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faetreides · 2 days

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🍒🍦 ⸺ ᳂ cherry vanilla dr. pepper !!!

cw: afab reader, voyeurism, tashi and you make out while you get pounded, weird amalgamation of dehumanization/objectification/pet play, subby!art coded, spit roasting at the end, slight overstimulation, bizarre orgy vibes, mean dom!tashi to everyone but you <3, implied breeding/creampie kink, canon typical mind games, tashi sits in the cuck chair /j, implied romantic feelings but no mention of established romantic relationships, slight mxm, clit stimulation, one use of “mommy”

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“Round 4 will be the last one, alright? Get ready, baby.”

You take deep breaths, clutching onto Patrick’s wrist. You lock eyes with Tashi, feeling syrupy sweet deep in your gut. She grins and unbuttons the top buttons of her shirt, leaving you three to your own devices for now.

The stretch of Patrick’s cock stings and burns a little but Art nipping at your hip bones helps distract you. Patrick pants against the nape of your neck, you feel so divinely tight he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven.

He keeps his voice low so Tashi can’t hear him, “Fuck-you feel incredible, i’d kill for this pussy, you know that.”

“Hook your arm around their neck, good boy.” Tashi instructs Patrick, leaning back in the hotel chair and palming her pussy at the sight in front of her.

“Yes, ma’am.” He swiftly calls back, acting like he hadn’t said anything to you at all.

Patrick has you in a headlock, pummeling his cock in and out of your pussy with reckless abandon. Art is beneath the two of you, suckling on your clit like it’s a nipple he’s trying to get milk out of. He licks where you’re stretched around Patrick, drawing groans from you both and a chuckle from Tashi.

“Be a good dog and lap them up, okay? I’d hate to have to take away your toy privileges.” She sneers, sliding her damp underwear to the side and stroking her slit.

The “toy” in the equation isn't you.

You’re dead to the world, eyes bulging out of their sockets and nails trying to rip the white sheet to shreds. Your head and tits rock back and forth with Patrick’s thrusts, already on the brink of your fourth orgasm. You try to scream that you can’t take anymore, but you wanna make Tashi proud so you shut up.

“ ‘s so good…” Art hums into your mound, pecking little kisses onto it here and there.

His sounds are muffled but the vibrations send your eyes to the back of your head. The chair in the corner of the room creaks as Tashi gets up, and the second you lift your head and open your eyes, she’s smiling down at you with all the warmth she doesn’t give the men pleasing you. This isn’t about them, it never was.

“Patrick’s so big, Tashi-he’s unggggh-he’s gonna kill me!” You whine, desperately pawing at her clothed breasts.

She coos and pulls her blouse up, bringing your hands to cup her tits and keeping them there, “Baby you know he’s not, this pussy can take a beating. I’d only give you the best toys.”

You nod wordlessly, pouting your lips. She gets the message and claims your lips in a searing kiss, luxuriating in the slick slide of your lips. She loves to make it messy, getting spit all over your mouths and letting it drip on the bed.

Art mewls and flicks your clit, trying to get your attention. You feel bad and try to pull away from Tashi, but she yanks you back into the kiss and bites your lip as a punishment. You hiccup into her mouth, startled when Patrick starts jackhammering into you.

Tashi typically has them alternate, but Art prefere to bury his face between your thighs and Patricks likes to play with fire by cumming inside your sore cunt. He doesn’t speak as much as Art does, but sometimes he holds Tashi stare as you two make out. They’ll have to retire from Tashi’s “employment” eventually, and they’ll be taking you with them when they do. All games of keep away end.

Patrick traces letters and shapes on the glistening skin of your sweaty back, sloppy hearts and ‘ I - L - O - V - E - Y - O - U ‘ s.

You gasp and wrench yourself back to breathe. Art flattens his tongue and licks broad stripes over your labia. He nuzzles his nose into you, stopping to pant and take in your smell. He may be delusional, but he’s convinced that every part of you is so sweet. He honest to God can’t get enough, he’d lie in a puddle at your feet if you wanted him too.

Sometimes you feel torn when you fall into bed with your lovers. You’re too soft to be like Tashi, but that exact softness is exactly why you can’t handle being away from her for too long. Maybe you’ve fallen under her spell just like all the rest, but she puts her career on the line to prove how special you are.

Patrick pulls you up to rest your back against your chest. You let your head fall onto his shoulder and you moan when he adjusts the angle of his thrusts to rub against your cervix repeatedly. He wasn’t like this when the evening started, Patrick only roughens you up when you’ve been thoroughly run through and can take it with a dopey smile and glazed eyes.

“Keep going, it’s okay- want it-want you.” You cry out to Patrick, reaching down to caress his hip.

He smiles and licks your cheek, complying with your request.

Art grins up at you with his eyes, mouthing ‘That’s my angel, only for us.’ into the flesh of your inner thigh. He moves to Patrick balls and takes them into his mouth, bobbing them up and down with his tongue. Patrick moans as Art laves his balls in saliva. Art lets them fall out of his mouth, curling his tongue around the inches peeking out of your pussy and hollowing his cheeks out.

“Shit! Stop, ‘m gonna cum!” Patrick hisses through his teeth.

He either empties another load into you or he just refuses to cum if your pussy’s not available, period.

“They’re so hungry for it, aren’t they? Well, can he? Can our dog cum inside you, baby?” Tashi tsks, cupping your cheeks and bringing your attention back to her.

“Yes, yes, yes! He can cum inside-please let him cum inside mommy-i need it so bad-wanna be stuffed full with it!” You whimper and arch your back, jutting your tits out.

Tashi laughs and leans down to suck one of your pert nipples into her mouth, bouncing your other breast in her hand. Tears spill from your waterline down to her freshly manicured nails. Art has since gone back to sucking the life out of your clit, and the little wink he sends you doesn’t help you hold back your impending orgasm.

Patrick thrusts a few more times and then you’re cumming in sync. You go brain dead and your body locks up in his arms. You’re out of it for a good few minutes, and when you have full awareness again you see Art kneeling in front of you. He holds his dick out for you to gawk at, slowly pumping himself for your amusement.

Patrick hasn’t pulled out of your pussy but he doesn’t fuck you again, he jostles his hips to find the most comfortable position for his softening cock to plug you up.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He huffs and pushes you back down on all fours.

“You need your mouth taken care of too.” Art whines and squeezes his cock around the base, beckoning you closer with a ‘come hither’ gesture.

Said man is tenderly and carefully bundling up your hair in his arm and casting it aside, giving him ample space on your back to pet. He rubs the pink tip of his cock along your jawline, he gives you a fresh coat of lip gloss via his precum as he slaps your plump lips with his cockhead.

“It’s kinda like sucking off a dildo attached to a mirror, don’t think too hard about it.” Tashi tells you, crouching down to suck the small divot in your back.

She sits back in the cheap black hotel chair, shrugging her blouse off and pinching her nipples.

You moan at the first taste of Art’s cock, longer than Patrick’s but with less heft to it. You peer out of the corner of your eye to see if Tashi’s still watching, and you feel silly when you realize that she always is.

“Doing good, baby, keep it up.”

But that’s the thing, they’re all watching you now. It’s not hard to be a pathetic bottom that needs to be coddled and tended to at all times. It’s never difficult to stroke the fire in someone’s ego, you’ve had an easier job of that than anything else.

You saw them all together on the court, you were there for lessons that didn’t work out. Who knows how long ago, it feels like a lifetime, but all it took was one look to recognize what was destined to be yours. You couldn’t give less of a fuck about Tennis in actuality, but you sure do love the players.

They all have hearts in their eyes as they watch you. Art with his dick deep down your throat, his legs are trembling as he tries to stop himself from fucking your face. Patrick, still making a forever home for himself in your guts, his eyes are so dark you have to repress a shiver. And Tashi, knuckles deep in her pussy, finger fucking herself to the pretty little show her baby puts on with their toys.

When the boys are asleep, you’ll bounce on her ribbed strap until you shatter all over again.

Now, Is it cheating to win a game when people don’t realize that you're playing?

- faetreides 2024. do not repost, translate, or put my works into ai

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leclerced · 5 months

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daydreaming | ln4 mv1

summary: intro into the blindfold universe! inspired by this ask i received and this one i sent bff j <3

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact. pure smut

author’s note: thank u guys sm for 500 followers <3 i hope u guys like this! its kind of rushed i wrote it yesterday bc i just wanted to write something in this universe <3 send me ur thoughts on what we should call her bc she needs a nameee

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She doesn’t realized she’s fallen into a daydream watching Max until Lando’s in front of her snapping in her face. She blinks stupidly at him, “Huh? Did you say something?”

Lando rolls his eyes and laughs. “Thinking about last night?” He teases her as he wiggles his eyebrows and she shakes her head. Her mind is flooded with memories of him between her legs the night before and her cheeks flush at the reminder.

“No, just uh, tired. Trying not to fall asleep.” She presses herself further into the couch cushion for emphasis and he sits next to her, draping an arm across her shoulders.

His breath is warm against her as he leans in and brushes his lips against the shell of her ear, “You’ve got that look in your eye, what are thinking about?” He leans back into the couch, now that he’s sitting next to her, he can follow her gaze and see she’s watching Max in his garage across from them. Despite her objecting again, her eyes betray her as they stay locked on him and she crosses her legs. Lando smirks to himself, ideas bubbling in his mind as he rests a hand on her thigh and she finally looks over at him.

“What are you doing?” She squeaks as he pushes his hand up her thigh, fingers dipping under the hem of her skirt.

He gives her a little smile, “Wanna go back to my driver’s room?” She quickly nods and hops up, grabbing his wandering hand to pull him up with her. Lando almost laughs at how quickly she pulls him up and out the back of the garage.

She pushes him down onto the loveseat in his driver’s room and climbs on top of him, instantly pressing her lips to his as she rocks her hips against his. Lando’s hands find her hips and begin guiding her to grind on him as he breaks the kiss, “Said you weren’t thinking about anything, but you’re acting like a slut.” She gasps and he continues, “Wanna tell me what you were thinking about now?”

“Told you, I wasn’t-“ She begins denying it again but Lando cuts her off.

“Saw you watching him, pet, you don’t have to lie to me.” He watches her cheeks flush and her mouth open and close in shock a few times.

“If you already know, why are you asking?” She finally huffs in annoyance.

He dips one hand between her thighs and sighs, “You’re soaked.” She rolls her hips so his fingers slip against her panties and she whines. “Just thinking about him got you this wet? Why don’t you go talk to him? I’m sure he’d be happy to help you out.” Her eyes flutter shut and she lets out a shaky moan as he slides her panties to the side and slides a finger into her.

She gasps again, eyebrows scrunching as he slowly pumps his finger, curling it each time he bottoms out with it. “Lan, want more.” She tries to avoid his questions, but he doesn’t give in to her plea.

He shakes his head even though she can’t see and continues the torturous pace. “Too scared to talk to him, is that it? Gonna play him just like you did me; act all sweet and innocent until he makes a move? Least with me it wasn’t all an act, it’s just too bad I’ve already ruined you, hun,he won’t get to corrupt you like I did.” She whines and tries to rock her hips against his hand, attempting to ride his finger but his other hand on her hip holds her steady as he laughs, “See what I mean? Got you so desperate you’re trying to ride my hand.” He curls his finger in her and begins rubbing her clit, drawing a lewd moan from her lips as he coos, “Be patient, hun, I’ll give you want you want… At least, I’ll make you cum. Can’t give you what you really want, isn’t that right? You wish it was him right now playing with your pussy?” She moans loudly and presses her face into his neck to hide the humiliated flush that coats her cheeks as she suddenly cums around his finger at the thought of Max’s fingers between her legs.

Lando laughs gleefully as she gushes around a single finger, her lips pressing to his neck to muffle her moans as she rocks against him. He lets her pull him in for a kiss when her orgasm subsides and she seeks his lips out immediately, soft and plump against his as she gasps into his mouth, fingers still attacking her sensitive pussy.

He’s not ready for the kiss to end when his watch buzzes on his wrist, but he breaks the kiss to see Oscar’s texted him that he’s needed in the car and everyone is looking for him. He kisses her one last time before sliding her off his lap and onto the couch, “I’ve gotta get in the car, I’ll see you later?” She mutely nods, grabbing one of his hands as he gets up and pressing a kiss to his palm before he leaves. She curls up and naps on his couch for the duration of the practice sessions, too turned on and embarrassed over everything Lando had just said to risk making eye contact with Max.

A few nights pass without incident, then after the race Sunday night, Lando’s made her cum three times and she’s barreling towards a fourth when suddenly he slows the speed of his hips against hers and the knot in her stomach begins to loosen. “Hey pet, you know how, the other day you were looking at Max?” She’s flooded with humiliation at the reminder but nods. “Anyone else you wanna fuck?”

She gasps and shakes her head quickly, too quickly. Lando grins above her, “You sure about that, baby? Could’ve sworn I saw you checking out Oscar this weekend.” If her cheeks weren’t already blushing, they would be as she shakes her head again and tries to press her face into the covers. He brings a hand to direct her to look at him again, “‘M not done. You know, they all wanna fuck you? Every single one of my friends. I can see it on their faces when I catch them watching. If only they know how badly you wanted some of them too.” She tries to fight his grip on her jaw to turn her face and press it into the pillow under her head to avoid his gaze but he keeps her in place. “Just tell me which one you want, and I can call him right now, any one of them would come running; Max, Daniel, Oscar… Even Charles and Carlos would be lining up for a chance.” She moans at each name, eyes fluttering shut as her mind is overwhelmed with possibilities. Lando picks his pace back up and begins fucking her quickly, hips smacking against hers and the slick sound of his cock gliding in and out of her makes her hot all over. “Could have ‘em lined up, let all my friends see how good this pussy is.” Her orgasm crashes over her suddenly as his thumb rubs quick circles into her clit, and she doesn’t even realize she was moaning Max’s name until she reopens her eyes and sees Lando on his phone, still fucking her as he casually chats with whoever, “Hey, sorry for waking you, didn’t look at the time. Come to my room, yeah?”

She blinks up at him stupidly before her eyes dart over to the door expectantly. A moment later, there’s a loud knock at the door and Lando’s pulling away from her before he’s came. She points it out and he grins, “I can fuck you anytime I want, don’t wanna make Max have to eat my cum out of you. Not yet, anyways.” She stares at him in bewilderment as he walks over to the door completely naked. She doesn’t have the energy after four orgasms to feel nervous or self conscious as Max is pulled into the room, confused at Lando’s nudity until he sees her fucked out on the mattress and Lando pushes him towards it and the confusion grows. Max stumbles before catching himself and turning back to his friend curiously.

Lando grins, “We haven’t got all night, get to it.” Max blinks stupidly at him, half wondering if this is some fucked up ultra realistic dream he’s having, but then she’s sitting up on the mattress and crawling towards him. He meets her at the edge of the bed, she stands up on her knees so she can wrap her hands in his hair and pull him in for a kiss. It’s hesitant at first, she hasn’t kissed anyone but Lando since she was a teenager and another man’s lips on hers are foreign and exciting. Max takes the lead and swipes his tongue across her bottom lip, and she happily parts her lips so he can lick his way into her mouth. He lets her pull him down with her and follows her up the bed as she scoots back into the pillows and he finds himself settling between her thighs.

The bed shifts behind him and he breaks the kiss to see Lando settling on the edge of the bed. Her lips move down his neck and her legs wrap around his waist drawing a moan from his lips as she pulls him down against her and rolls her hips up in the same motion. Lando gives him a little nod and he takes it as an all clear despite the verbal invite moments before and lets his hands settle on her hips. They don’t stay there for long, once he feels her soft skin under his fingertips he can’t get enough and they begin exploring her body.

She’s sighing into his mouth with every roll of her hips against his and he can feel how wet she is through his pajama pants, he’s fully hard and leaking in record time from her grinding. Max finally moves one hand between her thighs and runs two fingers up and down her slit to collect her wetness before he slips them inside. She’s so slick and warm and Max feels himself twitch and leak precum at the feeling. He barely fingers her before she’s reaching down to pull his hand from between her thighs, “Need you to fuck me, now.”

The demand goes straight to his head and he looks to Lando for approval, “Do you have a condom?” Lando shakes his head, “Don’t use ‘em, but she’s on birth control.” Max blinks at him in shock before turning back to her when he feels her hand dip into his pajamas to wrap around him and she moans at the weight of him in her hand.

“Feel good, Maxie.” She sighs the pet name as she swipes her thumb over the head of his cock and he groans, hands fumbling to push his bottoms down his thighs and she’s quick to guide the thick head of his cock to her entrance. Max doesn’t hesitate for fear Lando will decide this is a bad idea and make him stop, and he revels in the loud moan that he forces out of her when he bottoms out quickly. Her voice is pitchy as she gasps, “Oh- you-you’re so big.” He slowly rocks his hips against hers and is given another praise as she stutters, “Can feel you in my stomach.” Her eyes flutter shut as one of her hands abandons his hair to press to her lower stomach and she rocks her up hips into his as she cries, “Please, move.”

Her wish is his command, he thinks as he draws back his hips before slamming back into her. Each thrust, he slowly pulls out until the head of his cock catches on her entrance then hard and fast, he bottoms out in her again. Each time his hips hit hers, his cock jolts her g-spot and she sings his praises, begging him to do it again and again until she’s suddenly coming with no warning after his thumb finds her clit and he strokes at the slick bundle of nerves a few times. His lips find her neck and his teeth sinking into her neck teasingly is all it takes for her to fall over the edge, the pleasant mix of pain and pleasure sending her spiraling into the pits of her orgasm.

He barely pulls out before his orgasm hits him right after hers, his cum streaking across her cunt and stomach as he moans into her skin. She strokes the back of his neck and giggles, “You didn’t have to pull out, y’know.”

Max huffs into her skin, “You could’ve told me that before I did.”

She flushes under him and before she can reply, Lando’s making fun of her, “Gonna have to work for it if you want her to tell you what she wants, she’s used to me knowing.” Max’s mind fizzles at the insinuation that this will happen again, but before he can think too hard on it, Lando’s got a hand in his hair and is pulling him away as he teases, “My turn.”

Max debates whether or not he should stay or go as he moves out of the way, he doesn’t want to overstay his welcome, but neither of them shoo him away so he hesitantly scoots up the mattress to sit next to her. One of his hands finds her breast and he palms it softly, her head tilting to meet his eyes and she gives him a little nod to continue. He’s happy to, and dips his head down so his mouth can join his fingers, giving the other breast some attention as he pinches and twists her nipple between two fingers.

They make her cum like that, Max’s free hand drifting down to rub her clit while he sucks on her tits and pinches her nipples. Lando tells him how good he was, how good he is now, makes het thank him rubbing her clit without anyone even asking. His ears are hot as Lando speaks filth to both of them, praising him while calling her a whore for begging another man to fuck her when she has a perfectly capable boyfriend. He doesn’t even get kicked out when Lando’s done with her, somehow he falls right into their routine and helps Lando wash her hair in the bath. He’d planned on leaving as Lando carried her to bed from the bathroom, but then she was murmuring his name and sitting up right after Lando set her down and he’d end up crawling into bed to sandwich her between them.

Max wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it for weeks afterwards, he’d be on the verge of begging to have another go at her when Lando walks by and slips something in his pocket. He’d wait until he was alone to pull whatever it was out, and he’s pleasantly surprised to find a tiny envelope containing a keycard with a room number and time written on it.

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gh0st-t0wn3 · 8 months

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Lmk ss edits + headcanons, Part 4 (Jin & Yin, Ao Lie, Tripitaka, Bai He)

- He/Him, He/They

- Pansexual, Bisexual

- They both have chronic separation anxiety, its why they're never apart; Yin tends to go non-verbal and more withdrawn without Jin, and Jin gets really agressive and paranoid without Yin.

- Yin can't sleep if he has nerves, Jin can do nothing BUT sleep if he has nerves

- Jin always forgets something at home, Yin reminded him a hundred times before they left

- Yin doodles on the corner of their blueprint papers whenever they're making something new, Jin cuts them out later and glues them into a sketchbook so they don't get lost

- Jin's hips are constantly covered in bruises because he's always bumping into shit (has NO spacial awareness whatsoever)

- Yin listens to rock music, Jin doesn't have a specific genre

- Somehow are simultaneously the most innocent and dirty minded people, you'll never know what you're gonna get at any given moment

- Yin always finds a way to drown in inch deep water (really bad at swimming)

- ^^^Jin laughs at him

- After they found out Mei and MK didn't like eachother as anything more than friends, they tried to trap him in the calabash again but used Redson to try and seduce him instead, MK immediately knew it was them

- Jin was talking really fast cause he was panicking once and called the Demon accountant "Semon accountant" and has still not recovered

- Yin laughed his ass off when it happened and constantly reminds him of it

- Jin likes his pillow warm (he's insane)

- They both occasionally become self aware and wind up having a weird crisis trying to figure out whether their horns are a part of their skull or something else

- Both are cat people, they're terrified of dogs, being trapped in a room with one is one of their worst nightmares

- Neither of them has clean hair, it is a fucking rock you will not be able to comb that shit out

- Jin rants about new ideas, Yin writes/draws them down

- Yin will bite you if you get near him while he's eating, bro's feral

- Jin stubs his toe atleast three times a day and screams in agony every. Single. Time. Eventually Yin just stopped running to check on him, it's happened so many times that he can distinguish what Jin's scream sounds like specifically when he stubs his toe

- Yin spent several months slowly moving everything in their house slightly to the right everyday, Jin cried cause he thought he was going insane

- Jin smells like cinnamon, Yin smells like caramel (I'm delusional, they both reek)

- Jin's love language is words of affirmation, Yin's love language is quality time

- Yin is terrified of cockroaches, Jin keeps some as pets

- Jin tried to dox Mei during one of her streams, Mei showed up at their house instead, it was terrifying

- The Demon accountant has to use a pressure hose to wash them

- They were banned from the arcade but they kept showing up begging to be unbanned, the staff eventually started feeling bad and let them back in

- Yin always throws out his drawings if they don't turn out how he wanted them to, Jin fishes them out of the trash when Yin isn't looking and keeps them in a sketchbook under his bed

- He/Him

- ??? Bisexual, probably

- Favourite animal is a leaf slug, it just feels right

- Mei's number one supporter

- Ate a strawberry once and found a worm inside, never ate strawberries again

- Constantly bothered Zhu Bajie during their Journey to the west, he thought it was funny seeing him get upset

- "I swear to buddha, if you ask me 'why' one more time" " Why?"

- Wukong pulled a bug out of his hair once and he freaked out and made Tripitaka go through his hair for him

- Heaviest sleeper of the group, when he falls asleep he is OUT,

- Has horrible bed head and his hair takes forever to comb out

- Really bad at math

- Wakes Tripitaka up in the middle of the night to ask the dumbest questions

- Refuses to wear shoes, he's in his horse form for most of their Journey anyway so he doesn't see the point in having any at all

- Would absolutely down a container of melatonin gummies if he had the opportunity

- Had to comfort Wukong while he puked after chugging a gallon of salt water once

- Mei gets her ':3' face from him

- Trips over his hair as much as his sleeves, no matter how much of his hair he ties up somehow it always ends up in his face or under his foot and he's down

- Follow up on the last headcanon, he's tried to cut his hair before to stop this from happening, it did not work, his hair grew back really fast

- He's like a cat, if you tell him not to push something over, he'll push it over

- Favourite colour is actually rose gold, but green is a very close second

- DBK let him hold Redson after the Samadhi removal ritual was over and Ao Lie immediately dropped him (DBK caught him before he hit the ground, but Ao Lie was banned from holding him again)

- Can eat an entire buffet and not gain a single pound

- Smells like Mint

- Love language is physical touch

- Chews on his sleeves when he's bored

- Gets along surprisingly well with Nezha despite Nezha's and Ao Bing's history

- Really good at singing

- Since he's a water Demon, he gets overheated really easily in the sun so whenever they come across any kind of water (river, pond, puddle, etc) he'll just flop sideways and lay there for like 20 minutes to cool down

- Actually thought Mei was his sister for a minute until he realized it wasn't her when they first met

- He/Him

- AroAce

- Sometimes gets visons and dreams of his life as the Golden Cicada

- Tripitaka, Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujin can see what their descendants/reincarnations are up to

- He cried on Freenoodles wedding day... it was not of joy, Zhu Bajie also threw up several times

- Once joked about having to shave all of Wukongs fur off now that he's a Monk and Wukong cried

- Absolutely HATES when people enter a room before knocking

- Would probably be scared of popping candy if he ever heard them (bubblegum, pop rocks, etc)

- Hates when people fold the corner of a page as a bookmark

- Constantly corrects people's spelling; "it's 'you're' not 'your' "

- Can't stand the sound of people chewing with their mouths open

- Has naturally long lashes

- Weak ass ankles

- Tried to teach Wukong how to read and gave up in a few hours because he refused to pay attention

- Cries whenever someone brings up his and Zhu Bajie's pregnancy, it's what keeps him up at 3am (if you haven't read JTTW, I'm sorry that this is how you found out)

- Surprisingly has a really good singing voice

- Always writes in cursive and no one can read it

- Understands cicadas

- In JTTW (chapter 39, i think) Tripitaka encountered a demon who impersonated him so well that even with his golden vision Wukong couldn't tell them apart and mistakingly attacked the real one, Tripitaka still gets nightmares about Wukong almost killing him

- Favourite colour is yellow

- Smells like oranges

- Love language is words of affirmation

- Has little freckles

- Extremely texture picky

- Vegetarian

- Has almost lost his hat (???) multiple times due to being kidnapped so often, it's a miracle he hasn't lost it yet

- Loves watching the sunset

- VERY light sleeper

- Smiled at Redson once, who immediately burst into tears (He could see that Tripitaka was the golden cicada and got scared), Tripitaka freaked out and also started crying while trying to calm him down

- She/Her

- Ally

- Has stretch marks as a result of her bones and skin being stretched out while she was possessed by the Lady Bone Demon

- White streaks in her hair from the possession

- Even after being freed from the Lady Bone Demon, her skin was never quite right, always too pale or too cold, with little snowflake markings here and there just barely visible

- Always cold, she has to wear multiple layers of clothing to help deal with it, doesn't matter how hot it is outside, she's always wearing something warm

- Has eyebags because she gets recurring nightmares about the Lady Bone Demon and hardly gets any sleep anymore

- Has very faint freckles

- Definitely believes/believed in those "spells to turn you into a mermaid/fairy/vampire" YouTube videos

- Made potions as a kid (it's windex, food dye, and glitter mixed together)

- Probably collects rocks

- Mei and Macaque taught her how to scam other kids in roblox

- Used to believe that if you ate a seed it'd grow in your stomach and had a meltdown when she accidentally swallowed watermelon seeds

- "Guys, stop swearing!" Whenever someone says "Frick", "Heck", "Dang"

- Cut her own hair once when she was really little, it was a disaster

- Eats whatever anyone gives her

- LOVES kumara

- Always eats lucky charms for breakfast but she'll pick out all the actual cereal so she just has milk and marshmallows

- Her dad is Pigsy's boar rival from across the street

- Loves street food, especially tanghulu and cheese tea

- Chews on her sleeves

- Smells like vanilla

- Love language is quality time

- OBSESSED with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and watches it on repeat (she once compared MK to Donnie because they both fight with staffs)

- Has a charm bracelet with personalized charms she made for everyone she likes/loves

- Loves orbeez and has a heart shaped orbeez lamp that she uses as a night light (I had one as a kid, it was awesome and I miss it very much)

- Dyes the white streaks in her hair pink, but they fade pretty quick so they have to be re-dyed frequently

- Has a tooth gap

- Her favourite flowers are chrysanthemums

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floydsglasses · 3 months

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𝗜'𝗺 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗦𝗮𝗱 𝗗𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

This is gonna be bad im just warning you im freaking tired and stressed, they are gonna be Sad and Happy and UNHINGED.

Bradley has a little Rooster figurine in the front of his jeep, he got as a gag joke and was gonna leave it at whatever house he got it at but now has emotional attachment to it.

Jake's go to song in Karaoke when he is sober is Queen, he will belt out We Will Rock you, but when he is drunk enough he will sing Dolly Parton's 9 to 5 with every bit of southern twang he can

When Bob is really angry he will drop his midwest accent and go full on southern, like deep south

Natasha lost a bet in high school and had to get a bad tattoo, said tattoo was something like a duck with a cowboy hat, or stupid quote, you decide

Mickey unironically sings the lyrics to Taylor Swift's Love Story, like he will sing the bridge at the top of his lungs going sixty on the highway.

Rueben is the kind of guy to say he won't rage quit a video game then will toss the controller after failing two time's.

Javy would be the kind of guy who would let a kid paint his nail's, pink purple yellow, he does not care he will flaunt it off it because it makes the kid happy.

Bradley would somehow get a cat or dog, like one of those distribution system's like on tiktok, he would say he would foster it but end up keeping it naming it something human like, Kevin or Betty

Natasha say's she dosent like country music, but wont admit she would get down to some Luke Bryan here and there because who wouldn't

Bob seems like if he was put into a situation where him and his friend's got lost, he would be the calm one but on the inside he is panicking, he will see an exit sign with a restaurant and be like. "Guy's its okay there's burgers."

Javy will pull over when he sees cows and take there picture's. No joke would even try and pet one.

Rueben and Mickey are the worst people when it comes to trivia because they are so good at it, when they get an answer right they increasingly get more competitive.

Jake cried playing RDR2 when Arthur died and he also despised Micah like the rest of us.

Rueben is great at bowling, so good that most of the time no one play's with him

Bob will doodle little drawings on sticky note or notebook's when he is bored and give them to any of the dagger's, He drew Natasha a sketch of bird, she kept it in her locker.

Bradley has a mixtape from his dad, Goose, titled "Song's You Need to Hear Once", it's all filled with songs from the Sixties to the Eighties, all classic's from Rock to Motown, after his mom died he didnt dare to touch it, after the uranium mission he starting listening again.

Natasha has bracelets from her little cousin's that she wear's for good luck, they are bright yellow and purple string's, she never take's them off ever

Jake collects stickers from each state, his dad used to bring him a sticker from each of his trips before he got too busy, so he is trying to finish them off himself.

Mickey has a tattoo to honor his family, a way to have a piece of them everywhere he goes. A small quote in Spanish on his side stating Por aquellos que amo me sacrificaré/For those I love I will sacrifice

Reuben like to sleep in a hammock sometime's under the stars, reminding him of his childhood and growing up in the south, when he would play outside with his siblings

Javy is a momma's boy, in a good way, this man will always call his mom or text her about the thing's going on his life, before a big mission or detachment he calls her, tell her he loves her.

Jake has stepped on a jellyfish on a beach, after saying "oh they dont sting'" just for him to get shocked

Bradley broke his arm doing stunts on his bike as a kid, he has permanent scars on his forearm, he did in fact do it twice till Carole told him to not do it again.

Natasha and Bob learned the Rasputin Dance from Just Dance

Mickey has argued with people that pineapple belongs on pizza, he will full on go tooth and nail to defend his claims.

Reuben has knocked the Radio off in the Rec room, and has blamed it on Hangman, it was a whole debacle

Javy has a fear of snake's, he found one once and he took of running leaving his friend's to deal with it.

OKAY THAT IS ALL SHE WROTE, I know some of these dont make sense but I dont care i needed a stress reliver before another stressful week. AND THATS ALL SHE WILL WRITE BECAUSE THIS FAILED AGAIN

#top gun maverick #top gun fanfic #top gun headcanons #top gun imagines #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #robert bob floyd #mickey fanboy garcia #rueben payback fitch #javy coyote machado #top gun au #top gun fic #top gun fandom #top gun x reader #dagger squad

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stillfrownyclownlol · 5 months

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Hiding in the bathroom from a man rn lmao

Aidlyn headcanons because...please? Please? They make me sick /positive

These aren't all fluffy or whatever because they traumatized af and relationships like that are...difficult... but not impossible.

-he's 8-ish months older than her and like, 20ish cms taller (sorry I don't know how American feet work lol 😭)

-He hyperfixated on the relationship lmao.

-Clingy...they BOTH are. In different ways I mean but. They are both clingy. They're scared the other is gonna die when they aren't around lol 🙃 Aiden is ofc very touchy and grabby, he just has to FEEL that she's with him. Also type of guy to call at 2am "hey bby u good?". Ash gets antsy if she hasn't seen or heard from him in a while (a while means like 2 hours) especially since he like spam texts her every 5 seconds. But he also hyperfixates or disassociates for a while and will forget 🤡 like she will yell at him about why he didn't call her for 17 hours and he'll just be like "um sorry. I was. Staring at a wall."

-he has a lot of weird/cringy ass pet names for her that makes her want to slap him; probably calls her Bae or whatever. Ash nicknames for Aiden: Idiot, stupid, dumbass, public safety hazard...called him "dear" like once just to try it and hated it. "Mr. Durable" if she wants to annoy him.

-worlds worst pick up lines. Ash NEVER understands them.

-he loves surprises! Surprise him! He wants to surprise Ash too! She kinda hates this. They decided to "compromise": he will tell her beforehand that there is a "surprise" and gives her little clues/puzzles so she can figure out whatever it is. He has like 0 patience tho so he always helps her figure them out 🤡 Ash likes watching him get excited about the puzzles and doing them together more than the surprise half of the time.

-Him infodumping is like white noise so she can sleep lol.

-they try to do things the other likes since Ash thinks this is important for a "healthy relationship". Almost died when they went to an indoor rock climbing place 💀 but she got to see Aiden in a leotard when they did ballet together so it was a fair trade (blackmail)

-he is her hypeman at ballet recitals, will probably cheer when she comes on stage and has a sign and everything, the rest of the gang (and Ash) is just like "...we don't know this guy"

-she wishes he took care of himself more. Sends him stuff like "did you drink any water today", "Ben told me you're gonna skateboard down the hill please dont", or "IF YOU SET YOUR BOOKS ON FIRE IM GONNA CALL THE POLICE" <3

-sometimes if she's sad she just kinda. Falls on his back. Like a koala or smth. She has that "I literally cannot do anything" sort of depression (which to be fair Aiden also has sometimes). Aiden carries her around.

-when nobody's looking she kisses his cheek, cuz she knows his face is usually sore from smiling so much.

-pretty low key on her part, but Aiden is so obvious everybody knows 💀 She doesn't like PDA (more so the fact that people stare) but Aiden will usually put his arm around her shoulders or waist/give her a smooch (not on the mouth) <3 it's honestly not that different from how he was when they were just friends ngl 🤡

-he says "I love you" easily, because it genuinely is the easiest thing in the world for him. He has 0 doubts about how he feels for her. Ash doesn't say it a lot cuz she feels weird saying it, so she does her best to show it in other ways.

-he gets jealous easily *siiiiigh* It's cuz he's insecure!!! Help him! 😭 He doesn't get annoyed with her because like. Ash pays about as much attention to other guys (I mean besides Tyler, Ben and Logan) as she does to dust. But he will death glare at any guy they don't know that's staring at her 💀

-kinda codependent... *looks at the floor* they are working on it. Sometimes Aiden feels like he's only alive for her. (I- Look at episode 61- IVE BEEN IN HIS POSITION. AIDEN BABY THIS AINT HEALTHY)

-absolute dork. Draws "A.C. + A.B." in a little heart in his note margins because he's goofy like that.

-he fell first she fell harder NO I will not be taking any criticism for this.

Anyways it's raining outside so I'll just post this now

#sbg #school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard webtoon #sbg (webtoon)#aiden clark #ashlyn banner #aidlyn #ashden #aiden x ashlyn #headcanon

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strangerthingsn · 7 months

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My evil dad

Summary: You’re Eddies pregnant girlfriend during season 4 of stranger things. Eddie is not gonna die at the end tho!

a/n: I just came up with this idea a week ago so now I started writing it! (If you find any type faults or anything else please mention!)

warning:needles, tattoo, mad dad (y/ns), a lil bit angst, crying Eddie, pet names, and female y/n

Chapter four~ dear Billy

A hand on your cheek, that’s the thing that woke you up this morning. His fingers going over your face softly. You open your eyes seeing Eddie laying infrond of you.

“Did I sleep the whole night? Is this like the next day?” You look worried.

“yeah but it’s okay, you told your mom you will be with Gareth right? She’s probably not gonna worry about it.” He calms you down. Alice is still sleeping between you two. You kiss her forehead and you rub her belly softly.

“you are a very good mom you know that?” Eddie watches you.

You smiles, “you’re a better dad”.

“No definitely not. I already knew your were gonna be a good mom before she was born.” He wraps his arm around your waist. You smile giving him a pec.

“I love you”

“love you too” he gives a lil pec back. You were both looking at Alice in a comfortable silence.

“you going home?” He looks up at you again.

“I think so, I’ve gotta shower and get food for us.”you sit up.

“Is your mom home?”

“No. She always works on this day.” You shake your head.

“are you with your car then?” He has a plan you can hear that in the way he talks.

“uh yes? What’s your plan?” You grin at him.

“Going with you.”

“but they are looking for you everywhere baby” you stroke your hands through his hair.

“Your home in not on the middle of town. It’s far enough from the police station. Dustin and the others are not visiting me today, and I’ll be careful. Please.” He gives you those puppy eyes.

You shake your head, “fine Eddie.” You smile a bit.

“maybe we can give Alice her first bath together.” He smiles.

“okay okay.” You get up.

“I should sit down again, cause she probably wants to eat right now” he points at yawning Alice with open eyes.

“ill do it when I pack the bag then”you shrug your shoulders. He grabs your wrist and pulls you down.

“sit. I’ll do it.” He gets up already.

“fine” you giggle and pick Alice up carefully. She look at you tearing up already.

“ I know I know… I’ll feed you and then we’ll take care of your diaper.” You smile softly. Then you pull your shirt up to let Alice drink.

———

“got everything?” Eddie says while looking at you.

“yep.”

“You feed Alice and give her a new diaper?”

“check.” You smile at him.

You open the door carefully then you look around. No one to see. And it’s so silent you will hear a car from far away.

“come” you whisper and run to your car. Eddie nods and runs after you with the bag. Being really careful with Alice in your jacket. You open the car and you get in the frond seat and Eddie in the bagseat. You pull the blanket over him.

“can you still breath?” You chuckle.

“yes but I would like some company”

“lucky you. I have some company in my jacket!” You smile and give him Alice. He takes her and lays her on his chest.

“I think she can breathe, what do you think?” You look at the blanket.

“seriously? She’s been in your belly for 9 months without breathing. Ofcourse she can.”

“that’s not really how it works love” you laugh and start the car.

“well then she will cry if she can’t anyways” he holds the blanket open just a lil bit for fresh air.

“Im gonna drive baby, I’ll be careful for you two” you give gass, not much but you are on your way home. You turn the radio on with I love rock n roll softly on the background. You listen to Eddie mumbling to Alice under the blanket.

“did you know your mom is gonna be the greatest tattoo artist.” He tells Alice. It makes you smile. You were in your final year on high school. That means you also gotta need a job to do. You liked drawing a lot so now you gonna be a tattoo artist. You made a tattoo on your cousins arm before you took your break for being pregnant.

The tattoo turned out pretty good for your fist one and your cousin was happy with it. And that’s the most important thing. Eddie thinks it so cool, he is already saying for nine months he wants his sons or now daughters name on his chest tattooed.

“you still want her name on your chest darling?” You focus on the road.

“abso-fucking-lutely.” He sound suddenly a lot more happy. It made you giggle.

“maybe I can give you it now?”

“yes! Would be amazing!” You can hear him smile from under the blanket.

“then I’m gonna” you smile also and then you park at your home in the garage. You moms car was not there but she always leaves it open. You get out and close the door of it. Now none outside can see you. You open the door for Eddie and Alice.

“safe?” He asks looking around.

“Safe.” You nod with a smile. Eddie smiles back gently and gets out of the car. The garage had a door that went straight into the hall of your house, so you two go through there.

“If you give me her you can take a shower upstairs. Make sure you don’t stand infrond of a window or anything people outside can see you.” You take Alice from him.

“okay” he nods and starts walking upstairs.

“I’ll make breakfast and close the curtains, you can come downstairs if you’re done.” You walk into the living room leaving the door open.

You hear his last little “okay”.

You walk into the living room holding Alice against your chest in one hand, with the other you get a blanket and a pillow. The you walk into the kitchen and put the blanket in the sink and also the pillow. “you can chill in hire now” you put her pacifier in her mouth with putting her down in the sink.

“mama is gonna cook some jummy breakfast for daddy and mommy” you tickle her feet. She tries to kick your hands away with her little feet, there were also coming some kind of giggles sounds out of her mouth. You smile and open the fridge, getting some strawberries and milk out of it.

Ontop of the counter lays fresh bread that your mom got probably yesterday. Then you put the bread in the over to make them warm a bit. You get two plates and put on the bread the strawberries and sugar. Next to that a bowl some cereal. For both of you one. You never made breakfast but it looked good?

You put it on the table and then you close the curtains in the kitchen and everywhere else downstairs except for the window that only sees your backyard. You turn some lights and candles on.

“smells very good baby.” Eddie hugs you from behind looking at Alice in the sink. He had just a towel around his waist.

“Me or the breakfast?” You tease him.

“ask that question again after you took a shower”he chuckles.

“youre meannn.” You turn to him and giggle a bit too. Eddie kisses your forehead and sits on a chair by the table. You get Alice on your lap and you both start eating.

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When you both are almost finish eating Eddie puts his hand on yours. You look up at him.

“can I tell you something?” He smiles gently.

“you don’t have to ask baby.” You smile back having no idea what you can expect.

“I’ve loved you all those years we are together-“you cut him off.

“….but?” You look at him.

“No but silly. Let me finish” he giggles and kisses your cheek.

“Well.. i love you so much. And all of this means very much to me. I can’t wish for a better girlfriend. You gave birth to our kid and instead of resting to choose to help me. And I was thinking… if I get out all of this shit i ..-uh…If you want to ofcourse…then maybe I can make you a Munson..? I wanna marry you and want everyone to know you’re mine.” He looks at you nervous for your awnser.

“Really?” You smile big. And Eddie nods.

“I mean if you want we can take your last name too?” He looks still at you.

“why would i? Munson is a perfect name, and it definitely will fit me” you wink. And it made Eddie giggle.

“oh I know.”he grins. You giggle and you holds his hand.

“hire let me bring the princess to her bed” he kisses your knuckles and gets up. Alice had fallen asleep a pretty long time ago.

“I need to shower too soooo I’ll walk with you” you get up also giving Alice to Eddie.

“Alright.” Eddie kisses your head and you both walk upstairs. You walk into your room and so does Eddie.

“hire you go baby” he kisses her head and lays her in her crib carefully, then he covers her up with the blanket.

“does her socks need to get off?” He looks at you.

“no, she’ll get a cold maybe”

“babe…Its literally pring and not cold outside” he looks down at Alice again.

“just leave them on Eds” you turn back to the closet and you grab panties and a outfit. He hugs you from behind again.

“Eddie what do you have today?” You giggle and go with your fingers over his arm.

“whaaat? im just hugging my girlfriend because I love her.” He kisses your head multiple times.

“Well I love you too” you looks at Eddies side of the closet and grab boxers and a outfit.

“put it on. I can feel your boner.” You throw the stuff on your bed.

“fine fine. Not my fault, my hot chicks fault.”he chuckles.

“Im sorry baby but I’m way to tired to have sex right now..” you lean your head on his back.

“I didn’t ask you to babe. Let’s take a nap together after you took your shower. Cuddles are enough, I don’t want anything from you” his words made you smile.

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You put your outfit on while Eddie lays already on bed. When you finish that you get kon bed and crawl next to him. Eddie pulls the blanket over you and holds his warm hands on your belly. He put your shirt up to look at it.

“Its still so cute and big.. Awh and those stretch marks” he kisses them.

“they are literally ugly babe…” you shake your head.

“no cause our little one leaves them on you, so it’s a memory babe. I love them.”

“Yeah, okay that’s true.” He kisses your cheek and wraps his arms around you. You cuddle up to him.

“take a nap baby” he goes with his hand trough your hair and you enjoy it very much.

“feels good, keep doing that” you whisper almost falling asleep already. Eddie chuckles

“not planning to stop darling.” He whispers back.

———

“No I swear I did nothing Mr.” You open your eyes and you see your dad yelling at Eddie.

“I saw it on the goddamn news. Now get away from my daughter.” Your dad yells at him. Eddie signs and swallows.

“m sorry babe…” he looks down at you ready to get up.

You sit up quickly, “ no dad please I need him. Very much.” Eddie stops moving.

“he murdered a girl y/n.”

“he didn’t. I know it and I’ll belive him in either way!!” You scream at your dad.

“it’s okay it’s rea-“ Eddie tries to calm your down and he rubs your back.

“he has to go for you own safety. end of the discussion.”

“i gave birth to his kid. I really can use some of his help. And if you dont let me… I’ll go with him.” Your dad sighs.

“does your mother know he’s hire?” Your dad looks straight into your soul.

“no but you are never home so you both shouldn’t mind.” You sounded mad.

“Fine. I’m in the backyard.” Your dad slams the door shut. Eddie tears up and you turn to him.

“hey hey, don’t cry baby. I would never think you’re dangerous or something. I trust you and I believe the story the others told you” you hold his head against your chest.

“im so sorry..” he sobs.

“you don’t have to be darling” you go with your hands through his hair.

“but your dad is scared of me and he doesn’t trust me around your or our daughter…”

“he’s a asshole. Can I make your happy with something?”

“what.?” He wipes his tears away

“your choice. I can make you some food, or we can listen to music, smoke or maybe you even want a tattoo?”

“They all sound good, I like that tattoo the most.” Eddie grins a bit with still tears on his cheek. You wipe them off

“you have a idea what you want then?” You look at him.

“Alice her name.” He points at his chest.

“on your chest?” Eddie nods, you get up and get your stuff from under your bed. You just lay it there always. You get your notebook and sit down next to him. Eddie lays down between your arms on your chest so he can see what you’re drawing.

10 minutes later you finish your 3rd design. Eddie looks at them. And thinks about your last and first dawning.

“i thinkkkkkk…. I want the first one.” He nods.

“alright take your shirt off then.” You get your stuff. Eddie sits up and takes his shirt off, he lays down next to you and you get the gloves on. You shave the part where the tattoo comes and you so some other things before you start making the actual tattoo. Eddie is a pussy he has tears in his eyes and asks for breaks every 3 minutes and it makes you laugh.

“a metalhead having a lot tattoos but still he is a pussy.” You giggle.

“stop ittt”

“uh uh don’t talk.” You continue again. You’re almost done. The name on his chest fits him amazing.

“all done.” You wipe some inkt off and put something on it. Eddie gets up and looks in the mirror with a big smile.

“metal?” You look at his happy face.

“metal.” He nods.

to be continued…

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Im sorry it took a bit longer.. but I hope you enjoyed it!

hire the tagglist: @kellyxo1 @wish-upon-a-star-1310 @notsobubblybaby @amira0303 @ali-r3n@eddiesguitarskills @goth-cowgirl-03

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie x mom!reader #mom!reader

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snoopyblankie · 4 months

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Li’l Pup’s Art Class Suggestions !!

Hellooooo !! I said I wanted to go more in depth with some of my “school”/“daycare” schedule sections, so I figured I’d start (out of order) with art class !

This is gonna include links to videos focusing on different mediums, as well as links to different craft ideas! I’m not gonna break ‘em down into ages because some folks may not follow those structures, so just pick and choose what you’d like! As you’ll notice, I REALLY like Miss Stephens’ videos, so look around her channel !!

VIDEOS !

Salt Dough Fish Bowl with Miss Stephens

Origami Pets with Miss Stephens

Pet Shop Puppets with Miss Stephens

Draw a Winter Dog/Cat with Miss Stephens

Coral Reef Sculpture with Miss Stephens

Draw a Treasure Map with Miss Stephens

Clay Bobble Head Pets with Miss Stephens

Picasso Dogs with Miss Sonheim

Rock and Roll People with Miss Sonheim + Miss Moore

Nature Faces with Miss Sonheim

Foldable Surprise Drawing with Miss Sonheim + Miss Doman

Elements of Art with Mrs. Hazleton

There’s lots of videos to find! I tried finding the more in-depth/interactive ones to help engage folks while they’re watching like an actual lesson! Searching up “kids art lessons” or similar helps, and if you have a specific artist maybe you wanna learn about, you could look up the artist and see what there is (Brain Pop is great for this, too!)

SOME RANDOM LINKS !

Paper Plate Tambourine (could be good to pair with a music “class” !)

Cardboard Laptop Craft (an upgrade cuz I used to make paper ones during recess with game slots and everything ^w^)

Egg Carton Cars

Farm Animal Finger Puppets

Fake Snow (good to pair with a science “class” !)

Woven Rainbow Fish

We Built a Zoo! (could also be good for science)

Paper Plate Pizza

OTHER IDEAS !

Do some seasonal crafts !

Draw and cut out different animal body parts (paws, horns, wings, tails) and glue ‘em together to make a whole new animal ! (Pair this with writing; name your new creature, describe what it likes to do, what sounds it makes, where it lives, etc)

Make paper/cardboard food for your stuffed animals/dolls ! You can even make menus if you wanna play restaurant some time

Try and make a pop-up book, or a sensory one !

Make bracelets for different moods, or make a chart with drawings of what each mood feels like for you

Finger paint !

Make a sensory bottle/jar

Make a paper doll of yourself (big or small) and cut out some fun clothes for you to wear !

There are a whole BUNCH of ideas you can do, just think a little bit and dream bigger ! It can be helpful if you look these up before you regress (or have a CG do it for you) and print out/write down the instructions beforehand so you’re not having to use your phone/laptop to look up ideas and take you outta the zone. Extra helpful if you queue up the videos you wanna watch! Have fun !! And stay safe with any scissors, hot glue, etc!!

#lil pup speaks !#routines !#helpful !#agere resources #agere #age regression #age regressor #agere blog #age regression blog

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lifmera · 2 months

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Heya, I was wondering if I could have a matchup for Hazbin Hotel? Male please x

My pronouns are she her, I'm fairly average height for a girl and my favourite animals at the moment are either cats or goats!!

I have black hair, dark eyes and pale skin, my hair goes just above my breasts and is layered. I wear a lot of black and hardly own any clothes that aren't!! (It’s just so flattering) I have a few large tattoos as well and am definitely getting more. I also have a lot of ear piercings, a nose stud and 🍒 piercings. I’m also English (northern, not southern) so I do have an accent

In terms of personality, l'd say l'm rather outgoing, witty and a bit nerdy. I wear a lot of studs and chains but I think they look badass, however I wear them causally so I guess you could also say I’m pretty bold? I've often been told l intimidate people, however I like to think they don't know me well enough to judge. Ive been told I can be quite loud, and I have some blunt, dry sense of humour which my friends seem to like. I'm an ENTP through and through and am currently in law school, stereotypical as fuck ik. I can sometimes struggle to trust people due to past experiences, however I think I’ve got the hang of reading people now to know when they’re my kind of cunt or not.

I can have a short temper and struggle with my emotions sometimes, (diagnosed bpd/adhd, looooove to see it) but am in the process of learning to manage them quite well.

Hobby wise, I enjoy drawing, painting and going out with my friends to concerts and festivals. I Love music, specifically Goth, Metal (Death, Goth metal, Nü metal, all sorts) and a little bit of rock obviously. I'm tempted to start learning how to play the drums or guitar but am not sure where to start, plus school takes up so much of my time.

There's of course no rush to reply, I adore your work I think your matches are always spot-on and I'm really curious !!

-🕷️🕸️

HEY 🕷️🕸️!!!

Honestly I was so TORN between these two. So i decided lol… why not both?

Its okay hun!! I major Pre-Law right now 🩷

I’ve decided to pair you with… VOX & HUSK

Vox first though. Cus i read this and i was like.. VOX but then when i showered i was like .. wait husk… and then i was like FUCK… anyways

He’d definitely talk to you more because you reminded him of Velvette. And what probably went thru his head was “ooh new model :)”

But he LOVES ur personality. If you intimidated VOX? He would literally purr at ur feet and BEG you to join the Vee’s.

Even if you are dry, its okay, cus everything else makes up for it to him.

He definitely isn’t surprised if you don’t trust him at first, but he’s think that “nothing a little hypnotizing cant fix ! ;)” (take that as you wish.)

Vox is kinda pretty shitty himself- and probably doesnt really care much about you unless you blow a fuse on him. But honestly he’d like that.

Though he’d also be glad that you are managing your emotions! He HATES tantrums . (Cough cough Val)

He would probably make you draw you guys together lets me honest. He’d think it’d be funny. Till he actually enjoys it.

He would make fun of ur music taste. Then he would love it. Cus hes such a LOSER like that……

Honestly he’d love it sm he’d have them as theme songs D:

If you learned any instruments it’d probably cause him to want to as-well….

Ok Husker time…

Not gonna lie. You guys give off the same vibe, and he’d probably like you the most out of everyone at the hotel.

Especially at first glance?? Like finally… someone normal

Says him anyways.

Husk HATES cats, and obviously… i think he would also let you pet him or brush his fur… after becoming in a relationship. Otherwise he’d literally bite you.

I think he would talk to you first at the bar, and man is he good at finding shit out???

I think you guys would become close friends within a finger snap-

And honestly become inseparable. Totally have backhanded shit to say and it would be so funny. (Great duo)

He definitely would be super proud of you for seeking help! He would say that not much people have enough balls to do that.

Honestly i also think Husk would enjoy painting too. He seems like a gambler but i think in his free time, something like painting would relax him?? Or atleast looking at paintings and analyzing them.

Your music taste? Probably same as his. He’d love to listen with you, and Everytime you are at the bar he’d ask if you wanted to play a song you both enjoyed.

If you learned the guitar he’d be SO IMPRESSED. Like “okay dayum… ❤️”

I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY HUN!! And AWUGHS THANK YOU SO MUCH?? i always try to make the characters accurate because i feel like if they are ooc .. its just.. weird ?

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imsosocold · 11 months

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Terry Falwes and Dahlia Hawthorne Beta Designs

Nobody better be excusing Terry Falwes after this.

1 reminds me of fucking Stonehenge while 2 is literally just an angry grown man.

It seems like Terry Fawles was once Frankenstein inspired. Interesting idea to have the chain around his throat, like he's being choked by the guilt of his own actions. The yelling doodle is concerning, was he going to yell at Dahlia?(งᓀ‸ᓂ)ง

That empty eyed stare.... the corner one is something I would draw.

This Dahlia design looks like a young Valerie. What would the eye thing be, it looks like she's literally shooting lasers out of her eyes lmao

Her young age is so apparent (☍ ﹏⁰)｡ The fact that she has a bandage on an eyebrow in one of them and bandages on her neck in another is so concerning for me. And she had an interest in photography!!! Was that what Terry was supposed to be tutoring her in??!! Capcom really should've gone with this design but they're cowards. Also Dahlia scaring Payne is funny. XD

Dahlia rocking all masc

Dahlia looks like Maihiru Kozumi (°△°)

I’ve met so many teens that look like this I’m nauseous crying

Initially a scarf instead of a sweater! The blond one kind of looks like Irina Jelavić.

I thought this Dahlia was holding a cat but it looks more like a rat. Whatever that animal is, she deserves a pet for support and comfort. This is a cool design but it doesn't really suit Dahlia.

Literally so young I’m gonna puke. Her angry look reminds me of Matt Engarde for some reason

Bonus Iris page! Nice to see her more expressive, I love the drawing of her in the veil.

#gyakuten saiban #ace attorney #iris hawthorne #dahlia hawthorne #terry fawles #dahlia hawthorne deserves better #beta designs #noelle's rants

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alfredosauce50 · 1 year

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One more night

[Boxer! Denmark x reader] 11

Wordcount: 4, 365 Rating: M for strong language and mature themes

The reader is referred to as she/her

One more night - 11

Off to the races

Mathias rolled his fists against a speed bag, getting it to bounce back and forth rhythmically. A sheen of sweat had glazed over his skin from head to toe, but he never faltered. He was finally back in the zone.

He also lost everything he gained, revealing his past triumphs. Bulging shoulders, a six-pack, and strong legs for a muscular body. He swung into the speed bag one last time, making it rock to and fro.

And he was just getting started.

“You’re in a good mood today,” You commented from the kitchen, sipping a warm cup of coffee. Everyone slept in on Sundays, Allen included, but he got up at nine to do nothing but scribble in his sketchbook.

“Am I?” He lifted his eyes to you, only to look down at his page again. “What gave it away?”

“You’re drawing.”

“I can’t channel my inner negativity sometimes?”

“I think we both know how you actually do that.”

“Okay, fine. You got me.” He mumbled, moving his pencil around for a few finishing touches. Once he was satisfied, he held up his drawing with a proud, toothy grin. “Look. It’s a fortress.”

“Wow,” You mouthed. A smiling stick figure with black shades stood on top of a castle, raining machine gunfire and grenades on the masses below. “And who’s that guarding the fortress?”

“Me.”

“What about all the people down here?”

“I think you know.” He put his sketchbook down.

Now that Mathias moved back home, Allen was the happiest he’d ever been. Even though they were on better terms, this was his home, and he had a very particular idea of what that looked like.

“You guys realize Hammy has been roaming outside his cage for a while.” Amy sauntered in with a squint.

Allen flew off the couch and scrambled into the hallway. With his spot vacant, she plopped down next to you and kicked her feet onto the coffee table. When he came back with his pet, he scowled.

“Hey, you stole my spot!”

“Didn’t see your name on it.”

“I was literally just there!” He stuck out a hand.

“Well, you weren’t for a second.” She hummed.

The three of you, just like old times.

“To think I used to complain about people bringing their babies to the theater,” Amy muttered, collecting her popcorn from the snack bar. She spun around to reveal Bob strapped to her torso. “Now I’m people.”

“And you’re seeing Captain America of all movies.”

“I must be crazy.”

“I mean,” You made a face. Amy was the one who suggested this, but now that she was here, she had to be persuaded. “It was either here or the gym. It’s not your fault Malena couldn’t take him tonight.”

“That’s not even the problem,” She sighed.

“Then what is?” You asked, confused.

“I don’t wanna leave Bob with anybody right now.” Amy hugged him close, face falling slightly.

She still had a hard time being away from her baby after that incident. She didn’t have a choice while working, but now that she was off-duty, keeping him around was always at the back of her mind.

“Then I guess we’ll have to get him used to these kinds of places.” You pulled her along, watching her expression closely. She let you, albeit reluctantly. “There’s a first time for everything, you know?”

“I guess,” She fixed his earmuffs. “Sorry, Bob.”

“When was the last time you went to see a movie anyway?” You asked, walking inside with her.

“Beats me.”

Two hours later, you both emerged from the theater.

“That was fucking amazing,” She let out, smiling from ear to ear. “Bob fell asleep halfway through!”

You and Amy swung by Whole Foods after.

“Do you think he’s gonna win?” She asked, watching you add several bananas to the shopping cart.

The question had been looming over your minds ever since Mathias brought it up. The WBC Continental Americas title. He and another heavyweight boxer would go toe to toe in the arena for that belt.

“It’s hard to say,” You shook your head, falling deep in thought. “This is his first shot at a real title.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m just relieved he didn’t give up.”

“Me too.” She furrowed her brows.

“Whatever happens, I’m really happy that he’s kinda himself again,” You added, smiling briefly. Because even after everything that happened, he didn’t quit. And that couldn’t be more fitting for who he was.

“Well, I’m glad he’s back.” Amy hummed, though her expression came off as more bittersweet than anything. Your face fell slightly when you picked up on it. “I wouldn’t be telling you this otherwise.”

“Telling me what?”

“That Mat told me,” She inhaled a deep breath before revealing what had been on her mind forever. “He wanted you to move out with him. And I just want you to know that I’m a hundred percent for it.”

“What?” Your heart sank. “He told you?”

“Ages ago, actually. I just never had the chance to bring it up. Didn’t wanna cause any more drama,” Amelia explained, pushing the cart along as she spoke. “What, with everything that went down?”

You turned away, eyes darting restlessly and mind racing with a million thoughts. This whole time?

“Allen would’ve gone nuts.” She widened her eyes.

It was no secret that he loved you dearly, going so far as to use you as an emotional crutch. To leave was to put him in a vulnerable headspace, but you couldn’t be there for him forever, not even if you wanted to.

“Not that he won’t freak out if you told him now, but he might not fly off the handle when you do.”

“But what about the apartment?” You asked, voice faint. Now that moving out was on the table, every doubt you’ve ever had flooded your mind in a rush of anxiety. “And what about Bob? I can’t just leave.”

“We’ll be fine,” Amy assured, holding your shoulder. It was a blanket statement at best, but how else were things supposed to be? “Allen will have to get a job someday. And Bob won’t be small forever.”

“But he’s only six months old.” You uttered.

“He can sit upright and eat scrambled eggs, now. That’s pretty big if you ask me.” She nudged you.

You laughed some, thankful for her lightheartedness.

“But, point is,” She went back to pushing her cart, as reflective of the continuation of the conversation. “You’ve already been there for the most crucial part of his life. And nine months before that too.”

“Of course I was, Amy. That’s a given.”

“What if it’s not supposed to be given?” She asked, much to your dismay. “You’ve already done so much for us, and I can’t just force you to stay forever. That would be the most selfish thing I could do to you.”

“Maybe,” You replied stiffly. Everything she just said was a stark reminder of what you told Allen once, and you always regretted it from the bottom of your heart. “But you aren’t forcing me to do anything.”

“Really?”

“I love living with you guys,” You let out, voice faint to hide the sadness in it. “You’re my best friend.”

Amy stood perfectly still, overwhelmed by a rush of emotions. Then, she turned to you, eyes wide. When she saw that you were barely holding it together, she did something completely out of character.

She hugged you as tight as she could.

“I know.” She shut her eyes. “But you have to go.”

You hugged her back, lips pursed tightly in a frown. She knew what you really wanted, and would go to great lengths for you to have it. Even if it meant letting you go, the hardest thing she could ever do.

“Do you think Bob will remember me?”

“He will if you visit,” She released you with a content smile, knowing she managed to convince you. So, she took in your face for what felt like the last time. “So don’t go somewhere I can’t get to, okay?”

Getting Amelia on board with the idea was easy because she was already all for it. Allen, on the other hand, would be a completely different story. But you had to tell him someday, even if that wasn’t today.

You pushed the door open to the local boxing gym.

When you got inside, you saw Mathias doing mitt work with Allen. Their brewing friendship was the most unexpected development yet, and you had to cover your mouth to hide your enthusiasm.

They had more in common than they looked.

The sun was almost set when you three walked home together. Allen had his arms folded behind his head, his dark eyes staring into the distance. Mathias had your hand in his, which squeezed you here and there.

“So,” You began, breaking the comfortable silence with a query. “Are you two friends now?”

They both made a face, brows raised and squinting.

“I don’t think Allen would be comfortable with that.”

“No, I wouldn’t.”

“Oh, alright.” You sighed, stifling a laugh at their synchronization. “I was just curious, is all.”

“Saying we’re friends would be putting him on the same level as you. And that’s gross.” Allen mumbled.

“There’s always distinctions you make with different friends you have,” You glanced at him and watched his expression intently, which didn’t seem to change. “Surely you have friends you’re close to, or not at all.”

“Not really,” He shrugged. “I mean, I used to.”

A brief silence followed, and you were left to put the pieces together. Mathias didn’t have any idea what he implied, but you knew better. He must’ve been talking about his pals from Afghanistan.

“It’s fine.” Allen grinned at you. “I have you guys.”

You didn’t say anything more, only bringing his arm down to hold it. He appreciated the gesture, the discreteness of it, and smiled warmly at you to prove it. You smiled back as if to tell him he was right.

He had you, Amy, and Bob.

Slowly, but surely, Mathias could make the cut too.

“You told Amy,” You began, staying in the doorway as he shuffled through his things in his bedroom. Allen waited outside in the front yard, giving you both a moment of privacy, however brief that may be.

Mathias stopped for a moment, back turned to you.

“Are you mad at me?” He murmured.

“No,” You neared him, gaze softening. He glanced over his shoulder, surprised. But that dissolved into relief as soon as you said this. “I’m actually glad you did. I don’t think I would’ve been able to tell her.”

“I’m glad,” He smiled, taking your hands.

You smiled back, warmed by his touch.

“She loves you more than you know.”

Out of the four of you, Mathias was the least afraid of change. It took a lot of faith to carry himself the way he did, and he did so naturally. Without him, you would’ve been stuck in the same place for years.

“So, what did she say?”

Allen kicked a pebble off the pavement. When he glanced up at the apartment again, he saw you two having a conversation. About what, he didn’t know. But he could make a judgement from afar.

The way Mathias looked at you, laughed, then picked you up in the tightest embrace had him wondering if this was the end of everything he knew. It was a huge jump from point a to b, but he wasn’t stupid.

He looked too happy for it to be anything else.

You did too, talking excitedly about something he wasn’t a part of, and never would be. When that dawned on Allen, he turned away, heart in his hand. That night, he walked home by himself.

Out on the balcony where he always was, he knelt over his plants and tended to them. Basil, thyme, sage, and parsley—all Summer herbs. He snipped off the stalks and harvested them for the coming Fall.

“Why didn’t you wait for me?”

“I thought you were staying at his place.”

“If I was, I would’ve said that.” You stepped outside with him. When he didn’t respond, you instantly knew he was bent out of shape over something, but what, you didn’t know. “What is this really about?”

“Nothing,” He kept chopping his plants, but his movements grew less and less controlled as he continued. His front was already crumbling, and you just got here. “Everything’s just nice and peachy.”

“Okay, Al.” You relented, turning to the sliding door.

The sight of your back was all it took.

“If you don’t wanna talk about it, you don’t have to.”

What remained of his hard exterior was all but gone. You broke him down all over again, and simply by letting him be. He couldn’t take it anymore. Not the distance, or the reality that he could never have you.

“Wait.” He stood up, sighing. “Don’t close that door.”

You stopped halfway through the door frame, your eyes softening at his change of heart. If he had something to tell you, you did too. And your concerns were realer than what he thought he saw out there.

“I wanna talk.”

Mathias knocked on the doorframe of his coach’s office. In his hand was the slip of paper he’d been itching to get for the past month. He handed it to his mentor, who scanned it before tossing it on his desk.

With that out of the way, the old man stood up and brushed past him in a slight hobble.

“Get your wraps. We’re gonna start with the basics.”

Allen stood with you on the balcony, his arms draped over the railing. He stared into the night as he tried to think of the words. After a few minutes of mulling it over, this was the best he could come up with.

“So, what, he propose to you or something?”

“No!” You shot him a heated look, watching his brows go up. “Is that what you were upset about?”

He pursed his lips, hands raised in denial. But seeing that you were unconvinced, he just sucked it up.

“Yeah.”

“Well, he didn’t propose, okay?”

“Then that’s all I wanted to know,” He grinned, voice rich with satisfaction. He went back to his usual self almost instantly, hopping back into the living room. “Now all I’m missing is a kiss for good measure.”

“A kiss?” You stifled a laugh.

“You know I’m only kidding.” He scraped the bottom of his flip-flops against the entry mat to clean them. When Allen faced you again, he leaned against the door frame. “You don’t have to if you don’t wanna.”

He might’ve said one thing, but the gentle smile on his face meant another. And since you couldn’t give him what he really wanted, you gave him the next best thing. You leaned forward and hugged him.

Allen’s arms went around you on instinct, like a reflex he didn’t need to think about. There, he nestled his chin on your head, closing his eyes in the embrace. Then, his smile grew out of a deep sense of peace.

Now this wasn’t so bad. He also got the assurances he needed, so why was he still so sad?

“Listen, Al.”

Mathias raised his gloved fists, bright red in color.

“I have something I need to tell you.”

With his head low and eyes up, he looked intensely focused as he jabbed the sandbag in front of him. Only they were nothing but light taps, hitting the same spot on the leather, over and over.

“Okay, then tell me.” Allen was a little unnerved that you even had to announce it. What he saw tonight, how he always felt around you, and your anxious demeanor only seemed to validate that fear.

“I’m moving out with Mat.” You finally let out.

“Oh.”

A few seconds of painstaking silence went by.

“When?”

Mathias tightened the strings of his hoodie until only his face was left uncovered. Now that Summer was ending, he could feel a cool breeze on his morning runs. The seasons were changing, and so was he.

“I don’t know, but probably sometime after his tournament. We haven’t decided on anything yet,” You answered truthfully, scanning his face for something, anything. But he gave you nothing.

“Does Amy know?”

Or so you thought.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I told her last week.”

“Right.” He looked down, eyes darkening. It was inconceivable that anybody could be so hurt over something so minor, but Allen wasn’t just anybody. “Why am I always the last one to know things?”

“I was gonna tell you, Al. I promise.” You spoke softly, taking his arms. “I just had to find the right time.”

“Why is it always Amy you go to when you know something will affect me most?” He rubbed his eyes with one hand, choking back a sob. “You guys are always keeping things from me and leaving me out!”

“We only do that because we don’t wanna hurt you!” You flushed, making him shake his head bitterly.

“You’re gonna hurt me anyway. So you might as well just say it.” Allen muttered, staring dead into your eyes as a single tear fell from his. His words were cutting, and the way he looked at you, even more so.

“I’m sorry,” Your voice broke. “I never mean to.”

He was right about being excluded, and he had all the right in the world to berate you for it. It was also selfish to expect him to react any different, especially when you’ve always known of his greatest fear.

Being isolated, physically or mentally.

“And you probably already knew that, too.” He shook his head again, turning away to get to your bedroom. But before he could lock himself in it, you grabbed onto his wrist. “You just didn’t wanna freak me out.”

“Of course I didn’t wanna freak you out,” You let out, tone desperate. “That’s the only reason why I have a hard time telling you about these things. Not because I don’t love you, or don’t feel close to you.”

“And how’s that turning out for you?” He faced you, eyes burning with truth. “I’ll find out anyway. I always do. Then I’ll find my own time to freak out. Because that’s just what I do. That’s what I’m the best at.”

Usually, he was the one making compromises in conversations, taking the fall for his faults.

“Losing my temper. Because I’m a fucking manic.”

“That’s not true!”

But right now, he was as quick as a whip.

And he was right about everything.

“It is, though. If it wasn’t, we wouldn’t be here having this fucking conversation.” Allen glared, but his anger with you only lasted so long. “And since we’re here, you wanna know why I flipped out in the first place?”

“Why did you flip out, then?” You uttered.

“It’s not just because I have a thing for you, okay?” He exclaimed, chest heaving and face reddening.

“Then why?” You flushed, eyes darting restlessly.

“Because if you get married, you’re gonna go away.” Allen said shakily, voice faint with unbearable hurt. “You’re gonna go somewhere I can’t get to, get busy, have a few babies, and you won’t have time for me.”

Your face contorted.

“Then you’re gonna forget about me,”

It was unthinkable that you could ever cut him out of your life, but he was already treating it like reality.

“And I won’t be a part of your life anymore.”

“You’ll always be a part of my life, Allen.” You reached up to caress his face, currently streaked with tears. “Even if we won’t see each other as much, I’ll always be thinking of you. And I’d still call and visit you.”

“But that’s not good enough,” He choked.

“I won’t be far, I promise. I promised Amy that too.”

“But you won’t be here.”

“You have to learn be independent from me, Allen.”

He shook his head, breathing too hard to manage a verbal protest. You were asking way too much of him, even if it was just to live out partially separate lives. You were his rock, and he wasn’t ready to let you go.

“But you also have to trust me.”

A string was tied across the ring like a washing line. The gym was dark, save for the spotlight they stood under, coach and pupil. The pupil in question stood next to the line, his shoulder barely just grazing it.

Then, he ducked under it to the other side.

He repeated the motion, bobbing under the line from side to side. By bending down and moving quickly from left to right, he could dodge anything thrown at him. But the timing and range had to be perfect.

“I’m so jealous of Mathias,” He squeezed you, eyes shut tight as he whispered frantically into your neck. “He’s got everything going for him. When he wants something, he just gets it. I can’t do that.”

“I think we’ve all felt that way before,” You admitted, holding him closer. “He’s the best of all of us.”

Mathias rolled under a punch, dodging it like second nature. When he rose, he jabbed his opponent twice, getting them to back up. He was a speed demon, taking advantage of their mistakes on the fly.

With the newly-established distance, he threw his fist up for a killer uppercut. It collided with their jaw, throwing their head back in a splash of saliva. And just like that, his partner fell on the mat, defeated.

“But there’s something you have that he doesn’t.”

“And what’s that?” Allen murmured, pulling back.

“Mathias and I can fight, argue, or even break up one day, but not us,” You answered, frowning deeply. “And I know that sounds bad, but there’s nothing in the world that could change what we have.”

He smiled and bowed his head at what he’d already known, a truth he constantly needed reminding of. But you always knew the right thing to say. And for that, everything felt like it was going to be okay.

“You’ll always be my family.”

“Maybe that’s why I never tried anything,” Allen said. He’d been so hung up over what he could’ve had, he never realized this was what he really wanted all along. “Because I didn’t wanna ruin what we had.”

“And what did we have?” You smiled.

He gazed up at you, eyes twinkling.

“Something perfect.”

He was your best friend, and maybe a little more than that, but he made it a point to never cross that line. What you had with Allen was incorruptible, the kind of love people spent their entire lives looking for.

“Something pure.” He kissed you on the forehead, the most innocent kind of affection one could give. And you leaned in, basking in the warmth of his soft lips. “And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Allen stayed with you all night. With your body next to his, he never fell asleep so fast. This may only be for so long, but he couldn’t be upset about it forever. You were moving on, and he had to accept that.

“That makes seven rompers and five pairs of pants,”

You sorted through the baby clothes in the basket Mathias held. He insisted on tagging along with you to ‘help you hold things,’ but you had a sneaking suspicion he came for another spending spree.

“Anything else we need?”

“Uhhh,” He scanned the shopping list with a focused expression. “Four pajama outfits… And a tank top?”

“Oh. That’s for Allen,” You pointed at the bottom of the note. “See how the handwriting changes?”

“Oh,” Mathias mumbled. Now that you mentioned it. When he glanced up again, you were off to look for those items, so he did what he thought would be the next best thing: doing some browsing on his own.

When he approached you for your opinion, you were still in the baby section, picking out sleepers.

“What do you think?” He held two outfits in front of you and moved them up and down. “Blue or yellow?

“Those are for newborns, Mathias,” You answered, going back to the rack. “They’re not gonna fit Bob,”

“I know they’re for newborns.”

“If I say ‘blue’ and see the blue one in your dresser, I’m seriously gonna murder you,” You sighed, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. And frankly speaking, you were a little nervous.

“Okaaay. Does that mean you’ll spare me if I buy the yellow one?” He hummed with growing smile.

“Mat,” You shot him a heated look, embarrassed out of your wits. “The bear was cute, but this is crazy.”

“But these are cute too!”

“No, I meant you,” You sighed, stifling a defeated laugh at his outburst. ��We haven’t even moved out and you’re already thinking that far ahead. Imagine what Allen would do to you if I ever got pregnant.”

“You don’t have to wait for his approval, you know?” Mathias grumbled, putting both outfits back, blue and yellow. “I know he’s close to you, but what we do is none of his business. So he should stay out of it.”

“Still,” You shook your head. “You’re going too fast.”

“I know, I know. I just got excited,” He sighed, noting how worried you looked. And it was a fair reaction given the kind of person he was. Tenacious, self-indulgent, and apparently, family-oriented.

But he’d be damned if he didn’t already learn his lesson. So he stopped you in the aisle, hands on your shoulders. “I’m not rushing you into anything. Especially not something this important, okay?”

“Good,” You softened your gaze, peering up at him. “Because I don’t wanna fight with you anymore.”

If anything, he’d save this for after the tournament.

“I wouldn’t wanna fight me either.”

You were about to give him an earful for being so unserious, but you let it slide this time. After overcoming a roadblock and months of preparation, he was finally in shape for his biggest match yet.

“Are you nervous?”

“A little,” He grinned. “But I’m ready.”

Next chapter: Coming soon

Tag-list: @sunnysssol @chicha027 @javelintine @sport-lova @archive-of-bones

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memphis-menace · 2 years

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Siren!Elvis Headcanons

Disclaimer: Okay so just because I drew him, doesn’t mean my headcanons are the be all end all, okay? If you write about him, feel free to make up your own stuff about him, use this stuff about him, whatever you want! That’s the beauty of fandom! This is just how I personally think of the lad when I doodle him.

Disclaimer #2: There will be mentions of animal traits and geographical/topographical shit. I do not claim to actually know anything or claim it as fact. I am making this up, not aiming for accuracy. He’s a sexy water monster, I don’t think “accuracy” applies here.

Once again, @venus-haze has some AMAZING work out regarding her interpretation of him, and hopefully there’s more coming and I can’t wait to eat it up!

Alright, onto my version.

Okay so right off the bat, my version of Siren!Elvis ain’t exactly a fish. That interview that mentioned crocodile eyes took hold of my soul so. The boy is gator based. 🐊

Lives in a swampy/marshy river type area. Look I don’t know terminology I just know what I live by.

Originally, he sang more traditional siren-y songs; mostly just very melodic, wordless tunes. But as people started building residences and moving near his territory, he heard their music - blues, country, rock n’ roll - and decided he really liked it, so his siren song adapted accordingly.

So, being more reptilian than fishy, he doesn’t have a tail. He has semi-webbed clawed hands and feet, and a gator tail to help propel him through the water. He has scales covering his skin in certain places, mostly his back and arms? I’ll try and draw a reference for what I envision one day I’m not good with description there’s a reason I doodle instead of write fanfic 😭

Now yes, he does eat people. Come on, that’s like. The whole “siren” shtick. HOWEVER, if you should catch his eye as something other than food… 👀

Under no uncertain terms, this fella is a YANDERE. Once he’s set his sights on you, it’s over. You’re his. Prepare to be sung into submission, so to speak.

That being said, he knows that realistically he can’t keep you in the swamp indefinitely - humans are not made for mostly aquatic living. So you can stay at your house, but you better visit him every day or there WILL be a tantrum and his tantrums get bloody

Also his eyes do that reflecty/glowy thing, so if he finds out where you live and you wake up in the middle of the night to see glowing blue eyes by your bed looking at you, don’t worry it’s just Elvis, checking on you.

He may try and eat your pets but if you really reiterate to him that you don’t want him to do that he’ll concede and leave them alone.

However, don’t tell him of anyone you’re getting close to that he may consider a rival. The next day you’ll hear about a nasty, mangled, half-eaten corpse found floating down the river 😬

On the flip side, probably don’t tell him about people who are upsetting you. Unless you’re cool with a pile of bones being left on your porch. Cause like, you know how cats bring you dead animals as a gift? Yeah Elvis will do that. And will get extremely huffy if you throw them away or get rid of them; they were a gift! So what if it’s a liability and if someone finds out you could get arrested on suspicion of murder? He’ll eat the cops, don’t worry!

Fair warning, he will eat you if you try to break up with him or cheat on him. So if you’re starting a relationship with him, it’s gonna be your last one. One way or another. So proceed with caution.

He can also do that scary ass hiss/growl that gators do. Because it’s cool and I say so.

Now if you wanna hear him damn near purr, gently scratch the scales along his spine when you cuddle him. He’ll practically melt.

Now, mans got some sharp teefs. And unfortunately, biting is a love language for him. He’s not being mean or trying to hurt you, he just has to mark you up so people know you’re taken 🙂

Now when it comes to sexy time, you deadass may want to get him a muzzle because hoo lord you may end up in a hospital. He can’t always control his chompers when his hormones get high. He’ll feel bad afterwards and try to help you with the bleeding 🥺

Like most gators, Elvis will eat anything, especially if it’s something you made. Because he can’t fathom that you would take time out of your day to cook something to and bring it to him, when he’s perfectly fine eating raw meat. So it’s super special to him when you bring him food you made. It could be a deep fried boot and he’d eat it happily as long as you made it for him.

Eventually he learns (via siren magic because again, this is fantasy and I can do what I want) how to mask his reptilian features and look human, so he can spend even more time with you! Ain’t that great? :) He’s watched the humans around him for quite a while, so he knows how to behave like one when he needs to. You just need to buy him some clothes.

This will be updated, but this is what I got for now. He’s basically a big ol puppy with some less than safe eating habits and a unique way of lovin’

He is a g8er boi he said see you l8er boi

#elvis #elvis x reader #austin elvis x reader #elvis presley #elvis 2022 #siren!elvis #menace babbles #this is my boy and I love him so much #I hope y’all like him too #yandere elvis #Yandere elvis x reader

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broiderie · 1 year

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 10

See! I'm not that mean! I typed up 10 this evening so you wouldn't have to wait past the cliffhanger for very long. You guys better love me because I worked a 12 hour shift before typing this up.

Warnings: panic attack, guns, talk of human trafficking, cursing, a little steam at the end. All Spanish is from google so don't come for me too hard. I try to keep it at pet names mostly, but Hank doesn't like to cooperate. Be responsible for your own media consumption and don't steal my shit.

Megan couldn’t breathe. She could see everything happening in the room, but couldn’t hear it. She saw her father lose his temper for the first time ever. When Hank moved towards Palo the first time, Coco had drawn his gun. He’d had the patches with Diana and Tessa move them to a safer room, but he knew he couldn’t move Megan. By the time Hank’s gun was against the VM president’s head, Megan was sobbing in panic. She sank to the floor with Rex doing his best to overfill her lap.

Coco looked at her. “Ma. I know you’re scared, alright. I know. Just keep breathing, hold your dog, and stay down. Ain’t nothing gonna hurt you. I got you. I’m gonna put my hand on you, a’right. Just so I know where you are without lookin’. I got you. Promise.”

Megan nodded shakily and fought to breathe.

Coco put his body between Megan and the door with his free hand back and down on her head. He figured seeing Hank wasn’t going to help right then, so he blocked her view of the room. “Jus’ breathe, ma. Ain’t nobody gettin’ through me.” He watched the scene through the doors.

When the shot fired, Megan jumped and let out a breathless scream as she scrambled to see who’d been shot. Coco used his free hand to keep her head down. “Easy now. Ain’t us. We’re whole. Jus’ breathe. You got yer gun?” At her nod, he smiled. “Good girl, ma. Get it in your hand jus’ in case. Stay down. Taza and Hank will come when they can.”

Megan sat on Rex’s leash as she gasped for breath, but managed to draw her 9 mm so she’d be ready for anything.

The doors opened and Taza hurried out them with Hank right behind him. They both nodded and sighed in relief when they saw the situation.

Coco stepped away, but kept his gun out and his eyes scanning. “She’s a’right. Just scared. Didn’ see nothin’.”

Hank scooped her against his chest, handing Rex’s leash to Coco as he sank down with her in his lap. Megan reached for Taza and found him already reaching for her as well. “Wha- Wha- ha-pen?” she gasped out.

“Easy, Chica. Breathe for us. We’ll explain in a minute. First you need to breathe.” Taza held her good hand and pressed it to his chest so she could feel his breath. “There ya go. Good girl. Breathe.”

Hank buried his face in her hair. “You’re alright, mi amore. We’re here. You’re safe.” He rocked her gently. “Breathe with Taza.”

With gentle coaxing they got Megan’s breathing evened out. She hiccuped on sobs still, but the panic was easing surrounded by her father and Hank.

Marcus had hurried off to check on Diana and Tess when he saw that they weren’t with Megan, but came back as soon as he’d seen them and assured them that everyone was okay. He’d sent them home with his men as guards and given instructions to lock them down in the clubhouse.

The Sons and other Mayans started clean up. Chibs and Tig came to join the little family along with Bishop.

Chibs sank a glass of whiskey. “Fucking hell. Sorry about tha’. We didn’ know.”

Bishop nodded. “We know. We just couldn’t let it go. Too much bad blood without what we found out here today. Now…”

Tig chuckled. “You can say that again.” He looked past Taza to Megan. “You alright there, Little Bit?”

Megan nodded and buried her face in Hank’s collar.

Chibs frowned and looked around. “She’ll need water. Where’s a damn prospect?”

Coco snorted. “They headed for the other side of the building and the fire doors as soon as the hardware came out. Ain’t seen ‘em since.”

Tig growled, but went behind the bar to find Megan water. He came back with two bottles and sat them down next to Taza and Hank.

Hank coaxed Megan to drink a little.

Taza kissed her forehead softly. “Will you be alright if I stand up, Chica? I’m not leaving. Just going to talk to your tíos.”

Megan nodded again. Hank held her close and rubbed her back gently as she began to shiver in reaction. Coco maintained his hold on Rex’s leash, keeping the big dog back despite him straining to reach Megan.

Taza stood with a sigh. “She’ll be alright.”

“You gonna tell her?” Tig asked quietly.

“Later,” Taza assured him. “In the meantime - what do we do about the guns?”

Tig flinched and glanced at Megan indecisively. “Hey-”

Chibs waved him off. “The girl’s alrigh’. Alvarez and Bishop both vouch for her. Say she knows everythin’.”

Bishop nodded. “No secrets from her. Only reason she wasn’t at the table with us today was protocol.”

Tig threw his hands up in surrender.

Marcus sighed. “We need a port.”

“Aye. And fast,” Chibs agreed. He looked to Marcus. “What about your cartel contacts?”

“We’d lose it completely. Galindo would just use it as an in to cut out the middle man,” Bishop said.

“How long do we have?” Marcus asked.

Chibs sighed and ran a hand through his silver hair. “Last shipment is in two weeks. Port will close - maybe three days after tha’. Got maybe a month, but the Irish will want a plan sooner than tha’.”

The men all nodded.

Taza shook his head. “None of us is thinking clearly right now. We need time, and Megan needs rest.”

Marcus nodded. “He’s right. Poquito has had enough.”

Bishop looked at Coco. “Take the dog out, huh? She’s in no shape to do it. That way we can leave soon.”

“Course.” He started out.

Hank took Megan’s gun from the floor and tucked it into his kutte before he lifted her bridal styled and sat on the couch facing away from the meeting room with her in his lap.

Tig smiled a little at the sight of the pistol. “Tough chick. First, she didn’t run AND she was armed - damn.”

Bishop chuckled and patted Tig’s shoulder. “You have no idea, brother. And she’s STILL armed.”

About 20 minutes later, Happy came out of the meeting room wiping his hands on a black cloth. “How’s the girl?” he asked Tig.

Tig pointed at the couch where Megan remained in Hank’s lap. She was wrapped in the blanket roll from Bishop’s bike with Rex sitting on Hank’s feet on guard. “Recovering.”

Happy nodded before he approached the couch. He squatted to scratch Rex’s ears. “Hey, Little Girl. You good?”

Megan nodded and smiled slightly at the bald biker.

Happy grunted. “Good.” He looked down at Rex again. “Good dog.” He stood up and watched as Hank shifted Megan a moment to get a hand free for a handshake.

“You knew -” Hank said quietly.

Happy nodded. “Just an hour or so. No time to explain.”

Hank nodded back. “Thank you.”

Happy nodded again and gripped Hank’s shoulder. “Take care of the girl.”

“I will,” Hank assured him.

Happy turned and headed back into the meeting room to finish cleaning up.

Packer and his men walked the two remaining VM patches out in zip cuffs. They took them to a van waiting outside and loaded them up.

Megan watched worriedly and chewed her lip.

“Nah lass. Don’ ye worry ‘bout them. We’ll sort them out,” Chibs came over the perch on the coffee table nearby. “Yer safe. We’ll be sure o’ it.” He gently reached out to pat her knee. Then he looked up at Hank. “How long has she got left in the sling?”

“Two weeks, more or less,” Hank said. “Why?”

Chibs nodded. “That’ll be because of the wrist cast, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He smiled down at Megan. “Tell ye wha’ - when that sling comes off, yeh come and see us.” He winked. “We’ll show you a real party then.”

Megan giggled. “When the sling and cast comes off - you should come to Santo Padre with Happy. We’ll see who can party at my quince.”

Chibs chuckled. “A royal invitation. I wouldna miss it, lass. I’ll be there.”

Bishop appeared at the doors. “We’re ready to head back to Oakland whenever she is, Tranq.”

Megan smiled a little. “I’m ready Tío.” She started unwrapping herself.

Chibs stood and then helped her to stand before he placed a whiskery kiss on her cheek. “Ride safe, lass.”

“You too, Chibs.”

Outside, Taza took the time Hank took putting up the top on the car to cuddle his daughter close. Megan rested more or less quietly against his chest with his chin on her hair. “Papa?”

“Yes, Sweet Chica?”

“You are going to tell me what happened, right?” She looked up at him.

Taza nodded and kissed her forehead. “Of course. I’ll tell you when we get back to Oakland.”

“Okay.”

He helped her into the passenger seat of her new car and buckled her in carefully as Hank loaded Rex into the back seat from his side. “Rest now. We’ll talk at your padrino’s.”

Once on the road, Hank covered Megan with his hoodie. “Are you warm enough, Princessa?”

She smiled at him. “I’m okay. Sorry I broke again.” She reached for him and he took her hand to place kisses on her knuckles.

Hank kept her hand close, breathing deeply. “But you didn’t break, mi amore. You were terrified - but you still drew your weapon. You followed Coco’s instructions. You followed chain of command and in a situation like that… that’s all anyone can ask for.” He kissed her palm and then her inner wrist.

“But Tía Diana didn’t -”

“Princessa - your Tía Diana has been the queen of the Mayans since before you were born. And I’m willing to bet she has her own breakdown tonight after Tessa goes to bed.”

They stopped at a red light and he turned to face her in the afternoon haze. “Just because you panic or are scared, doesn’t mean you’re broken. I was terrified in there. Terrified someone would make a wrong move and bullets would start to fly. Terrified you’d be hurt or that you’d be taken again while I was bust with club shit. Being afraid is natural. Acting through that fear is what makes you such a badass.” He leaned over to kiss her softly. “You aren’t broken, mi princessa. No more than any of the rest of us.”

Megan smiled up at him a little and nodded.

“Good girl.” He kissed her again and then sat back to drive.

Megan rested back against the seat and watched him with a deep breath. “Hank?”

“Yes, mi amore?”

“Did I cause that fight? Was it my fault that man died?” she asked quietly.

Hank sighed. “It wasn’t your fault, mi princessa. Palo was itching for a fight. He knew what he was doing. He just thought that he had the upper hand. He didn’t count on our willingness to fight for our family.” He pressed another kiss to the tender skin of her inner wrist.

She nodded quietly. “So, it wasn’t my fault?”

“No. It was not.” He smiled and adjusted her ring for her.

The drive back to Oakland was longer as they his evening traffic. They turned off at the exit that would take them to Marcus’ house and the bikes followed them. Bishop, Taza, and Coco stayed really close.

Marcus and the Oakland Mayans split off to the clubhouse. El Padrino wanted to check on his girls, but also wanted to give them time to fill Megan in without too large of an audience.

They pulled into the drive and Taza came to help Megan out of the passenger seat. Rex followed her faithfully. They met Hank and the others at the garage door, where Bishop unlocked it with a key from his pocket. They settled quickly into the den with Megan on the couch with Hank on her good side and Taza perched on the coffee table in front of her. Bishop sat nearby in the easy chair, but Coco roamed the room. He could never be still when he was anxious.

Megan took a deep breath and met her father’s eyes. “What happened today, Papa? Why were the VM there?”

Taza ran his ringed fingers through his hair with a heavy sigh. “Chibs called the meeting because SoA is ready to hand over the Irish gun trade. We’ve known it was coming for years. That wasn’t the problem.”

Megan leaned forward as Rex lifted his head from the rug to watch her. “Okay. What is?” She reached for her father’s hand to squeeze it. “I’m okay, Papa. You can tell me. I won’t break again.”

He smiled at her. “I know, Sweet Chica. I know.” He squeezed her hand gently back. “The port that SoA uses up here is being shut down. We have about a month to figure out how to get the guns into the country another way. Chibs thought that he had the problem already solved. Vatos Malditos have control of a port in Mexico. They were supposed to store and assemble the weapons there. We would transport to the buyers. That… didn’t go over well.”

Megan looked at all the men. “Why? I know Papa has bad blood with the VM…”

Bishop sat forward. “The VM are known for human trafficking, Poquito. Especially in young women. We won’t work with someone like that. Especially not after…”

“Brandon.” Megan said quietly. She swallowed and looked down to play with her rings. “Was he… did he…”

Hank stroked down her back firmly. “Yeah. He was connected to them.”

A single tear rolled down Megan’s cheek and she sniffed before wiping it away with the back of her hand. “That’s where he was taking me. Wasn’t it?” She looked up. “And Palo threw it in your face… didn’t he Papa?”

Taza nodded and swallowed. “There’s more, sweetheart.”

Megan straightened her spine and looked him in the eyes. “What else?”

Taza sighed. “Apparently, Palo… obtained… Gabriella the same way he intended to you, years ago. She was given her freedom as long as she kept Palo’s baby brother occupied and out of his hair…”

Megan covered her mouth in shock. “David?” she asked quietly.

Taza nodded. “And when Gabby fled - he just cut his losses on her. Until he went to Tennessee to meet with the ring Brandon was attached to.”

Bishop picked up the story. “Poquito - Palo found your mom after she had you. He’s the one who got her hooked on the drugs. He’s the reason you were in the system.”

Coco fired off curses under his breath in Spanish and paced faster.

“Did he track me?” Megan asked quietly. “Did he know where I was? Who I was? Is that what he threw at you?”

Taza nodded. “And he was the buyer Brandon had arranged.”

Everyone was quiet as Megan breathed deeply. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. “And he tried to use me as a bargaining chip to get his way. That’s why the Mayans exploded like that.”

“Not just the Mayans, Princessa,” Hank said quietly. “Happy had his gun to the bastard’s head before anyone. And Happy made sure that he and I were the only ones in that room with guns.”

“Chibs made the call for Palo’s death-” Bishop said.

“Because he didn’t want the deal tainted. He didn’t want the Mayans to be the ones no one trusted to sit down with…” said a voice from the door. Marcus joined them. “If it had been anywhere else beside a sit down, Chibs would have gifted Palo to us to finish.” He walked in to sit in the other arm chair, pausing only to press a kiss to Megan’s hair.

“How’s Tía Diana and Tessa?” Megan asked softly. “Did Tessa see anything?”

Marcus smiled a little. “Mi Reina is pissed. She doesn’t like when things go sideways. She’s calming down at the park with Tessa. And your prima is fine, Poquito. She didn’t see or hear anything thanks to those fancy ass headphones and her game.” He looked up at Coco. “My guys say I have you to thank for that. You told them to get them out early.”

Coco nodded. “Little kids don’t need to see that shit. I told them to move them to a room where they could get them out if they needed to. Sorry, Padrino. I know I shouldn’t have been ordering your guys, but Megan was my charge and she had to stay put.”

Marcus shook his head. “No apologies needed, hermano. You did exactly what you needed to. And you kept Poquito shielded too.”

“Yeah, well next time - no offense, ma - but next time whoever I’m guardin’ is getting fuckin’ kevlar, man. That shit was reckless. Stray bullets happen.” Coco adjusted his kutte.

“Agreed.” Bishop said. “Next time, Poquito wears a vest if we don’t know exactly what we’re walking into. I don’t give a fuck who it offends.”

Taza nodded, but didn’t speak. He was in his own head, lost in the past, again. Megan could see it. She reached for his hand again. “Papa?”

Taza started a little, but smiled when he looked at Megan. “Yeah?”

“Palo is dead. He was the last one who could come for me - and he’s dead now. He was the one who hurt David too, right? He’s gone forever.” She smiled at him . “That means I really am safe now.”

He smiled and tugged her into his lap to cuddle her close. “Yeah. You really are.”

Marcus smiled, but cleared his throat. “Unfortunately - today isn’t over yet. I got a call from Galindo’s man, Nestor. He needs a sit down - as soon as we can manage it. Apparently Galindo was held by the Feds along with his entire family. He’s got something he needs to talk to us about.”

Bishop sighed and rubbed his beard. “Alright. We could drive tonight. Meet him at the casino tomorrow. I’ll have the rest of the club meet us there.”

Hank sighed and looked at Megan. “Damn it.”

Marcus chuckled a little. “Sorry, hermano. I know you had plans for Poquito tonight.”

Megan looked puzzled. “But the club… after the meeting…”

“Could have waited one more night, mi princessa. I was supposed to take you out tonight for your birthday.” Hank smiled at her where she leaned against Taza’s side. “I swear, we WILL get a date night eventually.”

Taza laughed and pressed a kiss to Megan’s hair as he shook off his gloomy thoughts. “At least we’ll be at the Rez.” He looked at Bishop and Marcus. “I’ll call Adam. Get us rooms. Maybe he’s got a conference suite open.”

Marcus sighed. “For two of my guys too.”

“Alright.”

Everyone split up to pack. Megan giggled as she realized that the entire trunk of her new mustang was filled with shopping bags from the day before. There would be barely any room for their duffles. “Don’t you think y’all went a little overboard, Hank?”

Hank chuckled. “Never, mi princessa.” He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck.

She arched slightly into him to encourage more contact.

He gave in and paused in his packing to pull her back into his chest and nuzzle and kiss the skin of her neck. “I am sorry, mi reina. I had big plans for tonight.”

“Mm?” Megan gave a tiny gasp of pleasure as he found a particular spot and leaned into him.

He smiled and pressed his palm to her lower belly to hold her close. “I promise, we will celebrate your birthday properly, mi amore. Even if it’s a little late and not quite what I had planned.”

She shivered a little at the feeling of his breath on her neck and nodded lacing her fingers through his with a smile. “I don’t care. As long as we’re together.:

He pressed her close and used his other hand to guide her face around so he could kiss her deeply. When he pulled back, he did it very slowly. “Always, mi reina.”

She smiled sweetly up at him. “Then it will be perfect.”

Hank sucked in a breath at that beautiful smile and buried his face in the crook of her neck and left shoulder. “Te amo mi reina hermosa. No tienes idea de cuanto.” He held her close until his emotions and body calmed. “C’mon, mi princessa. Let’s finish packing. Your papa will be waiting.”

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angsty-prompt-hole · 24 days

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WIP Question Tag Game

Tagged by @ceph-the-ghost-writer

Rules: Answer as many (or as few) of the questions about your WIP as you can.

Tagging: I'm leaving this as an open tag

I'll be answering all of them for A Hero's Call.

1. What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

The very first part of A Hero's Call that I created was the concept of dimension jumping in general. It was inspired by both the ghost portals from Danny Phantom and my middle school self's mighty need for crossover content from my favorite shows, and then I kind of just made a self insert to make those crossovers happen, and that self insert evolved into Kira.

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the intro song be?

So, when I was young and naive and didn't know how filmmaking worked, I wanted A Hero's Call to be a tv show. The intro song was always gonna be some sort of early 2000's rock/emo/metal song, and I almost always came back to In The End by Black Veil Brides. And honestly, I still stand by that.

3. Who are your favourite character(s) and why?

So, I love Kira, I really do, she's the main character after all. HOWEVER, my blorbos for the series are definitely Lucent and Cairn, which is really funny if you have the knowledge I do (that knowledge being that Lucent has ice powers and Cairn has fire powers). Lucent was a character I originally made to rp with some friends without having to use my already established characters, because I was weird and had stupid hangups about sharing my work, and she's kind of become my punching bag OC of the series which is how I know she's one of my favorites. I love making her go through physical and emotional torment.

Cairn is just fun for me to think about conceptually, because he's a villain that really could have chosen redemption, and he almost does at quite a few different points in his life, but ultimately he succumbs to the cycle of abuse and gives in to that darker side of himself. Also the thought of this very inhuman-looking dude having a Tumblr is SO funny to me (he is canonically VERY internet-savvy).

4. What other pieces of media could share a fan base with your WIP?

Any number of media pieces tbh, but the biggest one would probably be Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which was a HUGE inspiration for this project.

5. What has been your biggest struggle while writing your WIP?

Writing the beginning of it. I've struggled so hard with it and I can never figure out what's holding me back, which annoys me. And the more I write the more I discover that when I have all the pieces to a story that I want to tell, the writing starts flowing eventually. But with this WIP I've just had to drag those first few chapters out kicking and screaming from my brain and I can tell something is missing, but I don't know what.

6. Are there any animals in your story?

Yes, there are. There's the Shade family dog, a golden retriever named Gary (who is, in fact, just my real dog inserted into the story), and there's also Lucent's "pet" Jannik, who is a ferret-like creature called a skitnik. Emily and Pickle are ranch kids so they have a ton of animals that sometimes get mentioned, but Gary and Jannik are more central to the plot than those animals are.

7. How do your characters get around?

All the normal ways you would get around in rural Wyoming in the 2010's (cars, horses, off-road vehicles, etc). And, of course, dimension jumping.

8. What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

I'm rewriting the first few chapters (again) to try and get them ready to post on AO3 because I've been churning out fanfiction nonstop because of how much the kudos and comments go to my head, so I want to see if putting my original works on AO3 would spur me on to work on them more.

9. What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

I think that the characters and the worldbuilding will be the major draws for people, cause I have a LOT of lore and a lot of fun characters to introduce and I think it'll be fun for people to explore.

#a heros call #tag game #thank you for the tag!

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lovelytsunoda · 2 years

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jetlag // esteban ocon

summary: estie bestie and y/n miss each other like hell. he’s just come back from a race weekend, and she’s gone to a hen week in another time zone

what time is it where you are, I miss you more than anything (...) you say good morning, when it's midnight. going out of my head alone in this bed. i wake up to your sunset, it's driving me mad, i miss you so bad.

dear sweet estie bestie knew that he was in love the moment that he saw her for the first time.

they met in normandy, she was the typical small town girl and he was the newly-minted city boy returning to his roots

hallmark movie waiting to happen

they dated for about a year and a half before he took her to brazil for the grand prix and proposed at the foot of the christ the redeemer statue that looks over rio de janeiro

eight months later and the wedding is drawing ever closer, set for the winter in st. tropez

and with that also comes the hen week: planned by y/n's friends with minor input from esteban and kept a total secret from y/n.

there was just one large problem with the planning

y/n was due to leave the day that estie came back from a race double header race weekend.

that's three weeks without them seeing each other in person, and suddenly estie didn't want to go back to paris. not if y/n wasn't going to be there.

they were already facetiming every day despite time zones.

"are you excited for your hen week, mon tresor?"

he's sitting in his hotel room, eating a room service breakfast. y/n is in the home office, finishing paperwork and looking over the last of the fabric samples for reception tablecloths. nobody told her that planning a wedding would be that difficult.

"as excited as i can be. monica still won't tell me anything. i miss you, though, esteban. i don't like knowing that you're coming home and i'm going to be in another time zone. it's like the roles are reversed this time."

"i miss you, cherie."

"i miss you too, estie. get home safe, okay? i'll see you next week. and i'm gonna call you so often that you get annoyed at me."

there's a purr from under the desk, where estie's cat was curled up against her ankles. y/n looks down, lifting the black cat onto her lap

"i think bijoux misses you more than i do." she laughs, scratching the cat behind the ears.

esteban wasn't prepared to come home to an empty apartment, that hasn't happened since he was single. bijoux nuzzled into his leg, and he sadly knelt down to pet the small cat

"guess it's just you and me, buddy."

y/n is halfway to hawaii already, monica finally told her where the hen week was going to be

she texts esteban almost as soon as the plane lands to tell him that she got there safely.

he calls her almost all the time, like the lovesick boy that he is

"enjoying the sand and sun, mon tresor?"

"its a hell of a lot better than rain in normandy. sorry for leaving you with those tablecloth samples."

"it's no biggie, cherie. but goddamn, i had no idea that there were this many different shade of pink."

"that's the last thing we need to do, so if you narrow it down to three and send me a picture, i'll help you decide."

"the house doesn't feel like home without you."

heart softens

"i know, amour. i'll be home soon."

"je t'aime, y/n."

"je t'aime, estie."

"y/n, are you on the phone with esteban again? this week is supposed to be about us!"

apologetic looks and reassuring smiles

"i know, monica. and i'm having so much fun with you guys. it's just been three weeks since i saw estie in person. i miss him like mad."

between nights of mixed drinks, karaoke and dancing under moonlight, she's sending texts to her fiancé, pictures of the big island, the occasional risqué mirror selfie

estie calls in the middle of one of their hikes, she's balancing on a large rock to try and get a signal so they can facetime

shes always happier after she's talked to esteban, to her bridal party's dismay

"tell esteban to stop interrupting our girl time!"

estie is filling his days with team meetings, workouts and media commitments, just biding his time until the love of his life comes back home

keeping himself distracted so that he can't think about how much he misses her.

she's doing the same thing, distracting herself with trips to the beach, romance novels and wilderness hikes up the side of a volcano

and then she's due to fly home.

estie is up early, driving his renault to the airport, a little sign in the backseat that reads "welcome home, mon tresor."

she gets off the plane, an entire horde of bridesmaids, the maid of honor and a few other girls that weren't in the wedding party but she felt it was important to have them with her in hawaii anyways

she's not the first one to see esteban, one of her bridesmaids is.

"hey y/n, isn't that esteban?"

she looks over and sees him there with the giant heart shaped sign on neon pink bristol board, and she practically launches herself at him, giggling as this linaky beanpole of a man picks her up and spins her around in the middle of arrivals

"i've missed you, mon tresor. did you enjoy hawaii?"

"i missed you more, babe. i can't wait to tell you all about it."

making out right in the middle of the arrivals section

raucous cheering from the bridal party

and a few wolf whistles

they barely leave the bedroom for the next three days

#estie bestie #esteban ocon x reader #formula one x reader #esteban ocon #f1 imagine #f1 headcanons

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