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Savages (12)

Bucky&Steve x reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, stress, threesome(s), graphic male-female and male-male sexual acts, smut.

(I wrote this with a steel expression all the way through, believe it or nah)  

Originally posted by enochianess

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Summary: As a high-end fashion designer you’re living an extensively comfortable life. When your relationship of six years ends, you’re not too happy to see your newly-ex on the arm of another woman directly after; which is part of the reason you don’t mind running in to two men, who seem to have some exciting plans with you. Those exciting plans turn very serious, very quickly, when the world finds out about your love-triangle.

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What Will I Become?

Brief Summary: Loki has a nightmare when you come to wake him up and make him feel better things take a turn for the worst. Future!Loki pops in for a surprise visit and things get turned upside down. 

Words: 1205

Warnings: Fluff and Angst. Hopefully some feels. 

Pairing: Loki x Reader 

Reader Note: Sorry it’s short :-: 

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

“N-no I won’t… Can’t… No!..” You heard Loki’s voice shouting from his room. It was the middle of the night as you quickly scurried out of bed, slipping your robe on and heading to check on your long time best friend. You knock on his door but with no answer, you quickly go in.

Seeing him sweating and fighting off his own blanket nearly shouting at something that wasn’t there. You realized he was having a nightmare. Quickly running over to him and slipping into bed to hold him close to you to stop his thrashing. “Loki. C'mon its Y/N.” You whisper softly stroking his hair, hoping to pull him from his sleep.

And you did, his eyes shot open, his body jolting up. Eyes darting around the room before he saw you and put his hands over his face. You rubbed his arms softly and pulled him into a tight hug. “It’s okay Loki it was just a dream. C'mon Ima make you feel better.”

Smiling brightly you get up and throw him his robe. “Put it on I know just the thing.” Loki slips it on and follows you out of his room and down the hall. Careful not to wake thor as you two slipped by his room. The oldest prince was only a few years away from getting control of the throne. He was the last person who needed to know where you and Loki were headed.

Slipping out the servant exits you two make a run for the garden, easily slipping out into the fields behind the tower castle. “See? Look how beautiful the sky is. Doesn’t it make you feel better?” you asked hopefully.

Loki chuckled and nodded, he had always loved the magic and mysteries behind the stars and you. But he wasn’t ever going to admit that.

You sat down on the grass before laying down staring at the stars. “C'mon Loki. Take a load off and pretend we aren’t out here cause you had a nightmare. Just two friends enjoying the stars.” he gave into your little game and laid down beside you, hand folded neatly on his chest.

“You know Y/N this is really foolish. What if we are caught? Allfather wouldn’t be pleased with you.” Loki mumbled his eyes focusing on a constellation of stars.

You chuckled loudly before covering your open mouth and turned on your side to face him. “oh come now Loki, when have I ever cared what the good Allfather thought of me? I’m not lying under the stars with him am I?” you smile brightly before Loki turns to you and smirks.

“Oh so you care what I think of you then huh? Little-Miss-I-Can-Do-What-I-Want-When-I-Want-Cause-I-Have-Breasts” The playful twinkle in his green eyes. You roll your E/C eyes and lightly shove him. “You know what Odinson.” You mocked him playfully, “I’m starting to think you have a thing for Little-Miss-I-Can-Do-What-I-Want-When-I-Want-Cause-I-Have-Breasts.”

He chuckles softly smiling wickedly now. “Oh? Sweetheart, you couldn’t be farther from the truth.” He mumbled leaning in slowly. Of course, this playful banter was normal for you two. But you knew this time it was different and before you could see where it lead there was a loud crack of what sounded like thunder and green smoke filling your lungs.

“Loki what … the hell?” You coughed out before seeing the concern in his soft eyes. “It’s not me I swear!” He countered before wicked laughter filled the field. Both of you shuffle to your feet looking around before another Loki stood before you.

Older, longer hair, stressed wrinkles and an evil smug smirk. But it was Loki nonetheless. “Of course it was me. Who else could pull off such a trick.” The older Loki grinned.

You had to do a double-take between the two, was this really happening? But before you or Loki could speak the Older Loki did.

“I came here to get a head start on ruling. You get to become a powerful King. Thousands of subjects bowing before you.” He sells his lines smoothly seeing the interest in his younger self-eyes.

“I get to be King? King of Asgard? Does Thor not want the throne. I- I don’t understand?” Loki looked to you hoping to find some clarification, but he only found fear in your eyes.

“Oh no not of Asgard, of Midgard. The humans are weak and cause destruction, they need to be ruled to be happy. And you must take it by force. Soon enough Thor will drop you into space and you’ll be found by someone who can give you the power to be King. All you have to do is lead their arm and conquer. Simple enough yes?” He held his arms behind his back before taking a closer look at you.

You were currently semi behind Loki, holding onto his arm tightly. Hoping this was just a nightmare you were having. “Oh little Y/N L/N. I haven’t seen you in years. That is after I use you to get what I need and leave. No hard feelings though, you didn’t really think a king like me could love someone as petty as you. Oh, you did didn’t you?”

“Shut up!” Loki cut off his older self, pushing you behind him protectively. “None of that will happen! I’m not some monster! I’m not going to kill innocent people because Thor gets the throne instead! And I’m never going to leave Y/N! I- I love her!” He yelled as older Loki smirked.

“Oh goodie, it’s already beginning..” And with that, a cloud of green smoke, he was gone. You didn’t know what to believe, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself. Loki loved you, but if that was his older self. If all that was supposed to happen. You felt tears stream down your cheeks. How were you-

Your thoughts were cut off as nimble pale hands cupped your cheeks, thumbs brushing over your tears. “Shush, Y/N don’t cry, please… That’s not me. Not who I am. I would never hurt you. I- I love you.” he whispered his voice small and afraid. His forehead pressed against yours softly, knowing he had to bend to do so. “I vow I’ll never become that monster. He may have tried to come here and make me into him. But I can’t become something like that. You know me. Please…” Loki’s voice cracked as he spoke.

You opened your eyes to look up at him softly, you didn’t know what he was saying please to. And well he wasn’t entirely sure either. But with every ounce of courage you had in your body, you leaned up and quickly pressed your lips firmly into his.

His fingers tighten on your cheeks a moment before relaxing. Your arms wrapped around his waist. He pulled away first and stared at you before kissing your forehead. “I promise I’ll always love you.”

You smile and move closer, resting your head on his thin chest. “I promise I’ll always love you too Loki.”

Noob from Japan

A Cyborg-Bunny short story for @albanananana

I thought maybe you could use a “pick-me-upper” 💕


Hana set down her controller, shutting off the game she’d been playing. She just wasn’t in the mood to play today. She didn’t feel like doing anything at all. Something was on her mind, and it had been eating at her for days. Every time she logged on, he wasn’t there. 

Genji…

She’d met him online a few months ago. He was a noob from Japan. She loved to tease him about how bad he was, but he accepted the teasing and was eager to learn from her. She tried to push him away at first but he was very insistent on having her attention. She thought it was cute. 

Then, their first webcam call. After many talks inside their group chat in game, they’d grown to like one another and were anxious to see what the other looked like. She was so nervous, her cheeks blushing. She didn’t pick up his call right away. Her heart was pounding as she let the call ring several times. Finally, after taking a deep breath, she clicked on the green button, answering the call. 

She smiled like a dork, giving him a peace sign with her fingers.

“Hiya.” She spoke first.

“Yo.” He replied. His Japanese accent melting her to pieces. 

His smile was so handsome. He also had green hair, which she thought was really cute, considering his age. He was much older than her by sixteen years. At first she was nervous, feeling as though she had no business getting involved with an older man but after she’d seen war and fought in it at such a young age, she felt like she was grown enough to make such choices. 

“You are so beautiful, Hana.” He spoke again, making her blush even more. 

She quickly hung the call, embarrassed. She lifted her knees to her chest and buried her head in them. 

“What am I doing?” She questioned herself aloud. 

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

He was calling again. She looked up at the screen, unsure of what to do. 

A message popped up in the chat. 

“I ᴀᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ, Hᴀɴᴀ. I I ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴇʟ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ. He wrote. 

She bit her lip and began to type back a reply.

“Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ɴᴏᴏʙ.” She teased him, masking her nervousness with a joke. 

“Pᴇʀʜᴀᴘs :P” He replied with a tongue-out emoticon. 

She smiled and hit the call button. He picked up on the first ring. 

“I’m sorry, Hana.” He frowned.

“It’s okay, I still love you.” She said without thinking her words through. She gasped, covering her mouth. 

She couldn’t believe she said it aloud. She could feel her face blushing crimson. 

He smiled a big grin and scratched his head, also blushing slightly himself. 

“And I love you, Hana.” He confessed. 

His reply threw her off. She felt numb, like she couldn’t move or speak. 

Though in two different countries and never seeing each other in person, they’d both grown to love each other’s personalities. It wasn’t hard to do. He was always so sweet to her, even when she was mean to him. 

But that call was the last time she saw him….

Hana popped a piece of bubblegum in her mouth, and began to chew it furiously, attempting to settle her nerves. She needed something to distract her. Leaving her dorm room of the Overwatch facility, her hands shoved in the pockets of her sweatshirt, she took the stairs down to the ground floor where she kept her Mech. 

Walking to her Mech she stood there for a minute, staring at it. Her intention was to make a few repairs but as she stood there, she became more angry. She picked up a wrench from the toolbox and chucked it as hard as she could at the mech. Tears swelled up in her eyes. 

“Was that necessary?” Soldier 76 said from across the room.

She hadn’t realized anyone was there. She looked over to him, her emotions overtaking her, she began to break down. Her tears spilling over her cheeks, she sobbed, letting out all her frustration she had been holding in for days. She watched with teary, blurred vision as Jack began to approach her. Without any hesitation, she threw herself against him, hugging him tight, burying her her face in his chest. She felt him tense for a moment, but then his arms were around her.

“What’s wrong, Hana?” He asks her, his voice quiet. 

She didn’t want to talk about it. She just wanted to be held. She let out a few more sobs before stepping back and wiping her nose with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. 

An alarm sounded over the intercom, just then. 

“Emergency. Help needed in the med bay.” Athena’s voice spoke. 

Jack immediately began to run in the direction of the med bay, Hana followed close behind. It was unusual for the med bay to need help. She wondered who had gotten badly injured. As they entered the med bay, Angela’s arms and hands were covered in blood, as well as the entire front of her clothes. She was leaned over a man, unrecognizable. Hana tried to get a closer look, wondering who it was. The man’s face was badly deformed and the rest of his body was practically ripped to shreds. Hana gasped, losing all the breath that she had in her lungs. 

Green hair…

“Genji!” She screamed, and began to run towards the man but Soldier 76 grabbed her, holding her back. 

Everyone was trying to help Angela get Genji stabilized. The heart monitor kept flat lining every few seconds. 

“Stay with us.” Angela kept repeating to Genji as she tried to stop him from bleeding out further. 

Hana stared at Genji’s hand, dangling over the table as blood dripped onto the floor. She felt so numb, she’d lost all reason to cry. 

Angela managed to get a tube down his throat and connected him to a life support unit. His heart rate began to stabilize as the machine breathed for him. Everyone in the med bay managed to help stop the bleeding. Angela patched up what she could. Using her staff, she began to heal him, though with his condition it wouldn’t do much but heal his wounds. 

“It’s going to take a lot more to save this man.” She looked to Jack with worry in her eyes. 

Jack looked to Hana, and placed his hands on her shoulders. 

“I think it’s best if you go get some rest. We’ll do our best to save him.” He assured her. 

Though Jack and everyone else were unsure of how Hana knew the man who laid practically lifeless on the table, they all seemed to sense her pain. 

Hana nodded, still feeling numb. She slowly left the med bay. 

Days went by, and Hana was restless. She would spend hours at Genji’s side, holding his hand while Dr. Ziegler came up with a plan to help him. She would hear whispers in the hall. She kept hearing the word “Cyborg.” Were they to turn him into a Cyborg in order to save his life? Hana didn’t care as long as she had him back. 

Hana still hadn’t worked up the nerve to ask Angela what had happened and how they found him. She wasn’t sure if she even wanted to know. As she was lost in thought, she felt Genji’s hand move. 

“Genji?” She stood up, still holding his hand.

He peaked open his eyes a little. He was unable to speak, with the tube in his throat, but his facial expression told her that he recognized her. 

“Genji…” Tears swelled in her eyes. 

She felt his hand squeeze hers, but then he drifted off again. She allowed her tears to spill over her cheeks. She ran into the hallway where Angela was speaking with Soldier 76.

“He opened his eyes! Please, you have to do something!” She begged Angela.

“We’re doing everything we can, Hana.” Angela assured her. 

Jack pulled Hana aside.

“Angela is working on a suit that will help stabilize him. He’ll be able to operate better than before.” He explained.

“What do you mean?”

“The suit will improve his abilities. He’ll be able to function better.”

Hana looked back to the med bay, unsure if she liked the idea. But since it would save his life, she accepted it. 

After a couple weeks, Angela was able to remove Genji’s life support unit. He had healed enough to be able to breath on his own. As he woke up, Hana was by his side, holding his hand like she had been every day since he arrived. 

“Hana…” He spoke with a raspy voice. Most likely due to the tube being in his throat for so long. 

She sat on the edge of his bed, and ran her fingers through his hair gently. He closed his eyes, enjoying her touch. 

“Dr. Ziegler has made a suit for you to wear.” Hana explained, looking down with a frown on her face. “She said it will help you function better…”

Genji reached up with a weak hand and touched her cheek softly. Hana reached up to touch his hand, holding it to her face. 

“What happened to you?” She asks, trying not to let herself cry.

Genji took a deep breath and shook his head. He didn’t want to tell her. 

“Who did this to you?” She yelled. 

“My…brother…” He managed to speak out.

Hana’s heart felt like it broke in two and fell into the pit of her stomach. How could his brother do such a thing?

Angela entered the room with pieces of his suit in her arms. She laid them down on a table with a huff. 

“I’ve built you a suit Genji. It will allow you to function all your limbs properly and also improve your mobility.”

Angela spent a couple hours piecing the parts over his body, and making sure they worked well. She’d ask him to move his arms, legs, fingers, ankles, knees, and elbows. Once she was sure it was good to go, she smiled to him warmly. 

“You’re good to go, Genji.” 

“Thank you, Doctor. Ziegler.” He bowed to her, placing his hands together. “I will not waste this opportunity.” He paused. “I will be forever grateful.”

“You’re very welcome, Genji. We are happy to have you with us.”

Hana didn’t realize until that point that Genji would be working with them now that Overwatch and Angela worked to save his life. 

Genji walked over to Hana, his Cyborg suit completely pieced together, he lifted up his face shield, revealing his scarred face, and warm brown eyes. 

“So it looks like we’ll be working together, Hana” He said raising his hand to make a peace sign. His eyes squinting, as he smiled beneath his mask. 

Hana didn’t say anything. She wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head against his cold, metal armor. He accepted her hug and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. 

Whether he was a noob from Japan, or looked like an xbox, she didn’t care, as long as he was at her side. 


The End! 💕

Feel better soon, Al banana 😘

XoXo 💋

~Manda~

Crystal Uses

Here is one of the lists of crystal uses and “remedies” that I have in my Book of Shadows. I figured I’d share it so it could help someone!

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-Cold and Flu
1. Aventurine: Physically soothing; increases vitality; helps illnesses.
2. Green Jasper: Helps lungs and chest; prevents colds; helps colds, flu, coughing, and bronchitis.
3. Rose Quartz: Clears fluids; helps circulation; helps the heart, lungs, and coughs.
4. Red Jasper: Raises energy; promotes healing and good health.

-Insomnia
1. Amethyst: Highly helpful in insomnia; soothes thoughts; reduces stress; can alleviate headaches and migraines.
2. Hematite: Grounding; calming; aids in insomnia.
3. Smokey Quartz: Calming; helpful in insomnia; relaxing.
4. Selenite: Helps in dreaming well if you rub it before sleep.

-Depression
1. Aventurine: Confidence; overcomes self-doubt; self worth; optimism; opens heart energy; attracts new opportunities.
2. Clear Quartz: Clears the mind; amplifies energy; helps you align with light and clarity.
3. Rose Quartz: Opens and heals the heart energy; encourages forgiveness towards others and yourself; nurtures; helps feel the energy of love.

-Stress
1. Amethyst: Helps you think and act at your highest level; reduces tension headaches; clears negativity; promotes feelings of peace.
2. Hematite: Reflects back negative energies to the sender; dissolves the issues when one meets with confrontation; reduces feelings of imbalance.
3. Rose Quartz: Placed at the heart for 15 minutes reduces the stress of the day; unblocks anxiety; promotes healing of emotional issues; helps you become more receptive of love.
4. Sodalite: Helps relieve tight muscles and mental congestion; helps relieve repressed anger and unspoken words of negativity; helps relax mental thoughts, especially at night.

-Job Interviews
1. Citrine: Top prosperity crystal; attracts success, good fortune, good luck, and abundance.
2. Aventurine: Brings good luck and abundance; relieves stammering; stabilizes minds.
3. Amethyst: Calming, helps you think and act on your highest level.
4. Obsidian: Grounding; helps keep you mentally present; enhances personal magnetism.

-Calming
1. Amethyst: Soothing thoughts; gently increases patience; calming; promotes feelings of peace; clears negativity.
2. Rose Quartz: Unblocks anxiety; nurtures; increases forgiveness towards others and yourself.
3. Hematite: Reflects back negative energies to the sender; enhances positivism; slight grounding.

-Migraines
1. Amethyst: Can relieve fatigue and exhaustion; heals the brain; relaxes; lowers stress
2. Rose Quartz: Relieves fatigue; reduces pain; calms.
3. Clear Quartz: Terminated points take negative energy and pain away; magnifies the other crystals.
4. Selenite: Unblocks stagnant energy; makes positive energy flow easier.

-Grounding
1. Hematite: Grounding; calming; reduces feeling of imbalance.
2. Smokey Quartz: Absorbs negative emotions; spiritual grounding.
3. Blue Kyanite: Can align the chakras; strong spiritual grounding.
4. Obsidian: Strong grounding; keeps you mentally present; connects you to earth.

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And again, I hope that helps someone~!

Blessed Be,
~*~The Moon Tea Witch~*~

Things not usually mentioned in binding posts

-it’s gonna b a bit harder to breath even with correctly sized binders. Ull learn how to breath from ur stomach soon

-ur gonna cough up so much shit cuz like, like it or not, a binder does compress ur lungs. Green and clear is fine, take it off when there’s even a tiny bit of red or brown for like the rest of the day of possible. Cuz red & brown = blood.

- ur gonna be SORE when u take off ur binder when u first start binding. That might have been just been me cuz I wore it like 8+ hours off the bat tho

- dysphoria sucks ass but try not to bind over 12 hours.

- don’t under any circumstances bind while sleeping! Ur breathing slows down and all while u sleep and ur binder already makes breathing hard enough while ur wearing it awake.

- DONT BUY CHEAP BINDERS, ESPECIALLY IF THEY COMPRESS ALL AROUND UR TORSO ON BOTH UR BACK AND CHEST. OR IF THEY COMPRESS UR DIAPHRAGM, SINCE THATS WHERE U SHOULD BE BREATHING WITH A BINDER ON! I personally recommend getting a gc2b binder, since they last longer than underworks and feel better

- ur gonna get zits on ur chest, especially b/w the lumps

Feel free to add or correct me, I’ve been binding for I think like a year or two? Defo over a year.

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Neoshamans

Despite the modern way of life, in which a lot of people have seen themselves forced to live in cities where there are more jobs and opportunities, there are a few people whose heart remain savage. The Neoshaman or Urban Shaman are one of those wild souls; his thaumaturgical abilities usually manifest creating green zones and little lungs even in the most urban environments. They usually follow a vegetarian/vegan diet because of their strong empathy with the animals. They tend to surround themselves with their beloved friends the plants, and escape as much as they can to forests and natural places. They are natural born herbalists and, because of their inherent connection with nature, their emotions can have influence in the weather.

Yellow & Blue (Maya and Lucas one shots) — 2

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By the time Lucas let himself into his apartment near midnight, he was frozen and bone tired.

New York was experiencing a particularly severe blizzard, which had caused enough chaos to necessitate incorporating the entire NYPD into the full-scale disaster management efforts. Lucas’s entire shift — which had turned into nearly thirty-six continuous duty hours, punctuated only by a short, snatched nap to catch up on sleep — had involved investigating thefts, muggings, and robberies by perpetrators who seemed to think it was a good idea to take advantage of the foul weather and the hapless people who had got caught outdoors and were struggling to make it home.

The warmth that hit him as soon as he entered the apartment nearly made him groan in relief. Though his precinct wasn’t too far from his place, the arctic conditions outside, and the fact that he was so exhausted that a toddler was more capable than him of defending itself, had made the journey back a herculean task.

He barely managed to shut the door behind him before staggering to the couch and falling face-down on the cushions. It took his fuzzy brain a full minute to register that, since he’d been away for over a day, his apartment should be as cold as him instead of its current warm and toasty.

“Looky here! A real live Ranger Rick. Or at least, a not dead one.”

Lucas was so tired that he barely managed to raise his head at the voice, before the identity of its owner registered. (At least his instincts were sound — even as dead as he was, he would have sensed and reacted to actual danger if there was any. He hoped.)

“Maya.” He sagged back onto the couch with a groan.

“You look like you got run over by a herd of cows, Huckleberry.” Maya sat down on the couch, by his head.

“Two herds,” he mumbled, turning over stiffly so he could see his girlfriend’s face. “Led by Tombstone the bull.”

The sight of her in her sweatpants, fuzzy socks, and the big, thick sweater falling off one shoulder made him smile for the first time in two days.

“It’s a good thing it’s just you,” he told her, shutting his eyes and moving his head to her lap. “If it was a burglar, I’d probably have to just let them rob the place.”

““Just me” will remember to take your Playstation the next time you’re too busy playing cops and robbers.” Maya ran her fingers through his hair. Exhausted seemed too tame a word to describe Lucas’s current condition. His skin was pale, there were shadows under his eyes, and she could feel his cold fingers through the fabric of her sweatpants. “Come on, let’s get you out of these frozen clothes.”

Despite his exhaustion, Lucas managed to muster up a sly grin. “Shortstack, as much as I’d love to, I don’t think I’m in any condition tonight to—”

“Awww, that’s too bad.” Maya pushed his head off her lap and rose from the couch. “And here I got all… ready for you. I’m not wearing any underwear,”  she added when his green eyes snapped open.

Lucas lunged for her hand, and Maya jumped out of the way with a small shriek, laughing as he almost fell off the couch.

“You’re evil,” he told her, climbing stiffly to his feet and staggering after her into the bedroom. “I can barely walk.”

“Hot shower. Change.” she said, taking a t-shirt and a pair of worn sweats from his dresser and pushing them into his hands. She pressed close to him, slid her arms around his neck. “We can have some hot chocolate, warm up,” she murmured. “Maybe then you’ll be in better shape to….”

Warm, languid heat seeped into him as she pressed her lips her his, drew the kiss out. When she let go, his exhaustion and her kiss had him floating.

She gave his cheek a quick pat. “Quick it up,” she said, smirking. “Hot chocolate’s awaiting.” She sauntered off.

Ten minutes later, feeling considerably less like a frozen popsicle, Lucas sat cocooned in a blanket on the couch. He had one arm wrapped around Maya, who was curled up on his lap and sharing the blanket with him, and a mug of steaming hot chocolate in the other. A fire burned in the fireplace, adding to the cosiness of the apartment.

Maya had put on Brooklyn Nine-Nine on Netflix — she always teased Lucas that his workplace was really like it was portrayed on the show. Lucas wished that was true, he loved the show, especially after a shift like this one. At least she’d spared him the torture of watching A Million Ways to Die in the West, one of those movies she found entertaining for reasons Lucas couldn’t fathom, other than that it involved cowboys and poking fun at him.

“I thought we’d heat up one of your mom’s pasta bakes for dinner,” Maya said. She’d checked his freezer, and as usual, it was stocked with a good selection of his mama’s home-cooked food.

Lucas simply grunted in response, leaning his head on Maya’s shoulder. After so many hours of being alert and active, he could finally let himself unwind. The warmth was making the stress slowly drain away, leaving him feeling pleasantly relaxed.

His brain was still as fuzzy as it was when he came home, but that was okay, since he didn’t plan to use it for anything more challenging than deciding where to cuddle up with his girlfriend or what to do for a meal. He wasn’t going to think about anything other than spending some much-needed quality time with Maya for the next forty-eight hours.

He pressed a kiss to her jaw, the part of her he could most easily reach without moving, and felt her smile where her cheek rested against his forehead.

Barely a few minutes later, as the adventures of Jake Peralta and the Pontiac Bandit continued to play out onscreen, Maya felt Lucas’s breathing deepen against her neck, where he’d buried his face. She glanced down, only to find that he had fallen fast asleep.

She rescued his mug of hot chocolate, which had begun to tilt dangerously and was at risk of depositing its hot contents all over their laps — he’d managed to have only half of it before passing out.

“Such a huckleberry,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

She was rewarded with a loud snore.

Hell of a Ride

[This story takes place around 5 years before the actual events of the story, and is meant to be a character study for Thara more than anything else :) I really got a feel for Thara’s nature in this, even though she’s understandably a bit more immature than when we meet her in Reversed Star properly!]

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