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strawberry seeds
☆ cw. fem-bodied reader, periods, reader is RLY sensitive, non-sexual baths (normalize this pls), not proofread
☆ pairings. bf! riki × f! reader
☆ genre. fluff, established relationship
☆ a.n. totally not making them have Mexican cuz I'm craving it...
with a sharp pain enveloping your lower abdomen, you painfully clutch onto the ice cold handle of the fridge, hissing at the feeling. you let out a deep breath to stop yourself from tearing up, utterly exhausted at the cramps you were experiencing. strangely enough, you always seemed to crave the sweet yet acidic taste of strawberries during that time of the month, explaining your out of the blue search for them now. barely gathering enough strength to pull the door open, you let out a sigh, eyes scanning the food items for a container of strawberries
as if the mood swings didn't add to your already sour mood, you feel yourself tear up subconsciously at the realization you'd run out of the sweet berries. you acknowledge the fact that you were most definitely being overdramatic but your oversensitivity prevented you from having a clear mind, allowing streaks of tears to roll down your cheeks
hearing your breath hitch and quiet sobs from the other room, riki's blood runs cold. immediately running in search of you, his eyes soften when they meet your bloodshot ones. sitting on the floor defeated, you look up at the boy with a pout, sniffing pitifully as he caresses your cheek
"what's wrong, angel?" he speaks softly as to not frighten you, bending down so he was just above your eye level, watching as you lean into his gentle touch
"w-we ran out of strawberries" you say between sniffs, looking up at the boy like a miserable child, only making him coo. seeing tears threatening to spill from your watery eyes, he cups your cheeks before pulling you into his warm embrace
"shhh shhh angel, angel, I've got you, beautiful" he whispers sweetly, catching onto your situation by your craving alone, knowing you all too well. your breathing slowly calms down, your once tense muscles relaxing at his soft touch
"that's a good girl~" he coos, sensing you were less tense. helping you up, he snakes a hand around your waist, supporting your weight as he led you to your room. sitting you against the headboard of your bed, he lays a blanket over you before disappearing for a moment, much to your dismay, coming back a few minutes later with a heat pack and his phone
pulling you onto his lap, he holds the heat pack against your abdomen, kissing down your neck softly to distract you from the pain
"how about I order us some strawberries from the market app? wouldn't want to leave my angel's side now would I?" his voice huskily whispers into your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. you let your eyes flutter shut as you relish in the sweet attention he was giving you, the heat of the pack he gave you helping with the waves of cramps
for a while you lay like that
in his arms as he whispers sweet nothing into your ear
on a particularly painful wave of cramps, you wince a little, muscles tensing once more. instantly noticing your distress, he slips you off his lap, laying you down as he rests his head on your stomach, placing sweet kisses on your abdomen. you giggle at the ticklish sensation, completely forgetting about the pain which only seems to die down at his ministrations
he smiles warmly hearing your sweet laugh, feeling a strong sense of pride that he was the reason behind it. he lays his head on your stomach, lulled slowly by the sound of your heartbeat when suddenly a growl snaps him out of his drowsiness
he looks up with a smile, ready to tease you but refraining when remembering your sensitive state. seeing you tense for the nth time at the noise, he cups your cheek, placing a gentle kiss on your lips
"is my angel hungry?" he coos sweetly, caressing your cheek softly
"what do you say about ordering some mexican and having strawberries after? how does that sound princess?" he whispers, not forgetting to kiss just below your jaw at his last word. you nod with a smile, subconsciously leaning into his touch
about to get up, your heart drops as you feel yourself flow as you stand. looking down from where you sat, tears well in your eyes at the red stain left behind
"I-I'm so sorry, ki" you almost sob, pointing pitifully at the once white sheets now painted red. looking down at your shorts didn't help either, also stained red as you leaked right through
he only smiles, unaffected at what seemed like the end of the world to you. he almost laughs at how adorably dramatic you were being, cupping your cheek sweetly
"it's okay my love. it's natural" he reassures you, gingerly pulling the sheets from their place, bunching it together before holding it in his arms nonchalantly
"see? it's nothing, beautiful" he takes your hand, guiding you down the hall, throwing the sheets in the wash before leading you to the bathroom
hands hooking the waistband of your shorts, he looks up at you expectanly, waiting for your consent
"may I?" he asks softly. at your word, he slips off your clothes before running warm water into the bath. he flashes you a warm smile as he pours a little bit of bubble solution in the water, only making you roll your eyes playfully at his antics. though, you couldn't deny that his actions never failed to put a smile on your face
massaging some shampoo into your scalp, he sang softly as your eyes struggled to stay open
"you're my angel, angel baby, angel~" he watches you with heart eyes as he sings, making you blush uncontrollably. washing away the shampoo, his hands leave your scalp momentarily as he grabs a pair of his undergarments and a pad for you, wrapping a towel around your figure before helping slip them on
"arms up" he states softly before slipping one of his clean shirts over your head. you smile softly as you distinctly smell his sweet scent against your skin. stepping back at your figure, totally engulfed by the mere size of his clothing on you, he chuckles at how adorable you looked, pulling you into a warm hug
"so beautiful" he whispers softly, kissing your damp hair as he pulls your head to his chest, not caring that his shirt was probably all wet by now
"i love you angel...and your strawberry obsession" he giggles, looking into your eyes with pure adoration
how you hated to ruin the moment but you knew he practically asked for it
"I may have an obsession but at least I don't microwave them" you tease, only bringing a look of utter shock to his face. you only giggle mischievously
"oh you're gonna get it, pretty girl" you see his tongue poking from the inside of his cheek, feigning annoyance as he nearly pounces on you, chasing your figure down the hall as you just miss his outreached grasp
"you'll never catch me nishimura~" you add fuel to the fire, teasing him further
"nishimura? why are you calling me by my government name?" he shouts with both shock and amusement. catching up to you instantly, he envelops you in his arms, holding your waist as his lips come up to your ear, breath tickling the skin below
"if you want my last name that bad, you could've just said so angel" he whispers into your ear, about to kiss down your neck when the doorbell rings, signaling the arrival of the grocery order, making you perk up
"saved by the strawberry!" you state matter-of-factly, only making him roll his eyes at the loss of contact
you were lucky he loved you
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a.n. had multiple asks regarding a period fic so I just combined them here. thank you for reading my loves ~
#enhypen#enhypen fluff#ni ki enhypen#niki fluff#niki x reader#niki x you#nishimura niki#enha x reader#enha imagines#ni ki
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A Life Ahead
Miguel O'Hara & Teenage mom! reader
WARNINGS: Mentions of teenage pregnancy, strictly Platonic relationships, Mild angst, fluff, pregnant cravings.
Requested here
Hope you like ❤️
Pregnancy. It was something you hadn't though much more later in your life, something you had contemplated once you had gone out of college (mostly out of your parents satisfaction) had a job and your own place to settle. Hormones and a dead beat teen as a dad had hindered all of your plans.
Round belly nested between your legs, hair damp, freshly combed out of the shower, a comfy set of clothings. A t-shirt that belonged to the guy that had promised to be there and was nowhere to be found now. Your mom had been initially livid, even going so far to give you the silent treatment for a while.
But after some days, she approached once she saw you in the verge of a breakdown. Of course you were scared, you had been growing a child inside you for the last four months, and the thought of you being a single mom now was just heart wrenching. You had absolutely no idea of what you were doing.
The nausea state had passed, instead the cravings came.
Going outside was a torture, the different smells of various foods only made your mouth salivate. To your dismay, your child demanded the weirdest food combinations, sweet corn with cherries, oreos with dipping cheese, and the most normal one, shredded spicy chicken, or how the neighbors had called it, Tinga.
It was like you could sniff it miles away. The only few cons about you being a teenage mom was that you spent mostly of the time alone, didn't see your mom until it was 9 pm. Thankfully you had a nurse in the building nice enough to clear all of your doubts and helped you out in case you needed anything.
The food your mom brought was always store bought, full of either salt that made your feet swollen, or stale. There was no in between. The torture just increased it's levels once you had noticed the next door neighbor's delicious food smells wafting through your window. It actually made you cry.
The closest thing you could find was a local Mexican restaurant a couple blocks away that served Tostadas de Tinga. They weren't as delicious as your neighbor's you were sure, but the taste was enough to fool the little baby that grew inside. But today's luck was over. The place had closed earlier due holidays and as desperate as you were, you could help but to go home.
Teary eyed, hormonal and so so hungry. You got into the elevator, A man, the biggest person you had seen so far in your short life had to duck a little to get in. His broad and hulking frame easily towered you, but of course you weren't paying attention to him right away, no, but at what was in his hands.
You pressed your floor's number and the doors closed. The smell, the all too familiar smell made you whip your head towards his hands.
"Uh... Excuse me?"
He looked down on you and arched an eyebrow.
"Yes?"
"Sorry to bother, Uh, I was wondering where would you get that?"
You pointed at the packaged food on his hands.
"I made it."
"Oh..." You now had found out who your neighbor was, he looked rather annoyed, "I see." Your eyes gazing to the juicy shredded pieces that nested within a plastic tupperware.
You just nodded as your elevator's door dinged and the elevator's door stopped. The little movement made your hand to grip at the side bar ad your other hand rested ontop of your belly, a little 'oof' as you did so. You walked your way out, so did he, finally noticing the little belly underneath your sweater.
His eyes widened slightly. How old exactly were you? Certainly not above 19 or even less. But you were young. So young, but he was none to judge.
"Hey."
Your head craned up to look at him, he had put a bag on the floor and untied the knot to give you one large tupperware full of what your stomach and child begged you for.
Your eyes swelled with tears almost instantly and he chuckled.
"I'll give you the Tupperware back once I'm finished. Thank you so much!"
You wiped your eyes with a smile. He just nodded with a little smirk on his face and entered his place.
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The man cooked like a god. Exaggerated comparison maybe, but the food tasted so homey, so flavorful, enough to just rail up and not overwhelm your senses. The container was full of your precious Tinga, a couple of tortillas and of course some packed jalapeños and chopped onions with coriander.
You scarfed it all down happily. Even saved something for later. You'd then wash up the tupperware and knocked on his door.
"Thank you. It was really good."
He took the container with a light chuckle.
"I know this might sound invasive but, could I have the recipe? I've tried other places but... they're kinda bland or too spiced. It's... It's OK if this is some sort of family recipe you rather keep a secret"
"Relax, kid. It's easier than it looks."
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You learned that his name was Miguel. That he worked at Alchemax, and he was above 40. Quite serious but that for some reason started to leave food on hour door after learning that you spent the whole day alone, cooking for yourself and just experiencing being a future mother.
He would leave small notes with the tupperwares
"Drink water." "Take your vitamins" "Don't eat that much jalapeños. Might irritate the baby."
It kinda made you wonder if he had any sort of family from his knowledge about pregnancy.
It kinda amused the quantity of different containers the man had.
On a particular evening you were up in the roof, crying and holding your belly. Your mom's stress levels were peak, and as usual, she would say things that shouldn't be said to a teen. Specially a teen mom. It had been two months exactly since Miguel started to look after you in the ways he could.
"¿Tas bien?" (You ok?)
You just wiped your eyes and stretched your back softly. You were six months going and sometimes the pains in your lower spine were too much, it hadn't help that your mom had yelled.
He took a swig from the beer he was holding and sat next to you. You sniffled.
"I know I fucked up." You'd mumble and he pursed his lips.
"Just everyone think they have the right to actually judge me for it. I even bet you thought the same when you saw me, people think I'm stupid, but I hear everything."
New tears shedded from your eyes.
"People's fucked up, kid. Everyone is a saint until someone else mess it up. Heard you fight your mom."
"She kicked me out."
"Nah. She didn't. Te lo aseguro. Puro coraje nada más. " (Promise, just pure anger)
"I don't know what you're saying, Miguel. but thanks I guess." The ends of your sweater was full of tears.
"Do you know when's the due date?"
"I don't know. Doctor said it was around the 20th of December. How fucking convenient." You laughed at the irony and he frowned.
"Don't say that. I know you have regrets, but taking it out on your baby won't help. They can hear you. Be kind to your child."
His words just sent a new fresh wave of tears spilling down your cheeks.
"I know it might be scary as fuck, but you'll do great. You're a good kid"
He patted softly your shoulders.
"Where's the dad?"
You shrugged
"In another state with a new girlfriend."
He frowned
"Is he old enough?"
"17. I know it was stupid, just-"
"Hey. Being pregnant is enough for you to just keep punishing yourself with your thoughts. Don't worry. You've got your mom's support."
A hand on your shoulder like saying You've got me.
He was a quiet man, barely expressed himself openly but definitely took care of those around him.
" Hospitals aren't that bad. I promise"
"How do you know so much about it?"
"It's something I'd rather not talk about."
The evening sun was settling, painting the skies in a pink, purple and orange shade.
"Have you though about names?"
You shook your head.
"I suck at it." He finished his beer and put his chin on his palm, nearly turning himself in The Thinker.
"Its a girl though. I mean, I don't know yet. "
"You have time to think of one. "
"Yeah, guess you're right. I just... wanna be grateful for all the things you have done for me. Like... Not even my deadbeat dad has done such things for me. I don't know if I'm sounding weird but... Im sure you're a good father."
You patted his arm softly to then rub your belly.
"Thanks kid. Means... means alot."
You smiled at him.
"I mean, you will be an hypothetical grandpa soon... so..."
He laughed briefly.
"I'm too young to be called grandpa, kid."
"Too bad. You'll be one"
"Let's get you inside. C'mon."
He helped you come down the stairs.
He'd give you a bowl full of tinga for yourself, since you had declined a baby shower.
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Your baby was born. And Miguel was there after you had given birth. A small little pink outfit was wrapped in a baby motif paper.
"Look at that" He seemed so natural at holding the baby, he would tell you about it, one day for sure. Right now everything was fine, just like he said it would be.
#miguel o'hara#Teen mom reader#Platonic relationship#dad miguel o'hara#Fluff#a bit of angst#pregnancy#atsv miguel#miguel atsv
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cuando caiga la luna. ノ⠀ ू ໋ ׅ ১
pairings : yandere!namor x mexican female reader.
summary : queen ramonda takes you hostage when she finds out you're namor's beloved. and let's just say, she found to regret that decision.
includes : soft yandere, kinda ooc namor ?? (i mean he kinda dark in the comics so idk), some aggression towards reader (not from namor's part), BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER SPOILERS!!
author's note : Y'ALL KNEW I HAD TO DO THIS Y'ALL KNEWWWW anyways yes, i am alive and yes, im gonna still write the reqs you sent. im just in a tenoch huerta mood k? and yes, this is (mainly) for my mexican girlies that may be lurking if so hi, let's be friends- anyways a lot of spanglish in the sense of going from spanish dialogue to english narrative but hey, no one can stop me so.
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“ please, let me go! you don't understand! ”
your cries are nonexistent for the queen of wakanda as she strolls to the center of her palace, where her throne sits, accompanied by her guards and riri williams, the scientist, who watches you from behind; feeling quite bad for you, even if your rumored god boyfriend is trying to kill her.
“ please, queen ramonda, let me go! please! ”
“ no. ” is the only answer she gives you but it encourages you into trying to make her understand, arriving in the room.
“ you don't get it-. ”
“ what could i possibly not get?! ” she abruptly turns around to face you, her guards stop walking and by the sudden stop, you fall to the ground, in your knees.
you sob as you raise your head. “ i don't want to go with him. ”
queen ramonda raises an eyebrow with a smirk.
“ and no. i don't find you dumb. ” you denied, knowing what she was thinking. “ but i need to explain before he... ”
you sob again.
riri walks to be next to queen ramonda, watching you with a confused gaze while the queen remains the same.
“ i don't love him. he keeps me hostage in his... kingdom. ” you try your best to explain in english, your words stumbling with one to another, the desperation is palpable. “ he has kept an eye on me since i was of age, watching me from afar until one day, he asked me to be his queen. ”
silence.
“ and when i refused, he burned the village i loved to the ground-. ” a sob interrupted you before the ugly cries took control of your body, your hands were the only thing stopping you from hitting the ground.
you missed queen ramonda's surprised gaze.
“ woah. the fuck? ” riri asks, pointing at you.
“ she's lying-. ” queen ramonda starts saying with a calm tone.
“ I'M NOT! ” you scream in frustration. you were tired of being ignored. you were tired of being his.
queen ramonda and riri watch you again.
“ i want to go home. ” you mumble. “ i miss my family. ” you shake your head, trying not to cry again, your eyes hurt. the whole thing, the moment, made you vulnerable. he warned you about that.
queen ramonda looks at you before she suddenly knelt to be in the same position as you were.
“ child. look at me. ”
you obey, your red eyes making her almost gasp.
“ what did he do to you? and be honest. ” the last part was whispered.
you sniff before answering. “ he took me. lost made me like one of them... he changed the poison. his people helped. ” venom laced your tone.
the memory of multiple strong people holding you still while namor forced your mouth open to drink that blue drink invaded your mind making you close your eyes for a few seconds.
“ why are you not one of them then? ” riri asks.
“ he changed it. ” you repeat. “ he changed it because it would've killed me. ” you scoff before chuckling with no humor behind it. “ it's surprising how worried he was of me dying... while he smiled at the screams of my family being killed. ”
you turn a hand into a fist.
the rollercoaster of emotions was enough to make you sick.
silence takes over the moment again.
“ then why are you stubborn about us letting you go? ”
“ because if you don't. ” you whisper before clearing your throat. “ i'm afraid he will kill you. ”
she scoffs. and just as she's about to answer, a loud sound could be heard.
you sob. “ he's here... ” you mutter, covering your face. “ i told you, i told you-. ”
“ stand back. ” queen ramonda orders to riri.
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namor walks out of the water, one of his best warrior stands in front of him. the amount of sounds block his ears from hearing your breathing, making him frustrated.
“ Kux in reina. ” namor speaks, looking around in hopes to catch you.
“ Yéetel Ramonda. ”
namor growls, slightly turning his head to the side when he suddenly raises his arm; wood destroyed at the impact of it. he turns, seeing a buff man's surprised gaze.
he hates to be distracted.
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meanwhile, riri helps you stand up, you grab her arm with your hand while the other covers your mouth. you are still trembling.
queen ramonda seems to be taking it all in. the destruction. the chaos. her people running far away from namor and his people.
you stopped sobbing from fear of him finding out where you were.
everything is silent between you two, the glass seemed to cover the faint sounds of screaming.
until you start to notice how close namor is.
you start to shake your head, taking steps backwards, riri stumbles with you.
“ h-hey, stop. ” she whispers, trying to calm you down but your gaze is trapped.
and when riri sees your mouth opening and your eyes wet, she turns.
and namor is standing in front of queen ramonda. his gaze is animalistic, almost like if fangs would grow at any moment, his heavy breathing scares you the most. because he is not tired. he is angry.
suddenly, something attacks him from behind making him loose his focus on you and your captors.
you turn to face riri. “ i have to give myself in. ”
she immediately shakes her head. “ no-. ”
“ more people will die- let me! ” you force yourself from her, making her keep a tight grip on you.
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after destroying that annoying ship shuri was in control of, namor turns towards you again.
he sees you battling with the scientist, trying to escape, while queen ramonda looks at him with mocking gaze.
he screams as he charges towards the three of you, his strong body bumping with the tough glass.
but, the glass starts to break with every hit so the queen walks back towards you and riri.
everything seemed to move in slow motion after that.
you trying to stop riri from holding you, queen ramonda trying to protect both of you and riri keeping you still with a hug.
a hug born from fear.
and just as you could push riri away, the glass breaks.
the impact of water hitting you made you dizzy and everything went black.
you feel like you're floating. small sounds of kids laughing and running around could be heard. chatting among adults while a fireplace is cracked.
a little smile appears in your lips as you see your parents, wearing their usual day to day clothes. you seem to now be able to walk.
your mother extends her arm towards you, as she usually did whenever she wanted a hug.
“ mi niña. ” she says with so much endearment you feel yourself growing close from crying.
“ mamá. ” you whisper with a sad melancholic tone, extending your hand as well.
when you touched her hand it felt nice. warm.
your mother smiles. “ te extrañamos tanto. ”
“ y yo a ustedes. ” you sob as you say that. and just as you were about to hug her. to touch her more. you see light coming from one side of the black room you're in. the water that was touching your feet moves aggressively.
“ tienes que regresar. ” she says making you turn to her.
“ no. no quiero. ”
your mother lets you go. you gasp.
“ no quiero ir, mamá, no me hagas esto. ” you whisper just as the water starts to drag you away.
“ ¡NO! ” you try to free yourself from the wet substance, trying to run towards your parents.
“ PELEA POR MÍ. ¡PELEA POR MÍ! ”
you breathe through your mouth, sitting up immediately as water leaves your lungs, and you start to cough.
cheering is heard from around you.
“ Le reina táan viva! ”
you look around, the people from talokan are surrounding you. you scoff before looking in front of you. there is a wide sea. and you feel quite uncomfortable.
your hands grab the ground and plays with it. seems to be sand.
“ mi amor. ”
you turn abruptly to your right side.
namor is sitting there, watching you with a smile.
“ estamos felices de que estés viva. ”
you keep your gaze in his. “ yo no. ”
he chuckles. “ pues yo sí. ” he stands up offering you his hand to which you ignore, standing up for yourself.
you stumble so he catches you, his grip tight; giving you the hint that he wasn't going to let you go.
“ la reina de wakanda es valiente. pero no inteligente. ” he suddenly says, making you remember what happened in the first place.
you give a small 'hmm' as a way to let him know you're listening.
“ raptarte es una cosa. ”
he grabs your arm and gracefully touches the small bruises riri's hand left you.
“ lastimarte... ” he whispers, jaw clenched before turning his back to you. you keep yourself in the same stance while he walks towards one of his warriors. “ eso es otra cosa que no puedo perdonar. ”
he grabs a box from the warrior's hands and walks to you again, his smile seemed brighter.
“ un regalo. como muestra de perdón por no haberte rescatado antes. ”
you rip the box open, tired of his dramatics.
but the sight made you gasp and throw it into the ground.
your back is towards everyone, as the sea waves barely touches the box material, hiding your traumatized gaze.
you tremble, your hand covering your mouth as you feel like vomiting the liquid in your stomach.
namor walks slowly towards you, hugging you from behind, his cold jewelry hitting your warm skin.
his head slightly hitting yours in a lovers embrace.
“ ahora ellos sabrán que a ti, nunca se te toca. ”
two hearts lay in the sand, the sea touching them before swallowing them whole.
he smiles, kissing your head with his eyes closed as he breathes your scent.
you are safe now, he thinks. you are safe.
the trembling it's because of the cold. the tears are of happiness.
now the both of you, along his people, have to return to talokan to prepare.
after all.
there's a war to win.
#namor x reader#namor x y/n#namor x you#namor imagine#tenoch huerta namor#namor marvel#namor#namor fanfiction
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(if you are accepting prompts!) what iffffff you wrote a soft gentle little fic in which Scully has a spectacularly unlovely head cold and after some grouching Mulder looks after her? There are so many moments of peril on x files that sometimes it’s nice when the enemy is just a simple rhinovirus, lol.
He doesn’t even attempt to make it himself. Calls ahead to Loeb’s with his order, which he accepts from a stylish young Mexican man whose name tag reads Pierre.
“A sheynem dank,” Mulder says, echoing the grandmother who called Samantha a shaineh maideleh.
Pierre nods. “Bitte, baby,” he says. “De nada.”
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Mulder clomps up her stairs with Puritan determination. He feels that since he did not cook the food himself he must exert some other effort for it. His soul is at eternal war with itself.
He doesn’t knock; lets himself in with the Home Depot key Scully had made for him around the time that Tooms wanted into her pants for all the wrong reasons. It sticks a little still, even after so many years. He’s rarely had to use it - when aren’t they together?
A hacking noise from her bedroom, something wet being coughed. Spat.
Mulder helps himself to a bowl, a plate, a spoon.
“I’b arbed,” she rasps from down the hall. “I’b a Federal Agent.”
“Don’t shoot,” Mulder calls back, hunting down a napkin. “I am a poor boy from a poor family.” Her mother wears Revlon and his wears Guerlain.
He tips some soup and two of the matzo balls into a bowl, wedges one of the challah rolls next to it. He puts the leftovers in the fridge.
Mulder carries the plate down the hall, the nearly-full bowl sloshing dangerously atop.
He enters Scully’s bedroom. She’s been upgrading over the past couple of years, replacing her IKEA basics with good secondhand finds in cherry and walnut. The candle she’s lit smells like white flowers with thick, creamy petals.
Scully is tucked into bed like an Austen heroine, all delicate pallor and genteel unhappiness. Her nose is pink-tipped and raw, hair in a ponytail. She’s wearing a gray sweatshirt instead of her usual pajamas.
Mulder sets the food down on her nightstand, next to a vase of dried roses and her Yaqui slide holster. A speed loader. There’s a well-framed Monet print over the bed.
Pat Conroy’s Beach Music is open face down on her lap, surrounded by crumpled tissues. She doesn’t look happy to see him, her purple-shadowed eyes narrowing a bit.
“Go away,” she says. Sneezes.
“Brought you some soup,” he says, unnecessarily. Points at it, also unnecessarily.
“Bulder,” she sniffs. “Go hobe. I don’t like being fussed over. I hab a cold, dot Ebola.”
“Too bad,” he says. “I’m going to. Do you have Vick’s Vapor Rub? You really should have Vick’s Vapor Rub.”
She closes her eyes. Pinches the bridge of her nose, centering herself. “It’s dot your fault I’b sick,” she says, looking back over at him after a moment.
“I dragged you into the woods again. You fell down a hole full of corpses! You’ve been in remission for like…twenty minutes.” He jabs the spoon at her.
She rolls her eyes. “You don’t get a cold frob being in the woods. Or frob being chilly. You get a cold frob a virus.”
He feigns outrage. “Excuse me, but are you contradicting noted excellent mother-slash-world-class-epidemiologist Doctor Teena Mulder MD?”
This sends Scully into a flurry of coughing. She swats at him in annoyance. “Ugh,” she says at last. “You see why I can’t hab you here, you’re a lousy durse.”
Mulder takes her hand, pale as a kid glove. He shoves the spoon into it, squeezes her fingers about the handle. “Eat the soup or I’m calling your mom. I’m calling BILL.”
She narrows her eyes again. “You wouldn’t.”
“I think you’re well aware that I’m capable of being overly dramatic when the wind is southerly and the fancy strikes.” He holds the plate before her like an offering to a goddess.
Scully considers him. “You did get us out ob the teabwork sebidar,” she observes. “Techdically.”
“I did,” he agrees.
“You bade be sing,” she adds. Reproachful.
He grins. “The angels all were singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and moon, Or curb a runaway young star or two.”
Scully looks at the spoon in her hand for the first time, as though wondering how it got there.
“Byron,” she says, a little smile. She picks up the roll, examines it. Peers at the soup. Sneezes again. “Mad, bad, and dangerous to know.”
“Caroline Lamb,”Mulder replies. He doesn’t point out that Caroline Lamb had been Byron’s lover, that she’d sent him a clipping of her pubic hair in the mail. He certainly doesn’t think of the juncture between Scully’s thighs at all, whether it matches the drapes, whether it tastes like kettle corn and Vineyard whitecaps in July. Lobster rolls and saltwater taffy.
He’d meant it, about the sleeping bag. He wishes there had been a sleeping bag and he is so, so grateful there was no sleeping bag.
Scully sniffles again, defeated. “You got be batzo ball soup?”
He thumbs an escaped tendril of hair back from the sweep of her extraordinary cheekbone.
“I did,” he murmurs back. He sets the plate down between them. He peels the roll open, yeasty and fragrant, and dunks it into the golden broth.
He raises it to her mouth.
Scully sucks at it, draws it past her lips. She bites. Chews, swallows. She holds his eyes with hers. She catches an escaped droplet with her tongue.
“Good,” she mumbles. Watches him dip the dry part back into the bowl. “Thank you.”
He feeds her another bite. Her mouth opens like a snapdragon, like an oyster in the tide. She drops her gaze this time. Her guard.
They complete the entire roll this way, and one matzo ball. Silent, slurpy. Scully’s lids droop, her lashes brushing her cheeks.
“Sleepy,” she mumbles, curling onto her side. Her paperback falls to the floor.
Mulder returns the food to the night table. He strokes her hair until she’s out cold, snoring a little. He curls into the bed as well, his nose to hers. He touches her philtrum with his pointer finger. He traces the tender pink whelk of her ear.
They sleep for hours until she coughs awake, gasping, her thin chest heaving. Mulder rubs circles between her scapulae.
“Go hobe,” she says, knees drawn, leaning against his chest. “You deed to sleep.”
He puts his arms around her, drops a kiss on her tangled head. “Okay,” he agrees.
She’s out again in moments. He holds her upright until he drifts off as well.
They sleep until morning. He feeds her soup for breakfast, calls into work with a case of Ebola.
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ghost brigade // pato o’ward
summary: a walk with rocky and norbi turns into an hour spent looking at halloween decorations (and getting the crap scared out of them with animatronic spiders)
pairing: pato o'ward x female reader
warnings: 90% fluff, 10% plot. alludes to the fact that our secy couple spent the night before enjoying each other's company without any clothes on, a few jumpscares, lewis the target pumpkin, shitty ending, dorks in love.
her light snores carried as y/n burrowed further under the blankets, a chill rolling in from the open window. pato's side of the bed was warm, but his body no longer rested next to hers. he looked over fondly from the dresser, pulling a hoodie over his head and mussing his hair slightly.
he could hear claws scraping against hardwood outside the room as rocky came bounding towards the closed bedroom door. the german shepherd barked, and pato quickly opened the door, kneeling down to try and soothe the canine.
"rocky, clam down, boy. y/n is still sleeping." pato whispered, scratching rocky behind the ears. "let me go wake her up gently, okay?"
pato stepped towards the queen sized bed, wincing when he stepped on the clasp of her bra, the article still strewn across the floor from what they had done the night before. the mexican blanket was pulled over her shoulders, only the top of her head peeking out as she slept.
rocky barked again, lumbering over to the bed and resting a paw on her shrouded form.
"pato." she whined, still half asleep, and likely unaware of what she was saying. "can you take rocky outside? i just want ten more minutes."
pato chuckled, moving to sit on the bed next to her.. he combed her hair out of her face, gently kissing the side of her head. "hermosa." he hummed. "pretty girl, love of my life. good morning, sweetheart."
the words were an echo of those exchanged the night prior, foreheads pressed together and patricio buried deep inside of her: "you're doing so good for me, pretty girl. just breathe for me, corazon."
she scrunched her face up, rolling onto her back. "ten more minutes." she whined, before rocky jumped onto the bed, rough tongue licking at her face. "okay, fine! i'm up!"
pato chuckled, kissing her forehead. “good morning, corazon. how did you sleep.”
“like a stone. you must have really tired me out last night.” she winked, pulling her camisole up to cover the hickeys dotting the tops of her breasts.
next to the bed, rocky barked, placing a paw on top of her hand.
“okay, buddy. we get it. let me get dressed, and then we’ll take you outside, okay?”
rocky nodded his head, but the only word he had understood was outside. the german shepherd pranced out of the room, no doubt going to wake norbi, who was probably still asleep in his bed.
“go take the dogs outside, I’ll be out in a minute once i get dressed.” she hummed, leaning in to kiss her boyfriend. “i love you.”
“te amo.” pato grinned, kissing her forehead. “pit stop at starbucks for coffee and croissants?”
“always.”
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half an hour and one starbucks trip later, they were on the move, sun rising over the horizon as they warmed their hands with coffee cups. the couple were dressed in almost identical cable knit sweaters, her head resting on his shoulder as they paused to let norbi sniff the pile of leaves next to a fire hydrant.
“hey, y/n, look at that haunted house.” patricio pointed down a side street. “wanna go look at the decorations?”
“lead the way, casanova.” she giggled
norbi went down the new street with vigour, sniffing everything in sight, whereas rocky was more apprehensive as he took in the plastic decorations around him.
“pato, look! it’s lewis!” she laughed, reaching for the skeletal pumpkin animatronic.
“i am not a jack-o-lantern. i am lewis!” y/n and pato chorused in time with the animatronic, bursting out into gleeful giggles.
norbi nudged her leg, and y/n cooed as she lifted the corgi into her arms. “oh, poor norbi. are you scared, baby?”
norbi whined, rubbing his nose into her sweater. she chuckled, kissing the dog behind the ears.
“lewis can’t hurt you, buddy.” pato laughed, rubbing norbis head. “do you want me to take your cup?”
she nodded, passing over the remainder of her hot chocolate. “what’s left is mostly whipped cream, i think.”
“you can’t keep carrying norbi. you spoil him too much.”
y/n shook him off, continuing down the sidewalk. “hell jump out of my arms when he’s ready. he doesn’t like the animatronics.”
sure enough, when the couple were four houses down and lewis the pumpkin was out of sight (with a promise from patricio to buy one for the house they shared), norbi jumped out of her arms and back to the sidewalk, rushing to catch up with rocky.
she took her drink back from pato, gently kissing him on the cheek before pointing out an inflatable black cat on one of the lawns they passed. (don't let rocky see that, or we'll be buying them a new one, pato had joked.)
the couple enjoyed their morning like that, walking around and taking in all the decorations, activating animatronics to startle each other. the dogs were enjoying themselves too, being doted on and preened by small children who were walking past with their parents.
they continued walking, until rocky's paw tripped a pedal switch. all at once, from underneath a pile of leaves, a large black fuzzy spider came springing towards them. rock howled in shock as norbi jumped back.
taking pato off guard, rocky went running, and, well, took pato with him. pato swore in spanish, being yanked off his feet and dragged headfirst into a pile of leaves, dropping both coffee cups to the sidewalk.
concerned, rocky ambled over to pato, leash dragging behind him as he licked at the driver's face. y/n was laughing, fumbling her phone out of her pocket to take a picture of her lover splayed against the leaves.
"babe," he whined, on the verge of laughing himself. "this is so not funny."
"it is so fucking funny." she giggled, blowing him a kiss. "laugh it off, babe. they're just leaves."
pato extended a hand. "help me up?"
"sure" she smiled softly, slipping her hand into his.
with a wicked grin, pato yanked hard, pulling her into the leaves with him. she squealed in surprise, giggling as she playfully smacked pato in the chest.
"i love you, you idiot."
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Transformation Letter: Carlos
Hola I'm Carlos. Sorry ma English is shit. Havin a good and honest job as gardener. I like it. But in my stuff I found a weird company, transmu something. Sayin they can change ma body and mind into anyone, any types of dudes at will for an unspecified amont of time. WTF amigo ? What is this contract ?.... These days I feel strange... Am I changing again ?
The past month has been a wild ride for you. You did notice that something was off, but being a simple gardener, you had a hard time understanding what it was exactly that was different from your former life. Only when you found the aforementioned contract you got the idea that, maybe, you have not always been a Mexican gardener.
It doesn't matter much! You enjoy your good and honest job as a gardener so much, you don't have the desire to become someone else. Sure, you are not exactly clever so even the easiest intellectual challenges of life prove pretty difficult. And sure, you are always so horny you often need to take breaks at work to jerk off into a nearby foliage. But that's just what a real man is like, right?
Still, you do have an increasingly strange feeling lately like a calm before the stone. Something is going to change again.
It begins one summer evening when you are walking home from the job. You are very horny this evening, which isn't that unusual. Your cock is half-hard the whole time and rubs pleasantly against your dirty work shorts. From time to time, you adjust yourself while walking, enjoying the pleasurable shivers that run down your massive length when you touch your ample cock.
Just as you have finished touching yourself and raise your hand to your nose to sniff it, an attractive guy you had barely noticed suddenly calls out to you:
"Hey. Are you doing anything this evening?"
Even for you, his intention is pretty obvious. The guy is clearly checking you out, his eyes wandering up and down your sweaty body before lingering on your crotch for a few seconds.
"Uh, no." You answer with a bit of confusion. It's rare for anyone to address you directly like that, since you're still an imposing and slightly intimidating figure to most people. "Why you ask", you add in your broken English.
"Good. I'm in need for some company." the man replies and looks at you expectantly. When you hesitate (because you're not quite sure you understood the guy correctly), he adds a rather more direct: "Do you want to fuck?"
You smile brightly. While you are constantly horny, you actually don't get real action too often, perhaps of your strong body smell or your intimidating presence. So, you answer "Of course!"
Without a word, the guy begins to lead you into an alley, and you follow him happily. When you turn around the corner, the stranger turns towards you, puts a hand on your shoulder and kisses you passionately.
He is clearly not bothered by your musky stench, since he presses his body against yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth.
After a few minutes of heated making out, the man finally pulls down his pants and exposes his erect cock. "Come on, suck it!" He commands, and you are happy to comply.
Your large hand grabs his shaft, and he shudders under your grip, while you lower your head and take him deep into your throat. After years of using your mouth to eat burritos, ramming a cock down your throat is hardly a problem.
As you move your tongue around the man's dick, the stranger seems to be overwhelmed and moans audibly.
"God, your mouth is so hot!" he comments, and, in response, you increase the tempo, letting him slide out until only the glans is in your mouth and then swallow him down again. Before he gets too excited however, he pushes your head away and turns around, now presenting his ass to you.
"Come on, fuck me!"
Your cock is rock-hard and eager, so, you just spit in your hand and slather your length with the makeshift lubricant. Then, you place a hand on his hips and push into the guy, who is already waiting for your thick cock.
"Fuck, man! You're huge! Fuck, yeah, harder, please!" He moans loudly.
You are happy to give him what he wants and start slamming your length into him. You can feel him shuddering under every thrust. He is moaning and grunting in equal measure, occasionally calling out: "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
You are in no position to deny him that wish, so you ram your massive tool into his hole again and again.
The man is clearly not used to the rough treatment, but he seems to like it, nonetheless.
Suddenly, his cock twitches and he spurts his cum all over the pavement. That sight brings you over the edge as well, and you slam your length into him once more, burying it to the hilt as you pump a large load of jizz deep into the man's bowels.
You take a step back and pull out, letting the man catch his breath.
"Wow, that was intense." he says once he managed to do so. He pulls up his pants and looks around as if to check if someone saw him. Then, he reaches for his wallet and pulls out some dollar bills which he puts into your hand. "Thank you.", he adds and walks away without further comment, lighting a cigarette on the way.
You stare at the money in your hand confusedly. Did he just pay you? What for? Wasn't that a free exchange between men?
Whatever. You shrug and put the money into your pocket, ready to head home.
However, when you step out of the alley, you are confused again immediately. Where are you? You don't seem to recognize the part of the city you're in. In fact, you're not even quite sure it is the same city anymore. The architecture looks unfamiliar.
As you walk around and try to orientate yourself, you start to notice more and more changes around you, as your mind slowly begins to get sharper and sharper. It's not just that this is obviously another city, you begin to think that this is another country altogether. The license plates on the cars around you are looking unfamiliar, as is the language on the street signs. The streets are pretty clean, which means you're in a better part of a city.
You shiver a bit, which causes you to look down surprised. Usually, you never feel cold. Your muscular body produces so much heat that you're able to work shirtless through winter.
To your surprise, your skin is a pale white now. And not only that. Where before a dense pelt of hair had covered your gardener body, you can see the last bit of body hair disappearing as you watch, leaving you smooth and well-groomed. You touch your face in disbelief and notice that there, too, your unkempt beard disappears into increasingly smooth skin, with only the slightest bit of stubble confirming that you are still male.
Following the sudden fear, you could be changing genders, your hand shoots into your underwear, but to your relief, you quickly confirm that your male anatomy is still where it's supposed to be. It seems somewhat smaller though, not the chubby club that you are used to carry around in your pants, but still a far way from being "small".
The same can be said for your muscles. Gone are the mountains of meat that you used to pack on your frame, replaced by a toned and fit body, sculpted through the occasional gym session or swimming in the pool.
You shake your head. Knowledge seems to invade your mind. Even though you are not in the United States anymore and you feel it's not your native tongue, your English gets better and better. Of course, it's not the English you would be using on the street every day, it's a learned language for you now, something you learned in school and university, in the Business English course. Yes, you have gone to university, in fact, you are enrolled there right now.
The street signs around you start making more sense now, as another language, your primary language manifests in your expanding mind. Of course, you can read everything, it's in German after all. You are studying Business Administration at Frankfurt University. It all falls into place now.
As your clothes re-form and become a set of black leather clothes, complete with an open jacket exposing your bare chest in the middle, the last bit of fog in your mind dissolves. Your name is Karl, and you are indeed a university student here in Frankfurt. However, studying and living in Germany isn't cheap, so you have started to earn some money in the evenings by selling your body. Being blessed by good genetics, you are naturally beautiful, and there are lots of lonely men paying handsomely for the chance to ride your cock or to use your juicy behind that you present in your tight leather pants. With your dyed blonde hair and your charming smile, you manage to earn more than enough to make a fine living - even after taxes, since you of course declared your business properly with the authorities.
You look around the night streets of Frankfurt. Time for Karl to find another client!
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THIS SHIT TASTE LIKE CARDBOARD…
Paring- Sanemi x Mexican!reader
A/n- Lowkey struggled trying to decide which candies I should put in here, so I just ended up putting in my favorites.
“Sanemi!!,” you yelled from the living room. “What do you want!? I’m in the middle of pissing!,” your lover shouted back.
“Come here, I need you for something!” You scooted the large box of sweets out onto the living room floor, and grabbed the box cutter off a nearby shelf and gently running the blade across the tape which sealed the box.
“This better be important, otherwise I just speed-pissed for nothing,” he slumps down on the couch. “Here, try this!” you beam, as you hand him a tiny circular candy. “What the fuck is this?” He grabs the candy out of your grasp— studying it with extreme precision.
“It’s called a Mazapán! It’s basically just peanuts mixed with powdered sugar.” He pulls back the wrapper and opens it, before giving it a tiny sniff as his face contorts into a look of disgust and uncertainty, “I love you [Y/N], but there’s no fucking way I’m eating this.”
“Aww c’mon ‘Nemi! Just a tiny little nibble?” You begged. “No way, either you give me another candy or I leave.” He countered. “Ugh, fine,” you snatch the candy from Sanemi’s hands and eat it, because of course, you kew better than to let a perfectly good candy go to waste. “You’re fine with spicy stuff, right?” You ask as you rummage into the bottom of the box. “Usually, yeah. But if it’s that giant ass lollipop with all the layers then no.”
“First of all, they’re called Rockaletas and they’re delicious! But you’re just too closed minded to appreciate them!” He simply rolled his eyes and quietly waited for the next candy. “Ooh, now we’re getting to the good stuff! These were my absolute favorites growing up, so you better like them!” You rise from your spot on the floor and take a seat on Sanemi’s lap and place the two candies in his hand.
“Hm..and exactly which one of these is the spicy one?” He asks. “The first one, it’s called a Lucas Muecas. It’s a lollipop stick that comes with some spicy powder.” He grimaces. You were always into the weirdest shit, weren’t you? He removes the wrapping and the lid, which simultaneously had the lollipop on it. He takes a lick of the lollipop and gently gives a nod of approval.
“See? I told you it was good, but now you need to try it with the powder.” You take the candy from him and place the lollipop back inside the container, before shaking it a few times so the powder sticks to it. You gently remove the now coated lollipop, and hand it back to Sanemi.
He gives it a brief sniff, before popping it back in his mouth. His eyes immediately light up when the spice hits his taste buds, this stupid candy was the perfect combination of sweet and spicy! “Woah, I don’t know what the fuck you guys do to your candy— but if it makes the candy like THIS, then you guys better keep doing it!” He praises, and you chuckle.
“Well I hope you saved some room for the last one, cause it’s my all time favorite!” You reach over and grabbed the last candy of the night, which was none other than..a BubuLubu! You rip open the rapper and bite off the top half, you then take off the rapper completely and give the bottom half to Sanemi. He nonchalantly places the whole thing in his mouth and chews it for a few seconds, but his calm attitude quickly disappears once he tastes the strawberry jam. He quickly grabs the nearby trash can and spits it out.
“That shit tastes like fucking cardboard!!”
𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐱𝐱𝐲. 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐘, 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄, 𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌.
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I am now addicted to hearing about your sillies, what’s the goofiest reaction a snake has ever had to food it didn’t like?
Ooh, what a fun question!
I've talked about Bentley the boa constrictor's pickiness on here before, he's hilarious. Something about the smell of quail makes him so upset. He has literally spit out his rats before if he smells another snake getting quail.
Miriam the ball python - will happily eat solid white rats or solid black rats, but no bi-colored ones. Will just sit there and sniff it all night. Something about the way she does it is just very judgemental
Ed the Mexican black kingsnake - the pickiest kingsnake I've ever met, ever. Tried to give him a piece of raw chicken once and he spent an hour just circling it warily.
Fucking Fred the ball python: actually, legitimately wags his tail when I offer him a rat and he's not in the mood. I say "wag" because it's way too slow to look like a proper tail rattle. He only does this when he doesn't want to eat and he wants to make that very clear. He's one of like five ball pythons I've ever met who do that, it's very silly.
And honorable mention for a food-related goof-up:
Stede the Trans Pecos ratsnake: once traumatized himself by shooting right past his mouse trying to strike it, he bonked his nose into a climbing branch and he still refuses to eat on that side of the enclosure.
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And my man, thank you to my man 😝💖👨🏿❤️👨🏾
Miles happily smiles as he received a bouquet of Sunflowers, stuffed patched up teddy bear with markers drawn on it, and Jamaican take out for his lunch. The 18 year old saw his two friends looking at the gifts, while they decided to eat outside of the cafeteria. A nice change in location, to enjoy the view of Miguel's world.
Gwen: What's all of this? -one hand on her hip, she placed her tray of Mexican take out down on the table-
Pav nodded having his Chinese take out for lunch, he's so hungry he shove noodles into his mouth then spoke: Yeah?
Miles playfully said: They're gifts! -he sniff the bouquet of flowers loving the scent- They smell so fresh!🥰
Gwen: Let me guess, Hobie?
Miles nodded his head very fast with excitement: You know, he likes to spoil me. ☺️ -he couldn't help but snuggle his teddy bear- He made this for me! Isn't that cute?
Pav sips his soda: Whoa, he did! Wow, what did you get him?
Miles: My love! -He laughs playfully- I should, huh? Let me think... hmm🤔
Gwen: It should be something functional. It's the best way to use the gift.
Pav: or romantic!
Miles snaps his fingers: I know! I can get him a new guitar pick with our names on it! 🥰
Gwen: That is a great gift.
Hobie appears with his arms wrapping behind Mies' shoulder: Gift? What gift? -He kisses Miles' cheek- Aye, luv. Love your gifts?
Miles smiles widely showing off his teeth: Yes, bae! The bear is so cute! -He gave many kisses on his boyfriend's cheeks, and his hand caressing Hobie's arms- I love'em! 😘
Hobie smiles widely: I'm glad. You know, you don't have to give me nothing, dear.
Miles pouts: But I should. You're my man!
Hobie's face flustered: That's enough for me. 🥰
Pav giggles: Awwwweeeee.
Gwen: What if Miles' want to give you something to show that he loves you as much as you do.
Hobie: Oh he can never love me as much as I love him. -He sits besides his boyfriend, then lowly said- I would conquer the world for him!
Miles hearts flutter: Awe, I know you would! -he hugs his boyfriend with his arms around Hobie's neck- And you would make me a God?
Hobie grins widely: Of course, luv! I would make everyone worship you!
Gwen: Sounds like fascism...
Pav: Yeah! Wouldn't that go against what you believe in, Hobs?
Hobie chuckles lowly almost a bit amusing: Heh, funny, ain't it. It will be different because it will be my Sunflower! And everyone would get to worship my darling! -He playfully tap his boyfriend's nose- He's too precious!😌
Miles snuggles against: Love you, baby! 🥰😍
Hobie: Love you, darling. 😘 Oh I almost forgot -he handed Miles' his favorite soda, OK Kola Champagne- I forgot to give you this!
Miles gladly took his drink with his eyes widen: No way, bae! How did you get this? The Cafeteria doesn't sell this! 😲 -He grew up with this soda, one of his favorites. His mom would buy them in glass bottles and they would always drink together as a way of bonding. He opens the can hearing a small hiss then sips- Mmm, so good!
Gwen looks at Hobie, who's already pink: Man, you gotta stop spoiling him!
Pav chuckles: Damn, I'm not even like that with Gayatri... maybe I should be 🤔
Miles giggles having to share his lunch with his boyfriend, he offers him to try the soda: Here, have a sip. -he watches Hobie taking a sip then shrugs- Too sweet?
Hobie: You know me, luv. I rather drink ale than a Pop... -He use to drink a lot of beer before meeting Miles. Now, he rarely drinks it.- But this isn't bad.
Miles wraps his arms around Hobie's left arm, his head snuggling against him. Hobie's body turns red with magazine words of love and hearts: Well, I still need you to try Pegao and other Puerto Rican snacks.
Gwen only eats as she listen to the couple then asked: What's Peg-Ow?
Pav burst out laughing: Gwen, what?
Miles: Pegao? It''s crispy rice. It's so good. Dominicans call it Concón.
Hobie said with a smile on his face: I'll try anything for you, Sunflower.
Miles: I know, you will, baby! Mwah! -he kisses Hobie's lips-
Gwen: Oh brother, here they go again. -The lovey dovey sometimes be too much for her-
Pav: They are here for the long run!
Hobie: For sure!
Miles turns to his friend: Yeah, he's my baby!
Gwen turns to Pav: And he will be the first one to proudly let everyone.
Pav: Miles would give a whole speech about Hobie!
Hobie smiles widely hearing his boyfriend: I would! I would like to thank my bae for these gifts and lunch -then chuckles- And my man, thank you to my man! -he playfully stuck his tongue out while hugging his boyfriend-
Hobie could only chuckles having to put Miles on his lap: Amazing speech, luv! 🥰 It's the best one I heard!
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Peoole acting like trump being in office again will automatically lightning bolt vampire open curtains all trans people into a big pile of ash blown away in the wind no stupid he hates mexicans and blacks it'll be worse for us not you and even then how good is it now? That 99% hitler and 100% hitler and not voting gets you double hitler and some people are still fighting for their lives justifying still voting and begging people to vote cause now trans people are the biiiig vulnerable group and uhhh actively being genocided like.. Okay. Mega hitlers mad at you okay. Not that things are peachy keep for you butttt. A country built exclusively on, race based genocides. Slavery.. Black and brown people overseas are being genocided. Slsvery... Black people in your own country are being killed as a result of the reverberations of those genocides. [Coughs] slavery. Exploited 3rd world labor. The cogs and wires in place. The american justyce system. Jim crow was not about you. Yes even if you're irish. Being transgender is a random chance and yes it is important that you are safe or what fucking ever cause dying and being killed sucks but being colored is genetic. CONCRETE. Passed directly from parent to child. Irrefutable, and can't truly be hidden. there are genes that, push come to shove, in an evil world, and we do live in an evil world, people want those genes extinct. And will try to make extonct. Have tried to make extinct. And theres proof of that, there is a very old history in the us of trying to eradicate us. Surgeons love to sterilize black women. Always have. My aunt was sterilized after her third child and not to put all my business out here but even though she wasnt sterilized the reproductive care my mother recieved (Healthcarr in general. Not elaborating.) Was um not good and she became infertile after having me. Cause they dont care cause they love less black people. And they love less trans people too. But nowhere near to this scale and extent and with such historical practice. And you as a white goyish trans person will never have to worry about that.. You will never have to deal with nor be the result of the gerations worth of this shit, nor the whole "lighten the race" shit that once a family gets a taste for is impossible for the generations it makes to recover from I mean look at me I'm all fucked up. And it's evil but I must reiterate the world is beyond evil. & their children never will never truly be safe because the people who want you genocided can sniff out a fucking drop of n*gga blood if they want to. I look like nothing and still get clocked. Same goes for any race theyve decided to turn towards. But there is no transgender phenotype.. strange! If they start rounding people up to kill I guarantee it will not be you unless you have that drop of blood in you in whoch case- congrstulations now be smart. Because you people really do not understand that a racist may see you as a freak and want to kill you because they're inclined to kill people they hate but we to them aren't even fucking people we are pests & god forbid you be trans while colored. But no trumps not gonna do a single thing differently from what already fucking exists and hopefully itll all be over soon anyway lord willing & god bless
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Never let Charles get the medicine (THSC TCWCTS Au)
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*Henry was sick and his friends were in his house taking care of him*
*everyone was watching the famous Netflix Series "The Captured Angel" (which it was 59% not related to @capturecharlesau 's Au :> ) While Charles was buying some medicine for Henry*
Ellie: *watching the scene where all animals are crying like crazy because of the shark* Damn, that evil shark really made all those poor animals cry... And he even blamed the bat for releasing the evil snake when it was actually his fault...
Henry: *coughs* I agree... He will absolutely be expelled until season 2 comes... *Sniff*
Binta: *comes with a bowl of soup* here's an Mexican chicken soup, hen, it's a bit spicy but it'll help you with your throat..
Dave: and have some tea as well.
Henry: thanks guys...
Rupert: *looks at the clock* Damn it Charles went to get some medicine and he hasn't returned! It's been 3 hours!
Victoria: hey! Patience! He'll be back at any time!
Johnny: Yeah Rupert, try to be a bit patience.
Rupert: ... Fine.
*Then they change to the TV News*
Alice Hamilton(TV): Good afternoon, everyone, there has been some breaking news recently, 500 dangerously poisonous snakes have escaped for Stick City's International Zoo.
Johnny: Damn... I hope the Zoo Keepers can fix this before someone gets killed.
Binta: hey, it'll be fine, as long as nobody gets close to-
Alice Hamilton(TV): Wait a minute! Is that the son of the General Hubert Galeforce??
*The Cameraman suddenly switches to the area where the 500 poison snakes are located, and they see Charles heading straight to the snakes, everyone is screaming at him to move away, but he doesn't listen because he's hearing music with his headphones*
Ellie/Henry: CHARLES!!
Binta: A LA MADRE!!
Victoria: MY LOVE!!
Dave: CHARLES NOO!!
Johnny: OH SHIT!!
Rupert: ... I'm not gonna miss him when he gets killed...
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I had no inspiration to draw this but here are my THSC character's designs:
They're from a old comic I completely forgot :')
#the henry stickmin collection#henry stickmin collection#henry stickmin au#au#henry stickmin#ellie rose#charles calvin#rupert price#dave panpa#johnny panzer#Victoria grit#thsc binta Spencer#thsc toppatclanwithchaostheshow!au#toppat clan with chaos the show au
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CAN WE HEAR ABT WTF IS IN RAVEN'S RED VIAL?? IM SO CURIOUS AND DONT HAVE A SINGLE CLUE
OH!!! YES!!! TOTALLY!!!!!
raven actually unlatches the top and lets kyle give it a whiff in part three of the ravesey hate which, yes being that close to raven's lip and neck gave jersey kyle mental problems ( in additon to the other ones ) also omg so much happens in p3. i will write p2 today ( i'll try to be more eloquent and thorough than last time ), also if someone could send me an ask so i have a place to put it that would be grand.
but yes...*cracks knuckles* The Vial. <3
if we can recall, the vial thing looks like this. it's just on a big silver chain, it's a heart shaped glass vial, that is giving mysterious sexy ~vampire~ energies me thinks. the liquid in it is...Crimson, of course.
and raven seems to...Sniff it? when he is stressed?
okay, weird king? go off?? to the mental hospital? shdlkshd lmaooo
tbh, it's actually not that exciting; so sorry to let y'all down. also, i accidentally bumbled and fumbled ( yes, i do fumble things besides women, smh ) that info and in an ask about what raven and jersey smell like, i fucking...talked about the vial. like OOOF! after chap one came out, really earlier before i made the vial mysterious.
but the red vial...
...is eucalyptus scented essential oil dyed w/ red food coloring.
which, sounds really weird bc wtf???? but it's because, like most mexican moms, sharon was convinced that vicks vaporub solved all the worlds problems LMAO like she used to slather stan and shelley with vicks vaporub. they were tearing up 25/8. stan would have a SKINNED KNEE and sharon would whip the jar out like oH MY GOD MAMA NOT THE VAPORU!! like stan would RUUUUUN loooooool
but...now that shes gone...on really bad days, when locks his door and cries in his room and feels seven years old again, all he wants is his mom singing something lightly in spanish and rubbing vicks vaporub on his back & making everything better again...I AM FUCKING SAD.
but yeah, the smell just calms him down when he's having a Stannic Attack and he has a lot of them because he's not good at being a celebrity and he has really severe ptsd. so yeah! The Vial! haha.
also the tiny pill kenny gave jimmy to give to ravenstan...
...was a Xanax lmaooooo.
-uncle nina, producer of mediocre lore
p.s. speaking of mediocre lore involving sharon, sharon also was supersitious and spiritual growing up
( it was a whole thing where the town of sp was calling sharon a witch which was super racist and misogynistic! people fear what they don't understand!! also wow super cool guys!! the one latina woman!!! that's where ur gonna throw all ur bigoted hate! anyways one time in the grocery store, linda stotch accused sharon and stan of her and her d*ughter cursing sp w/ witchcraft" and sharon SMACKED! her and was like Maybe I Am A Bruja But At Least I'm Not A Bitch! and then was like come on stan, we're leaving. and before she left she went *boo!* and linda stotch screamed lollll...ICON BEHAVIOR!!!! like not only did she crack the Hell out of linda but she validated stans gender identity and used his name :’)
anyways she used to read tarot all the time and stan thought she was just being kind of insane...but now that he misses her...he also does consult the cards often...he also reads all the cd boys tarot <3 )
#rm spoiler#this was not my finest work#but i hope this makes sense#yes this makes me super sad like ohhhh my god#when i tell you ravenstan loves sharon like its so :(((#he dedicates like all his songs to her especially the unplugged aucoustic covers in spanish n blows the air a kiss i hate my life so bad#the chinga madre vaporu smh#BUT IF STAN COULD GO BACK#JUST ONE MORE TIME#N HAVE SHARON SMEAR VICKS ALL OVER HIS SHOULDER AND SING TO HIM AND RUB CIRCLES ON HIS BACK#OOOOOOUGH IM DEPRESSED#HED DO IT HED DO ANYTHING.#i want to cry like he MISSES her#but yeah no raven just needed to hit the vial and have a really stiff drink and have a xanax#which is not safe but live fast die young bad bois do it well#and he's doing it alright#and in turn it is doing very bad things to kyle's brain
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If Missa’s heart beated it would’ve froze with a loud cartoonish crack. He didn’t even notice at first until Chayanne went running. Every nerve on his body flashes with shock from top to bottom in a wave. She just stands there, twitching. Ze tries to say something, anything, but ze can only warble out a few syllables that fail to coagulate into words before ze breaks down completely.
Any forethought goes completely out the window as it crashes into Chayanne and Philza, clutching them both like a lifeline. A loud exaggerated sniff reverberates through the room as Missa buries her face in the crook of Phil’s neck. He tries again to form a sentence but the only things that he gets out are irregular hiccups and pathetic whimpers. He shakes and shivers like a malnourished dog in the dead of winter after nearly being dragged away by a cascading river.
After about half a minute of this he manages to bawl out a prolonged “PHHHHIIIIIILLLLLLZAAAAAAAAA!” She pulls back and takes Phil’s face into her hands, squishing their cheeks.
The dam breaks and a flood of incoherent mexican rambling pours out, “DondetefuistesdoneestabasQUETEPASOATUSALASOHMY
GODTUPIERNAquebuenoqueestasbienbuenonototalmenteperoESTASVIVVOOOOOOOquientehizoestomiqueridophilzaPERDONAMEPORNOPROTEGERRTTEEEEEEEEE.” Missa’s wailing tapers off as he falls back onto Phil and lingers there. Frenzied sobbing turns into frantic breaths before fading into soft gasps.
They hesitantly peel themself off of him and step back, face still wet with tears.
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"Ah yes, my dear faggot is finally here! Say hello to my hole, loser! It has been waiting for your tongue to kiss it deeply! Don't make it and me waits any longer and burry your face in my big sweaty butt! I ate at Mexican restaurant so i need to relieves my gas! Don't push your head off my or I'll put my dirty socks I've worn all week in your mouth while i squash my big butt on your tiny face, fag!"
That's what this godly man tells you.
What would you like this White God to be? (in all the cases he makes you smell, kiss, lick, massage his ass then sits it on your face)
It's the first time I did all the alphabet, so you can chose 4 choices maximum.
A) Dad (he humiliates you for being a fag)
B) Husband (he loves you but is dominant)
C) Occasional lover
D) Older brother
E) Younger brother
F) Boss (you try to make him likes you by obeying his orders, even the nastiest)
G) Coworker (you are too weak to resist him)
I) Best friend (he loves you but likes to jokes about making you lick his ass and you pretend to not enjoy it but you secretly do)
J) Former best friend (he hates fags like you)
K) Bully (he never stopped bullying you)
L) Uncle and/or Nephew
M) Cousin
N) Brother in law (your lover's brother)
O) Bull (he fucks your boyfriend/girlfriend but this one don't like his ass so he uses you)
P) Someone who blackmails you to do it
Q) Your landlord (you worship his ass in exchange of a lower rent. It's a win-win)
R) A star who you are forced to obey to
S) Your girlfriend /boyfriend's father
T) Your master (he does not loves you)
U) Your son (he hates that his dad is a fag)
V) The chief of a fraternity you belong to
W) You love him and hope he'll fall in love with you if you obey him
X) A priest (you go to his church often)
Y) A retired soldier (in this reality, retired soldiers can have their own ass cleaner, a fag sent to their home whenever they wants to worship their ass for as long as they wants. This man chosed you and you can't disobey)
Z) Someone else (write in your comment)
WOW he is hot, love thicker guys so this man is quite a dream man for me. I know I get to choose 4 so what I will do is I will choose 4 and rank them in what I would want them to be.
What I would want the most: Husband (he loves me but is dominant)
This is the ultimate dream for most if not all of us isn't it? To get to live a kinky lovestory. I can picture myself being his boyfriend at first, maybe he is trying his best not to show his naturally dominant side, but when he finds out I want him to be that man he realizes we are meant to be together so he proposes..... can you imagine that? To have a loving and protective yet dominant husband? that would be perfection, I receive him home daily, ready to massage his feet and sniff his farts.
Second Choice: Someone else (My boyfriend)
It is just the same mentality as the last one, except this is the step right before. In this scenario we first met because we both wanted to fulfill our kinks, but then we both realized we had so much and common and ended up falling in love. Or maybe he has a super power to make people fall in love with him when they smell their farts so now I am part of his harem. Regardless, I would LOVE to be his loving boyfriend.
My Third Choice Would be: I love him and hope he'll fall in love with me if I obey him
This is something I can definitely see myself doing, to allow myself to be disrespected and used in search for some love, but in my fantasy it ends up working out in the end.
Lastly, my fourth choice would be: Landlord (I worship his ass in exchange of a lower rent.)
I can see this being an arrangement I would like, except I am winning double (I get cheaper rent and sexual satisfaction).
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