&quot;Love Makes You Real.&quot;

[txt] …that made me shiver, it really did. Like *brr,* but *happy* brr.

[txt] I would like very much to be pounced by you.

[txt] Not that Clay isn’t, you know, *freakin’ mind-blowing.* But I need me some you in my diet, woman.

[txt] I need me some *all* of you.

[txt] there’s more where that came from. Just wait until I get there.

[txt] I’m sure Rich and Clay could use some bro snuggles. There’s an equalness to it! We’re all mathematical like that.

[txt] I’m writing a prescription for you, for a heavy dose of vitamin C.

[txt] So you’re saying.

[txt] That I won’t just be shivering.. I’ll be *vibrating?* ;D

[txt] Oh, man, I thought Clay had his up-to-something eyes on when he talked to me about this. I bet he thinks I didn’t even notice.

[txt] He’s totally jonesing for the bro snuggles.

[txt] Yes. Yes-yes-yes. I need a prescription-strength brand-name C-boost.

[txt] In a slow release formula.

[hot and flustered] [txt] I had an amazing dream about you last night. [txt] Not going into details, but. [txt] It turns out putting my hands in your hair doesn't make you sleepy [text] if your face is under my skirt

[Hey, Peta? Mission accomplished.]

[txt] Bloody hell, lady.

[txt] Must you do that when you’re literally an ocean away?

[txt] I mean, I love you, and under your skirt ranks among my favorite places…

[txt] But hello sexual frustration.

[txt] REALLY? That’s RIDICULOUSLY CUTE “oh my bob” …I need to start doing that, it can be a thing!

[txt] YES a big one and we can cut it uneven halves on purpose and make up wacky contests to determine who gets the bigger half!

[txt] I might be really really excited to see you on a lot of levels

[txt] I’m wanting to see you so bad now. Between the love feels and the everything else… I’m gonna pounce you.

[txt] ...that made me shiver, it really did. Like *brr,* but *happy* brr.

[txt] I would like very much to be pounced by you.

[txt] Not that Clay isn't, you know, *freakin' mind-blowing.* But I need me some you in my diet, woman.

[txt] I need me some *all* of you.

"Um." He stared at her for a moment until he reminded himself that more words were needed. He did end up chuckling though. Such was his aunt that she would get completely waylaid by the shops. Claire and his mother had the same problem too. "I’ve ‘eard tha’ tends to ‘appen round ‘ere."

Jude ran a hand through his already messy hair and thought about it briefly. “I can do you one better, ma’am. I could walk you there if you’d like. I don’t really ‘ave anywhere else to be an’ I could do with some window looking meself.”

Peta wondered, at first, if there might not be something untoward going on behind those mischievous eyes, but no, but no, he just seemed befuddled— distracted by an inside joke, nothing more.

If he had any ill intent whatsoever, it didn’t ping on her aforementioned spider-sense, and she shook her head in gently good-natured incredulity.

"A British gentleman," she mused. "And here I was, wondering if that was still a thing or if my friend Win got the last one."

She gestured grandly, hanging a ridiculously long scarf back on its rack. “Lay on, MacDuff.” Then she squinted at him. “You’re name’s not actually 'MacDuff,' is it? Probably not, but that would be awesome.”

At that he flushed slightly before grinning with pride. Though she didn’t know it Peta had just given her one of the highest compliments someone could. “I try. Sometimes I come off as an arse but ‘s nice to know tha’ today ‘sn’t tha’ day.”

Of course the MacDuff comment flies right over his head as they start out of the shop they were in. Jude shook his head and very nearly said his real name before catching himself. “Sorry t’disappoint you but ‘s nowhere close t’MacDuff. ‘M Henry.”

"Ahhh, we all have our off days," Peta noted cheerfully. "Glad to see that you're not having one of those today!"

...of course, his first name alone wouldn't have tipped her off. She was smart as Rowena Ravenclaw's favorite whip, but "Jude" was a fairly common first name. So was "Henry," come to think. "That's not nearly as disappointing as you might assume," she pointed out, adjusting the strap on her purse as she sauntered along beside him with that easy grace that comes of being spidery. "It's still quite Shakespearean, even if it's not the same play. I'm Peta, pleased to make your acquaintance!"

#wingsandtinkering

[hot and flustered] [txt] I had an amazing dream about you last night. [txt] Not going into details, but. [txt] It turns out putting my hands in your hair doesn't make you sleepy [text] if your face is under my skirt

[Hey, Peta? Mission accomplished.]

[txt] Bloody hell, lady.

[txt] Must you do that when you’re literally an ocean away?

[txt] I mean, I love you, and under your skirt ranks among my favorite places…

[txt] But hello sexual frustration.

[txt] You should come see us, is what I’m thinking.

[txt] You know, soonish?

[txt] Papa Stark’s got facilities in London, right?

[txt] We could send the boys down the pub to watch the football while you um vent to me about your frustrations?

[txt] I haven’t been in London since… you know.

[txt] But I’d like to see Win and Creeper and the kids.

[txt] And yes yes that sounds like a plan. The boys can do their boy stuff I want lady spider lovin’ funtimes.

[txt] Oh, right. I guess I didn’t think of that. X( Too busy being in dreamtime afterglow. But Clay said a thing and I instantly got carried away.

[txt] Yes, see. People to see, things to do, good people, good things!

[txt] I can’t wait. I seriously cannot. I’m climbing the walls! You know, more than usual.

[txt] I’ll talk to Rich about going. We’re kinda overdue on birthday celebrations

[txt] OH MY BOB YOU’D BOTH HAVE THE SAME BIRTHDAY WOULDN’T YOU

[txt] Is that twice as much pineapple upside-down cake or do you want something else?

[txt] HASTINGS DAY FOR THE WIN

[txt] heehee your autocorrect turned “God” into “Bob” that’s ducking hilarious

[txt] …shit, now mine’s gone and done it

[txt] *I* think he can afford to *share* his upside-down cake with me! It’s half mine because I’m half of him! Also: OM NOM NOM

[txt] no I said bob on purpose

[txt] I thought you’d each deserve your own cake…but I can just make one big one

[txt] REALLY? That's RIDICULOUSLY CUTE "oh my bob" ...I need to start doing that, it can be a thing!

[txt] YES a big one and we can cut it uneven halves on purpose and make up wacky contests to determine who gets the bigger half!

[txt] I might be really really excited to see you on a lot of levels

This was true! In her relative timeline, she hadn’t the foggiest idea who Jude Harvey would grow up to be— though there was still a part of her brain, left over from before her twinning from Rich, who still wondered if he might resemble Ron Perlman —and she certainly didn’t feel any spider-sense off of this kindly young man.

She grinned at him. “Well, I am supposed to be souvenir shopping, even though I got distracted— seriously, these boutiques have event horizons of cute.”

Peta figured she could afford to dally a little bit with the fancy-dress, so long as she met back up with Clay with at least one Union Jack beer mug or a jacket with a Hogwarts crest on the back.

"Maybe you could point me in the direction of a Britishish knick-knack place that’s not too uberly expensive?”

"Um." He stared at her for a moment until he reminded himself that more words were needed. He did end up chuckling though. Such was his aunt that she would get completely waylaid by the shops. Claire and his mother had the same problem too. "I’ve ‘eard tha’ tends to ‘appen round ‘ere."

Jude ran a hand through his already messy hair and thought about it briefly. “I can do you one better, ma’am. I could walk you there if you’d like. I don’t really ‘ave anywhere else to be an’ I could do with some window looking meself.”

Peta wondered, at first, if there might not be something untoward going on behind those mischievous eyes, but no, but no, he just seemed befuddled-- distracted by an inside joke, nothing more.

If he had any ill intent whatsoever, it didn't ping on her aforementioned spider-sense, and she shook her head in gently good-natured incredulity.

"A British gentleman," she mused. "And here I was, wondering if that was still a thing or if my friend Win got the last one."

She gestured grandly, hanging a ridiculously long scarf back on its rack. "Lay on, MacDuff." Then she squinted at him. "You're name's not actually 'MacDuff,' is it? Probably not, but that would be awesome."

#wingsandtinkering

[hot and flustered] [txt] I had an amazing dream about you last night. [txt] Not going into details, but. [txt] It turns out putting my hands in your hair doesn't make you sleepy [text] if your face is under my skirt

[Hey, Peta? Mission accomplished.]

[txt] Bloody hell, lady.

[txt] Must you do that when you’re literally an ocean away?

[txt] I mean, I love you, and under your skirt ranks among my favorite places…

[txt] But hello sexual frustration.

[txt] You should come see us, is what I’m thinking.

[txt] You know, soonish?

[txt] Papa Stark’s got facilities in London, right?

[txt] We could send the boys down the pub to watch the football while you um vent to me about your frustrations?

[txt] I haven’t been in London since… you know.

[txt] But I’d like to see Win and Creeper and the kids.

[txt] And yes yes that sounds like a plan. The boys can do their boy stuff I want lady spider lovin’ funtimes.

[txt] Oh, right. I guess I didn’t think of that. X( Too busy being in dreamtime afterglow. But Clay said a thing and I instantly got carried away.

[txt] Yes, see. People to see, things to do, good people, good things!

[txt] I can’t wait. I seriously cannot. I’m climbing the walls! You know, more than usual.

[txt] I’ll talk to Rich about going. We’re kinda overdue on birthday celebrations

[txt] OH MY BOB YOU’D BOTH HAVE THE SAME BIRTHDAY WOULDN’T YOU

[txt] Is that twice as much pineapple upside-down cake or do you want something else?

[txt] HASTINGS DAY FOR THE WIN

[txt] heehee your autocorrect turned "God" into "Bob" that's ducking hilarious

[txt] ...shit, now mine's gone and done it

[txt] *I* think he can afford to *share* his upside-down cake with me! It's half mine because I'm half of him! Also: OM NOM NOM

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When he saw her Jude suddenly got the feeling of walking outside into the cold after being indoors all day. It took him a moment to breathe and remind himself that she didn’t know who he was.

“‘Ello. Can I ‘elp you with anything?”

This was true! In her relative timeline, she hadn't the foggiest idea who Jude Harvey would grow up to be-- though there was still a part of her brain, left over from before her twinning from Rich, who still wondered if he might resemble Ron Perlman --and she certainly didn't feel any spider-sense off of this kindly young man.

She grinned at him. "Well, I am supposed to be souvenir shopping, even though I got distracted-- seriously, these boutiques have event horizons of cute."

Peta figured she could afford to dally a little bit with the fancy-dress, so long as she met back up with Clay with at least one Union Jack beer mug or a jacket with a Hogwarts crest on the back.

"Maybe you could point me in the direction of a Britishish knick-knack place that's not too uberly expensive?"

#wingsandtinkering

[hot and flustered] [txt] I had an amazing dream about you last night. [txt] Not going into details, but. [txt] It turns out putting my hands in your hair doesn't make you sleepy [text] if your face is under my skirt

[Hey, Peta? Mission accomplished.]

[txt] Bloody hell, lady.

[txt] Must you do that when you’re literally an ocean away?

[txt] I mean, I love you, and under your skirt ranks among my favorite places…

[txt] But hello sexual frustration.

[txt] You should come see us, is what I’m thinking.

[txt] You know, soonish?

[txt] Papa Stark’s got facilities in London, right?

[txt] We could send the boys down the pub to watch the football while you um vent to me about your frustrations?

[txt] I haven’t been in London since… you know.

[txt] But I’d like to see Win and Creeper and the kids.

[txt] And yes yes that sounds like a plan. The boys can do their boy stuff I want lady spider lovin’ funtimes.

#indestructigirl #(( spiderboo-spiderbro synchronicity! ))

[txt] Oh, right. I guess I didn't think of that. X( Too busy being in dreamtime afterglow. But Clay said a thing and I instantly got carried away.

[txt] Yes, see. People to see, things to do, good people, good things!

[txt] I can't wait. I seriously cannot. I'm climbing the walls! You know, more than usual.

[hot and flustered] [txt] I had an amazing dream about you last night. [txt] Not going into details, but. [txt] It turns out putting my hands in your hair doesn't make you sleepy [text] if your face is under my skirt

[Hey, Peta? Mission accomplished.]

[txt] Bloody hell, lady.

[txt] Must you do that when you’re literally an ocean away?

[txt] I mean, I love you, and under your skirt ranks among my favorite places…

[txt] But hello sexual frustration.

#indestructigirl #XD XD XD

[txt] You should come see us, is what I'm thinking.

[txt] You know, soonish?

[txt] Papa Stark's got facilities in London, right?

[txt] We could send the boys down the pub to watch the football while you um vent to me about your frustrations?

A KOA is A-OK as long as I'm with you || Clay and Peta

"So what else could you ask for? You don’t even need a passport To see the whole world from our living room So come on hitch your wagon To the happiness I’m draggin’ If I can’t bring you to my house, I’ll bring my house to you.

Don’t matter where we go, I’ll never be alone Anywhere beside you is the place that I’ll call home." "My House" Kacey Musgraves

#indestructigirl #indestructibro #true story

It wasn’t the first time Clay had traveled these highways and by-ways, but it was the first time he was seeing it through this pair of eyes, and his first time seeing it with Peta. Therefore, everything was new again. Every state line, every mile-marker sign, it was all a new wonder to behold.

They’d picked out a used pickup truck, and had some money leftover to buy a little trailer. The trailer was actually in decent condition, and had enough room for both of them to store their belongings and rest comfortably whenever they couldn’t get a motel room. Or, sometimes they’d just decide they’d rather sleep out in the open, with the crickets and the summer breeze singing them to sleep.

Some nights — Clay’s favorite nights, and he suspected they were Peta’s favorites as well — they’d park at a KOA. They’d get a fire going, roast some marshmallows, count the stars… all hand-in-hand. Sometimes he’d get out the old guitar he bought at a pawn shop in Pennsylvania, the one he had to tune in between every song he played, and serenade Peta until she kissed him to shut up.

(It probably goes without saying that once in a while, he couldn’t get a whole song out before that happened.)

Usually, though, he’d get a few songs out, and if he got her to sing along, he’d count his night as doubly successful. Thus they went across the nation, seeing the sights, eating the food, learning one another as man and woman as they had as woman and man. They were the same as their opposite counterparts, yet different.

It worked for them.

#come find us!#come ooooooooon!#ilu #indestructigirl #indestructigirl love #indestructibro

Clay and Peta sent along pictures from their travels. I’m missing those two, but it sounds like they’re having a lot of fun on the road.

Makes me want to get back out there.

guccier

#ilu boo #indestructigirl love #indestructigirl #gpoy

surfistha

#indestructibro #pls #nsfw

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“Hey, he Lost Paradise,” Peta pointed out. “He could use some cheering up?”

“If it makes you feel better, Dani,” she shook her head. “I’m not scared of you. And we can flirt all you want, so long as my boyfriend and girlfriend don’t take it the wrong way.”

”This is true.. Dude could use a lot of cuddling and maybe some cookies. If he doesn’t like cookies then there’s probably no hope for him.” she nods slowly, some how keeping a relatively straight face about it.

”Actually that does make me feel better.” she chuckles and makes an innocent face. “I’m probably the world’s worst flirt, literally I will flirt with anyone. Thing is though.. I mostly hardcore flirt with guys so those two really have nothing to worry about, I won’t try nothing with you. I know my limits and I’m not about to start poking around and causing trouble for someone’s relationships.”

"If he gave up Heaven for the pleasures of the flesh," Peta nodded sagely, wryly, "he'd be a real dumb cluck to exclude the pleasures of cute girls hugging him and giving him sweets. I mean, seriously, The Devil's supposed to be a sly dog, right? I'd totally demote him in my estimation if those things are not on his naughty-but-nice list."

She grinned softly at Dani's vote of confidence, and then waved dismissively. "Dude, I am all about respecting other people's place on the spectrum. My own dimensional double's in a different spectrum spot than I am, that's how cool I am with it."

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“Hey,” Peta grinned. “National news sounds like a good time! Usually I only make the local paper. Except for the time Rich and I webbed up Times Square for Valentine’s Day, but nobody knew that was us.”

“I figured, who couldn’t use a hug?”

”Lucifer..” she points out automatically. “Well, no.. The big guy could use a hug, probably a lot of ‘em but.. Mean he’s probably just not the hugging type..” unless he wanted you as his meat suit then she was pretty sure he’d be all hands.

”Still.. I’m rather fond of hugs, sometimes I just wonder if people are scared of me or somethin’.” she screws up her face in thought. “Or I’m just too much of a flirt and annoy the hell out of them.” she laughs.

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"Hey, he Lost Paradise," Peta pointed out. "He could use some cheering up?"

"If it makes you feel better, Dani," she shook her head. "I'm not scared of you. And we can flirt all you want, so long as my boyfriend and girlfriend don't take it the wrong way."

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[folds her up emphatically, little squeeze from surprisingly strong arms] Yay! Front row!

”I think you may be the only one daring enough to give this a go. Think everyone else is too scared or something.” she laughs and shrugs, stepping back. “I dunno mean I won’t hold nothin’ over their heads once it’s all said and done. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, unless it makes national news.”

"Hey," Peta grinned. "National news sounds like a good time! Usually I only make the local paper. Except for the time Rich and I webbed up Times Square for Valentine's Day, but nobody knew that was us."

"I figured, who couldn't use a hug?"

#boundwithflames

"Those Left Behind."

She leaned back to gaze up at him, and held up an instructive finger.

“Either cookies, or cookie dough. Either way, we will be physically present and prepped with cookie-ingredient-related therapy.”

Yes okay she had a hankering too but she didn’t want to spoil her appetite for the comeback tour.

And while Peta, between the two of them, was documentedly the more precognitive one, Clay’s foresight was square on the dinero. “Snuggling,” she decided, “is a prescription I can really get behind.”

She took his hand. “C’mon. I had a nest up in the attic before Ben knew I existed, but I think Rich’s bed would be much more comfy.”

Clay nodded, smiling down at that finger. ”Cookies, cookie dough, or possibly a repeat of the Valentine’s smorgasbord of goodies,” he said, patting his stomach as he grinned. ”I’m a growing boy, I like to eat. And I’m sure they’ll appreciate it.”

He took a hold of her hand, waving the other before him in a vaguely grand gesture.

“The nest is tempting, but I think a bed sounds even better. Snuggles await us; lead the way.”

Claire hadn’t really spent much time in Rich’s room, since they were usually at her apartment, so Clay was pretty glad to get the opportunity.

Though admittedly he would have preferred better circumstances.