stranger things 4. vol 2
thank you and all the credits for this week's prompt to @lupeloto brilliant mind and @galladrabbles đź’—
He didn't ask for help, he didn't say anything, he didn't even talk. He stared at the wall, he felt his body slowly starting to feel dense and heavy and too much. He was trying to make this pass quickly so no one would notice. He was trying to get out of bed but the sheets were holding him hostage, the daylight was too bright, the world around him was too alive and he was in this weird limbo where he wasn't even sure if he existed. He stayed there, scared but quiet and still. Ian felt like a chore, like a responsibility, like too much weight in someone's shoulders so he kept quiet and still. But then something moved in the other side of the bed, then a kiss in his shoulder, a hand that decided to stay there and a whisper "You're not a chore" Mickey said softly, like the mind reader he was "you're my husband and I promised to love you and take care of you in sickness and health, so here i am loving you and taking care of you in sickness"
Black Power and Gay Pride aren’t mutually exclusive. the first pride was a riot led by trans black women.
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