#since he was at Chay's mercy

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Porchay: I was going to hold you for ransom

Kim: *heart eyes*

[siryouarebeingmocked]

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse: I may have activated my own trap card

Spoilers for a movie that's two months old and also out on home release.

So, Miles, Gwen, Pavitr (Spider-India), and Hobie (Spider-Punk) all seem to have modern left-wing politics, though Gwen's got edited out. Hobie's introduction specifically says he hates "fascists", which carries over from the original comics.

By the time Hobie came around, I assumed he was just another poser, cooler than the hero rival character, expressing generic leftie politics, and his punk ethos wasn't sincere.

Which is exactly what the writers wanted me to think.

Not only is Hobie perfectly sincere about being anti-authoritarian, but he's been helping Miles since before they even met. He's been blatantly stealing junk from the Spider Society to build his own universe-jumping watch, and disguising it as petty vandalism.

He even tries to talk Miles out of trying to join the Spider-Society before the reveal that Miles himself is an anomaly, and the SS (geddit?) tries to detain Miles.

When Hobie says he's against authoritarianism, he really means it.

Speaking of the left-wing politics, Miles has a "#BLM" pin on his bag. It's very visible while he sits next to his dad.

Who's a cop.

(TANGENT: A few years ago, someone drew a stupid, very bad comic where Spider-Man (Peter Parker) was a) black, b) hated cops, and c) assaulted and subdued riot cops when they asked him for help.

That the comic didn't even show the riot cops were wrong. We were just supposed to assume they deserve to be left to the mercy of an angry mob.

Also, in this comic, Uncle Ben was killed by a cop, not a random thug who Spidey could've stopped but chose not to. Which makes me wonder how that would shake out.

It's kind of weird for someone to look at a character who's about personal responsibility to an unhealthy degree, and use him to express their collectivist anti-cop terrorism fantasies. That, or they didn't think through their fantasies.)

During Spider-India's opening, Miles says "I love Chai Tea!" And Pavitr goes on a rant about how "Chai" means "tea". Later on, The Spot says he's been on a "journey of self-discovery", and Pavitr basically says he's racist.

Which is a tad ironic, because Spot is literally white. And also because Pavitr is the one making the racist assumptions.

And I personally go to a church - in England - that has a lot of non-white non-British people. Mostly Africans. And me, of course. I wonder if any Asians ever went on a journey of self discovery to South London.

And I don't just mean as a cab driver.

"Wait, SYABM, didn't you move to the UK for self-discovery?"

W-well, yes, partially.

Aside: I made the mistake of watching a Youtube video with the Chai Tea joke, and then I looked at the comments.

One guy said "tfw when Twitter users write a movie". An idiot (with much more upvotes) said "bro out here wanting blatant racism in movies".

...When the whole point of the joke is that the racism is not blatant.

It's only "blatant" if you're insufferably Twitterized. There are loads of redundant phrasings in English, like "ATM machine", and words often shift when they're adopted from other languages.

Also, "I dislike this joke" is not the same as "I want racism in this movie", when the "racism" in the movie is only there so it could be mocked.

One of the issues with putting real world movements in worlds that are drastically different - it's one of the main selling points of the franchise - is that it may seem odd that those movements exist in very similar form to the IRL version.

For example, Miles supports BLM in both his video game, and this. Which makes me think "did Trayvon Martin get shot in Florida? How about Mike Brown? Wouldn't the existence of supervillains throw things into a new perspective?"

Did I mention the giant George Floyd-style "REST IN POWER" mural to Miles' dead uncle? I cringed at that in the Wakanda Forever trailer, and I rolled my eyes at it here.

Floyd wasn't a saintly martyr, he was an unlucky violent thug.

Also, Aaron was a supervillain killed by another bad guy who nearly destroyed the city, not a cop.

Also, this is at a party to celebrate how Miles' dad is about to be promoted. Assuming Floyd died and the 2020 protests/riots also happened in Miles' universe, then it seems a tad tasteless to have a mural inspired by an anti-cop movement overlooking it, even if the party is not full of cops.

Spider-India lives in "Mumbattan".

The people who settled the Manhattan area were originally Indian. But the other type of Indian. The Indians we're not supposed to call Indians anymore.

The name "Manhattan" is even Native American.

The first permanent settlement was Dutch. Then the English got it. I guess the English could've shipped Indians to the other side of the world and eventually ceded the area to them, or maybe in this world India was a world-conquering superpower and Mumbattan is the result of...importing Native Americans?

Which would make Pavitr's complaint that "the British stole all of our stuff and put it in their museums" seem a tad hypocritical.

Of course, since I wrote all that, someone reminded me that Pavitr explicitly says the joint is in India.

"SYABM," you say, "you're overthinking this."

Yes, I am. Because the filmmakers didn't think it through. If you want to use ha-ha-funny to make a serious point, you invite examination of that point.

Miles (as Spidey) now works with his dad, though he disguises his voice. At one point, Miles tells his father that men bottle up mental health issues.

This is true (and ironic, considering Miles is hiding who he is from Jeff), but it's not the first time I've seen some progressive work try to address men's issues in an very awkward way. At least here, it's played for comedy.

Also, seems a tad hypocritical coming from a guy who wears a "#BLM" pin in the presence of his cop father.

Also, if you work the timeline, that would mean Miles was about 7 or 6 when BLM started. Which means he's gone most of his life knowing nothing else.

There was a controversy over a "protect trans kids" trans flag in Gwen's room, which was apparently edited out.

IMO, it seems a tad strange for a girl who feels estranged from everyone in her world to join a social movement, but what do I know? Maybe it was there before then.

Some people came to the extremely logical conclusion that Gwen herself is trans. Even though she's distinctly physically feminine and possibly too young for puberty blockers depending on Earth 65′s laws.

Like the "oh great, it's Liv" shippers, people are reaching really hard to see what they want to see.

Some people have said that Gwen's issues with her dad and herself seem awfully similar to the issues LGBTQIA2S+ kids go through.

Gee, it's not like, y'know, feeling estranged from one's family is a common theme in fiction about teenagers and superhero, and the whole "superpowers = minority" thing has been done to death for most of the past century.

Perhaps most notably - and clumsily - in X-Men.

I'm not saying this wasn't the intended subtext. I'm saying if it was, it would just be really, really cliche.

There's this recurring theme of people telling miles "how [his] story is supposed to go".

When he's at a meeting with his parents and his guidance counselor, the lady says his story of being a black-Latino son of an immigrant would sound great in the college application letters. His mom is a tad miffed, given that they're a) solidly middle class, and b) as a Puerto Rican, she considers herself American.

Miguel (Spider-Man 2099) doesn't want Miles in the multiversal council of Spiders, because Miles was bitten by the radioactive spider from a different universe. Which is why his local Spider-Man died, and the spider's home dimension has no Spider-Man.

Also, Miguel is fixated on "canon events". The idea that there are certain things, especially tragedies, that have to happen to Spiders, or their entire universe falls apart.

And he knows this, because he tried to take over for a version of him that got shot dead by a thug. Tried to raise his daughter.

And he watched as the universe collapsed in front of him.

So he's projecting his own guilt onto Miles, a tad.

According to TVtropes and other sources, this was actually about the people who didn't accept Miles as a replacement Spidey, possibly out of racism.

Yeah, that's real hard-hitting topical meta-commentary about a character who debuted 12 years ago. 8 years when the first movie came out.

I'd also like to point out that despite stereotypes of comic book fans, certain minority successors to banner superheros have been fairly well-received. Like Jaime Reyes, or Cassandra Cain.

(Note: I wrote that before the Blue Beetle movie came out. And flopped.)

And, of course, loads of people like Miles specifically because he's a minority Spidey, which is also racist, just from the other direction. In fact, a lot of his fans seem to forget the "Latino" part of "Afro-Latino". From what little I've seen of Miles early comics, they did actually put strong emphasis on his race.

I also suspect the filmmakers may be misinterpreting the usual successor knee-jerk reactions

as racism. If you're using an established brand name for your new hero, you're creating some expectations.

Also, you know the most popular meme about regular Spidey that I see? That Marvel's writers just keep making him suffer and don't want him to actually develop. Which would kinda make Marvel closer to Team Miguel than Team Miles.

Miles also gripes that Miguel is letting "some algorithm" tell him what to do. While I agree with the sentiment, I'd like to point out that, again, Miles supports BLM.

A movement popularized by an algorithm.

A movement made up of narratives and assumptions.

A movement which has never proven a single incident was because of racism.

During the big chase scene, we see a Spider girl in a wheelchair, aka Sun-Spider. She's from the comics. Same initiative that gave us "Web-Weaver".

Who is, of course, an extremely effete gay fashion designer Spidey. I kinda like his outfit, though the Spider-eyes with eyelashes is a little too far.

And Sun-Spider seems exactly like a character a stereotypical 90s executive and focus group would come up with. Down to the backward baseball cap.

(Turns out she's Dayn Broder's actual Spider-Sona.)

Also, while I was looking up that one black and white Spider who said "nowhere to run" (Metro-Spider, played by record producer Metro Boomin [/sic]), I found out that Aunt May's full name is "Maybelle", not just "May". TIL.

There's a bit of a double standard with this version of Spider-Woman, who's black and pregnant. -People in the movie - including Peter B - regularly point out how Peter B endangering his infant daughter Mayday by taking her along with him. But for some reason, nobody says a word about Jessica, who's an active-duty stunt-biking superhero.

Even regular motorbiking can be dangerous for pregnant women.

In fact, the movie portrays this as heroic and impressive. When Gwen sees  Jess is preggos, she asks if Jess can adopt her.

Not to mention the whole "afro and hoop earrings" thing, which seem like a bad idea for a type of hero who often gets into melee combat, even with Spider-Sense.

Yes, I'm aware that female heroes, including the Spider-Ladies, often have exposed hair. It's a genre convention. Incidentally, it was nice to see Batwoman wore a detachable decoy wig in the comics. Some bad guy tries to grab it in a fight? It comes right off.

Also, Jess doesn't have much actual character.

Being pregnant is not a character trait. In fact, her only real traits are basically "cool but stern sassy mentor", to contrast with Peter B. -Incidentally, someone on TVtropes pointed out the double standard. And when I saw the page again, a page-camper had deleted it, with no explanation.

Guess they couldn't stand someone pointing out the flaws of their waifu.

(One) Spider-UK in this movie is Muslim. I know she's Muslim because she wears a Spider-themed headdress. Note that regular Marvel 616 has a muslim lady Spider-UK, but her name is Zarina Zahari and she doesn't wear a hijabi.

(Also, she could be mistaken for Ms. Marvel.)

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You might be thinking "wait, isn't a headdress impractical in a melee fight? Doesn't it give your enemy something to grab?" Yes, it is.

But so are Jess's earrings, afro, and being pregnant, so clearly there's a lot of artistic license going on.

Maybe it's partially tearaway, like Batman's cape.

I gotta wonder about the religious rules of wearing a head covering over a mask that *already* covers your entire head. Did she go see her imam and go "Okay, I have a really weird question..."

Come to think, Spidey is usually slim, but a lot of lady Spideys in this movie seemed to have wide hips. Including muscular ladies. Kris Anka's concept art goes really hard on wide hips. I don't know why. Stronger, faster character reads during the big chase?

I guess Spiders could be expected to have strong legs.

BOTTOM LINE:

I liked the movie overall, though the progressive bits made me roll my eyes a little. I...want to see the third one, with reservations.

[ladytesla]

The Great Faerun Baking Show (Part one of possibly more)

Intelligence is knowing a tomato is a fruit.  Wisdom is knowing not to put ketchup in a profiterole.  Dexterity is crafting a croquembouche out of red craquelin-encrusted ketchup-filled profiteroles.  Strength is carrying that croquembouche from your bench to the judge’s table.  Constitution is being able to withstand the pressure of having your tomato croquembouche being judged by Prue Leith.  Charisma is trying to convince Paul Hollywood that your tomato croquembouche was a completely logical idea.

Twelve new bakers have been chosen to enter the tent.  Over the next ten weeks, they will face 30 brand new challenges.  Every aspect of their baking will be scrutinized and put up to the scrutiny of Prue and Paul.  Each week one will rise to become Star Baker, and whoever crumbles to the pressure will be sent home.  But who will go on to win the Great Faerun Baking Show?

I came up with this horrible idea so now I’m inflicting it on all of you.  May the gods have mercy on your souls.  So here’s how this odd little imagine is going to work.  I have no idea what’s going to happen.  I’m just going to roll a D20 ‘bake check’ for everyone, and write out the results, including what everyone rolled so y’all know I’m not cheating just so my druid boyfriend can win.  The person with the lowest total score (out of a possible score of 60) goes home. I’m going to write this in short form, but if this gets a lot of traction I might make this a full-scale fanfiction with shenanigans on like AO3 or something.

Our bakers are 6 men and 6 women.  I put all romanceable companions, Jaheira and Minsc, Dammon because he’s wonderful, and because I’m making the rules here, my tav Medora. If you’d rather not deal with someone else’s tav, just pretend it’s Alfira since they’re both female bards. If you're interested in seeing what my sleep-deprived mind came up with one night, read on!

Week One: Cake Week, or "why did you think putting literal blood in a cake was a good idea"

Signature Challenge: Swiss Roll Cake

Astarion: Dark chocolate and blood orange.  It cracked a little on the top, but it tasted quite nice.

Dammon: Apple pie.  Surprisingly for a blacksmith who works with heavy-duty equipment he’s really good at making small, delicate things.  It had a tiny lattice top in royal icing like a real apple pie would.  It tasted excellent. 

Gale: He wanted something unusual and colorful, so he went with ube.  He wanted to use magic to make it float or change color, but was told that was against the rules.  It’s okay though, It was still really nice, and beautifully presented.

Halsin: Wild blueberry and honey.  He harvested the honey himself, and was proud to say so.  Unfortunately he used sugar instead of salt because he got distracted by some ducks walking by outside the tent, and it tasted awful.

Jaheira: Chocolate and peanut butter.  It’s flavors her kids like.  Unfortunately Paul seems to always have issues with peanut butter and how it glues his mouth shut.  He wasn’t as big a fan of the cake as Prue was.

Karlach: S’mores swiss roll with toasted marshmallows on top.  She toasted the marshmallows a bit too much, but that’s part of the charm of s’mores.  She’s not sorry.

Lae’zel: Matcha and black sesame.  Interesting flavor choices, but not as well-executed as the judges would have liked.

Medora: Lemon meringue.  The meringue was very poorly executed, the lemon curd squished out of the sides of the cake, and the cake itself cracked horribly.

Minsc: Chai swiss roll.  The swiss roll wasn’t as tight as it should have been, but the flavors were lovely.

Minthara: Chocolate and whiskey swiss roll.  Accompanied by shots of whiskey, in an attempt to bribe the judges.

Shadowheart: Cookies and cream swiss roll, with a neat half and half black and white design.  It wasn’t perfect by a long shot, but she managed to cover up some of the worst sins with strategically-placed oreos.

Wyll: Red velvet. A classic flavor for a classic guy, and executed almost perfectly.

Technical Challenge: Cherry Cake

Bakers will be listed in descending order of success.

Karlach

Lae’zel

Minsc

Jaheira and Shadowheart tied, actually.  You decide who gets fourth.

Either Shadowheart or Jaheira, depending on who’s your least favorite lol

Medora

Halsin

Wyll and Gale also tied.  Pick your favorite.

Gale or Wyll

Astarion

Dammon

Minthara

Showstopper Challenge: Chocolate Celebration Cake

Astarion: Tiers are lopsided and the texture is claggy, but he did his best to charm the judges and distract them.

Dammon: Not as successful as his signature round, but his piping work was surprisingly delicate.

Gale: Attempted to make a chocolate tribute to Mystra.  The sculptural aspect was lacking, but he was one of the few contestants to use ruby chocolate, which was unique.

Halsin: Used even more foraged berries on a white chocolate cake.  Very successful.

Jaheira: Dropped her cake before she could finish decorating it.  Could not be judged.

Karlach: Put in some cinnamon and chili to make a Mexican hot chocolate cake.  Very nice.

Lae’zel: No one knows what dimension that chocolate came from, only that it was amazing.  She got a Hollywood Handshake.

Medora: Finally seemed to get with the program and baked a lovely triple-chocolate cake.

Minsc: Despite him not having hair, Boo drove him like it was a scene from Ratatouille and created chocolate perfection.  Hollywood Handshakes for both of them.

Minthara: Her cake was very dry and didn’t have enough frosting.

Shadowheart: Insisted her cake be colored black with activated charcoal and got it everywhere.

Wyll: Tried to go for a classic again, and did well, but the judges wondered if he played it too safe.

The Results

Our star baker this week with a total score of 49/60 is: Karlach!

And unfortunately due to her total score of 18/60, Minthara is the first to leave the tent.

And that concludes Cake Week!

Biscuit Week

Bread Week

Pies and Tarts Week

Underdark Week

[jesterthestar]

♱ | author's note : I've been having a  chai brainrot recently and i've been texting the Kokushibo bot alot ... but the scenario i made always went the wrong way  , into fighting ... but i'd want to see them as romantic partners. ><

☆ | summary : Kokushibo was hunting in the forest when he met a really interesting human that he decided to have mercy on.

triggers: kind off disturbing .

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• The moonlight was shining so brightly that the whole forest that almost glimmering , it wasn't a rare sight to behold. Kokushibo was walking around said forest, hunting ... though he was deep in thought about it. He was quite the lonely fellow due to his ranks , he always thought of getting a human friend , though he never had a encounter with a human when they actually .. talked , let alone get along.Suddenly he felt a scent of human flesh ... no ,not flesh . It was a human organ .Kokushibo slowly approached the said scent only to find woman with a jar in one of her hands and a human heart in another.. and it wasn't a demon. It was a rather strange display , Kokushibo was aware of human killers but this was something on a different level. Kokushibo wasn't fully visible in the shadows , only his eyes were glowing.After a great minute Kokushibo started talking.

• Kokushibo didn't hesitate talking with you , he asked everything he wanted to and he was interested in and you didn't hesitate answering.

• Y/n was a killer that tried to make life out of their victims, but was failing miserably.The heart that you were throwing had a disease so it wasn't useful for your reasearch.

• Kokushibo was interested in what made you do such a thing .. it was so unqiue to him . Kill humans , to make another human.

• You guys ended up talking until around 4 in the morning before you gave Kokushiho your adress and walked off.

• You guys almost immediatly became friends and then romantic partners, you were pretty compatable.

• Kokushibo sometimes helped you when he had free time !

• He was also really worried about you , since he thought that your job was pretty dangerous , you could get hurt by demons that sensed blood. And he didn't want that to happen , he cherished you were  the closest person he had in a long time.

• Tried to convince you to become a demon so you woukd live forever with him, but didn't force you if you declined.

• Would be happy if you did though.

• This man listens to you mumble about your reasearch for hours if he can and hates interrupting you.

• Loves you alot in general despite your weird little hobby ! ^^

[david-powers-simp]

What I think the lost boys smell like.

Hi peeps, Im just getting more and more chaotic with the headcancons I write but oh well. I hope you guys like this dumpster fire.

So to start off i do not think the boys smell as bad as the frog bothers made it seem, the frog bros are just a tad dramatic. Of course the boys are technically the "undead" but I don't think they smell like a sack of rotting flesh, how on earth would they ever manage to go out to the boardwalk if they smelt that bad? They wouldn't be able to, that being said they definitely don't smell like a rose bush, but they don't smell dead either so let's get into what they do actually smell like.

Paul

This man has a lot of different scents going on here. First and foremost its important to know paul almost always has snacks in his pockets, like he has oreos, chips, honeybuns, fortune cookies. The whole 9 yards, Paul keeps a good stash of snacks on him at all times. That being said he probably has a bit of a sweet undertone smell, not over powering or strong but very subtle. I think he smells like hair spray as well, like getting his hair that fluffy he 100% uses hair spray. There also was the one scene in tlb that paul was smoking, what im assuming is just a regular cigarette but it could might be w33d so there is that smell also, because you just never know with paul. I do think he would smell of cologne too. Maybe a little motorcycle feums as well.

Marko

Marko my sweet lil gremlin, he has this pine, woodsy smell to him. I don't make the rules I just inforce them and this man smells like a pine forest. But here me out marko has a slight smell of pennies to him too, he smells like this mainly because he has like a ton of change on him at all times honestly. Like my mans has his pockets full of change because you never know when you might need it. Oh but hold your horses there's more. Marko has a guilty pleasure of drinking energy drinks every though he may be a vampire and the energy drink does absolutely nothing he just likes the taste of it. His favorite is jolt cola, which is essentially a Coca-Cola energy drink. We also all know marko is a lil clumsy boi because he's energetic ( which i am too so no judging from me) so in turn he spills his drink a lot, getting it on him. That means he acquires the smell of carmel, and a hint of vanilla. Now this is very specific but it just sits right with me, Marko wears the cologne cool water by davidoff,the top notes are mint, sea water and rosemary. To me that just screams marko.

Dwayne

This man lord have mercy ok, dwayne predominantly smells like lavender and here is why. Dwayne likes to pick the lavender thats right outside the cave, i like to think he'd have this natural good earthy smell to him and he seems like he'd smell so calming.  dwyane also likes to put the lavender in a little vase since he finds them pretty and they smell really good too. He sometimes carrys some lavender in his pockets. Dwayne just loves plants and flowers because he like the idea of life and living things, so naturally he likes to carry them with him. ~ and sometimes he gives the lavender flowers out to girls he finds pretty~ . He also very much enjoys himself a cup of tea, he has a tea stash he keeps in an old cigar box tucked away in his room. his favorites are earl grey, gunpowder and chai he can appreciate the different flavors of each tea. Dwayne really likes to add cinnamon to his tea to add a little flavor and spice. I truly feel in my bones he would smell like cedar too like just a nice comforting and calming scent would engulf you when ever you were near him.

David

Oh the loml, there is a lot too unpack here. Ofc davie boy smokes so your gonna smell that on him, im thinking specifically marlboro reds just because that was a very popular cigarette back in the 80s and I 100% believe david would steal cigarettes off surf nazis. Just the facts, david would also smell like mint. This maybe because whenever david isn't smoking he is chewing gum or maybe its because david has a cologne that has a mint undertone. Hes never gonna let you know which is the reason. Another scent you'll smell on him is leather this man wears at least one piece of leather at all times. Whether its his leather pants or his jacket, he has something leather on.naturally that scent rubs off on him. Oh and whiskey or bourbon david smells like whiskey or bourbon.I think the best way to describe the way david smells is at first he has a bold almost chilling smell but then there's a slightly warmer dare I say comforting scent. With oaky, smoky notes. Oh and he'd smell like hair gel we all know a fine mullet like David's doesn't look that good on its own oh no a good amount of hair gel goes into that bad boy.

Well I hope you enjoyed that peeps i will be back soon to whip out another lil fic for you guys so stay tooned

[psalm22-6]

Vianden Seen Through a Spider’s Web by Victor Hugo (1871) [source]

I was reading Victor Hugo and the Visionary Novel by Victor Brombert (would recommend) and in his analysis of Le Dernier Jour d'un Condamné he says that spiders often represent fate in Hugo’s works. Well I wanted to see if that was true for Les Misérables.  Honestly it seems like the relationship between ananke and arachne is more prominent in Notre-Dame than in Les Mis because I did not find much but then again, I haven’t done any literary analysis since high school so if you see anything I missed please add on. 

Mostly spiders turn up where you would expect them: in unwelcoming places like at the Thénardiers, at the Gorbeau hovel (both when Cosette lives there and when Marius lives there) and in the dingy room where Cosette Pontmercy receives Valjean (“Persecution of the spiders was not organized there”). I guess you could say that those are places where the characters have little control over their fate (of the few things Cosette remembers about her early life, she remembers the spiders, which can be read literally or figuratively). 

Javert, Montparnasse, and Thénardier (especially Thénardier) are all like spiders when they track Valjean but none of them succeeds. Valjean is spider like when saving the man aboard the Orion, but Hugo points out that it’s more of a reverse spider move. 

Spiders spin webs on the doors through which dead nuns leave the convent. Maybe this portends a rare window of opportunity. The most fateful allusion to spider webs I think is the light cast by the lanterns that look like webs, which Marius walks by on his way to the barricades, intent on dying. Those webs seem to follow him through the sewers, where Valjean feels caught by them and on the brink of death.  

Only Myriel has sympathy for the humble spider, saying  “Poor beast! It is not its fault!” Simplice’s mind is characterized by the absence of spiders, since she never tells a lie. The children in the convent explore the spider corner, which doesn’t seem very sinister. Contrast that with the terrible spiders that share Gavroche’s living space. 

Below the cut are all the references to spiders & spider webs that I found so that you can see for yourself, just copy and pasted from the Hapgood translation. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. 

CHAPTER I—SISTER SIMPLICE: To lie is the very face of the demon. Satan has two names; he is called Satan and Lying. That is what she thought; and as she thought, so she did. The result was the whiteness which we have mentioned—a whiteness which covered even her lips and her eyes with radiance. Her smile was white, her glance was white. There was not a single spider’s web, not a grain of dust, on the glass window of that conscience.

[The Bishop] CHAPTER XIII—WHAT HE BELIEVED:  One morning he was in his garden, and thought himself alone, but his sister was walking behind him, unseen by him: suddenly he paused and gazed at something on the ground; it was a large, black, hairy, frightful spider. His sister heard him say:— “Poor beast! It is not its fault!”

Why not mention these almost divinely childish sayings of kindness? Puerile they may be; but these sublime puerilities were peculiar to Saint Francis d’Assisi and of Marcus Aurelius. One day he sprained his ankle in his effort to avoid stepping on an ant. Thus lived this just man. Sometimes he fell asleep in his garden, and then there was nothing more venerable possible.

[The Thénardiers] CHAPTER II—TWO COMPLETE PORTRAITS: Cosette ran upstairs and down, washed, swept, rubbed, dusted, ran, fluttered about, panted, moved heavy articles, and weak as she was, did the coarse work. There was no mercy for her; a fierce mistress and venomous master. The Thénardier hostelry was like a spider’s web, in which Cosette had been caught, and where she lay trembling. The ideal of oppression was realized by this sinister household. It was something like the fly serving the spiders.

CHAPTER III—THE ANKLE-CHAIN MUST HAVE UNDERGONE A CERTAIN PREPARATORY MANIPULATION TO BE THUS BROKEN WITH A BLOW FROM A HAMMER: At last, the convict raised his eyes to heaven and advanced a step: the crowd drew a long breath. He was seen to run out along the yard: on arriving at the point, he fastened the rope which he had brought to it, and allowed the other end to hang down, then he began to descend the rope, hand over hand, and then,—and the anguish was indescribable,—instead of one man suspended over the gulf, there were two.

One would have said it was a spider coming to seize a fly, only here the spider brought life, not death. Ten thousand glances were fastened on this group; not a cry, not a word; the same tremor contracted every brow; all mouths held their breath as though they feared to add the slightest puff to the wind which was swaying the two unfortunate men.

CHAPTER I—MASTER GORBEAU: All this was dark, disagreeable, wan, melancholy, sepulchral; traversed according as the crevices lay in the roof or in the door, by cold rays or by icy winds. An interesting and picturesque peculiarity of this sort of dwelling is the enormous size of the spiders.

[Valjean at the Thénardiers] CHAPTER VIII—THE UNPLEASANTNESS OF RECEIVING INTO ONE’S HOUSE A POOR MAN WHO MAY BE A RICH MAN:  He traversed a corridor and came upon a staircase. There he heard a very faint and gentle sound like the breathing of a child. He followed this sound, and came to a sort of triangular recess built under the staircase, or rather formed by the staircase itself. This recess was nothing else than the space under the steps. There, in the midst of all sorts of old papers and potsherds, among dust and spiders’ webs, was a bed—if one can call by the name of bed a straw pallet so full of holes as to display the straw, and a coverlet so tattered as to show the pallet. No sheets. This was placed on the floor.

In this bed Cosette was sleeping.

CHAPTER X—WHICH EXPLAINS HOW JAVERT GOT ON THE SCENT: Then he began the game. He experienced one ecstatic and infernal moment; he allowed his man to go on ahead, knowing that he had him safe, but desirous of postponing the moment of arrest as long as possible, happy at the thought that he was taken and yet at seeing him free, gloating over him with his gaze, with that voluptuousness of the spider which allows the fly to flutter, and of the cat which lets the mouse run. Claws and talons possess a monstrous sensuality,—the obscure movements of the creature imprisoned in their pincers. What a delight this strangling is!

Javert was enjoying himself. The meshes of his net were stoutly knotted. He was sure of success; all he had to do now was to close his hand. . . When he reached the centre of the web he found the fly no longer there. His exasperation can be imagined.

[Description of the convent] CHAPTER VIII—POST CORDA LAPIDES: Towards the centre of this façade was a low, arched door, whitened with dust and ashes, where the spiders wove their webs, and which was open only for an hour or two on Sundays, and on rare occasions, when the coffin of a nun left the convent. This was the public entrance of the church.

[Chapter about the children in the convent] CHAPTER IV—GAYETIES: The refectory, a large apartment of an oblong square form, which received no light except through a vaulted cloister on a level with the garden, was dark and damp, and, as the children say, full of beasts. All the places round about furnished their contingent of insects.

Each of its four corners had received, in the language of the pupils, a special and expressive name. There was Spider corner, Caterpillar corner, Wood-louse corner, and Cricket corner.

[wow there are no spiders until Patron-Minette] CHAPTER IV—COMPOSITION OF THE TROUPE: From the vagrant to the tramp, the race is maintained in its purity. They divine purses in pockets, they scent out watches in fobs. Gold and silver possess an odor for them. There exist ingenuous bourgeois, of whom it might be said, that they have a “stealable” air. These men patiently pursue these bourgeois. They experience the quivers of a spider at the passage of a stranger or of a man from the country.

[Marius at the Gorbeau house] CHAPTER VI—THE WILD MAN IN HIS LAIR: The only furniture consisted of a straw chair, an infirm table, some old bits of crockery, and in two of the corners, two indescribable pallets; all the light was furnished by a dormer window of four panes, draped with spiders’ webs. Through this aperture there penetrated just enough light to make the face of a man appear like the face of a phantom. . . . One thing which added still more to the horrors of this garret was, that it was large. It had projections and angles and black holes, the lower sides of roofs, bays, and promontories. Hence horrible, unfathomable nooks where it seemed as though spiders as big as one’s fist, wood-lice as large as one’s foot, and perhaps even—who knows?—some monstrous human beings, must be hiding.

[“Alone with God, in a remote place, they will not be thinking of praying the Our Father” Marius discovers Jondrette’s plan to rob M. Leblanc] CHAPTER XIII—SOLUS CUM SOLO, IN LOCO REMOTO, NON COGITABUNTUR ORARE PATER NOSTER: Athwart the mysterious words which had been uttered, the only thing of which he caught a distinct glimpse was the fact that an ambush was in course of preparation, a dark but terrible trap; that both of them were incurring great danger, she probably, her father certainly; that they must be saved; that the hideous plots of the Jondrettes must be thwarted, and the web of these spiders broken.

[Valjean and Cosette live outside the convent] CHAPTER IV—CHANGE OF GATE: Her childhood produced upon her the effect of a time when there had been nothing around her but millepeds, spiders, and serpents. When she meditated in the evening, before falling asleep, as she had not a very clear idea that she was Jean Valjean’s daughter, and that he was her father, she fancied that the soul of her mother had passed into that good man and had come to dwell near her.

[Montparnasse attacks Valjean] CHAPTER II—MOTHER PLUTARQUE FINDS NO DIFFICULTY IN EXPLAINING A PHENOMENON: While Gavroche was deliberating, the attack took place, abruptly and hideously. The attack of the tiger on the wild ass, the attack of the spider on the fly. Montparnasse suddenly tossed away his rose, bounded upon the old man, seized him by the collar, grasped and clung to him, and Gavroche with difficulty restrained a scream.

[The Elephant] CHAPTER II—IN WHICH LITTLE GAVROCHE EXTRACTS PROFIT FROM NAPOLEON THE GREAT: An entire and gigantic skeleton appeared enveloping them. Above, a long brown beam, whence started at regular distances, massive, arching ribs, represented the vertebral column with its sides, stalactites of plaster depended from them like entrails, and vast spiders’ webs stretching from side to side, formed dirty diaphragms. Here and there, in the corners, were visible large blackish spots which had the appearance of being alive, and which changed places rapidly with an abrupt and frightened movement.

CHAPTER I—FROM THE RUE PLUMET TO THE QUARTIER SAINT-DENIS: Only the solitary and diminishing rows of lanterns could be seen vanishing into the street in the distance. The lanterns of that date resembled large red stars, hanging to ropes, and shed upon the pavement a shadow which had the form of a huge spider. These streets were not deserted. There could be descried piles of guns, moving bayonets, and troops bivouacking. No curious observer passed that limit. There circulation ceased. There the rabble ended and the army began.

[Valjean is slowly pushed away] CHAPTER I—THE LOWER CHAMBER: This chamber was not one of those which are harassed by the feather-duster, the pope’s head brush, and the broom. The dust rested tranquilly there. Persecution of the spiders was not organized there. A fine web, which spread far and wide, and was very black and ornamented with dead flies, formed a wheel on one of the window-panes. [And in the same chapter Cosette complains about receiving Valjean in a room with spiders, in the next chapter Nicolette gets rid of the spiders]

[through the sewers] CHAPTER VII—ONE SOMETIMES RUNS AGROUND WHEN ONE FANCIES THAT ONE IS DISEMBARKING: All was over. Everything that Jean Valjean had done was useless. Exhaustion had ended in failure.

They were both caught in the immense and gloomy web of death, and Jean Valjean felt the terrible spider running along those black strands and quivering in the shadows. He turned his back to the grating, and fell upon the pavement, hurled to earth rather than seated, close to Marius, who still made no movement, and with his head bent between his knees. This was the last drop of anguish.

[l-lend]

Warning(s): swearing

Pairing: Wrecker x OC

Tagging: @kelpiesummer @ghostlythunderbird

Monday mornings are typically slow in the Mythic Beauties garage. Nessie was tucked away in the back unboxing a new shipment of parts. T-Bird and Pegasus were looking over footage from the last show. Lastly with Siren in her office negotiating the next show, this left Kelpie manning the phones and the front desk. Kelpie was never put out with this task since she could always bring her tablet and sketch pad up front with her, so she could continue working on her designs.

The phone rang as Kelpie was adjusting a pin stripe on a wrap design. Still focused on the tablet, she answered.

“Mythic Beauties Garage, where your hunt is over. This is Kelpie.” She greeted in her customer service voice.

“Hi, uh...I was wondering if Nessie was working today?”

Kelpie's eyebrows almost escaped into her hairline. The person on the phone was unmistakably a guy with his low tone of voice. But asking for Nessie? The mechanic who shies away from food delivery so she does not have to speak to anyone?

“Nessie is busy at the moment,”

It was not an outright lie. Nessie had been jonesing for those new mufflers that just came in.

“Can I take a message?”

“Yeah, can you let her know that Wrecker called? I thought about her offer about taking a look at my Tahoe.”

“I'll be sure to let her know.”

After hanging up, Kelpie leaped up from her chair making a b-line for the break room. Her squealing sneakers on the tile jerking T-Bird and Pegasus from their video playback.

“Easy Kel, where's the fire?”

“Bird, we got tea.”

T-Bird quirked a dark brow, “Earl Grey, chai, what?”

“Oh, it's spicy!”

Pegasus sighed wrapping her headphones around her neck before disappearing with her laptop.

T-Bird gestured to an open seat, “Spill.”

“So this guy called,”

“and you told him we weren't hiring.”

“No, I mean he wasn't asking about a job. He was asking is Nessie..was here.”

“Get the fuck out, no one asks for Nessie.”

“Yeah, mentioned she offered to look at his Tahoe.”

“Oh,” T-Bird chuffed a laugh, “Oh, Nessie's got explaining to do.”

T-Bird got up from her stool leaning halfway out of the break room.

“Nessie!” The stunt driver hollered towards the break room.

“Yeah?”

“M'ere.”

“I'm a bit busy. Can it wait?”

“Nope.” T-Bird locked eyes with Kelpie and jerked her head towards the back room for the ambush.

The stunt driver and bike designer cornered the mechanic as she was double checking a serial number. Nessie eventually looking up from her clipboard.

“What's up? The next show have a CC restriction or something?”

“Nah, a guy called asking about getting his Tahoe looked at.”

Nessie's fingers began playing with a corner of paper on her clipboard.

“Might have us confused. The shop down the street does cars.”

“He was asking for you.”

The clipboard clattered to the floor.

T-Bird smirked, “So how'd you meet him?”

The mechanic sighed, “Well, I got pulled over the other ni-”

“Hold up,” Kelpie cut in, “You got pulled over?” Her gaze shifted to T-Bird, “isn't that your job?”

“So if you got pulled over...”

Kelpie's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. A gasp leaving her.

“Oh my god, he's a cop!”

The blood rushing to Nessie's cheeks was all the answer they needed.

“Never knew you to have a thing for uniforms.” T-Bird teased.

“I-I don't. He was just nice, okay? I blew through a stop sign and he let me off with a warning since it was late.”

“Mhmm, and you offered to look at his car?”

“I was just being nice. Besides the engine didn't sound so good, so I mentioned what might be wrong and offered to look at it.”

“When do we meet him?” Kelpie pressed.

“You don't.”

“Is he cute?”

Somehow Nessie's cheeks gained more color.

“Kelpie, that has no bearing. I'm just looking at his car, that's it.”

Whatever higher power was out there, it took mercy on Nessie. T-Bird and Siren had stepped out for a meeting while Kelpie was in her creative zen in her space. Nessie quickly grabbed the number from the caller ID, and locked herself in her office with the number dialed into her cell.

Her nerves balling up in her chest as it rang. The line connected on the second ring.

“Wrecker.” He answered.

Nessie gulped before attempting to speak.

“H-Hi, it's Nessie, um...the mechanic?”

“Hey Nessie,” His tone gained more warmth now he had the name of the caller, “tried calling earlier, but they said you were busy.”

“Uh, yeah...that was probably Kelpie. She knows how I get when a new shipment comes in.”

His chuckle worked magic easing the tangled mass of nerves in her.

“I can understand that. I wanted to take you up on your offer. How much would a service check run me?”

“Oh no, no. I offered so it's on me.”

She could hear the smile in his voice.

“Well, when would you like to look at it? I have the next couple of days off. I could cover food for your time.”

“Y...you don't have to.”

“I want to. You have any places you like and I'll bring it over?”

“I'm not picky.”

“Alright, so when is best for you?”

“Tomorrow night?”

“Sounds great, I'm looking forward to it.”

“Oh, um, this number is my cell...you know um, in case anything changes with schedules.”

“Great, so I can call you after hours..you know..about the car.”

Nessie caught the slight trip of his words, but filed that away for later.

“Of course.”

She hung up after plans were set and after checking to make sure her office door was locked, Nessie saved the officer's number in her contacts.

[puniyo]

A reverse KinnPorsche (PorscheKinn ?) AU

I thought about this yesterday during shower (the best place for crazy ideas) and then @lovetoreadrose posted a request about it. This is based on the characteristics of the characters from the series and not the books.

Also, prepare for some necessary OOC.

Porsche is the rising head of the Kittisawasd family in the mafia world. He is known as the bodhisattva of the underworld (for being merciful) but his enemies know that if they ever see the rumored tattoo of the fiery phoenix on his back, even hell won’t save them.

Kinn happens to see it right in the first night they meet. (and later a major pleasure point during sex)

Chay is a cinnamon roll, guitar lover but not good at playing it. Porsche is looking for a trustworthy tutor for him, one that will not have his throat open during a change of strings but hasn’t found one yet (later Kinn -> Kim).

The 3 Theerapanyakul brothers live in a small on the outskirts of Bangkok, with the house (not a large one but comfortably spacious) that was left over by their parents.

Tankhun suffers from PTSD from his parents’ death in a car crash (he and Kinn were both in the car as well and Tankhun is the one who instinctively protected Kinn from any incoming shards and anything colliding in his direction) and has long developed social anxiety due to it. He has an online bakery though (the kitchen being his sacred place in the house), which Kinn fully supports. He is very extravagant and that is reflected in his cakes and pastries. He is also an underground, popular love guru (unknown to Kinn, and later even gives advice to Porsche).

Kim plays guitar and writes music for local productions. It’s not a money job but Kinn approves of it because he just wants him to be happy. There is a large age gap between Kinn and Kim, and Kinn really loves his brothers. He just doesn’t show it often.

Kinn is a music performer/bartender at night while managing a small youth hostel (not his obviously), later revealed to be a place where shady business happens. Kinn is used to it.

Kinn and Kim sometimes play together at night. Both brothers are normally being flirted by other people. Kinn also earns extra tips here. It is one of these nights that Porsche catches eye on Kinn. He asks Kinn to tutor Chay but the latter refuses and they start on the wrong foot because Porsche can be patronizing, saying he doesn’t earn enough at the bar and Kinn also sarcastically telling someone with too much good taste as Porsche would never understand the music of peasants.

At the back of the bar (same night), Porsche is attacked by a group of thugs and he and Kinn, although clumsily and still in their argument, fight together and somehow in unison, and get rid of those thugs.

During the fight, Kinn loses his watch (instead of being taken by Porsche), and because it was a gift from Tankhun, Tankhun makes a fuss about him losing it.

Porsche contacts Kinn again because of the watch and says he will only return it if Kinn meets him in the compound. There, Kinn sees Chay “playing” the guitar (more like murdering the guitar), and out of frustration, just teaches him how to hold it properly. Somehow, there are more attackers (because the security in the house is not good) and Kinn ends up protecting the younger mafia lord, breaking his arm in the process. Chay offers him compensation but Porsche wants to hire him.     

Porsche doesn’t trust anyone since all people either just want to use him or usurp him.

Pete should be Porsche’s main bodyguard but is more of a best friend.

Arm and Pol became good friends with Kinn, because Arm is as sarcastic and Pol is just oblivious to both men’s jokes about him.

TBC… (this is what my brain came up with during lunch time… and it is time to get back to work)

[the-cookie-of-doom]

The second thing Porsche learns about Kim is that he does whatever Chay asks. There’s no other explanation for why he shows up at the compound within the hour, hissing and spitting but there. That’s good. It earns him some more points in his favor, because Chay deserves that kind of loyalty. Someone who will do anything and everything to make him happy, even if it requires a little bit of his own suffering to accomplish. 

It’s also really funny seeing the proof of how absolutely smitten he is. Both of them, really, but where Chay wears his heart on his sleeve, Kim is reserved. Doesn’t give anything away. He’s guarded, his emotions hidden away and locked down, right up until the moment his eyes land on Chay, and then everything about him softens. 

Porsche is surprised by how much it reminds him of Kinn. 

And then Kim looks back at Porsche, and shuts back down, and that’s all him. Kinn’s never had that tight of control over his emotions. It would be impressive if it weren’t making it more difficult to know him. 

“What do you want,” Kim says. 

“I need your help. It’s about Kinn.”

That cracks his cold exterior a little bit. Only a little, because if something big had happened, Kim would already know about it. “Is he okay?” 

“Mhm, yeah, he’s fine, I just need you to help me figure something out. Chay, go do homework, or something.”

“But, hia—”

“Scram.” Chay still doesn’t leave. Porsche heaves a sigh, rolls his eyes at the pair of them, then steers his brother to the door by his shoulders. “I promise not to eat your boyfriend, now go.” 

“I’m sorry, P’Kim!” Porchay shouts, as Porsche closes the door on him. Then he rounds on Kim, who’s looking distinctly uncomfortable with the turn of events, now that he can’t use Chay as a buffer. 

Porsche takes a step forward. Kim takes a step back. 

“What’re you so afraid of, P’Kim?” 

“Nothing.” Kim side-eyes him. “Should I be?”

“Obviously not.” Porsche walks past Kim to throw himself onto the sofa. He blithely gestures for Kim to take the chair across from him. He stays standing. 

“What do you want?” Kim asks again. 

Porsche leans back on the sofa, throws his arm over the back, crosses an ankle over his knee. Making himself comfortable. He graces Kim with an answer—the first thing that comes to mind, because Kim still looks ready to bolt, and Porsche honestly hadn’t expected to get this far. 

“Kinn’s birthday is coming up, and I don’t know what to get him.”

The confusion that replaces Kim’s blank slate of a face is oddly gratifying. Any reaction other than thinly-veiled irritation probably would be. 

“What does that have to do with me?” 

“You're his brother, aren’t you?”

“So is Tankhun.”

“Yeah, but he’s crazy. He’d tell me to buy Kinn a lion, or something.”

“Not a bad idea.” 

“Not helpful, either.” Porsche turns his best pleading eyes on Kim. Just like the younger man reminds him of Kinn, Porsche knows Chay learned those irresistible puppy eyes from him. Kim cracks a little bit more. “Come on, please? I don’t know what to get for the man that has everything, and it’s his first birthday since we’ve been together. I want to make it special.”

Kim squirms under his gaze. “You’re the one sleeping with him,” he mumbles, “You should know him better than I do.”

“Differently, but not better,” Porsche smoothly replies. He gives Kim a mean grin. “What, do you think you know Chay better than I do?”

Kim flushes, and he doesn't make eye contact, and he does not answer that question. Porsche doesn’t actually know if they’re sleeping together. He doesn’t think he’d be able to torture an answer out of Kim if he tried. 

“Just ask him what he wants,” Kim tries. 

“That defeats the whole point of the surprise. Obviously.”

Kim looks up at the ceiling for guidance of mercy. “I don’t know.” 

Porsche regards Kim carefully. An old memory surfaces. It feels like a lifetime ago, now, sitting in that sauna with Kinn. He’d asked about Kinn’s younger brother, the one who never comes home, who no one ever has anything nice to say about. Kinn told him it felt like he didn’t have a brother anymore. It hadn’t made sense to Porsche back then. 

Porsche couldn’t imagine a life without Chay in it, where he didn’t know everything going on in Chay’s life—which turned out to be exactly the case. He’d had no idea of his brother’s meeting with Kim, or their budding relationship. He didn’t even know about the heartbreak until after they’d reconciled. He still didn’t have any details. All he knows is that for a few weeks, his brother was dying his hair and getting into trouble and was always angry or crying, and he wouldn’t talk to Porsche. 

Maybe that’s what made Porsche understand what it was like not to know your own brother anymore. 

Maybe that’s why Porsche lets Kim leave, with a soft, “Alright, I’ll figure something out.”

Kim looks at him like he’s not sure if it’s a trap or not. Porsche isn’t giving up on him, but he decides Chay might be right this time; Kim isn’t the kind of person he can push. Not like this, at least. So he smiles, and shrugs, and gestures that Kim is free to leave. He’s out the door before Porsche can change his mind and summon him back.

hmm here's a prompt -- and no pressure to do this one if you don't want to!

porsche enlisting kim's help to find a gift for kinn. that's what porsche tells kim, anyway (he just wants to get to know kim a little better).

Anything for you, my friend! I have clinical in like an hour so I'm not going to finish this, so here's part 1 of Five Things Porsche Learns About Kim (bc ofc this is going to be a whole Thing)

When Porsche puts his mind to something, nothing can stop him. He's stubborn that way. Him and Porchay wouldn't have survived if he wasn't. Life has been throwing cheap shots at Porsche for his entire life; he's learned to roll with the punches and come up swinging, grinning all the while.

All that to say, he gets what he wants. And right now, he's decided what he wants, is a relationship with his little brother's boyfriend. Because there's nothing Porsche is more stubborn about than family, and that's what they are, now, whether he likes it or not.

Kimhan Theerapanyakul is about to learn the hard way that the Kittisawats are a package deal.

The first thing Porsche learns about Kim is that he's a squirrely little bastard. He weasels his phone number out of Chay - after finding out that Kinn didn't have it saved in his own phone, which will be a conversation for later - but Kim doesn't any answer any of the flurry of phone calls and texts that Porsche hurls his own way. Apparently, according to Porchay, Kim has memorized all the numbers of everyone important enough to be worth his time, and doesn't bother with anyone else.

What if someone has to borrow a phone? Porsche had asked.

Sucks to be them, Chay replied, with a silly smile that might mean he's kidding, or it might mean he knows exactly how ridiculous Kim is being, but still somehow likes him anyway. Porsche would prefer the former but he's almost certain it's the latter, and he's trying to figure out exactly why Chay would like him so much.

Because as far as Porsche can tell? Kim is more akin to a feral cat than anything else. Keeps his distance, sullenly watches Porsche anytime they happen to be in the same room, looking away only to scan for the nearest exit - which he takes at the earliest opportunity - and Porsche is certain Kim has actually hissed at him once. Probably not.

Since Kim won't answer unknown numbers, Porsche is forced to stoop to his level. Kinn's phone is of course out of the question, which only leaves one other person, at least only one Porsche can easily access, guaranteed to have it.

He's holding a struggling Porchay in a headlock while the phone dials. It only rings once.

"Hello, love," Kim greets, his voice warm and syrupy and so, so fond that Porsche has to gag, just to see the way his brother flushes.

"I'm sorry, Kim!" Porchay shouts. He's still struggling, digging his hands into Porsche's sides. "I tried to stop him!"

"Porsche." And there it is, that flat tone Porsche is used to.

"Hi, Kim, how's it going?" he asks casually.

"Goodbye.

"Wait, wait, wait!" It's no use. The line is already dead. Porsche releases his brother with a groan, and doesn't fight it when Chay snatches back his phone. "Why does he have to be so difficult?"

"Kim doesn't like being cornered, hia," Chay scolds him. "If you just talked to him like a normal person-"

"He won't let me! He keeps running!"

"You're intimidating!" Porsche doesn't believe that for a second. If Kinn wasn't intimated by him, no way his murderous little brother way. "Maybe you're coming on too strong? He probably think you're gonna kill him for, y'know..."

"No, I don't know." Porsche side-eyes Chay, who's no longer making eye contact. "Do I need to kill him?"

"No!"

"Should I want to?"

"Hia, No!" Chay throws his hands up. "See! This is why he won't talk to you! You're embarrassing."

"Good. Also, I don't care. I want to talk to him, and unless he wants me to lock you in your room and forbit you from seeing each other for the rest of your life, he better cooperate."

Chay lets out a sigh like the weight of all the world is bearing down on him. "I'll talk to him," he mumbles, sullen.

[petitefleuriste]

You know you're overtired when you're so sensitive that you cry from the smallest thing. It's 3:25 pm and I think I'll need to take a nap. When I was making scrambled eggs for six people earlier for lunch it felt like the hardest thing to do. We've been on the road for 4 days now and I pray the Lord restores us all, especially my dad, who has done all the driving. Mum has been cooking all the dinners. Grateful I have no urgent tasks to do. All I'll need to do later is hoover the downstairs living space. Now I'm in bed and can hear the whistling wind outside. The landscape is feeling otherwordly. The sky is now a very light grey. No blue sky in sight. I'll just be lying here with a hot chai tea and commune with God. So grateful for how He provides and cares. We watched Seinfeld last night as a family and it was the first time in years since I've watched it so it was very enjoyable. I'm thankful to God. Thankful I can come to Him empty-handed and receive in plenty. When I was crying I saw His mercy and kindness. He's so tender and gentle and strong. I prayed for a new heart today and a new mind. I pray for a heart and mind after His.

[luvluvnitrodynamite]

jealous jujutsu kaisen characters <3

ft. itadori yuuji, gojou satoru g/n!reader (sfw, with some suggestive themes in gojou)

itadori yuuji - watching itadori get jealous is a bit cute, if you're being honest. i mean, take what happened in the grocery store yesterday. ~ "yuuji, we're out of rice," you say to him, re-checking your list. "we're out of rice??? impossible. i just had some yesterday." you sigh. "be that as it may, that doesn't change the fact that we don't have it anymore. can you grab it really fast?" he pouts a bit. you're not sure if he genuinely doesn't want to leave your side or if he's just stalling to remember where the rice aisle is. regardless, you don't want to stand here all day. "yuuji, i'll give you a kiss as a reward if you get it for me." he perks up immediately, giving you a grin and a thumbs up before dashing in the opposite direction. you smile to yourself. itadori may have been an idiot, but he's your idiot. the thought warms your heart. you push your cart of the produce section and into a large selection of rows, choosing one closest to you. you seem to be in the tea aisle. oh good, you think. we've been out of tea for a couple of days now. you peruse the section, picking up some green tea. you get some chamomile as well, stacking the boxes carefully so they won't get crushed by fruits. mmm what about chai? you search the boxes, only to see it's at the very top self. you reach up, fingers just barely touching the platform it's on. you can't even brush up against the box. you try standing on tiptoes, looking a bit silly as you try to extend your body beyond its natural length. you're thinking maybe you should wait for itadori to get back when a different hand easily plucks the box off the shelf. you follow the hand to its owner, to see it belongs to a tall guy about your age. he's cute you suppose, but it's no itadori. still, you smile sweetly and charm him with a "thank you! there was no way I was going to reach that." He smiles broadly back at you. "No problem," he replies. "You like chai tea?" You want to be polite and he's nice enough, so you respond "definitely! I don't know if it's my favorite, but it's a staple in my pantry." He blushes a bit, and scratches his hand behind his neck. "Yeah, same," he says. "There's actually a really nice café that opened up a few blocks away from here. They make a mean cup of chai, and they have these delicious little cinnamon rolls that go really well with them. If you're free any time soon, do you want to try one with me?" You open your mouth to politely turn him down when you feel a protective arm wrap around your waist. You turn your head to see a pink-cheeked itadori glaring at the stranger. he does look mad, but you also think he just looks so cute. ah, the duality of man. "oh, hi yuuji! did you get the rice?," you ask him. you have priorities, after all. "yeah," he says, not moving his arm or his gaze. "who's this, love?" oh, he's really jealous if he's pulling out the love. you try to defuse the situation. "oh, this guy just helped me get some tea from the top shelf. thanks again!" you say. the guy was not expecting a wild itadori to emerge from the tall grass, and is trying to figure a way out. "no problem," he repeats. "i'll see you around, yeah?" without waiting for a response, he puts the tea in your cart and walks away. "did you know that guy?" you ask, as itadori relaxes and puts the rice in the cart. "no, but it sure looks like you did," he says, a bit annoyed. "yuuji, are you jealous?" you tease. "no! of course not!" he retorts. his cheeks are still pink though, and now he's looking around like he expecting another guy to run through and sweep you up in their arms. you decide to take mercy on him, and tug one of his hands in your own. "hey, don't i owe you a reward for getting my rice?" he perks up, and flicks his gaze almost imperceptibly towards your mouth. you sweetly press his lips to his cheek, and smile innocently when he gives you an annoyed look. you turn around to go the cart, only to see that the tea guy has returned. itadori sees him too, and he looks mad again. however, instead of confronting him, he looks at you and says,

"c'mon, i meant a real kiss." he gently places his hands on your face and pulls you in. it's a light, yet passionate kiss. the rhythm is slow and soft, but there's a definite intensity behind it. his tongue has just swiped your bottom lip, entering your mouth when you remember that you're in public. you pull away and glance at the end of the aisle. the guy is gone. you glance at itadori. he is grinning triumphantly at you. you smile in spite of yourself, going back over to the cart. "yuuji?" he comes over, wrapping his arms around you and placing his head over your shoulder. "yes, my love?" "you got the wrong kind of rice." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ gojou satoru - a jealous gojou is not a good gojou. if you think he's annoying normally, it's about to get so, so, so much worse. ~ "satoru please!" you beg. you're feeling desperate now, there's no other way out. you two have gone to the park for a picnic to savor one of his rare days off. the spot you chose was warm and sunny with few people around; the day was supposed to be lovely. and it was, at least for a while. you had spent just the last hour cloud-watching, peacefully pointing out odd shapes in the sky. really though, you were just taking an excuse to lay on his stomach and talk. you two get so little time together like this that you try to savor every moment. however, in your analysis of a banana-shaped cloud far on the horizon, you noticed a familiar shape. the shape of your ex, to be precise. you stiffen, and gojou notices. "hey," he says. "what's wrong?" you don't respond immediately; your mind is swirling with schemes to avoid them. if you guys packed up now, could you go without being noticed? no, you were too close. could you hide? no, there wasn't anywhere to duck behind. you had to stop time somehow, but how? gojou waves his hand over your face. "hey? everything ok down there? have you gone into the void?" he asks. you start to glare at him, but then his words hit you in the face. the void. he can draw your ex into the void while you make a hasty getaway. you sit up, dropping your angry look and switching to a more saccharine one. "satoru," you start. "can you do a favor for me?" he gives you an easy smile. "of course, anything for you," he replies. "great, can you trap the person in the white shirt over there into the infinite void?" that certainly gets his attention. "i'm sorry, what?" he asks incredulously. "ok, so that's my ex over there. things ended kind of...awkwardly, and I just don't want to deal with this right now. could you trap them into the void before they notice me?" "i don't think the relationship was the thing that was awkward love. maybe you should just, you know, face the problem head on?" he suggests. "it can't be that bad. and even if it is, at least it'll be entertaining. actually, i'll give you two some privacy!" he says cheerfully, and promptly leaves. that brings you to your current predicament. you could be responsible and mature, but that would involve getting over your breakup. you may have slightly understated the awkwardness of the situation. truthfully, you got dumped and you pined over your ex for weeks afterward. you especially did not take it when when you were being broken up with. you begged them not to leave you while crying, making quite the scene in the restaurant they had chosen. now, with no lingering emotions, you just feel guilty and embarrassed for how you acted. but that was in the past, and you could move past that as long as it wasn't walking up to you. and now with gojou walking away, and them walking up...oh no. oh no oh no ohnonono. you take a deep breath in, and breathe out. i'm not the same person i was then, you think to yourself. this thought steadies your nerves; in fact, maybe gojou was right. you have been wondering what they’ve been up to, after all, and you might stop feeling guilty if you apologize. a bright and cheerful “hey!!” jolts you out of your thoughts; there they are. “hey,” you respond, a bit less cheerfully. you push yourself up off the ground to

greet them, and are a bit surprised when they pull you into a hug. it’s a more intimate hug than you would have guessed, with their hands snaking around your waist and gently cradling your head. they smell...nice, you think to yourself. as you pull away, you feel watched. you’re not sure from where, since you can’t see him, but you know gojou is watching you. well, good. he refused to help you out of this mess, so maybe you’ll make him suffer a bit. neither one of you say anything for a second.. “so….i guess how are you?” they ask you, smiling. “i’m great,” you reply. “how are you?” you ask. “good.” you stand there, neither one of you wanting to interrupt the delicate silence. “so,” you both say at the same time. you guys laugh, and just like that, the weird silence dissipates. “you go first,” they say to you. “well, i just want to say that i’m sorry. i know breaking up was probably hard for you, but i think i just made it harder by, you know, being unable to let us go. that was unfair to you and it definitely made things harder for me, so i’m really sorry about that.” “oh, wow,” your ex say, a bit surprised. “well, that sort of contrasts what i’m about to say. i was going to say that you were right.” huh? what? you furrow your eyebrows together, and stare back with a bemused expression. “i was right?” you venture. “about...what?” your ex sheepishly scratches the back of their head, giving you an embarrassed smile. “about us, i mean. you kept telling me that we were better together, and that we would only be unhappy apart. i know it’s been a while since we were together, but lately it’s all i can think about. i….still think i love you.” well, that was a bombshell. you just stare at them, stunned into silence. “sorry, i know that this is way too much for just meeting again; you just looked so beautiful and it reminded me of when we were together and i just miss being together and -- ah, i’m rambling like a crazy person now, aren’t i?” they wryly ask. you giggle. “just a bit,” you respond. they take your hands into theirs, tracing their thumb lightly over your skin. their eyes are honest, and their face is hopeful. “i know this is really sudden, but would you maybe want to get dinner with me soon? you don’t have to, of course, but…?” they pull one hand out, and drift it up to your face, caressing your jawline with such care that if you were not previously engaged, you might have melted into their arms right there. but you already had a boyfriend, even if he was an annoying one. you thought briefly about pretending to accept their offer, just to needle him, but decided against it. instead, you just kindly smiled at your ex, and pull their hand from your face. “this is really sweet,” you say. “but, unfortunately, i’m already taken.” their face falls, but they quickly mask it with a smile. “ah, i get it. someone as amazing as you would get snapped up fast. it was just my mistake to let you go,” they say, pulling back. “well, why don’t we start over with this. how about instead of a romantic dinner date, we just get coffee sometime. no love attached,” they add. “sure,” you respond. “i have been wanting to know what you’ve been up to.” “same here, how about tomorrow at 11?” they ask. “it’s a date!” you joke. “now, what’s a date?” you hear a familiar, slightly pouty voice from behind you. of course. why wouldn’t gojou appear at the worst possible time. you turn to your boyfriend, who has a shit-eating grin on his face. he’s planning something, but what? “hey ‘toru, this is my ex." you face your ex. "this is my boyfriend, gojou satoru." your ex smiles at him, blissfully unaware. "nice to meet you. we were just planning on getting some coffee soon." “oh, is that so? you’re not trying to steal my love away from me, are you?” there’s no threat in his voice, no hostility, but all the same your ex seems to pick up on his vexing energy and straightens up a little bit. “no, of course not,” they say. “hmmm, i believe you. but all the same, i could have sworn i heard talk of

a date. that reminds me love, weren’t we just finishing up on a date ourselves?” you sigh. “yes, we were.” turning to your ex, you turn back to say goodbye. that, however, is cut off by your lovely boyfriend picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of flour. shocked, you pound your fists against his back. “gojou satoru, put me down right now.” gojou ignores you, instead sticking one hand out to shake your ex’s hand. “sorry to cut this short, but we simply must finish our date back at our place. wish i could invite you, but this is a more private activity.” he cheerfully states. mortified, you start kicking him and hitting him even harder. “ ‘toru! put me down so i can dump you right here and now!” “ahh, can’t have that now. we’d best get going so that someone learns a lesson, see you around!” with that and a quick sweep down to gather the picnic supplies, gojou carries you kicking and screaming out of the park. once outside, he puts you down. “satoru, what the absolute hell was that??? that was so embarrassing!” you cry out. “it was your idea to let me deal with that, and then you swoop in once it’s all taken care of? now they’re going to think i’m...i’m... i don’t even know what they’ll think of me, but i’m sure it won’t be positive!” “shhhh,” says gojou. “you might make a scene.” if you were mad before, well, now you’re apoplectic. “a scene???? i might make a scene?” you spit out seethingly. the entire way home, you tear into him for embarrassing you in front of your ex and an entire park full of people. finally, you get home and you drop the j-word. “and all this because you were just jealous??” now that you’ve dropped the threshold of your front door and pulled the trigger, gojou’s entire demeanor shifts. he drops the picnic supplies and picks you up again, but instead of going over his shoulder you’re now up against the wall. you instinctively wrap your arms and legs around him to keep from falling, skillfully intertwining your bodies together. his blindfold has slipped off, and now his piercing blue eyes are pouring into yours with a powerful intensity. your previous angry words slip off into the void, as you’re transfixed by the way he’s staring at you. he leans forward to rest his forehead against yours, the tips of your noses just barely touching. “yeah,” he breathes. “i got jealous. i let an ex come up to you and try to take you away, and i only sat there and watched. i knew you would never cheat on me, but i just got annoyed with myself for encouraging that. you mean too much to me to just let you be taken by someone else, so i really wanted to get you out of there as fast as possible. so, yeah, i’m sorry for embarrassing you. let me make it up to you?” it’s hard to say no in this position, but you try to hold your resolve. “satoru, you just can’t do that. promise me you’ll never do that again?” he’s still looking at you with that seriousness, so he replies “yes” with uncharacteristic sincerity. there’s nothing out of character though about the way he moves in to kiss you though, full of desire and need. you fall into a steady rhythm, a sweet push-and-pull of dominance flicking between you two. gojou suddenly takes over, and just as suddenly, he pulls away and starts carrying you to the nearest flat surface. “let me show you how much you mean to me, yeah?”

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Liebesbeweis or: Valuable Lessons

A/N: THIS is the fic that was hampered by not one, but TWO power cuts! Unbelievable. Anyway, here’s some family slice of life, in which Dhar learns a lesson on not over-catastrophising...

To be an effective soldier, so Dhar was taught, one must be prepared to launch into action as soon as possible. A single wasted second could be where the lines between success and failure grow distinct. Several years had passed since his defection from that place. While he had slowly unleared its more toxic teachings, he still clung to the importance of rapid response. Especially when it came to being a father.

An opportune moment to put it into practice arrived one night when his sleep was disturbed by an abrupt scream. His immediate instinct was to flip over to the opposite side of the bed; an unstirring Heather, muttering something incomprehensible, clearly couldn’t have made such a sound. It could only mean one thing.

Nasrin.

Under usual circumstances, she was as restful a sleeper as they came. Heather had joked about her child inheriting her ability to enjoy deep sleep many times before. Whatever had distressed Nasrin couldn’t have been as simple as an odd noise. There had to have been serious trouble. And whoever or whatever caused it? Dhar hoped they had the wisdom not to bother begging for mercy.

Refusing to let Nasrin suffer for a moment longer than necessary, Dhar nevertheless made an effort to keep quiet, staying against the walls as he walked down the corridor to Nasrin’s room. He prayed that the stray creaks from the floorboards didn’t give him away regardless. Noticing distressful sobs from the other side of the red-painted door, he took a deep breath to steel himself, lowered the handle and opened up, flicking on the light switch and letting the door bounce against the wall as an intimidation tactic towards his child’s assailant-

Only to realise that he had overreacted.

Nasrin was alone and physically unharmed, but the untiring trembles of her body and her gaze flicking about the room gave her away. Chai, her plush horse and usually happy victim of rough play, was instead fulfilling a duty of comforter as she was clutched against her.

Dhar immediately realised that his overprotective approach to the situation had not helped. In fact, his sudden entrance provided poor Nasrin with a second dose of shock which he needed to dampen, now. Relaxing his posture so as not to upset her any further, he knelt down to meet her eye level, waiting until she looked his way before deciding on what to do next. There was no need for this, however, as Nasrin let Chai fall to one side and clumsily reached forward with her small arms, allowing Dhar to pick her up and hold her to his chest. Sat against the bedside, he stroked her unkempt hair and spoke soft apologies.

“Oh Gods, honey, I’m so sorry! It’s only me! I thought someone had hurt you...”

Dhar’s heart ached at the thought of his actions having unsettled his precious daughter. He had slipped into an old habit, with the consequences more than apparent. As the fabric of his night shirt grew damp with thankfully slowing tears, he came to a realisation. It was not fair on Nasrin, or on Heather even, to always assume the absolute worst. If every threat to a child was met with aggressive retribution, they would never be allowed to resolve said threats on their own. Wrapping Nasrin up in cotton wool would only make her more fragile as she grew up, as well, and there was no possible scenario where he would want that for her. Instead, from now on he would intervene only when necessary, consider the trust Nasrin placed in him and approach stressful situations with a cool head.

A thin rustling of material prompted Dhar to look down and see Nasrin, having lifted her head to speak.

“...I had a bad dream,” she said as she was put back down on her bed, russet sheets pulled away.

Well, that explained.

“Oh, no... Do you want to talk about it?”

Nasrin shook her head, clutching Chai a tad tighter.

“That’s fine. I won’t make you if you don’t feel like it.”

Ignoring the tick of the hallway clock, a long silence passed, neither parent nor child sure what to say to the other. Unsurprising, considering they had both endured a stressful five minutes.

“I don’t want to bother you but, um...” Nasrin’s eyes darted to the floor, then almost immediately back up again. “Can I come into you and Mommy’s bed?”

Heather will have questions about this, thought Dhar as he contemplated how to answer. Surely being woken up at this time of night would annoy her? Be that as it may, their child was seeking the security of both of her parents; if he knew his wife at all, he would know that she’d want to nurture the safe environment that Nasrin needed, and would do so unconditionally.

“You don’t have to worry about bothering us. What matters is that you feel safe. And if you feel safer sleeping with us, that’s fine. I’m sure Mommy will understand. Oh, and-” He gently flicked Chai’s braid. “Chai can come, too. Would you like that?”

After a beat, Nasrin nodded, the roots of a smile forming as her plush companion’s place in the family was affirmed. It was admittedly silly, but the tiny moment was enough to ease the tension. She popped off the edge of the bed and followed her dad to his and Heather’s shared quarters.

With the situation explained and room made for one more, Heather rested Nasrin in her own nook, taking a moment to ask something of her.

“If you’re ever scared like that again,” she whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind Nasrin’s ear, “It’s okay to come and ask for help or comfort. Don’t worry about putting us out - we’ll want to help you, Nasrin. You don’t ever have to face it alone.”

Before Nasrin was born, Dhar had been through moments where Heather would lie awake, staring out the window and wondering if she would be a bad mother. She would pile on the justifications for her claim, from time-blindness to worrying about melting down in front of the baby. Eventually, Dhar decided to counter her concerns by reminding her of everything he loved about her. Her compassion, her creativity, how she sees the best in people. All of the traits that would transfer well to parenthood. Having Nasrin in their lives, seeing how mother and daughter have bonded and what a damn good job Heather was doing raising her, especially right in that moment? It was almost enough to make him well up. He prayed to every god he could think of that his little one would have a better childhood than he did.

Docile rain began to pitter-patter on the roof. It was all the lullaby that was needed as the now-happy family, curled up in perfect warmth, allowed themselves to be embraced by sleep.

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Where The Road Took Me Pairings: The Avengers x Desi!Female!Avengers! Reader

(GIF credits to owner) Warnings: Mild swearing I guess??? Like I tried to not swear but like sometimes it just enhances it you know what I mean :) Other than that there's not much. Slightly unsupportive parents? Summary: You join the Avengers after an extensive military career. You're looking forward to your first Navratri since retiring, only for the Avengers to have a.... pillow fight?! Word Count: 2,527 words A/N: This is my first fic, so please be nice!! I accept constructive criticism, but I might cry :) I know Sam canonical speaks Arabic, so he might be able to vaguely understand Gujrati since there are overlaps, so we're just going to pretend that he doesn't. And if Tony speaks Hindi, cause I read that somewhere, no he doesn't. Also, since deciding on the readers powers, I realised that there's some overlap with Wanda's, so Wanda doesn't exist here.

Y/F/B/N - Your Friend's boyfriend's name

chai - Indian tea made with spices, honestly incredible couldn't live without it mandir - Hindu place of worship, also known as a temple Navratri - 9 day festival, where you dance well into the morning, a time to celebrate with family and friends chakri - Indian snack? Idk how to describe it, but I'll insert a picture here

Krishna - Hindu god of protection, compassion and tenderness

bhagvan tarma oopar daya le - God have mercy on you

chanya chori - women's cultural outfit, usually worn on special occasions

kurto (plural - kurta) - men's cultural outfit, usually worn on special occasions

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To say the last couple of months had been a whirlwind was an understatement. You had known you were enhanced since you were a teenager. You were quite clumsy and had fallen down a pretty big hill, and it activated a green grow around you. You had walked away without a scratch. And that's how you found out you could generate forcefields around objects and people to protect them.  You had never told anyone, your family was very conservative. They heavily encouraged you to focus on academics, and actively take part in your local mandir's activities. You practised in private though, wanting to make sure you had full control over your powers, and there wasn't any chance you could hurt anyone even if your powers were based on protection. Your family, well mostly your parents, were less than pleased when you decided you were going to enrol in the army, but you had to take some time for yourself to figure out what you wanted. Growing up in an Indian household was great, but your parents also put immense amounts of pressure on you.  You had thought long and hard about what you wanted, and had come to the decision to enrol in the military. It had caused a lot of arguments with your parents, them not wanted to put their youngest daughter in danger, and you wanting to do something on your own accord. Eventually, you had gotten tired of arguing, had packed up and moved to New York and enrolled. Your parents had gradually come around to the fact that this was something you wanted, and whilst they weren't the most pleased, they had stopped calling you tell you to come home. After a while, they had started becoming more supportive and even visited a few times in between your tours. Your relationship with them still had a while to go before it would become like it was before you enrolled, but at least you had your sister. You two had always been close growing up, and whilst she didn't know you were enhanced, no one did, she was the first person you told that you wanted to enrol. She had been very supportive, she had seen that even though you had always got good grades, it was more for your parents rather than yourself. She had been on your side the whole time, and had helped you to move into your apartment in New York.  It all changed on your ninth tour. It was night, and your unit was preparing to go to sleep when you came under fire. Without thinking, you had thrown your forcefield up, praying it worked; you had never tried to protect anything more than a car, and there were 15 people in your unit, and you were all spread out. Your team had looked at you in shock, but you were more focused on making sure the forcefield didn't collapse. The tour lasted another 6 months, and after it ended, you were called to the General's office, where Colonel Rhodes was waiting for you. "Colonel Rhodes, General," you greeted, snapping a salute. "At ease, Major Y/L/N," Colonel Rhodes said, smiling. "I'm sure you're wondering why you were called here today." "I am, yes," you said, slightly confused. "Well, General Hammond here informed me of what happened on your latest tour." You tensed slightly. You had hoped it would be brushed under the carpet, but you should have known it wouldn't be. What would happen now? "The General and I have discussed it, and we feel your gifts would be better utilised in the Avengers. Your military achievements combined with your…. talents would be extremely beneficial in protection. After training with Agent Romanoff, you would be able to work alongside Lieutenant Wilson." You blinked in shock, that was not what you expected. You took a few seconds to collect your thoughts, before responding. "With all due respect Colonel Rhodes, what about my unit?"  This time General Hammond spoke up. "Well Major Y/L/N, you're eligible for retirement after 8 years of service, and you have completed 12 years. If you do not wish to retire, we can always put you on the reserve team. But I feel that this is an incredible opportunity for you. You'd still be serving the country, just in a different way. You'd be

protecting the Earth from extraterrestrials."  You sighed internally. General Hammond was right; it was an incredible opportunity. You had always known you didn't want to stay in the military forever - that was never your plan. You had planned to go back into education at some point to study veterinary medicine or maybe veterinary physiotherapy. Maybe this was your sign.  You could be part of the Avengers and study veterinary medicine. You took a deep breath. "Okay, when do I start?"  And that was that.  Colonel Rhodes flew with you to the Avengers Tower where you were introduced to the team. Natasha put you through a day of rigorous training that left every muscle in your body sore. After that specific form of torture, she had smirked and said "you'll do." You got on with the rest of the team too. Tony are like siblings, constantly exchanging sarcastic remarks and witty banter. You went on run with Sam who was glad he had someone to run at his pace for once, and you often visited local cafes and bakeries throughout the city together after your runs. You sparred with Bucky, wanting to improve at hand to hand combat, since you were more comfortable with weapons. He also gave you pointers on how to use a knife. You talked about art with Steve, not to mention having girls weekdays with Nat.  Tony had offered you your own floor at the Tower, but you have politely declined. Needless to say, you hadn't informed your parents that you had joined the Avengers team, merely telling them that you had retired to study veterinary medicine. It wasn't exactly a lie, just not the whole truth. They had been ecstatic to say the least, they had never liked you being in the military, despite bragging to all their relatives. So you didn't plan on telling them you had joined the Avengers any time soon, preferably never. However, being on the reserve team came with its own problems. It was difficult getting used to being at home knowing you weren't getting called back any time soon. It had taken a while to create a routine for yourself. You decided to sign up for online university, it would have been too much to study on campus when you were still getting used to civilian life.  Slowly but surely, you created a routine for yourself. You woke up every morning, made yourself a cup of chai, and went through any readings you needed for that day, and made sure you had done all the assignments that were due that day. You then went on a run with Sam and sometimes Steve, with Sam showing you his favourite places in the city, often stopping for snacks. You then got through your lectures and seminars. Occasionally, you had to go in for dissections and required practicals, but those were few and far between.  You had gotten into the habit of going to your local mandir, it brought you a sense of peace, and you had connected with other people like you through it. Then you visited the tower for team bonding, depending on what day it was. Sometimes it was training and exercises, but other times it was just watching movies and pigging out on takeout. You hadn't been called on any major missions yet, and you were glad. You were enjoying this new routine, and didn't want it to change. Today was an exciting day for you. It was the first day of Navratri, your favourite Hindu festival. It was a celebration of the Goddess Druga over Mahishasura, the ultimate good over evil. The friends you had made at mandir were at your place, and you were all currently getting ready, and were all going to dance the night away, before crashing at your place and going out for breakfast in the morning. You were hella excited, it was the first Navratri you were celebrating in 12 years. You should have known something was going to happen. You were sitting on your couch, watching your friends panic over the folds of their dupatta, or their eyeshadow, or whether the heels matched their outfit. Personally, you didn't think it was going to matter, since they were going to come off anyway. You had gotten ready ages ago, so you were just snacking on some

chakri, and drinking chai, when your phone went off. You glanced at the contact, and saw it was Tony. You cursed. You had prayed to Krishna that nothing would happen today, but it looked like your prayers hadn't been answered. Sighing, you picked up, putting the phone to your ear. "Hey Tony, what's up?" "How quickly can you get to the Tower?" he asked, words rushed. You immediately went into combat mode, mind going at 100 miles an hour. Looks like the world isn't planning on giving you a break any time soon. "Uh, if I take my car I can be there in 10 mins flat," you reply, grabbing your coat and keys. "Great, see you in 10!" You glanced down and let out a string of curses. You were still in your Navratri clothes. Oh well, you change when you got there. You kept some spare stuff there anyway. You looked over at your friends, who were still in the process of getting ready. You sighed. Hopefully whatever the emergency was wouldn't take too long, and you can still go ahead with your plans. "Hey guys," you called out. "Something came up, so I'm just going out for an hour or so, but I should be able to make it to the venue soon." "Aw, what?" Your friend complained. "We've been planning this for months!" "I know, I'm sorry, but this won't take too long. Y/F/B/N is picking us up, and he still is, I'll just grab an Uber for the way there and come home with you guys." Your friends agreed, and you gave them all a quick hug before sprinting out to your car and rushing to the Tower. Your thoughts were all over the place; what could the emergency be? You reached the tower, using the special Avengers entrance, and mentally prepared yourself to enter the floor. Whatever you were prepared for, it certainly wasn't this.  It was mayhem, sure, but not the The Avengers Tower just got attacked by giant evil super villains mayhem. It was more The Avengers decided to act like 5 year olds and start a pillow fight on the entirety of the common floor.  "WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FRICK IS GOING ON?!" You exclaimed, a mixture of terrified and angry. Had you seriously panic driven to the Tower for this?! Everyone turned towards you, and their eyes widened. You probably looked like a right sight, in full chanya chori, makeup, 4 inch heels and breathing heavily. "Y/N! You look-" Sam stuttered. "You look amazing! Is that a chanya chori?" Natasha cut in, looking very sheepish for a Black Widow. "That's not the point! Today was the first time in ages I actually had plans and I got a call telling me to come to the Tower immediately! Naturally, I think it's an emergency, and rush over, only to find the world's mightiest heroes having a goddamn pillow fight!" You ranted waving your hands about. If it was possible, they look even more chastised, resembling 5 year olds. "I am leaving, and if any single one of you try to call me, bhagvan tarma oopar daya le." You storm out and get into your car, leaving the Avengers gaping like fish. "Damn, I didn't know Y/N could get angry. I mean, she's put up with us for months without getting even slightly annoyed." Tony remarked, causing Rhodey to slap him. You have a great time celebrating Navratri, it's been a while, but you still remember all the moves, and it's nice to spend time with your friends. The next day, after having brunch with your friends, you decide to head to the Tower. No sense avoiding the problem. You take a deep breath before stepping into the elevator, asking F.R.I.D.A.Y to take you up to the communal floor. You exited the floor, and were surprised to find all of the Avengers were there. "Um, hi," you said nervously.  "Hey Y/N!" Steve greeted. "Listen guys, I'm sorry about last-" "Nuh uh!" Tony interjected, jumping up. "We owe you an apology. I should have told you it wasn't an emergency." "Nah it's fine, I was just stressed last night," you say, shrugging, and smile to show all is forgiven. "Come sit down, I wanna hear everything, your outfit looked amazing!" Natasha said. You sat down, grinning and began to explain the story behind why you

celebrate Navratri, and explained the cultural clothes that you were wearing. "That sounds like a lot of fun!" Sam said. "Well, you guys can come today if you want! The festival goes on for 9 days, we were planning to go for at least a couple of the days anyway!" You exclaimed, excited. You loved Navratri, and the whole culture in general, and you really wanted to show the others what Hinduism is about. There were various noises of agreement, you spent a while helping them to order specific clothes for the event - kurtas for the boys and a chanya chori for the girls. You helped Nat and Pepper get ready, and honestly they absolutely rocked their outfits. Natasha was in a maroon chanya chori, with silver embellishments, whilst Pepper was in a cream chanya chori, with black thread detailing. They looked like a million bucks. You were just finishing up on makeup when the boys walked in, and it was safe to say they all rocked their kurtas. Steve was wearing a dark blue kurto, whilst Bucky was wearing an emerald green one. Tony was obviously wearing a red kurto, with intricate gold detailing. Your eyes wandered over to Sam, and your mouth went dry. He was wearing a black Bangalori kurto and looked so good you almost dropped your mouth open in shock. "Stop drooling," Natasha smirked, nudging you, causing you to snap out of it. You stuck your tongue out at her, before speaking up. "You guys look amazing! You all ready?"  After confirmation from everyone, everyone trooped into the elevator. You were driving, since you were the only one who actually knew where you were going. Honestly, the whole night was incredible, and you taught the other Avengers a lot. They genuinely seemed interested, especially Sam, which brought you hope that maybe, one day he'd like you back. Wherever the road takes you, right?

[psijic-toast]

FFXIVwrite 26: Break a Leg

Ao3 Link if you’d prefer it over there

“Are you certain this is… the only way you would have been granted entry?”

No, but it was certainly the fastest. Neither of them knew how often new positions in Eulmore opened up - after being denied access to the city as Alphinaud’s apparent ‘Assistant’, it could have been days, if not weeks, before another opportunity to gain entry arose.

T’ahria had hoped that her skills as a culinarian or seamstress would be put to the test; internally, she was practically screaming for a chance to work with the produce and fabrics of the First, and the city of decadence seemed like the perfect place to play and experiment with new crafts. But, alas, the city was in a constant need of dancers, and she wasn’t about to let Alphinaud go in alone.

Which is what she had been chanting to herself, since wandering past the main stage of the Beehive, and seeing just what sort of dances she would be doing.

“Yes” She tried sounding confident, to alleviate his worries. Or alleviate her own. But it was hard to do as she stared down at the makeup table, confused by the amount of products. She didn’t use makeup often, only at events that could count as ‘public appearances’, and even then she used a minimal amount, just enough to cover whatever bruises and cuts she had at the time. She had done similar this time, but now poked and prodded at various glittery lipsticks. “It was either this, or wait however long it takes for them to grow bored with a cook”

“I know” Alphinaud wasn’t looking at her, hadn’t been since he’d entered the dressing room, eyes locked on the deep magenta painted wall covered in gaudy gold filigree. “I just know you are not entirely comfortable being the centre of attention”

That was true. She was actively trying to ignore the swarm of hornets buzzing circles in the stomach, or the way her hand shook. She had hoped that some of her discomfort had been lessened by her time spent with Troupe Falsiam, yet when all eyes turned to her upon entry to the room, she wanted to melt into the floor.

At least they took mercy on her, in the form of clothing. Her shorts were a bit longer, and she was given a long sleeve top composed of white lace, so she at least felt like she was covered. The crowning feature was the mask she was given, matching the others in shape and style; shaped vaguely to resemble a deer skull, made up from panels of white and gold metal. 

“I’m sure I’ll be fine” She pulled the mask on, surprised how comfortably it sat. And the weight of it - how some of the pole dancers kept balance, she didn’t know. “I have this, so no one will know it’s me. Aside from you, of course. So that helps some”

Alphinaud mumbled something.

“What was that?”

“And the Exarch. The Exarch will know it’s you”

Her blood ran cold. “What do you mean?”

“Well, the Exarch has a scrying mirror within the Ocular, and judging by how you described your arrival, he used it to meet you at the gates. He’s also been known to check in on people while they are away. He used to routinely check in on Alisaie while she was Amh Araeng. A least until she berated him for it”

“Oh” Oh sisters, no. It was one thing to go into this, under the assumption that there would be no lasting remembrance. Alphinaud had only been able to get away from the Chai’s momentarily, under the guise of wishing her luck for her first performance. Which wasn’t technically a lie. He wouldn’t be around to actually watch the show, and she for one wouldn’t tell a soul. But if the Exarch chose to ‘check in’ on her now... 

It didn’t help that he was a man she didn’t know, unsure of whether he was an enemy, like she first thought, or an ally, as he so hoped to be. He was shrouded in mystery, yet held an air of familiarity that made her question whether she wanted to hug him, strangle him, or just scream into the rift. He was the leader of a city, a man of importance who had asked for her help in saving his entire shard, and that just made it all the more embarrassing if he managed to catch her falling on her ass off a pole. Or at least that’s what she told herself, unwilling to admit she found his mouth and jaw handsome, and simply wished that he would think highly of her because of it.

She wasn’t given much time to ponder it however, before Topaz - a strikingly beautiful vii woman who was acting as T’ahria’s guide and trainer - broke through the magenta curtain, eyes lighting up when she saw her.

“Oh, look at you! All dolled up and pretty! You’ll fit right in!” The woman’s eyes then caught onto Alphinaud. “Oh! Is this your little brother you were talking about? The one employed by the Chais?”

“Indeed” Alphinaud answered for himself, finally looking away from the wall, face immediately blooming pink. “I’m sorry for my intrusion, I simply wished to wish my sister luck before her debut”

“That’s so sweet! Think nothing of it, you’re welcome here! As are the Chais - do tell Dulia we miss her. She used to come by for makeup tips, but we haven’t seen her in an age”

“I will pass along your message miss” Alphinaud gave her a short bow, his manners earning him a giggle that made his face turn pinker. “I’ll take my leave and disturb you no longer. Break a leg, Dawn”

“I will. Break a… Paintbrush, I guess?”

T’ahria smiled as Alphinaud chuckled, leaving the room with a wave. No sooner than he had gone, had Topaz all but run over, lightly tugging the fabric of her clothes into more favourable places.

“Alright, let’s get you out there little bee. We’ll make a queen out of you yet”

She allowed herself to be escorted out of the curtains, into the almost bling lights of the main stage, a single thought ringing in her head;

Well, if the Exarch does see this, I hope he enjoys the show

[certifiedskywalker]

Being Best Friends with Klaus Hargreeves Would Include...

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I’m baaaaaaack (at least for a bit!)! Enjoy and cut me some slack as it’s been a while since I’ve written fanfiction; especially TUA fanfic!

It’s not entirely his own fault but Klaus is not the greatest influence.

So if you have a rather cautious personality, be prepared to do things far outside of your comfort zone.

If you’re more attuned to Klaus’ chaos, be prepared to get on the wildest ride of your life and probably definitely get into trouble.

If chaos is your thing you might become more cautious around Klaus! Who knows!

Either way you lean, you’re going to get used to the turbulence that comes with Klaus.

Perhaps that’s why you’re so close to begin with.

When he was younger, Klaus was rebellious to combat the structure of his Father’s schedules and training regimes.

Sadly, he could never really rebel enough to free himself entirely.

Aside from his brothers and sisters, Klaus didn’t have friends. 

So, when he met you, he dived in head first; all the good, bad, and the ugly.

It was after what Klaus remembers/believes was his first big bender when he found himself in a coffee shop, studying the menu with glossy eyes. 

It was one of your first jobs, working as a barista/baker. 

Klaus was wearing a long, faux fur line jacket, a pink crop top, and jorts (jean shorts). 

Because of his piece-meal outfit, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

That and he was holding up the line as he debated what he had the munchies for. 

“What would you get…”

“What?” You raised your brows at him, surprised he finally spoke up.

“What would you get if you had stayed up for three days straight, wine tasti-wine hoarding really, and raving in the best clubs of the city?”

“An aspirin and a chai latte probably.”

“Ah! Yes! A chai latte sounds ammaazing right now. Maybe a cookie too.”

“Snickerdoodle?”

“It’s like you can read my mind! Wait, can you? At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

After he got his cookie and his chai latte, the strangely dressed man made himself comfortable in the coffee shop.

After a few hours, Klaus was what your manager considered loitering.

Hell, after the last few hours of your shift and Klaus still lingered, your manager offered to walk you to your car.

“I think he’s just…”

You looked over and saw him, Klaus, idly twirling a pair of sunglasses between his fingers.

“...he’s just lost.”

When you had gathered your things and cleaned up after your shift, you wandered over to where he sat.

It took a moment before he took notice of you but when he did, he stood up quickly.

“Hey you,” he said in a rushed breath (somehow it still sounded flirtatious). 

“Hey, uh, I’m Y/N.”

“Oh! What a lovely name!”

He extended his hand to you and you finally saw the tattoos on his palm.

“I’m Klaus, my dear. Care for an adventure?”

That first ‘adventure’ was one that you would remember forever.

Klaus took you to his favorite second-hand shop and you thrifted horrendous articles of clothing.

You still have an incredibly chunky, cable-knit sweater from that day; when you miss Klaus, you wear it.

Klaus bought two wigs, decent wigs, with what money he had.

Outside, Klaus turned to you and grinned.

“Put this on, will you?”

“Pink isn’t re-”

He was already tugging the wig over your head.

“Pink is so your color, trust me,” he gestured to himself, “I know style.”

When he donned the other, curly haired, wig, Klaus led you to an array of establishments with less than welcoming atmospheres where you ‘borrowed’ some merchandise.

Klaus has not mercy for racist or homophobic stores/companies and ‘borrows’ from them often. 

Klaus nearly got caught, he lost his wig in the fray.

You had never felt more alive.

You had never smiled wider.

It was thrilling; he was thrilling. 

But he wasn’t thrilling all the time. 

After that day, you and Klaus were attached to the hip and you learned there were other parts to him outside of the bubbling, endearing chaos.

His addictions became startlingly apparent.

During his many sleep overs, he would search through your cabinets, your fridge, any other place he could think of, for booze.

“Klaus?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Whatcha doing?”

“Hunting for our dinner, what’s it look like.”

You set a limit on the number of drink he was allowed to have when he stayed over at your place (which was quite often). 

You didn’t want him to suffer but you didn’t want him black-out drunk, or high either.

Overall, you tried to rein in his drug use; for his own sake. 

When he isn’t wasted, Klaus tries to keep himself busy in other ways.

This meant a lot more ‘adventures’ for the two of you. 

Small trips to cultural grocery stores to try different foods

Thrift shopping; because Klaus is always looking to add to this wardrobe. 

You draw the line at dumpster diving.

“You’re missing out, Y/N! When I lived in LA for a week, this is how I survived.”

“You lived in LA?”

“For a time. Lots of bikinis...roller skates too.”

Other times you and Klaus would just walk around the city talking.

The two of you would create fantasy lives for the people you passed by, giving them wild powers like Klaus and his siblings.

Sometimes you would listen to Klaus talk about his siblings.

Your favorite stories to listen to were about Ben.

“After that, pigeons never seemed to land on the roof. Too scared I think. Ben and I did too good of a job.”

“Sounds like he was an amazing guy.”

“Yeah, he was. He likes y- I, he would have liked you.”

You tell him about your family, about your own struggles.

Through this sharing, this walks and talks, you both grow closer.

These winding walks often end at Griddy’s diner. 

“Slap me on the ass and call me Bessy, I forgot how good strawberry donuts are!”

When you return back home, your place, but Klaus calls it home, you settle in.

Klaus will braid his hair, offer to try to braid yours.

“Please, it keeps me busy.”

“What would you do without me?”

“Die of boredom, or just die, probably.”

If you both have a night cap drink before bed, you guys might dance.

Klaus tries to teach you a few moves before giving up.

“Just feel the music, my dear, feel it.”

Eventually, you both collapse and cuddle for a bit.

Klaus is a big fan of platonic cuddling so prepare for that.

Movie nights!

Due to his ‘training’ and his powers, Klaus tends to stay away from horror films so get ready for rom-coms and cheesy action movies.

“Have you ever wanted to do that?”

Klaus has a habit of asking questions during the movie; none of which are crucial to the plot of said movie.

“What?”

“If we got a boat, would you do the whole ‘I’m king of the world’ bit?”

“I mean, why wouldn’t I do it?”

“My thoughts exactly.”

There are nights when you can hear him whimpering from the couch where he sleeps.

Those nights, you creep out of your room and wake him up.

“Bad dream?”

Klaus never responds to the question, ever.

Instead, he curls up next to your and you play with his hair until he falls asleep again. 

The next morning, over coffee, you try to get him to talk about it.

Sometimes he does, other times he distracts from the topic.

Either way, you hug him.

“I’m here for you, Klaus.”

“I’m here for you too. Otherwise, I’m homeless.”

He is always trying to set you up with people.

You’ll be working at the coffee shop and he’ll come up and pretend to buy something just to tell you: “table in the far corner. They’ve been glancing your way a lot.”

“Klaus….they’re waiting for their order.”

“Oh. Well, you never know.”

That always leaves you smiling.

It’s hard not to be happy with Klaus as your best friend.

Even when he’s down or you’re down, the two of you together seem to lift one another up.

Being Klaus’ friend means having fun and feeling, feeling so much.

You feel his past pain, his struggle, his grief, in the same turn you feel his joy, his wonder, and his spark for good.

And in that, you inspire each other to do and be better.

[gangrenados]

Heyyy, can you do Dick Grayson with the tea thing please 💞

This has been in my drafts for so long! Omg sorry 😭

Anyway, hopes you like it 💖

lemon tea; what are mornings like with them?

In those weird occasions that Dick stays in bed with you, he tends to engulf you in a tight grip. Dick likes to have you near him when he's sleeping and it's a good thing since he hogs the sheets.

He's looks so cute with his hair disheveled and his lips pouted, you really don't have the heart to wake him up.

And when he wakes up he pepper your face in kisses before finding the will to get up and start the day.

peppermint tea; what do they get excited about?

Dick gets happy to think about you two having some alone time togheter. It's hard to find time for yourselves when the tower is full of people all the time and also you have to run around fighting crime and dealing with your normal job.

Even staying in the house with no one but you, just watching a movie sounds heavenly to Dick.

chamomile tea; what is their sleep schedule like? does it change around their s/o?

Dick always says that is important to have a decent amount to sleep because if you're sleepy you wouldn't do things alright, but this man can go three days without sleeping and be fine (but it's insane the amount of caffeine he consumes). He's such an hypocrite.

Dick truly wants to go to be bed with you and wake up the same way, but it's hard for him to leave all his work behind. He does tries to be with you at bedtime at least two days a week.

earl grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

This man is a flirt and he will use all his knowledge in the matter to his advantage. Dearing smiles and sublets remarks here and there to make you think about him, it's such a good luck that he's a nice dude, the kind who makes you want to befriend him or be his someone other.

osehip tea; how romantic are they? how do they show affection?

Dick is a romantic guy but not to the point that gets overwhelming. He leans more to the simple things like buying your favorite desserts when he's coming home from work or just swept you off your feet as you hug and spin just to annoy you a little bit.

But his favorite thing is trap you in a hug and pepper your face in kisses, he will tell you a few sweet nothings before fully kissing you.

black tea; what do they look for in a person?

Someone who he can rest with and forget about all the horrible things he has seen, I feel like he would want to have a connection, someone he can let himself be without fearing he will be disappointment if he puts aside his leadership.

Someone strong minded and kind will be his first to go.

pomegranate tea; at what point did they know they loved their s/o?

Both of you were in the rooftop, side by side with just a thin blanket covering yourselves from the cold night.

Dick's nose was pink and he was lightly shivering but he didn't wanted to go back to the mansion and brake your little moment togheter.

Yeah, the cool breeze might be the cause of a potential flu, but it was worth it if he could spend more time with you, laughing you asses off at some stupid joke and just killing some time togheter as you waited for the sun to appear.

"Oh my God! I love you so much!" Dick blurted out as he whipped away some tears; you freeze in the moment those words left his mouth and it the moment he realized what he just confessed he blushed." Fuck, did I just said that?"

matcha tea; how and when do they propose to their ms/o?

It happened a few years later after you started to date. Everything was going so well, so the idea just popped on his mind one day and he started working out with it.

He would be nervous, but will try to hide it, remembering the words of encouragement his teammates and family gave him so when you noticed his way behavior, Dick told you what was on his mind, how he felt about you and then he proposed to you in sweet yet direct way because he was afraid he might stumble over his own words.

chai tea; how do they spice up their relationship?

This man is down to try whatever it is in your mind, power play? Done, dom/sub? Done, roleplay? Fucking done.

Dick likes to be the one on top, tie you up and have you at his mercy, seeing you trembling and whimpering because of him makes him happy.

He might try to convince you to give it a shot to new risky position, the ones who left you wondering if you're gonna have sex or play twister.

hibiscus tea; what’s their favourite place to take their s/o?

He likes to go to the record store in search of his favorite albums or hidden gems he think you may like.

It may sound like a simple date, but he likes to calm of it of just walking around with you, hand in hand and spending some time in the store to go for something sweet to eat after it.

green tea; how do they comfort their s/o? 

Dick wouldn't leave your side, too scared that might get worse. If you're sad he's going to let you cry or rant about what's bothering you if you feel like doing it, if not then he's going to hold you until you don't need him anymore.

russian caravan tea; how experienced are they with relationships?

Dick has been in few so he knows the drill of being the boyfriend of someone. however, the fact that everyone is different makes it interesting, almost like a new challenge.

english breakfast tea; would they want a family?

Dick wants a family of his own and all the nice things that with it.

He sometimes daydream about you and him living a happy life together, married and with a child, maybe two. Yeah, that's his happy little fantasy that he hopes will come true one day...

rooibos tea; what’s their favourite thing to do with their s/o?

Dick love to take you out when the fair comes to the city, he loves everything about it: the pretty lights, the games and just the fun atmosphere.

He will do his best to win you a big prize and expect him to be cocky all night if he gets to do it.

Also he's a sucker for lazy days. Staying in pajamas/undies all the fucking day without liabilities? Perfect. You get to snuggle and make out as you have a movie marathon which you will forget pretty quickly cuz things got hot between you two.

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