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psychicdreamfriendoperator · 3 years

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Going off from the free dating headcanon… how about some for Miguel and Agata? >.<

I’m so happy to see another blog writing for the shishigumi, they’re finally getting the character development they deserved

I'm happy to write for the lovable bastards, though it does seem like there's only 1 or 2 other blogs that write for all of the Shishigumi.

Speaking of blogs, @couldyouspeakmyname is a very nice one ü, please check them out if you haven't already!

I had to keep the word limit in mind (especially since there's 2 characters involved here), so, if this ask wasn't what you wanted, feel free to let me know and I can try again!

— Psychic

General Dating Headcanons

Agata

Agata has had his fair share of partners. Society makes lions out to be good leaders, and so, many animals begin relationships with them. Agata's a darker-coloured lion, so this effect was multipled for him.

While he did have a “bad boy” phase, Agata is truly a nice person at heart.

That would have been more than enough for others to stay in a relationship with him, had he been born almost any other animal.

He was cheated on a lot by love interests who wanted to make a lion jealous, and by those who expected something . . . more passionate from a relationship with a lion.

As a result, Agata's very clingy, and mayhaps a bit bitter.

Miguel

Miguel's relationships tend to last 6 months to 1 year, but never much longer than that. He doesn't have much of an interest in relationships, but he's open to love if it finds him first.

Previous lovers had a tendency to sexualise him— this is something that makes Miguel very uncomfortable.

He doesn't mind dirty jokes, etc, but more intimate actions have been partially ruined for him.

Meeting Them

Agata

It's quite possible that you ran into him at a local community college.

I can imagine Agata taking a course there— perhaps it's related to technology?

It's also quite possible that the both of you shared the same, mandatory class.

“oh shit oh shit oh shit . . .”

A noise that was more whisper than spoken word. You don't see it, but you can almost taste the anxiety that flows over from your colleague.

Your eyes moved involuntarily over to your left, where a dark-maned lion crawled on his hands and knees, as if searching for something.

You rest your head on your hand. “Looking for something?”

A muffled, “Dropped my pen . . .”

You fished about in your pencil case, pulling out one of your spares. It wasn't nearly as favoured as your gel pens, and, it also wasn't one you would miss if someone were to steal it.

“You can borrow this one . . . just give it back.”

You had never seen someone look so grateful; the expression was genuine, which filled your body with a cosy warmth.

Miguel

Perhaps you met him at the gym.

Although Miguel had more than enough exercise equipment at the Mansion, he preferred to workout away from the Black Market.

It gave him the chance to organise his thoughts.

“STAY FIT”— a simple, two word long mantra and a reminder of the New Year’s resolution you wanted to keep.

In order to achieve that goal, you signed yourself up for a gym— it was only a few blocks away on foot. Since it was so close, you were always the first one there . . .

Or rather, you were always the first one there, until recently.

“You must really love working out,” You struck up pleasant conversation whenever the both of you took your breaks. There wasn't anything else to do, really.

The feline, whose mane was tied up neatly behind him, took a swig of his bottled water. “I suppose you could say that.”

It was a curt response, yes, but it was also the start of a wonderful acquaintanceship.

Growing Closer

Agata

over the course of several weeks, Agata racked up a fine collection of pens— all of them yours, of course.

Somehow, you didn't believe that you would get them back.

It didn't matter much though— you had more than enough to spare.

The pair of you studied together often; either on-campus or back at your place.

His notes were very neat, you noticed.

He divided his pages into three sections; one for definitions, one for summarisations of the text and one for miscellaneous notes.

When you expressed your interest, Agata is more than happy to explain the Cornell Method to you.

You were just pleased that all the pens you lent him hadn't gone to waste.

Miguel

you actually had to put some effort in before Miguel felt comfortable enough instigating a conversation with you.

In the beginning, you talked to yourself, more or less.

Miguel gave short, curt answers in reply.

You both took note of what subjects the other person was interested in, and then went from there.

Polite conversation made to pass the time became deep and insightful discussions.

Miguel kept a neutral expression when speaking to you, but after a while, his lips curved into a pleasant smile more and more often.

You liked his smile.

Going Steady

Agata

You didn't notice the way Agata’s hands shook until much later, when you were both reminiscing on how he had asked you out the first time.

You did notice that the lion had a few bags’ worth of stationery with him, though.

“Finally decided to return those pens you borrowed?” You were teasing of course — your friendship with him was such that you didn't care about those trivial things anymore.

“Let’s go see a movie tonight!”

You blinked once. Twice.

Then, you cleared your throat. “Ah . . . sure—” You turned around, intending to fetch a jacket. “I’ll just get a coat and—”

“Y-you can borrow mine!”

Thought it was several sizes too large, Agata's jacket was indeed very comfortable.

Miguel

It just sort of happened.

One thing led to another, really, and soon, the both of you were bouncing ideas back and forth.

“You're weird,” You snorted, playful as always. With the gentle push of a button, the treadmill belt beneath you began to move.

You thought you saw Miguel smile. He slung his towel over one of the machine's handle bars. “Maybe so, but, aren't you going to answer? It's not hard, right?”

“Well . . .” You clicked your tongue, actually thinking. “I've always wanted to go cycling at the park with someone else.”

“Are you free Thursday?”

You eyed the lion suspiciously, but nodded, “Mhm . . .”

But then, it clicked, “Oh . . .”

It really clicked, and you broke out into a wide grin, nodding up and down quickly.

Dating

Agata

he was very nervous at first, and very, very clingy.

He felt as if he had to keep impressing you, and giving you gifts just to keep you around.

You didn't think much of it at first, but you drew a line when he arranged for a limosuine to drop you off at your agreed rendezvous point.

Where did he even get the money for a limo, anyways?

You called the date off, in favour of talking it out with him.

Though a part of you wanted to let Agata have it, the more sensible part just wanted to know why.

As the both of you stood in the parking lot of the movie theater, you noticed that several pairs of eyes were on you.

You grabbed him by the hand and, after a short walk, came to a more secluded area.

You sighed, and told Agata exactly how you felt.

In turn, he explained his side of the issue.

It wasn't planned for, but you both enjoyed the impromptu heart-to-heart under the stars nonetheless.

It was enjoyed so much so, that neither of you saw the black car which drove away, its scar-faced driver satisfied that Agata could handle things from there.

Miguel

dating Miguel feels as if you're hanging out with a dear friend — which you were, in a way.

Your dates are spent cycling around the district, dominating patronising the local basketball court and just enjoying the other’s company.

And then, you slept together.

It had been late, so, you told him that he could crash at your place until daylight.

Despite your insistence that he take the bed while you slept on the sofa, Miguel was adamant that it be the other way around.

You had shrugged your shoulders, and decided not to fight him on it further.

Come morning, you had successfully moved him into your bed— he looked mad uncomfortable on the couch, anyways.

To your surprise, Miguel awoke with a start, a hand over his chest and eyes wide.

He demanded to know whether or not the both of you had done anything the previous night.

You didn't know about his . . . fear at the time, but you knew that you had royally fucked up.

You promised not to do that sort of thing again, and the rest of the morning is spent in the other's arms.

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rafivadafreddy · 3 years

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Kissing Secrets

A fivr part story about our favorite ADA Rafael Barba and his FBI gf.

Summary: What happens when the SVU squad meets Rafaels’ girlfriend, but under not so great circumstances?

Word Count: 2,373 Warnings: Cursing, angry couple, Spanish, angst, talk of rape and drug case.

Dating never came easy to Rafael Barba. But when he found someone with a job as hectic as him. It was perfect. Neither expected much from the other, when one had to cancel the other would understand.

Of course, Y/N would be more than understanding. She had two bachelor degrees under her belt and after long days and nights with the 20 weeks of New Agent Training with the FBI at Quantico. She, just like Rafael, worked hard to get where she was. Trying to make a name for herself. Starting at twenty-five and becoming a special agent before her twentieth eight birthday, Y/N knew she would make it.

Y/N and Rafael met when she was looking for a job, needing to complete two years of work experience to become a special agent. Working as a rookie cop in a district in Brooklyn. Well, one night an angry cuban man walks into the precinct. His fancy three piece suit was a mess and he claims he was assaulted. Knife wound to his arm, Y/N was the cop to take care of him.

One thing led to another, Rafael left the precinct with a smile. Having left his number behind for the cop. To ‘call’ if she had any questions about his assault. Of course, Y/N was able to find the guy who assaulted the ADA and was able to get his phone back from the man.

Almost three years passed and they were still happy with the other. Dinners, nights in and a couple who were in love with the other. Y/N met his mother and his abuelita, things were perfect. So, when Y/N graduated, celebrating the fact that she made it through the FBI academy. Thankfully, Y/N was able to stay at the federal bureau of investigation in New York City.

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A few months into her new job, Y/N felt as if she was on a high. It was her biggest case yet and it was hers… well, her’s along with her partner, Agent Shawn Carter. Having been staying overtime the past month, getting together evidence and witnesses to take down an organized sex trafficing crime involving a drug lord that’s on their most wanted list, Y/N wasn’t about to let anything get in the way of her bringing every last one of them down. Especially when the last victim she was notified of was a thirteen year old.

“Hola mi amor…” Y/N smiled at the call of her boyfriend. Rafael had been her rock the past few years as Y/N worked on getting into the FBI.

“Hola mi corazón…” she heard him chuckle into the phone. “Dinner tonight? Think you can make it?”

Glancing at her watch, Y/N thought about it. “I think so yeah. We’re going to pick up a perp right now and if it all works out. I’ll be able to spend all night with you.” She told him and sighed. “I’m sorry for being super busy lately.”

“Hey, none of that. I understand. It 's your job. My girlfriend, the badass FBI agent.” the two laughed and Y/N smiled.

“My boyfriend, the hot shot ADA. I’ll get out early to have dinner with you. No matter what, you’ll come first tonight.” She told him, noticing they were nearing Manhattan.

“Now, now… You know you always come first when we’re together.” Y/N could hear the smirk as he spoke and she just laughed.

Saying goodbye with many ‘i love you’s’ Y/N put her phone away and sighed, the smile feeling permanent on her lips.

Ten minutes later, the black car pulled up outside the Special Victims Unit of the 16th precinct. Both Y/N and Shawn looked at one another before nodding. It wasn’t going to be fair and it wasn’t like they knew. But the SVU team had picked up a perp they had been watching and started an investigation on him. Something Y/N couldn’t let happen. No this was her case.

Walking into the building and getting directions to the SVU floor, Y/N walked with her head held high. The skinny jeans she wore, along with the blue button down shirt. She made sure to have her badge clipped to her pants. Gun in its holder and ID already out in her hand.

“Can I help you, agent?” a woman asked, making Y/N turn to look at a blonde who walked over. That caught the other detectives attention.

They were already wondering why the FBI was there.

“As a matter of fact you can. I’m special agent Y/N L/N and this is my partner, Agent Shawn Carter. I’m afraid I’m here to collect the perp you have in custody along with everything you have against him.” she told the women, except her eyes were on a brunette woman. Whom Y/N knew was in charge. She did her research before storming into the precinct this way.

“Why should we do that? This is our case, don’t see why the Feds want a low life like him.” another detective spoke up and Y/N looked over at him. From his voice and stance, it was obvious he was angry.

“Calm down, Amaro.” the brunette finally spoke up. “Olivia Benson.” she introduced herself and Y/N shook her hand. “Now, you say you need this guy. Why? From what we’ve gathered, he’s just a scum who likes underage girls.”

With a sigh, Y/N nodded. But she didn’t say anything when a familiar voice spoke up. “What’s going on here?”

“Ah! Barba, you’re going to love this.” The Amaro fellow looked amused. “The FBI is here to take our case.”

“Oh yeah? On what grounds?” Barba asked.

“On the grounds that he’s a suspect in an ongoing Federal case.” Y/N said, turning to look at the man she just told she loved, not even half an hour ago. “Miguel Hernández raped and murdered a thirteen year old girl three days ago. And I know you guys picked him up cause he was caught in the act of raping another victim. Now imagine my surprise when I found out that SVU caught him. Even though notice went out to contact the FBI if Mr. Hernández is picked up by officers or detectives of New York.” she spoke, informing all of them, even though her eyes stayed on Rafael.

“He also has information about Lorenzo Torsney.” Shawn spoke up for the first time.

“Wait, Torsney, the guy linked to the sex trafficking ring with the underage girls? The same Lorenzo who’s rumored to be the new Drug lord of New York?” some guy spoke up, his thick accent catching Y/Ns attention.

“That’s the one.” Both agents spoke at the same time. “So, Lieutenant. The case files and Miguel if you please.” Shawn said and followed Bensen into her office to grab the paperwork to make the transfer.

Y/N on the other hand went to look at the window that showed into the interrogation room. Hearing footsteps, Y/N smiled at the male and nodded to the detective seeing the coffee he got her. “Thanks…”

“Ah, Dominick Carisi, Jr. but everyone calls me Sonny.” the thick accent said and Y/N raised an eyebrow.

“I get the feeling, no one calls you, Sonny… Sonny.” she smirked and looked at Miguel again.

Thankfully he got quiet after that. Though what Y/N failed to notice was Rafael standing in the doorway. “Excuse us, Carisi.” he said, in his ‘this is my mad, but trying to stay professional” voice.

Sonny couldn't get out of the room faster, not that Y/N blamed him. She would have ran as well.

"You couldn't have told me on the phone that you were coming to pick up the guy from my case?" Rafael whispered, looking real mad.

Yet, Y/N just rolled her eyes. "Tu caso? Last I heard, you were still working in fucking Brooklyn! Que diablos, Rafael!" She hissed at her boyfriend. "You changed fucking districts and never told me?"

"Oh, that's rich. Coming from the one always canceling our dates!"

"¡Vete a la mierda!" Y/N narrowed her eyes. "Who canceled the last THREE dinners? Wasn't me, that's for fucking sure." She scoffed and pushed past him.

"Real professional Detectives.." Y/N rolled her eyes at the SVU team all scrambling back to their desks. Pretending like they wern’t eavesdropping on Y/N and Rafael.

"Y/N, vuelve aquí, ahora."

Only, Y/N ignored him. Pulling out her phone, she had to put in a call for another agent to come out to the district and collect Miguel. All while ignoring Rafael. Who was trying to glare her into submission.

'Good luck, papi. Not gonna work now.' Y/N thought and looked away from the detectives. Answering emails and texts on her phone. Already getting a location of where Shawn and her needed to go after leaving SVU.

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As Miguel was getting put into cuffs, both around his wrists and ankles. Y/N watched, making sure nothing would go wrong. Turning to the detectives, she gave them a sad smile.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t let you guys have this case.” she told them, sounding sincere. “If he wasn’t important to catching Torsney, I would have let you keep the case.” she added, thanking Shawn as he handed Y/N her FBI jacket.

Hearing two different scoffs, but from two cuben men. Y/N rolled her eyes and shook Olivia’s hand. “It’s fine, at least you’re getting him off the streets… and something tells me, you interrogating him will make what we did look like preschoolers.” she smirked and Y/N shrugged.

“Let’s just say, the cameras are not on all the time.” Shawn spoke up and Y/N shook her head.

“Yes they are, thank you for giving me a heads up to watch all the interrogations you do from now on.” she narrowed her eyes and told him to go wait in the car. Saying goodbye, Y/N turned and made her way out.

Getting into the car, Y/N rubbed a hand over her face and told Shawn they were needed over in the Bronx.

“So… that was your boyfriend. Huh?” the male next to her spoke up after a few minutes of silence in the car.

Of course, with her telling him to shut up the car ride continued on quietly.

Hearing her phone let out a ping Y/N grabbed it and read the text from Rafael.

Papi: So, I guess we need to talk later.

Y/N: Yeah, I’ll tell you when I get off. Don’t know when that’ll be. There was a bomb over in the South Bronx. Was put on the case to deal with it.

Keeping the reply simple. Wanting Rafael to know she was mad at him. Not even replying to his ‘stay safe’ and not cause she didn’t want to. But because they had arrived and the scene they saw. It was a complete mess.

News crews were filming everything happening, people being put into ambulances and being taken care of.

“OK! What do we know?” Y/N asked, tying her H/C hair up into a ponytail.

As they were getting information, Y/N looked around. Not knowing cameras were pointed towards both her and her partner.

Turning to the officer telling them what had happened, Y/N frowned. “What time was the explosion? Exactly.” she asked and Y/N felt like she paled when being told it had been Nine minutes.

“We need every emergency vehicle headed here stopped outside the perimeter, and evacuate the building.” she commanded and stopped when the Battalion Chief spoke up.

“I got half a dozen guys inside checking structural damage, twice that many going door-to-door --”

Y/N just cut him off. “Have them grab anyone they see, and get out. Now.” her confidence leaves no doubt and the man nods. Talking to everyone he can and getting as many people out as possible.

With Shawn helping out on the other side, also helping people move away from the building the explosion went off in. It left Y/N to run after a woman who was running towards the apartment building. Crying about how she wanted her son's body

Y/N was able to get her away, but when the second explosion hit, both her and the woman were flown forward. Y/N being knocked out.

Rafaels’ POV:

He was getting shit for not saying anything to the team about his FBI girlfriend. Not like he knew if they were even going to be that later on when they talk. But still, he sat there and let them poke and joke around. The team had gotten takeout and were relaxing since there were no other cases. Rafael deciding to join them (not like they gave him much of a choice in the matter)

“Hey, Barba… didn’t you say Y/N was out in the South Bronx?” Rollins asked, causing Rafael to turn away from Liv and look at the blonde detective.

Moving his head to see what she was looking at, Rafael felt a chill in his stomach as he watched the News on the TV. They were covering the story of what was happening.

The team were all quiet listening to the man speak, the camera moving to where Y/N stood with her partner. Rafael watched as she took charge of the situation, he felt proud of her. But he had a nagging feeling, seeing everyone move quickly at whatever command she gave.

“By the looks, Agent Y/N L/N of the FBI gave orders to evacuate the building. Will there be another explosion, how does she know to get everyone out of the building? Whatever it is, everyone seems to be listening….” but Rafael turned the man's voice out.

In the background he could see Y/N running towards the woman and he shot up out of his seat when the second explosion happened. Cutting short the camera. No one was moving or saying anything as they just watched Rafael, who looked on the verge of a panic attack.

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 3 years

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Grey Vase.

Thank you again @beccabarba for reading over this for me.

This is final part to my Bishop Grey series. This follows on from:

Grey Leather

Grey Uniform

Grey Dress

Warnings: this is episode based from season 2, so talks of Riz and Coco getting hurt, fluff and smut.

WC: 2415

Enjoy x

It had gotten around about you taking Bishop to the fund raiser. Not all of what you were hearing was bad, which was great. Your mum and dad were coming around to the idea that their daughter was seeing a Mayan, much to your surprise, after your Aunty who worked in the dress factory had told them what a gentleman he actually was. Rosa was all for it, hanging around the club house a lot more and your work partner was even more supportive of you actually being happy as long as he treated you well. You hadn’t seen Bishop since the morning after the fund raiser, leaving after he made you breakfast, but true to his word he had messaged you every night telling you he missed you, he was safe and he couldn’t wait to see you.

You wanted to take the afternoon off, and really you should have. Your afternoon shift started off like any other, slow at first, till you were in town and seen the grey Mercedes parked outside the coffee shop you and your partner were going to. You rolled your eyes when you walked in to see Emily picking up her coffee order turning around, your eyes meeting and a smirk pulling to her face making her way over to you,

“Y/N it’s good to see you, how are you? How is Rosa? Still living together?”

“Good thank you, sure are,” you gave her a small tight smile “Rosa is great and yourself? Miguel and Christobel well?”

“Going really well, thanks for asking. I’ am sure Christobel would love to see his godmother” You looked her dead in the eye, raising an eyebrow and Emily shrugged her shoulders at you “I saw you the other day, didn’t take you for a leather and motor bike kind of person.”

“Didn’t take you for a yellow raincoat kind of person but yet here we are,” you shot back.

“We aren’t so different you know” Emily sighed back.

“Em, we are very different. I never forgot where I came from”

Before Emily had a chance to answer back your radio went off, your partner answered saying you were on it, you both rushed out, you jumping in the driver’s seat, turning on the sirens and speeding off.

When you arrived, driving up the driveway seeing the burnt out bikes, a sick feeling started to fill your tummy and you had to will yourself to not throw up, recognising the bikes. You and your partner jumped out grabbing your bags and you rushed around the corner. Shattered glass was scatted all over the ground, Angel and Ez on either side of a crouched over Coco holding the right side of his face, and Riz laying on the floor just inside the damaged doors with Bishop, Hank and Taza trying to stop the bleeding on his chest. Bishop looked up at you and his heart sunk that you had to see all this.

“Coco” You yelled rushing over to him first looking over him “Call for back up” you yelled again at your partner as he rushed into Riz talking over his radio.

You sorted out Coco as quickly was you could and then rushed in to Riz to help your partner. In no time, back up was there helping out with Coco’s burns and his eye, putting him in the back of the ambulance and your partner rushed out to get a stretcher for Riz. Bishop, Taza, your partner and you lifted him onto the stretcher and you all rushed out as you pushed him to the back. You let Taza get in the back with your partner so he could do the once over again before you left. The driver’s window was open and you were on your radio calling it into the emergency room giving them the low down and telling them to prepare an operating room when you saw Bishop walk up to the door,

“I’ll follow you” Bishop’s eyes were slightly wet and you reached out the window to cup his cheek running your thumb along his jaw. Bishop turned his head grabbing onto your hand kissing your palm before you put the ambulance into ‘r’ reversing out with the sirens on again.

It had been three and a half weeks since Bishop had pushed you away physically, but not emotionally. You had some idea what was going to happen after what happened to Riz and you had seen first-hand how bitter Coco was with what happened to him. You got a message every day at some point, sometimes twice, Bishop telling you how much he missed you and how he couldn’t wait to see you again. The last time you had spoken to him at the funeral he had asked you to lay low, he didn’t want you getting caught up and dragged into what was going on as a pay back to him, and he wanted you safe. He had also given you Marcus’s number in case you needed someone with him away dealing with business and you laid low as much as you could.

It was your rostered day off and you were surprised when there was a knock on the door early in the morning, a delivery man from the local florist holding a grey vase with a beautiful flower arrangement. You took the flowers, closing and locking the door and then walking to sit the vase on the table. You pulled the pin out that had the note pinned to a leaf opening the small envelope pulling out a small card,

‘Miss you so much baby, can’t wait to hold you again soon xx’

Your heart swelled, holding the card up pressing it to your chest, you walked over to your phone picking it up and sending a message of thanks and that you couldn’t wait to thank him in person.

The hours had ticked on slowly with no message back yet. Rosa was out for the night with some work friends so you ordered in dinner and had just sat on the couch after a shower, your hair still damp in your short sleep nighty to watch the latest episode of your favourite New York police show.

Your eyes were glued to the TV as your favourite actors moved across the screen, when a rev of a motor bike made you jump and your heart pounded in your chest fast. You grabbed your phone unlocking it going to Marcus’s number in case you needed to call him, walking to the front window looking out the blinds. The motor bike was parked behind your car and you saw as the rider lift off his helmet and you gasped rushing to the door to open it.

You swung the door open to Bishop making his way towards the door, his eyes came up to meet yours, a smile pulling to his face and his eyes sparkled. You bolted out, jumping on him, your arms going around his neck his arms going around your middle lifting you up slightly off the ground walking you into your place while you peppered his face with kisses,

“I missed you so much baby” Bishop purred walking you both through the door placing you down and shutting it, locking it and he was back on you.

“I missed you Bishop” you lent forward your lips crashing on his, the kiss deepening and your arms around his neck tightening, pulling him in closer to you while his hands ran up and down your sides.

Bishop broke the kiss first stepping back from you tugging off his jacket throwing it on the back of the couch and then grabbing your hand pulling you to the couch,

“Do you want a beer or something?”

“No, I just want you” Bishop sat on the single couch pulling you onto his lap. One of your arms hocked around his neck, the other resting on his chest. Bishop wrapped one arm around your waist the other resting on your thigh. His warm hand sending goose bumps all over your body “I’ am sorry I was away for so long Y/N” Bishop kissed your shoulder “You been ok?”

“Yep, just work and home, missing you” you kissed his cheek “Thank you so much for the flowers. I love them” You nodded towards the kitchen table where they sat proudly in the middle of it.

“Anything for you baby” Bishop’s hand on your thigh starting to run up under your sleep nighty “You have this weekend off”

“How did you know” you looked down at him with a big smile.

“I ‘am el presidente, I know everything” he winked “Rosa told me, I seen her before I left”

“She was at the club house?” You raised your eyebrows at him and he nodded back with a smirk.

“She is staying with Angel tonight, it was her idea to tell you she was at a work thing when she knew I wanted to surprise you and tomorrow we ride to San Diego just me and you”

“You planned all this for me?” you looked down at him your fingers coming up to run through his hairy face, the feeling making you gasp and bite your bottom lip.

“It’s not all I have planned” His voice was deep and his hand slid further up under your nighty.

You moaned and lent down your lips connecting with his neck kissing, sucking and nipping along it. Without moving your lips from his neck, you moved yourself so you were straddling his lap, Bishop’s hand’s going straight to the hem of your sleep nighty lifting it up over your hips, his hands sliding into your lace panties cupping your ass cheeks groping them pulling you down onto him. You sucked on his sweet spot and he groaned bucking his hips up into your core. You lent back with a giggle and his grip on your ass tightened, your head falling back as he guided your hips over him,

“Take it off baby, let me see you”

You bit your bottom lip and then pulled your nighty up and off you throwing it on the other couch and you heard Bishop growl, his eyes on your chest and he licked his lips. Bishop pulled his hands out of your panties, wrapping his arms around your middle and he stood up carrying you to your bed room.

Bishop walked straight to your bed dropping you down on it and you gasped giggling as you bounced up slightly. Bishop grabbed onto the waist of your panties tugging them down in one go throwing them somewhere on the floor and toeing off his boots. You felt his hands on your knees spreading them apart and he settled between them still fully clothed, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. Bishop started to thrust his clothed hips into you and you moaned, feeling his jeans rub against you.

“Feel good?” Bishop’s lips met your neck.

He started kissing along it, the feel of his beard running along your skin and his wet warm lips on your skin made you feel like you were on fire and you started to grind your hips up wanting more, your orgasm getting closer and you nodded, your moans and pants started to fill the room.

“That’s it baby, just like that” Bishop pushed his hard clothed bulge into you more.

Your whole body started to tremble and you screamed Bishop’s name loud, your release shot through you making you pant loud. Bishop’s lips met yours kissing you deeply before he pulled away standing up ridding himself of his clothes, leaning over to the top drawer pulling out protection and rolling it on.

Bishop was back between your legs in no time, sliding up into you, you moaning and he grunting loud as he filled you up. Bishop started to kiss you deeply again when he started to roll his hips into you, his eyes locking with yours after he broke the kiss. You moved to wrap your legs around him, your hands running up his solid arms, up onto his shoulders and then up onto his cheeks.

You were so wrapped up with the feeling on him being in you and on top of you that you let out a surprised squeal when he rolled you both over so that he was now on his back and you were on top, your hands resting on his pecks and his on your hips. You started to roll your hips down on him hard and deep, Bishop’s grip on your hips bruising. Bishop planted his feet flat on the bed and he started to thrust up into you,

“I’ve missed you” you moaned out your head dropping back again.

“Missed you baby” he panted out.

His eyes were glued to your tits bouncing around and he let go of one hip bringing his hand around, his pointer finger connecting with your swollen pearl, circling it with the pad of his thumb and you started babbling nonsense under your breath letting out a scream falling forward resting on your hands while your orgasm washed over you like wild fire, your body covered in sweat,

“Good girl” Bishop kissed your arm still thrusting up into you still.

It didn’t take long and the room filled with his loud roar, Bishop slamming your hips down onto him coming deep inside you in the condom. Both your chests heaving, your forehead connecting with his, pecking each other’s lips gently.

You rolled off him dropping on your back, Bishop getting up and going to the bathroom to clean himself up. Bishop walked back in and he stopped in his tracks in the door way, his breathing hitched at your beauty as you laid on your back looking up at the roof still trying to catch your breath,

“You’re so beautiful” Bishop whispered as he got back onto the bed pulling you onto his chest wrapping his arms around you, his fingers running through your hair.

“You’re pretty beautiful yourself” you kissed Bishop’s chest your hand resting on his belly and he let out a chesty laugh.

“Excited for the weekend?” Bishop kissed the top of your head.

“I’ am just happy to be back in your arms, doesn’t matter where we are” You nuzzled into his chest and Bishop started to brush his fingers tips up and down your back.

“Me too baby.”

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breanime · 4 years

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Also 18 on the fluff/romance list for Miguel 👀 Thank you mama

You knew what this request would do to my murder kink. You KNEW!

*gif not mine*

Miguel didn’t fall in love with you overnight

It took time--for both of you

It took weeks of talking

And then months of dating

Before either of you really, truly let your guard down for the other

But when you did...

...Miguel fell hard

To him, you were everything he’d ever wanted in a partner

He could trust you with the businesses he ran

Legal and illegal

When he looked at you,

he saw his entire life ahead of him

Cristobal loved you

Nestor would bend over backwards for you

Even Alvarez had to stop and tell Miguel

“Looks like you found the right one, Galindo.”

And Miguel couldn’t agree more

He loved you, and he’d do anything to keep you

You laid in bed, his arms wrapped around you tight

The window was open, and the sounds of the evening filled the room

Grasshoppers were chirping, the wind was blowing softly

It was a nice night

“You know I’d do anything for you,” Miguel said, his voice soft and warm

You smiled, your eyes closed as you sunk into him

“Yeah? Would you shave your head bald for me?” You teased.

He laughed

“For you? I would,” he kissed the top of your head, “I bet I’d look good bald. Dignified.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” you sat up, smiling down at Miguel, your heart full as you looked into those deep brown eyes, “Would you... Would you take a bullet for me?”

His answer was immediate. “Gladly.”

You leaned down and kissed him, nice and slow, the way Miguel deserved to be kissed

His hand was on the back of your neck, keeping you close to him as he deepened the kiss

“I would take a bullet for you, too,” you whispered, your lips ghosting over his

He kissed you again, a quick peck

“You won’t ever have to,” he promised.

“What else would you do for me?” You asked, wanting to move past the tension

He smiled, wrapping you in his arms again. “I would kill for you.”

“No you wouldn’t!”

“Oh, yes I would,” he said back, grinning,”I’d do anything for you, mi amor.”

“You would kill someone,” you went on, “end their life--for me?”

You knew he would. Even before you started playing this theoretical game, you knew Miguel would kill for you if he had to.

But you wanted to hear him say it.

“Hell yeah, I’d kill for you,” he said, his voice clear, not an inch of hesitation, “I absolutely would kill for you.”

You kissed him again, your heart flooding with love for him

“I love you, Miguel”

“Love you, too,” his lips were on your again, and soon, he was rolling you over so that he was on top of you, his body warm on yours, “Now enough of this hypothetical rhetoric... Let me show you how much I love you...”

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demetriandelibinaryboyfriends · 3 years

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Thanks for replying! Could you possibly link the rp blog? I love your headcanons! What do the Cobras and Miyagi-Dos think of them? I like to think one of the characters in canon came up with their ship name, who do you think it was?- Cherry

But of course, Cherry!!! Those headcanons were so fun to write :D It’s honestly one of my favorite headcanon/ask posts that I’ve done, I think. I love thinking about how Johnny would react to Hawk and Demetri dating XD And writing that paragraph about how I think Demetri and Eli met was honestly the most fun ride haha

@sipping--snowflakes runs a Demetri RPG blog I think, it’s @binarybrother1! Idk if it’s still active, you’ll have to hit them up about that. I also think @hawkxatxheart RPs as Hawk and ships the binary boyfriends, if you want to hit them up too!

Aight screw it, Imma do the most complete analysis I can XD

Miguel ships it SO hard XD Like Miguel is a very smart and intuitive person who seems pretty good at picking up on emotions and such (he was able to almost instantly call bullshit on Kreese’s war stories, IIRC), so I’m almost certain that he picked up that there were Some Kinda Vibes going on with those two from day fucking one. But obviously he doesn’t wanna outright say anything, especially not at a school where kids will get bullied for literally ANYTHING and something like kids being gay for each other could legit put a target on both their backs if it got out. So he lets these boys figure shit out on their own time but is also like “...yeah, they’ll realize it eventually, I’m sure.” XD And you dun best believe he just went “ohhhhh my godddddd” when they fell out and developed a super intense rivalry because he’s like guys??? Do you NOT realize being that obsessed with fucking with each other...kinda means you’re obsessed WITH each other??? Even though you both have other friends now??? Doesn’t seem like normal best friend behavior :/ But of course our boy doesn’t want to interfere unless it gets really bad--and he’s got his own issues to deal with, anyhow. I imagine after the dojos join and Demetri and Eli start dating after a while, Miguel is just like “FUCKING FINALLY!!! Sam pay up, you owe me 20 bucks!!!” He’s so happy they finally dragged their heads out of their asses and realized they loved each other, because man, you can bet your ass Miguel knew they did from the get-go.

Sam I think I’ve touched on a fair bit in my other posts so I won’t get into a whole big long thing, but she’s...certainly leery of them dating at first, mainly because she remembers Demetri’s issues with Eli are what pushed him to join Miyagi-Do in the first place, and she witnessed him breaking Dem’s arm so she’s pretty...not crazy about Eli XD But Miguel and Demetri both vouch for Eli a LOT, and reassure Sam over and over that he’s a good guy at heart and just let Kreese get in his head and fell victim to his brainwashing for a while. Sam comes around to the idea after a while, and she can see how happy he makes Demetri and ultimately trusts Demetri to be smart enough to not date someone who’s going to treat him badly. Then eventually she and Eli bond over what a fuck Kyler is (he bullied Sam too, don’t forget!!! And they DATED, so the thing he did with the blowjob rumors was a HUGE violation of the pretty intimate trust you have with a partner) and after that she is VERY on board with him and Demetri dating XD

Chris is...Not A Fan, to put it lightly XD Like he saw firsthand how much of a fuck Hawk was to him and Mitch when they first joined Cobra Kai and how he basically hazed them both for funsies because he let the tournament win get to his head. And hell, HE was one of the ones who got sicced on Demetri in the mall and tried to get Hawk to back down, and SAW that he wouldn’t. And when Hawk was about to go after Demetri at Moon’s party, Chris was the first Miyagi-Do to step in and protect him. And, of course, he saw Hawk break Demetri’s arm, too. So he’s no stranger to the antagonism Hawk has always had for Demetri in particular, and doesn’t trust that it’s completely gone. However, Chris is a pretty down-to-earth and reasonable dude, so with a LOT of vouching from Demetri, I can see him coming around eventually. Also if he was willing to give Mitch a second chance, ain’t no reason he can’t do the same for Hawk. And Mitch would probably vouch for Hawk too, after he and Chris became friends again--after all, Mitch DID end up becoming pretty good friends with Hawk after all the hazing stuff. So ultimately Chris ends up being at least civil with Hawk, but he sometimes glares at him when no one’s looking like “I’ve got my eye on you, you’d better not hurt my bro or there’s gonna be hell to pay”

Mitch is fairly indifferent, I think, although he DOES find the irony of Hawk now being head-over-heels smitten with the same dude he sent him to beat up in the mall and the same dude who told everyone Hawk wets the bed to be IMMENSELY hilarious. He loves to tease Hawk about it, like “Man, what would you have done a year ago if you’d known you’re now regularly making out with that shrimpy little nerd???” and Hawk is like “oh my god shut UP” but then he turns away and smirks because the joke is on Mitch--he TOTALLY still liked Demetri through All That Mess Last Year, he just...had a very poor way of processing it XD

I imagine Bert kinda looks up to Hawk as an older brother figure (there’s a snippet I’ve seen some gifs of of Hawk teaching him how to block and it’s actually really cute--huge Big Bro/Little Bro Energy) and probably also admires Demetri quite a bit for trying to protect him and Nate during the Christmas party fight, so he’s definitely on board!!! His two honorary big brothers dating--he’s thrilled!!! Nate not so much, since you dun best believe he still remembers Hawk and his goons “kicking the fucking shit out of him” XD Nonetheless, Nate probably also has a soft spot for Demetri for trying to protect him, so with lots of vouching from Demetri (and Bert too, once he and Nate are friends again), he eventually comes around to the idea of Hawk and Demetri dating.

ON TO THE SECOND QUESTION, FINALLY!

I actually think Aisha is the one who comes up with their ship name!!! XD Allow me to elaborate--so at some point Aisha comes back (because fuck it, I miss her), either to join the new merged dojo or just to visit, because ain’t no one telling me she didn’t keep in touch with at least SAM and visit occasionally if she was still in the city or general area. So she walks into the dojo to go see Sam and her other friends and start catching up with everyone, and--oh, Sam and Miguel are in the same weird, combined karate dojo now that isn’t Miyagi-Do OR Cobra Kai??? Super wack, but okay. Then she sees Demetri and Hawk holding hands and her eyes get really wide and she’s like “Wait, you two are DATING now??? That’s...kind of gross :/”

And Demetri and Hawk just freeze up for a hot sec because is Aisha of all people about to be judgmental??? But then she immediately follows up with “Well, aren’t you the binary brothers? I don’t know if I can get behind incest, guys.” And Hawk just breaks out snickering and is like “Shit, man, she’s right. We should probably update that.” And Demetri’s like “NO WAIT I GOT THIS” and then he just goes “dEmEtRi aNd eLi, BiNaRy BoYfRiEnDs” complete with the super cringey robot arm and Eli is like “Oh my GOD I am GOING to kill you” as the entire dojo proceeds to Lose Their Shit.

Also you dun best believe that literally every picture Aisha takes with Hawk and Demetri after they all start hanging out again (because I WANT THEM TO, FIGHT ME) is captioned things like “Chillin’ with the binary boyfriends!” “Eating tacos with the binary boyfriends!” “Doing karate with the binary boyfriends!” and before too long she refuses to refer to Demetri and Eli as anything else XD

Also yes I know Moon was also there during the Binary Brothers scene but she most likely wouldn’t be cheeky and tease them about it later. Aisha absolutely WOULD.

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rexsjaigeyes · 4 years

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Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo NSFW Alphabet

Words: 3.2k it’s long but worth it

Warnings: cum swallowing, bondage, gagging, rough sex, mentions minor condescension and name-calling

A/N: I skipped H and X as usual bc those are always too awkward for me. I’m not sure what type of sex toys existed in the 80s but just roll with it lmao

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Being the busy man that he is, Félix doesn’t put much effort into aftercare as you would like. He always kisses you and runs his fingers through your hair while you catch your breath, but that’s about the extent of it. After sex, he either falls asleep beside you or smokes a cigarette before promptly heading back to the hotel. You never complain though; you know Félix has work to do, and he shows his affection in other ways.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Félix never really gave much thought to a favorite body part before he met you. He was always confident with his appearance, especially once he started wearing his fancy Italian suits. But once you entered his life, he learned to appreciate his hands because of how much you loved them. You always praise the way his hands feel when he slides them down your body or plays with your tits. Something that really gets him going is when you show your appreciation for his hands by sucking on his fingers. That’s when he feels like he could lose his goddamn mind– watching you take one finger in your mouth and suck on it with such a naughty look on your face. After noticing the fascination you have with his hands, he always finds ways to draw your attention to them when he’s in a teasing mood.

That being said, his favorite part of your body is your lips. Aside from watching them wrap around his fingers or his cock, he also finds himself drawn to your pretty lips whenever you talk or let out sounds of pleasure during sex. He’s always either running his thumb across your bottom lip or stealing your breath away with a deep kiss. Félix always finds himself entranced by your soft, plump lips when you smile or laugh with him. And he loves watching the way you bite down on your bottom lip when you get turned on.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Félix hates wearing condoms and he always wants to cum inside you, so it’s up to you to make sure you’re on the pill unless you want children. He doesn’t like making too much of a mess, so it’s not common for him to finish anywhere except inside you. Unless you’re sucking his cock, he’ll almost always push himself inside your pussy when he’s about to cum. As much as he’d love to see your tits or ass covered in his cum, he saves that for special occasions when he has time for cleanup. His personal favorite is when you swallow his cum, because of course his fascination with your mouth comes into play here. Whenever there’s a stray bead about to drip down your chin, he watches intently while brushing it away with his thumb and making you suck his finger clean.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He always likes when you wear his clothes, but something that he hasn’t asked you to do yet is wear only his suit jacket while you ride him. It’s an image he can’t get out of his mind and one day he’s going to finally ask you to do it. Félix desperately wants to see you above him, your breasts just barely peeking out of the jacket while you rock your hips against his. If he ever saw you do a little striptease in his shirt and jacket, he would pounce on you in a heartbeat.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Félix has had his fair share of experience, and he definitely knows what he’s doing. He’s extremely skilled with his body, but he also knows exactly how to get you riled up with just his words. With all the experience he has in persuading people to do what he wants at work, he definitely knows how to convince you to do what he wants in bed. Not that you would need much convincing anyway.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves when you ride him and he gets to give you some of the control in the bedroom. Félix is constantly controlling things in his life, so the one time he really gets to unwind is when you take the reins in bed. It doesn’t happen every time (Félix is a switch), but after a really exhausting day, he loves when you straddle him on the bed and make him feel good. He likes to watch you make all the moves while he relaxes with a cigarette or folds his hands behind his head. He always has that cocky grin on his face when you take your time with him, slowly grinding yourself over the bulge in his pants. Another one of his favorite things about this position is that he gets to run his hands over your body while you bounce on his cock. He can grab your hips and control the pace when you go too slow for his liking, or he can play with your nipples and watch you moan for him. There’s really no going wrong with the position, and Félix would choose it over missionary any day.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment or are they more humorous?)

Félix is not a very humorous person overall, but when he lets his guard down around you, there are moments where he’ll crack a smile. You always joke that he’s so uptight at work, but when he’s with you, you get to see a side of him that no one else does. Sometimes it’s hard for Félix to relax completely because he’s always thinking about the next move he has to make to build his empire, but you have a way of coaxing a softer side out of him. The intense hold you have on him scares Félix sometimes, but deep down he loves how he can be himself around you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

When he has the energy and the time, Félix can be very romantic in bed. He shows his affection for you through his words. During romantic moments, he likes to hold you and kiss you while telling you how much he appreciates you. Whenever time allows it, Félix is the type of lover who would light candles or draw a romantic bath for the two of you to enjoy. These moments are rare because of his schedule, but when he has the chance, he pampers you so much.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Normally whenever Félix needs some stress relief, he just visits you and hopes that you’re free. But on the off chance that you’re busy, he uses masturbation as a way to alleviate some of the weight on his shoulders. It’s always quick and frantic, but he’s gotta get it out of the way before he can go back to work.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

When Félix is in a rush, sex stays relatively simple and vanilla. But when given the time, there are several things that Félix enjoys doing. When he’s in a dominant mood, he’ll make you wear a ball gag. As much as he loves hearing you moan and beg for him, it’s so much hotter when your pretty lips are wrapped around the gag; you actually sound more desperate and needy that way. Félix’s fixation on your lips definitely comes into play there, but he also enjoys the little rush of power he gets seeing you like that. When he gags you, he also tends to use restraints on your hands. Félix is a sucker for bondage, but as much as it turns him on seeing you tied up, he loves it even more when you take charge and tie him up. Once, you handcuffed him to the bed and he had the time of his fucking life.

Félix is more dominant than submissive– he’s so used to having to control everything– but after building trust in your relationship, he learned to be more vulnerable in the bedroom. He never knew he needed it until he met you, but after spending the entire day trying to plan and control things, he wished someone else could take charge of his pleasure. It’s the only way that he gets to relax completely, and you love giving him the chance to truly unwind. Safewords are always necessary of course, and Félix is more likely to use them than you are since he’s still getting used to it all.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Félix prefers having sex in the comfort of his own home, but he doesn’t mind getting handsy in public. Considering the amount of wealth and power he has, he knows no one would bat an eye if he showed a little more PDA than what is socially acceptable. If you’re out on a date, he likes resting his hand on your thigh, which eventually leads to his hand wandering. He has no problem pulling you aside someplace where there’s more privacy so that he can have his way with you. At work, he’d prefer if you didn’t show up since he’s already got so much on his mind there. But sometimes if he’s missing you and has some extra time, he’ll meet you in the lobby before finding a vacant closet or room to have a quickie.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

As mentioned before, Félix loves seeing you in his clothes. He loves how cute you look in them, and it makes him feel like you’re comfortable around him. If you’re walking around in only his shirt, don’t expect to make it too long before Félix grabs you and carries you to the bedroom. Something else that really gets him going is watching you dance. He’d go to clubs with you more often just to see you dance, but he hates how the other men in the club practically undress you with their eyes. Félix can be extremely possessive when he sees the way other men look at you, so he’d rather have you put on a private little show for him at home instead. He loves watching you sway to the music, but his favorite is when you climb onto his lap and grind against him or brush your chest against his. If he had more free time, he’d ask for you to give him a lap dance every goddamn day.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

It may be hypocritical of him because of all the affairs he’s had, but he will not share you with anyone under any circumstances. He expects you to be loyal to him, and even if your relationship is more casual, he expects you not to see anyone else. If another man ever tries to flirt with you or does anything that pisses Félix off, all hell breaks loose. Another hard ‘no’ for him is anything that might inflict pain on him while you’re the one in charge. He’s fine with being restrained and submissive, but things like face slapping or choking are a turn off for him unless you’re asking for him to do it to you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Félix is not ashamed to say that he definitely prefers receiving oral from you. There’s no way he could turn down the chance to watch you wrap your lips around his cock. Although he prefers receiving, that’s not to say that he doesn’t also enjoy eating you out. It gives him as much pleasure as it gives you when he sees (or tastes) the effect he has on your body. He loves how much you praise him and how your body shakes from the pleasure. Félix is incredibly skilled with his mouth, and you love the way his beard feels against your skin when he kisses a path down your body.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

He switches between pace the same way that he switches between dominance and submission; it relies on whatever mood he’s in. You both love taking your time with each other, but when Félix comes home after a bad day, things get pretty heated in the bedroom. When he’s stressed or angry, he takes out all his frustrations on you. Expect a sore ass and wobbly legs the next day because Félix gets really rough when something sets him off. Sometimes you have to remind him to take it easy because he tends to manhandle you when he’s really pissed off. You don’t complain too much though because it always turns you on when he throws you onto the bed or pushes your head into the mattress while he fucks you from behind. On the other hand, when Félix is in a better mood, he is sweet and attentive. Whenever he feels vulnerable, that’s when he makes love to you slowly and intimately. You can’t choose which pace you like better because either way is enjoyable to you. Sometimes, both of you crave intimacy, and sometimes you just want to be fucked hard. Félix definitely delivers on both ends of the spectrum.

Q = Quickie (Their opinion on quickies rather than proper sex, how often)

Quickies are a staple in your relationship since Félix is always so busy. Sometimes he wishes he could take his time with you, but both of you know that his business comes first. For this reason, he’d rather just rely on many quickies throughout the week than making time to see you for longer periods. It’s something that has definitely brought up fights before, so Félix tries to be better at making plans with you instead of putting work first all the time. You win some and lose some with Félix, but he’s the man you fell for so you can’t complain about his ambitious nature. Mostly, you settle for the quickies and pray that he’ll take a day off soon so that the two of you can spend it in bed.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks)

Félix is always down to experiment in bed, but you’re normally the one who initiates it. When you met him, he was pretty old fashioned and vanilla, but you introduced him to kinkier things and he hasn’t gone back since then. He still relies on you to come up with new things to try in the bedroom. With his busy schedule, there isn’t much time for him to do research on ways to spice things up, but whenever you suggest something new, he’s always open to try it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go, how long do they last)

He’s ashamed to admit it, but after such long and exhausting days, Félix doesn’t have much left in him to go for many rounds. He can always push himself to last as long as you need him to, but after both of you have cum once, it normally ends there. You could never complain though, because he always makes sure you have a good time and that you’re satisfied.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Before he met you, Félix didn’t own any toys. It was actually your idea to buy the handcuffs and the ball gag, and he was happy to let you buy any other toys that tickled your fancy. He has no problem with using toys in the bedroom, but only when he’s got time on his hands. Most of the time, the toys are only used on you. They��re especially convenient if Félix is too tired for sex but you’re in the mood to play. Sometimes, he’ll watch you use the toys on yourself, and he’ll give you orders on how he wants you to touch yourself with them. At that point, it doesn’t matter how tired he is; once you’re done touching yourself, he begs you to make him cum next before he falls asleep.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

After work, Félix is too impatient and too tired to draw foreplay out any longer than it has to be. Once you’re ready for him, he doesn’t see the point in continuing to tease you. When he’s feeling more patient and willing to put in the time, then he’s more inclined to tease you either with his words or with lingering touches. He loves watching you get all riled up when he whispers something dirty in your ear; the way you blush and bite your bottom lip makes him grin like a cocky bastard.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what noises do they make)

Félix isn’t too loud when he groans or grunts, but when it comes to dirty talking, he will not shut up. It doesn’t matter if he’s feeling dominant or submissive, he will say the filthiest things in your ear while he’s fucking you no matter the mood he’s in. When he’s dominant or taking out his frustration on you, he brags about how you love when he’s rough with you. Sometimes he acts condescending and might even resort to minor name-calling, but only in a way that you’re comfortable with. When he’s feeling submissive, his dirty talk is more desperate and sounds almost like begging, but he would never admit that afterwards. In those moments, he praises you and tells you how good you make him feel.

W = Wild Card (random headcanon)

Something that Félix wants to do more of is telephone sex. When things get too hectic at work but he’s looking for a release, he likes the convenience of calling you and getting off to your voice over the phone. Sometimes he doesn’t even do it to masturbate. If something sets him off and he needs to calm down, he calls you immediately and listens to your soothing voice so that he can relax. He might never say it, but you’re his anchor whenever something goes wrong with the Plazas or if he feels like things aren’t going his way.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

His sex drive is average, fluctuating with whatever mood he’s in. When he’s thinking of work, he doesn’t really yearn for anything sexual. Mostly, sex is spontaneous for Félix. Either something will tick him off and he’ll need to expel some energy through sex, or you’ll do something that turns him on and all of a sudden he needs you badly. Given how strong your relationship is with him, it’s easy for Félix to get in the mood spontaneously.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Félix almost always falls asleep before you, and you don’t mind at all. You know he works hard every day, and it’s clear that the stress takes a toll on him. After sex, you snuggle up to his chest and let him rest. When he’s with you, he falls into a deep slumber, and it’s the only time that he doesn’t feel tense or anxious. Félix may suck at showing it sometimes, but you mean the world to him, and he’s not going to let anything separate the two of you.

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keysszz · 4 years

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i have a request- maybe something about mikey being in danger and all of his brothers worrying about him afterwards? sorry if this reqs sounds silly- i know little to nothing about writing, but your fics are AWESOME

@tenk0saur

Aw thanks! I actually love this idea!!!

Midnight Crisis

A ROTTMNT Fanfic

This hadn’t gone the way he expected…

Mikey had gone out late at night to get some fresh air (and to get some kind of new ideas for his drawings, art block was a pain), and the night had gone normal for the first thirty minutes. He had walked into the alleyways of the city to make sure that he wasn’t spotted by any humans.

Though if he thought about it, it’s not like anyone would have cared anyway. Everyone in New York had either seen or heard of mutants already, so he could walk into the streets whenever he wanted to.

What the box turtle didn’t anticipate was being ambushed by the Foot Clan.

It wasn’t that many soldiers; he could have taken them all he was sure, but the Foot Lieutenant kept making more and more paper ninjas, and Mikey was only one turtle. He swung his weapon in attempts to shred most of them, but since more were coming to attack, it wasn’t exactly an easy task.

The worst part was that he didn’t even tell his brothers where he was.

He shouldn’t even be out here right now. It was around midnight when he left, and who knows what time it was now. No one was awake at this time (well, maybe Leo was, but Mikey didn’t feel like checking), and since the box turtle was so good at sneaking out no one had heard him when he left. He wasn’t even sure that anybody would get up later; Raph and Splinter were such heavy sleepers that they probably wouldn’t hear if someone was in danger. Leo and Donnie did stay up late some night, but Mikey had assumed that Donnie was sleeping since he didn’t hear the sound of his tech whirling in the background.

Mikey was so deep into his thoughts that he didn’t realize a foot soldier was coming up behind him. The paper ninja punched the box turtle and sent him to the ground, making Mikey grunt in response. He rubbed his shell as he tried to make the pain go away.

“That’s gonna hurt later…” he whispered to himself. He looked up and his eyes went wide as he saw the number of ninjas that were around him.

He was surrounded… There was no way he could take them all.

Uh oh, he thought to himself. He could try and call his brothers, but there was no guarantee that they would pick up. There was also the fact that there were a number of paper ninjas around him, and he didn’t know if they would try and stop his call.

Mikey looked around and saw the Foot Lieutenant and Brute not too far away from him, and they appeared to be smiling. The Lieutenant made a couple more ninjas before leaving with his partner.

“What about the kid?” the Brute asked.

“Leave him,” the Lieutenant answered. “The ninjas can handle him.”

Mikey watched as they slowly got out of view, and he stared back at his problem. Fear started to rise up in him as the paper ninjas waited for his next move.

He was trapped.

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As he walked into the kitchen, he stifled a yawn as he went to start up the coffee maker.

He hadn’t been up for that long, he only woke up a couple of minutes ago. Donnie planned to spend the rest of the morning working. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N needed a new upgrade, and he might as well work on his other pieces of tech while he was at it. He looked at the clock as he drank his coffee, seeing that it read 3:23 a.m.

He was surprised that Leo wasn’t up right now. The slider normally had problems dealing with his insomnia, and Donnie would find him in the living room watching a movie in hopes of falling back asleep.

Donnie took his mug and walked back into the lab, stopping outside of Mikey’s room.

Huh… He didn’t see Mikey lurking around the lair when he got his coffee.

Raising an eyebrow, Donnie walked into his younger brother’s room.

“Micheal, you in here?” Donnie called out. He didn’t get a response, so he decided to check around the lair to see if his brother was just having a rough night.

That’s when he began to get worried.

Mikey wasn’t in the lair at all. Donnie had made sure to double-check each room to make sure (heck, he even triple-checked the box turtle’s room), but there was no sign of him.

Maybe Leo knew where he was.

The softshell took his mug and walked to his twin’s room, placing down the mug on the slider’s side table. He shook Leo in hopes to wake him up, smiling when Leo let out a grunt.

“The one time I get to sleep, someone has to wake me up…” Leo groaned. He opened his eyes and raised a non-existing eyebrow at his twin.

“Donnie?” he asked as he rubbed his eyes. “What is it? Do you need help with a project or something? Because I’m sorry, but I’m just not in the mood to work right now.”

“No, it’s not that,” Donnie responded. “I was going to ask if you knew where Mikey was.”

“Shouldn’t he be in his room?”

“If that was the case I wouldn’t be asking you where he was, now would I?”

Leo sat up in his bed and looked at his brother, worry slowly filling his voice.

“Wait, what are you saying?”

“He’s not in the lair, Leon,” Donnie responded with a frown. “I don’t know where he is.”

“Can’t you track his phone?” Leo asked.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean it’s on him,” Donnie answered. “But it would give us a good estimate of where he would be.”

Leo got out of his bed and followed his twin to the lab. He watched as Donnie tapped into one of his computers, and he smiled a bit when Mikey’s image popped up on the screen.

“It looks likes he’s in some alleyway,” Donnie thought out loud.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Leo said as he turned towards the exit. “Let’s go find him.”

“Shouldn’t we wake up Raph?” Donnie questioned.

“By the time he wakes up, Mikey could be in danger,” Leo replied. He walked out of the lab and went to his room to grab his sword as Donnie grabbed his techbo from his desk. He followed Leo out of the room, both of them walking towards the exit and into the city in search of their younger brother.

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He was getting tired of this.

He was outnumbered. Every attack he would land on one of those foot faces he would get punched and thrown off guard. He had many bruises on his arms and legs, and he was starting to wonder if he could take any more of this.

He shouldn’t have left the lair. If he had just stayed in his bed and waited until morning, maybe Donnie or Leo could have gone out with him. He’d have someone with him, and he wouldn’t have to deal with this whole situation.

...What if his brothers never found him?

He was sure that someone had to be up by now, right? Donnie would wake up soon and start working on his tech, and he would have to notice that the box turtle was missing. But if that’s the case, why didn’t Donnie call him?

Mikey was then punched by another foot ninja and sent to the ground, and he decided to look at his phone to see if he had any messages. He glanced up before he did and knocked one of the oncoming ninjas away from him to buy him time.

“Of course…” Mikey groaned. “It had to die now, didn’t it?”

He threw his phone back in his pouch and stood up as he fought more of the foot.

Hopefully, his brothers would find him soon.

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“He should be around here somewhere,” Donnie muttered as he jumped down from on top of one of the buildings.

“I don’t see him,” Leo said with a frown. “Are you sure your tech is correct?”

“My tech is never wrong,” Donnie scoffed. “Well, most of the time it’s never wrong…”

Just then the twins heard a faint voice and looked behind them, trying to find the source of the noise.

“Something tells me that he’s over there…” Leo pointed. Both turtles ran over to see who had yelled out and they stopped once they saw the scene before them.

Mikey had been ambushed. And by the looks of it, he couldn’t take any more hits.

Donnie took out his techbo and charged at the foot soldiers as Leo went for Mikey.

“Miguel, you ok?” Leo asked as he pulled Mikey out of the fight, hitting a couple of ninjas as they went for him.

“Yeah... yeah, I’m fine…” Mikey answered.

“What were you thinking?!” Leo questioned with anger (though he was mostly concerned). “Why did you leave, let alone not tell anyone?”

“I just wanted some fresh air,” Mikey responded, wincing as his bruises began to hurt. Leo noticed and sat Mikey down against the wall as he looked at his brother with worrying eyes.

“Stay here,” he told the orange masked turtle. “I’m gonna go help out Donnie.”

Mikey watched as Leo went and fought the remaining foot soldiers, though it didn’t seem like Donnie needed help. Once they had finished them off and made sure there were no more, they both went to inspect Mikey’s wounds.

“Do you know how much danger you could have gotten into?!” Donnie asked. “If I didn’t wake up and realize you were gone, who knows what would have happened to you!”

“I know…” Mikey said quietly. “I’m sorry, Dee.”

“At least tell us where you’re going next time,” Leo sighed. “Or better yet, just wait until morning.”

“Let’s get going,” Donnie said as he helped Mikey up. “I need to check and see how badly you got hurt once we get back to the lair.”

Leo began to walk in front of the two brothers and Mikey followed behind, stopping when he felt Donnie tap his shoulder. Mikey turned around and frowned once he saw Donnie with his arms crossed.

“Donnie, I know you’re mad,” Mikey started. He looked at the ground as he continued. “And I’m really sorry, I won’t-”

Mikey startled at the sudden hug he was giving. He looked up at his genius brother in confusion.

“You really had me worried Michael,” Donnie whispered. “I don’t know what I would have done if you were hurt more than you already are.”

Mikey smiled softly and leaned into his brother’s hug.

“I see you’re getting better at managing your feelings,” Mikey chuckled. He began to laugh as once Donnie groaned.

“No one told me we were hugging now!” Leo exclaimed as he got into the hug as well. “I was wondering why I didn’t hear you guys behind me.”

“Ok, hug over!” Donnie said as he pulled away from his brothers. “We gotta get back to the lair.”

Mikey laughed as Donnie and Leo walked in front of him.

He always knew Donnie could express his feelings. Maybe he should do more sessions with Dr. Feelings, just to make sure the softshell was improving.

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanfic #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #coolkat answers #coolkat writes

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comelylust · 4 years

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Alphabet SFW- Miguel Rojo

Miguel, besides being my main , is also my husband.

𝓐 = Affection (How affectionate are they?).

Miguel is affectionate in his somewhat rough manner, when they are in public he would always be on top of you, he does not like other men to see you therefore he will hold you as if you were his property (holding your hip, wrapping you completely in his arms, kissing you). When he is calm he will hold your hand gently or lend his arm to hold you. He really strives to make the affection more comfortable since he lost the only person giving it to him and completely forgot what that warmth feels like.

𝓑 = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

(I have a scenario that I wrote about this a long time ago, so I will try to recycle it and make a better summary)

You and your friend decided to travel to Spain to see the next stage of the competition up close, you really didn't want to be that close to the fight but your friend insisted on going all the way to the front get the best view. Miguel was there walking towards the front as he cracked his knuckles as usual, got into his dominant pose and took a quick look at the audience, when something or rather someone caught his eye. It was you in the front with a face full of emotion as you encouraged the fight to begin. He doesn't know how long he was watching you, but if he noticed when you made eye contact with him, Miguel quickly averted his eyes and focused on his opponent, you were otherwise confused as you looked around for the person who was staring insistently. The fight began and the curly-haired man looked distracted, to be honest he was fighting very badly, when he took a considerable distance from his opponent he looked at the audience again to meet your gaze, this time a more obvious one, at this moment you blushed so much that you tried to hide between your hands until you saw that the opponent was quickly approaching the " concentrate" is the only thing you could shout before the man received a blow. I don't want this to drag on so you found him in a bar nearby and he bought you a drink.

𝓒 = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He likes cuddling with you when he's having a bad day which is almost always, He loves it when he's in a bad mood and you caress his hair to calm him down, although this won't tell you. On days when he can't relax you hold his hand and guide him to the couch, after you've sat him down you place your head in his lap forcing him to stay still, he pretends to be upset but deep down he enjoys it too much.

𝓓 = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I really see him as an indecisive man, that the word revenge will always come first, to settle down you must wait a long time and when I say a long time it is years really, deep down he wants to be with you but at the same time the death of his sister will get in the way. When he left home he couldn't cook and he would keep his room messy, now that he is an adult he learned to cook but he is still a messy man.

𝓔 = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Excuse me but I think that along the relationship you would end a few times, always mentioning that you need to take revenge and that you are in the way to do it, when Jin disappeared his reason to keep living also disappeared so this would be another excuse to end with you.

𝓕 = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

When he decided to propose to you, he did it in a casual and simple way, I imagine him doing it while he goes to pick you up from work in his car, it is rush hour so he tells you while waiting for the intensity of the cars to go down. "Will you marry me?" he says without looking away from the traffic light.

𝓖 = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

It's bad for the emotional gentleness but it's nice that he's trying to make you feel better and you remember that he's only like that with you. In physical kindness he is a little more experienced, hugging you and giving you soft kisses giving you your space if you really need it.

𝓗 = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He won't admit it but he loves hugs, this man is over 6 ft so every time he hugs you his head will rest on yours and you will take advantage of smelling his wonderful cologne. He also likes to lift you up on his arms in a bridal style or on his back, depending on the situation including on his shoulders.

𝓘 = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It will take time for Miguel to express the L-word, for him it is a deep word and he wants to understand it. It is so rare when he uses it since the last person he did it with was his sister. When he says it, it is spontaneous and can happen in random situations, making you smile foolishly "Are you really in such a good mood because of a single word?" rolling his eyes, his words are harsh but deep down they show kindness and a pass to his true feelings.

𝓙 = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

They call him "El matador" not because he is a bullfighter but because he is a violent man. Too jealous and possessive, not to the point of being toxic, it is not that he doesn't trust you but he is afraid of losing you, any guy that approaches you will be dead. Sometimes it bothers you because the guy just asked for the time, but he won't change that.

𝓚 = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Hungry, intense and wet. They will always leave you feeling like you want more and the tingling can last all day. Angry kisses are his specialty, he will bite your lips and play with your tongue, always leaving you gasping for air.

𝓛 = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He likes children, is good at taking care of them to some extent, is upset when they start crying or throwing a tantrum in general. He doesn't think much about being a father, it's a subject that is far from his future, but if by "accident" you get pregnant he won't walk away, on the contrary he will take the initiative to improve as a person.

𝓜 = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Lazy, Miguel wakes up late and late I mean it can be 1 pm and he will still stay in bed, you have to get him up for breakfast and get ready to go to work, when you are preparing breakfast he tends to approach you and hug you from behind while trying to keep sleep out of his body.

𝓝 = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

If it's a good day he'll come early and prepare dinner, you'll shower together and sleep in each other's arms.

But if it's a bad day, he'll arrive late, drunk and beaten, mostly in a bad mood, he'll just go to bed.

𝓞 = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves?

I see Miguel as a man who will not open so easily with anyone, even to start a relationship can take years, now to be open will cost a lot of work, is a person who is distrustful and does not want their weaknesses used against them.

When he finally does, he finds you to be a very special person.

𝓟 = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Hello? We are talking about Miguel, he has 0 patience knowing him tends to explode more easily.

When you help him vent his anger (if you don't speak Spanish) you will ask him to calm down as you find it hard to understand him for some reason that works quite well.

𝓠 = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember?

He is always distracted and tends to forget the less important things. .but you'll always be on his mind

𝓡 = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

When you first met, you found him near his sister's grave, put a flower on it and then left without asking questions. He took it as an emotional thing so he remembers it perfectly.

𝓢 = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

OVERPROTECTION, he does not want the events of his past to be repeated so he will always be on top of you, even if you tell him you can defend yourself he refuses to let you.

𝓣 = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

It's simple and not very detailed, he'll probably take you to the bar where he's been living since he left home.

𝓤 = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

- That he prefers alcoholic beverages to drown his problems.

- To fight with anyone who looks at him xD

𝓥 = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

Based on his wardrobe, you can tell he's a man who doesn't care what he looks like.

𝓦 = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Of course, as I mentioned earlier, he'd fall back into depression if he lost you.

𝓧 = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He likes to dance.

I don't see him dancing flamenco but he does dance tango.

The third thing he loves is his car.

𝓨 = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He hates it when he finds a partner who doesn't fully trust him.

𝓩 = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

Before I started a relationship with someone, I would take a long time to sleep or just fall asleep no matter what was going on around me.

When he started a relationship the routine changed completely, now he waits for you to sleep first.

#Tekken #miguel caballero rojo #tekken 6 #Miguel Tekken #Tekken 7 #Tekken Miguel

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jessicaroffe · 4 years

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You know when you have an idea of nothing and you share it with your friend and she tells you that the idea is very interesting? my friend and I had an idea of what a crossover between Sherlolly and Good Omens would be like. We are still working on the chapters but I brought you something to get an idea of what it would be.

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Between Heaven and Hell

He placed the book in its respective space on the library shelf, sighed in satisfaction as he admired the shelf and saw it well organized, he was proud of his work and one of his greatest treasures; he heard the bell at the entrance of the establishment ring, walked to the free space he had at the entrance of the library seeing Miguel and Gabriel standing like real dizzy cockroaches, Aziraphale felt sorry for his brothers when they walked on Earth, as they did not know about human customs they knew how to behave and when they "tried" to deceive mortals it was very weird.

Gabriel spoke up -We came to deliver a .....

-Fanfic! -Michael added.

-Exactly, fanfic.

Everyone present at the place looked at the two as if they had mental problems, Aziraphale looked around in embarrassment.

-P-please come with me. - went to a reserved area of the place, when Aziraphale confirmed that there would be no one around Gabriel started.

–We received reliable information that the incarnation of Eve and Adam are here in the city.

Such information surprised the angel, Eve and Adam were their first mission on Earth after they left and never heard from him again, the news was really unexpected.

-That ... it's ... it's good ... isn't it?

-Go if they come to the light side. -Miguel replied with pride talking about heaven.

-It was just that? -Aziraphale asked hopefully.

–Aziraphale, you as a good child of God must know that just as the actions of Adam and Eve had an effect in the past, they can have an effect again now, perhaps more drastically than before, there is a prophecy that says that if Eve is not influenced by correctly, chaos on Earth can occur and only the love of your life, Adam, can save you. –Gabriel added.

At that moment Aziraphale was already wondering why Gabriel and Miguel were telling him that, he was going to have to do something, he sure would.

-You have been here on Earth for a long time and have always been efficient in your work, we will give you the mission of making the two stay together, so that chaos does not occur, we had to take such measures, because the opposite side decided to act and interfere with the natural line of events and sent a demon to do the job. –Miguel explained.

-So I will be a cupid?

–What is a cupid? -Gabriel asked.

-Nothing, forget it.

–Anyway. -Gabriel snapped his fingers and a folder appeared in his hand. -We found out the whereabouts of the two and they are here in London, another reason why it was you, their names are Molly Hooper and Sherlock Holmes, all the details of them will be here.

Gabriel handed the folder to Aziraphale, before leaving the folder in full possession of the angel he warned him.

-We trust you Aziraphale. -The angel swallowed, a little terrified by the subtended threat, he knew that this mission was not just any one, peace on Earth depended on him which worried him, because if the punishments failed, they would be severe.

Gabriel and Miguel left the room and the first one shouted.

–Thanks for my fanfics!

Aziraphale leaned against a table he had there to process the information, what did he get into? He soon remembered that he would be fighting with a demon who would be there to disrupt his plans, he took a deep breath.

-I just hope that the demon is not Crowley.

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Molly promised herself that she would get back on top with her passion for Sherlock, she would move on and meet other people, she was never a woman to have many dates, she also didn't want to appeal to modern relationship apps, so she thought an agency that held meetings in the dark, made the registration by email, made its due demands regarding the person who would have the meeting, the man could be a little older, nothing more than five years older than her, who had a good musical taste, a good conversation, and was red, yes, red! Molly had even thought that the best way to forget someone who doesn't return their affection for her would be to cut off any resemblance to the next one, no dark brown hair then.

On the day of the meeting he left the office at Bart's and went straight home, he wanted to have at least a few extra hours to get ready calmly, this was his first date after he broke up with Tom, which in the case had been two years since do not go out with someone, I was not nervous, it was something different, perhaps an anxiety, I hoped that those who knew today could give you a thread of hope.

She chose a red skirt and a white blouse with cherries as prints, as it was summer in London, she didn’t need a coat or something, she did light makeup and styled her hair with a braid on the side of her head and her inseparable ponytail, picked up her bag and headed for the meeting place. On the way he wondered if it was the right thing to do, had he not given up on Sherlock more easily? He had already demonstrated a few times that he cared about his feelings, but she couldn't wait for miracles to come from him, there were times when she asked God to send her concrete signs that what she felt for him will one day be reciprocated “maybe not this time. life. ”, the chestnut thought a little discouraged.

Upon arriving at the restaurant where the meeting would take place, he introduced himself and asked the attendant if the person who booked the table with her had already arrived, as the establishment was a partner of the agency, all the attendants were already used to the routine of the place, he led to the round wooden table with a U-shaped sofa where an apparently tall red-haired man with dark glasses (who covered the entire side view not showing any crack in his eyes) then he saw Molly's presence and soon stood up .

"Hello!" Said Crowley excitedly. "You owe me company tonight," he finished by kissing Molly's hands.

- Hello, - he said a little embarrassed. - I'm Molly Hopper and you are?

- Anthony J. Crowley, at your service.

While talking Molly found Crowley very interesting, enigmatic with those sunglasses (which she really didn't know why he was wearing this time of night, would remind me to ask him later), funny, talking about things as interesting as if had lived thousands of years.

- So Molly, what do you do with your life?

- I'm a pathologist at St Bartholomew's Hospital.

- Wow. It must be a difficult job.- he said smiling.

- Until not, the dead are not the problem, the living that appear there wanting information or sometimes clues. Molly said and took a sip of the wine in her glass.

- And this guy would be a coworker or ex boyfriend ?!

Molly laughed at Crowley's questioning and shook her head.

- No, no, let's say he's more like a co-worker than anything else.

Well, if I can say something, he's an idiot. He doesn't really know what he's missing. ”Crowley smiled seductively and Molly bit her bottom lip and let a red appear on her face.“ I don't know about you, but here's boredom, come on.

Crowley got up leaving the money on the table, Moly was confused by his sudden action, but decided to follow him.

-Where are we going? Hooper questioned.

-You must spend a lot of time inside a morgue that doesn't do any good to anyone, let's have fun, do you dance?

"I'm not much of a thing," Molly said sincerely and found it too crazy for a first date in the dark.

- No problem. I'll teach you. Come on.- the redhead held out his hand to Molly who accepted.

Outside Crowley, he made his way to his car. Molly was feeling like a real adventure, a mixture of fear and excitement was running through her blood, she barely knew the guy next to her and they were already going to a nightclub, what if he were to traffic her? Or drug her and leave her on the street? "Stop paranoia Molly" Molly scolded herself in thought.

- So, how do we go to this nightclub you talked about?

- Let's go in my car. - The taller looked at Molly, at that moment curiosity hit her, she imagined what such a car would be like an ordinary car like all the others, but when Crowley approached a Bentley Molly she couldn't help but show surprise! - Then? What did you think? - is leaned against the car.

- He's very, very different.

- Is this different good or bad?

- It's a very good different. I never rode such a model.

- Feel free, miss. Crowley opened the door and pointed into the car like a real gentleman.

-Thanks.

As soon as he closed the passenger door he went around and got into the driver's side.

“So where's this club at?” Asked Molly.

- Stay in Soho, I discovered this place a few years ago.

- Hmm looks cool.

Upon arriving at the nightclub that was packed with songs from the 70s and 80s and with all the themed decor of those decades, with lights, a dance floor and everything else that was entitled to a themed nightclub.

Crowley took Molly's hand and led it to the center of the floor where he was playing “Night Fever” by

Bee Gees and making a few steps the redhead approached as if calling to join him in the roar of the music.

- Wow, I ... I like to take a few steps but I'm not much of a thing.- Molly said sincerely and found it very crazy for a first date in the dark.

- No problems! I teach you! Come on.- the redhead held out his hand for Molly to rise from the table.

Crowley insisted on paying the dinner bill and then headed out of the restaurant.

- So, how do we go to this nightclub you talked about?

- Let's go in my car. - The taller looked at Molly, at that moment she did not know what to expect, imagined that it would be an ordinary car like all the others, but when Crowley approached an old car model Molly can't help but show surprise! - Then?! What did you think? - is leaned against the car.

- Wow! He's very, very different.

- Is this different good or bad?

- It's a very good different. I never rode such a model.

- Feel free, miss. Crowley opened the door and pointed into the car like a real gentleman.

-Thanks.

As soon as he closed the passenger door he went around and got into the driver's side.

“So where's this club at?” Asked Molly.

- Stay in Soho, I discovered this place a few years ago.

- Hmm looks cool.

Upon arriving at the nightclub that was packed with songs from the 70s and 80s and with all the thematic decoration of those decades, with lights, a dance floor and everything else that was entitled to a themed nightclub.

Crowley took Molly's hand and led it to the center of the floor where he was playing “Night Fever” by

Bee Gees and making a few steps the redhead approached as if calling to join him in the roar of the music.

It was not possible to notice that they were being watched by a certain consultant detective who was sitting on the other side of the establishment.

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The question now is this ... Does this fic have a future? I'm dying to know your opinion.

#Sherlock #sherlolly #molly hooper #good omens #fanfic

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sweetiepie08 · 5 years

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Musician with Poison Tears (Chapter 8)

Miguel Rivera’s been fascinated by the story of the legendary ghost, the Musician with Poison Tears, since he was a kid. He’s always wanted to know the full story behind the weeping specter that haunts the train station with its invisible guitar. Now 18, the travels to Mexico City to try to observe the ghost from afar and get some clues about its origin. Who knows? He might even get a song out of it.

This story is based on the art and ghost!au created by @melcecilia14. Go check out her artwork here, here, here, and here. It’s really awesome.

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9. Chapter 10. Epilogue.

Bonus.

When they arrived at the train station, Abel and Rosa asked if he wanted them to go in. He thanked them, but decided he wanted to go in alone. I’m the one who messed things up. I should be the one to fix it.

Over the last few days, Miguel had grown used to being greeted by ghostly guitar music and Héctor calling his name. Today, he was met with only the rumbling bustle of the train station. Instead, Miguel scanned the crowd, hoping to see the ghost’s transparent head or floating feet. “Héctor?” he called. A few living men turned and glanced at him before shrugging and moving on, but no ghosts.

Suddenly, he felt something cold whoosh by him. He turned to his left to see Héctor materialize right before his eyes. The ghost gave the glass doors a determined look. He sped toward them, phased through, then rematerialized back inside. Héctor let out a frustrated huff and geared up to try again.

“Héctor?” Miguel tried again. “Ghost Héctor? What are you doing?”

The ghost looked up and his eyes widened when he saw who called his name. A trickle of blood at his lips suddenly disappeared. “Miguel!” He rushed forward and threw his arms around his friend. “I am so sorry, Miguel.”

“You’re sorry?” Miguel asked. A cold tingling enveloped him under the ghost’s attempt at an embrace.

“When I saw you were gone, I was afraid I scared you away, but then I started thinking about how awful you felt when I looked into your soul. I spent all night trying to get out and find you but…”

“Héctor, it’s okay. I’m okay,” Miguel said, hearing himself imitate his father’s comforting tones. “I actually came here to apologize to you.”

“Apologize?”

“For not believing you and…” he swallowed, “for not telling you everything.”

“What are you talking about, Miguel?”

He moved toward a bench by the windows. “You might want to sit down if you can. There’s a lot to go over.”

“Okay, you’re starting to worry me with that face,” Héctor said with a nervous laugh as he perched on the bench beside Miguel. “What’s going on?”

Miguel let out a heavy breath and looked at the floor. He wanted to stare at the tiles for the whole confession, but he heard his mother’s voice in his head. Look them in the eyes. It doesn’t count unless you look them in the eyes. He looked up. “First of all, I’m sorry I didn’t believe you about being Ernesto’s music partner, and I’m sorry I didn’t believe you wrote your songs.”

“What changed your mind?

“My cousins and I did some research,” he explained. “We found old newspaper ads from Ernesto’s first tour and for every ad up until he left Mexico City, there’s a Héctor listed right next to his name. But that’s not all. You know that songbook I told you about? They’ve actually compared the writing in it with samples of his and it didn’t match. They even compared it with examples of his handwriting from the time the book was written, but it still wasn’t a match. There’s a lot of people who think he lied about writing the songs. I never believed it, but now, with you claiming you wrote them, when you have nothing to gain by it and weren’t even alive when he was famous… it just makes too much sense.”

He went quite for a short moment. “If you knew this already, why did it take you a day to believe me?”

A lump formed in Miguel’s throat. He knew the answer, but it seemed so stupid compared to what the ghost had to go through all these years.

“Because I wasn’t ready,” he admitted. The shame pulled his eyes away. “I’ve looked up to de la Cruz practically my whole life. You see, a long time ago, my great-great grandfather abandoned his family to pursue his dream of becoming a famous musician. He never came back. Ever since then, my entire family hated music. They think music is what tore our family apart. But, I just can’t help it. I love music. It just… The way it makes me feel… When I hear a great song or I play my guitar, my imagination goes wild and I feel a fire in my chest. Not like heartburn or something, but more like… the sun is coming from inside me.”

“I know exactly what you mean,” Héctor answered. “It is your passion, a part of you.”

Miguel’s face lit up. “Yeah, and that rush you get when performing, or that feeling when you finally find the right note or the right word… With music, I can say things I can’t say any other way. There’s nothing like it.”

“You are an artist, Miguel.” Warmth radiated from Héctor’s smile. “That is why you feel this way. You can’t help being a musician."

“Well, my family doesn’t want me to be a musician,” Miguel huffed, crossing his arms. “That’s why I idealized de la Cruz so much. I’d hear his songs or watch his interviews and I’d think, ‘He gets it. He would understand how I’m feeling.’ Sometimes, before my cousins found out, I’d think he was the only person in the world who would support my dream. When it became clear he was just a liar and a thief, even when the evidence was staring me in the face, I couldn’t accept it.”

“I see, but you understand there are more musicians in the world than him, ones who share your drive to create.”

“Like you.” Miguel could hardly believe it. He was finally having the kind of conversations he hoped to have one day. He always wanted someone, another musician, who shared his passion, who would understand. Who’d have thought he’d find that in a hundred-year-old ghost?

Then he remembered. He wasn’t here to talk music. He was here on business. “I’ve always wanted someone to talk about this stuff with, but I’m afraid there’s more to tell.”

“Okay, uh, you look serious again…”

Miguel swallowed. There’s no good way to do this. “Héctor, do you remember much about how you died?”

“Let’s see…” He closed his eyes to concentrate. When he opened them again, they glowed white. “I was walking to the train station when I felt a pain in my stomach. I remember falling to my knees, but after some time, the pain passed and I felt fine again. I got up and kept walking. I made it to the station but no one could see me or talk to me. It took me a while to accept it, but eventually I realized I was dead and I was a ghost.” The light went out of his eyes and he turned back to Miguel. “That’s all I remember.”

“What about before? You said Ernesto was there and he gave you a toast.”

“He did, that’s true.”

“Do you remember what he said?”

“You mean that he would move heaven and earth for me?” Héctor answered bitterly. “Instead, all he did was steal my music and try to erase my existence.”

Miguel nodded slowly. Now came the hard part. “Yeah, well, the thing is, Ernesto de la Cruz wasn’t just famous for his music. He also starred in a lot of films.” Does he know what films are? No time to explain, just move on. He quickly pulled up a video on his phone. “In one of them, there’s a character who says something very similar and, look.” He turned the phone so that Héctor could see it.

I would move heaven and earth for you mi amigo. Salud!

Gah! Poison!

As he heard the clip play out, Miguel looked away, hoping to give the ghost some semblance of privacy. He wasn’t sure what the proper protocol was when telling someone they may have been murdered. Would Héctor want privacy? Would he want to talk about it or be left alone? Would he even understand what Miguel was trying to show him?

“Poison?”

Miguel looked back.

The tears on the ghost’s face dried in an instant. “He poisoned me…”

“There’s no way to be sure-”

“No I can be sure.” Héctor’s voice remained quiet. “I remember now, wondering what could have caused my death, if it was something I ate or drank. Now I know. That drink was the last thing I had before I died. Come to think of it, he hid the glasses while he poured it. I thought nothing of it. I never imagined…” His face melted into rage and he rose up toward the ceiling. “How could he do that to me?!”

Miguel opened his mouth then shut it again. What could he say? What was there to say?

The lights flickered rapidly as Héctor continued his tirade. “We were friends! Our whole lives! I never saw my family again! I’ve been trapped here for over a century! All for a few songs? Was that all my life was worth to him?”

“Héctor? Maybe you should…”

“He took my songs! He took my future, my life, my family! He took everything from me!”

The florescent lights overhead burst and the smell of smoke filled the train station. Miguel thought he could feel a sharp shard prick him as it fell. The people around them muttered frantically and the station staff hurried to try to fix the problem.

“Héctor?” Miguel tried again.

The ghost looked down at Miguel. The rage on his face faded and he descended back down to earth, deflated. “I’m sorry, Miguel.”

“No, don’t be. If there were ever a time to blow-up the lights…”

“It’s my fault,” Héctor said. He slumped on the bench, hunched over, eyes toward the floor. “I should have seen Ernesto for what he was. I should have left him sooner. In fact, I never should have left my family at all.”

“It’s not your fault.” Miguel tried to put a hand on Héctor’s back but it went right through. Instead, he held his hand where the specter’s body began and let the cold nip at his hand. “You said you and Ernesto were friends for your whole lives. You should have been able to trust him. He’s the one who betrayed you.”

Héctor looked up. A weak smile tugged at his lip, then disappeared.

“Have you noticed you stopped crying?”

“It seems I have,” the ghost said as he put a hand to his cheek. “Poison tequila, right? I guess, in some way, I always knew.”

“So, no more uncontrollable crying, no more bleeding from the mouth,” Miguel said with an attempt at a smile. “Those must be good signs, right?”

“Maybe,” Héctor looked down at his transparent hands and flexed his fingers. “I know now who I am and why I’m here.”

“But something’s still wrong.”

“Of course there is!” He rose up off the bench. “I just found out my best friend murdered me! I spent a century tapped here! Is this all there is for me?” He sighed and deflated, lowering himself back down again. “I always thought, once I remembered my past, I’d cross over. At least then, I’d get to see my family again. I could tell them how sorry I was that I left, that I stayed away so long. I never came back to them. They never knew I was dead. Do they think I abandoned them? That I didn’t love them enough to come home? They must hate me…”

“Héctor…”

“If I could just see them again, I could tell them that all I wanted was to come home. Every day on that tour, I wished I could be home with them.” He closed his eyes and clutched his hands at his chest. “I love them so much, Miguel. I love them so much that it hurts. I used to never feel anything before but now, it hurts just knowing I may never see them again.”

Miguel chewed his lip as he thought. Héctor had his memories back, at least the important ones, but it still wasn’t enough. Something still had to happen, but what? Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out together. “You will,” he said firmly.

Héctor looked up. “What?”

“We’re going to make that happen.”

“What are you talking about?”

“We’re going to figure out whatever it takes to get you to the afterlife.” He tried to put his hand on Héctor’s shoulder, but it phased through. He accepted the cold tingles on his hand and he continued. “You’re going to see your family again and I’m not going to give up until that happens.”

Héctor flashed a weak smile, but it quickly dissolved. “But when I first met you, you said you had to go home at the end of the week. How much time do you have left? The days run together in here so…”

“I don’t have to go home.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m staying with my grandparents and I’m going to live with them while I go to university. I’m coming back in a few months so I might as well just stay. I’m sure they won’t mind.”

“But…”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s settled. I’m staying in Mexico City.”

A familiar scolding tone sounded from behind him. “What do you mean you’re staying?”

Miguel turned to see his cousins standing behind him. Rosa hand her arms crossed and glared at him in a way that reminded him of Abuelita’s stories about Mamá Imelda. “Rosa?” Miguel said with a shaky laugh. “I thought you guys were outside.”

“We saw the lights flickering and got concerned,” Abel answered. He didn’t look as mad as his sister, but he was giving Miguel a sorry-but-I’m-siding-with-her kind of look.

“Oh yeah, well there’s good news,” Miguel piped up, hoping to add some levity to the situation. “Héctor remembered his death and he was definitely murdered by de la Cruz.” He paused and cringed as he heard what he just said. “I realize that doesn’t sound like good news now that I’ve said it out loud but…”

“Forget it,” Rosa snapped. She softened her glare as she turned her attention to Héctor. “I’m glad you’re getting your memories back, but we need to talk to Miguel real quick.”

Rosa grabbed his hand and pulled him away leaving Héctor floating by the bench. “What’s this about staying in Mexico City?” Rosa said, once they were out of the ghost’s earshot. “Our family expects us back in Santa Cecelia in 2 days.”

“I know but I can’t just leave anymore,” Miguel replied. “Héctor needs my help.”

“With what?” Rosa snapped in a hushed tone. “He remembers his past and he’s still here. What more can we do?”

“I don’t know, but I’ll figure something out. I promised him.”

“You promised Abuelita, remember?”

“It’s just a little bit longer.”

“It’s just a little bit now,” Abel cut in, “but then it’ll be a little bit more and a little bit more until you never come home.”

“You don’t know that,” Miguel argued. What was with them? He was only going to stay a few extra days or weeks. Sure, didn’t know exactly how much longer he’d be here, but it wasn’t like…

“Remember Mamá Coco?”

Miguel’s blood went cold as soon as those words left Rosa’s lips.

“Rosa…” Abel said in a warning tone.

She ignored him and pressed on. “Remember how, toward the end, she used to stare at the door and say she was waiting for her Papa to come home? Remember how painful that was for Abuelita to watch? You want to leave her like that? Staring at the door, hoping that maybe one day you’ll walk though it? Maybe it’ll be little Coco waiting for you.”

Her words sent a sharp pain through his heart. “That’s a low blow, Rosa. I’m not going to be like him. I’m coming back, just not now.”

“Maybe you won’t be like him and maybe you will. That’s up to you,” Rosa said sternly with a steady stare. “But if you don’t want to be like him, you need to start by keeping your promises. You can’t just say you’re coming home, you need to do it and you need to do it when you promised you would.”

“Miguel, go home.”

Miguel turned to see Héctor hovering just over his shoulder. “Héctor, I…”

“It sounds like you have an important promise to keep,” he continued.

“Helping you is important.” Miguel felt a lump form in his throat. How could Héctor be saying this? He’d been alone for a hundred years. Was he really willing to go back to that again?

“Miguel, all I want is to see my family again,” Héctor said softly. “I can’t keep you from seeing yours. You might think you’ll never run out of chances to be with them, but the fact is you will, and you never know when that day will come.”

Miguel blinked back the tears forming in the rims of his eyes. “I can’t leave you.”

Héctor smiled and floated down to Miguel’s eye level. “I’ll be alright,” he said, putting a hand on Miguel’s shoulder. “It’s only a few months. I’ve lasted this long, haven’t I?”

“But-”

“Miguel, you’ve already helped me more than I can ever repay. Go, see your family. I’ll be alright.”

Miguel leapt forward and put his arms around his friend as best as he could. “I’m coming back for you. I won’t let you be all alone again, I promise. I’ll help you cross over. You’ll see your family again, whatever it takes.”

Cold tingling enveloped him again as Héctor returned the hug. “I believe you, Miguel. Thank you for all you’ve done.” He released the hug and placed his hands on Miguel’s shoulders. The warmth in his smile far outweighed his freezing touch. “Now go. You can’t keep your family waiting.”

#coco #coco fanfiction #ghost au #ghost hector #hector rivera #miguel rivera #rosa rivera #abel rivera #sweetiepie08 #mwpt #coco ghost au #ghost au coco #sweetiepie writes #sweetiepie fanfiction

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Can’t wait for Mac Miller’s Spirit to enter the next body of a genius .

I was hit with the deepest depression of my life the day Mac Miller died.

I sunk into a place, covered myself with a blanket then with dirt then a stone to cover the tumb after I hung a do not disturb sign at the door.

It’s not because I was a huge Mac fan, knew every one of his lyrics or even could tell you much about his life.

But Mac Millers time marked significance in my time. His death reminded me of the death of friends and dreams. Conscious friends and lucid dreams.

I started smoking weed in 12 the grade. I had little to nothing and new little to nothing about myself. I was told I was intelligent. I didn’t know how to swim.

I was just a foster kids with no definition of home and no desire to make one or be subdued by the offering of one or family.

I was alone I felt alone. I was ok in that for years.

So like most teens when you first start smoking in highschool I bought weed from the proclaimed misfits, the kids whos two parents didn’t get them, loved kid cuddi,

smoked weed and who bummed cigarettes off each other .Going in on an 8th together. They took their dirty fingernails to the weed to break it up.

I watched friend’s roll it with his saliva and dark lips.

White and black alike we all gathered around.

They all loved Mac Miller. Wiz khalifa and didn’t give a fuck about the bell schedule.

School and the professors we didn’t give a shit about could wait.

.we stayed in time together. Drum kits and lyrics.

Id usually disappear after someone rolled me one that I bought myself. No I didn’t know how to roll for some time. Plus getting my shit rolled kept me apart of the social. I usually shared it with my girl at the time and was left alone to be alone. She was there .the smoke settling in her hair. That would later die smh.

. Mac was the artist of our time.

He felt what we felt.

Made us feel what he felt probably more than what we felt.

We were lost and he was finding him. He found someone he didn’t enjoy that was obvious. Someone sad, thought-filled and unhopefully dream filled.

He kept making music. Found an outlet in it like most of it.

We would sit on the grass or crouch on elevated cement fixtures around our highschool campus.

Feeling like The hunchback of Notre Dame most likely.

I stopped smoking my last day of college. Vowing to be satisfied with my life. But that’s a whole other conversation.

Over the years I’ve heard Mac Miller songs on my Spotify mix and thought he was sounding more and more like funk and soul. One song even sounded like j Cole’s in my opinion. I remember riding through Oakland saying who does this guy think he is?

What got him into this new sound?

I was now an unpaid music critic. I loved sound and vibes. Obsessed with connection and fucking my life up by the seconds I did nothing with this interest.

Fast forward three years later I move to Long Beach. Not LA.

It was the middle of August and I had just moved into a sweet apartment by the beach near bars and restaurants.

We had wood floors and a cute Ikea carpet. My gf and I, although I referred to her as my partner at that time to feel more adult, had finally created our space.

I wasn’t working but I had some money in the bank from a settlement I fought for all by myself. Autonomy right. Self reliance . Yea . American

Over the years I would take time to sit down and watch NPRs tiny desk series. That August I watched Macs. Seeing him there. His face around his eyes as orange as his hat on his head made me feel something about the way I felt everything. Deeply.

I knew he wasn’t well because I knew I wasn’t well.

I could hear his voice crack on syllables that pricked his heart and mind at the same. He covered his mouth like I had Everytime in life I felt unworthy.

He was melting inside like ice cream on an August day. While he was also the kid watching his ice cream melt.

He was here and there. The observer and participant. The performer and the audience and that duality did him as much harm as it did good.

He was tormented by his ability and inabilities. His insight and his refusal to change what he saw. I checked out his song 2009 a few times after watching that performance and thought he did a good job.

The day was hot and we had decided we would rescue this dog at a shelter over an hr away. This had been our third time going up there and knew for sure we’d bring the dog home that day.

We listened to our Spotify playlists as we drove. The vibe was sunnyish with over cast. I felt it creeping on my neck. Did I really want this dog? Or did she? But why ? We had a perfectly good dog in the back seat. She took the craziest shit on our beach towel and a hoodie we had on the back seat the last trip we made up to the shelter. Why didn’t we turn back then?

I was numb and just doing things that made sense and looked cute in social society.

So why not two dogs. Both the same breed. ? Shrug. I’ll drive.

I’d drive the hr drive there and back Everytime.

This was me.

My overly informative Google phone broke the news. I knew it was coming like the dark that comes every night.

I was gone couldn’t tell you where I went. I lived in that moment for almost 10 months. And I’m just getting out of it and reflecting on it now. Imagine I wasn’t completely me before . Now I was just a shipwreck far from the shore and anyone that could save me. I didn’t think I needed saving. I would save me . I swayed back and forth between those two action plans for a while. I just came to realized what actually saved me.

I write all this to say,

Mac Miller was one of a kind, a guy on the journey with truth to his truth.

He was famously himself. Awkward, nervous, artistic and lost like most of us who loved him are.

One of his most shocking lines for me was in a stupid song called Weekend ft Miguel where he said “ I fell asleep but forgot to die. ” (2:21)

Swimming was made for us he would leave behind

The young adults he captivated in his career and journey as a musician this lifetime.

What does it mean to swim

Keep trying

Go to it

Surrender to the waves and the tide in your style.

You don’t control the timing

Just how you react

Sometimes some ppl swimming drown

They tried we remember them for it.

Keep swimming.

Bring ur floaties

And most importantly your community/ friends.

I think about how many of us are still swimming everything.

My friend who’s ex fiancee left her and made her move out months after proposing.

My other friend who’s children’s dad emotionally and verbally abused her for 5 yrs.

My love who’s family came to the US to get a better life. Her mom who’s suffered debilitating back and knee pain but still works a cleaning job every day to make a living.

My dead friend’s brother. (I wish there was a better way to write that sentence)

We keep swimming. We keep at whatever we feel like we should. For whatever reason we can muster up for that season.

This year I’ve had some of the most violent tides. I’ve had to ask friends and community to carry me. I realized that I had the tendency to live in moments.

I snapped out of a couple moments I had been living in for years. Like the time I became homeless and snapped, or the time I ruined my relationship with a good friend because I was too immature.

Im now present wondering how could something last for so long without me realizing it.

I don’t try to play cool anymore.

I was brought to my purpose on the backs of mentors and friends. Waves were getting very rough for me to manage alone. I was reminded of my kindness the soul they saw and experienced when speaking with me, regardless of the shit I saw. I was brought to my heart by Yoga meditation and emptied my mind filled with so much emotional baggage by way of sifting items through my heart.

It’s a great exercise. Please try it.

Anyways on the Anniversary of Malcoms death. Im sitting up writing in a cafe like I’ve never before.

I am considering myself to be an empath. Recognize that I am someone who lives with, in and around depression. I have the tendency for addiction and have a mother who is preoccupied with my sexuality to even see my soul.

I have accepted things, moved on from others (friends, lifestyles, preconceived notions of me, jobs, ( I just put in my two months notice at an investment firm) and hung up the idea of entrepreneurship)

My purpose is to improve the quality of life for as many people possible. With this first published piece I hope to connect with others affected by the death of Mac Miller or anyone they’ve loved, admired and had hope in.

There’s a lot of us out here. Let’s begin to speak on it. Communication, Form Community, Commune. Speak, connect and eat at each others tables.

#mac miller #rip mac miller #community #music #misfits #yoga #communication #lostsouls #socialism #mourn #anxiety #depression #addiction #hope #swim #swimmimg

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strongfeelingsaboutsalads · 5 years

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psst! i wanna hear #s 2, 5, 6, 8, 12, 17, 18, and 20 about the humans! all of them B)

My partner is trying to kill me. Do you see this? Anyway, long-ass belated ask response under the cut.

2. what’s their opinion on Logan Thackaray?

Lynette, Amara, Rasheem, Vesh: He exists.Miguel: Who?Galen: So in canon I suspect he doesn’t have any strong feelings. But commander AU… I’m trying and failing to find a more tactful way of saying that he makes Logan his bitch. I hate my brain. Galen would just really enjoy breaking him.

5. describe their childhood.

Lynette’s earlier childhood was pretty unremarkable. Calm, comfortable. Two brothers, one a twin (fraternal, you’d never know it to look at them,) and one several years younger. Then somewhere in her teens, her mother died suddenly and everything went downhill very fast. Her father took it very hard. A couple years of irresponsible living (and spending) later, he died as well, leaving the twins to try to pull things back together. Some extended family was able to help them a bit, but they were never very high up the noble hierarchy, and in his grief their father nearly ruined them. It’s been a slow, long struggle for stability since.

The Landi siblings are odd to talk about, since throughout her childhood, everyone including Amara saw her as a boy. A particularly effeminate boy that exactly no one was surprised to learn wasn’t straight, but still a boy. (Probably the biggest surprise came in learning that “he” had any interest in girls at all.)

Amara grew up distinctly aware of the series of roles she was expected to fill. Her family ran a textile trade, which she was expected to continue. Nobility came with the expectation that she’d continue the family line by some day marrying and having children. And alongside that, the expectation she didn’t even realize bothered her the most until it struck her there might be an alternative, the expectation she’d do so as a man. She learned to handle pressures from all directions. Mesmer magic ended up coming naturally to a mind that was already trained to carefully manage appearances and keep focus on multiple projects at once. And privately, it allowed some release through fantasy. She got very good at convincingly changing her appearance.

Rasheem’s childhood is marked by an inverse kind of frustration. He’s long felt like the extra, the untalented one that no one really expects to do much. The sad thing is, he’s not entirely wrong. He has a complicated blend of resentment and admiration for his sister, whose talents he tried and failed to emulate. (Though at the time he saw it as his brother he was trying to keep up with. He’s still not entirely used to having a sister.) But he does still love her, because when it’s really mattered she’s been quick to support him.

Galen was a farm boy. An awkward, awkward farm boy who spent entirely too much time doing gods-know-what outside on his own, and who took far too much interest when he saw a priest of Grenth perform some minor necromancy. His family situation was pretty normal; hard working parents, a mother who ran a tight and clean household, and siblings he sometimes even managed to get along with. But he was always a bit detached from most people. Adolescence didn’t help. As a teen he was tall and lanky with the vaguest hints of facial hair that refused to grow in more than wisps, and he was still as awkward and nerdy (I’m not sure Tyria even has that word, but the concept applies) as ever. He grew into his looks.

Vesh’s was not good. Some details are still fuzzy to me. I know she grew up in DR, and her name was originally Eliana. She was only raised by one parent, I’m still undecided which, and she’s not even sure whether or not the other is alive. The one she was raised by definitely isn’t, they likely died when she was anywhere from 9-14. She was always desperately poor, and despite her parent’s insistence on Elonian lineage, obviously of very Orrian heritage. By the time she was a teenager, a certain knack for the more abstract, energy-focused aspects of necromancy was manifesting. That’s when she gave up the struggle to not be the creepy Orrian girl entirely. The persona of Parivesh, witch of the Mists was born. It isn’t the only identity she goes by these days, just the easiest for her to fall back on. She’s developed a few different personas to deal with the constant sense of lack of belonging. Not all of them female, I should note.

Miguel was part of a big, reasonably well-off family of half a dozen or so siblings, of which he was one of the younger. He ended up left to his own devices a lot, and got himself into plenty of trouble. Modern diagnostics would say he has a pretty clear case of ADHD that he never outgrew, so “shut up Miguel” is something he heard a lot growing up. From pretty much everyone. But he doesn’t hold any resentment. He’s a big exuberant puppy of a person, and besides, he ended up doing pretty well for himself anyway.

6. do they feel particularly blessed by one of the Six?

Lynette, in-game choice Grenth: This has some canon relevance, as she’s a moderately religious person who’s had a lot of reason to think about death, and had to make peace with it.Amara, Lyssa: There definitely is a sense of appropriateness here. I’m not sure she’s particularly devoted, but it’s difficult not to feel a connection to the dual-faced goddess when she herself has had two very different faces she’s shown the world.Rasheem, Dwayna: Not really.Galen: …I’m not even going to answer that.Vesh, Kormir: She isn’t at all the religious sort, but if any god could earn her genuine respect, it’s the one who was once human. I do think Kormir speaks to her in a way the others can’t.Miguel, Melandru: Um… He likes birds? That’s nature-y, right?

8. do you have an in-game location for their “home?”

Lynette lives in one of the Shaemoor houses. I have a specific one I imagine, but it’s not terribly distinct description-wise, and I like to imagine it a bit bigger and fancier. I figure the whole world would realistically be scaled up a bit, anyway.Amara and Rasheem live somewhere in the Ossan quarter. I know I’ve picked out specific houses at one point, but I don’t quite remember. Pretty sure Rasheem ended up moving in with his boyfriend, but IIRC he’s in the same general area.Galen: There’s a little house in Kweli, one of the few if not the only one with a real interior. And it’s impossible to AFK in because the periodic forged attacks go right by the door and aggro on you.Vesh: …No actually.Miguel has a particular spot in Lion’s Arch, overlooking the harbor.

12. how do they feel about sylvari?

Lynette has had at least one sylvari as a long-term work partner and intimate friend. Generally positive. Occasionally remembers that they don’t have the same concept of class that humans do, and as someone who spends a lot of time worried about class structure, she finds this refreshing.Amara has no strong feelings. She knows some sylvari. They’re nice.Rasheem is much the same.Galen gets the title of resident dendrophile. He’s functionally (perhaps literally by now?) married to one, so… He’s generally had good experiences with them. Though things like the entire race spawning from the same mother and the fact that his husband is technically 14 are still weird if he thinks about them for too long.Vesh strikes me as the one most likely to take an academic interest in how sylvari work, if given the opportunity. The complex magical underpinnings of life as we know it are very much her thing, and she’d probably end up asking a lot of questions about the Dream to any sylvari willing to answer. She’s definitely had some sylvari friends by now, but I’m not sure if she ever got around to pestering them about it.Miguel will likely never get over the weirdness of (theoretically) being able to have conversations with someone who was literally born yesterday. But as people they seem alright.

17. how well does the dance animation fit their personality?

Lynette: Not very.Amara: It could be worse.Rasheem: Ditto.Galen: no

Vesh: Not very.Miguel: In one of his sillier moments, yeah, I could see it.

18. what sort of climates do they prefer, if they care at all?

Lynette is pretty comfy with Krytan weather.Amara is much the same. Though she does like when it’s a bit cooler, because she likes layers of clothing.Rasheem is also comfortable with Krytan weather.Galen likes cold weather. He finds it invigorating. And yet, he ended up living in the desert. Sigh.Vesh has no strong preference, though I think she might favor warmer.Miguel likes it hot. If only because he looks damn good with his shirt open. Or off.

20. what’s your favorite thing about playing them?

Seeing as I don’t actually RP them, answers are skewed toward either the superficial, or just what I generally like most about the characters.Lynette is a power lesbian and makes me cry because I’m gay.Amara is gorgeous and has the best judgmental stares, and I cry because I’m gay.Rasheem has a damn fine ass.Galen “Saltybitch” Blake is the saltiest of bitches, and makes a wonderful avatar for my grumpiest of moods. While somehow managing to be unfairly hot.Vesh’s abs make me cry because I’m gay.Miguel Enrique de Arca Santiago e Pereira is the most extra thing on two legs, and I love having a character like that.

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