#miga answers

[miguxadraws]

I would like to request Jax wearing this please (it's alright if you don't want to draw that)

get a load of this chud

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a stimboard of Miga (( mascot from the 2010 Olympics?

Alright!

Warning for bears below cut!

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Miga stimboard

Requested by: Anon

Themes: Orcas, scarves, spirit bears

Note: Anon won't hide you @erikaskblog

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Hello, first of all, YOUR WRITING IS GOD’S WORK, second of all, I need a second part of “I know it’s thick”, bc that took me out 💀 It was fucking fantastic. And last but definitely not least, you seem very sweet, and like an amazing person, keep up the good work 🥰💕👏✨

"I know it is thick." - Part 2

Pairing: Boss!Carlos Oliveira x GN!Reader

Summary: It is thick, and now you know it.

Warnings tags: SMUT SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE, blowjob (m receiving), public sex, under-the-desk blowjob while jill is in the room, porn with feelings (sorta), carlos always brazilian in my fics (foda-se capcom ESSE HOMI É DO BRASIL), translations at the bottom

Author's Notes: ANON YOU ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!! the idea came to me while reading your ask and i was like WHY NOT? again, bear with me since smut is still a constant work in progress. also thank you so much for your kind words and requesting with me, i hope i deliver! <;3 @cerezzzita aqui miga 💖

part 1 | my carlos's masterlist

You would never have guessed you would end up like this. You see, after sending that text message, you thought you would have been fired or sued for sexual harassment within Carlos's rights.

Not that by late Friday night, you would be doing extra work. And by that, it means your legs spread apart, holding yourself back in the cabinets of the stockroom as your boss Carlos pounds into you, his big hands holding your hips with such strength it would probably hurt tomorrow. Not that you cared: since this whole thing started three weeks ago, you have discovered you had muscles that ached that you didn't even know existed.

As Carlos's ball hit against your ass, the slapping sound sounding pornographic to your ears enough to drive you crazy, you hold onto the cold shelves, your legs barely keeping you steady. Every thrust he gives inside you is more powerful than the other, seeming to reach deeper into you. It had to be that thick cock, you thank mentally. 

"Are you close?" Carlos wonders, and you imagine his bare ass looks delicious, his social pants on the floor.

You moan a pathetic yes and beg Carlos to touch you, and his hands find you, jerking in that delicious way only he could do it. It is unfair how well Carlos knew your body, although this only started a couple of weeks ago.

Three weeks since you stayed late and found out it was really that thick and you could barely fit in your mouth. Three weeks since this man gave you the best orgasm of your life. Three weeks doing extra work time.

With the way he is rubbing you, you don't take long to cum, biting your lips and closing your eyes to hold back a moan. Carlos gives you two final thrusts before you hear him muttering a curse in portuguese as he cums deep inside your walls. You stay silent for a moment, just the sound of your breaths before Carlos pulls out of you, his semen slowly dropping out of you.

You take a second to straighten yourself, your back hurting (it seems you are taking another ibuprofen tomorrow), when you feel Carlos pass a cloth between your legs, cleaning you gently.

"Oh, mhm, thanks?" You say unsure, and he smiles, giving you his handkerchief, with his initials sewn on it.

Carlos stares at you, wanting to say something. You are a little worried about it might be: yes, what you are doing is wrong, and you both know it. You are worried Carlos might want to end this sooner than later; you know he will have to. Or maybe he will finally invite you out? Maybe, you will end up fucking Carlos in a proper bed, not on top or under his desk.

"I will see you later, then." Carlos doesn't wait for your answer, and you ignore the pain in your chest, his handkerchief just the memory he left on you (along, well, with his cum). Again, this would have to end someday, right? It was just sex.

Two days later, you are under Carlos's desk a little after everyone leaves. You see, you went in there to end it all before Carlos could but, somehow, ended up with you on top of his desk, his head on the middle of your thighs. The things Carlos could do with his tongue were skills out of this world, and suddenly you can't remember what you wanted to do here.

You just didn't want him to stop.

So now, you are just repaying for the multiple orgasms from earlier, you tell yourself as his thick cock hits the back of your throat. It had nothing to do with the fact that you loved sucking him, the sight of his strong and hairy tights, hearing Carlos beg for your name, and how this powerful man seemed to melt in your arms because of you.

There is a sudden knock on Carlos's door, and you both seem to freeze. You look up, and Carlos gives you an urgent look, his eyes pleading for you to stay shut. "Please don't say come in," you beg mentally, but the door opens before Carlos can say anything, just with enough time to pull out of your mouth.

"Oh, I am so glad you are still here." Carlos's partner and your other boss, Jill Valentine sounds pissed. Carlos immediately pushes the chair into you, completely hiding your body, causing his dick to get close to your lips.

Jill vents about the challenging project the whole team has been working on, and for your relief, she doesn't pay enough attention to Carlos. Carlos gently tries to keep your head away from his cock, but you don't move. When he looks down in panic, you would have laughed if you could because Carlos knew exactly what was going through your mind.

When you test by licking the tip of his cock Carlos has to hold himself back against the chair, Jill still doesn't seem to notice. You try again, this time swirling your tongue around it, and Carlos curses.

"Puta merda."

"Did you say something?" Jill wonders, and you hold back a laugh.

"Puta merda this project huh, Jill?"

Jill continues her rant as your head goes down into Carlos's cock, slowly and torturous. Your boss has to hold himself into the table, his knuckles turning white as a low whimper dies down in his throat. His hands look for your head, you don't know if to pull you away or push you more down, but you don't stop.

"....and I am telling you, if this doesn't get solved by the end of the week, I swear I will cancel this whole deal!"

"Puta que pariu!"

"Well, I am glad you agree with me!" Jill exclaims, slamming the table. She finally looks at Carlos, who is sweaty, his chest rising up and down as he bites his lips. 

"Carlos, are you okay? You look feverish."

"I-I am fine, Jill. All good. Just sh-sharing your frustrations, that is it."

Jill thinks she heard a strange, slurping noise after Carlos says that, but the sound stops. Her phone rings before she can ask what it is, and she groans, frustrated.

"You know, we shouldn't work this late. Life isn't just work, you know?" Jill expresses, before leaving his office, waving goodbye.

You can hear the door closing, and Carlos roughly pulls out of your mouth. You gulp, anxious, wondering if you finally took too far and Carlos will end it all, when your boss's face appears under the table to stare at you, full of desire.

"You want to play like that? Fine. Let's see how long it takes for you to gag on my cock." Carlos' voice is low and threatening, bringing chills all over your body, especially your heat.

"Challenge accepted, boss."

Puta merda = Holy shit

Puta que pariu = Holyfucking shit

[emmalostinwonderland]

Thanks for tagging me, @onthewaytosomewhere! I actually have something to post this time lol.

Anyone want some more from my sense-share soulmate au, Butterflies and Tummy Aches?

“...be amazing. I’ll cook migas in the morning, and we’ll swim all day and never put clothes on and make out on the pier, and it won’t even matter if the neighbors see.” Henry stares out over the lake as that buzzing under his skin intensifies, threatening to take over his other senses one by one. His blood is already beginning to rush in his ears. His grandmother is laughing over his shoulder, and Philip’s voice echoes with hers this time. You know the right answer, Henry, they seem to say. Know your place.

open tag and maybe some gestures in the directions of @cactusdragon517 @thedramasummer @jackzimmermemes

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Missions, Malaise and Migas Pt. II | Leon Kennedy

Pt. 1 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Final Part

Fandom: Resident Evil

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Male Reader

Summary: Leon and Y/N have some underlying issues. Ones they tried to warn DSO about.

Content Warnings: None

Other Pairings: Luis Sera x Reader

Authors Note(s): Sorry if the Spanish is inaccurate 😥 I've been white washed

Feel free to correct me

This one's still quite gender netrual other than one masculine term being used by Luis

I'm typing and copying pasting all this out again as we speak because tumblr closed on me and didn't save ☺️

"Hold still. "

Red was leaking through the wound covering your forearm and staining your sleeves. It was beginning to slow to a stop, the stinging and burning yet to subside. Luis' hands continued to tremble, looking much too weary as he pressed a small towel that, after a while, had grown warm against your skin. Blood had begun to absorb into its once clean white surface until it dripped.

Luis' fingers had turned a crimson color, more red than olive.

It was unnerving, knowing that your injuries had caused him so much distress. So much distress that his hand went to scrub against his forehead and then brought up to squeeze the bridge of his nose while shutting his eyes closed.

His brow hadn't unknit itself from the moment you showed up at his doorstep, clad in dirt and blood asking if he had any medical supplies.

You didn't explain the part where you'd fallen through a shit load of trees nor that you were here with Leon on a mission and he lost your supply bag during the fall.

You tread discreetly through the edges of the town when you found yourself growing increasingly impatient waiting around in the rain for him and Ada after they'd gone off to look for it.

Who other then the man you'd shared messages with from across the world to patch you up?

And, oh, the way he does.

You blink down at your wound as you're settled on the counter in his hotel room with his back half turned to you. He'd done your arm first in his worry but you've had deeper lacerations, so you didn't bat an eye in the same way he did.

He was checking up the left of your body now, with hands so careful against your bare skin you hardly felt his touch as his dainty, latex covered fingers tapped every centimeter of the underside of your arm, earning no flinch nor words of complaint from you despite the heavy bruising that was already occurring.

It was then that his body leaned further into yours and he was dabbing something against one of the larger wounds. It smelled sharply of alcohol and stung briefly, before going mostly numb.

It's very strange, the feeling.

He seemed to be saving your dislocated shoulder for last. The dread etched on his features telling you he wanted to avoid hurting you more than you already looked.

He was quieter than you were used to. Like the sight of you had sent him into a permanent shock. The most reaction he'd had was the hand that had covered his mouth when you showed up and he didn't hesitate to usher you into his room. He didn't need answers. Not right now.

But you, you were beginning to become unsettled by his silence and your constant shifting showed it. You wondered if you were overstepping when you showed up like this. If the friendship over messages hadn't quite translated to real life friendships and helping strangers didn't fit in the spectrum.

Your stomach churned at the thought and your face scrunched uncomfortably, unnoticed by Luis.

Until it was.

"Pain?" He finally asks.

"No. " Is what you answer as your nose wrinkles again and Luis comes out of his bent stance, moving away from examining your ribs and he stares at you for a moment, two.

He doesn't say anything right away.

"...no puedo adivinar tu cerebro."

Luis speaks in Spanish, which isn't abnormal and you'd gotten used to it fairly quickly.

And the that term, well, you've found him using it often with you. 'No puedo adivinat tu cerebro. ' I can't read your brain.

You'd look it up one day on your phone when you got service but when you had it translated it came back with something along the lines of: I can't figure you out.

I can't figure you out.

Your nose scrunches again, the breath in your lungs shuffling.

It feels funny to hear it from him in person now.

You look back up to him, meet his gaze of confusion with your own, eyebrows rising momentarily. The corners of his lips are pulled downwards, lines marring the corners. You feel the temperature around you rise but can't focus on anything else but him. He almost looks hurt, as if one day the you in front of him would just... subside.

"Can I ask..." He licks his lips with a long stripe and then bites the inside of his cheek as he continues to rummage through his bag. "Why you are here?"

He almost seems unsure, of whether he should even ask the question as he busies himself with grabbing another rag from his bag. It's only after he's wiping the blood from your arm and going onto a different bottle does he look up, expectant.

But you're shifting again and you're not looking at him so realizes perhaps it was the wrong thing to say. His brows knit again and he's uncomfortable with the lack of usual lightheartedness between you two. The flirting, the jokes. Nothing like this.

He speaks again. To soften his words? "Is good that you have come here, to the town. "

His voice is level, clear. His hand reaches under your chin and you wince but at least let him tilt your head back and center. So you're looking at him again.

You sigh, not at him, or the situation but yourself.

"I'm on a mission. " You clarify but it doesn't fully answer his question and you wait for him to prod. He does.

"Here?"

"Mhm. " You hum in response. "And well��� things went a little astray when I fell off the side of a moutain. " Your cheeks puff out slightly.

There's a small pause.

"A moutain?"

He offers you a cautious grin and for a moment he thinks you're joking.

But then your eyes meet and you nod your head and an incredulous look is on his face.

"A moutain?" It's an exclamation of disbelief this time. "Miente. Are you sure?"

Your lip quirks up at him, the smile on his face still has yet to fade, his tone turning a touch playful at your confession.

You let out a small laugh. "I'm sure. –And some trees. " You add and that would explain the bruises scattered across your skin like the dirt you were constantly covered in.

"How many trees?"

"A shit ton. " You say softly, watching as his soft fingertips have begun to slide in circles on your knee.

"We were meant to go up it– me and Leon- but then the rain started and things went bad from there. "

"Sancho?" A tone of recognition comes on his voice and he looks around the room as if Leon might suddenly appear. And then he whips back around to you and the words on his tongue feel forbidden. "Is Leon...?" He looks more scared than he had when you walked in and you shake your hands immediately.

"No, no. He's well. –Better than me. " Luis doesn't miss the roll of your eyes. "Ada. " You announce. "She must've plucked him out of the air when we were falling. " You scratch at your temple and shrug your good shoulder.

Again, his hand is massaging in circles over the bone on the underside of your knee. The touch feels good. Better than the throbbing all over you.

"And you, querido?" Luis prods. "Who came and plucked you from the moutains?"

"Uh‐ well the trees mostly. Then Leon. Eventually. "

"Bueno. " He purses his lips, nods once. His eyes crinkle like that and they seem to get lighter before the wrinkles on his forehead return. "Where is he now?"

"He's off. With Ada. "

His hands move to your vest and he begins undoing the straps. Your shirt underneath is drenched and he's already cut the left sleeve when he stitched you back together. "¿Por que?"

"He dropped our supply bag during the fall, I needed the bandaging so they went searching. "

This makes him stop and take one more worried look at you before he tilts his head. "He know you're here?"

You shake your head and your lips press together as the weight of your impulsiveness sits on you. Not knowing where you were is nerve wrecking for your partner, you know that. It was for you. But being so reckless, pushing for your own desires and storming off on him was something beyond how you normally functioned.

The circumstances of your relationship had really been flipped on its head lately. And you couldn't say if it was ever going to be fixed.

You hear Luis sigh and he finally moves the vest over your head.

"No tienes ningún respeto por tu vida. "

You're not sure what those words mean but the tone of the reprimand has you tilting your head just a bit and catching his eyes when his hands stop at the collar of your wet shirt.

You tilt your head further, eyeing him.

Luis sniffs a laugh.

"Have you no respect for your life?" He translates and you quirk a brow at him.

"Sometimes. " You shrug.

"Enough. " You insist when he gives you a pointed look.

"But not when you walk off in random towns. "

The roll of your eyes is present this time.

"I needed medical attention. "

You hear the snipping of the scissors, the noise gradually descending to the hem of your shirt.

His hand lingers a bit. Stops moving. The criss-cross net of muscles on your stomach comes into view and he swallows down whatever words he wants to say. Just staring.

And then a smirk rises onto his face as the light bulb of wit goes off in his head, registering the next thing to say about your toned body.

His lashes move in a flirtatious manner and a hand drapes on your thigh gently. His smirk deepens.

"And you need me. "

A snort is let loose, the tension in your body breaking around you as you shake your head and rub your brow.

"Relax. " You say with the words stretched out and you use your finger to push his chest.

Luis doesn't complain about it.

"Bueno, bueno. " He insists upon before the tip of his tongue darts to his top lip and he's trying to untangle you further from your clothes, going farther down your back. "Solo te quiero ver bien. "

You turn your head, only recognizing bien.

"Gotta repeat it for me, bicho. "

Luis doesn't respond, just smiles so big it reaches his eyes. He makes eye contact again.

"I said I want to only see you well. "

You wave him off. "I'm well. " You tell him but he looks you over before rolling his eyes.

"Here. " He gestures to your lower half and you undo the belt that holds all your guns and knives alike.

He gives you his hands to steady yourself as he helps you rise from your perch on the counter and eventually you're stepping out of your shoes as you shed the rest of your clothes. You grimace because your body throbs in disagreement and your hand is burning again when Luis grabs on.

Your pants are shuffled down to your ankles when he turns your hand over and sees the dried blood, the peeled back skin. "Mi amor, ay. "

"Rope. " You retort, using your feet to pull your pants off the rest of the way. "Grabbed mine a few times on the way down. "

"Ay. Turn. " He says and you shoot him a confused look while you do so, unaware of half the scrapes and knots and bruises on your body.

He clicks his tongue, noticing another gash on your leg that needs stitching. "Pobrecito. " He mutters to himself and you're not sure you heard him correctly.

"I'm not fragile. " You remind him and its clearly a rebuttal because he simply agrees.

"Me disculpo. " The tips of his fingers are featherlight as he gets on one knee to wipe the blood from the back of your thigh.

"Next time you fall from moutain? No more falling. Estaba muy asustado. " He shoots you a look that tells you that yeah, he's being serious.

You sigh as he stands back up to grab stitching material.

"No more falling. " You agree.

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Recalled • Part 6 • 42 - Roland

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Roland remembers when he was six, his father had disappeared in the middle of the night. In the morning police came to the door, breaking in and searching the premises. His mom was crying, holding him and Lilian close as the officers berated her, asking if her children were even her own. Roland is glad that Lilian never remembered the incident, there was so much screaming and broken objects that day. For the longest time, Roland never knew why his father went to jail, but now he does, government theft. He stands with Lilian and his mother on the other side of the apartment door, wondering if it’s really a good decision to be meeting his recently released father; though it's better than being at his grandmother’s.

His mother steps before both of them, “I told him on the way here we were coming a week early, I’ve just got to see if we can come in.”

She knocks on the door, Roland hears a rush of footsteps, and soon the door opens. His mother lets herself in, not fully closing the door as she creates a barrier between her children and their father.

“Sorry, I know I told ya we’d be coming next week, but-” Their mother starts but is cut off by their father.

“No, it is alright, I have already put together lunch for them.”

“You, you’ve put together food already?”

“Yes, they are here, yes?”

“Yes.”

The door opens back up, there’s a waft of delicious-smelling air that enters the hallway. Roland and Lilian walk into the foyer of the apartment. It’s quite a tight space, he’s only three steps in and he’s already face to face with his father. He makes eye contact with him, his father smiles ear to ear. “It is like she said, you look just like me Rolando,” his father pauses for a moment. “Can I call you that, Rolando?”

Roland smiles, he sort of expected this but he wasn’t certain that it would actually happen. “Sure!”

His father steps out of the foyer, and goes into the kitchen, with Roland following him. “Your grandmother used to always get mad when I’d call you that in front of her, I just wanted to make sure you were still okay being called that.” 

“Yeah, she’s a bitch,” Roland mutters still loud enough for his father to hear. “She called ya a filthy immigrant.”

His father smirks. “Of course she did, she’s never liked me.” 

Roland watches as his father pulls what looks like nachos out from the oven. “Migas,” He explains. “It is fried bread crumbs in different shapes, I topped it with cheese and bacon like mi mamá used to make it.”

Roland sees his father’s eyes move to something behind him, his father looks at Lilian. “And you are Lilian, no?” 

Lilian nods, their father smiles. “You have grown up to be such a beautiful girl, I am glad!” Both Lilian and Roland seem to be miffed about this comment. Their mother butts in. “He was arrested when you were four, the doctors didn’t know if you’d make it past the age of five.”

“And how old are you now?” Their father asks Lilian.

“She’ll be 18 in early summer.” Their mother answers him.

“I suppose I’m two years late for your Quinceañera, sorry about that.”

Lilian looks at their mother. “What’s that?”

“It’s a coming-of-age party for girls, and it would’ve been done on your fifteenth birthday.” Their mother explains.

“Then why didn’t I have one?” Lilian asks, their mother looks around nervously.

Roland sighs, looking between both his sister and father. “‘Cause Mr. Taggart wouldn’t have allowed it, that’s also why I wasn’t allowed to take Spanish in high school.”

His father looks over at him, disgruntled. “Who is this, Mr. Taggart?”

“Our old stepdad,” Roland replies. “Mom got a divorce since then, obviously, or else I wouldn’t be here.”

Roland talks a bit more. “I actually had no idea I was half-Spanish until a month ago. I never knew you were Spanish.”

There’s a half-saddened smile on his father’s face. “You did, you used to call me papá all the time and I would read you Spanish stories before bed,” He was looking up, remembering it all, and he then looked down at Roland again. “You forgot all about me, didn’t you?”

Roland chokes up. “I-I did, I forgot I had even met ya, it wasn't until I saw the pictures, and Martha and Otto, that…” He trails off after a few words.

His father shakes his head, “I’m sorry, we should stop talking about that, it is making you sad,” He takes a spatula to the mound of migas, putting a part of it on a plate. He gives it to Roland, tilting his head to the table, indicating that he wants him to sit there. “Go eat, you’ll feel better.” 

Roland sits down and eats as his father plates migas for the others. The migas look a little funny, some look like tortilla chips while others are more like croutons. 

“Is it good?” His father asks as he comes over to the table, Roland nods with his mouth full. “Good!” His father smiles.

“So, what have you been up to patito?” His father looks too Lilian.

Lilian lifts her head. “I’ve just been working hard on school, they’ve already told me I won’t be graduating this year.” 

“Well, you are doing your best, that’s all that matters. You are doing very well for your condition, most people like you can’t even walk.” 

“I can swim too!”

“That’s amazing!” He turns to Roland. “And how have you been? Are you doing postsecondary now?”

“He’s doing aviation lessons at a pilot academy, somehow he knows how to fly. How did you know how to do that Roland?” His mother asks.

Roland averts his eyes from the table. “Have you ever heard of a raid on an airplane graveyard?”

There’s the clatter of a glass hitting the table and spinning around, Roland looks back at his father who's gone pale. 

“It got raided?” He asks. Roland quints his eyes at him ‘This guy knows more than he’s letting on.’

“It was bound to be, they knew it existed about two years prior,” Roland explains.

“You were there when it happened, yes?”

“No, I got unwound a year before.”

His father takes a moment before he speaks. “Then if you were there? How did you get unwound?”

Roland decides to tell him nothing. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to,” He looks at his mom. “A guy there took me in and taught me how to fly a chopper.”

His mom smiled, “How nice of him.”

“Yeah, and then he convinced two unwinds to kill five of ‘em.” The room goes silent, his family stares at him.

“Oh yeah and then after that some other guy trapped me in a metal box,” He takes another bite of his food. “I did deserve it but not for the reason he put me in there.”

His parents just stare at him in awe. “How did you not die before getting unwound?” His mom asks.

Roland looks up from his plate. “Because everyone was afraid of me, and they had the right to be.” 

Roland finishes up the migas, but his parents are still stuck in place.

“What happens at a Quinceañera?” Their father has his attention pulled to Lilian, who asks the question. 

“Well there’s a lot of traditions, but when we celebrated my sister’s, we invited almost everyone we knew; we had it at a banquet hall, and she danced the whole night away,” He laughs. “I don’t expect you to do all that, especially the first dance, you barely know me, and I wouldn’t want to force you into a father and daughter dance.” 

Lilian looks up from her plate again. “Well, you already seem better than our last dad. Would I be wearing a dress when I dance with you?” 

“Oh yes, you’d be wearing a very pretty dress, you can even wear a crown if you want, I hear most girls like doing that.” 

Lilian lets out a squeal of excitement, their mother is bewildered by her amount of enthusiasm. 

Roland laughs as he washes off his plate. “Sorry, I might have told her I’d try to convince you to get her a pretty dress for her birthday.” He tells his mother. 

“I suppose it will be a dieciochoañera instead then.” His father says. 

Roland and his father finish washing off all the dishes, Roland watches over his shoulder as Lilian tries to make a paper crane out of a napkin. He looks back to his father as they store the dishes. “I have something to tell you, why don’t we step into the living room?” His father says Roland follows him into the small living room. There are pictures on the wall of people he’s never seen before. He spots a picture of an older woman with his father, she looks like she could be his mother. 

“Is that my grandma?” Roland asks his father nods. “Yes, but that’s not what I brought you in for.” He goes to the dresser underneath the collage of pictures and pulls out paperwork. 

“Did your mother ever tell you why I went to jail?”

“I heard you committed government theft.” 

“Yes, that is the vague crime that they put on my record.”

Roland takes a step back, weary of him.

“Let’s just say that if I committed government theft then so did you.”

“…what?…” 

His father hands him over the paperwork, and Roland finds that it’s a document of his recruitment into the A.D.R. one year before he was born. Roland’s eyes widened as he looked back at his father, he was glad he didn’t tell his father how he got unwound. 

“It is considered government theft when you harbour AWOLs, I had done that job for seven years before I got caught.” 

“That’s… amazing,” Roland looks at the page some more, Danilo Delgado. “Heh, that’s funny, your initials are D.D.” 

“Hah, yes, Danilo Delgado, I think we named your middle name after me, it is Daniel, yes?”

“Mhm!”

“Yes, the American version of Danilo, I think originally your middle name was going to be Franrosa, but I think you already know why it isn’t.”

“My grandmother, your mother-in-law.”

“Right.”

‘Roland Franrosa McMary.’ He thinks. “Darn, it’s such a nice name too.” 

“Yes, but that’s not what I’m here to talk about. Rolando, I know you’ve been unwound, if there’s anything you want to talk about with me, you can do it here.” His father tells him. 

Roland stays silent for a bit, there is something that he wants to tell him, that he hasn’t told his mother, but it has nothing to do with unwinding.

“I hear they’re not too fond of yins or yangs in Europe, how do you feel about them?”

His father is taken aback, “I don’t have a problem with that, I think most of the cases I worked on were kids thrown out because of it; but what does that have to do with you?”

“Because I have a boyfriend.” 

“Oh.”

The atmosphere becomes really awkward until Roland talks again.

“He gave me a bouquet of flowers recently, ‘cause we won't be seeing each other much anymore.”

His father blinks, “You are a very interesting man.”

Roland becomes defensive, “Is that bad?”

“No, no,” His father assures him. “But when you said I wouldn’t like the answer you’d give me about your unwinding I thought that maybe you’d be more comfortable talking one on one.”

Roland shakes his head, if he didn’t say it before he won’t say it now. “I haven’t made peace with the people I put in danger, until then, I’m not telling you anything.”

“I understand.”

“Thank you.” 

Roland and his father leave the living room, Roland comes over to the living room seeing that Lilian has finished her paper crane.

“I’ve got to get back over to the campus now, it was nice meeting you!” He tells his father.

“It was nice meeting you too.”

Roland hugs his mother and Lilian goodbye before exiting the apartment. 

At night Roland lies staring at the ceiling, he watches light appear on the ceiling from the window as cars go by. He feels Trevor shift around and tuck himself in Roland’s neck.

“You seem comfortable.” He says to Trevor. 

Trevor hums, stroking a finger against the shirt that separates him from Roland’s chest. “I think I’d be more comfortable if you were shirtless.” He snickers.

“Not yet,” Roland tells him.

Roland looks at the wall of Polaroids beside Trevor’s bed.

“Who’s that girl?” Roland asks. 

“Huh, oh, that’s a friend of mine,” Trevor tucks himself back into Roland’s neck. “Are we going to bed now then?” He yawns.

Roland pulls Trevor’s hand from his chest, he takes it up to his lips and kisses it. “Yeah.” Roland shifts himself inward towards Trevor and covers them in the blanket.

[cybercutie2002]

Hey q.t's!!! tomorrow is miga world stories episode 8. As you know I will be going up to 20 episodes since I have a lot of time while I am on my half term. I have a lot of homework to catch up during school break. There is a question down below.

Look at the question really well. You'll find your answer in episode 7 on my YouTube channel. https://youtube.com/@jaforreal2023

Bye for now!

[bleedingoptimism]

tag ten people you want to know better :)

Tagged by: @lawrencebshoggoth | omg im being perceived 💕 thank you

Relationship status: dating some dude, nothing serious yet

Song stuck in my head: oh my my my by troye silvan cause a friend of mine just made me listen to him for like 2 hours

Last song I listened to: lurk by the neighbourhood

Three favorite foods: sanguchitos de miga; rice with tuna, asado

Last thing I googled: the cast of black mirror cause i was curious about an actor (he was the guy from the mummy, not brennan. his brother in law)

Dream trip: i know its dumb but i really wanna take all my friends to disney 

Anything I want right now: deep answer: a healthier body. dumb answer: a lot of money (to travel)

Tags: @inklessletter @firefly-party @sparkle-fiend @harmonictechnicality @sp0o0kylights @chronicrabbit @s0ciallyinapt @munsonsleftnut @lihhelsing @tinkerbclla

[lioryaakov]

Broke: sour creme vs apple sauce on latkes

Woke: sour creme vs salsa on migas tacos

[natsutakashi]

hello, prettiest blog ever 😘💕💕💕

I MEAN- you're lying but i'll take the compliment 🤍🤍

[collinear]

ANTONIO BANDERAS (you don't know the anon here... )

sdfjuhgydhisa yeah this is totally secret

The Skin I Live In (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Pain and Glory

The Legend of Zorro

send me an actor/actress and I’ll tell you my top 3 projects they did

[miguxadraws]

Sheriff Pomni

she better not catch you lacking

[leethedick]

“What do you mean, we aren’t alone?” / seth

            você não tá sentindo? -- abaixou-se sutilmente para poder sussurrar para @setevans. richard estava longe de ser uma pessoa medrosa, mas depois de todas as histórias assustadoras que havia ouvido de sua amiga de infância, era impossível não se arrepiar toda vez que o vento parecia soprar próximo demais de sua nuca. -- eu disse que era uma aventura, não disse? surprise, a emmy que indicou o lugar. -- o que deveria ter sido um sinal vermelho desde o começo, mas a sua curiosidade sempre falava mais alto. -- mas enfim, quem foi que teve essa ideia idiota, hein. vamos embora. -- mesmo que tentasse esconder que estava com medo, seus passos eram tão largos quanto suas pernas longas permitiam enquanto praticamente arrastava seth para fora do galpão abandonado que ele havia tido a brilhante ideia de explorar.

[96plots]

Aecha says “Stay.”

Jinri não queria fazer isso. Ela realmente não queria. Mas não via outra solução. Sabia que nem todo mundo levava suas emoções tão intensamente quanto ela, sabia que Aecha era muito mais tímida e introvertida. Mas também sabia que esse é um de seus relacionamentos recentes que mais durou, sabia que a amava mais do que conseguia colocar em palavras. Sabia que a aparente indiferença de Aecha a magoava. E ela tentou. Várias e várias vezes tentou se convencer de que talvez tudo fosse só insegurança, de que talvez a namorada se sentisse da mesma forma, talvez ela fosse só tímida mesmo e não indiferente. Mas, aos olhos de Jinri, Aecha não fazia nada para provar isso. Então, pensando no que seria melhor para si mesma, decidiu colocar um fim em tudo.

“Ficar?”, tentava deixar a voz num tom neutro, não queria se deixar vulnerável e mostrar a Aecha o quanto aquilo estava deixando-a triste. Dizer que queria terminar já tinha sido difícil o suficiente. “Não dá mais, Aecha. Não assim. Não posso ficar com uma pessoa que não me ama enquanto espero que ela mude. Tenho que ser um pouco egoísta às vezes e pensar em como isso está me magoando. E eu... Eu não posso mais”.

Jinri esperou que Aecha fosse falar alguma coisa. Uma parte dela tinha esperança de que a outra fosse dizer algo que pudesse salvar o relacionamento das duas. Mas seu silêncio foi resposta suficiente. Jinri então pegou suas coisas e foi embora, mas não conseguia se livrar da sensação de que tinha deixado uma parte sua para trás.

[hyejinniie]

beat dance with them.

qualquer um que a conhecesse pelo menos um pouquinho sabia que hye jin não era do tipo que dançava. nas poucas vezes que conseguiram arrastar a tímida garota pra fora de casa para uma festa, seu papel era de ficar de olho nas bebidas e cuidar para que ninguém fizesse besteira. todos precisavam de uma mom friend, afinal, e hye jin era definitivamente essa amiga. “eu não acredito que você conseguiu me convencer a fazer isso!” ela não pôde evitar a risada solta que saiu de sua boca. essa noite tinha sido uma grande surpresa. ela realmente tinha dançado, de sua própria forma desajeitada, com miyoung e até – pasmem! – se divertido! 

[holonbound-blog]

Chase/Migas ;)

Let’s Get This [Ship] / Accepting !

(disclaimer, these are gonna be for when chase has his own body again)

who wakes up first in the morning

Chase for gen:LOCK training

who’s the first to fall asleep at night

Migas, esp if they spent the night playing Siege

what they playfully tease each other over

They both tease each other about how much of a disaster they both were when they found out they had crushes on each other (and before they knew it was reciprocated)

what they do when the other’s having a bad day

Migas will find Chase and drag him into one of their rooms and just snuggle him, offer to go with him into the Ether so they can game together and let off steam. Same in return for Migas when he’s feeling down. Or they just cuddle and talk about anything and everything, joke with each other, bond over the Old Days before New York

how they say ‘i’m sorry’ after arguments

Chase apologizes and slams Migas with the puppy dog eyes; Migas makes tools / engineering puns until Chase cracks and smiles.

which one’s more ticklish

Migas, and Chase will exploit the hell out of it

their favourite rainy day activities

Hanging out in the Ether, either gaming or catching shows

how they surprise each other

Like with gifts? Or in general. Because if in general, Chase will literally mix in wherever Migas is and startle him. He finds it adorable

their most sickening shows of public affection

Cheek kisses and little nuzzles