#I don't want anything inside me ewww

[raulfernandez]

Every single fucking time I think my mum had gotten over bodyshaming me she finds something new to be upset about cause wtf did my ankles do to her

#myself #like damn I fel so comfortable in myself last summer depsite knowing that I look like shit and should probably never show my face in public #but I was fine with myself. felt better than ever before and thought I had even lost some weight #and then she brought it up again and I kept thinking about it for months #and now I wasn't thinking bout it every single minute of my day she has to bring it up fucking again #and decided to hide it by questioning if it was from the new pill I'm taking (the one I had always taken and just took a 6 months break from #because my new doctor prescribed me them but they had a ton of bad side effects and I hated it #this reminds me how incredibly much I do NOT want to go to the gynaecologist in June like I haven't been in years and it's good like that #I don't want anything inside me ewww

[darklydeliciousdesires]

It's been a really long week, luv. May I ask for a little warm & fuzzy hot throbs storytime with my forever man... Happy Lowman and #3?

Apologies for this being late, my beautiful friend! xx

"I can hear you sighing from across the club," Happy begins, coming to take a seat at your side where you've sequestered yourself on a couch, alone, in no mood for the merriment surrounding you. You only came to the clubhouse because you didn't want to be alone, but for the past hour, you'd been contemplating whether that's exactly what you need. "What's up, baby girl?"

Sipping your drink, you know you can tell Happy. Most don't know him well, because he's very selective over who he gives the gift of his friendship to. The rest are too put off by his reticent demeanour. You know differently, though, that behind the man who mostly comes across as taciturn and aloof, there's a person of great emotional breadth and depth. He's also an astoundingly good listener. "I had a blind date tonight, and he stood me up. He knew who he was looking for, the girl in the dark green dress and chunky, silver necklace, which means he likely turned up, saw me, thought 'ewww, no' and speedily left, since he sent me a message a half hour previously to say he was on his way and looking forward to it. There's no other explanation."

Happy looks contemplative. "Might he have just been running late?"

Your confession to negate that is delivered with a smidgen of shame. "I waited a half hour past the time we were due to meet, just in case."

"Well," he sniffs, rolling his tongue over the inside of his cheek, "then that probably means your conclusion is correct. I take issue with that, though."

"You do?"

He nods, his face not changing, but something kind misting his dark eyes. “Well, I think you’re gorgeous, if that counts for anything.” He pauses, his thumb picking at the label on his beer bottle. "And I'd like to show you just how much, too. Let me take you out?"

You smile, reaching for his cheek, stroking it. You wonder if it's just a pity date, until he turns his head and kisses your palm. The smile that lights up his face tells you otherwise, too.

Leaning closer, you place a kiss upon his forehead. "Alright. Where do you want to take me?"

An hour later, and you're sitting with him eating the best soft tacos you've ever had, quite content that the idiot you were meant to meet stood you up.

#happy lowman #happy lowman fanfiction #happy lowman imagine #happy lowman x female reader #happy lowman x you #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy imagine #ddd drabble requests

[charliedawn]

Caught under the mistletoe

Hannibal family x Reader

Peter was caught off guard when he noticed the mistletoe above the threshold.

He looked behind you and saw his two brothers looking at him with big mischievous smiles. He instantly knew it was their doing.

Hannibal Jr. had decided to go and retrieve Hannibal Sr. for the day, leaving plenty of time for Morgan and Kevin to plot his embarrassment.

He quickly understood Kevin had set up the whole house and Morgan was holding a camera in his hands.

They probably expected you to just reject him on the spot or tell him you didn't want to kiss him.

He tried not to roll his eyes.

However, he was agreeably surprised when you didn't reject or refuse the kiss, you were even the one to engage first.

He thought it would be a simple peck on the lips, something innocent enough that his two brothers would quickly get bored of..But boy, was he wrong.

You grabbed him by the collar and in an instant, you were kissing him with fire.

He wasn't one to deny an early Christmas gift and decided to indulge in the tradition before kissing you back with just as much passion or even more.

Problem was, he got so caught up in the moment, he completely forgot about his two witnesses.

It was finally Kevin who had to step in.

Kevin *laughs awkwardly* : "Hum..Not to be an a** or anything but, the food is gonna get cold."

Morgan *keeps filming*

You addressed Kevin a mischievous smirk before closing the door behind you.

Kevin instantly tried to look for his keys, but realized he had left them inside and so had Morgan.

They had tried to set Peter up, a few minutes outside would make them think twice.

Peter would have normally opened the door for them in the following minute..

But, when you kissed him again, he completely lost it.

At this point, nothing could have snapped Peter out of it and at the end, the two other boys had to wait 10 minutes outside before they were allowed back in.

Kevin was surprised. He was usually the one pranking people, but he got trapped under the mistletoe anyway.

No doubt Morgan was behind this..

Kevin *nervously scratching the back of his head and looking at everything but you* : "Hey. We don't gotta..You know..No worries."

He tried to tell you you didn't need to kiss him, but when you admitted you wanted to, his eyes widened in shock.

"You want to...okay ? Sure. No problem."

He tried to shrug it off as casual, but was literally panicking inside.

Intense mental self-doubt activated.

Kevin is a very nervous boy in general and even though it doesn't show often because of his constant teasing and verbal overconfidence..He would be stunned and excited.

But, he would also be afraid of messing things up and wonder if he shouldn't be the one to just call things off and call it a day.

But, if he really thought you wanted to and felt confident enough ?

He would give it a shot. But, be careful that he doesn't get lost too far into his own thoughts, or it would definitely ruin the experience.

Example: his brain during a kiss.

How does someone kiss someone else ?

Eww. Eww. Ewww...Let's do it again.

Wait. Am I actually enjoying this ?

Nah.

Okay. Maybe. A little.

It would end up with Kevin, making a bunch of random weird facial expressions the whole time, to the point where it would seem like he isn't enjoying himself.

So, verbal praise is always a plus.

You : "...Stop overthinking things and just kiss me."

Him *smiles and nods before indulging* : "Alright, ma'am."

Morgan expected it. Kevin did the same thing every year. It made family reunions awkward and most of the time some family friend would try to set him up with his niece/nephew/cousin..

It wasn't a pleasant tradition for Morgan, but he did enjoy it on rare occasions when Kevin or Peter would embarrass themselves by trying to kiss the most "good-looking" person of the night.

Only to end up with a wet kiss on the cheek from great aunt Jane.

He usually didn't participate in their childish games..However, when he saw you—he immediately called dibs.

Peter : "HEY ! NOT FAIR ! I SAW THEM FIRST !"

Kevin : "YEAH ! WHATEVER THE BABY SQUIRREL SAID !"

Morgan *sighs* : "Alright. Then, shall I speak to father about that time when you both broke uncle Hannibal Jr.' favorite vase and I took the blame ?"

Peter and Kevin : "...."

No need to say. They didn't win that argument and Morgan got full monopoly.

He then approached you and first talked to you before smoothly leading you to the mistletoe he knew was hanging above the fire place.

Morgan *smiles/pretends not to have known it was there* : "Would you look at that ? It seems like a trap was set.."

You *smile back/not buying it* : "A very sweet trap indeed.."

Morgan is very simple and direct when it comes to physical signs of attachment.

If he likes it ? He'll ask again.

If he doesn't ? Friends it is.

But, as he is a man who prefers to rely on what he knows than what he feels, the kiss will be enjoyable depending on how your previous discussion went.

Morgan *stays still for a second or two after the kiss before smiling* : "~Not bad. Not bad at all.."

Hannibal Jr. was set up by his three very very nosy nephews who decided it was their job to find their uncle a good person to kiss on Christmas.

Morgan organized multiple files on each of the guests until they found the ideal candidate: you.

Kevin hung mistletoe over various strategic places he knew would make it impossible for his uncle to miss or deny.

Peter talked to the both of you separately during the event and made sure the two of you would end up alone at the end.

Kevin even slashed your tires so you won't leave too early. Dedication right there.

However, their uncle wasn't a fool and even though he didn't really know what the three of them were plotting, he eventually realized when both of your backs collided.

You turned around and suddenly, he seemed to understand.

He looked up and as he expected, the mistletoe was there.

You looked up as well and your eyes widened for a second before you let out a small knowing chuckle.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I should have paid more attention."

He studied you carefully. He had never seen you before..

"Who are you ?"

"I am one of Morgan's co-workers. He invited me. I hope it is no bother ?", you answered and Hannibal Jr. sighed. Of course the boy was behind it all..

"No. Of course not, love."

You blushed slightly at the nickname before looking up once more at the mistletoe.

"Do you want us to kiss ?", you asked and Hannibal Jr. chuckled softly.

"That is how the tradition goes..."

You laughed too and before you knew it, your lips were connected and Hannibal Jr. heard vivid clapping behind him. He didn't need to turn around to know who it was. Besides, he was enjoying what he was doing far too much to stop.

Finally, to trap Hannibal Sr. under the mistletoe would take incredible time and effort. The man barely leaves his office and to catch him off guard is as rare and unlikely as spotting Santa Claus in July.

It would take the whole family to come up with a plan—including Hannibal Jr.

And to get him on board would already be a miracle.

At the end though, Hannibal Jr. decided it would make a good distraction and an occasion to test the younger Hannibals' skills. So, he allowed it.

He did help them set their father up with one of his co-workers he had invited for the occasion.

He knew you had been single for a while and were living alone. No attachment.

His father would approve, as you would fit better into the family and soon, they were all working on a way to

But, he let the young ones take care of the rest and only sometimes inquired on their plans and gave them some clues or advice.

When the day arrived, you soon found yourself outside with Hannibal Jr. who pretended to have forgotten his drink inside.

You waited. But, he never came back.

Instead, his father did and was surprised to find you alone outside, freezing.

He instinctively took off his coat and gave it to you.

"You poor thing..A charming young lady/man such as yourself shouldn't be waiting here in the dark all on their own."

You hadn't waited that long, but you wouldn't rectify it when the man was acting like such a gentleman.

Hannibal Sr. wasn't the one to spot the mistletoe first, you did.

You looked up and your eyes widened slightly as you noticed the branch hanging above your heads from one of the branch of an apple tree..

The silence made Hannibal Sr. look up at what you were looking at and his own eyes widened slightly before he shook his head and let out a small chuckle of disbelief.

"I swear those boys.."

His eyes then settled back on you and you involuntarily shivered. You weren't cold. But, you had this odd feeling about the man.

He mistook your silence for denial about the mistletoe and sighed.

"If you wish, we could come back inside and forget about it ? It is up to you.."

He wasn't one to push, but you shook your head. He had been nice enough to keep you company. You didn't want to appear rude.

When he leant in, you followed.

But, you were surprised when he lips didn't connect with your lips, but your cheek.

You then blushed when you realized you had expected the other alternative, without even considering this one..

He then lead you back inside and once you were back, he raised your hand to his lips and kissed it.

Your heart hammered in your chest.

It was only when he was gone that you realized he had left his jacket with you.

You were about to call him back when you felt something brush against your fingertips in his pocket.

When you pulled it out, your eyes widened as you realized it was his number..

At the end, the only one who had been trapped was you.

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #morgan hannibal x reader #hannibal x reader #hannibal family #hannibals #hannibal #kevin hannibal x reader #peter hannibal x reader #Hannibal Jr. x reader #Hannibal Sr. x reader

[thebestbossjess2]

Weekend wonderings: Madames stupendous Sunday.

2pm was the time Madame had let me know she was on the way. I waited dutifully outside so that I could welcome her by kissing her feet and parking her car. 20 min waiting under the sun got me sweating a little. She arrived I ran up to her car door and knelt to ask to kiss her foot hello. Her face recoiled 'ewww' I was blown away she didn't want me to I looked up at her as she got out of her car she was of course wearing gorgeous heels ' ug fine just my shoe then'

In the first 5 min of her being there she had already stamped her authority on me and set the tone for the rest of the day.

Going inside after parking her car and taking her bags out. Walking into the kitchen seeing James and Madame in flirty embraces and laughing her arms around his neck his hands around her waist. Looking back at me with a face of disgust !put those in my room and get me wine and what are you doing dressed like that'

( I was in short shorts and a tank top)

I got changed well undressed to be specific so just in my collar naked.

The next 30 to 40 min was just them on the couch kissing laughing talking about thier weeks and work etc I was standing on call for anything they needed I did try speak once or twice Madame shut me down with a look making it quite clear that I'm to be invisible untill needed. And when I was needed she just pointed to what she wanted or held her glass out. Doing her very best to make as little contact with me as possible.

When it came time for some snacks, I prepared a few finger snacks earlier so I brought them out, Madame took an olive and fed it to James then took one for her and lazily threw a square of cheddar cheese on the floor. 'That's for you no hands' I nodded knelt and ate my piece of cheese. Madame basically kept me moving around for the next 20 min throwing food on the floor me kneeling to fetch it the getting her and James drinks.

The sheen of sweat that the running around had caused wasn't unnoticed. And I got another 'ewwww that's disgusting' Madame had found my weak spot for the night she could see her words had broken me I looked down deflated and hunched over. (James did give me a look and a wink to check if I was ok I just blinked slowly with a small smile.

I can't remember when exactly but I was all of a sudden in Madames crosshairs I was the center of attention and OMG.

I was called pathetic a whore slut useless. I got grilled with questions on why I couldn't satisfy James why I had begged for her to do it why I admitted to her about what a slut I was. Again each word and question tore at me like a ragged blade.

Through my tears I could see Madame sitting on James lap grinding on his cock they were kissing deeply I could see James hands running up her back lifting her top I could also see I was definitely not a thought in thier minds.

In the bedroom James and Madame were on the bed I was standing in the corner I think Madame was on her 3rd or 4th orgasm when James looked at me. ' fuck your fingers slut' as Madame laughed and changed position to face me we watched each other cum her in an orgasmic daze riding my boyfriends cock his hands on her breasts. Me standing in the corner of my own bedroom watching my boyfriend and my friend gain pleasure from each other while using my fingers in my cunt to gain a portion of thier pleasure.

I don't remember much after that. I know Madame saw my new boots and said that I didn't deserve such pretty presents.

She left on Monday morning this time she expected me to kiss her shoe while she and James kissed goodbye

[woodox-earthtaurus]

Incoming unpopular opinion. Did it not occur to anyone that Filoni, much like Taika in marvel, just doesnt have the respect for the majority of the characters of Star Wars that - say- Favreau with IronMan or others have? Who the hell treats the Mandalorians like he has? Why the hell were either of them allowed to treat Luke like that? 😤 Who wouldn't understand & acknowledge that there's a SAG and WGA strike ongoing and then refuse to be on the front lines / voicing support? They're both writers & directors/producers. And Favreau (like a certain New Zealander) is also an actor. Plus wtf 🙃 was with Kennedy & Filoni being allowed say on Mando s3?

First off, the Nightsisters were never said to be Dark Side Witches except by maybe Dooku and Palpatine. Look where that motivation is coming from. Second, the Zabrak aren't from Dathomir. They're from Iridonia. And they don't always have red/orange skin. That's kind of specific to the *subspecies* that developed on Dathomir. The Nightsisters are literally referred to as 'dathomiri witches'. Third, they're not using the Force. Did 😒 no one see any clips of (or play) Fallen Order or Survivor? Merrin is thought to be one of the very last of her kind. She literally explains to Cal that their Magic isn't the Force.

That leads me to my fourth and fifth points. No4: Filoni is just making shit up at this point, i would hope reviewers would understand this. Why would there be something beyond the 'unknown regions'? This isn't some dinky galaxy we're playing in with Star Wars. Have you SEEN the Star Map for the number of worlds just in the Outer Rim? There are hundreds of solar systems and nebulae and solar clouds and tunnels (wormholes). And he wants you to think that there's a whole new set of worlds beyond 'unknown space'. 🤣😅 I explained about the Dathomiri already but lets use an actual Dark Force God. In Legends, the eldritch horror Abeloth lurks in a cluster of black holes called The Maw. Its within the edges of the Outer Rim - Inside the known universe of Star Wars. There's hardly anything *known* about the areas outside the Outer Rim; its why the name is Wild Space & the *Unknown* Regions. JFC.

After what has been written about beloved characters in the sequels, in Mando, and even with Boba not having starring roles in his own series, I find it highly insulting as a fan that yall just take this dummy's word that this is gospel. Like holy shit, do some basic research TOR before raving about how great ep 6 was for canon.

Canon so far has been dogshit. S3 of Mandalorian, the cliffhangers of both Boba Fett & Kenobi, the shit writing... The only great thing out of Disney post lucasfilm buy is Pedro Pascal as the Mandalorian and getting to see Morrison as Boba. --> 🫠😵 I find it super insulting that Disney would retcon *their own canon* from games/books/earlier shows to allow Elspeth and the 'Great Mothers' to have the Force. To say that this 'never before known planet' is some special jedi place. To hint that Thrawn might be the main antagonist when no one can say that with the strike or books that are *already out*. Icould keep going but yall bore me. Ewww.

#star wars #luke skywalker #the mandalorian #booo filoni booo #do research first #abeloth #planets of origin #do it right lucasfilm

[keldae]

30. Too quick, mumbled into your scarf - for whoever you feel inspired :)

Maybe read this one first, for some context. Back we go to the College!AU! ;)

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"Well, that was… an adventure," Theron said as he pulled into the student parking in front of the dorms. Thank every power that existed that the campus had cleared off the parking lot during the Christmas break in anticipation of students returning for the winter term. Xaja hadn't been looking forward to trying to dig out a parking spot for Theron's car.

"They say college is the best time to experiment with adventures like that," she cheekily pointed out as she started gathering up her things.

Theron snorted a laugh. "This is true. And the company for said adventure was good too. Convenient that we're both in Coronet City and can just carpool home for breaks."

"Reading week, we'll take my car instead," Xaja nodded with a grin. She eyed the temperature readout on her phone, then sighed and started wrapping her scarf back around her neck. "Have I mentioned how much I hate winter?"

"I think you bitched about all things winter during that night in the Motel Sketchyville," Theron laughed. "Please note that I wasn't disagreeing on any of your valid and accurate points." He turned the car off, and the sounds of Best Of Bon Jovi vanished, replaced with howling wind outside the car. "Honestly, I'm just pleasantly surprised we didn't get stranded there again on the way back to campus."

"What, you didn't want to spend another night cuddling away hypothermia?" Xaja asked with a grin, desperately hoping she was hiding how much she had enjoyed being in such close proximity to the cutest guy at school.

"You do make a good cuddle buddy," Theron smirked, although Xaja thought he was blushing for a moment. Maybe it was just the cold that lent a red tinge to his cheeks. "But I think any time spent there increases the odds of bedbugs."

"Ewww. Yeah, nothing is worth that risk." Xaja shuddered and adjusted her scarf in preparation for braving the January weather outside the car. "Still though, I think I'm in love with you after that," she added, her voice a quick mumble behind her scarf before she quite realized what she was saying.

Theron paused in the middle of opening his door. "Sorry, what was that?" he asked, quirking a brow.

"Uhh… I was just saying thank you for that," Xaja quickly said. "For the carpooling, and the hypothermia cuddles, and everything." She was grateful that the scarf hid how she was blushing as red as her hair.

"Oh! Yeah, don't mention it." Theron winked. "Happy to do anything for a good friend like you." He opened his door wide enough to step out, and promptly cussed as he set foot in an ankle-deep snowdrift. "Fuck blizzards!"

He just thinks of me as a friend, even after spooning me all night in that motel. And he didn't try to kiss me or anything… That shouldn't have hurt so badly, but it did. Xaja sighed and blinked back a tear of frustration, then opened her own door to exit the car. "Agreed," she grumbled. "And fuck Lana for taking the best parking spot by the door!"

Theron growled his agreement as he started hauling his suitcase out of the trunk of his car, followed by Xaja's bag. "Because of course she would. I got your bag, if you want to get the door."

"Thank you!" Hiking her backpack up over her shoulder, Xaja hurried to the dormitory door, swiped her access card, and held the door open long enough for Theron to wrangle both suitcases inside. "You got those okay?"

"Yep. What'd you pack in here, weights?" Theron grunted as he pushed both suitcases into the hallway leading to their separate rooms.

"Only the essentials – flat iron, hair dryer, backup shoes, a few books…" Xaja giggled at Theron's expression. "What?"

"All that for two weeks at home over Christmas? Yikes." Shaking his head, Theron let Xaja take her own suitcase back, then followed her down the hall. "I'm gonna call my dad, let him know we made it back okay. See you at dinnertime?"

"You bet." Xaja hesitated in front of her door, then impulsively stretched up to kiss Theron's cheek. "Thank you again for everything with this trip, Theron."

Theron seemed to completely short-circuit, blinking as he lightly touched his cheek where Xaja had pecked him. "I, uh… yeah, no problem. You're welcome in my car anytime." He gave Xaja a smile, then quickly let himself into his and Jonas' dorm room, leaving only snowy footprints in his wake.

Nicely done. You just completely fucked that up. Sighing, Xaja let herself into her own room. Kira wasn't back yet; it gave Xaja the chance to kick off her boots, flop across her mattress, and silently berate herself for being way too forward and pushy with a guy who only considered her to be a friend. If Theron liked her as more than a friend, he would have said something months ago, right? Or he would have made a move on her during their roadtrip. You completely just ruined things with a good friend, you idiot!

She didn't see Theron lean back against his own door once it had safely closed and touch his cheek again, then elatedly fist-pump in the privacy of his roommate-free room, fighting the urge to triumphantly yell that the girl of his dreams did like him.

Unless that was just something that girls did with their close friends of any gender… That thought made Theron pause and frown. Maybe Xaja did only view him as a good friend. If she liked him, wouldn't she have said something in the motel after their night of snuggling? He supposed he should just be grateful she'd let him spoon her all night.

But for now, he was going to embrace this elation, and entertain the thought of his crush returning his feelings for her.

#thanks for the ask! #kel answers prompts a million years later #honekitteh #theron/xaja #swtor #alternate universe #college!au #slow burn #mutual pining #mutually pining idiots #THESE TWO

[madaboutmunson]

Number Of The Beast (Part 13 of 17 of Fire)

You manage to get the boat moored correctly, grab your things and head back to the van.

"Fuck!" You hear Eddie exclaim as he gets to the side door, "Urgh, idiot!"

"What's wrong?" You say concerned.

"I left the van open." He whines and starts searching through everything. You assist where you can, he'll call out something random, and you try to find it until you exhaust his mental list.

"Weird…they didn't take anything" he stays still rustling around, "ah wait, he picks up your last Tupperware box and holds it up. It's empty and busted open, "Maybe just some impatient stoners after my stash?"

"Well, I know it's like a violation of your stuff, but at least it's all still here," you say, stepping to the back of the van.

Squelch. Is the last thing you hear before you are rocketed onto your back, staring at the van ceiling, "Ewww gross, what the fuck?" Your skin crawls, only imagining what you just fell into. You get up and open the back doors jumping outside, trying to wipe most of whatever it was from your clothes.

"Eddie, can you help me, please. I'm covered in something." You say, flicking the goo from your arms and hands onto the floor. Disgusted didn't really cover the sensation you were feeling. Repugnant, maybe, but no words seem to cover the feeling of wanting to peel your whole outer layers touching this stuff away and sitting in the shower for a week.

Eddie goes to follow you out the way you came. You throw your hands up, sending some goo into the sky that lands on your head, "No, Eddie, STOP! Go the other way" your command does the trick and saves him from a fate similar to yours.

"Fucking gross", you mumble to yourself, still trying to wipe your arms and legs down.

"Oh! Oh no!" Eddie puts a hand to his face, "What the fuck?" He trots over to help you but is highly amused at the same time, "Oh honey, I think maybe this prank was meant for me."

"Eddie, what the fuck even is this stuff. Honestly, I'm thinking the worst and feeling really, REALLY, grossed out right now."

"I think we can rule the worst things out." He says, wiping some from your back, "probably just a ton of lube or something."

"Lube??!! Oh, come on, seriously. Why would someone do that?"

"Because it's kind of funny", Eddie says, struggling not to laugh.

"All right, sure, laugh it up, why don't ya," you say, putting your hands on your hips, and immediately pulling them away, causing the grossest noise you ever heard. Then, you close your eyes and pray for the ground to swallow you up.

"Hey, listen, listen. I can't help you with the whole situation, but I do have a bunch of hellfire t-shirts in the back, all different sizes. Maybe we could make something out of that?" He says, stifling his laughter in an attempt to comfort you.

"Can you just bring them out here, so I don't take all this back in the van with me?" you say, starting to shed your layers, "maybe something to put my gross clothes in, please?"

He nods, hurries back to the van, and brings out some boxes and a bucket.

"I'll pay you back for the tees, Eddie. Sorry about this."

You tie up your hair, dump all your clothes as quickly as possible, save for underwear into the bucket, and quickly dive into the t-shirts.

You find one to fit your top half and grab a second that you rip the collar of and climb into like a skirt, tying the sleeves like a belt. It looks bizarre, but at least you are at least 90% less goo now.

You glance at Eddie, who is looking you over, nodding his head. "You know what? Yeah, great job, looks great," he says, picking up the bucket and boxes and transporting them back to the van.

You breathe a sigh of relief and just start laughing to yourself quietly. It was much easier to see the funny side of things once you felt less like swamp thing.

You hear a rustling in the long grass to the side of you, "Haven't I suffered enough for one night, Eddie? Stop messing around, dingus!"

"Wow!! Sorry for helping you in your sticky situation. I'll be right out!!" You hear him yell from inside the van.

Your eyes dart around in the dark. It's entirely still now, whatever it was, "Say, Eddie? You think maybe you wanna start the van up?" You say back to him nervously.

"Of course, dear, just let me add it to the list of things I AM DOING RIGHT NOW", he yells in annoyance but then immediately pops his head around the door.

"Eddie, angel cakes, please start up the van." You say with a tremor in your voice, staring into the dark and backing up to the van.

"Oh shit! Shit! SHIT! SHIT!" you hear the back doors slam, and you get hoisted into the van. Just as something pounces out of the night at you, only for it to be met with the side door that slides in between you.

Eddie vaults into the front seat and starts up the van. You scramble for the black lunch pail, clutching it tightly and jump into the passenger seat.

A thud to your window as what looks like a many-toothed starfish tries to latch onto it. You both scream at it, and Eddie puts his foot down.

"Did you see that? That's like what you said. Its face was opened. Oh, fuck." You say, gasping for breath.

"JESUS H CHRIST, I FUCKING KNEW IT!!" he yells, hitting the steering wheel.

"Except that one…" You say with your voice trembling, "Was not rat-sized."

Eddie gulps, "What do you mean?" He says worriedly.

"I mean, it pounced out of the grass, at me, like rottweiler sized. Fuck, it was gonna eat me! Jesus Christ!" You say, putting your head in your hands.

Your mind is abuzz with what-ifs until something hits you like that creature hit the glass. Your eyes well up, "You saved my life, Eddie. Like properly saved me. I could be in snack-sized pieces." You move over as close to him as you possibly can and squeeze him tightly, planting a thousand tiny kisses on his cheek.

"Hey, calm, please. I am still trying to drive here." He says with a small laugh.

"That was very…heroic of you." You say and gently squeeze his shoulder.

He looks a little sheepish, "I'm usually not much of a hero outside of D&D", he half smiles.

"Well, you're definitely mine now…my hero, I mean", you add quickly.

"I could be both," he says, drumming on the steering wheel, looking over to you quickly, then back at the road.

Before you even get a chance to enjoy that statement, you hear a scraping and creak above you, "Eddie, I don't think it gave up. I think it's on the fucking roof!!!" you recoil and scream.

Eddie grabs for his seat belt, "Buckle up, now!!" He shouts, speeding up.

2 clicks later, and the breaks slam on. Something is catapulted to the ground in front of you, but at the same time, several thuds come from the back of the van.

"Fuck!" Eddie says, eyes wide with fear at you.

The creature in the headlight lumbers towards the van, its head opens up and screams at you, but the scream is coming from all around.

Eddie puts his foot down again, and the van screams down the road. Once enough ground is covered, and the mirrors are free of those things, Eddie slams on the breaks again, a few times. Nothing flies off. No scraping or thuds.

The van engages top speed again, careering through Hawkins until you leave the other side of it. It's only when you get to the next town over and are at a gas station that you actually stop. You both leave the van tentatively. Then, as Eddie fills the van up, you stand immediately beside him, looking around for anything hurtling towards him.

He puts his hands on your upper arms, "Hey, we're ok. I just need to grab some things, and I'll be right back. You'll be able to see me just fine from inside the van, alright?"

You nod, trying to shake off your own feelings of terror and also wanting to make sure Eddie remained unhurt.

Eddie goes in and emerges safely from the gas station store, his arms full of bags. As he drops them into the van, there is an audible thud, and through the window, you see him filling up a large gas canister with fuel. He waves over at the cashier, who give him a salute, and jumps back in the driver's seat, throwing you some candy and sodas, "These should help with the sugar crash", he says, starting up the van again.

You look behind you into the bags. Sharp bits of metal and chains, bullets, some sort of knives.

"Holy shit, what is all that?" You say, moving away into your seat.

"So I just noticed that the guy behind the counter had a few warzone-type things on display that might help with the bobcat problem I told him that we have. He was eager to discuss all of these items at length and how useful they are. Especially after he saw you sitting in the van alone. I mean, obviously deep concern about this guy, but I did get a discount, so you know, it was worth it. I'll be prepared next time."

"Next time?" You say with alarm.

"Yeah…Seeing those things…I mean, that alone was fucking horrific…but I can't let them…sure, this town is a cursed shitshow, but it's my cursed shitshow…and one of those sons of bitches tried to fucking eat you, man." His face and voice are strained.

"I know, but maybe I dunno, we just don't go out at night, or something? I've never seen them in the day."

"…and what if they make more of themselves, now there is a group of them? Then what? We'll be overrun. All of us. Everybody. Even if we ran, they'd find us. They keep finding us."

"Eddie, we can't fight those things. We need to tell someone about it."

"Ok, firstly, there is no we about this. Secondly, you don't think I tried. After the wedding, I called a whole bunch of places, pest control, animal control, and the police. I mean, I couldn't really say exactly what I saw. So I had to twist the truth a little."

"No, we about this? What, you're going to fight them alone?! Have you lost your mind completely? No way, no fucking way."

"I JUST ALMOST FUCKING LOST YOU ALRIGHT!!!" he yells, hitting the dashboard. You move away in your seat. His brow furrowed with anguish, he cracks his neck, "I'm sorry, sorry for shouting, don't move away" his hand reaches out for you, "Just if I had been a second later. You wouldn't be here, gone, eaten by that thing, and I'd be…well…I don't know what I'd be…fucking alone…half of myself…broken…a shell of a person. I won't let that happen. I won't let them take you from me! No fucking way!"

You grab his outstretched hand and notice a tear spill down his cheek, "Fuck!" He says through his teeth, trying to hold in his frustration.

"But you expect me to let you go up against those things alone. What if you don't make it? What if you go out trying to save this place, and no one ever knows, Eddie? For what? I would burn this town to the ground a thousand times before I let you throw yourself into harm's way for it. How could I ever live with myself knowing that you sacrificed yourself to defend me? You expect me to just carry on like it was a favour, like, "aw, that's nice of Eddie to kill himself for me. I'll just run along to school now". This isn't D&D. We don't get to come back. It's very, very final. And It's not happening."

"You have no idea how it feels to be around you. The amazing impact you have on your people. What will they all do without you? You can't leave us to play hero, Eddie. You are already a hero, not for grand gestures like tonight, but for what you do every day for the people you care about and all the outsiders, misfits and loners looking for shelter in a storm? We'd all be very lost without you, or you know, become an arch-villain-led cult and start researching necromancy."

"We found these things together. So let's end them together. Me and you, back to back, against the world. If I fall, then at least know I got to go out on my own terms. Outside of my circle, I don't care much for this town. But if it's what you want to do. I want to be right there with you. I do not want to sit helplessly on the sidelines."

Eddie pulls over, "Come here, you idiot", he says, opening his arms at you, which you dive into, squeezing him tightly.

"Not just any idiot," you say, muffled in his hair.

"No…my idiot." He says, smiling and cradling the back of your head.

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Woosan - Horny

This has a slight smut, little space & fluff.

If you don't like reading smut, please move on!!  ⚠

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"I'm so horny...I need San"

Wooyoung was at home watching tv with Hongjoong, Mingi and Yeosang. "Ewww!" Yeosang spewed after seeing a spider on the tv. "Its fake-" Hongjoong said annoyed. "Let me watch the SHOW!" Mingi screamed, pushing them out of the way and grabbing the remote from Yeosang's hand and clicking "Play". Wooyoung was just there watching the drama because he wasn't in the mood for their fighting. He was just horny. No he was VERY horny, he definitely needed San. 

San, Seonghwa, Jongho, and Yunho came out of the room and had watched the chaos until they realized that their boyfriends were here. "Babe." Seonghwa sternly said. Hongjoong's face lit up. Hongjoong started crying at the sudden stern in his voice. "Baby, don't cry." His voice became soft. He lifted Hongjoong to his room. 

The others just stared at them. "Who started it?" San asked. "It was Yeosang!" Wooyoung said not interested in anything but San's cock. His gaze was only there. Once san heard his voice, a tent was filling in his pants. Once Wooyoung noticed it he became even more horny, but hard too. "Is it so?" Jongho said. "Yeah I am sorry." Yeosang looked down. "OF COURSE IT IS YOUR FAULT! I COULDN'T WATCH THE SHOW IN PEACE!" Mingi yelled. 

"Mingi! Here NOW!" Yunho very rarely got angry, and that shocked Mingi. "Daddy!" Mingi started crying. "Baby come on...apologize...." Yunho said softly. "I'm sorry!" Mingi wailed. "And what else?" "I won't scream at you ever again..!" "Baby I am sorry, but because of your actions you are getting a punishment." Yunho softly said not to shock the younger. To get Mingi into his senses to stop crying. Yunho slapped his butt. "It stings!" Mingi pouted. Yunho lifted him to their room, obviously for his punishment. 

"Yeosang, you have to apologize to all of them!" Jongho said. "They got into trouble because of you, baby." Jongho said. "I'm sorry Wooyoungie!" He cried. "Iz fwine Yeo!" Wooyoung clapped his hands together but couldn't stand the pain of his cock so he moaned. "Mhhhhm-Aghhh that hurts." "Sannie!" Wooyoung moaned. "Okay baby come on let's go to my room. You have to apologize later okay yeo baby." Jongho said confirming. Once they left to their room, San was looking at Wooyoung with lustful eyes. 

"Who's a good boy!" San walked closer to him and cuddled closer into his scent. "Mhmm. Cherries and Lavender. Love it." This always made Wooyoung happy and San knew it. "Dadda!" Wooyoung squealed. "Yes princess?" San dug further into Wooyoung's stomach and started to blow into it. "Bwahhhh" San kept making Wooyoung laugh until they became choked laughs and moans.

San lifted Wooyoung to their room and shut the door. "Baby, will you be quiet for me?" Wooyoung just squealed, he was too horny and he needed it. "Words." San sternly spoke. "I-i need it." He cried. "I w-want you." San walked to him and started to undress wooyoung. Once he was fully naked San told him to turn around. "Let's count to 40 babe okay?" 

"O-okay" "One......T-twelve.....T-t-twenty-two.....T-t-t-th-i-irty nine....F-f-f-FORTY-" Wooyoung screamed, panting. 

"Come here baby!" San patted his lap for Wooyoung to come.

"Okay pucker up!" San said as he got the strawberry scented lube from the side table. San coated Wooyoung's entrance with his saliva, slowly tasting his inside. "Mhmmm" Wooyoung panted waiting patiently for him to stick his dick inside him. San slapped his butt and then soothed it with his hand. 

"Pleaseeee-AHHH" Wooyoung begged and immediately San's dick pushed into him. "MHMMM- SANNNNN!" Wooyoung moaned in pleasure. The room was filled with lustful and lewd noises. "I love you baby!" San said while littering hickeys all over Wooyoung's neck and collarbone. "You are mine and only mine!" San growled while thrusting deeper and deeper into Wooyoung.

Once they were done, San prepared a nice hot bath for Wooyoung.  "I hope you're not hard anymore baby." San chuckled while checking the temperature of the water. "Come here! The water is at the right temperature." San patted his lap waiting for his boyfriend to come over. He slapped his butt and Wooyoung let out a shrill scream. "Ahh- baby!" Wooyoung angrily said.

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I hope that you like it! I really don't if people are reading my stories but thank you! Please give me requests because I am running out of ideas hehe.

~Hwari

[deerydear]

I'm about to go to bed.

I want to say that the biggest falter that I believe that I made over these young years of my life was halfway-believing that if I just shut myself up in a room with all my problems, away from the larger world.... I thought that I'd find some resolution, or some kind of.. 'solvent' that washed it all away. The real solvent comes from living daily life, and seeing the world, meeting people, trying new things, developing skills, seeing a new sunset every day, smelling the fresh air, sitting under trees, watching birds, talking and having fun. Enjoying life.

These all engage the brain. They take the energy away from the ruminating trauma, and they disperse it into pleasurable activity.

The funny thing: I already had a gut-feeling that hiding with my problems would do nothing good for me. I just wanted to stick my nose firmly where it didn't belong. I wanted to prove a negative. I wanted to "JUST MAKE SURE", which is so stupid.

There's only so much life. Don't waste it on trying to prove pseudo-intellectual bullshittery that you don't find enjoyable.

That's where all the masochism breeds, in these nasty little pockets.

Go take a spiritual shower. Wash the fly-eggs out of your armpits, before they fester into maggots. Ewww.....

Let's say it like this: If we're going to refer to two things as both 'trauma' -- psychological and physical.... why? Is there a psychic wound?

So how do wounds heal? Physically...

They don't heal if you keep picking at them, opening them up to look inside... or even (ew) jamming foriegn objects into it for the hell of it. That might even cause the body to form a fistula around the area. That's how bodily piercings heal around the jewelry that's been inserted into the wound.

One of the most dramatic factors that can affect wound healing is reduced or poor blood supply to the wound. The oxygen and nutrients that new blood carries to the wound are key to successful healing. A wound that is not getting enough blood could take at least twice as long to heal, if it heals at all. These are called chronic wounds. These are more common in elderly people or people with diabetes, high blood pressure, obesity, or other vascular disease. People who smoke are at high risk for poor wound healing.

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Oxygen is taken from every breath. New life.

Malnutrition is a common risk factor that might contribute to impaired wound healing.

If we starve, then a wound will not heal properly, or it may take longer to heal than if you had enough food. What if you were starving yourself?

What does this mean, in the psychic sense?

Locking oneself in a room, running over the same thoughts again. Eating one's own mind.

If the stomach doesn't eat any food for enough time, it may begin to digest itself, like a fire burning out its house....

The body begins to liquidate its supplies, trying to stay alive. It breaks down anything it can spare -- memories past.

Ouroburos.

Hungry ghost.

The mind has an appetite, too. It has its own stomach. You could say that the mind has nutritional needs of its own.

So that it can repair itself, fuel itself, propagate itself.... satiate itself. Live. Be happy.

What is food?

Food is new life. It is something that has lived and grown upon this earth, which we exchange enrgy with. Eating food, and intaking new nutriants allows each of our bodies to let go of old matter, and replenish ourselves.

Just as other 'daily experiences' operate on the same principle. Having new fun allows us to let go of past experiences. Let the future in.

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Trying to section off the wounded area from the body, pretend as if the wound is not in me, but as if it's just disembodily floating before me.

As if it's on TV, and I'm happening to be in the same room as a TV, while it plays its sad show. I wasn't watching it, but snippets of the scenes come into my visual radius, whenever I glance up from my work.

I really feel like something about TV reduced my empathy in my childhood. It was some kind of 'escape hatch' from real life... only it isn't, but it appears to be.

It wasn't like TV forced me to become a certain way. I chose. I made a choice in my head. So.. I can make a different choice, now.

[iamheadphones]

June 6, 3027

“Why does Sam get McDonalds?” Ella shouted. “Cause Sam is an adult and he can use his money how he pleases.” Elliot replied, looking down at Ella before looking at Sam and Jenny. “They're just jealous because they're not allowed to get McDonalds.” Elliot explained. “They're not allowed to get McDonalds? What kind of parents do you guys have?” Laura asked. “Parents who didn't want us eating a bunch of sweets or artificial foods because they wanted us to be healthy.” Elliot said as he rolled his eyes. “One day I’ll buy you McDonalds.” Laura said proudly. “Wait, Ella's getting McDonalds? What about us?” Addie complained. “Laura what have you done? They all want McDonalds now.” Elliot said jokingly as he turned back to his phone. “Well I haven't seen you eat anything for someone who mostly stays cooped up in his room and only comes down when needed or for food.” Laura said as she looked over at his phone to see Grubhub open. “Oh I see.” She said as Elliot put a finger to his lips. “Again!? I just bought this bottle.” Evan yelled out while the rest looked up at him as he unscrewed the lid of the hot sauce bottle. When he did he looked down confused. “Whoever did this you are disgusting.” Evan said. “What is it?” Laura asked as Evan held the bottle up for the two to see inside. “What's that?” Julia asked. “Blue cheese?” Sam asked. “Yep.” Evan replied. Before throwing the bottle into the trash. “Wait a minute, doesn't grandpa eat blue cheese?” Addie asked. “Yeah with his cookies.” Elliot said. “Ewww.” All four of Elliot’s little siblings said. “What is with all the ewws?” Dave asked as he left Laura’s room. “Blue cheese.” Elliot said. “You guys just don't have good taste.” Dave said as he walked over to the fridge and opened it. “Yeah well I’m sure dipping cookies into blue cheese is delicious.” Chase said sarcastically. Dave paid no attention to Chase's comment. “Also Evan, why the heck is your hot sauce in a plastic baggie?” Dave asked as he pulled out a small plastic bag with hot sauce. “Oh thank heavens nobody wasted that.” Evan said as he carefully poured some onto his burrito. “Speaking of waste Dave, you want this sandwich. With the mold on mold on it I’ve lost my appetite for it.” Sam said. “Who do you take me for Sam? I don't turn down free food.” Dave said as he took the sandwich. “Ok now who wants McDonalds?” Elliot said as he looked at his little siblings who all cheered.

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Amoreena | Chapter Five

Chapter Five

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Summary: (fluff only) weekly Saturday reading only they are joined by an extra 15 lost boys, not just Spencer

Warnings (adding as they happen): fluff, hurt/comfort, depressed spencer, reader has a daughter, falling in love, strangers to lovers, library smut, oral (female receiving) lots and lots of fluff

word count: 3K

from the beginning <3

He woke up Saturday morning to the sound of a bunch of voices coming from beyond the walls of his room. Only it wasn’t his room, it was the room he slept in when he stayed with Y/N and Amoreena, he hasn’t left since he arrived on Thursday and he had no plan to either.

They still hadn’t told her about their relationship, not wanting her to come crawling into bed with her mom in the morning to find Spencer there too. She wasn’t ready to explain to Amoreena what it meant for Spencer to be in her bed, how they were in love and that she might need to learn how to knock before entering.

So he slept in the spare room, completely contently because he knew she was only on the other side of the wall, instead of 30 minutes away like she would be when he slept at his own apartment.

It had been a week since he saw them reading in the park, and now they were his family. It was incredibly fast, anyone who heard the news would say so. But that’s how his life worked, he blew through everything incredibly fast, it only made sense for him to skip every step in the book and become a stepdad overnight.

He woke up then, missing Y/N and Amoreena as he thought about the last week. Finally getting dressed and peaking outside, through the crack in the blinds, to see what was going on on the farm.

There were a bunch of men in the field with the cows dropping new cattle off in a big truck as a bunch of children ran around the yard. Y/N wasn’t kidding when she said her 7 siblings had produced 15 cousins for Amoreena to play with. Children all between the ages of toddler and 7-years-old, screaming while they ran after Rufus and the cats, it was a pure dopamine rush to witness.

He found Y/N in the living room, a book in one hand and a coffee in the other, “good morning cutie, all the ruckus on the farm wake you up?” She did her best fake southern accent as she smiled at him. Beautiful as ever in the early morning sunshine.

He nodded with a yawn, sitting beside her and snuggling into her shoulder. She placed her mug in his hands so she could wrap an arm around him and pull him in closer, letting him take a sip of coffee and become a real person again.

He noticed she was reading a book he had never seen before, reading the pages and not know the words. It was a first for him.

“What’s that one about?”

Y/N closed it to let him look at the cover. It was a hand-bound book, wrapped in green fabric that was at least 30 years old and in well-loved condition. The gold lettering reading Amoreena, along with a pressed gold rose and the author's name. He had never heard of it before.

“My grandma was an aspiring writer and the reason I love books so much, her name was Peggy and she had a dream once about a wonderful little girl named Amoreena and the magical life she created for herself. She wrote it all down and my grandpa had it typed and bound for her, she was so proud of this book,” Y/N gushed, smiling as she held it to her chest softly, thinking of all the memories Spencer didn’t know yet.

“Really?” Spencer couldn’t help but smile at her.

She nodded softly, “she loved Elton John, so much so that when my sister Ashley came out she threw her a party. Almost all those kids out there are Ashley's, by the way, she went down the adoption and foster root after I did IVF.”

She pointed out the front window at all the people gathered on her land, “Ben and Dylan dropped their kids off too while they help dad and Evan with the farm. Those are my brothers in case you didn’t know their names yet, there’s also Carver and Francis but they don’t live as close.”

Her little life was just so perfect, “did they want to come with us to read this afternoon? We need some lost boys.”

“They’d love that, are you sure you can handle 16 kids between the two of us?” she smiled, pure love spreading through her body as she held him.

“They’re not so different from psychopaths right?” He teased, watching her settle against him even more as they enjoyed their Saturday together.

“What else can you tell me about your grandma?” He snuggled into her more as he asked, wanting to know as much about her happiness as possible.

“She was always listening to music, she loved Elton's song Amoreena the most. It was the song she played for the majority of my childhood. It only made sense for me to name my little miracle Amoreena too, cause I wouldn’t have her unless nanny suggested I have a baby.”

“I would have loved to meet her.”

Y/N’s smile changed then, “she would have loved you and your big mind.”

“My mom wants to meet you and Amoreena,” he announces softly, he hasn’t really told her anything about his family yet.

“What’s she like?”

“She has schizophrenia and Alzheimer’s and she lives in a care home in DC right now, I try and see her when I can but she has her own schedule so I have to fit around when she’s having a good day,” it was hard to explain it to most people, but not to her. He didn’t feel any shame or fear in introducing them. Y/N was the most loving human, and Amoreena was just the same.

“When is she free next?” A simple question that made him feel incredibly giddy.

“Tuesday from 3-5,” he snuggled in closer to her as she wraps her arm around him.

“We’ll pick Amoreena up from school after work and take her over,” Y/N agreed, their lives intertwining like they were always meant to.

Like she was the ivy on his old cottage, she took him in and made him her own, wrapping herself all around him and never letting him go again.

He basically finishes her coffee while she holds him on the couch. The sound of the kids outside making them laugh every once in a while, dogs barking and cows mooing, the farm was alive and roaring while they enjoyed each other's company.

“Did you bring your costume for the reading today?”

He sat right up then, looking at her like she lost her mind, “of course I did, I wouldn’t have Penelope spend a week tracking down a Captain Hook costume just to forget it.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, “you didn’t?!”

He simply nodded with a cheeky grin, “come on Tinker Bell, everyone knows she had a thing for Hook.”

“Who didn’t? He was the first and last bad boy I was interested in, I typically go more for Milo’s and Ariel’s; full of adventure and always learning something new,” Y/N teased him.

“Mhm, I always had a thing for Aladdin and Belle in search of far off lands and happy endings,” he mused, making her smile just as much as he was, “but for real it was between Hook and Wendy for my costume,” he made her laugh again, wanting to hear it for the rest of time.

“You still can, I have a blue nightgown you can borrow,” it was so easy for them to flirt, it fit into their conversation so simply it felt like they had been together forever.

He couldn’t help leaning in to kiss her, resting her back against the couch softly as she held onto him. He loved kissing her, she tasted like coffee and happiness every single time. She made the cutest sounds when they would make out like she was surprised by it or she wasn’t used to it at all.

She made him feel like he was young again like he was 21 and in love for the first time. All his trauma disappeared and that Spencer who used to stare back at him in the mirror was gone now. That guy packed his bags and left the farm to never be seen again.

Good fucking riddance is all he had to say.

He was happy, he enjoyed being happy and he was going to stay happy. It was the only goal he had going forward, and as long as he was in her embrace, surround by the laugher of her child and family, he knew it would be possible.

Amoreena came running inside then, finding the two of them making out on the couch before they could part from each other.

“Ewww!” She cried, jumping on top of the two of them and knocking the wind out of Spencer.

“Get off,” Y/N tried to speak as she was crushed by the two of them. “Mom down!”

Spencer picks Amoreena up then, taking her away from the couch and spinning her around like she’s an airplane. She cheers and cheers and doesn’t want him to put her down because it’s so fun. The next thing he knows he’s being dragged outside to twirl all the kids around like they’re Peter Pan, flying through the air on their way to Neverland.

He’s surrounded by giggles and tickles fights, he’s tackled down against the dirt as a herd of tiny children dog pilled him. Laughing until he cried, feeling more joy than humanly possible and then Y/N’s telling them all to get ready to he’d to the park.

Coming down the stairs in a pirate costume to a bunch of screaming kids was an experience and a half. Spencer couldn’t believe how happy it made them all to imagine Captain Hook had broken into the house and Amoreena, or Peter Pan as she corrected him, chased him outside with all the lost boys.

He took a moment to learn all their names, all 15 of them, however, unlike the cats, they had relatively normal people names.

Kate, Cade, Jet, Lauren, Cassie, Sara, Evan, Benny, Olivia, Jessie, Owen, Maddie, Gwen, August, and Parker, were the cutest little family of cousins. some looked like Amoreena, some looked like their own mothers, a handful of them were adopted out of the country, they were the most perfect cast of lost boys.

He's never had any cousins, no pets, no siblings. His life never felt lonely until he realized what he missed out on.

“Dad,” Amoreena whispered as she tugged on his shirt lightly, “look!”

She pointed towards the house where Y/N was standing. When she said she was going as Tinker Bell he really didn’t think she meant looking exactly like Julia Roberts at the end of Hook.

She looked magical in her beautiful white dress, curly hair with the most perfectly placed flowers and flawless wings wrapped around her shoulders. She was a vision standing on the porch, waiting for him to pick his jaw up off the floor and compliment her.

“Tink,” the words are more like air, soft and barely there.

“Is Captain Hook being nice? Or should we take him to the pond and let the Alligators deal with him?” Y/N teased, marching down the stairs and poking Spencer's chest.

“Ouch,” he teased her, holding his hand over his heart to make her feel bad.

But she didn’t, “some Pirate you are,” she teased, sticking her tongue out at him before taking Amoreena’s hand and running off down the trail towards the main house, everyone following her lead.

Nanny packed enough snacks for all 16 kids, and a little extra just in case. Spencer slipped the lunch box over his shoulder and they made their way towards the adventure. Y/N pulling a wagon just in case the littlest ones didn’t want to walk anymore. It was spectacular.

Y/N stopped then, pretending to stand like an army man turning around abruptly to look at the troop. “Lost boys, are we ready?”

“Yes, Tinker Bell!” They cheered back.

“On my lead, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4,” she marched, bringing her knees up high as they all followed her down the path. “We’re following the leader, the leader, the leader,” she began to sing.

Spencer was in awe, his heart felt like it was going to explode as he watched everyone follow her. Singing along as they marched their tiny little butts down to the park.

“We’re following the leader wherever she may go!” Amoreena yelled the lyrics back, leading the pack as Peter Pan should.

“Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee do tee day Tee dum, tee dee, it's part of the game we play Tee dum, tee dee, the words are easy to say Just a teedle ee dum, a teedle ee do tee day

Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee do tee dum We're one for all, and all of us out for fun We march in line and follow the other one With a teedle ee do, a teedle ee do tee dum”

It was like magic, they all knew the words and they sang the whole way down the path. Every verse and then repeating it. Not a single kid strayed from the path, no one complained about sore feet or hot backs, they loved their Aunty Y/N and so did Spencer.

“We’re off on an adventure, adventure, adventure,” Y/N changed the words, making him smile as she brought happiness into the world. “We’re off on an adventure to read out in the sun! Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee do tee day…”

Every single time he thought she had given him the best day of his life, she manages to outdo herself.

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They barely listened to the story, it was a disaster of epic proportions but they tried. 15 kids is a lot to handle as an ex FBI agent and a librarian, they had lunch and instead ran around the field playing lost boys instead. It was still an amazing afternoon.

He was going to be covered in bruises the next morning. He had been kicked, poked, trampled, jumped on, the whole 9 yards. They were the most energetic bunch in the whole world, and then they came home to ice cream.

“Y/N,” Spencer finally pulled her aside when all the kids were preoccupied with their cold snack after a hot day.

“Yes, cutie?” It was a nickname that was sticking, much like pretty boy, and he didn’t mind it at all.

“We’re going to need more than 2 songs tonight to get her to go to bed,” he teased, stepping into that step-dad role with ease.

She couldn’t stop smiling at him, wrapping him up in her arms gently so he didn’t crush her fairy wings. “We’ll take her swimming, that’ll tire her out instead. Are you lookin’ for some alone time?”

“I love her dearly, but I can’t kiss you as much when she’s around,” he whispered before pecking her quickly and hearing the group of lost boys pretend to be sick.

“Just because he’s my dad doesn’t mean you have to be gross like your mom and dad, mom,” Amoreena’s smart mouth making them both shake their heads and laugh.

“What would you do if I did this?” Y/N teased before dipping Spencer back like a princess and kissing him, he stuck his foot out in shock as she held him there.

“Ewww!!” All the kids yelled as she returned him to his feet.

“Or this?” Y/N pulled him into another kiss, her leg popping like Princess Mia’s in the princess diaries.

Amoreena and her cousins were all screaming then, laughing at how gross their aunt and her new boyfriend were being. Used to it clearly, their grandparents were just as in love and watching from the porch as they held each other on the swing.

“I love you,” Spencer announced, loud enough for all to hear without a care in the world.

“You better,” she smiled. “I love you too, cutie,” she added before kissing him one last time.

His life felt perfectly complete.

Y/N’s brothers were incredibly kind just like her. He learned that Ashley was the oldest with 5 kids and her wife Susie, then Ben who was 46 and his wife Shannon, they had 3 kids. Dylan and Laurie had 4 and Even, her twin brother had 3.

Turns out her mom had 2 sets of twins back to back, 7 children and only 5 pregnancies. It felt crazy for him to think about having that many people in his life for his whole life, he wouldn’t have known what to do with anyone more than just his mother growing up.

Spencer helped Bob with the barbecue, they made burgers and hotdogs for all 16 of the children while they continued to run through the fields. They had enough energy to last them 5 straight days of chaos. It was amazing.

Y/N and Spencer managed to wander off while all the kids ate, sitting under a tree with their dinner so they could finally have some time alone together.

She was beautiful, sitting in the afternoon amber glow as she tried to keep her hair from blowing in her face. Tucking the strands behind her ears so she could eat her dinner in peace before spencer handed her the hair tie on his wrist. Then she got ketchup on her cheek, seemingly on purpose as she smiled at him and laughing as Spencer wiped it off with his thumb. He was so in love he felt stupid, smiling at her like he’s never seen another person before, absolutely enamoured.

“Derek and his wife wanted to come over tomorrow and have his son meet Amoreena if that’s okay?”

Her face lit up, “his son is the one named after you right? Not your godson?”

He nodded with yet another smile, his lips were going to fall off at this point. “Yeah, he’s the sweetest little guy, Hank’s never been to a farm before.”

“You tell them our gates are always own to new minds and pure hearts,” she smiled. “That’s what nanny used to say.”

He leans in and kisses her then, resting his forehead against hers as she held his cheek in her free hand, smiling ever so softly as she stared into his eyes, they didn’t need words, he knew she loved him too. A week of pure bliss had passed within the blink of an eye, and they still had forever to go.

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We are not just friends —Part 8

Chris Evans x bi!latina!character (Sofia is a people of color, she's brown.)

Chris and Sofia meet when their best friends started dating, it all started at friends with loads of bumps on the road.

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use (weed), assault, Chris being Steve Rogers, commitment issues, my girl Sofia kinda messy, lots of fucking (eventually)

This is slow burn at its best, at least emotionally.

Series masterlist

Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6 — Part 7

It's been a couple of days and Sofía finally had the time to Skype with Mandy.

“Works going great, today's been kind of long. Been interviewing a bunch of people to the assistant gig.” Sofía spoke to the computer resting on the middle of the bed, she was pointing it towards the mirror where Sofía was brushing her hair.

“That's awesome baby, don't work too hard though,” Mandy said eating an apple. “Where's Chris?”

“He had some meetings or something—” She shrugged looking back at Mandy who had her eyebrows up, lips puckering. she was waiting. “Okay, yes we did it, we had sex.”

She actually claps like a child. “I want details, bitch,” Mandy said and Sofía laugh

"I had never been fucked that deep on my life and I've been around the block,” Sofia said biting her lip. “And he's… dominant and tender. I don't know.” She waves a hand and shrugged.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Mandy said putting a hand on her chest. “It's like me with Luke, no one can fuck me as he fucks me. I totally get it—so, you guys dating now?”

“What? no.” Sofía shakes her head.

“You haven't talked about it yet?”

“A little, the other day after you helped him ambush me on the bar. But I don't know, I like him that's for sure and he likes me.”

“Well, that's a start—finally, it was like a fucking pregnancy with you two.” She laughs.

“But we're not dating, just… fucking, he's still my friend.” she shrugged

“And Chris is okay with it?”

“Why not? we were speaking that he had sex with his ex and regretted the whole thing, but I don't know, I'm convenient for him"

“And he told you that?”

“No, But—

“I don't think Chris, Chris I know thinks you're convenient.”

“But I am, I'm cool with that—I don't want anything else,” Sofía said, sitting cross-legged in front of the computer, now paying attention to her friend.

“But why not? Sof. he's not some idiot you've founded on tinder—”

“I've used tinder once!”

“That leads to the most lengthy relationship you've had—on your life!” Mandy said.

Sofía rolled her eyes. “yeah and that worked out so good, Tiffany leave me with fucking PTSD—And your point?”

“Is that I think Chris is the one you've been waiting for your whole life.” She speaks and Sofía frown. “I remember what we talked about when we were younger before shit went down—you know.”

“Yeah, I remember… I was seventeen and still a virgin. I didn't even realize that I liked women too.”

“Yeah, that doesn't matter—I mean I'm glad that you're out and proud not the point—but Isn't Chris all that you ever wanted in someone?”

“Why are you making a telenovela out of this?, I already told you—”

“I think he's great for you and you deserve great—I mean there's no men worthy of you but Chris is pretty close,” Mandy spoke as she walked on the apartment back in Boston. “I'm not telling you now, but maybe there's a future with him.”

“I don't know—how're things back there?” Sofia had abruptly change subjects and Mandy stares her through the computer.

“It's good, I miss you—”

“I miss you too, baby.”

“—no one cooks for me here and I had been back at home and mom and dad also miss you. And Ian has a crush on you.”

“Your baby bro?, He's eighteen!.” She raised her eyebrows.

“He's been asking about you a lot. When's Sofi coming?, Sofi this and Sofi that.” Mandy laughed. “It's kind of endearing.”

“Yes, he's cute maybe in a few—

“Shut the fuck up, no way in fucking hell your—Ewww!” Mandy screamed and shake her head making Sofía laugh.

“I'm fucking with you—” She smiled and her phone started ringing, it was Chris. “And speaking of.” Sofia smile showing her the phone.

“Oh, don't let me get in the way!” Mandy said and blow her a kiss and ended the call after saying goodbye.

“Hey!” She smiles letting herself fall on the bed.

“Hi baby, just gets home—I've been on the studio all day.” He said. He sounded tired, she could tell.

“You sound tired, have you eaten yet?”

“I am, dead tired.” He yawns over the phone.

“Not yet, I'm ordering something though—wanna come over? I might have a huge bag of weed.” He laughed.

“Hell yes.” She said laughing. “I'll bring some pizza, go take a shower and relax—I'll be there in a little bit,” Sofía said already getting out of bed.

“You're the best!, I'll leave the door unlocked, just get it.”

“Alright, see you on a bit.”

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“Chris?” Sofia called, locking the door behind her as she walked to the empty-looking house. Dodger came running from the back to greet her. “Hey baby, where's daddy?” She asked him as he moves his tail all over. When she reached the living room he was sprawled on the couch, phone resting on his chest.

“Awh,” Sofia said putting the two pizzas on the coffee table and slide her backpack off and kneel beside him and kissed his beard. “Hey, sleepyhead.”

Chris's eyes fluffer open and his smile got to bashful that Sofia had to sigh deeply. He was so handsome, with those bright blue eyes.

“My sofi–” He spoke grabbing her from the waist and pulled her on top of him and slide his hand under her dress, sliding his hands up and down her ass.

“You tired, champ?”

“Not of this ass.” He nipped at her neck and then kissed her. “I'm hungry though, that pizza is getting me.” Chris swat at her ass and she laughs.

“Let's eat, uhm?”

Chris scooted her again and seat her beside him on the couch. They sat there as Sofia surf through Netflix trying to catch a movie.

“You do something tomorrow?” Chris asked taking another bite of his pizza.

“Nope, I mean nothing job-related.”

“Mm, I've got a birthday party. You interested?”

“Yes. free food, especially cake.” She quickly agreed, Chris snort. “who's the birthday?”

“A friend, you'll see.”

Sofía cranked her neck up from his shoulder and squinted his eyes at him. “Why you'll being all mysterious and shit?”

Chris laughed, taking a sip of his beer and shrugged.

“It's not Brad, isn't it?” She frowns.

“Why?”

“I don't like him very much.”

Chris frown, giving her one stare to elaborate on that, and Sofía sigh. “He cornered me on the kitchen and asked me if you and I were fucking, so he knows I'm off-limits. He asked me out and was kind of surprised when I said no.”

Chris pursed his lips and looked forward. “Fucking asshole. We're not really close, he's usually hanging with us, he's no longer welcome.”

Sofía bite her pizza and looked at him, not gonna lie she liked that… possessiveness on Chris even though she won't admit it. Leaving the half-eaten pizza there, she grabbed her beer and took a few gulps.

“You finish that?” She asked and Chris looked at her, throwing the pizza on the coffee table and grabbed the beer from her hand, and she giggles putting biting her nail.

“Sure as hell did.” He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in, straddle him. Chris looked down at her bare legs as he caresses them, up and down, and then put both of his hands on her ass and squeeze it. Camila looked down and grabbed the joint Chris had previously rolled and a lighter.

“Want to?” She said putting the joint between her lips and Chris hummed at him.

Sofia light it up, throwing the lighter back at the table and took a deep drag, hold it for a moment, and put the joint on Chris's mouth.

“Fuck—” She looked up, blowing the smoke. “So good.”

“Yeah,” He blew the smoke, hand gripping her jaw, his fingers playing with her bottom lip and she opened her mouth and he slipped two fingers inside, closing her lips around them she sucked, tongue dragging up the bottom. Chris slide then out and wrap his fingers around her neck and pulled her in for a heated kiss “You've got no idea what you do to me.”

“I do,” She smiles, lazily, and press herself more against his clothed dick. “Feels so good.”

“I do,” She smiles, lazily, and press herself more against his clothed dick. “Feels so good.”

“Fuck, it does.” Chris closed his eyes, leaning his head against her chest as she started to move her hips, oh so slowly. Grabbing the joint from his fingers, she gave it another go, already feeling light and dazed.

“You're so fucking… cute,” She bit her lips while smiling cupping Chris's face. “Your eyes are so beautiful and blue and your lashes—I want them.”

Chris blushed and Sofía squeezes his face planting kisses on his forehead, his nose, and their lips.

“–Then,” She said. Putting the joint between her lips and grabbed the end of his shirt and took it off, revealing his toned body. “That. all of it—fuck. me.”

“I'm trying—” Chris chuckle, now he gave it the final drag and leave the joint on the ashtray on the table. Grabbing Sofia’s face, she opened her mouth and shotgun the smoke into her mouth.

“I'm so high, that's some good shit right there.” She hides her face on the creak of his neck and laughs, making him laugh.

“It is,” He hummed, closing his eyes as he concentrates on the butterfly kisses on his neck, she suddenly wrapped her arms around here and they just stayed there. Chris's hand kept caressing her back.

“Sofi?” He said, trying to look at her face but her soft breathing, arms going limp. Chris chuckle as he stands up, she still on his arms and carried her to the bed and tuck her in.

“Chris?” She said, barely audible as she hugged her own pillow.

“Yes? baby.” He said. Taking off his shirt and sat down on the bed to take off his shoes.

“You're my best friend, I love you.” She expressed, Chris craned his neck to see her. Eyes still closed, mouth slightly open.

“I love you too, Sof.”

“Cool.” She hummed. “I love Mandy more, she first.”

Chris let out a heartfelt laugh and slide in bed with her and scoot her to sleep on his chest and she accommodated quickly.

“Sorry about your boner.” She slurred, smiling a bit when Chris laughed again. “The fuck I've smoke?”

“It's a strand I use to relax, I've used it for a while now.”

“Relax me the fuck right, I can't open my eyes.” She gulped. “Imma drools on you, so you know.”

He laughs. “Droll me, I'll take it.”

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My grandpa also has great disdain for recent music... he doesn't like anything after the 50s. So I think its funny that he likes Shrek and he'll watch it any time its on tv. I'm not familiar with Top Gun's soundtrack. I'll have to give Take My Breath Away a listen!

My dad words at a university and he used to bring me and my siblings to the international dinners he'd host. Students would always as me what I was studying and eventually when people started talking to me I'd introduce myself by saying I was my dad's daughter and that I was in high school. I'm not sure if any of them were ever hitting on me bc I was, and still am, pretty oblivious to flirtations. It sucks that you had to tell guys you were in high school to get them to back off. Glad to hear they did, though.

I used to be a hufflepuff when I was in university! I re-took the quiz twice about a year ago and was shocked to get Slytherin both times but I've embraced it. Most of the qualities are very positive except for cunning and I don't think that describes me at all.

I totally get that. I had a similar experience meeting my best friend at university. We clicked really fast and even after graduating I still hang out with her once a week. (The teenage drama movie life thing sounds awful but in high school I was definitely also on the outside of my friend circle) It sure has been hard recently to maintain friendships but I have more good friends right now than at any other point in my life.

I'll take your word for it that I give off painting/crocheting vibes! And I agree with you on the winter v. summer thing. Summer is my least favorite season. Partly because of how humid it is in the summer here.

My group just finished a campaign a few months ago and I played a gnome cleric. They started a new campaign but I felt like I needed a break bc the sessions are long and intense even though I really enjoy it. What class do you play?

The sweater is a commission actually! In university I led a crochet for beginners group and there were a few people that just couldn't ever get the hang of it :(

Did I see that you weren't feeling well today? If so I'm so sorry to hear that! I hope tomorrow treats you better 💜 (also sorry this is an entire novel I haven't spoken to anyone all day so I guess you're getting it all)

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This got SO LONG so bestie I am replying undercut to you. If anyone wants to see me slowly bromance 🐧🌻 anon then read away lol.

I am envisioning your grandpa dancing to Smash Mouth and it brings me great joy. Oh, man, Top Gun has an AMAZING soundtrack. Danger Zone is a classic, but Take My Breath Away is such a romantic song. Please let me know what you think!!!

Aw, that's sort of wholesome though. I'd get that from the older ladies at my church lol. "What are you studying?"/"Algebra, usually." Which was a LAUGH. And to be honest, I'm a flirty person by nature. I think flirting is fun. But to be crude for a moment (and apologies), most of their flirting would be staring at my breasts. :/ But it was SUCH HIGH HOPES when they backed off. Like YES you GO performing the bare minimum by not being attracted to children. Bravo. But really, I've never had a dude flirt with me who wouldn't back off after me shutting them down, minor or not. So I'm very fortunate in that way. But I too can be fairly oblivious? First time I got asked out, I thought he was asking me to hang out with the friend group. Then he was like "... like a date." After I had asked where did we all wanna meet up. Lmaooooo.

We do change as we grow. I've been taking some personality quizzes for school in regards to the PMAI (Pearson-Marr Archetype Indicator) especially and it actually talks a lot about how at different times in your life you'll display different archetypes depending on what you're having to adapt to or overcome. So I think the same is true for Houses. What's peculiar to me about Houses is that when I was younger I was under the understanding that you were your House, right? But the older I got, I prescribe to the "your House is what you admire" type theology. So I might not embody a Hufflepuff in every action, but a Hufflepuff is what I aspire to be. I admire loyalty above all else. Loyalty and kindness. I might not always BE kind. I'm far too hot-headed to be the embodiment of a Hufflepuff, but I admire gentle souls the most. Ergo, Hufflepuff. I've always hated how Slytherins were associated with negative sounding modifiers. Cunning IS a negative word since by definition it's about achieving one's goals through deceit. But I dont understand why being quick-witted and clever couldn't have been the heavier association. I think Ravenclaw's are booksmart and Slytherin are streetsmart. Gryffindors are street tough, while Hufflepuff are ready to roll. Does that make sense? I think the whole cunning/silver-tongued thing was the stupidest idea, because then you are saying narratively that Slytherin IS the evil House. Why have the House at all? On a meta level, Harry begging not to be considered part of the Dark Side despite the actual Voldemort growing inside of him is symbolic in his rejection of Slytherin, but when you go on to merchandise and tell children you are a Slytherin; you're telling children they're evil. They're gonna be evil. And not in "this is the House for brats" way. In the "you either die a villain or live long enough to run away." insane. My point is they're OUR Houses now and I'm saying I think you're clever and quick-witted, and that's pretty Slytherin to me.

I'm very blessed to have her and I'm glad other people get to experience that too. I think everyone is deserving of deep connections like that. And I'm glad to hear you taking time for yourself away from dnd. Our sessions can be exhausting too, but half of my party is my literal blood family and the other half is adopted practically so we usually end up hanging out for half of the session. Makes it way less intense. That sounds like it was a fun character!! I haven't gotten the pleasure to play clerics all that much. Right now I'm in three different campaigns that alternate each week. In one I'm a druid, and that's our 5th edition campaign. I'm playing the new Wildfire from Tasha's and I haven't gotten to flex out the Wildfire Spirit yet, I am having fun. I've got a wolf who is using the sidekick mechanic in that game and he's so much fun to play too. In the other two games, those are 4th editions (the edition I grew up on and learned how to play) and in those I am a ranger and a class known as a Warden. Sort of a fighter/druid class. And the druid and the ranger are both shifters, and the warden is my half-orc. I'm always happy to talk dnd lol. Which cleric were you? Trickster Domain?

Also EWWW HUMIDITY I HATE IT. :(((

Dude, I WISH I could crochet. My fingers are so big tho, bestie. Makes it hard to do anything dexterous.

I'm already feeling much better :)) unfortunately not in time not to bomb half of my project. Whoops. But I'm blaming Glass Shark. He got me sick.

Dont apologize for the novel!! As you can see I'm capable of replying with a novel in turn lol. I hope you had a wonderful day today and that this next week treats you well!! Thank you for the well wishing 💕🌺💕🌺💕🌺💕🌺💕🌺💕

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