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captain-lessship · 11 months

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His “Sidekick In The Chair” No Longer Pt. 1

a/n: No die hard comic fans come for me but I do know that Toxin (A symbiote) has helped spider man in the comics and I wanted to write something that has the potential to get funny but I will warn you, there is a sad bit in this part.

CW: Possible Spoilers (idk i know not everyone has watch the movie or read the comics)

“Every superhero has a sidekick!” He whined.

Your best friend, Pavitr, had offered to walk you home and had talked non-stop about you helping him.

“Pav,” you turned around, fully ready to shut him down but you saw the sheer hope and excitement in his eyes, “I- Fine!” You lamented. “But I am not your sidekick, we are equals.”

He smiled widely at you as he slung his arms around you, “I knew you’d agree! Thank you. And sure! You can be a hero too!”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Besides how hard could it be?”

“About that… we need suits.”

“What?”

“Oh come on, all superheroes have cool suits and besides you can sew!” He said.

“I really really hope that I get side swiped by a car.” You groaned.

“You’ll never get hurt while I am here.” He said, voice trying to be serious.

You were unimpressed, “Let’s hope you never have to use that line.” You patted him on the back.

When you got home, you immediately got to work doodling up a suit that would be fit for your rather expressive best friend and now partner in crime fighting.

You smiled to yourself as you drew and after what felt like hours, you added color. As you stared at the costume, your mind began to wonder, thinking about all the shenanigans and by relation, danger he’d be getting into and you wouldn’t always be there.

You were set on the sidelines: No powers, only your mind to help him. You knew he was smart and wouldn’t purposefully get himself in deep trouble but yet, you still worried.

And your worrying was for the best.

There was now a-

“Hole in our universe.”

A hole in your universe.

“Pav, sweet sweet, Pav,” you held your phone closer to your ear, “Why is there a god damn hole in our universe?” You yelled into your phone.

“Geez, don’t yell! Calm down, it’s being fixed and… I’m sorry.”

You were shocked. It wasn’t that Pavitr never apologized, it was that he never apologized without adding on why it wasn’t his bad.

“It’s- Pav, it wasn’t your fault. You are not responsible for other people’s actions.”

“I know, I know but I feel partially responsible: it’s my city. And there’s a hole in it.”

“It’s being fixed, it’ll be okay.”

A sudden knock on your window made you jumped and you turned in your chair to see him. You walked to your window and opened it.

He tumbled in and slumped to your bed, still in his Spider-Man suit. You sighed as you walked over and sat beside his face down figure, “So is this a ‘Leave me alone for five minutes and bring me tea’ or a ‘I am just being dramatic’ ?”

“I am not dramatic!” He shouted at you.

You just stared at him as he jerked his mask off, a very angry and hit look painted across his face.

“You know what?” He stood up, “Forget it! You don’t know the half of it!”

“Oh what don’t I know?” You said, feeling yourself become annoyed.

“What it is to be an actual superhero!”

It cut you deeper than it should’ve. There was just something about the way he said it that made you believe that he never thought you were more than his tailor and direction giver.

Anger filled you, “Oh please!” How quickly could he forget that he would not have been able to do it without you.

“You just don’t! And I don’t expect you to!”

“No, I don’t get the easy part. I don’t get the powers and I don’t get the praise but I hope you can do it without me.”

He stared at you, eyes scanning your face, “I don’t have the easy part. I have to except the fact my life is written out for me.”

“Well, should be easy to live then, the reassurance that it will all be okay must be great!” You folded your arms across your chest.

There was silence for a bit.

“What do you mean without you?”

“You said I wasn’t a real superhero,” you felt your anger subside, “And I got mad.”

He looked at you, “I am just… disappointed in what I now know my life will be like, it’s all already drawn out and I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

“What will it be?”

“My uncle, and every other Spider-Man’s uncle, were already destined to die. So is a police investigator that I am close to.”

You could’ve swore you saw tears form in his eyes, something that never clouded the face for your sunny spirited friend, “Every Spider-Man has a Gwen Stacy. Every Gwen Stacy falls in love with Spider Man.”

You picked up on what he meant, you walked to him and wrapped your arms around him and felt his body give slightly, sniffing and snuffling noises leaving him. “Every Spider-Man and Gwen Stacy can’t be together, can they?”

He nodded yes, acknowledging that his young love was predestined to end. All you could do was hug him.

You thought about that all through the night. Mind drifting to how sad it must be. Suddenly something touched your foot.

It was cold.

Slightly slimy.

And it was moving.

With a shaky hand you pulled back the cover, revealing a crimson colored mass.

Before you could scream, it began to rise slightly off the bed and a pair of pearly white eyes with a light blue sheen came to the thing that was in your bed.

Fear filled you as words came from the creature.

“Hello.”

“Hi.” You all but whispered.

“Are you frightened?”

“Uh, yea, no offense but it’s not everyday a random blood looking creature appears in my room.”

“I am Toxin.”

“Is there something you need or what?”

“I can make you a superhero. You would want to help your friend, right?” Toxin remarked.

“Okay eavesdropper, but how could you do that?”

“I just need your body. Then you will have all my powers.”

“Could I web swing?”

“We could try.”

“What’s the catch?”

Toxin laughed, “Smart, aren’t we? Well there is one. What you eat, I take half the nutrients. I use your body as a sort of home.”

“It won’t kill me, right?”

“No. What parasite intentionally kills their host?”

“You need a marketing class.” You sighed, “But I guess we could take one.”

“We could.” Toxin smiled widely.

You extended your hand and Toxin climbed onto it, you shuddered slightly at the feeling, “How are you gonna get inside me?”

“Take a deep breathe.”

You closed your eyes as you breathed in through your nose, feeling him slip in your nostril. It felt like when a doctor swabbed your nose to see if you had the flu. You choked slightly, feeling it drip down into your chest. Then the voice came.

“It’s nice in here.”

“Thanks?”

“You’re welcome.” Toxin said, “Now, I request a sandwich.”

“PB & J?”

“Grape jelly.”

“Of course.”

Little did you know who was outside your window, having seen the encounter between you and the alien. It was Pavitr. His watch chimed.

“Canon Event Successful. Continue your work.”

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peonycats · 1 year

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Buy your local Chinese lingerie today! Support the fatherland!

#did india get a vpn just comment this? maybe #historically inaccurate hair is historically inaccurate #hetalia #aph china #hws china #also I cant believe I forgot but thank you to luyous for writing this description ❤️

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sword-swallower-pin · 6 months

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we're in such a strange era where men will just casually wax poetic for several paragraphs in mainstream media outlets about how john and paul were in love with each other but no one dares to explore the real questions (were they having gay sex? when were they having gay sex? what kind of gay sex were they having?) mate you're a journalist, do your job

#rob sheffield what do you think of mclennon top/bottom discourse #john and paul #its genuinely jarring seeing the theories you thought niche to your strange little internet community in newspapers #but like nobody is bothering to go any furher with this #oh yeah john wrote several sad yearning song about how much he misses paul. why would that open up any intresting questions?#someone write a book please. if peter jackson can make get back then we should be able to find out what happened in india #john lennon #paul mccartney

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mournfulroses · 21 days

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Sara Teasdale, from The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale; "India Wharf,"

#lit #sara teasdale #india wharf #quote #words #fragments #typography #writings #quotes #love language #p

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certifiedl0verboy · 13 days

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deep the water — chapter eight is here 💕

hope u guys enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it MWAH

#jegulus #james potter #marauders #regulus black #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus fanfic #jeggy #james potter x regulus black #regulus black x james potter #india's writing #dtw #deep the water

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maihonhassan · 23 days

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When Maulana Tariq Jameel said;

“Zameen tumhara kuch nahi bigaar sakti agar tumhara asmaan se taaluq mazboot ho.”

I felt that !

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fuckasur · 1 month

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"How much did you love her?"

"Enough to forgive the scars she gave me."

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demigod-of-the-agni · 3 months

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kurunthokai, 168 — “what the hero said to his heart”

#i did this in a rush. that's why some things look wonky and weird and T-T #me drawing vague shapes then scribbling over them #here is some pavayatri for you #goldenmodel #pavitr x gayatri #literally whatever you call them #i tried translating slash rewriting the original kurunthokai poem #but it's in pure tamil so most of the words don't really line up with modern tamil/english #so i put my degree in bad writing to use. hopefully this does the poem justice #anyway yeah. have these babies #i love pavitr and gayatri so much!!!!!#i saw this poem and immediately thought “you know what would be absolutely sick. asm121 redraw”#and then I DID IT #no i am not sorry. not really. dw i gave myself psychic damage while drawing this #“the night gayatri singh died” be like #gayatri singh #pavitr prabhakar #spider man india #atsv #atsv pavitr #spider man #artoftheagni #its 1am rn if you have any beef with me please wait another six hours. i hate staying up so late

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keep-calm-and-drink-caf · 6 months

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“He was a Punk, She did Ballet Bharatanatyam”

A Hobie oneshot

The idea for this oneshot was based almost completely off of @hobiebrownismygod ‘s post here! <3

Pairing: Hobie Brown (Spider-Punk) x Indian!Reader who does Bharatanatyam

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Uses of Y/N, reader pushes herself past her limits a little bit?, reader’s just a teensy bit rude to Hobie at first, my ✨interesting✨ attempts at writing Hobie’s accent and slang

A/N: I wrote the reader to be Gayatri’s cousin because I thought it might be interesting to look through the perspective of someone who knows Pavitr from Gayatri’s side! And partly because I used to be in a similar situation - my younger cousin would always randomly call me and spill all the tea of whatever had happened in school :) (she still does haha. mwah i love you my little butterfly xx 🫶)

Originally intended for it to be romantic but it I think it could also be interpreted as platonic!

(he’s so gorgeous akdjsbcjdbcjcnd i love him sm <333)

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It was late.

Late enough that you should’ve been packing up and heading home, not inside an empty dance studio practising your steps till your feet ached and your legs felt like they were liquefying slowly.

You were trying to perfect the fast-paced jumps and footwork, pushing yourself ruthlessly despite being on the brink of exhaustion, and now your heels hurt from the force with which you were slamming them into the ground. The ghungroo bells that were strapped around your ankles jingled almost tauntingly as you kept going off-beat.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you sat down on one of the benches placed on the side, sliding your ghungroo bells off your ankles and stuffing them into the side pocket of your bag. You were about to gather the strength to get up and go home when you heard the door swinging open and your gaze darted toward the sudden creak.

“Oh, hey Y/N. What are you doing here?”

Pavitr stood in the doorway, looking completely soaked to the bone and struggling to open an umbrella.

Gayatri was your slightly younger cousin, so naturally you knew Pavitr quite well since she would call you and gush about every little thing he did that she found absolutely adorable. Initially you had been frosty and skeptical towards him and he found you downright terrifying, but over time he had managed to charm you with his sunshiny personality and deep affection and respect for Gayatri.

“Hi, Pav. I was trying to practise my bharatanatyam but I think I should call it a day,” You responded, stretching your sore legs out and squinting through the glass panels of the door. “Is it raining?”

“Yep, we got caught in it while-” He cut himself off with a yelp as the umbrella opened suddenly in his face and he instinctively moved it behind his shoulder. You heard a soft ‘mmph’ come from someone right behind him who he had accidentally hit with the sharp spikes of the opened umbrella edge.

You tilted your head to look behind Pav as the person who had been hit stepped forward into the light, his hands out to prevent any further attacks from the umbrella. He flashed a charming smile at you, the studio’s warm light glinting off his piercings.

There was something slightly… odd about him that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. It wasn’t his large wicks that were, somehow, completely dry though he had clearly been with Pavitr in the rain, some drops still sliding off of his spiked vest. It wasn’t the small, silver-spiked red fabric sticking out of his pocket either that he tucked out of sight the moment he saw your eyes drift toward it.

His outline - if you could even call it that - appeared to be in constant motion, seemingly shifting and changing colours every few minutes. You blinked a few times, simply chalking it up to your tired brain playing tricks on you.

“Oi, watch where you’re pointin’ that thing, mate. Y’might jus’ take someone’s eye out.”

You raised your eyebrows as you heard the sharp cockney British accent.

“Yeh aadhmi British hai. Vah yahaan Mumbattan mein kya kar raha hai?” (This man is British. What’s he doing here in Mumbattan?) You asked in Hindi. You realised, the moment the words left your mouth in your mother-tongue, that you were being quite rude by talking in a language he probably didn’t know. His eyes darted toward you, studying you intently as if trying to understand what you were saying.

“Vah itna bura nahin hai, mujh par bharosa karte hain. Aur vah sirph… yaatra kar rahe hain.” (He’s not that bad, trust me. And he’s just… visiting.) Pavitr gave a sheepish chuckle, bringing a hand up to run his fingers through his rain-soaked hair. [I know that yaatra technically means travelling, but I can’t remember the Hindi word for ‘visit’ so if anyone could tell me how to say visiting instead I’d be very grateful!]

“‘Ello to you too,” He laughed it off, the smooth, rich sound filling the air. “My name’s ‘Obie. ‘Obie Brown. Nice to meet you.”

You assumed he was saying Hobie and gave him small smile, getting up to go over to them and shake his hand. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Hobie.”

Pavitr leaned forward to whisper quietly to you, his tone lightly teasing. “Hamne aapko kaanch ke darvaaze ke maadhyam se naachte hue dekha. Vah ghoorana bandh nahin kar saka.” (We saw you dancing through the glass door. He couldn’t stop staring.)

You felt your cheeks heat up slightly at his words and you scoffed, suppressing a smile tugging at your mouth. “Aur vah bilkul bhee daraavna nahin hai.” (And that’s not creepy at all.)

“Well, I was just about to head out,” You would’ve liked to properly get to know Hobie, but your vision was starting to swim in front of your eyes and his subtle flickering didn’t help.

“Careful. There’s a ‘ell of a lot o’ pleasure and pain out there.”

You blinked in surprise and glanced at Pavitr for an explanation, trying to understand what Hobie had just said but also not wanting to come off as rude.

“It’s raining cats and dogs out there,” Pavitr translated, snickering slightly at your confusion before your unamused eyebrow-raise shut him up.

“I have an umbrella. I’ll be fine, don’t worry. Besides, it’s just rain.” You took out your umbrella, looking through the glass into the rain. It was pouring quite heavily, but you’d just have to manage.

Pavitr got a gleam in his eye that told you he was plotting something. You narrowed your eyes with suspicion. “What are you thinking?”

“Ah, nothing, but we were headed that way anyway, for that padoka stall a little further on. We can come with you!” Pavitr gave you a grin and held his umbrella out in front of him, pretending to examine it critically. “The only problem is… my umbrella can only cover one person.”

Your eyes widened slightly as you realised what he was playing at. “Pav. Ab matchmake ka samay nahin hai,” (Now is not the time to matchmake) You hissed under your breath, giving him a death glare.

Pavitr simply ducked his head, giving you and Hobie a little wave as he moved to stand outside in the rain, the umbrella spread over his head. “Well, are you two coming or not?”

Hobie chuckled softly, turning to you. “Let’s go? I can walk in the rain if you want, I really don’t mind getting wet.”

“No, no, you can stay with me. Sorry if I was rude earlier.” You opened the umbrella more skilfully than Pavitr had done, angling it so it could shelter both of you as you stepped outside into the rain and followed Pavitr.

“Nah, you’re good. It’s nice ‘earin’ you and Pav talk Hindi, actually. How long ‘ave you been doin’… what’s it called?”

“Bharatanatyam.” You giggled softly at how Hobie’s eyebrows lifted at the word, his piercings sailing up along with them. “Quite a while. It’s almost like an Indian ballet, if ballet was more about fast-paced movement and quicker beats rather than grace and controlled technique.”

“S’different from what I’ve seen. More chaotic, but beautiful. Do y’always wear those jingly things around your ankles?”

“Ghungroo bells? Yeah, they just serve as something to accentuate the rhythm that we tap out with our feet so that the audience - and the dancers themselves - can hear it better.”

Hobie’s eyes - were they always that shiny…? - were on you as you talked, slightly wide as he took in what you were saying with the utmost attention. “Hey, lovebirds! The rain stopped, in case you didn’t notice. Y/N, you’re here.” Pavitr’s teasing voice cut through your thoughts, which were albeit a little foggy the moment you saw how pretty Hobie’s eyes were.

You put the umbrella down and, sure enough, the rain had almost entirely stopped, reduced to tiny droplets that drizzled pinpricks of water on the pavement. Well, that was Mumbattan weather for you. Pouring one second and sunshiny the next.

“I’m never making gajar ka halwa for you ever again if you don’t stop talking,” You warned as you heard Hobie chuckle slightly awkwardly at the nickname Pav had given you both.

“Nononono please— I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that!”

You rolled your eyes and closed the umbrella, glaring at him.

“Fine, fine, just stop giving me that look. You’ll get your gajar ka halwa.” You softened your expression into a smile as you turned to look at the man you had just met. “Bye, Hobie. It was really lovely meeting you. I’ll see you around?”

Hobie smiled at you, dipping his head in a nod of farewell. “Yep. See y’around.”

You keyed open the door to your house, closing it behind you only to be greeted by Gayatri lying sprawled on the couch. You were used to her visiting unannounced, and your mother absolutely adored her, so you’d often come home to see her waiting for you, with new stories - whether they were scandalous gossip from the modelling agency, a few texts or actions from Pavitr that had made her lose her mind with how adorable he was being, or just random shower-thoughts she’d have (not to be confused with the ‘deep philosophical ponderings’ she had at 3am in the morning that she felt the urgent need to share with you straight away)

You could smell the sharp tang of spices wafting out from under the closed kitchen door as your mother cooked.

“Pav told me everything,” Gayatri giggled before you even had a chance to properly say hi to her. You groaned and flopped down on the couch next to her, moving her legs to rest over your lap so she didn’t take up all the space. “Brilliant. What did he say?”

Gayatri smirked up at you. “You met his friend Hobie? The one who’s visiting?”

You considered reaching for the cushion a few inches away on the floor, wondering if you could take it and throw it at her before she could bat it away. “Yeah, I did.”

Gayatri made her eyebrows jump up and down teasingly. “Do you think he’s cute?”

“Gayatri—”

“Oh, come on! This is totally like a rom-com. He was a punk, she did ballet — but make it Indian!” She mimed clicking a camera, now fully laughing, her eyes scrunched up mischievously. “Wow, and the guy’s British too. Who’d have thought? I think he’s here for a few more days, in case you want me to ask Pav to set up a date—”

You reached for the cushion, snatching it up and holding the fluffy patterned corner as threateningly as you could.

“Chhoti behen?” (Little sister)

“Yeah?”

“You know I love you.”

“Yep.”

“But stop talking.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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Gajar ka halwa is a carrot-based sweet dessert pudding made by placing grated carrots in a pot containing a specific amount of water, milk and sugar, cardamom and then cooking while stirring regularly.

A pakoda/pakora is a fritter originating from the Indian subcontinent. They are sold by street vendors and served in restaurants in South Asia. It consists of items, often vegetables such as potatoes and onions, coated in seasoned gram flour batter and deep fried.

‘Pleasure and pain’ is Cockney rhyming slang for rain. (At least I’m pretty sure it is because I saw another website saying it’s ‘ache and pain’ so I’m not really sure which one it is)

Ghungroo bells are anklets that consist of small metallic bells (going from 50 to more than 200 bells depending on factors like the expertise of the dancer and the desired amplitude of the bells) knotted together. Ghungroo bells are used in many Indian classical dances such as Bharatanatyam, Kuchipudi, Lavani, Odissi, Mohiniyattam, and Kathak.

I don’t do Bharatanatyam, so some of this might be wrong. Please lmk if anything is incorrect! <3

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skitskatdacat63 · 9 months

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2009 Belgian Grand Prix - Kimi Räikönnen(ft. Giancarlo Fisichella & Sebastian Vettel)

#2009 kimi is so 😳 with his long hair #my fav part about kimi podiums is how much champagne he drinks compared to other drivers hahaha #everyone else mostly sprays it but he always keep slugging it #i dont know why i keep making these at 6 am when i dont have any thought processes as well as being sick! i cant write meaningful tags #nevertheless aahahhhhhh i love 2009!!! its so sick how balanced it is #like how tf did a force india get pole and nearly win???? sick #im still dying over the lap one DNF where 4 cars were taken out in one fell swoop it was almost comedic #it feels so nice to see fisi again!!! i missed him since 2005...shame nando isnt on the podium w him bcs i miss my renault boys #but heyyyyyy simi podium!!! i love how kimi is just trying to drink and seb sprays him #kimi räikkönen #kimi raikkonen #sebastian vettel #sv5 #giancarlo fisichella #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #we do a little bit of f1 #2009 belgian gp #2009 belgian grand prix

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malchai · 17 days

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pandorcas microfic | 1115 words | NSFW

for my darling euge @ecstarry, inspired by this post cw: knife play

Dorcas closes the door and collapses against it as the last of her guests leave the apartment. While she loves hosting, she can’t help but look forward to the moment when it’s just her and Pandora again. She sighs and lets her eyes slip close for a moment. The lights are still dimmed and the background music thrums through her. Her eyes finally crack open to see Pandora leaving the kitchen, holding a small cake out in front of her.

“Dora, what’s this?” Dorcas asks. She wasn’t expecting anything more after the party Pandora had just thrown her.

“Oh, just a little something for the birthday girl,” Pandora says. Up close, Dorcas can see the cake has dark red frosting with a white trim and three white candles on top. Pandora’s eyes shine from the light of the flames. Pandora walks up to her and holds out the cake.

“Make a wish, darling,” Pandora says, with a smirk. Dorcas catches the wild glint in her eyes. The edge of danger, the moment before the drop. Pandora’s pupils are eating away at the blue of her irises. Dorcas feels breathless.

She maintains eye contact as she leans in, puckers her lips, and blows out the candles one at a time. Pandora hums happy birthday and places the cake on her side table where a carving knife lays. She picks it up and cuts a small slice, balancing it on the side of the blade.

“Want a taste?” She holds up the knife to Dorcas’ mouth. A challenge, a dare. But that’s how it’s felt ever since they started this. Even before it, if she’s honest. Precariously teetering on the edge of a blade. And who is Dorcas to back down from it. Dorcas parts her lips and accepts. The tip of the knife slips in. The sweet taste of the icing hits her tongue. The cake is delicious. Soft and spongy. Dorcas swallows.

“How is it?”

“It’s perfect.”

“Really? Let me try some.” Pandora holds up the knife, and licks along the side in one long stripe. Dorcas can’t tear her eyes away from the dark red icing staining her pink mouth. “Mm, that is good. Let me try some more.”

Pandora skims some frosting off the top of the cake before turning towards Dorcas. “I know you’ve been watching me all night, Cas.”

With the clean edge of the knife she flicks a braid over Dorcas’ shoulder before dragging the tip of the blade across Dorcas’ left collarbone, the blade biting the skin but not breaking it. Dorcas feels her heart speed up, her palms start to sweat. Pandora smears the icing in the hollow of her throat, and Dorcas almost chokes when the coolness of the knife is replaced by Pandora’s hot tongue cleaning up the mess.

“But you’ve been such a good girl. So patient and sweet. So attentive with your guests even though it’s your day.” It’s getting harder and harder for Dorcas to formulate coherent thoughts. The knife is back, tracing up her neck before hitting her pulse point. Pandora presses in and Dorcas moans at the sensation, pulse fluttering under the blade. Pandora scrapes the icing on the underside of Dorcas’ jaw, before once again Pandora's mouth is on her. Pandora sucks hard, and Dorcas’ back arches off the door, pushing their chests together but Pandora keeps her hips angled away. She licks a stripe from Dorcas’ jaw line to behind her ear, nips at her earlobe.

“Now, I’ve got the birthday girl all to myself. Whatever shall I do with you?” Pandora murmurs, lips brushing the shell of Dorcas’ ear.

She leans back slightly, so that Dorcas can see her whole face. Pandora looks giddy. She slides the knife across Dorcas’ cheek and follows the movement with her eyes. It’s almost a tender caress, until the blade presses into the skin of her cheekbone drawing blood. Dorcas’ breath stutters, her chest heaving in a futile attempt to draw in air. She feels high off the adrenaline.

“Pandora.”

“You’re so pretty, baby,” Pandora says, awestruck, as if Dorcas is something special. A fragile piece of art. Or a specimen under the glass. Pandora grabs Dorcas by the chin in a tight grip. She leans in and collects the icing from Dorcas’ cheek with her tongue, lapping up the trickle of blood but avoiding the split skin.

As soon as her grip slackens, Dorcas turns her head to crash their mouths together, and the tension ignites. Pandora presses Dorcas into the door, thigh sliding between her legs. Dorcas moans into her mouth at instant relief after being on the edge for so long. The kiss is all tongue and teeth, a battle from the start. The sweetness of the icing, mixing with metallic taste of iron, and something uniquely Pandora is a heady combination. Dorcas can’t get close enough.

“Need more,” Dorcas gasps into Pandora’s mouth.

“I’ll take care of you, babygirl.” Pandora bites Dorcas’ bottom lip hard, then soothes the sting with her tongue as her hand sneaks between them to undo Dorcas’ jeans. Pandora slips her hand into Dorcas’ pants, and without warning presses a finger into her. Pandora greedily swallows the noises falling from her mouth.

“Fuck.” In retaliation, Dorcas nips at her neck and sucks a bruise into her pulse point. Dorcas already knows she’s dripping, has been since the moment this started, so after a few moments, a second finger easily joins the first. Pandora’s thumb circles her clit, and Dorcas chokes out a sob, hiding her face in Pandora’s neck as Pandora starts to fuck her in earnest.

Dorcas’ hips jerk forward as Pandora’s thumb presses into her clit. Her fingers pump into her harder, faster, bringing Dorcas to the edge too quickly. But when she feels the tip of the knife press into the hinge of her jaw, Dorcas knows she’s done for.

“Look at me. I want to see you as you come for me,” Pandora says. Dorcas’ eyes meet Pandora’s as she moves the knife to press into the front of Dorcas’ throat. Dorcas takes in her flushed cheeks, kiss-swollen lips, and the dark eyes pinning her in place. Pandora Rosier looks like sin incarnate. “There you are.”

Dorcas’ vision black out. She throws her head back with a cry, and Pandora uses the opportunity to lavish her neck, still working her through her orgasm. It takes Dorcas a few moments to return to herself.

“Definitely one of the best birthday presents I’ve ever received,” Dorcas tells her, laughing in disbelief.

“Oh angel, the night’s just getting started,” Pandora coos. Her face breaks out into a mocking grin. “You better hold on.”

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"And we'll meet for lunch?" pavitr asks, his grip on his phone tightening as he stood in front of the school. Head turning left and right every so often with a small pout, scanning the area to try and spot you while you made your way over.

It wasn't like you to be late, in fact had always been him; stumbling into class just after the bell had rung with a bag in hand, what reside in it would always be some extra medu vada his aunty had "accidentally" made. Whispering your name to get your attention so you could take it then smiling when he'd glance over to see you sneak a few bites.

But now, here he stood, a few minutes before class was starting; no bag of those sweet donuts and no you to sneak glances at. The crowd at the front of school started lessening as they all went to their classes, he was starting to worry just where you could be.

"Yes pav." Hearing your voice made his heart flutter and the way you let out a small chuckle after made that little pout go away. "I'll be out on the ledge and you better not scare me this time!"

He laughs, turning his head to the right, breaking out in a wide smile when he finally spotted you. Waving frantically as you started to pick up the pace of your walk, his heart doing the same. "Whyre you still out here?!" you call out to him, voice echoing through the phone to which he just shrugs and hangs up.

When you finally reach him, you scold him for waiting up; knowing his aunty would get on him for being late again and potentially ground him like the many times she has before. But, he doesn't care, atleast not too much. Grabbing your hand and walking with you into school, listening as you explain why you were so late.

And when you finally take your seats, you pull a small baggie from your backpack and hand it to him. He gives you a confused look to which you roll your eyes and turn back to the teacher as she speaks.

Pavitr tries his best to be quiet as he opens the bag; his eyes lighting up and smiling growing when he sees three small medu vada's inside.

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