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dr0pp0pc4ndy · 1 year

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「What the older brothers do for Valentines Day」

When they’re not trying to undo a curse, that is

Pairings: Gn!Mc x romantic/platonic!brothers

Content: Food

[A/N: I wanted to post this a lot earlier since it’s probably not even Valentines day for a lot of people rn but like tumblr crashed then deleted like 3 paragraphs and formated the post all wonky and the whole 9 yards. Also levi’s part deleted like 3 times so if it seems lazily written, that’s why. Despite that i hope you can enjoy :3]

Lucifer

If you are in a romantic relationship he would get you something traditional like a box of chocolates, a bouquet, and a bottle of wine wrapped in a ribbon of your favorite color, maybe a card with a special note written on it.

He would reserve a table at Ristorante Six for you both, finishing the evening by listening to one of his many records together. Oftentimes, his pride gets in the way of him letting you know how much you really mean to him but he’ll try his best to open up to you today. Cherish this, he cant even admit he loves his brothers, you’re special.

If you have a platonic relationship, you, him, and Lord Diavolo can spend the day together. He would still get you a gift don’t worry. Pretty much the same but a bouquet denoting friendship, yellow roses, mums, or sunflowers and maybe not chocolate but instead one of your favorite snacks, or cupcakes from Madame Screams.

This would probably be a time when he would tell you one of his stories about Simeon or Lord Diavolo. Even though he hasn’t known you as long as the others, he still cherishes you and holds you as near and dear as them. He won’t say this out loud but the avatar of pride doesn’t just spend his free-time with anyone, that in itself is a sign you are loved.

Mammon

If you’re in a romantic relationship, i hope you like being spoiled. He may get you a flower or two but his main gift would be a gift basket. You know those gift baskets people make for special occasions with all the candy, hygiene products, clothing and a teddy bear? That’s what you’re getting

If he has the money (which is rare), he’d take you out to Devil’s Diner. Whats more romantic than a diner? Maybe you can share a milkshake??👀

If you’re just friends and you’re down for a Harrison Porter marathon, thats how you two will spend your night. If you’re not in a movie type of mood, he’s more than willing to play blackjack or any other card game, at home or at his favorite casino

If you chose to go out, drinks are on him. Just don’t get too caught up in the free drinks you lose yourself, you need to be able to sneak back in the HoL, after the incident you two aren’t allowed to go to the casino on weekdays

Leviathan

If you’re in a romantic relationship, bless you, he has never had a romantic experience like this, he is a mess. He was overthinking for days on what to get you, but he eventually settled on the mini valentines day funko pops. Instead of getting you real flowers, he got light up flowers that you can keep forever because they will never die.

Makes a little minecraft world for you with a special rollercoaster than shows you fireworks and little structures he built for you. (if the sakura update was out already he could add those but alas). I promise this is more sweet than im describing it lol. (credit to @/Kashii.cos on tiktok for the minecraft screenshot)

Don’t think that valentines day makes him less of a shut in, he still is but he cleaned his room extra good for you and layed down a nice quilt so you don’t have to sit on the floor.

If you’re in a platonic relationship, you two are still gonna have an amazing time. Did someone say co-op video games?? On top of those, you’ll also play fun sleepover games like justdance and the tsl board game.

If you’re into nail art, MAYBE you can convince Levi to let you paint his nails, watch out for Asmo though you’re seriously stepping on his toes.

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#obey me #obey me headcanons #om shall we date #om headcanons #omswd #obey me lucifer #om lucifer #obey me mammon #om mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #om leviathan #om levi

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sketchy-rosewitch · 1 year

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Independence: Corey Cunningham x older!f!reader

Warnings: Smut, fingering, PinV, age gap (10 years, Joan.

A/N: I wanted to thank @toxicanonymity for buying me a waffle! They bought the 500 word fanfic, I wrote more than that cause I got carried away but here it is!

They requested a Corey Cunningham and older female reader smut!

Requests are open you can request for free or support me and buy the 500 word fanfic or any of the two art commissions I have.

“Again?” You chuckle swiping the chocolate milk across the barcode scanner. You look up and smirk at the 22 year old looking down as he hands you cash. “Oh stop being so shy, I’m just saying maybe you should buy by the gallon next time, it’ll be a lot cheaper on you.”

You count the change and hand it back to Corey. “I know..”

You watch as his cheeks get rosy and snort. “So, you gonna come by this week and help me finish cleaning out the garage?”

“Yeah, I can come over tomorrow morning if that’s alright.”

“Perfect, I’ll make you dinner afterwards. Bye now Corey.”

“Bye.”

“Well look at that.” You smile and take a sip of water. “Thank you so much Core, it means a bunch that you helped me. Seriously.” You watch as sweat runs down his face and his shoulders glisten.

“It really wasn’t a problem ma’am.”

You chuckle and start walking inside. “Don’t go calling me that. You make me seem older than I already am.” You joke. “You wanna take a shower? I can grab you a towel, washed the sweatshirt and sweatpants you left here the last time.”

Corey nods and heads down the hall towards the bathroom, he’d been to your place plenty of times helping you out with things to know where the bathroom was. You follow after him and grab a towel and his clothes from the closet, he takes off his tank top, you try so hard not to look as you set the items down. Your face heats up, you feel like a school girl and quickly rush out to begin dinner.

You decide on breakfast for dinner. Corey was never picky when you made things. Always told you your cooking was amazing. So he’d have to like the simple Eggs Benedict you crave.

Corey finished up his shower by the time you set the table and the plates down. His feet pad in and you get a glimpse of his broad shoulders.

“Just set your clothes in the laundry room. I’ll wash them tonight.”

You two sit and start eating. “You still like working at the mechanic’s?” You ask between bites. Corey shrugs and takes another bite of his dinner.

“I mean it’s alright. Roland is good to me and stuff but I’d rather be elsewhere. Like on my own.” Corey explains you nod.

“Yeah I get that. I was the same way when I was younger. I think you’ll move out soon. You’ll like it too. Being on your own. You’re very strong and independent Corey.”

The brunette stays quiet a few seconds to long. You furrow your brows and move your head down so you can see his face. “What’s up Core?” You ask gently.

“Would you move with me if I left?” His shoulder’s stiffen as he asks, his deep brown eyes look into yours. You look down a laugh a little in shock.

“Maybe, depends on mother dearest and whether or not she would slaughter me. Honestly Corey, I’d love to, but Joan-“

“Who cares? She wouldn’t have to know.”

You shake your head and scoff, your hand goes over top of his large one.

“She has her ways, you know this.”

“And I have mine.” Corey’s voice is almost a growl, you keep calm and smile.

“I’ll think about it, make a little plan and all that. Just so we can get you outta Haddonfield. So you can start fresh.”

You stand up and kiss Corey’s head. He looks at you, reaching his arm up his hand caresses your face. You lean down again and he proceeds to kiss you. His chapped yet soft lips, melting against your own.

He grabs your ass and you gasp, your head moving back. You playfully shake your finger at him. “Corey Cunningham!”

He chuckles and stands up, your weight meaning nothing to him as he picks you up and carries you to your bedroom.

You laugh and he playful throws you on the bed. His hands are only somewhat hesitant when he touches your waist. You kiss his freckled shoulder and move up his neck and jaw. You nip at his ear lobe and he groans softly, almost falling on top of you.

“Oh don’t let it be that easy.” You tease, he whines softly into your ear. His large hands paw at your jeans. “Go ahead.”

Corey unbuttons and slides them off, your panties going with them. He pulls down his sweats, no boxers under them. You slide out of your shirt and pull your sports bra off. His thumbs grazes your nipples a few times, you hum in enjoyment and watch as Corey is hypnotized by your breasts. “Why don’t you go ahead and suck on one Core.”

He looks up at you with sweet puppy dog eyes and nods. He licks the left one and sucks softly on it. You arch your back as he plays with the other one.

You feel his his grinding against the bed and sit up immediately. “No, you only get to do that on me or in me baby.” You coo, he nods.

Corey’s fingers caress your mound. He mumbles softly. You can’t hear him.

“Speak up.”

“Can I finger you?”

“Of course.”

Corey dips his middle finger into your hole. It already stretches you. “Shit Corey. Curl it now.” You guide. He does just that, hitting the right spot, you moan. He leans in and kisses you gently, but you go in roughly. He adds another finger, your eyes roll up, you lick Corey’s jaw and let out a breathy moan. “You’re so good. Good boy.”

Corey’s broad body shifts, you laugh and take his wrist so he pulls his fingers out. You push them to his face and he sucks your wetness off of him.

You lay back and Corey hovers above you. “Come on Corey. I wanna feel you.” You say softly. He nods and lines himself up, he takes your hips and slides in.

You squeal as his co k stretches out your hole. “Fuck.” He mumbles, he falls forward and leans on his forearm. You bite your lip for a second before you kiss him.

“You feel so nice.” You whisper. He begins thrusting his hips, starting slow then speeding up. You watch as his brows furrow in concentration. You smile and caress his face. As his pace gets rougher you begin moaning and squealing louder.

Corey grunts loudly.

“So, ah, so vocal. You’re so cute Core.” Your legs begin to shake and sweat lightly. A knot forming in your stomach.

“I’m gonna cum.” Corey’s voice is rough and low.

You nod. “Go ahead come on.”

He thrusts a few more times and he cums hard. A loud groan coming from him. He continues thrusting and your orgasm follows soon after, your vision turning all sorts of colors, your thighs push against Corey’s before you stop, panting loudly.

“You’re so good Corey. Good boy.” You mumble, you kiss his face gently all over, he leans into your touch as you hold onto him. “You need anything?” You ask, Corey shakes his head no.

“Just.. you…”

You nod, he pulls out, you feel empty, the feeling doesn’t last long, he wraps his arms around you and presses his face into your neck. You hum and play with his curly hair. It’s soft.

“You did so good for me.” You mutter. Corey nods into you and slowly falls asleep.

When Corey wakes you’re gone, he rubs his eyes and gets up, he pulls his sweats on and goes to look for you.

“He’s sleeping, I’m not waking him up, Joan. He will be home soon. He’s fine. Calm down.”

He listens as you huff.

“Let him sleep. He’s gonna come back home tomorrow. We have to finish up some things. Thank you. Bye.”

You sigh and hang up. Corey comes up and wraps his arms around you. “You’re supposed to be asleep.” You mumble, Corey kisses your shoulder.

“You were gone.”

“I know. Went to get you some water and Joan called.”

Corey nods.

“I think I’ll take you up on that moving with you offer.” You say, Corey stands up straight, his eyes reading excitement. He packs your lips a few times. “We’ll talk more tomorrow. For now we need to go back to bed.”

You take the two glasses of water and the two of you head back to your bedroom, ready to be in each other’s arms.

#corey cunningham #corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham x you #halloween ends

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sketchfanda · 5 months

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Kirishima's Mystique:Breakin' the Law!!

Now you may all know of course of a particular, peculiar series of events involving Izuku, Bakugo and Todoroki during their internship with Endeavour in America. But while all this is going on, here is what Kirishima had happening on his end of things. Well at least in this wild, lewd little story of ours as we come to a modest but cozy little suburban neighbourhood in Hollywood, California. Where our sturdy hero in training found himself helping out with a local federal police detective by the name of Laura Reed, who was quite frankly a goddamn bombshell!!

The woman was a dusky chocolate skinned work of art that had what could only be called an unreal combination of a pornstar's bombshell curves and the muscle tone definition of a fitness queen. You'd hardly think or believe this woman was a single mom but she was also one seriously fierce, focused and determined woman of the law. Laura you see was a woman on a mission and that mission was part of how and why our sturdy hero's internship saw him assigned here. It was in regards to the house just next door of this one and who resided it in it, one woman in particular.

in this house resided the infamous and Notorious Herron family originally hailing from a namesake county in some small middle of nowhere Oregon town called Coxville. No that’s not a joke and neither was the reputation of this family. And I’m not talking to the obvious quirk all the women seemed to share that quite frankly made them all turn out an develop into toned, curvy size queen slut bimbo bombshells!! But were it up to Laura, well that’d be the least problematic issue she’d charge them with.

For as long as anyone can remembers the Herron family ran the various trades in weed, ecstasy, molly, pills and bootleg/ knock off merchandise in the entire county within Coxville. To most upstanding residents they were just a family of trouble makers who've had more run ins with the law and destroyed more marriages/ relationships then anyone can count. But Laura knew better than anyone the truth which was why that sting operation should’ve been a lot more successful. Unfortunately they’d only succeeded in rounding up the men in the family, the women were a different story, Especislly the target of her ire, Veronica Herron.

Okay so sure she was pretty much going over the top brass’ heads trying to build up a case against the Herrons but damnit she wanted justice and she was going to get results!! Okay sure she rounded up some hero intern into helping her out saying it’d be great field experience but what she read about Kirishima in terms of his quirk and what he could provide for her stakeout made him essential in her eyes. He seemed a reliable guy and besides which not like she could trust her hormonal son to help out. He’d be weak against the temptation of those human skinned succubi and speaking of which…

Laura:”Alright Red, phase 1 will be observation, I want to know everything that happens at that pool party, there is no way that the Herron family went legit.”*As the milf cop informed her recruit, handing him a set of binoculars as he had him sitting down, facing the window which gave him a view of the Herron girls’ backyard. Mineta would give his very hair balls to be where Eijiro was right now, to see paradise before him. The backyard pool swarming with two baker’s dozen worth of swimsuit clad babes, sweimming and tanning. It was a wet dream made reality.*

Kirishima:*blushing as red as his hair, even with how his love life was? He could only handle seeing so much sexiness.* “Uhm yes ma’am, okay ma’am…”*he nervously quipped in reply, trying not seem nervous. It didn’t help Laura was in a swimsuit herself, a simple but effective gold coloured two piece that did wonders sowing off her amazing body.*

Laura:*seemingly unaware of the affect she was having in the sturdy hero in training, her luscious skin glistening in the sunlight as she gazed out at the window with absolute contempt.*”Veronica Herron mayve rolled the top brass but not me!! I’ll buiold a case against them myself and you’re going to help me do it. That sex addict milf will face justice for her constant depravity!” *Something told Kirishima this might’ve been a personal vendetta on the fed’s part, not that he’d say it to her face. Her sexy, exotic work of art of a face.*

Kirishima:”Sex addict milf..constant depravity…got it…”*He coup nly repeat hose keywords and who could blame him. He had this woman acting as his superior giving him a slight case of jungle fever and she was telling him to spy on a house full of walking talking pornstar blue prints. It’s a wonder he hadn’t popped a stiffy already, there was no doubt Mina and Maya were going to want details. Red eyes glued to her backside as she was picking up a towel, her muscles flexing snd her milk chocolate booty jiggling hypnotically.*

Laura:”I’ll be laying out in the front yard to eavesdrop. Fsce-down so I won’t be recognized. Now, help me put in some lotion.”*That made Kirishima’s arousal skyrocket faster than it already was. He had to wonder if the federal officer wasn’t doing this on purpose. But he knew he had to oblige her as he accepted an offered bottle of tanning lotion. This was going to be awkward to say the least.*

It was a tense situation at least for Kirishima as he coated and rubbed tanning oil lotion onto the police woman. Making her all slick, sleek and glistening from head to toe on her milk chocolates toned hottie body. If she was feeling the least bit of eroticism from this then she was really good at hiding it. The sturdy chivalrous stud could only hope to do just as ell and not get branded a pervert.

But internally the detective wasn’t as stoic as she seemed on the outside. Secretly biting her lip sensually as her nerves tingled from the sensation of Kirishima’s lotion soaked hands working away as they grazed and touched the most intimate places. Which she insisted he be as thorough as possible, leaving nothing done from her thick thighs to her twin meatbuns. Part of her fines it wasn’t right having tricked Kirishima into this stakeout operation but she felt he’d be ideal for what she needed of him, as long as she ensured e wouldn’t fail against the temptations of Herron charms.

Once she felt her recruit had done the deed as thoroughly as possible, she let him be to spy and be her eyes while she went to lay out in the front yard. Far as the neighbourhood knew, especially those lusty bimbos, she was some hot single mom just soaking up some sun. Listening in best she can to pick out any possible leads or proof Veronica had some less than noble intentions. Far as she could assume, they had to still be in business and planning to muscle in on a rival cartel, having overheard remarks about Veronica and her sister Jane never being ones to share and always in competition with one another

For her that was all she needed to have Kirishima begun his parts in the next steps of the Stakeout. Deciding to forgo picking up her radio to give him the heads up she was on her way back into the house, instead looking to tell him directly in person. Admittedly she also wanted him to scratch her itch, his touch earlier with that lotion really got her going. Having been so tempted to have him caress her more intimately, erotically, go further than just oil her up as she made her way upstairs and suddenly barged in through the door.

Laura:”Unit 2!! Stand to attention!!”*she spoke firmly and loudly, making Kirishima gasp and stumble as he dropped his binoculars and did as told. Looking nervous as Laura narrowed her eyes at him to look down at the groin area of his shorts. Just as she thought, her intervention was a must here. Who knows what hedonistic sights he saw.*

Kirishima:”Ma’am! Yes,I swear I wasn’t up to no good!! Didn’t see anything noteworthy ma’am!!”*the chivalrous hero swore truthfully as he mentally berated himself. He knew he was pitching a major tent in his shorts, how could he not? At least one of those Herron girls was walking around naked! Silently gulping as the detective woman made her way over, face inches from his as she swore a no nonsense expression.*

Laura:”I heard enough to know my instincts were right, those deviants are up to Something and it’s up to you to be infiltrate that house and find whatever evidence we need. But first things first…we need to build up your will power and resistance against whatever temptation they send your way. A teenage boy like you is prey for those harpies…”*Before Kirishima could inquire what she meant, she suddenly cupped his face and kissed him. Lips locking with his a he found her tongue invade his mouth, tracing his sharp teeth before coercing his own to reply in kind. The detective moaning into the French kiss she initiated before she suddenly broke it, a saliva strand trailing between them. As she then nudged him to fall back flat in the bed behind them.*

Kirishima:”Detectie Reed, ma’am what the hell?!”*Before he could ask any further, he felt his jaw drop as his eyes bugged out at the sight before him. As Laura began us stripping herself of her swimsuit, her bikini top undone and tossed aside as she ditched her thong to follow. Standing in all her milk chocolate naked glory as she made her way towards him with a sensual determination. Gasping as she grabbed the waistband of his shorts, boxers and all as his cock stood up like the spring of a jack in the box popping out.*

Laura:*biting her lip erotically, the sight and smell of that shaft hitting her hard as she felt her pussy drool and quiver. Grasping that length and girth as she began stroking it.*"You listen and you listen well and good mister hero. When dealing with these depraved bitches, they will tempt and seduce you therefore I'm taking it on myself to buildup your resistance and stamina. When i'm through with you, you're gonna have more willpower than a whole platoon!! So we're not leaving this room until I know you're capable of handling a Herron at her sluttiest.."*with that said, the lusty detective began to kiss and lick his Riot stick, the warmth of her mouth surreal as she tasted his essence. Latching her luscious lips around the tip as she began to suck and blow, her dry spell being hit with a sudden storm of desire.*

Kirishima:*grit his sharp teeth intensely as the thirsty milf detective proceeded to give stunning fellatio. The serious intensity of her eyes making such a contrast with her pornographic act of fellatio.* "Ma'am, if that's what you want from me in this mission, you got it!!"*the sturdy stud quipped, grasping her distinct hair firmly in his grasp as he began to pump and buck his hips. Making her widen her eyes in surprise as the young hero in training showed he was certainly no virgin and he sure as hell knew his way with a woman sexually.*

Far as Kirishima knew, this was definitely not like any intenrship he'd been expecting but being a woman of the law, it's not like Laura had any reason to bullshit. Admittedly of course, it'd been a while since he'd gotten any intimacy especially with Mina and Maya since this stateside internship program began and between Laura and that poolparty of erotic delights? The second this milf cop got naked and started sucking him off, his brain had flipped to full primal mode. Facefucking her deep and hard as she deepthroated him with passionate ecstasy, as she rubbed slit in response to those smooth heavy balls smacking her chin.

It was certainly pornographic in nature but if anything, what was going on between the hero in training and the sexy police detective made porn stars look tame. As the Herron girls overheard and eavesdropped on the noise of their animalistic mating, curious to what sort of donkey dicked stud was so good to make a woman scream like that. The bimbos unaware as Laura guided Kirishima into levelling up his sexual experience to ensure he would be capable of surviving and handling a Herron at her horniest. Yes he would be a weapon of mass seduction that would bring the downfall of those size queen sluts, she thought with lewd pride.

Such ideas and what not flowed through her erotic hazed brain as she laid atop her young charge in a 69 position. Bobbing her head on his cock as she quivered and moaned at his hands massaging and squeezing her ass. Stroking what she didn't fit in her mouth with her plump, milk chocolate tits as she soaked his cock with her drool while he probed her sloppy, wet pussy with his tongue. She hadn't felt such enjoyment from foreplay since her honeymoon or the night her son had been conceived.

Laura:"Yes!! Yes!! Yes!! Just like that!! Fuck me deep and hard like you want to rearrange my guts with your dick!! Don't make a love to a Herron!! Fuck them, destroy them!!"*The secretly thirsty milf cheered and goaded as Kirishima fucked in a spooning position. The chivalrous stud holding and hooking one of her legs at a 90 degree angle as he pumped his jackhammering dick into her eager pussy. Their sculpted bodies glistening with sweat and the lotion still staining Laura's body with slickness. Which provided extra lubrication to boot.*

Kirishima:"Ma'ma, you're so tight...can't stop..fucking you!!" *Not that she wanted him to,as he gave it to her doggy style, his powerful pelvis smacking against her glorious dusky skinned booty as those cheeks clapped and jiggled with every impact. His balls smacking her clit as he held onto one of her hips while the other hand reached out to grab and squeeze one of her swaying, bouncing titties. The walls and ceiling of the bedroom echoing with their passionate mating as skin smacked skin and the bedsheets became soaked with their sweat and juices. And the police detective couldn't get enough of it!!*

Laura:"AAahhn, fuck fuck!! Don't stop, even if it feels like your cock and balls will fall off!! Yeah, look 'em in the eyes like you're doing with me right now!! Doing this as you cum inside them will really wear 'em down!! Fuck and rut any and everytime like you want nothing more than to put your babies into them!! Make me have to go on maternity leave you sex machine!!" *The horny cop hollered and moaned with wanton abandon as as she hugged her arms around Kirishima's board powerful shoulders. Her young studly intern plowing her in a mating press as the bed creaked and shook, her legs draped around his arms as he pushed her body's flexibilities to its limits. Shamelessly panting with desire as she couldn't help but gaze into those blood red eyes as her heroic intern shattered her sense of professionalism. Part of her was really rather liking the idea of getting knocked up by him when this gig was all said and done.*

Kirishima:"PLUS!! ULTRA!!"*The chivalrous stud howled his school's motto and mantra as he continued to fuck Laura fast, deep and hard. Rocking her world as he performed a standing fuck, her arms and legs draped and wrapped around his waist and shoulders as he held her ass in his powerful grasp. Making her bounce and ride on his shaft as their tongues danced in a sloppy open air kiss as a puddle of their juices grew on the floor. Before Laura found herself in a full nelson hold as the pair continued to fuck well into dusk as they lost track of time.*

The pool party had long since finished but the federal police detective and her heroic intern charge were still going at it, much to the former's delight. It helped Kirishima was really making the use of his little trick of focusing a percentage of his quirk on his cock, which really extended the fun. And were they damn well loud!! Some of the Herron girls next door couldn't help but continue to eavesdrop, the audio erotic voyeurism making their imaginations run wild.

Whoever that lucky lady next door was, they couldn't help but wonder what the stud with her was like. Was he black,white or whatever? And was his cock at least more than 9 inches? All they knew for certain was that they were going to have some very pleasant dreams tonight, and Laura was going to be feeling deliciously sticky and sore in the morning.

To be continued...in Kirishima's Herron House Hassles!!

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lurkdragonstuff · 1 year

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Read my first Chuck Tingle book today: Trans Wizard Harriet Porber and the Bad Boy Parasaurolophus! I am. Honestly amazed I convinced my library to buy it and Straight, and I believe to pre-order Camp Damascus.

If I'm honest it had more typos than what I will typically put up with in professional work (and if I'm really honest more than I will generally put up with in fanwork, too), but it was really earnest and got quite a few smiles (both from amusement and from going 'aww, that's sweet') and a couple of laughs out of me, which was its job as a tongue-in-cheek parody, so I'm content with having sat down with it.

Have I mentioned how very earnest the earnest bits are? The book doesn't take itself all that seriously, but there was a lot to resonate with in there for me as someone who's experienced creative block. In that sense it was the same kind of magic-as-art metaphor as Kiki's Delivery Service, just for adults.

Very for adults. Yep, there's anthro dinosaur sex, as advertised. Trans anthro dinosaur sex! With a trans human! I wasn't particularly tingled by it but this isn't a knock against the book, just my own preferences in terms of the writing style. The sex scenes were in-character and helped move the plot along, and I'm sure there's plenty of folks who would be tingled by them. And I'll admit that one of the aww-that's-sweet smiles I got was from the brief discussion of terminology at the start of the first sex scene. This is not a strap-on, this is Snabe's dick. This is not Harriet's cock, this is her clit. Rock on!

Plus I'm always down for surreal nonsense taken at least somewhat seriously, and between the fourth wall breaking (complete with in-character reasons for it!), the sapient motorcycle villain, and the chocolate milk, this box was ticked off very nicely.

With how fast I read I knocked it out during lulls at work, and there are far worse ways to spend a few hours than with a goofy-but-earnest parody like this.

Now to experience the pulse side of Chuck's tinglers with Straight...

#original posts #chuck tingle #harriet porber #sparky reads #reviews

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midnghtprentiss · 2 years

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this is for him - s.h

pairings: steve harrington x fem!reader

little bit of angst (sorry)

pronouns used are she/her

a/n: let’s pretend that afterglow and red are NOT from taylor swift and were released in the 90s. thinking of doing a part 2 of this one.

summary: after the reader become a successful singer she come back to a gig in Hawkins seeing her ex - steve harrington and sing a few songs for him. 1.4k.

The whole city was talking about you for months and how they were excited to see you perform in the town you were borned and raised in. Even Eddie, who personally thinks your songs are too cheesy. Max, Eddie and Dustin made a few shirts to welcome you home while Nancy and El made some chocolate chip cookies. Mike, Lucas and Will were hanging balloons around Joyce’s while Jonathan and Robin took pictures. Steve was nervous, he was terrified of seeing you again after the (bad) break up. Everyone assures him that it was fine, he doesn't have anything to be worried or afraid of.

Everyone lights up when Hopper’s car stopped in the garage and a few excited noises were heard and when the door was open you smiled at everyone and even cried a little bit. God, how good it was to be home.

‘You guys! You didn’t have to do it, seriously!’’ They look at you for a second before everyone but Steve puts you in a tight hug.

‘’You smell like fancy perfume!’’ Max shouts, making everyone laugh.

‘’I brought a few gifts for everyone and I’ll give them soon as eat these cookies because the smell is amazing.’’

You looked at Steve and gave you a nod. He was different, his hair was bigger and he aged so well for a few months. He looked good and for a second he looked like Steve from your happy memories and dreams.

After everyone talked enough you decided it was time for the gifts and all that crap. For Max you brought a Kate Bush sign record (she cried). Dustin, Mike and Eddie got a few DnD costumes you saw at a place and thought of them at the moment. For Will you get a few art collections from Rome. Lucas received a Michael Jordan shirt. Jonathan got a new camera. Robin got a Blondie collection and Nancy got her books from Italy. You let Steve's last.

‘’When we dated you told me that you wanted a picture in every place I think is special so I made you an album and I wrote why these places were special. You don't need to keep it, but yeah,’’ Everyone has their eyes on you.

‘’Thanks.’’ He said really low and you shake your head walking away.

‘’Guys I gotta go, tomorrow is my big day. I left your credentials with Joyce. See you tomorrow.’’ You said goodbye quickly and got out.

Steve was still in shock. He couldn’t believe you remember what he told you almost two years ago but there he was holding a self made gift from you. The love of his life and his ex-girlfriend. He was so screwed. His heart was racing and he felt like passing out any minute.

The concert day was filled with anxiety and nervous breakdowns. Hawkins was your home you can not mess up. You looked in the mirror for a thousand times just to make sure you dress up cool enough. You were wearing a blue glitter dress with a white all star and a purple leather jacket. Every time someone from the production passed by you it was like a heatwave passing by.

‘’We are ready.’’ Amanda, your assistant, tell you before making your way till the stage. ‘’You got this.’’

In the moment the lights went out you walked by the stage staying in the center. Once the lights flashed again you smiled singing the first parts of the song.

Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street

Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly

Your eyes passed around the people and you could recognize a few of them. The people you grew up with and they didn’t remember your name. Now they do.

Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you're already flying through the free fall

Like the colors in autumn, so bright just before they lose it all

You find him. He was there and smiling wearing a shirt with your face on it. Your heart almost stops when you see it. You imagine he would find something else to do then show up but there he is. The chorus hits harder on everyone making them jump and sing around.

Losing him was blue like I'd never known

Missing him was dark gray, all alone (Whoa)

Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met

But loving him was red

You left a giggle out when you see everyone there shaking their heads and laughing with you. There was a nice feeling in that - always pleasing people even when you shouldn't.

Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes

Tell myself it's time now, gotta let go

Steve was about to pee his pants like a child. He don’t listen to your songs cause it’s too painful but seeing you singing about him was like winning a fucking award. Dustin was all about giggling and making comments on how he looked like a proud boyfriend.

But moving on from him is impossible

When I still see it all in my head

In burning red

Steve thought about you everyday since you left and that stupid fight was there too. All the damn time. He should come after you and not let you go, what kind of romantic man does that? He never called. He gave up and was sorry about it.

When the first song finishes you stop close to your microphone speechless and overwhelmed by all the love you recieved.

‘’Good evening Hawkins. Are you ready to sing and cry a little bit?’’ Everyone screamed and you burst out laughing, ‘’God is amazing to be home. This is the last show of my tour so we are going to make it the best, alright?’’

The first few songs were all happy and people were dancing but it was time to an emotional moment. You make your way till the piano siting confortable before doing the first notes of the song.

‘’This song I wrote a few months ago thinking about love and how we sabotage things when we’re too afraid to show it to the people we love and care about. This song is about a fight I caused and I’m sorry that it turned out like that. This is called Afterglow.’’

I blew things out of proportion, now you're blue

Put you in jail for something you didn’t do

The flashbacks hit you harder and your throat dries, almost taking your voice away.

I pinned your hands behind your back, oh

Thought I had reason to attack, but no

You remember storming out Steve’s house and going somewhere else that was not your house and cry for hours. That was the last time you saw Steve.

Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves

Chemistry 'till it blows up, 'til there’s no us

Steve’s gaze found yours and it hit him like a bullet.

Why'd I have to break what I love so much?

It's on your face, and I'm to blame, I need to say

He smiled lightly and held Joyce cause she knows everything that happens that night.

Hey, it's all me, in my head

I'm the one who burned us down

But it's not what I meant

Sorry that I hurt you

You were sorry and every person in that room knew it. Steve was sorry for how things turned afterall.

Tell me that you're still mine

Tell me that we'll be just fine

Even when I lose my mind

I need to say

The whole fight was about jealousy and how Steve was pissed because you needed to travel on Valentine’s day. You told him that you couldn’t miss this chance and he said he was no longer important. You remember vividly.

‘’Steve, this is my fucking dream!’’

‘’I am your goddamn boyfriend and you’re choosing everyone but me. You are selfish and I should be with someone who cares and listens to my feelings. We are done now.’’

‘’Oh my god, Harrington. I can’t believe you. They were right. You truly are a jerk.’’

Tell me that it's not my fault

Tell me that I'm all you want

Even when I break your heart

Steve was sobbing. He didn’t know what to say but sorry. He was the one who broke your heart by saying things he regretted every day.

The concert turned out pretty amazing. Everyone was so excited but you cried when you left. You cried when you saw Steve standing there with a smile and a cup of tea.

‘’We need to talk now.’’

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hi!!!!

so sorry for this super delayed reply - we've been prepping to go on vacation and for getting a new puppy right after vacation, so it's been a little hectic

but omg I am so flattered that you enjoyed my insanely unhinged thoughts about the targaryens and the habsburgs!! 🥹😭 I always fear that I'm too rambly and that my thoughts don't make any sense, so I'm so happy you thought I explained it well bc after I write something out I'm always like "is this the most incoherent thing anyone has ever written?" lmao

and it's so interesting to also look into what you brought up about the archetypical features and how it's all tied together!

re: las meninas - ugh I totally feel you on that! Foucault and I are kind of enemies bc I literally never know what the fuck he's saying. I've read him both in the original French and in the English translation and I just literally do not know what this man is saying. I'm sure he's very smart, but to me, a true gauge of how good a scholar/thinker is hinges on their ability to be able to write in a way that helps everyone to understand their ideas rather than just perpetuating discriminatory academic traditions. but that's a rant for a different day!

and I absolutely agree that while I get why las meninas is important and why people study it, I don't find it to be a particularly compelling painting. if you're interested, the portraits Velazquez did of the court entertainers are very fascinating, although ultimately so tragic. the other half of that paper I wrote (the half that was not about habsburg inbreeding) was about the extent to which Velazquez humanized and dignified these entertainers. the super interesting thing is that a lot of prior scholars have bent over backwards to say that he was ennobling these sitters and showing their humanity, etc., etc. but when you actually look at the images, that's not totally true. interestingly enough, part of the reason people have made this argument is because Velazquez is treated as the "hero" of spanish painting, and therefore he must be faultless and beyond critique. however, that view totally obscures the reality of these portraits and the lives of their subjects. I think scholars now are starting to take a more critical and unbiased view on these images, but it's both fascinating and disturbing how long that narrative has been perpetuated.

to me, the most compelling of these images is The Jester Calabacillas (1637-1639) now in the Museo del Prado in Madrid. based on the scant records that exist of his life, scholars have tentatively suggested that among other possible mental and physical disabilities, he may have been autistic. as an autistic person myself, idk, there's just something so familiar and haunting in the image and like an odd sense of both connection and deep sorrow. idk how to explain it but it's just a very powerful image to me.

okay yikes I hopped on my art history train and now it has massively gotten away from me 😅

before I go, I wanted to comment on your mention of hux and out myself here as a major hux simp. idk why but after tlj I was just down so damn bad for this silly little guy and that has not really abated 😅

anyway, thank you for always being so kind and wonderful about my long messages!!

sending love, hugs, and a virtual piece of the chocolate cake that I made yesterday (if you want some) 🥰

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Hello, my darling!! now I'm the one apologizing for the insane delay of my reply! this week has a little hectic but right now I'm in my 7hr class in my 'puter while the students work so I can sit down and reply to you properly.

A vacation AND a new puppy!??? that sounds amazing! I freaking love dogs and I'm always happy to hear about people's pets! may I ask where are you going off to?? do you know the race of the puppy?

Also, I totally get you about thinking you're not making sense because I feel that way all the time, but let me assure you that you most definitely are! and seriously, thank you for taking the time to write/share such a thorough and detail analysis on it! (like I've told you recently, I'm in awe at your knack for researching)

Re: Foucault and Velazquez. I'm glad I'm not the only one because, it's insane. I agree with you, scholars that write in such a way make it seem like they write egotistically, and not considering their readers at all. I'm always grateful when I find an author that writes in a way that is easy to follow (not saying that they dumb down their writing, but rather that they express their ideas clearly and to the point).

I also agree that Las Meninas isn't his best work! this take will be super underrated, but I once saw an exhibition of Velazquez' prints in a collection along with Goya and I found that very refreshing and interesting to see because I'd never seen that part of his work before.. But also because they also have a very haunting quality to them. I looked up The Jester! I'd never seen it before and it definitely stirred something because of the expression that he painted on him. Like, the smile looks very pained, and having the context that you told me definitely changes my perspective. I also looked up some of the other paintings of the court entretainers and seeing them all together definitely projects something tragic. Some of them are smiling but in an uncomfortable way, while others are posing in a very stiff way, where you can tell that, despite being entretainers, being in front of the artist makes you wonder that they must've felt examined and exposed and even objectified. Now I don't know if I'm the one making sense (?), but thank you so much for sharing this!! I never had much interest in Velazquez before, but now I'm very intrigued to read more on this matter! If you wrote about this AND about The Hasburgs, that must've been quite a paper, dear!

ALSO, FELLOW HUX SIMP!! AHHHHH YES YES YES! In this house (blog) Hux is the main husband! I'll never stop being salty over how they misused Domhnall Gleeson and Hux's arc because, his relationship with Kylo Ren would've been an amazing thing to explore, instead of having crusty old Snoke that ultimately wasn't even relevant at all. Hux and Kylo could've been the Tarkin and Darth Vader of the new generation and I'm AHHH THE LOST POTENTIAL

Thank YOU for coming to chat to ye old inbox!! I know it takes me a while to reply because my brain is literal scramble eggs at this point of the semester, but it makes me very happy to receive these messages every time! so thank you for keep coming back, and I will gladly accept that chocolate! and I can send you a piece of homemade pumpkin bread (which is my specialty) if you like it!

Hope you have the most fun vacation, and best of luck with the new puppy! x

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#HARPERSMOVIECOLLECTION

2023

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CHRISTMAS 2023

I watched Grumpy Cat's Worst Christmas Ever (2014)

I wanna thank my friend Roberto Espinosa for sending me a physical copy of this movie and allowing me the opportunity to vent about a genre of films I have contempt for lol.

Grumpy Cat hangs out with a little girl and I guess saves Christmas...I found it hard to keep paying attention. Lol

lifetime movies and Lifetime-style Christmas movies often appear to be sickeningly sweet candy, but on closer inspection are just tasteless pieces of pretty plastic. They have no soul, no talent, no ability to actually entertain. Unless of course, you're inexplicably comforted by chorded turtlenecks, cardigans, re-hashed plot points and "jokes" written by people who think Jeff Dunham is a genius who pushes the envelope.

Admittedly, a lot of people do seem to find comfort or joy in these things. They must, because Lifetime movies and Hallmark movies and all their contemporaries are a solid business to be in. Probably for the same reason that MLMs are still going strong despite just being pyramid schemes. These movies prey on very bored and repressed religious types, while having also found a home with people who claim to watch them "ironically"..... but who are really afraid to admit that they've fallen under the spell of these movies. A spell which is equivalent to being entranced by the fancy art on the outside of a half eaten box of chocolates.

Now, despite my pure dismissal of these movies as a complete disgrace to film and entertainment in general, Grumpy Cat's Worst Christmas Ever has some, if few, redeeming qualities. All of those qualities come from certain members of the cast and most especially Aubrey Plaza's voice work, which isn't outright amazing, but is a comedic light in the darkness of seriously bad writing. Some people are actually trying here. Not trying hard enough to save this, but trying.

The movie is made simply as an obvious cash-grab, and as such, will only be enjoyable to the biggest of Grumpy Cat fans. If you like constant shots of Grumpy Cat intercut with shots of other animals, a little kid and human beings dumping exposition, you're in for a treat.

The plot doesn't matter, the characters don't matter, nothing matters outside cute animals and Christmas decorations. That's not really a recipe for a good movie, but this would make one hell of an Advent calendar.

I assume very young kids might enjoy this movie. I mean, as a kid in the 90's, I watched a lot of things in which animals were on screen while a voiceover made quips at me. Hell, grumpy cat is essentially just a very watered down, passionless version of the old Garfield cartoon, right?.... I don't know, like I said I had trouble paying attention.

I did however have fun writing this review. Complaining is often more fun, which is why I watch a lot bad movies in the first place.

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October 21, 2023

Hereditary (2018)

When the matriarch of the Graham family passes away, her daughter and grandchildren begin to unravel cryptic and increasingly terrifying secrets about their ancestry, trying to outrun the sinister fate they have inherited.

JayBell: I was dreading watching this movie. I don't particularly enjoy really scary movies in general, but honestly, I really didn't find this one that scary. Definitely spooky and suspenseful, and there are maybe 5 minutes at the end that I thought were the scariest, but overall not that scary.

I think I was confused and trying to put all the pieces together so much that I couldn't be scared. Honestly, Toni Collette's character is so unstable and unreliable that I convinced myself that it was a psychotic break which also helped alleviate any fear I had. And really I just felt sad more than scared. Like the family and the situation is so messed up that I felt sad for them and that also counteracted any fear.

Let's start with the positives. The acting is great, the performances are great. Like I said, Toni Collette plays grieving, borderline breakdown very well. The kid is, of course, creepy. The husband is the perfect level-headed man to balance the other characters. And the son, played by Alex Wolff, that scene in the car (you know which one), will stick with me a long time. The cinematography too is amazing, not just during this scene, but throughout the whole movie.

I really enjoy the first part of this movie, and then I think I just got too confused to enjoy the last part. I love how the movie made us doubt Toni Collette's character's reliability. I love how the movie set up these really complicated family dynamics. There are so many things I like about this movie, and I'm sad to say that it lost me during the latter half.

Look, I'm pretty savvy with following plots, and I don't mind some unanswered questions in movies. That's cool. But I had to watch a 15 minute video after the end of the movie just to understand what happened. So maybe this ones just on me.

P.S. If I was the son, I think I would leave home for a while. Stay with a distant family member or a friend? The dad could have set him up somewhere while everything calmed down. Also, did the cops never have to question him at all?

P.P.S. WHY NO EPI PEN? It makes NO sense. Ugh.

P.P.P.S. What kind of high school party has a group of teenage girls baking whole freaking chocolate cakes? That's so random.

Rating: 5/10 cats

Anzie: I really have no idea where to start. Maybe one day if I can ever afford the therapy my poor brain deserves or at the very least a discount lobotomy, I’ll know what we experienced this one night during spooky season 2023.

Honestly. I think it was the tongue clicking. Ohhh or the dead bird head??? Or maybe the decapitation. Definitely the decapitation. Which you ask? Oh welll all of them but especially the first one!!!! I will NEVER look at telephone poles the same again. Or maybe the fact that I didn’t know what was happening for more than 10 minutes of the 2 hours. (But maybe I’m being generous to my ego). Or maybe the fact that Alex Wolff got literal PTSD filming this. Bc me too, man. Me toooo. and the ants I’ll never look at another ant the same again. I spend the rest of my life trying to forget this movie. I never will. Anytime I see Toni Collette or Alex Wolff. Bam it’s back.

And it’s not scary. Its traumatizing. It’s WTF is happening tooooo WHYyyyyy is this happening? Also what parent has a child allergic to nuts- and they never have the Epi pen on them???? And it’s not that they don’t. These peeps are clearly rich. She makes crazy little dioramas for art. Okaaay. The kid should have epi pens coming out of her nose. Sooo stoopid. Then I get the whole ohhh it’s a teen party. Just pllllsss call 911 if you go into anaphylactic shock. Seriously. The paramedics who be more than happy to get there faster than you can get off the phone and stab you with an epi pen. But nooooo the cult had it allll planned out.

And I get there’s the whole duality of the movie taken as it is on its face plus the hidden meaning of trauma and tragedy that affects family. Plus- it is a very good movie and incredibly acted and methodically written. But this movie was disgusting in a horrid and disturbing way. And I get grief makes you do awful and things you’d never imagine doing. And I geeeetttt it’s so detail and this and that. Yeah. It is. But i could’ve survived one more Halloween without it.

Rating: 3/10 Demons 👹

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Unique and Surprising Flavours Found in Montreal's Top Candy Bars

Montreal is known for its vibrant culture, stunning architecture, and delicious food. But did you know that it's also a candy lover's paradise? Montreal is home to some of the world's most unique and surprising candy bars. From sweet and fruity to savoury and spicy, there's something for everyone here. In this blog post, we'll explore Montreal's top 5 candy bars that will satisfy your sweet tooth. And if you're feeling adventurous, we'll even show you how to make your candy bar at home! Get ready for a sugar rush as we delve into the world of Montreal's best candy bars.

What makes Montreal's candy bars so special?

Montreal's candy bars are unlike any other worldwide for a few reasons. Firstly, Montreal is known for its diverse cultural influences, which have contributed to creating unique flavour combinations that cannot be found anywhere else. Secondly, many of montreal candy bar makers use locally sourced ingredients from Quebec farms and producers. This ensures that each candy bar has a distinct taste that reflects the region's landscape and terroir.

Montrealers take their sweets seriously. Candy making is considered an art form here, with many chocolatiers and confectioners handcrafting each candy bar with love and care. This level of craftsmanship ensures that every bite bursts with flavour and texture. So if you're looking for a sweet treat, head to Montreal to discover why its candy bars are so special!

Top 5 candy bars in Montreal

Montreal's candy scene is buzzing with creativity and unique flavours that are hard to find elsewhere. Here are the top 5 candy bars in Montreal that you need to try: This local treat combines the sweetness of white chocolate with a salty kick from caramelized black sesame seeds, creating a perfectly balanced snack. If you're a fan of s'mores, then this bar is for you! Made with graham crackers, marshmallows, and milk chocolate, it's like having bonfire treats in your pocket.

This candy store montreal has crispy rice mixed into creamy milk chocolate for an indulgent crunch in every bite. The combination of rich dark chocolate with caramel and sea salt creates an irresistible flavour explosion in this signature bar. For those who prefer their chocolates on the darker side, this intense option will satisfy your cravings without overwhelming your palette. Each candy bar offers something unique and delicious that highlights the innovation of Montreal's confectionery industry - so be sure to add them all to your must-try list!

How to make your candy bar

Making big foot candy is a fun and creative way to satisfy your sweet tooth. You can customize your candy bar exactly how you like it with just a few simple ingredients. Start by melting chocolate in a double boiler or microwave-safe bowl. Once melted, pour the chocolate into a mould of your choice. You can use silicone moulds or make your mould using cardboard and tape. Next, choose what kind of filling you want for your candy bar. Some popular options include nuts, caramel, marshmallows, and crispy rice cereal.

If adding nuts or larger fillings, sprinkle them on the melted chocolate before pouring more chocolate over to cover them completely. Once you've added your desired fillings, place the mould in the fridge until the chocolate has hardened completely. Remove from the mould carefully, and enjoy! Your homemade candy bar may not look as perfect as store-bought ones, but it will surely taste amazing! Experiment with different combinations of flavours and textures to create unique candies that will impress anyone who tries them. So let out that inner Willy Wonka we all have inside us!

Conclusion

Montreal's candy bars are truly one-of-a-kind. There is no shortage of delicious treats, from the unique flavours to the surprising combinations. The top 5 candy bars mentioned in this article are just a small sample of Montreal's offerings. If you're feeling adventurous, try making your candy bar inspired by these local favourites. Who knows? You might create the next big thing! Montreal's candy bar scene is not to be missed for anyone with a sweet tooth or an appreciation for culinary creativity. So go ahead and treat yourself – you won't regret it.

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Diwali at global village| Explore unlimited shopping and entertainment

If you haven't experienced or even heard about Global village Dubai then seriously you are missing a lot in life. This is the most unique and famous family destination that comes with integrated shopping, dining, and entertainment experiences. It welcomes guests with a wide range of events, shows, and activities. Many fun surprises are offered to all the guests in the open air which makes Diwali at Global village so amazing that you can't deny being there. It represents the best culture and cuisine of different countries in the world. You can enjoy all other exceptional experiences like games and rides by purchasing the ticket which is worth only AED 15.

Now don't waste any single moment applying for your Dubai visa and experience your best Diwali this year at Global village Dubai. Mark the dates from 25th to 28th October for the Dubai Diwali experience. If you are a Bollywood lover then the events will have your heart. You can explore the authentic art and culture of different countries in one place. You can easily purchase entry tickets from the website or application of Global village at just AED18. Know about the specific events of the Global village Diwali celebration in detail.

These are the list of interest points of Global village Dubai-

1.Ripley's believe it or not! – Ripley's believe it or not is the entrance into the world of strange and amazing experiences. This featured six distinct galleries with a broad variety of real-life exhibits and interactive experiences. If you are a marvelous fan then you will fall in love with the marvelous mirror maze. Apart from this, there's a lot to consider as an attraction point of the museum.

2. Peter rabbit adventure zone – Peter rabbit is the attraction zone for all the kids where they will welcome you with all their lovely companions. Peter Rabbit is an adventure zone that holds full entertainment for youngsters and kids.

3. Rides at Carnaval- This Diwali explore the best 31 theme rides at Carnaval. If you are looking to have the best experience of heights, speed, spins, and thrills then this place is waiting to amaze you. Mexican balloons and Holland wind wheels round will make you feel like butterflies in your stomach. Apart from the rides, there are amazing fun games from new-age to oldies. Also, you can win tokens and can get amazing rewards.

Ways to reach and celebrate Diwali at Global village-

Metro/taxi: You can take the red line to the first Gulf bank from there you will get a direct taxi to reach Global village just in 50 minutes.

Drive: You can drive from the airport to the village and then travel 28 km.

Bus: If you are traveling by bus take the red line to reach Rashidiya and then transfer to the metro bus stop to reach the blue tower. From there you can take a taxi to reach Global village.

Worried about the best time to visit Global village Dubai?

Just make the list of events that you want to enjoy. Book the tickets for the date of Diwali in Dubai. You will get to see amazing Diwali fireworks in Dubai. For the fireworks experience, Thursday and Friday are the best time to visit the village. For family outings and shopping, Monday would be the best because it comes with the least rush at the events.

You will get to enjoy all the amazing and special dining in the village. Many options like Indian chaat bazaar, Fiesta Street, The floating market, and much more are there that will have your heart by taste. There are varieties of normal dishes like paanipuri such as chocolate paanipuri at the Indian Chaat Bazaar. Don't forget to explore Fiesta Street this is a happy place for food celebrations. You will get varieties of non-veg items from toasted chicken sandwiches to loaded fries and frappes.

If you are looking for a diverse taste in Asian cuisine then the Floating market is a must-visit place. You will get a variety of sea foods, sweets, and noodles with a breathtaking view. The Floating market is located close to the LED Lake where you will be amazed by new dragon fire and water displays. Not just events but also with the variety of cuisine this country is waiting for you. With the various dining outlets, you will get to taste the traditional food of all different countries in one place.

Don't miss to visit Dubai this Diwali. An amazing fireworks view is waiting to welcome you here at Global village. Apply for an express Dubai visa to get the visa easily with less processing time. Make your family trip to Dubai to experience the best Diwali vibes for your entire life. You will never forget the celebrations of Diwali at Global village ever in your life. Book your tickets, get your visa, and travel to Dubai.

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Brussels

Paris | Brussels | Bruges | Paris Food | Travel Tips

We were originally gonna visit Amsterdam with our friends. Alas, as it often happens, there was a strike in Netherland, and our Thalys train only went as far as Brussels. After getting on the phone for an hour trying to change tickets, we gave up and decided to just enjoy Brussels. Luckily our friend lived in Brussels previously. He gave us some tips about the city. It's quite compact and easily walkable, and more affordable compared with Paris. Some of our favorites:

Grand Place - the main square has many beautiful buildings including the tall City Hall dating from 1400s. The buildings to the left say that they from the 1600′s. There are often fests and events taking place here: we saw tents being erected as we left. All around the square are shops and restaurants, fun to walk around.

Manneken Pis - just a 5 minute walk from the Grand Place is the famous peeing boy, less than 2 feet tall. Everyone complains the statue is smaller than you’d think. After 400 years, someone thought of adding also a female version of the statue, called Janneken Pis.

i like how the Belgians didn’t take themselves too seriously and combined that with the other Belgian favorite, waffles; also nice gender equality.

Mont des Arts - our friend explained there’re many beautiful art deco buildings in the area because Belgium got rich in the early 1900s from its Congo colony, a dark past.

Nearby is the royal palace with a nice big park across the street. We really enjoyed hanging out at the beer garden in the park. And the kids rode scooters all around.

Where to stay

We stayed right between the Grand Place and Mont des Arts, quite convenient. Lodging in Brussels is half the price of Amsterdam. The 4 kids got to stay in their own apartment for less than $200 a day, even though we only booked the day before.

Walking around - It’s so fun to walk around town in the morning when it’s quiet all around.

Food

Belgian chocolates are world famous. There are many fancy chocolate stores throughout Brussels.

Finding good restaurants turned out to be not easy, there are many tourist traps around the Grand Place, despite being highly rated on Google Maps Thankfully our friend met up with his Anglo-Belgian friend who took us to a great seafood place called Bij den Boer. I enjoyed the scallop carpaccio and love loved the Greenland fish Turbot made with miso sauce.

There’s even an interesting pasta restaurant Pasta Divina. The nice owner explained her mother is from Bologna. Their signature squid ink pasta was solid, but the Bolognese pasta that my son ordered was amazing! My son remarked that in hindsight that was smart ordering.

I love how there’s a Delhaize convenient store right around the corner, where we can get delicious Belgian milk, smoothie, meats and croissants for cheap.

Last tip: be sure to book international train tickets early. Ours were quite expensive due to last minute purchase. Otherwise it’s quite convenient to train from Paris to Brussels, just 1 hour 15-20 mins.

#brussels #belgium #europe

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peter parker fic recs

it’s been a while since I’ve done a fic rec post (since I had my old account actually lol) so this is long overdue. some of these I read years ago and still love, some are new and I fell in love immediately. I’ll be putting my thoughts on the fic / author with each link, and a summary if the author supplied one. hope you all enjoy these pieces of art as much as I have :)

this will be updated with new fics as I find them, because my fic recs tag isn’t working for some reason and I want you guys to see what I’ve been reading, too! I won’t reblog it too often but when there are some new additions, I will be sure to so the author can get the attention they deserve.

these are in no particularly order, but I put a keep reading tab because it got quite long. please show these authors some love and feel free to send me your favorite fics (or your own) because I need to read some more! and I’d love to just keep adding to this post!

enjoy :) x j

peter parker x reader

hope and heartache - @venomsilk - masterlist

there’s something indescribably broken in your new neighbour. no one living in this building has a happy story, but the boy in 3b’s got ghosts in his eyes that he can’t hide, not even underneath his polite manners and awkward smiles. you didn’t plan on trying to figure him out, but star wars puns and scribbled napkin notes might open the road for both of you. if only he can afford to let you in.

this fic has no way home spoilers

I knew going into this I would absolutely love it - s always does such a fantastic job of writing dialogue, description, and generally just making the reader feel every emotional possible. this fic was no exception. I have time and time again found myself tearing up at her fics, which is hard for me to do (after writing angst after angst piece, one tends to not get as emotional reading). if you like a more descriptive fic rather than a dialogue heavy one, this writer is for you - and if you love being pulled into a story and left wanting more, she is definitely for you.

skyline - @astronomyparkers - masterlist

this fic is a little old but I remember it time and time again, it was one of the first peter fics I read as I started writing for him myself and it really was an inspiration for me. leyla is such a gifted writer, and while I don’t think she has posted fics in a while, every single one on her masterlist is a gem and this one is just a personal favorite. the way she writes is so so beautiful and well thought-out, it should really be considered a crime not to read her works of art

time after time - @softspideys - masterlist

peter parker is your worst enemy, but he’s also your soulmate. life is funny that way.

this is my comfort fic. my emotional support fic. this fic has held my hand and walked me across the street. lol no seriously, this one is also an older fic but again one of the first ones I’ve read and fallen so in love with. the banter, the enemies to lovers, the angst and the character development! so so good, and I love kara to bits and all of her work is just so amazing. please check her out, like right now immediately

the beauty next door - @kelieah - masterlist

your next door neighbor is, to your surprise, always there for you when you need him

now everything kelly writes it amazing, but this was so cute and so peter that it’s become one of my favorites. in all honesty it is hard to find a writer that nails peter’s personality well enough to me, but kelly clearly does - the dialogue and description of his is always so spot on in every fic, but this one especially! please go check out all her works, because they’re all so so great

old scarf - @peterbenjiparker - masterlist

peter parker is alone at christmas, but spider-man is with you, sharing chocolate cookies under a broken streetlight.

this is a no way home fic

m is so good, every fic just blows me away. this fic both cured me of my no way home withdrawals and also left me wanting more. it hurt, it was cute, I loved it so much. every other fic on this masterlist is also equally as amazing and worth the read!

far from you - @hey-marlie - masterlist

y/n stark is really not here for this european school vacay because in this post-endgame world, she’s mourning the loss of her dad. but one (1) sticky boi peter parker is just trying to be the friend he once was while also trying not to flirt too much because if she rejects him (which she wouldn’t, not that he knows that) while they’re in venice holy hell he’ll just pitch himself off the gondola right then and there. basically, y/n has been distancing herself & peter misses her & this school trip is a great way for him to coax her back into the real world & y/n really loves peter but is super sensitive and scared to lose him & also mysterio shows up at some point ugh @ nick fury leave ned leeds alone

where to begin with marlie, my god. for starters, she’s published a whole ass book, so that should tell her immediately how talented she is. her spider-man series (there are multiple now, but when I first encountered her, she only had the one “far from you”) are so above normal fan fiction that it’s hard to even call them that. marlie has a way of fleshing out characters, dialogue, description, all of it, so that you forget you’re reading a tumblr.com fic and instead you think you’re reading an award winning novel. I’m not kidding in the slightest. it’s obvious by the attention to detail, the strive to be character accurate while still making the story her own, and the creativity and love that marlie puts into her stories. if you ever read a fic, please read hers. it may ruin other fics for you, but that’s okay - they’re so worth it

him, not me - @madmadmilk - masterlist

j (hey name buddy) is so so funny. this fic and all her fics are cute, funny, soft, sometimes angsty - and I will just eat that shit up. one thing I love so much about her writing is that she portrays relationships, crushes, and friendships so realistically and normally. it’s not displaying something perfect and unrealistic that many fics do - and that makes them so much better. I love being able to genuinely relate to the reader and the characters she writes, and j absolutely nails that every time. if you like tom fics, hers are also god tier. highly recommend everything she writes

stuck with me - @celestialholland - masterlist

you were just searching for his phone to let may know he’d be crashing at yours...you didn’t expect to find a letter addressed to you.

ugh I just love mutual pining. this one is so soft and sweet, and I’m such a sucker for friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, patching up fics - and this was all of that. addie just kills it every time! she has some other great fics on her masterlist as well, highly highly recommend

clarity - @bi-writes - masterlist

oh I just love everything b writes. as a sucker for a good soulmate fic, clarity just blew me away. it was so beautiful and heartbreaking, and I just love how she wrote this. priority is also another fave - I think out of everyone, she really does a great job of encompassing the responsibility peter feels and the inner conflict he has. suchhh good fics

bloom - @duskholland - masterlist

let me tell you. as obvious by the last rec I am a soulmate fic fiend, and this one is one of my all time favorites. the idea of seeing color when you meet your soulmate isn’t a new one, but h did such a cool twist on it by telling the love story through each color discovered. it’s just so crazy good - please go read it, immediately.

to be continued

#ik I'm forgetting people because I read fics on here years ago that I just can't remember the names of :/#peter parker x reader #peter parker fic #peter parker reader insert #spider-man x reader #spider-man fic #spiderman x reader #fic rec #fic recs #spider-man fic recs #peter parker fic recs

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a-kind-of-merry-war · 2 years

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Chocolate Guy

Okay, okay. It's time for Sam™. Sam the Baker Modern AU, in which Sam is Chocolate Guy 🎂 (fucking chocolate guy!!!)

(see prev from @valdomarx here, @julek here, @kueble here and @samstree here)

1.4k words, no warnings

“Jaskier.”

Jaskier leans against the kitchen counter, watching his phone. Something, somewhere, is burning.

“Jaskier! The sauce!”

He comes back to himself all at once, turning just in time to see Essi grab the now ruined pasta sauce from the hob. The saucepan is smoking.

She sighs, peering at their ruined dinner. “You weren’t even paying attention, were you?”

“It’s fucking Chocolate Guy!” Jaskier says. “He’s just posted a new video!”

Essi peers over his shoulder. “Who?”

“The chocolate— Essi, seriously, you don’t know about the Chocolate Guy?”

She shrugs.

“Urgh, you’re useless. He posts these amazing videos of these desserts he makes. I swear he’s got to be a wizard or something, because they’re all amazing.”

She watches the video over Jaskier’s arm. It shows molten chocolate being poured into a mould.

“I don’t get it,” she says eventually. “It’s just chocolate?”

“Well, yeah,” sighs Jaskier, “but… but look at it! It’s incredible, it’s art.”

Essi gives him a long stare. “It’s chocolate.”

“Philistine,” Jaskier snorts, rolling his eyes. “You just don't appreciate the finer things in life.”

“And you spend too much time on your phone,” she counters.

“I have to spend this much time on my phone, thank you,” he says. “My followers expect it of me. It’s 2022, love. No one gets a record deal if they aren’t terminally online anymore.”

“Hmm.”

Essi takes his phone and flicks at the screen, turning the sound on. The noise of ambient guitar music fills their tiny kitchen.

“You can write better music than this, Jask,” she says, handing the phone back. “You should ask if he wants to collab.”

Jaskier quickly mutes the phone, feeling his ears turning red. “Don’t be— don’t be absurd,” he says. “I can’t just ask if he wants to collab, for Melitele’s sake. Goodness. Ask if he wants to— you’re mad, you know. Completely mad.”

Essi stares at him as he rambles. “Why not?” She says, when he’s finally done.

“Because it’s— because he’s Chocolate Guy, Essi! Everyone knows him!”

“Which is why you should do it, surely?”

“I— you—” Jaskier splutters. “No, absolutely not. He must get hundreds of people messaging him. I’ve barely got ten thousand followers.”

“Fine,” Essi says, lips pursed. “Suit yourself.”

That night, Jaskier lies awake in bed with his phone propped sideways on the old, wonky teddy bear beside him. He’s watching a one-hour Chocolate Guy compilation video—the one with the soft background music. He often watches these videos before he goes to sleep, and the repetitive movements and calming music helps him drift off.

He’s distracted, this evening. Essi’s suggestion that he should reach out to the mysterious baker behind the account has left him feeling rattled, and he’s not sure why.

Except... he knows exactly why he’s feeling off. He’s harboured a secret, rather pathetic crush on Chocolate Guy for a good four or five months now, and the idea of actually messaging him—an idea he’s had himself, in moments of weakness—is, frankly, terrifying. Chocolate Guy has several hundred times as many followers as him, and everybody knows him. He’s an internet celebrity, for fuck’s sake. He’s not got time for lonely idiots who play shitty guitar.

That’s the crux of it, Jaskier thinks as he watches Chocolate Guy carve a hunk of dark chocolate into a delicate swirl. He’s lonely. He’s lonely, and Chocolate Guy has the most singularly beautiful hands Jaskier has ever seen. He works so smoothly and gently, and Jaskier’s spent more than one long evening feeling jealous of a fucking slice of cake.

He wonders what it would feel like to have those hands on him. To craft him into something delicate and delicious.

It’s nonsense. He closes the app, locks his phones, and buries himself beneath the thick duvet.

He does not sleep.

Dandelion. He’s got nearly 9 thousand followers. He deserves far more, Sam thinks.

He’s been following the indie singer since he had 500 followers, one of the first few on the page. Dandelion posts a mishmash of music, sometimes plaintive ballads and sometimes 30 second ditties, interspersed with selfies and photos of his cat. He’s talented, clever, witty, unfairly gorgeous and—to make matters worse—he seems to be a genuinely lovely bloke. Sam half-wishes he was a dickhead, just to alleviate the pain of this entirely online crush.

He can remember the day when Dandelion had followed his professional account in perfect clarity. The squeeze in his chest, the flip in his stomach. He’d been seen. He wanted to follow him back, but the account was for work, only following a handful of other patisserie artists and his sponsors.

At the time, he’d wondered if Dandelion had followed him accidentally. And then the likes started. Quickly followed by the comments. Sometimes keysmashes, sometimes colourful curses, always full of praise. Sam was getting so many comments lately that Dandelion’s were often buried, but he knew they were there.

He feels—scared, almost. Dandelion doesn’t seem to perform live much—likely because he’s not got the money or the following yet to do so—but Sam has promised himself that he’ll buy tickets and go if he ever does. The singer appears to live in London, which is a good six hour train ride away, but—

But it would be worth it, just to see him.

Sam watches Dandelion’s latest song—a cute, jaunty little love song—with a twist in his stomach. Dandelion is tall, and beautiful, and surprisingly buff, and Sam is… not. Dandelion likely wouldn’t even look twice at him, if he was to see him in real life, no matter how exuberant his comments are.

He'd never write a song like that for him. Dandelion doesn't even know he exists beyond a pair of disembodied hands.

He’s about to lock his phone and get back to work, when there’s a loud ping that jolts him from his thoughts. A message. He gets a lot of messages, and usually ignores them, but something makes him swipe across and check his inbox.

His heart stops. He opens the message.

Dandelion: hey

Sam watches as the bouncing ‘Dandelion is typing…’ message pops up.

Dandelion: i just wanted to say that ive been watching your videos for ages and I really love them, theyre gorgeous. Youre super talented :)

Dandelion: and uve got really lovely hands lmao

Dandelion: Shit sorry, i sound like a weirdo

The messages stopped. Shit, Sam thought. No—

Sam: its fine, you don’t sound that weird.

Sam: I mean. Maybe a bit weird. But it’s okay.

Sam: I can’t believe you’re messaging, actually. I really love your music, I’ve been listening since You Think You’re Safe

Sam waits, heart thundering in his chest. Maybe he sounds like a weirdo, now. You Think You’re Safe was one of Dandelion’s earliest songs, one he’s since deleted from his channel. But… you’ve got lovely hands. Maybe he’s allowed to sound like a weirdo, just this once.

While waiting for Dandelion to reply, he sends another message.

Sam: thanks, by the way. I like my hands too :)

Dandelion: sdfjskflsdfls

Sam rolls his eyes, not unfondly. He should have expected the keysmash.

Dandelion: YTYS is *so* old, oh my god. Ive tried to forget that one

Dandelion: the new ones are better

Sam: they’re all good. I was listening to your latest one just now, actually. It’s really sweet.

Dandelion: Im glad u liked it <3

There’s another heart-stopping lurch in Sam’s stomach. It’s just an emoji, he reminds himself. It doesn’t mean anything.

Dandelion: Actually, i had a question

Dandelion: this might sound weird

Dandelion: …….again

Sam: go on?

Dandelion: I was listening to the background music in ur videos and i was wondering if ud like to do a collab?

Dandelion: feel free to say no if its too weird

Dandelion: ….i’ll write something better than You Think You’re Safe i swear

Oh. This is— unexpected. To collaborate with Dandelion would be nothing more than a dream come true. And it would mean hours—days—of messaging each other, working each other out, finding something that works. Dandelion’s music would be perfect, he thinks, and suddenly his mind is full of the image of a chocolate music box, one that really works, with a little dancing couple on top that plays a tune when you open it. It would his most ambitious project yet. But…

He tries to focus on what’s happening in front of him, instead of the sudden flurry of images flitting through his head, scrambling for attention.

Sam: I’d love to

Sam: actually, I’ve got a really good idea that might work, if you want to hear it?

Dandelion: !!!

Dandelion: TELL ME

Sam grins at his phone. His work forgotten, he starts to type.

#tshdjfks i dont know what happened i just went #SAM IS CHOCOALTE GUY #and then this happened #thank u all for allowing my nonsense #jaskier x sam the baker #the witcher #jaskier

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falling-pages · 3 years

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A hug and chicken noodle soup: Takashi x Reader

Feel better @ohshcscenerios <3

Maybe love was as simple as a hug and chicken noodle soup.

Takashi Morinozuka x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: None

Takashi was not used to being disobeyed.

The national martial arts champion, head of his own security firm, and father of three was used to holding power in his massive hands, for the room to fall silent at his command. He made the decisions, though with valid input from others, but he was the top dog, the one on whose authority they relied. Respect emanated from his veins, care and courage were his pedestal. When he gave an order, it was for the greater good of his company, or the safety of those he loved.

So when he returned home to find you washing the dishes, he was absolutely livid.

Not at your disobedience, per se. He was used to your sass, your jokes, your spitfire ways. Fourteen years of marriage would do that to a person, especially one as easygoing as him. But at your abject defiance, going against his advice for your own good--did you not trust him?

“What are you doing?”

You dropped the cup you were washing, the water splashing against your apron and the wall in retaliation. Soap bubbles clung to your arms, and with your deer-in-headlights stare, one would have thought he had just caught you stealing the Hope Diamond rather than just a simple chore.

“Takashi, I…” you sputter, wiping strands of hair away from your face. They had escaped from the bundle atop your head and creased your neck and forehead, though sticking with sweat or water he couldn’t be sure. If it were sweat, so help him, he was going to tie you down to the bed himself.

He left the shadows of the threshold and walked noiselessly towards you, groceries weighing heavily in his hands. You dare not move, pinned to the spot by his steely gaze. Your husband was a quiet man, not often prone to outbursts of emotions despite a wildly passionate heart. But like a predator towards prey, he came closer, until you saw the disappointment lining his brow.

Disappointment was always worse than anger.

But when he approached you, so close you could feel the energy radiating off his skin, so close but not touching, all that was left in his eyes was concern, a worried quirk on his lips that left knots in your stomach. Kindness framed him as he set down the groceries, took a towel, and wiped down your arms, leaving them soft and dry.

“I thought I told you to get some rest, love,” he whispered.

You swallowed, wincing at the ache in your throat. “I tried, I really did, but this was the only time I could get some chores done,” you whined. “The kids are with your parents this weekend, and it’s finally quiet and I can do stuff without worrying about watching them--”

“My parents took the children because you’re sick,” he responded, voice measured and even. His tone was stark, hands lingering on your wrist. Not tight enough to bruise, but enough to remind you of his strength. “You need to rest. I told you I would do the dishes once I got back.”

“But I--”

“Darling.”

His eyes flickered with hurt, and though he was never a man prone to begging, he would do anything to stop you hurting. Every weak inhale you took he felt in his own lungs, trapped and weak and congested. With the raging fever you were sporting this morning, it was a wonder you were even standing right now.

With a sigh, you let the dish fall into the puddle and stepped off your footstool--everything in this house was freakishly tall to accommodate his height--as he untied your apron, hanging it on the peg behind you. While his hands wandered around your waist, enjoying how you felt in his embrace, he bent to press a kiss behind your ear.

“I hate it when you’re hurting,” he murmured.

His warm voice broke through the gauze wrapping around your brain, and you sighed, relaxing against his chest. So warm, the only stable thing in your swimming vision.

“There’s nothing you can do about it,” you said.

“Yes there is.” He scooped you up in his arms, bridal style, and smashed his mouth against your neck, kissing and nuzzling your sweaty skin. “Go to bed, and I’ll make you some soup.”

Despite your squeals, broken and congested before they left your mouth, hiccupped and weak, you didn’t push him away, finally letting him baby you into bed. He walked seamlessly to your bedroom and pulled back the covers with you still clinging to his neck. As he lowered you down, you could have cried at how soft the sheets felt, cool silk against your sore muscles, warmth immediately drawing you into sleep. He layered the blankets on top of you before walking to the other side of the bed, climbing in and drawing the sheets around him before spooning you back against his chest.

His arms were rapture in and of themselves, an escape from your burning head and weak lungs, so tight and strong that you knew he would keep you safe from any sickness trying to harm you. His gentle breaths against your ear calmed your heart, tickling that part of your brain that sparked with love. Even as his lips traveled across your cheek you could barely find the energy to scold him.

“Taka,” you whined, as seriously as your hoarse voice would let you. “Stop...you’ll get sick…”

“I’ll be fine,” he whispered, smooth and comforting like chocolate or rain. Another kiss to your temple, slicking down to the underside of your jaw. “My body has been through worse.”

Though that much was true, it still irritated you. How could he reprimand you for disobeying him and then not even listen when you do the same?

“‘S not the same,” you mumble. “Being shot is a different kind of pain, I’d imagine.”

Takashi chuckled against your neck. Your mind traced over the diagram of his body, the scars stretching across his chest and neck, dyeing his hands and striping through his legs. His line of work was dangerous, full of deceit and corruption, but you knew he’d never have it any other way. “You’re right, my love. A bullet hurts like hell.” He wrapped you so tight you almost couldn’t breathe, but you welcomed the loving suffocation. “But I’d take them all over again if it meant you and our little ones were safe.”

Grisly and gruesome though his words were, they comforted you, lulled you into the security that he worked so hard to provide. Though you prayed it would never come to it, you knew he would lay down his life in a second to ensure yours or your children’s happiness. He even showed his love in less extreme ways--for example, forcing you to rest, holding you as you slept, even at the risk of his own health.

Over and over again you were amazed at the selfless love of the man you married.

Before you could even stop it, the tears were falling from your eyes, stinging the hot skin of your cheeks. Your heart felt full to bursting, and its hammering through your chest didn’t help at all. The world felt full of sunlight yet you clinched your eyes shut to keep in the tears, but they didn’t fool him.

Takashi felt you shake and quickly turned you over onto your back, laying you beneath him as he hovered above, one hand wiping your tears as the other held fast to your waist. “Look at me,” he whispered, the urgency in his voice making your eyes pop open. He stroked your cheek, running his finger along your nose, cooing and shushing until your gaze met his. And as soon as you saw that beautiful smile split his tan face, you knew everything would be okay.

“There she is,” he whispered, tenderly stroking beneath your eye. “Does it hurt that badly?”

“No,” you whispered. “It’s not the fever. It’s the feeling of being loved so terribly.”

Never a man of words, he furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I love you so, so much.” A dry sob creases out your throat. “I’m so glad I married you, and I’m so glad you’re the father of my kids, and I’m so glad I not only know, but get to love such a wonderful man for the rest of my life.”

He chuckled at your delirious confession, words he had all heard before but sounded more tender in the context of your sickness. Such tenderness in your voice soothed the aches and quells of his body, the wounds he had sustained inside and out during his life, until all that was left was you with a rag and antiseptic and a bandage. He adored you so deeply that though he wanted to hear you say more, it was imperative that you rest.

“I’m so blessed to have you by my side. I love you,” he whispered, giving you a gentle kiss. He frowned at how hot your lips were and resigned himself for the afternoon. “Go to sleep, beloved. When you wake, I’ll make you soup.”

“Okay,” you mumbled, the crying finally tuckering you out. Pliantly, you rolled back over onto your side, and he laid back behind you, guiding your head to rest against his bicep and laying his other arm over your waist. As you drifted back off to sleep, you could only think of one thing.

Love really could be as simple as a hug and chicken noodle soup.

Kofi

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