#I need to stop accidentally telling people I’m gay

[somethingexcessivelyphallic]

i accidentally came out at a work meeting in front of the entire staff and everyone keeps telling me i did such a good presentation but i know they’re trying to say hey we’re okay with you and and and i think im gonna cry 💕

[bugpill]

If I see any more misinformation about Kamala Harris to dissuade people from voting I will explode.

1. She did a lot of work as a prosecutor to dismantle the system. When she was DA in San Francisco she was labeled as being “soft on crime” which she in turn claimed was “smart on crime”. Harris made a program called Back on Track so that low-level nonviolent drug offenders could enroll in school rather than doing jail time. She has believe and continues to believe that supporting people prevents crime far better than criminalizing people.

Yes, she put people behind bars. I know she called herself the “Top Cop” and I fucking hate that. However, the number of people who served time in jail was significantly reduced due to her program. She’s not a saint, but she tried to reduce harm as much as she could in her position. Since then, she’s called for even more action in terms of legalizing marijuana and I believe recently fully endorsed it publicly.

2. She is not transphobic. Harris backed the state of California when it tried to deny gender-affirmation surgery to a trans prisoner, but as attorney general, she could not deny the state’s Department of Corrections as a client of hers. Essentially, she had no say in the denial of surgery herself, as she had to represent the department’s interests over her own. Once she realized what they were doing, Harris actually worked behind the scenes to get that very policy changed so that any inmate who needs that care could get it. Additionally, she has lead efforts to put an end to gay and transgender “panic” defenses in criminal trials.

3. Kamala Harris is Black. For some reason, people like to say that she isn’t, and that she’s Indian and pretending to be black… for what reason? Depends on who’s telling the lie to begin with. Kamala Harris is Black and South Asian. Her father, Donald Harris, is a Black man who was born in Jamaica. Her mother, Shyamala Gopalan, was born in India. Speculating about her race with so much evidence towards the contrary is so wrong. If anyone tells you shit about this, just send them her whitehouse.gov biography.

4. Harris (reportedly) has different opinions than Biden on Palestine. Whether or not she makes a clear stance against Israel, I don’t know. That hasn’t happened yet, but I’ll remain hopeful until further notice. She reportedly tried to push Biden towards “a policy on Gaza that was both more humane and in alignment with international law” but wasn’t listened to. The only reason why this is one of my points is that I’ve seen a lot of people stating that she is totally behind every decision and stance Biden made as president, which isn’t necessarily true. I don’t want to give her credit for being pro-Palestine if she isn’t, just to be clear. That is not what I’m trying to do here.

I desperately want her to stand for a free Palestine. I cannot make the promise that this will happen. All I can hope for is that her policy will be less harmful than Trump’s- who wants Israel to “finish the job” and promises to “throw (pro-Palestinian protestors) out of the country”.

Conclusion: the fact of the matter is that people make shit up all of the time. Sometimes it’s propaganda they accidentally absorb, sometimes it’s deliberate misinformation. People often take rumors as facts, and we need to be more vigilant about it. What I know is that some people will do anything for you to not vote tor Kamala Harris, when in reality she’s our only hope here.

Is Harris my favorite person ever? Absolutely not. Does she share my exact views and opinions? Nope. Would I rather vote for someone who more aligns with my personal views? Yes.

Is voting for Harris the only way to stop Donald Trump and Project 2025? Yes.

Disclaimer for the blog: To be 100% transparent, this is only my (Fanya’s) opinions. Although this is a shared blog, I cannot claim that my stance and my voice speaks for everybody involved in this blog. Some members are not American. Some may have different takes. All I know is that all of us are anti-Trump. Don’t go after my friends if you have beef with what I’m saying. I’m trying my best here.

[steddieas-shegoes]

When Eddie comes out to him, Steve makes a big mistake. His first reaction was to thank him for trusting him, which is what Robin told him to do in this situation.

But his second reaction was to say “I also like guys.”

Eddie blinked at him, clearly confused and defensive, like maybe Steve was making fun or not taking him seriously.

“Uh. You do?”

“Yeah man! I mean, no one else knows, but yeah.”

Eddie smiled and thanked him for trusting him with it, said they should hang out more, and recommended a queer bar in Indy if he needed a safe place to explore.

And Steve smiled and nodded like he couldn’t agree more.

As soon as Eddie was gone, he rushed to the phone in his kitchen and called Robin.

She called him an idiot, a dingus, a bisexual disaster —whatever that was—, and told him he absolutely wasn’t allowed to go to a queer bar without her.

She did at least agree to keep up the lie until he could find a way out of it without Eddie thinking he lied to hurt him or something.

But he started hanging out a lot more with Eddie and finding that they had more in common than he originally thought.

Eddie took Robin and Steve to the queer club and Steve…felt at home, felt welcomed, felt like he belonged. Robin kept giving him these looks all night, and Eddie kept dragging him to meet people who he cared about, and one of the guys on the dance floor kept pulling him out there to dance with him.

He felt free and alive and-

Queer.

It hit him as the guy, Paul maybe, was pulling him closer by his waist as his hips rocked to the beat of a song he didn’t recognize but felt like something he wanted on a mixtape. It hit him that he liked this because he liked dancing with Paul like this. He liked this because he saw himself visiting more, even without Eddie and Robin. He liked this because he could picture making out with Eddie in the bathroom.

He froze.

“You okay, sweet thing?” Paul asked him.

“I think I’m in love with my friend.”

Paul’s eyes widened momentarily before patting Steve’s hip. “Is he gay, honey?”

“Huh?” Steve was already trying to find Eddie in the crowd. “Oh, yeah. He’s here tonight.”

“Shouldn’t you be dancin’ with him then?”

Steve finally looked back at Paul, who had his hands on his own hips now, teasing smile on his face.

“Yeah. I should,” Steve thanked him, apologized for any misleading, which was immediately brushed off. Paul was here to dance, he didn’t much care for who he was dancing with.

“Send that beauty over here. She looks like she needs some lessons,” Paul pointed to Robin, who was still looking a little nervous despite the friendly bartender handing her sodas every time he passed by her.

“She’s gay, man.”

“So am I! Doesn’t mean we can’t dance!”

Steve laughed. “You’re right.”

He walked over to Robin quickly, avoided getting pulled back into the crowd.

“I’m in love with Eddie.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “I know, dingus. You literally risked your entire reputation to come to a queer bar to try to impress him.”

Steve balked. “That’s not what this was!”

“Uh huh. Well he’s sulking in the bathroom if you wanna go tell him.”

“Sulking? Why?”

“He saw you dancing with that guy. Think he assumed you were interested in him.”

“Not a chance. I prefer long hair and ripped jeans,” Steve winked. He turned to walk towards the hall with the bathrooms when Robin stopped him.

“Don’t do this if you’re not 100% sure,” she said seriously. “Eddie really likes you and it would destroy him if you were lying to make him feel better.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” Steve started, but stopped when Robin gave him a look.

“You’ve literally been pretending to be queer for the last two months because he came out to you and you accidentally came out to him. You’re lucky it wasn’t a complete lie.”

“Yeah but I wouldn’t fuck with his feelings like that.” Steve knew what it was like to be led on. He wouldn’t do that to Eddie. “I’ll be careful with him.”

“And be careful with you.”

He saluted her as he walked away.

When he found Eddie sitting on the counter at the sink in the bathroom, he was swinging his legs back and forth and humming something distinctly less pop than what was playing on the dance floor. No one else was in here, but that didn’t mean no one would walk in.

He walked over to Eddie and placed a hand on his knee.

Eddie immediately stopped kicking his feet and looked up.

“What’s with the face?” Steve asked, reaching up to touch the line between his brows that always appeared when he was pouting.

Eddie shrugged. “Just not feeling it tonight I guess.”

“The music isn’t really your thing. Kinda surprised you like this place,” Steve said as his hand drifted down to his wrist. “Seems closer to a small club than a bar.”

“You seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

Eddie’s tone was sharp, laced with jealousy. Even if Steve hadn’t had his realization five minutes earlier, he would’ve seen what that was from a mile away.

“I was until I realized I’d rather be out there with you.”

Eddie snorted. “I don’t really dance.”

“But you’d dance with me if I asked, right?” Steve’s fingers circled his wrist and he tugged Eddie off the counter. “Even if I asked you to do it right here with no music?”

“Steve, what are you doing?”

“Dancing. Or trying to.” Steve rested his hands on Eddie’s hips and started swaying them in sync with his. “It is hard without music.”

“Why don’t you go back out there?” Eddie’s hands went around Steve’s neck.

“Because you’re not out there. I don’t wanna be where you aren’t.”

“Steve-“

“You know I didn’t actually know I liked guys until tonight?” Steve huffed out a laugh. “Well, I really like this one guy. Not sure about others yet.”

Eddie was silent, but didn’t push Steve away.

“He was hiding in this bathroom though. I didn’t really think he’d join me out there, so I brought the dancing to him,” Steve winked.

“You like me? You? Like me?”

Steve nodded.

“And you just realized this?”

“Kinda.”

“In a queer bar?”

“Mhm.”

“That’s pretty gay, dude.”

Steve snorted and smacked Eddie’s chest. “That’s the point.”

Eddie moved in impossibly closer, no room for Jesus between their chests anymore. “So you lied when you came out to me?”

“I panicked! But it doesn’t actually count as a lie if I’ve seen the light.”

“Was it a rainbow light? Or the reflection of the disco ball in the glitter shorts Perry was wearing?” Eddie joked.

“Perry!” Steve smacked his own forehead. “He’s nice. Made me come tell you how I feel.”

“Oh. He did?” Eddie seemed shy for maybe the first time ever.

“Yeah. Said I should come dance with you if I’m in love with you.”

Steve hadn’t felt like this in a while, and hadn’t left his heart on his sleeve like this in even longer. As Eddie’s face went from shy to shocked to flustered, Steve thought about how long he’d been dancing around these feelings.

But no more dancing around them. Now it was time to dance with them.

“Can’t believe you just said you’re in love with me in the bathroom of a queer bar. Don’t even think they clean this place,” Eddie laughed, letting his forehead fall against Steve’s.

“I’ll tell you again outside.” Steve kissed his cheek. “And in the van.” His nose. “Your house, my house.” The corner of his mouth. “Everywhere.”

Eddie licked his lip, skipping over a soft kiss for a hungry one. It was hot, desperate, impatient. Everything Steve hadn’t known he needed.

Then again, he hadn’t even actually known he liked guys until tonight. Maybe he was just late to learn things about himself.

[marksbear2]

DENJI X OLDER MALE READER

Headcanons- Platonic!

Hello!! Today I’m trying to work on expanding my writing by writing for characters that I never wrote for!! So I’m doing Denji from CSM! Feel free to request!!

⚠️Warnings!!- Basically fluff, death mentioned at the end, killing, comforting and etc. Could be read as Gn.⚠️

— You was his gay awakening. Instead of falling for Makima he fell for you. He was attracted to your maturity and seriousness. Not really in the romantic way but he quickly moved on from Makima.

— He always tries to impress you by trying to kill devil’s in front of you and acting all high and mighty and unfazed whenever he just got his ass kicked. 

— Spending all of his free time following you like some lost puppy. 

— His love language is acts of service so whenever your in need of something he will get it done. You need a pencil? He’s there with all sorts of pens and pencils. 

— He’s willing to do anything for you. He puts you first before anyone else.

— The first time he saw you fight a devil, he was starstruck in awe as you fought the devil. He was amazed by your movements and skills.

— Whenever your back from a mission he always asks you how it went, are you okay, did you get hurt, asking about how dangerous or big the devil was. Like some little kid.

— He thinks your totally badass if you defat a devil with ease. Becomes some childlike fanboy whenever you do it.

— Your one of the few who treats him like an actual kid, and not some object who they can use him for. You treat him like his age. 

— Only really listens to you. Whenever the other hunters try to boss him around he ignores them but if you say something he’ll do it.

— You kinda became his father figure.

— He waits inside your office waiting for you too be done with whatever paperwork or assignments.

— He secretly hates the fact that your close friends with Kishibe. He’s confused as to how you two are friends, but he just guesses since your two are around the same age and maturity level.

— He hates getting lectured by you, and always storms off whenever your doing it just to come back a hour later.

— Whenever he turns back from his chainsaw form he leans on you support and mumbles an apology for getting your clothes dirty from the blood.

— You taking him out to eat and such so he can experience things without the others. 

— You calling out Makima out for her manipulative and evil behavior. You always took Denji away from her and try to keep him away from her.

— You and Kishibe teamed up to train him and power together.

— He would sit by your desk and tell you all his biggest and all the way to his smallest fears. 

— You being one of the few people he actually trust and comfortable around you. Always smiling around you.

— He hates seeing you hurt, it kills him to see you injured, he would drop the whole mission to move you to safety.

— If you ever die, say from getting killed by a devil he wouldn’t rest until the devil pats for it. He would slowly be consumed by anger and revenge to the point he would be willing to die for your revenge.

— Denji wouldn’t move on from your death. He would sit in your office just staring at the your chair.

— Accidentally calls people by your name. He doesn’t really catch himself doing it but the others noticed.

— He always freezes up whenever someone would say something that reminded him of you. Hearing a line you would usually say causes him to stop whatever he’s doing and his heart pounding in his chest.

— Denji hates it whenever would someone would use the brand of cologne you used before dying. He would kinda get angry and say “That’s Y/n’s cologne your using you know!?”

— If you had a devil contract he would ask about how you got it, what type of devil it is and if you got any cool powers from it.

— Accidentally called you dad one time and his face went red from embarrassment as he tried to clear up the accident.

— He isn’t ashamed to show his childish side around you. He feels safe and comfortable around you so he doesn’t feel judged.

THE END

[ronance4everbrainrot]

Some more little mostly Glassheart/CharmingHeart incorrect quotes

(with other ships)

Bridget: Why do you act like we’re three year olds?

Ella, exasperated: WHY?!?

Ella points at Red: YOU TRIED TO HYJACK A CAR!

Ella points at Chloe: YOU NEARLY JUMPED 20 FEET OFF A CARPARK!

Ella points at Bridget: AND YOU ATE MULTIPLE DRIED LEAVES AND ROCKS OFF THE GROUND!

Ella: AND YOU ASK ME WHY????

(Ella is so done with them. Red wants to leave. Chloe wanted to do some parkour. And Bridget forgot they weren't in Wonderland.)

---

Red: I don’t know, this plan seems complicated.

Chloe: You once said that about an orange.

Red: They don’t make sense. Apples, you eat their clothes but oranges you don’t.

(Red finds Auradon weird)

---

Red: Are you okay?

Chloe, crying: Yeah, it was just the onions.

Red: *Picks up an onion* What the fuck did you say to Chloe?

(That's adorable. Red, honey. You're not in wonderland. Not everything can talk)

---

Red: Mom, if you don't shut up I'm going to throw myself out of the car.

*click*

Red: DID YOU JUST TURN THE FUCKING CHILDRENS' LOCK ON?!

(She cares. Even if it's just for her own gain.)

---

Red: *on the phone* Hey Mom, do you know my blood type?

Queen of Hearts: Of course, it's B-.

Red: Oh, I guessed wrong. Excuse me, nurse-!

((Red is in the hospital with Chloe. Red doesn't know her blood type so she just shrugs and guesses. She tells Chloe that she doesn't know and Chloe then makes some comment about getting the wrong blood type and it not being good, red finally decides to call her mother and ask her.))

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Chloe: But what about Bridget?

Ella: Don't worry about them.

Ella: I once watched them fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating their cupcake like nothing happened.

(Either Bridget is a people pleaser or she's just incredible. Probably both.)

---

Bridget: *accidentally eats something too spicy so their eyes start to water*

Ella: Bridget, look at me. It's okay. I would die for you. I love you so much. You're the best person I know.

Bridget: I'm not crying?

Ella, hugging Bridget's head: Shush baby, it's okay. Ella is here and they love you with their whole heart.

(wHy iS It sPicY. Bridget gay panicking)

---

Ella: Well, if you're not at least a little bit gay for your friends, then what kind of friend are you?

(Facts. But also. Stop trying to deny the gay. Accept it fully)

---

Red: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weirdly.

--

Chloe: You use humor to deflect your trauma.

Red: Awww, thanks-

Chloe: That’s not a good thing.

Red: All I’m hearing is that you think I’m funny.

(trying to deflect again. You can't run forever Red)

---

Chloe: Stop thinking whatever you're thinking.

Red: Huh?

Chloe: You always make that face when you're about to say something stupid just to piss me off. So cut it out-

Red: I love you.

Chloe:

Red:

Red: Also, cereal qualifies as a soup.

Chloe: I KNEW IT!!

(Red had her Cheshire cat Smile growing. Canon)

---

Red: I was arrested for being too cool.

Chloe: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

(Go Chloe! She and her comebacks are like this 🤞)

---

Chloe: I'm a nice person, but I'm about to start throwing rocks at people.

(Red was being crowded by a group of people and Chloe was about to throw hands. Or well, rocks.)

---

Chloe: You know, Red, you are the sun in my life.

Red: Why? Cause I'm smoking hot?

Chloe: Because it hurts my eyes looking at you.

(the only person that can bully Red is her Girlfriend, Chloe)

---

Cinderella: I’m not mad, I just need to know why you two had a fake ID.

Red: *Incoherent mumbling*

Cinderella: Huh?

Chloe: …You need to be 18 to hold the puppies at PetCo.

(Ella hadn't had a good laugh in a while. She's so relieved and amused)

---

Red: Are you mad?

Chloe: No.

Red: So sharpening your sword at 3 in the morning is just a hobby?

(Actually yes. But maybe not at 3 am... Better watch out..)

---

Cinderella: How has life been treating you lately?

Queen of Hearts: Horribly.

(canon)

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Hope you liked it!

I have more but not for now.

Byeeee

[prowlingz]

“WRONG PERSON”

(yandere?)Kakashi Hatake x Fem!Reader

when you accidentally send a raunchy text to your sensei instead of your fling..

-SMUTTTTTTTTTTT- (so 18+ please!)

After spending the whole day talking with Ino and Sakura about how much dick they get, you thought about the last time you got lucky.

By no means was it difficult to string a guy home from some random bar for you, but it wasn’t something you outright sought after.

“We’ll I’m saving myself for Sasuke!” Sakura says, sticking her tongue out at Ino.

“You’re still waiting on that loser? Give it up billboard brow, if he wants anyone - it’ll be me!” She smiles at Sakura.

“And besides, your names are too similar anyways. If it weren’t for his last name, you two could be siblings. Of course, you’d be the ugly one!” Ino says while holding her stomach laughing.

After some more banter, they look up at you. Curious about your “dickstory”, a play on the word “history”.

You smile and say “Well it’s not hard for me to find anyone, but it’s probably not as many people as you think”.

You knew you were attractive, guys told you almost everyday. You didn’t mind them though, as you aren’t a very lustful person, truly minding to yourself and taking pleasure when you want to.

Ino jumps into action “WHO, WHO? Do I know them!? Are they also ninja? How many? How old? How many at one time?!”.

The bombardment of questions makes you giggle. You never knew someone’s sex history could be such an appealing topic, as in your household you were taught that sex is taboo and only for people you truly love. You didn’t follow that rule for long, albeit.

“A few were from some random missions I went on. Not too ma-“ before you could finish your sentence, Sakura said

“Can we guess?”

“What do you mean, guess?” You were confused.

“She means, can we guess who you’ve slept with?” Ino asked with a huge grin.

You thought for a moment. The list isn’t that long, but the people on it are most definitely known to these two. Would it change how they saw them? You thought maybe it wouldn’t be right, as the people you did sleep with didn’t give their consent to their sexual history being stated.

“I’m not sure that’s the right thing to do” you say frowning a bit.

The two girls looked at each other, perplexed how that was a response anyone would give.

“Okay let us guess just THREE and you HAVE to tell us if you have!” They said almost synchronized.

You thought about it. You doubt they’d get all three wrong, but you weren’t going to be happy if they got all three right either. Fuck it. You’d been drinking a bit and the buzz was starting to hit you.

“Fine. Just three.” You said calmly and confidently.

They made the biggest shit faces grin ever and talked amongst themselves.

After about 3 minutes of whispers, giggles, “OMG”s and “no way!”s.. they finally had their three.

“Okay, our first one” Ino says.

You hold your breath. For some reason this is starting to just now hit you, but you don’t want to seem lame and back out now.

“Shikamaru!” They said in synchro.

You burst out in laughter.

“You-you had three minutes and came up with.. Shik-“ you cannot stop laughing.

“SHIKAMARU??” You said at the top of your lungs.

They looked at each other and smiled.

“We just needed a baseline of your standards. You know the guy has had it for you since that damn Genin exam!” Ino said in a fit of laughter.

“I always thought he was gay” you smiled while saying.

“Pshhh, probably is” Ino mocked.

You held your breath, yet again, knowing that their next guess was coming and would probably be correct.

“Okay our next guess is..”

“IRUKA!”

You thought about it. Did it really count as sex? I mean, you both came. He was the first guy that did make you cum.. You thought a bit more. The silence only making Ino and Sakura want to know.

“I mean..” you say, still in thought.

The girls look at each other with mouth wide open and smiling. An eruption of “OMG” and “I CAN’T BELIEVE IT”s came flooding out.

“I guess. It wasn’t really sex though” you were still lost in thought.

“What happened?? Tell us!!” Sakura said.

There wasn’t much to tell them, honestly. You were talking with him one day, friendly, and he invited you over to see his new set up. You went over and it was beautiful, leather sofa with a stunning cherry tree coffee table.

He wanted to show you his bedroom and kept apologizing on how weird he made the comment seem. But you made a sly comment back, something like “I wouldn’t mind if you led me to your bedroom more often”.

And that was really it. You just start kissing and got to his bed, and started touching one another. You could swear that you heard him say “I love you” under his breath as he came, but you were too focused on your own orgasm to care.

After cleaning up, you left.

You tried to explain this to the girls but they wanted more details.

You told them they were wasting their time and better get on with their third person before you just get up and leave.

They pouted.

“Okay,okay. Our third person is…”

“KAKASHI!” Biting their lip as they said it.

Kakashi? You and Sakura’s old sensei? Oh goodness no. You can’t even remember a time that you even slightly hinted at a flirt with Kakashi. Your relationship was very student-teacher respectively.

Now that you’ve grown into a woman with.. curves and breasts, though.. You do think about the even slight possibility of him using you. How his words would sound in the heat of the moment.. how his skin would feel touching you, gliding himself all around you..

You notice yourself trailing off, and not given the girls an answer.

“Hello? Earth to y/n” they say, waving their hands in front of your face.

“Sorry. No. Me and Kakashi never did anything of the sort, or.. even implied so” you said, shutting the girls down immediately.

“I swear that guy is a virg!! I’ve never seen him take any girls around!” Ino says to the both of you.

“Oh, no way. Kakashi is super attractive under his mask, he’s gotta! Or maybe he’s celibate? Hmm..” the two girls thought on it for a moment.

Thoughtful silence fills the air.

“Hey, I’d say you have a pretty good chance, y/n.” Ino says, breaking the silence.

“Yeah! You’re super pretty and if I’m being honest, I’ve caught him staring at you a few times since you’ve become a Jōnin” Sakura states.

You blush. Staring at you? No. You always recognize when men stare at you, even not out of lust. You’re a great ninja, and you would recognize someone staring. Maybe he was using chakra to hide his gaze? Why would he do that? No. Sakura must be mistaken.

All these thoughts ran through your head and you excused yourself as it was well past 2 am.

————————————————————————

Before you knew it, you were home.

You went into your bathroom, washed your face and brushed your teeth. Spitting out the toothpaste from your mouth, you look over at your phone. It buzzes, signaling someone messaged you.

Hayate.

You got excited for a moment, thinking it said “Hatake”. It’s become some sort of thing for you to put peoples contact as their last name. You remember the time you and Hayate shared together though.

The text he sent, though you could only see partial of it through the limited character amount given on the Home Screen, read:

“Hey, was just thinking of you and really think..”. That’s all you could unfortunately read before showing him that you’ve read the message.

After your conversation earlier with the girls, you realize you haven’t had sex in around 7 months.

Damn.

You open the message, now seeing its entirety.

“Hey, was just thinking of you and really think we should see each other again. I know I was just a fling to you but I miss you. Not just your body, but you. Your laugh and face. Everything” the message would’ve been sweet if he didn’t send his dick right after.

It wasn’t a bad dick, but why don’t these men know their dick angles?

It was a photo of himself from his point of view pulling his pants forward to show off his hairy, uncircumcised, hard, veiny cock. He was wearing blue underwear and had black sweat pants on.

Honestly, you probably would’ve ignored the message if you weren’t so horny yourself. “Fuck it. Hayate isn’t a bad looking guy and his dick is pretty satisfying” is all you thought to yourself. You snapped a pic you knew he’d like, it was your hands covering your tits, but still showing most of them off. He loved a bratty tease.

You sent the photo and didn’t think much, waiting for his response.

He responded after about 6 minutes with a video of him.

He was now on his bed, ‘pleasing’ himself. The video was only 32 seconds long, but it was a huge turn on for you.

He started slow, but would buck his hips up for you. His tip was now fully exposed, but his foreskin would still slide up and down it as he went on. His breathing was loud and irregular. He would let out slight groans the faster he went. You could see his dick twitching, just before the video ended.

You took your camera and took a photo of you sitting at the edge of your bed with your thighs touching. Your left hand lay behind you, supporting you up. And your right hand taking the photo. It didn’t show your face in it, only your body. But that was fine. It showed off your tits and beautiful thighs and you knew those were the parts Hayate loved the most.

Before you pressed send, you added a text under it saying “You should come fill me up again”. You bit your lip as you pressed send. You decided to go take a quick shower in preparation for Hayate coming over. You knew he wouldn’t be able to resist the invite.

Only about two minutes into your shower, you hear your doorbell ring. Hayate lived 25 minutes away walking, you doubt he would’ve used all his energy to get to you that quickly. Although you can’t be too sure.

You finish your shower up before heading to the door in just a towel. Hair wet and all, you open the door.

You’re absolutely shocked to see your sensei standing in front of you.

He smiles, “I think you sent this to the wrong person”.

Your mouth agape, you already know what you sent him.

“I.. I um” the only words you can get out of your mouth.

You don’t even know what to say. You just sent an explicit photo to your sensei.

“I’m so sorry” your eyes still plastered to his phone in front of you. You make your way up his phone to his contact name for you, though. Before he pulled his phone away, you read “Future Hatake❤️” you blushed even harder.

You both stand there in silence. You’re mad at yourself for this foolish mistake.

“May I come in?” Kakashi says, breaking the silence.

You’re confused. Does he want to talk about it? Maybe he wants to know who it was for? All these thoughts flood your mind and he makes his way inside your apartment.

“E-excuse me. I should get dressed” you leave and run into your room. You go through your clothes and decide on a white tank top and sleep shorts. It’s your home after all, and it’s well past your regular sleep schedule.

You come back in and find him sitting at the edge of your couch, legs spread and forearms resting on them. As always, he’s unreadable.

You sit at a chair diagonal to him and keep your head down.

“I.. er.. haven’t seen you in a long time” you say, keeping your head down.

“Hmm” he replies.

You can’t tell if he’s lost in thought, upset, sad or whatever it be.

“Who was the message for?” He finally says.

“It.. it really doesn’t matter.. haha..” you say, trying to escort the tension in the room.

He lets out a sigh, stands up and faces you.

“Tell me” he says. His voice deeper than normal.

You’re confused. It’s been months since you and Kakashi have spoken. Why would he care to show up after a text sent to the wrong person? Why does he care??

A question runs your mind.

“How did you get here so fast?” You ask, blankly looking at him.

He looks at you, no emotion in his face.

“I’m always there for you” he stares at you and says. You’ve heard him say this to you many times in the past. You never really held anything to it though, taking it like a friend would say as support.

“Kakashi. What are you doing here?” You say, with a bit of concern in your voice. You know Kakashi is a lot stronger of a ninja compared to you, and could most definitely toss you around if he wanted.

“I’ve had an eye for you since you’ve become a Jōnin. You’ve grown so much” he says, making his way over towards you.

“Be a good girl and lead us to your bedroom, hmm?” he says in the most.. casual tone.

You can’t deny this was a major turn on. But was this right? He’s like, what? 13 years your senior? 14? 15?! Plus, he was your sensei. He raised you when your parents didn’t. You definitely didn’t see him as a father figure, more like an older brother looking out for you.

Were you really going to let this happen? No. No way. You have to tell him no.

“Kakashi, I ca-“ before you can finish your sentence he picks you up like you’re weightless.

He drags you to your bedroom. Did he guess? Has he been to my apartment before? No, never. How does he just..know?

You wiggle, attempting to break free from his grasp. You’re still not all sure if this is what you want, but your core is aching. It wants him to touch you so bad, especially after Hayate’s video got you pent up.

Your heart is racing. Still writhing in his arms, he brings you to your bedroom.

In your squirming from the previous moments, you had lost your loose fitting sleep shorts. Now just in a white tank top and black laced underwear.

You wonder if you’re dreaming. How is this happening? Why? Why to you?!

He places you on your back, and you sit up on your elbows staring at him. His face is a slight pink, and his breathing is a bit erratic.

He puts his knee between your thighs, separating your legs from touching. You make a small noise when he pushes further into you. Staring at his knee, anticipating his next move. He lets out a slight chuckle.

“You’re so adorable”.

“Huh?” You look back up at him. He takes his hands and removes his band, and then his mask. You’ve seen him once without the mask before, so it wasn’t a total shock seeing his face.

He stares at you, and you just stare blankly back.

He then looks down at your breasts, your nipples are hardened by the sexual tension.

You move your head a bit more down, staring at his manhood. Even when clothed, you can tell it’s big.

You both unclothe one another and before you know it, you’re both making out nude.

Whilst kissing you, Kakashi says “I’ve been needing you for so long. That message sent me over the edge”. He puts his hands all on you, seemingly not knowing where to put them.

While on top of you, he spreads your legs and pulls you closer.

His dick sits right on top of your pubic bone, and down to the bottom of your belly button. You’ve been with a fair share of people, none of them as big as him.

You wiggle, demanding his attention to your dripping core.

“Such a needy whore, does Hayate know you chose me over him tonight?” Kakashi breathes out with a smirk.

Your eyes widen. How did he know you were texting Hayate? Did Hayate tell Kakashi? No. They may know each other but most definitely aren’t friends. How long has he been watching you?!

“Well?” He says, finally moving his cock towards your core. His dripping with precum, which mixes with your juices.

Kakashi runs his cock across your clit causes you to wince.

“I know you haven’t been pleased in quite a bit, y/n. You’re so pathetic, I’ve only been here 20 minutes and I already have your clothes off and cock dripping on your needy hole”.

You have no answer to him. He’s right. You’re a needy, pathetic slut that needs him so badly, and he knows it.

You try and give him the most doe eyes you can and say “Kakashi-sensei.. please use me..” you see his shield of cockiness falter for a moment.

“Oh fuck..” he says looking at your eyes.

You open your mouth to say please.. but before you can, he’s shoved his entire length into you.

You moan so loud, and instinctively go to cover your mouth. He grabs your wrist before you’re successful, and puts both your wrists over you head with just one hand. His other one reaches over for your phone. He unlocks it with your passcode, no way he could’ve guessed it. It’s literally just random numbers “18849”. He’s been watching you like he said..

He begins to pump into you rapidly.

“Oh fuck..ah~” you moan freely.

“Which one of these boys should I call? Hmm? Who should I show you’re being such a naughty whore for?” He says between breaths.

“S-sensei ple..ahh.. please d-don’t!” You can even speak with how rough he’s treating your core.

“I’m calling Hayate”.

“N-nO.. pl-pleasee sensei. I’m-I’m yours and… mmmfffggh.. only yours.. ahh..” you plead with him.

He decides not to call him, instead taking multiple photos and videos of you getting pumped by him.

He cums inside your pussy, letting out multiple groans throughout. You’re a bit disappointed it ended so quickly.. or so you thought. He continues to pump into you even after cumming.

“K-kashi… did.. did you..mmgfff~”

“Y-yeah.. I’ll stop using you when I want. You’re mine” he says with complete lust in his eyes.

He starts going through your phone.

You’re scared. You have texts on there, pretty nasty, to other guys. How will he treat you seeing them?

He shames you by reading them aloud.

“‘I’ll be so good for you master’ you love calling people titles huh? You like calling me sensei, huh?”

“P-pleaseeee…~~” you don’t even know what you were saying please to.

All you can think about is how unfair this all is. Yeah you’ve slept around and sexted men, but you’re sure Kakashi has texted his fair share of women.

“Hmmm… these photos you send them. Never thought your sensei would want to see you like this? All weak and pathetic over his cock”

It didn’t matter what he said. You didn’t know if he was saying it to be mean or horny but it was the truth nonetheless.

“I..ah~.. I don’t know..” you told him.

You came around his length.

“Ah..heh~” he says as he finishes pumping the last of his seed into you.

With the last remaining strength you have, you sit up and watch the sperm drip out of you.

You and Kakashi take a shower together, and you immediately pass out in bed, totally satisfied with your dick appointment.

You wake up to no Kakashi and a barrage of messages from Hayate saying shit like “you totally blue balled me but that’s okay I went out with one of your girls”. You just laughed so hard, you knew Ino would have no interest in Hayate, her standards are way too high. And Sakura was telling the truth most definitely about saving herself for Sasuke.

You went through your camera roll and sent him a video of Kakashi fucking you til your brain was mush and sent it to him.

Kakashi is all you want.

No.

Kakashi is all you need.

[tightjeansjavi]

Burning in a Hopeless Dream

Boston QZ: Part 11

“NFWMB”

Joel Miller x f!o/c

A/N: this chapter is strictly for the girls, gays, and theys. If you are a straight man, please move along. This isn’t for you ☻

Summary: Two days prior to you waking from your unconscious state, Tess comes back to the apartment with a proposition for Joel. Tess wants to send Robert a simple message: don’t fuck with us again. As your relationship with Joel progresses, the trauma from the night you nearly died, haunts you. Fed up, you decide that you want to get your own revenge.

~word count : 6.3k~

Warnings: implied age gap, established relationship, gay pining (Tess x f! love interest) angst, trauma, brief mention of PTSD, nightmares, swearing, paraphernalia (puff puff pass) fluff, soft! Joel, protective! Joel, implicit smut, smut, consent consent consent, unprotected sex p in v (wrap it kids) oral sex (f receiving) fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, nicknames, teasing, after care, revenge plot, graphic depictions of violence with guns and knives, graphic depictions of torture, stab wounds. (+18) minors dni !

Songs for this chapter:

“NFWMB” by Hozier

“Devil’s Advocate” by The Neighbourhood

“Hayloft II” by Mother Mother (listen to this at the last half of the chapter)

“Dinner & Diabtribes” by Hozier

“Twisted” by Two Feet

“Wicked Game” by Chris Isaak

“Eden” by Hozier

“Like Real People Do” by Hozier

April 2021 : Boston QZ

It was two days before you would awake from your unconscious state. Tess had stopped by the apartment for a change of clothes, ammo and to of course check on you and Joel. She had been thinking about sending Robert a silent message for a few days now. She wanted him to know that what he did wasn't going to go unnoticed. Of course, she was aware that Joel would probably fight tooth and nail on this so she had to be smart with her words.

She found Joel in his usual spot, right next to you, holding your hand. This time, he had a book in his free hand and he was softly reading to you. He almost didn’t hear Tess come in till he heard the sound of her bag hitting the floor with a thud. His head whipped around to the direction of where the sound came from and he was already reaching for his gun, only to stop when realized it was just Tess. He muttered something under his breath as she walked over.

“This is exactly why I told you that you need to get some decent sleep, Joel.” She said as she quietly pulled up one of the chairs from the kitchen table and sat down.

“Yeah? Well, you’re lucky I didn’t accidentally shoot you just now Tess.” He gruffly responded. Closing the book on the page he left off on and set it down on the coffee table quietly.

“How’s she doin?”

“Better, I think.” He looked over at her then before refocusing his eyes on you.

Tess let out a sigh then, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned back against the chair. Joel didn’t even need to look at her face to know she was gonna tell him something that he wouldn’t enjoy hearing. He just knew by her sigh alone.

“Go on and spit it out Tess. Whatever it is you’re gonna say.”

“Nice to know that you’re still sharp.”

He waited for her to continue while he was gently stroking the outside of your hand with his thumb. Attentively watching your face to see if you would react to his touch at all. Nothing.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a few days now and before you get all, well, you. Just hear me out, alright?”

“Go on, i’m listenin.” He nodded then.

“We need to send Robert a silent message and let him know that he should watch his back. We’re just sitting here and letting him get away with ambushing us like that. I mean for fuck sakes Joel, she nearly fuckin bled out on the goddamn kitchen table.”

His shoulders visibly tensed at the painful reminder that your blood was stained all over the table just a few feet away. His jaw clenched tightly as he closed his eyes, gritting the word out above a harsh whisper.

“No.”

“Joel, if we don’t do somethin, we’re gonna end up looking weak. Do you want that fucker to think we were weak?”

He turned then so he was looking at her, the angle strained his back but he didn’t care.

“So, what? You’re gonna go after him, risk your life like that? No Tess. It’s fuckin stupid and you don’t need to go and be the hero.”

She scoffed then. Rolling her eyes.

“So you’re just perfectly okay with him getting away with it? Who’s to say that he’s not fuckin plotting against us again already? James almost fuckin killed Gwen, because Robert sent him after us, and you’re not the least bit interested in getting even with him?”

“When did I say that I'm perfectly okay with him getting away with it, huh? You think I don’t want to go out there right now and gut that fucker myself? You think I don’t want his blood all over my hands?” He nearly growled the last bit out. Sure, he wanted his revenge but it was too risky, especially with how vulnerable you were now.

“Great, I was concerned that she had just completely softened you to a goddamn Marshmallow.”

“You really want to push it right now Tess?”

“No, but you’re honestly leaving me with no choice at this point.”

He sighed then, dragging his hand against his face as he inhaled deeply and exhaled.

“What’s your plan then?” He gave in.

“The warehouse that Robert conducts his business in is on the outskirts of the QZ. There’s enough building coverage for me to hide out on one of the rooftops. Gonna take one of his men out each day. Sends a pretty damn obvious message, don’t you think?”

“So, you’re gonna snipe ‘em out, one by one?”

“Fuck yeah I am.”

He looked over at her then, watching her face for a moment and he could just tell that she was itching for a little revenge and even though he didn’t 100% agree with it, he knew Tess well enough that she was gonna go and do it anyway.

“You gonna have backup?”

She laughed lightly. Shaking her head a little. “No shit Sherlock, course I'm gonna bring backup. You think I'm stupid enough to go in on it alone?”

He couldn’t help but flash her a small grin then. Tess was far from stupid.

“No, I just wanted to make sure you’d have your bases covered. So, who are you bringin then?”

“Beatrix.”

He raised a brow then, familiar with the name as she was a fellow smuggler.

“Fair choice. Does she know about your little scheme then?”

“Yes. Well, no not yet, but she will soon.”

He nodded then before turning his body so he was facing your sleeping form once more.

“Well, sounds like you’ve got yourself a date.”

Tess was thankful that Joel had turned away from her now because almost instantly, there was a slight blush to her cheeks. Joel had no idea that he was right on the money with that one.

“Yeah, something like that.” She stood from the chair then, tucking it back under the table before she grabbed a fresh carton of bullets from the counter. Quickly reloading her gun and grabbed her bag from the floor, slinging it over her shoulder.

“Tess? Just, be careful. Alright?”

“Always.” She responded. Taking one last look at him with a slight nod before she left the apartment. Leaving Joel to his thoughts, and boy, did he have a lot of them.

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Tess knew it wouldn’t take much to convince Beatrix to be her lookout. She wasn’t hesitant about the possibility of getting killed. Beatrix loved to live life on the dangerous side. It wasn’t the only reason Tess wanted her as her backup. Of course, there was more to it.

Beatrix had spotted Tess walk through the community square easily. Tess had this thing about her. She exuded confidence, she walked into a room and owned that shit. Probably was one one of the many reasons Beatrix was attracted to her. She had a glass of homemade hooch in-front of her. Her tattered bandana hanging loosely around her neck. She gave Tess a small grin over the rim of her glass as she walked over.

“Was this close to thinking that you were gonna ditch me.” She spoke, setting her glass down and leaned over the small expanse of the makeshift table.

Tess brought her hand against her chest in mock shock.

“Me, ditching you? Never.” She looked around the area they were in for a moment before she leaned in and whispered, “Can we go somewhere a tad more private?”

That's all it took for Beatrix to nearly jump out of her seat and follow Tess into a nearby alley. Once they were certain no one would see them, Tess grabbed her hand then pulled her inside an abandoned building.

“Is this where you brutally murder me?” She mused and Tess laughed quietly, backing her into a wall before rewarding her with a chaste kiss.

“No. That would be pretty cliche don’t you think? Back alley, abandoned building. Pssh, I can definitely do better than that.”

Beatrix wasted no time threading her fingers through Tess’s hair, kissing her back while she let her free hand slide around her throat gently.

“Wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”

Tess had pulled away from the kiss then, a playful glint in her eye as she grabbed Beatrix’s hand once more, leading her towards the stairs.

“You’re such a fuckin tease you know that?” Beatrix had huffed, stumbling after her.

“Comes naturally to me, what can I say?” She led her up the stairs, kicking the rusted door open and led her out onto the abandoned rooftop.

“Ohhh so this is where you murder me, right?”

Tess laughed then, Beatrix brought this side out of her. She didn’t think that moving on from Joel would be this easy, but Beatrix was like a breath of fresh air to her.

“No, Bea.” She grinned at her. “I like having you around so you’re safe, for now.” She teased.

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A few more kisses and touches were shared before the two found themselves sitting against the wall of the rooftop, side by side, sharing a joint. How Beatrix managed to find weed this fresh, was beyond Tess.

“So, what’s the real reason you brought me up here? Don’t come up with some cliche bullshit like to see the view or something.” She took a long drag from the joint, inhaling before she blew the smoke out to the side and handed it to Tess, their fingertips brushing lightly.

“I want to take out some of Robert’s men. One by one. Send that fucker a message.”

Beatrix raised a brow then in her direction. “Revenge? Hm. I like it. How are you planning on doing that though?”

Tess took a slow drag then, closing her eyes as she inhaled and exhaled the smoke upwards. Beatrix was watching the way her lips expertly wrapped around the thin paper, biting her lip the slightest.

“My plan was to snipe them out from a rooftop. I was thinking one a day. Just enough that he would start to notice. I need someone to be my backup, my lookout.” She took another drag then before turning her head slightly to look at her.

“Me?”

Tess nodded then, a small grin slipping over her lips as she reached over and gently placed her hand around Beatrix’s cheek.

“Yeah, who the hell else would I ask?”

“Figured it would be Joel.”

“He’s a little preoccupied at the moment. He doesn’t leave her side. I had to literally force him to shower just the other day and that man is fuckin stubborn Bea.”

Beatrix nodded then, closing her eyes for a moment as she rested her cheek in Tess’s palm. “So, are you doing this Gwen? Or, for him?”

“She nearly bled out on my fuckin kitchen table, Bea. I watched her go down. I heard her screams. Besides, I let him go. What other choice did I have? He was never mine to begin with, not really.”

Beatrix finished what was left of the joint and flicked it over the side of the rooftop before she climbed into Tess’s lap, placing her hands on either side of her head as she leaned down, lightly brushing her nose against hers, closing the small proximity between them. “Yeah, but you’re mine, right?”

Tess was not used to being underneath anyone. It was frankly not her style but she had to admit, Beatrix had some solid game. She leaned up then, brushing her lips against hers, just barely kissing her, while her hands found their way around her waist, pulling her in close so their chests were flushed. “Yeah, baby. I’m yours.”

“Alright damn, you don’t gotta ask me twice. I’ll be your lookout.” She closed the gap between them then, giving her a proper kiss and Tess couldn’t help but let out a light laugh between kisses.

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Waking up in Joel Miller’s arms was something that you would never get used to, you were certain of it. He was always there. Holding you, loving on you. Even more so now since you entirely gave yourselves to each-other a few nights ago. Safe to say that you both had a hard time keeping your hands to yourself. Him in particular. He loved your thighs, your tummy, the swell of your breasts. He loved kissing on you the most, listening to your sweet giggles turn to soft moans when he would leave love marks around your neck, collarbones and down your chest. He always had to be touching you in some way. Skin on skin. Not that you were complaining, the attention was well received and you found yourself returning it. You loved to be the big spoon, leaving kisses between his shoulder blades while your hands roamed his chest and tummy. You liked the fact that he was strong, yet squishy in the right spots.

On this particular spring morning, while the sun was starting to peek through the tattered curtains, and you could hear the soft morning songs of the birds outside, you found yourself studying Joel’s facial features while he rested. His lips looked like two soft pink pillows, begging to be kissed. His hair, soft and fluffy and mussed up from sleep, and you. You took in all his little imperfections. The scar across the ridge of his nose, another along his forehead, just under his hairline. Finally, the scar running across his brow, the one you left with your knife. Joel Miller was ruggedly handsome, you’d even call him beautiful.

Your longing stares seemed to have been caught when he rasped lowly, his voice thick with sleep with a low rumble from his chest. “Y’know, it’s rude to stare, honey.”

He had a small smirk tugging on his lips as he slowly peeked an eye open at you.

“I wasn’t starin. No clue what you’re goin on about, cowboy.”

“Oh? So you totally weren’t checkin me out with those pretty eyes? Well, in that case..” He was already reaching for you then, grabbing your hips in his calloused hands, coaxing you into his lap as you lightly giggled.

“Joel, I swear. I wasn’t starin!” You looked down at him then, letting your hands slide up his bare chest slowly.

“You’re a shit fuckin liar, Sugar.”

You leaned down then, your hair falling down around your face in a soft curtain as you grasped his jaw between your fingers.

“Shut up. Do’ya want a kiss or not? I’m feeling generous.” He was already sitting up then, meeting you halfway as his hands came up to your face, gently caressing you as he kissed you deeply. It didn’t take long for him to gently flip you on your back, pulling the covers around you both as he slipped inside of you with ease. Morning sex was by far his favorite.

He was laying on his side now with your back against his chest and your arm gently resting along your hip bone as you were both catching your breath. This man had some serious stamina after 3 rounds. It was pretty obvious he wasn’t done with you just yet. You felt his sweat soaked hair tickling your skin as he buried his face in your neck, leaving feather light kisses. His arm had slid around your middle, tucking around your waist comfortably as he came down from his high. A few comfortable minutes of silence had passed before he spoke, his words muffled by your skin against his lips. “Y’remember a couple nights ago when I said I wanted to treat ya? Wanted to get a proper taste of you?” He hummed the last part out and it sent a shiver down your spine.

You lifted your arm that was resting along your hip bone and slowly brought it up into the back of his hair, threading your fingers through the soft strands. You turned your head slightly so you could look at him just as he had lifted his head up from your neck to look at you. His eyes were soft, warm, and inviting. He looked at you with a slight, suggestive raise of his brow, and you instantly felt your cheeks heat up. “Yeah, I remember you briefly mentioning it.”

“Yeah? How would ya feel if I showed you just what I meant? Only if you wanna of course.”

He watched as your cheeks flushed a bright red as you stumbled over your words. “Well I, it's not that I don’t want you to it’s just–”

“What is it honey? It’s alright, I’m not gonna pressure ya or anythin okay? That’s the last thing I ever wanna do.”

“You’re fine Joel, really baby you’re fine. I just, well–I honestly assumed that most guys aren't like..into the whole body hair thing y’know?” You felt slightly embarrassed over the fact that you were even having this conversation. It was unfortunate because your past ‘lovers’ had made you feel ashamed for having body hair, despite the fact that it was completely fuckin normal. Besides, where the hell were you gonna find a razor and shaving cream in a goddamn apocalypse?

Joel looked at you then, he really looked at you. “That’s cause they’re boys, Sugar. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but i’m a man, and I fuckin love every inch of your skin. Every blemish, every scar, every ‘lil imperfection. Love ‘em all. Joel spoke with the utmost sincerity. “Know you’re tired, honey. So I'll let ya rest a little more but when you’re ready, i’m gonna show ya just how much I love ‘em.”

You were left feeling stunned then. Blinking a few times as you processed his words. Yeah, no man was ever going to compare to Joel fucking Miller. “You’re insane, you know that? Laying there, looking like that, saying all the right things. You’re making my head spin, Fuck you.” You spoke playfully.

Joel responded by dipping his head down and pressing a light kiss to the bare skin of your shoulder. Slowly trailing them down the expanse of your arm where it rested along your hip bone. You could feel his smug grin against your skin, he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“Lie on your back, honey. Get nice and comfy for me, okay?” He had removed his arm from where it was draped along your waist while he watched you slowly turn over onto your back. He was kind enough to fluff the two pillows behind your head before you laid down.

“Gonna take care of you Sugar. Just like I promised. If you want me to stop, just let me know, kay?” He was leaning over you now, his hand resting along your thigh gently dragging his fingers against your skin.

You couldn’t help but lean up and press a chaste kiss to his lips before he was gently pressing you into the mattress once more. You watched his eyes as he coaxed your thighs open and when his lips started to make their descent down between your breasts, and navel, you instinctively brought your fingers into his hair. He was taking his sweet time as he swirled his tongue around your navel, scooting himself down so he was on his knees between your thighs. He looked up at you, his pupils darkened and a small smirk on his lips. His hands reached around, grabbing the back of your thighs, the pads of his fingertips digging into your skin deliciously as he yanked you down closer to him.

“You can’t even begin to imagine how long i’ve been dyin to get a taste of this pretty little pussy.” The filth dripped from his tongue with ease. You could tell he was enjoying seeing you squirm and he had barely even touched you.

“You gotta stop teasing me, Joel. It’s killing me.”

He chuckled then, pressing a kiss to your hip bone then before dragging his lips down over your pubic bone. He skipped over the area you needed him most and instead, nipped at your inner thighs.

“Patience, honey. Gonna take my sweet fuckin time with you, kay?” he nipped at the soft skin of your inner thighs once more before he ever so slightly, brushed his lips against your clit. It was enough for you to jolt forward and he chuckled lowly, glancing up at you through his long lashes, a glint in his eyes. Before you could speak, he flattened his tongue against you while his fingers teased your slick folds, spreading them open as he flicked his tongue back and forth against your sensitive clit. You tightened your grip on his hair, tilting your head back as you let out a slew of low moans. He wrapped his lips around your clit then, the sucking sounds he made had your head spinning while lapped at your pussy. Drinking you in like you were the last meal he would ever have the pleasures of devouring. His nose was buried firmly against your pubic bone while he changed his game from short, quick flicks to long, hot stripes. Your thighs had closed in around his head slightly from the overwhelming sensation and he used his free hand to prop them back open, tsking you against your pussy before he was reaching his hand under your thigh and grasping yours in his, interlocking your fingers together.

He glanced up at you momentarily, just enough that you could see his chin and beard were coated in your arousal before he dove back in, his fingers that were once teasing your folds were now inside of you, the combination of his fingers and mouth on you was a dangerous one as you moaned out his name.

“Doin so good for me honey. Could eat your pretty little pussy for days.” He mumbled against you, sending vibrations up your core. You just about lost it when he started to shake his head back and forth causing his nose to bump against your clit.

“Fu–fuck Joel, i’m gonna–”

He squeezed your hand then, letting you know that it was okay and that he’s got you and that you were safe.

“I know baby, I got you. You’re safe.” He dragged his tongue against you a few more times as he felt your thighs quiver and shake as you squeezed his hand back tightly.

“Fuck–baby i’m gonna cum! Jesus fuck–your tongue is the fuckin devil–” Your eyes rolled back into your skull, you were seeing stars as your orgasm rippled through you. Joel had given you a few light kitten licks before he pressed a kiss to your swollen clit and slowly slipped his fingers out of you. He kissed his way back up your body, his elbows were on either side of your head by the time he had reached your lips. He pressed feather light kisses to your chin, cheek bones, nose, forehead and finally your lips.

You felt his strong arms wrap around you, gently lifting you up and holding you close to his chest.

“Hey baby, how was that? You good Sugar?”

You had barely processed that you were in his arms again as you came down from your high, wrapping your arms around his neck and looking up at him, a post-orgasm smile gracing your features. “I’ve never been fuckin better. I feel like I'm on a cloud right now.”

He chuckled then. Pressing another kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Yeah, well you got me feelin pretty pussy drunk. Coulda kept goin but I didn’t wanna overwhelm ya.”

You grabbed his face gently in your hands then and pulled him in for a proper kiss. Tasting yourself on his tongue. “Mmm. Well, you can do that literally whenever you want. I will not say no.”

“You’re just gonna boost my ego honey. It’s gonna go straight to my head.” He mumbled against your lips. After a few moments of kissing, he slowly pulled away climbing off the bed and padded off to the bathroom. He returned shortly with a towel and once again, took his time cleaning you up. Gently wiping between your thighs.

You spent the rest of the day napping together. It was blissful, and you could confidently say that you were happy.

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You wished that the nightmares never came. You had evaded them for so long now. The trauma of the night that you nearly died. The memories came trickling in and you often found yourself waking up, screaming. Joel was always there. Holding you, comforting you. Letting you sob into his chest before falling back asleep. The nightmares were becoming so constant that you were beginning to lose yourself again. Even with Joel there, you were constantly on edge and it tore you up inside.

By June, you were fed up. You didn’t want to live in constant fear just because of James. He was dead. You killed him. Put him six feet fucking under. That should have been enough for you but it wasn’t. You wanted Robert to pay. You wanted your revenge. Joel knew revenge all too well and he was more than willing to help make sure that it was delivered.

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Robert was an unforgiving man. If someone crossed him, tried to run, he made sure they would pay for it. So when he caught wind that Joel Miller, you and Tess, were making a run for it, he had no problem snapping his grimy fingers and sending his men after you.

You were supposed to be dead. Robert figured out early on that you were the key to Joel Miller’s demise. Taking you out would just be one step closer to him getting rid of Joel and Tess. The saying that you keep your friends close, and your enemies closer, was true for Robert. Joel and Tess were his best smugglers by far, but it was only a matter of time before he would be the one ending up with a bullet to the skull. Robert liked to play dirty, this was a known fact.

So, when the news broke that you were dead, James fatally stabbed you, and you bled out on mossy concrete while Joel clutched you to his chest, was a lie. Robert didn’t know this. He had no reason to believe that you were alive. Stab wounds of any kind were fatal in these pressing times. As far as he was concerned, you were six feet under already.

This lie didn’t become apparent till he heard whispering of you being alive. He had eyes and ears all throughout the QZ. So when this newfound information was relayed back to him, he shot the messenger. Point blank, no hesitation.

“Next person who comes to me with that bullshit, gets a bullet.” He spoke while surveying what was left of his men.

“Sir—”

“You wanna be next?”

“No.”

“Good, that’s what I thought. Now gentlemen, we have a real problem on our hands eh? Someone’s been spying on us, taking us out one by one. My money is on Miller, or Tess. So what do we do about this problem?”

“We snuff it out?” Another spoke.

Robert clapped his hands together then with a sick grin on his face.

“Precisely! We snuff them out. They wanna play dirty cause we have her blood on our hands? So be it. We’ll fuckin play dirty right back.”

Little did Robert know, there would be no snuffing Joel and Tess out. You and Joel were already lurking in the shadows of the abandoned warehouse, waiting to strike. It was your plan, your plot for revenge. You would have gone in alone, but Joel would never let you even when you insisted that you had to do this on your own.

Your back was flush against a half crumbled wall, your gun held between your hands, finger hovering the trigger, Joel was beside you, in the same position. He had slowly peeked his head around the corner to get a good look at Robert and his 5 men.

“5 of ‘em and Robert. Not lookin heavily armed, but we’re gonna have to be quick about this, kay sugar?” He spoke above a whisper, leaning in towards you.

“Just 5? Damn, his numbers are really runnin thin. Tess wasn’t kidding.”

“You still want the first hit on him?” You asked while looking up at him with a raise of your brow.

“I want nothin more than to be the first one to lay a punch on that mother fucker.”

You couldn’t help but lean up and kiss him then, it was a chaste kiss but you both still felt the same sparks.

“I wouldn’t dare take that from you, baby. You lay a good one on him, okay?”

He grinned into your lips then, kissing you right back before he reluctantly pulled away. He got serious again. This was the first time since you nearly died 2 months ago that you were getting back in on the action. This time around, you were calling the shots.

“Alright honey, you got me and I got you. Things get tight and we split, got it?” He spoke with a slight edge to his voice. If something were to happen to you again—

“Joel, we’re gonna get this mother fucker and then we’re gonna go home. I got you, and you got me.”

He gave you a slight nod then, eyes locked on yours. It’s showtime, mother fuckers.

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“So here’s what I’m thinking: we know where Miller lives, right? We go in at night and—“

BANG

The man to his left drops dead beside his feet.

“Where the fuck did that come from—“

BANG

the man standing across from him, drops, clutching his chest as he bleeds out along the floor. His body twitches for a moment, then goes still.

The three remaining men draw their guns, looking to find where the shots were coming from. You peeked your head out slightly from behind the wall. aim, fire, bullseye motherfucker.

BANG

The third man slumped to the floor, you had put a bullet right between his eyes before he even had the chance to pull his own trigger.

Two more echoing sounds of gunshots were heard, followed by the sound of bodies falling and hitting the floor with a loud thump. Joel had taken the remaining two of Roberts men out when you had finally stepped out of the shadows, aiming your gun right at Roberts head.

He had turned around then, facing you, slowly clapping like the twisted maniac fuck that he was.

“Well, well, well. Quite the performance you put on there sweetheart. Although, correct me if I’m mistaken, but shouldn’t you be dead? Hm. I must be seeing things.”

“James had terrible aim. I didn’t.”

“Ah, yes this is true. I’m disappointed that James didn’t go for your throat. Or gutted you like a fuckin fish you little bitch—“

Joel had stepped out from the shadows then, gun raised, his footsteps heavy on his approach. He had a cold look in his eye. One that you had only seen a handful of times before. It was enough to send chills through even the toughest of bones.

“Brought the guard dog with you as well?” There was a hint of amusement in his tone.

“He’s just here to watch.” you deadpanned.

Robert raised a brow then, looking between you and Joel.

“What exactly is he here to watch, Gwendolyn?”

“You’ll see. Oh, and Robert? It’s Gwen.”

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Before Robert even had the chance to respond, let alone reach for his gun, Joel was there in front of you, grabbing Robert by the collar of his shirt, and slammed his fist into his face. Hard enough that you could hear the cracking of bone under his knuckles.

The first hit alone was enough to knock Robert out cold. Joel didn’t let his body hit the floor. Oh no, he got a couple more hits in before throwing his body down into the chair.

You worked quickly to tie Robert up then, he was going to be in a world of pain when he woke up.

Robert had painfully returned to consciousness from Joel repeatedly snapping his fingers in his face. In a daze, with his head throbbing, Robert had reached for his gun. Only then to realize that he was strapped down to a chair. Not just with thick rope, but duct tape as well.

He spat out congealed blood from his mouth then, his teeth stained bright red. He looked at the two lovers and chuckled.

“You guys fuckin Bonnie and Clyde now?”

You were the first to speak then as you twirled your knife in your grasp. “No. We’re Gwen and Joel.”

He chuckled again, lolling his head to the side as it felt pretty fucking heavy all of a sudden.

“Mhm. So tell me Gwendolyn, you got me tied up here, at your mercy. Can’t say I haven’t fantasized about this more than once.” He looked at Joel then, a smirk spreading across his lips as he watched him grind his teeth together, his jaw clenching and unclenching.

“You gonna kill me now? Huh little girl?”

“No. I’m not going to kill you Robert. You wanna know why?”

“Please darling, enthrall me.”

“That would be showing you mercy. Taking the easy way out. I don’t have an ounce of fuckin mercy for you.”

“He finally let you off your leash, huh? Are you a cold blooded killer just like him?” He asked with a raise of his blood stained brow

You took a few menacing steps forward. All those years of men pushing you around. Taking advantage of you. Calling you a little girl. Underestimating you. It all led up to this very moment.

You came to a stop in front of him then. Grabbing the back of his head and forcing him to look right up at you. “No, I’m worse than that. You leaned down then, your lips at the shell of his ear. I’m a woman seeking her revenge.”

You snapped his head back against the chair then hearing him let out a grunt of pain. Your knife was firmly grasped in your hand still as he looked up at you, still with that same smirk. Not for long you thought. He wouldn’t be smirking for a while.

“Would you mind holding this for me?” You gestured to your knife and watched his face fall slightly at your request. Now you were the one smirking.

“I’m tied to a fuckin chair—“

He was cut off by you jabbing your knife into the deep muscle of his thigh causing him to let out an anguished yell, his body jolting forward. You twisted the blade deep into his flesh then as he shouted out a slew of profanities.

“Thank you.” You spoke in a sickly sweet tone.

“You fuckin bitch I’m going to make sure you pay for that—“

You twisted the knife deeper, slowly driving it through the muscle till the silver of the blade was no longer visible.

“You probably won’t be able to walk again after that. Might even have to amputate it.”

Robert couldn’t even form words then as he looked at Joel, pleading with him to put him out of his misery. Your Joel was leaned against the nearest wall, his arms crossed over his chest.

“What’re you lookin at him for?”

In one swift movement, you yanked your knife from his torn flesh, making sure to really drag it along as he let out another strangled sound.

You brought the tip of your knife, dripping in his blood to his chin, forcing him to look up at you once more.

“Eyes on me. Don’t look at him, look at me. He can’t help you.”

Robert had spat blood on your face then and just for a split moment, you thought about spilling this man’s blood all over the floor.

“You fuckin listen to everything I’m about to say. You got it? You even think about crossing us again, I will kill you. You think about harming Joel or Tess? I’ll kill you. You fucking ambush us like that again? I’ll kill you.”

You held the edge of your knife against his throat now just so he would take your word seriously.

“You’re crazier than him.” He hissed

You leaned down then so that you were more level and whispered, “Goodbye Robert.”

You retracted your knife from his throat then and kicked the chair hard enough that it fell over. You refused to listen to him yelling that you’d pay for this as you walked away, wiping his blood from your knife and tucked it back into the holster. You didn’t look back, only forward. You looked right at Joel as he pushed himself off the wall, following behind you.

Once the two of you were back outside in the hot summer air, Joel had grabbed your hand then, pulling you into a dark alleyway, backing you into a brick wall gently.

“You okay, sugar? Do you feel better now?”

You brought your arms around his neck then, threading your fingers through the back of his hair.

“I’d feel a hell of a lot better if you’d kiss me already Miller.”

He grinned then grasping you by the waist before he leaned down and captured your lips in a searing kiss.

“You were insane back there honey. Remind me to never get on your bad side, okay?”

You hummed against his lips then, gripping his hair tighter.

“Highly doubt you have to worry about that ever happening Joel.”

“Good.” He mumbled against your lips.

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You’d be lying if you said that Joel didn’t fuck you in that dark alley, with his hand deliciously clamped over your mouth so no one would hear your filthy moans. His eyes stayed fiercely locked on yours, even as you both came undone.

Yeah, you’d be lying.

Chapter 12:

[dirty-bear-rick-sanchez]

Hi, sorry to ask but have you written any fanfics where Jerry is autistic? I've read your autistic!morty fic and thought that was excellent. I'm trying to find Jerry-centric fanfics where he isn't mischaracterized/demonized. (Way too many people write Jerry as transphobic which -_-ll no he isn't)

Hi, no need to apologise! I haven't written any autistic Jerry fics and I'm not sure if I know of any (if anyone else does, please leave recs on this post!). I do 100% view him as autistic though. Thank you!

Yeah honestly Jerry being portrayed as transphobic is something that bothers me as a trans guy? I headcanon him as supportive but clueless/cringe at times (he a little confused but he got the spirit).

I do have a trans Morty WIP with a scene between Morty and Jerry, although Morty is still very early on in figuring out that he might be a guy, and Jerry kind of knows something is up but assumes Morty is a lesbian rather than a trans guy and so kind of fumbles but ultimately is trying to be supportive/nice. Morty does worry about Jerry not loving him anymore if he's trans, although this is Morty's POV rather than being objective/a thing that actually happens.

I'll leave the scene below the cut in case anyone's interested. Warnings for mention of periods (and them being referred to in a gendered way), fear of transphobia from parents, accidental misgendering (and misgendering/deadnaming of Morty in the text since this is only the very start of Morty's gender questioning).

“Morti? Rick said you’re sick. Are you OK?” Jerry opens the door. Morti quickly shoves her phone under her pillow. Thankfully, her dad is as oblivious as ever as he walks over and rests a hand against her forehead.

“You don’t feel warm. Is it, uh, you know,” Jerry points down towards his own abdomen, “woman troubles?” he asks in an exaggerated stage whisper. Morti wants to die all over again. She presses her face into her pillow.

“Hey, sweetheart, i-it’s OK.” Morti feels Jerry rest a tentative hand on her shoulder. “Do you need anything?”

Morti takes a few deep breaths to calm herself and then sits up.

“N-no, Dad, I’m OK.”

“OK, honey.” Jerry wraps his arms around her and Morti can’t help but wonder if he would still hug her like this if he knew what she’d spent the past couple of hours reading about. She hugs him back tightly, suddenly unable to stop thinking that she might have to make the most of the affection while it lasts.

When Jerry pulls back, his face clouds with concern and Morti realises she’s once again been crying. She’s getting really sick of that.

“Morti, honey, what’s wrong?”

Morti feels the question writhing around in her gut until it chokes its way out of her mouth. “Dad… you’d love me no matter what, right?”

“Of course, sweetie. No matter what, you’ll always be my daughter.”

The words are meant to be a comfort, but all Morti can think about is the possibility that she’s not his daughter.

“Morti? Are you gay? It’s OK if you’re gay, you know.” As always, Jerry is well-intentioned but clueless. Truthfully, Morti’s not really put much thought into her own sexual orientation, and it’s not her main concern right now. She shakes her head, and Jerry looks doubtful but leaves it. 

After a few minutes, Morti works up the courage to speak again. “Dad? Could-could you… tell me a story? Like when I was little?” she cringes as she says the words, knowing she’s far too old to be asking for something like that. To her relief, Jerry smiles.

“Sure thing, sweetie.” 

He launches into an improvised story, very similar to the ones she remembers him coming up with when she was younger. She has a memory of Summer complaining Jerry’s stories were boring, always demanding more action. However, once Summer had aged out of wanting a bedtime story and left Morti as the sole listener, Jerry had settled comfortably back into his original stories, which Morti found calming and reassuring. 

Her dad’s voice relaxes her and she rests her head against the pillow, feeling her eyelids begin to droop. Jerry’s hand rests on her hair and strokes it gently, just as he used to all those years ago. It’s enough to block out the negative thoughts for the time being, and Morti is so exhausted from the recent events that she soon drifts peacefully into sleep.

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Okay I need to know things from literally ALL of the wip’s 😂

But I guess the ones that intrigue me the most are the post AUS2024 fic, the alternate Vegas 2023 story and the lmao daniel retirement fic!!

But like I said, I want to know all things lol! You are like one of my favourite authors ❤️

P.S. please feel no pressure to update, write or anything. Take your time

beth you ask and i will dutifully answer, gonna put everything under the cut because this is a long post 🫡

snippets: ausgp 2024/you're on another path

so fun fact about this one i wrote it post quali, and i had planned to post it after the race was done so i a "pre-wrote" two endings. i wasn't going to because i was gonna be like "oh max will win but something bad might happen to daniel" so i had this ready to go:

and i was sitting in the grandstand watching max's car explode in the pitlane and all i could think about was "did i do this. again" and honestly who knows.

Daniel’s already lying down face first on the bed when Max makes it back to their hotel room. He’s been doing it a lot recently after races, opening the door to their hotel room and just starfishing on the bed, unmoving until Max gently coaxes him to actually sleep. 

God, if his twenty-something year old self could see him now. 

Yeah, you’re back at the team you started with—no not HRT, that’s gone now, yes the Red Bull—not junior—sister team. The Red Bull seat? Yeah, not yours anymore, and it’s looking like it’s gonna stay that way. No, no podium at your home race, more like qualifying P18 because you were an idiot and drove over track limits. Points? Well, you had a good chance but I guess luck just wasn’t on your side yet again. 

Oh, and that young and upcoming driver from the Netherlands? Yeah, he’s your boyfriend now—surprise, you’re gay! And he’s a three time world champion, but that’s probably not important. 

Any one of those things would’ve sent Daniel into hospital, but all of those things combined? 

Early death. 

snippets: las vegas 2025/bonus fic reimagined

(i'm going to assume you mean las vegas 2025 and i'll give you both)

Max isn’t winning right now. 

He couldn’t really tell you why. 

Plenty of pundits, fans, strangers on the street have stopped him and asked him to dissect why he hasn’t won a championship in the past two years. He gives them a hastily PR trained and approved answer that seems to be more conscious in his mind now than before and cracks a well timed joke he’s sure his teammate would be proud of. 

Then Daniel comes along and will say, “Max already has three, he’s got to leave some for the rest of us!”, and the conversation will usually move on quickly after that. 

He knows that Daniel isn’t the sole reason for his non-winning ways right now, but when the eventual news of their relationship happens to drop, there’ll be dissections for days on if Daniel plays a part in Max’s performance right now. 

The last time Max hadn’t won a championship was when Daniel Ricciardo was with Red Bull, surely there’s some connection there?

snippets: las vegas 2025/don't read the last page

(Max is italics, Daniel is not.)

Max 🩵

July 31, 2025

...

I may have accidentally 

I swear it was an accident 

Like I pinky promise swear to our first born child

Don’t bring Matilda into this

Did you murder someone

What

Why is that your first thing

You are making a big deal out of it

Like bigger than the podcast you did in January

So I have to assume you murdered someone

Okay well it’s not murder but nice to know you think I’m capable of it

Daniel

I forgot to take off my wedding ring and wore it in the paddock and people saw and I got asked about in the press conference 

They definitely thought I was just engaged so I guess that’s just a silver lining

And you have a bet with Lando over when I was going to accidentally do this

Which is rude because I would never do the same to you Maxy

You literally have a bet with Fernando over if I’m going to slip up and say husband in an interview

How do you know that

And he’s Fernando you know you can’t say no to him

Daniel

When you came out you literally posted a photo of me on your Instagram

The whole paddock knows we are married

Half of them went to our wedding

About 85% of fans think we are in a relationship because you keep on teasing them with photos that is definitely me

Is it so bad that we just say yeah we’re married

We are literally about to have a kid

Okay well when you put it like that

I guess you’re right 

I know

I’m always right

snippets: lmao daniel retirement

They asked him if he wanted a big farewell thing, like they had done with Sebastian and Kimi a couple years back. 

He’d almost said no until Lando pulled a face and said “Mate, people’s last memory of you driving can’t be you heading to the pitlane again.” 

So he agreed. Told Blake to tell them to keep it minimal. No standing on giant mockups of his face during the national anthem or whatever. 

[fire-on-thirst]

Eeeeeeer’ything you do is incredible!

I’d love to see some Sebchal Instagram au! The dynamic of those too is so good. Perhaps an accidental hard launch or whatever you enjoy writing more! Like the drivers being all confused and shocked; the whole F1 world really!

Thanks for reading my request! *bows respectfully*

sebastianvettel story

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charles_leclerc And I’m the one with zero braincells.

Since one old man doesn’t know how to use Instagram and is now on an Instagram ban I may as well officially announce it and stop the many rumours and stop the speculation that is going around. (He is helping me write this but he is banned from instagram for the foreseeable future).

Sebastian and I are dating and have been for several years now. Only close family members really knew about it and that’s what the two of us ultimately decided. We wanted to be able to separate our private lives with our racing so decided to keep this relationship to ourselves. Something for just the two of us to enjoy. We never wanted the media or other people to use our relationship against us when racing both in the same team and against one another. It was bad enough when nobody knew we were dating so we could only imagine what it would be like if people knew and therefore we kept it a secret. From everyone.

I’m sorry to our friends whom we have hid this from and ultimately kept apart of ourselves away from you. I’m sorry that we lied to you for those years and for the extravagant excuses that we had come up with (mainly me) since we couldn’t tell you the truth. I’m sorry that we have left you out of some of our most precious moments and memories however we will make sure that you are involved in our future ones.

This doesn’t change anything about us and never has. It’s never affected our racing and never will just like nobody else’s relationships affect their racing abilities. This shouldn’t change anything at all as we are still the same people but if you are homophobic (and therefore probably old fashioned and don’t think there should be gay drivers, or female for that matter) go and watch some other racing series with some other drivers. We don’t need your hatred here.

Anyway, now Sebastian has outed this relationship he is able to come to every race now without it being suspicious. He can officially become a WAG or HAB. (The best one too)

- Charles & Sebastian Leclerc-Vettel (Leclerc only went first as it’s closer to the top of the alphabet and don’t have to wait forever for out names to get called if they do surnames first)

👥 sebastianvettel

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pierregasly I shouldn’t be that surprised considering you’ve always been a relationship kind of guy and then you were without a relationship for 5 years

pierregasly Also how you never even gave those people I tried to set you up with a second glance

pierregasly Also you can tell who wrote each part of this 😂

lewishamilton Congratulations to the both of you. You know we’re always behind you! ❤️

charlesleclerc YOU KNEW

lewishamilton I’m more surprised no one else did

pierregasly LEWIS KNEW

lewishamilton I’m just observant. Something that you could learn about being.

landonorris SEBCHAL IS A THING

user1 Lando fan girling like the rest of us 😭😭

lance_stroll So I don’t have to lie either

charlesleclerc No, thanks for keeping it a secret though

pierregasly LANCE KNEW

charlesleclerc He walked in on us when Seb was at Aston Martin… it’s not my fault

pierregasly STILL… I should’ve known

lance_stroll Is now a bad time to say that I told Esteban so Esteban knew too

pierregasly ESTEBAN KNEW TOO

pierregasly That’s it… I’m not talking to you

charles_leclerc Thanks Lance 🙄

mickschumacher Happy for the both of you 😁❤️

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charles_leclerc Just a short summary of our relationship:

14.02.2019 - First Photoshoot as Teammates and I persuaded you to go on a date with me

15.02.2019 - Our First Date (Picture of the table and my incredible outfit)

31.03.2019 - Became an official couple (unfortunately no photos, also hopefully I got the date correct. It was after my first pole position of my F1 career and my first podium too)

22.09.2019 - Our First (and only) 1-2 (Truthfully this was the day I truly knew that I loved him. He won yet knew it would be a difficult day for me so spent the whole day, mainly evening, with me instead of celebrating the whole night)

08.04.2020 - Proposal (Yes he made me go on a hike for it and yes he set up a camera to catch this moment)

15.08.2021 - Marriage (I did not copy the date from Seb’s post no matter what everyone says)

13.03.2024 - Now. One amazing little girl who is everything that we can ask for and another on the way. (This is a major factor as to why Seb decided to retire)

👥 sebastianvettel

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danielricciardo You got married and has no proper party or stag?? I’ll plan one

charlesleclerc Seb says no Vegas

danielricciardo Boring

charlesleclerc Tell him that

pierregasly YOU HAVE CHILDREN!!! YOU HAVE DEPRIVED ME OF BEING FAVOURITE UNCLE

arthur_leclerc Sorry Pierre but I’ve already won that competition

lorenzotl Think I have that crown

fabian_vettel Think you’d both find that title goes to me

charles_leclerc Sorry to disappoint you all but according to my daughter her favourite is Kimi

charles_leclerc .pierregasly if you message me normally you can come around to meet her. She’s been asking

arthur_leclerc KIMI?!?! HOW IS IT KIMI?? HE BARELY CRACKS A SMILE

charles_leclerc He gives her unlimited Ice-cream and is apparently funny. She’s always giggling around him

arthur_leclerc You’d kill me if I gave her that

pierregasly On my way now 🏃

maxverstappen1 I’ve sent over some of my merch and red bull stuff so your child can support the correct driver and team

charles_leclerc I swear to god Verstappen i will hunt you down if any red bull stuff ends up in my house

maxverstappen1 I think you’d find that your husband won his 4 World Championships with that team… perfect stuff for your children

charles_leclerc Don’t you dare

[schrijverr]

What a 'Your Mom' Joke Can Get You

Richie accidentally comes out on twitter. He has a panic attack about it, but his friends are always in his corner.

On AO3.

Ships: reddie

Warnings: homophobia mention, panic attack

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Richie comes out on a whim. Well, not so much a whim as an accident, but a planned accident, or more well put, an accident that came from something he wanted to do, but never dared yet played so much on the background that he did it without taking a moment to reflect on it.

He’s scrolling through twitter, head resting on Eddie’s lap (who honestly should have stopped him, in Richie’s defense). However, Eddie himself isn’t a twitter person and isn’t paying attention to Richie’s giggles as he amuses himself on twitter, a common occurrence.

After their reunion, Richie took a step back from being in the spotlight. He stayed with Eddie as he recovered and went through his divorce at the same time, something that wasn’t easy. But now, two years after the reunion, Eddie is a divorcee and they are happily together.

About half a year, Richie slowly got back into the spotlights with the tweet: Rumors of my drug addiction have been vastly exaggerated

Later he went on an interview and explained how he got news of the loss of a close childhood friend, with whom he lost contact (Stan). And how another of his old friends got into an accident when they all met up and he has helped during his recovery (Eddie).

Overnight his story about drug abuse and rock bottom turned into one of loss, reaching out, and healing. It was crazy to see how people received him differently and it allowed him to change his stand up. To change views, write his own stuff, present himself differently.

He has been happier with his work and glad he gets to be more open with people without as much of the backlash he would have gotten otherwise. He has been able to shift his content and audience to a place he’s happy with. And with the support of Eddie, being in a happy relationship for the first time in his life, he has been playing with the idea of coming out as mentioned before.

With the new leaf he turned over, he’s become more active on social media, dropping the techno-inept dude for becoming hip with the kids and failing at meme’s in his own way. It was easier to ease back into the scene like that and built up a different audience before he went up on stage again, plus he found he quite enjoys memes.

One of his favorite things to do is to send them to the groups chat and watch no one but Beverly and Ben get them. The other Losers attempting to guess and failing miserably.

His other favorite thing to do, is to comment on the posts of random users that are obviously not meant to see the light of day or posting his own random thoughts on twitter. This is what he is doing on that faithful evening it happens (he would emphasize the it, but bad memories and all that).

He’s looking at funny tweets, commenting where he goes when he sees a post that claims gay people just flirt in the worsts ways. Richie snorts to himself and without think he responds: Uhm, excuse me, if I can get a boyfriend with my ‘your mom’ jokes then I don’t want criticism on my methods

Right as he presses tweet Eddie randomly starts groaning, so Richie locks his phone and frowns in concern. He asks: “Are you okay, Eds?”

“Don’t call me that,” Eddie says, choosing snark first, before saying: “My back is acting up. I’m going to lie down on the floor for a bit.”

“Want me to give you a massage?” Richie asks.

Eddie gives him a look and replies: “Really?”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Eduardo,” Richie says. “I meant an actual massage.”

“Oh, yeah, that would be nice actually,” Eddie tells him and Richie forgets all about messing about on twitter in favor of making sure Eddie is comfortable and cared for.

They make it an early night and since Richie doesn’t need to get up early, he leaves his phone near the couch. He snuggles into the bed with his boyfriend and is comfortable, unaware of the shitstorm that is happening on the internet.

The next morning he wakes equally oblivious. Eddie is already out on his run, because he is an insane person, so even weekends aren’t holy to him. 9-5 freak, Richie mentally calls him with a fondness that was unknown to him before Eddie. With that he gets out of bed and starts some coffee and breakfast for the two of them.

It’s not until he’s waiting for Eddie to come back with finished breakfast that he is bored enough to want to catch up on the world.

He finds his phone near the couch and vaguely remembers being on twitter before leaving it there, as he grabs it. His anxiety starts to spike, however, when he sees the thousands of notifications on his phone, trying to remember what his last tweet was. Maybe he accidentally tweeted slur mcslurton and he is getting canceled!

With shaking hands he unlocks the phone. The tweet he posted yesterday is still open on his phone, now with thousands of likes, replies and retweets.

Richie’s heart drops to his stomach.

Uhm, excuse me, if I can get a boyfriend with my ‘your mom’ jokes then I don’t want criticism on my methods

He tweeted that.

He just threw that out in the world.

He wasn’t thinking.

Without his consent his hands start to shake worse and he drops his phone as his breath starts to catch in his throat, the oxygen burning. Tears gather in his eyes and his vision blurs. His knees buckle and he sinks to the ground as he attempts to get his breathing back in check.

That is how Eddie finds him when he comes back, still a little sweaty, but satisfied from his run. He is humming and calls out a greeting to Richie, not yet spotting him.

Richie desperately tries to stop. He doesn’t want to worry his Eds. However, it’s no use. His lungs aren’t cooperating and when he greets back, he sounds out of breath and distressed, which is perfectly matched with mood.

He hears Eddie’s footfalls pause, before they speed up as they get closer to him. Concerned Eddie gasps: “Oh my god, Richie! Are you okay? What happened?”

“I-” Richie starts to answer, to explain, to soothe Eddie’s worries. But the words catch in his throat and he starts to spiral again as he thinks of what happened.

He hates how he is still reacting like this to something he was planning on doing at some point. It’s just that he hasn’t been able to check the reactions and his brain is working overtime to supply him with all the ways this can blow back up into his face. He wants to be queer and comfortable, but he isn’t fully there yet it seems.

Helplessly he gestures to his dropped phone, hoping Eddie can figure it out himself as Richie goes through his breathing exercises.

Eddie knows Richie hates being touched whenever he has a panic attack, so he sits down on the floor close to Richie, letting him know he’s there for him without distressing him more.

As he waits, he picks up the phone to check whatever happened to trigger Richie. Richie is glad that Eddie will be the one to break the news of how it’s going to him, that he doesn’t have to see the hate himself. Even if he does feel a little bad about making Eddie see it and more anxious when Eddie gasps as he sees, before clicking more.

Richie ignores it best he can as he calms himself down, going through all the exercises he and his therapist worked on. Until, he feels well enough to crawl to Eddie and curl up next to him and ask him: “What are they saying?” in a meek voice.

“It’s a mix up between people who think it’s a bit and people who are nice. And some mean people, but those are a lot less,” Eddie tells him. “#UselessGayTozier is trending. Also, you have a lot of missed calls from Steve.”

“Fuckkk, he’s gonna be pissed,” Richie whines, hiding his face in Eddie’s shoulder, being comforted by his smell. Then he can’t help but ask again: “But there is truly not a lot of hate? I’m not, like, getting canceled or something?”

Eddie gives him a comforting smile and says: “No, you’re not being canceled, except by a few who think it’s a bit and you’re taking the shit out of gay people.”

“Rude, I am gay people,” Richie replies, feeling capable of joking now that he got the panic out of his system.

His sweet Eddie snorts at his admittedly shitty joke and says: “You’re an idiot.” Then there is a beat of silence, before Eddie tentatively asks: “How are you doing?”

After a moment of reflection, Richie answers honestly: “A bit tired and anxious, but better. I’ve been hyping myself up to do it, now I did it. That should be a good thing, right?”

“If you’re comfortable with it being out there than that is a good thing,” Eddie agrees. “I’m here for you, whatever you decide. If you want to deny and take it back, you can do that and I’ll still love you. We’re going to be fine.”

It is really comforting to hear it said out loud, even if Richie knew already. He and Eddie both had their own journey to being comfortable with their queerness and being together. So, Eddie would never pressure him to be out, hell, Eddie isn’t out at work.

However, there is more to Richie being out than Eddie being out. He sighs: “I don’t think I can take this back without looking a giant asshole, but thank you, Eds.”

Eddie doesn’t even protest the nickname like he usually does, just holds Richie tight and lets him gather himself. Just the two of them on the floor of their apartment, Eddie sweaty and Richie still sleep rumpled.

Richie leeches all the comfort he can out of Eddie until he feels human again. He’s sure that with enough time, he’ll find this hysterical. Perhaps he can even make a bit out of it for his new show that he’s working on. He lets out a groan at the thought.

“You okay?” Eddie immediately asks and Richie is touched by his concern.

“Yeah,” he smiles, “just realized I’ll have to rewrite a bunch of my show with this information known. I had a whole bit about dating your mom.”

“Fuck you, dude,” Eddie say as he pinches him, but he is also laughing as Richie squeaks and tries to get away from the attack.

“Breakfast is probably cold now,” Richie comments after a moment.

“That’s okay,” Eddie tells him and gets up, pulling Richie up as well, using the moment to check Richie over. God, he truly got so lucky with Eddie as his boyfriend. He never had someone care for him like Eddie does, except his parents, but even that was different.

Eddie cares deeply without making Richie feel incompetent or a chore. He just chose Richie and loves him, thus wants him to be alright. It takes his breath away.

Eddie cares by gently encouraging him when they work out together, by cooking healthy and delicious foods, by being there when the nerves get to him, by holding him when he wants to be held, and by listening to his comedy, giving genuine feedback, yet also compliments and the validation Richie has always craved. And Eddie is the one person who can keep up with Richie the best, both in banter and how his thoughts jump around.

Of course he cares about Eddie as well, but after his mother and then Myra, Richie knows better than to care in an overbearing manner. He’ll do chores, keeping the house clean as Eddie works, cuddle with him on the couch or in bed, help him with chronic pain, but back off if asked. He likes being able to care for Eddie like that, in a way that makes him feel safe.

They just care differently.

Right now, Eddie needs to be assured that Richie is okay and Richie needs to feel like someone will always be in his corner.

After Eddie has ensured Richie is truly as okay as he will be, he gives him a kiss on the nose that has Richie grinning like a loon. He manages to blink out of it and follow Eddie to the breakfast bar where they eat the cold breakfast.

All throughout Richie is distracted, but for once Eddie doesn’t scold him for being on his phone. He checks the damages, trying to gauge the reactions and come up with what to do next. He should definitely call his manager back. Fuck, Steve will have his head. But he’ll also help him with coming up with a statement or something.

Beyond twitter, he also has a bunch of message from people he hasn’t spoken with in forever reaching out now that he’s in the midst of a controversy.

Luckily, all the Losers have also reached out, both private and in the groups chat. It truly warms his heart and he feels so blessed that he has these people back into his life again. They were the pieces that have been missing for so long. The people who were meant to fill the loneliness.

He ignores most people that have reached out, but replies to the Losers, having his confidence boosted by their support. It’s such a nice feeling to know he won’t be alone again.

When breakfast is done, he bites the bullet and calls Steve, his manager. Anxiously clicking the button, not even having a few rings to steel himself as Steve picks up immediately: “What the hell, Rich! You could have at least prepared me for this stunt.”

“It was an accident,” Richie mumbles, feeling a little sheepish about it.

“An- An accident!” Steve exclaims. “How do you always manage to do this?”

“Steve,” Richie sighs, not in the mood to be berated. “I know I fucked up. I can’t take this back. I know, trust me. Lets just talk solutions.”

And Steve must hear something in his voice, because he drops it. Richie can almost picture him rub his forehead tiredly as he says: “Alright. So, it’s not too bad. But you need to say something. People are taking your silence and running with it. You need to confirm or go underground again and have a long while of no comment and I don’t know if you can manage that.”

“I think I need to confirm,” Richie says.

“Good, good, that’s good,” Steve sounds so relieved as he agrees, like he feared Richie would not want to, which would make his life so much harder. It makes Richie snort a little.

The snort lightens the mood a little, which Eddie picks up on. He quirks his brow up from where he’s seated close for moral support. Richie smiles and Eddie smiles back. That smile only hardens Richie’s resolve. So, he asks: “What’s the plan now?”

“We can go through normal media lines, but that gives you less control about it and most get their news from social media anyway,” Steve explains. “So, I think it’s best to get a message out there on twitter. You can do just do a conformation tweet, but you can also go video. Send it to me before posting it, please, Richie.”

“Ahw, don’t you trust me?” Richie pouts, playfully.

“No, I know you, that’s different,” Steve tells him, which is both fair and unfair. Richie has gotten better, but Steve has been there for all his lows and stupid shit.

So, he says: “Alright, I’ll let you check.”

“Good,” Steve nods. “Now, are you okay by yourself to figure this out?”

“Yeah, I have Eds as back up,” Richie assures Steve.

“Alright,” Steve says. “Call me if you’re stuck.”

“I will,” Richie promises, before they both hang up. And Richie is confronted with the silence that means he has to face the reality and do something about it now.

He’s broken out of his stare into a different dimension by Eddie nudging him and softly asking: “Hi, you doing okay?”

Richie looks up and grins, pushing Eddie’s sweaty hair up his forehead and says: “With you smelly presence here, I am fabulous.”

“Oh fuck you, dude,” Eddie replies, both of them knowing he hasn’t showered yet to support Richie emotionally.

“I love you too,” Richie grins, before assuring him: “You can go shower, sweetie-sweaty. I have to pick whether I want to put effort into this or not.”

“Asshole,” Eddie says, but he’s smiling again (not that Richie doesn’t love his little frown) and he goes to shower.

Richie sits down and contemplates. He could make a video. He is known for performances, so video should be his comfort zone. He also wouldn’t be bound to the character limit twitter sets. However, that would mean making a script and getting psycho-analyzed for his body language by randos on the internet. Plus, the idea of having the perform makes him want to vomit.

Text it is! He can just take a screenshot of his notes should it come to that.

Now to think of what to say. He already has decided that he wants to confirm. But should he explain? Should he give backstory? Should he be short yet sweet? Or try and be funny? And he mentioned his boyfriend, how does Eddie see this? Should he say something about that?

He opens the notes app on his phone and stares at it, before he decides to just start trying things and find what feels right. Starting with typing: Yeah, I’m gay lmao

It’s short and funny. It would give everyone the information to end canceling campaigns, but it wouldn't put him in a position to be open and vulnerable. Richie likes it, but the more he stares at it, the more it starts to feel dismissive. He doesn’t want to come across as an asshole, he’s already done that for most of his career.

So, he sighs and deletes the text, before trying again: Surprise, I am gay! No, I didn’t make it up for attention, please ignore it ever happened

That’s a little pathetic and vulnerable, albeit true. He wants people to know, he doesn’t care if they do if he’s quite honest, he just doesn’t want to talk about it ever. Okay, so maybe he’s not yet fully comfortable, but it happened and it’s more that he knows it will always be a topic and people are going to be invasive that bothers him, more than people actually knowing does.

He sighs and deletes it as well, staring at his blinking indicator on screen, before trying a different route: As you’ve all seen, I posted a jokey comment yesterday. It was not my intent to come out, the chance for comedy overtook me and I forgot I wasn’t out yet. But now here I am. Out. Hopefully everyone understands that this is not a topic I wish to comment on more for now, once I do you will all know, because gay jokes will make me unstoppable. For now, I will just confirm and go hibernate like a bear ;p

This is more honest and would be a screenshot of his notes to post. However, it makes him look like an idiot.

Hell, he feels like an idiot. Who the fuck forgets they’re not out? Him, apparently.

Fuck, he just likes talking about Eddie, alright. None of their friends ever let him forget how obnoxious they are now that they’re not both repressing how they’re feelings. They’re just that couple, who constantly talks about and teases the other. It’s a brand. He just saw the opportunity and took it, like he has done his entire life with jokes.

Before he can delete this version too, however, he is distracted by Eddie returning now wet from his shower. He sees Richie on the couch, still in his pajamas and asks: “You doing okay? Found something to post?”

Richie sighs and gestures to his phone as he says: “It all sucks,” before explaining his attempts to Eddie.

Eddie just listens as he explains, nodding along to show that he understands, that he is listening to his words. Richie can’t explain how much he appreciates that. Because, yeah, they’re often lovingly bullying each other, but they know when the other isn’t in a mindset to be teased. And Eddie knows that Richie never had many people willing to listen to him, how relieved he is that Eddie is listening to him, not dismissing him.

Plus, of course, Eddie is part of this conversation. Which Richie acknowledges and also hates about the whole situation. “I also mentioned you, well, not you-you, but a boyfriend, which does not have to be you, but people will speculate. And I don’t know if I should say something about it or not, because it can just encourage some people to pry.”

He cards his hands through his hair and heaves a deep breath, done with speaking and feeling a little empty after.

Next to him, Eddie gives a thoughtful hum. He is still nodding as he thinks, before he says: “Well, I don’t want to be mentioned by name and if looking into me could be discouraged, I would be in favor of that.”

“In favor of that,” Richie repeats. “Are you a senator or something? You don’t have to lobby here, we can make this together. It’s your life too.”

“Thanks,” Eddie gives a lopsided smile, before he exclaims: “But I totally could be a senator. I have the face.”

“Yeah, a generic white guy, who fits into corporate America,” Richie rolls his eyes, but he’s laughing. “They’d eat you up.”

“Hell yeah they would,” Eddie smirks.

There’s a natural pause in the conversation, before Richie says: “So, a note about not looking you up, got it. Let’s start again.” He grabs his phone and mumbles as he types: “Yes, this is my confession, or coming out, or whatever you want to call it. I am gay. However, before I go into my sob story, I want to state that I will not answer any questions about my boyfriend. I gave up a little privacy to become a public figure, he did not. Respect that.” Then he looks up at Eddie and asks him: “What do you think of that?”

“Little dramatic,” Eddie critiques.

“I am dramatic,” Richie guffaws, offended, before dropping the show. “Is it too dramatic?”

“Depends,” Eddie shrugs. “It fits with your personality, but you weren’t ready to come out yet and now you’re talking about telling your sob story? How far do you want to get into it?”

Richie sighs again, he’s been doing that a lot this morning, then tries to follow his own thoughts, made easier by verbalizing them. “I don’t know. I wanted to just post a quick confirmation, but then everyone will ask me about it. If I just throw the story out there and then hide until the latest scandal, then- I mean, I guess I hope they just forget to ask me anything about it.”

“Do you think that will work?” Eddie asks. He doesn’t know much of this lifestyle, tries not to be involved, so his only source is Richie.

“Depends on how interesting they find it,” Richie shrugs. “Right now they smell a scandal. They see ‘Comedian Richie Tozier Mocks LGBTQ Community’ on the covers of their gossip rags and while ‘Comedian Richie Tozier Comes Out as Gay’ is also a story, but its less of scandal than the first. If someone else does something noteworthy it will likely over shine it. But that is only when they don’t decide to pull up all my old work and try to cancel me over it or analyze me about it and try to dig into all the reasons I repressed myself.”

Now it’s Eddie turn to sigh as he wonders out loud: “Are they ever going to let you forget that? I mean, you’ve changed.”

“I know, but I know it was shit. People will always be mad about it,” Richie says. He isn’t proud of the sexist jokes he used to tell, who he hears them quote. He was an asshole and the people who he hurt can bring it up whenever they want in his book. He just hates it when the magazines come after him, trying to condemn him for things he is trying to correct. As if they don’t allow him to grow as a person, as if they have that power over him. It drives him mad.

“I don’t like that they keep reminding you of it,” Eddie still pouts. “You’re a braver person than they’ll ever know. They don’t know what you’ve been through. How much you’ve had to deal with, how much you worked on yourself. Derry sucked and it took all of us years to recover from it. Your stupid mistakes are just on the record.”

It does something with Richie’s heart to see Eddie so protective over him and he can’t help but place a soft kiss on his cheek. The texture of the scar under his lips feels familiar and it makes him all the more grateful that Eddie is alive. That he is here with him.

“What was that for?” Eddie asks, an instinctual smile on his face, making his dimples appear, which Richie loves so much.

Richie’s own face contort into a smile as well as he softly replies: “I just love you.”

Eddie melts besides him and says: “I love you too, you absolute softie.”

“Fuck you, you’re just as bad,” Richie argues with a smile. He likes this ribbing a lot more than the serious conversation from before.

“Am not,” Eddie protests.

“Are too,” Richie shoots back just to be annoying, even sticking out his tongue to go with it.

“I have never done anything soft in my life,” Eddie huffs dramatically.

“Yeah, right, tell that to the roses that got delivered to my dressing room the first time I went back on stage,” Richie says, recalling that memory with a wave of fondness for the man next to him.

“Shut up,” Eddie blushes, not meeting Richie eyes.

“Ahww, Eddie spaghetti, the cutest there is!” Richie exclaims, pinching Eddie’s cheek as he does.

“Stop it,” Eddie says as he swats Richie hand away, but he can’t hide the laughter in his voice as he does.

The action reminds him of their childhood. Of Richie annoying Eddie and Eddie pretending he hated it, while sharing in a blush. How they have been years in the making, even if they forgot each other for a long while.

Eddie has always been part of his life, part of the person he wants to be. Eddie keeps him grounded and makes him feel loved. Makes it feel like all those years of self-hatred, of loneliness, were worth it, because he gets to have this life with Eddie now. And he’d go through what happened a hundred times over if it means this is the outcome.

His past is part of him. It has shaped him, shaped them. He can’t forget that. Derry is intertwined with who they were, who they grew up to be. His reaction to the whole thing won’t make sense without that part of him, he can mention it.

“Where did you go?” Eddie asks, after a few seconds, having noticed that Richie’s thoughts drifted away to a different places.

“Yeah,” Richie smiles reassuringly. “I think I wanna talk a little about Derry in the post. Will you read it after I type it?”

“Of course,” Eddie says without hesitation. “Take your time.”

“Thanks,” Richie says, before setting to work crafting the message he wants to send out into the world. It takes a little time to fine tune it, before letting Eddie check it over and making the last adjustment.

With both of them happy he sends it to Steve to be checked over. He gets a thumbs up back after a few minutes, thus screenshots what he wrote and posts it on twitter. It reads:

Hi, if you’re aware of me enough to read this you have probably seen my latest (albeit hilarious and completely true) reaction to a tweet. It has sparked some controversy because I have never said that I was gay. And that is correct! I forgot I am not out and just saw the opportunity for a joke and took it, because – to put an end the rumors – I am gay. It has taken me a long time to get to the point where I am comfortable enough to joke around with my sexuality like this, since I grew up in a highly homophobic small town. Slurs and bullying have followed me for a long time and I repressed a lot of those feeling for a long time, hiding behind a facade of misogynist straight guy as to not raise suspicion, which I regret. However, I have been able to work through those feelings, helped by support from my friends and my lovely boyfriend. I am very thankful for them and glad I got to grow. I am very happy where I am right now, but coming out was an accident. I will likely not share more about it until I am more comfortable, thank you for understanding. I also ask you all not to pry into the life of my boyfriend. I have chosen to be a public figure, he absolutely has not, so please respect that. That is all I wish to say about the situation now.

He posts it with as caption: Tl;DR: yeah, I’m gay lmao

Once he’s done so, he texts to the groups chat that he’s okay, just turning his phone off for a bit and to text Eddie if they want to reach him, before putting his phone away. A part of him wants to religiously check all the reactions, the other part of him wants to put his fingers into his ears and lalalala his way into forgetting it exists.

Eddie takes him into his arms, saying nothing and just rubbing his back. It allows Richie to let himself be comforted without feeling like he has to do something, give a reaction. He can just exist with a far away stare.

It’s nice to lie like this and he’s glad this didn’t happen on a day when Eddie had to go to work. He honestly doesn’t know what he would do without Eddie.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too,” Eddie replies easily, planting a kiss on his forehead and holding him closer.

When lunch time rolls around Eddie gets Richie snapped out of it a little, not wanting him to disappear too far into his own world. Eddie cooks something nice as Richie scrolls through the messages of the other Losers on Eddie’s phone.

Beverly has shared some of the memes people made about the situation to cheer him up. His favorite is one reading: When the urge to make a gay joke is so big but you’re not out with the image of the bulging veins boy below it.

Meanwhile, Billy has gone through the pits of twitter to find nice encouraging messages from people to Richie, which nearly makes him cry, though he doesn’t say that. Billy himself has also posted words of encouragement on twitter, as did Bev.

Ben isn’t famous like Beverly, Billy and Richie are, but he’s just send encouraging words and offered his wood cottage if he needs to get away from bustling Hollywood, which he might take him up on if this ends in him being stopped in the street every time he goes out.

Mike isn’t famous at all, but that isn’t stopping him from being vocal, though not over text. He has chosen to pick fights with random people online, who are shitheads. Richie and Eddie are kept up to date about his shenanigans in the group chat.

At some point Richie sends Mike a text that it’s very sweet, but he doesn’t have to do that, because that might get hatred redirected at Mike.

To that Mike responds: Man, I have pulled you out of your life towards Derry and there you saved my life, of course I’m going to protect you from these assholes. Besides, they’re nothing against It and they have nothing on me. I’m out here exploring the world, they have to find me first if they want to come fight me.

It makes Richie again feel so lucky with his friends. They have all decided that Mike gave up enough, so they all sponsor him, so he can go see the world, yet Mike doesn’t let the time he was trapped in Derry make him bitter. He still loves them and this is how he shows it.

Somehow he is reminded of the time they were both stuck in the vision, back when they fought It as kids when they came together in the clubhouse to do the smoke ritual. Back then it was the two of them as well and they kept each other safe. In a way, they’re still living the echoes of then.

By the time lunch is over #protectiveboyMike is on the trending page right next to #UselessGayTozier.

A lot of people think Mike is the boyfriend. Mike denies it with the statement: I’m not, but what if I was? That a problem?, which only invites more reactions.

The whole thing makes Richie feel much better about himself. Just three years ago, he would have lost his mind at the idea of being out, of being comfortable with what has always floated beneath the surface. And he never would have believed he has the support system that he does. Yet, here they are. His friends. He feels like a very lucky man.

Eddie kisses his cheek, snapping him out of his musings. He says: “Had enough scrolling for today?”

“Yeah,” Richie says, feeling a lot better about himself.

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A/N:

Do y’all ever really panic and then ur like, done. Like, you can’t be bothered anymore, because you got all the panic out and now you feel a bit like a drama queen.

[lesbianreaderidk]

mha females x nb reader incorrect quotes (pt 2)

i didn't realize that this has mostly mina and kyoka with the reader-

I love writing tsu being passive aggressive

Mina, talking about Y/N: WHAT THE FUCK I WAS ARGUING WITH THEM AND I SAID “OOH YOU WANNA KISS ME SO BAD” AND GUESS WHAT? THEY DID. THEY KISSED ME. WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DO I DO.

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Y/N: My crush isn’t picking up on my hints. Momo: What hints have you given them? Y/N: Well, I think about them a lot. Y/N: And sometimes I even think about talking to them.

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Momo: Ooh, somebody has a crush Kyoka: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Y/N I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them. Later that night Kyoka, very much awake: Uh oh.

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Y/N: I love you. Tsu, not paying attention: What was that? Y/N: I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

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Momo: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something? Kyoka: Nope, absolutely not. Toga: I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through. Mina: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life. Y/N: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you. Tsu: I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome

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Mina: Dumbest scar stories, go! Toga: I burned my tongue once drinking tea. Momo: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and it burned. Ochako: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade. Kyoka: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it in my hand and I got a really bad burn. Y/N: This entire class has given me emotional and mental scars

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Kyoka: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash. Y/N: Oh. We're going out? Kyoka: Wh…

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Mina, about Y/N: Can I tell them they look nice? Momo: Sure. Mina: Can I tell them I respect them? Momo: Maybe, if they ask. Mina: Should I show them an oil painting I made of us surrounded by our three cats and four dogs? Momo: … Momo: I’d save that for later.

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Ochako: How the hell did you crash the car?! Y/N: So I was just driving today, right? And my navigation told me to go straight. Y/N: I was like "woah, that's homophobic". Instead, I went gay. And, THAT'S when I got into an accident. Ochako: … Toga, with a proud smile: And THAT'S who I'm in love with, ladies and gentlemen.

Ochako: HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?

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Y/N is telling a story Kyoka: Wow, Y/N, this story has everything! Action! Adventure! Romance! Mina: Romance? Kyoka: I have a crush on them.

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Y/N: I don't know how to tell you this, but… I love you. Tsu: That's great, Y/N. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6 fucking years.

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Shigaraki: So anyways have y'all seen Toga? Twice: I think they went in Y/N's room 'studying'. Dabi: Doubt that. I heard groans there. Meanwhile in Y/N's room Toga & Y/N, fighting:

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Y/N: Tsu and I are no longer friends. Tsu: Y/N THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!

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Mina: angrily presses Y/N against a wall WHERE'S THE MONEY?! Y/N: … Y/N: Are we about to kiss-

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Y/N comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in Momo's bedroom. Momo: Babe, are you.. coming to bed? Y/N: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a girlfriend. Y/N: Lies on the ground and falls asleep Momo: …

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Tsu: Stop doing that. Y/N: Stop doing what? Tsu: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.

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Definitely doing more of these (if anyone wants a certain fandom I can certainly do that) :]

[sugarcryztal]

Hey! I really like this account and the stuff you have been doing. May I have a SFW romantic CRK, MHA, or Mystic Messenger matchup?

I go by He/Him pronouns and I am gay (MLM). 1 am 5'5" and chubby. I have my hair cut short and plan on dying it soon. I often wear piercings, using only ear piercings. I often wear nice button ups with sweater vests or just horror movie shirts.

I would describe myself as introverted, but not necessarily shy. I am a very blunt person, which has caused some people to like me while others don’t. Though I just prefer to relax alone. I am overly cautious with myself and the people I love due to conditions I have lived with. So, I accidentally come off as too paranoid. I am intelligent and often love literature and media because of it. I am very much an artistic but also a writer.

I like spicy food, world building, fantasy stories, sci-fi settings, coffee, cats, supernatural stuff, RPGs, niche RPGs, TTRPGs (not just d&d), vintage wear, good cooking, taxidermy, rocks, horror movies, horror books, card games, niche history, niche internet cartoons, old rock music, metal music, unique art, stop motion, and anime.

I dislike overly sweet foods, the "I ain't reading all of that" or "it ain't that deep" type of person. anybody who thinks cartoons and/or horror have any real substance to them, minimalism, most romance movies, toxic positivity, and people who chew with their mouths open.

My hobbies are media dissection, writing, playing TTRPGs (both as a player and a GM/DM), drawing, playing video games, making them too, binge watching horror movies, and collecting vintage items.

I’m just going to do Mystic Messenger so if you want another fandom you can just resubmit with a different fandom you want!

I’m going to match you with . . .

Yoosung !

- okay I don’t like Yoosung that much but I am going to TRY MY BEST!

- When he first met you he was probably lowkey intimidated because of how blunt you can be and he’s a very sensitive guy.

- But he was determined to be your friend because you looked like you needed some! (not in a bad way)

- A while after being friends, he’s stuck to you like glue!

- He grows to admire how intelligent you are especially when it comes to media dissection! Because that’s a rare breed now.

- HATESSS toxic positivity! But that’s just because he likes giving genuine and straightforward compliments! Especially if it’s for a special cool person such as yourself!

- In his pining stage he probably starts to steal certain articles of your clothing when you aren’t looking. Most likely one of your sweater vests.

- Also becomes a lot more touchy, while making sure you’re comfortable of course!

- But when I say a lot I mean a LOT! Like at every greeting and farewell he hugs you and when you guys are walking together he wraps an arm around yours as he claims it’s so “he doesn’t get lost”, but I think we all know the real reason.

- When ur in a relationship:

- I’m sorry when I say this… But he probably chews with his mouth open because he’s trying to talk and eat at the same time. You’re going to have to be the one to tell him to swallow his food before he talks. 😭

- On another note, COFFEE DATES ARE A MUST!

- He doesn’t really like coffee though because of its bitter taste, so he orders hot chocolate instead thinking you don’t notice and spoiler alert, you do. 😭

- HE WOULD NEVVVVEEERRRR say “I ain’t readin allat” or anything like that because he is your #1 simp bruh. He IS readin allat!

- Takes your feelings seriously to because again he’s a very sensitive guy. So you will never hear him invalidate your feelings because why tf would he?! You are entitled to feel whatever you want!

- Also likes playing games with you. I don’t know what they’re called, but you know those meetings or cons where they all gather to play? Yeah he goes with you to those.

- He never knows what’s going on though, poor Yoosung 😭

- Confused, but happily cheering you on because you’re amazing!

- Boundaries with him are also important, keep in mind he’s mentally ill and will probably cling to you a lot more. So you will have to ask for space when you need it because he doesn’t get subtle hints.

Yoosung whines. A lot.

You were trying to get out of bed to start getting ready for a meet up with game friends, but he wouldn’t have it!

“Don’t goooo!” Yoosung whined. He was upset because you couldn’t take him with you this time. So to prevent you from leaving, he had his arms wrapped tight around your waist. You didn’t listen, standing up from the bed and kissing his forehead softly. But he wasn’t giving up!

He stayed with you through that whole morning, trying to constantly put his hands on you, but you would always swat them away when you were doing something!

Eventually you were preparing to leave and he was at his wits end. He tested out one last trick.

That’s how you found yourself passionately kissing your boyfriend, he was not giving you any room to even speak. It was kiss after kiss. You gently nudged him away with your arms and he whined loudly, immediately going back in for another kiss. Soo… Now you had to cancel your plans.

sorry it was short!

08.22.24

[decent0distraction]

Hi! You may know me as the person who does all of those Our Flag Means Death AUs, theories, and posts that either ruin your day, make you laugh, or both. Mostly both.

But I have something else for you.

My take on family!Sanders Sides - based off of the whole family roles the Sides gave themselves in the Five Years video.

To refresh your memory, Patton labeled himself as the dad, Logan as the mom, Roman as the son (the hotshot), Virgil as the (gay, emo) cousin, Janus as the (sassy) aunt (who talks shit about everyone), and Remus as the (fresh out of jail) uncle.

BUT

This AU of mine is… messed up.

Ok ok ok SO

We begin with Janus Duke, who has just moved back to the town of Sanders Bay, a lovely seaside community.

Janus has spent the last 10 years raising their son (Janus uses they/them pronouns bc I said so), moving from place to place for reasons that Virgil doesn’t know about yet that we’ll get into later. Stay with me.

Virgil is 16 and on his first day at Sanders Bay Secondary Academy (what a name, huh?), his dad, Remus, is getting out of jail.

When Virgil was about 6, Janus and Remus had decided to walk from their house into town to pick up their son from the babysitter. They were about halfway there when someone attacked Janus, cutting his face (resulting in scars on one side of his mouth, eye, and cheek, resembling a snake like face). Remus reacted violently towards the person who just hurt his spouse, the cops are called, and it’s made out to look like Remus had hurt Janus, who was unconscious.

When Janus finally came to, they were in a hospital, being told that their husband had been arrested and arranged.

Cut to present day, Virgil’s first day is met with a slight complication when an idiot threatre-jock hybrid accidentally knocks into him, causing him to hit his head.

Roman Hart insists that Virgil allow him to escort him to the nurse, who just so happens to be his dad, Patton Hart.

Roman’s other dad is their home room and history teacher, Logan Hart.

By the end of the school day, Roman and Virgil are sort of friends. But when Roman asks Virgil if they’d want to hang out or something, Virgil explains that he has to get home because his dad is finally home.

Roman just assumes that Virgil’s dad is in the military. He doesn’t even actually get to ask, because Virgil is too busy running out to Janus’s car.

Everything is going fine for a little while. Virgil studies with Roman after school, or they go to the mall, eventually going to Roman’s house.

The Harts are the nicest people in town, and Patton simply adores having Virgil around.

Janus, one day, is waiting with Remus in the school pick up lane for Virgil. The two of them are having a nice, causal conversation that is interrupted by Janus seeing their son talking to them.

“Oh, my God!” Janus slammed his foot on the break and put the car in park. “It’s them! It’s them!”

Remus looked to see their son standing with another boy, while the boy’s parents talked to Virgil.

They were Patton and Logan Hart, two people the Duke parents were happy to never see again.

When Patton put his hand on Virgil’s shoulder, Janus struggled to rush out of the car. Remus followed.

“Virgil!”

The anxious teen turned to watch his mom run to him and pull him away from the Harts.

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

Virgil was beyond confused. “What? No! I’m fine. What are you-“ He stopped when Remus started to approach.

“Dad? Dad, I don’t know what’s happening, but nothing happened. Dad!”

But the man ignored his son in favor of getting in Logan’s face. “You’d do right by you and your family to stay the fuck away from mine.”

Logan didn’t even flinch. “And it would be correct for you to avoid threatening my family.”

Virgil was ready to try to defuse the situation before Janus began to have a panic attack. “Mom?”

Remus is then distracted by his spouse needing his help. He gets his little family in the car and they get home, where the parents sit down and finally tell Virgil the truth.

The truth is, Patton Hart and Janus Duke were friends. When they were 20, and Janus had a child and Patton didn’t, he got upset. And when he saw baby Virgil, he decided that he needed that child.

He acted like everything was fine. He offered to babysit Virgil so the new parents could have some time to themselves. He paid for Janus to be attacked, for Remus to be framed.

But when Janus woke up, he called Patton, screaming, begging. He knew Patton had the baby.

And Patton knew that if he kept Virgil, everything could be traced back to him eventually.

So he returned Virgil, acting like he was just watching the child for his friend.

But Janus moved away, moving from place to place so that they couldn’t be found.

Janus was so desperate to have their husband and their son’s father back that they believed Patton and Logan had moved on.

But to see that man anywhere their baby, Janus couldn’t handle it.

Virgil knows the truth now. How can anything be the same?

Before they can try to figure it out, the doorbell rings.

Janus flinches and Virgil is still busy hugging his Mom to bother with the door.

“I got it,” Remus tells them, answering the door to a man in all black and sunglasses.

“Look, whatever you’re selling, we’re not interested. Try the neighbors across the street. A lot of packages. Maybe they like sunglasses, or whatever you’re situation is-“

“-I’m not selling anything, sir. I’m looking for Remus Duke.”

Turns out, this guy isn’t a salesman. He’s Detective Remy Dormir (idk, I got the name from a human!AU fanart), hired by Roman Hart to find his birth family. (He arranged for this a year before the Dukes moved back to Sanders Bay)

This eventually leads to the discovery that Remus Duke’s father, Romulus King, got a woman pregnant before his passing. By this time, his son Remus had moved far away and changed his name, never successful at pleasing the man.

So yeah, Roman and Remus are half brothers. Which means Virgil’s only friend in Sanders Bay is his half uncle, since Virgil is the biological son of Janus and Remus Duke.

Yeah, there’s no romance between Roman and Virgil. Sorry to disappoint you Roman/Virgil shippers. There’s nothing wrong with that ship, it just doesn’t work for this AU.

That’s all I have so far. If I find that I missed something, I’ll add it later.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Shower Sex Masterlist

A long hard fuck, you say? (Muke smut) (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke N/R, 1k

Summary: Michael and Luke have shower sex, that's pretty much all you need to know

feels like i’m dreaming but i’m not sleeping (ao3) - badomensbaby luke/calum, michael/ashton E, 29k

Summary: “But saying that out loud is just..” the blonde boy trails off, his voice weakened and unsteady, “Makes me feel kind of pathetic, I guess.” “Pathetic?” Calum parrots, “Therapy isn’t just for people who have issues, Luke. I have patients who just like to tell me about their life because they want to. You have this preconceived notion that therapy is only for broken people.”

or, luke has too many problems but calum doesn’t mind them.

his only reason (ao3) - theonlyreason michael/luke T, 9k

Summary: there's a reason why 'the only reason' was gender-neutral

In The Dark (Like Meteorites) (ao3) - dafeedil michael/calum/ashton E, 26k

Summary: Ashton falls for Calum at a nightclub, and then for Calum's boyfriend, too.

I Wouldn't Know What to Say If I Had You (ao3) - bitscrawford (orphan_account) luke/ashton E, 3k

Summary: “Can’t we just… shower together or sumthin’?”

Ashton’s brow furrows and he turns to look at Luke. “Are you serious?”

“Can’t two bros shower together without it being gay?”

Kinky (ao3) - wastedheartmuke michael/luke M, 43k

Summary: While moving into their new apartment, Luke finds a list of kinks Michael wants to try.

Seems like vanilla sex isn't enough for his boyfriend, but is Luke willing to try some kinky things?

Kissing And Touching Like No One Else (Do You Say That I'm A Sweetheart?) (ao3) - Migs luke/calum E, 1k

Summary: "Hi baby." Calum whispers as he joins Luke under the steaming hot shower, sneaking his arms under Luke's armpits as he hugs the blond from behind. His cock nestles perfectly between the plush globes when the blond arches his back towards the touch.

"Hi." Luke smiles as he turns his head sideways so that Calum can kiss his cheek.

OR: Cake shower sex

Like A Virgin (Touched For The Very First Time) (ao3) - DontGetTooCloseItsDarkInside michael/luke E, 5k

Summary: "So I have a head canon that Mikey was a bottom back in 2011 when he lost his virginity to Luke. Can you have them just like non stop fucking? Like Michael realizes he has feeling for Luke and after months of pining from the both of them Michael finally loses his virginity to Luke and they don't stop having sex for like daaaays!"

Lost Hearts (ao3) - CliffordAffliction ot4 E, 177k

Summary: Ashton, Luke, Calum and Michael live in four different worlds in high school and each one of them is in love with someone who loves someone else. This can’t possibly end well…or can it?

So Much Better (ao3) - orphan_account calum/ashton, michael/luke, bryana/ashton N/R, 84k

Summary: This is good, good for Ashton. He works so hard, always taking care of the boys, he deserves someone who will take his mind off of things, even for a couple of hours to get coffee. Maybe it’ll make him better, and by extension, the band better. Maybe Bryana is a good thing for everyone. Yet, even now, as Calum tries to think of how great Bryana could be for Ashton, he can’t help but think that he would be so much better.

Or the one where Calum and Ashton have been Friends With Benefits for years, and Calum thought his feelings for Ashton were simply sexual until Bryana came into the picture.

that’s why you like it (ao3) - merlypops michael/calum E, 69k

Summary: Calum starts doing workouts in the garden over the summer and Michael spends the whole time with his hand down his pants (until Calum takes matters into his own hands).

The Way You Take Away My Breath (ao3) - dracomalfloy michael/luke E, 3k

Summary: Michael accidentally reveals to the world that he and Luke shower together

Tie That Binds - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) E, 98k

Summary: In which Luke wants to explore miscellaneous kinks and Ashton strikes him as a good candidate to do said exploring with with.

Touchy Feely (ao3) - sammyswagstar ot4 E, 9k

Summary: The fic with demisexual Michael and ot4 that no one asked for. Michael gets handsy in the shower with his best friends and they take advantage of him, before they all get their happy ending. Pun intended?

Where You Go, I'll Follow (ao3) - fourdrunksluts, reversecow calum/ashton, michael/luke E, 211k

Summary: This story follows Calum, Michael, Luke, and Ashton on their journey to self-discovery. Through first loves, heartbreaks, and friendship, this is the behind the scenes of what the cameras didn't show through the years. 

[boyinafandom]

OOOKKK SO I wrote this originally on ✨wattpad✨ and it got like 2k reads? But I deleted it (because I’m an ungrateful brat that doesn’t deserve love or whatever) but anyway here’s some story notes before we start

(Also my dumb ass accidentally posted this when it was unfinished and then had to delete it and start all over so…😔😔)

•y/n is a 25 y/o MALE because we need more male y/n content

•ej,jeff and Toby have a a brother like relationship, Jeff’s the oldest and ej and Toby are around the same age so you can decide for yourself who YOU think is older MMMKAYYY (i say as I bat my pretty little eyelashes at you)

•TW hint at y/n having a past sh problem

•this story is one of those biker sand pit show thingys (i don’t know what there called) but anyway short summary, ej and Toby work there part time (and so does Kate but that’s a minor thing) they find y/n they tell them to leave, they don’t so they tell y/n to get in the cage and if they don’t cry they can stay, and Toby ruffs em up or whatever blah blah blah *blows raspberry*

•also ej and y/n are lowkey in a relationship/Situationship and he gets mad jealous when Toby so much as talks to you, so be ready shawty 😈

______GAY PEOPLE<3______

A story by Me…LN :3

(THATS NOT THE NAME OF THE STORY I SWEAR😭😭😭)

“You’re not going,Y/N. It’s not safe.”

-Jeff a total of 5 hours ago when him and the pastas that could conceal there identities said they were going to a “cool motor party” or somthin I don’t know I heard party and saw my change to finally get out of the house. So I took it and snuck away when Jeff wasn’t paying attention and now I’m at this big ass party- more like event. Jesus have you seen this place???

I roll my eyes at the thought, and take a look around, the first thing I see is Kate selling drinks,and I knew it was Kate because Of that jacket she always wears, with a motorcycle cycle helmet on, I guess the employees have to wear them? I don't fuckin no, so I walk over to the stand, the top of the gazebo is blue, probably one of those cheap ones from Walmart or some shit, anyway | greet her, she recognizes me and hands me a red solo cup of [insert what you want to drink here lolz] and I wave bye and walk off.

I stop at the gate, the motorists are practicing before the show, so everyone here has a chance to roam and stuff, and y' know, get robbed or something, anyway I'm completely focused on these men, just wandering about,engines blare, sand is getting thrown from the weals.

And then I feel it, hands,No knuckles, rubbing up and down my back, I whip around, about to slap the bee-Jesus (ya like jazz 🐝??) out of the person who had the nerve to touch me…and then I paused.

“Oh…hey Jack.”

He had a helmet on, to hide his..demonic..appearance but I knew it was him, from his gloves, he wore them so no one would see his claws

“Hello love, I thought you weren’t aloud to be out here?”

“Because Jeff told me it was “dangerous”? He literally uses me as a “get out of ass beating free” card every time we’re on a mission together, I don’t value a single thing he says.”

He places his hands on my hips, lightly pulling me in

“Well, it’s good to see you.”

He smiles. God why do I fall for the dorks..?

“It’s good to see you to.”

Then Toby comes up behind him, rolling his deep, dark umber eyes (yes I did google “different types of brown” for this,SHUT-)

“Jesus could you be any more gay???? Like seri-seriously. This is just sad.”

He says with a stutter

“Kind of hard to be a dick when you have a chronic stutter problem gay boy”

(GOD I FUCKINH LOVE COLOR CODING.)

He rolles his eyes, his face mask slipping lightly off his nose,so he moves it back up, then his phone rings,he huffs and pulls it out of his pocket and picks it up.

“WHAT.?”

Me and Jack look at each-other

“Jesus fuck Ben are you serious??? You had one job. One fucking job.”

He looks pissed, he wasn’t usually this easy to aggravate.Maybe his bipolar is acting up?I think he might’ve been out of those meds.

“You.”

Toby points at me.

“What.”

“You’re getting in the cage.”

“No the actual fuck he is not.”

Jack says, I can feel his grip on my waist tightening

“Fuck off Toby.”

“No. There not even supposed to be here. You heard Jeff.”

Jack let’s go of my waist, getting in Toby’s face

“Oh yea? And you’re gonna do what. Make them??”

“No. But how about this? They get in the cage, and if they make it out without pissing there pants they can stay. Ok!?”

Jack turns to look at me

“Sure I guess”

I say with a shrug

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As I get into the cage I feel Toby eyeing me from afar

“Ok so all you have to do is keep your arms up or close to your body, and if me or Toby hands you anything keep it close to your body ok?”

I nod

“Ok great, the show will start soon, so just be ready.”

Then he walks out of the cage and after a few minutes I hear engines blaring, people cheering, so I throw my arms up and wait, the black tank top I was wearing lightly rising up, and in a moment there was a man in the cage with me,the visor on the helmet lifted so I could tell who it was,it was Jack, I’m surprised he could operate a motorcycle with such lack of vision.

He did rings around the cage, as he went his hands layed on my chest, shoulders, waist and back, he loved to touch me, that was evident, his favorite activity when we were alone together was to trace my scars, getting visibly upset when I told him there was more then the ones on my arms, he hated the idea that I wanted to hurt myself, and that I used to.

After about 5 minutes of spinning he exits the cage, it goes silent for a minute, and it stays silent..and it stays silent.. I want to turn around, to see why it was so silent, and then the noise started back up again, thankfully, and Toby entered the cage.

He however was not as fun to be around as Jack, he was going insanely fast around the cage. Batting at me with his nails, leaving red marks and lashes all over my upper body, one on my face to, this went on for what felt like hours.

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Yet another unsatisfying ending from me :3