#and yell 'WHAT?!' like THAT'S the weirdest thing you've heard about him

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birdmen as presented by my bestie beloved @ashe-is-here​

[aalyssah]

Thank The Girls

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Aftercare, Anal, Cursing, Fingering, Hair Pulling, Names, (Good Girl & Pretty Girl.), Praise, Soft Sex, Spanking, and Unprotected Sex. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 2,908

Summary: You and Damian try anal for the first time.

A/N: First time writing for anal and it’s with Damian! Let me know if I should write for it more or not. Hope You Enjoy!

"Babe, we should try anal."

Damian froze as you said those words, stopping what he was doing. He turned to you with wide eyes. "What?" You giggled at his reaction.

"I said, we should try anal. All we need is a butt plug, y'know, to get me stretched, and then I'm ready."Damian couldn't believe what you were saying.

Out of the blue you just randomly say that? "Babe, where is this coming from?" He asked, confused.

He would gladly do anal with you, but it's the fact you told him that outta nowhere that makes him so curious.

You thought back to how the anal discussion came with a smile.

-

You were drinking with a few of your coworkers after a successful ppv.

You were with Rhea, Sonya, Liv, and Becky. The drinks were supposed to be a mini celebration, but after 3 too many, you all found yourselves a little tipsy.

The weirdest conversations would come up and you would all answer until Sonya asked a question. "Alright guy, tell me your favorite kink!"

Becky was first to start. "I like choking." Becky admitted, everyone looking at her. "You don't seem like the one to like being choked." Liv said and then went next. "Well I like a little spanking action."

Then Rhea. "Uh, I don't know, maybe dirty talk. I love teasing Buddy on how much better Dom is in the ring." Rhea winked.

You were gonna go next, but Sonya spoke up. "Anal is my favorite, hands down." All the girls began cheering and giggling, agreeing with Sonya. "Yes! That's the best!" Becky called out in her Irish accent.

Everyone was yelling and praising Sonya, but you were just sitting there. You've never done anal with Damian and you weren't even thinking about it until Sonya said something.

"Wait, Y/n, have you ever done anal?" Sonya asked, making all the attention come to you. You gulped, feeling a little embarrassed at your answer. "No."

A gasp could be heard coming from Liv. "Oh my, you poor thing. You’re really missing out!" Rhea nodded her head in agreement. "Yeah, Liv's right, you gotta ask Damian to do something about that, or I'll ask him for you." You let out a sigh, feeling as if everyone was judging you.

You don't really like the fact that someone's private part is gonna go inside the same place you poop. "It might feel weird at first, but give it some time and you'll love it better than your vagina!" You stayed silent, thinking over their words.

Later on after the awkward talk, Damian came to get you and take you home, so that's how you found yourself ending your story. "Wow, okay, y'sure you wanna do that? It's gonna hurt really bad."

You nodded your head, making your way over to him. "I'm sure. I wanna do this and only with you." Damian smiled at your words before getting up. "Okay, I guess I'll go by the shop and get one tomorrow. Any particular color?" As he asked you that question you began to blush.

You shy away from his eyes, looking the other way. "Can you get a purple one?" Damian chuckled at your nervousness. "Yeah, I'll get you one, but let's go to sleep, yeah?" Damian quickly picked you up in bridal style and carried you all the way to the bedroom.

He gently placed you down and tucked you in. "You had so much to drink tonight, I don't know if what you're saying is true." Damian admitted, brushing some of your hair out your face.

You grabbed his wrist, forcing him to look at you. "I mean it, baby. I wanna do anal with you." Damian looked deep into your eyes and found all seriousness.

Even through your slightly drunken state you were telling the truth.

“Alright, let's go to sleep." Damian joined you in your shared bed and after a little cuddling you were both sound asleep.

-

It was the next morning and when you woke up Damian was nowhere in sight. You whined when you felt cool air hitting your legs.

Damian got out of bed and left the blanket half way off of you. You stood up, putting on your bunny slippers and walking through the house.

You went to the kitchen and decided to make some tea. As you were putting the kettle on the stove, Damian came behind you. "Boo!" You let out a gasp, jumping as you felt his large frame push you forward into the stove.

"Damian!"

Damian lowly laughed at your reaction. "I hate you so much!" Damian fake pouted. "What? Why? What did I do wrong?" He asked, genuinely confused. All he did was scare you.

"You left me this morning in a cold bed. You even left the sheet off my legs, so all I felt was the cold air." Damian tried to hold back his laughter as you pouted, your bottom lip jutted out. "Oh, so you're mad at me because of that?" You nodded your head, refusing to speak to him.

"Well you won't be mad when you see what I got you." You perked up at his words with a smile. "You got me something?" Damian let out a chuckle at your change of emotions.

He couldn't even show you the bag when you snatched it out his hand. "What is it, what is it?" You said, taking out a box. When you opened it you saw the purple butt plug and bottle of lube sitting there.

You looked up at him seeing how awkward he looked as he tried to avoid your eyes. "Your words really got to me last night and I couldn't wait until the next time I'm off, so I got it." You put the box down and jumped in his arms.

He hugged you back, feeling happy that you were. "Awe thank you, baby! I didn't think you would get it." Damian pulled you back, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Anything for you, but I gotta go in for a match tonight, so I was thinking if we could put it in right now, so you'll be stretched out by the time I get home?" He sounded nervous asking you his question.

You grabbed the box and went to the bedroom, leaving a stunned Damian in the kitchen. "Come on, babe!" You called out. Damian finally snapped out of his small trance, following you.

You laid on your back, legs spread. "I want you to do the honors." Damian was quick at your side, taking the lube and butt plug in hand. "Okay, take your panties off for me."

A smirk came to your face. "Between you and me, I'm not wearing any." Damien's eyes grew wide at your words. "O-okay, let's just start this." You giggled at his stuttering, before pulling up your shirt.

Damian squirted some lube on your asshole and his fingers before teasingly circling your hole. You moaned at the feeling of the cold lube hitting your skin.

"Give me the plug." You reached over for the plug and handed it to him. "I'm gonna push it in, in 3, 2, 1." Damian slowly pushed the plug in, groaning as he watched your hole swallow the plug.

The lube was doing wonders, allowing the butt plug to slip right in. You were moaning and gripping at the bedsheet as the plug went deeper and deeper in you.

Finally, the whole thing settled in, the plug taking its spot between your cheeks. "And done. You were such a good girl." You quietly whimpered at his praise, sitting up to kiss him.

Damian accepted your kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling back. "I gotta go get ready for tonight, but I'll be back and I promise we'll try it out." Damian let you go and went to the closet to pick out an outfit.

He stood in front of the door, watching as you came down the hall. "Good luck on your match." You leaned up and kissed his cheek. "I don't think I'll need it, but thank you, love. Try to keep it in, okay?" You agreed with him and off he went to his car.

You closed and locked the door, feeling a little lonely. The butt plug felt weird. Every time you tried to sit down you could feel it shift inside you. You would even let out a small moan when it slid deeper inside you.

You did productive things around the house to try and distract you from the feeling of the plug and it worked. You watched Damian's match, moaning at the sight of him. He looked so pretty on TV.

As you cooed over his look an idea came to mind. To make this a special night you were gonna dress up.

You went to the closet and dug up a black and purple lingerie. You got this for your birthday from Rhea almost a year ago and forgot all about it.

It's a perfect time to use this.

You carefully put the lingerie on and continued to watch his match. When it finished up you got a text from Damian telling you he's coming home. Excited, you got in position on bed and waited for him to come through the door.

-

"Babe I'm home!" Damien called out, placing his bag on the floor and putting his car keys in a dish bowl. He walked to the living room only to find it empty.

"Babe?" He called out once more, but got no answer. "Baby, you in there-" Damian froze in his spot as he peeked his head around the corner of the bedroom.

There you were in a black and purple lingerie set, legs spread wide with the butt plug visible. "Princesa." (Princess) Damian mumbled under his breath.

He couldn't help, but stare at your body. "You just gonna stand there or come get this plug outta me?" Damian quickly rushed into the room and got on his knees, moving the lingerie piece aside. His hand ran over the plug before slowly pulling out.

You moaned at the feeling of it moving out before it was gone. Just as it slid in, it slid out. "Fuck, that's as the hottest thing I've ever seen." Damian praised, quickly unbuckled his jean pants.

He pulled his pants and boxers down his legs, stroking himself as he crawled over to you. You put a hand on his chest, stopping him from continuing. "Slow down, baby. Let me suck you first."

Damian tried to stop you, but you were quicker, pushing him on his back, getting on your stomach, and taking him in your mouth. He moaned at the feeling of your warm mouth on him, sucking at his tip.

You hummed at the taste of his salty pre-cum, looking up at his face. His eyes were shut, eyebrows furrowing as you bobbed your head up and down, taking his cock deep down your throat before coming up.

You jerked him off gently while lifting his cock up to suck his balls. Damian jumped, hands coming to your hair. "Fuck, you know how to suck me off, so good." You bit back a smile as you sucked his balls.

More of his cum slipped past his tip, making you pull his cock down to suck on it. Damian let out the most neediest moan before pushing you back. "S-stop princesa, I wanna fuck your ass. Please."

With his slight begging you got up on all fours, shaking your ass side to side. "Then come and fuck me, Papi." Damian growled at the name you called him, grabbing the lube from the nightstand and squirting some on your ass.

“If I was you, I would shut up. I'm trying to be gentle, not hurt you." He said, stroking his cock. He rubbed his tip up and down your ass, making sure to get some lube on his cock. "Y'ready?" You nodded your head.

With very slow movements, Damian pushed his tip in your hole, groaning as your hole basically opened up for him.

You let out small whimpers as you buried your face in the white sheet. "Fuck, you okay?" You nodded your head, digging your feet in his legs for him to continue. “Just keep going.” You gritted out through your teeth.

Damian pushed his hips forward slowly, his cock going deeper and deeper in your hole. When he finally bottomed out he let out a string of curse words. You were so tight, almost squeezing his poor cock.

With one slow thrust Damian moaned. “Holy hell, I don’t think I’ll be able to last long.” He admitted feeling a little sad. You both get to try something new for the first time and he won’t be able to last long.

How pathetic he thought to himself.

“It’s okay, I don’t think I’ll either just please fuck me.” You whined out, trying to back your ass into him. Damian stopped you, roughly grabbing your hips and pulling you back while thrusting forward.

Your ass bounced off his hips, a loud smack sound echoing around the room. “Fuck!” You moaned out. Damian had a smirk on his face as he continued to thrust.

His cock was easily sliding in and out of you, the lube helping you both. He was hitting places deep inside you that you didn’t know was there.

“God you look so pretty like this. Bend over with my cock in your ass. Takin’ it like a good girl.” Damian mumbled incoherent words under his breath while slapping your ass.

He was so deep into everything. The way your ass bounced off his hips, the way you were trying so hard to meet his thrusts, and especially the way your moans grew louder and louder by each thrust.

He loved it so much. Your head kept lolling down, Damian instantly taking your hair in one hand. He pulled your head back, so that you were looking up at him upside down.

Damian looked like a god behind you. His huge beefy body and his thick cock pounding your ass was all on your mind. “That’s it, keep looking at me.” Damian’s deep voice purred. “Damian.” You whimpered, eye’s fluttering close. “Good girl.” He praised.

You were struggling to keep yourself up, as your arms felt weak, and legs began shaking. Damian must’ve noticed because he stopped thrusting and then gently pushed your back down, putting you in the face down ass up position.

Your erected nipples were uncomfortably rubbing against the sheets on the mattress. He watched as your ass bounced off his hips every time he thrusted forward.

It was a beautiful sight. Your back arched and ass smacking against him. He laid a few slaps to your ass, a surprised squeal coming from you. “Damian!” Damian smiled, continuing to thrust in you.

His thrusts were deep, but hard, making sure you could feel every inch and vein in his cock. His heavy balls slapped against your pussy, almost close to your clit.

You felt like you were in heaven, laying on your front while pathetically babbling words. “Mm, you always fuck me s’good, Damie.” Your praise ignited something in him as he began to pick up his pace.

He harshly gripped at your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts. You screamed at the sudden change of pace, burying your head in the white sheet. “Oh, fuck, Papi!” You couldn’t help, but let out as you held the sheets for dear life.

Behind you, Damian was growling like an animal as his thrusts grew sloppy. The combination of his growls, the hard thrusts, and the ass slapping is what was doing it for you. “I’m gonna cum!” You warned him.

Curiosity got the better of Damian when he thought of your lonely unattended clit. It hasn’t been touched all this time, but not until he reached his long arm underneath you and began rubbing it.

You jumped at the feeling, feeling your whole body shake. You were clawing at the sheets so hard that you heard a little ripping sound.

Well there goes your $40 bed sheets from Target.

Damian stilled inside you, his cum shooting deep inside your ass. Your body fell limp on the mattress from all the pleasure. The only thing holding you up was Damian’s arm that was wrapped around your waist.

Damian’s body was slump against yours, his head buried in your neck, placing sloppy wet, tired kisses. You both laid there, catching your breaths. Damian’s cock slipped out of you as well as some of his cum that dripped on the ripped bedsheets.

Behind you, Damian was rubbing a soothing hand up and down your side. “You wanna take a bath?” You lazily nodded your head, Damian scooping you in his arms, and carrying you to the bathroom.

He ran a hot bath with your favorite soap before getting in. You both relaxed as the warm water loosened your tense muscles up.

Damian broke the silence. “Shit, we’re definitely doing that again.” You giggled at his words, snuggling up closer into his chest. “Remind me to thank the girls when I see them next Monday.” He told you, making you shake your head in shame.

Now they’re definitely never gonna stop teasing you, but deep down you are kinda glad they mention this to you.

[rogue-durin-16]

FRIDAY NIGHT

Request: Hi I don't know if you already have something like this, but could you write something about - You and Eddie smoking weed with each other and it's your first time doing that and he just guides you through it while making sure you're okay.

Summary: After catching Eddie hanging out in their house, Dustin's sister has the choice to tell their mother —who didn't allow Eddie at home—, or get something out of it. Let's just say, 'Henderson' and 'snitch' didn't go well together.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

Genre: fluff

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Requested by: anon

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @comfort-reads

Warnings: use of weed, language

A/N: never in my life would i have guessed I'd be writing anything where the main characters smoke weed for shits and giggles, but this was so fun that I'm thinking about writing a sequel to it. Also, this is LOOOONG. Enjoy this and thank anon for the fun request <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

"You got this, big boy."

"Do I?" I grunted, planting my left foot on the garbage container to propel myself. Y/n had made the stunt look so easy, but it was my third attempt and I was still on her yard. "I should've sold you the damn weed."

"You should've." She agreed with a chuckle, bitting her lower lip to stop the teasing.

It would have never crossed my mind that my Friday night activity would be to sneak into the Hendersons' ranch style home through Y/n's awning window, but there I was.

And that wasn't even the weirdest thing.

Two Hours Earlier

"Okay, bad news." Dustin announced from the kitchen, head buried in the fridge while I lounged in his couch, legs sprawled on the cushions.

"No beer?" I guessed, my attention put in some action figures the freshman had sitting around.

He shook his head no with disproportionate grief. "I got... Yoohoo?"

"Fuck yeah, I love Yohoo." I jumped up from the couch and waltzed to the adjacent room where Dustin was pulling out a couple of chocolate drinks. "So—"

"DUSTIN?! IS MY SKETCHBOOK THERE?!"

The younger boy and I froze, our bodies tensing up; the terror in his wide eyes rivaled with mine.

"I thought you said there was no one home?!"

"DUUUSTINN?!"

"She's supposed to be out!" Dustin hissed back at my whisper-yelling through gritted teeth. "I'm so dead."

I rushed back to the living room, basically throwing myself over the coffee table to get my metal lunchbox and my van's keys.

I had been banned from the Hendersons' house by Dustin's lovely mother at the beginning of the school year. It was somewhat understandable; if a scary looking senior had driven my son back home late at night, nearly mowing down my mailbox, I also would have been pissed.

So, had I known there was a remote chance of us not being alone, I would have declined Dustin invitation to hang out at his place after bringing him back after the campaign.

"Gogogogogo!" The kid hastened me, his hands pushing my back, as if I wasn't already half sprinting to the door.

"Y'know, when someone calls your name—" We all came to an abrupt halt at the hall; Dustin, me... and Y/n. "What. The fuck." I took a step back in fear, even though she limited our interaction to giving me a mildly bemused look.

"Why are you home?!" The younger sibling attempted to divert the attention from me, stepping further into the hall that, I supposed, led to his sister's room. "You're supposed to be at Stacy's or something!"

"Why am I home? Why's he home?" She inquired, eyes wide and hand motioning at my form. "You know the rules. Mom's gonna kill you."

"I was just dropping him home." I prevaricated, my hands raised in surrender.

"Oh God, please." She scoffed, folding her arms over her chest. "You've been here for at least an hour, I heard the door."

"Oh c'mon, Y/n!" Dustin groaned. "Can't you be a cool sister for once?" The girl's mouth gaped in vexation, but the curly-haired kid opted for another approach before she could chastise him. "Listen, look at him— look at that face. You think that's the face of someone who should be banished from our house?" Y/n looked over Dustin's shoulder to examine my face, her head tilted to the side, arms folded and lips pursed. "Look at those big brown eyes, Y/n."

Half to help out Dustin and half to make a joke out of it, batted my lashes at her, chin casted low and arms behind my back.

Y/n's brow quirked at me, eyes darting at the metallic lunchbox with a shrewd look that screamed 'I know what that is', which triggered an anxious, almost sheepish giggle on my part.

I shared a few classes with Dustin's sister. We were far from friends, but I had talked to her enough times to know that she not only didn't despise me, but was also a decent person.

She was, however, quite scary too, and having her staring down at me wasn't helping the situation.

"Please, Y/n," Dustin begged. "He was about to leave."

She evaluated us both with squinted eyes, pondering her words, "what do I get out of it?"

Dustin eased at her sister's question, which allowed me to release some anxiety of my own. "What do you want?"

"I need a ride." Despite being her brother the one she was negotiating with, her gaze was fixed on me, her eyes holding ulterior motives.

"A rid—" Dustin scoffed, peeking at me. "A ride? From him?" He pointed his thumb at me over his shoulder.

"No, Dustin, from you." She retorted. "Since you clearly have a license and a car now."

"Ha ha. So funny." Y/n exhaled with the ghost of a confident grin at the younger Henderson's bitter tone. "Eddie's not driving you anywhere."

"Where to?" I jumped in, shocking Dustin but not so much Y/n. A spark of pride did cross her face, though.

"I'll guide you." I gave her a nod in agreement. "Gimme a second."

As Y/n disappeared into what I guessed was her room, Dustin stalked in my direction. "Don't."

"'Don't' what? I'm doing you a favor here, man." I spun the van's keychain in my index finger. "Taking one for the team so you don't get grounded."

"Ha! 'one for the team'. Sure." he narrowed his eyes at me. "I bet you're gonna suffer by giving Y/n a lift."

I gave my head a nonchalant shake, a mischievous half smile tugging on the corner of my lips. "I dunno what's that supposed to mean."

Dustin's menacing index finger raised to my face. "She's off limits."

Before I could wisecrack anything, Y/n was out of her room, jacket on, strolling to the front door. "Don't cry, Dustybun, he can come back any other day, these lips" she pointed at her mouth, rotating to stare at her baffled brother. "are sealed. C'mon!" Y/n gave my hand a tug and, soon enough, we were out of the house and in the van.

It took Y/n five minutes in the road to tense up. At first, she didn't comment on it, choosing to focus on the music playing. Then, I hit a curb.

"Do you even have a license?" She inquired after clearing her throat. "Turn left here."

"Are you implying I can't drive?" I obeyed, turning my face to her with a frown.

"I don't need to imply it." She retorted, knuckles white from gripping the grab handle too tight. "Show me your license."

"Can't you take my word for it?" Though her eyes were shut, I knew very well she could hear the amused smile twisting up my lips.

"No."

"Alright." With a dramatic sigh, I let go of the wheel with one hand, leaning to the passenger seat's side to reach for my license; I wouldn't confirm nor deny, that I momentarily forgot I was the one driving.

Y/n's yelp, along with the van briefly sinking into some kind of pothole, brought me back to reality.

"Woah! Okay my bad." I sat back upright with a nervous chuckle, eyes darting at a livid Y/n. "You're such a scaredy-cat."

"Erase that grin from your face, Munson!" She demanded, making me gnaw on my lower lip in order to comply. "You're gonna get me killed!"

"You literally asked for this." I quipped with a laugh, slowing down the van for the sake of Y/n's heart. "Straight ahead or to the right?" I consulted her, seeing the crossroads ahead of us.

"Your choice." Exhaling as if she had just ran a marathon, she eased up in the passenger seat. "I just wanted a ride."

"What?" I did a double take on the girl, processing her words. "I'm just aimlessly driving you around?"

"Yup." She responded, popping the 'p'.

"Couldn't you, I dunno, go for a walk?"

"At night? in Hawkins?" She raised her brows at me with a snort. "Hell no. Plus," She spared me a glance. "if I can get myself a night ride, I will."

"You're so damn weird."

"You're one to talk." She laughed, making me smile in the process. "I wouldn't have snitched, by the way." Y/n confessed. "I just wanted to give Dustin a hard time."

"Oh so you're actually 'a cool sister'." I teased, recalling her younger sibling's words.

"Not as cool as you or Harrington, but I try."

"I'm cool?" I scoffed in surprised, my attention as fixed on the road as it would ever be.

"Dustin says so." My head spun to her once more; her elbow supported by the window, temple resting on her palm. "I kinda agree— Eddie!" Her hand shot to reach for the steering wheel, giving it a swift turn. "Eyes on the road!"

"Y/n, calm down." I urged her with a laugh, correcting the van's direction whilst mentally scolding myself for scaring the girl. "I've never had an accident, and first one isn't gonna be with you here, 'kay?"

She muttered something I couldn't quite catch under her breath, giving her head a slight shake. This was followed by a short silence I was about to break, but Y/n was faster.

"Since when have you been selling?" She inquired with apparent innocence, quickly following her question with, "If it's not too personal— I don't wanna overstep any boundaries."

"No, it's fine." I side eyed her, my attention still on the road, even when my whole body begged me to turn to look at her. "Three years now. Why?"

"Just curious." Oh, that was a lie. She pondered for a second before asking yet another question. "Do you just sell it, or do you...?"

"Both." Silence. And another question.

"How is it?" I responded with a confused 'huh', to which she clarified, "Smoking weed. How is it? Like," her position shifted in a way that her whole upper body was now turned to me. "is it fun?"

"I mean, kinda" I shrugged, noticing how her voice carried that ulterior motive once more. "It's more, like, relaxing y'know?"

A shared, expecting look was what it took for her to spill the beans.

"What are your prices?" Shocked to my core, I pumped the breaks almost instinctively, making her form dangerously jolt forward. "Jesus Christ, Eddie!" Her right hand clutched the collar of her sweater in terror. "Wanna kill me?!"

I disregarded her last two sentences, still stuck on her previous question. "You wanna buy weed?" My tone was high pitched due to the disbelief, and when she nodded, an anxious laugh escaped me. "Absolutely not."

"Excuse me?"

I snorted, eyes open wide at her confusion, as if the reason for my panic wasn't obvious. "Dustin will have my head on a fucking platter."

"I'm the big sister here." She countered in a stern tone, leaning back against her window.

I groaned, throwing my head over the steering wheel at her expectant, defiant glance; she was right and she knew it. But I was, too. Her younger brother would murder me with his bare hands if something happened to Y/n because of me.

"You don't know how to do it." I stated, hoping to find a starting point to convince her not to make a drug deal with me.

"Teach me, then." I lifted my head again, even more taken aback than before. "Walk me through it." She suggested with a careless shrug.

"Are you asking me," I took my pointer finger to my chest. "the scary freak who's not allowed in your house" my brows raised so far up that they would surely meet my hairline. "to walk you through getting high?"

"It's not like you're dangerous." She pointed out, unbuckling her belt to sit sideways and be able to stare at me.

This girl kept leaving me speechless —which was not unusual, it just hadn't happened whilst talking one-on-one. "How do you even know that."

"We share classes, dude, you're a goofball." She snorted, titling her head to the side. "So, how much is it?"

"I'm not selling you anything."

"Eddie!"

"I... Mmm— okay, you just wanna try?" her head shook affirmatively. "We can... smoke together." her eyes lit up in a way that screamed trouble, which terrified me and excited in equal parts.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Fucking—"

"Shh!" She hushed me from the inside, tiptoes on her mattress and hands on the windowsill.

"Stop sushing me and give me a hand!" I urged her, my upper body into the room and my bottom out in the open.

We were not supposed to be there. The initial idea —crafted by me—, had been to drive her back home, share a joint in the back of my van, and then go back to the trailer park.

Y/n had voiced her concern about this; she believed I would most likely crash if I attempted to drive stoned, and insisted on sneaking me into her room for the night.

Not having the heart to tell her that it wouldn't be the first time I drove stoned, and finding very appealing the chance of spending alone time with Y/n Henderson, I caved in rather quickly. Plus, it was Friday, what could be the harm? I would just leave in the early morning and no one would ever know I was there.

"You're gonna have to roll." Her hands took mine, tugging them down to the bed while she simultaneously climbed off it. Her palm pushed my back for me to be upsidedown while gravity forced my body to slide in.

"I-fucking-hate-this-I-fucking-hate-shit-FUCK!" With a yelp and a thump too loud for anyone's liking, the struggle was over. "Okay. That wasn't so bad." I announced with a thrilled grin, pushing myself off Y/n's blankets to sit up properly on the edge of the bed.

"Uhm," she jogged to put the door on the latch. "How do we do this?"

"We should do it near the window," I tilted my head up. "for obvious reasons. Get comfortable."

"Sure," she kicked of her shoes and prompted me to do the same. Our jackets and my vest ended up poorly discarded at the foot of the bed by the time that Y/n and I found ourselves sitting against her wall, her legs crossed and one of mine pulled to my chest while the other laid sprawled on the soft surface. "So— uhhh..."

I spared her a side glance, my expertise hands pulling out of the lunchbox an already loaded joint. "You nervous?"

"No?" I felt her curious eyes on me as I twisted the end of the rolling paper. "Kinda. In a good way."

"In a good way?" I questioned with a mildly confused half smile, placing the joint between my lips in order to light it.

"Yeah, you know, like" her words paused as she focused on analyzing how I took a drag out of it. "Excited."

I breathed out the smoke, giving her an understanding nod. "I think I get it."

And I did get it; that was exactly how the last two hours with her had felt for me.

"Your turn" I took the reefer between my index and my thumb and handed it over to the girl besides me. "Take a short puff but—" Too late for warnings; by the time I was about to finish the sentence, she was already coughing her lungs out, which made me snort in mirth. "Take it easy."

"You could've" she tried to hold back the coughs as she handed me back the joint. "said that earlier."

"You didn't let me!" I defended myself, taking the rolled up weed from her grasp, eyes never leaving her form, shaky, first from the coughing, then from quieted laughter. "The key is to start slow." I breathed in the weed, holding it for a second before releasing the smoke. "And, since is your first time, just take a couple of puffs— Shit," I cursed, seeing the ashes in my jeans. "You got an ashtray by any chance?"

"Nope but—" She threw her torso over my lap, stretching out her arm to reach for a small bowl on her desk. "We can use this."

All from sudden the ceiling was very interesting to me, my body tensing up under hers. "I could've gotten it for you."

Y/n was quick to retract to her original position, placing the bowl between us. "Did I make you uncomfortable?"

"Pffft— No?" I half lied, taking a long drag while my eyes roamed the room, because, yes, the ceiling was very interesting, but having her figure pressed against mine was just...

"You sure?"

"Mhmm." I blinked myself back into reality, stopping my mind from wandering too far. You're here for a reason, I told myself. "Okay, try again, but this time," I placed the weed back on her lips. "Take it slow. Short puff. Aaaand hold it for a sec." She did as I instructed her, her fingertips brushing mines while we switched the hold of the joint, sending shocks all the way from my digits to my spine.

Maybe getting stoned with her in such a private, intimate place had not been the best idea ever.

She released the smoke with closed eyes and no coughing this time. "Like that?"

"Yeah." She passed it too me with her eyelids still shut, and I wondered if the weed was already taking effect for her. "You alright?"

"Uh-huh." She rested her head on the wall.

A few minutes passed before Y/n spoke again, sounding as confused as ever.

"Why is it... not kicking in?"

"I—" I gave her a puzzled look, examining her features before stating, "I think it... May be kicking in, Y/n."

"Uhhhh nnno?" She dragged the 'n', accompanying the rhetorical question with a snort.

"You sure about that, sweetheart?" I teased, offering her to take another puff, not without reminding her to by prudent with the intake.

"Pooositive." Oh, it definitely was kicking in. She noticed that too, her eyes opening wide at the realization, perplexed gaze turning to me. "Woah."

I tried to keep myself grounded, despite starting to feel the effects too, since I was supposed to be aiding her. "You feelin'... okay?"

She gave me a slow nod. "My body feels funny." She frowned at her own words before letting out a soft titter.

"This is gonna be hilarious." I declared sliding down the wall to a pretty bad yet awfully comfortable position on Y/n's bed. "Take it veeery slow now, though." I advised, looking up at the girl, whose posture had changed too.

She bobbed her head, smoking once more before handing me down the reefer, her eyes squinted at me for a hot second.

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I play with your hair?" A silly smile twisted up the corners of my lips before I could mask it, which triggered a giggle from the girl above me while I moved to lay my head on her thighs. "Ughhhh it's so soft." She dramatically groaned, burying her fingers on my scalp and consequently making my eyes roll into my head. I could barely hold myself from moaning. "Oh wow."

Realizing I had, in fact, not held it back at all, I clapped my hand over my mouth, feeling the heat creep up my neck.

"That was... a reaction." She teased, carding my locks with an amused smile, fingers slow and clumsy due to the weed. "You good?"

"Mhmmm." I shut my eyes, trying to keep it cool.

"You sure?"

"Yea—hhh" in panic, I instinctively grabbed her wrist when her hands dove deeper into my mane, scratching my scalp. I didn't know what was more mortifying; Y/n getting those reactions out of me, or the fact that she snickered. "I'm—"

"It's okaaay." She gave my head a pat, leaning back on the wall before taking her last drag for the night.

Time seemed to stretch and contort, at some point, Y/n had decided to blast an Abba cassette as a background noise to muffle our giggles and disconnected conversations.

Our position had pretty much stayed the same, and now Y/n's fingertips being tangled up in my locks felt like white noise to my body; a very, very pleasant one.

"I like this. Mmmm yeah, I like this." She affirmed to herself in a satisfied manner before letting her eyes look down to me. "Tell me your prices, baby."

"I'm not selling you aaanything." I repeated my words from earlier, waving my hands before my face as an emphasis.

"What if" she folded to face me. "I stroke your hair hmm? What 'bout that?"

I struggled to peel my eyes off her inviting lips. "You, Y/n Henderson," I took her face on my hand to shove it lightly. "Are a minx."

She only laughed, going back down, this time closer. I would only have to prop myself up a few inches and—

"Nope." This time, it was my face the one covered by my hands. "You're—"

"Off limits?"

"High." I corrected, peeking through my fingers at her once her words reached my mind. "Off limits?"

"I heard Dustin." She sat upright with a scornful laugh, fingers leaving my hair. "My fourteen year old brother has you on a chokehold."

"Excuuuuse me, m'lady," I jumped on the bed knocking the ashtray down on my way to invade her personal space. "Who said I'm listening to your literal tadpole of a brother about who is and who isn't off limits?"

I only managed to appreciate the look on her face once we were inches away. That proud, satisfied, borderline cocky look she sported when she got what she wanted.

"You. Are. Goading me!" I announced in shock, seeing the slyness twist her features— goddamnit why was that so attractive?

"Is it working?" She whispered the question with a lewd smirk.

It was. It really was, but it wasn't right. "I... Have principles. And you" I pulled away, leaning back. "are horny 'cause you're high."

"I. Am. Not." She declared, accompanying each of her words with a thump on the mattress.

"Horny or high?"

"Screw you."

"You should thank me." I traveled further away from her until my back hit the side of her desk. "I'm saving you the embarrassment of making out with me."

Whatever playfulness we had going on dropped. She seemed almost offended by my words. "Eddie, for fuck's sake." She tugged my wrists, making me scurry back to her before cupping my face with her palms. "That's ssso fucking dumb. Are you dumb?"

"Am I dumb?" I queried, words mushed due to my cheeks being squeezed together. I am for not kissing you, I thought to myself, dilated pupils falling on her lips.

"Yup." She confirmed, letting me know I was thinking out loud for the nth time that night. "Can I... uhh... ask you somethin'?" I gave her an affirmative hum, sighing at the loss of contact when her hands dropped from my cheeks into the bed. "Do you... Nevermind."

"What? No!" I shoved her shoulder before she lied on her back, hands over her head. "C'mon! what is it?" She shook her head 'no', jumping when I poked her side. "C'monnnn!" Another poke, another jump. "Y/n!" Another one.

"Eddieee!" She squealed, trying to push me away in vain due to the giggles.

"Tellmetellmetellme!" I mashed the words together as I climbed on top of her, tickling her until she was a mess of laughter.

"Eddie stop!" She managed to sputter out, setting for tugging my flush against her body before wrapping her arms around me, which turned out to be just the right way to get me to cease my attack, because her embrace was warm and gentle and loving— so loving that I found myself forgetting about whatever question she was going to ask, melting into her hold instead.

If someone were to ask, I wouldn't be able to respond how long we stayed like that; what I could pinpoint, however, was the exact moment that sobered me up.

The violent knock on the door.

Still coming down from the peak of her high state, Y/n didn't quite register what she was doing when she pushed me off and rushed to the room's entrance, unlatching the lock.

"Y/n wait—"

"Hey there Dustybun." She attempted to hold back a snort at the sight of her horrified younger brother, of which I was able to catch a glimpse once I got up from the bed. "Did I wake you?"

"What—" once he spotted, his eyes went so wide that it looked like they would pop out of his skull. "What are you doing here?! Why was she yelling your name?! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"

"It's not what it looks like, man, I swear." I whispered, getting closer to the door.

Dustin shoved us out of the way and his gaze traveled from the messy bed, to our discarded layers of clothing, and to our toulsed hair and disheveled appearance. "Oh, I bet." He hissed. "Get out." He demanded from me, pointing his index finger at the front door's direction.

"He can't," Y/n moved to stand between us and whispered, "he's high."

Dustin, whose brain was going surprisingly slow considering how smart he was, managed to put two and two together. "Y/n, please tell me you are not high."

"He can't go home, he's hiiigh. He gotta sleep here." Y/N whined, blatantly ignoring her brother's inquiry, which was an answer on its own.

"I swear." He pinched his nose, shaking his head in disappointment. "Okay, Eddie you come to my room. And you" he pointed at Y/n. "be thankful I don't feel like waking up mom."

"You're an angel." She sighed in contempt, planting a loud smooch on Dustin's forehead, which made him shove her away with a disgusted face.

"Do I get a kiss too?" I blurted out without giving my words a second thought. "I'm sorry I—"

"Excuse you?" The curly haired boy seemed so outraged that I wouldn't have been shocked if he had punched me in the spot. "I swear on my mother's life— Y/n!"

Dustin was shocked. I was shocked.

Y/n clearly wasn't, since she had been the one to take a surprisingly firm hold of my face in order to plant a kiss on my mouth.

Her lips felt so divine that I would have sworn I had died and ascended to heaven, and the weed was not helping that feeling, only alienating me further from reality.

It was short lasting, and left me wishing for her to kiss me silly.

It was Dustin's yank on my arm the thing that snapped me out of my trance. "No more sucking face, okay?!" He scolded us both, wrenching my form in the hall's direction. "Go to sleep, Y/n. Now." He ordered as we left the room.

She gifted me an apologetic smile before mouthing a 'night, Eddie', leaning on the door frame. Our eyes stayed locked until Dustin shoved me into his own room, not so far from Y/n's.

"What is WRONG WITH YOU?!" he seethed, shutting the door behind him. "My sister?! Really, Eddie?! And she's HIGH!"

"I'm sorry, man—" I tried in vain to apologize, Taking a seat in the freshman's armchair while he paced.

"No! Shut up!" He pointed a menacing finger at me. "I explicitly told you she's OFF. LIMITS. Do I have to spell it..."

My attention, sooner rather than later, drifted from Dustin's tantrum to a way more compelling topic; whatever had happened in the last hours.

It was just starting to dawn on me how surreal the situation had really been. Y/n and I had gone in one night from exchanging a couple of words in class to... To that.

And what the fuck was that exactly? Was it a one time experience? Would we go back to have simple interactions, such as greeting each other in high school halls and commenting Mrs. Click's class while she waited for Dustin at the cafeteria? Because I didn't know how awkward would that be.

I felt like I knew Y/n in a way I would have never expected to know her, and that had transformed my dumb high school crush into stupid fucking butterflies in my stomach at the thought of her.

"...Are you listening to me?!"

"Y-yeah." I shamelessly lied, fidgeting with my rings. Just like Y/n had been animatedly doing for a little while, earlier.

Why had she kissed me?

Fuck, I had way more questions than answers. I couldn't help but wonder whether she had done it because she was high or... Maybe because she... Liked me?

No way.

I buried my face in my palms, completely unaware of what Dustin might have been saying. I doubted I would obtain any answers to questions I would never have the guts to ask, so the best thing to do was to focus on the positive side of it all.

Y/n had turned a boring, borderline depressing Friday night into what would most likely be the best night of the year.

I couldn't hold back the smile that thought put on my face.

[professionallydeadinside]

"What's the weirdest thing you've done as a kid?"

“What’s the weirdest thing you’ve done as a kid?” 

“That’s the question you went with?” Prince groaned, straining slightly against the metric fuck ton of medical equipment hooked up to her. Seems getting hit by a truck took a bigger toll on a person then she thought. 

“I didn’t see much of you growing up so answer the damn question.” Percy snapped back. 

That’s right, he was alive. Somehow Percy proved to be just as lucky as her with how long he’d been able to survive just barely alive. Maybe even luckier considering how he’d healed much faster then her. But even after everything Prince had done, she’d still woken up to her younger brother crying next to her, claiming he had just yawned. He’d stuck around. 

Prince thought for a moment.

“I used to steal dad’s suit jackets and wear them.” She smirked. “And I know you used to steal mom’s dresses, so we’re even.” Percy blushed.

“I was five.” He muttered, crossing his arms and resting them on the side of Prince’s bed. She had half a mind to kick them off. 

“My turn. Who did you like more, mom or dad?” 

Percy scoffed, brushing his fingers through his hair.

“Mom, obviously.”

That was a surprise to her.

“Obviously?” 

“Well, yeah. Mom was nicer. She actually loved me.” His sister didn’t answer. 

“What about you?” 

“Dad. Obviously.” Prince said in a mocking manner. Percy scrunched his nose.

“Yeah no, I don’t see that. Dad was nothing but a constant source of eggshells you had to walk around.” 

“But he adored you! He did everything for you!” 

“Everything? Like making me stay in jail for four days for a false charge?” 

“Oh that was your fucking fault.” 

“My fault? Who cares if it was my fault. Who would want all the bullshit dad put us through anyway.” 

“What?!” Prince raised her voice. “I wanted it! Do you know what I would do to get a glance from him? How could you not be happy?!”

“‘Being around the fucking White Death’ and ‘happy’ aren’t words that fucking coexist. I lost my childhood to him!” 

Prince was ready to scream. Ready to yell back every thought that had ever crossed her mind, vocalize any moment where she pleaded so desperately for her to switch places with her brother. 

A beeping of the rising heart monitor stopped both siblings in their tracks. The click-clack of high heels made them hurry to reposition themselves so it didn’t look so blatantly obvious that they were about to kill each other. 

“Okay? Everything okay?” A concerned nurse popped her head in. Prince didn’t answer, she vaguely heard Percy saying everything was fine. 

They both paused, silence settling around them. 

Percy leaned back in his chair, breathing heavily and looking like he was going to cry again. God, he can’t cry right now, Prince didn’t know if she could handle it. Everything was going to be fine, she was still alive but so was he. But now she didn’t even have a reason to kill him. All she had was a brother who was on the brink of crying after worrying himself sick about her. 

She knew she couldn’t say sorry when she wasn’t. She knew if her brother deserved anything it was something genuine. And right now, that wasn’t an apology. Prince cleared her throat. 

“What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?” 

Percy didn’t respond. Maybe he never would. Maybe Prince would finally learn her lesson and see the consequences to her actions, that she won’t always have someone to instantly forgive her but instead would have to- 

“Pistachio.” He replied. And he smiled too. 

“Ew.” Prince fake gagged and ruffled his hair. 

They laughed. 

“We should get ice cream.” Prince said quietly, looking off into a spot on the wall, she looked back at him. 

“Once I’m out.” 

Percy smiled.

“I’d like that.”

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@caramelcheesegay this is that weird dream I was telling you about aggeess ago.

So earlier this year I had the weirdest dream you've ever heard and I kept a record of it, so here it is.

Basically, there was an infection that was sort of like the one in the maze runner. Ya know, turns people into zombies sort of thing? Anyway, that was happening and basically it's the apocalypse.

Then, I was on a bus and as we were driving along, there were people in front of buildings with posters and stuff that were making fun of science teachers (I don't know). Like full on protesting against the existence of science teachers.

Next thing I know we're getting off the bus and people are turning into horses and we're all getting on them and riding. I'm at the front of the pack now and am around a corner, out of sight from everyone else and my horse starts trying to get me off. It succeeds and I land really hard on the ground. I run after it to try and stop it from jumping into a nearby school, but fail and it jumps over the fence.

I'm freaking out at this point. I turn around and when I turn back, there's this massive, weird, unicorn, rhino thing. So, imagine a child's drawing of a unicorn that looks kind of like a rhino and is white with some grey dirt on it. That's what this thing looked like. It was mAsSiVe. Probably 3 metres tall and 6-7 meters long.

Anyway, everyone's freaking out and running around and my horse turns back into a human and it's a guy I know. I'm annoyed at him now and I yell (word for word) 'damn you' over the crowd and he smirks and disappears. I run away and find a group of normal people fighting the zombie people. I try to get to the other side but I get cornered by another person I know (@caramelcheesegay this was you here). At this point I accept my fate because I want to go and get revenge of the person who was the horse I was riding for chucking me off onto the floor. So I get turned into a zombie or whatever.

The 3D version of the child's drawn unicorn rhino will haunt me forever.

[jellogram]

Okay so I've got a little story for you, courtesy of reddit. It's the Whistler story, which you may have heard if you use reddit a lot, but you may not know the explanation.

So someone responds to one of those "what's the weirdest unexplained thing you've witnessed posts" with his story about the whistler. When he was a kid in Michigan, he was out walking the dog with his mom when they heard a very particular two-note whistle that sounded strangely human. He remembers his mom looking scared, and telling him to go inside. A few weeks later he's out walking the dog alone and he hears the whistle again, remembers his mom's reaction, and runs back inside.

So then when he's in his twenties, about fifteen years later, he's at a lake in South Dakota with his girlfriend watching fourth of july fireworks and a man in a kayak paddles by, too far to see much detail, but he's whistling the exact same two-note pattern. There's actually a video of this that you can watch, recorded by the storyteller who already had his camera out to record the fireworks (link). He gets freaked out, wondering how the hell someone followed him across state lines to whistle the same phrase at him, and if you watch the video you can tell that the vibes are definitely creepy. He yells at the man "WHO ARE YOU?" but he doesn't answer.

So this is the story he shares on reddit. A whole lot of people are baffled by it, and it makes several reddit compilations and generally becomes a fairly well known reddit mystery. Nobody seems to have any explanation and everyone is confused and a little creeped out. But then the birdwatchers chime in.

The two-note phrase he heard is a very common call that birders make to summon a Black-Capped Chickadee, a bird native to both Michigan and South Dakota. It is likely that each occasion he heard the call, it was a different person trying to summon chickadees. There's still a few gaps in the story, like he doesn't explain why he didn't ask his mom about the event later, so my guess is that he misread her emotions at the time because he was only 8 years old. It's unlikely that the kayak man would have been summoning chickadees during a firework show so I think it may have just been a habit for him. You can hear how it echoes in the video. I think maybe he just liked the acoustics and was whistling the first thing that came to mind.

I love this story because I think it encapsulates a lot of things I enjoy about both the internet and human life. If you are missing the right pieces of a story, the most mundane occurrences can become surreal. In this case, the missing piece was the knowledge of a common bird call. By posting online, he just so happened to reach a handful of people who had the right answers, and weren't missing the same piece. In some ways it can be boring to find an explanation. We'd like to believe that surreal things can happen, and who knows, maybe they do. But sometimes it's just bird calls. Human behavior is so varied and random and impossible to account for, and personally I think that's cooler than paranormal events.

[berrieluv]

Hi! I love this headcanon/preference thingy so here I go: how do you think James Potter, TASM!Peter Parker, Isaac Lahey and Pietro Maximoff would react to you giving them a pet name?

Hope you have a nice day! 💚

omg i loveeeed this mix

ok first of all, my favorite (not that i love the others less but c'mon it's james potter)

he would be like really chill

i mean he's a pet names man, he gives them to everyone and most of his friends have one for him,

you also think it's not big deal since he calls you nick names all the time

but james would be the kind of guy who's love language it's nick names, so the first time you call him "baby" it's like an "i love you" to him,

and of course he's happy and all but he already knows you love him, i mean, you've explicitly tell him "i love you"

so every time you use a pet name for him james translate them as an "i love you"

he'll loose his mind if you ever go back to call him "james" or "jamie" or something that has to do with his name

he will be quickly looking for what did wrong

poor boy would be so worried

but yeah, pet names are pretty common in your relationship

TASM!Peter Parker

for peter it would be weird

he was used to being call "nerd", "loser" and degrading thing

so the first time he ever hears someone calling him "pretty", "baby", "darling", "love" or anything that doesn't mean to insult him, his heart would be so full of love

he'll ask you to repeat it, over and over again

i think the first pet name you'll ever use for him it's "pretty boy", and it just slipped out of your mouth one night you were studying

"we've been all day studying. let's just go to sleep, pretty boy"

and his full attention is on you now, his shiny eyes looking deeply at your figure, trying to figure out if he heard you right

"say it again"

"let's go to sleep?"

"no, no. the last thing, say it again, please"

he pouts at you and gives you that puppy look, how could you say no to him

"pretty boy?" "yes" "you're my pretty boy, peter, what's the fuss?"

"say it again"

"again, for me, please"

"one last time and i'll go to sleep i promise"

Isaac Lahey

for isaac it's like the weirdest feeling ever

he never felt so much love in his entire life

and it seems just like an innocent nick name but you say it with such love in it his heart just melts

isaac would even have a special look in his eyes, only dedicated to let you know when he need you calling him by a pet name

he's too stressed? he'll look at you that way and you'll drop a "baby" in his way

he's sad? just a look and you'll be calling him "darling" over and over

derek yelled at him? you know that look to well that he needs you saying "sweetheart"

horny? there's nothing that turns isaac more than "my love"

Pietro Maximoff

he'll be so cocky about it

he knows he's hot

so when you call him "cupcake" he'll make so much fun of you

but he liked it, he really, really did

he'll tease you all the time

and pietro is a really horny man so he's always making sex references (and oral sex more than anything)

"c'mon sweat pea, don't cha wanna taste this cupcake" he'll say, opening his legs on the couch and quickly looking down at his crotch to put his eyes again in you "your cupcake"

you wanna call him daddy? he's up to that nickname too, he'll be the daddiest of the daddies for you

he would never forgive you for when you called him speedy

but it's fine because it's you, so you can call him however you like

but his all time favorite would be "cupcake", every time you'll say it he knows what you want him to do

it was like a pavlov experiment, pietro hears "cupcake" coming from your mouth and he gets rock hard

he'll thrown a tantrum when he sees him using "cupcake" doesn't do anything to you

but you want it, you got it, say "cupcake" and you'll have pietro maximoff following you around like a puppy waiting for his food

and he wasn't that far from being

[glowstick-cafe]

Abandoned||SBI x hybrid!reader

SBIx hybrid!reader

Genre: Angst

Warning: Violence, Swearing, implied injury??

I use the Doomsday war to my advantage, that just feels right.

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Dark

Why is everything dark?

I-Why can't I see?!

Why can't I move my wings?!

Dad! Help me, I'm scared!

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6

"Dad! Help me, I'm scared!" Tears rolled down my face as I clung to the tree branch, "Y/n, it's ok! Keep your eyes on me and jump." Philza yelled. You were playing hide and seek with your brothers and managed to get stuck in a tree, which is why you're in this situation. "W-What if I fall?!" I yelled back, my tears blurred my vision, the only thing recognizable to me was Phil's white and green bucket hat. "I'll catch catch you. I promise." He said, his calming voice relaxing me. You took his word of it and jumped from the branch, you expecting to hit the ground or Phil's arm at least but with a small peak you saw that you were flying. "D-Dad....I'm flying!" You yelled excitedly while Philza was clutching his chest as if his heart was about to collapse on itself. If you were to ask him about it today, he would say that it was the most stressful day of his life.

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14

"Tech, c'mon!" You whined, as your brother payed not mind to the fact that you were bothering or well at least trying to bother him. "Y/n, for chirst sake stop annoying your brother." Philza said, he just wanted some peace and quiet in the house for once and you were the only thing keeping it from that. "Y/n, I've already told you that you can't go outside with me a night, you're going to get hurt." The pink haired piglin murmured, "I can protect myself, you know this." "No, is no." He said in a stern tone making you huff in annoyance.

"Go with him, I won't tell a soul." Wilbur's voice cheered, his red beanie rested lazily on his head as he leaned on the couch. "Thank you, I'll do your chores for 3 days." "Make it a week." "Fine." After that little exchange you ran out the door to find Techno.

Deep into the forest you silently trail behind your brother while hiding behind trees and bushes, upon hearing a sudden noise that surprised you, you turned around to see your brother nowhere in sight. Your breath quicken as you looked around the forest in panick, where the hell is he?, while walking through the forest you bumped into someone, "Techno! I'm so glad to see yo-AAAA!" You cut yourself off to find out that instead stood a zombie, you backed yourself into a tree which left you nowhere to go, as much as you wanted to use your wings it was useless since the zombie could just grab you. "I can't believe I'm going to die to a zombie-" You managed to say, your terror was short lived because Techno stabbed the zombie through the heart. "Techno, I'm so sorry for following you. I almost got killed and-" Your rambling was cut short due to the sudden hug from the piglin, "I'm just glad your ok, I don't know what I'd do with myself if you got hurt." He whispered, all you could do was cry into his never as he carried you home.

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17

"Dad, I'm not six anymore, I take care of myself. Techno gets to move out, what about me?!" You yelled, it was anthor fight between you and Phil, it's been getting more worse everytime. "The difference between you and Techno is that he proved that he can take care of himself." Phil argued back making you more annoyed. "When did it become about proving something? All I'm asking you to do is trust me, when did the become so hard to do?!" You screamed, you were at your limit, you ran out of the house and flew up to sit on the roof.

You were left to your thought until you heard a familiar voice, "It's rough in there haha..." Wilbur said, he was trying to make you feel better but he mentally cursed himself for even saying that. "You know he's trying his best right?" He sighed, Wilbur took a seat next to you and stared at the sky. Phil, Tommy, Wilbur, Techno and you used to sit on the roof and talk about the weirdest of things while watching the sunset, but not that Techno left to love on his on it doesn't feel the same. "Yeah, but I wish he'd do the bare minimum and treat me like I'm seventeen." I mumbled letting out a deep sigh, "Well, just know that I have your back no matter what, ok?" Wilbur reassured, he put out his pinky finger and you did the same, "Ok..." You gave the brunette a small smile then turning your attention back to the sunset.

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"Now you've done it ya lil shit!" You jokingly yelled, you chase Tommy around the living room while Phil was making dinner and Wilbur was writing a song in his book. "Dad help! Y/n is brutally murdering me!" Tommy yelled while Phil hummed, not paying any attention to the blonde. "Imbeciles! Everyone of you in this house, imbeciles!" The blonde chanted while everyone laughed at you piled your entire weight on the boy.

Later in the night you heard a knock on your door, you utter a gentle come in to see Tommy. "What's up bud?" You ask, you sat up to look at him, "You know how Phil is finally letting you go live on your own?" You hummed and watced the boy try to find his word. "I...I don't want you to go-" He said, his voice sounding shakes which alarmed you.

"Is that was this is about? C'mon, sit." You sighed and patted a spot on you bed signaling for him to sit. "I know that you're going to miss me but just know that you'll have to get used to not having me around, I'm sure Wilbur feels the same. I believe in you, big man." I said while ruffling his hair, his expression seemed like he still wasn't read to let go. "But what about when you wake me up when I don't want to get up? What about you kicking me under the table during dinner, what about when I need you to tell me that everything is find? What about-" He paused to collect his thoughts. "Y/n, what am I without you?" His words made me halt, "Yourself..."

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Doomsday

"You chose your side Y/n, Techno and I chose ours." Phil spoke, his tone cold and devoid of care."But, I thought- I thought we were a family." I say, Philza only wince at my words. I look up at him, Techno, and Dream as they set off the TNT dropper, with little time I tried to fly away I kept missing the TNT only by a kiss and a prayer until, "Y/n look out!" Tommy yelled, I quickly look behind me see TNT about to explode, out of instinct I use my wing to shield me.

Dark

Why is everything dark?

I-Why can't I see?!

Why can't I move my wings?!

Dad! Help me, I'm scared!

Why is no one there?

Dad-No, Phil, Techno, Wilbur, Tommy.....where are you?

My body felt like it was about the give out, I was losing a lot of blood. "I guess this is how I die...Techno can't save me this time." I chuckled to myself, "I wonder how one of Wilbur's songs go... Jubilee Line, was it?" I paused.

"Wasting your time

You're wasting mine

I hate to see you leaving

A fate worse than dying

Your city gave me asthma

So that's why I'm fucking leaving."

While I was singing a voice called out to me, it seems like I was buried under a pile of rocks...cool I guess. A hand reached and pulled me out of the dark creavis, surprising me completely.

I didn't realize how relieved I was to not die until I stole a hug from the person that saved me, he smelled of blueberries and heaven he was wear a colorful hoodie and a sea foam green swirl on the front. "It's ok, everything will be ok." Even his soft voice resembled an angel, I cried into his hoodie an. The man hugging me whispered small reassurances as my tears stain his hoodie, in that moment I've never been this scared to let someone go.

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I hoped you liked this because I sure did, I shall go pass out now. It's 3:06am rn.

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The Weirdest Sitcom - Jack Kline Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: The Weirdest Sitcom

Pairing: Jack Kline X Reader

Requested: by @fitzs-trained-monkey

Word Count: 2,085 words

Warning(s): mention of blood and violence

Summary: Jack had hurt too many people. They felt like they were a danger to everyone around them. This led to them running away from the bunker and stumbling upon (Y/n). (Y/n) accepted them and was actually pretty happy to have someone else around... even if it was only for a little while.

Author's Note: I kinda love the vibe this gives off.

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Imagine this.

I was walking down an alley, my bag was closed and secured over my shoulder. I had made friends with the owner of a local restaurant. She would give me food, though her wife wasn't comfortable with me hanging around. I was happy.

The scraps and extras kept my normal hunger at bay for a little while longer.

I was a vampire.

I was disowned by my nest when I refused to hunt people. Since then, I was homeless. I was now 18 and trying my best. I kept myself covered at all times and made sure to keep an eye out for any and all hunters.

Anyway, back to the real story.

I had food and water and a few books from the library tucked in my bag as I made my way through the alley to the abandoned trainyard that I had begun to call home. After putting all of my things in their rightful and safe spots in my train car, I climbed up to the top with a book.

I was happily reading, ignoring the world and all of the problems I faced when I heard something. It was like someone was trying to open a door.

I sat up, closing my book. As soon as I moved, I was met with the sweetest smell I had ever experienced. It almost overwhelmed me.

I had to take a moment to adjust before I climbed down the ladder. I plopped onto the ground to see some person trying to get into my train car. It was then that I noticed how dark it was outside.

"Hey," I yelled. "What the hell are you doing?!"

The person stepped back, clearly scared, and held their hands up. They didn't look like they had been living on the street for a long time. They didn't know better. They had pale, smooth skin with blonde hair and blue eyes. Thier clothes were clean.

"Who are you," I asked.

"I'm Jack," they replied. "I'm sorry. I just need a place to stay."

"Well, this train car is mine," I crossed my arms.

Jack looked down. I bit the inside of my cheek. They looked like a puppy that had been kicked out in the cold. They went to walk away.

"Wait," I called. "Fine, you can stay. But... stay on your side."

They smiled at me before nodding. I yanked the door open and climbed in, holding out a hand to help them in. They looked around like they were impressed by the space.

"So... why are you on the street, Jack," I asked, walking over to the corner I had claimed. They walked to the adjacent corner and sat down.

"I hurt some people," they explained. "It was an accident but I wanted to protect my family. So I left until I can control... myself."

"Really," I asked. They nodded. I was still trying my best to ignore the sweet smell that they were basically radiating. "What are you?"

"What?"

"Sorry, you can call it instincts but... I can tell you're not human, not completely," I explained.

"My mom was," they replied. "My dad... my dad is an angel."

"Nephilim," I asked. They nodded. "Damn. That's awesome."

"Awesome?"

"Yeah," I replied. "I've read about them. Damn near unlimited power, wings, all the jazz. It's really cool."

"Oh," they looked down for a moment with a small grin on their face.

Yeah, it's the weirdest sitcom concept you've ever heard, isn't it? The Nephilim and the Vampire. We could make good money off of the idea.

"What were their names," I asked. They looked back at me. "Your parents?"

"My mom's name was Kelly," they said. "My dad was... Lucifer, but I'm trying really hard to not be like him! I don't even think of him as 'dad'. My dad is Castiel, another angel."

"You have quite the family tree," I noted. They nodded. "So, you said 'was', is your mom... dead?"

"She died giving birth to me," they looked down.

"Shit, I'm sorry," I sat up straighter. "I shouldn't have brought that up."

They just shook their head. I sat silently for a minute.

"I could help you," I said. "I mean, control your powers. I know a lot about Nephilim and it may help to have someone else there."

Jack smiled at me before nodding.

"Okay, umm, tomorrow," I said before going to lay down. "Goodnight, Jack."

"Goodnight," they laid flat on their back.

--Time Skip--

We spent the next few days doing a strange version of training.

I had grabbed trash can lids and told Jack to stand a ways away.

"Alright," I called. "I'm gonna throw these up and you're going to use your power to throw them against the train car back there."

They held a thumbs up.

I threw the trash can lid in the air, stepping back slightly. Jack held their hand out and the lid went flying. We did that three more times with no trouble.

"That was amazing," I cheered. Jack smiled, proud of themself.

I went to walk over and pick them up. Then, one of them came flying off the ground. I yelled and ducked just as it flew past me and into Jack's hands. I stared at them as they held it.

"Holy crap," I muttered, starting to hope I hadn't gotten in over my head.

We also tried to work on the potential of teleporting. I would hide while Jack had their eyes closed and they had to teleport to me.

We'd test how long they could hold something still without dropping it.

Honestly, the training became a lot of fun.

Outside of training, Jack had stopped staying in their corner of the train car. At night, we would both sit together and eat. Then, we would get as comfortable as possible before I would read some of that night's book to them until we were both tired.

It was about two weeks into this pattern when Jack first told me about Mary. They wanted to help the people that had been protecting them and they wanted to see if she was alive in an alternate reality. Apparently, the people blamed them for their mom being taken away.

So, we spent as long as possible reading and researching.

Eventually, we found out that dreamwalkers would be the only way to achieve what Jack wanted.

"Thank you," Jack said quietly one night as we were getting ready to fall asleep. "For helping me so much. I wouldn't be able to do any of this without you."

"You're welcome, Jack," I mumbled.

As awkwardly as you'd expect it to be, Jack leaned over and kissed me softly. I sat in shock for a moment, eyes wide open as they pulled away.

"Was that too much," they asked.

"No," I shook my head. "It just shocked me."

"Oh," they replied.

"It was really nice."

--Time Skip--

Jack was out visiting a dreamwalker and I finally indulged my hunger. I had been late at night just so Jack didn't see it.

I never fed on humans. Like some homeless Cullen sibling, I would snag small animals just to make sure I didn't starve.

I was feeding on a squirrel I had snagged when I saw Jack pop back in from the corner of my eye. I knew I didn't have time to hide what I had been doing. I slowly looked up at them.

"What are you doing," they asked, eyebrows furrowed. But they didn't seem disgusted.

"I... god... I'm a vampire," I explained. "I didn't want to feed on people so my nest sent me away. That's why I live here. I don't feed on people. I snag small animals to hold me over."

"Oh," Jack nodded. I stood up and threw the squirrel's corpse out of the train car and toward the forest. I walked to the bucket the I filled with water. We didn't drink out of it, it's just to clean my hands and mouth. "I can cure you."

"What," I asked.

"I have all of this power," they explained. "I'm sure if I can open gates to other worlds, I can cure you."

I thought about the idea. If I did this and it failed, I would die or just go on as I was. If I did this and it worked, I could have a normal life. I could move forward. I nodded.

We walked over to the sleeping corner and I laid on my back. Jack knelt next to me. They were about to touch my temple when I grabbed their hand.

"No matter what happens, thank you," I said. "Thank you."

They smiled and nodded. I let go of their hand.

They touched my temple.

I immediately felt pain. It was a fire flowing through my veins. As it got more and more intense, I reached out to Jack, grabbing their free hand for comfort.

Then, after some lightning struck outside, it was over. I was breathing deeply. I looked at Jack, who was still grinning at me.

Their usual sweet smell faded. I wasn't smelling their blood anymore. I started crying, knowing that it had worked.

"What's wrong," Jack asked. I sat up and hugged them tightly.

"I'm just happy," I whispered into their ear. "So, so happy."

Jack hugged me back.

--Next Day--

The next day, Jack and I woke up to two people yelling. We were still holding hands, curled up under our blankets. I jumped up, walking toward the door. Jack followed.

They seemed happy.

"Sam, Dean," Jack opened the door with no hesitation but I jumped away. Sam and Dean... as in Winchester?

The three of them were talking. They knew the brothers. They hugged Jack. I slowly looked out from around the corner.

"You brought the Winchesters here," I asked. Jack looked at me, clearly confused. "Vampires tell stories when two hunters manage to stop the apocalypse more than once."

"Vampire," the one with short hair said.

"Not anymore," Jack explained. "I cured (Y/n)."

"Cured," the other Winchester asked.

Jack nodded. They held a hand out to me. They helped me down and into the sunshine. It didn't hurt. I was normal.

"(Y/n) is the reason I knew about dreamwalkers and I can control my powers so much better," Jack continued, still holding my hand. "Their nest disowned them when they didn't want to feed on people. I wanted to take them to the bunker."

"Where are you living," the long-haired one asked.

I pointed at the train car.

The brothers looked at each other, a silent argument and agreement.

"Grab whatever personal items and clothes you have," the man continued. "Umm... I'm Sam, that one's Dean."

I nodded. I grabbed my bag and walked back to them.

"Are you guys really going to let me stay?"

"Jack trusts you," Dean shrugged. "You seem genuinely cured."

"And you'll be the first to kill me if I step out of line?"

"Possibly."

I nodded. I followed them to their car quietly. Jack held on tightly to my hand.

"Can we stop somewhere," I asked. "I have a friend that offered me some old clothes. It could save a lot of time."

The brothers nodded. Jack and I sat in the back seat, holding hands across the seat. Sam had gotten out of the car to get the bags from the kind woman I had come to know. She had talked to me through a rolled-down window, wishing me well. After that, I rolled up the window and waited.

"So, you two are...," Dean looked at us.

"Together," Jack confirmed with no hesitation. "Trust me, we've even kissed."

"Just checking," Dean gave us a thumbs up, turning back to the front.

--Time Skip--

I took in a deep breath as I sat in my new room. I had showered and dressed in fresh clothes. I had brushed my teeth, which I had never given up because of the very kind woman that took care of me as much as she could.

I was relaxing on the new sheets, ready to go to bed when the door crept open. Jack was standing there. They were clean and happy too.

"I didn't realize that I had gotten used to laying next to you," they mumbled. I scooted over, waving them over.

Jack shut the door and joined me on the bed. I wrapped my arms around them and curled into them. They mimicked me.

Home. We were home.

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The stuff you've posted about abuse has really helped me, do you mind talking about what happened?

Yeah so hello readmore. As you seem to already know, my inbox is open if you need anything else. I use the IM thing too.

I’m glad that my stuff is helping you, I won’t share everything but I’ll explain some of the different stuff I’ve endured. I know I felt like I was somehow alone and living the same life as everyone else at the time, like it was normal and nobody would understand. So I understand why you’d ask this.

We’ll start with childhood. The basic building blocks of how I lived as a kid are:

My mom would spoil my brother while degrading me for existing. He was perfect but I could never do anything right. I always feel like maybe I made this up, like it wasn’t that bad, but I vividly remember instances like standing in the middle of the store and asking for a t-shirt, getting a no, then watching her say yes to my brother for the same t-shirt. She ponied up a shit ton of dough to get him into football and soccer, but she wouldn’t let me go to my choir concerts even though it was REQUIRED for a grade in my class and took me out of soccer the second I got scouted for an advanced league. I wasn’t allowed to be good at anything and I wasn’t allowed to have nice things.

If I tried to figure myself out and express my identity, I was punished. A friend painted my nails at lunch at school one day in middle school, it was a pale color, you could barely see it. Another parent had bought it for their child, so I can’t imagine it was like Harlet Brand. There was nothing wrong with it, but when I came home she emptied out a bottle of nail polish remover and made me sit still as a statue and hit me if I moved. I had to sit there for almost a full 24 hours without peeing or eating or drinking water, I wasn’t allowed to move until the nail polish ate itself in the remover. I wasn’t even allowed to rub my fingers over the polish. I was always put in adult size XXXXL, t-shirts were three quarter length sleeved and went to my knees. If I didn’t disappear in it and it didn’t look like I was just a pile of clothes, it was too small. My friends would buy me things for my birthday out of pity but my mom always took everything away immediately, their mothers felt so bad and I never knew what to do about it. She didn’t even throw this stuff that I wasn’t allowed to have away or donate it; she reveled in keeping it in her room like a trophy. She liked me being able to see that the stuff that I wanted was still there but I couldn’t have it.

She shaved my head at every opportunity.

She beat me for just about every reason I can imagine that she could think of. My brother pissed her off? Beat me. She had a bad day at work? Beat me. I didn’t do enough for her? Beat me. I literally broke bones. I have scars to this day.

She used me as a slave. Even back as far as I can remember in like elementary school, I was the one in charge of cooking for everyone, I was in charge of cleaning up after everyone, and I did all of the laundry. There was not a chore that was not my responsibility.

She liked to tell me that I was going to grow up to be as big as her. That I would be as ugly as her. That I would be her. She’d tell me my life was worthless, that she brought me into this world and she could take me out of it. She’d tell me that I couldn’t do anything. I’ve always loved to sing, but if she ever heard a peep she would always berate me for it. She’d tell me I was terrible and a bother for having an interest. That I shouldn’t even be seen, let alone heard. My brother would join in on this. They’d laugh.

Nothing was ever allowed to be wrong with me either, which really fucks me up. I fell down the stairs and twisted my knee so hard it was purple and she told me to walk it off, then laughed and called me a sissy lala when I cried because it hurt. I broke my funny bone on her work property and the only reason we even know that is because even though she was laughing at my bleeding nose, chipped tooth, and steadily growing arm that was changing green and blue and purple and calling me a pansy for saying it hurt, her boss INSISTED she take me to the hospital.

She ripped my cast off by force less than a week later. Said I’d only use it for pity and I didn’t need it anyway.

The next step from there was total neglect. There’s a big story for me going to the children’s shelter, but she basically was just like whatever I don’t want him and then proceeded to not give a shit about trying to see me. She basically just washed her hands of me.

In my later teen years, after I’d been in the foster care system and started taking care of myself, she ended up back in my life. Things are going fuzzy, I don’t remember how. But, at this time:

She no longer beat me. In fact, she acted like it never happened and just didn’t acknowledge it at all. I think that is the most terrifying thing she’s ever done.

She would tell me a sob story about how her landlord was coming for x, y, or z and then ask me if I could come over to help her clean up. She’d tell me that her landlord would kick her out if they saw how much of a mess her house was and she’d say she had no idea what else to do. I would spend a whole week straight cleaning her house. She wouldn’t help at all.

But she would laugh at me in front of my friends. She’d offer to take us out to dinner and then tell stories about what a pathetic little sniveling child I was.

When a boyfriend cheated on me and tried to throw me down her stairs and started ripping the gutters off her home, she looked at me bleeding and sobbing on the floor and said I’d let go of the best thing that had ever happened to me. That nobody else would love me and whatever he had done couldn’t possibly be bad enough to warrant robbing HER of time with him.

Then there’s the monster ex:

I always want to say that things started out slow and escalated, but that’s a lie. The first thing he did that was abusive was manipulating me into thinking his ex was the devil. He had me thinking this girl was making him want to kill himself, and he constantly sent me after he like an attack dog. I know that she wasn’t doing anything wrong because I do eventually simmer down and try to talk things out and all it took was a few simple screencaps to show the monster ex was a damned liar. He admitted it too when called out and we eventually became friends? Like it was the weirdest mindfuck he’s ever pulled. He tried to make his ex kill herself, then sent me to make her want to kill herself, and then we were friends. I even woke up from a drunk night wearing HER pants once. I drew abs on the woman. I think this is why he has yet to actually send anyone my way to bitch me out. He always has people yell at people, but not me. Not once. Because he learned that sending people to yell at someone for something that never happened ALWAYS backfires.

The first err against me was after we’d moved in together. We were really happy, and I know he likes to play like he was never happy now that all is said and done, but that’s just more abuse. It’s his way of erasing his blame and making it look like he is some Super Pathetic Victim. He cheated. And he lied. To someone his ex knew too, more than once. It was a whole thing. Like he was laughing to my face and we were cuddling and I tied him to the heater and fucked him silly, but he still needed to have some pity to feed off of, so he made up some stuff. Which he admitted. But then kept doing. She kept falling for it. He would say stuff like he was going to steal my wallet in the middle of the night and run off to be Hummelberry in NY. I don’t even think he was really cheating because he liked the girl or because he wanted to cheat, he just wanted her to pity him to The Highest Extent.

Even just this far, there is obviously only one reason a person would stay with a person like that. And that reason is abuse. It’s fucking powerful.

He would ride my coattails whenever I’d do something online, and if people paid attention to me he had to push in too. He loved it when people loved us. Then he would start contolling the things I did. I cannot tell you how many times I admined a group and had to watch as he abused people in the group. He was so terrible. But I couldn’t say anything, I couldn’t stop him.

And he’d control who I could talk to, who I could write with in groups. He liked to ship wreck my ships. He’d already have like 5 ships with me and then he’d decide to make a 6th character and his FIRST move was always finding one of my character’s to ruin. He literally brought his abuse into character. He abused one of my rp characters in the same way he abuses me and the ENTIRE rp was SO uncomfortable.

It wasn’t until I started telling him to stop treating me like shit that things got really heated up. I never understood it and it drove me insane at the time, but he would abuse me and I would say he was abusing me and he would nod his head and tell me he understood. We’d have a heart to heart convo about how he was hurting me and how he could avoid doing that in the future. I’d ask him to remember to consider me as a human being all the time, he always forgot I wasn’t just a stepping stool. But we’d get to a good place and I’d think he understood. He would have expressed his heartfelt desire to do better and be a better person— but then he would go online and throw pity parties about how terrible I was.

He had a huge love of gaslighting or making shit up. He would post about me on his blog to get attention all the time, and talk to his friends about me. Just lie, right through his teeth. Nothing was too outrageous for him to go for. He had to villify me, and as far as I’m concerned that’s abuse too. It’s practically cyberbullying when it’s done in a tightknit community. He’s sent me anon hate, he’s sent my friends anon hate, and he’s sent anon hate to other blogs about me. He’s also signed hate to other blogs about me, even after I finally got him out of my life. He can’t breathe without using lies about me to host a pity party. That feels like abuse to me. His lies weren’t ever even all that good. He’d be as bad as to say “I want you all to give me money so I can spend it on me” and then say “I wanted to give HIM that money, not me! I’m a saint!” Like…. the original post is right there with the words “for myself” written right on it but okay?

My mind is really going fuzzy now, so I’ll leave a really short list that will cover like 1/1000th of his daily abuse. Some of the every day things included:

Making me out to be the bad guy if I ever asked for anything

Guilting me for telling him when he did things that hurt me

Telling me things like that I wasn’t worth being treated with common decency, right to my face, just because he was mad. 

He pushed and pulled with his attention and affection a lot. He was always very manipulative in the way that he would pay attention or talk to me and be super sweet and then flip it when he got what he wanted. 

He was also very manipulative in the way he would be sweet to me and then shit talk me behind my back. Kind of like how he we romantic with me while cheating behind my back. I’m poly. Bro. Literally all you had to do was respect me as the person you’re already dating and a s k.

Signing into my messengers, reading my private stuff, especially after we fought, so that he could see what I was saying to my friends. If I ever dared to ask for help from someone, or said a word about him that wasn’t sparkling, he would immediately start another fight. 

Calling me fat - I will never forget this. I literally said, “If I were this big, I would jump off the roof and kill myself, I 100% cannot handle that I am freaking out” and he replied, “Well, you’re that big.” I’ve had serious eating disorders since childhood, fucking asshole. I don’t care what excuse a person can come up with, there is none for that. Even if your worst enemy says, “I’ll kill myself if ___” you do NOT reply with, “well, ____” unless you’re ABSOLUTE garbage. He tries to claim that he was only with me because he thought I’d kill myself if he left, that making shit up is another abuse thing, but if he gave a shit about my mental health or if I killed myself…. why the fuck did he tell me I was fat right after I specifically said I would kill myself if I was fat??????? And he knows I’m not lying. It wasn’t a funny haha I’d kill myself lol xD xD like his are. He knows I only say that shit when it is  r e a l.

Admittedly taking his anger out on me, yelling at me just because someone else made him mad

He would constantly tell me that my style was wrong, or that the clothes I was wearing made me look too girly. He was always telling me that I needed to be different, downing on me until I felt bad and had to second guess everything. I never really cared how people saw me until he started making me feel like every time someone looks at me, all they see is a girl. He pushed that transphobic, sexist, YOU HAVE TO LOOK LIKE A MAN TO BE A MAN bullshit on me all of the time.

Telling me all of my interests were stupid

Acting out whenever he had to do something. Like we were moving out of Arizona and packing things up into the Uhaul, we were almost done, we just had the Christmas stuff. We were moving on and off too, really lazy, but we did also do everything at once. So he starts whipping me with words as fast as he can, trying to get me to just shut down because he’s attacking me. It doesn’t work, I ask him to get the xmas stuff in location a while I go to location b and get shit done and I shit you not, Miller-opher Kingle, Mr. I Listen To My Thousand Song Christmas Playlist All Year Round himself screams out, “I DON’T EVEN LIKE CHRISTMAS!!!!” in his attempt to get me to give into him.

Complaining whenever I wanted to talk about my interests or indulge in my interests

While also shoving every fart he made under my nose and demanding validation

Forcing me to watch stuff he was interested in and even picking fights if I said no but always acting like I wanted him to rip off an arm if I wanted to pick something. 

Invading my private space. He was fucking obsessed with climbing into my bed and it was the creepiest and most terrifying thing in the world. Nobody wants to share a bed with their abuser, and nobody should have to deal with their abuser clinging to their arm like a tumor. Nobody should be forced to allow themselves to be used to up their abuser’s state of being. 

LOUD ASS FUCK SKYPE CALLS WHILE I AM ASLEEP but oh, better yell at me because I wanted to listen to music while he was awake and he’s just too lazy to put the headphones from his neck to his ears so he can block me out

Refusing to clean, making me do it, yelling at me whenever I asked him to help out even a little

Refusing to cook, he would rather starve if I didn’t always cook for him

Refusing to work, especially when we were freelance writing. I’d give him like 500 words total and then take one 50,000 words myself and STILL have to do half of his when I finished mine

Using all of my shit, even when I told him not to, even when he said he wouldn’t. It feels like abuse because it’s like pissing all over my stuff, taking my stuff. A lot of my costume makeup he completely used.

The biggest thing though was that if I couldn’t give him something useful, I was useless. If I wasn’t blowing compliments up his ass 24/7, I was useless. If I wasn’t cooking and cleaning up after him, I was useless. If I wasn’t praising him and showering him in attention, I was useless. If I wasn’t being whored out to the internet to draw in more people to adore him, I was useless. If I was telling him he had to change, that he couldn’t keep abusing me, I was useless. What I wanted never mattered. If we got two bags of chips, he got one and three fourths and I got one fourth. If we got two things and promised to share 50/50, he’d still manipulate me into getting at LEAST half of my half. I could never just have an equal amount of anything. We’d go out and take 100 pics of him and 0 of me. Even when we went to Lady Gaga and I was DRESSED like Lady Gaga herself and I was stopped by fellow fans for pics with strangers, the one event that was quite literally The Me Event, and we got ZERO photos of me. that even after I spent six hours pouring myself into a skimpy ass costume that I made myself, and even after we drove hours and hours to get to the concert, even with it being my birthday present, zero photos of me. I’m the only person at that event that did not go home with a dozen and a half photos of me, I shit you not. What does it say that we BOTH valued me so little? If you feel what I just described in any way, you’re probably being abused.