#para: hangover

[futurecorps3]

Hobie Brown partying with latina!reader<3

Masterlist<3

SUGGESTIVE!!! MDNI GO AWAY OR ILL BITE YOU

I’m already giggling about this shit and haven’t even started it 🤭 just picture that emoji cause that’s how i look rn. This is written from my perspective which is from a mexican living in Mexico going to 100% mexican perreos!!!

-It took a while to convince him to be honest

-Don’t take it the wrong way though!! He’s supportive and go ahead, perrea hasta el suelo but it’s just not his scene

-He’s not a reggaetón hater, he believes every type of music has a merit to it!! BUT ITS JUST NOT HIS SCENE

-Hacerle ojitos was enough to convince him lmao

-“Mi amor please! I want you to meet my friends” You whined, looking up at him all dressed up for the party that started in about thirty minutes. How could he say no when you were looking so pretty? “Shit ‘aight” He muttered, leaving to do his makeup as you kissed his cheek sweetly

-Now when y’all get there

-HE’S ASTONISHED TO SAY THE LEAST

-Yeah sure, mosh pits were crazy and the pubs he frequently attended were also wild but seeing

-People making out with a stranger then the next, some couple basically fucking in the couch next to the door, a girl downing shots like there was no tomorrow, besos de tres, and most importantly; el perreo.

-My man gets shy n shit like he holds your hand. pls help him no entiende nada

-Your friend approaches you with two plastic cups with some golden liquid that didn’t even reach the half of the cup. “Hey Hobie! Nice to meet ya’, my name’s Martha. Tengan, para ambientarse and getting the party started for you two!”

-Hobie thought it was dumb to drink so little of something, even more when he saw how effortlessly you downed your shot. “What’s this shit?”

-Tequila. It was Herradura. Now he knows why you pour so little for a single shot.

-HE WAS WHEEZING, SPILLING HIS GUTS OUT AND ABSOLUTELY BAFFLED BECAUSE HOW DID YOU DRINK THAT WITHOUT EVEN FLINCHING?????

-Your male friends definitely laughed a bit at that, pero en buena onda, they know how important Bee is to him so they’d never be mean to him hehe

-“Ay cabrón, Martha le dio tequila?” One of your friends say while laughing, his arm rounding your boyfriend’s tall figure “Sí, no soportó” You laugh back, kissing Hobie softly

-Your friends got to know him, silently questioning his intentions and stuff but not like they’re your parents. They mean well!! They just want their friend to be happy with this new dude, and some of them are men, so they definitely know how shit they can be

-“So this is what usually happens?” He asks, looking around as he takes it all in “Yup” you nod, popping the ‘p’ and smiling “I love it”.

-He found it all very freeing; no one judging, everyone moving as they pleased and drinking like hangovers weren’t real. No labels, no consistency. Just fun.

-Then… your friends pulled you to the circle to dance

-And he was done for.

-Seeing how you moved your hips in circles (something he was now sure was sort of a generic gift) changed his life forever

-You danced with your girlfriends, making a line of grinding and twerking from time to time. Some of their boyfriends reaching out to dance with them

-“Holy shit” Hobie muttered, entranced by how you ass moved in those shorts “Yeah, it’s something else” One of your friends who was now friends with Hobie (bonding over playing vodka beer pong) answered.

-“Try to dance with her man, I know you’re foreign and stuff but I don’t think Y/N/N would mind teaching you”

-His feet take him to you before he knows

-“Want me to teach you, love?” You shout so he can hear you over the music, and he just nods with a smile, holding your hands

-“Your work is just moving with me with your hands on my hips, look at Martha and her boyfriend”. He noticed how your best friend’s boyfriend kept a tight grasp on Martha’s hips, going down with her and up again if she did.

-Hobie replicated his moves and soon he got the hang of it

-Big, ring-clad fingers holding your waist tightly as he loosened his hips and felt your ass grinding against his crotch. You can feel how his tall figure looms over you, towering your smaller frame and you love it.

-As he gets more confident, he starts pulling you closer, kissing your neck from time to time and pulling away for a bit so you can scream some lyrics with your friends and then go back to him.

-It's safe to say he has a boner, yeah

-To you? It felt like an absolute dream! Imagine him grinding behind you to some track of Un Verano Sin Ti as he sings along to some of the chorus’s lyrics <3

-You got wasted, danced the night away, he perfected his spanish and you accomplished your dream; ver a Hobie Brown, el punk, perreando.

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[your-girl-mj]

morning after [1610!miles × f!reader]

summary: morning after with hangovers and your sweet boyfriend miles

warning: mama rio in early mornings /jk

note: she/her for reader, he/him for miles. aged up!miles and reader <3

created: august 10, 2023

published: august 15, 2023

first part | second part.

[name] woke up feeling wasted the night before, which is true. she blinks the lights out until she gets used to it. looking around, she just figured out she's in miles's room.

she was scooted to the far corner of the bed, blanket neatly tucked her in, with an empty side of the mattress.

the girl slowly sat up, and she was hit with a major headache. hammering into her brain. a groan left her lips before she lay down again to make it stop.

[name] was rubbing the side of her head when miles came into his room. "hey. morning, baby." he was holding a bowl of freshly made soup, with a towel hanging on his arm. he spoke so softly to her, scared that any loud sounds would make her hangover worse.

"hi," matching his tone, she looked confused at the bowl in his hands as miles gave her a peck on her crown. "what's this?"

"breakfast, i made it." he grinned proudly. with a twip sound, he shot a web to glass of water at the table across the bed. when he retrieved it, the water spilt and wet the floor, "oh shoot—!" he was quick to send a sheepish beam

a giggle erupted from her throat, "you're such a dork." miles laid the towel on her lap and put the bowl in her hands.

"don't eat it yet," then taking off to get towels on his drawers, muttering; "didn't think that one through."

"¿mijo, estás bien por ahí?" mrs morales' voice is heard from outside the room, [name] peak at the agape door she saw her cleaning the kitchen. she's cleaning the mess miles made. [son, are you okay over there?]

"buenos dias, señora." the girl greeted, slowly sitting up again, as mrs. came in the room. not noticing miles hanging the now wet towel by his window sill next to his newly washed jacket. [good morning, mrs.]

"¡buenos dias, mija!" her voice made a slight knock on the brain, but [name] smiled warmly at her mother-in-law. "¿ya te lo comiste? miles lo hizo solo para ti." [good morning, daughter!] [did you already eat it? miles made it just for you.]

"not yet, but i'm sure it's good—" the girl was about to sip, but mrs. morales stopped her before she could get a taste. the spoon full was frozen in mid-air as she waited for the woman's words, thinking she did something wrong.

"ah!" a single sound makes it feel like you did something you should've. "mijo, feed her. i'm getting her some aspirin." with that, she left the room, leaving the door open for reasons.

"i was gonna before you came in," miles muttered a comment, rolling his chair closer to the bed, smiling at his girl who mirror it back.

"what did you just say?" mrs morales swiftly turned to face where his room is. her tone is blaring enough to be heard loud and clear. hands rested on her hips with a deep frown.

"i said, i was already planning to, mama!" miles cupped a hand over his mouth, not wanting to make [name]'s hangover worst. "sorry 'bout the noise, [nickname]." he sends a sheepish grin, stirring the soup, then scooping a spoon full and feeding her.

the two can hear mrs. morales muttering along the lines of, "if i heard one bad mouth, i'll ground him for three months. mummbling and muttering, i will woop his—" and the rest is mystery.

"its okay," she replied once swallowed, "i like lively mornings with you," [name] rested her hand over his, a beam never seems to left her features, "any morning with you, to be honest. it's been a while since i stayed over." with that, she continued to eat as he fed her. mrs. morales order's.

miles feel the same warmth in his heart at his girl. thinking about it, it's been a while since they spent the night together, and it's because he's busy being spiderman, a son, and a student all together. he only has a little time to be her boyfriend.

he soon feels guilt in his chest once again, the same one he felt last night. he now knows what she meant when she said he cancelled another date. sober [name] said it was fine while drunk [name] is saying she feels unloved.

they do say drunk words are sober thoughts.

before miles can bring up the topic, his dad already there to join the chaos. "what's the fuss all about?" he gave his wife a bear hug from behind. he's already in uniform, ready for work.

"my daughter has a hangover," mrs. morales stated, she finally found the medicine, and strolled her way back. those words never fail to make [name] melt on the spot.

"kidnapping is illegal." mr. morales reminded her, making himself a cup of coffee. his wife ignored his words and set water on the table as well as the aspirin the girl needed.

"drink this once you're done eating. miles, you're in charge of her." she gave him a firm look before pulling the door to only a few inches open.

"i'm starting to think she loves you more than me," miles shrugged, taking a few sips on the soup as well before feeding his girl. his eyes are literally heart-shaped as he looks at her lovingly.

"sorry, you have to find it this way, babe," [name] matches his tone, drawing a chuckle from her s/o. after a short moment, she leaned to his headboard with a sigh. "sorry, i got drunk. you probably had a hard time getting me home," she refused to meet his eyes, playing with the helm of the blanket on top of her.

"nah, it's cool. you're adorable when you're drunk." he kissed her on the nose, which she crunched up in process. "do you remember anything yesterday?" thinking she might be able to recall what she said to him.

as miles fetch her water and medicine, she couldn't help but get curious. "no. did we swing to your room?"

"if we did, the streets in brooklyn will be close for major clean up." his hand was fast to catch the thrown book at him, just seconds after his spider sense activated. he spun to face her, dorky beam is present to his face.

his girl only narrowed her eyes at him, "i don't know if i should be pissed or attracted to you right now." miles only shook his head with a laugh.

he thought back what her words were about last night. he wanted to make things clear and apologise for cancelling his dates with her more often than he intended.

she did say she doesn't drink, but why change that last night? he thought about it. clogs working on his brain before he was hit with reality. but he wanted to confirm it before assuming.

"is there any reason why you..drink last night?" miles asked gently and worried at the same time, not wanting to make her taken back with the sudden question.

"uh.. i kinda wanna know what it tastes like and... i guess i lost track.." it was the hesitancy in her voice that made his assumption higher. "this thing tastes amazing, by the way. i didn't know you had a chef dna in your blood." [name] smiled lightly, holding the bowl up then setting it to his bedside table.

changing the topic, he thought. "what can i say? i'm a genius," he hid his flustered expression with a smirk. miles hand her the aspirin, sitting beside her on his bed. miles watched her chugged up the water. once she was done, he started, "y'know, you can tell me anything, right?" taking her hand in his. miles' other hand put the cup away, right next to the bowl.

as the heat of his palms envelopes hers, it made her lean her body to him, swallowing the heat of his body, head on his shoulder. miles gladly accepts the gesture, wrapping his arms around her. "i know you basically know all my secrets." chuckling, she played it cool.

miles rest his head on top of hers, breathing out a sigh, "not all of them.." pulling her to his lap, just letting her rest. he peaked the crown of her head. "¿Por qué bebiste hermosa?" [why did you drink, beautiful?]

[name] can tell he was worried, she also feels a little guilty. miles let her play with the helm of his shirt, folding and unfolding, tugging it, wrinkling it. whatever made her to process her words to say. "i don't know.."

"you don't know?" his hands tapping on her thighs, before drawing — doodling on her back with the tip of his finger. they're completely relaxed to each other, to the point they didn't see mrs. morales sneaking a picture of them, then letting them be.

"i was... feeling kinda lonely, i guess.." she crumbled the bottom of his shirt, "i don't really know.." she whispered, dancing around the truth. she's too embarrassed to admit that she misses him dearly,

they've been like this for almost a year. few months after miles became spiderman, he's always there for her.

they still have time together, but after a few times of miles missing a date or hangout... those few times became often. and she feels like she's his best friend again, just.. hanging around for a short while before he leaves.

"y'know, you told me you feel unloved because i always cancelled our dates..." miles feel her hands stopped fidgeting, her state completely frozen. "is it true?"

when [name] only stayed quiet, he suck his teeth. "hey, it's okay if you do. i won't cancel on you again, i promise you."

"...i—" she took a breath, "i don't want to feel like a priority to you..." miles frowned at that, "you're already busy being spiderman, and with your studies not to mention with your parents, i don't want to squeeze myself in there—"

[name] was unable to finish as his lips pressed into hers, miles pulled away from a second, looking at her briefly before locking their lips in a kiss again.

once pulled away, the girl is in awe for a short amount of time before hiding into his neck. miles gave her ear a kiss, whispering. "you don't have to squeeze yourself in. you're already in it." sighing, disappointed to himself, "it was my fault.."

"miles..." she shook her head, ready to deny his words.

"no, don't deny it." he pulled away, looking at her beautiful face, cupping it in his hands. "I've been a bad boyfriend to you for so many months now... and i'm really sorry, sunflower.." [name] feel her heart skip a beat at the old nickname he always call her when they started their relationship, where everything was perfect.

the nickname brought both nostalgia.

"i wanna make it up to you, and not just flowers, chocolates, and some drawings." holding her hands in his, he kisses each and every finger and knuckles, "i want to make it up to you in a real date, without any interpretations. just me and you." his eyes held hope and determination. he doesn't want to mess this up.

[name] feel a smile crept to her lips before it was wiped out and worry was replaced. "but miles, what if—"

"dad can handle it." miles immediately answered, but her expression didn't change, she feels like she would be the reason why someone would get hurt because spiderman didn't show up. "they'll be okay. it will only be once in a while. there are no super villain on the loose for them to need me. dad can handle a few criminals."

the smiled he adored came back, making him mirror it. "okay," she nodded, pulling him into her once again, "i missed you."

"i missed you too, sunflower."

sorry for not posting sooner, writer's block beat me like miguel beating miles (child abuse /jk) 😔

[howlingday]

Prometidos!AU

El padre de jaune en su adolescencia tuvo problemas con el alcohol y las fiestas al estilo hangover, entré sus travesuras termino teniendo una competencia de bebidas con un tipo fornido pelirrojo y fiestero alocado como el, en la cual dijo que si el ganaba su primer hijo varón y su "futura hija" (en sus propias palabras) se casarían, desafortunadamente el pelirrojo tenía más resistencia que el por lo cual éste mismo perdió. En su momento no le dio importancia y con el tiempo lo fue olvidando reprimiendo sus recuerdos de una época que lo avergonzaba, pero todo cambia cuándo jaune su único hijo varón termina llamándolo respeto a un supuesto matrimonio arreglado, y lo siguiente que ve es una niña de la edad de su hijo más baja y pelirroja conviviendo con sus demás hijas. A juniper no le va a gustar esto

Éste es una de ésas ideas de matrimonio arreglado pero con un giro, en este caso nora se entera de un matrimonio que su padre le organizo ya sea por un abogado que la estuvo buscando o por otros medios, en la cual busca y va directo a jaune como su prometida, en la cual éste último al principio creé que es una broma pero las cosas van escalando hasta que se da cuenta que es verdad, al principio no se lo toma bien y está dispuesto a hacer todo lo posible para acabar con esto pero se da cuenta de que nora también no está del todo comoda con esto y que era mas un tipo de esperanza para estar en una familia, jaune al comprender esto la presenta con su familia y sus hermanas para que la hagan sentir a gustó, aún quiere acabar con el matrimonio pero éso no quiere decir que la deje a su suerte y que no puede tener otro integrante en su familia, talvez con el tiempo las cosas cambien y sean algo más pero por el momento le dará justo lo que quiere

Quería hacer algo más con la idea de los matrimonios que simplemente dos personajes de pronto tengan que unirse por sus padres y nadie hace nada, además que puedo decir tengo debilidad por nora's arc

Promised!AU Jaune's father, in his adolescence, had problems with alcohol and hangover-style parties. Among his antics, he ended up having a drinking competition with a burly red-haired guy and a crazy party animal like him, in which he said that if he won, his first son and his "future daughter" (in his own words) would get married. Unfortunately, the redhead had more resistance than him, which is why he himself lost. At the time, he did not give it importance and over time forgot it, repressing his memories of a time that embarrassed him. But everything changes when Jaune, his only son, ends up calling him respect for a supposed arranged marriage, and the next thing he sees is a girl, about her son's age, shorter and with red hair, living with his other daughters. Juniper is not going to like this. This is one of those arranged marriage ideas but with a twist, in this case, Nora finds out about a marriage that her father arranged for her either through a lawyer who was looking for her or by other means, in which she searches and goes directly to Jaune as his fiancée, in which the latter at first thought it was a joke but things escalated until he realized it was true, at first he didn't take it well and was willing to do everything possible to end this But he realizes that Nora is also not entirely comfortable with this and that it was more of a type of hope to be in a family, Jaune, upon understanding this, presents her with his family and his sisters so that they can make her feel comfortable, even He wants to end the marriage but that doesn't mean he leaves her to her own devices and that she can't have another member in her family. Maybe over time things will change and become something more but for the moment it will give her just what she wants. I wanted to do something more with the idea of ​​marriages that simply two characters suddenly have to join together because of their parents and no one does anything, besides what can I say I have a weakness for Nora's arc

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Kind of reminds me of my old Nora the Arc AU that won't go any further than it already has. Ah, well...

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"I never had anything like this..."

"A roommate?" Jaune asked his future... Well, Dad says bride, but he didn't feel comfortable thinking about her that way.

"A bed for myself."

"...But this is my bed."

Nora blinked. "Well, it's my bed, too!" She then walked over and tapped his nose. "But you can share it with me if you want~!"

Her mood certainly improved. Jaune heaved a sigh and climbed under the blanket. Nora lifted herself over the side and fell through the covers. Jaune looked to the sudden crater in his bed.

"Nora?"

"Hmmph!" A muffled shout called. "Mmph!"

"Hang on!" Jaune looked between the hallway and Nora, choosing between helping his new friend or calling for someone else to help. Steeling himself, he shoved his hand into the crater of cloth, his hand slapping something hard and getting a sharp pain in response. "OUCH! Hey! No biting!"

Jaune pulled her up and she clung to him. He thought about pushing her off, but he already knew how much stronger she was, even while she was still asleep. So, he pulled the covers over himself and Nora and fell asleep with her clinging onto him.

"Aw... Aren't the little lovebirds cute?"

"Nicholas!" Hushed his wife. "Just because you made a stupid choice when you were younger doesn't mean you get to make Jaune and Nora pay for your mistake!"

"I know, I know." He waved his hands defensively. "Still, just seeing Jaune keeping Nora safe like that... Kinda makes them seem perfect for each other."

"You mean aside from the bite mark on his hand?"

"Oh, and like you've never bit me before?"

[stuckybarton]

Heads Under Water XV

Summary: Things come to a head for everyone to see. Character: K'uk'ulkan/Namor x Atlantean Descendant! Filipino! Female Reader. Word Count: 1,317 Chapter Warnings: Mention of Alcohol Consumption. K'uk'ulkan is groveling! A/N: Not yet back, just thought I could post this just for the hell of it. Just gave birth and me and the baby are back home so there is that little reason for me still not being able to be back.

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Part XV

Somehow, the worse decision you have made was drinking. Catching up with your cousins meant sharing a good few beers and array of other alcohol that they could get in a short notice. You’ve consumed a beer too many from the likes of it and after everyone was asleep, you were sitting by the sand, watching the moon.

One hand held onto the remaining can of beer and the other held onto the conch shell K'uk'ulkan had given you before you left Wakanda. It still made you wonder how such an ordinary shell could communicate with the bastard. You had done your best to tinker with the damn shell without damaging it but all leads to the fact that it was an ordinary shell. The bastard must be fucking with you one last time.

“Fuck it.” You muttered downing the remaining beer before taking a deep breath and holding the shell against your lips.

It was midnight and you were certain that no one would be awake at this time so you did was you do best in times of drunken stupor, you cursed in your mother language right at the shell, over and over again, you called the man every choice words in your book for the shit he has placed on you. Making you like him, trusting him, and making you feel the very thing you tried your best to avoid all your life—love.

 “I fucking hate you for making me feel like this. For making feel like I deserve even a sprinkle of love then you all crush it down to hurt me.” You spat before you threw the shell onto the water with a resounding plop.

Wobbling back up, you tried to regain your balance in your drunken state and somehow you felt a little bit lighter for what you’ve done. Taking a deep lungful breath of the cold air, you exhaled and made your way back home. Praying you wouldn’t have to deal with the hangover that was always accompanies your drinking.

Stumbling your way back home, the familiar sensation of someone watching you was ignored as you shut the door behind you and went to bed, the dream of the man with dangerous brown eyes was there to keep you company for the next morning.

It was the fluttering warmth of the morning sun that brought you back to consciousness the following day. Making your way down to the kitchen, you caught sight of your parents in the dinner table. A hearty breakfast and strong coffee freshly brewed was there to welcome you for the morning.

“Morning,” You greeted plopping down besides your father, head resting on his shoulder while you tried to recover from the antics of last night.

“Unang gabi mo sa bahay alak agad inatupag mo kasama mga pinsan mo. (It’s your first night back and the first thing you do is drink with your cousin).” Your father playfully scolded. Hand already going right at work with rubbing your aching forehead. “Uminom ka ng kape para mahimasmasan ka. (Drink your coffee so you could recover).” He continued on.

You did just that. Drinking the kapeng barako with gusto, never minding the scorching heat from it and it did help with the headache a little but it would take you the entire day to recover the rest of it out of your system.

“Ano mga gagawin mo habang nandito ka sa bahay? (What are you planning to do while you’re in the house?)” Your mother inquired, handing you a plate of fried rice, dried fish, and spam.

“Papahinga lang muna ako ngayon siguro. (Maybe I’ll just recover for today).” You pointed out.

“Oo nga pala, Anak. Dumaan pala yung isa mo pang kaibigan. Sinabi ko nagpapahinga ka. (That reminds me, Baby. Another one of your friends stopped by. I told them you were still sleeping).”

The hairs at the back of your head stood at your mother’s words. Looking at her she seemed unfazed by whoever stopped by, but after what had happened from last night—the recollection of your drunken spree, you somehow feared for the worst.

“Sino? (Who?)”

“Namora ata yung pangalan niya? Hindi ko rin matandaan. Basta babae sya na kulay blue. Okay lang bang sabihin ko yun? (I think Namora was her name? I don’t really remember. But she was a blue-colored girl. Is that okay for me to say?)”

They have actually found you.

~ ‘I fucking hate you for making me feel like this. For making feel like I deserve even a sprinkle of love then you all crush it down to hurt me.’

When he had first received your message, he was happy that you eventually did want to talk to him. But what followed was a shrilling scream that almost woke the entire Talokanil population. Then it was an array of foreign words that he didn’t know the full context but caught glimpses here and there that he was for certain were curse words directed at him.

The next thing he had picked up was the slight slur in your words that had worried him for a moment fearing you to be in danger but only realized you were drunk by the hiccups that followed. Then it had ended with a confession that he would have never thought would ever come out of your lips.

Over and over those words had haunted him. It had been a week now since you’ve left, a week of him trying to handle the damage caused by the people of Atlantis, the cleanup had been a nightmare and the worry of his people was something he constantly needed to reassure. He genuinely had his hands tied behind his back and he could not choose to go to you as he is needed by his people first and foremost.

He needed to figure out where the enemy resides before anything else. Before he could truly pursue you in a mission to gain your forgiveness and trust back.

“K'uk'ulkan,”

He didn’t need to look behind him to know who it was. Since that fateful day in his chambers, Namora had tried her best to keep him at arms-length, focusing more on helping with the search, as well as assisting with whatever the people of Talokan would need while they recover. It was the first time in days since they had even spoke to each other.

“Namora,” He turned to acknowledge her, the frown that was now constantly evident in her features shook him still. It was because of him that she felt like so.

Without another word, the familiar shell he had given you a week ago was thrown towards him. The frown that reach his face could not fully express the utter confusion of why Namora had it in her possession. It was supposed to be with you.

“Leti' u ma'alo'ob u u ts'ook le ken estuvo waye'. (She is doing better than the last time she was here).” Namora explained his confusion. “Bey u náachkunta'al Wakanda yéetel Talokan ti' betaji' ba'al ma'alob. (It seems getting away from Wakanda and Talokan had done her some good.).”

He found himself visibly flinch at her words. But he was still, at fault for what had happened to you even throughout the days that you were in his chambers. Try as he might to deny it there was the underlying truth of your captivity in his chambers and the effect it had on your psyche as a result.

“Yaan in meentik le ba'alo'ob ma'alob. K'abéet in meetej ma'alob. (I will make things right. I need to make things right).”

In this moment in time, he was uncertain who he was making such a promise to. If it was to Namora, to you, or to himself. But one way or another, he needed to keep his word even if it means compromising everything else just to make it so.

[ratedfleur]

an arranged marriage with gyuvin meant being tied down to him, always needing to play nice whenever you both were around each other's parents.

you always couldn't understand why you were paired with the fuck boy son of the kims and not the studious one, you thought you could've enjoyed the fake marriage more if it was with him, maybe he could’ve even changed your ways.

you always liked going out at night, drinking the night away without caring how you get home in the morning, treating the hangover like a one night stand who always stayed until you woke up.

and being acquainted with gyuvin meant seeing him in clubs that you always went to, arm wrapped around a person with a new face.

not wanting to get reprimanded by your friends that liked gyuvin for you, you always pulled gyuvin away from his new flings despite gyuvin resisting and making a scene.

"what the actual fuck is wrong with you? ba't mo ko hinila paalis? tangina, ni-hindi pa nga ako nalalasing, iuuwi mo na ko?!" gyuvin cursed, hand pushing yours away that held his forearm as you pulled him out of the club.

"lugar ko 'to, go drink elsewhere— yung hindi ko nakikita yang pag-mumukha mo."

"just kiss me para di mo makita mukha ko." gyuvin replies sarcastically, rolling his eyes as his hands are stretched out to make a point before he yelped when you pulled his arm, smashing your lips against his.

[daphnefisherofficial]

bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN - ALL HAS BEEN REVEALED.

You awoke in a haze, the relentless pounding in your skull matching the rhythmic throbbing of your heart as the agony of yesterday’s hangover threatened to tear your head apart. Your recollection of the previous night was hazy at best, cloudy as the recent dreams you’ve had that you couldn’t quite grasp. As you tried to piece together the fragments of memory, your surroundings slowly came into focus. You found yourself in an unfamiliar room, and for a disorienting moment, you couldn’t place where you were. You were lying in a strange bed, the sheets soft and inviting, but the disarray of the room told a different story.

The dim, morning light filtered in through the curtains, revealing your disheveled state. Slowly, as the fog began to lift, you became aware of another presence in the room. A warm body pressed against your side, soft breaths brushing against your face as they tickled your cheek. A brief moment of panic coursed through you at the prospect of a complete stranger wrapping you in their arms. Slowly turning your head to find out the identity of your mystery companion, fear was soon replaced with mild relief as you saw a familiar face within your line of sight.

Marc's sleeping form greets your eyes, his bare chest in contact with your own as a rosy blush slowly makes its way to your cheeks at your close proximity. His arms were wrapped around your torso in a secure embrace, his grip on your waist tight as if he were afraid to let you go. Your relief at his presence was now replaced with confusion, completely puzzled at how you ended up in Marc’s bed together in the first place. 

Flickers of last night’s escapades began to resurface in your mind like bubbles in a pot of boiling water. There were your tipsy smiles and boisterous laughter, your ill-advised attempt at pole dancing on a nearby lamppost, and the sudden, terrifying sound of gunshots ringing in your ears. You remembered the searing pain in your shoulder and lower back as you crumpled to the ground.

Your eyes widened as the memory of the attack from last night finally became crystal clear, the realization sending shivers down your spine. Your left hand immediately shot to your right shoulder, your fingers cautiously reaching to touch the spots where the bullets had struck. But to your great surprise and shock, the skin was healed, smooth and unblemished, as if the gunshot wounds had never existed in the first place.

You turned your head, fully alert now, as you moved to check his body for any similar wounds, the sound of gunshots still ringing inside your head. To your great relief, Marc’s chest and torso were clear of any injuries.

“You’re okay”, you whispered, a lone tear escaping your eye. “We’re okay, Marc, thank heavens”

Marc began to stir beside you, his gruff morning voice breaking through the silence. "Tranquila, cariño," he murmured, his words laced with a hint of a Spanish accent. “Estoy aquí para protegerte”

It's okay, sweetheart. I'm here to protect you.

You froze as you registered his words, feeling like an ice-cold bucket of water has been splashed on your entire being. His voice was familiar, but something was definitely off. You couldn’t quite put a finger on what it was as the world around you seemed to grind to a halt. 

You watched with bated breath as he slowly woke, his eyelids slowly fluttering open as deep, piercing brown eyes eerily identical to Marc Spector’s familiar ones met your puzzled stare. Your heart raced as you looked into his dark, intense eyes, immediately realizing that the man before is definitely not Marc Spector. And certainly not Steven Grant, as you knew him to be at his aunt’s house, tending to her ailing, sick self. It was someone entirely different who’s in bed with you, and the slow realization hit you like a ton of bricks.

You couldn't move, couldn't speak as your entire being was frozen in disbelief. The growing confusion was written plainly on your face, but the stranger seemed unperturbed. He offered you a reassuring smile, his fingers gently tracing your jawline.

“¿Estás bien, querida? Te duele algo?”

Are you all right, dear? Are you in any pain?

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the emotions that swirled within you as the recesses of moon magic slowly danced at your fingertips. Despite the new moon significantly reducing your power, your fight-and-flight instincts immediately surged forth as your adrenaline kicked in.

You swallowed hard, your mind racing. "Tú no eres Marc Spector," you managed to say, your voice shaky with a mixture of fear and confusion. "¿Quién eres exactamente?"

You are not Marc Spector. Who exactly are you?

“Hablas español, eh?” Jake chuckled, sleep finally evading him as he slowly got up, looking at anywhere but you as he couldn’t bear to see your frightened expression. “Creía que sólo hablabas tu lengua materna.”

You speak Spanish, huh? I thought you only spoke your native language.

“Hablé la lengua de los conquistadores durante un breve tiempo”, you responded, briefly telling him of how your linguistic ability in Spanish came to be. “Pero no respondiste a mi pregunta. ¿Quién eres exactamente?”

I spoke the language of the conquerors for a short time. But you didn't answer my question. Who exactly are you?

Seeing you scramble away from him slightly broke Jake’s heart - he never wanted you to see him as the enemy. But he understood your current reaction as it was warranted. You do not know of him, nor his existence. He was supposed to be a secret.

“Mira”, Jake faced your way and edged closer, trying to reassure you that he meant no harm. “I will not hurt you”

"That’s not what I asked you" you demanded, your tone sharp as you scrambled away from the strange man before you. "Who are you, and where is Marc? What did you do to him?"

“I’m not Marc Spector, but I can’t explain everything right now”, the man resigned, regarding you with an inscrutable expression. He seemed cautious, choosing his words carefully. "It's not my place to tell you."

Your patience, frayed as it was, wore thin at his vague response. The weariness of your body was no match for the surge of power building within you. It was as if your very essence, your supernatural abilities, demanded answers. You could feel your magical prowess ready to burst forth, a tempest trapped within your being, seeking release.

"Then whose place is it?!" you exclaimed, your voice trembling with emotion. "You can't just tell me that and expect me to just accept your words without any explanation. Make me understand!"

Jake shifted uncomfortably, but he didn't yield. "I'm sorry, but I can't."

It was clear to you that he wasn't going to give up the information easily, and a surge of determination coursed through you. You were a babaylan (priestess), skilled in witchcraft and mystic arts for a long period of time, and if brute force was what it took to get the answers you sought, so be it.

Without warning, you lunged at Jake, tackling him to the bed. He tried to evade your punches and hits, but you were relentless. Fueled by your growing frustration, you were like a tempest, unrelenting in your pursuit of the truth. Blow after blow, you rained down upon him, your fists like hammers.

Then, with a sudden burst of energy, your fist hit him square in the chest with brutal force. As the impact connected, there was an otherworldly explosion of energy, and Jake's body convulsed violently. You watched in astonishment as a spectral, translucent form was ejected from his physical body, his soul or astral form.

And then, the impossible happened. Not one, but three souls were pushed out of Jake's body, hovering above him. Marc and Steven, identical expressions of shock etched across their faces, were among them. Their voices rang out in unison, echoing through the room, as if they believed it to be a strange, shared dream.

“What the hell, Steven?!”

“Bloody hell, Marc! I dunno what’s happening!”

You, too, were taken aback, your heart pounding in your chest. It was a surreal, unbelievable sight. You had never witnessed anything like this before. And as your eyes darted between the three astral forms, you realized that this was a moment of truth. The identities of these men, once shrouded in mystery, had been laid bare before you.

As if sensing your gaze, Marc and Steven turned to you, their dread evident in their eyes. They no longer had the veil of secrecy to hide behind. Their true natures were exposed, and there was no going back.

"Marc? Steven?" you whispered their names, your voice trembling. "Is that really you?"

The two figures, once identical yet distinctly different, turned toward you, their expressions a tumultuous blend of fear, relief, and resignation. They seemed to be searching for the right words, the right way to explain the unexplainable.

And as you gazed into their eyes, your own powers receded, retreating like a retreating tide, their urgency replaced by a profound curiosity. You watched as Marc's astral form approached, hovering directly in front of you while Steven trailing closely behind. Jake, on the other hand, sensed that it was not his place and instead resigned to observe from the sidelines. Choosing a nearby chair to sit, he watched the unfolding conversation before him.

“Mira!” Marc shouted, remembering what happened last night as his translucent hands grasped your arms tightly, eyes checking your body for any injuries. “Are you alright? You’ve been shot, I–”

“I’m alright”, you spoke, briefly pulling the neckline and the hem of your t-shirt away to reveal your healed skin from your shoulder and lower back to Marc and Steven. 

“Thank heavens”, Steven sighed in pure relief, the tears in his translucent facade evident. “We thought we’d lost you”

“Well, one of you saved me”, you replied, prompting everyone’s eyes including your own to dart at the newcomer’s direction. Jake avoided your gazes and hung his head low, folding his arms as he refused to acknowledge everyone’s presence. He was supposed to stay hidden. They weren’t supposed to know of his existence. You weren’t supposed to meet him.

You knelt before Jake, your eyes carefully regarding him as your hands slowly made their way to his own. “You’re the one who saved me last night, right?”

Jake slowly nodded, prompting Marc and Steven’s translucent forms to mimic your movements to get a closer look at their mystery savior - the man who only appeared during dire situations akin to life and death to save them. 

“That night at Cairo”, Steven started. “When we were fighting Arthur Harrow, that was also you who saved Marc and I, wasn’t it?”

“Sí, that was me. I saved your sorry asses”, Jake chuckled, prompting Marc’s countenance to shift.

“This fucking guy–”

“Marc!” you snapped, prompting him to stop and give their third alter a dirty finger instead. You rolled your eyes at his actions, shortly before you returned your gaze to Jake. “Thank you for saving my life. What do I call you?”

“My name’s Jake”, he finally spoke, looking directly at everyone in the vicinity as the introductions were finally in order. “Jake Lockley”

END OF CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

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[theworldinclines]

the hangover pill drink was the same colour as the shoelaces ok para || els

[jezawitha-z]

❌Umuwi ng maaga

✅Umuwi ng umaga

Jwu at ang sarap pala sa pakiramdam na gigising na walang hangover. Hahahahaha. Ang perfect pa dahil may available na suam na mais (corn soup) yung landlord, nagchat si ate sakin if bet ko daw for lunch tas fried chicken for 60php lang lahat. ☺️

As I promised myself na di na mauulit yung kalasingan ko nung unang attempt ko talaga, ngayon 1 ½ glass lang ata nainom ka the entire night sa 5 towers na inorder nila. Hahahaha yung sakin daw iba na kulay malabnaw na sa kakalagay ng yelo. Hahahaha 😆

It was a blast. Pero yung energy ko on and off. Hindi talaga para sakin ang buhay party party. Well, atleast I really tried these things while young.✨

[definitelyhandsome]

Ipapako nalang sa krus si ppjiss di pa ako nakapag kwento eto na nga guys, HAHAHAHAHAHA.

MARCH 7 - Shet sobrang pagod ko dito ko may pasok pa ako kasi 7pm out ko tas syempre bilang lowkey excited kahit pagod hindi naman ako nakatulog 12 midnighr prep na kami then 1:30AM dumating kami ng airport tas apakahabang hintayan pa 7am pa kami nakalapag ang hassle tanda ko dyan ako nagbreak out kung kelan magbabakasyon pero oks lang minsan lang magbakasyon lets go.

MARCH 8 (Morning) - Mga 10am kami nakarating ng Capiz then lunch tas meet and greet woth cousins wow as a main character HAHAHAHAHA ayon, nakaidlip naman ako tas nung hapon nag -batchoy hunting kami alam nyo sa 3 days ko Capiz naka 7 bowls ako (syempre iba ibang araw) alam nyo favorite ko talaga sabaw kala ko naman unli sabaw dito tulad ng pares dito samen so sabi ko pa-refill nag usap sila in hiligaynon and it goes like this wow (nakakaintindi ako guys kaso words lang kaya kong banggitin haha or phrases ganyan)

Pinsan ko: Ate magkano pa refill ng sabaw loko tong pinsan ko inubos nya lang yung sabaw eh

Tindera: Nagbabakasyon sya dito?

Pinsan: Oo akala nya daw kasi unli yung sabaw

Tindera; Tumawa sige ibigay ko nalang muna ng free.

Me: Salamat po!

Tindera: Nakakaintindi ka?

Me: Opo hindi lang ako marunong po magsalita hehe.

Tindera: Ah okay next time pagbalik mo may bayad na to ha?

tas sabi nung pinsan ko magpapabreast feed kaba? tumawa nalang kame lahat HAHAHAHAHAHAHA kahit apakainet sabaw yung parang kape ko then nag color game ako nyan kinagabihan kase disperas palang naman ng fiesta non nanalo ako 450 then biglang sibat pinang inom nalang namin ng mga pinsan ko then kinagabihan 7pm may luto na yung auntie ko para bukas tas may freedrinks kaso tanduay kasama yung mga tito ko buti nalang kamo graduate nako sa redhorse at nakapagpractice nako ng matagal mag alfonso tubig guys pang championship yung tagayan dito kalahating baso 8:30pm umuwi na kami tas buti nakapagpahinga ako nakapag gin pa kami 2 tas 2 mojito ng mga pinsan ko siguro mga 11pm narin kami natapos sleep tight talaga ako buti nalang wala namang hangover kahit halo halo na ininom ko hahaha

[lcdyinlecther]

𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 | SELF PARA.

You may bury my body Down by the highway side You may bury my body Down by the highway side

she thought she was unstoppable.

TRIGGER WARNING: attempted murder, blood, guns, violence, gore.

12:50 AM babylon nightclub

oxana could not remember the last time she felt like this. wild. free.

maybe at eighteen, fresh from the clutches of the ties that bind. she could still see the binding marks on her wrists, if she looked close enough. a robotic lifetime, nothing more than cogs and wheels. how refreshing it had felt, to hear the sticks crackling beneath her sneakers. to feel the dampness of the early spring air.

of course she knew what they had to fear. some kind of unknown entity, who had made damn sure to keep itself just out of their reach, the leader of the army of the unknown. things could only feel like heaven for a limited amount of time in this hellscape; perhaps she should have known better, being on serpent grounds. at a serpent party. even still it was the truth -- a bitter pill to swallow. while money could buy happiness -- there was some irony that they couldn't afford a lifetime supply of it. no one could. maybe that was why oxana had found herself loosing her grip on her sainity, the reminders she had given to stay alert. know why we're here. and above all else, protect yourself.

she had felt somewhat confused leaving her conversation with griffin -- maybe there were some serpents that could actually be bearable. perhaps she would feel a little differently when the alcohol wore off, and the headache set in. perhaps their exchange would taste bitter alongside her next morning's coffee, nursing her hangover over a plate of diner's finest. all she had known before were the entitled elite, the one's who paid her to expose who they truly were, be their depraved little plaything -- before the went back home. sometimes to their doting wives, to their children, or the confines of their mother's basements.

all of this felt too good to be true. everyone was talking, laughing, reveling in each other's presence despite the circumstances. even she had gotten lost in it, before she came back down to earth again. both shoes were hanging above the club almost unwilling to drop -- she could hear their aggressor's laughter echoing faintly in her ears. god, she wanted to go home. even still, she wore anya's mask like ornate steel armor.

she wished she were anya now. floating through the crowd of seduction like a woman walking on air, convincing men to open their wallets by simply looking in their direction. and yet, seduction seemed to have a hold on her, the girl oxana wanted to be. the woman in this dress, lipstick blood red, was nothing more than a monster.

if only she could think. remember how to breathe. such an elementary skill is powerless when introduced to the sounds of chatter and an unrelenting bass.

the bathroom. while she knew the bass would echo through the door, but she would at least be able to make out some of her own thoughts. certainly far more private than anywhere she could have found in seduction. there was always someone there. perhaps there was even now, watching her. waiting for the very moment she let her guard down.

little did she know just how right she was.

there are moments before she feels the cool breeze of danger on the back of her neck. with the life she's had, she can feel her stomach drop before someone even dares to act. survival is anything but an easy and thus, one has to make sacrifices — such as one’s own sanity.

breathe, oxana. breathe.

she isn't quite sure how she's managed to get the bathroom all to herself -- but she certainly won't complain. it certainly is lucky, just as she was looking for solace. maybe a bit too lucky. shadows lurk all around them, but the one cast from the outside looms a little larger. if she looked close enough -- she could see it's eyes. red, dark and cold.

she doesn't even see a face -- nor does she bother to look for one. as he, she, it stands there, a demon returning to it's home in the dark, all oxana sees is the barrel of a gun. she can smell it, the hunger for her fear. and while she feels it bubbling in her chest, the dreaded moment she knew was always coming, her face remains stone. she's been here before, and it's ended with her covered in blood and holding the gun.

it walks closer and closer, it's boots slowly making as they slowly come into contact with the tile floor. and yet, she stays in place. for a hothead, even she knew there were times when she had to remain calm and collected. that is, until she feels the barrel of the gun making contact with her forehead. even then, all she offers the being is eye contact.

this being doesn't deserve her words. she will not beg, she will not cry, ask for them to spare her meager life.

instead, she finds an opening. before she can even blink, the sound around her fades into nothingness as she makes the first move -- an attempt to take out their legs. however, oxana misses when she reaches for the gun.

the bang was quieter than she expected -- but the pain is instantanious. eyes travel to the wound in her stomach, unable to even notice the blood on her black dress until she moves her hand into vision. then comes the sound. the screaming outside, the sounds of expensive designer shoes hitting the marble of babylon's floor. good, they're all running for the exit. oxana feels a childish hope that she'll make it too, but the hallway soon becomes her home. she sinks to the floor, back against the mahogany.

funny, how the sound left her again. thankfully, her mind was quiet. even with the amount of blood she had lost, she could still register just enough that she had company.

she would know his voice anywhere -- it calls out to her through the fog clouding her mind. she almost smiles when she hears it, as her blood taints babylon's floors. riley. of course he came for her. there had never been a time when she had to fear death -- at least, not since she became it. oh, how times had changed. now it was she with her hand covering an open wound, wondering why the fuck she had let her guard down. when she had lost her trust in the very gut the bullet had breeched.

he would get her out of this. riley would get her out of this. he would find remi -- they would find sully. sully. despite a vow she had sworn to protect him, protect the ghost riders -- she knew damn well he would be fine. but even still.. she needed to find him. she needed to find the strength to stand on her own and make sure her people were okay, even if she had to hold her wound closed to make that happen.

she has her solace now -- but she had to get shot in the process. oxana grips to riley as much as she can, burying her face in his chest. she can't look at it anymore, this place. it is on a stretcher where she begins to see moving pictures again, so many people trying to talk to her at once as she's being loaded into an ambulence.

" miss? miss? what's your name? "

" o -- oxana. oxana.... semyonova. "

her speech is broken, but it's there. she's alive.

" alright oxana -- we're gonna take care of you sweetheart. you're gonna be alright. you're safe now. "

safe. such a funny word, when you've never quite truly believed in it. saftey was nothing more than a ghost story.

[x-bakitakosikiko]

Life update:

Trigger warning ⚠️

Today marks the 16th day na diretso akong walang proper tulog, kahit galing sa inom. Lumilipas lsng yung hangover. In short sleep deprived. Kahit bitawan ko ang phone ko, kahit magbilang ako ng tupa. Kahit ipikit ko ang mata ko at maglagay sa ilong ng white flower to calm my nerves. The flooding of thoughts never stop.

The past few weeks, or you can say months. Makakatulog ako around 4am or 5am, magigising din either around 8am (pag walang taping), 6am or 7am depende sa pullout time. Thankfully the work drive didn’t stop.

Malalang mood swings, iiyak for no apparent reason, gets numb from the slightest, most nonsensical reels.

Gets excessively emotional from either overwhelmingly neutral, happy, scary, sad or even cute dogs and cat videos randomly scrolled up and down from youtubeshorts, ig reels or tiktok.

Having the urge to not talk to anyone or ignore and rarely reply to any personal messages just to isolate myself.

Kung walang commitment hindi lalabas ng unit. Lalabas man after the said commitment uuwi din agad, hindi kakain, hihiga, konting workout, reply sa viber messages then back to staring at a blank space.

I’m thinking of going back to seeking professional help pero I don’t know where to start. It’s been a while since I last seek for help pero now I’m clueless and helpless.

I wanted to get fixed on my own like how it was the past few years but this time, I know something’s going on, I just don’t know what’s causing it (or maybe I know, and that I was just denying it myself).

Most of the time, and most of the people who know me, na I’m a bag of smiles and laughter but within the walls of my comfort zone and solitude. This is what I’m going through.

It was all just a facade.

You’ll never know what people are going through behind all the smiles and laughter.

**Not posting this para magpapansin. Just wanted to post this to impose awareness, even self awareness. To remind me that there’s something wrong. Also posting this dahil hindi ako nagrereply masyado sa personal messages, or hindi manlang nagpaparamdam para makita ng parents ko and malaman nila kung bakit ako hindi sumasagot. At malaman nilang Okay lang ako, okay pa ako.

All will be well.

[seannesruins]

Buenavista, Gubat, Sorsogon

Spent the night in a Kubo accommodation, nag one on one ng GSM Mojito and forgot to take decent pics dahil lasing na ang beshy mo hahahahaha.

Kape at yosi agad sa umaga para di tumuloy ang hangover. Dadayo pa kasi sa ibang parte ng Sorsogon sa hapon.

[shelli-jay-says]

FACTS ABOUT CUCUMBERS YOU MUST KNOW

Hechos que debes saber sobre los pepinos

1. Cucumbers contain most of the vitamins you need every day, just one cucumber contains Vitamin B1, Vitamin B2, Vitamin B3, Vitamin B5, Vitamin B6, Folic Acid, Vitamin C, Calcium, Iron, Magnesium, Phosphorus, Potassium and Zinc.

1. Los pepinos contienen la mayoría de las vitaminas que necesitas todos los días, solo un pepino contiene vitamina B1, vitamina B2, vitamina B3, vitamina B5, vitamina B6, ácido fólico, vitamina C, calcio, hierro, magnesio, fósforo, potasio y zinc.

2. Feeling tired in the afternoon, put down the caffeinated soda and pick up a cucumber. Cucumbers are a good source of B vitamins and Carbohydrates that can provide that quick pick-me-up that can last for hours.

2. Si te sientes cansado por la tarde, deja el refresco con cafeína y toma un pepino. Los pepinos son una buena fuente de vitaminas B y carbohidratos que pueden proporcionar ese estímulo rápido que puede durar horas.

3. Tired of your bathroom mirror fogging up after a shower? Try rubbing a cucumber slice along the mirror, it will eliminate the fog and provide a soothing, spa-like fragrance.

3. ¿Cansado de que el espejo de tu baño se empañe después de la ducha? Intenta frotar una rodaja de pepino a lo largo del espejo, eliminará la niebla y proporcionará una fragancia relajante similar a la de un spa.

4. Are grubs and slugs ruining your planting beds? Place a few slices in a small pie tin and your garden will be free of pests all season long. The chemicals in the cucumber react with the aluminum to give off a scent undetectable to humans but drive garden pests crazy and make them flee the area.

4. ¿Las larvas y las babosas están arruinando tus lechos de siembra? Coloque algunas rebanadas en un molde pequeño para pastel y su jardín estará libre de plagas durante toda la temporada. Los químicos en el pepino reaccionan con el aluminio para emitir un olor indetectable para los humanos, pero enloquecen a las plagas del jardín y las hacen huir del área.

5. Looking for a fast and easy way to remove cellulite before going out or to the pool? Try rubbing a slice or two of cucumbers along your problem area for a few minutes, the phytochemicals in the cucumber cause the collagen in your skin to tighten, firming up the outer layer and reducing the visibility of cellulite. Works great on wrinkles too!!!

5. ¿Buscas una manera rápida y fácil de eliminar la celulitis antes de salir o ir a la piscina? Frote una o dos rodajas de pepino a lo largo de su área problemática durante unos minutos, los fitoquímicos del pepino hacen que el colágeno de la piel se tense, reafirmando la capa externa y reduciendo la visibilidad de la celulitis. Funciona muy bien en las arrugas también!!!

6. Want to avoid a hangover or terrible headache? Eat a few cucumber slices before going to bed and wake up refreshed and headache free. Cucumbers contain enough sugar, B vitamins and electrolytes to replenish essential nutrients the body lost, keeping everything in equilibrium, avoiding both a hangover and headache!!

6. ¿Quiere evitar una resaca o un terrible dolor de cabeza? Coma unas rodajas de pepino antes de acostarse y despiértese renovado y sin dolores de cabeza. Los pepinos contienen suficiente azúcar, vitaminas B y electrolitos para reponer los nutrientes esenciales que el cuerpo perdió, manteniendo todo en equilibrio, evitando tanto la resaca como el dolor de cabeza.

7. Looking to fight off that afternoon or evening snacking binge? Cucumbers have been used for centuries and often used by European trappers, traders and explores for quick meals to thwart off starvation.

7. ¿Buscas combatir ese atracón de bocadillos de la tarde o la noche? Los pepinos se han utilizado durante siglos y, a menudo, los cazadores, comerciantes y exploradores europeos los utilizan como comidas rápidas para evitar el hambre.

8. Have an important meeting or job interview and you realize that you don't have enough time to polish your shoes? Rub a freshly cut cucumber over the shoe, its chemicals will provide a quick and durable shine that not only looks great but also repels water.

8. ¿Tienes una reunión importante o una entrevista de trabajo y te das cuenta de que no tienes suficiente tiempo para lustrar tus zapatos? Frote un pepino recién cortado sobre el zapato, sus productos químicos proporcionarán un brillo rápido y duradero que no solo se ve muy bien sino que también repele el agua.

9. Out of WD 40 and need to fix a squeaky hinge? Take a cucumber slice and rub it along the problematic hinge, and voila, the squeak is gone!

9. ¿Está fuera de WD 40 y necesita arreglar una bisagra que chirría? Tome una rodaja de pepino y frótela a lo largo de la bisagra problemática, y listo, ¡el chirrido desaparece!

10. Stressed out and don't have time for massage, facial or visit to the spa? Cut up an entire cucumber and place it in a boiling pot of water, the chemicals and nutrients from the cucumber will react with the boiling water and be released in the steam, creating a soothing, relaxing aroma that has been shown the reduce stress in new mothers and college students during final exams.

10. ¿Estás estresado y no tienes tiempo para masajes, tratamientos faciales o visitas al spa? Corte un pepino entero y colóquelo en una olla con agua hirviendo, los químicos y nutrientes del pepino reaccionarán con el agua hirviendo y se liberarán en el vapor, creando un aroma calmante y relajante que se ha demostrado que reduce el estrés en las madres primerizas y los estudiantes universitarios durante los exámenes finales.

11. Just finish a business lunch and realize you don't have gum or mints? Take a slice of cucumber and press it to the roof of your mouth with your tongue for 30 seconds to eliminate bad breath, the phytochemicals will kill the bacteria in your mouth responsible for causing bad breath.

11. ¿Acabas de terminar un almuerzo de negocios y te das cuenta de que no tienes chicles ni mentas? Tome una rodaja de pepino y presiónela contra el paladar con la lengua durante 30 segundos para eliminar el mal aliento, los fitoquímicos matarán las bacterias en la boca responsables de causar el mal aliento.

12. Looking for a 'green' way to clean your taps, sinks or stainless steel? Take a slice of cucumber and rub it on the surface you want to clean, not only will it remove years of tarnish and bring back the shine, but is won't leave streaks and won't harm you fingers or fingernails while you clean.

12. ¿Está buscando una forma 'verde' de limpiar sus grifos, fregaderos o acero inoxidable? Tome una rodaja de pepino y frótela sobre la superficie que desea limpiar, no solo eliminará años de deslustre y devolverá el brillo, sino que no dejará rayas y no dañará sus dedos o uñas mientras limpia.

13. Using a pen and made a mistake? Take the outside of the cucumber and slowly use it to erase the pen writing, also works great on crayons and markers that the kids have used to decorate the walls!!

13. ¿Usaste un bolígrafo y cometiste un error? Tome el exterior del pepino y utilícelo lentamente para borrar la escritura del bolígrafo, ¡también funciona muy bien en crayones y marcadores que los niños han usado para decorar las paredes!

[mvrphyslcw]

      🌿             #MVRPHYSLCW.      dependent   +   original   character.      FEARGHUS MURPHY , the son of PAN.     established   in   september   of   2023.      penned   by   𝒅𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒐  (  she  /  it ,   23  ) .

um estudo sobre ser uma divindade póstuma, o poder das egrégoras, quanta feracidade habita um corpo, o grande homem verde, sacrifícios humanos e como Pã desenvolveu a palavra pânico.

CONEXÕES DESEJADAS | MUSINGS | PINTEREST

Bem-vindo de volta, semideus. Há 23 ANOS, você veio ao Acampamento pela primeira vez e se apresentou como FEARGHUS MURPHY, foi reclamado por PÃ e hoje já tem 33 ANOS. Nesse tempo em que ficou fora, desenvolveu melhor seu jeito PRAGMÁTICO, mas ainda persiste em ser ARROGANTE em dias ruins. É ótimo te ver de volta, especialmente estando mais a cara de AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON do que antes.

🌿      #MALDIÇÃO: AMBIVALÊNCIA.    

Aconteceu durante um experimento com alguns amigos semideuses bêbados, anos atrás: o grupo resolveu mexer com um pouco de magia sexual, e Afrodite os puniu por sua inconsequência, mas com uma chance de redenção. Em palavras simples, Fearghus têm até seus 35 anos para casar e ter um filho, seja adotado ou não, que deve ser dedicado à Afrodite; se não, ele ficará sexualmente impotente para o resto da vida.  Mais do que isso: Fearghus tem de ser um bom marido. Tem de haver um sentimento recíproco amoroso, assim como ele não deve trair, enganar ou fazer nada de má vontade. Caso consiga manter o comportamento por 5 anos, receberá uma bênção especial — que ele não sabe o que pode significar, visto que Afrodite nunca se importou em especificar.

🌿      #AESTHETIC&INSPO.  

 jumping fences, old leather jackets, picking locks, camping in tents, hitchhiking the way home, wearing sunglasses to hide a hangover, vodka in a water bottle, always running, writing obscene messages in the bathroom stalls, disheveled clothing, the smell of febreze masking marijuana, flower crowns. The Greenman (dir. Robert Day, 1956); Midsommar (dir. Ari Aster, 2019); The Wicker Man (dir. Robin Hardy, 1973); Fadas (mitologia); Mênades/Bacantes (mitologia).

🌿      #HISTÓRIA.  

GATILHOS ⸻ citação de uso de álcool por menores; cultos; assassinato; violência.

Segundo uma das mães de Fearghus, uma garrafa de uísque caiu em seu berço e este foi seu primeiro porre, por isso ele tem uma resistência tão alta à bebida. Acreditando ou não na história, é inegável o quanto a bebida participou da vida do irlandês-americano, circulando em muitas instâncias importantes de seu desenvolvimento. Na maior parte dos momentos, na verdade, ela constituiu uma parte importante de suas decisões e erros. Fearghus nasceu em uma comunidade alternativa e nunca soube realmente quem lhe deu a luz. Ele foi criado por muitos casais de vários gêneros ao longo dos anos, vivendo de maneira nômade, apresentando-se em pequenos shows e produzindo artesanato barato para sobreviver. Essa, inclusive, era a palavra chave para o que faziam: sobrevivência. Ela sempre viria em primeiro lugar. Demorou para que Fearghus cruzasse com um monstro pela primeira vez — ou pelo menos ele achava. A comunidade nunca ficava por muito tempo em um só lugar, apesar dele não entender essa necessidade de movimentação quando o que faziam era perfeitamente legal… Exceto que não era. Ao crescer um pouco mais, foi permitido que saísse para “explorar” com alguns dos membros mais velhos, e o que viu nunca deixou sua mente. Quando invadiram uma casa, acreditou que iam apenas roubá-los, mas estavam ali para algo diferente: causar pânico. Cultos de assassinato e “purificação” se tornaram bastante comuns nos EUA durante as últimas décadas, mas Fearghus nunca havia ouvido falar deles até o fatídico acontecimento da Greenman Street 1490. Ele não entendeu quando a polícia lhe disse que sua família era errada e apresentou provas de todas as coisas terríveis que eles haviam perpetuado ao longo dos anos; também não entendeu o que havia sido aquela coisa que eles soltaram sobre uma família inocente e que imediatamente tentou atacar Fearghus em uma raiva ensandecida. Fearghus passou a beber para esquecer. Removido para um orfanato em um lugar onde nunca havia escutado o nome, ele passou o restante da adolescência tentando fugir de formas estranhas que o perseguiam e falando com animais, coisas que nenhum adulto acreditava. Falavam muito sobre como ele precisava de tratamento, sobre a lavagem cerebral sofrida durante seus anos com o culto, e como ele deveria se portar agora, mas Fearghus sabia melhor do que ninguém o que seus olhos viam. Ele fugiu quando um letrigão o perseguiu por 12 quarteirões e acabou encontrando um sátiro comendo latinhas debaixo da ponte, que eventualmente o levou até o Acampamento. Nos anos seguintes, Fearghus não necessariamente fez do Acampamento seu lar, mas permaneceu entrando e saindo dele aqui e ali enquanto redigia seus próprios negócios ilícitos fora do terreno. O que ele fazia? Ninguém sabia muito bem, mas tinha algo a ver com animais selvagens, muita violência e muitas viagens. Típico de Fearghus. Seu pai, Pã, apenas assumiu sua paternidade três anos após sua chegada, quando Fearghus tentou colocar o chalé de Hermes à baixo em um ataque de raiva. Reconhecendo a natureza feral do filho, o deus se orgulhou do comportamento… E foi assim que se criou uma ameaça à sociedade de quase dois metros e bigode loiro. Quando o Acampamento fechou, Fearghus se entristeceu porque detinha boas memórias daquele lugar. Ele permaneceu auxiliando semideuses que encontrava pelo caminho, tentando levá-los até algum grupo ou local seguro, mas ele mesmo possuía pouca ou nenhuma vontade de ser visto como porto seguro para aquelas crianças… Especialmente quando descobriu que o antigo culto no qual havia sido criado estava de volta, mais forte do que nunca, e haviam lhe declarado como sua divindade principal. O anúncio da reabertura do Acampamento caiu como uma luva. Fearghus imediatamente se abrigou no lugar e passou a rezar para que ninguém, monstro ou humano, o encontrasse novamente. Mais do que isso: já era hora de cuidar de sua maldição, então seu prato estava mais do que cheio no momento. Ele precisava parar, pensar e recalcular. Infelizmente, esse nunca havia sido o ponto forte do rapaz.

🌿      #HABILIDADE: MÍMICA ANIMAL.    

Capacidade de imitar quaisquer animais ou monstros com características animalescas, adotando a sua especialidade, como o olfato de um cão, a velocidade de um inseto, as guelras de um peixe e até teias de uma aranha. Ele não poderia, por exemplo, se transformar no animal, seja parcial ou totalmente, mas consegue utilizar suas “habilidades” e adaptá-las ao seu próprio corpo em alguma extensão.

Como "efeito colateral" dessa habilidade, Fearghus muitas vezes exibe comportamentos animalescos. Farejar o ar, rosnar, dentre outros.

Ele pode utilizar a habilidade para se comunicar com animais em grande extensão ao, por exemplo, mimetizar os padrões de uivo de lobos ou os sons de um golfinho. Pode entender as mensagens dos animais e repassá-las aos humanos, assim como interpretar a linguagem corporal destes.

As habilidades se adaptam ao tamanho de seu corpo. Por exemplo, a formiga-cortadeira consegue carregar até 50 vezes o peso de seu corpo utilizando apenas a mandíbula, mas ela possui apenas 500 miligramas; Fearghus consegue adaptar a habilidade para o seu peso humano comum.

🌿      #CURIOSIDADES.  

Tem um problema com álcool, e isso é óbvio. Sua relação com bebida não é nada agradável e data de antes mesmo da sua maioridade. Ele não liga para avisos amigáveis sobre os perigos etílicos e muitas vezes comete erros por culpa disso. Também utiliza outras drogas constantemente.

Fora do Acampamento, costuma desempenhar funções de mercenário, geralmente indo atrás de traficantes de animais e caçadores. Ele busca os trabalhos mais difíceis, que são mais recompensadores.

É omnisexual e não seria avesso a uma relação poliamorosa e/ou não-monogâmica, apesar de ter uma veia possessiva bastante exacerbada.

Seu maior passatempo é contar histórias e se gabar.

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[nancydrewwouldnever]

This interviewer put him on the spot about his "hangover movie" comment. Ana's face when she heard that. LOL. It's hilarious to see him attempt to justify his comment.

https://www.tumblr.com/thetrashstache/714946169304924160/por-qu%C3%A9-ghosting-es-la-pel%C3%ADcula-ideal-para-los?source=share

Well, he definitely tries to dig himself out of that hole, but why did he just not describe it as "feel good fun movie" from the outset? That makes far more sense than "hangover movie."

[isabellawaites]

Marvel oc, crimson

First name : jackson

Last name : wilson, parker, howlett

Super name : crimson

[Name origin]

Crimson-dark red

Date of birth : august 31, ????

Age : 17 (x-men evolution), 20, (young avengers), 23 (guardians of the galaxy)

Zodiac : virgo ♍️

Nicknames : the crimson spider, little wanderer, not human, the hell hitman, the lost soul, widow red, mr geroy

Gender : male

Siblings : 1, half sister

Sexuality : bisexual

Species : mutant & made being

[Phobias]

Thalassophobia-fear of the deep ocean

Thanatophobia-losing someone you love

Dystychiphobia-fear of accidents

Hair color : red

Eye color : blue

Body type : a bit muscular

Origin(s) : ????

Current location : ????

Appearance

Portrayed by : eddie redmayne

Voice actor/actor : mike young/eddie redmayne

Height : 177cm

Alignment : chaotic good

Status : alive

Affiliation : member of the young avengers, member of the guardians of the galaxy, mercenary (formerly)

Physical health : somewhat good?

Mental health : somewhat good?

Likes : science, chimichangas, pancakes, photography, music, acrobatics, sewing, reading comic books & science fiction novels, mechanics, biochemistry, fireflies, sandwiches

Dislikes : deep water, being tired, evil in general, heavy smoking, corruption, war, losing a bet, pain, a type of green, cancer, weapon X program

[Does not have parents]

Family : natalia alianovna romanova/biological mother/russian-american (????)

James howlett & logan/biological father/canada (????)

Peter benjamin parker/biological father/american (????)

Wade wilson/biological father/canada (????)

Eleanor camacho/half sister (????)

Friends/allies : [X men]

Wolverine

Nightcrawler

Iceman

Deadpool

Gambit

Emma frost

Kitty pryde

Henry "Hank" McCoy

Cyclops

Angel

Professor X

[The avengers]

Spider man

Black widow

Iron man

Captain america

Thor

Hulk

Black panther

Quicksilver

Doctor strange

Wanda maximoff

Daredevil

Johnny storm

[Guardians of the galaxy]

Star-lord

Groot

Rocket raccoon

Gamora

Adam warlock

[Young avengers]

Wiccan

Speed

Hulkling

Loki

Enemies :

Thanos

Red skull

Doctor octopus

Mysterio

Carnage

Green goblin

Norman osborn

Morbius

Kingpin

Bullseye

Kang the Conqueror

Doctor Doom

Taskmaster

Juggernaut

Weapon X

Sabretooth

The KGB

Mephisto

Love interest : toxin symbiote, later on spider-man of 2099, miguel o'hara

Love status : deceased, currently dating

Weapons/accessories :

Webshooters (Only for disguise)

IWI Desert Eagle Mark XIX.

Beretta 92FS Inox.

Beretta Px4 Storm.

Glock 17.

FN SCAR-L

IMI Tavor MTAR-21

Daewoo K3

FN M249 SAW Para

M67 Hand Grenade

M72 LAW

Katanas

Browning automatic rifle, glock 17, 3 grenades

Batons

Teleportation device

Powers :

Spider physiology

Wall-crawling

Superhuman strength

Superhuman speed

Superhuman stamina

Superhuman durability

Superhuman equilibrium

Superhuman reflexes

Spider-sense

Psychological awareness of environment

Hibernation healing

Talons and fangs

Spinnerets

Master combatant

Super resistant to hangovers

Knowledge of different languages

Resistant to telepathic attacks

Accelerated healing factor

Manipulate reality

Slow aging, and enhanced immune system

Dimension traveling

History : ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????