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sillyfoxlady · 5 months

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PAC Reading

What does your Goddess Want You To Know?

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Bastet Santa Muerte

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Kali Ma Kuan Yin

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Bastet - Pile 1

Judgment ☆ 4/Cups ☆ Hanged Man

Bliss • Balance • Gateway

Bastet is speaking today about balance. You are feeling apathetic and stuck and waiting to be liberated. You are being invited to shift perspectives back into balance.

You also pulled the cards of gateway and of bliss, so I see nothing negative. It's simply a moment in time you must accept in order to grow. You will find your bliss, and you will charge through that gateway. You may partake in portal hopping. Just wait until this hanged man period is over before you do.

You are doing excellently, and Bastet is incredibly pleased with your devotion. All is well, my loves. You will come through this. You got this!

Santa Muerte - Pile 2

High Priestess ☆ Queen/Wands ☆ Chariot

Rebirth • Purity • Joy

The Holy Santa Muerta says today to spend more time with her. You are a strong and powerful priestess as well as a queen on earth, and you've been keeping a steady and progressive pace.

You are being invited to cleanse and purify your aura and your space so that you can continue being the badass you are. Joy is what is promised to you when you devote yourself to purity and embrace your rebirth.

You have amazing energy, and everything will work out, even if you're struggling at the moment. So proud of you my lovelies!

Kali Ma - Pile 3

Wheel of Fortune ☆ Ace/Swords ☆ Sun

Revelation • Eternal Light • Spectrum

The Great Kali Ma is speaking to you today about cycles and seasons. You have an intensely deep energy here. You are being offered Eternal Light through a revelation of some kind. You also have a new idea and clarity of thought, which is good because the sun is assured for you. You will succeed.

I'm being told you need to sit in not only spiritual light but also literal light. Go find some sunshine or even a bright room. Keep working your mantras and your prayers. Keep the faith is specifically coming through.

You have a wonderful and intense moody and edgy energy. You are amazingly cool and deserve good things. Keep up your prayers and go sit in some light and you are promised a revelation.

Kuan Yin - Pile 4

9/Wands ☆ 3/Wands ☆ Lovers

Isolation • Rebirth • Wisdom

The Auspicious Kuan Yin is speaking messages of rebirth and love. It seems as if your love life is going through it, but you are persevering and making progress slowly but surely. You may want to isolate or just focus on tasks to be done. However, you are being called to step into your wisdom.

You have already experienced a rebirth. Do not allow anyone to distract you from the hard work you have already achieved. Focus on your loved ones and the partnerships you have already achieved in your life. These relationships are what is going to inspire to keep going. To keep changing and to keep pushing towards your goals.

You have an amazing attitude and work ethic and I'm so proud of how hard you have been working. Kuan Yin is guiding you, so reach out and ask her for guidance and support.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 9 months

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Hiii:) i just read ~what the body wants-part 2~ and i loved it! It was very nice of you to make a part 2:) The shape-shifting, very good idea! I am totally in love with the sex pollen fics, they're always so good;) thank you again! Can't wait to read your next work ❤❤

Heyyy anon!! Thank you so much for your appreciative words 💞 I’m so glad your enjoying the fics! Hope you Enjoy ♥️

What the Body Wants Pt. 3 ~Larissa Weems xFem Teacher!Reader

Link to Part 1 & Part 2

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Warnings: fluff, implied smut, kissing, confessions of feelings, implied sex pollen, happy endings, etc.

Enjoy (:

Your eyes fluttered open, and you found yourself in Larissa’s bed. You looked to your side and found the blonde, laying next to you peacefully.

Memories of yesterdays events flooded your mind…

You panicked slightly.

What did this mean about you and Larissa? What if someone found you in her quarters? What if…??

Your thoughts were cut off by Larissa’s movements. Your eyes fluttered back to the stunning blonde. Your gaze met her soft morning eyes.

“Good Morning, Darling…” her hoarse voice spoke.

“Morning…” you stammered.

You both eventually got out of bed, and while she picked out her outfit of the day, you cleaned up the room from last night and put on your clothes, which were scattered across the room. When Larissa came back into the bedroom, you were sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.

“Penny for your thoughts, love…?” She chuckled.

You blinked a couple of times and then looked up at the woman.

“I… what are we…?” You whispered.

Larissa’s gaze faltered at your question and she sighed, sitting down next to you.

“I honestly don’t know, Darling…” she admitted.

Silence took the room. Neither of you looked at the other.

“I…” Larissa spoke out, “I didn’t know I ever wanted you until I was forced to confront it…”

You gulped and blushed slightly. After a few minutes, you spoke up as well,

“Me neither…” you dryly chuckled.

You then felt Larissa’s hand guide your chin to look at her. Her gaze was soft and loving. A tear ran down her eye.

“I’d like to kiss you…” she spoke, her voice faltering slightly.

“I’d like that…” you whispered.

The blonde then connected her lips to yours in a slow and loving kiss. A kiss that spoke a thousand words. You two only pulled away when you had to breathe.

You bit your lip and chuckled slightly. Larissa nudged your shoulder.

“What is it…?” She asked, smiling lightly.

“Marilyn was right…” you chuckled.

At your words, Larissa full on giggled. You looked at her, your heart warming at her state of being.

“Yes, I suppose she was…” the blonde chuckled, kissing your lips once more.

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gamerwoman3d · 7 months

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YKNOW, i thought the sub-zero Dia de Muerta skin was just a cute addition and I didn't think anything of it until he was covered in blood....

Now Not for nothin, but this motherfUUUer is CREEPY AS FUUU

Original video at twitch here

[Gifs below the cut to save someone data plan]

#mortal kombat #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #scorpion mk #scorpion mk1 #kuai liang #mk scorpion #pumpkin spice scorpion #sub zero #bi han #dia de los muertos #dia de muertos #sub-zero #mk sub zero #subzero dia de muertos skin #this is halloween

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muertawrites · 20 days

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sometimes you just gotta send your friend seventeen arts in a row of their blorbo and watch them gnaw at the bars of their enclosure

#muerta's thoughts

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baki-tiene-un-simp · 11 months

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Can we get some kind of immortal reader? (references to the "Forever" TV series, the "Ajin" anime, Deadpool himself with his quick regeneration. If you know the Danny Phantom cartoon, the reader can be like Phantom! reader and have two forms) Characters Yujiro, Bucky, Hanayama and maybe Doppo Orochi? (These guys have their own enemies who can take advantage of their S/O as a weakness.) And let's say they are first unaware of the reader's immortality and regeneration, and when the men see their partner "die," they are shocked, perhaps retaliate, and then see their partner get up with a groan, complaining of body pain

Situation: An immortal S/O / Un S/O inmortal

Character: Baki Hanma, Doppo Orochi, Kaoru Hanayama and Yujiro Hanma.

Baki Hanma.

To say that Baki is surprised is an understatement in this case, did the psychological impact of seeing his S/O die affect him to this degree?

He needs to sit down for a moment.

He would swear that he saw life leave the eyes of his beloved S/O, no, he was sure of it. It is impossible that he is wrong.

It's not the first time he's seen someone "come back from the dead" however, this is completely different. He's a little afraid to get close, like his S/O will disappear when he touches them.

He's cautious, he's happy that his beloved wasn't dead, it's just a lot to process.

Doppo Orochi.

He has seen so many things in his life, but still he is so surprised when he sees the S/O get up after a few minutes remaining inert in the same position.

Is he dreaming, perhaps?

His eyes are focused on following the movements of the person who stands in front of him. Alert.

He doesn't believe in zombies or anything like that, but mysteriously, he tried to keep a good distance for a while. Be patient, he is still analyzing the possibilities.

He finally approaches to make sure that the S/O is really fine, there are no open wounds or worrying bruises. He doesn't know if he's worried, but he's definitely glad they're alive.

Kaoru Hanayama.

He is probably holding his S/O when they rejoin, his hands stained with the blood of his S/O and the one responsible for their "death".

He holds his S/O's gaze for a moment.

He's having his partner searched from head to toe for something, whatever, it can't be possible that there isn't a single injury.

He doesn't believe when the doctor says it, even congratulating his S/O impressive health condition. He's asking them to run all the tests again.

He is confused, but relieved. He probably won't leave the hospital that day.

Yujiro Hanma.

Is his S/O alive? Good, so he won't have to carry his corpse or the idiot who almost killed them.

He scans his S/O from head to toe when they stand up, they look good to him. He asks them not to stay there and to move their legs, he already wants to leave.

Not an "Are you okay?" or "How is it possible?", nothing.

But he's curious, he's asking his S/O why they don't tell him about this ability that he has and if it's hereditary? It's in his DNA, isn't it? Well, it must be hereditary.

He's thinking so hard "how will it feel to fight someone who can't die?" that the S/O will be able to hear his thoughts as they walk beside him.

Versión en español.

Baki Hanma.

Decir que Baki está sorprendido es poco en este caso, ¿acaso el impacto psicológico de ver a su S/O morir le afecto hasta este grado?

Él necesita sentarse por un momento.

Juraría que vio la vida abandonar los ojos de su amado S/O, no, estaba seguro de ello. Es imposible que se esté equivocando.

No es la primera vez que vio a alguien "regresar de entre los muertos" sin embargo, esto es completamente diferente. Está un poco temeroso de acercarse, como si su S/O fuera a desaparecer cuando le toque.

Es cauteloso, esta feliz por el hecho de que su amada no estuviera muerta, es solo que es mucho para procesar.

Doppo Orochi.

Ha visto tantas cosas en su vida, pero aun así está tan sorprendido cuando ve al S/O incorporarse después de unos minutos de permanecer inerte en una misma posición.

¿Está soñando, acaso?

Sus ojos están concentrados en seguir los movimientos de la persona que se pone de pie frente a él. Alerta.

Él no cree en zombies ni nada parecido, pero misteriosamente, procuro mantener una buena distancia durante un rato. Sea paciente, aún está analizando las posibilidades.

Finalmente se acerca para cerciorarse que de verdad el S/O está bien, no hay heridas abiertas ni moretones preocupantes. No sabe si estar preocupado, pero definitivamente esta feliz de que esté con vida.

Kaoru Hanayama.

Probablemente este sosteniendo a su S/O cuando se reincorpora, sus manos manchadas de sangre de su S/O y del responsable de la "muerte".

Le sostiene la mirada a su S/O durante un momento.

Está haciendo que revisen a su pareja de pies a cabeza en busca de algo, lo que sea, no puede ser posible que no haya ni una sola herida.

No cree cuando el doctor lo dice, hasta felicitando al S/O por su impresionante condición de salud. Está pidiendo que hagan todas las pruebas otra vez.

Está confundido, pero aliviado. Probablemente no se marchen del hospital ese día.

Yujiro Hanma.

¿Su S/O está vivo? Bien, así no tendrá que cargar su cadáver ni del idiota que casi los mata.

Escanea a su S/O de pies a cabeza cuando se ponen de pie, se ven bien para él. Les pide que no se queden ahí y que muevan las piernas, ya quiere irse.

Ni un "¿Estás bien?" o "¿Cómo es posible?", nada.

Pero tiene curiosidad, está preguntándole a su S/O ¿por qué no le platica de esta habilidad que tiene y si es hereditaria? ¿Está en su ADN, no? Pues debe ser hereditario.

Está pensando tan fuerte "¿cómo se sentirá pelear contra alguien que no puede morir?" que su S/O será capaz de escuchar sus pensamientos mientras camina a su lado.

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demy85 · 3 days

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zero context WIP tag game

If you’re tagged, make a new post and share 1-2 (a few) sentences from your most recent unposted WIP(s) with zero context – Let your followers guess!

I was tagged by @la-muerta, thank you for that! 💗

I have a few WIPs lying unfinished in my docs … they are all Malec related WIPs

A solitary tear rolled down Alec's cheek, all the while shock was written plainly upon Magnus' face. Where before he was thinking that he would be able to walk out of the stadium without wasting a second thought on Alec, he suddenly found himself under his spell again.

A man stood lonely and forlorn on its top. He seemed to be watching the action without showing any emotion. As if he were a simple observer, in no way involved in the war that was raging in Edom. Clary, however, had recognized him. And how could she not?

No pressure tagging: @foodsies4me @miss-mouse @fiyaerrigan @kasper-tag and anyone else who wants to play!

#tag game #zero context wip tag game #writing stuff #shadowhunters fanfiction #malec fanfiction

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venusdevotea · 1 month

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My Tavs!

I've been lurking on BG3 tumblr for a while, but I wanted to finally make a proper post showing off my characters! I've got a couple of campaigns going on, and I'm always looking to make new characters and explore different playstyles and think of fun lore. It's been so awesome to connect with other members of the community too, namely @basketobread's gorgeous mind and OC's, creator our best girl Lunara!

Without further ado, here is my first Tav Tal'riia!

I had originally named her Karliah after the legendary archer of the nightingales in Skyrim, but then got annoyed that her name was too similar to Karlach's, so I changed it. I usually run rogues or clerics in my irl dnd campaigns, so again she was originally a rogue but then quickly realized Astarion was a rogue too so.... to make more sense having him in my party all the time, I changed her class to ranger and holy hell was that sick as FUCK. I made her strong type at first so she gives off femme himbo vibes (lovable loser rizz) because GOD I missed like half of the content in my first run.

She is a Seladrine Drow Ranger!! Honestly haven't thought much of her personal lore because I just went for what I thought sounded super awesome to me off rip. I don't have any pictures of her in scene, because I just didn't think to take more tbh and I wasn't super proud of many of my choices and the things I missed in my excitement to finish the game asap to then.... start my next run!

Which brings us to my next two OC's, a re-run of Tal'riia's story and my first Durge Muerta! I... ended up deleting my first campaign and ran a whole do-over, since like I said, I felt increasingly dumb as time went on and after consuming more and more bg3 content online, I realized just how much I had missed in my first campaign.... SO brings us to a re-realized Tal'riia with a different skillset and playstyle. I went for sorcerer/tempest cleric, because I had heard how strong that build was, and with the cheats ring I got from the basket equipment mod, I had a lot of fun playing around. I've got a couple pics of her here:

Tal'riia 2: Electric Boogaloo Seladrine Drow Sorcerer/Tempest Cleric (I'll post more pics of her when I get back to her story!)

Of course had to also start my first Durge Run, which I chose to go a good route (I'm too nice even in rp to go full evil, but idk, I might try it soon!) and I decided to run an eldrich fighter Durge because I feel fighter makes more sense of a chosen of Bhaal than a sorcerer? But idk that's just me. Here's Muerta!

I actually have such an unhealthy obsession with her Muerta Half Wood-Elf Eldrich Knight Fighter (Yes the lightning jabber build) Heart of gold, little murder-y at times, but ultimately does resist her Urges. What's a little murder between friends!! Red rum is my drink of choice at a bar! POV: Durge is also casually your bff. Honestly pretty normal. Just don't meet the parents...... or the sister.

I'll share my next campaign in a separate post here. This campaign I'm running based on my dnd character I'm playing in an irl campaign with friends! I made our whole party in the character selection screen, but only moved forward with my character because.... there's only so many unfinished adventures I can have lol.

#bg3 #bg3 posting #bg3 tav #baldurs gate 3 #my tavs #baldur's gate iii #baldur's gate #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 oc #bg3 ocs #tav tal'riia #durge muerta #tav posting

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shokuto · 11 months

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Many Miguel fans, fans that were there even before ITSV, are kinda disappointed with the way he has been represented in ATSV. They aremainly saying that the main theme of Miguel's story is that he goes against the rule. Starting from his origin story. Unlike most Spidermen/women (Spiderthey too) he was not bitten by a radioactive Spider but instead his gene got accidently modified to be 50% spiders. Now I'm not going to highlight how ~different ~ he is. But the point is that while he's an anti-hero he would not be the kind to embody that belief that got him chasing Miles

I see. MY understanding (well really, @spider-man-2o99’s) is that Miguel comes from a place of lifelong familial instability. His stepfather was abusive, he has two siblings who hate his guts, and so when he thought he found a reprieve from that in Muerta Miguel’s daughter, he was hole. And the way he lost her, he was much, much worse than just being back to square one. So like, I GET it. I understand why he’d be so adamant on rejecting unpredictable tragedies like the loss of his daughter even at the cost of facilitating them. And I GET why he’d take such offense to Miles not just as the ultimate unpredictable element, but one Miguel sees himself and his mistake in. We have to remember he’s screaming at a 15 year old about this, he has to remind himself and the spider force that they ARE the good guys, this isn’t a guy who has his head on straight, and it’s not even something that’s lowkey, the movie clearly emphasizes the lifelessness to his face.

But I can also see why this would be a precarious portrayal for you and other Miguel fans because the only ones who’d bother to try and understand are you and other people who read his material. And I doubt I need to tell you how the majority of Spidey fans you see online ultimately don’t read much of anything unless it’s tagged and posted, usually by other illiterates. I can’t even begin to imagine the terrible readings you’ve had to endure here lmao

#ask #miguel o’hara #spiderman 2099 #atsv spoilers #across the spiderverse

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liaslemonpies · 4 months

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Catrina (Miguel O’Hara x Mexican! Reader)

This is only an example of how a Catrina looks like, but isn’t your costume specifically.

TW: fluff! a hint of smut (just kissing and a lead-up) Coconut Spanglish 😒 otherwise, nothing else to worry about :3

Summary: Miguel helps you get ready for a competition hosted by MOLAA (Museum of Latin American Arts) where you must dress up as a Catrina (La Muerta; Death)

I seen someone post about this imagine and I thought that’d be really neat! It’s not a sequel to my other Mexican! Reader story, but rather something completely separate.

This is actually based on a festival MOLAA actually held that I attended with my family this year :) it was really fun seeing everyone come together and just celebrate our heritage (the costumes the women wore were AMAZING and I can’t wait for next year! Maybe I’ll even dress up :0).

That’s just about it :) as always, I will refer to the reader with female pronouns (when applicable) and your are the beloved wife of our hunk of a man 😍

Enjoy!

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You hummed gently as you pinned the last couple of foam marigolds to your dress, stepping back to admire your work.

The whole costume had taken you close to three months, extra time added when you decided to hand make the golden flowers that littered your dress.

You rubbed the fabric of the dress between your fingers as you observed it’s intricate stitching. It was a gift, curtesy of your husband after he saw how you seemed to pull off every article of clothing your heritage had to give.

You had always noticed the way his eyes followed the shape of whatever clothes you wore (it was a blouse at the time)—the way it hugged your thick curves quite nicely, he might add—and the way your beaded earrings swayed and glinted in the light as you nodded your head at his words.

You smiled at the memory as you removed your completed dress from its rack. That was one of your first handful of dates, before the two of you got married.

You set the dress gently on your bed before sliding on arm covers and gloves with a bone-like pattern. Then, you slowly stripped yourself of your clothes and managed to put on the wire frame that went beneath your large dress.

You grunted as you clicked the frame in place, taking a moment to ensure its security before moving to grab your dress.

You slid it over your head after you removed your top and bra—Miguel had suggested you use a strapless bra, and you complied—and adjusted the dress to your body, smoothening the ruffles and assuring the flowers were pinned correctly.

As you busied yourself with fixing your dress and gathering makeup supplies, you couldn’t help but feel a bubbling anxiety rise within you as your gloved hands wandered to run through your long dark hair.

You were selfish for it, you thought as your gaze wandered to your jewelry box, reminding you how you needed to pick out some earrings.

He didn’t need to help you, and you didn’t know why you forced him to. He was a busy man, with working at the Spider Society and all, and he couldn’t be there for your stupid little problems like fixing your hair. He had better things to do, like save the world, you scolded yourself as your fingers toyed with the beads on a pair your mother gifted you.

You took a gentle breath to stable yourself before choosing the earrings and setting them to the side as you pulled out hair supplies.

You were very fine on your own. You could… you could do it, you tried to convince yourself as you stared at the hairbrushes and bobby-pins before you. You’ve braided your hair before, just not… like he did.

You ran a hand down your face at your little predicament, but raised your head when there was a sift rap at your door.

“¿Mi cielo? ¿Estás aquí?” (My sky, are you here?).

“Si, amor. Y ya estoy en mi vestido.” (Yes, love. And I am already in my dress).

Miguel eases your bedroom door open and you couldn’t help but notice all the injuries that littered his body.

“Hard mission?” you asked him as your eyes scanned for any detrimental injuries.

He only nodded as he took another couple of steps closer to you.

You raised a brow, “Are you... alright?”

His large hand moved to cup your cheek as he smiled, “Eres hermosa, mi reina.” (You are beautiful, my queen).

You felt your cheeks heat up as he complimented you, “S’ nothing...”

He laid a tender kiss on your forehead before taking a step back, “So.”

Your brows furrowed, “So?”

“Did you want me to braid your hair now or later?”

You blinked. He... still wanted to help?

“Are you sure? You must be tired... I don’t mind doing it on my own,” you lied.

He smiled gently, “When will I never be tired? Besides, I made a promise to mi cariño and I intend on keeping it.” (My dear).

His words made your heart swell. You did not deserve such a man as he.

You swallowed the lump in your throat before answering, “Ahora.” (Now).

He nodded and placed his mask on your dresser as he ushered you to sit on your bed.

You sat down and tried to get comfortable—with no avail due to the wire holding your dress up—and relaxed your muscles as he brushed your hair.

He then began parting it, tying one half in a ponytail before working to braid the other half.

The room was quiet as he worked, other than the sound of him weaving a ribbon through your hair as he braided.

The silence was broken by his gentle voice, “Necesito una liga.” (I need a rubber band).

You grabbed the small elastic rubber band and handed it to Miguel, earning a small thanks as he tied the braid and moved to the other side of your head.

You hummed gently as he worked on the second braid, fingers weaving swiftly.

“Que sobre cantantes?” (What do you sing about?)

A smile tugged at your lips at his question, “La Llorona.”

Miguel chuckled at your answer, “Very fitting for the moment, Señorita Catrina.” (Miss Death).

“Actually, it’s Señora, to you,” you bit back a laugh as you joked. (Misses).

A laugh erupted from Miguel’s chest, “I’m sorry, Señora. I did not mean to offend you or your husband.”

You smiled as you handed him a second rubber band, “Thank you for your apology, Señor. However do know that I will be telling my husband of what you have said to me.” (Sir).

Miguel couldn’t help but smile at your antics as he tied the last braid, “Please Señora, I only wish to please you...”

“No! You have done nothing but tried to tear my husband and I apart and it is time you face the consequences of your actions,” you tried your best to stifle the laughter that bubbled in your throat.

Miguel leaned in to you, his hot breath tickling the back of your neck as he purred, “Not before you face the consequences of yours...”

You yelped and turned to smack his chest playfully, earning a chuckle from his lips.

“Miguel!”

He smirked as he pinned the braids into a crown on your head, “Qué tal?” (What’s up?).

You only huffed response, cheeks tinted red as you took a breath to calm the butterflies in your stomach.

“Ya. It’s finished,” Miguel took a step back to observe his work. It looked pretty good, if he said so himself.

You eased yourself up and looked at your hair with the handheld mirror he passed you.

“Wow...”

Miguel cleared his throat gently before asking, “Lo te gustas?” (Do you like it?)

You beamed at him, taking his hands in yours as you laughed gently, “I love it.”

A smile broke onto his face—you would never get enough of it, would you?—and you couldn’t help but laugh again.

“I feel like this is the happiest I’ve seen you in a while,” you commented as you reached for some flowers you bought earlier that day.

Miguel reached for you, hands running up and down your hips, “How can I not be happy? My goddess of a wife is embracing the beauty of our culture.”

He leaned down to kiss your lips tenderly, hands trailing to cup your cheek.

You smiled against his lips as you replied, “You’ve always had a way with words, Señor O’Hara.”

He broke the kiss and caressed your cheek, chuckling gently, “Don’t you have your face to paint?”

You huffed gently, pretending to pout, “You’re always out to ruin the moment.”

He smirked as he leaned into your ear, “How about this... You win the competition, and I’ll give you a moment you’ll never forget...”

You shivered as his breath tickled your ear, adding with a playful tone, “Hm... Maybe... We’ll see how it goes.”

“Que bueno. Ya vas a pintar tu cara para me arruínelo,” he growled as he squeezed your butt before leaving the room to shower and get ready. (Good. Now go paint your face so I can ruin it).

Your time at the festival couldn’t have ended quickly enough.

After Miguel had finished showering and you finished your makeup and put flowers and your headdress on, you left to the festival.

It was wonderfully put together with many shows, artwork by Latino painters, and delicious food—this caused you to decorate a calavera dulce (sugar skull) for Miguel, only to have him deem it ‘disgusting’ and ‘overly sweet’.

The competition went... surprisingly well. Granted, you didn’t get first place, but ‘honorable mentions’ is better than nothing and you and Miguel collectively decided that the top three definitely won fair-in-square.

You sat at one of the tables they had out, snacking on pinwheels with lemon and Tapatío as Miguel returned to your table with two drinks—water for you and a margarita for him.

“Gracias, amor,” you thanked him as you took the drink and sipped it.

He only nodded as he took a sip of his drink, crinkling his nose as he coughed.

You raised a brow, “You alright...?”

He put a hand up as he continued to cough, eyes watering.

You only stared at him as he calmed down, brows knitted with concern.

“Miércoles, that’s terrible.” (Wednesday—it doubles as ‘Shit’).

“Substitute words are the same as the real ones,” you told him bluntly as you hit back a snicker.

He only rolled his eyes as he cleared his throat and took a breath to compose himself.

After finishing your snacks and drinks—Miguel simply threw his away—the two of you decided to leave early.

You carefully peeled your headdress off before getting in the car, Miguel in the driver’s side.

You grunted as you fought to remove the wire that fanned your dress out, brows furrowed with annoyance.

With a huff, you managed to unclip it from underneath your dress and slipped out of it, leaving your dress to hang on your frame.

Stuffing the troublesome wire into the backseat, you plopped yourself in the passenger’s side, brows raised in confusion as your husband stared at you.

You began plucking flowers out of your braid crown as you blinked, “Yes?”

Miguel hummed gently before laying a peck on your lips, “Chistosa.” (Silly).

You rolled your eyes as you toyed with the ring on your finger, “Thanks.”

Miguel chuckled as he took your hand, “No es algo malo.” (It is not something bad).

“You make it sound like it is,” you replied bluntly.

Miguel leaned in to your lips and kissed you gently, “Creo que es... bueno.” (I think it is... good).

You huffed gently, wanting to be petty by holding onto his words.

Miguel scoffed at your petty silence and turned the car on, “Chillona.” (Crybaby).

You smacked his bicep playfully as you don’t back a smile, “Ruuude.”

Miguel laughed as he pulled out of the parking lot, “Fine. You don’t get that reward I promised you.”

You faked a gasp and placed a hand to your chest, “How dare you! Going back on a promise!”

“Behave yourself, then. Or I’ll think of other ways to punish you.”

You puckered your lips as your brows raised, “Damn. Spicyyyy.”

Miguel rolled his eyes and chuckled, “Ya cállate.” (Shut up).

You winked as you leaned over to peck his jawbone, “Fine. Only because I love you...”

Miguel turned and grabbed your face and kissed your lips, nibbling gently at your bottom lip, earning a mewl from your lips.

Safe to say, you arrived home quite late that night.

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