#& a dirty chai pie

[jude-duarte-wannabe]

Charles jealousy smut please!

my own little devil

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hi lovely thanks for the request, i have been dying to write this and i am a charles girl so i may have gone a little feral while writing this, so apologies in advance <3 i did end up picking prompts from my bakery list to go with this just fyi and those prompts will be bolded.

pairing; charles leclerc x female fwb reader

blurb; your devious little plan to make charles jealous and regret leaving you high and dry the previous night goes wrong.

warnings; biting kink, rough sex, a speck of breeding, spit, dirty thoughts, wall sex, google translated french, semi public sex, creampie, hair pulling, dirty talking, oral fem!receiving, possessive behavior, choking, mentions of pregnancy, dom!charles. [let me know if i missed anything!]

chai; biting or hickeys [i picked biting] lemonade; possessive vodka shot; rough sex tea; semi public doppio; wall sex chocolate mousse; "i'm sorry" croissant; "don't you dare" pancake; "no, we can't, not here" sugar pie; "stop wriggling" boston cream pie; "fuck, it's dripping down your legs"

currently playing; jealous by nick jonas "cause you're too fuckin' beautiful and everybody wants a taste, that's why i still get jealous"

it was all his fault, at least thats what you told yourself when you came up with this devious little plan in the first place, that it was charles's fault for up and leaving before you'd been able to cum around his cock last night.

he'd showed up at your place around two in the morning tipsy and in a grump from having lost the race earlier in the day begging you to make him feel better and so naturally since he was the best fuck you'd ever had, you let him have his way with you but his way last night was utter fucking torment.

he enjoyed, no he loved seeing you beg and he was hoping you'd be begging tonight down on your sweet little knees but you had decided that, that was not going to be the case, you wanted to be the one to have him on his fucking knees for a change.

you knew deep down that this dress would do the trick, the red satin hugged your figure, attaching itself to each and every curve of your body and the bra you wore pushed your boobs so far up that they could fall out of your dress with one wrong move, you looked like a sin; that was all charles was capable of thinking the moment he saw you walk into the club, his own personal little devil.

when you brushed past him on your way to the bar, your fingers grazed across his crotch and the slight gasp he let out made you smirk "you are playing a dangerous game douce fille" charles whispered to himself as he watched you go, hips swinging with every step, charles couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight, desperate for a taste.

charles was fine with letting you wander about the club showing off for him but what he didn't like was you showing off for all the other men there as well with your ass practically hanging out the bottom of your dress, you were his and he wasn't gonna let another guy lay a hand on you, so while he let you have your space, he found his eyes traveling over to you every now and then just to make sure you weren't getting into any mischief.

but little did either of you know, mischief was heading your way. when you felt a hand brush across your back so close to your ass as you leaned across the bar to take your drink from the bartender, you smirked thinking it was charles coming to claim his prize for the night but oh how you couldn't have been more wrong.

as you looked behind you, you made eye contact with a man that just radiated fuckboy energy "please don't touch what isn't yours" you mused quietly and he held his hand's up innocently like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar "relax just wanted to get to know ya, i'm brad" you couldn't help but roll your eyes, brad what a classic fuckboy name.

after a thought you decided he was harmless since you had no intention of flirting or going home with him tonight, so you decided to indulge him a little and so you sat across from one another at the bar, slowly sipping at your individual drinks.

charles had only taken his eyes off you for less than two minutes and when his eyes sought you out, he saw red.... seeing you sitting across from a man at the bar, he wasn't happy and despite you deciding to be a little tease with your choice of dress tonight he trusted you like he had never trusted any other girl before and so he let it go until he watched the guy slip his hand onto your thigh, caressing the skin like he owned you but he didn't, charles did and he was going to make sure that this prick fucking knew that.

"let me get you another drink" brad asked, hand still running along your thigh, little did he know that if he didn't remove it soon he would no longer have a hand and if the intimidating presence behind you didn't give away the fact that brad was fucked, the hand that soon wrapped around your throat should have been a dead giveaway, charles tilted your back to look into your eyes "don't you dare" he practically growled.

"you say yes and i will not be gentle with you" brad's hand slipped from your thigh "i didn't know you were taken" brad stated, trying to defend himself "i'm not" you mumbled, still gazing into charles's eyes and as your words hit his ears, he tightened his grip around your throat.

"lets go" he growled, pulling you off the bar stool and into the bathroom of the club, you'd barely made it in the door before charles pressed your back into the cold tile wall, his hand once again wrapping around your throat and holding tight as you struggled against his hold "stop wriggling" he demanded, his breath hot against your ear as he pressed a little tighter causing black spots to form in front of your eyes, as he watched a tear slip from your eye he eased back a little loosening his hold but not completely letting go just yet "your mine so all those guys can fuck off and leave you alone"

"i'm not yours" you reminded him and he gave you a look that told you that you'd picked your words poorly "yeah, well i'm going to fucking make you mine douce fille" and with that he dropped to his knees, hiking your dress up and around your hips, he dragged the fabric of your panties to the side drooling at the sight of your wet little pussy, if you asked charles in a public setting what his favorite thing about you was he would say your eyes but if you asked in private, he wouldn't even give you a verbal answer and instead just drop to his knees in front of you.

"no, we can't, not here" your fingers tangled in his soft locks, pulling at it to try and distract him from his current mission of wanting to eat your pussy until your legs gave out around his head and your whole body was trembling from his touch but your words met deaf ears as he spit into his hand before rubbing his fingers along your folds, grazing your clit with every pass he made.

"your fucking crazy" you whispered as a shiver ran down your spine due to charles's touch on your clit but also at the idea of being caught in such a compromising position in public, oh how you could see the headlines now.

"FERRARI'S GOLDEN BOY CAUGHT IN ROMANTIC TRYST!"

it was only a few seconds before charles's mouth attached to your pussy, licking through your folds to suck up every last drop of the juices you were currently leaking all over his pretty little face like an alcoholic who'd gone far too long without a drink.

his fingers gripped tightly at your thighs making sure to leave little bruises that he could kiss better later. when he slipped his tongue inside, you shuddered above him, hands pulling at his hair but he never ceased, this man was starving and he was going to feast.

you couldn't help but gently rock your hips against his tongue which caused his nose to brush against your clit causing the most gorgeous friction that had you tilting your head back as a low moan slipped past your lips, fingers tugging at his hair as he smiled against your folds continuing to eat your pussy like a man starved.

you were reaching your peak and fast, you always did when charles ate you out like this, you hips began to move faster against his tongue chasing the pleasure he gave you but right as you were on the edge of pure bliss he pulled away and the sight you saw as he gazed up at you was down right erotic, his cheeks, lips, nose and even chin wet with a mix of your juices and his saliva, the perfect mix in his mind.

his pupils were wide and his mouth hung open as he panted, his warm breath hitting your thigh as he gently nibbled at the skin sending even more shock waves zapping up your spine, he scrambled up your body, hands pulling at his belt desperate to get his hard aching cock inside of your tight little cunt.

"why'd you stop" to say you were pissed was an understatement, he was not about to leave you high and dry again "i'm sorry" he rushed out, he knew that if he was to keep lapping at your dripping wet pussy like the feral animal he was any longer that he would cum in his pants right then and there.

"i was going to cum in my pants" he chuckled, connecting his lips to yours for the first time that night, you moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue, his kiss was sloppy and desperate causing spit to coat both of your faces.

when you pulled away you couldn't help but smile at the sight, charles cheeks were flushed and warm from the heat radiating between your bodies, his eyes wide and your lipstick was smeared across his lips and chin "so fucking pretty" you murmured, thumb running over his bottom lip as he pulled his aching cock from the confines of his jeans.

you squeaked as he picked you up, practically manhandling you as he wrapped your legs around his waist and plunged in without warning causing your head to slam against the wall behind you "fuck" you gasped "be gentle" but he was far from gentle in this moment as he thrusted in and out of you at an unnatural speed that had your head spinning.

if anyone were to walk into the bathroom in that moment and catch you, you'd have looked like a pair of rabbits in heat from the way you were going at it.

you couldn't help but bite as his shoulder, teeth digging into his skin and drool soaking his shirt in an attempt to keep quiet but the sound of his hips slamming against yours would give you away before any moans did, the sound was wet and sticky as your hips slammed together.

a sharp pain hit you as charles fingers threaded through your hair and tugged forcefully so that he could kiss and bite at the delicate skin of your neck, marking you has his own personal fucktoy, no other man would ever fucking touch you again, not on his watch.

"you wanna come inside me joli garçon, you want me to make you a daddy" charles groaned against your shoulder at the words you whispered in his ear, a million fantasies coming to mind in that moment but pushed them all down in order to focus on you and the pleasure he was making you feel.

when he felt your pussy clench around him, his hips came to a halt, body shaking with pleasure as he released ropes and ropes of his sweet hot cum deep into your tight pussy that still clenched around his cock, milking him dry.

charles's lipstick stained swollen lips pressed against yours as you swallowed eachothers moans, his hand snuck down and started to rub at your clit, pace fast and rough, he was desperate to make you cum around him and when you finally did, juices gushing around his cock, he couldn't help but cum again at the feeling.

when it was all over he pulled his head from the crook of your neck as you both panted "holy fuck" he breathed out "that was the best fuck we've ever had" he darkly chuckled.

"i never knew you were a biter" you giggled which caused your pussy to clench around his cock again, a small shot of cum shooting out.

he slowly and gently let you down and as he kneeled down to pull your dress over your butt, he couldn't help but lean forward and lick a stripe up your thigh "fuck, it's dripping down your legs" his tone of voice told he was proud of the work he'd done.

he had fucking bred you and god did he want to do it again and again until it stuck and you were round and pregnant with his baby.

"your fucking mine now you petit diable"

you couldn't help but laugh at his words "little devil huh"

oh yeah, you were his own personal little devil and a fucking hot one at that.

"yeah, my little devil" he chuckled, lips pressing against yours sloppily once more, you both couldn't help but smile against eachothers lips,

"lets get the fuck out of here" he suggested, tangling your fingers with his own "why, you going to breed me again" you joked not knowing how fucking right you actually were.

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A Filthy Pumpkin Drink

Izuku Midoriya x reader

Flufftober Day 1- Seasonal Drinks

WC: 1.3k

~Izuku has an awkward little slip of the tongue when he is ordering you a refill of your seasonal beverage.

~ BOO! Happy First Day of Flufftober (or whenever you choose to read this) you guys!!!

There aren't many things cozier than spending a rainy fall afternoon under the warm string lights of a. The heavenly smells of cinnamon and nutmeg dance through the air, helping numb the minds of those who object to the summer's end. 

Although the leaves of the cutie's well-maintained oak trees have long since changed to brilliant shades of carmine and amber, Izuku's brilliant green eyes still shine like springtime as he sits across from you with a tired smile. Having just gotten off of patrol, your pro-hero boyfriend's usually fluffy hair sits damp against his forehead, darkened from the rainfall as he warms himself in your presence.

As much as you adore him, it's a rarity for you to spend your lunches together. So today is a wonderful surprise. Since he managed to apprehend the villain he was tailing earlier, and got to slip away for an early lunch and meet you at your favorite café so you can try yet another one of the drinks from their locally famous seasonal drink menu. 

Today's drink of choice is a Dirty Pumpkin Pie chai. The sweet, pumpkin pie cold foam goes so well with the spiced chai that you find yourself considering getting another one. The added caffeine may give you enough sparkle to make it through the rest of your beige-colored workday.

"How is your drink, y/n?" your ever-curious boyfriend asks, eyeing your caramel-drizzled cup with interest.

You wipe a bit of cold foam from your lip with a little paper napkin and hold it out to him. "See for yourself, Zuku; it may be the best one yet."

He takes a sip carefully tasting each component of a drink. Can tell from the way his eyes light up that he's a fan. "Oh wow, it's not what I thought it would taste like at all. The tea itself isn't sweet, but when it layers with the foamy stuff, it's really good." 

"I know, right? I would definitely order it again once I try the other drinks on the menu," you smile, taking your cup back from him and enjoying another sip, only to realize that you accidentally brushed your hand against some caramel residue that dripped down the side of your cup.

"I'd like it too," he says, taking a gulp from his own drink, a blended protein shake that doesn't do much for his energy levels but will help his muscles recover from his grueling early morning patrol while he works through a mountain of paperwork. But when he spots another patron walk by your little table with a fresh, toasted sandwich from the display case, his eyes follow them out the door, filled with hungry longing.

"That looks really good," he mumbles quietly. His analytical gaze already dissecting the sandwich's components. You can tell he wants it, but he has always needed a little push to treat himself.

That's where you come in…

"You know, I think I'm going to get a refill to go." You say to the freckled man across from you; you rattle your nearly empty cup for effect. "Sit tight; I'll just head to the bathroom and order you a sandwich before you have to go back to work." 

Izuku, the king of acts of service, simply cannot stand by as you, the love of his life, go and buy himself another coffee when he hasn't gotten the chance to spoil you today. "Uhh, no worries, I'll take care of it." he pouts, pulling his wallet out of the pocket of his Uravity sweatshirt so quickly, you swear he just activated his quirk.

"Are you sure?" you ask, sensing that Izuku isn't going to back down from this. But as you look down at the sticky patch on your hands, you realize that you are far more interested in washing them than fighting a losing battle.

"Of course," he nods determinedly, "What was the name of the drink that you ordered again?"

You shoot him a grin, knowing just how to fluster the man. "I got a dirty Pumpkin Pie Chai."

His eyes widen and he shyly shifts in his seat. "D-do I really have to order it like that?"

You coyly cock your head to the side. "Like what?"

"Say that it's, you know..." he looks around nervously and lowers his voice so only you can hear it. "dirty."

"I mean, that's what it is," you say gently; of course, there are other ways to order a shot of espresso in your drink, but it is so much more fun to lovingly tease him. "But if you are uncomfortable asking for a dirty little drink, I can just order it myself." you tease, watching as his features go from nervous to determined.

"No, I got it," he says, standing abruptly. Without another word, you watch as your sweet boyfriend marches over to the line, ready to order you your drink at the small cost of his dignity.

~

It only took you a minute or so to wash your hands, but you got distracted by the cafe's interesting bathroom wall decor. But when you come back, you see Izuku stepping up to the cash register to order your drink. Sneakily, you creep over to him, just in case he needs help remembering your order. 

"Hey there, what can I get for you?"  the barista with lemon-slice eyes and vine-like hair asks, greeting him with a practiced customer service smile.

"Hi there, may I please get that sandwich?" he asks, extending his scarred hand and pointing to the expertly wrapped katsu sandwich in the display case. 

"Is there anything else you would like?"

"Actually, yes." He says softly. His brows furrow as he glances up at the menu as if he is trying to remember what drink you want. He may not be able to see you from where he is standing, but he can certainly see the ever-growing line behind him. 

You can tell he is feeling the pressure; just as you are about to step in and help him out, he opens his mouth once again. "May I please get one of those… uhh, filthy pumpkin drinks, please?"

"I'm sorry?" the barista's eyes widen in shock and they look at your boyfriend like he has three heads. "Could you repeat that?"

"Oh, that wasn't quite right was it?"  he mumbles, his freckled face turning beet red as he tries to remember what the name of your drink was. 

You hold in your laughter and decide to come to his rescue. You come behind him and grab his arm with a soft smile. "That was a good try, Zuku, but I think I'll take it from here." He visibly relaxes as you give your order to the bewildered barista, who definitely does not get paid enough to have grown men asking for filthy pumpkin drinks.

"Ohh, so that's what you meant," she laughs as your boyfriend swipes his card." I really had no idea what you were talking about."

You put another bill in the tip jar and walk back over to your little table to wait for your order to be brought to you. Izuku sits embarrassedly in his seat and pulls his hood up a bit more to hide himself from the world. 

"I can't believe I did that," he sighs, toying with his empty smoothie cup. "I wanna curl up in a ball and die."

You look at the literal superhero across from you and comfortingly pat his arm. "Oh, don't be like that, Izuku; it really wasn't that bad. I'm sure it happens all the time to other people."

"R-really?" he asks. "Well, if you don't mind, could you not tell anyone? I'd hate to think of how Kacchan and the others would react if they found out about my slip-up today." 

"I promise," you say, leaning in to whisper into the shell of his ear. "Consider it our filthy little secret."

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AN: I've really enjoyed writing this series. I'm deeply appreciative of all the feedback and reblogs. They've fueled my writing and truly made me thankful for each and every one of you.

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Summary: Our darling couple take the first step toward the rest of their lives

It's a cold November morning and once again FRIDAY is calling your name, dragging you from your precious sleep.

"Nooo," you grumble, nuzzling into Loki's chest and tugging the fur comforter over your head. It collides with his nose.

He snorts, pulling it back below his chin. "I'll take it from here, FRIDAY.

"Darling, you do need to get up." He shifts beneath you.

"No," you whine, your voice muffled by the blanket. "I want to stay like this forever." You reach your arm over his bare chest, squeezing it for emphasis.

"As much as I'd enjoy that," he chuckles, "your absence downstairs could cause significant upheaval. Not to mention the breakdown of our fearless leader.

"You weren't here when he went on his feeble-minded caffeine fast. There are beings in Niflhel far more pleasant than our dear Captain without his 'morning Joe.'"

"But you're warm, and...you smell good, and...and...I love you," you say between yawns, before peaking up at him with a pout.

"I love you too," he smiles and gives your forehead a peck. "That doesn't change the fact that it's Monday and you have to go to work."

You throw off the blankets with a dramatic huff. "Fiiine. I hate it when you're right."

Loki chuckles and grabs a robe as he stands, handing another to you.

☕

First things first when you get in the elevator. "FRIDAY, please preheat the ovens for kolaches and turnovers, then check the A-Team agenda and load orders for whoever's on call to the POS."

You can't fault Tony's design; two separate confection ovens, freezer and refrigerator on a vertical conveyor. The contraption stands in the back of your circular kiosk cafe along with a cooling/rising rack, sink, employee entrance, and ample counter space.

Nearest the lobby doors sit the POS station, espresso machines, grab&go fridge, and pastry display. In addition to base cabinets, there's bulk storage accessible via elevator to the garage level. With a voice command to FRIDAY, a central circle in the floor descends while a safety barrier ascends into the workspace.

Plenty of square footage for three people, and on a Monday you need all the help you can get.

Chrysa clocks in with a muttered "Morning" as you're reviewing the Avengers' order:

Medium red eye, black - 'Nat's home from her mission and there's a morning debrief.'

Large dark roast with a shot of DynaPep - 'Tony, apparently trying to kill himself after a night of post-mission "tinkering."'

Extra large cup of Joe, extra cream and an order of mixed pastries - 'Steve got his run in and feels guilty about the early debrief.'

Small cocoa with cinnamon and extra whip - 'Peter's going to be late for school. Really, Steve needs to put that kid's education first.'

Medium Dutch apple pie a la mode latte - 'Thor, making his way through the seasonal menu.'

Extra large dirty chai - 'Scott just got into town.'

You notice a distinct lack of Earl Grey with excessive honey - 'Loki went back to bed. Dick.'

The next few hours are busy, as to be expected. They have you, Chrysa and Dementy rushing around, baking, steaming, and ringing up customers as quickly as possible.

Things begin to slow by 9:30, and around 10 Wanda wanders down in sweats and clogs, a maroon hoodie covering her unbrushed hair.

You start on her turek as soon as you see her. "Hey, what would you like for breakfast? And weren't you supposed to be at the debrief this morning?"

"Hmm...a pumpkin muffin," she smirks. "I popped my head out, told the kid to keep his mouth shut, and bewitched Steve to think I was there before going back to bed.

"I'm not getting up after three hours sleep just to tell Steve everything went as planned."

"What about Nat and Tony?" you ask.

"Stark sent Mark 93 and Nat doesn't sleep half the time anyway."

☕

Wednesday afternoon finds you at a boutique with Nat, Wanda, and Hope, who's visiting for the annual gala. The latter, focused as always, has chosen six sleek, black, barely differentiated dresses and hovers with them hanging over her shoulder while the rest of you decide.

"I can't believe it's been a year since we met," you say as you hold a one-shoulder gown against yourself in the mirror.

"You should try that one on," Nat says, her sultry voice soft but insistent. "It has been a year, hasn't it? So this is a particularly special gala. Is that why you're only looking at dresses in Loki's colors?"

You grin down at the gold taffeta. "Partially. It's more a feeling he's going to do something especially dramatic? I don't know what, exactly, but I haven't seen him this cagy since my birthday. He sent half the people in Times Square to his pocket dimension because I turned down the street before the flash mob was in place."

Wanda snickers.

"You're kidding!" says Hope.

"No," Nat replies, "There was a huge fallout when Steve got back from his 'emergency mission.' Something about 'We don't know if pocket dimensions are safe for humans...that's abduction...what if someone had gotten hurt?!'"

"And don't forget," adds Wanna, "'If you're so concerned, Rogers, I'm happy to send you in there to create safety protocols. We could all use the break from your incessant nagging.'"

☕

You were going to spend Saturday lounging around the flat until you needed to get ready, but Wanda had different plans. She insisted you and the rest of the girls all have a spa day. Thus, in the late afternoon you're stepping off the elevator on your floor with goodbyes to Nat, Shuri, Wanda, Hope and Pepper.

You open the door to find Loki already dressed and pacing nervously in the front room. His curls are raked in lines from the many times he's run his fingers along his scalp. "Loki?" you say. He freezes like a child caught sneaking candy, a hand shooting to his breast pocket before he takes a breath to steady himself. "Is everything ok?"

"Yes," he attempts a carefree smile. "Of course, darling, everything is wonderful. I...uh, I was just concerned you might not make it back in time to get ready."

You raise an eyebrow, amused by his ironically poor lie. "You do realize we don't have to be downstairs for another two hours, right?" Cupping his cheeks, you pull him down to kiss him. "Whatever it is you're so nervous about, I promise it will be ok. God or not, no one is perfect, and I'm not going anywhere."

He calms a bit. "Right. Well, I'm just going to, ah, see if Stark needs any help getting things organized." He checks his pocket again before rushing out the door.

You do your hair and makeup, wandering around the bedroom in only shoes and panties as your gown simply isn't bra-friendly. You're unhooking the dress from its hanger when you hear the front door open.

"Great timing," you call out. "I'm going to need help with this zipper."

Loki enters the room. "Ravishing as always, darling," he grins at your bare chest. "I could help with a lot more than your zipper, you know."

"Says the god who was worried we'd be late?" You smirk.

"Right," he chuckles. "Let's get you into that so I can get you out of it later."

☕

The event space is nearly unrecognizable; Tony's modern minimalism nowhere to be seen.

The chrome columns are covered in black silk, green velvet held against them in sandglass form by thick gold cords. Grand chandeliers twinkle from the high ceilings, alight with five thousand candle flames. A brass quintet sits atop a raised stage opposite the bar, the dance floor spread between them.

"You weren't kidding when you said you'd help Stark," you smile, nodding at the decor. "It's very you." Standing on your toes, you give his cheek a peck.

"Thank you," he takes a steadying breath. "Shall we, er, have a drink? Perhaps some appetizers? Oh look! There's T'Challa and Shuri catching up with my brother. Why don't you join them while I find us sustenance."

You wander over to the group, letting your anxious lover gather food. "Hey," you greet, lightly grazing Shuri's shoulder as you siddle between her and T'Challa.

The king greets you with a tight hug. "It has been far too long. You have to come visit us in Wakanda.

"Okoye keeps talking about getting a Starbucks, but I told her there's better coffee to be had from international sources."

Thor lights up as his brother joins the group, handing you a cocktail and a plate of hors d'oeuvres. "Are you ready?" he asks Loki, a shiteating grin on his face.

"Will you desist?!" Loki says through gritted teeth, attempting to surreptitiously stomp on his brother's toes.

You pop a stuffed mushroom in your mouth and pretend not to notice while you listen to Shuri describe her latest invention. As your discussion of the device begins to dwindle, you hear the opening notes of a familiar waltz.

Loki clears his throat, his hand extended. "May I?"

You take it and he leads you to the dance floor. You can't take your eyes off him. His floor craft is perfection as together you dance smoothly through the other couples.

You know not just the steps, but how he'll take them, making reflexive shifts in your footwork to blend precisely into his.

His hands are comforting as he holds you, his natural scent like burning pine and fresh snow. His vibrant green eyes are full of awe of you and the glowing adoration reflected on your face.

When the song ends, he spins you to the center of the dancefloor. Your skirt settles and you find him kneeling as he holds your hand and a stunning emerald ring.

"Darling," he looks at you with batted breath. "Will you do me the honor of being my princess?"

"Loki, oh my god! Yes, yes, of course I will. Nothing could make me happier!" As soon as he slips the ring on, you pull him into a fervent kiss and the band strikes up the wedding march. You know that wherever you are, so long as you're with him, you'll be home.

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Bayverse!Leo Headcanons

Hi everyone!

I'm back at it again with the Bayverse headcanons, and this time we have the fearless leader in blue Leo. I've been thinking about these movies more and more often since one of my friends watched them for the first time. I know that this version of Leo isn't everyone's favorite and I honestly think the writer's did his character dirty in Out of the Shadows so I really wanted to sit and write out some headcanons to do him a bit justice. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of insomnia, anxiety and anxiety attacks, slight spoilers for the movies if you haven't seen them

Word count: 657

Leo is a pretty big fan of puzzles. When Splinter would go to the surface for supplies he would sometimes come home with a puzzle that was dumped behind one of the toy stores. He would either do them by himself or with Donnie.

Game shows are his bread and butter. Growing up there were specific game shows he would watch with each of his brothers. He would watch Jeopardy with Donnie, Press Your Luck with Raph, and any sort of music based game show with Mikey.

They still watch game shows together regularly.

Surprisingly, Leo wasn't a super big fan of tea at first. Splinter let him try a sip when he was a kid and called it "dirt water." Now he drinks it all the time.

His favorite is green tea with a bit of honey, but he also enjoys a good Earl Grey or chai tea.

He only has one mug that he uses for tea. It's a mug Mikey had made and gifted him when they were kids and he has used it almost everyday since.

Leo has never been a fan of anything too sweet. His favorite candy growing up though was M&M's.

Loves, loves, loves music. Growing up Splinter found them a radio and the boys were SO EXCITED. Leo would listen to it for hours and hours.

Because of this (outside of his meditation, he likes to have complete silence so he can focus) Leo will have some sort of music playing in the background.

Leo has a really nice singing voice but would rather walk on hot coals than be caught singing.

He sometimes finds it hard to partake in or share hobbies with his younger brothers. Ever since they went to the surface for the first time (against their father's wishes I'm sure) he's constantly trying to look out for and protect his family. It's hard to partake in hobbies when you have to constantly remain vigilant.

Leo sometimes thinks that he is the one that is solely responsible for the safety of his family. So when big (sometimes life changing) decisions come his way he gets scared and acts rash.

Leo can definitely be a blockhead sometimes. He sometimes oversteps boundaries by using his authority, not only as the leader of the group but also as the eldest brother. It's in these moments when he needs a big piece of humble pie.

He's got a bit of insomnia. Leo was never sleep adverse like Donnie was, but after saving the world twice and working with the NYPD Leo is under more pressure than usual and it's taking a bit of a toll on his mental health.

Leo's anxiety was much worse as a kid and because of this he was an anxious puker. He's learned to cope with his anxiety over the years but sometimes when a particular patrol goes the wrong way or someone gets hurt that's when he starts to revert back to those behaviors.

He didn't have too many anxiety attacks as a kid and doesn't have too many now that he's older but they do creep in every now and then.

Leo tries really hard to be a good big brother, and when he looks back on his poor leadership and the way he was a bad brother in Out of the Shadows he genuinely feels terrible. Sometimes he doesn't know what to say to his brothers so he tries to give it some time before he tries to give an apology.

Sometimes it's hard for him not to think that he hasn't failed his siblings as their oldest brother. He thinks about all the times he's had an argument with Raph or the times when he's shot down Donnie's ideas as fast as a bullet or when he calls Mikey an idiot and he cringes so hard. He beats himself up over it sometimes.

Leo strives to be a better older brother.

[catgrassplantdad]

weekly tag wednesday 🎃

thanks for tagging me @deedala @creepkinginc @energievie @crossmydna !!! 💜

Name: jessie

Age: 33

Favorite color: earthy greens and burnt oranges 🌲🧡

What emoji best describes your current mood? 😰

What season is it where you are right now? autumn🍂

Were you up before or after the sun this morning? after.

Are you currently in possession of a pumpkin? three teeny tiny ones that my mom brought over! one for me, one for my husband, one for our cat lol

Do you prefer to carve or paint your jack-o-lanterns? carve! but it's been a few years since i did that. 🎃

Do you have a favorite pumpkin-spice flavored treat? If so, what is it? i prefer a baked good to a flavored drink, like i love a pumpkin muffin with cream cheese frosting.

What's your favorite season and what's your favorite pie that you associate with it? autumn and pecan pie. mm. 🥧

We're having a pot-luck, what are you going to bring? mulled wine and cheese and onion pie.

It's chilly outside and you need a hot drink in your hands, what are you drinking? black coffee or a dirty chai ☕

Will you be wearing a costume for Halloween? Is it ready? i won't be wearing a costume this year but i do have a costume ready from when i was garth from wayne's world a few years ago. i also have a big fancy witch hat that i throw on when i'm giving out candy to trick or treaters.

Finally, what's something you've made or done recently that you're proud of? kicking my ass into gear and getting back into my regular workout routine. i miss my boulder shoulders. i miss being energized and sleeping better. but i'm doing really well with it and i'm proud and i feel good!

tagging @howlinchickhowl @gallawitchxx @whatwouldmickeydo @heymrspatel @whatthebodygraspsnot @gardenerian @squidyyy23 @rereadanon @thisdivorce @too-schoolforcool @suzy-queued @darlingian @mmmichyyy @palepinkgoat @sleepyfacetoughguy @arrowflier if you guys wanna play 🖤

[ladylucksrogue]

Get to know me asks

Thanks for the tag @merlyn-bane 💚💚

Last Song: Easy Like Sunday Morning by Temuera Morrison…if you have not heard this, you are missing out

Favorite Color: currently green 💚

Last Movie/TV show: Jack Reacher season 2, started the Star Wars Holiday Special last night and still have to finish it…

Sweet/spicy/savory: savory. Unless there is pie.

Relationship Status: happily married. He drives me crazy sometimes but I think I'll keep him 😉

Last Thing You Googled: If the Star Wars Holiday Special was available in German somewhere so that my husband can suffer through it with me. It's not.

Current Obsession: Star Wars, always. All the new Obitine stuff lately, keep it coming everyone. Also Codywan. My new scarf, ponchos, fuzzy socks. Dirty chai. Anything to keep warm.

No pressure tags: @ashlanoree @tideswept @somethingsteff @quigonsjeans @confident-but-mostly-confused @sendpseuds @impossibleprincess35 @palfriendpatine66 @elwenyere @frostbitebakery

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 3 - Red Dead Redemption

Seconds away from arriving at the Calcutta port, most of the Stardust Crusaders were voicing their reticence and nervousness about the country - The land of curry, the land of rampant diseases, the land of dirtiness - And so on. Thankfully, Avdol, who was well-travelled through all parts of the world, was quick to reassure them their worries were unwarranted, and educated them on the beauties of India and its vast, rich culture. 

Unfortunately, as soon as they stepped off the ship, they were perfectly surrounded and engulfed by the ocean of people trying to sell them whatever things they had; They were so cluttered that the foreigners got perfectly assimilated and hardly capable of moving further, and out of the crowd. With a population of over eleven million, it's really no wonder they barely had any space to move.

Joseph stepped in a cow pie, Polnareff was having his bag wrestled, Noriaki's wallet had been stolen, Kisara's curves have been groped and Jotaro was tugged on by children to give them money. "A little help, pretty please?" the lady whined, struggling to grab anyone's hand and be dragged the hell out of the crowd. Thankfully, her brother was able to reach her out with his stand, while he himself clinged on JoJo's arm, and the two Kakyoin brothers were able to escape thanks to the brunet's physical prowess. "We owe you, JoJo." the siblings panted for air, happy to get out of that suffocating pit. 

After a lot of effort, the party found their way into the city and picked a pretty fancy restaurant where Avdol introduced them to 'chai', one of India's most popular drinks, a sweet concoction of black tea, sugar, ginger and milk. For Kisara especially, who loved sweet drinks, it was a pleasant beverage. "The only thing I like about this place so far is the chai." she muttered under her breath. "At least we've finally got some peace and quiet." Joseph sighed a little tired. "Please, be patient with India. Once you get used to it, you'll see how wonderful this country is." Avdol confidently vouched for this place. "You know, I kinda like this place. It's pretty cool." Kisara looked at Jotaro with horror at his comment. Was he serious?! "What, Jotaro, you can't be serious!" his Grandpa also was riddled with shock.

Kisara leaned in to her brother to look at the menu and ordered a poultry dish before excusing herself to the bathroom. Weirdly enough, their server followed her to offer her a... Pole? To use? Well, whatever, weird country, weird customs, she thought - Until she saw the pig head sticking up the toilet and oinking aggressively up at her. She wasn't one to get startled all too easily, but this... This made Kisara squeal like a little girl out of all sorts of grossed out emotions, so much that tears threatened to escape her gleaming, traumatised eyes.

The server explained to her that there was  a pigstry underneath the bathroom, and when they get hungry, well... They come up to eat more... Human dejections. Kisara outright felt like fainting on the spot, seeing him hit the pig's face with the pole, making such a sleazy, creepy face. "Our manager gets the pig to lick his buttocks and always sings his praises. He gets it so clean." 

That's it. She can't take it anymore. Kisara bolted the hell out of there, and once she got to the table, she dragged her chair glued to her brother's and buried herself in his arms, trying to stop her shudders while he petted her hair. "What happened? You look distraught." "I wanna go home. I hate this place." she whined pathetically. "Don't order pig and don't go to the bathroom unless you want to be traumatised." "Huh? What do you mean?" Joseph asked, surprised to see the steadfast girl so shaken up. "The pig pen is right under the bathroom. They stick their heads up the toilet." Jotaro saw her brother's face changing also to one of disgust upon realisation at the implication - Not only the pigs were eating their shit and piss, but they could even lick you. How miserable. "EEEEEWWWWWW!" gramps cringed visibly, just thinking of how disgusting that sounded. "... I don't really feel like eating anything anymore." Kakyoin gulped, continuing to comfort his sister.

Thankfully or not, the horrified party had their thoughts disturbed by a commotion created by Polnareff who ran outside, and them after him. He saw the mirror stand of the Hanged Man, the bastard who killed his sister. The scum who shamelessly trampled Sherry's life, soul and dignity.  With his sister's murderer finally in reach, Polnareff concluded he will be travelling alone from there on - He was impatient and would be putting himself at a disadvantage, were he to just wait a sitting duck for him to attack. 

It didn't matter that he had no clue what he looked like, or that the Stand's actual power was unknown still - That he has two right hands and the notion Frenchie is after him serves as enough motivation for the silver haired man to go on. "Tough talk from a man who's digging his own grave." Avdol was pissed that Polnareff was recklessly throwing himself in danger.  "Are you trying to say I can't win?" the French ego was high, though he hadn't even the time to asses the situation he was getting into.  "Yes! Can't you see? The enemy attacked to isolate you! I won't let you go alone, Polnareff!" Avdol's comment angered the frenchman who clearly wasn't one to think much before going headstrong into battle. "I never once gave a damn about Dio. I told you in Hong Kong I'd tag along so I could get my revenge. Mr. Joestar and Jotaro already know this. I've been alone from the start! I've always been fighting alone!" Polnareff was a hilarious fool. "You, fool! Did you forget that Dio brainwashed you? Did you forget he's the root of all this?" Avdol got in his face to scold him for his selfishness. "You have no idea how it feels to have your sister murdered!" Polnareff's hostile tone rung through the streets. "I heard the last time you met Dio, you ran like a dog with his tail between his legs! A coward like you would never understand why I need to do this!"  "Wh-What did you say?!" Avdol was shaking with a myriad of emotions running through his veins. "Kisara was brave and manipulated Dio into telling her the location of her brother! She traveled the world all alone and defeated me in one shot, only to rescue her brother! Why can a little girl like her do all that, when you, a grown up adult with fighting experience and knowledge ran away the second he smelled danger? Huh?!" Kisara rose a surprised eyebrow. "Because she alone can understand my anguish because she knows the pains of being away from your dear sibling!" "I... Really don't think I did anything all that fantastic." she felt pretty embarrassed being spoken of, in the middle of a fight. "You're offended? Well, don't forget - Right now, I'm a hella lot more pissed off than you!" he pointed his finger in Avdol's face. "You can keep to yourself with your holier than thou attitude, Avdol!" "Why, you...!" Avdol's attempt at punching the frenchie was hindered by Joseph catching his wrist and pulling him away. "Just leave him be. Nothing can stop him now." Mr. Joestar's voice was calm, to help his friend cool down a little. "I've lost all respect for him, that's all." he sighed, keeping his eyes closed to gather himself. "My impression of him was completely wrong." he hung his head down. "I did indeed run in fear from him, but I'm certain that foresight will let us win. Rushing in without thinking, will get us killed!" "Then, I'll say this with certainty, too - Your little divination will be wrong; Just like how you predicted Kisara to betray you based on a stupid card." he flicked away Avdol's necklace disrespectfully, before leaving away, getting lost into the crowd.

The party remained silent, retreating to their respective rooms, before returning to the restaurant of the grand hotel for dinner. Everyone was a little surprised that Polnareff actually did leave them so foolishly, but there was little they could do in that regard.  The pouring rain stopped by the next day afternoon, and with lunch not even finished, Avdol bolted away, all by himself, worried out of his mind for the lost french lamb. These two were trouble. The remaining Crusaders also ran after him, having to split up to somehow manage to find either of the two problematic men. 

Who managed to find who, was still unknown, but by the time Kisara ended up where a crowd was dispersing, she found Avdol in a pool of his own blood. "Damn." she muttered, kneeling by him, and activating her Stand's bright power on her palms, she touched his forehead and chest, keeping her eyes closed and trying to focus on healing him. She wasn't sure how long she was there for, but a shade created by two silhouettes attracted her attention, and she looked up to see the two Joestars looking down at the picture before him. "He's not dead, but he's not good either." "Can you save him?" Jotaro crouched to her side, clenching the bloody scarf of the wounded one. "Yes, I can save him, but I can't heal him to perfection - Not like this." she explained in a soft voice. "You've got a healing Stand?" Joseph's eyes widened, quickly crouching in front of her also. "Sort of." she nodded her head. "His injuries are severe, in the sense of... Risk of possible nerve damage. He was shot in the frontal lobe, right here -- And stabbed very close to his spine, which could render him paralysed and, uh - Lobotomized. His heart and lungs also are at great risk, with the way the knife was twisted." "What's to be done, then?" Joseph asked, seeing the white bright light emanating from the injuries. "We have to bring him to a hospital. Not only would it take me hours upon hours to properly heal him, which we don't have the luxury of... Not the proper hygiene and the medical supplies to keep the wounds aseptic... He also needs a long period of rest, so that he can recover properly." "Alright. We'll get him to the hospital." Mr. Joestar slapped his knees. "Is he safe to pick up and transport?" "I stopped the hemorrhage and managed to block away any imminent problem. I think he's fine to transport." with Kisara giving them her seal of approval, Jotaro helped his grandpa put Avdol on the back of the truck and held onto him while the girl continued keeping him stabilized with her power. "Has anyone seen my brother?"

Thankfully, the hospital was pretty close to their location, and with the right amount of money, Avdol received the greatest emergency treatment he could get in Calcutta, and even a private recovery room for himself. With Avdol's problem solved, they had to search far and wide for Kakyoin - Somehow though, all roads leads to the same common point, and Noriaki and Jean-Pierre were found back in the city, scaring the hell out of this man calling himself Hol Horse, who had The Emperor Stand. Before he could run away, Jotaro stopped him with a grave punch to the face, making him fall flat to the ground. 

With the notion that they offered Avdol a burial, instead of hospital care as the truth was, Polnareff got so angry that he wanted to tear Hol Horse apart. Noriaki explained the coward who backstabbed Avdol was J. Geil, but the Emperor's bullet was the supposed cause of death.  Frenchie took out his stand. "Your Sentence is Death." he growled, ready to commit murder to avenge his friend; Just before he could though, a woman tackled him to the ground, begging Hol Horse to run away and escape. The pretty woman was desperately in love with the man, confessing her endless adoration for him and vowing to always protect him.

"Talk about desperation." Kisara whistled in surprise, putting her arm around her brother and checking him for any injuries - Thankfully, he was in perfect shape.  "I'M ONLY RUNNING AWAY BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, BABY! FOREVER AND EVER!" the jerk was already galloping away on a horse. He was long gone out of their sight by the time Polnareff got back on his feet and dragged the woman clinging onto his leg. 

Joseph, as always, was a great sense of reason for the party, and the one able to calm them down to collect themselves and their thoughts. As he took out a handkerchief to bandage up the woman's arm scratch, he explained that Avdol was dead and nothing could be done about that; They had to continue their journey ahead and achieve their goals. "A'ight! We continue onward to Egypt!" Polnareff walked in front of them, as if he was a leader. "Listen up! To defeat Dio, we have to fight as one! We can't go off on our own, or we'll play right into the enemy's hands! Got it? Let's move on!" "Stop right there." Kisara lazily stepped in front of him, her hands on her hips like an annoyed mother. "Who made you the leader here, hm?" she smirked playfully, though he seemed a little intimidated; He knew he had been in the wrong, and it was his fault that Avdol died - This was his redemption. "W-Well, you see, I--" "Piss off." she scoffed, bumping him away from the spotlight with her hip. "I'm the only one here who knows how to block Dio's influence and power." "R-Right... I suppose you're not wrong..." he mumbled, stepping back in line next to the others.  "That being said..." she turned around abruptly, like she was in the military. "Mr. Joestar, lead the way, if you will." she chuckled lightly. "I am directionally challenged. I wouldn't want to get you guys lost." "Trust me. You don't want her to lead you, guys. We always get lost when hiking." Noriaki chuckled, stepping next to his sister and pulling her in a side-hug.  "Yare Yare. What a mess." no matter how irked he might look, Jotaro was very much enjoying the light-heartedness of the group.

For some reason, this woman named Nena followed the group on the bus heading towards Varanasi, yet unlike before, she now seemed devoid of any kind of life or emotion, almost as if she was a marionette being manipulated by a masterful puppeteer. No matter how much Polnareff tried to speak random things to her, or even flirt, she barely responded at all, except for muttering her name.

In a short time, they arrived to the sacred city of Varanasi, a place for holy people, for the young, the old and the sick; Where cows, dogs, monkey and food for human consumption lie alongside excrement and corpses for cremation. For some reason, people were said to remain transfixed to the holiness of this city. "I can't find the appeal of a culture whose religion encouraged and worshipped women who burnt themselves alive to be reborn as worthy of love for their husbands." Kisara shivered a little, thinking of the poor women killed in ritualistic cremation and what not.

Once they stepped on the land, Jotaro noticed his grandpa wasn't looking all that great. The small bug bite he had on his forearm somehow got infected to such an impossible degree, that it looked rather suspicious. Before it could worsen, Joseph agreed to go to the clinic and get it drained and what not; So until Joseph was done with his little problem, the rest were to sightsee around the place. Polnareff went off with Nena, all by themselves, while the three Japanese students looked around the many stalls of the bazaar. 

It was really quite boring for them, so they decided to go to a restaurant and drink some soda and talk about little things like school and whatever movies and music they were interested in. "Kisara, do you want me to paint your nails?"  "Oh, I'd love that!" Kisara smiled as she took out five nail polish bottles. "JoJo, what colour should I choose?" Jotaro looked at her weirdly and sighed; Whatever, it was just some normalcy added to this bizarre trip. It doesn't mean much anyway. "This one." "You picked my favourite! I call it - Princess Pink. It's the prettiest soft pink, and my favourite colour. It has some glitter too!" she pulled the others back in the bag and handed it to her brother for his artistry to come forth.  "JoJo, do you like Sumo?" Nori asked. "Yeah." the boy grunted. "Haven't missed any of Kitanoumi Toshimitsu's matches. Too bad he retired."  "Ahh, you have great tastes." Nori grinned. "I think Taiho Koki is also pretty good."  "They both became Yokozuna at just 21 years old, didn't they?" Kisara asked, only knowing them because of her brother's interest. "I didn't know you were interested in Sumo." Jotaro noted. "Not as much as other styles, but we both watch whatever combat matches we can find." she shrugged lazily. "I'm a big fan of Master Ueshida-san, the founder of Aikido, but my favourite Aiki practitioner will forever be Master Shioda Gozo." "He did have some impressive performances on TV." Jotaro nodded his head in acknowledgement.

Weirdly enough, nothing eventful happened until evening came - But when they grouped up again, they were most wanted fugitives. Joseph's bug bite turned out to be the malevolent Stand of The Empress which he had to ultimately defeat - Unfortunately for all of them, the Stand caused such a ruckus and even the death of a doctor that the police got involved and they had to run the hell away. At least he solved the problem he created by getting a car and designated Polnareff as the driver, throwing the car key his way - Only for it to get stuck in the Frenchie's hair. Poor man was slumped down and depressed after the woman he had a crush on turned out to be an ugly wretch who tried to kill them... And vomited a whole river on him. 

With a new trajectory ahead of them, the crew left the (un)holy city of Varanasi and drove towards Pakistan through the horribly bumpy paths towards the Indo-Pakistani border.  In front of them appeared a car that kept dangerously close to them through the narrow road, leaving them in deep dust. They had to quickly pass him, otherwise they would get their visibility destroyed by clouds of grime; Frenchie was living dangerously, and passed the car rather recklessly, even throwing a ton of little rocks at it - Truly, another such incident was the last thing they needed. 

Out of nowhere, Polnareff hit the breaks hard, pointing towards the hitchhiker waiting by a traffic sign - It was Anne, grinning mischievously at them. "Yare Yare Daze..." Jotaro sighed, tipping his head in disdain. "Hey! We meet again." she threw a peace sign, taking off her hat and grinning innocently at the party. "How about a ride?" with Kisara sitting in the middle of the two Joestars, she kept Anne on her lap as she continued rambling on about silly things. Well, perhaps it was better with some mood-lightening, considering all they had around lately was death and gloomy things. "I mean, I'm a woman after all. Soon, I'll have to wear a bra and do my nails for the boys. It would be pathetic if I was still wandering the world by then. This is the only chance I'll get!"  "Did you just indirectly call me pathetic?" Kisara looked up at the girl, a little pissed.  "W-Well... N-No, I-" Anne's eyes widened, realising her mistake. "Kisara and I have always wanted to travel the world, but we didn't really have much time because of our studies." Nori turned back to them with a smile. "It's all a matter of priorities and financial stability." Kisara shrugged. "And someone reliable who won't let you get lost." "How did you even manage to find us? I kept wondering about that for a while." her brother asked, seeing her wry, awkward smile. "Ergh, well... Dio said you were back in Japan, so I went to the airport in Cairo and got a ticket back for Japan. It was only by luck that the plane had a stop in Hong Kong and I went to the restaurant to eat something, and found you there. It was... Really quite a bizarre coincidence, but I'm glad it happened." Kisara scratched the back of her neck with an iffy smile. "We were in Japan, a day prior, that is true." he nodded. "It really was lucky."

The car behind them seemed to be revving up the engine, signaling he was in a hurry, so Polnareff got the window down and gestured him to pass them - Only for the jerk to speed down again and get all the dust in their car. Jotaro was witty enough to ask whether anyone managed to get a look at the driver's face, but the windows were all dusted up. No doubt, by now, most of them were getting the idea that this guy could be an enemy Stand user.

Still, he did roll up the window and gestured for them to pass him, to which Frenchie gladly complied, only to find themselves face to face with a huge truck ready to turn them into crepes. Were it not for Jotaro's Star punch to the truck and Kisara's shield to keep them from harm, their car wouldn't have safely flipped in the air and landed without damaging anyone. 

"He's gone!" Joseph tsk'ed in irritation at almost getting killed like that. "Looks like he drove off..." Kisara concluded. "What do you think?" Jotaro asked. "Think that bastard in the car is an enemy Stand user? Or some sick bastard with a bone to pick?" "I vote for Stand user." the girl muttered. "Of course he's one of Dio's lackeys!" the Frenchman exclaimed with reason. "We were almost roadkill, for God's sake." "But he didn't attack with anything that resembled a Stand." Nori pointed out. "We said the same thing about the ape and it turned out the whole ship was the Stand. What if it's the same now, but with the car?" Kisara asked. "Regardless, we have to keep heading to the border." Joseph groaned, seeing the hood of their card being so badly damaged. "If we see that car again, we'll take him out, whoever it is." "What should we do about that truck?" Nori pointed towards the smokey truck they hit, laying on the side of the road. "Star Platinum left it a wreck. It won't be going anywhere." Jotaro tipped hit hat solemnly, looking away from the destruction he committed. "We pretend we never saw it. Now let's get going." Out of nowhere though, Anne started blushing, looking up at JoJo with starry eyes. "S-So cool... And dreamy..." she grinned like a little girl having her first crush, unaware that everyone in the party was looking at her in surprise. "JoJo the heartthrob, huh?" Kisara sniggered playfully at the boy glaring at her; He looked so adorable when he was deathly embarrassed like that. Eventually, they found a small tea-place where travelers can take a rest and drink something refreshing after a long time on the road, and though everyone ordered some sugarcane juice with lemon, they found the mysterious red car by the foot of a tree, but there was no driver in sight. Unfortunately, with no one going out of their way to single themselves out as being the Stand user... The Crusaders started beating up all of the poor, unfortunate souls who were just there to rest. "H-Hey, you guys, that's enough!" both Kakyoin siblings tried in vain to stop the others, until the car engine revved up again, and the bastard slipped past them without as much seeing his face - Again - Flexxing on them and starting the engine so loudly, sprinting away as though he was in the leaderboard at some kind of racing game.

Polnareff urged them swiftly back to their own car and hit the acceleration pedal, rushing after that bastard as if they were in Gran Trak 10 or something, but they ended up losing him, almost as though he dissipated out of thin air; But the road ended with the edge of a high cliff, only passable through a hanging bridge, one person at a time.  They were far too close to the edge though - Far, far too close for Kisara's comfort - And her nervousness was wasn't unwarranted. Everyone gasped at the sudden, bruske pounding in the back of the car; The jerk was ramming into them aggressively - But how did he get behind them, when he was much in the front?

Polnareff did his best in keeping their car on the spot, hitting the handle to go backwards, but whatever insane power the enemy's junk of a car had, was overwhelming their own. "There's no use! Get out of the car, fast!" the man quickly took off the seatbelt, only for Noriaki to scold him - With him rushing to get out, there was no one to hold the brakes. "S-Sorry!"

The bastard managed to push them off the infinitely high cliff; The whole car was filled with their shrieks, but it was Kakyoin, calling forth Hierophant Green, that tried to save them. "Stop! Hierophant Green can't support this kind of weight! You'll be torn to shreds!" Joseph cried out in distress.  "Mr. Joestar, with all due respect, I am aware of my own abilities." her brother smirked confidently, attaching the wince of their car, to the enemy's own.  "Nice one, Kakyoin." JoJo praised. "Since you like sumo, I bet you like deadlocks at the edge of the ring, a'ight?" he matched Nori's own mischievous wickedness, leaning forward as Star grabbed the rope, swinging their car back up, punching the enemy's car so they were back on the ground, landing with a painful thud, while the bastard fell to his doom.  "Yeah, I'm a big fan of sumo." Nori chuckled. "You two convinced me." Kisara sighed, a shaken up smile on her face. "This was as insanely cool as the legendary Raiden Tameemon." "I'm glad we could get you to our side, sis." the red head looked back at the two. "But, you see, it's against the rules to punch your opponent." "Not by Ancient Sumo rules!" she giggled lightly.

All of them exited the car and looked down past the edge of the cliff; The car was in shambles, with fire and smoke going up into the skies. With no real Stand attack, they simply concluded that jerk was just some screwed up weirdo.  Though they thought him dead, Anne wondered how he managed to get behind them - And the radio of their own car began snarking them. 

"Damn. Kisara was right. I think this proves the old jalopy could very well be a Stand." Jotaro gruffed, glaring at the car. Just as the radio announced the Stand's name was Wheel of Fortune, something akin to an earthquake was freaked them out. "Everyone, get in the car, quick!" Joseph's order was immediately cut off by his grandson's. "No! Don't get anywhere near that car!" and just as the schoolboy expected, from underneath their car, the enemy's car, as screwed up as it was, burrowed up through the ground, morphing into a most threatening and dangerous war machine with razor-sharp metal spikes.  "You've GOT to be kidding me." Kisara was staring in horror at the atrocity in front of her.  "It's going to attack!" the damn car was rushing straight at them, ready to actually turn them into pathetic roadkill.

Jotaro smirked, stepping in front of everyone, ready to punch the car away again. "Want to see who's stronger?"  "DON'T, JOTARO! DON'T FIGHT IT YET! NOT UNTIL WE KNOW WHAT THAT STAND'S POWER IS!" gramps yelled at him, afraid for his life, yet all were petrified to see Kisara leaping protectively in front of the brunet, one arm behind her back, while the other was extended forwards, the palm up as if to forbid him from passing through. "You shall not pass!" just like Gandalf from Lord of the Rings spoketh, a bright wall of light appeared in front of them, shielding the part from whatever it was that the car tried to throw at them, and also, making the enemy bump into it so hard that it was driven backward. "You don't get to harm my friends while I'm around." "S-So cool!" Joseph was envious of her swag. "What's it shooting at us?" Jotaro asked, getting closer and examining the stains left on the pristine shield. "No clue." she shrugged her shoulders. "But these things are like bullets, and just as deadly." "Let's get away from here." Jotaro picked Kisara's wrist and tugged lightly, urging her to follow the party through the canyon. Even through the tightest places, the car morphed again to excavate the rocks and get to them.

As they kept running away even further, though with no end destination in their sight, Anne fell down and didn't seem to bother getting up; Instead, she started crying like a little brat for her hero-crush to rescue her. "I'm a runaway! I'm a good-for-nothing kid! No one loves me! I'm always alone! I'm gonna die!" "What a brat." Kisara scoffed, sitting on the edge of the cliff. "Yare Yare." JoJo grabbed her with ease, pulling her up. "If you have time to say all that crap, you can run away, little brat." he scolded her... Only for her to start squeaking in delight. "Ahhh, I love you so much, Jotaro!" everyone sighed in defeat. "Hurry up already." Kisara urged them, helping each of the Crusaders up. "I'm gonna steal your man, sis!" as Jotaro let go of the child, she started bouncing up and down with intense, sparkling glee. Kisara and Jotaro could only look at each other weirdly and with deep confusion. Kids really were confusing as hell.

The nasty car morphed its wheels to have more spikes and climb up in front of them. The brunet waved them to stand behind him. "Kisara, take care of them." he instructed. "Guess there's no choice but to fight."  "I can't protect two parties at the same time." she warned him carefully.  "That's fine. I can handle it." he reassured her. "Once he climbs up here, his undercarriage'll be exposed. We'll see how strong it is then." "I see. Its underside might be vulnerable to attack!" Noriaki noted, though a little on edge. 

Before Jotaro could attack though, he got gunned down by what they were told were gasoline bullets. He was now doused in a tone of highly flammable fuel, and on the ground. "Now all you need is a little jolt!" "JOJO!" completely disregarding his prior instruction, Kisara leapt forward and threw her arms around the boy's head, protectively pulling him into her embrace-shield, a second before that sucker made a spark out of uniting together a few wires and putting them aflame. "KISARA!" they could hear her brother's freaked out shout. "JOTARO!" Joseph, also, was being held back by the others. "JOJO, NO!" Anne was screeching, distraught at seeing her crush growl in pain, aflame and dying before her very eyes like roasted game.

All that people could see, amidst the flames and the denigrating cackling of the enemy, was the cremated silhouette of the two teenagers lost at war; Or so they thought. "That's it! Part three ends here!"  "Oh? Then who'll be taking the place of the one and only Kujo Jotaro?" Jotaro's punch broke through the ground, pulling himself and Kisara up.  "No - You couldn't possibly think that would be you, aye?" Kisara taunted the enemy.  "A little parting wisdom - What you said earlier about paths..." the young man got them both from underneath the ground, glaring at the Stand user harshly. "Was wrong. You see, in life, you have to forge your own path." his confident mocking made Kisara smile. "Let Kujo Jotaro show you how it's done. All you need is a little push." "Don't worry - There's nowhere to run." the girl giggled, watching Star Platinum completely crush the impertinent fuck who dared attack them, so much so that the user was punched away, dragging down through the ground until he hit a rock. "See? Your body made a nice path for yourself - You literally made a road with it." Kisara couldn't help but giggle at his snark. "Here ends the lesson."

The enemy, quite literally, but a small, fat coward who had incredibly buff arms. Insane. What an odd fellow indeed. What a bluff. Everyone got the opportunity to walk all over him and even laugh at his pitifulness, as the red car turned into a small run-down car. "Oh, God. I can't believe the Stand was disguising such a small car." Joseph looked at the dilapidated car with bewilderness. "Kinda reminds me of a fluffy little sheep that's just been shorn. How pathetic."

As the others wrote a sign with 'I am a monk in the midst of spiritual training. Respect my ascetic practice by not undoing my restraints.' and tied him up with chains upside down to a boulder, Kisara picked Jotaro's burnt coat, examining it. It was charred up beyond repair. So focused on the ruined coat, she didn't realise at first that the light was eclipsed by the shadow of a familiar silhouette, until he spoke up. "Thanks for the aid. Didn't wanna end up as roast pig." Kisara looked up at the boy, and her heart melted at that relaxed, beautiful smile of his. "You'd be the farthest thing from a pig, silly man." she scoffed playfully. "I am sorry I couldn't save your coat though. It is also far too damaged to repair it." "That's fine. I'll just get another." he shrugged. "It was getting pretty hot anyway." She looked away with a faint blush, grinned in amusement. "There's no girl alive that would complain from seeing you like this." "How shameless." he chuckled leisurely.  "I... Am also sorry for getting so close to you." she smiled bashfully. "I panicked when I figured you could be turned into a birthday candle." "No harm done. Your Stand is really something else." unexpectedly though, just as he said that, Jotaro felt a gentle hug. He turned his head to the side, only to see two familiar green eyes and the flowing red hair of a smiling princess. "Huh?" he looked between the tender-looking feminine being, and at the horror-struck woman in front of him; They looked so much alike, it was almost terrifying. Now he understood why she mentioned being two sides of the same card. "Marilyn...?" "JoJo." the beautiful Stand floated next to her user, did a princess-like courtesy by pinching her pretty pink dress, and she disappeared.  "I wanna kill myself." Kisara's grin was forced and pained. "Did she come out by herself?" JoJo asked, surprised. "She does that sometimes... When she's overwhelmed by emotions." she coughed, looking away. "She, uh... Healed your wounds just now." "Huh. You're right. Thanks." he couldn't miss the flustered pink of her cheeks. "I suppose even Stand ladies can't complain when I take my coat off, huh?" his teasing only made her hide her face in her palms from embarrassment. How adorable. "Fine. She wanted you to see her. And wants to hang out with Star." the girl muttered. "She's a pretty... Sentient Stand. Very much like a human, actually. It's sometimes scary how human she can be." not only did she have emotions, but she could speak a little and she looked so much like her user, that it was almost freaky.

Though, even Jotaro couldn't say much in that regard - Star Platinum looked similar to him in physique also, and his eyes and hair was the same, save for the length of it. Still, Marilyn's body was just like Kisara's, save the fact that it was shining bright white like a silver unicorn, and she was wearing such a lovely princess pink dress, and small heels.  The Devil, Upright; The Devil, in Reverse.  Was this what Kisara wanted to be? What she wished she could become, but the fear of danger incoming is hindering her from being who she wants to be? Even so, Jotaro had to admit - Whether she was wearing street clothes and attempting a neo-samurai look, or twirling around all cutesy in those dresses, and a sparkly bow in her hair - Kakyoin Kisara was a lovely woman, and her smile made his heart leap a little. 

The two didn't speak much for the rest of the journey towards the city; Not only was Jotaro still flattered and impressed by Kisara's care for him, but she, also, hadn't gotten over the embarrassment that her naughty stand caused.  With them two sticking together to the nearest seamstress to get his coat done again, the party took Anne to the airport; Though she didn't want to part from them, Joseph was kind enough to explain how important their journey in saving Holly was, so she reluctantly agreed.  The poor tailor woman never received such an odd request, a Japanese highschool coat sure was ridiculous for a Pakistani to seam, but with Kisara quickly sketching a reliable version of the coat, she had no problem in recreating the charred up coat. Not only were they done at the tailor's shop pretty fast, leaving with an accurate, 100% wool coat that was a perfect fit, but they managed to see Anne's plane taking off also. Silly little brat.

And thus the Stardust Crusaders' journey continued further into Pakistan, through the thick fog that engulfed the abrupt roads by the cliffs, and ready to search for lodging for the night...

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[theprinceofspades404]

Apple Pie Dirty Chai:

1 chai tea bag 1 apple cinnamon tea bag 1 cup coffee 1/3 cup milk 3 tbsp brown sugar As much caramel syrup as you want ^^ (Sometimes I substitute the brown sugar for a splash of Chai Syrup.)

I make this for my family and they love it. Hell, I don't like coffee and even I enjoy it.

Chai tea bag + lil but of brown sugar + apple cider packet + 16 oz. mug of hot but not quite boiling water

it will not Fix You but like. maybe. maybe.

[lolobeeslounge]

Event Reminder: Friday Night Tri-Bee-A TODAY!

Gonna try our fall line-up of drinks when you come play Tri-Bee-A this evening?? We got Punkin. We got Dirty Pie. We got Apple Chai. Come on DOOOWNNNNN

1699052400  days  hours  minutes  secondsuntilTri-Bee-A TODAY! If you haven’t heard, trivia night at LoLoBee’s today, November 3rd, starting at 7pm! There will be 4 rounds total: Round One! General Knowledge Round Two! Pastries Round Three! History Music Round Randall will be your MC! There will be a prize for the winning team! Remember to keep an eye on our Calendar for all upcoming…

[orphancookie69]

How To: Homemade Barista!

Coffee. When I think of coffee, I think of the sign that says: “Instant Human...Add Coffee”. Here is where you think I am going to go, “Pick the better coffee shop: starbucks or coffee bean?”. I am not, but the answer is Coffee Bean. Anyways, I don’t mind a coffee out every now and again, or a seasonal drink-but most things are better homemade! 

Coffee: 

Let’s start with supplies: 

Primula Aluminum espresso maker

Coffee (whole bean or grounded)

Milk

Hershey’s Chocolate/Strawberry Syrup

Spices (Cinnamon, Pumpkin Pie Spice, Etc)

Whip Cream

Krups coffee bean grinder

Measuring device, Brush, Tamper

Hamilton Beach Blender

Coffee Filter

Mason Jars

Bodium French Press

Milk Frother/Whisk

Mugs

Do you need all of these? No, it depends on what you like for coffee. Some coffee brands I love are Lavazza and Black Rifle Coffee Company. The first time I had Lavazza was in Italy, and it was amazing. Black Rifle Coffee Company is by veterans and just really good stuff, ya know like you live off of coffee while doing america’s duty and it gets you through! So, now that you have whatever supplies you like let’s get to process: 

Espresso Maker: 

Ground your coffee beans (if whole) (with spices per taste)

Fill the bottom compartment with water

Fill the middle compartment with the ground up coffee, pack it in with the tamper

Screw the top on. 

Place on the stove, turn on.

Within a couple of minutes you will hear it bubble up. 

Turn off fire, pour into cup. 

Enjoy coffee!

Once your equipment has cooled off, make sure you clean all items.

If you want a fancy experience, coat the inside of the cup with chocolate sauce. In a separate cup, froth up some milk with a whisk. Mix together in your main cup and enjoy! Make it a Frappuccino with the blender and the appropriate supplies! Make your own drip coffee with coffee filters and a mason jar! Try a French press! The world is your caffeinated oyster! 

Tea: 

Let’s start with supplies: 

Hamilton Beach Electric Kettle

Mugs

Tea/Tea Bags

Tea Infuser

For every coffee drinker out there, there is one tea lover counterpart. Tea is a great alternative, has a lot of health benefits, is good alternative for pregnant people. Do not be so quick to discount the Tea game. For getting your tea supplies there are a couple of approaches. It can come already bagged, or it can come in its natural state and you contain it in a Tea Infuser or in a cup with a built in infuser. There are so many Tea flavors out there, my favorite is Chai Tea from Coffee Bean. 

Steps: 

Fill the electric kettle with water

Prepare your mug with your Tea/Tea Infuser or Tea Bag (you can wrap the tag around the handle to keep the bag in place)

Once the water is good, fill your mug with water. 

Let it steep for 5 minutes. 

You can keep the tea bag in there or take it out.

I love me a Chai Tea Latte (or even a Dirty Chai Tea Latte), and you can take your frothy milk trick and apply it here. A Dirty Chai Tea Latte is adding a bit of espresso to that. 

You will save money by not getting a drink every morning and making your stuff at home. You will have one time costs for the tools, and what you pay for the supplies is more than a drink but you will get more than one drink out of it. What is your favorite drink to make at home? 

[dreamslogs]

September 1, 2022: Log #33

☁️Weather: Sunny with a high of 92, low of 67, humidity of 81%, feels like 76

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💎7:00 AM: Wake up & drink coffee in bed

💜8:00 AM: Eat breakfast with my roommate

I ate grits

💎8:30 AM: Do my morning routine & get ready for the day

💄Todays Makeup

Eyebrows: Kosas Brow Pop Clean Dual-Action Defining Eyebrow Pencil & Kosas Air Brow Tinted Clean Volumizing Eyebrow Gel

Lipgloss: NYX Butter Gloss in Cranberry Pie

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🎵What I listened to while getting ready: Teachers Off Duty Podcast

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💜9:00 AM: Leave for campus

💎9:20 AM: Do some homework in the Anthropology Lounge

💜10:00 AM: Go to Starbucks & get a treat

I drank a dirty chai and ate a grilled cheese

💎11:00 AM: Forensic Anthropology class

💜12:30 PM: Historical Archaeology class

💎2:00 PM: Fiction Writing Workshop

💜3:30 PM: Head home

💎4:15 PM: Eat a late snack

I ate a granola bar

💜4:45 PM: Go check out a new grocery store with my roommate

💎6:00 PM: Get home & do homework while watching Doctor Who with my roommate

💜7:15 PM: Eat dinner

I ate vodka pasta

💎10:15 PM: Separate for bed

💜10:30 PM: Do my nighttine routine & settle down in bed

💎10:45 PM: Watch some Good Omens

💜11:45 PM: Put on some ASMR and go to sleep

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🖋Notes on the day🖋

Today was kind of chaotic, I’m still not sure how I feel about having 3 classes back fo back but I’m getting used to it. Forensic Anthropology was kind of stressful because she would show us an actual piece of bone within the skull and then have us label it on a really bad black and white worksheet of the entire skull - so we know we did stuff wrong. Other than that, 2 of my roommates were gone for the night so me and another one just rewatched Doctor Who (specifically Matt Smith) for a couple of hours and it was a good time.

[greyeyedmonster-18]

autumn tag game

Tea or Hot chocolate: (as a general rule, i prefer coffee over both of these things, like a nice little ginger latte?? TURMERIC lattes? cardamom and chocolate lattes?. but i do enjoy a dirty chai. and also peppermint/lemon tea.)

Cozy books or Halloween movies: (i don't do scary movies, we're way too jumpy for that; the only Halloween movie i like is Bewitched. so books it is)

Plaid or Corduroy: (plaid can get wrecked)

Foggy mornings or Twinkly lights: (when no one is awake and everything is quiet)

Orange or Black: (i don't need to answer this further)

Pumpkin or Apple pie: (and i make a really fucking good one. there's a line in ten reasons where remus is like "they were known for their pies" and that's straight from my life and my grandmother--> me; known for pies)

Wool or Velvet: (the luxury your honor)

Picking fruit or Carving pumpkins: (the activity of this weekend actually!)

Libraries or Coffee shops: (yep.)

Cinnamon or Peanut butter: (nut allergy says cinnamon)

Spooky or Cozy

Halloween candles or Fairy lights: (both. both are good)

open tag to anyone who sees this

[keltonwrites]

I bought a house in the middle of nowhere

“Yeah, I loved it, but she’d never move there.” It was something akin to that, at least. He didn’t mean any mischief, no deceit or planning. It was an honest take on what, at the time, was true. I saw the road into town on Google Maps, noted that it was closed during the winter, acknowledged the reality that a person can own a snowmobile, and I said, “we are not moving there.” But, all good truths are just dares in the making.

And here I am, living in the “there” I said I would not. Two years ago, I left my job at Headspace for a life reset. It was pre-pandemic, and Ben and I were planning a big road trip. Our perfect paradise in Topanga, CA, had crystallized itself as many people’s perfect paradise, and those “many people” all had more money than us. Our options to buy a home were nil, and home-buying was essentially all we wanted. Ben’s a builder and I’m a world builder, and we wanted somewhere to invest that didn’t belong to someone else. We packed the car with the tent and the bikes and the dog and all the things that come with tents and bikes and dogs, and off we went on our own Tour de l’Ouest, looking for a place to call home. We knew what we wanted, knew our odds of finding it, and hit the road anyway. Here was the dream list — concocted by two pie-in-the-sky dummies who married each other:

Not rainy or consistently windy

Notable access to the arts

Remote and challenging to get to/close neighbors

Wild West influenced architecture

Progressive community

Exceptional trail access out the front door

High-speed internet

In our budget

And my personal favorite: had to “feel right” Good luck to us with a list like that, but thus began our hunt. We camped in the snow, tried every dirty chai in the Rockies, and explored every town we could. Whatever a good time it was, it felt useless. Every town Ben was OK with, I hated. Every town I was OK with, Ben despised. And the few places we both loved required money we just didn’t have. We came home with our sails down, limping into the harbor of our rental. But as is the way with romantics, our dreams began to slowly eclipse our reality. Books fell victim to Zillow and Trulia. TV was replaced by the MLS. All writing time was dedicated to Realtor.com. Hours were spent pouring over maps, county records, and updating spreadsheets that tracked price per square foot compared to beds and baths. Over time, all that internetting led to one singular town of 180 people at 10,000 feet in the San Juan Mountains of Colorado with a road that said “Closed Winters” on Google Maps. Look, I don’t know what happened. Ben found this town on a map, I said don’t be ridiculous, and after a year or so of him telling people I'd never move here, here I am, being ridiculous. Was it reverse psychology? Maybe. Was it the charming “town plan” that mandated all houses be rustic cabins and forbade AirBnB? Could be. Was it the fact that when I looked at Strava’s Heatmap, it showed what seemed like thousands of miles of trails just out the front door? I mean, yes. All these things played a part, but all I know for certain is that one day I woke up and said, “we’re going to move there.” Ben doubted this conviction (and the realities behind it) thus cementing it into place in my head. In a town of 180 people there’s only ~60 houses, which means maybe 2 or 3 get listed per year — but my spreadsheet had the proof: we hadn’t missed our chance yet in this tiny town. The data showed a strong likelihood there would be at least two houses listed within the calendar year. This, however, was also our last chance. The spreadsheet also showed that if we didn’t find a house this year, we wouldn’t be able to afford one the next. We called a realtor, made our case, and harangued her until she believed us that we were truly the kind of yahoos who would move to an avalanche field and stay there. And then it happened. A pocket listing. It was a darling home built in 1890. It had the beds, the baths, and the views. We were the first and only to know. We put in an offer, they agreed, and we would come to see the house in a few weeks. But in those few weeks, the circumstances changed. The sellers lost their own sweet deal, and they couldn’t sell yet. Their agent promised we had right of first refusal, it was only a matter of time. Ben lamented, I preached patience, and we went to see the house that was no longer for sale anyway.

It was a quiet winter morning in Covid when we drove across the packed snow to meet our realtor outside the house. The sun was out and the 13 degrees Fahrenheit felt warm. I unzipped my jacket, mask on my face. I took long videos and talked about where I would set up my office and where we’d put the bikes. As we closed up and I settled into a future where this house would eventually be mine, our realtor told us there were comps in the area — other residents quietly interested in potentially closing out. Would we like to see them? Sure, let’s.

One home came with an incredible commercial kitchen. The whole house was a whopping 3500 sq ft if my memory serves me correct, which falls under the category of “houses too big to find your cat in."

Another home had an open-air-to-the-kitchen bathroom.

The third was dark and overpriced with cracked windows and open beer cans scattered about.

And then, plans changed.  “Hey guys, there’s actually one more house we can see.” The last house we saw was a log cabin, nestled in the hillside by itself, with massive A-frame windows looking out onto the peaks beyond. Inside was a labyrinth of a life lived long and large. The cabin was built and loved by a man we’ll call Jack. Jack was 82, and as we walked toward the front door on that sunny winter morning, he exited with two beers in his pockets, headed to the mountain to ski. Jack was an attorney — in his life he’d been both criminal and defender — and from the stories, somewhat interchangeably. There were artifacts from running in the same scenes as Hunter S. Thompson and Willie Nelson; there were stuffed birds, bad books, sheet-covered couches, smoked spliffs, and piles and piles of mouse shit. Every inch of the house was lived in, and not just by people. You think millennials like plants? No. This man likes plants. The biggest monstera deliciosa I’ve ever seen, spanning some 10 feet wide and 15 feet tall. Draping cactuses, spider plants, massive aloes, and an ambitious hoya carnosa clawing its way to the top of the massive fireplace. But there were problems. I’m trying to be diplomatic saying the house was lived in. The wood by the door handles was dyed black from years of hand grease rubbing against it. The carpet in the upstairs was soiled almost everywhere with bat scat. Newspaper was stuffed between the massive logs to keep the wind out. There was cardboard taped over almost every window, blankets nailed over the others. Half the doors wouldn’t open. It was unnerving to touch the crusted light switches. It was early enough in the season of Covid-fear that touching anything felt like gambling. On our way back to our rental in the bigger neighboring town, we shared our awe and our no-ways, lamenting how long we’d have to wait for the little 1890s fixer upper. That night, I sent the video I took of the cabin to my parents. “Can you believe this?” I asked. And do you know what my dad said? “Great log construction.” After that, the cabin was all we could talk about. “Could you believe those plants?” “Did you see how big those logs were?” “I just googled Jack, look at this.” “Do you know what the insulating factor of logs is?” “How much did he say he was asking?” It came down to the plants. Amidst all the chaos in that house, the tender care of those decades-old plants sung the clearest. This wasn’t just a place Jack lived in, it was a place that wanted to be lived in. We made an offer the next day.

Jack had six months to clear out his 30 odd years of collecting, and the town had six months to speculate about the worrisome Californians moving to their high-altitude, high-risk town. The town itself is an old mining town. It rests in a high valley, surrounded by peaks over 13,000ft, and is over six hours from the nearest major airport. Five people died around this town in avalanches this past year. The dirt road into town is littered with avalanche fields, warning visitors to not stop when driving in. The other way out is a pass road, only drivable in the warm months, but you could skin out if it was dire. Most August days, the high is in the mid-60s. The valley is blanketed in wildflowers, and the aspens littering the mountainsides suggest a promising fall display. The town had a heyday, a low day, and now it’s a community of preppers, adventurers, appreciators, and “get all these idiots away from me”ers. We don’t know these people yet, but the ones we’ve met have the same like to live hard attitude we do. Heli-ski guides, ex-CIA agents, woodworkers, bakers, teachers, just a general can-do group of people. The kind of people that see a California license plate and peer with skepticism between the thin gap over their sunglasses and under their caps.

You might say I’m romanticizing the place, but the residents are worse. Like all good old-timers, they’re full of threats: “wait’ll you see the snow drifts,” “let’s see how you do outrunning an avalanche,” “good luck with the winds,” “the last Californians didn’t last a year.” God, what does that remind me of?

“Yeah, I loved it, but she’d never move there.”

With every taunt, my teeth ground more enamel, fingers rolling into a clench. And maybe Jack recognized this intensity, because on the day of closing, he hosted a gathering for us in the town's open space. He had us introduce ourselves to the skeptical locals, and I made my case in court, eyes narrowed and lips curled. “I’m the daughter of a smokejumper and wildlife biologist. I grew up watching the wind and the door. I’ve lived in big cities, small boats, and more than one cabin. I always take the stairs, I never use air-conditioning, and I’m a very good shot.” I’m just a girl, standing in front of a town, asking them to give her a fucking chance. Jack stepped forward to speak. “You know, I had my doubts about a couple Californians coming to look at my house. But these people? These are the nicest people you’re ever gonna meet.” And then I helped Jack set up his cot so he could spend his last night under the stars in the town that kept him young. Cooper ran circles with the other dogs. People brought homemade cocktails and bowls of dip and we felt welcomed. Even the mayor, a fellow writer, came and she struck up a conversation. “I hear you’ve got a little bit of a following on social media!” She teased. “I guess, nothing wild.” “Well I just wanted to let you know if you ever geotag this town, I’ll drag you out of it.” She grinned. This was a special place. And every visitor who couldn’t handle the realities of being here threatened the very wellbeing of the people who lived here. This town survives on a delicate balance. They source their own water, manage their own roads, and fervently protect the land and the people around them. Their stories about racing avalanches, snowmobiling in the dark of night to the doctor’s house, hunkering down in each other’s homes as the storms pass — these stories were bylaws. You can join when you’ve proven you’re ready to join. By their own projection, they are hardy and steadfast people, and when they see a Californian, they see something fleeting. Many years ago, I worked in the British Virgin Islands. The people born and raised there were called Belongers. At the customs office, the placards above the lines literally read, “If you belong, stand here” and “If you do not belong, stand here.” Whether or not we belong isn't up to the town council, and it's not up to these residents. It's up to years spent drifting my old Mustang in the snow on the way to school, up to Ben's months and months spent in the backcountry, up to my years of reading fire reports and assisting with evacuations, up to Ben's ability to read the landscape and the weather, up to my doggedness, his diligence, and our pathological love to do difficult things well. It’s up to us, to these old logs, and to this valley. Doesn't mean we'll belong, but it does mean we'll try. And for the record, the road is open in the winter. But do these sound like the kind of people who’d tell Google that? Next week, a tour of the house that we get to call ours — stuffed with newspaper, run by plants, and filled with mice. P.S. Here's where we get our mail.

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