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katyaromanoffpetrova · 2 months

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A lifetime of dates (part 2)

After being together for twenty years, Natasha and Katya have been on many dates in their lifetime. In this series, we see one from every part of their lives.

- Natasha Romanoff x Fem!OC (Katya Petrova from the Forgotten Ghost series) - Wordcount: 2.1k - Warnings: Tony being his usual asshole self (lovingly), suggestive talk, crowds? - We're continuing with the The Avengers movie (post battle of New York) do not repost my work as your own or translate my work Masterlist

2012

''Hot damn.'' A wolf-whistle echoed in the room.

Natasha, fiddling with her dangling earring, slowly turned to the culprit, careful not to drop the clutch wedged between her arm and her side. Her eyes narrowed, daring him to continue, but the man clearly held no regard for his life.

''That's what you've been hiding under that suit?''

''Stark,'' Steve scolded him, shaking his head in disappointment.

Week one of living in the Tower. It had been a… challenge to adapt to the new situation.

For two spies who worked alone, lived alone, and stayed in the shadows all their lives, it was a big change to suddenly be a part of the most famous team in the world. And to live with them. Seven big characters in one building had already led to annoyances.

People—Stark—not cleaning up after himself, Clint hogging the TV, Steve not letting anyone put their feet on the coffee table, Thor accidentally smashing said coffee table by simply putting his hammer down.

Natasha found herself struggling to settle. Change wasn't her favorite thing, especially when things had been so good at SHIELD. But there was one place she ran to when her inner turmoil was strong. Or rather, one person. And now that their floor was decorated, and all their stuff moved in—two bags of clothes, a plant, and some picture frames—she grasped at the opportunity to go on a date, just her and Katya, away from the boys.

Staring Tony down, Natasha marched up to the couch, her heels clicking on the polished floor. From the corner of her eye, she saw Clint cringe, the fury in her eyes a very recognizable one.

She'd been wanting to say something to the group concerning her relationship. And being two women against five men, she felt she had to act quickly to establish her power and authority.

"I'm only saying this once," she said firmly, pointedly looking the other four men in their eyes. "So get your heads out of your asses so you hear what I have to say.''

Tony's face grew a smirk, very interested in what she had to say. Bruce shrunk, like Clint. Thor just looked confused. Steve paid genuine attention.

"House rules. In case anyone was still wondering, yes, Kat and I are in a relationship. We fuck, we go on dates."

Everyone on the couch—except Tony, who perked up—shifted around and grimaced awkwardly at the mention of sex, but Natasha loved making men uncomfortable.

"Rule number one, no weird staring. We're two women, it's 2012, get over it. Don't ask who 'the man' is in the relationship. There is none, that's the whole point."

They were all silent, listening intently, and Natasha had to suppress the urge to smirk. Since aliens fell from the sky, she hadn't felt as powerful as now.

"Number two, I don't want to be made fun of or hear any ''funny'' lesbian jokes, and I'm looking at you, Stark," she warned, glaring challengingly at him.

Tony's eyes widened with innocence, his hands raised in mock surrender, but Natasha knew, and all the men around them knew, he'd jump at the first opportunity to make a joke.

''Three." Natasha paused, her voice softening the slightest bit. "We're both in this for life. So spare yourself the trouble of trying to snatch her away from under my nose, because you won't succeed, and it'll be embarrassing for you. If I see any flirting, I won't be responsible for what I'll do to you."

Bruce looked downright terrified at her threat, scared to even look at Katya anymore in fears of upsetting Natasha. Steve just nodded somewhat awkwardly. But they were all quiet, impressed by her words. Natasha saw she hadn't frightened Tony enough, but she had a plan to deal with him later.

"Oh, and please," she added as an afterthought, "announce yourself before you go onto our floor. It's for your own wellbeing.''

''You mean if we want to avoid a bullet to the head," Steve smiled, thinking he got the joke.

The corner of Natasha's mouth curled up. ''Something like that.''

Everyone turned to look at the hallway when footsteps swelled on. They were fast, rushed, and belonged to Katya, who struggled to clasp her bracelet around her wrist as she hurried into the room.

''Oh, here you are!'' She exclaimed, lighting up when she spotted Natasha. Her black dress was very similar to the one her redheaded girlfriend wore. Short, with thin straps, tight all the way from chest to thighs. A long black blazer had been thrown over it to act as a jacket on these chilly summer evenings.

Natasha's demeanor changed dramatically. Her stern glare faded away like snow under the hot sun, a bright endearing smile lighting up her green eyes as they took in the sight before her. She couldn't look away. Beauty like that had to be admired.

''You look beyond beautiful, as usual.'' She complimented softly, wrapping her arm around Katya's waist to pull her into her side. The men were perplexed at her attitude switch, watching wide-eyed as Natasha's soft side came out.

Katya's gaze slowly traveled over the group before it returned to Natasha. ''Why do they look like they pissed their pants?" She chuckled, knowingly raising her eyebrow. "What did you say to them?''

''Oh, just stating some house rules if we all want to live together harmoniously.'' Natasha shrugged, completely unbothered.

Katya's eyes narrowed at her face, trying to figure out what that meant. But Natasha just stared at her with that lovesick expression. Slowly, she turned to the group. ''Did she threaten to murder you if you look at me?'' The silence that followed, together with Bruce's pale face, was enough of an answer. Katya sighed. ''Nat…''

''It's important to set the tone from the start, before they think they can walk all over us," Natasha defended herself with a smile. ''Come, we're going to be late.''

Katya laughed softly as Natasha took her hand and dragged her towards the elevator, but not before they heard Tony mumble,

''I find that switch horrifying.''

Soon, they stepped into the elevator that took them down to the ground level, ready for an evening of fine dining. The city was still in ruins from the alien attack, but business mostly went on as usual. A private dinner was the perfect way to rewind.

"I leave you alone for ten minutes and you threaten our teammates." Katya chuckled, shaking her head as the doors closed. "What were the "house rules"?"

But the second the elevator started to move, Natasha pounced on her. The attraction, the lust, was too strong for her to handle. "Not important." She pushed Katya against the wall, her lips finding the underside of her jaw like a starved woman. "What is important is you looking this sexy. Good enough to eat." She mumbled lowly, teasingly biting into Katya's neck.

Katya twitched, a breathy laugh falling from her lips. "Later." She promised, trying and failing to push her girlfriend off her. Natasha wasn't done yet, her hand innocently brushing up the side of Katya's thigh.

"May I remind you that there are cameras in this elevator." A digital voice filled the space. JARVIS.

Natasha hummed, the vibrations tickling against Katya's skin. "No better way to show them you're off limits." She said smugly, only more determined to leave a trail of sloppy kisses up Katya's neck.

Katya laughed, pinching her girlfriend's side. "I'm not making a sex tape and showing it to Tony just so you can get him off my back. I think it may have the opposite effect." Another bite, this one possessive.

Natasha was more aware than anyone of Katya's attractiveness, so she feared her girlfriend may be right. With a final kiss underneath her ear, she pulled back just as the elevator dinged. "Guess I'll have to keep you close to me then." She smirked.

"No place I'd rather be." Katya grinned, taking her hand. To her surprise, they went the opposite way of the parking garage. "Are we not taking the car?"

"I was hoping we could walk." Natasha smiled softly, their linked hands swinging back and forth. "It's only two blocks and the weather is nice."

But that turned out to be a big mistake.

See, it had only been a week, so nobody on the team was used to the popularity they'd suddenly gained yet. The second Natasha opened the back door, the one that was supposed to be hidden, a horde of fans swarmed her like moths to a flame. She'd never expected or seen them there.

Caps, shirts, signs, flags, drawings, everything was covered with her logo, with her face, with her girlfriend's face and her teammates'. It was a sea of red, white, and blue, like a bad Fourth of July parade. It was the weirdest, most pathetic thing she'd ever seen.

Her fight or flight response immediately kicked in, the fans' loud voices making her heart pound in her chest. Quickly, she tried to back Katya up, into the building, but it was too late.

"Ms. Romanoff!"

"Katya!"

"Sign my t-shirt!"

"Can we take a picture?"

Natasha squared her shoulders, standing tall. "Yeah, so that was a mistake!" She yelled over the noise, looking over her shoulder at her girlfriend, shielding her from grabby hands or cellphones.

This wasn't their scene. This was Tony's thing. It was loud, and overwhelming, and caused a tightness in her chest.

"Let's take the car!" Katya yelled back, her grip on Natasha's hand tightening. They both felt bad leaving these fans hanging, but they had a restaurant reservation to get to.

With difficulty, they managed to go back inside and shut the door, cutting off the noise.

They stood perplexed, staring at each other like they weren't sure that really just happened. Until they burst out laughing. At this situation, at the weirdness their lives had become. Natasha still wasn't sure she liked it, but at least they were going through it together.

"Well, that was something," Katya said, fixing her hair up to compose herself.

"If they're still standing in the street when we drive out, I'm running them over." Natasha joked.

"Nat!" Katya gasped, letting out another laugh. "You do that to the haters, not to our fans!"

Natasha smirked. "I love how you encourage me."

"I'm a supportive girlfriend." Katya shrugged.

They ended up in the restaurant eventually. Even though the server could barely get his words out because he was so starstruck, and the whole restaurant was subtly staring at them until the main course arrived, dinner was nice, like old times. And Natasha clung onto every bit of normalcy she could find, enjoying these quiet moments now more than ever.

As chaotic as the start of this date was, so peaceful was the end of it. They got home pretty late, getting off on their own floor to avoid Tony or Clint ruining their moods, kicking off their heels for some sweet relief. Natasha poured Katya a drink to end the evening, finding her in front of the huge floor to ceiling windows their living room had. She loved watching the city at night, all the lights.

"Life's fucking crazy at the moment," Katya mumbled absentmindedly as she rested her head on Natasha's shoulder, taking a sip of her drink.

Natasha gently caressed her back, tracing the shape of her spine. The muscles underneath her hand were tenser than usual. She wasn't the only one struggling with all this change. "Good crazy or bad crazy?"

Katya pursed her lips in thought. "I haven't decided yet, but I have a good feeling about this group. Everything happens for a reason."

"You know I don't believe in that," Natasha teased gently.

"You'll see, baby. You'll see," Katya smiled knowingly, downing her drink in one go. She stepped away to put her glass down, planting her hands in her sides. "Now, I believe you were hungry."

Natasha frowned. They had just eaten a five course meal. "Hu—" A sly smile pulled on Katya's lips, making her stop short. "Oh." The scene in the elevator.

Katya's smile widened mischievously as she stepped closer and teasingly toyed with Natasha's necklace, her fingertips brushing over her collarbones. "Maybe if you pull my dress off right here, the fans downstairs can get a glimpse," she spoke innocently, but her actions were far from.

Her motivations were so obvious—rile Natasha up—yet Natasha rarely found herself care enough or strong enough to resist. Why would she be stubborn and drag this out if she could have Katya in her bed sooner?

She yanked Katya closer and whispered hotly in her ear. "Don't tempt me."

#katandnat #natasha romanoff #forgotten ghost series #natasha romanoff x fem!oc #natasha romanoff fanfiction #katyaromanoffpetrova #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov #the avengers #mcu

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scoutpologist · 10 months

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okay im feeling so fucking emotional about having this weird ass disorder so everyone is gonna have to deal with me talking about it. what they don't tell u about misophonia is how fucking lonely it is to have it. even with just the one trigger, i have it at the extreme, and it means i can't eat with other people at all. if i'm forced to, i have to block out all noise and be viscerally uncomfortable. even without being able to hear it, i know it's there, and it fucking ruins me.

people talk about the love that's present in eating with people, in sharing a meal. i don't feel that love. i wish i could feel that love. all i am is afraid. in public spaces, i'm terrified that someone will start chewing something and i'll get triggered. in class, i had to sit there and sob quietly to myself, digging my nails into my arms to stop from screaming. "cool" teachers who let students eat in class became teachers i despised.

when i say it's bad, i mean it's bad. at my worst, if forced to listen for more than a minute, i will quickly go to level 10 on this scale. it's horrifying! it's awful! at times i've wished i couldn't hear at all!!

and like... so few people talk about us. so few people care about us. i'm in so much pain and i'm so lonely because all people want to do is eat with other people and that is the one thing i can't do!!! and at best people have never heard of it, but at worst they try to purposefully trigger me (which is a quick way to make sure i never trust you again. it's one of the worst kinds of betrayal for me).

this is a big part of my life that is literally disabling and i get so tired of people not understanding or not caring or not even remembering and triggering me anyway. it's exhausting. i can't even blame them most of the time, because of how weird of a trigger it is, but it weighs on you after the tenth time someone accidentally triggers you and you've had to remind them over and over and over again.

if you have misophonia, i want you to know i love you and i'm here for you. we're in this shit together. this condition can literally kill people, or make us wish we were dead, and we deserve so much better than that. we will survive, we will be okay, and we will find people who care, even if it's each other.

#op #misophonia #actually misophonic #okay to rb btw #i don't think anyone will clown on this post but if u do i will not hesitate to tear you to fucking shreds

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weebsinstash · 10 months

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Question, and you can ignore this if it’s too deep for you

Have you ever heard or watched Moral Orel? Cuz there was a moment with the nurse girl that really stood out to me and it was just… woah

Cuz I may have an ask about this cuz I’m so INVESTED in the doppelgänger us and wanted to send some asks if that’s okay with you ☺️

Love it 💜🦋

I'm kind of vaguely aware of what it's all about, and I have a feeling you're talking about the woman with the age regression trauma in the episode that got the show canceled lmao 💀

But yeah anyone is free to send in ideas and feedback, although answering can be kind of on a whim sometimes since I'm. All over the place. I'm terrible at answering and being consistent lol. But I love the talk and engagement especially when people like my weird ideas haha, it really becomes an activity in of itself

I'm also growing extremely attached to the doppelganger story and I've been slowly mapping it out and getting different things down but unfortunately now I have so many different ideas that I'm not sure which ones to keep and which ones to put down for use for something else later 😅 but I've been trying to mentally sit down and iron out exact details, and it's been a tricky process. The exact things I've been getting caught on are 1. How long do you know Miguel/the Spider Society before this all goes down, like is it months or years or what, how close and enmeshed are you with this community. 2. How exactly does YouTwo start stealing your life? What methods do they use to frame you for anything, do they set any schemes up to convince other people you're actually them and they're you, do they steal your costume and leave theirs behind forcing you to wear theirs so you can go out and that's when you're cornered, do you actually let them pretend to be you once or twice and accidentally create their addiction. 3. How is Reader finally betrayed and how quickly is YouTwo exposed, are you gone for a while or do they catch the ruse just in time.

It's definitely my favorite idea I've had for him and the Spider Society in general, but it's splitting off into so many different paths at this point lol. Is there a physical fight, are there any chases, does Reader get put in the Go Home Machine, what if it just sent you elsewhere and they don't realize until you're already gone and they have definitive evidence YT is the fake, do they just assume you're dead, what if you have your bracelet off and you're just glitching and in pain and, just glitch into another dimension instead or whatever. Like. The possibilities are endless with this uh, franchise? Company?. We've got characters like Darwin who constantly evolve and others like Gwenpool and, also, it's fanfictiom why not just have fun

Still stuck on "does Miguel/the SS realize just in time and save you" vs "they don't realize until after you're gone and have to get you back" because they're both tasty in different ways. Like I can see you getting thrown into the Go Home Machine amd you're pissed and terrified and not sure what's going to happen to you and, the machine is powering up and everything is all dramatic and, suddenly it just stops and displays NO DIMENSIONAL MATCH or something similar and everyone is immediately nervous because they almost got rid of the Real You and you're understandably furious. Love the idea of just walking up to Miguel and antagonizing him and verbally berating him and the man just lets you because it's kind of like a punishment he's imposing on himself for what how he's hurt you.

You're just slowly clapping at him, being extremely sarcastic and smiling in a way that says you want to kill him "Woooooow, great job Miguel! Did you do it? Do you save the multiverse? Did you defeat the bad guy?" You're just actively sneering in his face and meanwhile he's just slowly processing what could've happened if the machine had just 'sent you back anyways' so to speak and there you are, "hey, what if the machine just ejected me off into the void since there was nothing there to go back to? Would I be out in space right now, in the dark, choking--" and you make wheezing sounds on purpose because you're angry and trying to hurt him meanwhile he's practically cycling through stages of grief while youre antagonizing him rn. You're in the big room with the go home machine and Miguel and YouTwo and a bunch of other witnesses and your innocence has been proven and they're exposes exposed for everything they framed you for and some of the Spiders are like "oh wow sure glad that's all over and everything can go back to normal and you can go back to hanging out with us and doing your classes again right teach? :)" and you're just like "ahaha, the FUCK I will, at this point I don't want any of you guys, I'm gonna go pack my bags 😒"

YouTwo had started luring Miguel into this sort of trap where he was starting to really put some thought and effort into starting an actual relationship with you and in his eyes he's not just losing you, but also the future and fantasy he's been building up in his head (which definitely involves a baby). Man is having his own dramatic ass anime moment where in his head he's visualizing you holding the hand of a small child and walking away into the sunset as he reaches out "no, come back!", like shit man you'll have to pull something reeeeal special to make up for this

I just. I don't know, i like multiple options and I have to choose one of them! Unless I did the youtwo fic and then did other sort of oneshots 🤔 as a writer it is traaaaagic when you have all these ideas and you decide on a single one and wind up pitching the rest, maybe I should just be unashamed and just repost similar shit all the time, or post bonus chapters to the original fic that might be the same fic again but with changes. Idk. But. Either way I really can't decide between 1. Reader having their bracelet removed and they wind up glitching away and everyone thinks you died but you're chilling with a friend (Hobie? Miguel 2? Shit maybe even Miles as that healing little brother energy, like, i hate it i hate it i hate it But I Understand Peter B's "oh shit did you make me realize i want kids" Moment 😩😩😩 also we stan Peter B in this house. We love a man who accidentally cringefails his life and puts it back together better and happier. Should circle back to him later, i can see him in some "you confide in him bc you trust him and he sells you out for your own good" scenarios. You tell him something like idk dark thoughts you've been having about yourself recently and Miguel knows THAT day) 2. You get revealed as "the real one" with the Go Home Machine 3. You glitch away but then eventually glitch back and they're chasing you down to put the bracelet back on

Idk I just have a lot of thoughts and ideas and my WIPs/drafts keep growing and growing 😩

#i never know when to tag things or not. like when is something good enough to tag #but then its like. i gotta tag it for .y own records #yandere spiderverse #yandere stuff #sinprompts

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lawlietscaramels · 4 months

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Headcanons ╾ Matt

Because Matt.

they get more fun after the first few

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he seems like the kind of guy who grew up with lots of sisters

I'm bouncing forth between "all older than him" and "all younger than him" so let's just say some older some younger

somewhere between three and five

I don't think he would be an orphan actually (I have some headcanons for Wammy's House that I'll expand on some other time), he probably ran away or was kicked out maybe

I feel like his family would be really poor maybe he ran away to take on barely legal contracts and send them money

Matt's favourite Mario character is Rosalina, closely followed by Luigi

he has stuck a nicotine patch on his forehead before - yk like Amy did in Brooklyn 99

he tried to eat Mello's chocolate once when he had the munchies

oooeuggnhheuehh that was a mistake

he has never elaborated ↑

His favourite mythical creature is the wood nymph but if he himself could become a mythical creature he'd be a leprechaun

star wars is a fantasy star wars is a sci fi NO, YOU IMBECILES, STAR WARS IS A SPACE OPERA!! the only thing that can get him riled up is this debate

even though he actually hates Star Wars

Matt has a blonde wig and he doesn't know where he got it

watched Breaking Bad and cried

watched My Little Pony and cried

watched John Wick IV because he got lost when tracking down a target. accidentally shot the screen halfway through

Terrified of any and all old black and white photos of a young girl because he's convinced they're all vengeful ghosts. He would like to meet a ghost actually but NOT a young Victorian girl dying of tuberculosis thank you very much good night

Matt will drive through the city at night because it relaxes him. plays 80s or 00s grunge rock and takes pictures when he's stopped at traffic lights.

can play the cello

His weird-stare-without-blinking rivals L's

I headcanon him as Belgian

when he was little he wanted to be a park ranger. his favourite animal is deer.

his favourite word is "undiagnosed" and I think that says a lot about why he likes Mello (that said he likes the word because of how it sounds)

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I feel like he has dyscalculia

HE LOVES LEGO. like so much. he has played all the Lego games like Lego Batman and stuff. steals sorry borrows Near's Lego. he actually will return it.

Matt is actually a really sweet big brother figure to a lot of the younger kids.

he'd play games with them n stuff

He was in Japan when Haunted Mansion came out but figured it would be fun to watch it. He bought soy sauce popcorn (he was trying to buy caramel popcorn) and did not understand half of the movie but it was fun

oh yeah I don't think he knows that much Japanese. he speaks Dutch + English fluently though

does that thing where he glues a coin to the ground and watches as people try to pick it up. has laughed at this for hours. sits in a nearby garden and has a picnic

rolls his ankles a lot

gets sick relatively easily but will just continue on with life cause he doesn't get very badly sick. minor cold.

accidentally got himself abandoned on a desert island once. luckily he saw a helicopter while cloud watching. it found him easily because his hair looked like it was on fire

oh yeah speaking of his goddamn HAIR

it's brown, but bleaches red when he's in the sun. I also draw it with little green bits. because all the colour hcs are cool. and I'm indecisive.

he's really good at card games

has been on several popular TV game shows. always loses.

Matt!!

𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

#i love how we're all obsessed with him despite how little he was in canon #lowkey best character??#death note #writing #death note headcanons #dn #headcanons #mail jeevas #matt death note #lei's death note

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elsfairy · 1 year

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Sevika accidentally exploding at you after a hard day at work, then later realising her mistake and doing literally anything to make it up to you

a/n: lol, I apologize if this is too sad or half-assed, it's a shitty day. this was only supposed to be short... shit.

just wanna put it out there that I don't think it's something that happens all of the time. she loves you and truly cares about you & your feelings so if she were to ever get mad, she would walk it off until she cooled down. That being said, it probably does happen when she's been working for so long and all she wants to do is sit the fuck down and forget about her day.

It wasn't that she intended for it to happen. You were just simply asking her if she wanted something to eat, or drink, and yet that small question made her snap. Sure you've seen her angry before, but never towards you. She got annoyed, or moody but other than that, she never shouted at you.

"Can you just, shut up for five fucking minutes? I'm tired"

Not the fuckin way she wanted to go about that conversation. She knew damn well you were sensitive. Sevika knew that shouting at you wouldn't fix her problem of being angry at work. Yet those words were instantly regretted when she noticed your smile falter as quickly as it appeared. Yeah, she fucked up.

The only thing she looked forward to after working was coming home to you, her Sweetheart. It wasn't that she meant to shout at you, everything was just getting on top of her and instead of getting up and walking away like she is used to doing when she was mad, she didn't. And yet? she knew to give you space. Because just because you loved her, you needed that moment to yourself while she sorted herself out.

Sevika always knew her mistakes the minute they happened. It didn't take her long to realize she was angry at the wrong person. You had done nothing but care for her, and look after her. You're the only person who she'd let this close to her, and knowing she had upset you? made her more upset than angry.

Was a weird setup but she would leave you be for a solid 30 minutes just to fix herself. She would take a short walk around the living room, pacing back & forth, having inner battles with her head, telling her she needed to just calm the fuck down because you didn't do anything wrong.

Rushing around your small apartment trying to find a solution. Flowers? or would you just throw them back at her? Chocolate? or would you throw them in the trash? Could even find your favorite food in the streets, but again, would you refuse to eat it because she shouted at you? would buying.. no, she can't just bribe you. no.

Yes, you were sensitive to many things, but you could never stop yourself when it came to curling up on her side of the bed, because it was hers and it smelt like her. As much as you'd like to be angry at her for the outburst, you did understand that she's been working harder & longer and it wasn't her fault. You understood she was exhausted, but still she didn't need to shout.

No doubt she finds you, curled up with her pillow to your chest after the 30 minutes are up and she feels god awful that she can hear you sniffling because of her. Doesn't get nervous, but when it involves you? god she's terrified you're gonna be angry this time.

"Babe?"

Tries not to chuckle when you cover your face with her fuckin pillow.

"I shouldn't have done that. It's not your fault. I shouldn't have shouted at you over something that's not your fault, never your fault. I'm just really tired, and I know that's not an excuse and it won't make up for telling you to shut the fuck up.. I am sorry.. if you want me to leave you alone for a while, I can do that.. just know that I didn't mean it.. i love you"

You know she had trouble voicing her feelings but you couldn't help the small smile that appeared on your face. of course she was looking around nervously and not even aware you were on the verge of giggling.

"I knew i should have gone with buying you flowers"

"Flowers? if you buy me flowers.. i will forgive you.."

Now you're bribing her?? the nerve on you.

"Fine, I will go and buy you every flower I can find it means you forgive me"

"I love you"

It's really fuckin hard to be angry at each other.

#sevika #arcane sevika #sevika imagine #sevika x reader #sevika x you #sevika arcane

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vorish-wonderland · 1 year

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Not a request or anything but a thought I can't get out of my head.

Jade is shady af, we all know that. But what if... he feeds you people who either annoy him and or get too close for comfort. I just like the thought of him shrinking a student and feeding it to someone else, he wants to share his pleasure with you and such.

I knowwwwww you said this isn't a request but like I REALLY want to write it now that you've brought it up-

Includes: soft/safe vore, unwilling pred, previous unaware, implied previous fatal

★✦Perhaps You Like It...✦★

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Jade likes cooking.

So nothing really seemed off when he decided to start making you dinner every now and again.

Nothing looked weird about it, nothing tasted weird about it... but you swore your stomach felt a bit... heavy whenever he fed you. And it wasn't just a general feeling of fullness, it was... like something else was inside it.

...

But it's probably nothing.

And in fact, today he's made you something. Something that looks really good...

"I hope you enjoy your meal, (Y/N)."

"Yeah, thanks for making it, Jade!"

Jade was sat down beside you, watching you intently as you ate your food. A bit strange, but you just accepted it as Jade wanting to make sure you enjoyed what he'd made for you.

You swore you heard somebody yell out your name.

"What was that?"

"Um, w-what was what, (Y/N)?" Jade asked, uncharacteristically nervous.

"I thought somebody said my name."

"No! Nobody said anything!" Jade smiled. "Now eat your food!"

"...ok."

You could've sworn that you heard it again.

"Did you hear it that time?" You asked.

"No, like I said, nobody said anything, (Y/N)."

You heard it again. More frantic this time...

And just then, the illusion spell Jade had used wore off.

And there, siting on your utensil, was Ace, at miniature size.

"Hey (Y/N)! Glad you, uh... glad you didn't eat me...!"

"Jade, what is this?!"

"It's an NRC freshman from Heartslabyul, Ace Trappola... oh yes, you know him, don't you?" Jade asked.

"WHY WAS ACE IN MY FOOD, JADE?!"

"Oh... you didn't know?" Jade asked, a malicious smile on his face. "This isn't the first time this has happened. You've eaten multiple people this past month."

"Multiple-?"

"I've always liked to shrink and eat those who annoy me... it's so fun to see their terrified faces, pleading for me not to do it, but in the end... they always end up sliding down my throat." Jade sinisterly giggled. "It's so wonderful... hearing them panic inside of me... don't you agree, (Y/N)~?"

"No! What the hell is wrong with you?!" You yelled.

"Oh dear... I truly thought you would understand me... we're so close, after all, I thought we could-"

"YOU'RE INSANE!! Why do you think I would ever want to eat someone?!"

"You say that, despite having eaten and digested multiple people at this point." Jade grabbed Ace, holding him in front of his face, ,. "Nobody you know, I assure you... unless... do you know anyone who's gone missing recently? You might've eaten them~"

"(Y-Y/N)... you're not gonna let him eat me... r-right?" Ace nervously asked.

"Oh don't you worry... I'm not going to eat you..." Jade said, before placing his free hand on your lower jaw and prying open your mouth. "No... (Y/N) is!"

Jade shoved Ace into your mouth and held your jaw shut with his hand.

"Now swallow him, (Y/N)." Jade demanded. "I can tell a fake one from a real one, by the way. Swallow him down and we can be done with this."

Seeing no other way out of this, you did as Jade asked, and...

You swallowed Ace.

You've felt this way before... a strangely exciting feeling of swallowing something that's just a bit too big for you...

Before you'd just thought that you'd accidentally swallowed too much food but now it seems... it was a person nearly every time, wasn't it?

"Good! So I'll see you again for dinner tomorrow?"

"Maybe... maybe not..." You nervously smiled.

"See you tomorrow then."

You sighed as Jade left.

"So, uh... you're gonna be letting me out of here, right...?" Ace asked.

"Yeah, don't worry." You sighed. "I feel so strange... it just doesn't feel right, knowing I've done this before." You said.

"Well, Jade said he hasn't fed you anyone you know- well, uh, besides me- so at least you can have a mostly clear conscience!"

"I'm almost 100% sure he was lying with that though."

"Oh well, you can't change the past. Now please get me out? I'm gonna need a shower after this." Ace sighed.

You couldn't believe that Jade had been feeding you living people... not to mention you've been enjoying it...

What a terrifying thought...

#first time doing something where y/n is the pred!#i really wanted to do this #soft vore #twst vore #twisted wonderland vore #gt vore #jade leech #ace trappola #twisted wonderland x reader #v.ore #v/ore #jade leech x reader #ace trappola x reader

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sing-you-fools · 3 months

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I think we fucked up when we stopped letting authors be weird little freaks in living cabins and never talking to anyone.

I want to write my book. I want to tell this story. Ideally, I'd like to tell a lot more after this one, too. I want people to read them and like them.

But I don't want to be a celebrity. I don't want to be a public figure at all. I want people to love my books, but I don't want to have Fans.

I'm good with words, I think - I wouldn't write if I didn't, right? But I need time to think about how to say what I mean. The idea of ever having to do a live interview is kind of terrifying. The idea of sitting on a panel of authors at a convention or something and an audience question attacks me using the worst-faith interpretation I've ever heard of something I said scares the crap out of me - I'm awful at keeping my cool in the moment, and I don't want to ruin my life because I snapped at someone who was being an asshole.

Everything is political. But I understand the famous people who insist they aren't. I have beliefs, of course, but I really suck at talking about them. My writing is definitely political, but I'm no Ursula Le Guin, and put on the spot, my answer to an excellent thought-provoking question would be more like "capitalism bad." Given more time, maybe I could say, "here's some stuff you should read if you're interested," but I don't want to be shoved into the "political educator" role. It's not one I would be good at.

My processing is slow. When I'm listening to someone talk, or reading something they wrote, in the moment, I always feel like they're making a lot of sense and plenty of good points (well, not always; word salad is word salad). Sometimes I will realize a day later that, wait a minute, that guy didn't actually make sense! Or worse - that did make sense, but it didn't mean what I understood it to mean at the time, and I agreed with him. This is very much not something I want to do on a public scale.

Philosophically, I don't really want to explain my work. I don't want to tell people what I was thinking, why I made this choice, and so on. I want to let it stand for itself. I also don't want to accidentally spoil anything. But I also have an extremely hard time shutting up, and unlike Tom Holland, there's no way to keep me in the dark. Not when it's my own work.

Sometimes I think World's Greatest Author Chuck Tingle has the right idea. Cover my face, use a pen name, play a character, don't let anyone perceive me. But that wouldn't actually solve most of the reasons I don't want to be perceived. I'm not sure what options there are for me, though. Can I just be a recluse? Can a reclusive author succeed these days? Probably. But can I manage to both be a recluse professionally and continue being very online personally? Would I be able to keep it separate? Would I be able to see a shitty take about something I wrote and scroll past it?

I realize and take comfort in the fact that the likelihood of achieving that level of success is vanishingly small. I remind myself that Neil Gaiman is not the average published author. He is not even the average very successful published author. These are worst-case-scenario worries for a situation that will never happen. I'm still not done with Step 1 (Write a First Draft). I just wish I could work on Step 1 without my brain saying, hey, what if someday someone's mean to you because you wrote this?

#musings #writeblr #sing-you-fools

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r0yalgrimm-artz · 1 month

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The little shit bags- I mean darling cherubs💕

I never intended on making designs of Chazz and Kore's little crotch goblins. But uh here we are.

((Bonus: Ekou with snazzy sunglasses))

Tbh I'm impressed how I have the energy to sketch all three designs, so either it's a sign I'm gonna burn out soon or what 💀

Anyways the kids.

Kenji: Fucking whore. Jk. Kinda. Big momma's boy, kinda had beef with Chazz for a little while when Kore and Chazz were separated for two years during his childhood years, but he speaks to Chazz more often now and has a better relationship with him. Literally is the embodiment of a gifted and intelligent student now is a severely burnt out and tired moody bitch. Has more fucking break ups because he literally doesn't fucking understand relationships well and has a lot of inner problems with himself. Eventually gets better, working on himself. Massive bipolar disorder. Is an asshole because...literally he is one, not because of his bipolar. Very confrontational and argumentative when he is being accused for shit he has never done. Can't see Duel spirits, but can hear them?? Assumed he was just hearing things. Also a big lover of dueling. Very competitive but can be hella petty if he loses. Hates the smell of hospitals and medial equipment, it makes him physically ill and very anxious (lore related lmao).

Himari: Resting bitch face 24/7, is genuinely very sweet and shy. Is she glaring at you from across the room in a terrifying manner?? Oh don't worry she's squinting her eyes trying to read the board behind you. Very passive, rarely loses her temper. Has the fucking literal patience of a Saint. Unless you catch her on a bad day and you set her off, don't be surprised if you find yourself smacked through the wall. Works out a lot, mainly to distract herself or pass time originally. Plus used to have trouble with carrying heavy shit due to her previous weak and frail physique, so wanted to be able to carry shit better (cough also to impress this crush she has on a girl cough). Loves to dress feminine and girly, tries to style her outfits a lot. Literal daddy's girl, yet gets embarrassed and shy when Chazz is kicking off with some kids or parents who might be mean or accusing Himari, and she has to physically remove him before she dies of embarrassment. Literally loves her dad but at times think he might go overboard, hence why she talks to her mom about certain issues and probably dating advice (don't even fucking say anything you seen that episode with Chazz tryna Duel Alexis to be his girlfriend, you should know why). Let's her emotions out when it comes to dueling, especially with how frustrated she gets or angry. Literally considered her Duel monsters her friends during her childhood due to lack of friends, only to look back and cringe. Doesn't realise her Duel spirits watch over her a lot and try to protect her.

Ekou: Accidental child. Literally was not fucking planned, he came as a fucking surprise. Yet was the most chill and easiest of the three to raise. Kinda. Despite how he was always found in odd places he shouldn't have been in. Definition of...that one weird kid in class you don't talk to but he is surprisingly chill af. Comes out with the most horrific and outlandish shit at times that everyone fucking turns and side eyes massively. Also, comes out with useless trivia about probably classic horror movie or slasher movies, adds nothing to the conversation. He just enjoys the cheesy block buster campy slashers and horror movies, no matter how dumb or ridiculous they are, he gets a laugh out of it. Also, attracts a lot of the evil and bad shit a lot. Like Jaden 2.0, yet no fucking idea why. Ekou tends to find himself in what seems to be friendly little duels only for it to be duels where he nearly dies (specifically these happen during his mid to late teens). At this point he's not phased anymore he's more so expecting it and is like "so what is it today, three monkeys trying to disguise as a man while standing on one another or some giant bulking cloaked mysterious man who threatens my friends and loved ones?" He just at this point tries walking away to avoid it yet his ass gets dragged in. Surprisingly fucking smart, he just can't be bothered to do the homework he gets given. Definitely collects magical girl figures. Mainly cause he finds them cute and adorable. Also owns a pet fucking fat tailed gecko he absolutely cherishes and adores. Takes care of it a lot, legit carries it everywhere with him, she just chills on his shoulder, in his jacket or on his head. However, like his dad, he can actually see Duel spirits. It kinda just happened one day when he was like five and he got startled when his duel monster was chilling next to him in bed. Actually treats his duel monsters well, talks to them a lot which...alarms people assuming he is just talking to himself. Also wears snazzy fucking sunglasses cause why not.

Will I ever post more about them? Probably not- I'll probably focus on the current cast etc. Unless I do post more about them then shoot me dead pls.

#my art #oc #ocs #my post #digital art #ibispaint art #yugioh gx #ygo gx #yugioh #ygo #chazz princeton #jun manjoume #yugioh oc

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smolghostbot · 8 months

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Patchwork Melody Snippet: Observations

I still haven't really had the writing brain cell, but I have had the editing brain cell and have actually been making decent progress on my silly little blorbo's first meeting story. And I figured, "Sure, it's been a hot minute since I posted writing" so... here's a very small snippet of the absolute first chapter of the story when Patch and Melody are first observing the oddities that are each other, pretty much just a physical description of each of them plus some size comparison for funsies.

Word Count: 500ish Character bios in my pinned post

CW for G/t First Meeting-typical accidental dehumanization, and mentally using it pronouns for a character who does not use them.

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"Hey, don't be afraid, I don't want to hurt you, just know what you are," said the human. At least, the terrified sprite thought the being was a human. It had the height and weird rounded ears, but its eyes were a bright red, and its hair seemed to be a greenish… blueish… a color that human hair is not, at least as far as they knew.

Even aside from their hair and eyes, the human was definitely an odd-looking one, being rather tall and lanky, even by the standards of humans. They were wearing a simple gray shirt, with some sort of figure on the shirt that the sprite couldn't recognize, and a denim jacket with matching pants. Their face, staring in wonder, was somewhat pale, with a light dusting of freckles that matched the sprite's own. Their face was outlined by a fairly chiseled jaw, more so than most female humans the sprite had seen before. Round glasses were perched on their nose, causing an odd distortion on the giant creature's eyes from the sprite’s perspective. The human was staring them dead in the eyes and leaning down even closer, before they spoke again, their voice a soft whisper, as if afraid to hurt the sprite's ears.

"Hello? I'm guessing you're either ignoring me or can't understand me. I promise I mean you no harm, little cutie. I just want to get a closer look at you real quick... I'll let you go on your way in just a moment…"

Melody bent down to lift the adorable tiny thing, to investigate it more closely, and immediately noted just how small it was. Held within her loose fist, the tiny thing's squirming legs didn't even reach her pinky finger. Her comparatively massive red eyes, the result of her decorative contacts, gazed at the tiny creature with fascination, watching it flail about in her hand with a raw curiosity. Despite putting almost no pressure into her grip, afraid of hurting this small creature, she couldn't even feel the struggles of the little thing. Now that it was closer and (slightly) more still, she was able to get a more detailed look at its features. Its skin had a grayish pallor that Melody wasn't sure was natural for whatever it was. Its eyes were a vibrant purple, offset by the duller purple of the bags under them. Purple eyes would help the theory that it has magic… maybe. Aside from the backpack, which she now noticed was denim, it seemed to be wearing a loose-fitting brown cloak or tunic of some sort, with one shoulder exposed, and a small green scarf around its neck, both made out of some kind of fine fabric. Definitely not silk, but not any fabric she recognized. The scarf was a bit odd, given the spring weather, but maybe its body is supposed to be as cold as it felt in her hand. Something cold-blooded? Layers would make sense, then.

The creature's squirming slowed down, as it seemed to realize the futility of its motions. Its long ears drooped down in a clear display of sadness, and its vibrant purple eyes closed. Melody attempted once more to communicate with this tiny thing in her hand.

"Are you done, little cutie? No more thrashing around? If I let go, do you promise to not try to, like, jump or anything? You would probably hurt yourself falling from this height."

#i've described early mel as 'treating patch like somebody would treat an interesting ladybug'. and i have such fun writing with that energy.#mel's not malicious or anything just a (literal) massive thembo with personal space issues.#also no. patch is not cold blooded they are just extremely healthn't right now #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #g/t fearplay #g/t ocs #oc tag: patch #oc tag: mel #patchwork melody

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sorry i disappeared, i'm going through some serious shit right now. i don't wanna take up the dash but if you see this, please read it because i need all the advice i can get. this is a serious life or death thing. legal shit.

Saturday my boyfriend and I went to the beach, he had a beatbox and some captain morgan there but we left 3 hours later. we went to the mall for food and so i could use a restroom and when he was turning into a parking lot he made a little too wide a turn trying to avoid hitting the curb trying to turn in, and accidentally sideswiped a car that was in his blind spot, and the impact pushed him into another car that was turning out of the parking lot aisle. it was a really shitty situation but even I didn't see the first car on the right of us because i was looking to my right the whole time looking for a place to use the restroom. if i saw danger coming, i would've alerted him. i had to go use a restroom badly so i quickly got out of the car and found one, and i called him on the way so he knew i wasn't abandoning him or fleeing because he gets anxious and he was already scared to death. he wasn't answering his phone and i panicked thinking when i came back he'd be gone. thankfully his sister called me because she didn't know what was happening but he wasn't answering her calls either and she was worried, so i answered and told her what happened and i ran back through macy's and the whole shopping center and i panicked because several police cars were there blocking the whole entry, both parties were snapping pictures with their cell phones and he was sitting on the curb with his hands behind his back. then both parties involved in the accident left. they asked me questions and for my DL, but they didn't test me. and they didn't test anyone else involved in the collision. i told them what i experienced without lying and nothing i said could've gotten him in trouble. there was one cop who appeared to try and distract me from my boyfriend by asking me personal questions, how we met, where we both work, (how was that relevant? he didn't need to know) and i'm sure pumping me for info and dirt he could use against him and being a shark. i didn't take the bait and just "chit chatted" with irrelevant silly stupid things. then they made him take the field sobriety test... not giving him an option to consent or decline... and then they arrested him and took him in the cop car... and the look he gave me when they cuffed him was absolutely gut wrenching, it just broke my heart and i was doing so well keeping my cool no matter how fucking terrified i was but when he looked at me in tears and mouthed "i'm so sorry, i love you", i lost it and started crying.

but here's the thing. they refused to tell him his BAC which is deceptive and also wrong, and they did not test him again when they took him back to the station. they violated his rights by doing that, which can actually be in his favor because they didn't want evidence that he was okay so they could get away with charging him. but can they charge him for DUI with insufficient evidence? also it was pretty weird how both other parties in the accident weren't tested or questioned, they just snapped pics with their cell phones and left so quickly. nobody in the incident was injured. they separated us and wouldn't let us talk to each other, i tried to say something reassuring and a cop asked my name, barked at me and called me out harshly in front of everyone, 2 other guys came and tried to make me get off the curb when they took him in the cop car with handcuffs and when i walked by a cop blocked him so we couldn't make eye contact. i don't know if the guys were civilians or undercover cops but they made me go into starbucks and got me a water and left me there. today he called the DMV for an administration hearing to fight for his license and his mom found a lawyer this morning and made an appointment for them to talk to him at 2 p.m. but it's 5:20 and i haven't heard from him and i'm honestly freaking out but anyway.

i'm so nervous i'm sick to my stomach and i want to scream. i'm so, so afraid of him going to jail, i don't want to lose him but something tells me they're not gonna go easy on him and i've never been more scared of anything in my life. he's a good person, he's the sweetest soul with the biggest heart and he may have done something really stupid by driving drunk but he doesn't deserve this.

what chance does he have? we're in california. could the cops' failure to test him a second time be in his favor? does anyone have any information that could help?

#𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐰𝐬 / ooc.

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madaboutmunson2 · 8 months

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Dream Weaver - Part 1

Prompt: Dreams are Soulmate's Memories (C2) @eddiemunsonbingo Summary: Eddie begins to get a reoccurring dream, and Wayne advises him of an old bit of folklore he heard once. That some dreams could be the memories of your soulmate. Ever the detective, a young Eddie Munson, sets to documenting these dreams in hopes of gathering the clues of who his soulmate might be. Notes: I wanted this to be a visual as well as just text so below the standard fic text you'll see Eddie's actual diary entries, if you like that sort of thing :) But this is Eddie's diary so expect the language to be less than polite and the doodles may be a little immature let's say 😂 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dreaming is free.

Or at least that's what Debbie Harry sings.

You're my official new Dream Diary! Well, first of any diary, really. Nabbed you out of the lost & found when I was skipping class.

You're kinda girly, but you were free, and being girly aint all that bad. That's all patriarchal bullshit, anyway!

Never thought I'd need one of these, but I figure maybe these weird dreams are worth tracking, just in case I do have one. A SOULMATE!!! Christ, that's terrifying!

I was having trouble sleeping, and then I started getting these weird ass dreams. Not like weird-cool, like after too much cheese, chocolate or weed (He’s drawn a picture of a joint here), but like weird, as in they were really fucking normal. I mean normal, like TV family normal, like the Brady bunch, but way less people, not like reality normal.

Well, at least at first. Sometimes they aren't so nice. Sometimes they reminded me of living with my folks, and that FUCKING SUCKED!

Anyway, I told the font of knowledge that is Wayne about these weird dreams and at first, he was like, don't worry about it, but then he told me this bit of folklore and it was something like your dreams are the memories of your soulmate, so I thought I'd start writing them down. Like campaign clues to figure out who it might be? Unless one of their memories is looking in a mirror, I'm gonna need all the clues I can get!

So far, I think that I'm like a little kid, and there are a few people that show up. One is a man who looks real fancy, probably loaded. I guess he’s the Dad? He’s mostly always in a shirt and tie, sometimes one of those Dad polo shirts that he probably wears to golf with his yuppie friends. Well, bad fashion aside, proves one thing at least, being richer wouldn’t have got me a better Dad because the guy is a grade-A star fucking asshole! He’s always holding some object in his hand, a broken picture frame, a Barbie, a book, a glass of whiskey, shoving it towards my face and yelling like I just pissed in his cereal or something. WHAT A DICK! I can feel my soulmate wants to cry but is holding it in. I’m not sure how. Maybe she’s small for her age? The Dad guy is at least 2 feet taller than them. No way someone with that good a life would shout at a kid that way, right? A shitty dad is a pretty sad thing to have in common, but at least it's something because it’s the only thing so far.

There is a woman in a uniform with an apron, she's nice, and she gives us cookies on the sly, and when the Dad ogre has finished shouting at us, she’s normally the one who turns up just before I wake up.

The last person, I don't know if she’s the Mom or a piano teacher, but she’s way too good-looking to be either. She looks like a movie star and dresses like one too. Velvet Looks like Faye Dunaway in Chinatown, but her eyes slope down, like when she isn’t smiling, they always look sad. But my god, when she smiles and tells me I played something right, I feel like my heart could burst right out of my chest and explode into a million cartoon bluebirds and butterflies or some shit like that. I don't think I've felt that way about anything except my guitar and when a cheerleader smiled at me one time accidentally. Shit what if my soulmate is a cheerleader? Most of them are rich girls, right?

Anyway, that's what I have for now. Until next time Double-D

#eddie munson #eddiemunson #Eddie munson soulmates #Eddie munson dream diary #Eddie munson dream journal #Eddie munson doodles #madaboutmunson #madaboutmunson Dream Weaver #stranger things

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angryborzois · 5 months

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@astral-from-afar since u wanted to hear my story lmao (it was kinda long to be a comment)

alright idk where to begin lmfao

okay so i dont remember how much of it I told you but remember the clingy girl who was insensitive and stuff last year? (ok its okay if you don't remember but yeah there was a girl like that jasdffkd)

she's one of the people i remember and get annoyed about to this day but okay that's still not that bad since I managed to drift from her

so the real problem was this other clingy girl 😭YES THERE WERE TWO

i guess she was less clingy and a little more tolerable but still... the problem here was that this girl liked me.....

there were a lot of reasons that make me pissed off remembering to this day but that's sort of unrelated here (for context just know that I disliked her from the near beginning) so onto the main story

So this girl would always ask for hugs from me which I was okay with at first (she did it to everyone ig) but eventually I stopped letting her hug me because I got tired of it and I don't really like hugs to begin with.

but still, she was weird about physical touch...i remember this one time where she kept touching my arm when I was wearing a short sleeve and she was saying stuff like "wow you're so muscular" (IM NOT BTW??? LIKE BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY IM AVERAGE ASF) like okay that was creepy ngl.... i still didn't think anything of it back then though which was stupid of me because I should've connected all the dots

also she kept complimenting me all the time which was mildly uncomfortable but yeah couldn't do anything about that ig

eventually i started hanging out with other people and avoided this girl to the best of my ability until the end of the year because by that time I was thinking "oh whatever I'm going to transfer anyways" so i stopped caring since i thought it would be over soon

yeah so on the last day she was VERY clingy since she knew I would transfer (I did let her though since I was thinking "oh its the last day and I'm never coming back so whatever. cant be that bad. ill forget about it later" and honestly that was a big mistake)

so school hours officially ends and we're at the gate of the school. and this girl physically WONT LET ME LEAVE. she was hugging me and refusing to let go but at that point I was like "oh who cares ig". she probably made me stand there for like 10 minutes istfg 💀but then here comes the terrifying part

she suddenly lets go and looks me dead in the eyes and asks for me to kiss her on the cheek (I think? i kind of forgot the exact phrasing by now). i gave her a weird stare (more like a horrified stare cause wtf.) and she just looked away in embarrassment and went back to hugging me and by this time I was like "oh hell no get me out of here". maybe a minute later she suddenly kisses me on the head and leaves

LIKE OKAY WHAT...

THAT WAS AT THE FRONT GATE. PEOPLE SAW. i wanted to disappear and never come back...like i dont know if she had the wrong idea that i liked her back but what the fuck......it was just so unnecessary....

for the rest of the day i did not feel well about this ☠☠☠

anyways remembering that still annoys me to this day like okay maybe if i had been an asshole and said no to her last hug i couldve prevented that

thankfully the people in my new school are actually sane like holy shit what kind of a traumatizing school did i accidentally enroll in for a year

havent met anyone clingy ever since but I'm never intending on letting anybody hug me ever again unless I trust them

tldr: my old school was borderline traumatizing

#angryborzois rambles

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 6 months

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➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 36 - Caught in the rain. Episode 2.

Andy: He sighed deeply from his spot on the back seat, and looked at me with concerned eyes, then looked at Evan a bit hesitant before he let go of him and quickly dragged his tshirt over his head, so Evan was now naked on his upper body, quickly wrapping the towel over Evan's shoulders again. Hey… wrap your arm around Congo's neck… and mine as well… please… I need to get you out of these pants, but I can't unless you're stable… I don't want you getting hurt…

Evan: He grunted softly but did as Andy said, quickly wrapping his arms around our necks so we in the process all 3 got a bit of the blanket over our shoulders

Andy: He grunted a few times as he tried wiggling the wet jeans off Evans body, chuckling softly as the boxers accidentally followed in the process Sorry… but it's so hard dragging wet jeans off! Ugh! He leaned back in the car and sighed relieved as he was done. Evan was now sitting between us, butt naked, and it wasn't hard for me to read Andy's face. He was trying his hardest to not follow his urges. But after a couple of minutes he gave in, and started kissing Evan's neck softly… slowly letting a hand travel down to his dick, playfully running his fingers over Evan's soft skin. Yes, I remembered the softness very well.

❌Short sex scene START - readers must be 18+❌ ❌ (To skip sex scene, scroll till next marking) ❌

Congo: I leaned against the window and looked out at the rain… trying my best to give Evan some privacy, although it was almost impossible in a car, and especially when his arm was still wrapped around my neck, his fingers starting to dig into my shoulder as Andy started jerking him off. I heard the soft moans from him… and then I to my surprise felt him grab onto my hand, leading it down between his legs, locking it around his hard dick. What? I turned and looked at him, he didn't look at me, his eyes was closed, and his head was leaned backwards against the seat. I looked at Andy a bit hesitating, then at Evan as he moaned softly, quickly leaning closer to his ear, whispering softly Are you sure?

Evan: He nodded gently

Congo: I bit my lips and begged things wouldn't become weird again, as I slowly started moving my hand at the rhythm of Andy's, observing Evan as he moaned softly. He was still extremely tense, and shaky, so I couldn't blame him for wanting a quick relief. So I decided to give him just that, but without stepping over any lines. I planted a soft kiss on his temple and wrapped my arm around his head instead of his shoulders, dragging his head close to me so it could rest on my own shoulder. I heard him moan relieved from the comfort it seemed to bring him, and I felt his nails dig into my back. His arms were still over our shoulders as I watched our hands pump his dick.. it was still a soft, slow rhythm, but definitely more heated than last. I felt his breath getting hotter against the bare skin of my neck, and I kissed his hair gently, to reassure I was there for him to lean on. I tried my very best to remain calm and collected, but as I saw Andy bend forwards and start sucking off Evan, I lost if for a few seconds. I grabbed Evan's chin and lifted his head slowly towards me, observing his lips hungry as I moaned softly and licked them. He immediately opened his eyes and gasped, looking scared and confused. I quickly stopped my movements and let go of his dick I'm sorry… I just got caught up…

Evan: He looked terrified as if it wasn't me he was looking at, but someone else.

Congo: I'm so sorry Evan, please forgi… I didn't get to say more before he shook his head, gasped for air and dug his face into the arch between my shoulder and neck

Evan: I can't breathe!! His voice was shaky and filled with fear as he once again grabbed my hand and led it back to his dick Hold me!

Congo: Without hesitating I locked my hand around it again, facing Andy as he returned to sit normally next to Evan

Andy: Are you okay? He looked at Evan with worried eyes

Evan: Moaned softly

Congo: I kept moving my hand up and down, trying to not get too affected by his soft moans on my skin

Andy: Observed us for a while, and I noticed in his eyes, that he had noticed like me, that only I was touching Evan. He bit his lips hungry and leaned forwards to lick and bite Evan's nipples, making him moan a bit louder for each bite

Congo: I started praying Daniel would be home, as there would be no chance in hell I would be able to calm myself down after this car ride! And then Andy leaned in, starting to kiss Evan… at first he didn't kiss much back, he seemed to maybe even struggle a bit, but after a minute or so, Evan's tongue started twirling Andy's, and I couldn't help but stare, moaning satisfied as Andy turned his head slightly and let his tongue slip into my mouth for a change, Evan being trapped between us as I kept jerking him off. He moaned soft once in a while and as if this whole thing couldn't get more surprising, I felt him grab onto my hand on the outside, squeezing it hard so my hand automatically got tighter around his dick. But he didn't let go again, his hand kept it's tight grip on mine… I felt him breathe deeper and slower, moaning out long fragile moans, and as I looked at him, I noticed he had the same drowsy look on his face as Andy would get right before fainting. I looked out the window, we had just started driving up the mountain, so we would be home soon. I wanted to speak out to make Gaby drive slower, but I was afraid I would somehow make the glass spill over, so instead I changed the rhythm slightly, watching him tremble as he felt close to cumming, and so was I.

Andy: As he noticed the breakthrough, he sat up straight, and let Evan's arm slide off his shoulders, quickly grabbing both his own and Evan's dick, only jerking himself few times before he came with a deep moan. The cum slowly ran down his hand as he kept jerking a few more times, before he let go and licked the cum of his hand and fingers. He quickly leaned forwards, and shoved his tongue into Evan's mouth, clearly letting some of the cum seep into his mouth, and as Evan moaned deeply, I begged there were some left for me. And there were. Andy quickly turned his head, and kissed my lips, and as I slowly opened my mouth, he let the rest of the cum run into my mouth. I moaned softly as I tasted him.

Evan: He once again got that look on his face, as he was just about to faint, so I looked at Andy a bit questioning

Andy: Nodded at Evan's face Kiss him…

Congo: I shook my head lightly No… there's a line Andy.

Andy: He's done for Congo, and we're almost there. Please… for me….

Congo: Dammit! I could never say no to that boy! I leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Evan's mouth, and as I did I felt him go completely numb in his whole body. It was like he turned to butter and melted on the spot. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and fluttered it over his tongue, it was soft, and he tasted like pizza and sweet tobacco. He moaned soft and long, in a releasing tone, kinda like when you let air out of a wheel… And as I looked down, I saw him cum. I also saw his limp body dangling in our arms, and in a split second a devil got into And, ad he grabbed Evan's hips, and roughly pulled him closer to himself. I observed as Andy in a split second scooped Evan's cum up and rubbed it on both his own dick and Evan's hole, and as Evan seemed to come to his senses, Andy quickly pushed himself inside Evan, before he could get to react.

Evan: He moaned out loud as he felt Andy penetrate him and reached backwards, digging his nails into my upper arms, looking at me with drowsy eyes, as if he once again was just on the verge of passing out from the overflow of satisfaction in his body.

Congo: I wrapped my arms around his upper body tight and whispered softly I got you… I won't let go… And as he sighed out a big relieved moan, I once again knew I was doing the right thing, so I let go with one of my arms, and let my hand travel down his body, locking itself around his beautiful dick, and started pumping it, this time in a more solid rhythm. I observed Andy's dick gliding in and out of Evan, pounding him fiercely as Andy got on his knees, along the way lifting Evan's ass from the seat. God I was ready to burst, and nodded at Gaby thankfully in the mirror as she slowed down

Andy: Fuck!!! He moaned deeply and pressed his back against the roof of the car, starring intensely into my eyes as he kept fucking Evan, so hard Evan's legs were flopping around, and his big heavy, wet boots started sliding off, landing at the floor of the car with two loud bumps You're so fucking sexy, I can't even believe it! He looked at Evan with hungry eyes, and Evan answered in a small whimpering moan as his eye rolled back in his head and he sighed relieved as he came again Oh god yes!!! He grabbed Evan's dick and started pounding it so hard I had to wonder if that was even good for Evan, but as he looked up at me with scared eyes, grabbed for Andy's hand to slow down

Evan: I can't hold on!

Congo: What sweety? I looked at him with confused eyes

Evan: Please hold me! I his eyes got terrified and he gasped for air as he dug his nails further into my skin, making me moan out loud in pain

Congo: I looked at Andy worried

Andy: Just keep him calm he panted for air between his words keep him calm…

Congo: I placed a gentle hand on Evans cheek and caressed it softly, observing his drowsy eyes as they kept looking at me scared

Evan: I'm scared…

Congo: My voice was mild and warm What are you scared of sweety?

Evan: Moaned whimpering Letting go… what if I don't wake up again?

Congo: I frowned confused Letting go?

Evan: He moaned longing and his eyes made a quick roll again

Andy: He's gonna… he moaned deeply he's gonna pass out….

Congo: I looked at him with worried eyes Well stop then!

Andy: Shook his head Trust me! He groaned and panted for air It's the only thing that helps me, when I get THAT bad! So I'm gonna…

Evan: His voice was fragile, drowsy and hoarse as he interrupted Andy Fuck me…. and it quickly turned into just a sleepy mumbling fuck me…. He was still looking at me… but I'm pretty sure he was speaking to Andy. Wasn't he?

Congo: I kept stroking his cheek gently, looking into his eyes that now were more drowsy than before, he was really right there on the edge, and just as the thought circled in my head, I saw Evan's whole body flop around like a limp doll as Andy Started pounding him so hard I begged he would be okay.

Evan: He moaned vague, like from way deep inside him… like he was already gone, and his moans could no longer reach the surface fuck me….

Congo: I moaned deep as I gazed into his deep longing eyes… still not sure if he spoke to me, Andy or to just anybody that could crawl inside him for a while and erase the pain. So I decided to go the middle way and once again grabbed on to his dick. I watched his body twitch a few times, then it turned limp again, moving at the pounds of Andy, and it took about 15 seconds before I realised he had in fact passed out Andy… ANDY!

Andy: He looked at me with the same drowsy eyes that had just been planted on Evan

Congo: Andy, he's gone…

Andy: THANK GOD! He moaned out loud as he came, clearly he had been fighting to keep it back, cause as he kept pounding, the massive load of cum, got squished out of Evan and started dripping down on the leather seat and floor. It took Andy about 10 seconds to slow down and fully stop his moments, and for each pound, more cum got squished out. He panted and gasped for air as he leaned himself against the backseat and chuckled nervously That was fucking hard!

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Congo: I gently brushed a hand over Evan's throat, searching for a pulse, smiling relieved as I found it. It was at a resting speed, so that was our blessing, and I let go of his dick, just in time to see cum slowly seep out of it and down the shaft. I wrapped my arms tight around his chest and gently lifted him upwards, kissing his hair softly Come back sunshine… follow my voice…

Gaby: Cleared her voice Sorry guys… we're home… and it might be better to leave him as I can see both Robert and Daniel stand outside your house. I imagine Evan doesn't wanna face this. I could also turn the car? she chuckled softly

Congo: Just stop.

Gaby: Okay… she stopped the car slowly and turned around to look at us My… he really had a lot built up in there, huh? She nodded at all the cum travelling down Evan's dick, down on the seat, and further down on the floor So what's the plan?

Congo: I looked at Andy with a soft smile I'm sorry, this is gonna be quick. Zip your pants… dry the seat and floor with Evans shirt and for God sake don't tell anyone!

Andy: Rolled his eyes I'm not brain dead!

Congo: I sighed softly Tell them we took a cab so we will be home soon…

Andy: But? He pointed towards the house

Congo: We're still far enough away for them to not be able to see anything in this heavy rain, so Evan and I will get off here. Just go with Robert and Daniel… and if you could join too Gabriella, please… go to the living room, get some soup from the freezer and heat it up slowly…. pretend we're right behind you… you'll figure something out.

Gabriella: She nodded agreeing

Congo: I'll get Evan to bed and then come meet you upstairs.

Andy: Chuckled cheekily Gotcha!

Congo: I bend forwards and kissed his forehead softly

Gaby: GO! Daniel is coming! Hurry! She chuckled warmly

Congo: I quickly grabbed on to the blanket, making sure it wouldn't slide off us, and ran out the door, nodding at Andy as he followed behind me to go sit on the passenger seat. And then I quickly disappeared into the darkness between the tall trees between our two houses. I chuckled softly as I noticed Evan's wet pants still hanging around his ankles My God you're a mess. I smiled at his sleeping face and kissed his nose gently, then upped the speed of my pace, quickly making it through the garden without Robert noticing from the street. I silently slipped into the TV room, and closed the door behind me, smiling satisfied as the room was bathed in a dimmed light from the night stand. I praised that I didn't have to stumble around in the dark among chips bags, lubes and dirty clothes. The room had come to remind me more and more of a teenage boy's room. Guess I lived with two of them. I chuckled softly and caressed Evan's cheek gently You sure are messy, but I'm happy you dumped into my arms, sweet boy. I gently laid him down on the bed, and softly dragged his pants off his ankles, smiling softly as I heard the front door open upstairs

Andy: Yeah… fuck… we totally spaced out, and when we got to the beach, they were gone. Yeah, they had started walking, and finally a cab had picked them up, so they should be here in a couple of minutes. I was finally able to get a hold of them when you saw Gaby stopped the car… yeah, that's why we stopped, in case we had to turn around!

Congo: I chuckled silently and felt proud. I gently dragged the half wet blanket out from under Evan and observed his naked moist body… then once again noticing all the cum. I looked around the room searching for something to dry him with, then sighed as I remembered I had towels in my pocket. I grabbed the package, and pulled one out, gently dappig the skin on his inner thighs, dick and parts of his lower stomach where the cum also had left him sticky.

Evan: He moaned softly and opened his eyes, then looked confused at me

Congo: I stopped drying him and backed away a few steps I'm sorry… I didn't mean to…

Evan: He looked around a bit disoriented

Congo: We're home.

Evan: How? His voice was soft but hesitating

Congo: I quickly explained the situation to him and tried to limit the eye contact to not make him too uncomfortable Alright… I'll head upstairs and see if they got the soup cooking. We could all need a quick bite to try to prevent a cold. I turned around to leave, but got stopped as he grabbed on to my hand

Evan: Please don't leave.

Congo: I turned around slowly and frowned a bit as I saw tears in his eyes

Evan: I'm so cold… I wanna take a shower, but for some stupid fucking reason I just feel too scared to be alone. Could you… he frowned deep and it was clear to see it was too hard for him to spit the words out

Congo: I could… I could take the shower with you… with my clothes on… I don't think that would break any lines? It would practically be like being in the rain together, only in our own home, right?

Evan: He nodded shyly Just boxers please…

Congo: I nodded softly Alright… but it would be okay for me if…

Evan: He forced the smallest smile ever seen by mankind Just boxers…

Congo: I reached my hand to him and slowly dragged him up, supporting him all the way to the bathroom, where I quickly turned on the tabs, regulating the temperature as I slowly got my shirt, shoes and jeans off. I decided it was better not to talk too much, so instead of asking if he was sure, I trusted him, and backed into the shower, disappearing under the water, where I reached my hand to him Come…

Evan: He hesitated a couple of seconds, before he grabbed onto my hand and slowly walked in, getting close to me so he could be under the water as well. He sighed deep from the heat as it poured over his skin, and I wondered if it was too hot for him, but then he leaned his forehead against my shoulder and wrapped his arms around my waist I'm sorry.

Congo: My voice was low and warm For what my dear?

Evan: He shook his head lightly For being such a mess.

Congo: I chuckled warmly I'm used to Andy. If I can survive that, I can surely also survive you. I wrapped my arms tight around him and squeezed him a little

Evan: He moaned softly and let his hands travel up to my chest, digging his fingers into my chest and my hairs in a wondering way. I feel safe with you….

Congo: I smiled softly I'm glad you do.

Evan: I'm so scared. Please don't tell Andy… I know how much the honeymoon means to both of you, and I don't wanna let you both down. But I'm terrified of being alone.

Congo: I grunted softly Evan… you wont be letting anyone down by confessing that. But you let yourself down if you keep it inside.

Evan: He nodded softly and sighed I know. But I would rather let myself down than you guys. You have both been so kind to me. And patient.

Congo: Watching him, hearing him talk like that… I sighed deep as tears started gathering in my eyes Now please listen you little picture of misery. I bend down and planted a soft kiss on his forehead Evan… You need to start putting yourself first. Just once in a while, alright? I don't expect you to start with this honeymoon. But the offer still stands that we can bring you along. I can call right now and make the reservations.

Evan: No, please! He took a deep breath I'll be fine. Dad is here, Daniel is here and I sleep most of the day anyway. I want you two to go and have the honey moon you never had. At least for the weekend. You aren't that far away anyway, so I should be able to manage.

Congo: Alright, but promise me you'll call if it gets too bad for you?

Evan: He nodded softly If you promise to not let anyone know about this conversation… no one… at all.

Congo: My lips are sealed.

Evan: He snuggled his face at my chest and sighed deep I like the smell of you. I begin to understand why it soothes Andy.

Congo: I smiled softly and ran my fingers through his hair Do you feel better?

Evan: Mmh He sighed deep a bit…. just hold me.

Congo: I paused as I questioned his words

Evan: I mean… really hold me this time.

Congo: I chuckled silently

Evan: He suddenly turned a bit stiff in his body again

Congo: Are you okay? I stroke his back gently

Evan: Yeah… I… he took two quick steps back and I realized he was hiding a boner as he quickly turned around, blushing so much it creeped down his neck I'm sorry… I… he reached out of the shower to grab his towel, but before I could get to react, he slipped and landed on the floor with a loud yelp

Congo: Evan! I quickly got out of the shower and squatted down next to him, as he kept yelping and whimpering like a beaten dog I'm so sorry I didn't get to catch you!

Evan: Kept whimpering and grabbed on to my hips

Congo: Where do you hurt?

Evan: Hip!!! I could see tears started streaming from his eyes fucking shit!!

Congo: I have to admit I chuckled a bit there. I apologize, but even I can't be all cool, calm and collected all the time

Evan: Frowned at me It's not fun! whimpered and hit my shoulder

Congo: Sorry, sorry I chuckled softly

Andy: Are you guys alright?!? He burst through the bathroom door looking pale as a ghost We heard Evan scream!! What's happening????

Congo: Andy please shut the… before I could get to say more, Daniel burst through the door as well

Daniel: Hey is everything alri… he paused as he noticed me and Evan on the floor heeeey are you two he made the classic blowjob miming and wiggled his eyebrows

Evan: Dug his fingers deeper into my hips and grinded his teeth

Congo: I had had just about enough DANIEL! My voice roared through the bathroom and apparently startled Gaby as she also joined…. followed by Robert…. what is this? A fucking theatre?!

Andy: Squatted down next to us and looked at Evan with concerned eyes What happened?

Gaby: Does he need a doctor?

Robert: Evan, tell me what happened…

Daniel: Miming a blowjob

Congo: I admit I lost it as I in a split second grabbed my size 47 shoe and flung it through the room hitting Daniel straight in the forehead, making him take a few steps backwards before he bumped into Robert ENOUGH!!!

They all starred at me like they had seen a wild bear… I guess I was not much off

Congo: I looked at Evan with soft eyes as I noticed he also looked scared I'm sorry you had to see that.

Evan: He nodded softly

Congo: Can you stand?

Evan: Looked scared at all the dummies still standing and starring at us No.

Congo: I looked at them all with an impatient glare Leave! Now! Andy! Not you! I shook my head lightly and turned to Evan, smiling at him softly as everyone left Can you stand now?

Evan: He made a move as to try to stand but yelped in pain

Congo: I guess not! Alright, wrap your arms around my neck, I'm used to carrying you anyway by now. As he did so, I lifted him quickly as to spare him for more pain and smiled softly at Andy Can you go call Akin please? (Gaby's cousin) I need him to take a look at Evan's hip to make sure nothing is broken.

Evan: No! I detected fear returning in his voice

Congo: I'm sorry Evan, but this one I can't slack on. If it's broken we need to get you to a hospital ASAP or you might end up with permanent damage!

Andy: Looked at me worried

Congo: Go sweetheart! It's probably just the fall… but we gotta make sure.

Andy: He nodded nervously and ran out the door

Congo: Alright, let's get you to bed. I carried Evan slowly to bed and sat down next to him, gently caressing his hair Try to keep calm, alright.

Evan: He sighed shakily and closed his eyes grabbing onto my free hand tightly as Andy walked down the stairs with Akin behind him.

Andy: Quickly made his way to us and kneeled down next to Evans head, planting a soft kiss on his cheek Everything will be okay, I promise. Akin is very skilled.

Evan: He looked at Andy with wet eyes and then up at me I can't. It's too much!

Congo: I smiled softly at him Please try to relax, I know it's hard, but Andy and I are right here, and we wont let anything happen to you.

Evan: The fear in his eyes pained me, and I wish I could prevent him from that fall so he wouldn't be in this position right now. As he closed his eyes again, tears streamed down his temples

Congo: Sweet boy, everything will be fine, you have nothing to worry about. I promise. I wont let go of you.

Evan: He nodded softly

Andy: He looked up at me with wet eyes and mimed 'thank you' and I smiled back at him lovingly

Akin: Right… I know this isn't easy, it's never fun when you have to show yourself naked to someone new… But I promise I will make it as quick and less uncomfortable as possible.

Congo: I nodded agreeing and squeezed Evan's hand

Akin: He gently pulled the blanket aside and placed his hands on Evan's hip, feeling his way over the bone, with calm steady hands, Evan once in a while groaning from pain. After about a minute he grabbed his bag and pulled some things out, smiling softly at the 3 of us Nothing is broken. Nothing is pushed or sprained. It's just badly bruised and of course the impact caused pain. I will lay a wrap of herbs and healing leaves under a bandage. He should keep that on for the next two days, even if most of the pain will be gone by tomorrow morning. But to prevent swelling it's better to leave it on.

Congo: I nodded softly and brushed my hand over Evan's forehead, down his temples to dry off his tears

Akin: As he was done laying the bandage, he gently pulled the blanket back over Evan Now try to walk as little as possible, and stay off the stairs the next 12-15 hours if possible. It will help you heal faster.

Congo: I nodded softly Thank you… I'll make sure he gets some rest Akin. Sorry we had to call you over so late in the night.

Akin: Nodded towards the ceiling Nevermind… I smell Gaby's soup, so if you don't mind me joining it will be payment enough for the "inconvenience"…

Congo: I chuckled softly Well, that's actually my cooking, she's just heating it up.

Akin: Ahh… even better he smiled warmly and padded Andy's shoulder Always nice to see you Andy.

Andy: Sighed softly But always wrong circumstances.

Akin: Nah… it wasn't that bad this time… it's a vast improvement he winked at Andy and got up I'll see you upstairs perhaps.

Congo: As he left I padded Evan's cheek softly I'm still in my wet boxers, can you stay here with Andy while I go grab a dry pair?

Evan: He nodded softly and grabbed on to Andy's hand instead

Congo: I'll be right down, I promise. As I entered the living room all talking died out, and everyone just starred at me. Specially Daniel who still looked rather shocked. So I walked over to him quickly and grabbed his chin firmly, looking deep into his eyes, speaking in a firm voice You need to learn when to shut your mouth, before someone does it for you! I pressed my lips against his and gave him a greedy kiss, then slapped his cheek gently as I let go of him again. Glad to see the shoe didn't leave a mark. I stroke his forehead softly a few times and smiled gently at all of them. Very shortly. We were both wet, I was helping Evan to a shower as he wasn't feeling well. He slipped and hit his hip. He's okay now, nothing broken, but I ask you all to stay away from the tv room tonight. He needs space and peace. I smiled warmly at Robert Your son will be fine, I promise to keep him safe. So this is me, leaving to get some dry clothes, I promised him to get back fast, and that's what I intend to do.

Robert: Nodded softly Thank you. I will leave with Daniel once we're done eating, we will go have a few drinks next door with Gaby and Akin, so you will have the house to yourself.

Congo: I nodded softly Thank you, I appreciate that. We will see you all tomorrow at the wedding? I smiled warmly as everybody smiled and nodded. As I few minutes later entered the tv room in dry boxers, I was glad to find Evan and Andy all snuggled up in bed, spooning in the light from the tv How are you both holding up? I sat down on the edge of the bed, stroking both of their hair

Andy: He smiled at me softly A bit better… but we missed you.

Congo: You did? I smiled warmly

Evan: Nodded his head softly

Congo: I chuckled lightly Well, then scoot over a bit so I can get to lay down too. I chuckled silently as they both moved backwards in the bed and quickly slipped under the blanket next to Evan. What are you guys watching?

Andy: Chuckled softly We aren't watching much… but it's Bridget Jones…

Congo: Ahh… I turned to my side, then hesitated a bit, before I slipped a pillow between my ass and Evan's crotch. I guessed it was more comfortable for him that way. I smiled softly as I heard people starting to clear out the table upstairs. I very rarely minded people in my home, but right now the thought of a quiet house was the most pleasing thing I could think of… well that and maybe finally some sex for myself. But that's what the wedding night is for. I smiled to myself at the thought of marrying Andy next day… or re-marrying him as he called it. The feeling gave me a certain calm warmth in my whole body, and I had just started drifting away in thoughts of the big day as I heard Evan softly moan behind me Are you okay?

Evan: Moaned even softer and I quickly realized it was another kind of moaning… so that's what Andy had meant when he said they weren't watching much!

Congo: I sighed softly and got up slowly Boys I'll be upstairs… people left now, and I'll go sit in my quiet kitchen, maybe even get a bit of soup and a news paper… I just can't handle more of this today, or my balls will be the next thing needing medical assistance. As I walked up the stairs I heard Andy yell for me and quickly walked few stairs back down to be able to look down into the tv room, he was now sitting up in the bed reaching a hand towards me

Andy: Come back down please… I'll take care of you.

Congo: I smiled softly and frowned lightly I can't, I'm sorry.

Andy: Please…

Congo: I looked at them both and hesitated a bit, but as I saw Evan nod lightly I slowly walked back down to them I need to ask what's going on now… although I know that might just overfloat the glass and make it all spill over. I just gotta know where this is heading?

Andy: Shhh… It's heading for a blowjob he chuckled softly and grabbed the elastic of my boxers Come lay down between us…

Congo: I looked at Evan a bit worried

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