#but I'm fucking broke and I have to help my parents keep the house running

[nevoadecaipora]

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#it makes me sad to be so sensitive with my friends #but it's really hard to talk to someone who's only studying and being funded by their parents about not having time because if work #i feel like an asshole everytime I have to remind them that I'm actually fucking broke and now part of the family income #some other group chat was telling me that I should avoid them for a while because they're being kinda rude #but like they're my friend since high school #and I don't want to believe they're doing this like out of malice #and maybe I'm actually pretty fucking sensitive #like there's nothing more that I want than to live my life and enjoy the fun of youth #but I'm fucking broke and I have to help my parents keep the house running #like besides me my dad is the only one with income in the house #and this shit weights on him he gets worried and anxious and I don't want him to be like that #since my mom's and brother's depression it's been me and my dad keeping stuff running #and my dad's income is jot super stable #like I don't want to make myself the victim but like i want to have fun too and hang out #but I can't cause I have to help the assholes make millions while they give me scraps #this is a frustrating week and I fucking hate rich people #my friend used to hate them too and have class conscience idk what's happening #or maybe i know i just don't want to believe it #anyways #i'm ranting #diário fudido da CLT

[red-riding-wood]

I Want You to Want Me

Pairing: Neil Lewis x F!Reader

Fandom: Watching the Detectives

Summary: Neil receives a frantic call and finds you outside of Gumshoe after a date night gone wrong. Secretly habouring feelings for you ever since the two of you met, he finds you oddly irresistable in your tears and torn fishnets.

Warnings: SMUT, mutual pining, dub-con touching, dryhumping, riding, foreplay, teasing, begging (m), masturbation (m), clothed sex (semi), Neil being a wet paper towel, so just Neil being Neil, pervy Neil, switch!Neil, slight dom but mostly sub!Neil because c'mon guys it's NEIL, slight dom!reader, body worship, public sex (technically?), premature ejaculation (sort of?), angst, some fluff? by my standards anyway lol so take that with a grain of salt -- this ended up being more wholesome than I thought it would be

Inspired by this cover of I Want You To Want Me (the reader's song) and Creep (Neil's song) by Radiohead.

Huge thanks to @your-nanas-house for getting me started with a prompt for this and cheering me on!

Totally nicked the "jock boyfriend" inspo from @cillianmesoftlyyy's fic here; go check that out if you want more spicy Neil content, because it was fantastic!

And thank you and also fuck you to @rysko for dramatically beta reading this in my ear WHILE I WAS TRYING TO MAKE THE HEADER

And now that I'm done thanking every fic writer on tumblr, my parents, the Royal Society for the Prevention of Birds, and Saturn and all of its rings, enjoy your filth!

WC: 4239

He found you outside the back door of Gumshoe, huddled against the concrete step, the cool air of the spring night nipping at the wet tears that streaked your cheeks, the slight breeze stirring a shiver from one fretful limb to the next. The whites of your eyes burned red beneath the faint glow of the lanterns atop the neighbour’s picket fence. It wasn’t exactly the most incognito place to cry your eyes out, but you didn’t have a key to Neil’s store, and it was nearly three in the morning. 

“Hey, I got your call. What’s going on?” A familiar voice broke the pitiful sounds of your sobbing, and the tension of your shoulders eased if only slightly at the mere sound. 

You tried to answer past your sobs, but found that your words came only in hiccups, in broken fragments of your splintered heart, and it didn’t take long for him to sweep an arm around your shoulders, lowering himself to sit beside you on the cold step. Instinctively, you found yourself leaning into his touch, trembling against the warmth of his body. 

Neil was never really great at these sorts of things to begin with, but it certainly didn’t help that his attention was drawn to the low-cut top where a tear streaked down the groove of your breasts, to the fishnets that you’d torn on your way out the door of your boyfriend’s, to the short skirt that rode up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of the lace hem of your panties. 

He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry, and he tried to keep his eyes on the face you so desperately tried to hide with your trembling fingers, for you were ashamed of your unkempt appearance. You must’ve looked like a cheap whore – a mess of one, no less. You couldn’t tell what was more embarrassing: the way you were dressed, like you were begging for attention, or the way your emotions seized you so cruelly that you could scarcely breathe. 

“Hey.” His warm, careful touch landed on your wrist, and as you pulled your fingers from your lashes, they came away black with smudged mascara. “I’m here,” your friend said. “Tell me what happened.”

You could still only speak in hiccups and broken vowels.

“Shhh,” Neil soothed you, fingers running up and down your spine, sending tiny shivers through each nerve as the fabric of your shirt bunched and his skin brushed yours. “Shhh. I’m here.”

Resting your head on his shoulder, your hair spilled in sticky threads over the jacket that, judging by the slight musty scent that lingered in the weave of the corduroy, had probably missed one too many washes. But you didn’t care. You’d come to appreciate the little imperfections about him, the details of his scent that made Neil Neil. Like the waxy tinge that seemed to always cling to his fingers after a long shift of rolling back tapes. Like the silk cream and smoke of the vanilla candle you’d gifted him last week. Like the artificial scent of cheap shaving cream and the slightest hint of blood where he’d nicked himself with the razor. The musk of his sweat and skin, buried beneath all these little things that you’d come to know almost as intimately as your own.

But there was something else, something you couldn’t quite pinpoint. And its unfamiliarity unnerved you.

His other hand came to rest on your knee, hot as fire in the cold of night. He thumbed at the tear in your fishnets and looked at you with bright, concerned eyes, but he used this as an excuse to touch you.

“Did he hurt you?” Neil asked. His hand stayed on your knee. In a way, it felt comforting; it grounded you enough so that, finally, after lulled by the rise and fall of his shoulder and the unique blend of his scent, you could speak.

“Is that cologne?” You wrinkled your nose and drew back to look him in the eye, your tangled hair peeling reluctantly from his corduroy jacket.

A rose blush came upon Neil’s cheeks, and he smiled nervously. He’d been sure to spritz himself with a good helping of it before he left, despite his hurried state. He needed to impress you; ever since you’d started dating that jock from across the street, he’d been trying to find more ways to steal your attention back.

“Yeah, it’s new,” he said, a little flustered, in a way that made your stomach flutter. “I wanted to ask for your opinion on what I should get, but you – well…” His voice cracked a bit as a hint of sadness crept into his tone. “… you’ve been pretty busy lately.”

“It’s awful,” you told him, laughing slightly, and your words seemed to cheer him up; his lips tugged into that playful grin of his again, and a deep chuckle rumbled from his throat.

And then you both fell into silence, and he looked back to your knee, still thumbing the skin where the fabric had torn.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Neil said.

You swallowed, another lump forming in your throat, and when you looked at him, bottom lip in your teeth, reddened eyes pouting, rimmed by your messed mascara, his heart sped in his chest in both fear and arousal. The thought of James even touching you boiled his blood, made his skin crawl and tightened a noose round his neck, but seeing you like this, baring your soul to him with those tear-brimmed eyes and mournfully upturned brows, it made him want you even more.

If he’d been the one to take you out tonight, he would’ve brought you home to his bed, worshipped each inch of your hallowed skin and made love to you like you were the only woman in the world, splayed his fingers across your thighs and parted them like a sea, dropped to his knees and prayed with the hungered strokes of his tongue and lapped at your holy waters.

He’d started reading poetry lately. It had felt right; it was the only thing that seemed to express just how he felt about you. Echoed the words in private like they were gospel; chanted your name from desperate lips as he palmed himself each night – and morning – to your photographs, to the vanilla of the candle that reminded him so much of you, to the fantasy of your sweat-slicked thighs wrapped around his waist, your walls clenched around him as he bucked his hips against your weight and finally let himself go, spilling himself inside you and hearing you moan so sweetly for him from those heavenly lips, feeling his own cum dampen his stomach as you collapsed over him. He always knew you’d be so tight, that you’d fit so perfect around him.

But sitting here, staring at your shivering, impotent form in your torn fishnets and your skimpy attire, he could barely contain the urge to tear open your knees and fuck you against the concrete. It had been so long since he’d even been this close to you; James took up all of your time nowadays, and gone were the late movie nights and stolen games of basketball on the breaks he took so liberally.

He missed you. So much.

And you knew it. You knew it, deep in your chest where the remnants of your heart twisted, still hearing the words, “You’ve been pretty busy lately.”

You shook your head, choking out another sob as shame crept along your skin, and you shivered at its grotesque touch. “No, he didn’t hurt me… not – not in that way.”

You couldn’t look at him; his pearlescent blue eyes and his sun-kissed freckles and his boyish brown locks all fading into memory as you buried your face in his chest, inhaling once more the faint scent of his laundry detergent and the musk of him beneath the shirt that was flipped inside-out but still outlined the blatant logo of Back to the Future. Whether he hadn’t realised he’d put it on backwards or he’d been shy about it, you couldn’t be sure, but it lightened your heart all the same, your sobs turning to giggles.

Neil pulled you closer, his chin resting along the nape of your neck and his hand running up your thigh; you barely noticed how near his hand was to your panties as you tugged at his shirt, nails sinking past the fabric as if to keep him and never let him go.

You regretted all that time you’d spent with James, when you should have been spending it with him instead. Everything felt so much easier with him; your smiles were broader, your laughter more carefree.

But you wanted more – selfish and lovesick, you wanted more than what he already gave you. You needed more than his attention and his friendship.

You needed him to want you.

“I thought that…” You sniffled. “… I thought that James wanted me. I dressed up all… nice… fucking whorish… and I thought tonight was finally the night and that he would’ve… that he would’ve…”

The words twisted in your throat, and you squeezed your eyes shut. Two hours ago, when you did up your makeup and clothes for your date with James, you’d felt sexy. Powerful, even.

Now, you just felt worthless.

Neil nestled his nose in the crook of your neck, brushed the silk strands of your hair aside, breathed your scent in so deeply that for a moment, the butterflies came back to the pit of your stomach.

“I just want to be wanted,” you admitted, losing it, sobbing uncontrollably into the now-damp shirt that clung to his thin frame. “I just want to be desired. That was the only reason I was with him, Neil. The way he looked at me that day when he came into the store, I…”

With a bitter pang in his chest, Neil remembered that day. The way James had looked at you like you were a piece of meat. The way he’d asked you if had any recommendations on which sports film he should rent and Neil had practically wedged himself between the two of you and started chattering to James about every little piece of trivia he knew about Chariots of Fire and Rocky. How, despite his efforts, James had still gone home with your number as well as the tapes. How you’d come in the next morning with a hickey on your neck and Neil had just known that where James had paused one of the tapes was when your movie night was likely cut short by… things he’d rather not think about ever again.

It should’ve been his couch you’d been curled up on, should’ve been him watching the movie with you. His mark on your neck.

And he would’ve picked something a little more fitting for the mood, too. Something more like Casablanca or Sin City. It was as if James didn’t even have to try to get you drooling over him. What was so special about him, anyway?

I wish I was special, Neil thought.

Neil’s grip on you tightened at the memory, nails digging in to the flesh of your thigh in a way that stirred a little gasp from your lungs, huffing against his collarbone as you tilted your head up to look at him.

“Y/N.”  His breath caught in his throat, and he reluctantly pulled from your neck to look you in the eye, locks of messy hair falling across his forehead and his eyes half-lidded. His fingers ghosted up your thigh, and you blinked past the sharp mint of his mouthwash – it burned your eyes slightly, but you didn’t care. You were so close to him, your breaths became one, a few threads of his hair tickling your cheeks and his nose brushing yours.

“Neil,” you breathed, the slightest of smiles tugging at your lip as your heart thudded between your legs, dangerously close to his fingers. Warmth spread across each fevered limb, taking you somewhere past the cold concrete and bitter chill of the wind, somewhere away from the graffiti-painted alley and the reek of broken booze bottles. Somewhere safe, and warm, and thrilling all at once.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Neil’s voice cracked around the words, a nervous laugh huffing against your fluttering lashes as his freckled cheeks darkened another shade of red. The hand that wasn’t between your legs played with a lock of your hair, twirling it in his finger but still supporting you beneath a quivering arm.

You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t believe this was real.

He had to have been playing some sick joke, right?

But the whimper that fell from his lips was very real, as his nails dug into your flesh again and he tugged you closer, his hips arching upward against your outer thigh.

“You look more than nice. You’re so fucking hot in this skirt, in anything you wear. That asshole is fucking blind,” he breathed, fingers grazing your panties and landing over your hipbone, testing the waters more and more as he tried not to rock his growing arousal too obviously against you.

But you noticed. You noticed the way his cock hardened and twitched beneath your weight; you noticed how even despite his body trembling from his attempts to resist his primal urges, his hips still gave little bucks upward, seeking friction. Seeking the heat that flared between your thighs, that ached for him so desperately that it was all you could do not to return the favour.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Staring into those gorgeous, bright eyes. Looking up at him with anything but innocence. So he scooped both hands around your ass, squeezing the flesh and lace and tugging you properly onto his lap with an alluring squeal tearing from your full lips.

“I want you, Y/N.” His hot breath pooled at your collarbone as he trailed wet, sloppy kisses along your jaw, your neck, and your lips parted in another gasp, back arching and thighs clenching around his waist as you ground wet panties against the bulge in his trousers.

“I fucking need you,” he whined, nipping like a needy puppy at the delicate skin of your neck. “Always have.” Another kiss. “Ever since I first saw you. Long before James.” A possessive growl stirred from his throat at that, the flare of dominance sending a jolt through your core.

“Neil, I – oh my God.” A moan broke your words as his fingers moved up your spine and his teeth grazed your collarbone, hovering over your pulse point.

“Fuck, baby. Say that again. Just like that.” His fingers began rolling your shirt up over the lip of your breasts, the sight enough to make him whine again in need. He couldn’t help himself from groping you, squeezing your breasts and rolling one nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Bending his neck to trail more sloppy kisses down your torso, they were his next destination.

“Oh my – Neil. Neil, I – “ You had so much to tell him, so much you needed off your chest, but his hips bucked sharply against you at the sound of his name moaned so beautifully, a low groan in his throat and his cock digging slightly inside your heat, the fabric of your panties scraping almost painfully against your walls.

“Please, Y/N, please don’t make me stop. Please let me keep touching you like this. I wanna worship you.” His hot breath shattered against a pert nipple. “Wanna fucking prove to you how much I want you.”

For a few moments, you were rendered speechless, mind whirring like the wheels on a VHS. Everything was happening so fast, and the warmth of his touch was seeping into you like honey, inundating you in a sort of comforting flame.

He could almost smell the vanilla of the candle wick burning.

You left nail marks down his chest where you clawed at the collar of his shirt, but he didn’t care. He sucked a nipple past his teeth and moaned around the taste of you, the sound so filthy that your eyes nearly rolled back in your skull as your parted lips tipped to the heavens. His name outlined by their perfect shape.

Reality came crashing down around you as you jumped, another squeal leaving your tongue as his teeth bit at your nipple and pain shot along your nerve endings.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, chest heaving, looking up at you with reverent eyes. “I didn’t mean to, I – “

You cupped his chin in your palm and shook your head. “No, Neil. I’m sorry.” A tear streaked down your cheek, beaded on your jawline. “I’m so, so sorry.” You were beginning to sob again, and his brow furrowed in concern, thumb beginning to trace small circles along your spine. “I’m sorry I abandoned you for James, I didn’t… I shouldn’t have. I didn’t know you felt this way, I – I’m so sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for,” he told you, his words sinking into your skin like a warm tide. With one hand, he brushed the tear from your jaw and wove his fingers into your hair, pulling you closer. “Just let me keep touching you. Please.”

When you didn’t respond for a moment, caught up in the way his blue eyes seemed to hollow with a certain hunger, the way his chest rose and fell beneath the bare flesh of your stomach, he uttered that word again:

“Please.”

You smiled, elated and giddy with joy, blood pounding with arousal, and kissed him, threading your own fingers into the fluffy locks of his hair.

Another tear streaked across your lips as they met his, and you tasted like salt and vanilla, slightly waxy from your chap-stick but the sweetest thing he’d tasted nonetheless. At first, he was embarrassed by the noises he made, the way he’d accidentally called you “baby” because he’d always wanted to do so, but he melted beneath you like butter. Nothing mattered anymore except the fact that you were finally his, that you were in his arms and grinding against his cock.

Neil broke the kiss to pull your shirt over your head, tossing it aside somewhere on the concrete – he would buy you a new one. His hands flattened against your back and pulled you flush to his chest, taking any excuse he could to hear that little squeal you made each time.

“Please, baby, please let me be inside you,” he whined, biting his lip as he stared up at you with those powder-blue eyes. Nails dug into your skin. Hips bucked against yours.

Your heart soared with his words, his worship, his want; you’d never been this ecstatic in your whole life. Part of you wanted to keep teasing him, make him beg, while another part of you ached to feel him buried to the hilt inside you.

“Patience, Neil,” you giggled, as you undid his trousers. You worked them down to his knees and your eyes widened as your hand brushed his cock, bare and springing flush against his stomach. You hadn’t expected him to not wear boxers.

Neil smiled sheepishly up at you, eyes still lidded, mouth still panting out a fevered breath. “I was in a rush getting dressed. I…” His cheeks reddened, and there was something so cute about how pathetic he looked in that moment. “You wanna know how much I want you, Y/N? I was touching myself thinking of you when you called.”

Creep, some voice in the back of his head hissed.

You bit your lip to suppress a moan, trying to ward off thoughts of Neil stroking himself to you, finishing to the thought of you. Oh, how you wished you could have witnessed the sight.

“Did you come?” you asked, a devious grin pulling at your lips as you took him in your hand, massaging a bead of pre-cum into his sensitive flesh.

His eyes fluttered, and he shook his head, his words coming out as a breathy whine,

“No, I promise. I didn’t come. Not yet.”

“Will you?” You dipped your head to let your words tickle his neck, your grip on him tightening.

“Yes,” he moaned. “Yes, yes, oh God, I will. Fuck, baby. Fuck, gonna come if you don’t stop that, need to come inside you, please, please…”

His mutterings trailed off into a low hiss of a whine, and your movements stilled, dragging him to his peak and letting him teeter at the edge as you both caught your breaths, chest heaving and a cold chill racing down your sweat-slicked back, thighs trembling around him.

“You sure you can handle this?” you purred against his ear before pulling back once more to witness the shivering mess you’d made him, priding yourself in your accomplishment. Lining his cock up with your entrance, the fabric of your panties scraped his tip teasingly as you slotted them to the side.

Neil looked up at you like you were some kind of goddess, his breathing coming laboured, his throat stripped of words. The dazed, blissful look he gave you was all the answer you needed. But you wanted to reap him of every last praise he had.

“Use your words, Neil,” you giggled, smirking.

“Ah…” His lips parted, near soundless. You watched intently as they formed the word “Please”.

You almost felt bad for him.

But it wasn’t pity that brought your hips down around him, slowly, teasingly, savouring the stretch of him against your walls and the fullness in your belly, but rather, your own need.

Neil’s head rolled back against the brick wall, blood welling at his lip where he bit it to keep himself from toppling over his peak; he nearly did it to himself when he bucked his hips upward, burying himself inside you, making you whimper at the pain that blended so sordidly with the pleasure. Your fingers tugged at his hair, and your nails grazed his scalp, and every little sensation sent him into overdrive. He used these little things to ground himself, as you had his tangled scents; he focused on how smooth your stomach felt against his own, his shirt hiking up so that you were skin to skin; he focused on the noises you made, huffing and whimpering, as you began to ride him; he focused on the softness of the breast that he cupped in his hand. Tried not to think about how you felt better than he’d imagined, how you clenched so tightly around his cock that he was almost pushed out each time you elevated your hips, but were so wet for him that he slid back inside so seamlessly each time.

“Neil,” you moaned as you fucked yourself on his cock, breast bouncing beneath his thumb, skirt fluttering around the bareness of his thighs. “Neil, fuck. Fuck.”

“Baby, I’m s—sorry. I’m gonna…”

You yelped again as pain shot deep inside your core, his hips bucking against yours with a violence you hadn’t known sweet Neil from the VHS store to possess, bottoming out inside you as his nails dug into the now-abused skin of your back and pulling you close, so close you were panting over his shoulder and his breath shattered against your ear. The hand that had been cupping your breast shot up to cradle your head, petting your hair.

He held you to him so tight, you didn’t think he’d ever let go. And you couldn’t have been happier.

Warmth spilled around his cock, sticky against your thighs, painting your insides white. You shuddered around him, balling his hair into a fist and digging your own, sharper nails, against his back.

“I didn’t mean it to be over so fast,” he mumbled into your neck. “I just… you’re so… fuck, I’ve been waiting for this for so long.”

“So have I,” you breathed. You practically hugged each other, shivering in the night air but content in each other’s warmth. “Don’t worry.” Pulling away slightly, you smiled down at him, cheeks flushing bright red. “If anything, it… it’s endearing.”

“Really?” he chuffed out a laugh.

“It…” you looked down, unable to meet that crystalline gaze. “It makes me feel wanted.” You pecked a quick kiss to his jaw, and could’ve sworn you saw love in his eyes when you pulled away.

“God, you’re perfect.” His voice broke again as his lips sought yours, and his breath hitched in his chest when the action caused you to rock your hips forward, a new sensation he’d never felt before buzzing along his skin. His mouth hung open and you laid kisses to his lips, his jaw, the Adam’s apple that bobbed along his throat. He felt his cock stiffen again inside you, already eager for Round Two.

“I should take you home,” he murmured, hands running up and down your sides. “You must be so cold.” As if just realising that he still had his jacket on, Neil shrugged it off in haste and wrapped the heavy material around your shoulders. A chill ran down your spine, as the material was damp with sweat – you smiled at how predictably forgettable he was when he had a woman on his lap, just as you’d imagined –, but his scent soothed you.

Though you were cold, it was a small sacrifice to make to stay here, with him buried so deep inside you that you felt dizzy in the head. Depleted of your energy and sinking into his warmth, you smirked, and rested your chin on his shoulder.

���I was thinking of just staying like this a while,” you admitted.

“Whatever makes you happy,” he breathed, hugging you even tighter. “Whatever you want.”

A.N. Sorry if this was a bit rough, guys. I smashed this one out the other day because I was tired of my writer's block.

I actually laid into some themes that I was planning on using for a Dark!Neil fic based on the song "Creep" which I don't know when I'll get around to writing, but let me know if you guys would like to hear more about the idea for the series or are interested.

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[ohdeersthings]

Storm

Katsuki Bakugou x Ex!Reader

Summary: He's been cheating and youre feeling the best feeling of all..Anger

Warnings: Breaking stuff, violence (towards objects never physical to a person), hot ex reader, swearing

He must've forgot who the fuck he was dealing with.

Bakugou fucking Katsuki really must have a screw loose if he thought he could get away with lying, cheating, and straight up being an asshole.

The sneaking around your house that you both shared. Catching whiffs of perfume too overbearing to be your own, making you gag and your nose runny.

You gave him a chance to come clean, asking him one night when he came home, turning the lamp on. He froze as he caught you smiling, a small cup of whiskey in your hand.

"Who were you with?"

"You really think that of me huh?" He scoffed, trying to gaslight you for asking him a simple question, "Katsu, I never mentioned you were doing something.." you swirled your liquor and took a long sip, eyes darting to his and you watched him like a Lion stalking a Mouse.

"Promiscuous," your voice was like a sticky sweet honey, daring him to act a fool.

"Forget it, I'm going the hell to bed,"

And like that, you had him hook, line and you were going to sink him.

~.~

Of course, before you could be the one to end it. He decided to get a step ahead and you came home one day to him throwing your stuff out onto the street, a girl clinging to his arm.

"We're over, I shouldn't have to settle for some entitled bitch asking me, the Number 4 Hero, shit and getting pissy if I don't wanna answer," he snapped, but he tried to ignore the small twinge of fear when your emotionless gaze bore into him.

"Oh really?" Was all you asked, head tilted, eyes moving from his to the girl on his arm. She appeared to be about your age, maybe a couple younger.

"Sorry sweetie, if you can't keep up with the best then someone else will," her cheap lipgloss wasn't helping her already cracked lips. Her fake giggle was like listening to a pick me girl record, which is basically all she was.

A pick me bitch.

"Since everything is in my name, get your shit and leave," Katsuki smirked, trying to puff up to show his dominance. Oh you'll show him dominance alright.

"Fine, but I have one more thing I need to grab," you shoved past him, the new girls squeak of surprise when she stumbled, her heels too skinny to handle the weight change.

You walked into the hall closet, grabbing your bat.

"Don't touch anything!" His voice yelled into the house but the next sound following had him growling, curses flying out of his mouth as he heard crashes and glass shattering.

You swing the bat and broke the TV you paid for. The China cabinet that was a gift from his parents for Christmas from when they went to visit China on vacation.

Cups and plates crashed around you as you continued to swing, the girls high pitched scream making your ears ring as you dodged Katsuki who was cussing you out.

You ducked under his arm and got outside, your bat coming down hard on his precious Buggati. A birthday present to himself, that he bought on your fucking birthday.

"BITCH! FUCKING STOP!" He screamed as your cracked the windows, shattering the tail lights.

"But I'm not touching anything," you growled, throwing the bat in his direction as he dodged, unluckily being missed by the bat. "IM FUCKING DESTROYING IT!"

You brought out your pocket knife that you kept on you for safety and slashed 3 of his tires, jabbing it into the metal of the car. Puncture marks left as Katsuki finally found some ounce of motion to run over and snatch the knife out of your hand.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!? GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"

"Hope he wrapped it up sis cause he's got the clap! And I know I didn't give it to him!" You called over your shoulder, flipping them off as you sauntered to your car as you listened to the screaming that was now happening up the drive way.

"Have fun Katsu~" you blew a mocking kiss as he screamed about his car while he was getting hit by the pick me bitches hands.

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[weird-is-life]

Liar, liar, pants on fire

Pairing: Steve harrington x fem!reader

Sumarry: Steve lies to you to protect you. But you don't know that, so you get angry at him and ignore him

Warnings: language, mentions of blood/wounds, season 4 spoilers! , angst, lying, pet names, use of y/n, mentions of food, hurt Eddie Munson

Words: 3.6k Masterlist

A/N: English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes.

You agreed to drive the boys home from the school. You were in your senior year, so you didn't mind to take them with you as you had to drive that way anyway .

Usually it meant, that you had to endure their obnoxiously loud talking, but today they talked in hushed voices.

You weren't really paying much attention to what they were saying, until you heard Steve's name.

You started to intently listen now and you realised, that they were talking about what they did last night.

Something about monsters and some other world, you thought it was DnD. But then they mention Steve and why would Steve be with them ? And also Nancy and Robin were there? You were so confused.

Steve told you, he had to have a dinner with his parents, that he couldn't come over to yours last night.

He basically told you he couldn't hang out with you the whole week, because his parents made him go to some business parties with them.

And now you were being told, that he was out with the kids and also the girls? Why would he lie to you about his plans?

"You played DnD last night?" you asked, wanting to get more information.

"No... -" Mike started to say, but Dustin elbowed him in the ribs, "i mean, yeah. Yes, we did. It was awesome" he said with slightly higher pitched voice. You knew he wasn't telling you the truth.

"Right" i squinted my eyes at them through the rear view mirror.

"And what was Steve doing there?" you asked the boys.

"Oh he drove me to Mike's house, so he stayed over to watch" Dustin said, but it sounded more like a question. He was obviously trying to cover for Steve.

"Really? I thought, he was supposed to have a dinner with his parents" you said, trying not to let the emotions, that you were feeling, known .

"Dinner...-oh yes, he did. He managed to do that before the game" he stated and winced, when he saw your frown. He realised, it wasn't exactly what you wanted to hear.

"Huh, interesting" you laughed dryly. You were visibly upset by now. The boys looked at each other with big eyes, they knew, that they'd fucked up.

Steve told them multiple times, that you had no clue about the Upside down and he didn't want to tell you about it to keep you safe.

"Y/N, is everything okay?" Dustin broke the suffocating silence.

"Yeah fine, i'm fine" you got out, your hands tightening on the steering wheel.

"Um, are you sure?"

"Okay, bye Mike. See you" you ignored his question as you stopped close to Mike's house.

They all quickly scrambled out of your car, yelling 'bye and thanks for the ride'.

"Ugh guys, aren't you going home?" the question was directed at Lucas and Dustin, you thought you were driving them all home.

"No.. , uhh, they are helping me with uh, mowing the grass, bye y/n" they ran away from your car, leaving you without words. They acted so weird, weirder than usual. But you rolled with it and went home.

A million thoughts were running through your head. Like why had Steve lied? Has he lied to you before? And why would he lie in the first place? Was he hiding something? You had no answers for any of them.

You were supposed to go out with Steve tonight, but after you had found out that he'd lied to you, you weren't feeling up for it anymore.

You called him with the excuse of not feeling the best, that the stress from the school got to you. It was partly true, the school was a killer and it made you look forward to just laying in your bed and staying there the whole weekend.

Steve the great boyfriend that he is, he couldn't let you be sick alone and came to take care of you.

You went to open the door, thinking it was the pizza you'd ordered and were left stunned at the sight of Steve at your door.

"Steve! What are you doing here?" you asked surprised.

"Hi pretty girl, it's good to see you, too" he teased and pushed his way into your house, "you said, you weren't feeling okay, so I wanted to come and try to make you feel better."

"Steve, you shouldn't have. It's not even that bad and besides aren't you supposed to be with you parents" you said bitterly, supressing the wanting to use air quotes at the parents part.

"No, i'd rather be with you" he said, completely missing your agitation.

"Really? It didn't seem like it yesterday or the days before" you said, you were still trying to remain calm and not let the hurt get the best of you.

" I told you, i was with my par-"

"Parents, right! How could i forget?! " you scoffed.

"Sweetheart, is everything okay?" Steve caught on, that something was wrong. He noticed now, that you were mad at him and concern immediately filled his body.

"No Steve, everything is not okay. You lied to me, " Steve wanted to speak, but you weren't finished yet, " you lied to me and don't even try to deny it. Were you parents home at all?"

His silence after your question told you enough to know, that they weren't .

"Thought that much" you announced with glossy eyes. Steve wanted to say something, anything at this point, but he didn't know what.

"Are you cheating on me?" you accused him. You knew Steve would never cheat on you, but if he'd lied about this, what else could he have lied about to you?

"No!" he quickly assured you, " i would never do that, you know that sweetheart " he wanted to take a step closer to you, to hold you, so you wouldn't start crying.

"Do i? Do i, Steve? Because i don't think i do. I thought you wouldn't lie to me either and look where we are now" you crossed your arms over your chest.

"C'mon babe, you know me, i would never do anything like that" he desperately argued.

"Then why would you lie? What were you doing the whole week and last night? And don't tell me you played DnD, i doubt that Nancy and Robin would play that game, you wouldn't either" you taunted.

You thought, maybe they just wanted to hang out without you, so they didn't tell you and lied instead. But that didn't seem right.

"We really did played that stupid game. "

He lied.

Again.

You noticed the lie straight away, the tears spilling from your eyes soon after

"Stop lying, i want the truth" you demanded and his heart was breaking at the sight of your hurt face, full of tears. That he caused.

"I-I can't, i want to tell you, i really do. But i can't, i can't" he shook his head.

"Well, if-if you can't tell me the truth, you should just leave" you sniffled.

"I'm doing it to protect you. I don't want to see you get hurt. Please believe me, y/n. Please..." he pleaded.

Protect you? In what universe did he think, that lying would protect you from getting hurt. Especially when he'd already hurt you by doing that.

"Please just leave Steve" you couldn't even see him through all the tears.

"Sweetheart-"he started, but you moved to open the door .

He knew, that you clearly wanted him gone. So he didn't protest anymore. He slowly walked out of the door with defeated expression.

He turned to say i'm sorry, but you slammed the door shut. Your name was stuck at the back of his throat and with a trembling sigh, he got in his car and left. The regret already seeping deep down in his bones.

As soon as you closed the door, you broke down. You slid down against the door, curling into yourself. You couldn't believe what just happened.

Steve admitted, that he'd lied and he still wouldn't tell you the truth. That hurt, like a lot. You cried by the door until the bell rang again.

You didn't bother to open the door, you got up from the ground, walked to your room, slammed down on your bed, slipped under the covers and cried until you fell asleep from all the crying.

That's basically all you did the whole weekend, you refused to get out of your room or accept Steve's calls.You didn't want to see anyone, especially not Steve.

Steve called you many many times, but you didn't answer. You were too hurt to hear his voice, too hurt to even think about him.

You were just watching the movies and eating unhealthy snacks all the time.

You did the same thing today, you prepared movies for the day and made yourself comfortable on the sofa in the living room. After maybe the 4th movie you fell asleep. You woke up god knows how many hours later to the intense pounding on the door.

You shot up to your legs and carefully walked up to the door.

"Y/N, are you here?! We need your help" you heard very familiar voice. Dustin's pleading voice made you fret, so you opened the door without even thinking twice about it.

And the sight after you opened the door made you worry even more. Robin and Steve were both supporting Eddie Munson's unconsciousness body, while looking pretty bad themselves. The breath hitched in your throat, when your eyes caught Steve's.

"You have the first aid training, right? A-and y-you've been volunteering in the hospital too, right?" Dustin panted, his eyes were filled with what you thought was fear. You wanted to study medicine at the university, so of course, you did all of that.

"Yes, but what the hell is going on, Dustin?" you asked perplexed.

"No time to explain now. You need to help Eddie here. He's gotten hurt pretty badly" he gestured to the bloodied boy.

"I can see that, but i don't understand... Did you get mugged or-or..." you had so many questions, they looked like they'd survived an apocalypse.

"Y/N! I will answer your every question, but you need to help him" Dustin insisted.

"But I'm not a doctor, he clearly needs to go to the hospital" i said.

"The people in the town want him dead, we can't take him to the hospital. Please y/n, you're the only one who can help" Dustin eyes were full of tears begging you to help his friend.

"Oh, right. Okay, okay, get in" you opened the door wider and sprinted to your room for the huge first aid kit, you had.

When you came back, Eddie layed on your table. You kneeled next to him and looked at the wounds. Not gonna lie it looked bad.

You took the scissors and cut off his shirt. The wounds looked even worse without the shirt on and they definitely needed stitches.

"G-guys, i don't know if i can do this, it needs stitches and i... -" you started rambling and your hands shook a little.

"You can do it y/n, i know you can" Steve's hand closed around yours and even angry at him, you felt yourself relax under his touch.

"Yeah y/n, you took care of my knee, remember? We know, he is in good hands" Robin chimed in to reasure you, as well.

"Robin that was a scratched knee and not something as big as this" you pointed out.

"So what? You knew, what you were doing then, you'll know what to do now."

"Okay, I w-will try" you sighed. Your hand was still in Steve's, so you pulled it away with slight tremble and got to work.

After you cleared off all of the blood and dirt, you were relieved to find out, that the injuries weren't as awful as you thought them to be.

Still they were pretty bad, so you stitched them up. You felt Steve's eyes on you the whole time, but ignored it along with the feelings in your chest.

An hour later, you were done.

"Will he be okay?"

"I-I think so. He probably lost some blood, but i think he should be o-okay" you uncertainly answered. To be honest, you weren't exactly sure, he would be okay, but you hoped so.

"You did great, you're amazing" Dustin praised you and hugged you real tight.

"I-I tried" you just smiled weakly at the young boy, meanwhile Robin and Steve were on the phone with someone.

"He should hopefully wake up in a few hours and you can tell me everything while we wait" you said.

"You should probably sit down..." he started.

He talked about some demodogs, some other world that is apparently upside down and so much more. By the end of his talking you were even more confused, than you had been before.

But a few things started to add up. Dustin told you, that they discovered the knew supernatural thing occurring in Hawkings last week.

"Wait, Steve-was he with you last week, too?" you asked.

"Yeah, he was" he responded, "look i know, that Steve lied to you, but believe me when i say, that he didn't mean to hurt you" Dustin defended Steve and you realised, that he really was just trying to protect you.

The new knowledge you had about all of this was enough to know it was dangerous. But still, he lied to you and him trying to protect you didn't excuse it.

"I know..." i replied.

"He was really miserable without you, y'know" Dustin said.

"We just talked to Nancy. Max is stabilised, but they don't know when she'll wake up" Steve came in the room with Robin. They both had sour expressions.

"Max? What happened to her?" you puzzled.

"Vecna almost killed her, but we didn't get to see her yet" Dustin explained.

" Oh my god, will she be okay?" you liked the red haired girl. She had a tough year already and this was just too much.

"We don't know" Robin answered.

"She's a fighter, i'm sure she'll be annoying the shit out of me in no time" Steve offered you a hesitant smile, "and what about Eddie, will he be okay?"

"Hopefully, we just have to wait and see, i guess" you were biting your lip from the stress of all of this and Steve noticed it straight away, wishing he could help calm you down.

"Do you have anything to eat, y/n ? I'm literally starving" Robin sat down on your sofa, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, is frozen pizza okay?"

"Are you kidding me? I would eat even a bread with mold at this point. Pizza is amazing" she exasperated and you chuckled at her.

Steve's heart skipped a beat at the sound of your laughter. He sat down next to Robin with a hiss. His sides still bled a little and they hurt a lot.

You noticed Steve's pained look and concern laced your face. He looked, that he was in discomfort. You wanted to ask him if he was okay, but stopped yourself and instead went to put the pizza in the oven.

You slowly washed the blood from your hands in the kitchen sink. Honestly, you needed a breather, all of this was just too much.

You stood with your hands under the running water, your mind was completely elsewhere so you didn't even register Steve coming to stand next to you.

"Hey" he touched your shoulder and you flinched as you didn't expect him to follow you in the kitchen.

He took a quick step back, in the fear that he did something he shouldn't have. He winced again, because of his sudden movement.

"Sorry, didn't see you come in. I was lost in my thoughts" you reassured him.

"What's up with the wincing? Are you hurt, too?" you questioned, trying to find out what was wrong.

"It's nothing" he said, "could we talk?"

"It's not nothing, if you are in pain. Let me have a look at it" you completely ignored his question.

"Seriously, it's alright, i've had worse" he stubbornly said.

"Atleast just let me see it" you wouldn't give up, just as stubborn. He sighed and lifted his shirt up, revealing a soaked with blood bandage, that went across his torso.

"Jesus, Steve! Why haven't you said anything?" you looked at him in disbelieve.

"It's honestly fin-"

"No way, c'mon sit down" you pushed him on the chair, that was next to the dining table and went to get the first aid kit again.

"Uhh can i take the bandage away?"

"S-sure" he stuttured, you were so close to him and yet so far.

You carefully untied it. His bites looked much better than Eddie's.

Steve was looking at you, trying to figure out what to say.

"I have to clean them, so it's gonna hurt" you said as you sprayed an antiseptic spray at the wounds.

"Son of a bit..-"he bit his knuckles, supressing the pain.

"Sorry."

You worked with focus, letting out quiet apologies at Steve's hisses. Steve didn't even care about the pain, he just wanted to talk to you.

You felt Steve's stare at you. I don't even want to talk about the way he was absent-mindlessly rubbing circles on your hip, he kept his hand there to steady you, or so you told yourself.

"I'm done, all okay?" you stood up.

"It's great, thank you, love" he didn't mean for the pet name to slip up, especially not now when you were still angry at him.

"Good" you ignored it and walked to check on the pizza, but Steve's gently wrapped his hand around your wrist.

"I'm sorry y/n, i shouldn't have lied to you" he was trying to catch your gaze.

"Yes, you shouldn't have" you ripped your hand out of his, turned around and walked to the oven. He would have to work for it, if he wanted your forgiveness.

"I deserve this. It wasn't fair of me to lie to you, even if i did it to protect you. I should have been honest with you" you still didn't look at him, " i-i was just so scared, because i don't know what would i do if something had happenned to you. I just couldn't bring myself to tell you, incase you'd get involved and get hurt. I'm so sorry" your anger was slowly going away while he spoke.

"Please, sweetheart. Forgive me" you felt the anger melt away as you heard him sniffle silently.

You softly looked at him and sighed. You couldn't stay mad at him, not when he was giving you the puppy eyes, asking you to love him again.

" I understand if you don't want to see me again. Or if-if you need time" he spoke, not giving you the chance to speak, "I'm sorry" he was about to leave, his eyes fixed on the floor.

"Steve" you murmured. Steve immediately stopped in his steps and turned toward you.

"What?" he lifted his head up.

"Come here" you said. He cautiously walked up to you, he really did look like some lost puppy.

"I forgive you, but..-"

"You do?!"

"Yes, but if you ever lie to me again, i swear i'm never ever speaking to you. I'll ignore your stupid ass" you warned him.

"Never. Never again, baby. It was stupid enough to do it for the first time, not gonna do it again, i promise" he vowed.

"Good, because it really was silly" you confirmed, suppressing the smile, that was trying to show .

"Yeah" he scratched the back of his neck, his cheeks reddening.

"You still have to make it up to me, handsome. "

"Really? I do?" he teased you and you scowled at him, "just kidding. Anything you want, you got it."

"Anything i want?" he nodded.

"How about a kiss?" you coaxed, sheepishly.

"Thought you would never ask" he smirked and was already leaning down to connect his lips with yours in a sweet sweet kiss.

He cupped your face in his hands, tenderly brushing your cheeks as his lepis moved against yours and you ran your hands through his hair, just the way he loved it.

Neither of you wanted to break the kiss, but eventually the loss of oxygen decided for you.

"Missed you" you mumbled against his lips.

"Missed you more, pretty girl" he started plastering your face in kisses.

"So i've heard. Dustin told me you were miserable without me" so were you.

"It's true"he agreed and didn't stop the kisses. You giggled madly at him.

"Steve..."you said breathlessly and he hummed in question, his lips still not leaving your face.

"I gotta go check on the pizza" you tried to push him away, but he only held you tighter.

"No."

"It's gonna be burned" you laughed.

"Don't care, i missed you too much" he gave you another chaste kiss and you didn't resist. You completely melted at his touch.

"Ahem" Robin fake coughed to get your attention.

"Sorry to interrupt, but Eddie is awake" she chuckled, when she saw your embarrassed expression," and just so you know, there's a smoke coming from the oven."

You looked at the oven in alarm, running to open it and put the fire away. You managed to do that, but the pizza was done for.

"Ughh, we obviously can't eat this. I do have another one, but i think we should just order."

"Yup, don't want the house to burn down, because you two are too busy kissing" Robin rolled her eyes and left to order the pizza.

"I enjoyed burning the pizza very much, we should do it again" Steve winked at you with a big smirk on his face and was already pulling you close to him for another kiss.

"Steve!"

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Hey guys, thank you for reading. I hope you liked this. If anybody is interested in being my beta reader for Stranger things fics, dm me please. Also im opened to requests, feel free to request anything.

Have a great day and stay safe everybody. Peace out ☀️

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[heard-nsfw-is-back]

Eddie heard a loud crash from the kitchen and jumps over the sofa to run in. He doesn't see anything at first but looks over at the small pantry over the sink to see all of their glasses have been pushed against the door. He carefully opens it a much as he dares and sees the door hinge broke and it's by sheer luck it's still closed. "Fuuuck. No way." He's got a song to write and Steve's coming over and he's in desperate need of a shower. He simply doesn't have time to deal. The dishwasher has a few clean cups, he's just going to deal the best way he can right now. "Where's the duct tape?"

A few minutes and a lot of tape later, Eddie is reabsorbed in to what he writing. His timer goes off and he knows he's got about 30 minutes to get ready for Steve. He puts away the notes and guitar and showers. Perfectly on time Steve knocks on the door and Eddie smiles and waves him in. "Welcome.... to Jurassic Park." Steve rolls his eyes. "I can't believe you. That movie came out last month, how are you still making references?" He laughs and kisses Eddie's cheek. "Oh sorry, but this man finds a way." Steve leans back, nose crinkled in thought, and rolls his eyes again. "Dammit Munson." Eddie cackles.

They're leaning against each other and Steve rubs his stomach. "Hungry?" Eddie whispers, head too close to Steve's so he's careful not to talk too loud. Steve sighs and moves to stand. "Yeah actually I'm pretty hungry. Do you have those hot pockets I'm so in the mood for them." Eddie stands up too. "Do I have hot pockets? This wouldn't be a stoner house without hot pockets." "Ugh yes amazing." Eddie grabs two from the freezer and Steve makes a small questioning sound. "Um. Baby what happened?"

Eddie turns and looks at the pantry with the tape on it. 'Danger do not open. Abandon cups, ye who enter here' scribbled on it. "Oh that thing. Piece of crap broke and the cups are going to fall over and I just don't want to deal right now." Steve nods and purses his lips. "I mean if you hold them up, I can grab them and put them on the counter. If we're careful, we might not even break any." Eddie pauses and looks over. "Wait would you?" Steve turns to look over. "Yeah of course."

They gobble down a few hot pockets and carefully peel the tape back. Steve peeks in and Eddie has his hands under the cabinet just in case. "Oh fuck. Ok. Nope. Yes. Wait no. Ugh fucking." Eddie is mumbling to himself and Steve hears him without really listening. "No we can totally do this." Steve slides the door up a little at a time, pausing when the cups need to resettle. They keep at it and Steve grabs one, then another then two at a time. Then when the worst is out Eddie helps take the rest down and Steve makes a note to take a new screw from the job's cabinet to replace the one that broke.

"See? A little bit of panic, and it all works out. Better than them just sitting there waiting behind duct tape." Steve smiles. And tucks Eddie's bangs out of his eyes. "Speaking of. Your parents are coming back tonight right? Did you still want to talk to them. I don't mind being your dirty little secret." Eddie wiggles his eyebrows. Steve makes a face. "Don't talk about yourself like that. You're not a dirty secret." His face gets a little flirty. "Certainly not little." Eddie clicks his tongue and winks. "Gotta keep my man happy." Steve laughs. Then, "Will you feel better with me there? I can come." Steve sighs oh so happy. "Wait, would you?" Eddie kisses Steve's knuckles. "Yeah, of course."

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[dwobbitfromtheshire]

From Hell to Home to Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

@emen-98 @1lostsoul0fishbowl @vulpixsworld

Prologue . . . Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

" . . . Okay, let me this fucking straight. . . Last year, you didn't get lost in the woods. You got trapped in an alternate dimension with Will, and it wasn't a bear. It was 8 foot tall monster that the kids had decided to call a demogorgon from Dungeons and Dragons. . .Hopper and Joyce rescued you. . .all this happened because some crazy ass scientists decided to play God. You had a girl with superpowers, but she's gone now. . . Oh, you also have powers that you haven't told Joyce and Hopper about because you're afraid the asshole lab guys are going to experiment on you. . .did I get that right?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, that's right," Chrissy said softly.

"Well, what the fuck are we going to do about the goddamn demogorgon baby?" Eddie asked, running his hands through his hair, causing his bangs to stick straight up.

Before Chrissy could answer him, Dustin came down the hallway with a stick and dressed in her catcher gear.

"Dustin, what the hell are you doing?" Chrissy asked.

"I'm going to need protection if I'm going to lure Dart to the basement," Dustin said.

"I figured that I would use my powers," Chrissy said, frowning.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot you have those," he said.

"Shouldn't we just kill this thing?" Eddie asked.

Dustin didn't say anything. He just went quiet at the suggestion. Chrissy sighed and rolled her eyes. Her brother went and got attached to the thing like he always does.

"Let's just get it into the basement, and then we decide what to do with it later," Chrissy said. "Let's do this."

Eddie stood next to Chrissy as Dustin opened the back door and then his bedroom door. The demogorgon burst out, and Chrissy went to work immediately. She used her powers to lift the creature into the air, its legs kicking out as it growled. She was struggling as she carried Dart out of the house. It whined pitifully, and for a moment, she almost felt sorry for it, but she remembered the thing ate their fucking cat. Scowling, she tossed it down the stairs of the basement and slammed the metal door closed. Dustin quickly locked it. Chrissy sighed and relaxed, realizing her nose was now bleeding.

"Holy fucking shit," Eddie said breathlessly.

Eddie pulled out his hanky, cupped her face, and wiped away the blood.

"Eddie," Chrissy said softly. "Are you mad?"

"I'm fucking pissed that all this shit happened to you and that you had to keep it in for so long. I'm fucking terrified too," Eddie said. "But if you're asking me if I'm mad at you. . .the answer is no. I understand why you had to do it, and knowing you, you probably beat yourself up over it. No, I'm not mad at you because I get it. I know you probably lost sleep over this."

"I love you," Chrissy sniffled.

"I love you too. . .my little witch," Eddie said.

Chrissy kissed him, pouring every little feeling she had for him into that kiss. She broke away and hugged him tightly. Dustin coughed, and they pulled away from each other.

"You're so going to be my brother in law," Dustin grinned. "And as my future brother in law, please help me bury our cat?"

"You know, neither one of you are related by blood, but somehow you guys manage to inflate your eyes in a way that I can't say no to," Eddie sighed. "How the fuck do you guys do that?"

"Magic," Dustin and Chrissy said in unison, grinning.

Meanwhile, Chrissy called Surfer Boy to let let them know she would be missing work before doing the same for Eddie. After that, she helped them bury Mews. She burst into tears when Eddie dumped the last bit of dirt over his grave. He quickly pulled her into his arms and let her cry into his chest.

"I'm sorry, Chrissy," Dustin said softly. "It's my fault."

Chrissy pulled away from Eddie, wiping her tears away.

"Oh, Dusty, you didn't know what it was. You just have a big heart is all," Chrissy said.

"Too big for my own good," Dustin muttered, sniffling as he looked at his feet.

"Better to have a big heart than no heart at all," Chrissy said.

"I'm going to miss him too," Dustin said.

"I know," Chrissy said softly and pulled Dustin into her arms.

Suddenly, the front door opened and closed. Their mother's voice floated out the back door as she called for Mews. Dustin and Chrissy stared at each other for a moment.

"Follow my lead," Chrissy whispered as she let a few more tears fall.

Chrissy rushed into the house, crying about how Mews was missing. It sent Claudia into a panic, and she hated herself for a moment. They searched the house until Dustin picked up the phone and pretended like he was talking to someone. He hung up the phone and told Claudia that they spotted Mews out near Lenora. She hugged her children and quickly rushed out to find the cat. Chrissy sighed the moment her mother left, feeling like shit.

"Hey," Eddie said. "You did what you had to, sweetheart."

"I know, I still hate myself," Chrissy said.

"We have to let the others know that shit is going down again," Dustin said.

"Right," Chrissy said.

Of course, no one was answering their goddamn radios, which is how they all ended up at Nancy's house in search of everyone. Of course, that's when Eddie's van decided to crap out.

"Shit, fuck, goddamn it!" Eddie shrieked as he beat his fists on the steering wheel.

Poor baby was really going through it all today. She could see how terrified he was for all of them and for her. He definitely deserved a blowie after this. Screw that she was going to throw him down on his bed and fuck his brains out. Of course, now wasn't the time to think about that. Chrissy wrapped her arms around him and pressed kisses into his hair, making sure to keep her arms wrapped around him from the side, keeping his arms pinned underneath hers.

"Breathe, baby," Chrissy said. "Breathe with me. . . Do you want me to let you go?"

"A few more minutes," Eddie said softly.

By the time they got out of the van, Steve had pulled up to the house with flowers in his hand and Robin chatting beside him. Dustin walked away from the front, grabbed Steve’s hand, and pulled him towards his car.

"Hey, hey! What the hell?!" Steve asked.

"We don't have time for this. Shit's going down at my house, and we need help. Do you still have your bat?" Dustin asked.

"Yeah!" Steve exclaimed. "But why - "

"Nancy's still not there," Dustin said. "So don't bother!"

"Bat?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, yeah. It's this nail bat Jonathan made, and Steve used to fight off the demogorgon," Chrissy exclaimed.

"Woah! Hey, should you be talking about that in front of him?" Steve asked.

"He knows everything now," Chrissy replied.

"He knows?" Robin asked.

"He knows," Chrissy said.

"You know?" Steve asked Eddie.

"I know," Eddie said, nodding his head.

"Yeah, he knows goddamnit!" Dustin shrieked. "Let's go!"

They all climbed into Steve’s car with Dustin stealing the front seat and took off back towards their house. Chrissy hadn't realized how much time had passed until it started getting dark. Queen was playing on the radio.

"How do you know that it's not just a lizard?" Steve asked.

"Because its face opened up, and it ate our cat," Dustin said.

"Yeah, yeah," Steve sighed. "Fuck."

"Yeah, I know, man. I wish this wasn't happening either," Eddie said.

"How are you holding up with all of this, Eds?" Steve asked softly.

"I'm freaking the fuck out, if you couldn't tell," Eddie said.

"I could tell," Steve chuckled.

"I'm just glad that Chrissy's here. She's my rock," Eddie said.

Suddenly, Steve pressed on the breaks, bringing the car to a complete stop.

"Jonathan, Argyle, and Nancy's been missing since yesterday. . .what if something happened to them?" Steve asked, his face pale.

"I'm sure they're okay, Steve. They have to be," Chrissy said.

"Yeah, let's just focus on the task at hand. I'm sure they're alright," Dustin said.

"Fuck," Robin whispered. "I'm really trying hard not to imagine my sister ripped to shreds by one of those things. Oh, God, my brother. Where's my brother?"

"I think he went to check on Will, so he's over at the Byers," Dustin said. "Then again, I'm not sure. They're not answering their radios."

"Okay, okay," Robin sighed. "Let's go and freak out later. Steve?"

Steve didn't waste a second before continuing to head towards their house. Once they were there, Steve immediately pulled flashlights out of his trunk and then the infamous bat. Eddie whistled.

"Chrissy, are you sure - ?" He started to ask.

"Eddie, baby, focus," Chrissy said softly.

"Right, right."

Their mother still wasn't back when they walked through the house towards the basement. Chrissy felt both relief and guilt. It was an odd combination for sure. They opened the basement door with Chrissy ready to use her powers if she needed to, but they didn't hear anything.

"I'll go down and check it out," Steve said

"Steve, I have powers. Shouldn't I go down?" Chrissy asked.

Steve looked at her. She could easily recognize any of his looks. She always could. She was too important to lose, and not just because she had powers. They were friends, and she meant too much to him.

"I got my bat," Steve said. "I'll be fine."

Steve disappeared into the basement as they others waited outside. It was silent for a moment, and Chrissy felt her chest tighten painfully. She cursed Steve for being so stubborn. He appeared so suddenly at the bottom of the stairs, it caused them all to jump.

"Jesus H. Christ!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Get down here," Steve said.

The four of them stumbled down the stairs and into the basement. Steve picked up a piece of slimy skin like substance with his bat.

"Dart's grown again," Dustin said.

"It's like a giant booger," Eddie said as he stared at it.

He reached out and touched the dead skin, making a face at the sensation as he rubbed between his fingers. Chrissy stared at her boyfriend in disbelief as he brought his fingers close to his face and sniffed it. Everyone yelled when he licked it with the tip of his tongue. Eddie made a face and stuck out his tongue repeatedly.

"That's disgusting!" Eddie exclaimed.

"No, shit, dumbass! Of course, it's disgusting!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Why the fuck would you do that?" Steve asked.

"I don't know, the thought popped into my head, and I did it," Eddie said.

"I love you, Eddie, but I'm never kissing you again," Chrissy said.

For a split second, an irrational thought popped into her head. Should she break up with him? No, no, no. It was disgusting what he just did, but she still loved him. For better or worse, right? Eddie stared at her, his brown eyes getting bigger, and she couldn't help but smile. God, help her she loved the man.

"Look at this," Steve said.

Chrissy and the others followed Steve’s line of sight. Shit. In the corner of the basement, a large hole had been made. The damn thing had tore through the concrete. Eddie cursed yet again.

"We should have killed the damn thing," Eddie said.

"It's a hard fucker to kill," Steve said as they all stared into the dark tunnel that it had made. "Probably just as hard when it's a baby."

Chrissy paled as she looked into the hole with the others. The demogorgon was out in Hawkins, Mews was dead, and she didn't know where her friends were. Yeah, she could feel the panic start to come on. She reached out and grabbed Eddie's hand, gripping it tightly.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Eddie whispered. "I'm here."

That should comfort her, right? He was here now in the thick of it all with them. Why did she feel so unsettled then? She felt the hairs raise up on the back of her neck, and she shuddered. Someone was going to die.

#stranger things #chrissy cunningham #chrissy this is for you #chrissy cunningham lives #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #chrissy cunningham x eddie munson #eddissy #hellcheer #dustin henderson #henderfam #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #jonathan byers #stranger things argyle #robin buckley #with a side of #stancy #jargyle #platonic stobin #platonic ronance #platonic buckingham #stranger things au #stranger things fanfiction

[localcanadiancryptid22]

Author's note: The divine couple have a nose kiss in the start :]. Renny is short for parent,a mom/dad term for non binary people. I rushed through the ending because i want to sleep but also wanna end this chapter lol,so i fast forwarded it.

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚: A dinner date and a demon bunny disaster

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Remy and Mars laugh lightheartedly while gently touching their noses together,leaving the house after opening the door.

"Okay kids,you have to behave for your oldest sister so that she doesn't lose her mind,me and your renny won't be back in a while as we're going to focus on us for tonight" Remy says to his darling angel children while Jojo is scowling from having to deal with 10 younger kids for the night.

"Okay we'll be good!" Randy and Rowan say to their father Remy in unison then mischievously smirking soon afterwards.

The other kids nod in agreement as well. And with that,Mars gives ALL of their adoptive kids goodbye kisses and then closes the door,going to a fancy restaurant with Remy.

"Okay now as usual,we'll be following some strict rules that will result in punishment if they're not followed-" Jojo says to her siblings but then she gets cut off by them all trying to tickle her.

"AGH AGH WAIT STOP AHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHA STOP IT I NEED TO ORGANIZE YOU ALL UGH HAHAHAHAHA" Jojo exclaims ,annoyed while being tickled.

"Never." Danny and Momo say to her while proceeding to tickle her harder.

Meanwhile Remy and Mars are having fun at the restaurant,eating some good food kissing and also collecting people's souls/making others fall in love with one another.

"Ooh marshy help me get this one. She died from a broken heart aka suicide after a nasty breakup,maybe you could give her some advice before i tell her the news of her actually being dead" Remy says to Mars while pointing at the blonde haired teenage girl nearby.

"Alright then baby." Mars says to Remy and then they go over to the girl,tapping her shoulder. "Hm?." the girl says to Mars,confused by the sudden interaction.

"Hello madam. I can sense that you have gone through some love troubles recently. Perhaps i could offer you some advice to help get through them." Mars says to the girl,who nods in agreement.

"Okay.. My name is abigail. My girlfriend was being a real douche to me last year because her popularity as an influencer got into her head,with her treating me like her video staff that she keeps bossing around and invalidating all the time. And uhm.. it was okay at first as she treated me like her girlfriend on occasion,but then she got more and more abusive as time went on,so i tried to break up with her but i had a nasty fight with her which ended up in me getting a lot of bruises from her punches,and i only officially broke up with her after yelling "WE'RE OVER BITCH" while running away from our apartment. And even then,after everything she did,i still loved her for some fucked up reason. I got so depressed from our separation after realizing that i still loved that bitchy fuck,and so.. i killed myself,or tried to as it failed. I jumped into a lake and purposely put some gag in my mouth so that i could die,but i woke up near the lake and then came here. So that failed heh." Abigail explains to Mars,who just stares at her in horror.

"Oh dear,i'm so sorry for what you had to go through Abigail. Well.. if it makes you feel better,i went through the same thing before meeting my lovely husband Remy. And i was able to overcome it by making new memories with friends,accepting that my asshole ex will never love me back now that they've changed,and trying to occupy myself with my job hobbies as well as trying to improve myself instead of thinking of that bastard." Mars says to Abigail,who smiles upon meeting someone who understands.

"Thank you you are a good-" Abigail says to Mars and she tries to hug them but then she gets cut off by Remy walking over and grabbing her by the shoulders.

"You're dead. I'm sorry to break it to you but you're actually dead. You "waking up" was just your soul coming back to earth after your body died." Remy says to Abigail.

"Wh-Whuh. I'm dead?. Are you the grim reaper or something?." Abigail says to Remy,knowing how this kinda stuff works. "Yeah. You're dead and yes i am. Let's go to the afterlife Abby." Remy says to Abigail then teleports her to the underworld (what afterlife is called in this universe).

"How rude of you. We were having a moment Rems." Mars says to Remy,frowning as they're a bit annoyed by what Remy did.

"I know,but i was too excited to eat our food and spend more time with you. Since it's our first date after we've finally gotten time off from our human jobs. A little interruption would be fine if it was to be with your awesome and dashingly handsome husband right?~." Remy says to Mars,trying to rizz up his spouse and turn their attention back to him.

Mars blushes from Remy's flirty tone and then they smile,kissing Remy on the cheek.

"I guess so. Let's go eat our food Stud." Mars says to Remy who they drag back to their table,with remy blushing from the stud comment.

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Jojo has stopped being attacked with tickles by her siblings,so now she's making sandwiches for all of them.

"Sissy can i have just the bread?." Rocket says to Jojo with pleading eyes (they 🥺) and then Jojo gives them the bread.

"Hey jo help me with this science project. I don't know chemistry for shit." Fox asks Jojo.

"Wait i'm making everyone's food." Jojo says to Fox who just rolls her eyes from annoyance and keeps doing the project by herself.

"Bunny butt,you're ugly." Danny says to Jojo,who ignores the comment and continues making the sandwiches.

"Big sis do babies come from trees?. My classmate told me that they do." Phoenix asks Jojo.

"No. They come from the sky,storks and stuff." Jojo says,annoyed from having to make very specific and detailed sandwiches while talking to everyone.

5 minutes later and Jojo is going insane from the talking while making sammies for her siblings. She then turns into a demon bunny and wrecks the place due to sheer stress. She growls and screeches,with fox trying to help her turn back somehow.

"Hey! Hey! Stay calm Big sis,Stay Calm! Or you'll destroy the house and Dad will be really mad." Fox says to Jojo,who continues being her monster self.

Meanwhile Remy and Mars are being in love and talking to each other about themselves in the past.

Fast forward to a few hours later and now the two are home,to a surprisingly tidy not destroyed house and a normal sleeping Jojo. Remy passed out from drinking too much whiskey.

"Woah. The place is sparkling. Well done kids,i hope you all didn't stress out your sister too much." Mars says to their adoptive children,with Fox nodding in agreement whilst laughing sheepishly.

"Yup. Everything was totally A-Okay before you got here. All good. Ehehehe.." Fox says while hiding the broken furniture in a trash bag.

"Right.. I'm going to ask Jojo herself tomorrow then when she wakes up. And if her answer about what happend here before we arrived is 'chaos',you're all grounded." Mars says sternly to Fox,with the other kids looking at her annoyed since they know they're all going to be grounded because it's her fault (not really they just wanted someone to blame lol).

Mars then takes Remy to their bedroom,while Fox takes Jojo to hers,everyone else goes to bed after eating the dinner Jojo premade before the sandwiches and then wake up,grounded. The end,for now. To be continued...

#lmao #fave #my posts #writeblr #writerscommunity #writing community #writers on tumblr #creative writing #writer #writers and poets #fantasy writing #supernatural writing #supernatural story #gods and monsters #gods and mortals #writing #writing stuff #i pulled an all nighter for this so please fucking notice i'm begging you #fantasy #supernatural genre #tumblr writing #storytime #tumblr writing community #tumblr writers #tumblr stories #stories #writingblr #oc story #oc stuff #my ocs

[graylinesspam]

So there's a post on here, a quite popular one, that likens mental and physical recovery to cleaning a trashed house. I always liked that post, the way it describes recovery as a process that gets easier with practice but doesn't ever really become simpler, It made things i was confused about some much clearer to me.

That post helped me specifically understand because I had so much experience cleaning barely habitable houses. For most of my childhood I was tasked with cleaning jobs that were far outside of a normal 5-15 year old's skill set.

The actual post will say it a lot better than I can here but something about the process of starting at the entryway and working you're way in, learning new techniques, buying new tools, but ultimately accepting that with every room you clean, you will have to drag the mess through the rest of the house and end up getting all the clean places dirty again. That resonated with me.

Some backstory, I grew up with young and broke parents. Many of my early living conditions were filthy apartments and half-renovated farm sheds. I was cleaning almost as soon as I could walk. I had to learn fast. As I got older and our homes improved but it was because my father worked all the time and was almost never home, and when he was he was working side hustles. My mother was a bedridden depressed woman for many years. I had to learn to clean up after an adult's depression nest and myself and my own sister's mess.

I wasn't totally alone in it. My father, for all his absence, was practically a dream housewife when he was around. He could cook and clean and do repairs all at the same time in a horrible overstressed whirlwind. I had to pay attention in order to learn, but more than that I had to keep up with his pace. Just eight years old and tiny and underfoot, trying to learn the cleaning patterns of a grown man in a full tilt adhd hyperfocus cleaning session.

But I did learn. I learned to keep the clutter out of sight, To scrub away the worst of it. I learned to make games out of cleaning to get any help from my sister. Learned how to make throwing trash in the can from a stepstool several feet away into a competitive sport. I learned how to bribe her, and how to pace her, an episode of her favorite show for half a rack of dishes. I learned how to make ramen just the way she liked and trade it for a toybox filled up.

I even got not one but two full time jobs as a house keeper.

But that was before I had started to deal with serious health problems. Now I'm too sick to work. I struggle with making sure I just get up in the mornings and contribute something to the household. Part of my mind is stuck in a shame loop of becoming my mother and the other is preoccupied with the knowledge that my life has gone absolutely nowhere.

This fucking house has become my whole world the same way it always did in the summers when I stopped going to school and mom stopped getting out of bed. Every day I wake up and I do the work. Some days are harder than others. Some days I can even muster up some pride for what I do. It's been two godamn years and I'm finally getting to some of the deeper stuff. I got rid of the broken recliner. Mom is finally ready to throw out her dead uncle's stuff so there's more clutter I can clear away.

Every day I clean the same mess and some days I do impressive things like burning all the wood in the yard.

And it does look good. There's so much less clutter, and I've redecorated. Moved the furniture. Fixed up the yard.

But the carpet is still disgusting. It will never stop reeking of dog. And the floors coming apart and the dishwasher is slowly sinking into the floor and I know in my core that this place is decrepit and no amount of cleaning will make it livable in the long run.

And I don't really know how that became such an apt description of my life but it is. Because I've spent all my life knowing that I'd have to maintain my own mind, I knew how bad that your head could get, I've seen it. But my body is failing on me now too and I don't know how much cleaning you can do on a house if the ceiling is splitting and the floors are falling through.

#totally trauma dumping on main #I'd apologize but I think saying sorry one more time is going to make me do something wildly inappropriate #vent post #Adhd #chronic illness #chronic fatigue

[mxllitiam]

a comprehensive chronological list of every heart effie trinket has broken. and the respective song lyrics that could have been written about her, because effie trinket is someone you write breakup songs about.

do me a favor and ask if you need some help / she said, "do me a favor, and stop flattering yourself" / and to tear apart the ties that bind / perhaps "fuck off" might be too kind /

she's nineteen when she leaves marlin lowrock. he tries to change the way she dresses and the way she speaks. he doesn't like how loud her laughter booms across the room. he doesn't like that she walks with a pep in her step. he doesn't like her. she throws a punch on her way out of his life and holds her face immaculately still even as pain shoots up her knuckles (she broke one, her finger is still crooked). his nose bleeds. this is the one where she learns not to settle. 

but i'm a creep / i'm a weirdo / what the hell am i doing here? / i don't belong here / she's running out the door /

she's twenty when she leaves caesar flickerman. it's not so much as a leaving, really, as it is never walking into anything. she goes on precisely two dates with him. it's only to please her parents, he's from an influential family and it'd be nice, they say, if the kids dated. she holds back her grimaces whenever he laughs over the dinner table and she only agrees to a second one because she enjoys torturing herself, it seems. she leaves after thirty minutes of the second date, excuses herself and never answers his attempts to contact her again. this is the one she's most embarrassed by. 

i won't cover my scars, i'll let them bleed / so my silence, so my silence / won't be mistaken for peace / am i wrong for wanting us to make it? / tell me your lies because i just can't face it /

she's twenty-five when she leaves cypress lockhart. he is the perfect man and she is the imperfect bride-to-not-be. her grin is wide and filled with panic any time someone makes a funny little remark about the lack of a shiny ring on her finger. he kneels to the ground on a hot summer night and dread fills up her throat until all that comes out is a choked sound. he knows the answer as soon as he asks it. she has known it from the moment they started dating. she is not a bride, she is something else, something in-between, something that aches and longs for things she has never known. this is the problem, she has dreamed of a luxurious wedding, she has yearned for the sound pattern of little feet running all over her house, she has wanted a marriage and a family, but not with him. effie trinket seems to be searching for an impossible thing. everyone says she must be mad to turn him down. his mother's ring is pocketed again and she pretends to feel guilty. he runs a quiet smear campaign on her for years. this is the one that people still whisper about.

got a girl with california eyes / and i thought that she could really be the one this time / but i never got the chance to make her mine / 

she's twenty-seven when she leaves osage blossom. a young stylist born on district four that made it to the capitol to work, not a dime to her name and a bag heavy on her shoulders. effie adores her. her parents don't approve of their daughter dating a nobody. months later, after some suspicious rebellious acitivity, osage is found dead at her apartment. this is the one where effie's heart breaks too.

god dammit amy, we're not kids anymore / you can't just keep waltzing out of my life, leaving clothes on my bedroom floor, / [...] / you should mean more to me by now than just heartbreak and a short skirt /

she's twenty-eight when she leaves glinte wellbrand. the end of her twenties have come on too fast and too slow all the same. effie finds herself a wild animal, an awful thing; she clings to her tall stone walls and shoots daggers at anyone close enough to see. for once she doesn't want to be seen, heard, understood. for once, the ground could swallow her up. glinte is a welcome distraction, a thoughtless call in the middle of every lonely night. they don't want anything more than casual, either, but they're also fed up with her antics after months of it. she's too much, they say. they exist under each other's skins like poison. their argument ends with a broken bottle and a hole on the wall. this is the one she doesn't talk about much.

you got big plans and you gotta move / and i don't feel nothing at all / and you can't feel nothing small / honey, i love you, that's all she wrote / oh, ophelia / you've been on my mind, girl, like a drug /

she's thirty-one when she leaves saffran farshire. they don't see eye to eye anymore, and she's learned to jump back in the water before it all sinks. there isn't much to write home about. he wants to keep trying, but she insists against it. the cold night mocks her emptiness when she walks out of their place, bound to let her own loneliness hold her to sleep for the next however many years. although admittedly such a crier, she doesn't shed any tears. there's a hollow in her chest that fills up eventually with her career, her friends, her team. this is just the one that happened last.

#effie : musings #abusive relationship tw #toxic relationship tw #death tw #jic #there's only one woman bc effie doesn't break women's hearts they don't belong in this list #also cypress can get champagne problems by tswift but that's effie's pov #special thanks to the thg name generator #this started as a joke bc i hc'd that effie dated caesar once #anyone is welcome to this information ic now too <33

[winterfireice]

@the-abandoned-schoolbus I was going to send you an ask but I was to long. Um fair warning this was the first thing I wrote when wanting to post it to tumblr. And I was going to send you just a snippet but decided you deserve the full thing. I really like the idea just think I can do better

Here we go

I say “coffee” and “orders” too much(also in this sophie and amy are both adopted by grady and edaline while jolie is there birth daughter and jolie is 2 years older than sophie and amy is 2 yars younger than sophie placing jolie a freshman in college, sophie a junior in high school and amy a freshmen) also i know nothing about running a business just keep that in mind

~Sophie~

I was taking orders and making coffee on a saturday moring so basically I was fucked; usaly theres more people working during rush hour but my parents were on vacation for there anniversary, my best friend Keefe called out for a date he planned a week ago and that was fine when I thought id have my cousin Dex and my little sister Amy working with me but Amy got a stomach bug and passed it to Dex. But I'm not having Keefe cancel his date so here I am. When my parents were fresh out of college they bought a little coffee shop near the center of town and started Calla’s Coffee well actually started “A Coffee Cup” but they were never sold on the name and when our family friend Calla who loved our coffee we had our name. And even though the building is pretty small it was very popular. The bell on the door rings for the tenth time in five minutes and I look up and see a beautiful girl with dark brown hair tied into a intricate braid and teal eyes she's wearing faded jeans with a simple white blouse tucked into them she gets into the back of the line when the phone rings I grab it while turning around to make a young man's tea “Hello this is Calla’s Coffee how can I help you?”

“Hey sis” I get a way too chipper voice for eight am “Jolie” its not exactly a question but my older sister answers it like one any way “that would be me” “why are you calling the coffee house?” I question “well you sound happy to hear from me” she teases “Im working alone.” I hear a ohh of reilization my sister is two years older than me and has definitely worked here enough to know when its the busiest. “Wheres everyone else?” “Busy.” theres no need and no time to explain. I grab the green tea bag releasing its empty “you have until im done grabbing some more tea from the back.” I say into the receiver luckly my mom convinced my dad to get the cordless phone so i can bring the phoen with me. “Also why are calling the land line and not my phone?” I ask. We almost never call the coffee shop “I didnt know who was working.” she responds “I think I left a stack of papers on the table in the staff room the last time I was there.” Jolie is a freshmen at college but trys to come home pretty regularly because shes only about an hour away but this weekend she had to study. I grab the tea bag and walk over to the table, our back room doubles as a storge room and break/staff room. “I dont see anything let me check the cubbys” all of the staff has a cubby for our stuff but since theres six of us and ten cubbys we use the extra four for random stuff we have here. “Is it a report on how our economy is going?” Jolie wants to be a social worker for the foster care system but is taking some extra classes to expand her knowledge or something “yes, did you find it?” “yeah shoult you have this on your computer? Just print out another one.” “My computer broke its getting fixed right now but wont be ready by the time I need to turn that paper in. Guess ill be seeing you tommorwer id pick it up today but I have a study group all day.” “ok Love you see you soon” I tell her “love you too” Im walking back to register when Keefe walks though the door and over to me already putting on his apron “I thought you had a date?” “somthing came up on his end were getting dinner insead.” He says shrugging “here ill take over making everything you get the orders.”

It's about ten minutes later when a brown haired girl comes up and pulls out a list “I'm going to warn you I have a long list and a very annoying brother.” she says in a way that says she is sorry in advance. I put both my hands on the counter and lean on them “oh thats fine would you rather tell me the order or give me that list your holding?” I say with a smile on. She hands me the piece of paper and I give it to keefe behind me. “He looks at it and gives it back “you take this one you're good at complicated” I look down at the order and see one of the most complicated lattes i've ever seen not to mention an equally complicated tea and two simple coffees. I turn towards the girl “there's four names on this list which one should I call when it's ready?” “That's all you have to say?” keefe says quietly beside me but loud enough where the girl can hear him. She doesn't look mad though, more understanding “Biana” she nods “Pretty name.” I say and turn back to the coffee maker but not before I see her blush I smile to myself knowing I'm the reason for the pigment in her cheeks.

“Biana” I shout, putting her drinks in a tray and on the receiving part of the counter. She walks over and picks it up and grabs something from her back pocket “just one more thing.” and hands me the folded paper and walks away. I open it seeing her name and a phone number below it. Smiling, I put it into my pocket and go back to taking orders.

~Biana~

I dont think Ive ever giving a girl my number before but she was really cute and really good at making coffee especially the one im drinking right now itt has a little milk and sugar with a good amont of cinnamon and toffee flavoring ive never gone to this place before but have heard great things about it and it live up to the hype. I open the front door to my familys two bedroom apartment its smaller than our old house but still enough room for all of us. We all wanted to get out of our small town when my father got all mad about my mom getting engaged especially to another woman. But with me and my mom’s decorating skills its super warm and homey. “Coffees here.” I shout, my future step mom or mum as me and my brother call her gets up from the couch and grabs her coffee and standing next to me around our coffee table that ive put our drinks on while my mom and brother come out of their rooms and grab there much more complicated drinks. “Thanks I needed this want to go on a run before it starts to rain.” my older brother says gesturing to the window where clouds are starting to roll in. My brother basically has his football scholarship in the bag but still workouts like a mad man he enjoys it though and it gets him out of the house so I cant complain “I think your stopwatch is on my dresser from the that last run you dragged me on.” he nods right before chugging hsi coffee and getting ready to leave “that cant be good for your stomach” I sit on the arm chair in our living room. Our aperntment has the living room and kitchen in one room and we also have a coffee table next to the kitchen in the living room we have a couch that can fit three people and two arm chairs with a smaller coffee table in the center its all facing the tv. My parents are on the couch and turn on the tv to some cooking channel and we all finish our caffeinated drinks. “Im going to some homework.” I say walking to my bedroom. I share it with Fitz so theres two beds two dressers and a desk plus a small closet. I sit down at my desk and open my computer. My old school offers online learning so Fitz and I are finishing our school year and next year well be going to the loal high school, well I will Fitz will be in college. He's a year older than me and currently a senior while I'm a junior.

Im still studying hours later when my phone dings with a new text

hey its sophie from Calla’s im the barista you gave your number to

I smile, I was a bit stressed when I first gave it to her that i just left right away in case she turned me down. I add her into my contacts and respond

Hi Soph

My phone rings after a few seconds “hi” “hi” we both chuckle even though theres nothing funny happing just two gays being awkward “you still working?” I ask and immediately regret of course shes not its almost dark and shes calling someone she just met not something you do while working. “Umm no I got off a few hours ago I just had a lot of homework and I had to take my dogs on a walk.” she sounds flustered “you have dogs?” “yeah two mutts” ive always loved dogs of course she has dogs “what are there names?” “oh well ones Iggy and the other is Silveny there annoying but adorable sometimes and vocal sometimes I feel like I know exactly what there thinking” shes laughing and I can tell she really loves her pets “I think I have some photos if you want them?” “Yes” I answer maybe to quickly “of course I want dog photos” she sends a few photos of two dogs a medium sized grey boy Iggy I learn and a slightly larger white girl Silveny. We end up talking the rest of the night until Fitz comes into the room I got a text about an hour after he left this morning saying he was going to spend the day in town I did’t relise it was ten pm until looking at the clock on his dresser “where were you” I whisper angling the phone away from my mouth “errands, and I met someone it's nothing” he shakes his head “im going to take a shower” I nod at him as he leaves the room “sorry my brother just came into our room, hes gone now getting ready for bed.” “bed its only,” sophie pauses im guessing checking the time “holy shit it got late fast im so sorry but I got work tomorrow and should probably go to bed. But I want to talk to you again if your available come to the cafe a little after noon its pretty calm around then” “perfect ill see you there” we hang up and a fall onto my bed squealing she said she wanted to talk to me again. I get ready for bed the smile not leaving my face.

“Hey I really liked that coffee palace we had yesterday I think im going to go back today.” I'm grabbing my purse and heading to the door Its not noon yet but I dont know if I can wait much longer knowing a cute girl is only ten minutes away, well by walking. “Sweatheart its almost twelve dont you want lunch insead?” my mom is giving me a quizzing look and shes right I almost never have coffee at lunch or no lunch espicly since our family opened a diner and started making amazing hamburgers. “That coffee place had muffins and stuff that I wanted to try. Plus they had a good variety of teas without caffeine” I dont know why im rambling I did want to try there muffins when I was there last time but I got distracted. “Ill come too” Fitz is puting on a thin jacket over his t shirt “No no I bet your busy Ill just bring you somthing home, ill send you a photo of the menu” ive opened the door and walking to hallway im sure my moms are giving me weird looks since I basically just ran out of the house but I hear jingling of keys and footsteps coming twords me “Why are you being so weird Its just a coffee place right,” Fitz gives me a questioning look and I wonder if hes thinking about who could have been on the other side of my very long phone call. “Plus that way we can drive there” Fitz is walking ahead of me and I relise theres no way out of this. I dont even know why im annoyed its not like this is a date Sophie just invited me to her job when shes working im basically just a customer with connections.

“So who is it?” Fitz is driving and has an annoying voice like he knows everything “Ill answer your question if you answer mine. Whos did you spend the day with yesterday?” “just some guy I barley know him” “same but its a girl and she works at Calla’s Coffee” im trying to hide my excitement “ooo so thats why you wanted so desperately to come alone.” I look away out the window nodding. Fitz laughs beside me and brings his attention fully to the road again.

I step into the building and hear a little bell Fitz is right behind me I tried to convince him to stay in the car or go do something else but he was very persistent. “So this is Calla’s, its nice” Hes looking around and hes right it feels lived in for a coffee shop while still updated enough where you dont feel like its missing anything. But im not realy paying attention to the decoring but to the blond girl wiping down some tables she looks up and smiles at me. At me im eternally screaming and apparently not moving because fitz pushes me sltightly guigding me to the counter were theres a few bar seats. “Hi” I sit down in the seat closet to in front of her “Hey you came” she smiling and im having trouble breathing. “Yeah should I have texted I could have let you know I was on my way” “no no its fine its like a surprise” she laughs and im totally gay panicking and just stairing at her id feel self concise if she wasnt doing the same thing “Foster are you going to take her order or just keep looking at her” a tall blond guy is standing in a doorway that gose to the back of the store. I hear Fitz take a weird breath and sit down beside me wile sophie shakes her head like trying to get out of a trance “do you want the same as last time” I shake my head “whats do you recommend for something with low caffeine?” “Foster low caffeine I dont think she knows that exists” she laughs and Sophie glares at him. “I know something want a surprise” i nod at her “any allergies?” “nope, you have free rein” “perfect,” she turns to Fitz’s deration “anything for you” “I dont know if you still have are order from yesterday but Ill have a latte with-” “ohh complicated latte got it” Soph turns around and starts making our drinks im paying attention to her but can definitely can still pick up on the weird tension between the second bareista his name tag says his name is Keefe and my brother but im too preouipated being gay. Sophie puts down our dinks mine looks like a kind of tea and tastes like citrus and amazing. Fitz takes a sip of his coffee “its perfect, how I never saw you look at a paper or anything” “eidetic memories” Keefe points to his head and sophie’s “both of you” I gape at her “thats so cool” she shruggs her shoulders like its no big deal and looks down I think to hide that shes blushing it dosent work very well. “So how did you two start working at a Coffee shop?” Fitz asks “Well my parents own it so it was a no bainer for me but when Keefe needed a job his best friends family owned business just happened to have an opening” Soph says that last part like maybe she had a little to do with Keefes job opportunity. “Oh your family owns Calla’s?” I say as the door rings and a guy that I guess is just slightly taller than keefe walks in “hey diz” Keefe says throwing an apron at his head it falls off his face and he checkers it putting it on “thanks because you couldt just hand it to be like a normal person” he pulls out a name tag out of one of the many pockets and pins it to the top right corner showing his naem is Dex “normal is boring” Keefe says to him “Biana, Fitz meet Dex, Dex meet Biana and Fitz. Dex is my cousin, well by adoption” I turn to Dex “your adopted?” I ask hoping its not an offensive question “no I am” Sophie says as dex joins them behind the counter “but we see each other more than bio cousins plus its been long enough that you might as well be related by blood.” Dex shrugs. “Its nice to meet you.” he says “you too” me and Fitz say at the same time. We sit in silence for a little while Sophie and my eyes meeting and we simle “Hey, when are your parents getting back?” Dex says leaniing though the doorway to the back room. “Five and remember Jolie is getting here around four and staying for dinner, also Edaline and Grady don't know shes coming its a little surprise” Sophie answered just briefly taking her eyes off me to answer Dex before turning back to me “Jolie’s my older sister and at college but taking an impromptu to trip. And my parents are going on a much needed vacation camping.”

“how many photos do you think they took?” Keefe asks wiping down some mugs “oh hundreds, no doubt” Shopie giggles, I love how close these three seem and how nautul they seem even with two new people sitting infront of them. A ring comes from sophie's back pocket and she pulls it out looking down at it “oh sorry I got to take this” she says clicking on the answer button “hey sis”

#sorry for the weird gap I don’t think there is anything I can do about it #frizz frizz frizzle✨ #hope you like it #I’d like to think my writing has come a bit farther

[zennialemo]

I tried to kill myself. I took a nearly full bottle of prescribed benzos. Then I walked to the center of town and stared at my phone. Eventually I called 988. I didn't say what I'd done. I just talked. It didn't take long for the women I was connected to to ask me if I'd taken something. I admitted it. I dont remember admitting it, just being told to sit in the gazebo and stay on the line. Honestly I don't remember the details of it. I don't remember a disturbing amount of time. But I remember like 3 cop cars showing up with the ambulance.

Which is fucked. Why so many cops to a mental health crisis?

But it only got more fucked. After, I was medically cleared I was moved from the regular ER to where they keep people for 72 hour holds. I was section 12ed. When they found a bed for me I was moved to a psych hospital.

Listen. If you need to go, go. But also what in the ever living fuck is going on in those places. This was my third time and as always there was violence that shouldn't have been allowed to happen, inhumane treatment, dehumanizing behavior from the staff. My first day I broke. I lost my shit. I laid in my shitty bed with someone coming in to check on me every 5 minutes to make sure I wasn't trying to off myself and wept. I regretted not finishing myself off with alcohol like I originally planned. I seriously regretted it.

Sometimes I still do.

But I pulled myself together and didn't allow myself to cry again. Because not being okay means being locked in there longer. Means higher dosages of meds you've just started with side effects that are massively destructive. And lord I can't explain how awful it is to know there's nowhere to go. When people are screaming and throwing chairs and punching holes in the walls. Nowhere to cry where you won't be seen. All the rooms they have to go to locked because you need staff but not enough staff to go into the quiet room. Eating salad with plastic spoons because God forbid you give someone like me a fork. God forbid. Stripped down and searched and without your clothes and other items for days because they can't get their shit together. So you walk around in grippy socks and scrubs. Without your books or journal, and never are you allowed to have your phone. So all the numbers you have to call people are in the journal they told you you couldn't have for literally no reason which is part of why you lost it. But then they give you the fucking journal when they bring your shit.

And that's the other thing. No one knows shit. Every person gives a different answer. No one knows who to talk to for anything so you spend an absurd amount of time looking for anyone to help you. And the counseling staff who seems to semi care has no idea because it's not their job to know. Which means no one fucking knows because the people who's job it is don't have a clue. A nurse in the med window who doesnt know how to give meds. A schedule on the wall thats always wrong for groups and no easily visible clock to know what time it is anyway. No calendar to tell the date or day of the week. And you're locked in and you can't leave you can't leave you can't leave-

Two weeks and a day since I overdosed. I've been at my parents house. I don't know what I'm doing. And nothing really has changed. I left that place and the ER before it with no help. Because fucking psych jail isn't helpful. It isn't goddamn helpful to lock me into a place and treat me and all the people around me less-than and drug me out of my mind. That is traumatizing.

I'm angry and I'm lost and I have nowhere to put any of it. I've been in therapy for years, at one point three times a week. I have a psychiatrist and have tried tons of meds and med combination. I've done PHPs and peer run groups and joined internet communities. I have a social worker. But when im too honest (and why is there even a feeling of being "too honest"?) I'm told to go to the ER. Which means psych jail. And why is that our fucking answer?

Almost all of us were inpatient for the third fourth seventh eighth time. Because there is nowhere else and nothing else to do. Its like recidivism rates but for psych hospitals instead of prison.

I just don't know. I don't know. The best I can think to do is try to get in the system. To change it. To read and study and learn and advocate. Right now I'm struggling to eat one meal a day. But sometimes I have fleeting images of myself helping someone find an alternative, and knowing they'll actually be helped.

Something to hold onto. But the problem is right now I'm struggling. Right now. And all I can do is wait until my 45 min session on Wednesday. Because contrary to the current systems beliefs group therapy isn't helpful for everyone. Especially the way we do it. So I could go to a million PHPs - everytime I come out worse. Everytime except one and it just so happened the group of people I spent time with meshed well, so the time between groups was immensely helpful. It was pure luck though. And it shouldn't be like this.

We deserve better.

#rant #suicide #mental health #psych wards #hospitalization #section 12 #tw sui attempt #benzos #suicide attempt #overdose

[one-abuse-survivor]

Ice Anon - I feel like the responsible one in this house. Even if everyone else would disagree.

They would disagree cause I don't always do my chores, I sometimes forget my responsibilities, I need to be reminded sometimes.

But I think so cause of non physical responsibility, ever since I was young I was trusted with things, with secrets, troubles, anxieties, rants, etc.

My parents would mention a hard thing or a secret cause I am the oldest child.

Others come to me for advice.

My sister rants to me when she is angry.

I'm told that I'm so mature for my age, I'm told I am strong cause of how I deal with things, I almost never go to others when I need them. I deal with almost everything by myself.

Hardly anyone notices when I am hurting now, not unless I tell them, no one realizes that it's too much sometimes. I don't want them to consider me weak, cause if I can't handle it, if I'm weak, then what am I even here for?

If I'm weak, then what's the point.

I constantly wish they'll never see me as weak, that they'll continue to think I'm a strong person, but sometimes I wish they'd see how shattered I am, how close I am to falling apart at times.

Yes I sometimes tend to overshare with my friends about my trauma, yes I sometimes talk too much about it, but I only do that cause it's in the fucking past. I will tell them all about my trauma, but laugh it off, say it was fucked, but I'll never admit how much it fucked me up, how much it broke me. I hardly ever open up about current problems, I don't tell anyone when I'm feeling sad, scared, and alone.

I just keep it to myself. They don't need to know, I'm strong, I can handle it without help.

I know I'm a fucking hypocrite, I help people all the time, I never call them weak for it. But I feel like I can't do the same, I can't accept their help, I just can't. I don't need it, and I will just be a burden to everyone around me.

I don't know if I've ever actually been described as a burden, but it sure feels like I am a lot. A feel like a waste of space, a waste of resources, a waste of a life.

I bet my family doesn't even care about me, maybe they care about the idea of me, the idea of the first born, the idea of the miracle child that they were told they'd never have.

I may be in therapy, I may be trying to get on meds to help myself, but do I even deserve it? Should I even try? What's the point of all of this anyways, the point of trying to get help?

Recently I've started fantasizing about leaving or dying more often, last week I dreamed of taking all of my stuff into a bag without end and leaving in the middle of the night, changing my name like I always dreamed, and running.

I also dreamed of offing myself and turning into a ghost and wandering the earth, finally free to just be.

I know these are coping strategies, but I can't help but wish it was real, wish that I could become something, or someone else so I can leave. I thought I was done with these methods of coping, but apparently not.

But do I even deserve that? Maybe I was meant to suffer, meant to constantly be in a state of torment. Maybe it's my destiny to help others but constantly be in hell.

Nonnie, I don't think you're a hypocrite for feeling this way. I think keeping all your pain and weakness to yourself is a survival response you're having because the people you were supposed to go to when you were feeling vulnerable and scared weren't emotionally available for you, and instead came to you with their issues and made you feel responsible for their emotional well-being when you weren't old or mature enough to know how to handle any of it.

You don't have to ever be called a burden to feel like one. Often times, even if your family/parents don't say you're a burden, if they're still emotionally unavailable and always putting their emotional needs before yours/acting like you don't need to be taken care of because you're "mature" enough to take care of yourself, that will cause you to believe that you're not allowed to have your own needs. What they're communicating, with their actions, is that your role in other people's lives—even the people supposedly meant to take care of you—is to take care of them. And so how could you not feel like it would be selfish to need to be taken care of? That's why it can feel like you're a waste of space for having needs. Like you don't deserve to have needs at all. Because the people meant to meet those needs were too wrapped up in meeting their own needs through you.

And since taking care of others and keeping all your own emotions to yourself is what feels safe (because it's what keeps everyone around you happy and content), the prospect of letting down your guard and letting others take care of you can feel really dangerous and unsafe. Because what if they get mad? What if they don't have the time or energy to deal with you? What if they decide you're not worthy anymore because you're not constantly emotionally available to them? What if they realise what a burden you are? But, on the other hand, you would never apply the same logic the other way around, because others' needs are always important and always deserve all your energy and effort.

Feeling this way doesn't make you a hypocrite, nonnie. It makes you a person who was emotionally neglected growing up and who was parentified and forced to take care of the adults who should've been taking care of you. You're not a bad person. You're just in a lot of pain because you were put through something no child should ever have to go through.

You deserve to be at peace. You deserve to just be. You deserve to not have to constantly worry about others' needs, and you deserve to have a space where you can talk about your own, even if it's hard and it feels like you will die or you will deserve death the second you allow yourself to be taken care of.

You were not born to suffer. No one is. But it's very understandable to feel that way when your family has been sending you that message all your life through the way they treated you and made you responsible for their secrets and problems.

I'm really sorry everything feels so hopeless and that you feel like you don't deserve peace. You do. You really do. And I'm saying this as someone who still sometimes struggles with the same issue—and with feeling like even my most basic needs are a burden and I have to make up for every breath I take. You deserve peace and you deserve boundaries and you deserve to be taken care of, even if it doesn't feel that way right now. And even if it can take years to fully believe all of this, I promise that it does get better once you're away from the people who made you feel this way.

You're allowed to forget your chores sometimes. That also doesn't make you a bad person. You don't need to be perfect, or mature, or easily manageable. You're allowed to be immature and forgetful and to make mistakes and to still have maturing and growing up to do. You're allowed to take up space, nonnie. And you definitely deserve therapy.

I hope this becomes a bit easier to believe with time. Hang in there, nonnie. I'm glad I could provide you with a space to express your pain. Please know you're not alone in these feelings, you're not a bad person, and it does get better.

Sending a big, big virtual hug ❤️

#Ask #Ice anon #Toxic sister #Trauma tw #Toxic family #parentification #Suicide tw #Suicidal tw #Hopelessness tw #childhood emotional neglect #emotional neglect tw #Emotional abuse tw

[heard-nsfw-is-back]

oh my God healthy mother alert

Cw: hateful speech (homophobic, classism, cheating parents, ableist rhetoric ie learning in a classroom setting) it's not healthy but for once I wrote about a good mother son relationship. Don't worry I'll make it up next time😌

Steve and Eddie come back late from a date and unfortunately Steve's parents' car is there in the driveway. Steve feels so fucking cold and Eddie takes a deep breath and looks to him. "Wait here." Steve says, holding up a hand. He already knew Eddie was willing to come with him. At Eddie's face, Steve smiles, warm but terrified. "I'd rather deal with them alone. Don't worry sweetheart, keep the car warm." He winks and slides out the car, keeping it running just in case.

Eddie is sitting in the dark, minutes drag by and his legs are getting tired from bouncing around. Eventually Eddie sucks his teeth. "Fuck it." He climbs out of the car, careful to leave the door open in case they need to run. Or worse, walk slowly and hold themselves together. Steve was always talking about how exhausting his parents are. A nice way of saying they sucked, as far as Eddie's emotional translator was concerned.

He walked up to the house, carefully and quietly. Not that it would have done any good, he could hear Steve's father from outside. "....enough that it's a man but does it have to be that man? He's a fuck up in school Steve. He can't even graduate, it's just memorizing answers at this point he can't even do that right!" Well fuck. Ow. Eddie pantomimed pulling a dagger from his heart, trying not to giggle. Weak sauce insults were a dime a dozen. He's heard worse from 12 year old girls. Steve made a disgusted sound. "Dad you only got your first job because your father blew the old boss. We all know it." Eddie's knees almost gave out. Fuck his baby knew how to take it AND give it. "Besides, whenever I asked you for help you always told me to ask mom. Looks like you need a refresher, huh? And anyways it doesn't take a genius to make coffee you said? You broke the first two coffee makers I bought you for Christmas!"

Eddie was going to rawdog Steve the second he got his hands on him. Maybe he could convince him to do it on the driveway. Steve's dad interrupted Eddie's frankly fantastic imagination. "All we ask is for you to do well enough to get in the business and take over. Get a wife. Hell we'll find you one! But you have to go after that sick murderer! We're doing this for your own good. For the family's good." Steve scoffed. "If you have a shit about my well-being you should have been here instead of banging your secretary. Family good, my ass." Eddie grinned and made a face. Fuck Steve was so hot when he was being mean.

From this angle he could see both Steve and his dad look over at a woman that frankly, was far to gorgeous to be married to that guy. She held up a hand and Eddie swallowed another laugh, Steve looked just like her. "I've heard enough. I've just had a 12 hour flight. I've been wearing shoes that would make Madonna cry in sympathy. I'm tired and I don't want to hear anymore. Steve." And his baby looked seconds from crying. "Steve did I ever tell you I had a girlfriend in high school?" WHAT? WHAT? HUH? EXCUSE ME? Eddie's jaw broke off and bounced somewhere over where Steve's must've. "Mom. What? Like a girl space friend or a." At this Steve made a wiggle with some finger scissor. Eddie took it back, he was going to teach Steve some decorum on the driveway.

His mother just smiled. "Sweetheart I would never get mad at you for dating who you wanted. Besides I know about the secretary. Who do you think told me?" At this she made a sly wink and Eddie was going to eat out two Harringtons in his life or his name isn't Edward Munson. Joking. Mostly. Steve's father was fit to burst. "But dear, our boy is shacking up with the Munson boy! It's just not right!" His mother snapped her finger and both men stood up straight. Interesting, good to know Steve can be obedient, Eddie thought. He had to learn how to snap though.

"I've heard your complaints, dear." The word dear coming out more like a mocking thing rather than endearing. "I'm refusing to hear them. I won't have our boy, our son, trapped in some worthless, emotionless well like ours. Steve as far as I'm concerned, you're fine. All is well." She pointed at her husband. "Don't make me disgrace you with a formal divorce." She snapped when it looked like he was going to protest. "The fact that I still have your last name is vile enough, I have enough stakes in the company to keep me well fed, I will do it. And I'll take your pretty little secretary with me."

Steve looked proud, intrigued, and a little grossed out. "Mom I really. Really don't want to hear about your sex lives." At this, she looked a little considerate. "You're right. It's inappropriate. Anyway, go bring your boyfriend in, that concrete can't be good for his knees." They all looked up and Steve smiled. Eddie had hid his upper body well behind some plants but the entire lower half of his body was out to see. He waved his fingers and walked in. "Uh. Hi. Hi, Steve's mom. Steve's dad." His mother looked amused and Steve was smiling, clear adoration in his eyes. His father looked. Embarrassed. Good.

"I'll skip the small talk. If my son comes to me upset in any way, and I find out you had anything to do with it, nothing, no one, and nowhere would keep you safe from me. Understand?" Steve's mom leaned back, looking relaxed and regal all at once. "Yes ma'am." Eddie promised. "You better graduate." Steve's dad interjected. "Can it." Steve threw back. And he took Eddie's hand. "Come on." He dragged Eddie back out to the car. "You can't have a boner in front of my parents dude." Steve hissed when they sat in. "Oh shit." Eddie murmured and Steve's head hit the steering wheel.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie x steve

[neon-danger]

I keep EVERYTHING and it's probably why I keep running out of space to keep backups as my screenshots folder is about as big as mods folder and if not for me constantly taking out old saves to ALSO backup it would also be as massive. I really need to get like a massive drive that won't kill itself on me and put a million backups in there. I have no shame, I share shit with friends too and I have screenshots going back to my old crappy laptop in 2018. God I want bands so bad in Sims 4. I have modded drums but they are not the same, and they also broke pianos for me at the same time. I use Clubs as makeshift bands but it's not THE SAME and I've heard everyone sing and play guitar so many times I can just tell who is doing it despite all Sims having the same singing voice for some reason. I just KNOW who is more likely to just start singing or pull out a guitar and start doing it and who is more often distracted by flirting.

I'm inconsistent with building as it takes me forever to make a layout and it makes me doubt myself endlessly and I hate making roofs. But I like furnishing and doing layouts, I just try so hard to avoid making boxes that I give myself pain trying to make it 'interesting'. Which usually just means L shapes, how exciting and different. I think I've played too much Minecraft as I do the exact same fucking thing there.

I also can't build anything but houses. Every time I built anything else it failed spectacularly. I keep my awful restaurant because Alex works there and it's fun to sexually harass him at work and restaurants seem to work better without mods meant to fix them for some fucking reason for me, but I built a park once and it was so awful I deleted it from existence. WHY did that mod make restaurants break for me, chefs never showed up but waiters still did, so DUMB. It's supposed to make them work better, but it works better without it.

I feel like some of my friends would be chill with me sharing my save file screenshots but like,,, I don’t take that many

I use the in game camera so my sims can have memories and that’s usually what’s clogging my screenshot folder tbh

Anytime I use screenshots it’s more for story telling

I use a lot of Pinterest floor plans that I’ll usually modify to fit my needs. I have a comfort build that’s basically just My Happy Place with an entirely made up floor plan based on a maladaptive daydream universe I still can’t completely let go of. When life is really bad I put myself sim in with my para parents and just,,,, heal my inert child

Tbh even looking at architecture for inspiration can help in creating your own floor plans as well

A lot of ea floor plans are complete shit so I’ll go in and fix it without editing the ea shell

My only dine out issues are the constant resetting of my sims and the unreasonably long wait times so I haven’t ever really used any dine out fixes. I don’t normally play as a restaurant owner tho so maybe that’s why.

I’ve been really into midcentury architecture lately so I built a 1970s diner the other day but yeah it was not cute

Anyone who can build a restaurant is talented fr

#I’ve found that room building is a lot easier if I just don’t make all the rooms perfect rectangles #I love a good accent wall #my issues is I usually put the big giant windows that cover the whole wall #and then I have to work around that with the interior walls #+ there’s no where to put large furniture pieces without blocking windows #I should build my comfort house again #maybe that will cure me #neon answers #lightning plays the sims #neon plays the sims

[gate4043]

This was the first outfit I wore out of the house.

I was terrified. Wearing an old blue shirt I've had for years that was kinda girly but you can't really see it, it was more for me and for my confidence, a black pinafore dress, stockings, and you can't see them but just my white cheap kmart sneakers. I was also wearing breast forms (I think D cup ones) I'd bought off amazon and a shitty Bonds bra that had managed to keep them in place. I hadn't shaved my arms in a while, so I was afraid to take off the jacket. You can't see it, but my bald spot had gotten really bad, which I thankfully didn't notice until I got home.

It was a Saturday. My mum and stepdad would get back from holiday the next day, so I only had that day to do it. But it was late in the day by the time I'd actually mustered up the courage and put together an outfit. My car was parked out on the lawn, and our neighbours talked a lot with my parents and the neighbour across the street was pretty nosey and watched us a lot. I had zipped up my jacket and put on a pair of jeans so that I could drive my car into the driveway, go back inside and take my pants off, then hop back in the car and go to the only shop that was open at 9:30 something on a Saturday that people wouldn't recognise me at.

It did go wrong a little. The part of the garage that opens up to the back was a little ajar, which meant the dog ran through and out into the front yard. I panicked, pulled back into the driveway, and then ran around to the front door and desperately called him in.

I drove to the shop panicking the entire time. It was amazing, and it was scary as shit to be doing it, I assuredly accidentally broke some traffic rules out of sheer nervousness. Rolled up to the shop. Worst experience I've ever had out in public. Everyone stared. Got called a freak by a passerby whispering under his breath, to this day that's the only time that's ever fucking happened. Got inside, bunch of stares and misgendering from old cis white dudes, and everyone else in the shop was actually really lovely. Clocked the checkout as kinda queer, they were super nice about everything, headed home, freaked the fuck out.

Here I am fourteen months later in May of this year

So that's just under six months on E at the time. Went out to a friend's first year E anniversary, it was wild, there were multiple people being held by their partners with leads, there was a person in crazy makeup and a top hat and boot heels and they explained to me where they got their hat, I got to sit in a cute girl's lap and snuggle, it was great.

I wanna talk about confidence

When I was in the closet, when I was finally starting to come out, I was doing a lot more than I'd ever done before. I'd gotten clothes from my brother's fiancée, then girlfriend, which fit me, and I'd dress up around the house and run around with the lights off upstairs because the neighbours on both the front and back of the house could see through into ours and again, they talked. All it would have taken is one dickhead blabbing and suddenly a shitstorm would've broke loose.

I have an awkward body for transitioning. What's worse, I could've prevented it because I've known I was trans for that long. Shoes won't fit me, don't even bother trying, my feet are fucking massive, even for guys. My shoulders are just wide. I know the jacket didn't help, but believe me, it wasn't as thick as it looks. I have a serious body hair problem which I hope to all fuck will get sorted out in some way with hormones, but I expect before long I'll be getting full body electrolysis, damn the expense.

This is why I'm showing this stuff, is because I was not confident, I was not the kind of trans person who posts a bunch of pictures of themselves to the internet and I'm still not that and I don't think I'll ever be that. Right now it's almost 2 AM, I haven't shaved all day, the toilet's clogged and I didn't want to sit down in the water so I was forced to stand up to pee because I was busting which made me feel dysphoric and gave me impostor syndrome at the same time and I have work tomorrow. But I know seeing a trans person I can relate to helps me whenever I'm feeling down, and I felt like sharing this.

It's okay to be a mess of a person, you don't have to be like the really fucking beautiful people I see on the internet all the time. You can be a goblin that struggles to achieve humanity, let alone gender presentation, and that doesn't change who you are on the inside and that doesn't mean that you can't do everything you wanna do and be everything you wanna be. Don't let it discourage you, you're awesome. You're always gonna be awesome. G'night.

#trans #trans pride #traaaaaaannnnnnnnnns #closet stories

[lonespektr]

OCTOBER 4TH HORROR WATCH

No one will save you (2023)

Farm house big one in the middle of nowhere

Scenic white girl plain flower dress

Ring of dead grass

Drives past age appropriate white guy waves, he ignores he to

Mailed gift via post in a literal one main street town

Sitting on moms grave

Oh not on property - is a small grave yard

Continues to wave awkwardly at funeral goers?

Now we are hiding from

Maudes cops parents?

Mailman is very bad at his job

No dialogue

Old time house old time clothes old time music

Writing letters

Kitchen phone legit avocado corded

Immediately hung up as it rung

Maude is a BFF

Literal moo moo gown like vintage

Guilt and shame in the letters in her hiding from towns people

Unsettling music shift

Loud bang middle of the night

Oh shizz front door is open

Bells?

Footsteps?

If only the house wasn't a hundred years old a creaky door would be out of the question

Tiny person ran past the ?? Behind a semi transparent wall like a toddler gait

Was some clicking like echo locations

Running through the house chaotically

It's doing a good job with the tension because she keeps hiding so we cant see anything

But it's also extremely childlike and comical because it's humorously chaotically running through the house making silly noises and it's like 3.5feet high

Under the bed it's little feets are basically hands

Curling iron will save you

This genius saw the thing bail out of the second story window closed the door

And then...

I guess this makes sense if you are treating an alien like a wild boar that got loose in your home and not a sentient being with space travel capabilities

Electricity goes haywire again

As obvs the thing (probably more than one) are still on the property

No excuse for why she doesn't have a cell phone except for she's clearly cosplaying the fifties and she lives in the middle of no where so no service

Finally get a semi close up creature is very claigrey alien

Two extra long pointer fingers

Boom door smack

This one is taller

Ooo telekinesis that's difficult

Ooo broke her little model doll house, undoubtedly the only thing holding her sanity up in isolation

Lifting she's off the ground it's pulling her towards and shard of furniture through the head that's right you busted her little dolls

Down it goes, one and done

Hard to recover from a steak through a big squishy head

Ooo shock stayed there till morning

It's still down .not decaying apparently

She got glass in her foot

All electronics are off water is running she's goes back inside as car doesn't start

MY GIRL SIS she's living in hard denial

If you don't walk into town and bury that body outside somewhere

Mam the corpse is still in the home okay she biked at least

Ohh poor mr mail mana truck flipped on the road

Neighbor ( relative for the country probably few nlocks to a mile away) house is turned up too

Small town she's not talking to anyone on the way

Town hates her

Ooo lady spit on her wife of cop

She leaves police station

Literally the defiyot conflict avoidant my child would rather face an alien alone than talk to the towns people and face her guikt

I'm sure she killed someone on accident or something small town drunk driving?? Drugs??

She just goes and cries against a brick wall

Okay finally got something a greyhound bus

Still hat and sunglasses deep shame

Imagine being more afraid to face what you have done. Whatever it was than a literal alien abduction

Oh shizz it's a body snatcher thing i would say why her but 1 her property was marked 2 she ganked one of them

I'm sorry is this the fucking you tube/tick tock music guy??

2 body snatched

Solid uh Zombie adjacent body twiches

SIS you are running away from the bus with the people to be alone in the woods

Other real people were on the bus not just the two body snatched why didn't the driver radio for help?

A church

Locked?????????????

The doors of the church are always open??

She's literally locked out of heaven for her crimes same church near that tiny ass grave yard

It's maude

She did in fact kill maude

It was ten years ago and how by what method

Shes a track star shes been running miles at this point

Some clouds are chasing her

Back to the ranstacked neighbors

They're all standing up in a group and looking up directly at the sun/clouds with one hand up

Now the neighbor boy looks at her

You alerted the group babes

Why back to the house

The alien is decaying now but it's also clear there's a parasitic component

The towns people have something logged in their throat and something slimey came out of the aliens throat

Possibly suggesting that alien could have been human or another species and the parasitic thing turns anything it finds into a gray

Peak white person move following the slime trail outside

No dice apparently so house preparations

Nails and fire home alone style

It's night now and that didn't do much because

Well telekinesis dis

Nice shit of aliens retrieving the body

Almost akin to a funeral procession with invisible paul bearers

There's a theme here of her not talking

I'm emphasizing again that this is a completely dialogue-less film there are sound effects and she screams but no words

the aliens not having a clear communication that's auditory - seriously it's not like oh their language is clicks and grunts

They do not seem to have a language at all auditory range

And the towns people who got body snatched having something in their throats

Another alien (literally chilling curiously at her) disarmed her scissors but then took her little photo from the shelf

Now she mad again

That's the girl she killed her bff n her in the photo

Another alien a little one attacked her

A light tractor beam thing

Anyways i was saying themes around shame silence and being unable to speak to ask for help

Okay she skewered the little one gorl gorl girl

These things have telekinesis but no body strength and they are really mushy i think you should just hand to hand combat girl

You winning they got no muscle mass sis

Woah

How funking big is this lanky mother fucker outside

They are all sizes apparently

Toddler size, baby size, human size, house size, i should say height because they all still have gawky skinny limbs and mushy bodies

This guy is literally doing air traffic control to get this ship to land

I'm sorry this is hilarious perfect beat of scary and silly

Wait did the house sized one just like fall out like have a seizure

They aren't smart

Well the basketball player (if they never ate food) height one seemed like chill he just sat down stared at her until she screamed then he threw a desk but he stole her scissors and he could have stabbed her with them then he just looked at her picture like everyone else is attacking and he's visting???

The light tractor beams keep coming and taking the dead bodies

She offed the big one cause it wasn't very bright and got it's fool self stuck in the vehicle and she lit in on fire

Here comes the nice visting one

He opens the door cautiously and now He's looking at her photos

Babes this one hasn't done anything to you yet don't be racist

I mean besides a b and e but you did kill their homie

She tries to attack from behind but hes not the one flicks a finger and she flies through the wall

Their eyes are like star dust

They remodeling her house???

Tractor beam got her

Note this beam is red

I think all other beams have been blue

Whup alien floats up on ceiling towards her and yes it's a parasitic type thing that the thing vomited and floated into her mouth it was cute like a sea anemone they made a choice to make all these creatures a bit silly

This is the lead rapey version of a thing forcibly going into a woman's mouth as i have ever seen in a horror film

She woke up and everything is fine and her house is back to normal

And maude is alive!!!

And she speaks

I'm sorry maude

Now she puts her whole fist inside her mouth and pulls out the parasite i guess it wasn't latched yet

In addition to being the least rapey she pulled it back out of her own accord bonus points for that

It's also obviously jinn type so people wouldn't want to pull it out

The tractor beam is taking that thing

Nope it's cloning her with the dna pull from the sea anemone and now it's after her damn they make bodies quick

It stabbed her twice in the gutt

Ooo but she slit it's throat with her little safety cut knife (we already saw her tool up as best she could)

And shes now vicariously killed herself

So is this penance for maude complete?

Nope here come this tree sized motherfucker DAMN can sis get a break

Nope they zapped her up into the ship

Insert greg from into the garden wall quote " you gave beautiful eyes"

The one that was visiting in her house touched her head in the ship

It's a bunch of them there though

Oh shizz the flash back

What happened to maude??

Argument mauge pushes her

Oooo shit she bashed maude with a rock FUCK that's pretty dark

They are young but not NEARLY young enough to have this poor emotional regulation skills jeeebUS

This her later trying to write maude letters for a decade ???

Now she's reaching out to her younger self to forgive herself

Looks like they might have pupils after all

The curious ones actually do have language and they are discussing her memories

The ship appears semi sentient and they are talking to it there goes that humor again the ship literally dropped her back out the sky with a thud onto asphalt when it's literally grass every where but that one street

Aliens literally said we ain't taking no child murder into our ranks and dipped??

After an EMDR session???

She has a more modern look now as if she's no longer trapped in the time warp of the past

What about the rest of the town

Oh creepy synched waving / house clean up

At the neighbors now she's dancing with the neighbor boy

Everyone got stepforded?

Dance number

No still kinda old timey dress

Okay now the aliens leave after giving everyone forcible EMDR sessions like an episode of doom patrol this was just that season finale of doom patrol

Humor delightfully weird 3.7 stars 🌟🌟🌟⭐

Tomorrow is talk to me by popular vote

#graywatchhorror23 #no one will save you #doom patrol