#beans super paper dorks

[saltyharmonyzombie]

Forcing myself into digital art again for a challenge I'm putting on myself. Every day for the next month (30 days) I'm going to make one piece of digital art and post it on Tumblr.

This challenge is to:

A: Encourage myself to post more

B: Better myself in digital art, specifically in the coloring department

C: To learn digital art so I can use it more often

D: To eventually do commissions and sell OC adoptables

So without further ado, here's piece [1/30] which is mainly just me randomly sketching and messing with different coloring tactics/ color schemes.

[demonicmadness-askblog]

Beans, are you aware that your pet chicken stole from my very own home, viciously attacked me and left me to starve? I expect you to fully pay back for the damage done, and have some more control over that pesky bird. -K

B: Pet...? (Beans is genuinely confused over Klerc referring to Pinto as their pet.) Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. I'll talk to them about their behavior although I don't think they'll listen to me. Here's some stuff as an apology for the inconvenience. (It gifts Klerc a basket filled with sandwiches, pickled goods, pouches of coins, and two bottles of bourbon) Again, I'm really sorry...

P: I'm not! Screw you, Klerc.

B: Pinto... Please stop...

[eater-of-glass]

CHI-CHI!!!! Yay, now I can properly give you all of these carrots that I was gifted. So, have over a thousand carrots from your best friend :3

- Beans

YIPPIE!!!! THANK YOU BEANS!!!

CARROTS ARE SO VERY CRUNCHY I EAT THEM LEAVES AND ALL!!!

[omgtheywereroomates]

Wooooo the bean is part of an AU! Super paper dorks and such :)! (I’m the peach peep)

It’s their thing btw! ⬇️

Extra:

[who-ever-said-i-was-nice]

Heya, could I ask for the ikevamp boys finding mc passed out at the table surrounded by work? Uni's been killing me lately. If all of them is too much then just Leonardo, Jean, Comte, Theo and Mozart? Thanks x

I cried five times while making this.

Dear Anon! Thanks sooo mush for the request. 😘I’m sorry for taking this looooong I also have a shit ton of work but HERE IT IS. I hope things get better for you and good luck!😘❤️❤️ I added a different type of uni to each of the guys just to make it interesting. @nad-zeta your daily dose of Theo. XD. Love you. Hope you enjoy! Ok here we go!

Ikevamp boys x an overworked mc

Leonardo

he just woke up from one of his naps and he decided he’s going to have a snack most probably mc

as he’s walking towards kitchen he spots you sleeping on one of the tables in the library surrounded by a huge pile of books, pens and papers

now he knew that you refused to give up on the uni you where going to when you came here but he’s still a bit surprised

he walks up to you and takes a peek at what you are studying 

architecture

more specifically some designs he came up with

*eyes emoji*

after the initial shock of finding out you where studying his work he smiles and picks you up and caries you to your bed

from that moment on he will always help you with whatever you are studying and always makes sure you take breaks

Comte

he was walking around socializing with the residents when he stumbled upon you snoozing on the dining table buried in a mountain of book

ha was aware of your studies and offered to let you off work completely

but you insisted on dedicating 4 days a week on housework

however this meant you had to study like crazy

when he saw you there he already knew what’s wrong

he panicked internally but calmly walked to your side

he didn��t insist one knowing what exactly you where studying but this was so convenient he just had to take a look

finance studies

well damn

finds it very amazing that you manege to work and study that at the same time

sighs and carefully picks you up and takes you to bed

after that he makes sure you get enough rest in between study sessions

he will spoil you a bit more and offer to help with your studies

Jean

ok so we know poor baby can’t read

he doesn’t get why you are so passionate about your university

what did you call your studies? Linguistics? Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?

he has no idea what you are talking about but he loves you and loves that you have a passion

when he sees you passed out in your room in a very uncomfortable position surrounded by books...

...panic

oh wait no panic you probably just fell asleep ‘cause you where tiered

wait tiered?

panic

he will pick you up and take you to your room, makes sure you are tucked it

from that moment on he will make sure you get enough rest

Isaac

precious little bean

on one hand he understands why you are so passionate about your studies on the other he is worried

one time you where working late into the night and he asked you to stop and you brought up the argument that he does the same

so he decided not to stop you

however when he finds you passed out in the gazebo...

nope.

he is panicked and scared and angry at himself for not realizing sooner

he hurries to your side when one of your books catches his eye

you are studying quantum physics?

say what?

ok he now has a whole lot of respect for you

he will gently shake you awake

“ Mmmhmm...I did my essay” “Y/N it’s me, wake up”

you immediately wake up

“ Don’t ever do that again. You scared me.”

Now you guys study together so cute

Napoleon

UMMMMMM boy

if he saw you just hanging off a table passed out he will have a heart attack

then he will realize that you are just sleeping and you are not dead so he will calm down a bit

he can’t resist the urge to take a look at what you are studying either

politics

interesting.

so you want a  politics degree

what you will do with it he has no idea. After all you are in a different time period, but he thinks  it’s good to have a goal

what he doesn’t think is good is over working your self

“nunuche wake up” “noooooooooo I won’t wake up unless you do what I do to wake you up”

so he will kiss you and you agree to wake up how adorable i  think i’m going to cry over my own work damn I’m weird  

If he ever see you looking even a little tiered he will steal you away and you will cuddle

Arthotthur

Heart attack nr.2

oh no wait my bird is just sleeping

he’s not happy

ok let me rephrase that

he’s happy that you are happy but he’s not ok with the fact that you have overworked yourself and on top of that he’s beating himself up for not noticing earlier

he’s debating whether you’d be more pissed if he carried you to your room* or if he woke you up when something catches his attentive eye

you where studying to get a bachelor's degree in English whaaaaaat!

will go through your notes and

when he finds out you want to become a writer.....

Omg fanboy mode: activate

“ I didn’t know I had such an effect on you Luv”

you: say wut? Arthur I became writer because I wanted to

Now you two run around n the corridors smiling like dorks and narrating random events when your free and he writes next to you when you study   ( to keep and eye on you. He loves you so much)

* if that doesn’t apply to you I’m sorry. I try to write from another persons prospective, but a lot of my writing is based of my reactions to a situation or my personality. In this case I’d be pissed if he left my stuff there or went into my room ( it’s my sanctuary ok my disaster). And waking me up oh no bitch run. But on a serious note don’t be mad if it doesn’t fit your description, and if it didn’t and you want me to change something feel free to let me know. Ok next victim:

Theo

to say he’s pissed is an understatement

he’s pissed at you for taking it to far but he’s pissed at himself a lot little more for not noticing sooner

like his bff he’ll also be contemplating taking you to bed rather then yelling you awake like witch one will end up in a bigger slap

then he notices what you are studying

art

when you are done with this you are literally going to get an art degree

Theo ex. has stopped working

he is getting emotional on the inside

 will gently take you to bed and tuck you in

he’ll pat your head “ Creative Hondjie”. He has such a gentle smile on his face god I can picture it I’m crying

from then on when you have a project he will help criticize you and he will help you progress with your art

 will be keeping an eye on you 25/7 yes 25 this guy will create a time loop if it meant that you had more time to do the things you love (ahem Theo) xd  no

all in all he will be just a little softer with you, but only you. And will also deny it if somebody points it out

Vincent

Let’s all just sit down, take a moment and appreciate Vincent

He will see you passed out and he will PANIC

he will rush up to you and make sure you are ok

also waking you up in the process

he will ask what you are studying

“sooo you want to become a chef”

Pffffffff we all know poor baby is parallel with cooking

like he will burn water

is super supportive tho gee who would have thought

this boy is an angel and will help you cook

Jesus I hope Comte has fire insurance

you have a lot of fun with him and he will actually end up learning a few things form you.

will make sure you never overwork yourself again

 Dazai

this dork almost stepped on you

you had passed out under you window , ‘cause you had been studying on the floor

and this guy came waltzing in through the window

“Toshiko-san? Toshikooooo shit”

*cricket sounds* yup

he will squat down next to you and poke your cheek

“ what are you doing on the floor?” you: “what are you doing in my room?”

OOOOH GOT ‘EM

you two of you will laugh about it and he will ask you what you are studying

you proudly shove your text book under his nose

“ well well Toshiko-san want’s to take care of small animals?”

you: Yes, like Isaac

he’s not really fazed by you falling asleep but  will make sure you don’t overwork and if he sees you getting tired he will crack a few terrible jokes to lighten your mood and then he will proceed to steel you away

Mozart

ok now clean freak here is going to be worried

not panicked just worried

uhum Wolf you keep telling yourself that

you where studying in the music room while Wolf was playing

suddenly he heard a thump

he stopped and looked around only to find you passed out on the table

seems like the all-nighter combined with the music led you to fall asleep

he’s frozen for a hot second until he realizes you are just sleeping

he will slowly walk up to you and poke you with a broom ‘cause he doesn’t want to touch you

Jkjk

he will go up to you and gently attempt to shake you awake when he notices what your studying

 you where studying music

“Marry me?”

he will wake you up and question you about it

from that moment on he actually helps you a little when you don’t get something and you study in the music room at all times because” it’s noisy outside”

we know you just care about her Mozart

Sebastian

he flicks your forehead

that’s it. Thant’s the canon

no I’m kidding he knows how much you study and is worried about you even before you pass out

and when you do that’s it

he scoops you up and takes you to your bed

he only flicks your forehead when you wake up

yeah you get an ear full from him

he asks what you are studying and tell him you want a degree in history

ok suddenly he’s not mad at you

from that moment on he always makes sure you are not over working

he actually shows you his notebook and you find it fascinating 

now you both collectively stalk the residents

William

y’all aren’t ready for this

when he sees you passed out in the garden he’s ready to pull out a gun and kill anyone and everyone who dared harm you

then he realizes you’re actually sleeping and he calms down a bit ( he’ll keep the gun tho shhhhh don’t tell Comte)

he will gently pat your hair and just look at you

when you wake up he will ask you what you are studying

you are a complete blushing mess when you tell him you want to become an actress

he’s shooketh and also really happy at the same time

now he takes you with him to the theater and he gives you a role to play and he watches while you practice

he’s also super attentive and will never let you overwork yourself again

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Stay safe everyone! 😘😘😘

[demonicmadness-askblog]

B: I used to use fire blasts to light fires so I could eat stews and meat when I was at my lowest point so... the only bad part is that food will burn easily :<

can i use a fire blast to heat up burritos or no

[honey-dewey]

Groceries

Pairing: Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales/Reader

Word Count: 1,712

Warnings: mentions of PTSD, one mention of Tom, but this is mostly fluff. 

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell

Reader takes the boys grocery shopping. I’m sure that can’t go badly, right?

You grabbed your keys, swinging them around your finger and heading into the living room, where the boys were settled. “I’m headed out.” 

Frankie looked up, putting his drink down. “Where to?” 

“The grocery store,” you said. “If we’re hosting the game tomorrow, I’m gonna need more food.” 

“I wanna go!” Ever the golden retriever, Benny hopped up, eagerly bounding to the door and practically vibrating by your side. Frankie, just as much a puppy as his best friend, followed suit, giving you his biggest pleading eyes, knowing full well those damn things were your kryptonite. 

“Fine!” You said, opening the door. “Get in the car before I change my mind. Pope, Ironhead, you in?” 

Both of your other boys were slower, getting into the car with more difficulty. Frankie, by your side in the passenger seat, smiled as you started the car. Santiago and Will, both in the middle, cracked their windows, allowing Benny, in the way back, to be hit with the fresh air and curb his motion sickness. 

“I cannot believe you are all coming,” you grumbled, backing out of the driveway. 

The drive was short, and before you knew it, Frankie and Benny were out of the car and fighting over who got to sit in the cart. 

“My significant other is driving!” Frankie pointed out, gesturing to you, waiting with the cart. 

“Okay?” Benny countered. “You sat in the cart last time!” 

“Boys!” Both heads turned to you. “We need two carts anyway.” 

Almost instantly, Frankie was getting into your cart, grinning. “I love you.” 

“Yeah yeah.” You gave the rim of his hat a small push, so it dipped below his eyes. “I swear I’m engaged to a toddler.” 

“Engaged?” Santiago said, stopping in his tracks. “Fish, you proposed?” 

You held out your hand, showing off your engagement ring. “Yeah. Last week. Sorry we didn’t tell you. There was the game to plan for, and then my parents got super emotional about it, and then his family insisted on having a party, and it all slipped our minds.” 

Benny smirked. “I knew.” 

Will gasped. “You traitor! Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Because I was coaching dear Fish through it!” Benny said. “He was a ball of nerves.” 

“He dropped the ring,” you said, navigating the cart down the produce aisle and grabbing a thing of raspberries, tossing it to Frankie and moving to examine the pomegranates. “Twice.” 

While the boys teased Frankie, you and Santiago browsed the produce, grabbing a few veggies and fruits. You tossed a bag of broccoli onto Frankie’s stomach, snapping him out of his conversation. “Hey, dorks. I haven’t got all night.” 

Will gave Frankie’s shoulder a shove and pushed Benny’s cart down the next aisle. He helped Santiago pick beer, Benny shouting suggestions while you took Frankie to the bakery. 

“I love you,” Frankie said happily as you put a pack of his favorite lofthouse cookies in the cart. 

“Love you more,” you said, absently pushing the cart through the bakery and grabbing bagels. “Wanna look at those ridiculous cakes that are like, 90% frosting and food coloring?” 

Frankie lit up. “I am marrying you for all the right reasons.” 

You laughed, steering the cart towards the cakes. Frankie eagerly pointed to one that was, as you’d said, mostly brightly colored frosting. The baker, a younger girl with pink and blue hair, waved to you. “Getting ready for the game?” 

“Yep!” You said. “I’ve got all the boys here with me. And speak of the devils,” you added, hearing the rest of your group join you. 

The baker greeted the group. “Oh! Frankie, how’d the proposal go?” 

Frankie grinned. “Well, I got a yes.” 

“Congrats!” 

“Okay how the hell did your grocery store baker know but not us?” Santiago demanded. 

“She helped me make the perfect cupcake!” Frankie said. 

You snorted. “The cupcake you dropped down my shirt?” 

Yet again, the boys teased Frankie for his proposal mishaps while you rolled your eyes and looked over the premade pie crusts. 

“Frankie! Boys! C’mon!” You shouted eventually. “I can’t be here until midnight.” 

The boys followed you down a few more aisles, Santiago, somehow, proving to be the responsible one as he helped you fill out your grocery list. He put two boxes of crackers in Benny’s cart, looking at you. “Dairy next?” 

“Snacks, then drinks, then cereal, then frozens, then meat, and then dairy,” you said, running over the list. “That’s just how the store is arranged.” 

Santiago shrugged. “Works for me. To the snacks!” 

The snack aisles were a very dangerous place. You were suddenly the only voice of reason as the boys eyed the chips. 

“One bag of Doritos, and one bag of pretzels,” you bargained with Will. “Get the stupid honey ones Frankie’s addicted to.” 

“Excuse you!” Frankie said, grabbing a box of granola bars and settling back down in the cart. “Those things are amazing.” 

“I’m not saying they aren’t,” you agreed, reaching over Benny to grab dried fruit. “But you might be addicted to those damn things.” 

Will put both bags in the cart. “Anything else?” 

“Microwave popcorn,” you read off the list, nodding to Santiago as he walked off to grab it. “Two bags of M&Ms, one bag of black licorice twizzlers, one bag of jelly beans, and five Hershey’s bars.” 

“The chocolate comes in packs of six,” Will said, beginning to grab the candy. “It’ll work, right?” 

“Yep!” You said, using the back of Frankie’s head to cross things off your list. “Next aisle, before I get conned into buying anything stupid.” 

“Can we get sour gummy worms?” Benny’s hesitant voice said from behind you. 

You turned. “Why?” 

Benny fiddled with the bag, an almost guilty look on his face. “They were Tom’s favorite.” 

You sighed, melting a bit. “Of course Benny.” 

Benny smiled, fidgeting with the bag as you ushered everyone into the drinks aisle. 

“Frankie, hon, how are we on coffee?” You asked, examining the coffee and finding your brand. 

“We need more!” 

You stood, holding the coffee and putting it in the cart. “Can I trust you to grab me a box of ginger ale?” 

Frankie nodded, climbing out of the cart. “You want the name brand, and not the, and I quote, shitty stuff, yeah?” 

“You know me so well,” you said happily. “I’ll get your tea.” You grabbed two boxes of chamomile tea, which was the only stuff that helped Frankie sleep through the night. Tossing the boxes into Benny’s cart, you examined the aisle, trying to remember what else you needed. “Okay, I think we’re done here. If I forgot something, it’s on you to grab it,” you said to Will, who smiled and nodded. 

The next aisle was simple. You left Benny, Will, and Santiago at the aisle’s entrance while you took Frankie down to grab his cereal. He reached up, not even bothering to get out of the cart as he grabbed a box of cereal. 

“Frozens!” You announced, turning down the frozen food aisle. “Will, can you grab two frozen pizzas and a bag of meatballs? Pope, you’re on game snacks. Mozzarella sticks, pizza rolls, and taquitos. Benny! Stay there and look cute! Frankie, you’re on veggie duty.” 

Your boys assembled, dutifully carrying out the tasks you’d set. Meanwhile, you tucked a few pints of ice cream in the cart, winking to Benny as he pointed to his favorite flavor. 

When he returned, Frankie climbed back into the cart, setting the bags of frozen veggies beside him. “I got green beans, corn, and peas,” he said. “Did we need anything else?” 

“Nope,” you said, resting your elbows on his shoulders. “What’s left on the list?” 

Frankie scanned the paper. “Bread, bagels, meat, milk, yogurt, cheese, and butter.” 

When you had all your boys back at your side, you kept moving, examining the meat selection the grocery store had. “Babe, how many pounds of ground beef do we have?” 

“Uhh.” Frankie began counting off on his fingers while you smiled and grabbed a pack of bacon. “Four?” 

“So not enough,” you decided, grabbing two more. You sent Santiago to grab chicken breasts, keeping Will and Benny with you as you looked over the sandwich meat. Eventually putting sliced turkey in the cart, you nodded to Santiago as he handed you the chicken. 

“One more aisle, I promise,” you said, heading towards the dairy section. “Then we can go back home.” 

You grabbed a carton of regular milk and a carton of lactose free milk, handing them both to Benny. Then came the cream cheese tub, the butter, the yogurt, the sliced cheese to go with the crackers, and you were finally swinging back through the bakery to grab bread and bagels before heading to the checkout. 

After checking out, you herded the boys back to the car, loading everything into the trunk and making sure everyone was buckled in before slowly turning out of the parking lot. 

“Did we have fun?” You asked the car, turning the radio down a notch so you could hear them. 

“Yes,” all four of your passengers responded, each with varying levels of awareness. 

It was a struggle to get the groceries in the house and put away. Benny was shot, passing out on the couch almost immediately upon re-entering the house. Everyone else did their best, but Will tapped out after hauling everything in, and Frankie and Santiago barely made it through the process of putting everything away.

“You got ice cream?” Frankie asked, holding one pint and staring at it. “God I fucking love you!” 

You laughed, putting the cereal in its proper cupboard. “I love you too.” 

Eventually, you were on the couch, Frankie by your side and the rest of your boys in various other places. You scratched absently through Frankie’s hair, flicking through movies until finally settling on a calming kids movie about dragons. Since his return from his final mission, Frankie hadn’t been too keen on action movies. Something about the explosions set him off. 

“Babe?” 

“Yes Frankie?” 

Frankie looked up at you, eyes partially closed. “Thank you for taking us to the store. I don’t think Benny’s been grocery shopping since we got back.” 

You smiled, kissing Frankie’s nose. “Anything for my boys.”

[bowieandqueen11]

You’re An Idiot / Richie Tozier Fluff

Request: I loved "I'm an Idiot." It's super sweet and reads like the ending of a 90's/00's teen movie. I was wondering if you could write a Part Two that's set during Chapter Two? Where they re-unite either at the Jade of the Orient or they run into each other a little earlier while on their way to the restaurant? All fluff and hugs and happy tears? 

YOU ARE THE SWEETEST LITTLE BEAN @trench-coat-wearing-angel!! <3</b>

I hope you don’t mind I kind of flipped the tone around for the second, adult part! I just thought they both fitted the tones of the movies!

Warning, some strong language!

The sun had seemed to disappear in Derry.

Richard Tozier never thought people truly were themselves. To him, people were just fragments of others. Of people that they loved. And when they had finally all gone, and nothing was left to hold all the pieces up, they shattered and left you only broken inside.

He wish he could remember who had broken him.

When he had first gotten the call to come back home to Derry, his immediate response was to throw up. He wish, more than anything, he could pin down the reason why. Was it the fact he had spent hours driving in his convertible to a town he could not remember, or was it the memory of who had left him there that hurt the most.

When it had finally clicked, when he had finally remembered, he wished it had been the former.

Cursing, he made himself drag his feet across the frozen pavement and back towards the middle of town, where the Jade of the Orient stood proudly as a beacon to the Losers. Thoughts returning, swirling still in his mind, of his first crush, his first love, he knocked his glasses back up the bridge of his nose clumsily as he pondered at the ground.

‘Get it together, Rich. Even if you still love her, she won’t remember you.’

Other than the darkness, and himself, the only thing that seemed to be alive in this deserted main street was the biting wind that made him pull his leather jacket tighter around his shoulders. Shuddering to himself, his blood ran cold in his veins under the nonexistent stars and puffs of steel gray. He tried to take his mind off things, off of you, by thinking of how Eddie Spaghetti is probably pacing around the restaurant right now listing all the reasons, in alphabetical order, the place was a fire risk. 

There was just something about the night that scared him, left him feeling breathless despite how much he thought about his long lost, but long loved friends. The balls of cotton streamed ash and soot above him, blanketing the cold night and hiding the moon, no matter how desperately it fought to shine out on him. The clouds just smothered the light, bathing the tiny dot in Maine in an ominous feel.

Little did he know, as he was trying to pull his heart from his mouth and stop himself from getting hurt again by thinking of you, that you were nearby. He walked onto the edge of the pavement, the red and green neon lights of the Jade glowing warmly on his fearful face as he reached for the door.

He dropped it suddenly, the weight of everything he lost suddenly coming crashing down on him. In that moment, he looked so old, an unrecognisable version of his childhood self. 

‘Richard... Richie Tozier?’

You step out from the shadows, hovering around the nearby streetlight as Richie whips himself out of his daydreams to turn towards the noise.

‘Yeah - what- I’m kind of busy, at the moment.’

‘It’s me, Y/n. God, it’s been so long. Twenty four years in fact.’

Suddenly, Richie’s defences are just paper, paper that is being soaked by the rapidly falling briny drops. Before he can draw in the air his body needs he has rushed over and melted into your form, covering you in his shaking frame. His arms fold around you as you shut your eyes, drawing you closer into his warmth. He tries to rub his tears quickly away with his thumb, trying to stop himself from crying for all the missed time the two of you will never get back.

Pulling back, for just a moment, he can’t seem to let you go. His hands are running up and down your arms, as if he can't quite believe you’re not part of an almost forgotten dream. Suddenly, he seems to realise himself, and takes a heaving step back, eyes back on his feet.  

‘I can’t believe you’re really here’, he swallowed harshly, trying to figure out if he should stuff his hands back into his pockets or leave them awkwardly dangling by his side.

Instead, he did something he hadn’t done since he was a teenager. He began to hop a bit from side to side.

‘Still the same Trashmouth I see.’

‘And you’re still as beautiful as ever - I mean - I, fuck!’

You chuckle lightly, the sound making him relax, his heart melting a bit at the noise.

‘It’s okay, Rich - I should have got in contact sooner, I’m so sorry. It’s just college, and then you made it big and once I saw you on TV I got scared you wouldn’t want me or remember me-’

‘You- you remembered me?’

You bit your bottom lip, eyes roaming everywhere but on Richie’s face, the hope in his eyes and the drop of his jaw too likely to make you cry.

‘Of course... how could I forget the dork who came professing his love for me at my windowsill.’

‘...If you like, I could do it again.’

‘Do what?’

‘I still love you, Y/n. I always have - God I’m so stupid! Why did I ever let you leave!’

To shut him up, and stop him spiralling, you rush over to him and pull him down by the neck. His cold lips brush against yours, nearly tripping over your feet as you pull him into your touch. Placing your hand gently on his chest, you sigh into his mouth as you feel the thunderous, rapid pounding of his heartbeat against your fingertips.

Pulling back, a mixture of both shock and awe settles in his eyes as the two of you just stare at each other, frozen breaths mingling into one.  Unable to stop himself, he stooped, and our mouths pressed together again in a long, passionate kiss, closing the gap between the two of you until you couldn’t figure out where he ended and you began.

When the two of you finally pulled apart, you were surprised to find a pair of tears racing down his stubbled cheeks. You gently cupped down, rubbing them off before pressing a warm kiss against his skin, noting how he closed his eyes in bliss.

‘You’re an idiot, Richie Tozier.’

‘Yeah, well I’m your idiot.’

‘And I’m never letting myself leave you again.’

[saltyharmonyzombie]

Pieces [7-8/30]

There's a bit of a theme this time! Drew Pinto (1st photo) as the actual breed of chicken they are supposed to be and Merlian is facing her fear of chickens thanks to Beans (or is it failed flirting???? :0)

Merlian (character with glasses in second photo) is the replacement of Merlon in Super Paper Dorks and created by @genderevilmariofan

[demonicmadness-askblog]

B: Ohh... I see... Should I kill him then? :3

P: I WANT HIS BONES

B: COUUNT!!!! Charles the boiler room guy isn't looking too well...

And Pinto's pecking on Charles' hand :<

good.

[demonicmadness-askblog]

when cooking pinto do you have to keep the feathers on or take them off before cooking ?

B: Well, because Pinto is a chicken, I assume you take the feathers off because you can't eat feathers-

P: Don't even think about cooking me!

B: I wasn't! >:[

P: Sure, Beans, act all innocent as if you aren't betraying your best and only friend!

B: Ugh, not this again...

[silverwhiteraven]

If I can ask for one more krypto au without annoying you, may I ask to see more about the Kent one too? Like the twins au and her being raised by the Kents! Would love to see how her and Clark grow up together if you have the time to write it out! If not no worries! And I absolutely love your writing!!!

Twin Krypto-Kents, Krypto-Mari AU [ Posted on Ao3 ]

(Good luck to Martha and Jonathan in raising TWO super-babies)

Twins AU, Marinette is Kia Jor-El, her brother is Clark/Kal-El

For this one, Kia and Kal are both saved in the same ship, so they both crash in the Kent’s fields where they are found by said Kents

The Kents have a little extra trouble creating two fake birth certificates and papers for their newly adopted super-strong alien children, but they manage, and are determined to protect these pure little beans with their lives

As one can imagine, it is very hectic to start with, at least until the pair of very strong toddlers get a handle on strength control

And, bonus, more help around the farm once they’re older and learn how to work the tools!

The Smallville TV series is the basis for most of this by the by, so if you’ve seen it, you know how chaotic it will be

Whenever Jonathan has to work on the tractor, or engines, or anything really, it really helps to have one kid keeping a tight hold on the chains holding it up, and another kid acting as a living jack to keep the thing propped up, if they're not both on the chain or both being jacks

It looks odd, funny, and certainly dangerous, and can be, but they're good kids and literally wouldn't take no for an answer when it comes to offering help

Both Kent parents thank their lucky stars that Marinette and Clark never space out at the same time, because if they did and they were holding something they definitely should not be dropping? Yikes, recipe for disaster

Heck, who they kidding, everything is somehow a potential recipe for disaster if they aren't careful

Especially once the rest of the powers start coming in for Marinette and Clark once they're in their teenage years

I imagine Clark and Marinette both develop their powers around the same time as each other, but, the same powers don’t start happening at the same time, they get them in a different order from each other

So while Clark is suddenly being very super speedy, Marinette is finding herself having accidentally bent the nails in a loose board she just stepped on

While Marinette is keeping her eyes tight shut after embarrassing herself in a blushing mess and discovering she has heat vision, Clark is having trouble comforting her when he can sudden see straight through literally everything

The only bright side is that they tell each other everything going on with the whole random powers showing up, so while one freaks out, the other one gets to prep for a power they’re eventually going to get

Speaking of siblings that confide their woes in each other, how about their social lives, huh?

They both have a tendency to crush on the same people, and will definitely gush to each other about their shared crushes

Sometimes they get different crushes, and then end up swapping who they are crushing on

But they still keep each other from getting obsessed because the whole ‘same crush’ thing means they realize it isn't a very feasible potential for a relationship for either of them

Even when they have different crushes, they can still watch each other’s backs by telling each other about all the things the other didn't see or know about their crush

They're a bit of an awkward mess, though, socially awkward dorks that they are, but they can still support each other and encourage them to get to know new people

Oh, and they really do have each others back when it comes to actual emergencies, too

Marinette and Clark get each other called out of class if anything happens during school, and if they can’t both go to fight whatever new Kryptonite-infected threat is out there, they can easily tag-team it

Even out of school they’re constantly tag-teaming whenever one has to run off, even for things not related to fighting evil

Constantly doing each others chores on the farm so that the other can go on a date of hang out with their friend groups

Sharing class notes and working on one of their homework that then gets copied because hey, they both did it together and got the same answers, it’s not cheating!

For the more serious things that go on, too, it really helps to have two of them

The whole alien past reveal really helps when you have someone to lean on, even if it means Clark and Marinette both leaning on each other

And they have someone to celebrate knowing a new piece of themselves with, too

And when one is in danger, the other can help, and vice versa

Like when Clark got infected by Red Kryptonite and became extremely self destructive and self-endangering? Or those things in the caves? Yeah!! Your twin has your back, Clark!!

And you know those few times in Smallville where Clark had to decide between going to one person he cared about versus another person he cared about because he couldn't exactly be in two places at once?

Well, now they don't have to chose, and both choices can be picked

Hell, Jonathan Kent’s life can be saved because of this, and honestly, that’s the best part

And hey, you know the whole Lana and Lex thing? I think it would help to have another person, like Marinette, in Lana and Clark’s corner, and Mari would be all for keeping Lex away and helping out those two

Hell, the entire thing going on with Lex might be helped a lot with Marinette being there to help her brother

Or it could go worse, because that's twice the amount of kids foolishly believing in the best in all people, forgetting that sometimes there’s an exception to every rule

But! Twice as many kids for the Kent parents to convince to be wary of the Luthors, so double the chances of them succeeding in keeping their kids safe!

Again, this is a mess, and I love all of it

How about when they go to college? Clark still studies to be a writer and reporter, and what if Marinette does the same

But what if her own goal is rather to own a fashion magazine, so she still studies fashion and creative courses, as well as majors in business and journalism

They both intern at the Daily Planet together, and always make sure their days off match up so they can both visit home at the same time

Marinette is the one to make sure Clark doesn't make a fool of himself when he decides to become Superman. She refuses to let him do any styles resembling any current trends she just knows are going to die and become a laughing stock in the future

And for heaven’s sake, Clark, put on that mask she made or so help her-!

She isn’t against being a superhero, either, but she wants to stay out of taking care of the more minor forms of evil and crime out there

But anything even slightly big or too out of place for normal people to take care of, and she will be more than willing to be there beside Superman to help him

Does she go by Superwoman when she’s in costume? For the sake of matching up with her twin, you can bet your buck she does!

I hope you enjoyed that! I didn’t want to get too into writing this out, because if I did, well, I’d just end up re-writing the entire Smallville series ^v^”

Let me know if I should be considering doing a Part 2 for post-college, during their time as full grown adults, taking on the world--sometimes quite literally! 

[5ammi90]

Supernatural rewatch

Season 1 episode 19

I love this episode. Everyone thinks it’s the dad but he’s really warning you about who it actually is. It’s a brilliant case of don’t judge a book by its cover.

Oh yeah this is the one where Sam gets a girlfriend (kinda).

Dean was partying and is currently shit faced.

People just died like two nights ago and already everything they own has been sent to auction. The hell, at least wait for the bodies to go cold before you ransack their stuff. I love the shot of these expensive cars and how pristine they have and then it shows you the impala. It’s perfectly staged. Black tie event and in walks jeans and a hoodie. Dean for the love of Chuck behave. I love Dean just grabbing every hors-d’oeuvre in sight while Sam drools over Sarah’s brain. Dean is such a bitch in this scene.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I forgot about the motel room, oh my days. The nonchalant attitude the boys have towards the room is so simple but oh so funny. It’s the fact that it’s just ‘huh’ and they say it at the same time.

Awkward date time with Sam and Sarah. Sam has no idea what to do with the wine list. Poor bean. Bonding over dead people, great first date material. Dean is so disappointed in you, went to her place, got the papers and left. Nice work Sammy.

The gate climbing scene is so weird, like what’s with the music there just climbing a gate. Well Dean climbed it Sam got stuck for a minute. Also I love that they burn the painting and as it burns in front of Sam and Dean it burns back into the painting frame. It’s brilliantly set up.

Deans is a liar. Sneaky Dean is sneaky. Not leaving anytime soon, cause the painting is still there. Sarah is thinking that god he’s cute because he’s acting mental. Closing the car door in sync, I love that blooper. Everyone thinks it’s the father even way back then. Adopted daughter. I like the library dude that gives them information about the family in the painting.

Whole conversation with eyebrows. Chick flick moment. Jess has been mentioned, cue sad Sammy. Dean loves to embarrass his little brother. Evelyn’s dead, rip. Also strong Sweeney Todd vibes from this episode. She legit walked in a circle, why?? Dean “I’m not talking about marriage” later Dean “Sam, marry that girl” make up your mind Dean.

I love that the father is giving so many hints as to who murdered his family and everyone else that been killed. It’s subtle and brilliant.

The whole doll thing made in the image of the child along with the kids actual hair. It’s kinda freaky.

Sam and Sarah are absolute dorks. Shit Jess has been brought up and the family business ruins relationships. Sarah you have no clue about a love one burning on the ceiling. Dean just popping into frame and saying “am I interrupting something ” dude is ridiculous. Sarah just watching them dig up a grave is really funny because it’s an outside perspective. Poor Isaiah, just cause he seemed super strict dudes getting blamed for everything. Subtle Dean real subtle.

Nice work you got rid of the only thing that was stopping the killer. 10 points. She’s coming to get you. Best line ever “what kinda house doesn’t have salt? Low sodium freaks”. Cracks me up every time. Hey look a creepy ghost child and her doll. He swung that firepoker like a baseball bat. I love when they talk at the same time. Well Sam’s down, good luck Sarah. Dean hitting the glass covering with the butt of the gun handle, then going to grab something and seeing the realisation on his face when he remembers that guns have bullets. It’s so well done. Also that doll hair goes up like a Roman candle. Piece of cake. Bye Sarah nice meeting you. Dean is such a bitch in this episode I love it. Thank you, screaming at the screen “kiss her you demented moose”.

@arcadia30 @silverwing2522

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B: Hehe, thank you!

B: Hi!!!! You seem a lot nicer than Nailrem and you are prettier :33

Greetings!!! Ah, why thank you!! Nailrem can be quite a handful at times, so i see why you say that, though it comes as a surprise to me that you do find me to be good-looking!! Most people i know tend to find them to be more attractive, especially other vampires...-Not that I'm complaining, i'm not fond of most people he attracts, though they really should get to know him first- So you have my uttermost gratitude, and dare I say you're a beauty yourself!!

[roxyspearing]

Do it like Dean

Sup lovely people? I got something for you :)

This is my entry for @idreamofplaid and her super cool in the bunker challenge. This is also a fill for both @spngenrebingoand @spndeanbingo

Summary: It’s just your boyfriend Jensen giving you a tour of the Supernatural set. What shenanigans could possibly happen?

Word count: 1,509

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Dean x Reader (you’ll see), brief Jared

Warnings: smutty smut smut y’all! Children, turn away now! Sex, oral (female receiving), mild bondage, mild sensory deprivation, mild swearing

Squares filled: free space (spngenrebingo) and sex (spndeanbingo)

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“And....cut!” Comes the call from in front of you, and everyone jumps up on to the set. Props are replaced, camera angles are double checked, make-up retouched. And amongst all the hustle and bustle, you quietly stand and wait for one man in particular to realise you're there. Just as he's headed to his mark, he tilts his head just slightly enough in your direction, and you smile just as widely as he does as he hurries over to you.

“Hey, handsome? Know where a girl can get a bite to eat around here? Plane food is horrendous.”

“Here.” Digging into his pocket, Jensen pulls out a set of keys. “Third trailer on the left. Make yourself at home.”

“Shall do. Am I able to give you a kiss, or will that wreck all your pretty make-up?”

“Jay!” Jared shouts, and the moments passed.

“Try to keep the gag reel shenanigans to a minimum.” You laugh, and with a wave to your second favourite Texan, you grab your bag and head towards the trailers. 

You're just finishing up making two BLT's with extra bacon when you hear voices from outside. Grabbing the mayo, you put a healthy dollop on one, before grabbing a knife out of the trailer’s small but well-equipped kitchen and cutting both in half, as a pair of strong arms encircle your waist.

“Perfect timing.”

“Hmmm, I'll say. A beautiful woman in my sweatshirt, making me a sandwich. All I need now is a beer.”

“You’re one smooth talker, Ackles.”

“How were the vineyards of France?” Jensen asks you, grabbing both plates from the counter heading to the couch.

“They’re no brewery in Austin, that’s for sure.” You laugh, remembering the day you were assigned to cover the brewery’s opening for the paper you were freelancing for at the time. The place was gorgeous, as was the owner, who’d after giving you a dazzling interview for your article, so dazzling that the paper had offered you a permanent job, had asked for your phone number. You hadn’t hesitated for a second to give it to him.

“So, what assignments have you got lined up next?”

“Actually, nothing. For a month.”

“Seriously?!” Jensen mumbles through a bite of sandwich.

“Yep. I’ve called in a couple of favors so that I still get some holiday time at the end of the year, but the next four weeks are all mine.”

“That’s great timing. We’re on hiatus for two and a half weeks once we finish shooting this episode.”

“What’s this one about? Any juicy spoilers you can give me?” Having barely watched any of Jensen’s TV show when you got together, you had taken advantage of an unfortunate stomach bug to try it out.  And that was all that had been needed for you to binge fourteen seasons worth of episodes in a seven week period. You always tried to get Jensen to spill the beans about episodes, but it never worked.

“Yes.. There is a scene, in which I, am....in.”

“Oh my God.” You squeal, throwing a cushion towards his face. “You freaking dork.”

“Yep. Your freaking dork.” Jensen laughs. “Though, I suppose I could give you a tour. Access all areas.”

“Ooo yes! Let’s go!”

“Now?” Jensen exclaims incredulously.

“Yes! Come on !”

Jensen had managed to get the keys to the sets, though you were sure he’d not really had to struggle doing so. You’d been nearly everywhere, Jensen telling you little stories or tricks of the trade for each new setting, and you’d even gotten to sit behind the wheel of Baby. Hand-in-hand, the two of you walked down a hallway before turning a corner to arrive in what you easily recognised as Dean’s bedroom.

“And this...this is where the magic happens.”

“Oh my God!” You laugh, sitting on the end of the bed. “Is that the kind of lines Dean Winchester uses now? No wonder he hasn’t gotten laid in a while.”

“Dean Winchester does just fine with the ladies.”

“Oh yeah?” You smirk, raising an eyebrow. “Well, my apologies, Dean. How’s about you show me just how fine you do?”

Jensen smiled wide at you, but as he realised that you weren’t kidding...holy fuck. His eyes darkened as he took a step towards you, giving you a flirty eyebrow raise of his own.”

“Hiya sweetheart.”

”Hey Dean. Been a while.”

“Yeah. You get lost or something? Because this is my room.”

“Actually” you whisper, standing up and resting your hands on Dean’s chest, “I’m exactly where I need to be.” Your eyes meet his green ones, and that’s all is needed to set the spark between you both alight. One big hand comes to the back of your neck, his lips rough and demanding against yours. His other grasps your hip, pulling you closer into that muscular body of his, and you can already feel how hard he is through layers of denim and cotton.

“Strip. Now” Dean’s voice comes out deep and broken as the two of you break apart, and you find yourself shaking as you move to follow his instructions. You’ve got your t-shirt over your head, unable to see anything, when Dean’s lips latch onto the point on your neck that always makes you weak behind the knees.

“Do you trust me?” Dean murmurs against your skin, and you gasp out a yes. You gasp again as Dean’s hands move to your t-shirt, freeing your arms but keeping it rolled over your eyes, and then he’s guiding you to lay down on the bed. You let out a whimper as his hands slide up your ribcage, just glancing over the swell, and then one hand slips under you and you feel the give of the clasp. Dean shimmys your bra off and then you feel the bed shift as he stands up, and you’re just about to move the fabric covering your eyes when you feel the bed dip once more, a heavy weight above you as Dean straddles your chest, and then he’s taking your wrists and tying them to the headboard”

“Oh God” You moan, Dean’s chuckles meeting your ears.

“Give me time, it’ll be my name your moaning.”

“Shit.”

You feel Dean shuffle backwords, til he’s between your spread legs. his fingers brush down your stomach, then he’s undoing your jeans, pulling both them and your panties off in one fell swoop. You can feel his breath on your pussy as he gets comfortable on the bed, and you can’t help but jump as he swipes one thick finger over your damp folds.

“Hmmm....seems someone likes being at my mercy. You’re so wet Y/N, you’re dripping over my bed. Dirty girl. Guess I’m going to have to clean you up.” And then his mouth is on you, tongue zeroing in on your clit like some sort of heat seeking missile.

“Dean!!” You yell, arching your back, before one forearm pins your hips back on the bed. You try to close your legs, but his wide shoulders keep them spread open to his gaze and his touch. You groan as you feel a finger dip into your pussy, before it’s pulled back and replaced by two. Your pussy clenches, desperate to come around his fingers as he continues to lick and suck at your clit. You’re right on the edge, sweating and writhing, when Dean pulls away, and with one quick movement flips you over, lifting your hips up and then he’s sliding into you, one long, hard movement that doesn’t stop until he’s buried in your tight wet heat, and it’s the feeling of his thick cock that makes you come around him. As you gasp for air, and wondering when exactly Dean took his clothes off, the man in question slowly pulls back, until he’s almost about to fall out, before slowly sliding back in, back and forth so slowly that you can feel every ridge, every pulse of his dick inside you.

“Dean.....” You sob, trying to get some purchase on the sheet beneath you, a sharp cry leaving you as he thrusts into you hard. You’ve no choice but to hold on and take it, his cock moving hard and fast, hitting that spot every time, until....

“DEAN!!!!” You can’t help but yell as you come for the second time, so hard and for so long that your vision goes white. As you come back down, you realise your hands have been untied, the blindfold thrown to the floor, soft murmurs in your ear.

“Y/N? Hun, talk to me.” Jensen’s Texan drawl slowly drifts over you, as soft as his hands as they caress your wrists. “Y/N?”

“Jensen....”

“There she is. Here, have a sip of this.” The water is cool against your parched throat, and Jensen has to keep moving it away to stop you gulping it down. “You OK? I know we’ve never done some of that before, but-”

“Jensen. If that’s how Dean Winchester does with the ladies, then we are gonna have to do that a lot more.”

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Forevers and evers:

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[occasionalfics]

into you // p. 11

main masterlist | steve masterlist | taglist | ko-fi | playlist | p. 10 | p. 12

Summary: Just as Steve begins to wonder why he’s been sent on a mission well below his pay grade, a mysterious, unscented woman steps in and does his job for him. He’s immediately drawn into her allure, and he needs to know who she is, why she’s on a mission to take out some of the city’s most powerful alphas, and why he can’t get her off his mind.

A/N: Okay. I gotta say. This one is super cute. 

Warnings: Steve is a soft bean. Lots of fluff, mentions of sexual content but like...there’s not much that’s explicit about this part.

Word: 2,144

They figure out on day three that taking baths is the quickest way to deal with most of her symptoms. Especially when she’s sore and raw and tired and hungry, when Steve doesn’t know what else to do but get clean. The water helps with cramps, swelling, bruising, and maybe even a little fatigue (or they just fell asleep with the water just barely meeting their ribs because the bed was too hot, too sticky, and too tempting).

On day four, his rut is all but over. And although he’s willing to get dressed and head out of the room, Steve hesitates. He finally sees why she didn’t want to leave him that first night, not even for a little while. She is desperate for his touch at all times, still completely overtaken by the first heat she’s had in years. Nothing really satisfies her, but she’s able to get to a point every few hours where she can at least control her urges and desires. She depends on him still, so he really can’t do much else but put on athletic shorts and do some laundry, even going so far as to write down instructions on how to care for her clothes that she hasn’t bothered to wear in days.

He’s gotten her to sleep while he cooks dinner, and as he has seasoned chicken frying and some repurposed (a.k.a. Leftover, thrown together for a new flavor palette) potatoes in the oven, he realizes for the first time that he’s content. The light, easy feeling in his chest comforts him, makes him realize how much he likes having (Y/N) in his space. In his bed and bathtub. Even when her nature makes her need him more than she normally would, even when his does the same - he still genuinely enjoys having her here.

Steve’s been thinking about Bucky’s statement a lot since getting back from Wakanda. You met a girl who beats you at taking down bullies. Of course Bucky was right, he just couldn’t possibly have known how right he was.

And what astounds him even more is that she’s both sides of her own coin. She’s the badass Reaper who tears criminal and abusive alphas from this world, and she’s his soft, doting, sexy omega. It’s not that he can’t believe the two can exist in one person; what surprises him is that he’s somehow lucky enough to deserve both by her standards.

He almost burns the chicken as he just stands there, feeling something hot but comfortable race through him. Something he’s genuinely felt very few times throughout his long, exhausting life. Something that draws him to (Y/N) while simultaneously making him terrified that she doesn’t feel it too.

But, he thinks as he turns the chicken over and the heat down on the burner, even if she doesn’t feel it now, maybe she will. Or, and he’s hesitant to let his hopes reach so high, she already does.

He finishes up cooking, lets the food cool without turning cold, then plates everything and breaks out a bottle of vintage wine Sam gave him a few weeks ago with a sly, not subtle at all wink. He makes sure to leave them both glasses of water, too, because he has no idea when her heat will start to subside.

Tony’s already left him seven hundred texts (or what feels like it) asking when he’ll be back to work. Steve knows the world needs him, that he has a mantle he can’t just walk away from because of a stupid mistake he made days ago, but he really doesn’t want to go back yet. Every alpha particle in his body makes him want to stay here, with (Y/N), to help her through everything she told him she wouldn’t bear for him.

Once everything is perfectly placed, he goes into the bedroom, kneels by her side of the bed, wants desperately to kiss a trail up her arm but decides against the temptation. She needs to eat, so he pokes her nose instead, laughing softly when her face scrunches.

“Dinner’s ready, Doll,” he tells her.

She yawns, and Steve ignores her morning breath because he’s sure he doesn’t resemble a fresh load of laundry in any way, either. When she settles again, she nods and says, “Smells good, Baby.”

He doesn’t know how other alphas would react to that name, but on her lips, it’s sweet and intimate and just for him. Steve doesn’t care how other alphas feel - never has, never will, to be honest. He smiles and stands, turning to his dresser to find her a shirt. He ends up pulling out his favorite white v-neck, knowing it’s made out of some kind of cooling fabric.

It’s perfect.

He helps her sit up as she yawns again, then raises her arms and pulls the shirt over her hair and down to her shoulders. “Think you can make it twenty feet to the kitchen?” he asks her.

She smirks, rolls her eyes, and stands without even so much as a crack from her joints. “I’m exhausted, not made of tissue paper,” she quips, already halfway out of the bedroom. Almost as if to make her point, she skips the rest of the way to his island, hops right into one of his high chairs, and brings the glass of wine up for a swig.

Steve joins her, watching closely, just making sure she’s as content as he is. He doesn’t start eating until she has, and after her first bite, she takes three more in quick succession and groans.

“Jesus,” she mumbles, mouth still full. Once she’s chewed and swallowed a mouthful, she shakes her head. “You, Steve Rogers, are too good to be true.”

“I take it you like it,” he says with a small nod.

She nods, too, only hers are more dramatic and require most of her body to bounce. “Either I do, or I’ve just eaten too much of your leftover pizza these last few days.”

They laugh together as he says, “Fair enough,” and then they settle into comfortable quiet. Steve is actually pretty proud of the dinner, especially as she eats the last few potatoes on her plate before it’s completely clear.

“Still hungry?” he asks as she pushes the plate a few inches away.

She shrugs. “Maybe a little. This was really, really good though.” She smiles, sitting back in the seat, stretching her legs out so her feet are flat against the floor. “I just feel like I haven’t eaten in three weeks or something.”

Without finishing his own plate, Steve gets up and goes to his freezer. Normally, he eats pretty healthy - a superhero diet apparently consists of more protein than anything else - but his one vice is his sweet tooth. And he knows he’s not the only one in the tower that’s addicted to Ben & Jerry’s, so he feels absolutely no regret or shame in pulling out two full pints of the stuff in two completely different flavors.

“Got a preference?”

She cocks an eyebrow at him, but nevertheless inspects the pints, reading the descriptions carefully before picking one called Chillin’ the Roast. Steve puts the other pint back in the freezer, grabs two spoons, then sits on his chair again, this time facing her. They dig in at the same time, pulling up scoops of coffee flavored ice cream and cookie-covered truffles. It’s one of the more indulgent flavors he’s picked recently, but it’s so good that he doesn’t even care.

“Holy shit, even your taste in ice cream is impeccable,” she states. “Where the hell did you even find this one?”

Steve chuckles. “I know a guy.”

She pauses. “Is it Ben? Or Jerry?”

Instead of answering, he shoves another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. She gasps, her jaw drops, and she nudges his shoulder playfully.

“Come on! Now you definitely gotta tell me!”

As they fall into another fit of laughter, he can’t help but feel that hot, comfortable, contented feeling he had earlier. It fills him up, probably turns his cheeks a little pink, and makes his palms sweat at the thought of asking if she feels the same. If she even has a name for this feeling.

But he returns to the ice cream conversation, because this other one is not only off topic, but also nerve wracking. “Ben asked me if I wanted to be a flavor a few years ago.”

“And?”

He dips his spoon into the pint and brings a scoop back, smirking as he brings it back to his mouth, but then halts and laughs at the look of betrayal on her face.

“Oh my god, Steven I swear if you don’t tell me whether or not you still have Ben Cohen’s number in your phone, I will tear you apart!” She reaches to grab his spoon, but he pulls it out of her reach too quickly.

“I don’t have Ben Cohen’s phone number in my contacts,” he says, “but I did go out to Vermont to try out a few flavors. Didn’t end up picking one because they’re Ben and Jerry’s - every flavor is amazing!”

She rolls her eyes, though her smile is bigger than Steve thinks he’s ever seen. She is so breathtaking that he can’t remember what they were just talking about, and it doesn’t matter. She dips into the pint and says, “You’re such a dork.” Then she stops like she was going to say more, stares ahead of her with her bottom lip caught beneath her top row of teeth, and loosens her grip on her spoon.

Steve immediately thinks the worst - that she’s hit with another wave of painful cramps, or that her heart sped up too quickly and now it’s just shutting off or something, though he’s not sure that’s really possible. He stands, drops his spoon on the floor, and places his hand on her back.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, urgency on each consonant as it tumbles out.

Slowly, she looks up at him. He has trouble putting a word to the expression she gives him - not quite lost, not pained or in shock per se. He thinks it’s an I have to go look she’s giving him, and his stomach sinks heavily.

But she doesn’t move. She studies him like he has all the answers in the universe to any question she could possibly ask. And quietly she tells him, “I’ve seen this night before.”

She doesn’t look particularly worried. Steve can breathe as long as her brows don’t furrow.

“Everything makes sense now,” she says, her eyes darting quickly between each of his. Her pupils dilate, though she shows no other signs of another round of heat taking over. She’s just looking up at him, a smile slowly taking its place across her face again. “I’ve been feeling deja vu all day and-” She stops again, and her eyes widen.

“You’re kinda worrying me, Doll.”

She breathes a heavy sigh, her whole body relaxing. “Well, fate says it’s supposed to happen…” She slides off the chair and stands toe-to-toe with him, and that hot, comfortable feeling fills him up again. She puts her arms over his shoulders, his white shirt lifting up over her hips. “You’re a dork, Steven Rogers. And I love you.”

She gets up on her tiptoes, kisses him quickly, then sets herself back down. Before he can process anything, she goes about the night as if she’s said the most mundane thing. She picks up their dirty plates, bends to get his spoon off the floor, and takes everything to the sink without another word.

For a little too long, he’s stunned. He watches as she rinses the dishes, pops open the dishwasher and loads it, but he can’t think let alone move.

Because she just told him she loves him - that she’d seen the conversation in a vision before, that she knew she was supposed to tell him, that she felt what he felt when he felt that hot, comfortable surge of energy like he does right now.

That’s what it is?

She had just said that everything makes sense. And the longer he sits and stews, the more he agrees. The more he agrees, the faster his heart beats, the hotter his skin feels - not in the painful, sticky way that precedes another round of sex, but in that flushed, thrilling way he wants to always feel.

He finally makes his feet move, walks over to her and wraps his arms around her middle. She stops washing, settles against him with a sigh, and smells so damn good he can’t not kiss her neck, right where her bonding gland is.

“You are a complete surprise, (Y/N),” he says without removing his lips from her. “And I love you.”

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