angry at Elain.............

Elain’s trying to reach out and Nesta’s denying it.

MY HEART

AGAIN...THE👏RA👏PY👏

“No more seeing her sisters without her permisson.” That’s smart.

Soooooooooo......Rhys is now a German Shepard.........?

OMG CASSIAN KILLED EVERYONE THAT HELPED KILL HIS MOM........good for him

“Use that training and make me.” OOOOOOOMGGGGGG

Rhys is overprotective of Feyre and shields her......daaaaaaaaaaaaamn

“What exactly happened in the cauldron?” FEYRE BAD IDEA BAD IDEA BAD IDEA

Again, Nesta, ✨THERAPY✨

Put a stop to what, D-does the IC know of the ✨depression smut?✨

“There was touching, but with her permission” WE 👏STAN 👏A KING👏

THAT ASKS👏FOR👏CON👏SENT👏

“Who do you think I am?” “A drunk fool who’s wasting my time?” OOOOOOOHHHHH SHOOTS FIRED!!!

Emery and Nesta to Emery’s cousin: GO HOME YOUR DRUNK ASSHOLE

*hears Nesta’s grand✨mama✨* me: grandmama, it’s me....ANASTASIA

Bruh...NESTA BIT CASS’S EAR

ugh the tool

“Baby making” hehe lol

“Nesta like gwyn”...............could she also be biiiiiiiii??????????!!!!!! YAY FIRST FRIEND IM PROUD OF YOUUUUU

NESTA SMILES AGAIN YAY!!

Alright, Meryl is BITCH

GWYN’S A QUARTER NYMPH?? Cool

“She’s failed everything.” BBY

HER POWERS? HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT SILVER FLAMES

ICY FIRE??? FUUUUUUUUUCK

Nesta must’ve been petrified being surrounded by fire

It’s a dream? THE FUCK

WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT SHE WAS DREAMING????

Cassian saw HER TRAUMA?????? FUUUUUUCK

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HER POWER IS DEAAAAATHH FUUUUUUCK

THE BABY HAS WIIIIINGS!!!!!!

Why is Rhys angry about the wing thing?

Ohhhhhhhhhh shiiiiiiiiiit the tool

*hearing the possibilities of half Illyrian baby* OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH FUUUUUCK OMG

“I loved it when you fucked my mouth cassian?” GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH NEEESTAAAAA THIS ISNT HEALTHY

“What could go wrong?” DONT JINX IT

fairy monsters? OHOHOHOOOO

NONONONOOOOOO NOT AN ASH ARROW

BLACK EYES???? Fuck fuck are they in the cauldron?

OMG THE KELPIE IS DOING SHIT TO NESTA!!! Are they on the cauldron?

the MAAAAAAASK

ohOOOOOOOMGOMGOMGOMG SHE SUMMONED THE FUCKING DEAD REEEEEEEEEEE

Omg NESTAS POWERS ARE SO FUCKING COOL

She LITERALLY HAS AN UNDEAD ARMYYYYY

death HERself........badass

“Because you and cassian has been giving each other sultry looks all morning” SHE KNOWS

“For the first time in her life, she finally felt good in her own skin.” GROWTH

Omg Nesta created a swooooord!!!!! Cool

ITS INFUSED WITH MAGIC??? HELL YEAH

“I can’t lie to her!” SIIIIIIIMP

“I’d be careful when fucking her.” Oh amren

FUUUUUUCK FUCK BOOOOOOOOO TAMLIN

“You will not touch us.” YES TELL HIM

“I can’t believe Feyre ever loved tamlin.” ME TOO

“Elain saw everything Nesta did.” Daaaaaaaaamn

OOOOOOOO NESTAS PIIIIIIIISSED

OOOOOOOOOOO SECRETS FEYRE’S PIIIIIIISED

Nesta messed up and I think she realizes that

Rhys is pissed now and wants to kill Nesta....SHIIIIIIIT

Nesta: heads for a tavern me: NONONONONO GODS DAMN IT YOU’VE COME SO FAR

“I will fight for him. For us. Until I can’t anymore.” FEYRE IS GONNA BE A GREAT MOM

“Wishing to disappear into nothing.” I’ve been there.

“Cassian knew Nesta hated herself, but didn’t know how sometimes she wanted to unexist.” I RELATE TO THAT SHIT

“She had been born wrong.” AWWWWW BBY SHIIIIIT

“Was she worth being counted?” I CAN RELATE

*hearing Nesta blaming herself for her fathers death and for the horrible things she’s done, saying she can’t fix it* SHIT IM CRYING (I’m not joking)

“ I deserve nothing.” I CAN RELATE BITCH IM ACTUALLY CRYING

*hears Cassian calmly reassuring and comforting her* AWWWWW I NEED THIS QUOTE

CASSIAN CARES SO MUCH FOR HER I LOVE THIS

(I really needed that cassian talk. I literally wrote most of the quote down just in case. Thank you SJM)

EMERY CAN SENSE THE SEX HOLY SHIT

“After he’d fucked her with her fingers...” O NONONONOOO

*skips to chapter 52*

Lanthis??? Who the fuck is that?

“Gwyn and Emery are my friends” SHES GROWN SO MUCH!!!

26 dimensions? OH THIS IS SOME DOCTOR STRANGE SHIT

IT CANT BE KILLED

cassian and Nesta really went *yeet* .......... I’m sorry

THE SWORDS NAME IS ADORAXIA!!!!!!!!!!!sounds like a dnd character IDEAS

OHOHOHOOOOO BLACK THRONE AND A CROWN DEATH QUEEN NESTA WITH HER HAIR DOOOOOOWN

Rhys vs Cassian standoff *western duel music starts*

NESTA APOLOGIZED FOR EARLIER IM SO PROUD

Did Elain have a vision? DID SHE???

“I want you to seduce him.” NESTA THE HIDDEN BARD ROLL FOR PERSUASION

Mor teaching Nesta the waltz? NESTA AND MOR CAN NOT HATE EACH OTHER

Are they back at their childhood home? Because oooooooooooof ✨ childhood trauma✨

MOR AND NESTA HAVING A CONVERSATION YAY!!!!! (This’ll make rping them so maybe easier)

“We’re in a book!” Holy shit they know. HIDE THE FANFICTION

The relationship between Nesta, Emery, and Gwyn is so wholesome

“Oh FUCK you” .... NESTA

“I was just checking on dessert” MOOD

MOR AND NESTA ARE HAVING A FRIENDLY CONVERSATION

I sense tension between amren and Nesta

ERIS WANTS NESTA????

“I’m not with you.” Lier

A SNOWBALL FIGHT WITH THE BATBOIS??? Holy shit they do have one(1) brain cell

A sleepover with Emery, Nesta, and Gwyn? SIGN ME UP

“Do it for the miniature Pegasus!” INSIDE JOKES

OOOOHHH i see the gwynriel ship

Wait....HER POWERS MADE THE HOUSE BE ALIVE??? Sweet

Alright 2 months til FEYSAND baby

The mating bond between cassian and Nesta?????.............

“Say it, SAY IT” GODS DAMN IT NESTA SAY THE FUCKING THING

So, Nesta’s afraid she’s gonna loose her humanity?

EMERIE NESTA AND GWYN ARE IN THE BLOODRITE? Fuuuuuuuuuck

OH NO EMERIE!!!!!!

“High Fae bitch” PUT THAT ON A SHIRT

OMG OMG OMG HELL YES VALKRIES

oh Cassian you restless bastard you

*hears Emerie’s backstory and their heart to heart* AWWWWWW I LOVE THEM

“The morrigan.” The fuck Eris?

“She’d hit the archway of stone” OOOOOOOOOOF

“For being my friends when I didn’t deserve it.” AWWWWWWWWWW

What about Feyre’s pregnancy???? Hewwo?

“Lord of bastards” heh true that’s cassian alright

Wait, OTHER set of wings

CASSIAN!!!!!!!!!!

“Now, I’m going to slit your little throat.” FUUUUUUUUCK NONONONOOOOO THIS ISNT CASS FUUUUCK

What’s the trove?

NONONONONOOOO WHYD HE GET STABBED SHIT HE GOT STABBED

Nesta’s pissed.....MAGIC TIME

wait wait wait wait wait HES NOT STABBED HELL YEAH!!!!

“You are my mate, Cassian.” ITS ABOUT FUCKING TIME

Nessian: kissing when the world is in ruin

“She started bleeding hours ago. “ BABY TIME???

*hears the blood and feyre’s appearance*!FUUUUUUUUUCK

So, no C section? OOOOOOH SHIT THEYRE DOING IT

IM SCARED IM SCARED IM SCARED

“Silent babe?” Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit

Nesta Nesta Nesta What the fuck are you doing???????? FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

SHE HAS ALL 3! ONONONOOOOOFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOSHE PLUCKED IT FUCK

SHE STOPPED TIME?????????

WHOS the female voice?

“ I love you, Feyre” SHE DID IT IM SO PROUD!!!!!

What is she doing what is she doing what is she doiiiiingggg?

GIVE WHAT BACK?????

WHAAAAAT? A BARGAIN WITH THE FUCKING CAULDRON???

feyres alive? FEYRE’S ALIVE!!!!!!!

NESTA THE MVP!!!!

*the sister hug* AWWWWWWWWWWW

AWWWWWW I LOVE THE NAME NYX!!!!

How much did the Cauldron take from Nesta, tho?

FEYSAND IS BEST PARENTS

Alright, I want to see LOADS OF WHOLESOME FANFICS AND FANART ABOUT DOMESTIC IC AND ELAIN AND NESTA GOT IT?

[c-c-cherry]

What's the most embarrassing thing each of the Bucci gang has done/has had happen to them?

Ok I took WAY too long on this but I loved this question so much and it was so fun coming up with these. Special thanks to my girl @jjadegreen for helping me!!

**This isn’t NSFW but I’d say its teen and up just because of some of the stuff talked about hehe**

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Mista

-Pre-canon Mista was a bit sick one night so Bruno made him stay home while they all went on this one mission

-So naturally he’s like “HELL YEAH HOME ALONE”

-Bruno forgets his wallet and had to come back a little while later to get it and walks in on him wearing the following:

One of Abbacchio’s signature goth dress robe thing

Like 12 of Bruno’s barrettes all sticking to the top of his head

Fugo’s tie

Narancia’s bandana

All while BLASTING K-Pop at full volume in the living room. And our man is INTO IT. This isn’t just some radio coincidence shit, he was SCREAMING the lyrics. He owns the CDs.

-Bucciarati LOSES IT. Mista has never been so mortified in his life and Bruno has never laughed so hard in his life.

-He promises not to tell the rest of the gang but tells him it’s officially blackmail material

-They never speak of it again but at Christmas Mista opens Bruno’s gift and it's a brand new K-pop CD and everyone thinks its just a gag gift but like

-He definitely listens to it later alone in his room

Bucciarati

Bruno Bucciarati does not get drunk for two main reasons:

He blacks out every time

He’s an absolute lightweight

-The last time Bruno got absolutely piss drunk, he was with Abbacchio and it wasn’t even funny. It was just surreal because Bucciarati never lets himself go to such an extent

-For whatever reason Bruno is like “hey I never drink we should go to the bar or something” after a successful mission

-Even though the legal age of drinking is technically 16 in Italy they leave “the kids” home to watch mean girls or some shit

-Mista tags along too because he’s worried Bruno will get drunk and spill about the unfortunate “K-pop incident”

-My man Bruno drank like two beers and was immediately GONE like he got up and got lost in the bar after way too many drinks and ran into a drag Queen with Abbacchio’s hair

-Said drag queen became Bruno Bucciarati’s new drinking buddy

-He stumbles over to the karaoke contest and gets onstage and grabs the shitty bar mic and screams “THIS GOES OUT TO LEONE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MWUA TWO YEARS HONEY~” and Mista is just like 👁👄👁

-Because uhhh they have literally been together for two years but everyone in the gang just thinks its a weird on/off thing because they never talk about it

-He sings dancing queen because its by ABBA and both Leone and Mista are fucking screaming with laughter and Abbacchio is filming the entire goddamn thing

-He buys the entire bar drinks they all love him so much

-Afterwards Leone tries to get them home so he leaves them outside while he takes a piss and when he walks back out THEY ARE GONE.

-Mista thought it would be a perfect time for them to get tattoos because his fucking capo is drunk off his ass and there is no better time

-Mista gets these two giant smoking guns on his back and his ass is in SO MUCH PAIN afterward that he leaves Bruno alone while he’s picking out his tattoo to get ice cream

-When he comes back Bruno has a tattoo ON HIS LEFT FOOT THAT SAYS “Never don’t give up.” The tattoo people tried to correct him but he insisted

-Abba finds them and is just like “jesus god” and takes them all to a hotel because there is no way in hell he’s taking them back home like this

-The next morning Bruno remembers absolutely NOTHING and as the gang admires Mista’s giant tattoo they ask if Bruno got one too and he’s like “god no I’m not that irresponsible”

-As soon as they’re alone Abba’s like “you got one on the bottom of your foot” and you can just see the moment Bucciarati’s soul leaves his body

Fugo

-Ok so if y’all didn’t know Fugo literally canonically wears a thong

-This isn’t sexualizing him (also I am indeed a minor don’t harass me) it's just a fact of life. You do you Fugo.

-So he sneaks out of the house once in a while and goes shopping for them cause our man’s gotta live, you know?

-He pops in the underwear store one day and you wanna know who he fucking passes by in the lingerie section?

-Bruno fucking Bucciarati.

-Which isn’t exactly a surprise considering he’s wearing visible lingerie in his tiddy window outfit but like

-That’s like running into your dad at femboy hooters

-Much to his dismay, the man spots him immediately and there’s just this...awkward silence as Fugo is holding this shopping basket of underwear and Bruno is holding the raunchiest piece of clothing he’s ever seen in his life

-They never talk about it again. Fugo finds a different store.

Abbacchio

-The most mortifying moment Abbacchio can live to remember is the first time he told Bucciarati that he loved him

-Pre-canon, our man is NOT having a vibing time

-He gets absolutely wasted with while Bruno’s at his apartment

-He’s the most miserable drunk, so he’s just fucking sobbing and Bucci is sitting there trying to console him and Abbacchio just looks up at him with tears streaking down his face and says “I’m in love with you” and the look on Bruno’s face just makes him feel even more miserable

-The entire night he keeps blubbering about how much he loves him and how much he means to him and how beautiful he is and the entire time Bruno is doing that thing where he tries to cover his face with his hand because our man is mega FLUSTERED up in here

-When he wakes up he remembers EVERYTHING and he wished he didn’t because then maybe he would be able to say that he didn’t mean it

-Bruno is surprisingly just like “Did you really mean it?” and he can’t lie so he just tells the truth and he’s just nonchalantly like “me too”

-Bruno thinks it’ll be a nice wedding story and Abbacchio no longer wants to live on this planet

Narancia

-Mista and Narancia are vibing in the living room one night and Nara tells Mista to grab his gameboy from upstairs

-He says its under his pillow (or else Bruno will take it away every night hehe)

-But you wanna know what else is under Narancia’s pillow? His Diary. No, it’s not a journal or just a blank book, Mista finds a book titled DIARY.

-And the shit in there is priceless.

“Bucciarati is sooo cool. I tried cutting my hair like his, but it didn’t really work. I think I gotta wear this hat for the next couple weeks. Shit. Fuck. If someone takes it off, I’m so fucked.”

“I clogged up the toilet yesterday and was too scared to tell Abba, so I just flushed it again but then the water wouldn’t stop flooding everywhere so I used Aerosmith to explode the toilet and told Abba that it was a stand attack. He believed me. If ANYONE ever finds out, I’m dead.”

“HOLY SHIT. I swallowed a tide pod yesterday and freaked out so I made Giorno turn it into a grape in my stomach with his stand. I almost DIED. But I didn’t so I’m over it. If Giorno ever tells anyone, I’ll kill him.”

-Narancia realizes about ten minutes after Mista left that HOLY SHIT HIS DIARY

-he finds Mista three quarters way through it and gives him $50 not to tell anyone about it.

-The shame never leaves, though

Trish

-Jade gave me a cute headcanon that Trish’s mom was still only teaching her how to properly put on makeup before she died (it's not like there was youtube or anything to teach her either) so our girl Trish only knows the basics

-She puts on lip gloss and blush and mascara and stuff but she’s never even TOUCHED eyeliner and rarely puts on eyeshadow. She doesn’t even wear concealer most of the time (she honestly doesn’t even need to, her skin is baby soft smooth)

-So long story short she kind of misses her mom and remembers how her mom was going to teach her a smokey eye before she died and is determined to teach it to herself now

-So she pulls a little heist and snatches some of Abbacchio’s makeup while they’re all out doing stuff

-She was not prepared for how heavy this shit was. She was used to the lighter, more natural stuff but Abba’s makeup is EXTREME.

-All of his stuff is waterproof so it doesn’t wash off while he’s crying at 3am and it’s just this—dark, heavy stuff.

-She actually hasn’t used a thick, real tube of lipstick before, only those little gloss tubes with the stick because she has smaller lips so when she crouches over with a small makeup mirror in fear of anyone somehow walking in on her and smears Abbacchio’s thick, dark purple lipstick on her lips, she knew she was absolutely fucked. She has no idea how to do this shit, especially not with dark, heavy goth makeup

-The smokey eye does not work. It’s just smeared eyeshadow EVERYWHERE, it looks like she has two giant, awful, black eyes and her first attempt at eyeliner was just—unspeakably horrible

-She has no idea where to start so she just puts on way too much of absolutely everything and immediately regrets it the moment she looks at herself in the bathroom mirror

-Abba comes home early and immediately realizes that some of his makeup is gone and he knows it has to be Trish

-He walks upstairs to confront her but just hears loud, ugly sobbing coming from her room and bursts in only to find her desperately trying to wipe off layers of caked-on water-proof makeup and absolutely failing

-The two of them spend all night taking it off all while Trish is still crying teary apologies to him

-To add in some wholesome Dadbacchio, he teaches her how to properly put everything on the next day <3

Giorno

-Some people forget that as a 15 year old, Giorno sometimes has absolutely no impulse control

-So when Polnareff tells him that he’s the spitting image of his evil, murderous, vampire dad he’s immediately like “haha well I’m gonna go dye my hair now”

-Everyone had something to do that day/night so Giorno waltzes over to the nearest drug store and grabs one of those at-home dying kits (he got dark green cause he thought it would look cool with his new outfit)

-He gets home and has absolutely no idea what he’s doing so he just thinks it’ll work out somehow

-Soooo yeah he does NOT put it in properly at all, he just kind of takes the shit and slathers it all over his hair and doesn’t do his roots and doesn’t put it up and leaves it dripping down his back and stuff and his stupid ass FALLS ASLEEP with the hair dye in

-He wakes up and the sheets are this really awful light green colour but he doesn’t pay any mind to it

-He looks in the mirror and from the front it actually looks good and he gets all excited and decides to wash it out

-When he gets out of the shower it’s this awful disgusting light light ugly green and he almost cries. Almost.

-It looks like someone dunked him in that Nickelodeon slime and he looks at the package and it says the dye will stay in for at least 3 weeks and there aRE TEARY EYES

-He spends the next hour in the shower trying to wash it out. It does not wash out.

-Utterly defeated with his hair matted and donuts practically falling apart, he stumbles over to his room and tries to wash the sheets covered in slime-coloured hair dye which *surprise!!!* doesn’t wash out either!

-He must dispose of the evidence, but of COURSE they’re out of garbage bags so he shoves all the dye kit stuff and the sheets into a mafia body bag and chucks it by the garbage can outside without a single thought

-Which he SHOULD have had a single thought about it, because when they get home and Narancia spots the body bag he’s like “holy shit guys I think Giorno killed someone while we were out”

-So they all panically pop into the house and cautiously try to find Giorno. Fugo finally finds him pacing around his room in the dark and when he flicks on the lights HO-LY SHIT.

-Fugo obviously bursts out into laughter and Bruno books it up the stairs and also starts cackling and Narancia is like “OH MY GOD YOU KILLED SOMEONE LOOKING LIKE THAT?!” and Giorno has to explain to them that the body bag is filled with stained bedsheets (much to his embarrassment)

-Abbacchio takes so many pictures and Giorno is having a nervous breakdown because he cannot live with his hair looking like this

-Bruno makes Abba fix it the next morning and he loves every second of Giorno’s mortification

-The pictures Abbacchio took of that night are framed next to the pictures of Bruno’s wasted karaoke night in his room

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Thank you for the ask, anon!! I’m absolutely exhausted now haha so I’ll scroll through the rest of the asks when I wake up!!

[spvps]

Potato Recipe

If you’re reading this and you found this untagged, you’ve seen enough of my blog to reach a Hidden Easter Egg! hehe. Thank you for looking! I really appreciate it :3 Now, this is not just A potato recipe. This is THE potato recipe. I have experimented... With family secrets... With friendly advice. I have created it. The recipe that’ll keep you coming back for more with all the other hoes at the PTA meeting being like “What the fuck did you put on these” I’ll Tell you. Mother Fucking Garlic Butter. But we’re not gonna be conservative with this and we’re not gonna mash it in either. This is Different. First, preheat your oven to 180 degrees Celsius. I dunno what that is in fahrenheit but she’ll be right champ. Put a lightly oiled (Or if you want to be the real bees knees. Make garlic butter and baste that shit in the entire bottom. You’ll thank me later. If you like garlic of course. Maybe don’t make this if you’re like allergic to garlic?? skjdfhdskjhf) Anyway. Once the baking tin is lubed, put that shit back in the oven and turn on the stove. Use your favourite element. Preferrably Fire, for cooking. You can’t cook with earthksdjfhs ok anyway You smack that element up on high heat, and fill a pot with water. It doesn’t matter if the water’s warm or cold or not but the fam does it cold so thats whati use. Peel and cut as many potatoes that will fit in the pot, or however many you feel like. I find that cutting them in half across the middle, and then each half into quarters makes my ideal crisp to stuffing ratio. But we’re not gonna stop there. Boil those bitches to the boil. Lid on. Hell yeah. Once they’re at a pretty steady rolling boil, turn the heat completely off, and leave them to cook for a couple of minutes. ~2. THEN and here is the secret. Drain the fucking water, but keep em in the pot. Add a generous amount of Salt and Pepper, enough to cover the outside of every potato. Gotta season em. And here’s the secret. Semolina powder. You should be able to find it in a supermarket or specialty shop. It’s an ingredient in some pastas it’s just a type of italian grain. Take like a half teaspoon/teaspoon of that, sprinkle it around with the salt and pepper, then put the lid back on the pot they’re all in. Hold it steady, and SMASH THEM AROUND IN THERE. REALLY JUST SHAKE IT UP LIKE ITS A FUCKED UP LITTLE METAL MARACCA, AND YOU’RE A MARIACHI GUY WHO’S ON NO SLEEP, NO PAY, AND WHOS PLAYING NEXT TO THE GUITAR GUY WHOS FUCKING YOUR WIFE AND YOU KNOW THAT BUT HE DOESNT KNOW KNOW THAT YOU KNOW THAT AND now that you’ve indulged in that fantasy, you should have shaken them for enough time, and with enough rigor, to be able to create a sort of puffy edge to the taties, as well as dispersing the seasonings. Excellent work! I’m proud of you ::3 After that, carefully remove the baking dish you’ve pre-prepared. Please don’t burn yourself! I care about you, kindly internet person. Not only for reading my blog, but for reading this mess! I didn’t even list the ingredients up the top! What am I some kind of 15th century manuscript writer? hehe. So just dump the potatoes in there, if you want to be extra fancy give them a light dusting of the garlic butter, but it probably won’t be very wieldy yet, so it’s fine to skip that step. Now just pop em back in the oven, and after 20-30 minutes of baking, give them all a flip and pop em back in again. After another 20-30 minutes, they should have done cooking. But weary traveller, do not imagine they are Ready. Take the baking dish out, and whilst they’re all beautiful and crispy and craggly and golden, Spread. the Butter. A Lot of Garlic Butter. On all surfaces of each potato, with each being christened like you’re anointing them to be the next monarch. They’re fine on their own, but go great with others. Just like extroverts hskjdf Serve with extra garlic butter, a sprinkling of herbs, or just by themselves. And I assure you, anyone who tries them will be like “what the fuck did you put on these” hehe. Alternatively you could baste them in butter after they’ve come out of the pot, but pre-cooking. It doesn’t really do a whole lot though imo but. There you go! Ok thank you for reading godspeed

[anabe23bookwormstuff]

Hiding  (Note: If anyone knows how to activate the read more option please tell me hehe, I feel guilty that my stories might show up to people who don’t care at all about this but still have to scroll all the way just to get rid of it, thank you.)

Ben and Rey had gone back to the base and then out again a couple of times now, Poe was getting better at being the general and he and Finn were excellent at dividing the job.

Slowly the planets were going back to normal and things were getting better around the galaxy, except for a few places and some people, including Chewie and other people at the base who just couldn't stand Ben yet.

"Give it time" Rey said rubbing Ben's arm as the both leaned their heads on a concrete wall far from where a group of people ate.

"I'm just tired of continuously having to prove people here that I'm not the same... I- I've really tried Rey" he played with her hand to avoid looking her in the eye, trying to poorly conceal what he was feeling, but Rey could feel his emotions through their bond.

"Maybe, I don't know, if you help out Poe or something..." Rey sighed because she also didn't know how to proove people that Ben wasn't Kylo and that he didn't want to rule over people with fear anymore. The fact that many people kept suggesting that she and Ben should rule the galaxy because they were doing such a good job at bringing the balance back wasn't helping either. Some people still feared that this was all a plan of Kylo to get back the galaxy... and they were too scared.

"I'm gonna try to talk to them, child" Someone's voice said in front of them. They both straightened but didn't let go of their hands.

"Maz" Ben greets her, a little surprised that she was listening to their conversation.

"You little Solo, be patient" she patted his arm lovingly and smiled at Rey, then walked away leaving them alone again.

Ben sighed but smiled a little.

"Little Solo..." he murmured making Rey smile.

They both knew it had been a long time since Ben was little which only added to him feeling like maybe it was late for him to show people that he wasn't bad.

"Stop" Rey said.

"It's not fair okay? Let's jut let it go for now. Do you want to train or something? we still have time before we go and meet with Poe and the others" Rey offered taking her new lightsaber from the waist of her pants and tilted her face tentatively.

"Okay" He followed her on their way outside the camp, so the incident they had a month ago wouldn't repeat itself.

Ben got distracted with the memory of him and Rey apologizing again and again with Kayleen for accidentaly slicing her food tray and her backpack, Rey tried to warn him but it was too late when he collapsed onto someone or something... it felt hairy.

He only recognized Chewbacca after he screamed.

"I'm sorry let me help you" Ben said bending down to pick up the things that had scattered on the ground after bumping into him.

Chewie argued and pushed Ben away.

"Sorry" he murmured again watching Chewie walking fast out of there.

"He will change his mind soon" Rey tried to say to make Ben feel better.

"He's right. I've done enough, at least enough harm" Ben felt a sting of pain when the hurt Wookie shouted at him those words, because he knew he was talking about killing his father.

He didn't let Rey touch him and instead walked back to his quarters, the idea of playing around with their lightsabers wasn't fun anymore.

Rey kicked a rock away and then decided to go and look for Maz.

She found her discussing with Poe and feared that maybe the gattering had already started but Poe calmed her down.

"You still have thirty minutes to do as you wish before we meet here" He told her nudging her a little.

"Okay, can I steal Maz from you for a moment then?"

"Sure" Maz walked away with Rey until she turned back and called for Poe's attention.

"Yeah?"

"Do you hate Ben?" the question took Poe by surprise, he was certainly not expecting it. He pondered about the question. Ben Solo was... a little intimading at times, just because he carried a lot of confidence and control everywhere, not in a bad way but in a good one, he was Han and Leia's son after all. Ben... it was weird thinking about him ever being Kylo Ren before but honestly his behaviour was nothing like it. Since he came to the base back with Rey he hadn't been nothing but kind and patient.

Hell, even when some people threw things at him the moment he stepped into the resistance he didn't fight back, and didn't complain when the medical aid refused to take care of him, only thanking Rey when she convinced them to help him.

He wouldn't say that they were friends to be exact... but he wouldn't say there were enemies anymore or that he found his company annoying.

"I don't hate him, we're not the best friends but... I think he's okay" Poe shrugged apologetically not knowing if that was the answer she was waiting for.

"And how did you realize that you didn't hate him, more exactly when did you noticed that Ben wasn't the same as Kylo Ren?" What was with Rey and all her weird questions?...

"I guess I just... notice it a little bit more everyday. He's different from the person who once wanted to rule the galaxy and break everyone and everything that got in his way, I don't know Rey" she nodded and then walked back to Maz.

"Did he gave you the answer you were hoping for?" she asked.

"Not really, but it's still useful"

"You want to help him" Maz wasn't asking, she was stating the obvious.

"I just don't want him to feel bad, and I really want people to trust him" she sigged.

"Well you can't just force people to like someone, it has to be a decision made by everyone, in their hearts."

"I know... but he really has been so patient, and so good..." she looked into the distance with a sad smile on her face, thinking of all the ways Ben was so different from Kylo.

"Rey, this is part of his destinity too. Another thing he'll have to endure and come out successfully, I hope, but you can't accelerate that process. For example, the time it took you to feel better about Han's death, was not the same it took Chewie, it still isn't. It wouldn't be correct to force them to change their minds dear."

"I guess you're right... Still I'll try to help Ben staying positive. And if you could talk to Chewie... just once, it would mean a lot to him. I notice... how it pains him. He can take the hate from strangers but from Chewie, it's too much and he feels so much despair." Rey felt her heart clenching on her chest, a reflex of what Ben's heart felt like when Chewie shouted those words at him.

It was what she'll imagine she would've felt if she had gone on her quest to exegol without Leia's blessing, or the time she stabbed Kylo, or when she found out what happened to her parents.

"Your mind is racing Rey, I promise to try okay? Now rest a little before the meeting starts.

She thanked Maz and decided to take a walk around to come back later.

The truth was that she wasn't really in the mood for Poe to order her to go to another planet and solve lots of problems, being honest Rey wanted to rest. Maybe for a week? That would be nice, she thought.

She sat at the edge of a stone looking at the trees and flowers around her, there was a very small stream of water going around and she let her thoughts go, focusing only on the path the water followed.

She sighed and wished Luke or Leia were there to guide her. She wanted to help, yes. If the people thought she should rule the galaxy then maybe she'll end up doing it but... was that what she really wanted?

Before she could torture herself more with her questions the calling for the meeting rang on her ears. She took a deep breath and headed back, when she got there she noticed Ben wasn't there.

A few moments later he arrived and joined the group of people around Finn and Poe and a big map of the galaxy.

"First of all thanks for being here" Poe started.

"Recently things are going better in almost all plantes and it's a pleasure to announced that they have all decided to vote for a leader of the galaxy" Finn said. A few screams from the group could be heard and many heads turned to Rey, Ben's too.

"When are we voting" Kaydel asked excited.

"We don't have that much information yet since the planets have just agreed to it, but I hope very soon we get the details" Once again the people cheered.

Ben gave Rey a silent nod and she let go of some of the tension that was acumulating on her body without noticing.

"Do you know where we have to head now Poe?" Rey asked trying to change the subject.

"Oh yeah, talking about that, you're presence was requested on Keetar Rey... but just yours. I'm sorry Ben, this time they only want to talk to her". So they weren't fond of Ben, Rey thought.

"For how long are they requesting my... stay?"

"Three days"

"And why do they need me so bad? Not that I don't want to help but it just... seems weird"

"They're actually doing okay but like in Naboo there are still a couple of places where the stormtroopers camp, they've asked them to leave but even if they haven't been agresive about it, they said they won't go." Finn said.

"Maybe I can go with her, make them change their mind" Jannah offered from the other side of the circle.

"Well yeah, if you'd like to" Poe shrugged and Jannah waited for Rey's response.

"Sure, thanks" she answered quickly but not with enthsiasm.

The reunion went on and on until their attention went away and they started talking about some game they played the other day. Rey was getting a headacke and retired to her room leaving the people behind.

She plopped on her bead and covered her eyes with her forearm, taking a deep breath.

"I really want those vacations" she murmured.

A knock on the door distracted her and D-O asked for her who it was.

"Can I come in, Rey?" Ben's deep voice said from the other side.

"Yeah" she sat on the bed and thanked the droid.

Ben was unsure of wheter Rey was mad about him eaving earlier so instead of sitting beside her he chose to lean on the table a little far from her.

"How are you... handleling the news?"

"Well... I think you know" she shrugged.

"I'm sorry Rey" what? she thought.

"I had time to think and I'll... just be patient. More. Sorry for leaving like that before." He looked at her the whole time.

"It's okay Ben. I run too... when I'm not sure of what to do or... I just don't want to think about something" she fell back on the bed and shook her head.

She felt Ben's weight sinking the matress a little.

"You can do this Rey, we did it Naboo"

"That's not what I'm worried about... what if they want me to rule...? what if I can't rule with you?" her voice went down and down until her whispers were almost not noticeable.

"We're going" Ben announced taking her hand and slowly lifting her from the bed.

"Where?"

"To practice" Ben side smiled at her and tapped the lightsaber still on her waist band.

She followed him and directed him to the course Leida had prepared for her, it was the first time that Ben would see it.

"Once... through our bond, you made me fail the training" Rey declared taking off the helmet they used to cover their eyes and practiced their reflexes.

"How do you know I did it? Maybe you're just making excuses because that day you didn't feel like training" Ben teased.

"I felt you. I got really mad" she shot him a death stare but she was also smiling.

"Who knows" Ben shrugged and they laughed.

"Come on, we're still missing a part" Rey ran off and then took a big jump to get on top of a rock and climb all the way up, Ben shook his head and soon followed her. As they ran she took out her saber and activated it, momentarily running backwards to point at Ben, defying him.

"Got you!" Rey exclaimed when her yellow saber collided into Ben's teal one.

They flowed around each other, fighting but no really, they moved in sinchronicity almost like dancing, and their moves weren't meant to hurt, but to find each other.

Ben's saver made an X with Rey's one as they both tried pushing the other away.

"Why did you chose to come and train?" Rey asked him.

"It's what you wanted to do earlier, because you knew it would distract me, just like I know it distracted you"

She finally pushed him away and Ben blocked her next move.

"I don't think I'm ready to rule anyone Ben" She admited as they fought each other.

"You still have time" he reasured her.

"Can't I just bring balance from the comfort of my bed?!" she exclamied making Ben laugh and losing his balance for a second. Rey turned of her saber and helped him stand.

Their faces were now too close and Ben's cheeks were a little red from the exercise, and his wild hair was pushed with the wind. Rey softly smiled.

"Maz is really going to help, and we'll find a way to prove everyone that you've changed" she said, almost on his lips.

Ben turned off his saber and grabbed her arms.

"It's okay Rey" he noticed the blush on her cheeks and her ears, her buns still in place with only a few strands of hair falling on her face, he brushed it behind her ear.

"If I'm meant to rule... I don't want to do it without you" she admitted in a low voice and her brows furrowed with fear.

"Only fate knows what's going to happen, and it will be the right thing" Rey couldn't hear more of Ben's positive words and also couldn't resist anymore the urge to kiss him, so she leaned in and his hands went from her arms to her waist, Rey then rested her own on Ben's neck and shoulder.

Their kiss was full of energy, trying to make the other feel good and relieved while the adrenaline of the saber battle still made their hearts race and their hands shake a little.

"I;m going to miss you" Ben said when they broke appart.

"Ugh, there's where I'm going to start and make them change their minds about you" Rey closed her eyes and rested her head on Ben's shoulder. He chuckled.

"Do you want to go back?" Ben asked later.

"Yeah... I think we may have missed dinner" She said and smiled a little, biting her lip.

"Well, if we did then our only hope is that Poe saved something for us" Ben said taking her hand as they started walking.

Soon enough they were on the eating are only to find it almost empty. Rey feared that maybe they indeed missed dinner but then someone tapped her shoulder.

"I knew you'll come. Late but, oookay. Hi Ben" Kaydel cheerfully said before directing them to another table and then handing them each a tray with today's interesting soup for dinner and what looked like some kind of potato pure with a very small piece of meat.

"Thanks Kaydel" Ben was ahead of Rey.

"You're welcome" she dismissed him with her hand and then urged them to eat or it would get cold.

"What about you?" Rey asked.

"I've already eaten, don't worry. Poe feared for a second that maybe you ran off somewhere far away... with the news he gave you" Rey's friend played with a fork while talking. "But I knew you were here somewhere." she smiled at them.

"Yeah... I was really hoping not to talk about it... anymore" Rey said covering her mouth while chewing.

"Yes yes. Of course, I understand. So... Ben, how are you going to miss Rey while she's gone?" Kaydel friendly slapped Ben's arm.

He was taken aback and chocked a little on his soup, after coughing he cleared his voice and answered.

"Well... I'm gonna miss her a lot" he shily admited. He wasn't used to people being that friendly or straightforward with him, or being so open about his feeling with someone who wasn't Rey, but he didn't want to make Kaydel think he was rude.

"Guys!" she prolongued the s sound a little.

"You two are so cute. I hope Leia could see you like this" to her mention both Ben and Rey stopped eating for a bit.

"Yeah... I also wish she could she us" Rey mumbled.

Ben took her free hand and squeezed it a little. He didn't feel like he had the right to say anything, he had saved Rey, and regreted all his bad desicions and still he'll never feel worthy of talking about his mom. Not until he found a way of somehow repay her for all the wrongs he had done.

Kaydel sighed and changed the subject, entertaining them with a silly story of something that happened to her yesterday and then said goodbye to let them finish eating.

"Is she always that..."

"Crazy?" Rey finished for Ben and they laughed.

"I was going to say energetic"

"Yeah... she always is" They took their trays to the place where they collected them and said goodbye to the few people still there.

"Would you sleep with me tonight... please?" Rey asked on their way to the rooms.

"Sure..." Ben offered her a kind smiled and followed her in.

[shiro-0197]

Omg that sounds so cute 😭😭😭 I do that sometimes too. Mostly little faces and hearts and the beats turn out horrific 😳 I'm glad you had the time to do so, love :D

awww thank you, I feel much better about it now. You're right, taking a rest is suitable. I was just so focused on other stuff I never got around to studying, but I will definitely do so next month 😅😚

oh I see!! Good luck with those, you're gonna do so amazingly well xx 💖💖💖 hmm they're not the same. So we start our school year in January, and we have a first quarter exam in march, then another midterm in June/July, then a second quarter exam in September, and our finals somewhere in November (and then we get a break from November to December, and resume on the 2nd of January), tho we have many week-long holidays in between, like after our midterms (two weeks) and after the quarter exams (one week each). That's before quarantine. Now, due to quarantine, we didn't have our finals because school was out, so the school postponed it to January, when school reopens xD it sucks because we didn't even have lessons for most of the topics which are supposed to come out, and self studying is rubbish, honestly. But I think I'll be okay if I put in the hours <3

awww 😭😭 that's okay maybe use a pillow to muffle it. Oh how I'd love to give you a headpat rn. I love headpats, do you like them too?

RIVER PHOENIX BESTEST BOY. I love his name so much too, ahdbsksj!! I mean... LOOK AT HIM?? PRECIOUS, BEAUTIFUL, ANGEL.

(He's not alive anymore tho... He passed away on Halloween's day 27 years ago. His story is such a sad one, actually. I have to hold back tears when u think about it)

I'm glad you liked them!! I don't share classical music recommendations with people, you're the special exception, but I'm so happy you like it. It's very soft and soothing, and river flows in you is my favourite thing to play on the piano 😣💖

KSBSKSHSKJ CUTE CUTE CUTE YOUR VIRTUAL DATE SOUNDS ADORABLE GOSH IM MELTING. 😭😭 Poor Kuro, I hope the store restocks some of that juice for him skdjsksk. It's nice that you have someone to spend time like that with. Life is so much more fun when you have someone with you to spend the boring days away. I'm so glad you have Kuro, the two of you sound so wonderful together.

ah yes!! Abigail made it. She's hoping to start a baked goods business in the future, so she practices a lot, and that's nice because whenever I go over the house smells really good. I loved seeing them all too. I nearly cried when I saw Hri (anime protagnist friend sjdjsks it's such a mouthful to type, so that's his nickname xD) because I'd missed him a lot, so I was really really happy. He sat on the floor and let me braid his hair and tie it up, since it's grown so long now!!

Really? I didn't know that but I'm so glad you think so. You make me so happy, I hope you know that.

AHHH yes I really did miss you more, bae 😭💖 didn't not think about you :) I'm glad, it's always so nice to rant with a best friend. I hope things with his family get better!! and oof 😭😭 I never knew that about phones, but it makes sense, extremes of temperature would definitely affect the battery life :( shame that it happened tho!!

I love you too, my wonderful Shiro. Thank you for existing, and always putting a smile on my face.

—miss i'll-braid-your-hair-someday-too-shiro 💖

Heheheh, yes, every time the sounds are like music composed from the cries of the sinful souls right from Hell. It's too fun to pass, though

I'm really glad, also thanks a lot!!!

Damn ... school system is so differnet everywhere. Even the school start, ours starts at first of September😭 It's usually 3 exams per term for each subject, and there are 4 terms. 2 of the exams are for the unit we had passed, and the 3rd exam is what I like to call the final exam, and its has questions of everything we had passed in the term. Or semester. idk how it's called anymore😩 I just know that they're not divided equally (one is two months, one is three, one is 3,5, the other one is 2,5 or something🤨) and it bothers me a lot. Could've done it a little more organized.... pain😞😞

Yeah, selfstudying is really hard... you just lose focus and it's difficult to understand something with all those weird words. For me, at least. With a study buddy i could at least brag that I'm ahead of them XDD I'm sure you can do it, though! Good luck<33

I like to give out headpats!! But, I guess, to have one from you would be lovely😭

Omg!!!! He looks so gorgeous??!? It's such a shame he died at such a young age:((( rest in peace, River Phoenix😖

Ohhh!! Am I, now? That's cute, I'm glad🥺 I'd love to listen to you playing it someday🥺

Hahah, I know right!! I've been thinking about how cute it sounded, tbh I wanted to draw that but really haven't been feeling up to it XD I'm also very happy to have him. It gets lonely around here :( I'm also very glad to have you! And your sweet messages. It's really a relief, knowing someone so wonderful cares about you. Makes me feel even more special, you know?

Ohh that sounds so good!! I wish her luck, I'm sure she'll succeed. That cookie looked gorgeous, bet it tasted great too😋😋 Also that's so sweet omg???? I'm glad you got to see him🥺🥺 and he let you braid his hair what a wonderful man😍🤭

You make me very happy too!!<33

You're making my heart dance rn wth😭😭💞 you're right, it's really nice to just ramble on about stuff with you♡♡ I really hope so as well, but I think it's really better to hope that they can move out. I wish I could help them fjnancially:(

Yeah phones are kinda annoying like that sometimes >:(( it sucks, but at least they do what they need to hehe

Thank you so much for everything, for everything you've told me, for everything you showed me and everything you wished me, you never fail to make my day better💕💕💞💓

[buchanannn]

Sleepless (Steve Rogers X Reader)

Summary: Steve can’t sleep, and you’re more than happy to help tire him out

Word Count: 3454

Warnings: SMUT, wee bit of angst, unprotected sex (why do I write it when I don’t support it, oral, lots of of, rough-ish sex, bit of ahem LANGUAGE from cap and u, naughty

A/N: this is like, one of the dirtier things I’ve written, I’m almost ashamed to post it but also like, why wouldn’t I? Y’know. Also I find that I make Steve super rough a lot idk why since he’s like a thicc string bean that probably only enjoys missionary lmao anyway nobody knows what it means but it’s provocative and it gets the people going hehe

When you first became an Avenger, you thought it would be fun to live in the compound. Like a massive sleepover with all of your best friends eating breakfast everyday, training together, watching movies together, making dinner. It was only when you actually moved in that you started to notice all the annoying things about living with a bunch of superheroes. Like Nat's tendencies to creep up on you when you had a hot coffee in your hand, or Tony's midnight explosions in the lab when he was tinkering in the early mornings. Your least favourite, however was Steve. Your quarters just so happened to share a wall with the gym, which had been fine in the beginning; you could sleep in and get to training in literally two seconds instead of the five minute walks that it took some of the others, you always had access to weights on your sleepless nights, the scent that the AI system constantly pumped the room with to get rid of the superhero sweat was absolutely delicious and constantly sept through the walls to your bedroom. Everything seemed like a plus side. And then Steve came along. You couldn't pinpoint when or why it happened, but one day he suddenly decided that he liked working out at night. Probably because the schedule was difficult and he loved having the place to himself. For the first week or so it was okay, you could deal with the quiet grunts and tiny shifts of the weights, that was fine. But then cardio came and the loud footsteps and the constant sound of his fist on a punching bag and suddenly, you couldn't take it.

You hadn't slept well in about two weeks, which wasn't fair in the slightest considering you'd had a total of zero missions. It was your rest time and Steve was ruining it. You had enough. You threw your covers off you, the rhythmic slap of his fist on the punching bag getting to be all to much. Padding across your living space to the apartments door, you swung it open with anger, stalking towards the gym door. You scanned your fingerprint on the scanner and frowned as you waited for your access to be granted. Steve didn't even notice you enter, his pace kept up without a missing beat as you stomped over to him. Once you were close enough to talk to him without it being too loud, you reached out to grab his shoulder. He jumped, his pace faltering as he swung around quickly.

"Christ, Y/N, you scared me." "Dude, I can't fucking sleep. I will literally give you my gym time if you stop fucking working out at night." You seethed. You didn't want to, you had the best work out time for you, when you were motivated in the morning, but you'd be more than willing to give it up if it meant a good nights rest. He looked from your face to the gym's wall and then his eyes widened. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I didn't even think about that- " You immediately felt guilty. Why did you need to yell at him when you could've simply spoken to him over breakfast or something? God you were such an asshole. Your face softened. "No, it's okay. I just haven't been able to sleep."

"Me neither. Hence," he motioned toward the gym equipment. You furrowed your brows. "Why can't you sleep?" He rubbed the back of his neck. "I've been having nightmares."

You looked down at the polished concrete floors with a feeling of shame in your stomach. It couldn't have been easy for him, he'd lost so much. Been through hell and back. When you looked back up your eyes trailed his body. He was wearing only grey sweatpants, dog tags hanging around his neck and swinging across his sweaty torso. His hair fell messily in his face and dark bags hung under his eyes. You were too busy thinking about yourself that you hadn't noticed him.

"I'm sorry, Steve. I'm really sorry. Do, I dunno, do you wanna come and sit with me? So you're not alone." You suggested. It was the least you could do.

"No, no, it's fine. I don't wanna intrude." He Bega to unwrap the bandages from around his fists. "I've kept you up enough." Without more than a goodnight, he began out of the gym. You were left standing in the cold concrete room, feeling like shit.

The next night, there was no sound in the gym. If it weren't for the twisting of your stomach, you could've slept. But now you were kept up for a whole different reason. You chewed your lip, running a hand through your hair as you slid out of bed. This time, instead of the gym, you were going to talk to Steve somewhere else.

You knocked softly on his apartment door, the sliver of yellow light shining into the hallways from his room hinting to his state. He pulled open the door, wearing a similar ensemble from the night before minus the sweat. "Oh, hey." He smiled. He looked tired.

"I feel really bad about last night." You began. "It was super insensitive and like selfish. I didn't take into account what you were going through and I'm really sorry. You can work out whenever it's fine, really." He smiled softly, letting out a chuckle. "It's okay, Y/N. Seriously." "No, I was a dick." You dropped your eyes. "I mean, a little," he laughed. Your eyes snapped back to his defensively. "But you can make it up by coming to hang out with me?" You rolled your eyes with a wide smile. "Of course." He held the door for you, closing it softly after you were inside. His apartment was a bit of a mess, clothes strewn across the couch, random dumbbells placed across the floor and several sketch books open on the coffee table. "Yeah, sorry," he noticed your eyes. "Honestly, it's cleaner than my place." You laughed. He shook his head in disbelief. "I doubt that." You looked up at him, his slouched shoulders and sunken face barely recognisable. Without thinking, you reach up and press the pad of your thump to the crease between his furrowed brows, gently straightening out the wrinkles. His eyes glanced at you.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Steve." You pushed. You knew it was hard to open up, you'd been through years of trauma that you never wanted to speak about. But you also knew that talking helped. He shook his head as you dropped your hand.

"C'mon. You can trust me." You insisted.

He looked over quickly, scanning the features of your face. He let out a heavy, shaky sigh.

He shook his head as he spoke, as if he couldn't believe he was telling you. "I just, I can't forget these things. These dark, dark things. And I want to." You slipped an arm around his bare waist and lead him to the bed to sit. "What dark things?" "I don't dream anymore." He whispered. "I just remember. I saw my best friend die. And then I watched him try to kill me. I watched a man get sucked into space. I watched Tony sacrifice himself and then fall back to earth. I've killed people. People who were only doing their job. They didn't have any other choice and I killed them." "Hey," you hooked a finger under his chin forcing him to look at you. His eyes were glassy, filling with tears. "You're the good guy. You're Captain America." He broke his gaze from yours, closing his eyes as if he was ashamed. "We can't always be entirely good."

"But we try. You're the noblest person I know, Steve. And I've met a lot of people in my travels." You hesitated, his eyes moving back to yours. "I've killed people too. Good people. But we can't change that now. All we can do is be better. Repent. Grow. Save lives." Your words seemed to provide at least a little comfort. He even smiled, before his mind pulled him back into its darkest parts. "Saving lives doesn't give them back." "But it can balance out the good and bad. That's life. It's a balance. And no, we can't take back what we've done. But we can help restore the balance so evil doesn't triumph." You place a hand over his, offering a warm smile. "You're probably right." He nodded. You know he's not completely convinced and that's okay. It takes more than a pep talk to fix someone. All you can do is be present and support him. "I'm always right." You muttered. He laughed, a quick exhale from his nose. He looked down at your hand covering his and smiled distantly. He turned it over, palm up, and threaded his fingers with yours. He then looked up, blue eyes scanning your face.

"I know this may sound crazy, but can I kiss you?"

Your eyebrows shot upward mouth falling slightly ajar. You waited for the 'Just kidding' or the second thoughts, but his expectant stare didn't let up. "Y-yeah. Of course." That was all he needed. He leant toward you, kissing you softly, at first, and then deepening it as his hands moved to hold your face. You melted into him, his warm hands comforting you as you let yourself lean into him. It had never really crossed your mind, you and Steve, mostly because you never saw yourself as a desirable person, but also because he was your coworker and you were pretty sure that broke some bylaws. But his lips felt right in a way you hadn't felt before. Your hands skimmed down his chest and landed on his waist, his hands disappeared into your hair, twisting into it as he pulled your head closer to his. He used his grip on your hair to pull it slightly, causing your head to fall backward and expose your neck to him. He pressed light kisses down your jaw and to your collarbones, right hand keeping pressure of your hair as he moved. You hummed in appreciation as he moved to the neckline of your shirt. He removed his hands from your head to the hem of your t-shirt, he paused, his eyes returning to yours as if to ask if that was okay. You have him a slight nod and he made quick work of discarding the fabric.

He continued downward, your hands resting at the nape of his neck as he moved below your bellybutton. His hands shoved you back and the aggression was sudden, stirring something inside of you. When he locked eyes with you again you feel the intensity of the stare right down in your stomach. "Is this okay?" His words were sweet despite the hunger in his eyes. "Definitely." You affirmed. Not needing anymore, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and began tugging them down, the shifting of his position making his member very clear against the thin fabric of his sweatpants. You felt a stirring near your core as he tossed away your shorts so only your underwear were left. He appreciated the lacy black pieces you were wearing and you suddenly thanked god that it was laundry day and you'd chosen those over your period pantries. That would've really dampened the mood. You reached up to the waistband of his pants to pull them down but he pushed himself further away so he was out of your grip. Frowning, you watched as he dipped his head between your thighs and nipped at the material. He pressed his palm flat against your wetness and you let out a small moan of appreciation. His eyes flicked up to your face watching as your eyes fluttered shut. Using his middle finger, he nudged the material aside and dipped the tip into your folds. You tried to thrust up into him but his other hand on your waist kept you from moving. "Jesus," he mumbled. "You're fucking soaked."

You're cheeks flushed a bright pink at his words, embarrassed and shocked to hear something that filthy coming out of his mouth. You watched as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and lay them flat against his tongue, making a point of tasting you. He hummed, low, in appreciation and your cheeks flushed even darker. Your heart raced as his eyes peered into yours. Painfully slow, he moved his hand back to your core, pressing his first two fingers inside of your and beginning to circle his thumb around your clit. You let your head fall back against the mattress with a sigh, chest rising and falling heavily as he began to pump his fingers inside of you. He lowered his head, flattening his tongue against you as his fingers worked, the added attention to your over sensitive spot making you shudder. Your hands tangled in his hair and pulled him down closer to you as an instinct.

"Fuck, Steve," you choked out, his name feeling good on your tongue. He seemed to agree, letting out a quiet moan at the sound of it.

He pulled away, all too soon, and sat back on his heels. He peered down at you with a heaving chest, his gaze dark.

"Touch yourself." He instructed.

"What?" You didn't see the purpose of that when he was doing a perfectly fine job just two seconds ago.

He nodded, running a hand through his hair. You knew he wanted a show, but there was something hesitant in you, something that felt wrong about it. But it was what he wanted, so you did it. You moved your hands to your core, circling your fingers over you clit a few times before plunging your first finger inside yourself. You couldn't meet his eye, so instead you closed them and focused on what you were feeling. Your left hand balled up the sheets as your right hand went to town on yourself. You alternate between pumping your fingers inside yourself and stroking your clit until you were close to you orgasm, your chest heaved and your heart raced, small moans escaping your lips as you neared.

"Stop." He ordered, and although you'd never been one for authority, you did as you were told.

"Look at me." His voice was low. You opened your eyes to do as he ordered and found his head tilted slightly.

"Come here."

You sat up, quickly, crawling across the bed to him. He took ahold of your chin forcing you to keep eye contact.

His voice was low and husky as he spoke, the exhilaration and the waiting making him impatient. "I'm going to fuck you now. And it's going to be rough. If you want me to stop tell me. But otherwise, I'm going to hurt you. And you're going to like it."

Your heart rate picked up at his words. You had no idea he had this in him and you were intrigued. This sort of thing had never been your style but with Steve on the other end you wondered how it ever could have not been.

You nodded.

"Speak to me." He growled.

"Yes."

"Yes, captain." He seethed.

Your eyes widened and your face broke into a smile. So that's how he liked it?

"Yes , Captain." You bit down on your lower lip, trying to hide your smirk.

"Hands and knees." He instructed. He shifted as you abided, peeling his sweat pants from his legs and positioning himself behind you. Without further warning, he slammed into you, causing you to squeak a little. He gave you second to adjust to his size before he began slamming into you. The whole thing felt wrong, but so, so right. The sound of his skin slapping yours, his grunts, your long drawn out moans as the head of his cock his your g-spot at certain angles.

He picked up the pace, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises, as he slammed your waist back into him. You whimpered, choking out his name as he continuously slammed into your g-spot.

He took a hand from your waist and wrapped it around your throat, pulling you upward so your back was flush against your chest.

He craned his neck to kiss you, hard and dirty, not faltering his pace once as he pulled you closer to him. He massages the side of your throat with his fingers, cutting off some of your air supply but not enough to be dangerous. Suddenly, he grabbed your waist and flipped you like a rag doll. He took your left leg and stretched it above his shoulder, as once again, he slammed into you without warning.

"Oh my god, Steve. Ugh, fuck. Jesus. Oh god." You reached up to grab his bicep as if it would anchor you. You could barely breathe, the pleasure causing your body to shake. You could feel yourself nearing your orgasm, you breath hitching. All of a sudden he stopped thrusting, pulling out of you upon hearing the change in your breathing. Your hand moved to your clit to keep going in his absence but he ceased your wrist roughly.

"Did I say you could do that?" He growled, ceasing your other arm and pinning it above your head.

"I was about to cum." You sighed, frustrated.

"And did I say you could do that?" He moved his face closer to your ear.

"No, captain."

"Blow me."

You met his eyes as he pulled back, frustrated that he wouldn't let you finish but was happy to finish himself. But you complied, somewhat happily, moving onto your elbows and knees to take his length into your mouth. You took your time, licking long stripe up the shaft, but Steve was too impatient. He gathered your hair into his fist and pulled you off of him with a yank. He bucked his hips up into your mouth, causing you to gag slightly. He let out a low hum of appreciation at the sight and you smirked. This man was full of surprises. You took him in your mouth again, this time making an effort to swallow every inch of him. His body tensed as you swallowed around his throbbing head, bucking up into your throat and moaning long and low. You pulled off of him, only to push yourself down again and allow him you take control of your mouth. You expected him to finish there, but he didn't, his breathing hitched and he pulled you off of him, his fist pumping over his cock several times to finish himself off. He spilled himself over your face, his cum landing in stripes over your jawline and chin, a couple drops on your lips. You darted your tongue out to taste him, his moan affirming your actions wordlessly.

"Your turn." He grinned, moving his head down to your core and plugging his tongue in. Your over sensitive, orgasm denied cunt was dripping as he worked his mouth over you. You whimpered as he moved his mouth across your folds and your clit, pulling you closer and closer to your finish.

"Oh my god, Steve. Fuck yes. Like that."

You balled the sheets beneath you, spilling over into his mouth. He continued to pleasure you, drawing out your orgasm until you finally choked out your last moan. Your body shook and total euphoria took over your mind for a moment. You wondered if you blacked out. You wondered why you'd never had an orgasm like that before. You had an itching feeling that it was one that only Steve could deliver.

He moved his mouth up to kiss you and you tasted yourself on his tongue. His own cum smeared across his chin but you could tell he didn't care he just wanted to kiss you. He pulled away suddenly, vacating the room and entering the small door that led to the bathroom. You heard the shower a few moments later and before you could even stand, Steve was back and scooping you up. He only set you down once the two of you were stood under the stream of the shower. You washed off the sweat and cum and filth from your body and leant into his chest. His hands were gentle and sweet on you now and it was hand to believe he was the same man from five minutes ago.

“That,” He whispered, barely loud enough over the streaming water. “Was so much better than a work out.”

You chuckled lightly, brushing back his wet hair from his forehead. “Agreed. Same time tomorrow night?”

[misssophiachase]

I'm backkkkk! Thanks to the lovely Ashleigh @ashleigh-jewitt-xx for the gorgeous cover : ) She also just happens to be up for best underrated fic cover artist for the Klaroline Awards and you can probably see why (you know just saying hehe) : )

Part 8: The Witch Queen of New Orleans

"She lived in a world of magic, possessed by the devils skew-ew From a shack near the swamplands, made of mud-pile brick." (Redbone)

Mikaelson Compound - Saturday PM

"You're all useless," Klaus bellowed from the balcony, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. "I thought I made myself clear that you weren't to return until you'd found Caroline, no bloody excuses."

"That's just the thing," Josh gulped. "We can't find her. We've scoured the entire city inside and out but there's no trace of her anywhere."

"I'm trying to decide whether you're lazy, incompetent or a mixture of both," he scowled, ceasing his pacing to stare at the boyish looking vampire. "I suppose it won't matter when I come down there and tear out your liver."

"Now Niklaus," Rebekah interrupted, parting his minions as she made her way through the gathered crowd, hips swaying hypnotically as she did. "You know I prefer the kidneys, always makes the best stew after all."

"Rebekah, I'm in no mood for your presence," he growled. Rebekah gave him an exaggerated eye roll before raising his hand to shoo away his gathered minions. They dispersed happily, obviously glad to be away from the Original Hybrid in an increasingly bad and possibly revenge killing mood.

"Well, neither am I King Grouchy but yet here we are anyway," she scoffed. "I had to balance this up and decided that you'd be in a much worse mood if Caroline was still missing."

"Well, you didn't need to come all this way to figure that out," he muttered, taking a much needed swig from his glass of whiskey. It was the only thing that could take away the edge of losing his mate.

Celeste was going to pay, one limb and organ at a time. How dare she come into his territory and kidnap the most important person to him? Obviously it was all part of her big revenge plot but the way Klaus saw it was she wouldn't last the night if he had his way.

He'd managed a few stray hours of sleep the previous night but one thing he couldn't escape were the visions of her. He'd seen her in his dreams, lying tied up and helpless on the floor and all he wanted to do was reach out and stroke her hair, whispering in her ear that it was all going to be okay and he was on his way. But after waking restlessly, Klaus realised he had no idea where she was and it angered him immensely. What was the point of visions if you couldn't make anything concrete of them?

"You're going about this the wrong way," she offered. "Not that I'm surprised given the frantic frenzy you've worked yourself into."

"Did I ask your opinion, little sister?"

"No, but you really should have, big brother," she muttered, emphasising the words big brother for extra effect. "Vampires aren't going to help you. It was a witch that took her and you need one to find her again."

"Besides the two nosy and protective witches, who are plotting my death as we speak, I'm not too sure..."

"I always assumed the King of New Orleans would be a lot more calm," a deep voice interrupted, making him look towards the voice.

Although Klaus had never seen him in the flesh, he instantly knew who it was. His tall stature, deadpan exterior and unwavering glance was enough to tell Klaus that Rebekah had summonsed the most powerful witch in New Orleans. The fact she'd managed to get him to the compound was saying something.

"Vincent?"

"The one and only," he quipped. "I had no intention of coming but your sister possesses this really annoying nagging quality. I could only take so much of that high pitched whining in my ear."

"Tell me about it," he drawled. "So, any chance you could help?"

"Last time I checked this was a mutually beneficial arrangement," he said. "I can help you but what would the great Klaus Mikaelson give me in return?" Klaus was silent for a moment weighing up his options. Caroline was his whole world so he was basically willing to give up his soul if Vincent asked for it.

"Any..."

"Don't listen to him, he's drunk on love," Rebekah interrupted quickly. "But we'd be willing to look at possible options."

"I want freedom for the witches in the quarter," he asserted. "For too long we've been oppressed by your family even though we've never been malicious in return."

"Okay..."

"Again, don't listen to him," Rebekah cut Klaus off with a warning glance. "What exactly are you suggesting?"

"That we live side-to-side in peace, going about our activities as usual but not interfering in each other's lives. You can remain the ruling hierarchy but we are no longer beholden to your orders." Klaus attempted to speak before Rebekah silenced him with her eyes.

"How about we decide on a truce between the vampires and witches for the time being and then once you deliver Caroline Forbes, we'll re-evaluate?" She conceded. "This one's a little love sick so there's no way we're going to listen to his judgment right now." Vincent looked between the two of them curiously before nodding.

"What the hell is going on? Where is Caroline?" A high pitched voice squealed from the front door.

"Who gave them entry rights?" Klaus drawled, looking towards the brunette witches as they approached purposefully.

"Ah, you did brother," Kol scoffed, now coming into view. "When you decided a little dinner party was a great idea. Remember that particular evening?"

"I was being hospitable to our new NOLA residents."

"More like you were trying to woo your mate," Elijah whispered, only loud enough for him to hear. Klaus was really regretting that everyone seemed to know that particular fact. "Oh, if it isn't the…"

"Vincent, yes. I'd say it was a pleasure but I'm not too sure that this situation lends itself to it."

"Long time no see Miss Pierce." Elijah greeted her just as the two witches approached the group.

"Don't you Miss Pierce me," she chided before turning to Klaus accusingly. "Why haven't you found Caroline yet?"

"It's taking longer than anticipated," Klaus responded, albeit feebly.

"Aren't you supposed to be the most powerful creature on earth or something like that," Bonnie muttered sarcastically. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say this was a stalling tactic."

"I'm officially intrigued. A stalling tactic for what exactly, Bennett?" Kol enquired, moving closer so as to intimidate her.

"Trying to cover up for the fact he was responsible for her abduction."

"We already know he's a creepy psycho stalker," Katherine offered. "So, it wouldn't be much of a stretch."

"That's no way to speak about my brother," Elijah growled at her.

"Oh what are you going to do to me? Rip out my heart, buddy?"

"Some ingrates are making themselves a little too comfortable in our house," Rebekah scowled. "How about a lot less witchy attitude and more solving this annoying problem so I don't have to put up with his bad mood and their unwanted opinions."

"Why do I feel like I've entered a really bad, family sitcom?"

"You're…" Bonnie squealed excitedly, finally noticing the other male in the room, who'd been quiet up until now.

"Yes, I'm THE Vincent," he interrupted. "Now we've got that settled a third time, how about we get to work? Having some extra witch power might actually be extremely beneficial."

"What are we doing exactly?"

"Yeah, I hope it doesn't mess with my new manicure after what this cost me in the Quarter," Katherine muttered.

"Enough!" Klaus bellowed, his patience finally wearing away. "We are doing exactly what you wanted, finding Caroline."

"Celeste is extremely powerful and has many friends who could conceal her whereabouts," Vincent explained. "We'll try a locator spell first and then go from there."

"We already tried yesterday and came up with nothing," Katherine murmured sadly. "It's like she's disappeared off the face of the earth."

"Either that or Celeste has managed to cloak her activities from detection. Its been done before."

"So, how exactly are we going to find her then?" Elijah asked slightly perplexed. "I thought you were the wise one with all the answers." Before Vincent could bite back Klaus spoke, more to himself than anything.

"I had some visions but all I could see was a cramped, window-less room, with a dark floor," Klaus began, hoping it didn't sound as weird as he imagined.

"How exactly are you having visions?" Bonnie asked curiously. "Don't tell me the all-powerful Original Hybrid has some other powers we didn't know about."

"Tends to be the direct result of the whole mates thing, darling," another voice chimed into the discussion.

"Enzo!" Kol grinned. "I'd say I missed you, but I'd be lying."

"You are a weird bunch," Vincent whistled.

"Hold on. This mates thing again?" Katherine asked, her interest well and truly piqued. "I kind of disregarded this theory as cuckoo."

"Can we possibly leave this rather personal discussion for another time," Klaus interrupted, feeling increasingly awkward with every passing moment.

Last time he checked, Caroline didn't know about that particular fact and he didn't want her to find out through Bonnie and Katherine of all people. Klaus had decided to tell her himself before this whole kidnapping debacle decided to mess with his plans.

"No, it really turns out those two crazy kids are indeed mates," Kol filled in on his behalf.

"I suppose it would explain all of that creepy psycho stalker behavior," Katherine responded eventually after finding her voice again.

"This changes things considerably," Vincent murmured. "We can use the mating bond to find her and Celeste. I'm surprised you haven't thought of that yet."

"Well, you see there's not exactly a formal bond yet as such," Klaus uttered, feeling increasingly pathetic that the girl he loved more than anything didn't know or seem to feel it.

"So, you haven't…"

"No, we were sort of interrupted with this whole abduction episode."

"Oh, don't you try and blame it on the kidnapping," Katherine rolled her eyes. "You see Vincent, Klaus here decided to pretend he was under a love spell to get closer to Caroline. Let's just say she wasn't so happy when she found out that he'd deceived her."

"Pretty sure this isn't helping matters," Rebekah drawled. "Can we just get Barbie back so we can return to normal and without these pesky witches in tow?"

"Now, that's not a very nice way to treat our guests, Rebekah," Enzo tutted.

"Since when have you become the New Orleans Welcoming Committee?"

"It doesn't matter if the mating bond hasn't been formally established," Vincent said, ignoring their incessant bickering. "Klaus said he's had visions so the bond is obviously strong enough to try. You don't happen to have anything of hers, it might strengthen the signal."

Klaus had been unwilling to part with the locket as soon as Elijah had given it to him. It wasn't so much that it was something special to her but what he'd found inside. On one side were her parents and the other a silver haired wolf, his exact form when he turned.

He'd been immediately curious as to its meaning and asked Bonnie and Katherine who said it was apparently her favourite animal. Klaus knew no one wore something like that close to their heart for no reason. He knew that because he had something similar. A Wiccan tattoo on his chest which he told people was because of his mother but knowing it was something much stronger that had led to that particular inking all those years ago. Three stages of the moon side-by-side, the Wiccan symbol for the goddess. Caroline Forbes was his goddess, like he was her wolf. Her mate.

"What I'm going to need is for you to close your eyes and concentrate…" he heard as his attention came back to the conversation.

"What so you can try and overthrow the ruling hierarchy while I'm under your spell?" Klaus scowled. He wanted to find Caroline more than anything but he hated feeling vulnerable and in front of powerful strangers in particular.

"Talk about a drama queen," Katherine muttered. "Do you want Elijah to hold your hand, would it make you feel better?"

"I don't know, would it make you feel better to hold his hand," Klaus countered, noticing the slight blush cross both her and Elijah's faces. They were all so easy to read.

"I know you're all immortal but I'm running on the clock here," Vincent growled, pointing to his wrist watch. "Either we do this or never find her, your choice, Mikaelson."

"Fine," he mumbled. "I have this," he pulled the locket from the confines of his pocket. "What do I need to do?" Vincent gestured to a nearby chair where Klaus sat begrudgingly. He suddenly felt like a lab rat the way his siblings and the witches were watching him so intently.

"Close your eyes and hold onto the locket tightly," he directed. "I want you to picture Caroline." Klaus knew that wouldn't be very difficult given he found himself doing that multiple times and on most days.

He smiled sub consciously, watching as her golden waves blew in the breeze, her creamy skin flushed from the afternoon sun and those blue eyes sparkling mischievously. They were at Couturie Forest in New Orleans, sharing a picnic and overlooking his city. His fingers were laced through hers and she was running her finger along his crimson lips slowly, teasing him about withholding kisses because he'd been on an overprotective spree. When it came to Caroline that was just second nature.

Then he heard it, loud whimpers breaking through his dream. She was crying for help and even throwing around a few choice curse words, still tied down and lying on the dingy floor. He began to shake uncontrollably but felt a strong pair of hands hold him down and another on his head firmly. This was a vision he needed to see through until the end if it meant finding his mate.

It was then he noticed the structure behind her. It was simply made right down to the mud-pile brick. He knew that place, he'd roamed through the swamp as a wolf years earlier and happened upon the small makeshift huts on the bank.

Of course Celeste would go there with Caroline. It was part of his history. Not only that, It was relatively out of the way which would explain his minions failures in finding them and as legend would have it immune to locator spells.

He'd vamped from the compound before they could restrain him any longer. As he rushed away he heard their frantic calls. Klaus only leaving them with one statement. "She needs me."

xxxxx

It was dark and the night air still as Klaus made his way towards the huts he remembered as a young wolf. They seemed to be lifeless, until he saw the brief flicker of candle light through a small window.

Caroline was in there. He could smell her. He could taste her and right now all he wanted to do was hold her in his arms. He approached quietly, the wolf telling him to explore the scene before bursting inside.

He made his way around the back, his eyes fixed on the partially open window. As he came closer, he could make out Caroline on the floor like in his visions. She was decidedly quieter, no doubt tired from all of the fighting. His heart went out to her at that moment. This witch was going to pay dearly for harming his Caroline.

He made his way around the front not making out any other forms of life. Maybe Celeste had left momentarily? He was surprised to be able to come inside so easily, he'd half expected a spell on the house so he couldn't enter. At that very moment he knew it was a trap but was already inside, Klaus decided to blame it on his out of control emotions.

"Took your time," she growled.

"I was humouring you Celeste," he joked. "Plus, I knew just how much you'd hate these particularly basic living conditions so decided to leave you here a little longer to enjoy them."

"Even after a thousand years, your humour still hasn't improved," she muttered. "Neither have those evil villain skills you like to wear as a badge of honour."

"Oh, I don't know."

"Yet, here you are trapped inside and completely at the mercy of my powers. You are slipping. I'll blame it on that pathetic crush."

"Crush is a little throw away don't you think?"

"Fine, you are pathetically pining for a witch that has no interest in you," she laughed. "We've had a few girlie heart-to-heart chats the past day and she's told me just how much she hates you." If he wasn't in a tricky situation, Klaus would have been hurt and offended. Plus he figured by the incessant cursing he'd witnessed she probably hated Celeste more than him right now which was a plus in his book.

"So now you've got me, what is your dastardly plan?"

"Still so arrogant even with death at your door," she smiled.

"Well, last time I checked Celeste, I'm an Original Hybrid and pretty bloody hard to kill."

"Except when you're in a house without your powers," she murmured. "And when I have one of these." She pulled the white oak stake from under the table. Klaus was momentarily blindsided. Last time he checked, they'd all been destroyed. "What? Cat got your tongue?" She purred for added effect.

"That's not..."

"Oh yes it is," she grinned. "I came across someone who hates you almost as much as me and they were happy to sell it to me for a reasonable price."

"So, you kill me and then what?"

"Well, I might do a bit of a victory dance then kill your lady love to really rub it in further."

"I'm pretty sure killing her in front of me before you do that will have a bigger impact, you know just saying." He could hear a muffled groan from the next room and Klaus was pretty sure he'd gone down a little further in her estimation. But at this point what was one more thing?

"Given you weakened ability I might just allow you one death wish," she murmured. Moving quickly to the next room, white oak stake in hand, and pushing an immensely reluctant Caroline towards him teasingly.

It took all his willpower not to react. Even with tangled locks, bruises and contusions on her face and neck and partially ripped clothing she still looked so beautiful. He couldn't miss the death stare she was shooting his way while gagged.

"Isn't this a romantic reunion," Celeste teased, looking between them. "Pretty sure she still doesn't like you very much."

"I have to say I'm a little upset by your lack of flair Celeste," he smirked. "I thought it would be more like a live sacrifice." Caroline's narrowed eyes were enough to tell him she still wasn't impressed.

"You were always the one who preferred theatrics, Niklaus," she drawled. "But I suppose that could be a fun twist." She'd produced another knife and was pointing it teasingly at Caroline's creamy chest. Klaus could see her breasts heaving and it was difficult to concentrate on what he needed to do at that moment.

"I'm going to need a soundtrack to go with this visual." Celeste paused briefly before tugging on her gag and letting it fall around her neck.

"Oh what do I care? She's a poor excuse for a witch."

Klaus didn't hesitate, his eyes boring into hers willing her to chant and save her life. He knew she had it in her and right now his didn't matter as long as she lived. She seemed lost momentarily, her blue eyes flickering around the room before her words came out at full force and full volume.

"Vim meam excita, Fulmen! mittatur ictus igneus!" Being a Latin expert it still took Klaus time to translate in his head but he didn't need to finish when Celeste burst into flames. He figured that was one way to take care of her. The white oak stake flew from her grasp and into Caroline's hand.

"I thought you would have gone the Wizard of Oz route," he joked. "You know melted her."

"That bitch was pushing on my last nerve," she hissed, white oak stake still firmly in hand. "It's the least I could do."

"I knew you could do it, love," he smiled. It was always inside her, Caroline just needed to believe. "It's probably the worst time to ask this question but what are you going to do with that?"

"After this whole kidnapping attempt for revenge against you followed by this mates news, I definitely should stake it through your lying, deceitful heart." She warned, pointing it at him accusingly. "But I'm hungry, cold and could really do with a shower. So you might just want to get the hell out of my way."

He moved aside, watching as she lunged for the front door, white oak stake still in her grasp. "So, why exactly do you need that dangerous weapon still?"

"I haven't decided if or when I'm going to stake you," she growled. "This is my insurance policy." Before he could attempt to explain their bond, he heard voices outside.

As he rushed to the front door, they were all there looking at the makeshift hut ominously. Caroline flew into the open arms of Bonnie and Katherine while his siblings and Enzo just looked on with a relieved smile.

"Does Caroline Forbes have a white oak stake?" Rebekah hissed.

"She does," Klaus conceded. "She's still trying to decide whether she wants to kill me or not."

"Sounds like a normal night in the Mikaelson household to me," Enzo joked. "Now let's go get a bloody whiskey, I'm parched."

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