#Four Bean Salad

[astranva]

Instagram Live

Word Count: 1k

Category: Fluff

Summary: Harry joins his girlfriend’s Instagram live.

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There were a lot of labels that people never seemed to like.

There were relationship labels that people fought over, sexuality labels that every media outlet liked to plaster, and scandalous labels that could break a royal’s reputation.

However, your label as Harry’s girlfriend was one that you actually seemed to enjoy.

Harry’s normal girlfriend.

Sure, you were called “Harry Styles’ girlfriend” more times than you were called by your own name ever since you became public three years ago, but if there was anything you felt like you had bragging rights about, it would be that you managed to form a connection with his fans for being yourself, and especially on TikTok.

It came as a surprise to many and most when people caught up to the woman Harry seemed so infatuated with that he was grinning some more, directing sappy lyrics to on stage, and going shopping with at places that weren’t Gucci. You were relatable.

Your TikToks were international treasure, especially ones where you pranked Harry or participated in couple challenges with, so it was no surprise that even your Instagram harbored some following who were instantly excited and urgent to join once they had got the notification.

yourinstagram started a live video. Watch it before it ends!

Clad in a black Pleasing crewneck, hair up in a microfiber towel, your legs were pushed up slightly against your chest as you painted your nails, peaking to see you already had 14,374 viewers.

“Helloooo,” you dragged, smiling once you saw the excited comments coming through.

user1: OMG HEY BESTIE

user2: PLEASING

user3: NO WAY YOU’RE LIVE

user4: hey, y/n! how are you doing?

“I’m doing okay,” you answered, sighing a little, “Just taking a quick break from studying and thought we could have a chat.”

user5: you’re still studying?

user6: OMG SAY HI ANGELA PLS

user7: @/user she’s getting a master’s degree where have u been

user8: do you miss harry?

“Hi Angela,” you smiled, “Yeah, I’m getting my master’s degree. Guys, I literally forgot how awful exams and assignments were because I graduated like, four years ago, so I don’t miss it,” you said, “Do I miss Harry? No, of course not. I don’t know who that is.”

user9: STOP DID THEY BREAK UP?

user10: I hope you’re joking

user11: NOT YALL BELIEVING HER ALKJWKJFH

You chuckled, “Some of you are new here, huh?”

user9: Y/N HARRY IS WATCHING

user12: HARRY

user8: HARRY IS WATCHING WEIFWEFH

harrystyles: Boo. You miss me.

user13: NO FUCKING WAYYYYY

You laughed, “You’re going to break them.”

user2: I CAN’T BREATHE

harrystyles: Oops.

harrystyles: Have you eaten?

user14: PLSSSS I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M SEEING THIS

“Yeah, I-Oh my God, H, I made one the best salads ever. It had chicken, like grilled chicken, and I had bell peppers, corn, lettuce, cherry tomatoes, red beans, onions,” you counted on your fingers, “Then I made this creamy avocado dressing. It was so fucking good.”

user4: share the recipe bestie

harrystyles: Yum. Can’t wait to try it when I see you.

harrystyles: Breakfast?

“Yeah, I had breakfast, too,” you nodded, “Butter toasts and those olives we got from Italy,” you said, “What about you? Are you eating well?”

user5: I can’t believe we’re witnessing this

user15: it’s like they’re on the phone together

user16: I want to sit on a highway

harrystyles: We had tacos! 🌮

You gasped jokingly, “Did you actually eat tacos because I was telling you about how much I’ve been craving them yesterday?”

paulithepsm: Y/NNNNNNN

user7: PAULI IS HERE

harrystyles: Yes. Hehe.

“Pauli!” You grinned, “I missed you too much!” You were beaming before pointing a finger at the screen, “Same doesn’t go for you though, H. I can’t believe you ate tacos without me.”

harrystyles: PAULI

user8: KEHFKWJE CRYING

paulithepsm: HARRY

paulithepsm: I miss my best friend 😭😭

user18: PLS

harrystyles: I’m sorry. I’ll make you tacos when you get here. Promise.

harrystyles: Show me your nails.

You showed your freshly painted nails to the screen, “Some Citrico Vibrante Cremoso greens,” you showed them off, “Buy Pleasing,” you teased, “Or find more affordable dupes, babes.”

user6: PLSSSS SHE’S SO REAL FOR THAT

harrystyles: I’ll match with you.

“You can wait until I come. I’ll paint them for you,” you said.

harrystyles: OKAY ❤

user3: HE’S SO CUTE

user10: THE EMOJIS HE'S SO REAL

jeffazoff: Come get your man. He’s a pain.

You laughed, “Aw come on, Jeff. He’s not too bad. You just need to cuddle him and feed him.”

harrystyles: Agreed.

harrystyles: Jeff, don’t cuddle me.

user19: KEUDUEWFKHJ PLS

jeffazoff: I wasn’t planning on it 🙄 I’m waiting for Y/N to come and do that

“I leave you for two weeks and now you’re about to kill each other,” you sighed, “Hey, before I forget, can you tell Lamby that I’ve been trying to send him my final thoughts about the outfit but it won’t get to him for some reason?”

harry_lambert: My phone’s been acting up, babe. Send it on email! 🖤

user20: I just want to be her

harrystyles: I love your outfit.

“Okay, Lamby, will do,” you said before giggling, standing up and backing away a little to show the Pleasing crewneck and the baggy green sweatpants you were wearing, “Oh yeah? What do you think?” You put a hand to your hip before pretending to flick back your hair, “My boyfriend got me that sweatshirt,” you pointed at it, “And these are his sweatpants,” you pointed again, “Hair by me, nails by me but using my boyfriend’s nail polish,” you said, wiggling your fingers before approaching your phone again, “He’s kind of a big deal.”

user6: PLSS WHY IS THIS SO CUTE

user7: she’s so cute

harrystyles: He’s so fucking lucky.

You giggled, cupping your hand around your mouth, “Harry Styles just cursed on live,” you whispered.

user18: LMFAOOOOO

user21: “he’s so fucking lucky” I DIED BYE

jeffazoff: Scandalous

harrystyles: OH FUCK

harrystyles: 😎

You laughed, “This is some content your fans will absolutely go feral over,” you said, “I need to go now.”

harrystyles: Call me?

user20: I’m not okay

You nodded, “I’ll call you right after I end that thing. Bye, guys! Talk to you later!”

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[prettygirlmjmjmj]

Understanding your cycle and the four phases

The female body has four cycle and at each cycle what your body needs will be very different. I'm going to talk about four factors you might want to consider for each phase; what kind of exercise/movement you should try to do, what foods to eat more of or avoid, what your energy levels may be like and self care for that phase. I hope this helps you understand a bit more about what is going on in each phase ands what you can do to help your hormones and body!

Menstruation (Day 1 - 6)

This phase is the easiest to spot as you physically get your period. Your uterus is shedding its lining and your cervix position is low and will feel hard.

what kind of exercise/movement is best to do? This is a good period for rest days and slow movement. Outdoor walks, stretching, slower-paced yoga and bodyweight strength exercises will help you get some movement/exercise in without causing more pain or discomfort for you.

what foods should you try to eat more of or avoid? Try to avoid fatty and salty foods. Vegetables, fruits and herbs like kale, beets, mushrooms, collard and hearty greens, sweet potatoes, root vegetables, dark coloured berries (cranberries, blueberries, blackberries), concord grapes, watermelon, red raspberry leaf, nettle and turmeric will help your body in this phase. Grains, nuts and seeds like buckwheat, wild rice, pumpkin seeds, flax, chestnuts, and peanuts are good to eat more of in this phase. Proteins like kidney beans, adzuki beans, duck, pork, shellfish, sardines, red meat and liver should also be included in more meals. Some examples of meals to have would be stews, warm soups and stir-fries.

what are your energy levels like? your energy is normally fairly low at this point, so try to prioritise sleep and rest. Try and make sure your schedule is fairly light at this point, lots of targets and deadlines may be somewhat overwhelming or stressful.

what kind of self care should you do and not do? Try to avoid exfoliating and waxing, your skin may be dehydrated and sensitive. Focus on getting more moisture and hydration, avoid harsh products. Try hydrating masks and focus on reducing inflammation. Try putting together a period package, journaling and reading more. Get plenty of sleep during this phase.

Follicular (Day 6 - 14)

This phase is when oestrogen and testosterone levels start to rise. The pituitary gland releases FSH and your energy, mood and libido rise!

what kind of exercise/movement is best to do? Now is a great time for more high-energy movement and exercise! Try activities like , hiking, running, swimming and Pilates as you have much more energy and will likely be prepared to exercise for longer.

what foods should you try to eat more of or avoid? Try and eat more veggies, fruits and herbs such as artichoke, broccoli, sprouts, carrots, lettuces, green peas, string beans, zucchini, rhubarb, parsley, avocado, citruses, pomegranate, plums, cherries, nettle and basil. Grains and seeds such as oats, barley, rye, wheat, pumpkin, flax, Brazil nuts and cashes will help during this phase. Protein-wise try to eat more lentils, split peas, black eyed peas, poultry, trout and shellfish. Meals that may be good during this period are oatmeal/overnight oats, tahini bowls, blueberry banana muffins and avocado salad.

what are your energy levels like? Your energy levels have risen so your brains ability to problem solve and plan. Creativity will be sparking during this period! Now is a great time to start new projects, brainstorm, dream big, plan for the week and do the things you love.

what kind of self care should you do and not do? Your skin has improved hydration, hyaluronic acid production. Now is a good time to try out new products as your skin will be at it's best and use gentle exfoliants to keep your pores clean. Focus on nourishment and treatment for your skin. Now is a good time to exfoliate your skin and use products to really emphasise your skins glow.

Ovulatory (Day 15 - 17)

This is the phase when your fertility is highest and your oestrogen levels are dropping of while your testosterone rises. You'll have a lot more energy and often a high libido.

what kind of exercise/movement is best to do? Try high-energy, high-intensity workouts like weightlifting, cardio such as spin or HIIT and longer hikes with more effort involved.

what foods should you try to eat more of or avoid? Try to eat more vegetables, fruits and herbs such as Brussel sprouts, red bell pepper, aubergine, spinach, tomato, chard, asparagus, scallions, chives, coconut, fig, strawberry, raspberry, apricot, persimmons, guava, dandelion root, burdock root and turmeric. Grains and seeds such as quinoa, pumpkin, flax, pistachio, pecan and almond will help during this phase. Try to eat more proteins such as lentils, salmon, eggs, tuna, shrimp and lamb. Meals that may be good are a fresh fruit or pasta salad, smoothies and broth-based soups.

what are your energy levels like? energy is typically very high at this point so now is a good time to socialise and get high-energy projects done! Be open to new experiences and things, make the most out of this high-energy period.

what kind of self care should you do or not do? Your skin will get oily in the next phase so find some way of deep cleansing (getting a facial etc) and try to keep pores nice and clean with toners and serums. Focus on hydration, nourishment and restorative products for your skin. Your cell turnover is at it's best, so exfoliation should be minimal and gentle during this period. Take long baths or showers and take the time to care for yourself.

Luteal phase (Day 18 - 28)

During this phase you get a surge of progesterone, but if your body confirms you aren't pregnant than then all hormones begin to decrease. Mood changes are fairly common during this period.

what kind of exercise/movement is best to do? as your energy drops so should the intensity and impact, so return back to slower and steadier workouts such as walking or hiking, yoga (you could try a slightly more challenging yoga workout), light Pilates that aren't too fast paced and stretching to help with pain or aches.

what foods should you try to eat more of or avoid? Try to eat more vegetables, fruits and herbs such as cabbage, cauliflower, celery, cucumber, collard and mustard greens, onion, parsnip, pumpkin, radish, squash, potato, sweet potato, apple, dates, peaches, pear, burdock root, dandelion root, red raspberry leaf and ginger. Some examples of grains and seeds that may help are brown rice, millet, sunflower seeds, sesame seeds, pine nuts and walnuts. Proteins to eat are chickpeas, turkeys, salmon, cod, halibut and beef.

what are your energy levels like? energy levels may be low/lower than previous cycles, so take the time to engage in creative and relaxing activities such as reading or painting to help with stress relief and to distract yourself.

what kind of self care should you do or not do? try to use gentle skincare products like foaming cleansers or clay masks. Spot treatments may be necessary during this period especially. Focus on skincare as breakouts are very common during this period and avoid trying out new products or any super strong products that may worsen your skin. Make sure to take care of yourself during this period and take things nice and slowly.

Remember this is in no way a one size fits all, the amount the phases last for will greatly vary as will how you feel, but these are a guide on how you may be able to help understand your cycle. All my love mj.

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[najia-cooks]

Hey Najia! I love this blog so much! I have a question. I find cooking pretty difficult sometimes. I'm chronically ill and also the kitchen stresses me out a bit because I'm very scatterbrained and there's knives and fire and stuff. I also fuck things up in the kitchen pretty easy. Are there any recipes on here you find particularly easy to make? That you'd recommend for when you just cannot be arsed? Hope you're having a wonderful day, I know it's your birthday 😄🎉

Thank you!

I can understand your stress—cooking can involve things that are objectively dangerous and also time-sensitive. I'd recommend:

Try recipes where you don't have to come into direct contact with the blades you use. Some Indian dals, for example, cook lentils in a sauce made from blended onion, tomato, and garlic; you could process them using a food processor or blender. A lot of things (fresh salsa, guacamole, a duqqa of garlic, chilies, and spices that you can throw in to cook with some lentils) can be prepared in a mortar and pestle, too.

I've never used one, but a vegetable chopper might help in a similar way that a food processor would, by reducing the amount of knifework that you have to do. There are a lot of recipes where a chopped onion is the only knifework required.

Also try recipes that are cooked in the oven, and not on the stovetop. Something that gets thrown into the oven on low heat to cook (like a casserole or fukharat dish) takes longer, but is more hands-off, than something that's cooked on the stove.

Do all of your prep work first. Read through the recipe and see what chopping, blending &c. needs to be done, prep each ingredient, and put it in its own little bowl. This includes anything in the ingredients list that says "1 onion, diced" or similar: do that right off the bat. If the recipe says "meanwhile" or asks you to do prep for anything while anything else is cooking, you might choose to disregard that and do all the prep first, depending on how long the cook time is and how much attention it needs (e.g., soup on a low simmer for half an hour can pretty much be left alone; anything in a frying pan cannot). This way you won't be rushing to chop anything quickly while worrying that something else is going to overcook.

Look for vegetables, like broccoli / cauliflower / romanesco and green beans, that can be broken up with your hands rather than chopped. Rip up cilantro and parsley rather than chopping them.

Admittedly "simple" is not the guiding principle of this blog, but here are some recipes that I think could be easily adapted:

Fukharat l3des: just one onion to chop. Cooked on low heat in the oven.

Fried tofu sandwich: just mixing sauces and spices. You can skip coating the tofu in cornstarch and frying it. Instead try freezing the whole block, thawing it, cutting into two or four pieces, and then marinating it in a plastic bag with your sauce overnight. Then bake the tofu for 15-20 minutes, turning once, at 350 °F (180 °C).

Roasted celery and potato soup: requires only very rough chopping; the cooking methods are baking and simmering. The fried tempering could be skipped by just adding those ingredients into the simmer earlier.

Carrot salad or chickpea salad or tapenade: you could throw all of the ingredients in a food processor.

Moroccan lentils: just an onion and tomato to grate or process.

Kashmiri lal chaman: the only thing you need to cut is tofu; the gravy is just water and spices. You could bake the tofu instead of frying it.

Black bean burgers: no chopping or frying if you omit the onion and carrot and elect to bake the finished patties.

'Chicken' and olive tajine: the marinade is blended or pounded, and there is no other prepwork to do other than chopping one onion. Everything can be simmered on low heat until cooked, so it's pretty hands-off.

Chana pulao: mostly rice, chickpeas, and spices. Some aromatic prep, but you could crush instead of chopping those.

Romanesco quiche: no knifework at all if you omit the aromatics and break aprt the romanesco with your hands.

Spanish garlic mushrooms: just crush garlic instead of slicing and buy pre-sliced mushrooms. There is frying, though.

Eggplant cooked salad: the eggplant is broiled and then spooned out. No knifework required if you use tomato puree.

Butternut squash soup: just roasting and simmering. No knifework required if you omit the aromatics and buy pre-cubed squash.

Dishes with a base of lentils, chickpeas, beans, rice, and/or noodles are great because there's no knifework that needs to be done to prepare the beans &c. themselves.

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[harrywavycurly]

I need more conversations with Eddie and reader from the one night stand series I love how they argue💕

Hiii babes!! I also love how they argue over the most odd things 😂 so I hope you enjoy these super random conversations between the two of them💖

-find all things One Night Stand Eddie here✨

*Eddie admits he likes to see you annoyed but deep down he just wants to make sure you’re okay*

“I’m not eating that.” “Uh yes…you are.” “Uh no…jackass I’m not now get it away from me before I gag.” “Oh the gaging trick huh? You really think that’s going to work?….I saw you gag at a salad then ten seconds later devour a pile of fries so…yeah eat the fucking green beans.” “The salad had croutons on it.” “Yeah? So?” “I don’t like them…they are hard and annoying when I’m just trying to eat my lettuce with ranch.” “Okay no croutons on your salads from now on…now stop trying to stall and eat the damn vegetables.” “They don’t even have cheese on them…” “who the fuck eats green beans with cheese?” “Everything is better with cheese…I don’t know…it just sounds good.” “For the love of god just eat the fucking green beans so we can leave and go look at that crib set Dustin’s mom has for us.” “You’re such an asshole.” “Yeah and you’re a bucket of fucking sunshine…now eat.”

“How are you feeling.” “Like I have a human growing inside me.” “Is…that a good feeling or?….” “It’s weird I feel weird…not bad weird just…I don’t know how to describe it.” “Are you in pain or anything?” “Not really…I do feel like my ankles are getting huge…not sure why I’m not even four months.” “I noticed that.” “Noticed what?” “Your ankles.” “You noticed they are getting huge?” “Yeah because when I tied your shoe the other day they looked a little…puffy…what’s wrong? Oh fuck…” “you’re such a jerk…sorry my ankles are fucking puffy Edward I’m kinda carrying around your baby and just have a lot of weird shit happening with me body.” “No no I didn’t mean it like a bad thing…they are uhm…cute and…puffy…I like them.” “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” “I’m just gonna go…” “please do.” “See you…at the next appointment…call me if you need anythi-” “bye asshole.” “Our baby is gonna come out with the mouth of a sailor…”

“So…I saw something interesting when I drove up earlier.” “Am I supposed to guess what it was or something? Because I’m not in the mood.” “You’re just so fun to be around…” “Eddie…” “i saw your complex is uhm…leasing two bedroom apartments…” “yeah it’s an apartment complex…they are always leasing…” “well what if uhm…I uh…got one?” “You want to get an apartment in my complex?” “Yeah I mean it would make things easier for when the baby arrives and if you ever need me I’d be close by….why are you looking at me like that?” “You…you really are serious about this huh?” “About what?” “This…like being around for…everything.” “Well yeah…I don’t uh…want to miss anything…I just wanted to see how you felt about it before I went and talked to them.” “That’s fine…it would be better if you were a little…closer.” “Did…did we just agree on something?” “We did…feels gross.” “Yeah feels down right wrong…” “can we go see Wayne now? I’m fucking starving and he said he was making taco casserole.”

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[silent-raven13]

You're my Habichuelas to my Beans on Toast! 😘

(I know weird title, sounded good in my head 😭😂 Also I was gonna title it The thing about beans, but I didn't like it. Maybe Your my Habichuelas and I'm your Beans on Toast 🤔)

(Warning: Slight mention of alcoholism, child abused; starvation-ish)

Every so often Hobie would come by to the Morales family for dinner, he's been doing it for about three to four years, since he started dating Miles. Maybe more when he used to come by with Gwen and Pav.

Mrs. Morales is always kind to offer them to stay over and eat dinner. Whenever she had a day off, she plans to cook double the amount of food, whenever Miles brought home his friends or as of lately, his boyfriend. Sometimes she would look at his body noticing how skinny he is, she would touch his arms or face to feel the bones under his skin. A habit she always did with Miles, too.

Her Puerto Rican instincts took over, always offering more food, telling Hobie or Miles' friends to take some food home. It's always been that way. The funny thing about Hobie is no matter how much he ate, he always remain skinny.

In the beginning, he was overwhelmed by the amount of plates he had to eat. Always being so stuffed, so full that he felt his stomach bulge out. Miles would laugh at the small round belly he would have, because it looked so odd with his tall body. Hobie gotten so used to rarely eating ever since he ran away from home, living on his boathouse with only a canned of beans and toast were his go-to meal. Oh, and he always have beer, his cigarettes and weed to keep him full.

The punker almost forgot how he used to do it, starving for three days at a time. Now, he gotten so used to Rio's meals, he felt hungry! Been a long time since he felt that way, he recalls it was his early childhood when his mother wouldn't buy food for days at a time leaving him and his siblings to starve or search anything in the kitchen. And you guessed it!

They would find a canned of Beans and left over white bread. Their mother would be knocked out from drinking too much, or she would go to the bar leaving them alone. Hobie had to heat up the canned of beans and split it with eight of siblings, always trying to make it last long enough- How he did it? He would add water, steal some vegetables to give it the Jamaican flare, and sometimes his other siblings would hustle on the street to buy a loaf of bread.

He always did worried for them, they were so young to be out on the streets trying to wash cars or pretend to be homeless just for some cash. It was the only way to survive with his neglectful mum. That bitch.

Now, he's blessed with an amazing boyfriend that would always bake him goods or give him leftovers from Mrs. Morales. He never felt so loved from the Morales Family, it felt nice to be part of a heartwarming family. Even if Jeff and Billie give him looks, they are protective of their son, which Hobie will have that then them hating him.

Hobie stood on top of a building noticing Miles behind him, "Hey, baby." His boyfriend gave him a side hug and kiss with their masks on.

"Hey, Sunflower."

"You coming over for dinner, right?"

"Right!" Hobie's stomach growling.

Miles's mask eyes widen being surprised at his lovers' stomach, "Is your stomach growling? I don't think I ever heard it growl." The nineteen year old pouted under his mask, "Have you been eating, mi amor?"

"Hah, it's fine, luv. My stomach knows when to eat." His boyfriend chuckles in amusement, "Its good, I can eat."

"Oh good, my mom made a lot of food today. She made arroz con habichuelas, your favorite! Some chicken, fried plantains, mofongo, salad- Baby, so much! She thinks you lost weight!" Miles said out loud.

"Ha, guess I have to eat three plates today."

"It's okay to go easy on yourself," The nineteen year old Spider-man rubs Hobie's flat hard stomach feeling his abs, "Last time you look like your were about to passed out."

"I did over did it with those pastries, huh?"

"Billie and my dad was about to fight you for taking the last one, too." He giggles, he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck, "Baby, go easy on yourself today. You can always take the left overs at your place."

"Okay, luv." Hobie lifts up his mask to reveal his mouth, then lifts Miles' to kiss him, "Mmm, I think I'm spoiling myself with dessert first."

Miles chuckles giving him another kissed, this time he snuck in some tongue, "Mmm, me too. You taste so good." He could feel Hobie's hand on his rear. "Haha. Hobie, chill baby. We have dinner with my family."

"Can't help it, you got a nice arse, luv." Hobie kisses him against adding his tongue into the mix. The two let their tongues play with each other to the point Hobie likes to suckle on Miles' tongue giving a low purr sound. Miles would mew back at him with a delightful tone.

Then they both jump hearing Miles' Smartphone ringing out loud causing them to stop, "It's my mom." Miles said being a bit annoyed that she's calling him again. They were getting to the best part of their make out session. He pick up his phone while Hobie continues to kiss him around his cheek and neck. "Hola, mamí?"

Hobie could hear Rio's voice speaking in Spanish, his lips suckling on Miles' neck leaving him a hickey. Just a little surprised to pissed off Jeff. "Sí. Sí! Mami, el viene! Yeah, ma! We're heading there, right now." He could feel Hobie's mouth suckling on his neck giving him a hickey, his hand lightly tap his shoulder to let him stop. "Okay, bye. Love you! Love you, too Billie!" They both could hear the little girl in the background shouting out loud for Miles.

When Miles hung up, he playfully slap his boyfriend's arm, "BAE! You gave me a hickey! Ugh, my dad is so gonna kill you! Do you want to be dead?" He rub where his boyfriend kissed him.

Hobie laughs out loud, "Let him try. Besides, we been together for a good while, darling. He should know by now we have fun, if you catch my drift."

"Ew, BAE! No! I don't want them thinking that. It's weird!" Miles whines with his hand gently punching his boyfriend's chest, almost playing around. "And embarrassing!"

"Awe, but he did saw us making out on your bed!"

"And why did you think he wants the door wide open! He almost threaten to remove it!"

"You're not his daughter! He acting like your his little princess instead of his son."

"Because I am his only son!" Miles whines at his boyfriend, "His baby boy who happens to be bisexual! He's over protective!"

"Too protective, if you ask me. I'm surprised they want to know where your at, or what time your coming home!"

Miles laughs in amusement, "That's what happens when you got a Puerto Rican mom, bae. There's no such thing as freedom under a Black Latino household. I'm just lucky they didn't give me curfews, some of the kids I grew up on my block still have them."

"That's bonkers, luv. I rather be free than at home."

"Why you think I spend most of the time sneaking out, bae?" Miles smirks at him. "Anyway, let's go. My mom said food is hot." He pulled down his mask to cover his mouth as he began swinging to his home, Hobie follows!

"Ya! YAYAYA! Ohh, yummy!" Billie sits in her high chair holding out her spoon being so excited to eat, her mom always makes the most delicious meals. Her favorite would be mofongo and arroz con haichuelas. Something about them makes her mouth water. She had her cute little Doc McStuffin bib on, "Ohh! Oh!" Her eyes saw her dad pouring juice in his cup. "Jugo! Jugo!"

"I'm coming, princess." Jeff chuckles, seeing his kid wanting her juice in a sippy cup.

"Remember to water it down. She can't have too much sugar, mi amor." Rio said to her husband.

Jeff said, "I know the drill, honey." He took a pink sippy cup adding a bit of water then juice to dilute it. Tightening the lib, he handed the sippy cup to his toddler.

"Gracias, papá!" Billie happily took her sippy cup to drink it. "Mmm, juice!"

"Aye, sî, mi bebé." Rio coos at her daughter as she placed a bowl of salad in the middle of the table, she put her hands on her hips. "Where is Miles and Hobie?"

"I don't know. You called me them?" Jeff asked serving Billie's plate and his wife food. Then, he made his own plate.

"Yes, and he said he was almost here! That boy always late."

"Hmph, I'm telling you. Hobie got him running around the streets." Jeff grunts.

"Aye, Hobie only listens to Miles."

"You're telling me Miles is the one telling him what to do?" Jeff asked in disbelief. "I never seen Miles do that."

"He's part Puerto Rican, Jeff. I wouldn't be surprised if he's a bit tóxico or the jealous type with his novio! Remember how I was when we were dating?"

"How can I forget? You always hated when any girl came to flirt with this handsome man." Jeff grins widely remembering Rio being the jealous type and never taking bullshit from anything.

"Hahaha," Billie got her plate of food being happy, "Yummy!" Jeff set his wife's plate and his own on their spot.

"You hungry, mi amor?" Rio asked her daughter watching her take a spoonful into her mouth.

"Mmhhmm," Billie nodded with excitement. What more could she want in life? She got Arroz con Habichuelas, mofongo and her juice! Life is good for her.

Then, Miles quickly open the front door with his key wearing a work out outfit that covers his Spiderman suit underneath him. "Sorry, we're late. Had to catch the bus!" He said out loud sounding like a lie. "Hobie is here!"

"Hola, Mrs. Morales. Hey, dad." Hobie grins widely at Jeff, hearing the older man choking on his own plate of food. Rio cover her hand to hide her laughter seeing the way her husband went to grab his glass of juice to chug whatever he's choking on.

"Excuse me, young man?" Jeff finally asked in his firm policeman tone.

Hobie grins widely like picking on Miles' dad for the heck of it, "Nuthin' just saying hello, pops!"

Miles playfully pat Hobie, "Behave, bae. I'ma go serve you a plate."

Hobie said, "Its fine, luv. I can serve myself." He quickly dodges a dart aimed at him, he looks over to find Billie using her web shooter.

"Damn." She said with a pout.

Rio's eyes widen, "Billie, no se digas eso!" She glares at Jeff, "Did you thought her that?"

Hobie laughs at the way Rio scolding Jeff, he went over to find Miles by the stove getting food for him. The punker rested his head on his lover's shoulder watching him serve his food. "Luv, it's okay. I can serve my-" Miles cut him off, "No, I'll do it. You want more arroz?"

"Yes, darling. Two more scoops."

"Wow, you love rice and beans more than me. Are you sure you're not Puerto Rican, bae?" The nineteen year old chuckles.

"Heh, I am Jamaican, luv." Hobie saw his boyfriend opening another lid that had cooked seasoned chicken, "Two legs, please."

"Okay." He said putting two legs of cooked chicken on the plate.

"There's Mofongo! El necesita comer, Miles!" Rio said out loud.

"Okay, mamí." Miles said to Hobie, "She said you gotta eat Mofongo."

"Ay, tostones, también!"

"And tostones."

"Give me all of it." Hobie kisses Miles' cheek, "I'll eat everything."

Miles giggles, "Alright!"

"Hey, six feet apart, young man!" Jeff eyes the two seeing how close Hobie would get close to his son with his arms around his waist. Nope, he did not like that, his son is too young to be manhandle like that.

"Ay, Jeff. Déjalo!" Rio lightly pat her husband's hands, she turns over to find nothing wrong, "You used to do that to me!"

"Well-I- I was a committed boyfriend at th-" Billie snorted, "Hmmm."

Hobie turns over with grin on his face, "Don't worry, pops. I'm committed to my darling Sunflower." He lay his head on Miles' back who's still busy adding food on his plate.

"It's fine, mi amor." Rio rubs her husband's hand, "Let them snuggle."

"Heh, yo wouldn't like it if Miles was a girl and be 'snuggling' like that." Jeff grunts.

Miles got his own plate of food, "Hey, bae. You thirsty?"

"Yeah, I'll have a pop if you got any."

"Okay." His boyfriend went into the fridge to pull out two glass bottles of Coke Cola, and open the cap with a bottle opener. The two took their own plates and pop to sit beside each other. Rio saw Hobie sitting at the end of the table across from Jeff, which is always funny to see the two facing each other. Miles sat next to his mom while his boyfriend on his right side.

"Oui? Que poquito!" Rio's eyes glanced at Hobie's plate, "Miles, you didn't give him enough!"

Miles look at his boyfriend's plate seeing the mountain of food, "Mamí, I did! Look, he got three big scoops of arroz, dos piernas de pollo yet mofongo. I even gave him five tostones!"

"Mira qué flaco tu novio es! He needs more food, Miles. You gonna need to serve him a second plate." Rio said with a worry tone, somehow she always find a way to overfed her son's boyfriend.

"Baby, he's fine. The boy can't be eating all our food!" Jeff said with a grunt. "Billie may want another plate of mofongo."

"Huh uh!" Billie chews with her mouth covered in food and her bid all dirty.

"Actually I wouldn't mind another plate of rice and beans. It's one of my favorites." Hobie began eating his plate already feeling his stomach being so happy.

"See! He's gonna be a fine Boricua para Miles." Rio smirks at her husband, "He likes the food, I bet you love it more than tu país' comida!"

Miles spoke for Hobie, "Hahaha, ma. Hobie loves England." The two made up a lie that Hobie move to the USA from England to get his music career going as a Punk Star. It's one of the best lies, since they didn't have to worry about meeting his boyfriend's families... not yet that is.

"Say," Jeff began as he uses a fork to get a rice into his mouth, "What do you, British people eat over there? Or ya'll just drink tea and crumpets?"

"Dad! That's rude!" Miles said out loud, being in shock by his dad's words.

"What? Don't they just drink tea and eat those little fancy cakes?" Jeff asked out loud.

"I saw this video on Youtube of this guy going to London and he ate this big English breakfast and it got these steamed tomatoes, sausages, runny egg, and beans! I never knew British people like beans?" Rio asked out loud being surprised about her discovery on English food.

"I dunno... can't trust some white people making beans." Jeff mutters lowly.

Hobie laughs out loud in amusement, he glances at Miles biting his bottom lip, "It's alright, luv. They wanna know." He reassures his partner before talking, "Actually, I grew up with a different experience, my mum was absent and me and my siblings would eat a lot of store bought meals. So, I never actually had those fancy little cakes or English breakfast till... I started my band and made some money."

"So what did you eat growing up?" Rio asked sounding a bit worried. An absent mother? That got alarms ringing in her head.

"Well, I am Jamaican, so my English meals would have a bit of flare, a bit of seasoning- but often I enjoyed a bottle of ale with beans on toast." He said out loud.

Now, Miles' parents knew Hobie drinks, and he used the excuse that English teenagers drink early without being in trouble with the law, it's not illegal unlike here in the USA. "Qué, Qué?' Rio arched her eyebrows, "Beans on toast?"

"Well, I give you that, a nice cold beer is better than any tea with a meal." Jeff grunts. "But what is beans on toast, Mr. Brown?"

"It's ya regular canned beans on a good toast. One of my favorite meals growing up." Hobie casually chews his food.

Miles slowly chews, "Like frijoles con pan? The way Mexicans, and Central Americans eat it?"

"What do you mean, luv?" Hobie arched his eyebrows. "You seen me eat it before."

"Did I?" Miles tries to remember, "Ohhh, wait those are beans? I thought it was jam or some spread!"

"No, darling. Those are beans! The best ones are from the Hienz brand with tomato sauce." Hobie said, he let out a chuckle seeing Miles' parents looked so confused.

"Heinz? Como la ketchup bottle brand?" Rio asked.

"Yes, Mrs. Morales."

"Heinz do make baked beans, but aren't they sweet beans?" Jeff asked, finding his stomach bubbling in a weird way at the thought.

"I never knew..." Rio honestly said, "I'm so used to buying Goya."

"Do you just eat it with toast?" Miles asked, he only ate his Habicuelas with rice, unless if they ever and he means EVER ran out of rice, he would grab a french bread or pan Sabao to eat his beans. It's filling for him to last through the afternoon, but it's very rare. His mom always have stacks of white rice in pantry.

Also he didn't want to judge his boyfriend's favorite meal, when they are eating beans and rice. Not to mention, a lot of Mexicans and Central American folks like to eat refried beans with bread.

"Actually it's a bit sweet cause that tomato sauce, but I always fancy adding more salt to my beans." Hobie began then answered Miles' question, "Growing up we would eat it just like that. Sometimes if we're lucky we get salted butter. Some like it with cheese on top or get a little fancy with an egg yolk, or I've seen some like to add sugar to make it sweeter. I always prefer it savory with some onion, fresh tomatoes, bell peppers and garlic." He chuckles looking at his boyfriend's giving a slight nod.

"Ma!" Billie finished her plate wanting more.

"Quieres mas, mi niña?" Her mom got up to serve her a bit more when Billie drink her juice giving a nod.

Jeff said, "Egg yolk? I think I would've liked it if you ate fancy little cakes instead."

"My family was never able to afford it, pops." Hobie grins widely not being too bothered sharing his childhood life, as long it's not too deep.

"Pero, mijo..." Rio came back with Billie's plate have a little bit of mofongo and rice with beans, "Was there anything else you grew up eating?"

"Well, Jamaican patties, store bought. Canned soups, frozen meals. Money was always tight." Hobie remembers him and his siblings would do the shopping with a few bucks and try to make their money stretched. The memories of finding cheap cans, frozen meals and anything that help them last till the next was always a struggle. "Sometimes we would make up ways to make eggs last longer like adding flour or corn bread. There was nine of us."

"Dios mio." Rio sounded upset hearing that, she never wanted her own kids to struggle that way. She knew the moment her and Jeff were married and planned to have kids is to always make enough money for their family. No wonder Hobie is so thin. "Aye, no. Miles, dale mas comida! Con razón es tan flaco!"

"Mamí, he's fine now. He ates all the time!" Miles said out loud seeing how his mom already panicking as if Hobie is going to disappear. Rio came with another plate with more food for the tall English punker.

Hobie laughs in amusement, "It's alright, luv. I can eat it."

"I don't want you to get a stomach ache." Miles said being worried as he watched his mom place a plate of food with extra everything much bigger than what Miles serve him.

"Ma, that's too much food! You're gonna kill him!"

"Miles, no empieces! I never heard of someone dying from being full and I work at the hospital!" Rio smack her lips.

"Yayayaya," Billie mimics her mom.

Jeff said to Hobie, "You better eat all of that, before you make her mad."

The family went back and forth talking during dinner. Hobie helped Miles cleaned up while Jeff lay on the couch watching television with Billie. The middle age man slowly knocked out letting Billie have to remote to put on her show. The little girl giggles as she watch Bluey.

Rio packed some food for Hobie to take home, which he didn't mind. Sometimes his bandmates would come by and eat most of it. He normally likes Rio's Habichuelas Guisadas, they savory full of powerful flavor, the taste of potato and olives give another extra level.

The two wanted some alone time, so Hobie casually said, "Darling wanna go for a walk?" A walk meaning let's be Spiderman and hang out somewhere.

Miles smiles widely, "Sure." He went to get his Smartphone and keys to the front door, "Ma, I'm going out with Hobie. I'll be back."

"Okay, be home by eleven!" Rio hums as she went to sit on the couch next to her snoring husband and daughter.

"Ma, I'm nineteen!" He pouts having to whine a bit. Hobie likes it when Miles acted a little spoiled bratty toward his parents, it's cute to see his legs shake.

Rio gave him a look then sighs, "Midnight." Her voice stern. "Under this roof, you still have a curfew!"

"Okay!" Miles rather have that, than ten'o clock when he was younger! This is why he rather sneak out than ask.

"Thank you, Mrs. Morales for the meal. It was amazing as always." Hobie said to Miles' mother putting on his good charms. He went over to give her a hug. "Have a good night."

"Thank you, hijo! You're always welcome to eat here. Qué tengas buenas noches." She smiles to him, her hand patting his back, "You got plenty of food?"

"Yes, ma'am." He nodded, then he lightly pinches Billie's cheek, "Good night, Billie Boo." Holding his plastic bag filled with containers of food.

"Mmm, no!" She turns her head at him, as she swat his hand away from her face. "No, sleep!"

"Billie be nice." Her mom said.

Hobie chuckles at the little girl turning back to watch her show. Then, he saw Jeff knocked out snoring, seeing how he didn't need to say good-bye to him. He went along with Miles with his arm around his lover's shoulder as they walk out of the apartment.

The two quickly went up on the building's roof and started to put their masks on. They went to a much higher building from the public eye view, swinging with their webs doing fun tricks and flips.

The two got to see the sky already getting dark. "Ugh, I'm stuffed." Hobie said hitting his chest to get rid that feeling of being full. He took off his mask to breathe better.

"Told you not to eat, bae." Miles took off his mask, his nike black and neon pink outfit protecting him from the cold night. "You good?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, Sunflower. I'm actually better that I'm full." He stood showing off his stomach, "See? No belly."

"Yeah, that means you're getting used to eating so much." Miles' eyes on his partner's flat stomach, "How did you put it all away?"

"I just do." He chuckles pulling his boyfriend into his arms still holding a bag of his food. Leaning over to kisses his boyfriend's lips.

The sound of them kissing got them more into it. Miles' hands hold Hobie's fit arms, he let out a little moan, "Mmm."

His boyfriend would chuckles as they kept going with their tongue. They can taste their savory mouth, their lips smacking against each other. Once Miles pulled away, "Shit, I wished I snuck out." He pouted.

"You can still can. Go back home and snuck out when they fall asleep." Hobie purrs having to pull his lover closer to his crotch, "Luv, you got me in a frenzy."

"Mmm, me too." Miles kiss him again, "Mwah. Mwah." Giving his boyfriend all the kisses, then pulls away, "You know, I don't mind giving it a try."

"Trying what?"

"Beans on toast. I want to try it," His hands rubbing his boyfriend's muscular chest feeling it through all the punk layer clothing, "I wanna know what you like, learn more about your childhood and family."

"Oh," Hobie suddenly became defensively, "Luv, we don't need to go that deep. I'm fine with you trying my favorite meal and meeting my siblings, but more?"

"Hobie, I wanna be there for you. I still don't know much on your past. You keep avoiding it. The only thing I got is your dad a fucking asshole for bailing out on you and your family, and your mom being absent."

"Miles, my mum is drunk. I've told you this." His boyfriend move away wanting to move away from this topic.

"Yeah, but I wanna know about little Hobie." Miles tries to having his boyfriend close to him, "Hobie Brown, at least open up to me more, I'm your boyfriend."

"It's not that easy, luv. We are Spidermen. We went through too much crap, I... look," He holds his boyfriend's hands, "give me more time, hm? For now, I'll let you try my childhood meals. Okay, sunflower?"

"Okay," Miles pouts, "I love you, Hobie. I just want to know more about you, okay."

"I know, luv. It's hard for me." He kisses his lover, "I promise I'll be open to you. You know, your my Sunflower."

"I know." He felt Hobie's lips on his cheek.

"You know, you're my Habichuelas to my bean toast." He grins widely.

Miles blink a couple of times, "What?" He laughs playfully shoving his boyfriend back, "That's so fucking cheesy, damn!"

"I had to try it. Does it work?"

"No! But I love you, so I'll take it." Miles kisses him back.

"So it's a win!" Hobie grins widely holding his boyfriend as they kissed, again. They enjoyed their time making out.

(So Hobie got some siblings and I was surprised he would be the youngest out of the 9.)

(Part 2)

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderman #spider man #across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spider verse #spiderverse #atsv

[ikemenomegas]

Getou Suguru x Reader

"Somewhere there is a simple life"

or "four sorcerers' day in the world of humans, four years after betrayal"

tw: omegaverse, geto typical murderous mentions? children being cute? hints of past satoxsuguxreader, mentions of pregnancy

Sometimes you wonder if things could have been different, if you could have had this happiness in some other time, in some other place. It doesn't matter now, you suppose. There are no other times, no other places. Suguru has made his choice, and you have made yours.

And you have chosen to have moments of happiness, just like this one, for as long as you can.

Morning light slants early and golden over the table. Mimiko is, as usual, quiet, but she is awake, responding in her breathy voice to your questions and tentatively padding around the kitchen with you. She takes small dishes from your hand and sets them on the table.

The table is filled with them. Many colors and a traditional set up of different kinds of vegetables, broiled fishes, salad, tofu and bean curds.

Nanako had tried to help, but she'd sat down and fallen asleep again with her head against the wall, phone face down on her thigh. She's drooling a bit, so deeply asleep, and it makes you want to laugh.

Mimiko catches your eye and you tilt your head to her sister. She rolls her eyes a bit, smile playing about her mouth and she silently sounds out "playing Ace Attorney" and goes back to working around her sleeping twin, rearranging the plates to her heart's content.

Suguru catches you on the shoulder, fondness in his voice when he says "We spoil them."

"Who spoils them," you raise any eyebrow at him and press your lips to the juncture of his jaw, breathing in his scent, still heavy and warm after taking an early call in your bed.

With Mimiko's back turned and Nanako still soundly asleep, you nip a little at the skin over his scent gland and make a low playful sound in your throat at the spark of mischief and warning in your mate's dark brown eyes.

"Everything okay?" you ask him.

His arm slips around your waist as he sags against your back. "Yeah, just some little remnants that don't want to fall in line. Toshihisa is going to handle it."

"Good. You promised to take a break."

"You promised to take me to ride the boats," Mimiko appeared in front of you and looked up at Suguru.

He crouched down, backs of his pajama pants touching the floor. You missed seeing him like this more often. He was usually in the priest's garb which still made him seem somehow untouchable. It wasn't just the clothes, it was the persona.

You'd never really though of Suguru as an actor before, but now he had a half a dozen faces he seemed to switch between and some of them were less pleasant than others. You never feared he would hurt you, but it hurt nonetheless to see his pain curdled to hatred the way it had.

He ruffled Mimiko's hair. "Soup, showers, sheets," he listed off on three fingers, "then the boats."

Mimiko puffed out her cheeks. She might be the quiet twin, but she was often the more stubborn. Sometimes you thought Nanako just complained for her and that was why she was louder. It was good though to see them loud.

Suguru had told you from the beginning what happened in the village and it hadn't surprised you that both of the twins had been quiet and anxious for almost a year.

"Ah, right, the soup," you murmured and left them to their staring contest.

As planned, once Nanako was awakened and everyone had eaten, the girls had showered, and new bedding had been placed in your room and the twins' room, a load of the laundry started in the washer, you all headed to the park.

The train was not as crowded now that rush hour had passed but Suguru still pressed close to you, a twist to the corner of his lips which he hid in your hair when anyone human brushed by him. You beckoned Mimiko and Nanako close as a pack of students pushed onto the train.

You leaned up to murmur something in Suguru's ear and accidentally caught the eye of a beta woman sitting in one of the seats.

She must have mistaken the stress in your eyes, because she carefully rose and offered it to Suguru.

The transformation was disquieting, the way Suguru's expression relaxed into a sheepish laugh and he tried to refuse.

The beta woman said something about having young kids and Suguru finally sat down, half to shut her up you suspected. Nanako clambered on top of him. You had seen her watch the exchange with attentive eyes and it seemed she had resolved to help Suguru play act.

You inclined your head in thanks to the beta and covered your mouth with your sleeve, laughing a bit at his expense. Suguru gave you a sulky look when Mimiko joined her sister, choosing to stand with her hand braced on Suguru's knee while you pressed close behind her to give the train car a bit more breathing room.

Upon exiting the train at your station, Suguru found a restroom to wash his hands and yours before you all found your way above ground again.

Everyone relaxed once you reached the park. Natural green spaces were places of relaxation and healing and seldom attracted as many curses as other gathering places. If they were present they were usually easily dealt with.

It was a little more difficult to carry your tanto around these days. It was harder to hide the residuals of a cursed tool, and it was dangerous to carry a blade in public. You also typically didn't need it.

Suguru collected so many curses now, you thought sadly. Your grip on his fingers tightened as you walked side by side, watching Mimiko and Nanako run along the paths and into the forest.

One of those curses, a cute thing that looked somewhat like a couch cushion or maybe that footrest from the movie with the singing furniture, chased after them, baring its teeth like a little dog at the birds that fluttered around the pavement.

The twins called for you two to hurry up, dashing back and forth as you made your way to the boats.

They had already chosen a pair of swans - one white and one a pale blue - when you made it to the docks. They were deep in the process of deciding which one of them would sit with Suguru when he went over to egg them on.

You shook your head, smiling while you paid the woman at the counter. She offered you a knowing sort of smile when Suguru grabbed the back of Nanako's collar, preventing her from nearly dashing into the water.

You clapped your hands, holding up the tickets. "Who's going to ride with me first? Ah, you've been giving Suguru so much attention, I think I'm feeling lonely. The kids must not think I'm fun anymore."

Nanako shrugged out of Suguru's grip. "Mimiko, you should sit with them."

"No way," Mimiko said quietly, "you didn't help set up for breakfast. You should spend more time with them."

Suguru looked up at your stunned face and laughed, his brows crinkling together and shoulders shaking.

"You're their teacher," you said to him, putting on a show of being hurt, "shouldn't you teach them better manners?" You put a hand on your chest, "My feelings are hurt, no one wants to sit with me and win the boat race."

"Boat race?" the twins looked up in tandem with the cursed spirit that was still running around their feet.

You sighed, closing one eye. "Hmm. I don't know if I want to anymore. Everyone seems to want a peaceful ride with Getou-sensei. Maybe I should just go find us some ice cream instead."

The sisters looked at one another and you smirked to yourself, meeting Suguru's eyes. Something flashed through them, troubled or melancholy maybe.

Maybe you were laying it on a little thick, imitating the kind of games that used to work to distract Satoru and pull Shoko out of her isolating distance. Now your heart gave a real pang which you brushed aside as the twins seemed to come to a conclusion and flocked towards you, pushing you into the white boat. Nanako had leapt in and was poking around in curiosity.

It had already been four years. You'd only been at the school for three.

A dull bang on the outside of the boat startled you from your thoughts. Suguru leaned through the window. "Do you know how to drive this thing?"

You looked down at the pedals below your feet. "It can't be that hard," you replied.

"And," you grinned at him, "it's not like I was planning on playing fair."

Suguru smiled back. "How funny, neither was I."

It was fun to stretch the limits of your power for once. Since living at Suguru's compound you didn't need to go and risk your life as often. Sometimes you went out to deal with matters that stressed his tolerance for human hypocrisy, but mostly people came to him.

You used your cursed technique to make the boat go faster while Suguru summoned a pair of water-born curses to pull his boat.

The twins laughed and cheered each of you on, clambering between boats in a manner that would have gotten you all yelled at if you hadn't made your way to a quiet part of the river.

Eventually they grew tired and the boats were returned. They were tired enough to be subdued while eating the lunch you brought but the food restored enough of their energy that they clamored to be carried home.

Suguru huffed under Nanako's weight when she threw herself onto his back. "I think it's time to find something big enough to carry everyone. You're getting taller."

Mimiko made the decision to keep a hold of your sleeve.

"Are you sure you don't want to be carried too?"

Mimiko looked up Nanako who grinned at her. When you crouched down, she carefully wrapped her arms around your neck before you stood up.

"Aren't we taking the train back to the temple?" she asked quietly.

You glanced at the back of Suguru's head but he gave no indication one way or the other. He'd do anything for the twins. They'd grown up in the countryside and the Tokyo trains in their massive stations could sometimes still be something exciting for the girls.

"Getou-sensei doesn't want to go down there with all the stinky monkeys," Nanako said, loudly.

"Na-"

"It's alright," Suguru said. "If you want to take a train back."

You felt Mimiko lean her head against yours. The girls were not quite yet nine. They would get heavy if you carried them for long, but you'd carried heavier.

"Let's walk for a bit," you said, drawing up to him so you were shoulder to shoulder, so the twins' knees would nearly knock together if it weren't for your mate's advantage in height. "Manami can come pick us up when we're done."

Suguru purred, in some kind of encouragement you thought, the deep sound rumbling out to encompass the four of you. You knew he hadn't brought it up because some of the curse users who were showing up were making you... territorial. Manami maybe wasn't entirely to blame. She was another alpha and had shown up when the bond-mark between you and Suguru was still new.

But Suguru had since made it very clear that she was lower in the hierarchy of the family than you were, which helped. A little. Enough that you were comfortable ordering her around for his comfort at least.

Manami still passed Suguru a tablet once she found you with a car. When you tried to glare at her in the mirror, he just handed it to you with a laugh.

Opening it filled you with dread. You didn't want to know what he was up to half the time. But it wasn't the worst thing you'd seen. And most of it was - oh.

"This is my project," you murmured, flipping through a document.

It wasn't very detailed. At best it could be called an outline of the information you'd sought, but you could fill in more of it.

Suguru leaned over your shoulder, pulling back from talking to the twins likely unwisely seated together in the front seat. He had rolled up his sleeves at some point and his skin where it brushed yours was very warm.

You glanced up at him, only for him to raise an eyebrow and hum in expectation.

You pressed your lips together and looked back at the tablet, slowly curling up with Suguru around it as he pointed out details and you made notes with a stylus.

He took it back when Manami said something you hadn't heard, but this time you let him, after giving him a stern look. "Nothing stressful," you reminded him lowly. Both of you knew it was more a hope than command, but he took it good naturedly.

He leaned forward to discuss a job with the other alpha and you leaned back, head on the sun-warmed leather seat, pressed thigh to thigh with Suguru, thinking of what was in the refrigerator to make for dinner, of how you would get around the school's - it was still weird to think of that as the marker for the sorcerer world, to be on the other side of "us and them" - monitoring in order to get the project going, wondering if it would be harder or easier to get Nanako to actually go to sleep after the day you'd had.

Who would have thought running off with a condemned criminal would turn out to be so domestic? It wasn't a new thought, but it certainly made it easier to pretend that this was not as bad as it could be. It was not as bad as it could be. Maybe there wasn't only blood at the end of the road.

Nanako called your name and you lifted your head up to see her squishing her head between the seat and the wall, hair all scrunched up against the plastic.

"Hmm?"

"Do you think Mimiko should dye her hair?"

"Does Mimiko want to dye her hair?"

The girls had decided on western style food for dinner and had finally quieted down enough that they were settled in front of the television with the workbooks one of the tutors Suguru tolerated had them working on.

Yet another reason to the move the project forward. For now, the girls had not yet divided the world around them into sorcerers and non-sorcerers. They were still receptive to genuine kindness from normal humans. But Suguru's distaste for the visitors was obvious to you and you didn't want to wait for the twins to start mirroring it to their tutors' faces.

You moved laundry from the washer to the dryer and filled the first machine up again while Suguru pulled ingredients down from the cabinets.

When you got back to the kitchen, it was your turn to sag against him, flopping to the floor and resting your head on his lower back when he went to rummage in the refrigerator for a drink.

"What?"

You let out a helpless giggle, all the thoughts you had quieted while in public rushing back now that you were back at home.

Suguru bit back a wide smile, the sort of genuine smile that reminded you why you'd left, made you glad that you'd followed him.

He sat on the floor at your side, arm propped up on one knee as he popped open a melon flavored pouch of vitamin jelly he'd found.

The sounds of Doraemon came from down the hall but neither of the kids made much noise. Still, you kept your voice low. "We're twenty-one with twin girls. I'm exhausted."

Suguru laughed, leaning over until his head was resting on top of yours. You just breathed in the scent of him, the faint remaining smell of sunlight and fresh water from the park which overlaid the traces of the inoffensive laundry soap you all used and over that his scent, shifting layers of pine and blackberry, mint, and white tea. You would know him anywhere.

You reached up and felt his forehead with the back of your fingers. Still warm, like you had worried it might be.

Suguru pulled your hand away, pressing his lips to your index finger and threading your fingers together on his lap.

"It's fine."

"Let me worry for you," you say. If there is no one else, let me be the one to remember you are human.

"Alright," he says, such a soft affirmation, using his thumb to massage circles on your still captured hand while he humors you.

All the words pile together at the base of your tongue, flooding up now that they are given permission. He's been working too hard - consuming curses from humans that make even you tempted to try your hand at the kind of murder that's more than just business, relocating to this temple in the last year, making sure that the operation is entirely under the radar so that he doesn't get caught before he's ready, managing the incredibly petty squabbling between the chairmen and leaders of the cults he's pulled together under his feet.

And it's not like you're not also stressed. You're not kidding when you say it's hard work parenting when you're technically still on the run. It's easy to transfer money so thankfully you don't have to do something as stereotypical and dastardly and inconvenient as drag actual bags of cash around, but at your insistence there are go-bags in your closet, one for each of you. You know Suguru has made that stupid little worm with the infinite stomach swallow things other than weapons.

Maybe there is money in there. Who knows. But the point is you're not the one that gets hit with dry heats on top of migraines and nausea so bad he can't eat, and you're not the one suffering through them just to make another point in front of the monkeys.

And you miss Satoru. You don't know why you're thinking of him so much today. Maybe because he always found a way to make Suguru laugh and it's getting harder and harder to do that these days. He spends too much time behind the faces he wears when he's in that stupid monk's uniform.

You eye the vitamin pack and Suguru rolls his eyes at you, squeezing more of the jelly into his mouth.

"We don't know if this one is going to go all the way," he reminds you. Which is probably why he picked that and not one of the calpico or canned teas. You swear he eats like an old man (or a child, you recalled Suguru and Satoru picking through bags of candy on the lawn, no middle ground). You'd learned to make shojin ryori dishes as a joke about the priest thing and because doing it calmed you down whenever you started panicking about what Suguru was doing at the rebranded Star Cult and what you were doing waiting at home like his stay-at-home alpha.

"The thing I hate most--" you hesitated but Suguru's clear apprehension spurred you on. "The thing I hate most is seeing you in pain."

He barely hesitates before he's pulled back enough to let you see the slightly licentious look on his face, a growl behind his words when he leans in close to your ear. "That's not what it felt like when you made me come screaming last time."

Immediately your face flares hot, rushing from your chest to the top of your head. You know he's trying to distract you. It doesn't stop you from whipping your head to the door and your breath going silent, shallow and quick. You're praying there are no approaching footsteps to match the rapid pattering of your heart in your ears.

There's nothing. Everything is right here in front of you, one hand clutching his stomach as tears of silent laughter spring to the corner of his eyes.

He's trying to be quiet as you are, cognizant of the kids not too far away, but a peal of laughter still escapes when he goes to take a breath. "Wish you could see your face."

It's very tempting to remind Suguru what his face looked like, flushed and panting, too strung out to look like anyone but himself, but you're not quite that shameless.

You're also not quite detached enough not to etch this face into your memory too. The one that looks like it comes from a different time and place entirely from anywhere you've been with Suguru before. You think that maybe this is what's on the other side of Suguru's poisoned dream.

Someone joyous and terrible, who does not need to understand their place on the altar of the world because it is already known, someone who understands without burden.

Yet it's distinctly immature the way he snickers at you trying to restore a bit of your composure by channeling the heat in your body away.

If anyone ever finds this memory, you will blame the impulsiveness of youth on the way you hiss out "maybe we should actually get you pregnant with twins and see who's laughing." It's not exactly fair to start something you can't finish - you can hear water boiling on the stove - but you can also hear the way the air catches in his throat and see red splashing across his cheeks like you've slapped him.

There's a tingle that goes down your neck when you watch Suguru shiver, even while your hands are already going to your mouth. "Sorry," you squeak out past your fingers.

Suguru coughed out a sheepish laugh, red slowly making its way to the tips of his ears. "Weren't you the one that just said two makes you tired? What are we going to do with four?"

Keep you out of trouble for a year?

"I don't know," you say instead, almost without thinking, still in shock at your own words. "People says babies are cute. We missed the twins' terrible twos so we'd get to do that."

"Who wants to experience temper tantrums?"

At that you scoffed your eyes, "Like you haven't seen someone way older through a tantrum before."

The red was finally fading from Suguru's cheeks as he rolled his eyes in agreement. He sucked thoughtfully on the supplement pack, sitting back against the wall. You knew you were thinking of at least one of the same people.

He stayed on the floor when you got up and dumped a package of pasta into the now roiling pot, stirring it doubtfully. It wasn't what you had grown up eating and even following a recipe you weren't always sure you had gotten things right. The kids seemed to think it was good enough though so you left it after dumping more salt into the water.

You settled back down next to him. So rare were the days when you got him, just him, all to yourself. No robes, no swallowing down bitter curses, no cruel, empty shape to his face when he returned.

The sun was starting to set.

You pressed your forehead to Suguru's temple, caressing his cheek and pulling him as close as he would allow. Something in him fell away, resistance or tension. He gave the vaguest shiver once more when you used your other hand to slip beneath the collar of his shirt and trace your fingers around the bite on the back of his shoulder.

It wasn't a sorcerer's mating. Suguru accepted your distance from the cults' cursework but would not risk the hold on his power. He'd wanted the mark though. You were not sure why.

He still seemed less on-edge when the inevitable scuffle came down the hall and you pulled apart with one last nuzzle.

"Can I have a snack?" Nanako asked, but you could see Mimiko hanging in her shadow for a second before she brought her workbook up with her and set it down on the ground at your side.

Suguru offered Nanako the rest of the vitamin supplement and she just wrinkled her nose at him. His eyes were soft when he heaved himself up with a sigh, stretching to treat you with a flash of his toned stomach.

He just seemed smug when you tsk'd at him and he went to start cutting up an apple for the girls to share.

You brought Mimiko over to the table where you pointed out the correct strokes on her kanji practice.

Dinner was a more subdued affair, children tired but satisfied in their adventures. The twins recount the boat ride. It seems to have satisfied Mimiko's curiosity but now Nanako wants to go back. There's a zoo in your future apparently, but also she likes the water. And clambering back and forth between the boats. She's got a delinquent streak in her, a confident irreverence that makes it all too easy to imagine some other way for how she'd come into your life.

Mimiko cajoles her, already intent on imitating Suguru's surface level decorum. Nanako's power has to do with pictures but Mimiko is the one who watches with sharp dark eyes.

It's disrespectful to the food to be filled with such dark feelings but you again feel a pulse of hate for the villagers you had never met. The ones who had locked such bright young girls in a cage. The ones who had likely been involved in their parents' deaths.

You're not glad that Suguru killed them all but you are glad that they have you now. Spilling pasta sauce across the table and pouring their salad on top of it so they have a hard time finishing both things and all.

More dishes, more laundry, then the children to brush their teeth while Suguru showers and then you do the same right after while he reads to them, telling them sorcerers stories of spirits and old heroes. It's a rhythm that is all too easy to follow. There is always something to do in the house and Suguru refuses "monkey" servants in his living space so you two do it all yourselves.

If you wanted, it would be easy to forget just how far you've stumbled from the life you once thought you would live.

Suguru's hair is so long it is still damp when you pull a comb through it, sitting cross legged on the low bed. It's left a wet patch in the middle of his back and you pull the shirt from his skin so it dries faster. Your knuckles brush the soft skin at the back of his neck when you lift his hair but it's so typical you are in one anothers' space he barely blinks.

How strange to be sentenced to death but, in these moments, no longer feel destined to die.

You twist layers of Suguru's hair around your fingers to keep it from frizzing up while he reads to you, book lying open in one broad palm while he turns the pages with his left hand.

It's a book of poetry. Suguru claims that practicing the careful cadences helps him when he has to speak at the cult. There is something rhythmic and hypnotic, quietly powerful and passionately mad about the speeches he makes to the masses, stepping into that role. But you like listening to him read because he does it without flinching, without forcing himself to passionately hate the hands that wrote the words. He does better when he doesn't see normal people. You've not quite figured out how to bring up the fact that non-sorcerers do most of the producing in the world and you're not sure how he expects modern life to survive the purge.

You suppose he doesn't, expect it to that is.

"-here I choose to dwell, the world in which I live, men have named a 'Mount of Gloom'. The color of the flower has already passed away while I set my gaze on trivial things-"*

His black hair is heavy like silk in your hands when you tug it out of the way to begin kneading into his back. Suguru's always been so beautiful. His shoulders are broad, his arms thick with muscle, his waist is wide too. He has a strong, solid silhouette built from years of fighting. He has scars, including the faded remains of the cross Toji had carved into his chest.

Sorcerers in this world did not often get a life of happiness.

Suguru put down the book in favor of pressing a kiss to the inside of your arm, pulling your fingers away from the scar. "You know having kids hurts, right?"

You buried your face in the back of his neck with a snort, rubbing your face into the soft sleep shirt and his solid back to scent your mate as he stroked the soft skin where his lips had just touched, wrapping both of his hands around yours so it was engulfed in his warmth, dipping his head to press his brow to your wrist. The wrong kind of hurt, masked again by a poor attempt at humor.

With your free hand you pressed circles into the muscle of his lower back and hips. Suguru folded forward with a low hum. He let you go so he didn't pull you over his shoulder, but his hand chased yours, fingers still tangled together for a moment over his shoulder.

"You always get tight when you're stressed and then you get headaches," you murmured. Still the wrong kind of hurt.

Suguru called your name. He lay the book in its nook within his bedside table and twisted around so that he was looking at you.

Looking at you with one of those half-stranger faces, as he often did when he wanted to lie to you. Only for it to become him again, only him, a flicker of something through his eyes.

"I'm fine," he said finally. "We knew that achieving my dream doing was going to be difficult."

You hadn't gone with him to change the world together. You also hadn't gone with him knowing that you could love someone this much. Even through this madness.

His cheek was soft and his lips softer when you kissed him. "I know."

Suguru's soft expression was the last thing you saw before using your technique to turn off the light. He huffed in faint amusement but didn't complain. He had not released you and you did not want to let him go.

You were already half tangled together before you laid side by side in the dark but as you always did, you curled around one another. Even if you did not start out this way, as long as you woke in the same bed beside your mate, it always ended up like this - twined together like choking vines, legs slotted together, arms tossed around one another.

Tonight Suguru hooked you close by your waist. His head you tucked under your chin, slowly resuming running your fingers through his hair, massaging circles at the base of his skull and rumbling in pleasure when he purred low and sleepy in response.

Even though I cannot help you, thank you for letting me take care of you.

You didn't know what mask he would put on tomorrow, but you knew who he was right now. It felt like stealing, all these moments and days when he was just with you, young and laughing and finding out who he was without the weight of a new world on his shoulders. Forgetting for a moment the blood on his hands.

No, most sorcerers did not get a life of happiness, but you would take what you could get and tuck it tight to your chest. No matter if it took longer and longer to find Suguru, no matter if one day you could still lose him.

*the poems are the end and start respectively of tanka 8 and 9 (Kisen Hoshi and Ono no Komachi) pulled by happy chance from the Hyakunin isshu which was an anthology collected by Fujiwara no Teika in 1235 and translated in 1917 by Clay MacCauley.

#getou suguru x reader #omega!suguru #alpha!reader #reader insert #alpha reader #omegaverse #io.omegas #jujutsu kaisen #i am quickly realizing that I might actually prefer writing the alpha goes with gojo version of this tragedy #it's not at all that i don't enjoy writing this. i love getou dearly #but there's a specific kind of pain associated with watching himfall further and further and knowing nothing can stop it #and writing from the point of view of someone who's not sure if they should lose themselves with him or hold onto the way things are normal #trying to keep him from being alone in the dark #i'm not sure if he's dark enough to make the alpha kill humans #but i also don't think they think they have the power/safety to teach the girls that they shouldn't kill humans #they don't think they have that right given the twins' history #incidentally the park they went to is probably Inokashira park #that's where the swan boats are famous but i'm also not thee most invested in 100% geographic accuracy #especially given i have no idea where getou's temple is located in the city (or if it's even in Tokyo) #calpico is actually really tasty it's like a milky fruit drink. it tastes like it should have yogurt in it but doesn't #shojin ryori is the overarching term for japanese style buddhist food #it's incredibly delicious and always seemed like it would be a pain to make because full sets really do come on like 10 different plates #anyway happy birthday you punk (fondly) #(guys i wrote this in like? december??? and I was so torn up about waiting until suguru's birthday but! #i didn't realize it would be here so soon! and i think it was worth the wait. I hope you do too <3) #happy birthday getou suguru

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He was already awake when the knock came. Kit opened the door.

“Her Majesty wishes you to join her for dinner,” said the servant.

“Yes, sir.” Kit closed the door behind him. A guard was posted nearby, and how long had he been there?

He followed the servant, keeping his eyes down. There were so many people in the halls, and all the eyes on him made him feel even smaller than usual.

It was a good thing he had time to nap, because the walk was long. He couldn’t keep track of all the turns and staircases.

Eventually they came to a large room with a long table, not unlike the ones at revels. But instead of being laden with food and wine, it was very nearly empty. Only a white lace tablecloth and a candelabra at the very end, along with two place settings. 

Mistress was sitting at the head, and she gestured for him to sit at her right.

He obeyed.

“I thought we’d start off simple, with four courses.”

Kit didn’t understand what she was talking about, but he nodded along.

“This is your soup spoon” she pointed, “and then we move to the salad fork. Followed by the entree utensils, and then dessert.” Oh. Four dishes. That made sense.

“Yes, Mistress.” he looked down at the cutlery on the table. Silver, by the looks of it. 

“If you forget which one to use, just work your way in. Any questions?” He better ask, so he wouldn’t get punished so badly when he messed up.

“What if I can’t remember which one I just used?” If four courses was simple, what was complicated?

“You leave the utensils on the plate, and the servants will take it away when you’re finished. Now, do as I do.”

Kit copied the way she unfolded her cloth napkin, placing it just as she did.

Two servants came through the doors from what smelled like the kitchen. One with a crystal pitcher of water and the other with a bottle of wine.

“Tonight we have butternut squash soup, a seasonal salad with a honey vinaigrette, balsamic glazed lamb shank with white bean purée, and a honey yogurt panna cotta with blood orange sauce.” rattled off the servant while she poured them water. 

Shit. There was honey in two of the four planned dishes. Were they trying to get him drunk?

“Chef has picked out a white wine with notes of pear.” The servant with the wine uncorked the bottle, and held it near Iris for her to sniff. 

“Excellent. Thank you, Percy.” Percy poured her a glass, and turned to Kit.

“Wine?” he asked.

They didn’t know. Kit glanced at the queen, who was swirling her glass. He nodded, unsure if it would offend her to decline. 

He’d just have to avoid the honey as much as possible, and drink the wine. It smelled… alright. Almost like faerie wine if he ignored the bitter acrid scent.

Maybe it tasted better than it smelled.

The servants left, leaving the pitcher, and he hesitantly took a sip of water. Blessed water, clean and cool.

Kit avoided gulping it down, as it was clear this was an etiquette lesson, and making a fool of his mistress would have terrible consequences.

Instead, he sipped it slowly before putting the chalice back in its exact place. Not a hair off.

Percy came back, two steaming bowls of soup perfectly balanced on his tray. He placed each one in front of them, Iris first, and then him before leaving.

“I informed the chef to make all of your food without salt, and in copper pans instead of steel,” said the queen. 

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Iris, when it's just us.”

“Yes, Iris.”

The soup was delicious. Kit wasn’t much of a cook himself; preferring to hunt and forage over the effort of building a fire and such. Of course, at this point any meal would taste fantastic. He copied the specific way she ate, keeping the spoon from clinking against the delicate china.

Soon they were finished, and Percy whisked away the bowls and replaced them with the next course.

“You don’t speak much, do you?”

Kit hesitated. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

Queen Iris picked up her salad fork. “Do I frighten you?”

“Yes.” What was the point of all this? What did she want from him that required intimate knowledge of forks?

He took a bite of the salad; he no longer cared about the honey.

“I don’t mean to,” she said. “Really, I don’t.” There was that casualness again, but she was stiff. Like the servants were listening in and she didn’t want to be caught.

“Okay.” 

She smiled at him, and then suddenly smoothed her expression, reaching for her wine.

Was it an accident, or more manipulation? Either way, the result was the same. If she was kind to him to achieve her own ends, that was still kindness. He’d take it, and use it to his ends.

“What do you want with me?” Kit asked.

“We’ll discuss that later, when we're alone.”

His insides squirmed at the potential implications, and he ate to cover his discomfort. The honey was getting to him a little, more than it would if he weren’t so sick. 

Percy brought in the lamb. “Would you care for more wine, your grace?”

“Ah, no thank you Percy.”

Percy turned to Kit, and he shook his head. He hadn’t touched his wine glass yet.

The lamb was tender and made his mouth water in between bites.

“Your chef is very good,” he said, surprising himself. Damn honey.

“Isn’t she?” said Iris, her posture relaxing. “I’m quite fond of her. Between you and me, I think she’s trying to impress you.”

“Oh?” 

“Lamb is usually for special occasions or on request.” 

“She doesn’t need to do that. I don- didn’t- often cook anyway.” 

“Well don’t tell Christine that. I could do with a little spoiling.” winked Iris.

Dessert came too soon, with more honey on his plate. Kit already felt a little flush. He couldn’t afford to be rude, so he took a small bite of the dessert. The taste of oranges blossomed on his tongue, the perfect balance of tart and sweet.

Just for a moment, it reminded him of home.

The honey relaxed him, tension leaving his shoulders and flowing out of him. His head was pleasantly fuzzy around the edges.

Luckily for him, the mortal wine seemed to have the same effect on his mistress.

They finished the meal, and the queen stood. “Come,” she said. “We’ll talk more in my rooms.”

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#Chef Christine: everyone likes honey right? RIGHT?! #Sous chef; sweating: uh huh definitely! #Kit; also sweating: are they trying to get me drunk??? #my writing #whump #slavery whump #fae whumpee #royal caretaker #whumpee x caretaker

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my gut was right, my gut was right, my gut was right ...need i say more? oh time to candida cleanse build up my stomach lining and like learn how to belly breath again. best part of nyc visit was meeting someone from tumblr, sobbing in the upper east side when my friend couldn't be bothered to say bye to me, walking for blocks while most ppl ignored me but their dogs couldn't....then my gemini friend who's in mexico city received a text from me about the gemini friend i've been in love w for four years who i stayed with and remained aloof towards (they did too) and who i cried over and they told me it's time for inactivity. finally two hours before bus ride i'm in chinatown and meeting up with a friend i hadn't seen in two years, who was telling me about breaking their arm in germany and talked me through all the bs of the day and we turned it around with a long reunion talk and vibe and so many giggles. consuming onigiri w seaweed salad and bean curd and a small 1/2 coffee + 1/2 tea and watching people play basketball with no coats on. funny thing is for as long as i've known this person i just found out they were 3 months premature like me and after that i felt my whole body shift...i got like so so comfortable .. and i think they realized it too. time passing isn't so bad. we're hoping for each other that 2024 is a golden year.

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Late Night Talking | Jim Hopper X Reader

Summary: you visit Hop on a slow night at the station.

Rating: 18+!!!! Smut!!!! Minors go away

Warnings: oral (f receiving), dirty talk, mentions of afab genitalia

A/N: this is porn with plot. I will eventually get off this hopper smut train but for now?? Choo choo baby

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The jingle of the bell on the front door to the police station snapped Hopper out of his dozing state. He knew he should probably be on higher alert with the tendencies of Hawkins, but the night had been going painfully slow, and his chair was practically molded to his back after years of use- not to mention the steady pour of rain hitting the roof of the building, all making it dangerously comfortable and tempting to take a nap. He moved his feet off of his desk and scooted back to peek out the door and inspect the visitor.

“Hello?” He called out, unable to see anyone.

“It’s just me,” you responded, coming into his view carrying two plates covered with foil.

Jim couldn’t hide his smile upon seeing you, wearing a long, black rain jacket that covered your work clothes that you still wore despite it being well past 9:00 PM. Your eyes were tired, makeup dulled since you’d applied it that morning, and your hair a bit messy after walking in the rain from your car,but you’d never looked more beautiful in his eyes. Truthfully, he couldn’t care less how you looked, he loved every version.

He stood to move to you. “What are you doing here?” He asked as he pulled you into his side, pressing a kiss to your head.

“I figured you were hungry, Ms. Florence mentioned that you tended to get that way on late shifts. So I brought you some dinner and company,” you explained, holding out one of the plates to him.

Upon taking it from you and pulling the foil back, he was pleasantly greeted by a small piece of chicken covered in a light gravy, a scoop of green beans, a small pile of potato salad, and about four different casserole samples. It was still warm, and extremely enticing, so he didn’t hesitate to grab two plastic forks from the box on the filing cabinet behind him and hand one to you before digging in.

“Retirement party tonight?” He guessed as he sampled the potato salad.

You nodded, stomach rumbling as you shrugged out of your coat and sat in one of the chairs opposite his desk. You’d hesitated getting a full plate at the actual party, knowing you wanted to meet Jim and eat together, but merely grazing on pretzels and nuts had hardly tided you over. Once you swallowed your (admittedly too large) first bite, you responded.

“Mr. Walton. Finally stepping down, I think he’s been with the company since it opened,” you wiped the corner of your mouth with one of the napkins you’d brought.

Hopper hummed. “He’s been there forever. Since I was a kid,”

You held back a small smile as you thought about the man in his younger days, running around Hawkins causing endless trouble, no doubt. Who knew he’d end up being the one stopping the troublemakers?

The two of you eventually fell into a comfortable silence as you ate. It was peaceful like this- the rain, the quiet still of the empty station (minus Hopper, of course), bellies full of good food made by the older women at the office. Even if it wasn’t a ‘traditional’ dinner, per say, you were both happy and content this way. Once you were both finished and the plates had been discarded, you left your chair in favor of a spot on his desk where you could look down to him.

“Anything interesting happen tonight?” You asked.

He mindlessly fiddled with the hem of your skirt, looking up at you. “I replaced the dead bulb in the break room,” he said, deadpan.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Wow, maybe I need to leave so you can get back to it, you seem pretty swamped.”

He echoed your laugh before swiveling his chair so he was directly in front of you. From this angle you were able to swipe a few stray hairs out of his face and really take him in; you always loved the way he looked in his uniform. It fit him so well, the sleeves pulling on his large biceps and the way it highlighted his belly. Even if he did look bored out of his mind after the long night, he was handsome as ever in your eyes. Placing your hands on his cheeks, you leaned down to press a kiss to his lips.

His hands went to the tops of your thighs as he returned the kiss. “Dunno, maybe you should stick around. You can help me do some pretty exciting paperwork.”

Once again you laughed before opening your legs slightly to invite him closer. He gladly obliged, moving to the edge of his chair and placing his hands gently on your hips. He gave you a gentle smile before leaning in once more to kiss you, this time with more power behind it. You inhaled sharply as he slipped the end of his tongue into your mouth, which you fervently countered with your own tongue.

You pulled back and rested your forehead on his. “Maybe we could do something other than paperwork,”

“You tryin’ to seduce me?”

Your eyes darted away from his and a sly smile crossed your face. “Maybe. Is it working?” You raised a brow.

His voice came out more soft than before. “Just a little.”

Jim’s hands moved from your hips to your backside, cupping-and promptly squeezing- what he could from that position. You giggled a bit and leaned back in to kiss him, your own hands pressing to his chest, you could feel the edge of his badge under your right palm, and part of his name tag under your left. You stayed in this position for what seemed like forever, though you couldn’t complain with how sweetly the man was kissing you. Finally, he moved from his spot between your knees, sitting back in his chair to admire you.

“You look pretty tonight,” he spoke, almost shyly. The words were a bit dorky, you could admit, but they brought a blush to your cheeks regardless.

Before you had a chance to respond, he grabbed one of your legs and bent it before placing it on his knee. He got to work undoing the buckle at your ankle, then repeated the process on the other leg. Once you were shoeless, he ran his hands up your nylon-covered calves, nearly no pressure in his touch. When he reached the hemline of your skirt, he slid his hands up slowly until they reached your hips again, thought this time uninhibited by the thick outer layer.

He leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to your inner knee, then the lower part of your inner thigh. Your eyes were trained on him, knowing where this was likely going, but not daring to move a muscle.

“Can I take these off?”

It took you a moment to find your words. “Yes,” your breathy tone was momentarily embarrassing, already rather aroused from simply being kissed.

You put your weight into your hands and lifted your bottom off the desk, allowing him to move his hands higher and pull the black tights down. He gently pushed your knees open more to take in the sight of your simple blue panties. Even though the two of you had been in similar positions before, you’d never done anything like this in his office. It felt dirty, wrong… but also extremely sexual. You knew it was unlikely you’d be caught, but the thrill of breaking (in reality non-existent) rules sent a shiver up your spine.

Bunching up your skirt for you to grab onto, he continued with his ascending kisses. “Lay down.” He mumbled into your upper thigh.

You obliged, of course, turning to make sure you wouldn’t crush anything important with your back before laying down on your elbows. His eyes flicked up to yours, blue eyes seemingly darker now. He looped his pointer fingers in the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down, you once again lifting your hips to assist him. You were now bare to him, trying to calm your heart with the anticipation.

He pressed another tender kiss right at the crook of your thigh, mirroring the action on your other leg. His mustache tickled the sensitive skin in the area, though the sensation was easy to ignore when he moved to kiss the soft curls in between the two spots.

Though it hadn’t been even a minute since he removed your underwear, you were already getting antsy. You’d been thinking about him all evening, and though you didn’t think you would necessarily act on those thoughts, now that you were in the moment you couldn’t help but be desperate for the man. He had lit a fire between your legs and was fanning the flames with every press of his lips to anywhere besides where you needed him most.

Finally you were granted relief when he placed the softest kiss yet on your clit. Upon doing so, he moved his tongue to flick over the sensitive nub. Your head rolled back when he repeated the action with more pressure.

“Been thinking about you all night,” he said before flattening his tongue and moving it upwards.

This made your hips shift up slightly, to which he responded with a contented hum. Your eyes closed without you even realizing it, brows drawing together as he increased his pace and pressure.

You felt him move his head away, causing you to open your eyes and investigate. He softly ran the top of his middle finger from your entrance up to your clit, dragging your arousal along with it. “Look at you, so wet for me already.” His tone was smug, though you knew he enjoyed this nearly as much as you did.

“Want me to touch you, baby?”

Your eyes closed again and you breathed out a ‘yes please’. He chuckled to himself before slowly moving his middle finger inside of you, giving you a second to adjust to the feeling. Though it was nothing compared to his cock, his fingers were still incredibly thick, much more so than yours. He moved it methodically, in and out. In and out. He sat this way for a few moments, taking in the sight of your wet pussy and the way you were already clenched around him. Adding his ring finger in, he pumped them one more time before returning his mouth to your clit.

“Fuck, Hop,” you moaned breathily. Your elbows began to ache, so you moved to lay completely flat on the desk. He curled his fingers into the textured spot within you, which drew out an almost pornographic moan.

You’d been more tightly wound than you thought; it had been a very, very long day at work, yes, but you could already feel the building sensation low in your stomach.

He continued moving and curling his two fingers in and out of you, and circled his tongue repeatedly. “Taste so good,” you heard him say, although it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on anything besides how fucking good he was making you feel. When you first met Hopper, you’d wrongfully assumed that based on his cocky exterior ego, he’d be a selfish lover, but upon getting to know the sweet man behind said ego, you were proven absolutely wrong. He always made sure you were completely taken care of, and was more than happy to listen and learn what made you feel the best. The first time he went down on you was a bit bumpy, but once he found his rhythm, he found it and then some.

You weren’t sure how much longer you were going to last at this rate. It was all too much in the best way possible.

“Don’t stop,” you repeated the phrase like a mantra. “Please, fuck. Don’t stop.”

He knew you were teetering on the edge, and increased the pressure just so, not changing his speed. With practice he had learned that a steady pace wins the race, and when you say ‘don’t stop’, that does not mean try to do something different to make you cum.

You sucked in a ragged breath. “Oh god,” your palm slapped against the desk. “I’m gonna cum.”

The metaphorical cord finally snapped and white-hot heat washed over you, your orgasm intense. Your walls clenched hard around his fingers, and though he removed his mouth to watch you, he didn’t stop the movement of his fingers. Doing this only drew your orgasm out more, and you cried out loudly.

When the pulsing inside of you dulled to a slight flutter, he removed his and and pressed his cheek against your thigh. You laid helplessly on the desk, arm draped over your eyes while your chest heaved and you attempted to recover. You weren’t sure how long you stayed this way, listening to the gentle rain outside as you caught your breath. You eventually opened your eyes to take in the man before you.

“You are.. god. So good at that.” You said with a short laugh. You saw and felt him laugh in response.

When you were finally able to sit up, you gave him a gentle smile and took his hand in yours, pressing a kiss to each knuckle. Turning around to examine what had been underneath you, you squeezed his hand and jokingly grimaced.

“I think I was laying on your paperwork.”

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feedback and interactions always appreciated <;33

#jim hopper oneshot #jim hopper fanfic #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper x you #jim hopper smut #stranger things smut #hopper x reader #hopper stranger things

[chromalogue]

I was back in Germany after the holidays for exactly one week when I got a text that my dad - who'd been in the hospital for a bad reaction to his chemo - had taken a turn for the worse and the family was all being called in. I did a video call with him. He was able to say Hi, and I love you, and Bye.

The first flight I could get was 7 PM the next day. I left for the airport at seven AM. Snow, for one thing. Huge swathes of flights were cancelled, but not mine, thank goodness. I left with the contents of the fridge I'd just restocked four days earlier. Sat on the floor at the airport, and ate a jar of olives and an entire bag of carrots. Over two days and four flights, working my way through most confiscatable to least confiscatable, I ate my way through a wheat berry salad, a black bean salad, three oranges, and two kilos of apples.

I didn't make it in time. Dad died while I was waiting to check in. According to my brother, the words he said to me the night before were his last words.

So yeah. I've been back in Canada, and it's been a weird, sad month, notwithstanding the loveliness of absolutely everyone in town, and the parade they did in his honour, and the misprint in the little funeral program that said Dad had been born in 1046. Mom is so far okay, but I worry about how she's going to be when I go back to Germany. She's been kind of isolated.

Grieving has been a process of a thousand tiny... I dunno. Not severing of connections. Archiving them. We weren't what I'd call close, but he was the one who answered the phone, and he won't do that anymore. I don't get to use my creepy Victorian child voice on him. I can stick all the googly eyes I want on the household appliances, but he won't move them onto my possessions. He won't send me Star Trek memes anymore. He won't get my beloved liquored up on too-strong vodka martinis, or watch detestable AI-narrated YouTube listicles. I keep finding new ways to miss him.

[gallawitchxx]

weekly tag wednesday 🤘🏼

i was tagged by some cutie patooties (@deedala @creepkinginc @energievie @crossmydna @sleepyfacetoughguy @transmickey & @metalheadmickey) to play a new version of an old favorite! let's do it! 🖤

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name: bee 🐝

age: thirty-five minus four 🙃

favorite color: turquoise ✨

what emoji best describes your current mood? 🗣

what season is it where you are right now? well, it's technically fall, but i'm in socal now, the land of eternal sunlight... so naturally it's 100 degrees F here today ☀️

were you up before or after the sun this morning? before, i think! 💤

are you currently in possession of a pumpkin? i am not 😔

do you prefer to carve or paint your jack-o-lanterns? carve! but it's been a million years since i've done it! 🎃

do you have a favorite pumpkin-spice flavored treat? If so, what is it? every year, i make my wife a pumpkin roll. it has cream cheese frosting enveloped in pumpkin cake & it's both beautiful & delicious! (maybe i'll make one this weekend!) 😋

what's your favorite season and what's your favorite pie that you associate with it? ooooh summer & key lime pie! 😎

we're having a pot-luck, what are you going to bring? i'm bringing a cowboy caviar, which is a corn salad/dip with black beans, peppers, onions, avocados, tomatoes & some other goodies! it's delicious, you'll love it! 🤠

it's chilly outside and you need a hot drink in your hands, what are you drinking? brewed coffee or a latte with oat milk ☕️

will you be wearing a costume for Halloween? Is it ready? yes hahahaha my wife told me that she wants to be alex & henry from rwrb, which was the LAST thing i was expecting & yet it's every dream of mine come true. stay tuned! 🇺🇸 🇬🇧

finally, what's something you've made or done recently that you're proud of? i whipped up a new creative proposal for work in a short amount of time & i'm quite happy with it & hopeful for its future. if you have any fingers to cross or well wishes to toss my way, please say a little spell for my new baby 😌

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tagging @whatwouldmickeydo @howlinchickhowl @whatthebodygraspsnot @gardenerian @heymrspatel @deathclassic @francesrose3 @rereadanon @sickness-health-all-that-shit @lupeloto & @scurvgirl if you wanna play!! if not, i'm (with consent) smooching your nose! 💋

#i honestly need to order us some socks to wear for halloween! #also i'm henry if anyone was curious lololol #it's gonna rule #THIS WAS FUN! #tagged #tag games #weekly tag wednesday

[gemmahale]

Aaaand there's the first tornado warning of the year. North of me, but storms over the next four days are likely to be doozies. Let's see if my luck with hailstorms lasts.

A reminder: (also for me because I get them flipped now and then.)

[Weather] Watch - BE PREPARED aka conditions are favorable for event to occur (Taco ingredients on the counter - but they could be for a salad)

[Weather] Warning - TAKE ACTION aka hazardous weather is in the area (Assembled tacos on the counter! It's not a taco salad.)

If your taco shells are in your neighbor's yard and your tomatoes are under the counter and your beans are across the road, you've probably had a tornado and I'm sorry.

#gemma rambles

[snicketstrange]

"The TSS secret letter explained" theory

So, after many years, I can finally face my greatest nemesis again. The TSS secret letter. I think it is very appropriate to talk about it again here. There were many theories, and there were many discussions. And I think I found the best way to explain it. Let me copy the letter in full.

"My dear sister, I am taking a great risk in hiding a letter to you inside one of my books, but I am certain that even the most melancholy and well-read people in the world have found my account of the lives of the three Baudelaire children even more wretched than I had promised, and so this book will stay on the shelves of libraries, utterly ignored, waiting for you to open it and find this message. As an additional precaution, I placed a warning that the rest of this chapter contains a description of the Baudelaires’ miserable journey up the Vertical Flame Diversion, so anyone who has the courage to read such a description is probably brave enough to read my letter to you. I have at last learned the whereabouts of the evidence that will exonerate me, a phrase which here means “prove to the authorities that it is Count Olaf, and not me, who has started so many fires.” Your suggestion, so many years ago at that picnic, that a tea set would be a handy place to hide anything important and small in the event of a dark day, has turned out to be correct. (Incidentally, your other picnic suggestion, that a simple combination of sliced mango, black beans, and chopped celery mixed with black pepper, lime juice, and olive oil would make a delicious chilled salad also turned out to be correct.) I am on my way now to the Valley of Four Drafts, in order to continue my research on the Baudelaire case. I hope also to retrieve the aforementioned evidence at last. It is too late to restore my happiness, of course, but at least I can clear my name. From the site of V.F.D. headquarters, I will head straight for the Hotel Denouement. I should arrive by—well, it wouldn’t be wise to type the date, but it should be easy for you to remember Beatrice’s birthday. Meet me at the hotel. Try to get us a room without ugly curtains. With all due respect,

Lemony Snicket

P.S. If you substitute the chopped celery with hearts of palm, it is equally delicious."

Note again it:

1 - "My dear sister, I am taking a great risk in hiding a letter to you inside one of my books, but I am certain that even the most melancholy and well-read people in the world have found my account of the lives of the three Baudelaire children even more wretched than I had promised, and so this book will stay on the shelves of libraries, utterly ignored, waiting for you to open it and find this message."

Considerations: When Lemony wrote this letter, Kit was already dead. And Lemony probably knew it. As I already explained, Lemony published all his books over many years, even though he started writing TBB during the main events described in Asoue, he only managed to publish TBB a few years later, and after that each book took time for research and preparation of the manuscript, and the period of time between the publication of TRR and TMM was particularly long, what I call a great hiatus. This great hiatus lasted for many years. So Kit was certainly already dead when this letter was written. Lemony was doing some event confirmation research as he had access to the Baudelaires' writings which is where he discovered events that only the Baudelaires could know about from private conversations to what happened in the caravan in TSS (which Lemony explicitly did not find to be able to deduce what happened inside). This whole concept is very important to asoue, and it is clear that this was the author's intention in several parts of the story. So instead of undoing an important component to the story (the fact that Lemony is researching the past from his point of view while writing asoue) it is more logical to believe that the true recipient of the letter is not Kit Snicket, but rather someone who assumed her identity. After all, just like Count Olaf, Kit died on a desert island with few witnesses and her death was simply not a fact known to the general public until then. 

It is significant that Lemony explicitly spent several weeks searching for the caravan. It is already evident that the moment of search for the caravan cannot be the same moment that the main events of asoue are unfolding. Some people say that this letter was written during the main events of Asoue, but in this excerpt Lemony explicitly quotes what he had just written. So he's writing the letter right after writing about the Baudelaires' climb to the VFD base. And he could only have written this after having written everything he had written before. Lemony also hopes that the book will be published and will go to bookstores so that her "sister" will eventually find the book and read the message. It wouldn't make sense for all of this to happen in the few days that pass between the main events described in TSS and the main events described in TPP.

The meeting at Hotel D must be in a Hotel rebuilt after many years. 

2 -  (Incidentally, your other picnic suggestion, that a simple combination of sliced mango, black beans, and chopped celery mixed with black pepper, lime juice, and olive oil would make a delicious chilled salad also turned out to be correct.) 

This description of the salad is the same salad that Beatrice made, according to Lemony's memories. Evidently, this is evidence that points to a friendship between Beatrice and the true recipient of the letter. Canonically there is no evidence that Kit Snicket and Beatrice Baudelaire were close friends. On the other hand, canonically there is evidence that Beatrice and R were close friends in LSTUA and TBB. In fact, there is evidence in LSTUA that R had disguised himself as a member of the Snicket family previously. So, the person most likely to be the true recipient is R, not Kit. After all (it cannot be repeated enough) when Lemony wrote this letter, Kit had already been dead for many years. In fact, as I have shown previously, Beatrice JR's search for Lemony Snicket took place before Lemony published TWW, since the young girl was in Lemony's office in the building where Lemony lived (with a description identical to what Lemony described in TWW) she didn't recognize what the shape of the paperweight was. If Lemony had already published TWW, it is extremely likely that Beatrice Jr would have already read it because she is like a fan of Lemony, explicitly claiming to have read books that Lemony had already published. This shows so much that when Lemony published TWW Beatrice Jr had already been born many years ago and evidently Kit had been dead for many years, and when he published TSS, Kit had been dead even longer.

3 - "I am on my way now to the Valley of Four Drafts, in order to continue my research on the Baudelaire case"

When Lemony wrote this letter, he explicitly stated that he had not yet reached the Valley of Four Drafts. Evidently he is referring to the fact that he is writing many years after Asoue's main story took place and confirming the events little by little. He couldn't have not reached the Valley of Four Drafts and at the same time described the Baudelaires' ascent to the VFD base. In fact, by writing TSS so many years have passed that Lemony knows that if the women with their faces painted white died when they came down from the mountainous region, the rest of them were just bones. And when writing the ending of TSS, Lemony explicitly states that he spent some time collecting bones and taking them to a specialist. Evidently, Lemony's research to be able to write TSS took a long time. Imagine how strange it would be to do all this in time to show up at Hotel D a few days later!

#Adorei theory #TSS #Lemony Snicket #Duchesses of Winnipeg

[alder-saan]

The Path of Poisons

Shrubby everlasting (part 3)

Larissa x gn! oc

the Path of Poisons masterlist . [01] . [02] . [03] . [04] . [05] . [06] . [07] . [08] . [09]

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Larissa Weems opened her eyes and closed them again just as quickly, blinded by the white light she saw above her. Was this heaven? She couldn't quite remember what had happened. Marilyn, a syringe, she had fallen… She had seen Wednesday above her, shaking her, and then she had seen nothing, only heard. Sounds of a struggle… Someone talking… Nothing.

A black hole.

So she was dead, eh?

A stupid death.

Her first thoughts went to her school, and to all the children and teachers who would now have to manage without her. All because of her carelessness…

She opened her eyes again slowly, letting the light reach her eyes through a small slit between her eyelids, which she opened more and more. When she got used to it, she saw white walls, a white ceiling, a white floor, and medical equipment. So she wasn't dead. She was in the hospital. She had survived. The door opened wide and several people, probably nurses and doctors, entered, probably one of the machines could detect whether she was awake or not, and it was relayed to another room.

"Mrs. Weems, welcome back," said a woman, smiling.

Still a little dazed, she said nothing.

"We've got some tests to do now that you're awake. Don't worry, nothing too serious. Do you remember what happened?"

"One of the teachers at the academy attacked me and stuck a needle in my neck."

"It was belladonna, you were very lucky to get away with it. Do you have any other memories afterwards?"

"A student leaning over me, some noises, and then nothing."

"That's normal. I'll take some blood and we'll get you some food."

Larissa nodded. The different nurses took her arm to draw some blood. The principal felt her head spin and closed her eyes.

"How long have I been here?"

"Oh, four days. You can thank the student who saved you."

"A student saved me?"

"Yes, he had the reflex to inject you with physostigmine before calling for help. Normally we don't recommend this kind of thing if you are not a doctor but it saved your life. The blood test is done, we'll bring you something to eat right away. Any special diet? No meat? No salt?"

"No, I can eat everything."

"Good."

The little team left the room, leaving her alone in her silence. Larissa let her eyes roam the room, curious. Several bouquets were there. A huge bunch of various peonies, hawthorns, and then a small bunch of marigolds and shrubby everlasting. There were also a lot of letters, which she reached for. She had tears in her eyes when she realised that they were words from the students. She who had no family left, who thought that no one cared about her anymore, felt loved. She felt like reading everything, and started with a note written on light blue paper covered with multicoloured wolf stickers, written in glittery pink ink.

"Get well soon, Mrs. Weems! By the way, you haven't seen me I've finally wolfed out" Followed by small hand-drawn smileys "Enid."

She put the little card down and picked up another. Dark grey paper, black ink.

"The next time I involve you, I'll take Calabar beans with me, to counteract the poison. But in my book, you won't live again. I think it makes a better ending. And a character's death is a good development for the protagonist. Wednesday."

Larissa wiped away a tear with a small laugh.

"You're silly…"

They entered her room, a tray of food in hand. The principal put Wednesday's card down and looked at what had been brought in. Nothing very tasty. Rice, some sort of fishy-smelling pâté, salad and compote. Well, that's that. She would have to make do with hospital food. She ate slowly, a grimace hanging on her lips. The rice was undercooked, and the fish was overcooked. Even the salad tasted bad. In the end, the only thing right was the compote.

As she had not been given any instructions against it, she stood up. She wanted to have a closer look at the bouquets. The hawthorns had a note signed by all her colleagues and Sheriff Galpin. The peony one was a personal note from Thalia Kedlan. As for the last one, the little one of marigolds and immortals, there was nothing. No words at all. She looked at him, intrigued by this gift without a sender. Who could give her immortals and marigolds? The marigolds, she understood. They were recovery flowers. But the immortals…

Their meaning was much more vague, it could mean so many things. Nevertheless, she imagined that it had to do with the fact that she was not dead. A bouquet without a name was still troubling. Maybe it was Wednesday. But she wouldn't have given him yellow flowers. Maybe Morticia, then. No, it probably wouldn't have been that kind of flower either. Her thoughts travelled back in time.

"Rissa? Is it really Gomez you like?"

"Of course it is. Who else?"

"I don't know. I just… I thought you preferred girls…"

"Ugh, what do you take me for? It's disgusting!"

Poor Ava… Larissa thought she had been stupid on this one… She should have dealt with her feelings. That was probably the biggest regret of her years as a student at Nevermore: not being able to understand that loving women was normal. She hoped Avareida was okay. She'd obviously bought her book as soon as she'd seen her name on the cover, but had never tried to contact her again. Out of shame, no doubt, and then to say what? It had been thirty years… It would have been weird to come and say "Hi Ava, I'm not sure if you remember me. I'm sorry for being a horrible homophobe and telling you all that. I'm actually a lesbian too, haha".

She sighed. Why was she thinking about her now?

Probably because she was the only person who had ever truly loved her without an ulterior motive and without betraying her. No, Larissa had betrayed her first. She began to dream that she was the bouquet.

Ava…

The memory of her friend made her smile. She wasn't tall, Ava was 8 inches shorter than her, at the time. And then she had this joy for life. She didn't care what others thought of her, Ava just did what she liked. Larissa never had that strength. Even now, everything she did was to maintain a good image for herself and the academy. Avareïda had undoubtedly become an incredible young woman…

The next day, several of her colleagues came to see her, with a bunch of daisies and a huge cake. She felt a bit ridiculous, bedridden and in a white shirt, while everyone else was well dressed. Elizabeth Kinswelt, the divination teacher, groped for the chair they had brought her, helped by Thalia Kedlan, the history teacher. There was also Jean Lafon, the French teacher, and Amil Donove, the telekinesis teacher.

Thalia took her in her arms and gave her a warm hug.

"Welcome back!"

"Welcome back! Amil and Jean rejoined at the same time."

Larissa returned his embrace.

"Are you crying, Larissa?"

"No, Jean, it's the dust."

Thalia stepped back a little, watching her principal wipe away tears.

"I wanted to tell you, Larissa," Thalia began, "we're really glad to see you alive. The Academy wouldn't be the same without you. And you are a dear friend to our hearts."

"Stop it or I'll really cry."

"Aha, okay."

Amil put the bouquet next to the others.

"By the way, do you know who gave me these marigolds and everlastings? There's no word to go with it."

Thalia smiled at Larissa.

"A friend of mine who has just moved to the area. We met the day before yesterday morning, and as I had to come and see you, they came with me. They bought you this because they felt bad about coming without anything."

"Oh… will you thank them for me?"

"Of course I will."

"I heard that many students came to see you?" Amil asked

"Yes, I received dozens of notes. I didn't know they liked me so much."

Elizabeth, who had been silent until then, spoke up. Larissa liked her voice, always very calm. Her completely white eyes, her hair pulled back in a tight bun, gave her a gentle, wise look that the principal had always liked.

"Larissa, expect many people to tell you how much they love you."

"Is that a prophecy, Mrs Kinswelt?"

"No, Mrs Weems. I know this phenomenon. I almost died myself a long time ago."

"But it sounded like a prophecy."

"Come on, you know I don't share my prophecies. Especially not to the people most affected."

"Does that mean that you have seen things?"

"Interpret it as you wish…"

Thalia opened the box in which there was a red cake with some raspberries on top.

"It was Jean who baked this for you!"

"All this for me? Isn't it better to share it?"

"That was the idea," Jean smiled.

The car was driving along the main road. A storm was brewing and the first drops were falling on the roof.

"Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth lifted her head from the glass. If she wasn't completely blind, you'd think she was absorbed in the scenery that was passing before her eyes on the way to her girlfriend's house.

"Yes, Dear?"

"Did you see anything about Mrs Weems?"

"Yes, I did."

There was silence in the car for a few moments.

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

"I saw your friend. And Mrs Weems."

"Tell me more."

"You know I don't want to turn my visions into self-fulfilling prophecies."

"Come on, I won't tell them. Will you please tell me?"

"What are you offering me in exchange for this information?"

Thalia smiled, without taking her eyes off the road.

"There's not much I can do right now, but as soon as we get to my place, I'm yours."

"I saw them kissing."

"Whaaat?"

"It can mean nothing, too. It was just a kiss. Promise me you won't say anything to them or try to push them together."

"It's going to be hard, but I promise."

"Thank you, Thalia. Let them live their lives, so you won't be disappointed with the outcome."

Elizabeth rested her head against the glass. And then she saw light. A new vision was coming.

She was in the greenhouse of Nevermore. She knew it, though she had never seen it. It smelled the same as when she had gone there. On the floor was Mrs. Weems, lying there, staring into space. Elizabeth ran towards her as the door opened. She saw someone enter. Black hair slicked back, as if it were wet. All black eyes, dressed in brown. She knew it was Rei. They stopped above Mrs Weems and crouched down. Mrs Kinswelt saw the intruder check her breathing and heart before taking something from their jacket and injecting it into Larissa's neck. Then they got up and quietly went to the back of the greenhouse to steal the manchineel tree.

Then everything disappeared.

"Thalia?"

"Yes?"

"Your friend, when did they arrive again?"

"I don't know exactly. They told me it was four days ago at night. Actually, a little after the events at Nevermore. What was that for?"

"No reason."

She knew what she saw. They were the one who saved Mrs Weems. So why hide it? Because of the manchineel thing?

#gwendoline christie #larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader #principal larissa weems #larissa weems #principal weems x reader #principal weems #larissa x oc

[silent-raven13]

Lil Billie don't play!

The Spider-Gang were baking at Miles' apartment, little Billie helping her big brother make cookies. The gang decided to show off their baking skills to show off their favorite treats. Billie wanted chocolate chips cookies, so Miles is making his own version of Chocolate Chunks Chip Cookies.

The gang and Ganke were all chatting having drinks and snacks while baking. Gwen and Hobie were talking about favorite indie band from Hobie's world, and Pavtri and Ganke were talking about funny things their own family done as growing up in an Asian household. Miles listening by the side while he smiles at his little sister who's adding the sugar into the bowl.

"Oh yeah! My Chachi always found ways for me to do extracurricular activities like cricket!" Pavtri said.

"Yeah, my mom wanted me to lean the violin and I always hated learning the violin." Ganke said.

Hobie laughing along with Gwen, "Really, you think his hair look like mustard?"

"Yeah, terrible color and his outfit was so red it was giving Mustard and Ketchup." Gwen laughs along, "But I like that one band called Misery. That opening song was fire."

"Yeah, that group is really good. The singer always getting arrested. Gotta respect her."

"Yeah, she's so cool." The blond young woman agreed as she put green J-ello in a bowl with some toasted pecans.

Pavtri kneading the mixture in a pink bowl making Gulab Jamun, while chatting with Ganke. "Huh, yeah. I never liked Cricket. I told her I rather do something like Yoga, or Kalaripayattu."

"I always liked playing basketball but my mom thought it was to violent." Ganke sips his White Claw. Billie leans over to smile at Ganke, "Hey, Boo."

The five year old happily helps her big brother add the chocolate chunks into the batch of cookies. "Hi-hi, Key!" Little Billie giggles as her brother helps her pours brown sugar into the bowl. "Yum?"

Ganke went over to sniff, "Mmm, yummy!"

Miles let him have a taste of the cookie dough, "Good?" His best friend took an extra spoon filled with cookie dough to try, he chews it for the moment then his eyes gleam with joy.

"Mmm, yo this is fire. Did you use vanilla bean paste? And the chunks are good?" He said licking his lips.

"Hahaha, the secret is a mix of milk chocolate and a lot of dark chocolate." Miles smiles widely at his best friend.

"You would add a lot of dark chocolate." Gwen hums, which got Hobie to smile from ear to ear.

"OPP!" Pavtri giggles.

"Duh, I do love dark chocolate." Miles playfully wink at his boyfriend who turned pinked by the flirtation.

Hobie chuckles as he mix his Sweet Potato into pudding in his own mixing bowl. "I know you do, Sunflower." He lick his lips can't wait for later when it's Billie's nap time, so he can have a full make out session.

The four year girl eyeing at Hobie with a squint in her eyes, she will put a stop to any of his devious thoughts. Her big brother is a sweet and she wants all of his attention.

Miles let his little sister stir the batter while he helps her, "That's right, boo-boo. Good job."

"I'm helping!" She happily said with her high pitch voice, she did a little dance.

"Yeah, you're amazing at this, Billie-boo!" Miles cooes at her as they saw the dough and chocolate chips are perfectly mixed. "Oh, now we can make them cookies, boo-boo."

"Oh yay!" She can't wait for these cookies, "Umm.. Umm.." Her head turns back and forth with her finger on chin, and her braided hair with butterfly clips at the ends made clinks sounds. "Remem-bur daddy wants some cookies."

"Oh, I almost forgot. Thanks for reminding me, Boo!" Miles smiles at his little sister for being such a big helper. "You're always my best helper!"

"Hehe, I am!" She proudly puff her chest being pleased for getting praised by her big brother.

Pavtri smiles at Miles, "Awe, Billie. You're so adorable."

Miles look at Gwen's bowl, "Um, Gwen. What is that? It's so green, and you're using cottage cheese?" His eyes widen at the tub of cottage cheese.

"Yeah, this is Watergate Salad with a twist. My mom use to make this for my dad then he would make it for us on Christmas." Gwen open the cottage cheese to dump into the bowl with the green J-ello, legumes and marshmallows. "It's good! Trust me!"

Pavtri and Hobie share the same look of concern, yet they are willing to try for their friend. They knew how much Gwen tries to cook for them and put so much effort even if some meals are questionable.

"Okay..." Miles tries to force an excited tone but had a a straight face.

"What? It's not gross. Look I'ma add the Cool Whip!" Gwen open a big tub of Cool Whip, "And this is super easy to make! I don't need to bake or use the stove. All I need to do is add it into the fridge once I'm done!"

Miles got a tray with parchment paper on it, while Billie happily hold the bowl. She saw the ice cream scoop being covered in butter to scoop the thick dough. "Ohh! I wanna do it, hermano!" She holds her hand out having her fingers reaching out.

"Wait, let me show you first, okay?"

"Okay." Being perfectly behaved, the four year old had her hands together as she watches her brother showing her how to scoop cookie dough on the tray. Miles slowly show her then place the dough on the tray seeing how Billie nodded. She's such a well behave girl.

Without out the Black Latino knowing, he felt cold cream on his cheek. "BAM! Gotchu!" Gwen giggles having to put cool whip on her friend's cheek, "Your too slow!" Miles took the hit without feeling bothered, since this is how they play around.

But for Billie, she did not like that. She took it as bullying on her big brother, and seeing how hard Gwen put that whip cream on his face got her feeling some type a way. She stood quiet as she saw her brother left the cool whip on his cheek being focus into teaching her to make scoops of cookie dough.

Every now and then the four year old would give Gwen the side eye, this was a declaration of war. Hobie stood quiet, too. He didn't like how Gwen sometimes plays too rough or too much with his Sunflower, and he knows Miles wouldn't mind. Yet, the punker never like rough play something about seeing his boyfriend getting hurt gets him enrage.

"Awe, you upset lil Boo." Ganke said out loud noticing the little girl quiet giving that serious Mr. Morales look. Crazy how much of resemblance she had on her dad. The way Miles look a lot like his mom.

Miles chuckles as he wipes off the cream off his cheek with a wet rag, "Awe, boo-boo. It's okay. Me and Gwen were playing." He wasn't one to play as much as Gwen.

Billies said nothing but side eye at Gwen again, she had her lips puckered with a serious look on her face. Hobie burst out laughing seeing her pissed off as him. Pavtri teased, "Ohhh, Gwen. You made her mad-mad."

"What? What did I do?" Gwen laughs it off, she knows Billie is protective of her brother. No one would expect what's gonna happen.

When everyone finished making their dessert leaving them to take a break. Gwen lay on the L shape part of the couch while texting her other friends and being on her Socials.

Hobie talking to Miles in the kitchen being a bit close with his hands apart holding the counter, sounding a bit flirty. The Black latino chuckles with his arms wrapping around his punker as the two kiss.

Ganke and Pavtri playing video games and talking about the lore of the game. Little Billie was by her dolls and small table for coloring, she saw her chance to get pay back. The four year old sneaky crouch toward Gwen's without being noticed from the two men play video games, her brown eyes saw some blond and colorful dye hair.

Billie took her chance to get pay back for her big brother, she grab a fistful of Gwen's hair and yanking it. "OW! Ahh, Billie!" Gwen felt a sharp yank on her head, her blue eyes saw Billie grabbing her hair.

"AH! NO!" Billie huffs, she jumps back seeing her brother's friend trying to get her to let go. The rest of her friends noticed.

Miles quickly turns to find his little sister yanking his best friend's hair. "Boo-Boo?"

"Ow, Billie!" Gwen got up seeing that was one way for the little girl to let go, yet it didn't stop Billie from throwing hands. The little girl's tiny fist hitting the blond woman's thigh and legs, then she climbs on her to fight. "What's with you?" Those punches didn't hurt Gwen, in fact it felt like pats and it made her laugh a bit.

Pavtri laughs, "She's picking a fight with you? What did you do to her?"

"NOTHING!" She said out loud being in shock that her friend put the blame on her. Gwen grab the little girl having to pull her away from her, Billie kept throwing her punches on her hands.

"No-no! MMM!" Billie whines having to use all her energy to fight Gwen.

"I dunno she seems pretty mad." Ganke winced at the little girl.

Miles quickly went over to get his little sister, "Boo! Billie Mariana Morales! What's gotten into you? Oye, escúchame, niña!" Using a firm voice while speaking Spanish, sometimes his little sister understands Spanish more than English. He hugs her trying to calm her down seeing how she's furious she is.

"Ella te golpeó, hermano!" Billie struggles from her brother's hands still wanting to fight, "Venganza!!!" She throw her fist in the air.

"What did she say?" Pavtri asked.

Gwen fixing her hair putting into a messy bun, "Yeah!"

"She said revenge, and she thinks you hit me with the whip cream." Miles couldn't help but let out a snicker, seeing how cute his little sister is willing to protect him.

"Ohhh! Opp, so she wanted payback?" Gwen asked with her hand on her hips, "But I didn't hit you."

Billie huffs, "Hmph! No toques a mi hermano!" Her hands cupping her brother's face being protective then crossing her arms, "Nonono!"

Pavtri rub his chin, "I guess if it was innocent or not, she doesn't like it."

"Well, Billie never like anyone picking on Miles, so this shouldn't be a surprise." Ganke pointed out.

Hobie stood quiet through the whole thing, he went to stand next to his Sunflower. "Still... Billie, don't pull Gwen's hair. She means no harm, and no fighting or I have to tell mamí you were misbehaving." Miles lecture his little sister.'

"Pero... Pero..." Billie sniffs with big tears forming already sad for upsetting her brother. She did what she thought was fair.

"Ehh, let her off of this one. I get it. She loves you too much." Gwen shrugs it off, "Besides it didn't hurt me."

"Still... she needs to know it's not right." Miles hugs his sister, "Billie Boo, it's okay. Don't cry. I know you're a good girl." Wiping her tears away with his right hand.

Billie sniffs feeling bum out, her brown eyes landed on Hobie who gave her a sincere smile. "You git me?" She asked the punker.

"Yes, luv." Seeing how Billie wanted him to hold her, the punker took her in his arms and gave a solitary smile. "You did an excellent job, lil Boo."

"Hobie!" Miles pouted but seeing Billie sad face turning super happy made him slide it off. Little Billie proudly nodded at Hobie.

"Yeah! She hu-wt Miles!"

"I know." Hobie gave her thumb ups, "Good job for getting yer lick back!"

"YEAH!" Billie said in a loud cheer tone.

Gwen snorted, "It was like a pinch."

"Shh, Gwen! Little Billie don't play." Pavtri said out loud.

Ganke nodded, "Yeah, now you want her to pull your hair again?"

"No..." The blond woman answered.

Miles began scolding his boyfriend for allow Billie to be okay with this behavior. Everyone knows to never mess with Miles if his sister is around. Who knows what she'll do? Hobie and Billie had a close friendship whenever it comes to Miles, they have the need to protect him. They never understood why.

The little girl happily learns a few moves from Hobie, she can't wait to try it on any enemy near her brother.

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #across the spider verse

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Chortle headlines.

Some of these are interesting. I don't know if it bodes well if Paddy Young is the absolute best rookie comedians in all of Britain, but he definitely had a good show last year (that got streamed on NextUp from Edinburgh). I have trouble believing anyone wrote a show that's better than both Paul Foot's Dissolve and Ahir Shah's Ends, but to be fair, I haven't seen John Kearns' show and he is very fucking good at these things, makes me hope even more that he'll be doing something in Edinburgh while I'm there. Alex Horne got an award for Taskmaster being an outstanding achievement, not quite sure what that means but I think it's accurate. I think if you look up the definition of "breakthrough act" you'll just find a note that says "see Sam Campbell's career throughout 2023", so that couldn't really have gone any other way. I've heard Kiri Pritchard-McLean compere a bunch on NextUp things, she is in fact very good at clubs. I haven't seen any of the other nominees but I'm still sure that James Acaster deserved to win that best tour one. I couldn't stomach the amount of Celebrity Glamour in Joe Lycett's new show but he is a great comedian and he is definitely made to be a TV comedian, which in some ways could be an insult but I really mean it as a compliment, he's great at that, good for him. Munya Chawawa posts highly amusing song parodies on YouTube. Fern Brady's is one of the best comedian books I've read. Three Bean Salad I was unable to get into, but maybe I'll give it another shot sometimes, after I finish with the winners of that radio award, John and Elis - well done to them for getting over ten years and not completely falling apart. I usually find it hard to get into sketch comedy (or anything that isn't straight stand-up) but Lorna Rose Treen made me laugh with character things last summer, so she probably deserves that one.

Those are my unsolicited opinions on that. The existence of Taskmaster is definitely an outstanding achievement for all involved.

This a special feature that happens every once in a while, called "Chortle publishes the contents of Daniel Kitson's mailing list". I find it gets funnier the less it sounds like Steve Bennett knows about the news items beyond the contents of the mailing list email, and in this case, that is clearly fuck all. But anyway, it's a great show and exciting announcement, anyone who has the opportunity should go see this tour. He said in the email that he might try to get something going in NYC later this year, which would be incredibly logistically difficult for me to get to (8.5-hour drive each way if I can borrow a car from someone, which would be tough, 14 hours on the bus otherwise, I've been told I can't take any more vacation days in 2024 because I used them on the London/Edinburgh trip), but still, I have found myself wondering how I might be able to make that work if he actually announces it.

Fucking hell. I can't believe this. My local comedian Facebook group is going pretty wild in response to this news. That's fucking huge, a massive amount of stuff is centred around this. To be honest I'm still not clear on the scope of this news so I won't go into it too much, I'll just say, fucking hell. Truly shocking. That's like a sport just canceling its national championships halfway through the season.

Excellent. Everyone should read this. His 2023 show (which I think he's still touring) is one of my favourite comedy shows ever. And the one before that, which inspired this book, is also very fucking funny, though not as good as his latest one.

Also, I am up for a trend of one comedian per year writing a book about their relatively recent autism diagnosis. Who do we think it'll be in 2025? I have approximately four to five suggestions.