The Hardest Thing In This World Is To Live In It

Recently I’ve come across the term graysexual, and the more I read about it I realised that this is how I feel. My sexual attraction fluctuates independently of my emotional attraction, and it’s not the most important part of my relationship.

I’ve never officially come out as demisexual to anyone but my sibling and I’ve mentioned it in passing to my boyfriend. So I’m taking this small moment in time to say:

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"God, fuck, Shane-"

Ilya dug his fingers into the meat of Shane's hips, holding on for dear life as Shane rode him hard and fast. He was in pre-heat, and his sweet scent filled their bedroom up, making Ilya's instincts go crazy for him.

"Yeah," Shane panted, sitting up straighter so he could bear down harder and faster. "Feels so good-"

"You're gonna make me knot," Ilya whispered; the girls were asleep down the hallway, and if they woke up now it would be over.

ohh love this, thank you :)

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Shane knocks on the front door of his parents' cottage; nobody opens, and through the window, they can see no movement inside. Shane tries the doorknob, but it's locked.

"Do you think they're home?" Ilya asks, peering in through the window, hands cupping his face so he can see better.

"Yeah, they texted me when they returned from the market earlier," Shane frowns. He has a key - which currently sits on the kitchen island at his cottage.

"Maybe they're out back," Shane says, "Come on."

He takes Ilya's hand, leading him up the small stone path, around the house. Anya, on her leash, trots forward, curiously sniffing the air.

"Go find grandma and grandpa!" Shane tells her quietly.

"She's excited to see them," Ilya comments fondly, gesturing to her wagging tail.

"She's-," Shane starts, but he doesn't get any further, because as they turn the last corner around the house, they are greeted with a sight that immediately and unfortunately burns itself into Shane's retinas: his parents, both stark naked, having cowgirl style sex on the sun lounger on the back porch. The nice, comfortable one with the thick cushion.

Many things happen at once.

Shane lets out a noise of horror and spins on his feet, bolting; Ilya follows him with a horrified "Sorry!" and "Shane!"; Yuna and David, now alerted to their presence, both startle apart with matching screams; Anya, overjoyed to see her grandparents, rips her leash out of Shane's hand and bounds towards the scene of the crime.

"Shane!" Ilya runs after Shane, who is sprinting towards their parked car like he's running from a monster. He rips open the driver seat door and jumps inside so fast that Ilya, stumbling after him, can't help but laugh.

"Don't-"

"Get in!" Shane gestures; his entire face is deeply red.

"No, come on!" Ilya slows down, still laughing. "It wasn't so bad!"

In lieu of a reply, Shane levels an unimpressed look on Ilya.

Ilya shrugs with an exaggerated gesture. "Is natural!"

"Doesn't mean I want to see it!"

"Is how you were made!" Ilya laughs; Shane flips him off.

"Get in the fucking car, Rozanov."

"Shane, we can't leave Anya."

Shane stares grimly at the steering wheel, contemplating it.

"Come on," Ilya tries again, leaning against the roof of the car, "Is not a big deal. Your dad walked in on us, now we are even, yes?"

In this moment, the front door to the cottage opens, revealing a very sheepish looking, hastily dressed David, and a happy and completely unaware Anya.

"Hello!" Ilya greets him cheerfully.

"Hi," David says awkwardly, "Sorry you had to see that."

"Ah, don't worry." Ilya waves his hand through the air, "Sorry for interrupting!"

"Ilya!" Shane chides, embarrassed.

"It's okay," David says. From behind him, a robe-clad Yuna peeks out, her cheeks pink.

"Hello, and sorry." She squints at Shane in the car. "Sorry, darling."

Shane just grunts.

"We forgot keys," Ilya explains.

"Maybe the 'calling before you come over' thing needs to go both ways from now on," David jokes, making Ilya laugh.

"Yes, it should," he agrees. Then, he reaches into the car and grabs Shane's hand. "Come on."

"Are you staying for dinner?" Yuna asks. Anya, who's sniffing around in the front flower beds, perks up.

"Yes," Ilya says, ignoring the Look Shane shoots him. "Unless you want privacy."

1. Mike Wheeler shouting a variation of 'Ew' or 'Gross' or 'NO!!!' when he learns Steve and Eddie are dating, then he quickly has to clarify that it's not because they're both dudes, it's because it's Steve. (Bonus points if Mike grumbles about how Steve is stealing the people in his life. First his sister, then Dustin, now Eddie, will it ever end??)

2. Robin makes a comment/mention of Eddie once stepping on her lunch during a cafeteria rant.

3. Robin, Steve, and Eddie all being best friends/sharing an apartment/being codependent on each other.

4. Steve speed-running his sexual identity crisis so that takes less than a paragraph of fic time. (Internalized homophobia who?)

5. "I canNOT believe you kissed a boy before I kissed a girl!!" - Robin

6. "Eds." "Stevie."

7. Eddie loitering at whatever job Steve&Robin have, being nothing but a distraction.

8. Eddie using every pet name under the sun and Steve is a sucker for them all.

sry this took me forever to reply to but i wanted to do it justice <3 this is not very good and also not proofread bc i am SO tired but i hope you like it anyway

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Shane emptied the last of the white wine into his glass, then got up to fetch a new bottle from the kitchen. They were having fish with herbed potato salad and broccoli, matching the warm weather outside his parents' cottage. The back door stood open, letting in a comfortable breeze which, together with the soft thrum of the wine in his blood and the chatter of his family made Shane feel comfortable and nostalgic.

"So," he heard Ilya ask while he grabbed the new bottle from the wine cooler, "tell me, how did you two meet before bringing our perfect Shane into the world?"

It made Shane smile as he closed the cooler door. Both his parents chuckled softly, and Shane could just imagine the way they looked at each other right now.

"Oh, well," Yuna started. Shane smiled down at the corkscrew as he turned it into the cork. "At the library."

David let out a deep, serious sigh. "I thought she was the most beautiful girl I ever saw."

With a soft popping noise, Shane removed the cork and returned to his family. Ilya had his elbows propped up on the table next to his empty plate, chin on his fists, listening intently with a soft smile. Shane's heart ached at the sight.

"I was- thanks, darling-," Yuna gave Shane a grateful smile when he topped up her wine. "I was stressed, trying to cram, and this guy-" She pointed her thumb over to David, who chuckled to himself, "Just comes up to my desk and drops a note on my table, right on my book-"

"It wasn't right on your book," David protested softly. The skin around his eyes is crinkled deeply with his smile.

"It was, I was ready to go off on you!" Yuna gestured, then sipped her wine.

"What did the note say?" Ilya asked. Shane scooted his own chair closer to him until their shoulders touched; Ilya leaned into him instantly.

"It just said 'coffee?'" David grinned.

"You're still proud of yourself for that one, dad," Shane teased. David gave him a wink.

"And this worked?" Ilya asked, clearly delighted.

Yuna sighed. "Yes... I really needed that coffee." After a moment, she added, "And he was so handsome, so."

Ilya laughed. "Lucky."

"The luckiest," David agreed, wrapping his arm around Yuna's shoulders. "We went out for coffee every day for a week."

"And then we went to that party, remember?" Yuna caught David's eyes, and Shane did not enjoy the twinkle passing between them.

"Eugh, no details please," he groaned.

"Yes details!" Ilya protested, gesturing to Shane.

"Let's just say," Yuna took another sip of wine, coyly raising her shoulder, "It was a romantic evening."

Ilya let out a delighted little, "Oh!" while Shane winced.

"You looked beautiful that night," David told Yuna, running a silky strand of hair through his fingers. "You had that blue dress on, and when you opened the door, you just took my breath away."

They exchanged a soft smile. "And the rest is history!" Yuna giggles, gesturing with her wine. "Not as dramatic as you two."

"Nobody needs that much drama," Shane said, at the same time Ilya groaned, "Is better."

"Do you have photos of back then?" Ilya then asked curiously.

"Oh, surely!" Yuna rose, "Let me find the photo album-"

"I'll clear the table." David rose with a very dad-like groan, and off they both went.

Shane shot Ilya an amused look.

"What?" Ilya asked with a smirk. "I must know your roots. Your origin story." Then, softer, he added, "They are so cute. They like each other so much, still." A shadow of sadness ghosted across his face, and Shane instinctively reached out to cup his cheek. "I hope we will be like this."