#fellas is it gay to bond over Car

[ylw-soldier]

Venya slipped into the GRN base once again, this time opting for a different route. Instead of heading straight for Gio’s usual studio, he wandered toward the base itself, mingling with the other GRNs. As he passed by the garage, a familiar tune drifted through the air...seemed like the old radio host had finally put on something worth listening to.

Curious, he peeked inside and spotted Gio, looking thoroughly worn out, slightly damp, and completely in his element. The Spy had just finished polishing up his pride and joy...a 1966 Ford Mustang convertible, sleek and pristine. Compared to Stella? It's a goddamn masterpiece...In gio's eyes anyways

With a pleased sigh, Gio wiped his hands off on a rag, taking a step back to admire his work. His balaclava hung loose around his shoulders, his hands resting on his hips as he flashed the kind of grin that could sell snake oil to a saint.

"Finally! what a beaut! Looks good as new, eh, bambina?"

He let out a rich, satisfied chuckle, shaking his head as he gave the car’s hood a loving pat.

"Ah, but what a tragedy you had me lookin' like some grease monkey out here! Tch don't trust those pesky engineers working with such a beauty like you...Such a shame I had to get my hands dirty..."

He lets out another chuckle and a small smile "But bah! Who cares! look at you now~!! a proper star, just like me~"

@the-silentsnake

*There was something inherently... fascinating about finding the Spy like this. Seeing him actually getting his hands dirty and doing manual labour was sort of like seeing a 19th century aristocrat at the grocery store: In Venya's mind, at least, it just didn't happen.

That weren't to say it wasn't a welcome sight — hell, if he could watch people fix vehicles all day and get paid for it, he would. (Perhaps that's why he was so drawn to a certain somebody.)

He leaned casually against the garage's doorframe and adjusted the collar of the flannel shirt he'd found for the occasion.*

Hey there. Looking g— I mean. Uh. You've been busy, huh? Do you not get out much? Is that why you've been prettying up your car now of all times?

*He walked over, hands in pockets, and admired Gio's handiwork.*

Hmm... Not bad. I wasn't aware you were capable of any physical work, so... Pleasant surprise. She looks wonderful, by the way. I can tell you put effort into it.

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

here all by myself (with these feathers in my hand)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/JWqT79Y by thebookworm17 After six months of trying to get him back the Winchesters have had to call it; Cas is gone for good this time. But then Dean starts to see Cas all over the place, in the bunker, during hunts, in his car. Dean thinks he’s finally lost his mind, but the spector wearing Cas’s face isn’t convinced by Dean’s assertions that he’s the hallucination of one seriously messed up psyche. Words: 1630, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, others - Character Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Fix-It, no beta we die like every character I ever cared about in this goddamn show, dean is hallucinating, Or Is he?, fellas is it gay to hallucinate your dead best friend?, Dean Winchester Needs a Hug, Dean Winchester Being an Idiot, traumatic post-nut clarity, Long-Suffering Sam Winchester, John Winchester’s A-Star Parenting, Castiel gets his love reciprocated, profound bonds!, Eventual Happy Ending, angsting in the meantime, Smut read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/JWqT79Y

[brisfanfictions]

Chapter One: Meeting Jacksepticeye [JSE]

“Well that does it for this episode of Reading Your Comments. If you liked it, PUNCH that like button in the face, LIKE A BOSS! Aaand high fives all around!” A young man, with a fluff of bright green hair atop his head and a sweatshirt on, screamed in an Irish accent. He fake punched the camera, raising his fists and bringing them back down. Then he got close to the microphone, staring right into the camera for his last line. Next he gave two high fives to the sides of the camera. “But thank you guys and I will see all you dudes… IN THE NEXT VIDEOOO!” He pointed towards the camera and threw his hands up to the heavens. After that, the ending portion of the video appeared. Signaling that the YouTube video ended.

An American blonde woman, of about twenty years old, cried along with him. She was wearing a black shirt with a white skull on it and black and red skinny jeans from Hot Topic. Her accessories were a locket with a picture of her mother. Her mother had died from alcohol poisoning and taking pills, prescribed ones, with them.

She had grown up without her mother and her father (him walking out on her mother when she was still in the womb) taking care of her. Her aunt and uncle flew from Ireland, her father being an immigrant from the drunken nation and her aunt being the sister of her horrid father, to take care of her. And they did an amazing job in raising her.

“Rose?” Landon, the bond’s best friend from childhood, softly called to her. Back from fantasy land. He had a smile on his face. “Why do you keep watching that guy?”

Landon had known all about her bad childhood, but has always been there for her. But, she doesn’t seem to think of him as something more. Like he has, for her, since high school.

“Because he’s sooo cute and handsome and downright adorable,” Rose joked. Having pulled out her earbuds before Landon started talking, since the YouTube video ended. Then she turned serious. “Actually, it’s because he’s helped me through high school. He’s made me smile and laugh. And he makes me feel better about myself.”

Landon remained quiet, bringing his eyes back on the road. And there was his problem. She had the fantasy that she would actually get to meet him and, possibly, start dating the Irish man. He knows that she’s been dying to see part of her homeland since she was only twelve.

He was driving her to a gaming award show where that Irish dude will be co-hosting with Rachel "Seltzer" Quirico. She wanted to go because he will be there. She’s hoping to give him the painting that she’s been working on, which is in the backseat because of how big it is. She’s been working on it since sophomore year; since she discovered him. The picture was of him and his little buddy, Septiceye Sam, as well as his Korean girlfriend.

Rose was excited to leave the boring state of Pennsylvania to go to Texas. She has signed up a Guest Pass for herself and for her best friend. She couldn’t wait to meet her YouTube Idol. She really couldn’t stop bouncing in the passenger seat of his car. They could play games with Seán. Then they could go buy some games for Seán. And even buy some merchandise for Seán.

Yeah… I might have a problem, but I don’t care. I want to make Seán as happy as I can.

Because she saw in his videos that’s he’s becoming more and more reserved. Which she found odd, since he likes to remain an open book.

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“Landon,” Rose softly cooed. She had her Guest Pass ready to be scanned. She had parked the car where the car usher tole her to. “We’re heeere.”

Landon, who was sleeping in the passenger seat after switching with Rose for the fifth time. With only two people, they had to keep switching to drive. Which gave the other a chance to nap.

“Hmm?” He tiredly mumbled. Automatically nuzzling back into the blanket he brought.

“Get up!” She yelled in her obnoxiously, loud Irish-like voice. Just to wake him up. And not caring if people stared.

“What?!” He cried, snapping himself awake. He shot her a glare as he quickly woke up.

She smiled oh-so-sweetly. Like an angel that fell down from Heaven.

“We’re here,” she innocently told him. Then she got out of the car, going to retrieve the finished painting that was covered with a random green blanket. She had ironed on many things that she found, or made, related to Seán’s channel. So he could use it whenever possible. “And don’t forget your Guest Pass. Pull it up while we’re walking towards the hotel.”

She happily held the pretty painting and hurried to go inside. Landon following close behind his best friend. He had pulled out his phone and clicked on the email that he received about his Guest Pass.

As she was hurrying by, there was a yellow taxi in front of the hotel. Inside that taxi was the Irish man that Rose adored oh-so-much.

Seán had spotted the beautiful blonde woman with the handsome brunet man following her. He could see the blonde kind of struggling with the huge blanket. Curious to see what was underneath. Since the blanket had to do with his YouTube channel, jacksepticeye.

He pulled out the money he needed to pay his taxi fare. In U.S. dollars. Then he climbed out, got out his luggage and went towards the blonde and brunet to see if she needed any help.

However, he was swamped by his female, and the gay, fans. He was very surprised, but happy to make them happy. A lot of them asked him to do his Papyrus and Sans voice.

Rose wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings. She was just excited to play some games and, hopefully, run into Seán before the show started.

Once Seán had signed things for everyone, he looked around for the blonde haired woman. However, he was unable to find her. He sighed, going inside to check into his room.

Rose stopped towards a bench to put her painting on it and sit down. Since her friend had went to the bathroom.

Her eyes were scanning the big lobby area. Looking for Seán.

Then her eyes widened upon seeing him at the front desk. Quickly grabbing her painting again, she hurried over to him.

“Seán!” She cried in excitement. Her voice being louder than anyone’s.

The green and brunet haired man spun around when he heard his name being called. His light, baby blue eyes looking on another set of baby blue eyes. His own looked like dinner plates.

It’s the girl from before. She is very beautiful. That guy must be one lucky fella.

He smiled at her when she stood next to him. The painting leaning against the counter.

She eagerly wrapped her arms around the five foot nine inch man in front of her. Her head reaching his shoulder.

He hugged her back with a small chuckle.

“You seem to know my name, young laddy,” he spoke. “But, I don’t know yers.”

She pulled away to introduce herself. Her hand held out towards him for a handshake.

“I’m Rosalie,” she told him. “But, I’m mostly referred to as ‘Rose’.”

He politely shook her hand. Then kissed her knuckles.

“It’s very nice to meetcha, Rose,” he said. His eyes turned to the covered painting. “And what is this?”

Her eyes followed his and giggled. She was blushing a bit from him kissing her knuckles.

“This is your gift. I’d like to show it ot you in private. I don’t want anyone to steal my idea.”

He nodded in understanding.

“I just checked in. Let’s go up to my room.”

He begun to head to the elevators.

She was close behind, holding the painting. She was more than eager to unveil her masterpiece to him.

Little did she know, a jealous Landon was behind them. But, not close enough to be detected.

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[luminous-lilac]

gave someone my number today which hell yea im proud of myself for even though i had an anxiety attack and almost threw up but theyre a gay man. love the fellas who fancy fellas but where are all the lesbians they literally pop up for one fucking second then disappear

i want to bond with someone over girl in red. i want to steal her hoodies and talk shit about icky men. lets go on a car ride blasting harry styles with the windows down i dont care just eJITHOEIJtioe

[aleksander0086-blog]

In/Destructable.

Friends come and they will go. I gotta be careful for whom I call my 'friends', though. I have major trust issues,  I can't bond easily, and like I explained in my preview post, I am not a great communicator.  Well, there is one friend I had, one friend I thought I could trust and would be there until forever, really. His name was Kaiden. I met Kaiden when I was 17 years old - he was 4 years younger than me. He was an exchange student living in my house, back in the time when I lived in The Netherlands with my family.  Kaiden was from Florida, lived in poverty, and also had a lot of problems at home, such as abuse, neglect, and bullying in school. He lived with us for an entire school year, I think about 9 or 10 months or so.  He was 4 years younger than me, but he became like a brother to me. Even though it took me some time to fully loosen up, at first I bullied him a lot, made fun of him because he looked like an emo and I used to hate Americans. But I found out he was a really special fella.  Even when our lives continued when he went back to the States, and I continued to live my life in The Netherlands,  we kept in touch, virtually.  There was something I always liked about him - his energy, his depth, his patience, his understanding. He wasn't afraid to speak his mind or disagree with me, and I appreciated that. People can be so damn fake. ..But he wasn't. Even when we were a few years older, in our 20's,  I often went to visit him in the States,  a couple of times a year. We were going out on roadtrips, all kinds of adventures, or we just hung out in his apartment a lot, watching movies, like something you'd expect from a real friendship. I never had a friendship like that, where I would actually do fun activities. In other friendships of mine,  we just used drugs and hung out on the streets, act trashy, talking about murder, feeling useless. But the friendship I had with Kaiden really had some real depth,  we could talk for hours all night,  and he made me believe it is no shame to talk about my inner feelings and emotions. By that time, I had never met a single person I felt comfortable enough to talk about my inner feelings. And to me, it felt like a piece of freedom, and he gave me that like some kind of gift. Really, if it wasn't for him, I would still be a numb asshole with my feelings all bottled up.

When I moved to New York when I was 25, I often went to visit Kaiden in Michigan. There were huge gaps, though, and I realized that every time we saw each other again. I had my problems with drinking, using drugs, the errors inside my head. But he, Kaiden, was struggling with bipolar disorder, as he knew since the age of 15. He just did a perfect job by hiding the whole thing. But I could see whenever he was going through a difficult time. He used to be straight edge -  no drinking, no drugs, not even smoking cigarettes.  But ever since he got back from L.A, his life got a little twisted.  He always had high expectations and big dreams, as he wanted to make it in L.A., but I saw the city of angels changed him. He came back as a different person, very odd. It just wasn't him. He opened up about the fact he was sexually abused by his manager,  that he met the wrong people there,  and he definitely started drinking a lot. He was forced to use drugs. Once he came back to Michigan, I think it triggered his mental health and it took the wrong turn. Everything he did was limitless. The typical symptoms of bipolar disorder, those were clear to see. Very extreme mood swings. There were times when I moved in with him, but every time I stayed with him for awhile, the better I got to know him. It wasn't really pretty. He was either extremely happy or a really mean bitch.  Kaiden, he also developed this huge identity crisis with himself - he was not sure about his sexual orientation and identity.  He was struggling with it. I tried to help him, even though I, myself,  used to be a little bit homophobic back in the days.  He was my friend, and I knew he was struggling with it. I just wanted us to have fun again like we used to have.  I came to find out we had a difficult time dosing our attention to each other, since we both have our problems.  Except Kaiden clearly needed the attention, he kinda almost begged for it, he was loud. And me, I tried hiding it, but the people who knew me best could easily uncover my pain. Like the extrovert and the introvert.  It was either Kaiden going through a difficult period, and me having to take care of him, or the other way around. We were there for eachother, always. I suppose it made our friendship a very strong, hectic one too, because of that.  The thing is, there was always drama going on in our lives, and we were both very involved in the situation. And things got even harder as the years were passing by.

  The more we were together the unhealthier our friendship became.  Over the last 5 years we did nothing but using drugs, annoy each other with the fact that we were junkies,  fighting, throwing things at each other, beat each other up. But then there were good times coming again. And so we did fun things again. Then we started fighting again. But both of us were so damn drugged up. I was on heroin all the time, I would stay in the other room, alone in the dark, painting. Or lying on the bathroom floor listening to nice classic rock music. I mind my own business, that's just how heroin works. I wanted to be alone. But Kaiden wasn't on heroin, coke was his thing. It made him very different person, very high energy, always looking for a reason to fight. He would slam the fucking door while I was tripping in the bathroom, yelling at me "Let's go to the sea and put our clothes off! Right now! Come with me!", almost dragging me outside. But my mind couldn't process that very quickly when on heroin. His voice was echoing through my mind. I remember nights, when he was all hyped under influence of coke, and I was nodding next to him in the backseat of the car, far away from reality, no idea where I was and what we were doing. He carried me around like a puppet,  but we were always together.  Kaiden would fight literally anyone on cocaine. And whenever I looked at him, I just thought to myself "damn, this is not you, what the fuck".  We turned out to be monsters, we created the worst versions of ourselves. 

Anyway,  when Kaiden came out as gay, or pansexual, or both, whatever - I still have no idea, but he clearly fell for men - he got involved in the gay scene, and he turned into some kind of sex maniac. He had a devoted boyfriend for awhile, Joone, whom he met in Finland while we were on vacation there,  but then he cheated and started fucking the entire city of Toronto. He was the notorious crack whore of Toronto city, and he was happy to be so. He started to become careless, just like me,  and you got drugs to blame for that. Cocaine turned him in the opposite of person he used to was, the person I used to like so much. That was all gone at some point.  He disgusted me with his lifestyle. I didn't want to visit him anymore because even in the morning, the room smelled like sex and crack, there were naked guys lying on the carpet. And I don't have problems with the gay scene, not anymore, I have experimented this and that myself as well, but his life was just awfully disgusting. For real. I took my distance, continued my life as an introvert junkie in New York City,  but Kaiden kept falling back to me. He'd call me and tell me he feels extremely sorry, crying and everything. And I swallowed those cries for help, for many many times. But Kaiden started working at a sex club for gays, it made him rich. He got paid for sex, and it seemed like everybody wanted to try him out. He could only perform while on cocaine. That sex club was everything to him at one point, and didn't care about anything else anymore.  He didn't care for me anymore, he would even threaten me if I didn't shut up. I couldn't even disagree with him anymore, or open my mouth. But I still did. We had so many fights, physically as well. There were a lot of cocaine, tears and blood. I'm talking about the very end of our friendship now. This was the last chapter of us, really. 

When I got back from Berlin, I visited him a couple of times still. He was clearly angry I lied to him about me being dead. Which I understand, because I lied to everyone. I was too embarrassed to admit another suicide attempt failed once again. But I will never forget the last conversation we had. It was december, very cold night in Toronto. I remember we were sitting with some of his hoes in the room, they were on coke, I joined a bit but not too much. I figured he started gossiping around with some guy, pointing at me and laughing at me. I didn't do shit, it made me moody as fuck, though.  I just refused to talk all night. Went to the kitchen to get some booze. When Kaiden crossed me I just grabbed him and asked him, "what the fuck do you think you're doing bitch?" He just started laughing, he said something like, "just let me go to the bathroom, you schizophrenic thot". I remember looking him in the eyes, feeling furious inside, the anger boiling. I grabbed him, dragged him outside his apartment and just threw him on the ground. He told me all kind of things I will never forget. Made all kind of jokes about me being a 'schizophrenic' and just sick in the head, that I am just like my father, and of course he could because he knew all of my weaknesses. He hurt me so much. He started puching me and we pulled each others hair. It was nasty. He hurt me so much that I wanted to kill him, it triggerd my killer feelings again. I beat him up until he bled, left him lying in the snow and hit him with my car. It felt fucking amazing.  Heard he was hospitalized, but didn't die. Unfortunately. I wish I fucking killed him. I really wish I had. Never saw him again, though.  But this friendship lead us to a dead end lane. How can somebody you once loved so much betray you like that? How he gave all his support and cared for me while I was going through psychosis, delusions, hard times and end up calling me out for being schizophrenic?  Fucking cokehead. Fucking worthless.

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

here all by myself (with these feathers in my hand)

here all by myself (with these feathers in my hand) https://ift.tt/FUpz35G by thebookworm17 After six months of trying to get him back the Winchesters have had to call it; Cas is gone for good this time. But then Dean starts to see Cas all over the place, in the bunker, during hunts, in his car. Dean thinks he’s finally lost his mind, but the spector wearing Cas’s face isn’t convinced by Dean’s assertions that he’s the hallucination of one seriously messed up psyche. Words: 1630, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, others - Character Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Fix-It, no beta we die like every character I ever cared about in this goddamn show, dean is hallucinating, Or Is he?, fellas is it gay to hallucinate your dead best friend?, Dean Winchester Needs a Hug, Dean Winchester Being an Idiot, traumatic post-nut clarity, Long-Suffering Sam Winchester, John Winchester’s A-Star Parenting, Castiel gets his love reciprocated, profound bonds!, Eventual Happy Ending, angsting in the meantime, Smut via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/RFvJWaH June 09, 2024 at 01:23PM