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void-of-unparalled-chaos · 8 months ago

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Slap a Bow on It

"Contrary to popular belief, Danny wasn’t stupid. He could be a bit oblivious, but he always got there in the end. So when Danny woke up the next morning and realized that last night wasn’t a dream, he had an epiphany. He was being courted by the super hot and apparently undead crime lord who ran the haunt on the other side of the street."

@deadonmayn Day 1: Courting Rituals | Flickering | Dinner is interrupted by a rogue/gang fight | "Are they gone yet?"

TW: Danny is thirsty as hell, mentions/allusions to nsfw but nothing explicit

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Danny blinked.

He could only assume that the crime lord, illuminated purely by the light of the fridge in the otherwise dark apartment, blinked back. The helmet didn't give anything away, red plating and slanted eye whites impassive. Good for being sexy menacing. Not so good for reading emotions.

Danny blinked again, wiping the rheum from his eyes with pinched fingers. He squinted once more at Red Hood, who for some reason was in his apartment at - Danny glanced at the clock - three in the morning. He seemed perfectly content to be digging through Danny’s fridge, if a little sheepish at being caught.

He should probably be more angry that his apartment was broken into. He absolutely was when he first woke to the uncomfortable feeling of an uninvited guest in his lair, but after seeing the vigilante’s arms laden with food his metaphorical hackles relaxed. The apartment was shitty anyway.

If anything, Danny was confused as to why he was here judging his fridge’s contents and playing Tetris with tupperware. It wasn’t like they knew each other.

Danny blinked a third time just to really make sure he was seeing what he was seeing, "...Hi?"

"Hey," Red Hood unfroze, seemingly recovered from being caught, and resumed stuffing what looked like a container of tamales into his fridge.

Danny couldn’t help but feel sullen at the dismissal. He'd woken up only for the admittedly hot trespasser with thick thighs to barely glance at him. Unacceptable.

"Do you want anything to drink?" Danny must have been momentarily possessed by the ghost of Midwestern manners with how urgent the offer seemed.

"Nah," Red Hood stuffed another container into the fridge, turning to look back at Danny, "You don't have any allergies, do you?"

"Nah."

Red Hood nodded, pulling out a bag of rotten lettuce. He held it away from himself like it might try to bite him. In Danny’s experience, it very well could.

“Do you ever clean out your fridge?”

Danny shrugged, “It’s finals week. I’ve got to keep my GPA above 3.5 if I want to keep my scholarship. No chores. Only study.”

Red Hood nodded solemnly as he threw the lettuce into the trash, “No chores. Only study.”

They fell into silence. Danny watched as the crime lord sifted through his fridge, pulling out rotten food as he went. “Is this because I decked that mugger? Cause’ he deserved it.”

Red Hood very pointedly threw the expired milk carton into the trash can.

“Okay then…” Danny yawned, “Well if that's all I’m going back to bed.”

“Kay.”

Danny shrugged, turned on his heel, and left the crime lord to rifle through his kitchen.

___👻___

When Danny awoke the next day, he was greeted by a clean apartment. The absence of crumbs on the freshly swept floor felt odd on his feet, although it was certainly much more pleasant. The trash had been taken out and a new bag had already been installed. He passed by the sink on the way to make coffee, the dishes that had been filling it suspiciously absent.

Danny would deny to the ancients and back that his knees went weak when he found the coffee maker already set and filled with grounds... his sister must never know.

As he waited for the cup to brew, he opened his fridge for creamer only to come face to face with more home cooked food than he’d ever seen in his life. Danny pulled the food out plastic container by plastic container to stare at in disbelief. Tamales, chicken mole, Mexican rice, enchiladas, and carne asada… It was only a handful of containers, but still. It wasn’t as if his parents had done much in the way of cooking with all their time spent in the lab. Jazz could throw together something basic but nothing like this.

The local hot crime lord slash vigilante had broken in at three in the morning to feed him and clean his apartment. Huh.

No time to think about that. He has a final on differential equations in five hours and minimal time to cram. Danny stirs the creamer into his coffee, heats up some Mexican rice, and sits down at the untouched mess of notebooks, paper, and textbooks on his kitchen table.

He studies until he has to leave for the exam, only getting up to refill his coffee and get more food. The tamales are pretty fricken good, but they make it hard to focus on the numbers scribbled across his notebook. It’s like each bite is urging him to go back into the kitchen and cook, which is odd considering that Danny can’t cook and he already has enough food to last him through the next day or two (courtesy of the sexy crime lord).

He leaves the exam room feeling good only for his mood to immediately crumble when he remembers that he has an aerodynamics final at eight the next morning followed by gasdynamics at one. He takes a brief break to faceplant on the table, scream, refill his coffee for the umpteenth time, and eat some more food but inevitably resigns himself to pulling an all-nighter. Time becomes liquid after that. It’s all just a blur of numbers and properties and instructional videos.

At some point, he registers another presence in the apartment. Danny recognizes the ecto signature from the night before so he pays it no mind. Let Hood poke around, Danny has to read more about Newton’s Third Law. What was he going to do? Feed him again?

The answer was apparently yes.

The background noise of shuffling in the fridge and washing empty containers stops and is replaced by soft, mechanical-sounding breaths. Hood is standing next to him, plastic container in hand as he watches Danny run through the Quizlet on his laptop.

Danny’s got around eighty percent of the terms memorized. Just another twenty percent to go. He types in the answer for a new blank.

Red Hood pokes his shoulder.

Danny grumbles. His response came back wrong.

His shoulder is poked again.

Danny ignores it and moves on to the next blank.

He continues unbothered for an uncertain amount of time. The words on the screen are blurry like he is trying to read underwater. His mouth splits into an entirely too wide, jaw-cracking yawn. His uninvited guest coos at him as Danny rubs at his eyes. The next thing he knows, his laptop is shut closed and moved away. It feels like any and all visual processing is delayed. Danny stares blankly at the spot the computer used to sit.

Something slides in front of him to replace the laptop. His core chirps when he realizes it's food. Hood’s answering chirp as he guides a fork into his hand is deep and rumbly with the faint stutterings of a purr. Danny starts to purr in return as he sleepily munches on the casserole.

Before long the empty plate is taken away. Danny slumps down on the newfound table space and tries to fight off sleep.

“I think it's time for you to go to bed.”

“Noooooo! I’v gotta study fr' aero’namics.”

“You’re slurring your words there, handsome.”

Danny’s sleep-deprived brain screeched to a halt. His core chirped to attention, “Flat’ry ain’t gettin’ you nowhere.”

“It was worth a shot.”

Danny smushed his face further into the wood to hide his blush and distracted himself by blindly reaching for his coffee mug. Upon noticing, the vigilante moved it out of reach. Danny whined into the table.

“You can’t overwork yourself like this, Danny,” Red Hood carried the mug to the sink and poured it down the drain. Cruel, cruel man. “I know you’ve got exams but your scores won’t be any good if you go into them like this. You've got to take care of yourself,” He lightly squeezed Danny’s shoulder. Danny hadn’t even heard him move across the kitchen. “Can you do that, darlin’? For me?”

Danny groaned, “F’ne. But only cause’ ur hot.”

The vigilante snorted. It sounded odd through the helmet but not bad. “I’m happy to hear it! Now let's get you to bed.”

___👻___

Contrary to popular belief, Danny wasn’t stupid.

He had been helping his parents in the lab since he was four, and he was nearly a straight-A student before the accident. He was an aerospace engineering major with a hefty GPA of 3.8, and most importantly, he’s had extensive lessons on ghosts, the Infinite Realms, and their culture.

He could be a bit oblivious, but he always got there in the end.

So when Danny woke up the next morning and realized that last night wasn’t a dream, he had an epiphany. The thought kept running through his head as he stared at the food in the fridge, the clean apartment, and the prepped coffee maker.

He was being courted.

He was being courted by the super hot and apparently undead crime lord who ran the haunt on the other side of the street.

Danny had never been courted before!

Sure, occasionally there was someone who tried to shoot their shot, but it always fell flat in the end. It was an unfortunate side effect of being undead. Every human relationship he had felt… lacking. Like it was missing something.

Val had come pretty close. All the fighting and shooting felt like a mimicry of ghostly courtship behavior. It's what had drawn Danny to her in the first place, but Val wasn’t fighting him in a display of power and capability. She had genuinely wanted to end him.

There was also the incident with Kitty, but she was overshadowing Paulina and mimicking human behaviors. There was never any ghostly courtship involved, and besides, she was only dating him to make Johnny jealous.

This is Danny’s first time being properly courted!

What is he going to do about it?

He decided that the question could wait until after finals.

The next few days pass by much the same as before: a tortuous cycle of studying, caffeine, minimal sleep, screaming, and exams. Red Hood continues to stop by and deliver food. Danny has got to figure out the dude’s actual name or a nickname or something. He refuses to keep calling his potential partner Red Hood. When you take away the scary crime lord persona it just sounds like a condom brand. He could always use a pet name, but it feels wrong given that Danny hasn’t shown much reciprocation outside of allowing Hood into his lair. Instead, Danny settles on greeting him with a trill and a series of chirps.

As soon as he finishes his last final he flops face down into bed. Tomorrow he’ll get to work on reciprocating Red Hood’s efforts. His kitchen is blessedly clean of any ecto contamination. Without the food fighting back, he should be able to whip up something presentable. How hard could following a recipe be?

___👻___

Danny was wrong.

Staring at the stove which was somehow on fire, Danny couldn’t help but finally understand why Jazz had never allowed him in the kitchen. He quickly rushes to turn off the heat. Danny doesn’t have a fire extinguisher. He’s a broke college student with just enough money to live on the outskirts of Crime Alley. Why would he ever be able to afford a fire extinguisher?

Danny slams a lid over the pot to smother the flames erupting from it and wacks the stovetop with a damp towel. As the fire dies down he glares at the somehow burnt gnocchi sitting ever so innocently in boiling water. He probably could have just iced it. The ice would melt into water and put out the fire, right?

He takes another look at the ruined food as the bubbles die down and decides he’s probably just cursed. Not all hope is lost though, Danny reasons as he dumps the ruined gnocchi down the garbage disposal. So Italian cuisine was not his forte. That’s okay! He’ll just try a different recipe!

___👻___

The recipe said quick and easy.

This was neither quick nor easy.

He dumped the carbonized remains of food into the trash with a sigh. It was French toast! How could someone go so wrong with French toast? The kitchen looked like something had exploded in it for ancients’ sake!

Danny thunked his head onto the counter, uncaring of the milk and eggs coating it. An entire loaf of bread gone and not a single edible piece of toast to show for it! He groaned. Maybe he just… wasn’t cut out for this whole courting thing.

Dejectedly, he lifted his head and began to wipe down the counter with paper towels. He really liked Hood.

He was funny! While he mostly left Danny alone during his study sessions, Danny had seen the viral videos. Hood knew how to crack a good death joke, and the compilations of him ragging on Batman were something to aspire to.

He cared for people! The sponsored soup kitchens and homeless programs were an open secret in Crime Alley, and the working girls were paid well. The street kids knew they were safe in the Alley because anyone who tried to touch them would end up with their head in a duffle bag. Red Hood protected them.

And ancients was he hot! Thick thighs for days and strong arms that could probably lift Danny like a couple of grapes. Danny wouldn’t mind being thrown around by a guy like that. He would happily let him pin him to a wall and box him in and then Danny could sink his fangs into his shoulder and then-

Okay! Stop! Too far! That’s awfully ambitious for someone who can’t even cook a proper courting gift. Think, Danny, Think!

Okay… okay. So he can’t cook. That’s fine because Danny can build. He’s been building things since he was practically a toddler. He can make something easy peasy!

What about a gun? Red Hood seemed to like guns. Danny’s core purred at the idea. If he had to guess, the vigilante had a protection obsession of some sort. A gun was something that could protect Red Hood but also be used to protect others in his haunt and directly feed into his obsession. Yes! The gun idea was good.

But then again, Hood had been working with Batman more and more frequently, and with that had been using guns less and less. How often could the gun be used? No, no. This courting gift should be usable in all scenarios.

What about a knife? Yes! A knife could work! As far as Danny knew, Batman didn't have anything against knives. Surely a knife paled in comparison to Robin's katana. A knife was sneaky and quiet, good for stealth missions unlike a gun, and easier to carry for everyday use.

Danny hummed, nodding to himself. He’d do the knife first and save the gun for later. He was going to need supplies.

Danny wiped the dripping egg away from his forehead before it could get into his eyes. But first, he was going to need a shower.

___👻___

So…

It could’ve gone worse.

Despite basically being raised reverse-engineering his parents’ inventions, Danny had never tried to make a knife. He could gut a microwave from the local back alley dumpster and Macgyver it into a functioning weapon, but building a makeshift forge on short notice and hammering steel down into a smooth curve was a whole different ballpark. Luckily the local trade school had a forge, and after some good old-fashioned bribery, they allowed Danny access. That was the first problem out of the way. Unfortunately, the second problem remained. It was fine. Danny was used to thinking on his feet.

After many YouTube videos and failed attempts Danny had a somewhat presentable blade. With a saw edge on the top and a sharp curve similar to a khukuri on the bottom, it certainly didn’t look like a beginner's design.

He probably shouldn’t have skipped straight to a more advanced shape. Danny hadn’t managed to fix the slight warp of the blade, and maybe the practice beforehand would have done him some good. Regardless, it was too late to fix it after the ecto wash, and he didn’t think the warp would affect the performance too negatively. Besides, with the ectoplasm infused into it the knife should cut through ghosts with no problem.

Danny had spent entirely too long trying to find the perfect shade of red leather for the handle, but in the end, he accurately matched it to Red Hood’s helmet. He had wanted to incorporate some protective runes into the leather, but he had no idea how to make a lasting pattern that wouldn’t affect the user’s comfort. Eventually, he decided it was an idea to be saved for another project.

With his courting gift complete, all that was left to do was break into Red Hood’s lair and give it to him…

That sounded wrong. Give the knife to him. It’s not an innuendo! Great. Now he’s thinking about those thick thighs again. Stop! Bad Danny!

He shook himself to dispel the train of thought. Danny had a different, more pressing problem to deal with: How could he present a knife to a vigilante without it coming across as a threat? He didn’t have a box for it, and the knife didn’t have a sheath yet. He could always make himself the box and store it in his chest, but watching someone pull random items out of their body was apparently gross and disturbing, or so he’d been told. What if he just-

Danny yanked open the kitchen junk drawer and began to root around. After a few seconds of sifting, he pulled out his prize and ever so gently stuck it to the knife. The green gift bow was squished on one end but remained comically large on the blade. He bounced up and down on his toes. It was so stupid that it just might work.

Feeling the cool rush of invisibility, Danny phased through the wall of his apartment to greet the early morning light beginning to peak over the buildings. Floating in the air for a minute, he absently fiddled with the bow on his courting gift. With the city starting to wake, Hood should be returning to his lair.

It didn’t take long for him to fly past the unseen territory lines and into Crime Alley. Danny had crossed through Hood’s haunt before. It had never felt aggressive like some in the Ghost Zone. Red Hood's haunt was more curious, probing with a warning to behave himself. The haunt felt different this time around. Now it felt welcoming rather than wary, warm. If Danny closed his eyes, he could almost imagine being held in a protective embrace. His core hummed in response, seeking out the other’s resonance.

Danny had never been to Hood’s lair. He hadn’t even been given directions, but he didn’t need them. He'd simply follow Hood’s ecto signature to where the haunt’s energy was most concentrated. Like the dead equivalent of a bloodhound.

Danny took his time meandering toward the heart of the haunt. He’d never been this far into Crime Alley before, and he didn’t want to get turned around. That was a lie. Danny was nervous and stalling. Doubts flew unbridled through his head.

What if the knife wasn’t good enough? What if the bow didn’t work? What if Red Hood thought he was threatening him? What if Danny blew his shot? Danny had already screwed up so many other things in his life, he didn’t want to screw this up too!

There was only so long he could stall. Jittery with nerves, Danny floated outside a decrepit apartment building. The entire structure was practically drenched in Red Hood’s ecto signature, but it radiated in waves from a unit on the top floor. Danny took a breath to steady his racing heart and struggled to quiet his core. It was now or never.

He cautiously phased halfway through the wall, chirping in greeting. The apartment was clean and orderly. The fireplace and full bookshelves gave it a homey feel that sharply contrasted with the worn and weathered bricks on the outer wall. The lack of weapons was a surprise. Even if he couldn't see them Danny figured they were still there, well hidden in the otherwise normal apartment.

A surprised sound draws his attention to the man on the couch. He’s built like a quarterback, lounging on one side as he struggles to stitch a laceration across his ribcage with a needle in one hand and a handheld mirror in the other. It's hard not to get distracted by the autopsy scar running cleanly across his collarbone and down to his pelvis. Danny wants to lick it.

Piercing blue eyes search the apartment, arm lowering the mirror. Danny is thankful that he's still invisible. With the heat flooding to his ears, he’s sure he’s as red as a tomato. Danny’s practically drooling at tousled black and white hair and the long scar reaching up from under his jaw to his hairline like a flower stretching for the sun. His crooked nose, clearly broken and healed many times over, only adds to his beauty. Red Hood is truly a modern-day Adonis.

Hood’s wounded side finally registers in Danny’s brain, rearranging his priorities and catapulting his obsession to the front. Immediately he lets his invisibility drop, absently shoving the knife into his chest for safekeeping. Hood makes a distressed sound as he does so which urges Danny forward. His hands hover worriedly over the man as he pushes as much help/comfort/safety/concern into his aura as possible.

He reaches to take the threaded needle from Red Hood’s hand only to be nudged away.

“It’s fine. I can do it myself.”

"Hood, let me help."

"Jason,” he licks his lips, “My name is Jason."

"Jason," Danny gently cups Jason’s face in his hands, "Please let me help, Jason."

Blue eyes gaze into his own. The ever-so-faint hints of green within them are captivating, swirling in a hypnotic dance that leaves Danny in a daze. Finally, Jason looks away and nods, breaking the trance between them and passing the needle over.

Danny allows himself to revert to the mindset of his vigilante days. He stitches the wound with a single-minded focus, practiced hands falling back into a familiar rhythm. Jason watches the entire time, staring intently at his face as he works. Danny struggles to keep his core quiet and pretends not to notice, taping a bandage over the cut. His fingers graze over Jason's body, checking it over for any other injuries. Jason allows it to happen with a distinct feeling of affection/amusement.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“Nah. The kevlar usually prevents stuff like this. I was just unlucky.”

“Good.”

Danny runs his fingers through the white tuft in Jason’s hair, pushing the strands out of his face. His core kickstarts like an engine with a vengeance, humming and searching for Jason’s core song in anticipation. Danny squeaks, stumbling backward. He smothers the sound and quiets his core, but with the look on Jason’s face, he hadn’t been quick enough.

“Sorry!” Danny stutters out, flushing.

Jason’s expression shifts to confusion, “Why are you apologizing?”

“I’m being way too forward,” Danny drags his hands down his face in embarrassment, “We haven’t had a spar yet and fuck! I haven’t even given you your courting gift yet, but here I am! Invading your space and trying to harmonize! I’m so sorry.”

“Lucky for you I like forward,” Jason gently grasped his hands, lowering them away from his face. His palms felt warm against Danny’s skin, “Is that what you shoved into your chest earlier? A courting gift?” Jason punctuated the sentence with a gentle kiss to Danny's slow pulse.

Danny nodded, stunned. Tearing his gaze away from Jason’s lips, he reached into his chest and pulled out the knife. Jason chuckles, his eyes crinkling in mirth, “You put a bow on it?”

Danny grinned, his fangs on full display, “Well I had to make it presentable, didn’t I?”

He gets down on one knee, head bowed and knife held upwards in offering as if he were a knight presenting a sword to a king. Jason gingerly lifts it out of his hands, cradling it like a precious gem. Danny watches as his fingers trace the edge.

“It feels like you,” Jason looks to Danny for answers, eyes wide with wonder and a beautiful flush on his face.

“I wanted to make sure it was effective against ghosts, but it's hard to find enough clean ectoplasm around here. I sorta just… used my own?” Danny rubs the back of his neck with a wince, “Do you like it?”

He waits in anxious anticipation as Jason stands from the couch. Jason sets the blade gently down on the coffee table behind Danny before tugging him into his arms, “I love it, baby,” his words vibrate over a purr that Danny can feel in his bones, “Just don’t go hurting yourself for courting gifts anymore.”

Danny groaned, tucking his face under Jason’s chin. “You have no idea how much that narrows my options down.”

Jason laughs.

Danny pulls away to look up at him, lightly batting at Jason’s peck “I’m serious, Jason! I can’t cook for shit! You’re gonna need to wait a long ass time until I can get my hands on more ecto. I hope you’re ready to wait because it’s going to take me months to build that gun now!”

“You wanted to make me a gun?”

“Yeah? I was going to have one ready in the next few weeks but-”

Jason’s smile is dazzling as he leans down to press his lips to Danny’s. Danny forgets to breathe as he melts into the kiss. He’s tugged forward until they are chest-to-chest on the couch, cores close together. Danny’s not sure whose core starts to hum first, but the sound is unmistakable as they waver between pitches. Danny bites at Jason’s lips, making a pleased sound when they part for him.

It’s weird to be doing this before a spar. It’s backward, unconventional. Danny can’t find it in himself to care.

It’s a wondrous thing when their cores synchronize. Something finally clicks, like a lock snapping into place, and suddenly Danny can feel so much. The humming harmony of their cores permeates every single one of Danny’s nerves. The rush of giddy happiness is unlike anything he’s felt before. He can feel Jason, too. The rampant emotions fling between them until it's hard to tell whose is whose. In Jason’s arms with a core bond in place, Danny has never felt so secure in his life.

This. This is what he's been missing.

Danny breaks away from their kiss to nip at Jason’s jawline, paying special attention to the scar. Jason makes a pleased sound, tugging lightly at his hair.

“Your teeth are sharp as fuck.”

“Aren’t yours?”

Jason nuzzles under Danny’s shirt collar and into his shoulder. Danny shudders as he feels canines dig into his skin. They’re sharp, but not as sharp as his.

Danny giggles, pressing a kiss to Jason’s hair. “I want to see how skilled you actually are with those teeth. Once you’ve healed we can have a proper spar.”

“I’ll show you a proper spar,” Jason grumbles.

Suddenly Danny is pinned, lying on the couch with Jason’s weight on top of him. Jason kisses his cheek, tucking his head back into the crook of his neck with a contented sigh. It's like the world's best weighted blanket, Danny thinks as his eyes droop shut in relaxation.

They remain like that in silence, basking in the positive emotions and comfort of their new bond. It’s about ten minutes later that Danny finally breaks it.

“Why me?”

“Hmm?”

“Just… why court me? I know I pass through your haunt now and then but we’ve only actually seen each other like… once. What could I have possibly done to catch your attention?”

“You punched a mugger.”

“Yeah… so?”

“You knocked the fucker out in one blow before I could even lift a finger.”

“And?”

Jason lifted his head to give him a pointed look.

Danny stared back.

Oh…

Oh!

“Do you have a competency kink!?”

Jason flushed, ducking his head back down with a groan.

#Danny: You have a competence kink!#Jason: I do not have a competency kink.#Jason a few weeks later after watching Danny shoot a man with a Macgyver-ed microwave: Fuck... do I have a competency kink?#I'm not actually sure if this leans more toward a T rating or an M rating and I would appreciate input #Slap a Bow on It #deadonmayn24 #my writing #dpxdc #dead on main #dom24d1

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howtotrainabraincell · 6 months ago

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Head Cannon bc I can - What kinds affectionate the different assassins would be - Part 1

Ezio Auditore da Firenze - The Lover of Love. Family man very affectionate/grew up in a loving closely knit family/family oriented/notices little things/sweetheart with a side of spice/he reminds me of the hot tamale candy lol spicy AND sweet at the same time bc he can be a cinnamon roll one second and then become the oven that you PUT the cinnamon roll IN. He seems like he would play the lute for you the few chords that he learned when he was younger that is, and he MIGHT sing but don't count on it haha. Man wrote some real nice letters when he was older so I bet he would try his hand at love letters no matter which Ezio you prefer, and they would be sweet. Loves to give hand kisses whether they be sweet or steamy. Often comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you in a hug, and imo LOVES it when you rake your fingers through his hair gently scratching his scalp. Would instantly be down bad for someone who cooks Italian food for him because it makes him feel loved and cared for.

Bayek of Siwa - The Kind Lover. Proud affection/"look at how awesome my partner is I worship the ground they walk on"/offers an arm for escort/is not afraid to hold your hand/great at letting people know where they stand and setting boundaries so no one will be confused about who he has feelings for. Very attentive and notices the little things/can kick ass and then some but is so gentle and sweet with the one he loves (no one touches a hair on their head or disturbs the air around them or so help him Anubis...) /great at communicating and is not afraid to talk about feelings. Have a feeling that he enjoys fresh baked bread and anything sweet he can get his hands on, and also loves to share them with his love. NO ONE can tell me that he doesn't take good care of the person he loves because man is a sweetheart protector and dang good provider. Forehead kisses are a big thing with him, where he gently cradles your head to do so, and lots of eye contact when he tells you that he loves you.

Edward Kenway - The Cheeky Pirate. sexual tension/handsy and cheeky but will stop if you're uncomfy/he knows when to behave/won't hesitate to smooch you to the ninth realm and back if someone looks at you like they want you/ have a feeling that he is BIG TIME into holding his partner in front of him at the wheel and steering the Jackdaw (letting them drive but not really)/spoils his loved one rotten any chance he gets (even if it is stolen lol)/will probably make you his co-co-captain alongside Adewale.

Ratonhnhake:ton/Connor Kenway- The Respectful Lover. Not really one for PDA but you'll know that you're loved by him/does gush about you to people from his tribe and everyone at the Homestead knows he's DOWN BAAADD (the tribe elders have predicted a wedding date lol bc they know that he'll marry you. Definitely teaches self-defense and fall in love 5,000 times harder if they made an attempt to learn Kanien'keha/if they love animals and nature, he again will worship the air they breathe. If you cook for him especially recipes from his tribe, he'll probably get emotional because they remind him of home, and he would be head over heels in love with someone who was open to learning about where he comes from and the ways of his people. If you defend him when someone is rude to him (despite being well able to defend himself as we all know) he will feel protected and loved, which he's rarely felt in his life since his mother.

Jacob Ethan Frye - The Sweetheart. Makes his partner feel valued ESPECIALLY as a woman because he's not a typical 19th century man who's all "women's place is in the home having babies and cooking and cleaning". He WILL LISTEN TO YOU and also put great faith in your opinion/cheeky and very flirtatious/can get flustered if partner matches his energy though lol/ something tells me this man LOVES and is WHIPPED for domesticity he's had a crazy, dangerous life with too many near death experiences to count at only 21 years old and while he would still be the chaotic cinnamon roll you fell in love with the Rooks and fight club and all he would love to come home to peace and calmness. If you cook/bake for him he will literally turn into a bottomless pit he LOVES IT though it will sometimes start sibling squabbles between him and his older sister because she loves your cooking too haha. Also teaches self-defense but will get flirty with you real quick so it's probably best to learn from Evie lol. VERY genuine and he means every loving word he says and every touch he gives. Protective of you and will throw hands if someone disrespects you. He also loves to make you laugh and tell.me.WHY I am so dang sure that he LOVES it when you play with his hair especially if you scratch your fingers lightly against his jaw and the scratchy whiskers he has there.

Desmond Miles - The Lonely One. Proud as well/total gentleman with sexy swagger lol/loves to take you out on his motorcycle/loves it when you come visit him at work because he'll be doing his job and look over to see you which makes him instantly happy/TOTALLY shows off his bartending skills and winks at you while doing it being a total flirt/ love language without a doubt is quality time and physical touch. Man is VERY affectionate imo because he's touched starved and most likely lonely (even with the Animus he still wants you because you comfort him). If you defend him from Shaun when he's being annoying or pushing him too much or clap back at the male half of his DNA, he will literally love you forever. Man is FERAL for a significant other that will defend him and care for him the way he wasn't all those years alone.

Altair Ibn La'Ahad - The Reserved Soldier...who's Smitten. Doesn't do PDA most that might happen is an arm offered for an escort or a hand on the waist to push you behind him/will kiss you on the cheek before he goes off on missions the same way he does the rest of the members of the Brotherhood (even if you're not part of it) while saying to you in Arabic "Safety and Peace my darling". Shows affection by smirking at you when you're flustered and acting as your intimidating AF bodyguard/in private tho...he's very amorous and loves having physical contact with his partner. Totally the type to lie there and rest with them or lazily kiss and hug. Not averse to showing that he loves you in public or declaring his love because he does love you very much, he just wants to protect your honor and avoid anyone (read: MALIK) heckling/harassing the both of you about being lovers. You are for his eyes and his eyes only whether it be hand holding, kissing, or various other things that he often thinks about...

Arno Victor Dorian - The Hopeless Romantic. Very affectionate also from being lonely and touch starved/not afraid to show his love for you in public. He DEFINITELY writes you love letters that are just - SIGH. He has a way with words and just pours everything into the letters he writes you, what he loves about you and why, how much you mean to him, how he would do anything for you. He's a hopeless romantic and when he falls in love he falls HARD and gives the one he loves everything (cue traumatic flashbacks of a certain ex-now deceased red haired lover of his). I think he would be SO in love with someone who noticed the little things about him and took care of those things. If he's sleep deprived? You let him sleep in and fix him breakfast in bed. If he's lonely while working? You sit with him wherever he is and read/ write/look out the window and watch Paris silently comforting him with just your presence. If he forgets to eat? You fixing him something delicious to eat and bringing it to him giving him a kiss and words of encouragement. Bringing him tea/water/coffee/hot chocolate while he's working. Would definitely spoil you with treats from the Cafe and if you work there, he'll drop by every so often to give you a sweet quick kiss. I think he would also show affection by helping you get ready in the morning and take this the way you wish...but he's really good with corset laces, buttons, and layers upon layers of fabric. He's thoughtful and sweet taking time to think about you (even though he barely thinks about himself). Will legit protect you with his life he refuses to lose you and will do anything to keep you safe. He loves to have slow relaxing days with you to have a moment away from his normally stressful life. You pulling him away from his work for distraction or holding him when the Council annoys him is always welcome. You will definitely know that he loves you with everything that he has.

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Oh god. Oh god I love her so much 😭 My little Hot Tamale. I didn’t think I could love her more than I already do but…this interview did it 😍

I respect Ann Margret. Everyone else in Elvis’s life l milked him for all its worth but she’s the only one who has been relatively quiet and kept the personal details of their relationship to herself.

Ann Margret is the sweetest!!! I’ve talked about this a little bit before but I just have the utmost respect and admiration for her because (like you mentioned) she keeps the personal details of their relationship to herself and refuses to give the media what they want to know (even though I’m desperate for details myself lmao💀)

she did an interview super recently and when the interviewer asked her about Elvis she changed the subject sooo quickly (she literally pointed to the guy’s socks and asked about them) and they never brought Elvis up again

youtube

also I believe it was Mindi Miller who Elvis asked for her to never write a book about him (it was around the time “Elvis: What Happened?” was being worked on by his former bodyguards) and she hasn’t to this day which I also really respect

As grateful as I am for all the books we have about Elvis I still can’t help but feel weird sometimes knowing that so much about his personal life is no longer private

I truly think he would be mortified to know how many girlfriends and friends have shared the most intimate details of his life. I just imagine the betrayal he felt by Red and Sonny West, and Dave Hebler but multiplied by a thousand because everyone in his life has profited off of their relationship with him in someway since his passing🤧

#ann margret #my little hot tamale #i think i’m in love #truly

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teenidlegirl · 2 months ago

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⠀⠀ ౨౿ ׅ ۟ ֪ 𝓑eauty 𝓞f 𝓣his 𝓜ess⠀♡⠀𝓒hapter 𝓔leven ۪ ׂ 𓈒 ୭

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⠀ ᰦ 󠄀 ྀ .⠀♥︎⠀summary.⠀everything was fine until one day you wake up feeling incredibly nauseous. you believe it’s a stomach virus but it turns out to be much worse, something inevitable.

⠀ ᰦ 󠄀 ྀ .⠀♥︎⠀content.⠀brief smut, soft morning sex, creampie, angst, pregnancy symptoms, vomit (emetophobia warning), expired birth control, emotional distress, swearing ( mdni )

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another day, another morning waking up to your man laying beside you in bed. another day of the very same man making you a trembling mess as he lazily thrusts into you from behind. broad chest against your back, laying behind you. the hem of your nightgown raised over your ass, brunches up in his fingers, and panties shoved to the side. his hands keeping you steady as miguel fucks you nice and slow, whispering sweet praises into your ear. the bulbous tip kissing your cervix repeatedly.

“estas hermosa~” miguel coos in your ear as he sweetly makes love to you.

your soft moans and whimpers are muffled into the pillow. one of his hands trail up to your own and interlocks it with his, holding you against his broad figure. his hot breath fanning against the sheep of your ear, soft groans and moans. your sweet tight pussy sucking him so perfectly.

just a few more pumps and he’s shooting his thick load inside you, filling you up to the brim. his hips eventually come to a stop, gently pulls out and moves your panties back in place. feeling his warm cum flooding inside you, making you softly hum. you just lay there for a few minutes, panting echoing in the room as you recover from your high.

“any ideas for breakfast?” his hands slide up and down your sides. his touch soft and gentle.

you lightly scoff, rolling your eyes. “you literally just fucked me and you’re asking me to think?” your brain is a literal puddle, too fucked out.

he chuckled at your grumpy tone and nuzzles his face into the crook of your beck. “¿quieres tamales?”

you ponder for a moment. “actually, yeah that does sound good. i think i still have some left.”

miguel hums in agreement, his body relaxing into yours. arms around your middle, slightly sweaty chest against your back. the softness of your body lures him back into sleep, provides him a sense of comfort. you are his comfort.

“are you falling back asleep?” you notice it got a little too quiet after a few minutes.

“no.” he murmured into your neck.

you can sense his stupid smile. “you literally said you were hungry and now you’re falling back asleep?”

“never i said i was hungry, just wanted to know what to make for breakfast.”

“says the man who’s an eating machine.”

“your cooking is amazing.”

“oh so you’re blaming me?”

the elicits another chuckle from him. “maybe but seriously amor, your cooking is incredible.” miguel plants a gentle kiss on your cheek, making you smile.

“well, kudos to my mom.” you slowly turn to face him, eyes locked together. “your cooking is amazing too, guapo.” raising a hand, you caress his cheek.

“not as amazing as yours.” he watch you roll your eyes and stops you from protesting by capturing your lips with his in a soft kiss.

the kiss grows more passionate before migue leaves kisses over your face then down to your neck. his arms tugging you closer towards him.

“miguel~” you softly giggle, gently tugging on his soft brown locks to gain his attention.

the brunette lifts up his head to look down at you. “what? i can’t appreciate the woman i love?” he raises a brow teasingly.

your heart flutters at his words. well, specifically one word. a word you haven’t heard in a long time.

he loves you. oh my god, miguel truly loves you?

“you love me?”

miguel can hear the surprise in your tone, the sparkle in your eyes. of course he loves you. it may have taken him a while to say it after what he’s been through but miguel has certainly been in love with you since the beginning, specifically that night he fixed your sink and you gave him a water. your act of kindness captured his broken, cold heart that he’s been trying to shield for a long time. protecting it with ice cold walls that you’ve melted down.

raising a hand, miguel cups your cheek delicately with glints of pure adoration and sincerity in those brown eyes of his. “claro, preciosa. since the day i fixed your sink and you offer me that water.”

your heart skips another beat, overflowed with great rejoice. it feels unbelievable yet you’re so happy to hear his confession, his feelings that he harbors for you as you do him. yes, you’ve been together for a bit but haven’t truly said the big ‘L word’ to each other. but perhaps you finally found the perfect chance.

“for me, since you fixed my car engine. i still don’t know how you fixed it under 5 seconds.”

miguel chuckles, shrugging. “magic.”

you share a smile before colliding your lips together in a sweet kiss filled with complete adoration and passion for one another.

without warning, miguel scoops you up in his arms and gets off the bed. carrying you in bridal style. your laughter echoes throughout your apartment.

“wait, miguel! i have to piss.”

“too bad.” he flashes a smirk.

“you better put me down or your stubborn ass ain’t getting tamales for breakfast.”

that elicits a snort from him. “but you’re perfectly comfortable in my arms.” he gives you a gentle squeeze for emphasis as if you’re a stuffed plushie.

it’s true but you really have to piss that badly. you gently wack the back of his head, making him chuckle more. “put. me. down.”

miguel can hear the sternness in your tone but knows you love his teasing. he obeys by walking to the bathroom and carefully sets you down. leaving a kiss on the top of your head, miguel leaves to go prepare breakfast. but also not missing the opportunity to leave a gentle slap on your ass. he rushes out with a grin before you could scowl at him. you just roll your eyes and smile.

after closing the door and do your business, you stare at your reflection and recap this morning. you and miguel finally confess your love for each other. you’ve always had since the beginning but you finally told each other. these past few weeks, or pretty much a month, has been blissfully amazing. the relationship blossomed beautifully. never has your heart been filled with such love and happiness. it was all because of miguel. you truly love him. you find yourself smiling at your reflection thinking about this.

after fixing your hair and slip into your fuzzy slippers, you head over to join miguel in the kitchen. he stands in front of the stove. that gorgeous broad back to you. stepping closer, your eyes widen noticing the amount of scratch marks. red lines over his shoulder blades and lower back. the sight makes you grimace. damn, you went a little overboard.

“holy shit…”

miguel turns his head, looking at you with a slightly worried look. “what’s wrong?”

“your back oh my…” you cover your mouth with a hand. “it looks like a tiger attacked you.”

the man snorts and shrugs. “maybe, you got the nails for that.” he gestures at your acrylics, making you glance at them guiltily.

“it looks… painful.” you take a step forward and hesitantly reach out with hand. “i’m sorry… i went overboard.” guilt eats you up as you stare remorsefully at the prominent red marks.

miguel turns around completely to face you, gently placing his hands on your upper arms. “hermosa, don’t apologize. it’s okay, they don’t hurt. please don’t feel guilty.” it stings his heart to see you guilty. those remorseful eyes and pouty lips. it makes him lean down and kiss your worries away.

his calloused hands cup your face. “they may sting a little at times but—” you’re about to protest but he continues. “that tells me how much a great job i did.” he grins at your surprised expression. “seeing those scratch marks remind me of you and your love for me. it shows that i was pleasing you right, bebé.” such sincerity in his tone. “all i want is to please and treat you right. seems like i’ve been doing good at it.”

his words leave your speechless yet heartfelt. this man us too good for you. god can he be any more perfect? you truly love him endlessly.

“you’re such a sweet idiot.” you softly scowl at him, unable to hold back a smile.

“your sweet idiot.” he corrects you gently.

there he goes again making your heart flutter.

shutting him up for making you a bashful mess, you go on your toes and kiss him. miguel accepts happily and reciprocates. a sweet, passionate kiss before continuing making breakfast.

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TWO WEEKS LATER.

it was supposed to be a regular morning. alarm goes off, send a cute good morning text to miguel, get out of bed and start getting ready for work.

but instead you wake up an intense feeling of nausea. it’s so sudden and random that you jump out of bed and bolted to the bathroom. you unleash all that nasty shit into the toilet, leaving you a sweaty and panting mess. after flushing it, you lean back and rest against the wall to catch your breath.

what the fuck was that?

did you eat something bad? was it food poisoning? was it last night’s dinner? no, the food was alright and you had it before with no issues.

numerous scenarios ran through your mind as you slowly rise up and begin cleaning yourself up. after brushing your teeth, despite not eating breakfast yet but you wanted to rid of that nasty taste in your mouth, you stare at your reflection. thinking of what could possibly cause you to throw up.

oh no… no, no, no.

panic invades your body as you feverishly dig through the bathroom drawers for your birth control. you find it and quickly read the expiration date. rushing out of the bathroom to grab your phone from your dresser, you look at the date on the lockscreen.

it’s past the expiration date.

FUCK.

no, no, no, no.

this can’t be fucking happening. how can you be so fucking stupid? why didn’t you check the expiration date? you had one responsibility and you fucked up. you’re usually responsible but this? oh this is just terrible. and with expired birth control and recent unprotected sex, that means-

OH FUCK.

you quickly got dressed in whatever clothes you could grab and rush out the door. heading over to the nearest CVS, you hurried down the aisle where the pregnancy tests are and snatch three boxes.

once you return home, you rush to the bathroom, luna following you. you take all three tests one by one, annoyingly so but you have to.

anxiety plagues your body like a virus, consuming every inch while waiting for the results. thousands of thoughts ran through your poor anxious mind.

you can’t be pregnant.

you never wanted to be at all. at least not now, you haven’t even considered having kids or not. if that was even in the books for you later on. there is no space for a baby. your apartment is only one bedroom. the only life you can be responsible for is luna, not a child. you’re only in your mid-twenties, there is still much time left. it can’t be soon already.

you can’t be a mother.

not right now, or ever.

sitting on the floor against the wall, you hug luna for comfort and try to ease your anxiety while waiting for the test results. stroking her soft, white fuzzy fur as a coping mechanism. giving her kisses over her head.

“please don’t be true… please, please, please.” a sad plead, muttered into luna’s fur as you held her close.

after what feels like an eternity of internal turmoil and anxiety, you finally build up the courage and believe it’s time to see the test results. slowly standing up and carrying luna in your arms, you walk over to the counter. the three pregnancy tests are faced down. inhaling a shaky breath, you turn them all over.

pregnant.

a sob escapes your lips as you collapse onto the floor. never have you experienced your heart drop until now. loud sobs echo in the small space of your bathroom as stream of tears trail down your face.

your worse nightmare comes true.

all because of your irresponsibility, your life is forever changed and never be the same.

it makes you sob even harder, you’re pretty sure the whole floor can hear you. fortunately, miguel is at the boxing gym so he wouldn’t hear you and rush over.

oh fuck, miguel.

you’re pregnant with miguel’s baby.

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.

how the hell are you going to tell him?

does miguel even want kids? does he have future plans about them or considers a possibility? is becoming a father even in the books for him? he never mentioned so you aren’t sure.

he’s going to hate you because of your irresponsible ass for not checking your birth control. he has every right to be yet the thought makes your heart ache terribly. this is making even more worse.

you fucked up and are scared shitless.

so much tears trail down your cheeks like waterfalls. chest heaving and face hot from all the crying. heart breaking at this revelation.

everything feels like tumbling down like a paper airplane. the world collapsing around you. a tsunami coursing through you, suffocating you under butral amounts of water, sinking down to the bottom and unable to swim back up. just forever drowning. you can’t breathe, as if it’s caught in your throat.

what are you going to do?

how are you planning to tell miguel?

all these thoughts yet no answers and it frustrates you more than you already are. it prompts more tears to fall down from your eyes. some droplets land on the cold, tile floor of the bathroom. the four walls contain of your weeping tears and sobs.

your life is changed forever.

how are you going to handle this?

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. ♡ @reverieblondie @nina-from-317 @kavimoo @aly29a2001 @marshhbs @lazyjellyfish300 @tojishugetiddies @aphinthestars @novelaaaaaaaa @imamexican @obessgurlll @deputy-videogamer @watertribeissuperior @lovehadlovelost @auiciqa @agoddoesnotplead @saintdiior @whoopwhoppghost @tomalymme @skadiloki @miguelsfavwife @asterrrrose @glossygreene @aefin @youcantseem3 @resident-clown @kutsipie @zuevcs @totorotales-08 @meowgirl1 @sukunash0e @jadeloverxd @sirendyes @leahnicole1219 @lisa-takeshi @yehet-moi-ohorat @slowlyshycomputer @wasitforrevenge @webshoootrz @f1-hoff @chaeriescola @zayai @espressopatronum454

#⠀꒰⠀𝜗𝜚 ֺ 𓂂⠀꒱⠀﹕⠀ℬ𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝒪𝑓 𝒯ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℳ𝑒𝑠𝑠⠀.ᐟ⠀#miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x you #military!miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara angst #miguel o’hara angst #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara smut #across the spiderverse

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supernova41st · 8 months ago

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Darnell/Pico x Latina!Reader

(Separate)

A/n: uhh I’m Latina soo. Also I rlly like this one, it was fun to write. Idk what to say here so ya

Darnell:

Bro this man CANNOT get enough of ur food

Every time you bring him some or you invite him to one of your parties he’s always fucking that shit UP

Literally just

“Do you two need a room?”

“Hmf?” (Huh?)

“You and the tamale.”

“Mm.. mof” (oh.. no)

He has good spice tolerance, so he loves all the food

He’s also does.. okay in Spanish. He took a few spanish classes in highschool so talking to ur family isn’t much of a problem

But some things are too complicated for him, like when you invited him to one of your gatherings your tia came up to him and gave him a headache

“Hola! Mira como guapo es su novio!! Si hablas español?”

“..uh huh”

Save him pls

Sometimes when getting into arguments you use Spanglish against him and he tries too but fails

“Donde estabas? I was so worried!”

“Relax baby eso no es my fault!!”

He failed that Spanish class take it easy on him

When you two were in highschool, he loved doodling on your hand (cuz he’s an graffitist) because of your tan skin (if you have it)

He always used warm toned colors while spelling something like ‘y/n’ on your hand in graffiti letters

But sometimes he loves the doodle way too much to give up on it, so he would use it as a reference for another project at an alleyway

“How long do I have to hold my hand up like this?”

“Just ten more minutes babe, gotta catch that aspect”

“sigh que pendejo..”

Pico:

He would actually die for you

Pico is into the whole ‘I <3 Latinas’ thing so when he asked you out and you said yes he died

Pico STRONGLY believes ur the most beautiful creature on the planet

Now since pico is.. ✋🏻 spicy food isn’t his strong suit

He’ll try his best but all he’s gonna do is hurt himself

“Amor, you good?”

“Cough cough yeah it’s just a little cough hot!”

“Pico, it’s a taki..”

He’s mostly a fan of the candy your culture has to offer, he gets so excited when you bring him a pelon pelo

Now pico doesn’t know jack SHIT about Spanish

So when you invited him to one of your family gatherings he was so confused

“Mira, es la novio de y/n! Tienes hambre, mijo?”

“Huh”

He def tries, he’ll point to something and ask you abt it

“This is doo-si, right?” 😊(He’s trying to say dulce)

“….mhm!!”

He also likes you give you Spanish nicknames, ‘mamas’ is already his default but he also likes to throw ‘mi amor’s and ‘mi vida’s in there too

Pico (even without you) is really into Spanish rock, idk I just think it fits his vibe

Your younger cousins really like nagging him about you

“How’d you meet her? Is she nice to you? Will you be my boyfriend?”

“Y/n I think you have some competition..”

“She better not tf”

#idk #lol #x reader #picos school x reader #picos school #darnell fnf #darnell newgrounds #pico newgrounds #Darnell x reader #pico x reader #fnf x reader #fanfic

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ssparksflyy · 10 months ago

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Hiii I hope you are having a great day!! I was wondering if you could make another percy jackson x daughter of Hecate reader? If you don’t/ can’t do it that’s fine I just though i would ask.

ask and thou shall receive ༉‧₊˚.

percy jackson dating hcs ! *ੈ✩‧₊˚

pairing: percy jackson x latina!daughter of hecate!reader warning(s): swearin an: dw i got ur 2nd request that u wanted reader to be latina :)) i just added in some little things that tie in ♡♡ srry if these are short btw </3

in the dead of night, your eyes so greennnnnnnn

you and percy tend to stay up later than most of camp

your always up and out after curfew

you js function better at night okay

me asf

the day is reserved for lake dates and the night is reserved for sky watching dates ♡♡

youre literally attached by the hip if you couldnt tell

as they say in waitress, i love you means your never ever getting rid of me ♡

you usually watch from the roof of cabin 3, just cuddled up and sharing a blanket

but once percy suggested you watch from the docks

and you were like oh!

not actually but you looked really hesitant

he was like whats wrong??

so you told him about la llorona !! #coquette

it was so preppy

but now youre both scared to go to the lake at night

even though yk shes not real

and youve literally been through tartarus

and back

and you face unimaginable horrors every day

and percy's literally the son of the sea god

mexican folklore is scary ok yall

idc if it didnt scare you as a kid / you like horror

I DONT

IM TRAUMATIZED

MY GRANDMA PUT ON LA LEYENDA DE LA LLORONA WHEN I WAS FIVE AND I HAVENT KNOWN A DAY OF PEACE SINCE

sorry for trauma dumping yall

kinda silly how some story about a lady who drowned her kids is enough to make 2 of camp half blood's strongest soldiers shake in their boots

so u stick to rooftops ♡

you and hazel are bestiessss

shes a honorary member of cabin 20 of course

you exchange tips and tricks, hazel telling you about the things she saw hecate do and the things she said to her

and you tell her about the things youve picked up over the years :))

percy cant help but smile whenever he sees you two together

he sees hazel as a sister

(yall remember in son when he was ready to fight somebody for her or something like that i dont remember exactly what he said but i do know he was ready to fight)

and ur his fav girl ever ♡

his heart just feels warmed

same way he feels when he sees you playing with estelle

you show her a bit of ur powers and she flips outtttt

she asks sally to be a witch for halloween because "i want to be just like (y/n)!!!"

dont know about yall but if i went home and my family found out i was involved with ~brujeria~ i would not be accepted at home (please read as if youre white and cant say shit in spanish)

thats just the mad religious side talking dont worry yall

but sally and paul would literally let you in with open arms

the jackson's apartment is your second home

percy has a drawer reserved for your clothes in his room ♡♡

he loves it when you sleepover, at home or at camp

he absolutely adores kissing your hands

he doesnt care about the dangers you can produce from them, he'll kiss em allllll he wants

you could be cuddled up together, ur reading to him and he just grabs one of your hands and begins to leave a trail of kisses up your arm, shoulder, neck, cheek, and eventually leaving one on your temple

it just gets you like 😵‍💫

he loves his badass girlfriend, okay?

literally your #1 fan

would beat up anybody who talks shit !!!

tea is your holy ground ♡

because you cant drink coffee

cause ya know, adhd, youll just end up knocking out

though you do drink it when you cant fall asleep at night

its me, hi

and hot chocolate is strickly an only-in-december drink, because then it wont hit in december, since you had it earlier in the year

(my mom does that with gorditas and tamales broooo its painful)

so ya drink tea!

i dont drink tea, so im not even gonna try to tell you what his favorite is

he likes whatever you like

but you try a bunch of different teas and stuff together :)

youd probably adopt a black cat together when youre older

youre never gonna beat your neighbor's witch allegations

(probably because theyre true but youll obviously never say that)

i feel like percy would be more of a dog person but lets be real, he likes horses.

fuckin horse girl smh

but that does not mean he wouldnt love and care for the cat

he'd so let you stop to pet any stray cat you see on the street

takes pictures of the cat anytime you do ♡

you cook together !!

you teach percy a bunch of different recipes and stuff :)

has a 'kiss the cook' apron 100%

and what can ya say, you gotta kiss the cook

man you guys manage to stay silly throughout the horrors, we love

#percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson x reader #pjo x reader #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo x reader #child of hecate #percy jackson x you #by bells ♡⋆ ࣪.#seaweed brain ⋅˚₊‧𓇼

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ab4eva · 1 year ago

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@precious-little-scoundrel a little anecdote for the Hollywood Hullabaloos 🤭

One time Ann and Elvis went on a motorcycle ride (I believe it was one of their first times doing so). Elvis told her to leave her purse at Graceland because she wouldn’t be needing it. So after a while of riding, they run out of gas. They find the nearest gas station and Elvis asks Ann if she has any money because Elvis was known for never carrying any money with him. Ann says no you told me to leave my purse at the house so they both crack up laughing. The gas station attendant makes a deal with Elvis: an autograph for gas. Elvis takes him up on this and then they’re on their way again. (One of the Memphis mafia did indeed return to that same gas station the next day to pay for said gas lol).

#hollywood hullabaloos #sarge and lil mama universe #elvis #elvis presley #ann margret #my little hot tamale #prev tags #cute wild lovers #with no gas money

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seramilla · 7 months ago

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In the vaggie Carmilla related au, we already saw Carmilla looking to Vaggie for some sort of comfort, but when was the first time it was Vaggie who looked to Carmilla for comfort? I can't think of a specific situation (Just a generally stressful situation for Vaggie where the first and/or only person she thinks of and wants to seek comfort from is Carmilla), but I just want to see her have her first "I need my mom" moment.

Vaggie doesn't even hesitate to come over the next day when Carmilla asks if she wants to have dinner with herself and the girls. Telling Charlie she's going over for a visit, she kisses the princess goodbye, and books it to Carmilla's in less than 5 minutes. She's become more brave about flying over Pentagram City ever since the wedding was announced...no one would dare shoot Lucifer's daughter's fiancé out of the sky. Not if they wanted to keep their spine.

Carmilla meets her at the door, looking much more cheerful and domestic than Vaggie thinks she's ever seen her. When Carmilla goes in to hug her daughter, Vaggie raises her eyebrow and pushes Carmilla away. The matriarch is wearing a white chef's apron with what looks like blood splatters all over it. When Carmilla notices her staring at it, she laughs heartily. She rubs her large claw over the front of it, and it comes away clean. No blood.

"It's just the pattern," Carmilla says, grinning. "It's a Mother's Day present. Clara thought it was funny. I guess I kind of do, too."

Vaggie sighs and smiles back at her. What a relief! She moves in for a much-needed hug, and Carmilla squeezes her tight, running her hand down the back of Vaggie's head tenderly. She lets her large claws trail through the girl's long hair. Vaggie perhaps keeps her arms wrapped around her mother a little longer than necessary...but Carmilla doesn't protest or try to pull away. Coughing and blushing a little, Vaggie lets go and rubs her arm sheepishly.

"Sorry!" Vaggie apologizes. "Sorry. I just missed you."

"It's okay. Come on in. The girls are setting the table."

The evening's spread is hot tamales, soup, and some vegetables for a side salad. Clara mentions that their mother also got up early that morning to fix some home-made ice cream before work. Vaggie looks over at Carmilla in surprise.

"Mama!" Vaggie says. "I didn't know you could cook!"

Carmilla waves her claw in front of her face in a dismissive gesture. "Oh please. It's nothing special. I let the servants take the day off, so I thought I'd make dinner myself. I also made eggs this morning...it wasn't my best work. I just wanted to spend some time alone with you girls. We don't do that enough."

Vaggie beams inwardly. Before really getting to know Carmilla, she never knew the overlord could be so thoughtful. She digs into her meal wholeheartedly. It's not exactly restaurant quality, or like the stuff Alastor makes for her and the other hotel patrons, but it's good nonetheless. Homely. Authentic. Made exclusively from the heart.

Odette and Clara offer to clean up after dinner. Vaggie thinks that her sisters are trying to give her some alone time with Carmilla. Maybe they can sense the tension she's holding inside. She'd been leaning forward in her chair throughout dinner, with horrible posture, unconsciously trying to make herself appear even smaller than she normally is. Her body language is probably a dead giveaway.

She can't hide from Charlie. She can't hide from Odette, Clara, or Carmilla, either. Maybe that's why Carmilla directs her into the fancy sitting room just off the kitchen. The one with all the comfortable lounge chairs and a sofa, with large, comfy pillows that are so soft, Vaggie practically sinks into them when she sits. Carmilla shuts the large French doors, to close them off from the rest of the house. Vaggie lies down on the couch, looking up at the ceiling, and stares at a sparkling chandelier that dangles delicately above her head.

Carmilla lowers the lights in the room. Now the chandelier looks almost ethereal in the way it reflects the light from the dim bulbs. Vaggie can almost pretend like those sparkles reflected onto the ceiling are stars in a night sky. There is something that feels very cosmic and safe about her surroundings. Combined with the scent of Carmilla's potpourri that's scattered around the room, it just smells like her mother. Like how she feels a real home would smell on Earth after returning from a long and stressful day at school or work.

Carmila sits down next to her on the large sofa, putting Vaggie's feet in her lap to make room for herself. Vaggie almost gets up, but Carmilla shoots her a glance that says Don't you dare!

Carmilla leans back casually, with an arm stretched out along the back of the couch, using the furniture as leverage to arch her spine until Vaggie hears a pop! Then Carmilla groans in what can only be described as relief. She grins sheepishly down at her daughter, while Vaggie looks back at her coyly.

"Wow. Impressive," Vaggie chuckles.

"Pardon me. I know I'm dead, but these bones aren't what they used to be."

Vaggie laughs. "It's okay. Anyway...I hope I'm not imposing too much on you by coming over so late."

"Not at all," Carmilla assures her. "You know I love having you over. You said you had something to talk about? What's on your mind?"

Vaggie goes quiet for a moment. She does switch her position on the couch just then, trading her feet in Carmilla's lap for her head instead. She cuddles up into Carmilla, head laying over her thighs, while the matriarch begins running her long claws through Vaggie's hair again.

Vaggie had discovered early on in their new relationship that she loves having Carmilla comfort her in this way. She removes the bow from her hair, the one that Charlie gave her, to allow Carmilla better access. Carmilla cups her whole claw around the back of Vaggie's head, just holding it there, seeing how small the girl's head is in her large hand. Everything about the fallen angel is small. Except her innate kindness, and her indomitable spirit. Those are without measure.

"It's the wedding," Vaggie says, after letting the silence linger a little too long for her comfort. Carmilla resumes petting her hair. "I keep having nightmares about it. Charlie is so excited. And I am, too. But every time I think about it...the closer we get...I'm scared."

"Pre-wedding jitters are normal," Carmilla says matter-of-factly. "When I thought I was going to marry your father, I felt the same thing."

"Well, we know how that turned out," Vaggie teases, looking up at her. Carmilla pokes her side, tickling her, making Vaggie squeal and jump, almost hopping off the couch. "Wait, haha, no! Stop!"

"Don't test me, little girl," Carmilla teases back.

"I would never, Mama."

"Now," Carmilla says, trying to get back on track. "Talk to me. What's really going on?"

Leave it to Carmilla to detect that Vaggie's problem is more than superficial. Her problems are deeply buried, but Carmilla has a way of coaxing them out of her.

"I don't know," Vaggie responds, burying her head back in Carmilla's lap. "I was fine a few weeks ago. But the closer the day gets...the more the reality sets in that this is actually happening...I just worry Charlie is making the wrong decision. To be with me."

"Why do you think that?"

"Because I'm just...me. And she's the princess of Hell. She's going to be queen someday. Maybe not for a long time, but still, that scares the fuck out of me. Eternity is a long time to be with someone. What if she gets...bored, or falls out of love with me? Like Lilith and her dad? I don't want that to be us, Mama."

Vaggie sits up. As she'd spoken the words, an overwhelming sense of anxiety had washed over her. Like as soon as her thoughts were out of her brain and let loose into the world, they'd become a living, tangible thing, threatening to gobble her up and swallow her whole.

She leans into Carmilla's side, pushing herself as close as she possibly can to the other woman. She tries her best not to cry. It's very difficult to hold back in Carmilla's presence. There is something so safe, and warm, and secure about the strength in Carmilla's arms as they wrap around her. Something that, despite how much she loves her fiancé, she just can't experience with Charlie.

Is this what a mother's love feels like? The type of steadfastness that can only come from the person who once supported and protected her as she grew in her own body? Who cherished and mourned her potential existence, even when she thought she'd lost Vaggie forever?

Vaggie never had a childhood. Doesn't know what that feeling is like, and doesn't know if she ever will. But she thinks she gets it now, at least. Why children can form such bonds with their caretakers. When that emotional attachment is so strong, nothing else can ever compare or replace it. Vaggie can't believe she had to die to experience some modicum of it, but she's counting her lucky stars now.

"I'm such a terrible partner," Vaggie says, wrapping her arms around Carmilla's waist, and letting the woman return the gesture. "I don't deserve her. I never did. I don't know why I thought this would work."

"Oh, mija, mija," Carmilla repeats, patting her back gently as Vaggie cries into her neck. "It's all right. I know this is a big change for you. Life-altering. But everything will be all right. I've seen the way Charlie looks at you. And when she asked me for my blessing, you should have seen her face. She has nothing but love in her heart. I doubt myself about many things, but please don't doubt me about this. Nothing will ever change the way she feels about you. I promise."

Vaggie hiccups a little, turning her head so she can feel Carmilla's warmth against her cheek. Carmilla wipes the tears falling from her eye. Her claws come away wet and salty, but Carmilla doesn't care.

"How can you possibly know that?" Vaggie asks.

"I'm your mother. I know everything."

Vaggie can't help but laugh a little at that.

Somehow, in some way, even though she's not totally convinced she's not an eternal, cosmically ordained fuck-up of a person, she's relieved that Carmilla, at least, doesn't buy into her bullshit. That she is convinced she and Charlie will work in the long-term is a comfort.

It will probably take Vaggie a long time...if not forever...to get over her own issues about herself. But Charlie...goddammit, Charlie...she loves that woman. More than she can characterize with feelings and more than words in a dictionary could describe. Her love for the daughter of the devil is everlasting. Unexplainable. Beyond the material.

If Carmilla belives it...hopefully she can. Someday. Preferably on the day that she says "I do." But if it doesn't come later, she will live vicarously through Charlie and Carmilla's combined faith in her. Their strength will see her through.

"I love you, Mama," Vaggie says, hugging Carmilla tighter.

"I love you, too, my baby," Carmilla responds, giving her daughter a lingering peck on the forehead.

Vaggie decides to spend the night again. She wants to talk to Carmilla more. About the wedding, and about other things. When she returns to Charlie the following day, she feels lighter, and more confident, than she's felt in a while.

She doesn't dream that night. No nightmares, or intrusive thoughts at all. Just a wonderful sense of wholeness, and a renewed vigor the following day, that she desperately needed. There's only a few days left until the ceremony. They have a lot of work to do, and seemingly not enough time to do it.

#hazbin hotel #carmilla carmine #vaggie #vaggie hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #lucifer morningstar #lilith morningstar #odette hazbin hotel #clara hazbin hotel #ask #anon #fan theories #vaggie carmilla related au

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ab4eva · 1 year ago

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Elvis & Ann-Margret, part 1

#elvis #elvis presley #ann margret #my little hot tamale #their chemistry is off the charts #i love them your honor #i kept finding amazing pics of them on pinterest #viva las vegas #elvis & ann margret part 1 #i’m coming for you elvis #elvis what are you doing to me

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panpanghost · 2 months ago

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part 8 of this au (that'll never have a name apparently.)

Macaque opened his eyes feeling something warm and soft emracing him, the scent of peaches filled his nose.

Someone is hugging me, my face is on his bare chest, nope, he's cuddling me. How did I get here? Who the fuck is that? Damn it! I can't remember anything. Did he kidnap me? How did he manage to sneak up on me? There's something wrong with my body, I can't feel my magic. I don't think I can fight my way out, I need to get out before he wakes up.

Macaque shifted slowly, studying the kidnapper's heartbeat to know if he's a heavy or a light sleeper, hopefully a very heavy one. After trying to wiggle out a little, he realised that his type of sleep isn't the problem, that fucker is crazy strong, he can't move him at all.

Shit! What is this?! A death trap?! Let me go you piece of shit!!!

Suddenly Macaque froze, he could hear the other's heartbeat grow stronger and his breathing faster.

Shit!

_"Mmm, Moon? Are you up?" the kidnapper asked, half asleep with his furr all messy.

It's another primal monkey...

Macaque's heart skipped a beat when he saw the other's face, he looked like him yet different. He's never met someone like him.

_"pretty..." Macaque blabbered out before he could stop himself. He felt his cheeks burning as he realised what he'd said.

WHY IS HE SO DAMN CUTE?! NO! PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER MACAQUE!! YOU'RE BETTER THAN THIS! HE KIDNAPPED YOU-

_"Heh, well I've had a gorgeous mate take care of me." Macaque's brain stopped working for a second as he received a kiss on his forehead and saw the other's cheeks glow pink like his mask, with a soft smile. "How are you feeling? You've been out for a couple days now. I was really worried."

_"I-uh- I'm feeling great. Can you let go of me now?" Macaque asked nicely.

Something is definitely wrong. I've been out for days and I can't remember anything, add to that my magic is disappearing. Also WHY THE FUCK ARE WE HALF NAKED?! Just because he's cute doesn't mean he get a green card to do whatever he wants with me!

_"Oh, right, sorry about that." The golden monkey said, slowly letting go of Macaque.

HOT TAMALE! NOOO!

Macaque slapped himself mentally as he was finally able to see the other's full body, the golden monkey stretched his muscles and got out of bed.

PUT A SHIRT ON! Also where's my shirt?!

Macaque looked around the room, the sun light was more than enough to let him see everything. The room is big, a bit messy, there are clothes on the floor, maybe one of them is his.

Macaque's attention turned back to the golden monkey as he approached him then stood right next to him.

What does he want now? Macaque's heartbeat started growing faster. This guy might be nice for now but it would be a death wish to upset him. I need to be careful.

_"How's your eye? Can you see clearly now?" The golden one asked, cupping Macaque's face and holding it up to look at him with a kind smile.

_"What's wrong with my eye?" Macaque asked, scared.

Did he do something to my eyes? Should I escape now? How can I get out of here? I don't think I have enough magic to open a portal, maybe I can travel through the shadows-

Macaque's thoughts were broken when he saw how worried the golden monkey got, fear slowly crawling his face.

_"It's happening again." What? "You don't remember, do you?" he asked, a hint of sadness in his voice,

_"Remember what?"

_"Damn it!" Macaque flinched when he flet the other growing angry, he needs to get out now!

_"Well, this was fun and all, but I need to head home now." Macaque said, slipping past the golden monkey and heading to the door,

_"No, wait," The golden monkey grabbed his arm. There's no escaping now, Macaque is anxious, what should he do? "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

Even though he clearly looks worried, I can't shake that feeling that I need to run away from him, he's dangerous. Every instinct in me is saying to go as far away as fast as possible. But I can't, something's wrong with my magic.

_"Macaque, please. Just let me explain. You're in danger."

_"And how do I know you're not a danger to me?" shit. My stupid sassy mouth. What if he gets angry?

Macaque's was about to make a final attempt at escaping, maybe conjur some of the dark magic in him, he can't control himself in that state but it's better than just taking a beating-

The grab around Macaque's arm loosened and he saw the look on the golden monkey's face,

He looks broken... It's like I've taken away all the happiness in the world with just one sentence. Maybe I was too harsh on him...

_"I'm sorry..." The golden monkey let go of Macaque's arm and took a step back, looking down and biting his lower lip.

Is he about to cry? Shit. I didn't think he'd be sad...

It's ok if you don't remember me, but I won't let you go so easily so act cruel all you want, I know how weak your heart is when it comes to tears.

_"It's okay. I'm sorry too. You're right. I can't remember much." Macaque took a step forward, lost in what to do to stop the other from crying.

_"It's ok, I know it's not your fault, it's the crown. You started losing your memories and magic when they put it on you. I should've stopped them. I'm sorry." As long as I keep speaking the truth, he'll stay.

_"The crown?" Macaque turned to face the mirror, he does have a crown on his head and all his glamour is gone. His heart sunk at his sight.

What the fuck happened to me?

Scared, all he could hear is his heartbeat as he approached the mirror and placed his hands on the crown trying to take it off.

It's dark magic. I can't take it off.

When he gave up on the crown, his hand traced down the scars to his right eye.

This isn't mine...

_"What happened to me?" He turned to the golden monkey, completely lost and scared.

_"I'll tell you everything you want to know," the golden monkey approached him, arms open, it looked like he wanted to hug him but then stopped,

_"Who are you?" Macaque asked, glaring at the other,

_"I'm Sun Wukong g- the Monkey King, I rule over Flower Fruit Mountain, the one we're on."

_"How did I get here?"

_"You came here, liked the place and stayed."

_"I came on my own?" he didn't kidnap me?

_"Yes. You decided to stay. It's not like anyone can make you stay."

_"Not so sure about that." Macaque gave a judging look,

_"I- It wasn't me, I didn't put the crown on you. I don't even know who did, but I've been searching all over. I promise you, I'll make them pay, but until then, promise me you won't use your magic."

_"Sorry, but I can't promise you that bud." Macaque smiled, Wukong knows that smile, he's on the defence.

He's scared and thinking of a way out.

Macaque's eyes widened as the king got to his knees and placed his forehead on the floor,

_"I'm sorry I let them do that to you, but please, I'm begging you. Don't use your magic. The more you use it the worse it gets. Please. Just give me some time to break the spell."

_"Ok, fine, I won't use my magic, just get up, I get it."

I misjudged him, I think he really cares about me and I broke his heart. I kind of feel guilty now.

_"Really? You promise?" the king looked up at him, eyes gleaming with hope,

_"Ok! I promise! Just get up already!"

_"Hehe, ok,ok." The king smiled and got up.

You're so adorable.

For a moment it went silent as Macaque stared at The king's eyes.

It's his.

_"*sigh* So, your highness, I believe you didn't do this to me. Do have any lead on who did?"

_"Wukong."

_"What?"

_"I won't answer until you call me by my name. It's Wukong."

_"You said you're the Monkey King, it'll be rude to address you by your name."

_"Call me Wukong or I won't answer anymore questions."

_"Wha- What difference does that make?"

_"It does make a difference!" Wukong froze when he saw his love tense up, he scared him, again, "You don't remember, but I do. And it hurts." The look on Wukong's face told Macaque everything. His heart ached at the thought.

Macaque opened his mouth to speak then shut it again, then after a deep breath he spoke again,

_"I'm sorry Wukong. Can you keep answering my questions please?" Macaque asked softly,

_"Whatever you want." Wukong looked a bit relieved when Macaque said his name. "Can I hug you?" You've always been a needy one.

_"Sure." I can't say no now, he might get angry any minute.

Wukong hugged him tightly but not enough to hurt him. The scent, the touch, the warmth; it all made Macaque feel... safe?

Why am I letting my guard down? It's like I miss him, I want to melt into him, what the fuck is wrong with me?

_"You haven't eaten anything for days, can I answer your questions after we eat?" Wukong asked, still holding his moon,

_"Yeh, why not." Macaque answered, he is hungry.

Wait- their skin is touching. Macaque felt his cheeks burning red, "Also, we need to dress up." he said trying to push Wukong away,

_"Oh, right. Do you wanna shower first?" Wukong looked down at him,

_"Sure. Can you let go of me now?" Macaque said smiling anxiously.

_"Five more seconds." Wukong hugged him a bit tighter then let go, "sorry, I didn't know when you'll let me touch you again."

_"Noted. Now where are my clothes?"

_"Oh right- shower, I'll prepare our clothes then we can hit the showers."

_"Ok." Macaque watched him as he left the room, the his head popped up again,

_"Please don't go outside the house, you might get lost."

_"I'm not going out half naked."

Wukong gave him the 'I know' smile then left again, "be right back!"

Macaque sat on the bed, exhausted, he can smell himself all over this room with peaches, It's the same as the other's scent.

Wait- did he say 'our' clothes. Shit! We're not bathing together, are we? I mean it's normal to bathe together we're monkeys but doing it alone with him is a completely different matter. I don't even know anything about him but everything suggests he's my mate, he also saw me without my glamour and didn't react, which means this isn't the first time he'd see me like this. He could also be a really good liar. What should I do if he tries something in the showers? What if I say no and he gets mad... I need to find a way out but I don't even know how to get out of this house. Even if I managed to get out how far can I go before he finds me again? How long can I survive outside without my magic? Maybe I can find a place to hide-

_"What are you thinking about?" Wukong asked walking inside,

_"It's nothing, I'm just really hungry."

He's lying, he's still trying to run away, I need to think of something to convince him to stay.

_"Then we better hurry. Can you walk?"

_"Yeh, just so you know, I'm physically fine."

_"That's good, although I would've loved carrying you around." Wukong said turning and walking to door,

Did he just-

_"You coming?" Wukong glanced at him,

_"Yeh, right behind you." Shit- keep it together Macaque.

part 9

#macaque #six eared macaque #lmk macaque #sun wukong #lmk sun wukong #shadowpeach

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fabledresources · 9 months ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

a silly collection of quotes pulled from the podcast, the basement yard. feel free to adjust whatever's needed to better fit your muse.

do fake ids even exist now?

do you like dry burgers or wet burgers?

what kind of a question is that?

you and i are gonna have to bang one way or another.

if you were to put together a draft of people you wanna go out with, would i at least be on it?

you look like a rejected fruit roll up.

if you had stayed, i would have went anywhere with you.

my parents never talked to me about sex, ever!

don’t you dare say what you’re about to say.

you know you’re not my type, [name].

you’re not my type either!

how the fuck am i not your type?

i like them a little more rugged than you.

i think i could be exactly what you need.

i want you to want me.

i want this thing to cum in my mouth.

honestly it’s crazy that you can talk for that long and still be a bitch.

you know what’s stupid? mike and ikes. and fucking hot tamales.

fuck you and your mom.

i’ll kiss you right now! please ask me.

you’re fucking hot and you know it.

i plan on throwing the appropriate amount of ass just to get a piña colada.

you carry yourself with the confidence of a much taller man.

you know how badly i wanna get pegged with a hot dog?

i’ve had my nipples sucked, but, like, as a joke.

why can’t you just be a person?

realistically, do you think, like, you and i could be lovers?

you say a lot of white people shit.

we’ll hug, we’ll kiss, we’ll make up, we’ll fist.

you’ll miss me when i’m gone one day.

you can’t fight dudes who are 5’3”, you gotta have a pillow fight.

every rose has her thorns.

you haven’t heard of the spiders?

don’t try to recreate it, go out on top.

i don’t care to the level of watching a video.

#rp memes #roleplay memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #the basement yard

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mallleus · 4 months ago

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OMG i LOVE your headcanons of Stan with a Hispanic spouse and I wanned to rant a little bit since I'm from Costa Rica and wanted to share and know what you think about it, we have some desserts that I found funny for them to try out like the arroz con leche you can eat it hot or cold so it can be like el caldo de pollo but in dessert

-its okay chiquilines hay arroz con leche!

Dipper/Mable/Stan: :D

-Fresh out the olla!

Dipper/Mable/Stan: D:

There's also tamal de Maizena that looks kinda like yellow squares and it's pretty tasty, also the helado de sorbetera

Also in the parties telling Mable about the los dulces 15s and now making the dress and all for her future 15 party

Also disguising sometimes like for Halloween or to scare the Tourists in the shack dressed as la segua or el cadejos

And with the fun remedies my grandma have black tea, lime and honey to ease the throat and it does work or Do gargles with baking soda dissolved in water that works for Phlegm's

Also a specific for Stan, el cofal, it's a Muscle rubbing cream it's white and it really help for backache or Shoulder pain neck pain etc

Also thought in the "estan" to call him when the spouse it's angry, in my family it's the long full name so would be kinda like "ESTANLIIII PAAAAAAAINS"

I love this ask, send more Stan with Hispanic! Spouse reader

#gravity falls imagine #gravity falls #stanley pines #dipper pines #mabel pines #stanley pines x reader #Stan x Hispanic reader

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igglemouse · 6 months ago

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As sunlight streams through a few kitchen windows on an ordinary Tuesday morning, I find myself in my zone, right in front of a stove and preparing what hopes to be a delectable breakfast.

Today, my craving calls for a special oatmeal creation that only a chef's touch can perfect because I plan to fold in a generous amount of berries and a few swirls of cream, maybe even a sprinkle of cinnamon? Who knows, sometimes when it comes to cooking its more about a feel and a whim to create a symphony of flavors that will get my taste buds dancing and singing.

As for Pascal, he was busy working out. Always working out. That is one dedicated man but that is one of the main reasons I'm attracted to him. I do love a man that has a goal, that has something driving him and Pascal definitely fits that criteria.

After my breakfast and after his workout we meet up on the couch.

"I'm so happy that you've been staying over,” he starts. “You know, you can stay over as long as you like, right?”

"I think you've said that before,” I reply, but I do like hearing him say it again.

"Well, it's true! I don't mind you being over here. There are many pros and I can’t think of any cons but I guess there might be a few.”

"Oh? A few cons, really?" I challenge.

"Nah, just kidding, no cons at all now that I think of it."

"The pros then?"

"The food is always amazing and the company is somehow better than the food."

"And by company you mean?” He gets just a little closer as I ask, close enough that our shoulders brush up against each other and he puts aside his patience and brings me in for a kiss...��

And he kissed until somehow some way my clothes were off...

After our little romp I was reminded that I'll be needing clean clothes for the week and for some reason the man doesn't have a washer or dryer. I think he mentioned that he relies on the equipment manager at the stadium or something? For a professional athlete, he sure does live modestly, I’m not sure if financially this is a good or a bad thing but lets go with bad since it leaves me here washing my own clothes in a bucket of water under the hot Oasis Springs sun.

Being filthy rich was never my goal and I don't want to just tie myself to him in the hopes that his next contract will be the thing that makes him wealthy but...it wouldn't be so bad, would it?

At least there would be a washer and dryer.

Right after handling my laundry I receive a text from Irene. She's asking if she can come over to hang out. It is a good idea since I don't have much planned for today, so it would be great to catch up with her and spend some time together.

But that won't be till later as right now is about lunch.

The enticing aroma of tamales drags Pascal from presumably whatever workout he was in the middle of and right into the kitchen. A big goofy grin on his face contradicts the accusatory look of his eyes, directed right at me, or rather, past me and at the stove. "Actually, this is definitely one of the cons."

"Didn't you say earlier that my cooking was a pro,” I say, playfully desperate to defend myself but thankfully my tamales are ready to go to help in my defense.

"Yes, but your cooking will make me fat and slow. I'll be cut from the team in a few months!"

"Pascal! You told me you didn't want salads so-"

"Cut in a year, Frida, think about that..."

I just laugh because no way this guy is going to put on weight with how much time he spends on the treadmill and working out.

Right as I finish my lunch I’m pulled to the door by a gentle knock which I correctly assume is Irene. Seeing her does put a smile on my face and I hurry to wrap her into a hug because I feel like there is an instant connection between us.

Instead of inviting her inside I led her to the side of the house as the weather really was too perfect to stay inside.

Irene was eager to talk about my food or more specifically, the tacos I had for sale.

"I absolutely adored them!" she tells me but I could tell just by the look in her eyes. “Just a very classic taste and texture to them and-”

"Some foods just don’t need much experimentation," I offer because its true. I don’t try to reinvent the wheel with my dishes I simply try to make the car go faster.

"You're right about that you know but I've been trying to spice things up, you know? Fusion tacos, trying to mix things up and create a signature dish."

"Oh, hows that been going? What about that man ummm...your boss?" Remember him, Martin Lucena? He tried to hire me and was very very upset when I told him no?

"Yeaaaa, he's not much for experimentation," she says with a laugh and I think more about my run in with the man just last night. Hard to imagine ever working for him. "But you know, I do it on my own time. One day I'll be on my own, like you are, and having a signature dish or two will help me stand out."

"Hmmm," she has a point there. I could use a signature dish myself. After all, a flying car must be better than one that just goes faster, right?

It was nice to spend more time with Irene but the day grew late and left me with Pascal who was at this time making love to his treadmill once again. I decided to bother him and annoy him a little because why not? He was having none of it though and decided to use the art of telling corny jokes to fend me off.

"Why did the striker bring string to the game?" he asked. I froze in pure fear of what the answer might be, pleading with a look for him to not continue. "He wanted to tie the game!"

I cringe, already throwing in the white flag. "Okay Pascal, I don't-”

"How does a player stay cool during the game?"

"Water?"

"No, they stand near the fans!" He said, jubilant, as if he had scored a championship winning goal.

"Why does-"

"Noope! You enjoy your workout!" I get out of there just in time.

So yeah, I really am enjoying my time over here...

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