#i am sick of being told i’m normal and then getting yelled at for being myself

[mars-ipan]

Ya got any rants stored up? Long-burning hatred?

i FINALLY found one i’ve been holding onto this ask waiting for the opportunity.

i HATE how people treat people with anxiety disorders. it’s endless pity mixed with complete incompassion

like ok. obligatory i have generalized anxiety disorder here. a lot of things make me stressed and when i’m having bad anxiety attacks (which can last days and sometimes put me into month-long spells of misery) i get physically sick, to the point of throwing up and fever. i also tend to go nonverbal/low-verbal during these periods of time (usually bc i’m nauseous.) i’m also very prone to migraines and have a tic and wear a night guard due to jaw clenching etc etc you get the point it affects me.

when i share these symptoms with people (assuming they don’t have similar symptoms) i get a lot of frowny faces. “owh i’m sorry :( that must be awful how horrible“ and the like. and it’s never said in a way that’s actually kind. it’s said in the way people talk about those aspca commercials. and it’s never actually come from a place of genuine concern- it’s superficial pity apparently meant to placate me. i hate it

and that’s assuming i even get that reaction at all! usually when i try to explain to someone that i’m experiencing symptoms of some sort like “hey i’m sorry i can’t really be productive right now, i’ve got a lot of brain fog” i am ALWAYS dismissed. EVERY time. maybe it’s because i’m quite skilled at coping and masking. maybe it’s because my panic attacks don’t (always) look like wailing and thrashing and choking on air. but for some reason people don’t seem to understand that yes my anxiety disorder is actually disabling for me sometimes. i will ask for an accommodation i need, be compared to someone else with different needs from me, and then be told i need to just suck it up and deal with it. and i am SO! TIRED! OF! IT!!!! the amount of times i’ve told people “hey please don’t say that to me i’m prone to paranoia about xyz” and then been yelled at because “it’s not that serious take a joke” is ABSURD. hey maybe stop telling me my cough is covid bc now i have to spend the next 3 hours reminding myself that i don’t have any other symptoms asshole!!! jesus

and THEN when i actually DO find a way to cope or utilize the way my brain works or god forbid crack a fucking joke about it people get mad at me. “see i knew it wasn’t a big deal” or “so you’re actually fine” or “that’s not funny” i am. so tired of it

and then i go online and see people saying that disorders like anxiety and depression have been destigmatized and we’re treated basically the same in neurotypical society. motherfucker i did not go undiagnosed for 17 years with several doctors telling me it “wasn’t anything to worry about” despite my family history and clear signs from a young age just to be told my disorder is respected. if i say my anxiety is a disability i get called dramatic and am told to stop taking attention away from people who need it- or not to call it a disability because “it’s not that bad” and i’m fine because clearly having a disability makes every second of your life miserable of course of course. hell anxiety is demonized too! not as badly as many other illnesses but it’s still demonized!!! if i tell people “hey i have anxiety so please be careful with xyz” they act like i just asked them to let me do anything i want without consequence. there’s literally a whole fucking stereotype of people using “anxiety” as an excuse to be lazy or an asshole or entitled. as someone whose anxiety manifests in depressive spirals (freeze response) and rejection sensitivity (doom spiraling) this is Not Great!!!!! like i am hypervigilant about enough things i do not need to add “will these people get mad if i explain how my brain works” to the list

and about the rejection sensitivity. i HATEEEEE when people judge me for crying because they’re upset at something i’ve done wrong. “mars if you’re in the wrong then you’re not the victim” who the fuck said i think i’m the victim???? i cry because my brain takes “can you pls stop doing this it genuinely bugs me” and turns it into “you’re a horrible person how could you do this to someone they hate you.” but just because that happens doesn’t mean i’m not capable of rational thought!!! i KNOW realistically that my friends are good communicators and share that stuff because they like my company. i just need to cry about it as well. that doesn’t negate my logic or say i won’t actually try to improve myself. i’m just upset that i made the mistake. obviously i’m gonna fix it. that one REALLY pisses me off esp when i warn someone in advance that i do that. like calm the fuck down i’m not even pointing out that i’m crying rn this isn’t about me stop making it about me.

ANYWAYS. it’s really frustrating to deal with this shit from nts and then go to an online nd space for community and hear people talk about anxiety disorders like we don’t face ableism. just because it’s quieter doesn’t mean it isn’t there. that AND the “it’s barely an issue” girlie i was told i wasn’t disabled enough by doctors my whole damn life i am NOT about to start hearing it from you too. you can drown in the ocean or a swimming pool or a puddle. doesn’t fucking matter. the hypocrisy irritates me so bad

#ask #ghost #marzirants #i am sick of being told i’m normal and then getting yelled at for being myself #if anyone is an ass on this post and doesn’t consider the context or nuance within i will kill :) #anywho thx ghost. that one’s been simmering for a but #a bit* whoopsies #once before i got dxed i was trying out a new therapist #and after an in-depth explanation of my fear around driving and the built up shame i had from still just having my permit #she told me to ‘just get in the car and drive’ #girl do you think i didn’t try that. my whole issue is that i can’t ‘just’ do it i was hoping we could work on the THREE MENTAL BLOCKS there #anyways i never went back to her. i still seethe a bit when i think abt it #anywho. sick and tired of being denied help and then chastised when i survive anyways #like yeah i’m alive. be a lot FUCKING better if you just gave me a hand though #but noooo because i’m not falling apart in front of you clearly i’m dramatic #tbf i have an incredibly high pain tolerance and have been an expert masker since i was a child #but still. not all disability is visible asshat. am i supposed to be able to function on my own or not why is there no right answer #anywho i’ve always felt a lot of connection to those with chronic fatigue #probs bc we both have deal with ‘it’s not that big a deal’ or ‘you’re being lazy/sensitive’ or ‘just suck it up’ #not to mention constant anxiety is EXHAUSTING. fight-or-flight takes up so much energy dude

[sanemislittledemon]

Wind and Water

Giyuu X plus size reader X Sanemi

Having two hashira lust over you? YES PLEASE

NSFW

It’s a normal day in the demon slayer corp, I’m coming back from a kakushi clean up this time it was the clean up of the carnage of a hashira and an upper rank, I’m told it was upper rank 4 or whatever. The two hashiras that were in the battle thankfully survived, I sigh ‘ because them two idiots survived that means they can keep bugging me ‘ hashiras Giyuu Tomioka and Sanemi Shinazugawa two men that I love dearly but they are pains in my ass too

For some reason those two hashira like someone like me, I was introduced to them by my childhood friend Tengen Uzui knowing the hashira was a pain for different reasons but that being said the two men have been all over me lately. ‘ I swear me being sent to help this clean up is some sick joke by the master ‘ I pout I love those men but there little competition they have for my love is getting up my nerves. I like the both of them, I don’t see what difference it makes Tengen has three wives for gods sake!

Thankfully it didn’t take us Kakushi long to clean up their mess and the two men weren’t seriously injured, hell Sanemi was raging the entire way back that he could’ve taken another one the block head, that men is only good for two things demon slaying and being loud I sigh but on the other one was quiet the entire time, stealing glances at me when he thought I wasn’t looking, Giyuu is a men of few words but is sweet and genuine I don’t know why the other hashira doesn’t like him plus I heard ( very relevantly ) from Tengen that the water hashira is packing. Blushing I think ‘ that man sticking his nose into business that isn’t his ‘ I finally made it back home after an all day job of cleaning their mess, I shut the door behind me and go to change out of my uniform my day is finished for now at least. I change into a flower kimono one of my favorites actually, it hugs my curves perfectly which I’m thankful for. I’m putting my uniform away when I hear a loud knock at my door “ HEY OPEN UP “ I hear a booming voice from the outside. I knew it I sigh

I open the door to a man with short white hair adorned with a bandage wrapped around it, uniform top unbuttoned to show of his wide pecs that are covered in deep scars some new and others old. Scars are covering most of his body, I would be lying if I said it wasn’t extremely attractive “ what do you want Sanemi ? “ I asked clearly flushed but doing my best to hide it the man in front of me grins and says “ what can’t I come visit you without a reason? “

“ Sanemi you need to go to see a doctor not me “ I sigh Sanemi flexes and replies “ did and I’m fine so is that damned Tomioka “ I look at him unimpressed before stepping aside and letting him in, making a mental note to kill Tengen for tell them where I live. I love these men but I just want somewhere safe from their fighting. Sanemi walks in with a smug expression, damn these hashira but I am one of the only ones that can put them in their place without actually doing anything I don’t know why, the insect hashira Shinobu Kocho calls it female rage I mentally shrug.

“ Sanemi why are you invading my house? “

The man turns back towards me his obsidian eyes looking right passed me and into my soul it makes me shudder “ why can’t I come see my gorgeous girl “Sanemi replied his eyes scanning the lines of my body making me blush “ I-I didn’t say that “ I said in a whisper. Sanemi slowly walks up to stand in front of me, leaning in and growling in my ear “ would you rather Tomioka were here? “He licks along my ear lobe “ you know I can please you better but you still keep him around “ I felt chills shoot up my spine at the promise in his voice. I felt a hard chest behind me and a calm but deadly voice saying “ what nonsense are you talking? “ I turn my head and come face to face with a rock hard chest and a half-half haori “ what the hell do you think you’re doing?! “ Sanemi yells right into my ear I might add. I try to wiggle my out of but they’ve caged me in then I felt hands on my plush hips, I’m not sure who’s they are but it’s making me flustered nonetheless

“ I came to see my girl “ Giyuu replies

I could see the anger radiating from the man in front of me while the man behind me was as calm as a stream. Gods I don’t want to die from being in the middle of their fighting “ Oi Tomioka who do you think you are?! “ Sanemi just kept getting closer, his chest now so close to mine that my breasts are pressed against him. Fuck I need to get out of here, these two meat heads are going to kill me but to my surprise nothing happens and I see fluffy black hair coming closer in the corner of my vision, Giyuus head is so close I can feel his breath on my skin. Giyuu then pulls completely away letting me out of the cage they had me in. I turn around to see the beautifully tragic man that was once behind me. Black hair in his signature low ponytail and his ocean blue eyes that are so serene that it calms me every time I look into them. He’s so gorgeous it’s almost painful but he always has that sad air to him, it makes me just want to comfort him.

“ I came to see if you would be interested in going to lunch with me “ he says with his calming voice that never fails to make me melt “ Oi Tomioka! I was here first “ Sanemi growls voice so rough it sends a shudder through my entire body. I sigh and reply “ I would like that Giyuu but only if Sanemi can come since he was here first “ I was half expecting to be shut down but to my surprise Giyuu nodded

The restaurant is ran by the demon slayer corps so it’s safe and luckily it isn’t far away from my house. Holding hands with TWO hashira is so embarrassing! I’m so embarrassed I think I’m going to die ! I wonder what those people are thinking? They are probably wondering how two hashira would be with someone like me. I know master Ubuyashiki gave his blessing but these stares are almost too much for me. I’m not insecure but seeing their judgmental faces makes me sweat, I hope they don’t feel it through my palms “ eetheart “ “ sweetheart “ Giyuus voice snaps me back to reality and I look upwards seeing a worried expression on his face “ are you okay? You’ve been zoned out for awhile now “

“ I’m fine Giyuu ! “ I say trying to control my thoughts as I pulled the two of them inside the restaurant. We were taken to a private room that’s reserved for hashira, of course I was put in the middle with Giyuu to my right and Sanemi to my left. Back feeling caged again between these two giants of muscle. When the waiter came Giyuu and I both ordered sake daikon while Sanemi ordered ohagi. Giyuu and I ate him a comfortable silence but I could feel Sanemis rage without even looking at the other man. It probably has something to do with Giyuus hand on my thigh, rubbing smoothing circles in the skin there. He’s obviously still worried but he’s not the type to show his emotions well unlike Sanemi who shows his emotions too much. As soon as he notices Giyuus hand Sanemi puts his chopsticks in his left hand and puts his right hand on my other thigh. I look over at him questioningly as he starts to try and eat with his left hand, I giggled it’s actually kind of cute “ the hell are you laughing at?! “ he barks shooting a scary look at me but I just smile at him and pat his head “ you’re so cute Sanemi “ I say but I immediately regret that because I feel a possessive squeeze on my other thigh oh no I forgot about Giyuu

I felt a strong hand grab my wrist and pull me from my right side and lips roughly met mine, shooting a cold glare at the other man. A look that I don’t have the pleasure of seeing often, he kept Sanemis eyes as he made a show of putting his tongue into my mouth. He licked my teeth before deepening the kiss, running his tongue over mine and rubbing all of my sweet spots that he knew so well. He finally pulled back, a string of saliva connecting our mouths. But before I could react Giyuu turns away and resumes eating, I’m so flustered I can’t think straight and before I collected my thoughts my face was grabbed and my lips were covered roughly with another pair of lips. Sanemi bites my lower lip then puts his tongue into my mouth, licking every inch of my mouth before taking my tongue into his mouth and sucking on it. What he was doing couldn’t even be called kissing. he’s usually rough but this is something else, it’s desperate. Thankfully he pulls away, shooting Giyuu a glare before going back to eating. My face is on fire right now, to do something like this in a restaurant but even so I can feel the slick between my thighs. I wiggle in my seat and I know they noticed I’m not sure I’ll survive tonight, I’m sorry Tengen your best friend isn’t going to make it.

They finish eating in silence the only disturbance being the hands on my thighs that are dangerously close to my heat. “ I’ll go settle the bill, you two go wait outside “ Giyuu says getting up and walking out. Sanemi stands up before stretching a hand out to me “ come on let’s go “ he helped me up and straightened my kimono for me before grabbing my hand and leading me outside. We waited outside the restaurant, Sanemi giving threats to anyone that even looked at us wrong “ Sanemi please stop “ I whisper to the man.

Without turning his head away from the crowd he looked at me out of the corner of his eye as he asked “ this was why you were upset when we first got here, right “ my eyes widened conforming what he already knew. Sanemi looked back the the crowd while he said to me in the calmest voice I’ve heard from him “ you shouldn’t worry about what they think, they aren’t worth it “ just then the door to the restaurant opened and Giyuu walks out as calm as ever but he looks at us immediately knowing something was wrong “ did something happened while I was gone “ I tense up at the his voice but Sanemi grabs my hand and pulls me along “ nothing “ is the only word he says to the other man. The three of us walked back in silence but I could still tell Giyuu was throwing me worried glances, we finally got back to my house and we went inside closing the door behind us. Before I got the chance to do anything Sanemi pulls me to his chest, he wrapped his arms around me pulling me as close as possible “ it’s okay baby “ he whispers in my ear.

“ what’s going on Shinazugawa? “ Giyuu asked with a hint of anger to his voice Sanemi looks up at the other man, covering my ears with his hands and says something I couldn’t hear. I look up at Sanemi with a confused face which causes him to gently push my head back down against his chest with him resting his chin on top of my head. I blushed deeply at my head being against his exposed scared chest, my body tenses and I couldn't stop my thighs from moving together. I know he feels it while he's having his conversation with Giyuu I feel Sanemis fingers teasing along the sensitive skin below my ears. it wasn't too much longer until he let go of my ears but he still kept my head to his chest " baby why were you moving like that? " Sanemi said with a smirk to his voice. my breath catches in my throat when I felt the man behind me press his chest into my back, I felt a hand moving slowly down my plush thigh squeezing it before forcing them apart. the hand moved to cup my mound, fingers rubbing against my soaked underwear " fuck baby, we haven't even touched you yet and you're already this wet? " Sanemi growled

a blush spread through me at his words, I leaned back against Giyuu as the other man worked my covered heat with his fingers.it wasn't long before I felt another pair of hands slowly removing my kimono and putting it somewhere I couldn't see. I quickly moved to cover my body from their view ' what the hell do you think you're doing? " Sanemi asks in an annoyed tone. " I-It's embarrassing! " I snap before he had the chance to respond I felt something being thrown over my shoulders when I looked down I saw Giyuus haori draped over me, it was big even on me. " the hell Tomioka? " Sanemi cursed Giyuu didn't reply to him and just helped me put my arms into his haori but he whispered in my ear " it looks good on you "

the fabric was big enough to cover my nipples so my breasts weren't completely exposed, Giyuu knew how embarrassed I was in that moment. Sanemi growled to draw my attention back to him before he reached down and picked me up into his arms " Sanemi! put me down, I'm too heavy! " I screamed at the scared man. he turned his head to give me a look of challenge " you think a hashira can't lift you? " he asks in a dark tone before walking to my bedroom, kicking the door open and setting me down on my futon. the man crouches down in front of me " I'm not like those other pussy lower rank demon slayers " he says with a bite to his voice. Giyuu appears behind him with his uniform unbuttoned his hard body on full display with his long black hair pulled out of his ponytail, he's so gorgeous I cant take my eyes off of him and the other hashira notices " eyes on me " Sanemi says voice low

my eyes snap to the other man but I get pushed down on the futon " fuck you've already got the bedding dirty" he says while licking his lips. I saw an idea flash before the mans eyes before he shoots Giyuu a look as the other man was sitting down beside him, Sanemi looks back to me as he says " first I want to watch you play with yourself for us " my eyes widen I can’t possibly do something so embarrassing in front of them but I felt Giyuus comforting fingers moving across my leg. " o-okay " is the only word I could muster before I slowly spread my thighs both men groan at the sight of the wet spot in my underwear. my hand trembles as I reach down to my mound where my clit is under the fabric, my fingers rub slowly over that spot, I let out a moan at the feeling. my clit is hard from how worked up I am and their gazes burning into me with every passing moment. I eyes flutter closed at the feeling building low in my stomach, but they shoot open again when I felt a tug on my underwear then a snap " fuck that's better " Sanemi says while he's pulling the fabric away. I look up to see their flushed faces staring at my wet heat, Giyuu moves down and starts leaving kisses on my knee while looking up into my eyes, a pleading look that one wouldn't expect from the water hashira.

I felt my heat throb at that look and I know they saw it too, I reach back down to my hard clit rubbing it slowly. I let out a loud moan at the feeling of touching my clit without a barrier, I could see their self-control break. Giyuu was the first to move going in between my legs, grabbing my hand to stop me then licking up my heat. my back arches and a moan is ripped from my throat at the feeling of his tongue " Giyuu! " I scream his name as I cum quicker than I ever have. That didn't stop him through as he wouldn't move away as I was trying to push his head away from my heat Sanemi grabbed my hands and pinned them to the futon and Giyuu kept my legs from closing his big hands gripping my plush thighs, squeezing the flesh so hard it might bruise in the morning. the dark haired man took my clit into his mouth and gave it a hard suck, making my back arch and tears to fall from my cheeks just for them to be licked up by the white haired man, clearly enjoying watching me cum for them.

" fuck baby, I'm so hard " Sanemi says while using the hand that isn't binding me to palm the bulge that was straining the front of his pants. he then unzips his pants and his cock springs out, his tip red and angry " you want a taste? " he askes as he gets to his knees beside my head, rubbing the tip over my mouth asking for entry. I slowly part my mouth and he wastes no time pushing it deep into my mouth with a low groan. he brings my hands to rest on his thighs has he leans forward and slowly thrusts into my mouth, its almost too much having my heat devoured and my mouth used like this but I didn't expect Giyuu to thrust two of his fingers into my heat ripping another orgasm from me. I choked on Sanemis cock causing him to groan and pull back for a second to let me breath before thrusting back in.

Giyuu knew my body and my weak spots too well, it didn't take long before his added a third finger and I tightened too much at the stretch. the man rubbed my thighs in an attempt to soothe me, he finally pulled back from my heat to gently kiss along my thighs as he pumped his fingers into me " it will feel better soon, my love" he reassured me. it didnt take long for the burn to subside and was replaced with pleasure, I started moaning around Sanemis cock " good girl " he groaned throwing his head back in pleasure while thrusting his hips into my mouth deeper " fuck I'm going to cum " he growls as Giyuu slides a forth finger into me making me moan loudly around Sanemis cock and that sends the man over the edge making him cum deep down my throat. he quickly pulls his cock out of my mouth, letting me swallow his cum " fuckkk " he moans moving to crush his lips to my swollen ones, forcing his tongue into my mouth and moaning at the taste of himself. I moan in disappointment when I felt Giyuus fingers leave my heat, the other man pulls back from my mouth " She ready Tomioka? " he asks Giyuus only reply was a nod then Sanemi is quickly grabbing me moving me until he's the one laying on the futon and I'm straddling his pelvis with Giyuu behind me cock pressed to my ass

My heart is pounding in my chest at the thought of what they are going to do but my thoughts were cut short when Sanemi grabs my hips and pushes his cock into me in one swift movement. His cock isn’t as long as Giyuus but it’s the thicker of the two, I throw my head back on Giyuus chest as I moan “ b-big “ Sanemi smirks as he says “ if you can’t take me how are you going to take both of us, baby “ my eyes widen “ you’ll break me I can’t possibly take both of you! “ I yell at them. The dark haired man soothes a hand over my thighs in apology while he whispers sweet nothings in my ear while he helps move me on the other mans cock preparing me for what they plan to do next. Sanemi groans underneath me “ fuck so tight baby “

Sanemi slams up into me hitting my sweet spot with every thrust, I’m losing my mind as pleasure takes over my body but that is short lived as the other man is pushing me over to lay on Sanemis chest as I feel a second cock probing at my heat, Giyuu leans forward mouth next to my ear " relax " he whispers before slowly pushing the tip into me. tears well in my eyes from the stretch, I felt a hand patting my head in an attempt to comfort me. I open my eyes to see the scared man laying below me panting and chest heaving but still trying to make sure I was okay. the man behind me stops when the head is fully settled inside giving me time to adjust, his hot breath in my ear and his hands squeezing my hips hard enough to bruise. " are you okay baby? " Giyuu asks before moving further

" y-yes " I reply the man squeezes my plush hips harder before moving his cock in slowly until his hips are against my ass. Sanemis eyes snapped shut tightly " so fucking tight " he groans then the man behind me lets out a whimper and I feel both of them twitch inside of me. They don’t move until they are sure I’m not in pain, I gave Sanemi a begging look. He is the first to move thrusting up into my heat making all three of us moan, the stretch is almost too much but the way Sanemis cock is curved he easily finds all of my sweet spots. A loud moan is ripped from my throat and my walls clinch tightly around their cocks as Sanemi hits my sweet spot particularly hard. The other man is panting behind me, slowly pulls out before slamming his cock back in hitting the deepest parts of me. Giyuu moans into my ear “ warm “ he pants 

I don’t get a moment to breathe when Sanemi pulls out, Giyuu is slamming his cock into me. Broken moans and begs feel the room “ p-please, it’s too much! “ and “ IM GOING TO BREAK” I scream at them as they keep their abusing pace. Sanemi huffs out a breathless laugh at me says “ but your pretty little hole is taking us so well “ he smirks up at me and grabs my waist before slamming my hips to mine.

Sanemis cock hitting hard against my sweet spot “ now take our cocks like the good little slut you are “ he groans out though clinched teeth. Giyuus releases my hips to start roaming up my body to my full breasts that are pressed against Sanemis scared chest pinching my hard nipples making my tighten around them “ I-I’M “ I start to say before a loud scream left my lips as my climax hit me, both men grunt at my walls squeezing around their cocks. “ that’s a good fucking girl, cumming on our cocks “ Sanemi moaned as he grabbed my hips harder and slamming me down on their cocks “ fuck baby I’m going to cum “ he says in a breathless voice but it was Giyuu that said “ take it “ as the both of them thrusted into me as their orgasms hit. Both cocks throbbing inside me making my heat quiver as I came for the second time around their cocks. The men rode out their orgasms making sure I took every bit of them.

We stayed like that for quite some time the three of us too fucked out to move. when I could open my eyes Sanemis face came into my view, his face flushed and sweat dripping from his scared body. Giyuu was the first to move he slowly pulled his cock out of me, making both Sanemi and I moan. he helped me off the other man’s cock before laying me next to the scared man on the futon. This is the first time seeing Giyuus fucked out expression, he’s so beautiful he has the uniform shirt unbuttoned and his sleeves pulled up showing off his hard sweat glistening body, his black hair stuck to his face. “ let me clean you up “ he says before turning and leaving the room

Sanemi wraps his arm around me pulling me to him “ are you hurt anywhere? “ he asks sounding concerned but I shook my head “ I’m fine Sanemi I liked it “ I say in response that made him smile before kissing the tip of my nose, making me giggle. The sound of the door opening gets our attention as Giyuu walks back into the room carrying a basin of water, he’s now fully clothed which is greatly to my disappointment the scared man laughed when he noticed my eyes change “ you still turned on baby? “ he asks with a touch of humor to his voice my face was bright red at his question “ Shut up Sanemi! “ I yell at the man

Giyuu crouches in front of me “ may I? “ he asks I nod for him to take care of me. He spreads my legs again, I cover my face with my arms at the embarrassment before I feel a warm cloth glide over my heat and thighs cleaning away the remnants of what we just did. a small moan leaves my throat when he accidentally brushes over my abused clit “ easy Tomioka! “ Sanemi barks but the other man doesn’t pay him any mind, he kisses my knee in a silent apology before he finishes cleaning me “ what about me Tomioka? “ Sanemi asks in a teasing tone

Giyuu stands up and replies “ do it yourself “ before taking the water to dispose of leaving Sanemi and I alone again. The man looks over to me petting my cheek with his hand “ you’re so beautiful and I’ll end anyone that thinks otherwise “ he promises Giyuu comes back before I get the chance to respond walking in and laying beside me on the futon “ rest my love “ he says to me stoking my hair while Sanemi kisses around my plumb cheeks. I love these men and now I know that they love me too. I give a silent thanks to Tengen before closing my eyes and letting sleep take me. 

#chubby reader #x chubby reader #demon slayer #kny #sanemi x reader #giyuu x reader #kny sanemi #kny giyuu

[nwjn-z]

Hello~ could I request Stan knocking on reader’s window in the middle of the night sad bc Randy’s being… Randy? So they go out to Stark’s Pond and sit on the bench while he rants and they drink n stargaze n stuff?

Late night confessions — feat. Stan Marsh x reader

warning(s): yelling, drinking, swearing

author’s note: OMG ANON IM SO SORRY I DIDNT UPLOAD THIS SOONER IVE BEEN REALLY BUSY, here you go tho i know it’s late asf but i hope you like it😞

It was 2:34 am, and the quite mountain town of South Park was in a peaceful slumber, but the Marsh household was anything but quite and peaceful.

“ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS DRINK AND MOPE IN YOUR ROOM ALL DAY INSTEAD OF HELPING YOUR FAMILY!” Randy seethes to his son.

“HELPING YOU WITH YOUR STUPID FUCKING WEED FARM ISNT HELPING THE FAMILY YOU DICK!” Stan spits back.

“You know what Stan? I am so sick and tired of your shit. You don’t do jack shit all day, you never want to help out with the family business, and when you do decide to help you always fuck up. You are going to get no where in life with this kind of attitude Stanley.”

All it took to push Stan over the edge was bringing up his future. Ever since starting high school, Stan biggest anxiety was what he was going to do with his life. The fear of ending up a “waste of space” kept him up at night.

“Seriously fuck you dad.” Stan sniffles as he storms out the house, wanting to be anywhere but “home”.

Stan gets in his car and makes his way to town with only his phone and wallet. He needed comfort right now. He needed to go somewhere that was familiar, somewhere that he felt safe at.

Stark’s Pond was special to Stan. Growing up it was his favourite place to be, where he hung out with his friends, where he had his first kiss, and where he had his few good memories with his dad.

But he didn’t want to be alone right now, he wanted to be with someone he could talk to, who would understand him, who could make him forget all about his problems, who could make him feel good no matter what, he needed you.

You were up late for no particular reason. It was summer so you were off your normal schedule. You mindlessly scrolled through your phone while the rest of your family was fast asleep.

When Stan made his way to your house he began to climb up on to your balcony. When he managed to do so he couldn’t help but stare at you through the space in between your curtains.

He saw you laying on your stomach swinging your legs back and fourth and holding a pillow to rest your head on while you where preoccupied with your phone.

You where so beautiful to him. You always had been since the day you two met. He loved your hair, your eyes, the way you talked, how you were always to quite yet kind, the way you made him feel so weak. He loved it all, he couldn’t get enough of you. He wanted nothing more than to make you his.

He continued to stare, looking longingly at you with hearts in his eyes until you noticed him staring and freaked out. He saw you jump and threw your pillow at your window before you realised it was him. You cursed him under your breath while you opened the curtain to open the window for him.

“You scared the shit out of me.” You told him,

“I’m sorry I just got distracted.” he replied.

“What are you doing here, it’s almost 3 o’clock!” You said,

“I know im sorry, I just really need someone to talk to I just had a huge fight with my dad and I don’t know where else to go.” He says as his mind rushes thinking back to the fight as he tries to hold back tears.

“Hey hey it’s okay I’m sorry, we talk if you want I’m here for you.” You say sincerely.

Hearing your sweet voice speak to him so gently after being yelled at and berated makes him break his composure and hot tears stream down his face.

You immediately pull him into you and caress the back of his head as he buries his face into your neck, holding on to your waist for dear life.

After some time he reluctantly pulls away and wipes his face.

“I came over to ask if you want to go to Stark’s Pond with me.” He mutters as he tries to compose himself.

“Let me get my jacket.” Is all you say in response wasting no time getting your jacket.

“We’re gonna have to leave through my window, I don’t want to wake my parents.” You say zipping up your jacket

“Okay” he says meekly.

You both make your way out your window with Stan helping you get down. You get into Stan’s car and he begins to drive.

As you make your way to Stark’s Pond, you can’t help but stare at him while he drives. He has one hand on the bottom of the stirring wheel and the other hand on the gear shift. His hands are rough from years of sports and roughhousing outside, yet whenever you felt them they were so soft.

Your daydreaming was cut short when he came to a stop and you realised you weren’t at Stark’s Pond.

“I’m gonna grab drinks real quick, you want anything?” he asked

“I’ll just have whatever you are having, even though you shouldn’t be drinking.” you say in disapproval of his habit

“Yeah I know but I kinda need it right now.” he responds somewhat bashfully.

“I guess” you say.

As you sit in the car waiting for him you start to wonder why he came to you. I mean you guys are close friends but you thought that him and Kyle were closer, that he would go to his childhood best friend for things like this. Right?

You aren’t left with your thoughts for long as Stan quickly makes his way out the store and back into the car.

He gets back into the car and after a couple of seconds he starts to drive again.

The convenient store wasn’t far from Stark’s Pond so you arrived fairly quickly.

“We’re here” Stan announces

You simply reply with a hum in acknowledgment and make your way out the car with him.

You sit down and he hands you a drink before cracking open his. You two sit in silence drinking until your thoughts from sitting in the convenient store parking lot make their way back into your head.

“Hey, why did you want to hang out with me of all people?” you say still leaning your head back staring at stars

“What?” He asks, almost dumbfounded

“I mean like why not Kyle or Wendy even, they’ve known you longer and probably better than I do so I just thought you would go to one of them for something like this.” you tell him honestly

“Do you not want me to come to you?” He asks, worry written all his face and voice.

“WHAT!? NO! I mean i just thought that like, you would think I wouldn’t be any help you know?”

“Nah dude that’s bullshit, besides why would I go to my ex about my problems.” he chuckles lightheartedly

“I don’t know I thought she would get you I guess.” you say as he shakes his head “no”.

“Oh well what about Kyle then, surely he’d be your first responder or something.”

“Kyle doesn’t know shit about me at this point, anytime I try and talk to him about the things I go through he just doesn’t get it.” he responds truthfully

“We’re still best friends and all but, he just doesn’t understand why I can’t just “get over it” you know? It gets really fucking frustrating.”

You take a minute to process what he said but before you can say anything he begins to speak again,

“You aren’t like that though. You’re always so nice and never make me feel stupid or crazy for feeling the way that I do.”

His words flustered you. Only you made him feel comfortable and safe? You felt your heart clench at the thought. Without thinking you put your hand over his and finally look over at him,

“I’m glad I can be that person for you.” You say sincerely with a smile on your face

And just like that Stan just couldn’t take it anymore. You were truly the most amazing person he has ever known. You’re sweet, kind, and genuine soul made his heart swell and his face smile. He couldn’t hold back the words that left his mouth in that moment,

“I’m so in love with you.” He says with hearts basically in his eyes.

“What!?” You respond eyes wide and face flushed

“WHAT?!” he yelps, “OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY I DIDNT MEAN IT LIKE THAT I MEAN I DID BUT NOT IF YOU DONT WANT ME TO AAAHH IM SORRY JUST FORGET I EVER SAID ANYTHI-“

“I like you too, well love.” you say honestly having waited for this moment for what felt like an eternity,

“Wait what?Really!?” Stan says, dumbfounded but simultaneously feeling his heart burst with joy

“Yeah dude” you respond with a lighthearted laugh, but before you could say anything else you felt the slight wetness of his lips on yours, relishing in the feeling you close your eyes and lean in, completely melting in his touch.

“You love me?” he asks smiling, wanting nothing more than to hear you say those three words over and over until he can’t hear anymore,

“I love you.” you say, more than happy to repeat that phrase till your voice gives out.

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[justmeinadaze]

Pushing the Barrier Part 3 (Eddie X Reader) 

A/N: Like you guys I am extremely invested in their story. My brain has been all over the place so please excuse any grammatical errors. Holiday seasons are always harder for me. I love you guys and your thoughts on this story. I read them all <3

Warnings: I don't want reveal too much and spoil things but still got stripper Eddie here. He does talk and break down in great detail his trauma and the things he deals with. :(. Word Count: 3967

You slipped out of his apartment early in the morning while Eddie was still sleeping. You couldn’t sleep at all. The entire cab ride to your apartment you thought about last night. Everything about Eddie and the way he made you feel was amazing. That look in his eyes and the tone in his voice though remained front and center in your brain. 

“I’m waiting for you.”

No matter what, you would end up hurting him. Hell, you were hurting him now. You were married to someone else. Your last name was someone elses. You did not belong to Eddie. Yes, your husband was an asshole but he was a good man once, right? Why else did you marry him?

“Excuse me, can you take me here instead please?”

You gave the cab driver the address as he swiveled around. 

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When you walk into your husband’s office, his head is buried in paperwork. His eyes flick up towards you as you enter but he doesn’t move to greet you. 

“Must have had a good time last night. You didn’t come home.”

“I stayed with a friend.” He answered with a sarcastic hm. “What did you expect? You yelled at me and said I looked like a whore.” Your husband exhaled as he leaned back in his gigantic chair. “Honestly, I’m surprised you even noticed I didn’t come home. You’re never there.”

“Here we go again. Look—”

You raise your hand to silence him. “Please. I… I’m your wife. I miss you, honey. Don’t you miss me when you’re here?” His eyes softened as he watched you speak. “Do you remember our first date? We stayed out all night walking around the city and just talked till the sun came up.” You both chuckle at the memory. “I miss that. I miss how we used to be. I’m so sick of being alone.”

You husband rose and walked to your side of his desk, leaning down on his knees to get to your level. “I miss you to, baby. I know I’ve been really busy here. I’m trying to make it to where soon I won’t have to work so hard. I promise I’ll do better, sweetheart.” 

Eddie flashed in your head at the name and you tried to shake the image. You craned your neck, planting your lips on his. “Ok, I trust you. I love you.”

“I love you to, baby.”

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“Hello?” You answer the phone and are surprised when Mira’s lyrical voice comes through. 

“Hey mama. It’s been a couple of weeks since you’ve come by. Is everything ok?”

“Yes? Do you do this check up with everyone who stops showing up?” You try to keep your voice low so your husband doesn’t wonder who you’re talking to. It was a Saturday and to your surprise he was actually trying to make good on his promise. You two had been watching television when the phone rang. 

“No, baby. I actually have a favor to ask. Can you come by and see Eddie?”

Your heart dropped to your stomach. “Wha…I…um…”

“I don’t ask questions. I told you; we pride ourselves on privacy so I don’t know what happened between you two but since you stopped showing up his entire attitude has changed. He’s a lot more feisty than normal. I actually had to give out a refund for a client experience and send him home the other day. He’s a good man but if this keeps up I may have to fire him.”

“No! Mira, don’t do that.”

“He’s working a short shift today. I don’t have anyone booked for him and I won’t even charge you for this little counseling session. Just please, get his mind right.”

You sigh as you hang up the phone. 

“Who was that?”, your husband asks as you head back towards him. 

“One of my friends needing a pick me up. Her boyfriend broke up with her.”

“Oh no. Well, baby, you should go check on her. Bring some of the hard stuff.”, he points toward your liquor cabinet. 

You climb into his lap and kiss him on the forehead making him chuckle. “I’ll be right back.”

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You feel extremely nervous as you open the door to Eddie’s room. When your eyes land on him your heart breaks in half. While he still looks handsome in his jeans and Metallica shirt, his eyes look worn as if he hasn’t slept in days. His head was leaning against his fingers as they pressed into his temple. He stared into his own reflection angrily. 

“Hey Eddie.”

His eyes widened as he quickly got to his feet and marched toward the glass in front of him. 

“Turn this fucking thing off NOW.” When you don’t respond or do what he asks he slams his palm into the glass causing you to jump. “You snuck out of my apartment. No note or anyway to reach you. You disappear for two weeks. I think I earned the right to see your face. Unless you’re too much of a fucking coward.”

He laughs to himself as he sits back down. “God damn, Sweetheart. What the fuck was I thinking? I guess we both had each other pegged wrong, huh? I thought you were different but, nope, you’re just like everyone else. I’m surprised you didn’t leave some money on my nightstand before you left.”

“Eddie, please. That’s not what this was.”

“Then what was it!?”

“I really do care about you but I owe it to the man I married to try.”

“Y/N, what the fuck are you talking about? He doesn’t give a fuck about you. With everything you’ve told me what makes you think this time is going to be any different?!”

“Eddie, you don’t know me or my relationship! He was a good man once and he really has been trying.”

“Oh yeah? Then why are you back here with me?”

“Because Mira told me that she was going to fire you if you didn’t get your shit together!”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Eddie, you can’t afford to lose this job.”

His eyes angrily turned towards the front of the cube. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to pretend like you care about my well-being. Just get the fuck out of here and go back to your ‘blissful’ marriage.”

You flick the switch, turning off the two-way mirror and meet his fury filled stare. “I’m doing this because I care, Eddie.”

“Naw, baby. You’re doing this because you care about you. I should have known better. Selfish just like everyone else who enters my life.”

“I don’t want you to wait for me.” His head turns abruptly at your words. “I can’t have you waiting for me. It’s not fair to you.” You hug your arms around you. “You deserve to be with someone who puts you first.”

“So do you…” He sighs before you notice his eyes light up with an idea. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.”

“Can you grab Mira for me?”

Without question you leave the room, grabbing Mira, and bringing her to Eddie. You wait outside in the hallway as the talk. After a few minutes she exits, smiling. 

“Man is crafty; I’ll give him that. This way my dear.” She takes your hand in hers and leads you towards the back of the building but instead of going out the back door, you two pass it looping around to another hallway. Mira digs in her pocket for a set of keys and opens the door in front of her gesturing you inside. “If at any point you feel uncomfortable, you can just open the door and leave. It’s only locked to keep people out, not in.”

When you step inside the lights above you automatically turn on. You glance around taking note of the familiar throne chair and the guitar leaning next to it. Taking a seat, you look in front of you and are met with only your reflection. 

“It’s a bit odd at first, I know.” You glance above you at the sound of Eddie’s voice. “I have to admit, I’ve never been on this side before. It’s kind of empowering.” You smile softly as you stand up and move towards the front of the glass. 

“I thought maybe it might help a bit to put you in my shoes. In the corner there is my jacket. You can put it on if you want to.”

You do put on his leather jacket, inhaling the smell of his cologne. 

“Go ahead, Princess. Take a seat.” Doing as he asks, you sit in the throne again, gazing at your image in the mirror. “Now, picture this. You’re a 20 something year old man from a small town in Indiana. You left your friends and uncle, the only family you care about, behind to move to New York to make something of yourself.”

“What about my parents? Where are they?”

His silence is tearing you apart. You would give anything to just be able to see his face. 

“Your parents don’t talk to you anymore. Your dad is an abusive dickhead who’s in prison for pretty much the rest of his life and your mom surrendered you over to your uncle when you were a kid because she didn’t want to deal with you.”

A tear escaped your eye and you quickly wiped it away. You suddenly hear a soft knock on the glass in front of you and your eyes move towards the sound. 

“You’d been struggling to make ends meet so you do some research and find Mira’s place here. You start doing this gig for strangers and 98% of them you can’t see. Some of them are extremely dirty.” His tone changes to much more gruff, authoritative one. “Take off your pants.”

You look up at the glass, your eyes searching frantically for him. Eddie’s voice comes through a bit more sternly. “I said take off your pants.” You do as your told, rising off the chair and pushing off your jeans, kicking them to the side. 

“Good girl. Keep the shirt and jacket on. You look fucking sexy like that.” You felt your pussy start to drip at his words but something still felt off. It wasn’t the Eddie you had come to know. He wasn’t in front of you with that soft voice, telling you how beautiful you are. This really felt like someone else behind a window that only wanted one thing. 

“Spread your legs open. Atta girl. Move your panties to the side so I can see that pretty cunt.” You did as he asked as his heavy breathing echoed into the cube

“Eddie, please tell me what you’re doing over there.”

“Oh no, Princess. You don’t get to ask me questions. I tell you what to do. Come here, babe. Crawl to the front on your hands and knees for me.” You hear the sound of his grunts as you move towards him. You place your palm against the glass and you can’t see it but he does the same. 

A string of expletives including words like “slut” and “whore” leave his mouth as he pants. You suddenly hear his breathing slow and then nothing but silence. 

You feel yourself start to panic. “Eddie?” You smack the glass. “Eddie, are you still there?!”

“Now, imagine,” you breathe a sigh of relief as he continues in his soft Eddie tone. “One night, this beautiful voice comes through. She just wants to talk to you about things. Mostly about how her husband abandons her at night to fall asleep alone. Sometimes he doesn’t come home and one night when she was feeling particularly beautiful, he told her she looked a whore.”

You feel the anger slowly rise into your chest as your bottom lip begins to tremble. He knocks again a little further to your left so you shuffle towards it, knocking back. 

“This beautiful voice finally allows you to see her face, taste her lips, feel her body. She falls asleep in your bed but then the next morning you wake up and she’s gone. You could try calling her but you don’t have her phone number and Mira won’t give it to you because ‘we pride ourselves on privacy’,” he mimics her voice. “You can’t go to her apartment because you don’t know where she lives. The only place you’ve ever seen her is in there,” Eddie points to the glass, “and at a restaurant. Every day for the next two weeks you check in that restaurant thinking she may show up but she doesn’t. You play your gig at the bar she saw you at praying she may show up looking for you but nope.”

“You sit in that glass confinement for two…weeks… waiting,” Eddie flips the switch and his upset eyes meet your sad ones. “Then she finally shows up and says she owes it to her husband to try because she cares about you.” He tilts his head, watching your face.

“Eddie, I’m… I’m so sorry.”

“Why do you stay with him?”

You shrug as the tears start to fall. “He’s my husband. I—”

“Don’t say that again. Don’t say you owe him. You owe him shit especially with how he treats you. Do you honestly believe he’ll change? You need to leave him.”

 “Would you?! What if the tables were turned?” You stand up and tower over him. “What if I told you this bothered me? You being naked and jacking off in front of people made me angry? What if I said I couldn’t be with someone who does something like this? What if I said ‘Eddie, it’s me or this’? What would you do?” Eddie glares up at you as you yell through the glass and you don’t even wait for an answer. 

“Yeah. That’s what I fucking thought. So don’t you dare stand there and tell me what to do with my life!” You watch was he turns with clenched fists and exits the room slamming the door. “Oh, that’s nice. AND I’M THE FUCKING COWARD!” You scream after him as you repeatedly slam the barrier in front of you.

The door behinds you suddenly opens as Eddie flies through it until he’s in front of you. His hand reaches out to grip your chin, making you look directly at him. 

“I would choose you. I would choose you every fucking time. No questions asked.” His hand released you but his body remained where it was. “If you want to go play house with your husband go ahead. That’s not going to stop me from waiting for you.”

Your jaw tightens as you swallow and Eddie sees it. “Oh yeah? And how many girls have you said that to? How many times have you sat in here and said something that to someone you’re attracted to?”

His face visibly flinches as his chest rises and falls heavily.

“I’m not going to stand here and pretend like I’ve never found other women I’ve seen in here attractive. The ones that have actually allowed me to see them. You, Y/N, are the only person I’ve actually ran after when they walked out of this room. You are the only woman ever since I moved here that I’ve invited to see me play with my band. YOU are the only person on this fucking planet that I would stick around for even though I know I’m her second choice.”

“Eddie, fuck! It’s things like that. You deserve better than being someone ‘second choice’.”

“And so do you. Look, whether it’s work or…something else that man is always putting you second. No matter how you choose to defend it.”

Eddie reaches his hand out to gently caress your cheek with his thumb. “Y/N, you were just gone.”, his voice comes out barely above a whisper. You tackled your arms around his waist and his arms came down around you, pressing you against him. “If you want to try with your husband, I respect that. I don’t agree with it but I respect it. Just… please don’t disappear again.”

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You left Eddie that day with a mutual agreement of remaining friends. You even exchanged phone numbers with him and on days you were home alone you called him, telling him about your day and vice versa. 

One day you invited him to your school to have lunch with you. Eddie marveled at you from outside your classroom door. You looked so cute sitting on your desk swinging your legs as you talked to the glass. When you glanced towards the door and saw him, you eagerly waived him in. 

“Who’s that?” a girl near the front row giggled as he came in.

“Guys, this is my friend Eddie. Eddie, these are my pain in the butt freshman.” They laughed at you as he gave them a small wave. “Go ahead and sit down. The periods almost over.”, you whisper to him. 

You continue with your lesson on the book in your hand and after a few minutes a bell chimes. “Please, for the love of God, keep up with your reading. On Monday, we’re going to talk about your next project, okay?! Have a good weekend!”

You smile as they murmur goodbyes before speeding out of the room. 

“You good at this stuff.” Eddie grins as he grabs the book from your hands. You take the food out of the bag he brought, crossing your legs on your desk as you dig in. “The Great Gatsby. Did we have to read this in school?”

“Well, I’m not sure about Indiana but here it is part of their freshman curriculum. Have you read it?”, Eddie shakes his head as he places the book on the desk. “It’s about a man named Gatsby who loves a woman named Daisy. She’s married to this rich aristocrat guy so Gatsby spends his life trying to become rich enough for her. Her cousin moves in next door to him so he uses him to his advantage.”

“Oof. Sounds complicated as hell.” He laughs as he starts eating his own food. “Tell me more. I like hearing you talk about it.” You flash him a questioning look. “The way you talk about the material, you get more animated. If I was their age and you were my teacher, I may actually have read the book.” Eddie smiles as you laugh at him. “What happens in the end?”

“It doesn’t end happily. Long story short, Daisy stays with her husband and Gatsby dies.”

You both avoid eye contact as you pick at your plate. “So, um, how’s work been? Better?”

Eddie chuckles. “Mira didn’t fire me if that’s what you’re asking. Yeah, everything’s gone back to normal, I guess. What about your husband? Still being good?”

You scrunch your nose at his word choice. “Yeah. I mean, there have been a few nights he’s stayed late at work but it’s not as bad as before. He actually took me out to this really nice restaurant the other night.” You dare to sneak a peek at him as you talk. Eddie continues looking down at his food, nodding his head. 

Reaching towards him, you tenderly place your hand on his arm. “Thank you.”

He gently grazes your fingers with his own, almost as if he’s afraid to touch you too much. “Not a problem, Princess.”

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“Honey, you alright?” Your husband taps your arm. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry I just zoned out for a bit.” You laugh at yourself as you shake your head. 

The phone on the wall rings and he leans back to answer it. His eyes flick towards you before he makes a small mhmm noise and pulls the phone from his lips. “It’s my boss. I’m going to take it in the other room. Would you mind hanging this one up for me?”

“Yeah sure.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.” He doesn’t see your face cringe at the name as he kisses your forehead before jogging down the hallway. “Ok! I got it!”

“Ok!” You don’t know what possessed you in that moment but instead of hanging up the phone, you put it up to your ear covering the mouthpiece with your hand. 

“I can’t, baby. Not tonight. I already told you. I’m on thin ice with my wife.”

“Don’t you baby me. I thought you said you loved me!”

“I do, Sarah. I do but—”

“But you love her more!”

*sigh* “Look, don’t move, okay? I’ll be right there.”

You hang up the phone and thirty seconds later your husband rounds the corner. “Honey, I’m so sorry. They need me to come down for a few hours to work on this project. I shouldn’t be there to long.”

You stare at him with wide eyes as your brain runs a mile a minute. “You should go. Definitely don’t want to keep your boss waiting.”

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The moment Eddie opens his front door your lips are on his as you jump into his arms.

“Whoa! Sweetheart…hang on…a minute.” He barely gets the words out as you keep trying to keep his mouth on yours. “Please…Jesus H. Christ.” 

He somehow manages to tear you off him, placing your feet on the floor. Eddie’s long fingers brush your hair back and out of your eyes. They were extremely worn and heavy from crying. The whiskey on your breath hung around you like a storm cloud. “What happened, Princess?”

You reach towards him attempting to run your hands along his bare chest but he catches them in midair to hold them in his own. “Talk later. Fuck me now.”

“Okay, that would be the alcohol.” You swayed drunkenly in his grasp. Rolling your eyes, you pull away from him and throw yourself down on his bed. You reach for him with little grabby hands. “I’ll make you deal. You take a nap and then when you wake up, we’ll revisit this conversation, ok?

You giggle, nodding your head as your heavy eyelids start to droop. Eddie sits on the edge of his mattress beside you, delicately removing your shoes and socks. “I’m going to take off your pants to make you more comfortable, ok? This is not a sexy invitation.” He smiles and you nod again.

After he completes his task, he maneuvers your body so you’re under the covers. “Should I call your husband and let him know you’re here? I can say your friend is with you and I’m her boyfriend or something.”

With your eyes still closed, you scoff as you turn your head towards the sound of his voice. “Fuck him. He won’t even be home. He’s with Sarah.” You giggle but Eddie notices your bottom lip shake as your voice cracks. 

He blinks into the void as his mind pieces together the little information he has in front of him. “Oh Princess. I’m so sorry.”

You were silent so he assumed you had fallen asleep. He rose with the intention of sleeping on the couch when your hand flew out in his direction. “Eddie… please don’t leave me.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll just be on the couch right over there.”

You shook your head, pulling at his arm. “Please. I’ll fucking break the glass if I have to.”

It took him a moment to understand what your drunk mind was trying to convey. “Y/N, there’s no glass here.” Eddie crawls into the bed beside you and you immediately press your small frame to his side as your head falls to his chest. He reaches for your hands and intertwines his fingers with yours. “No barrier. I’m right here, Sweetheart. I’ll be right next to you when you wake up.” ###################

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[cybercupidwrites]

He makes me laugh (part 2)

Pairings: Jess Mariano x Fem! Reader

Warnings: language, pregnant teen reader, insecurities, not proofread!

Words: 1826

Author’s Note: Hi friends! I’m sorry i’m so sorry to only get chaper two out to you now, i really truly am. My family and I went on a impromptu, spontaneous vacation, so i have been absent and haven’t been able to find time to write, this chapter isn’t the best but i wanted to get it out to you guys already! Thank you for being understanding and enjoy! P.s there will be a author’s note again at the end of the chapter. It is IMPORTANT that you read it after you’ve read this chapter, please and thank you!

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Previously....

"What are you actually doing here, Y/n? You work on Saturdays, why aren't you in New York?" You shrugged your shoulders, "I quit." You said curtly. He furrowed his brows but didn't press on the matter. You sat in silence watching the moon's reflection in the water below you. You thought you'd feel nauseous in the moment but you weren't.

"Hey Jess?" You called out to him. "Yeah Y/n," he replied still looking at the water below. You could feel your heartbeat quicken, and your hands start to tremble. "I'm pregnant." You said before you could psyche yourself out of saying it. You looked over to Jess whose eyebrows were raised astronomically high, he looked at you with wide eyes. You didn't say anything else. His face softened as he took in this new information "oh."

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"You hungry?" Jess asks as you guys make your way back into the town. It's the first thing he'd said since your conversation at the bridge. You'd been walking back in awkward silence, until now. You know nothing should be open around this time , but you nod anyway. He nods back in acknowledgment, yet doesn't say anything more. Instead, Jess puts his hands in his front pockets and his shoulders visibly tense up, "how long are you here for?" You can't help but feel a need to relieve some of the tension that has built up between you.

"Why? You sick of me already Maraschino?" You smile at him and let out a small laugh. Jess can't help but relax and smile at the sight of you. "No, no, just wondering," he states, "I think I'm staying actually," even though you'd already came to the conclusion that you were staying back in New York, now that you were in Stars Hallow you weren't so confident in your decision. You wanted to stay, but what if Jess didn't want you to stay? You can't just demand that he stay with you. Before you can put any thought into it you find yourself asking if he'd like for you to stay. It comes out like a whisper, and you wonder if he'd even heard you. You start to feel nauseous, but Jess, he reaches his hand out for yours and entangles your fingers together, "Yeah, I do."

You released a breath, you didn't know was caught in your throat. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, or maybe it was pent up tension, but you really felt the urge to cry, too. You let out a shaky breath as Jess pulls you in close. You wrap your arms around his body, and he squeezes your shoulders in reassurance. "Luke's going to have a hard time digesting this, just so you know." You nod your head and let out a breathy chuckle.

You tell Jess, that Luke didn't need to know right away, it was night time and he'd probably be tired, and you both needed to think about how to tell him. It would be right to tell him properly, and not when he's tired.

To be fair, you and Jess didn't know how Luke was going to react. But you'd thought he'd at least start yelling, or express his feelings, but this, this was weird. When you told Luke that you were pregnant, his jaw dropped, then for a split second he looked like he was going to say something but didn't. Instead he'd grabbed his coat and walked right out the diner. Were people supposed to react like that? That's not normal, Right? Jess had actually been left speechless, no, actually, BOTH of you were left speechless. How were you supposed to know what Luke was thinking? It was starting to scare you. What did this mean??

Jess thought it'd be best to wait for Luke in the upstairs apartment, in case he came back deciding he did want to yell. You were both sitting on the couch, waiting for what felt like an hour, when you decide to break the silence.

"So...Maybe we should talk about this? I know we talked at the bridge, but now that we're more composed and well-rested, we can talk?" You say, bringing your legs on the couch and turning toward him. You realize you'll probably be doing most of the talking, since Jess isn't the most talkative in the relationship. He agrees with you and proceeds to let you speak. "First and most importantly, I feel stupid for asking this but I need to know. How do you feel about us? I know you said you'd help with the baby, and you know be around, but do you still want to be with me?" Somewhere in between asking him this you tilted your head down, not really wanting to see his reaction to you question. "Are you kidding? Of course I want to be with you, I do." He brings his hands to your cheeks and gently lifts your face up to see him, "I will always want to be with you, no doubt about that. You're the only one who can deal with me. You're the only person I like in this place." You can't help but smile brightly at him and lean in to kiss him. He doesn't hesitate to kiss you back, once he pulls away his eyes immediately locked on yours, "Don't feel stupid for asking the question, or embarrassed, its important to know this before we continue talking about this." You nod and pull him into your embrace, muttering a quick thank you, you continue on with your conversation.

By the time Luke comes back, you and Jess are deep in conversation that you don't hear the door open, but you DO hear the door slam shut. It makes the both of you jump out of your seat. You both wait for Luke to say something but he doesn't, he stands awkwardly in front of the both of you and you realize either you or Jess will have to get this going. "I don't mean to be rude, but It'd be nice to get this conversation over with before I go into labor," Luke nods and pulls a chair from the table into front of the couch before motioning you to sit.

"Look, Y/n, I'm sure you're a nice, smart girl, but there is not room in this apartment for three of us, I don't know how long you will be staying, but I'm guessing this isn't a temporary stay. I don't know you, other than the little bit of what Jess has told me, but I know Jess and well I don't know if i can trust the two of you together. Good news though, my friend, Lorelai, offered to let you stay with her until we figure this out more." You're relieved that he didn't yell and kept it very calm, and can understand why he doesn't trust you, yet, but you also don't know him and it was weird he offered you up to this random lady, you didn't know, except for what Jess has briefly told you over the phone. "Okay um here's the thing Luke, or Mr. Danes, well actually which do you prefer?" You feel the need to ask for clarity seeing as you did barge in and announced your pregnancy, you figured you could at least refer to him as whatever he'd like, "Luke is fine," You nod your head in confirmation and continue on with what you were going to say before. "Here's the thing, Luke, while I can understand why you don't trust me, I just don't feel comfortable staying with Lorelai, I don't know her, I know of her, just like how you knew of me, but I don't know her so it wouldn't make me feel very uh great intruding on her life like that. I hope you can understand." He nods and seems to mull this over in his head, "doesn't Lorelai run an inn? I'm sure Y/n feel much more comfortable staying there instead," Jess chips in before looking over at you for some sign of approval, you nod and smile, "Definitely, it doesn't have to be for free either, I think this would be easier for me, until i get settled." Luke is nodding along with you and mutters a quick yeah before extending an invitation to dinner with Lorelai later that night, you agree and wait for Luke to bring something else up. "I'm not mad, a little disappointed, Jess you should've known better, but i want you guys to know that i am here for whatever reason you might need me. I assume you've talked about other things with each other and I mean I don't want to lecture either of you on this, I'm sure you're being hard on yourselves too, so just make smarter choices from here on out, deal?" Both you and Jess nod. Luke says a quick goodbye then turns to go downstairs.

You and Jess both relax and get comfortable on the couch, this time with Jess' head in your lap reading his book as you playing with his hair and listen to him speak intently. You end up falling fast asleep and only wake up later due to Jess shaking you awake letting you know that you'd be leaving for dinner soon. You thank him for waking you up and look in your bag for clothes before going to the bathroom to change. You had chosen your favorite shirt and jeans to wear, but immediately noticed the shirt felt tighter, then when you'd last worn it. No one could actually see that the shirt was tighter of course, but you knew, and knowing it was because you were getting bigger made you scared. You could've been better prepared if you had known you were pregnant sooner and hoped that even though you'd lost three months of planning, due to obliviousness, that you'd be able to plan everything out efficiently in the months to come.

Meeting with Lorelai was great and you instantly adored her. You learned she'd also gotten pregnant around your age, that she was a maid for the Inn she runs now. And you'd know exactly who to turn to when you'd start getting cravings. Meeting Rory on the other hand was very different than meeting her mother. You instantly felt a pang of jealousy when Jess and Rory greeted each other. You couldn't help but wonder if something was going on between the two before you'd come from New York. She was beautiful and seemed to have a to in common with Jess. You hated that you were thinking this way but at the same time what if he'd move on from you to her. You were breaking your own heart with different scenarios in your head, you wanted to cry everytime you looked at Rory. You spent a lot of that evening talking to Lorelai and Luke, which was better, the way they talked, the way they stared at each other, you could tell they belong together.

Lorelai told you to have Jess take you to the Inn the next morning and she'd get you situated right away, Luke seemed calmer about this but you could tell it was probably going to bother him that's you were spending the night. The drive back to the Diner was filled with comfortable silence until Jess perked up saying he be spending the night with you the next so he can be with you. "What? No, no way Jess." Jess rolls his eyes at Luke, "Yes Luke, Look you can't change my mind and it's not like I can get Y/n pregnant again." Then comfortable silence turned into awkward silence, and you wished he'd just stay silent.

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Author’s note: Hi Friends! I told you i was going to have an extra author’s note! Okay i just wanted it to be known that the next part there will be a time skip so i will sum up some events before i post the next part, y/n will not be staying at the Inn anymore, she will have her own apartment! She will be 5 1/2 months pregnant, and she will be working at doose’s market where she might find a new friend? Or a new foe? I’ll keep you guys guessing for now !!

#jess mariano x y/n #jess mariano #jess mariano x fem reader #jess mariano x reader #gilmore girls

[kimetsu-chan]

I feel bad for requesting something considering how busy you are with all the art. There’s absolutely no rush for you to do this and I encourage you to wait until you get all the art done before you even think about this.

Can you do TanjMilo angst to fluff where maybe they get into a lil argument about Milo constantly overworking herself? She’s never told him about how Sanemi treats her and overworks her when they train together and she forces herself to overwork herself just because she wants Sanemi’s approval as an older, more experienced hashira. Maybe Tanjiro catches this happening one day and right as he goes to help Milo passes out?

You can ignore this if you want to:) there’s no rush for you to get this done and if you don’t want to do it just let me know!:3 I love you Kimmie! Take care of yourself!<33

~Overworked~

A/N: Hey, don’t feel bad! I feel bad because you had to wait so long to get this— thank you for your patience Larz! And thank you hun for the detailed request— (pls ignore the awkward beginning, and the fact I made Sanemi real dislikeable-)

Also, I know, I’m so creative with the names for this fics 🤩

Edit: I’ve just realized I have forgotten the argument you asked for, I am so so sorry, please let me know if you want me to add it (Me? Lazy? Never-)

It was a nice peaceful day for Tanjiro Kamado.

Well, it was peaceful for the most part. Milo had informed him that she was training with the wind hashira today. Now, normally this wouldn’t be that big of a deal, except for the hashira’s very aggressive and violent behavior. Tanjiro knew he’d be pushing Milo further than she could go. He always did. Not only did he feel frustration and anger at Shinazugawa, he also felt concern for Milo. He knew that she wouldn’t defend herself from the scary man, and that worried him.

Shinazugawa’s harsh words would also often affect her way of thinking. She would often push herself to train harder, even when she was training by herself, which always resulted in her getting violently sick. Then she’d feel guilty for having someone care for her and being out of commission.

Tanjiro felt frustrated because he needed her to see that she was good enough as is. That she didn’t need Shinazugawa’s approval to be a good hashira. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he hadn’t realized he had arrived at the Suzuki estate. Because he was there so often, the few kakushi that were actually there didn’t bat an eye at his presence. He slipped past them with a small bow of the head and made his way to the back garden, a small plate of food in hand.

He didn’t hear any yelling from the wind hashira, had their training ended early? He cautiously listened for any noise. None. Not even the swing of a sword. He then sniffed for a scent. Shinazugawa’s wretched smell was absent, so at least there was that.

His relief was cut short when he finally reached the normally serene and calming garden. His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. His hands forgot he was supposed to be holding something and glass shattered on the stone below him as he saw Milo’s unconscious body laying on the pebbly ground.

He rushed towards her in a panicked frenzy. His first instinct was to check for a pulse. Phew, there was one. He quickly got to work in picking her up. He carried the unconscious girl bridal style all the way to her small room. He laid her down on the futon and rushed for a washcloth. Once he got the washcloth, he ran it under cold water and went to drape it over her burning forehead. He had no idea how long she had been out like that for, but the idea she’d been outside under the beaming sun for hours upset him greatly.

Tanjiro always loved being around her. But now, he felt a sense of urgency to be with her 24/7. How could Shinazugawa have just left her there? What if she got heat stroke! His thoughts were, once again, interrupted when he heard a small, weak voice calling out to him.

“T-Tanji…? W-Why aren’t I outside? I-I’m supposed to be training-!”

Tanjiro placed a hand over hers and gave her a sympathetic smile.

“Angel, you need rest. I don’t want you getting sick. Nor do I want you to pass out again.”

Milo started to protest, but Tanjiro shushed her with a finger over her lips.

“Before you even start, you’re not any less competent because you don’t live up to Shinazugawa’s unrealistic standards. You’re perfect the way you are, I don’t need you to be any better than you already are. No one does. And I can promise you that we all prefer a happy healthy Milo over a Milo who is draining herself.”

Milo started to tear up. She didn’t think she deserved such loving and comforting words. But she knew better than to deny them. She sat up shakily and buried her face in his shoulder.

“T-Thank you, Tanji. Thank you for loving me so much.”

Tanjiro smiled and returned her hug.

“Of course Angel, now please rest.”

A/N: kshdjdbdjsbdj they’re so cute, I love TanjMilo (I got the name right this time 😎) once again, I apologize you had to wait almost two weeks for this. I hope it was worth the wait! (I’d love to see/read Milo’s reaction to this btw, only if you’re up for it tho :3)

#oc #demon slayer #hehehe #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #milo suzuki #tanjiro x milo #oc x tanjiro #tanjiro x oc #tanjiro kamado #tanjmilo #demon slayer tanjiro #kny tanjirou #kamado tanjiro #Tanjiro kamado

[shurishoe]

Request: Shuriri x reader!! Could you write some angst to fluff with them when they get into a fight?

Pairing: Shuri x Riri x Reader

Warning: Angst 👍

(Ps. I was struggling so it’s probably not that good, I tried 🥲)

Summary:You, Riri and Shuri get into a fight leading to tears being shed but it gets resolved pretty quickly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You were rubbing your temples as you listened to Riri and Shuri argue with eachother about something you weren’t paying attention too but it was starting to piss you off, you brought your hand to your head and ran it through your hair as you stared at the two. This had been going on for thirty minutes now and you were sick and tired of it, hearing the argument get worse you finally stepped in “BAST BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!” You yelled at them causing them to halt completely in their argument “Don’t tell me to shut up!” Shuri growled, she hated being told against what she wished but sometimes she needed to be. Riri only scoffed and rolled her eyes “Both of you are so annoying” Riri hissed making you raise a brow

“One. you two have been arguing for thirty minutes, I’m sick and tired of your bull. Shuri, do not think because your the Queen it doesn’t mean I am not aloud to tell you to shut it because sometimes you need it! And as for you Riri, your ass has also been arguing for thirty minutes so I don’t know where the hell you got the audacity to tell me I am annoying!” you hissed at your lovers, Shuri’s face was shocked. You almost never cursed or got mad at them, you rarely used their first name either. Both had a scared and worried look on their face as you walked out, a sigh leaving your mouth as you walked out of the palace and up to a small place you called yours.——————————————————————— You hid yourself away high above, it was a large hill with a cliff that you liked to lay on. It over looked Wakanda, the beautiful sunsets when the sun kissed the water or the sunrises. Sometimes you came out and watched the stars when you felt sad but normally that wasn’t common, now you felt alone. Hot tears pricked at your eyes as you let them spill out, the sobs racked through your body as you realized you yelled at the only people you had left. Yes they were being annoying and rude but you had never yelled at them before.

And fear consumed you Shuri and Riri were apologizing to each other, after a small talk they set out to find you. Worry had taken over both girls when they couldn’t find you until they went to the lab and tracked your Kimoyo beads, they were cheery quick to rush outside and up the hill towards you. Their hearts broke when they heard your sniffles, Shuri was quick to come up behind you and wrap her arms around your waist. She sat down and made herself comfortable as she tried to stop your tears, Riri sat down beside you and reassured you every thing would be okay. “I am so sorry, we ain’t mean that. I love you y/n, I love you so so much” Riri mumbled against you as she placed kisses on your hand “Yes, we apologize for yelling. We shouldn’t have been and we are sorry for hurting your feelings” Shuri confirmed. You simply nodded, the sobbing had hurt your throat so you curled yourself back into Shuri and moved your hand to Riri’s bringing her up to lay on your lap. “I love you. M’Sorry for yellin at yall” you whispered. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You found yourself curled up in a soft bed, Riri was in front of you and Shuri was behind you. Both of them were talking about some science stuff which made your heart happy they weren’t arguing, sometimes Shuri would give you random little neck kisses and continue their conversation. A small smile now crept onto your face.

#request #shuri x reader #shuri imagine #shuriri #riri williams #Shuri #shuri angst #queen shuri

[absorbedbutler]

okayy so angsty austin request - (potentially breaks up/leaves him idk) the reader finds out him smacking olivia’s butt in the bathroom scene was improvised and she gets mad bc he didn’t have to do it he chose to and it’s basically cheating bc he did it out of character.

eep this is my first time writing angst SO I HAVE NO CLUE like absolutely zero idea what i’m supposed to be doing pls be gentle with me 💔

as you sat at a dinner with your boyfriend austin, his costar olivia, and best friend ashley, you smiled and laughed at all the stories being told to you, unable to add anything.

you were nervous about this dinner as you usually are with everything, so austin went to great lengths to make you feel better about this night. you smiled lovingly at him before olivia started another story that you then turned your attention to.

“when you smacked my ass, oh my god i nearly burst out laughing. i cant believe no one cleared it with me before,” she laughed “your boyfriend,” she looked at you “was an absolute mess to work with.”

as the words settled in your head, you plastered on a fake smile as you felt him go rigid next to you, hand freezing on your thigh.

your mind had always skipped passed the scene as a small way to show their relationship dynamic, something they were both directed to do.

things had never been bad between you and him, but he knew the insecurity’s you had when it came to on screen relationships, hearing the horror stories.

“too funny, will you excuse me? i think i wanna wash my hands before the food gets here” you said keeping yourself together as best as possible, knowing you were a ticking time bomb.

you picked up and dropped austin’s hand onto the booth seat next to you as you shimmied your way out, practically running to the bathroom.

your mind was whirring, a non stop buzz in your ears.

you felt hot, almost sick to your stomach. he knew how you though and he knew if the news got back to you about this, you’d freak.

the door opening had your head whipping around, dread filling you when you saw him.

“hey,” he said walking into the bathroom hands opened in front of him as if he was about to diffuse a bomb.

“please don’t, ohmygod please do not.” you said turning back around and gripping the sink counter and looking up, eyes squeezed shut.

“baby, you have to remember it’s just acting. you may not be used to what’s normal in acting.” god you hated when he talked down to you about his career, you weren’t a child.

you didn’t want to cry in front of him but you couldn’t stop yourself, you just wanted to at least be alone.

“it’s what felt right-“ he came up to you, hand grazing your upper arm before you flinched it away.

“yeah? since you know about things “feeling right”,” you mocked him “then you should be okay with me feeling like packing my shit and leaving feels right.” you yelled at him hoping he could feel half of what you felt right now.

his arms once again try to touch you, trying to hug you this time, before you smack him away.

“don’t touch me, i am so serious don’t touch me,” you brought a hand under your eye.

he had comforted you time and time again about the rumors with olivia, that’s what hurt so much.

you couldn’t stand to be in the air of the bathroom with him any longer, pushing past him and speeding out the door to finally be able to catch your breath.

waiting until you could calm yourself down to leave, you planned your route to escape the hellish restaurant.

once you had started to walk, you got a far away but good enough view of the table.

you couldn’t help but notice how fast he had bounced back, how you could work out enough words to know he had made up a lie about you being sick and him calling a car for you back, and how much closer he’d gotten to olivia.

#austin butler smut #elvis smut #austin elvis x reader #austin butler #austin butler x reader #elvis 2022 #sebastian kydd #austin butler imagine #austin elvis imagine #the carrie diaries

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

@allvalley100

Prompt: Trial and Error

Friendship: Miguel & Demetri

Pairing: Hawkmetri (although the focus is intentionally more on the Miguel and Demetri friendship here)

Happy pride month!!! This felt like a fitting last AV100 for Miguetri Monday :3 This is a 6-parter with 600 total words! Based a little bit in some headcanons I came up with here about why I think Demetri actively hides his sexuality, despite being fairly open about other aspects of his personality.

CW for canon-typical homophobia (because Kyler doing that stunt with Demetri's cast like...very definitely had homophobic undertones), internalized homophobia, and the general fear of being outed based in concerns about personal safety and social alienation.

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5 times Demetri was too scared to tell Miguel the truth ( +1 time he wasn't)

1.

“Gets laid more than anyone, isn’t that right, Eli?”

Miguel only rolls his eyes.

At first, Demetri thinks his new friend’s put off by the dismissive sentiment. But as the conversation ebbs and their attention shifts to the rich girls, his stomach tightens.

Miguel saw how he looked at Eli, didn’t he? Did he think it was gross?

Would he leave, too?

Fuck.

Time for damage control.

“I don’t care if Yasmine’s the meanest girl in school. I’d kill both of you just to get her to spit in my face.”

That’s what a normal teenage boy would say, right?

2.

“Let’s ask the dragon queens to dance!”

Demetri wishes the punch was carbonated. Maybe that would fight the nausea he feels imagining having to fake any kind of interest in these three perfect strangers. Putting on a facade requiring 10 times the phoniness he usually shows his friends.

Besides, girls who watch Game of Thrones aren’t stupid. They’ll smell what he is. Recoil, shove him away. Shout what Eli and Miguel probably already suspect—something no denial can fix.

And then he’ll be alone.

“Slow your roll,” Demetri says. “We’ve got time.”

Miguel chocks it up to passivity. Thank fuck.

3.

Kyler knows. Kyler’s always fucking known.

The years of bullying. Making sure Demetri saw him harass Eli about how “no girl” would ever want to kiss him. Drawing a dick on the arm he had to know Eli snapped and showing the entire cafeteria.

Maybe some other Cobra told Kyler about the break. Maybe Eli himself did the bragging. Doesn’t matter.

Point is that Miguel saw Kyler’s stunt.

Demetri feels sick. Eli left him. Now the only other person he’s come to trust with his entire self will, too.

But when Yasmine finds him later, he realizes his one out.

4.

He yells angrily after Yasmine, feeding the illusion this was all by accident. Sam and Miguel smirk.

It’s clear they buy it hook, line, and sinker.

They’re happy for him. For who they think he is.

The normal and uncontroversial Demetri. The one who isn’t…that.

And Demetri’s come too close to losing Miguel already to break that illusion.

“I am 101% in love.”

I promise I’m the same as you. He pats Miguel’s shoulder, relishing how secure he feels. Nothing to be ashamed of.

He hears Miguel tell Sam love conquers all. Demetri doesn’t have the heart to believe it.

5.

It’s pathetic, and Demetri knows it. Miguel and Sam deserve better.

But he’s in too deep to admit everything with Yasmine’s a farce.

It still begs the question. How does Demetri fix Miguel’s relationship when he can’t even tell Eli he’s in love with him?

Regardless, Miguel’s stuck with Demetri this long. Demetri has to try.

“I get Yasmine a charm for every fight.” Why are they even still together? “She can barely lift her arm now.”

Useless to ruminate. This house of cards is better than Miguel and Eli knowing the truth.

Despite everything, Demetri’s still a fucking coward.

+1

“Plans for senior prom?” Miguel eyes Demetri curiously.

“I’m going with Eli.”

“Stag?”

Demetri freezes.

He could backpedal. Retreat into the cozy blanket of lies that always kept Miguel around.

But graduation’s next month. Fuck it.

“We’re, uh…dating, actually.”

The way Miguel lights up makes Demetri wonder why he ever felt the need to keep it secret.

“And you didn’t tell me?!”

“I was worried you’d be weirded out!”

“Are you kidding?” Miguel’s beam is blinding. “I’m so happy for you guys! And I’ve been waiting for you to ask him out since, like, sophomore year.”

“Wait. You fucker—”

#allvalley100 #amnesty week #miguel diaz #demetri alexopoulos #demetri cobra kai #eli moskowitz #hawk #yasmine cobra kai #sam larusso #samantha larusso #binary boyfriends #hawkmeat #hawkmetri #elimetri #hawk x demetri #demetri x eli #demetri x hawk #eli x demetri #cobra kai #cobra kai season 1 #cobra kai season 3 #cobra kai season 5 #anyways long story short Demetri is so Fake-Straight^TM it's painful #and anyone who's like “but why would he be so scared to be openly gay in a progressive LA high school??? Especially when Moon is???” #trust me please being gay in high school is scary okay #I went to a liberal-ass high school #and I was still terrified the girl I had a crush on would be grossed out if she ever found out I liked her #and then later on she came out as a whole-ass lesbian!!! #but when we were teenagers??? Like HELL I was openly gonna like. Ask her out lmao

[4townie]

Road to 4☆TOWN

part 1…part 10…part 20…part 30

Z narrowed his eyes when he opened the door. “You.”

“Hey, bff.” Taeyoung pulled the lollipop out of his mouth. “How’s your sister been treating you?”

“Why are you asking about my—OOF!” Z was interrupted by Olivia head butting him. “LIVVY!”

“Wow, you’re right. I got a real charge out of that.” Olivia smiled brightly. “And to think I’ve been sticking to embarrassing him in front of his boyfriend all these years.”

“Now that is an art you’ve mastered that I haven’t.” Taeyoung said as he stepped inside. “Perhaps you can teach me your ways.” He slung an arm around her shoulder.

Olivia blushed and she started giggling. “T-That would be amazingly cool.”

“Ugh, I can’t stand seeing you two together.” Z rolled his eyes. “What do you get out of being so chaotic anyway?”

“It’s so satisfying.” Olivia answered as she very carefully started holding Taeyoung’s hand. “Who would I even be if I wasn’t bugging you or Lijah all the time?”

“Besides, you know me.” Taeyoung subconsciously shook Olivia’s hand off of his and moved his arm away from her. “Chaos is my love language.”

“It’s your what?” Olivia’s eyes widened.

“Oh by the way.” Taeyoung pulled a box of Pocky out of his sweater pocket. “For you and that adorable boyfriend of yours.” He winked.

“Ewww, you think I’m gonna kiss him when he’s sick?” Z took the Pocky with a look of disgust.

“I AM NOT SICK!” T yelled as loud as he could with a hoarse voice and a stuffy nose. “It’s allergy season and the pollen count is high today.” He narrowed his eyes. “You can give me all the tea and soup and drugs you want. Pollen has far more power.”

“You want me to go to the store and get you that allergy medicine that always helps?” Taeyoung offered.

“You have an allergy medicine that solves this?” Z raised an eyebrow.

T was quiet for a moment. “I forgot.” He shrugged awkwardly. “Tae-Tae, you would be a lifesaver if you got it for me. I’d owe you every hug and cheek pinch in the world.”

“And you’ll let me put volcanic ash on your face next time I sleep over?” Taeyoung’s eyes brightened.

“Volcanic ash?” Z and Olivia looked at him in confusion.

“He has a lot of Korean skincare products that he brings up every time he wants to tell me my skin is shit.” T waved a hand nonchalantly. “Yes, Tae, you can fix my skin if you save my nose and throat.”

“EEP!” Taeyoung squealed. “I’ll be back in a flash.”

“Wait!” Olivia followed him. “I wanna go, too.”

“Nope.” Z shook his head. “Nuh-uh. No way.”

“Why not?” Taeyoung crossed his arms. “She’s hardly a kid anymore. Do you not trust me?”

“It’s not you I don’t trust.” Z focused his gaze on Olivia.

Olivia groaned. “Aaron—”

“Babe.” T called him. “She can and will tackle you to the ground again if you get in her way right now. Trust me, she’ll be fine.”

Z narrowed his eyes. “Fine, but only because the way you’re handling this makes me wanna use this Pocky.”

T gave him a flirty smirk. “Is that so?”

“Okay, we’re out.” Taeyoung grabbed Olivia’s wrist and pulled her out the door. “Remember we’ll only be gone for twenty minutes so try to be normal by the time we get back.”

T and Z both hummed an absentminded response as they put a Pocky stick between them.

“Ugh, they’re so annoying.” Taeyoung rolled his eyes as he shut the door. “It’s almost as if they don’t know they have two adorable younger siblings watching them.” He smirked evilly. “That’s why they deserve to get tormented.”

“Yeah.” Olivia agreed with a ridiculous grin. “I love how much you love chaos.”

Taeyoung stared at her. “Gee, no one’s ever told me that before. Thanks, Squirt.” He shrugged. “Now let’s get moving cuz I’m very interested in those wedding photos you promised to show me over the phone.”

“I’m so excited to show you.” Olivia wrapped his arm around her shoulder as they started walking down the hall. “It feels like the start of something new.”

Taeyoung chuckled almost condescendingly. “Livvy, we’ve known each other for like three years now.”

#4town fanfic #4town headcanons #4town taeyoung #4town aaron t #4town z #4town robaire #4town jesse #turning red #turning red 4town #4town #4townie

[arndylevinbarber]

He Didn’t Mean It

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Ratings / Warnings: Angst / Eating problems (brief) / Swearing / Ransom Drysdale (yes he is a warning)

WC: 1,896-

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

You know those days where you wish that everything would just calm down because everything feels so overwhelming? The book on the table just looks too loud, shoes clicking against the wooden floors feel like a grenade going off and the normal volume of talking seems like shouting. It was just all too much but not for you.

Ransom.

He would often have those days. After making a deal with his grandfather that he'll start working for him instead of being a trust fund baby, his patience wore thin with everything– even with you. Usually, you would prepare him meals and leave it right outside his office door, letting him dive deeper and deeper into the paperwork.

You used to try to coax him to eat at least lunch or dinner with you but it only ended with you holding back your tears from his yelling. He was already too tall, too buff and too strong, him making you feel smaller and on worst days, less human, impacted you to the point where you actually stopped trying to communicate with him.

It started last month, you were up early, filled with excitement as it was the third anniversary since you and Ransom got together. You always wondered what made him stay with you knowing that he's a known playboy in Boston but ever since he held you that night, you were convinced enough that it was worth it to stay all until...

"Ran? I made you your coffee and some extra special breakfast!" You chirped as you walked into his office, something that you never did before and his head immediately shot up from his desk and his eyes were filled with daggers.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Scrunched eyebrows and ears turning red, this wasn't your Ransom anymore.

"I figured you were hungry and–"

"Get the fuck out! You know you're not allowed in here!"

"I'm sorry... I–"

"Oh you always are, all you ever fucking do is apologize then proceed to fuck up the next day! Do you have any idea how tired I am? How fucking stressed I am from all this shit just so I can keep giving you a good life? Food to eat? Clothes to wear? That's fucking right. You don't ever do shit around here and I'm getting sick of it. Now get the fuck out!"

Safe to say that you two fell off but not out of love that day. Ransom never told you to leave so you didn't and all you can do is ask yourself everyday why you still sleep in the same bed as him, why you let him hold you throughout the night, why you still take care of him even from afar and why can't you just get out and move on. Maybe a part of you just wanted closure... clarity even since you don't know where the two of you are. Even if you two do end things, at least you got a glimpse of how you could have been before the fighting.

While making his lunch, you can no longer stop the floodgates. You miss how you two were. You miss how he would kiss your shoulder before you sleep and how he would wake you up by doing the same thing.

"C'mon pretty girl... we gotta get up."

You miss how he would hold your hand and trace the lines along your palm before planting a kiss against it as he says "Being with you is my favorite part of the day." You miss the playful tickle fights and the way he would hold you after you surrendered. He would then pepper your face in little kisses while repeating how much he loved you.

You miss your Ransom so much.

Upon hearing footsteps, you quickly wipe your eyes and focus on the task at hand. You didn't want to bother him again with an ending of you curled up in bed, crying yourself to sleep.

Ransom's Point of View:

She looked so small... even smaller than he remembered. Watching her prepare a plate made his heart sink down his stomach as he couldn't recall when was the last time he sat down and talked to her. The almost silent sniffles gave it away for him that his girl was far from doing fine and he knew that it was his fault.

If only his pride wasn't as tall as the Empire State Building, he would talk to her and try to fix what he broke but his loudmouth decided for him before his brain could fully understand the situation.

"What the fuck are you crying about?"

She winced and he felt his heart wrench at the sight.

"I was chopping onions."

Bullshit. He thought.

"I made you your breakfast... Are you heading out? Where are you going?" Turning to look at him, Ransom couldn't help but feel the weight of the world on his shoulders. The bags under her eyes combined with the puffiness from crying made his brain scream at him to do better. He fell silent for a moment as he thought that you were still as beautiful as the day he first met you and made an internal vow to himself to fix this.

One problem: Loudmouth.

"None of your business, I'll be back when I want to be back. Quit your stupid crying."

Slamming the door closed, he heard a whimper follow. He fucked up royally. She'll be gone before he gets back and she'll never talk to him again. He should be in the next episode of Watch Mojo's Top Ten Stupidest People in the World for this. He saw the girl, she deserves the world, he treats her like shit, he loses her. There really is nobody to blame for this except for him.

Reader's Point of View:

He still didn't say that you should leave so you didn't. Why are you really staying? Is it the false hope that maybe one day, he'll walk through those doors and tell you that he's sorry? That he'll change and things will go back to the way they were? This wasn't a movie and you only kept fooling yourself to the ideology of a Ransom that you used to know.

Deciding to eat a small meal yourself, you leave his plate in the fridge wrapped in plastic and put his coffee on the kitchen island for reheating later before you work on what your stomach desires.

Things have been rough, obviously and you forgot to take care of yourself but maybe today will be the last day that you would ever have to deal with his harsh words. Thinking of how you can approach Ransom to tell him that you're leaving was nerve wracking as you knew that it will definitely end up with him yelling at you over and over again as you apologize over and over again.

You just wanted to feel safe again. You just wanted to be cared for again. Was that too much?

Ransom came home once again slamming the door closed. It was late and you sat on the couch in the living room, reading one of the books from his grandfather's publishing house. You watched him as he took off his coat and placed his keys on the bowl that you made with him on his birthday last year.

It was now or never.

"Ran, we need to talk."

Ransom felt his heart drop to his feet at your words. This was it. This was the last night that he'll ever see your face

"Why do you hate me?"

What? Ransom has never been more confused. Turning to look at you, he didn't look upset nor did he look like he was about to yell.

Sniffling, you set the book down and look up at him with tired and puffy eyes. All you needed to hear was for him to tell you to get out of his house and how he never wants to see you again. You're mentally preparing yourself to hear those words spill out of his mouth so to your surprise, he walked closer to you and sat next to you before holding your cold and shaky hands in his.

"I don't hate you..." He speaks, almost a whisper as his thumbs trace circles on the backs of your hands. Deciding that it was best for you to not interrupt him as he gathered his thoughts, you stayed quiet. Watching his face for any signs of anger or distress.

"I just..." He looked frustrated but you felt that it wasn't towards you. Ransom had this habit of never ending a sentence whenever he was having an internal fight with himself and all you could offer was giving a weak squeeze towards his hands.

"Do you want me to leave?" You ask, just wanting to put an end to it since you were so tired and so confused with him. Giving up was never in your options but you did know when enough was enough.

He looked up at you, eyes wide and shaking his head lightly.

"No... no of course not dovey."

Dovey. That nickname that he called you after you met. His explanation for the nickname was that he never felt so free to be himself whenever he was around you. His walls were no longer taller than his pride and he didn't have to act like he didn't care about anything and everything. He saw you as a free spirit who was unapologetically yourself with pure intentions and a heart of gold. He couldn't be more in love after that night.

"I don't know what you want from me anymore Ran... you're always mad at me and I just want to understand what I did wrong..." Your voice was cracking. You didn't know if this was going to end the way that you expected it to. An expectation composed of an apology and working together to fix your relationship again.

"I'm sorry." He pulled you into his lap, holding you close against him as he rubbed your back.

"I'm so sorry Dovey... I'm not gonna explain myself for how I treated you but all I know is that I don't want to wake up without you next to me... I'm so fucking sorry Dovey."

The floodgates opened again as you cried into his shoulder, your body shaking against his as you process his apology and you were finding it somewhere in your heart how you're gonna forgive him.

"I'll fix this. I'll fix us. I promise Dove, I won't be the way that I was anymore. I promise."

Still rubbing your back, he turned his head to press kisses against the side of your head and your cheek. He then started rocking you gently in hopes of calming you down and reducing the tears spilling out of your eyes. The thought of the only woman who accepted and loved him for him leaving was terrifying for Ransom but he knew that he was the one to blame if that ever happened. You have been nothing but kind, caring and understanding towards him and all of a sudden he treated you like you were nothing. He truly fucked up royally.

"I love you Dovey. I'll do better, I promise."

You could only hope that his words won't end up as empty promises but Ransom has never given you a reason not to trust him. You knew deep down that the sudden change of Ransom's behavior was far from your Ransom. Whatever he said and whatever he did, he didn't mean it.

#Ransom Drysdale #Ransom Drysdale x Reader

[bad-science]

yo wait ur sister was arrested?? On your birthday??

🤪🤪 lol yUP. She’s… yeah. “A mess” doesn’t even begin to cover it. There’s a massive amount of detail spanning years that I can’t even put in a single post but I have no issue putting her on blast here LMAO. A bit of a vent I guess, Warning for mention of suicide, abuse, and sort of domestic violence

I’ll put it under a cut sjdhsj but the TLDR is she fought with her shitty bf and threw an empty soda can at him, threatened to kill herself and all the cops, and now has a charge for domestic violence.

Happy birthday to me!!!!! My life is a divine comedy and I am not laughing <3

The summary is that she’s a shit tier person who’s dating another shit tier person and they abuse each other until she threatens to kill herself, which she has done for basically the last 10 years if anybody tells her no about anything at all and if she doesn’t get her way. It’s always just a threat and she uses it to get attention and manipulate everyone around her - and I would NOT say this lightly. She is legitimately a sick and horrible person who has mistreated and abused me and my mother to the point of our own mental health reaching a very seriously bad state. I do believe she has some sort of mental illness which could be influencing her actions but my god she refuses to get any help and nothing we do or offer her is ever good enough. When she was a teenager a psychiatrist diagnosed her as a narcissist?? But nothing ever came of that and she never got treatment. (Auto-disclaimer that people with NPD are not automatically abusers, but my sister absolutely is one lol). She is also a compulsive liar and has made up outlandish lies since she was a literal toddler (another thing the psych pinpointed immediately, but again nothing was ever done about it since she outright refuses treatment unless she can abuse or sell prescription drugs.) Back then it wasn’t as big of an issue. But now I see it as a red flag.

Today at 6am I woke up to a call from my mom and learned that my sister had finally been arrested for “domestic violence”. According to her, and this may not be the full story, her boyfriend accused her of cheating (again) (she is a cheater but to my knowledge has not cheated on Him specifically). They fought. She threw an empty soda can at him?? And then he called the police who apparently drug her out and arrested her. They said she was resisting arrest, she says she wasn’t. Acab per usual but my sister is the type to actually fight the cops when she’s in this mental state.

She did in fact threaten to “come back and slit (the cops’) throats”, they asked if she knows that threatening an officer is a felony, and she said “well then I threaten you with everything EXCEPT that,” which is a normal thing to say… and then they put her in a straight jacket bc she was acting out and threatening everyone. Lol.

My mom went to bail her out, $1,300 later my sister was screaming bloody murder in the car, yelling FUCK YOU in my mom’s face over and over, and got even more angry when my mom would not drive her to her bf’s house “to kill him”. Somehow she has decided that all of this was our mother’s fault? Bc she cannot ever be wrong ever and flips out when she doesn’t get her way. She is 24 years old.

They came home, I heard her scream outside, she came in screaming the same typical fuck you’s and all at my mom, I was honestly trying not to laugh bc I’m so desensitized to it by now and everything she says is ridiculous. Then she stormed out and started walking barefoot down the road claiming to be going to her bf’s house. Refused to get in my dad’s car when he found her. Then she stopped at the lake, texted a picture to her bf, told him essentially “it’s ok, you’re setting me free.” The picture was of his shoes by the lake; her intention being that she thought it was perfectly horrible to leave his stuff in the place where she “planned” to kill herself. Specifically to manipulate him and scare him. Bc guess what! She didn’t do anything. She just wanted him to think of having to go to the place where she “died” to retrieve his shoes and feel like everything is all his fault. Again… she didn’t do anything and it was all a threat to guilt trip him.

Bf called the cops AGAIN not even 12 hours into her bail djdgjd but this time the cops did nothing. She is now as okay as she can be I guess, and… we’ll just have to weather the aftermath storm bc she takes a long ass time to stop treating all of us like shit. NEEDLESS TO SAY, if they don’t fuckin break up after this they’re both lost causes and they can drive each other crazy for all I care.

We are all exhausted and stressed and I put up my own birthday decorations… but I do have a lemon cake. So that’s nice.

#queries #suicide #suicide mention #domestic violence #abuse #pls pls pls tell me if I need to tag this in any other way #anyways. yeah #I’m goin thru it but we stay sillayayyy #happy birthday I am shakily eating cake #ALSO I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH MY SISTER IS NOT NEARLY AS BIG AND BADASS AS SHE THINKS SHE IS LOL #she would literally never be able to kill a person or physically fight anyone enough to do so #so she’s all talk and Crazy Bitch Disease and nothing else

[sakurachan7734]

Love worth killing for 

Chapter 3: late night murder and walk&talk

Aristotle x Charlie

Charlie pov

It was about 11:00pm at night and both my dads were asleep and I know my and my other dad(079) don’t really need sleep since we computers but I am still trying to figure out what emotions are I know Zachary told me about them a week ago because I am experiencing these emotions as a robot I may need to check my motherboard for any updates since emotions aren’t normal for me

Aristotle all of a sudden flys onto the windowsill

Charlie: What do you want?

Aristotle: I want to hang out

Charlie: why?

Aristotle: my boyfriend and Zachary are hanging out and I’m bored

Charlie: didnt you have photo shoot today?

Aristotle: I did, but it went quicker than expected

Charlie: fine I want to ask some questions anyway and I don’t know who to ask

Aristotle and Charlie jump out the window and start walking

Charlie: so I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a long time but I’m pretty sure you’ve got this a lot but how does it feel being the child of a famous actor and you being well-known model?

Aristotle: well you are right I get that question a lot and it’s nice that we have a bunch of money just laying around but I feel like I can’t get any privacy My dad’s acting career really kicked off back in France and by the time I was 11 he became really well-known around the world so every time we will move the news and everybody in the place we moved to would go crazy and every time I go anywhere like 40 paparazzi take pictures of me

Charlie: I expected that answer but I can understand why you don’t like it

Aristotle: no, I didn’t say I hated being famous I just said it’s annoying that no one leaves me alone I remember one news article that came out around the time I came out as non-binary pansexual and when I started to do ballet and it said something like “Aristotle Polonoi comes out as non-binary but “they” do ballet. Well, that’s a female dance class”

Charlie: yeah, I could see why you think you get no privacy 

Aristotle: and the news articles where crazy when I started dating Zachary and a bunch of creepy men and women mad that I am dating somebody

Charlie: yeah, I heard about that and I’ve seen it too the fact that so many people just surround me to get a picture or an autograph and you seem really uncomfortable around all of them

Aristotle: yea I just say I don’t want my picture taken every time I leave the house but then people will get mad at me for not wanting my picture taken

Charlie: sorry if this is out of line but what emotion is that? 

Aristotle: I would say a mix of anger and fear

Charlie: what do you mean fear?

Aristotle: well I have had a few people yell at me or slap me if I deny a picture

Charlie: well I um can kill them if you want me too

Aristotle: no, you shouldn’t and sorry for kind of going on a rant over a little question

Charlie: oh it’s fine i’m pretty sure the people who ask you that aren’t really close friends of yours so you can’t really share how you really feel 

Aristotle: yea and I know that you are trying to learn how humans kind of work

Charlie: let’s change the tropic you seem to be getting uncomfortable

Aristotle: yea….you want to go kill somebody?

Charlie: hell yea!

Aristotle and Charlie start running around and killing people and laughing after every person they slaughter 

Charlie: hay can I ask I another question?

Aristotle:* stabbing a woman in the back* yea?

Charlie: why do you always wear that ring?

Aristotle:* Looks at their right hand* oh this? My sister gave it to me When we were in the woods

Charlie: how did your sister find a simple diamond rain in the woods?

Aristotle: well there is a portal to a kingdom nearby and we would take turns going into it to get food, blankets etc and when I got really sick my sister was the one that had to go get food and she decided to explore the castle a bit and stole the ring and gave it to me

Charlie: because both you and her are Crows and like shiny things? 

Aristotle: oh shut up lizard

Charlie: why because I’m right?

Aristotle: yes

Charlie: knew it

Aristotle: can I ask you a question?

Charlie: yea?

Aristotle: why does some big strong lizard like you wear two pink bows In your hair?

Charlie: my sister put them there and I just kept them there and are flirting with me?

Aristotle: no I can’t complement my best friend? 

Charlie: no you can it was just unexpected coming from you.

Aristotle: ok I won’t do it again

Charlie pov

A few minutes went by but it felt like hours with Aristotle I’ve never felt like this before about anyone but it feels weird because i know Aristotle is dating Zachary so I didn’t say anything I had to tell Aristotle I had to go home but they asked if we could hang out again sometime this week

End of chapter



#scp foundation #scp #scp containment breach #scp fan child

[itisireno]

Byler Fluff and a tiny bit of angst

Not grammar checked // 1110 words

Mike’s POV

It’s officially December 26th.

This year, I spent Christmas at the Byers’ home. All of us, mom, dad, Holly, Nancy, and me came at 9:00 am for Christmas breakfast.

Will is an amazing cook. I asked him if he could teach me some time and he very enthusiastically said yes. We had a great time, or at least Will and I did.

I heard yelling from Jonathan’s room when Nancy was in there, around 5 pm. Something about college, but I didn’t even care to listen because I was too happy about spending Christmas with Will.

Will has been my friend since the first day of kindergarten and I��ve loved him ever since. In a totally platonic, friend way, of course.

He’s the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen. His pretty brown eyes, his even prettier lips, his silky hair, and his perfectly shaped nose. It makes me feel guilty when I say this but sometimes, when we’re hanging out with the party, I wish that everyone except Will would just leave.

Not because I don’t like them, I love them all and I always will. It’s just that for a long time, I’ve noticed that when I’m with Lucas or Dustin or El or Max, I feel fine, I feel normal.

But when Will is there, I feel different. I don’t know what it is. It’s like I feel weird, but in a good way? I had told Nancy about it before and she said she always feels that way around Jonathan. Then she started teasing me about having a “crush” on Will.

But I don’t have a crush on him. I am not gay. I never have been and I never will be. I mean, what would dad do if he found out? I have an idea of it, and it’s not good. I tried convincing myself Nancy was just being a jerk, being my big sister, but it wasn’t exactly working.

I feel like it’s normal for you to want to hug your best friend all the time, right? Want to take care of them when they’re sick? To worry about them all the time when they’re not right next to you? I think those are perfectly normal feelings for someone to have towards their best friend of ten years.

I lay awake in Will’s bed. Thinking of my feelings, thinking of him. We face each other, his eyes shut and mine wide open.

It’s weird. We always used to share a bed when we were younger, so why did it feel different now?

I suddenly get the urge to hug him. I want to hug him tight and pick him up and ki- I think of something else. But the thing is, I don’t feel weird about it. I feel like it’s right, like I was meant to feel that way about him but i just can’t find the word.

I start to wonder what it would be like if one of us were a girl. Maybe our friendship would be different. Maybe it wouldn’t be a friendship at all. Maybe it would be something more.

I then turn to face my back to Will, hoping that not looking at his pretty face and pink lips would get me to stop thinking about stuff like that, but it doesn’t work. “I wish you were a girl.” I whisper. Sadness suddenly fills me, and tears start to form in my eyes. I lay on my right side, eyes still open, back still facing the smaller boy, staring at the door. A crack of light shines through the bottom and I wonder who’s up at this hour and get up.

At least I try to get up, but as soon as I move, two arms wrap around my waist and pull me down. Two arms that belong to none other than William Byers. He doesn’t say anything, he only cuddles up to me. Now, my back is pressed against his chest and he’s spooning me, even though I’m bigger than him.

I’m very confused. But since he didn’t say anything, I thought he might just still be sleeping. “I wish so too.” I hear the tired boy say. His voice slightly breaking as the the words come out of his mouth. It shocked me.

He was awake this whole time? He heard me say that I wish he were a girl? He knows I want to be with him? He knows I want to be with him… I panic. Did I ruin our friendship? He’s not gay. …Is he? No! Will isn’t gay!

My mind is racing with a million different thoughts and I’m losing my sanity.

“Mike! Why are you breathing so heavy? What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” He says, turning me so that we’re face to face.

“I’m fine.” I insist.

“But Mike you’re-“

“I’m fine so just go back to bed.” I say, as I roll over to have my back face him again, instantly regretting my tone.

Suddenly, he puts his hand on my shoulder and stops me and turns me back around while speaking. “Mike, I know you know I heard what you said so stop trying to ignore it.”

“It doesn’t matter”

“It does matter Mike! It matters a lot!” Will says, loud enough to wake Jonathan and Nancy.

“No, Will. It doesn’t matter at-“

I was cut off by Will’s lips attaching themselves to mine. I was shocked at first but I began to melt into it. I put my hand on his cheek and kissed him more. We both pull away after 10 seconds and stare into each other’s eyes, both equally as mesmerized.

“I like you, Michael Wheeler.” Will says shyly. “A lot.”

Mike smiles and kisses him again but this time just a quick peck.

“I like you, William Byers. A lot. And im sorry for being a jerk like a minute ago. I was just scared that since you heard me, it would ruin our friendship and I never want to lose you Will. Never.”

“It’s okay Mike, I get it. I’m happy you like me back because I’ve liked you for years now, I can’t believe you haven’t noticed to be honest. You really are oblivious.” Will says as he giggles a bit.

“Come here.” I say in a soft voice, the voice I (most of the time) use with Will. I kissed Will’s forehead and Will’s head rests on my chest. My right hand on his brown hair and my left, intertwined with Will’s right hand.

It felt so right. It felt like it was meant to be, like it was bound to happen.

The end

A/N: I’m new to writing fanfics so I’m sorry if I don’t use all the terms right like for genres. I’ve read my fair share of fanfics so I have sort of an idea of things. Also, I’m sorry if I use punctuation incorrectly or word something wrong. I’m really bad at writing properly. If you don’t like my stories, that’s fine! Just don’t leave hate. Advice for improvement is always welcome though!!

#Spotify #stranger things #byler fic #fanfic #byler fluff #cute #mlm #byler angst #gay men #new writers on tumblr

[briinjapan]

I’ve been in Japan for a decade. And it’s changed my life in many, many ways. None of these will be interesting for Japanophiles, but I need to vent.

I’m not really a part of my home family anymore. And the fact that I’m the eldest and we have large age gaps means that the family I remember doesn’t remember me.

My father died and nobody seemed to remember how shitty our relationship was. Nobody remembers the abuse… The yelling, the constant insults and berating. And since he’s dead, I can’t really bring it up. I’d be attacking their dad, and from what I hear, they had a good dad.

Meanwhile I wrote a letter to a version of “Dear Abby” asking how to live up to his expectations and got a response explaining verbal and emotional abuse. I didn’t imagine it. But nobody but I can remember it.

My mother tells two stories of my childhood. The first is me jumping on a bed. Dad says he’ll spank me if I don’t get down. I say “You’ll just forget!” and he spanks me right then and there. This is a funny story, or so I am told.

The other story is me telling a preschool teacher that my parents hit me. My mother explains that I am very lucky that the teacher knew my parents personally. That this teacher knew my parents would never hit me. This story is supposed to be one of a lying little girl.

It often feels like my entire childhood is just being framed as lies. And I’m too far away to correct them. I don’t know the people my family has become, and they don’t know me. The ones who actually remember me only remember a young woman going through hell. They remember me when I was sick, both mentally and physically, but my illnesses were ignored. When I would cry and scream and vomit every morning, as if those were all normal things to do as a daily routine.

The woman is gone. But so is her family. So is her entire country. The US in 2013 is long gone.

So I don’t think I can ever go back.

#immigrant life #griefjourney

[pebblesregression]

Please read!!

🍼First and foremost, This is a SFW blog. I will be posting on here when I’m regressed so do not send me anything NSFW, I have a whole other blog for that. No cussing, yelling, nsfw, and anything else that is not appropriate for a 1-6 year old🍼 I am 18 for people wanting to know my age. Please make sure to put your age in bio!!! My rule is 16+ for this blog. Please do the right thing. I don’t want to have to block people so please get off if your underage. If you don’t have anything nice to say, then please leave my page. I have done nothing wrong, and I have people calling me a weirdo. I’m sick of being told this because words really hurt. This could send me into a depression loop so please stop.

I want to mention that I have BPD and if you don’t know much about it or would like to learn more about it, I encourage you to do so! It’s very misunderstood and helps make me feel more comfortable when it’s understood by people I interact with. I want to mention this because this disorder is an emotional one, meaning that I can switch moods quickly and make rash decisions. I make mistakes sometimes but I will own up to them after, so long as you give me the chance to. I’m not trying to make an excuse but I do ask that you be patient with me. Link to video with great information about it:

I want to list my other conditions to help normalize mental health awareness. If you have a problem with that then get off my page. Mental health conditions list: BPD, Bipolar, crippling anxiety, MDD, tic disorder, PTSD, ADHD, narcolepsy and Autism. My physical conditions are: severe asthma, bad eyes, chronic pain, and plantar fasciitis.

To add on to the last topic I covered with my mental health, I want to leave a trigger warning, I am NOT scared to talk about my trauma or how I’m currently feeling, sometimes I just need a place to put it where if someone also has the same issue, we can talk. I understand if you can’t handle that and I’ll try to put a trigger warning on those but do keep in mind I sometimes forget.

DNI list (please read): if you are a under 16, if you are homophobic, transphobic, racist or anti-BLM, a trump supporter, republican (sorry! Just don’t interact please!), anti neopronouns, do not support all of the lgbt community (all of it!), anti-mental health, don’t support systems, pro conversion therapy, support r*pe, misogynistic, force any religion, take or “spread” your religion to a person/s even when asked to stop, anti-autism, pro- autism speaks, anti-age regression, anti-magick, anti-Witchcraft, anti-any religion, pro-shipper, pro-life, think abortions are bad. I’ll add on more as I think of them so keep and eye out, thanks ☺️

I am an agere (age regressor) so if you do not like it, leave (that’s literally the whole point of this blog so I don’t get why you would be here if you don’t like it but whatever). I use it as a way to cope with many of my mental health disorders including my ptsd. I encourage you to look into it and I believe it is a healthy coping mechanism to try out, if you are going to try, please please please be with someone you can trust to be there with you because you are in the state of mind as a child or if you can’t have someone, create a list to follow and have things set up for you while you are in that mindset. Please stay safe!

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