#me and my brother were staring like ran?that's gay

[t4tadrienette]

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[sukiipjs]

✮ BLONDIE : PT 1

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↳ nick sturniolo x masc reader

↳ words - 2239

↳ summary - you’ve been having a hard time realizing and accepting the fact that you’re gay, and in love with your best friend. you try to ignore the feelings but that only makes everything worse until you can’t hide it anymore.

↳ contains - swearing, angst, use of y/n, internalized homophobia, depression, crying, idk??? [READ PT 2 - PT 3]

↳ song - blondie by current joys

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nick has been my best friend for years, he’s always been there for me, and me there for him. we met in the first grade when he saw me alone at recess on the swings and he ran up to me, asking if i wanted to play with him and his brothers. one of the many things i love about him, hes always there, always there to help, or just be with. from that day on he’s always been my number one but honestly, i’ve been kind of avoiding him lately.

of course i don’t want to, i really really don’t want to, trust me, but i don’t want to make anything bad between us either. even though pushing him away is probably fucking things up anyway.

the thing is, for months, maybe even years now i think that i might be coming to a realization: i think i’m gay, or not gay but bi? i hate labels, i dont want to be put into a box, its honestly just hard to fit into one too. i mean i’ve had girlfriends before and i’ve liked that, but nick…

okay i might be coming to another realization: i think i’m in love with nick. and to make everything worse, i can’t even talk to anyone about this because the only person i would tell is nick, but if i told him, well i just cant, it could destroy our friendship. he’d hate me, i cant lose him.

but maybe i’m not in love with him, i mean i love nick, i always have but maybe its not love love? maybe its just me appreciating our friendship more. okay who am i kidding it’s definitely becoming more, I LOVE HIM. he’s just perfect, in general, to me, to everyone. i want to spend every moment of my life with him, i want to hug him and never let him go, i want to be with him, i just want to see him again.

i can’t even imagine what he’d say if he knew i liked him. he’d probably be disgusted, i’d ruin our friendship forever. i cant do that, i can’t risk anything like that, i need him even if that means the best thing i can do is just stay away, make up lies of why i cant hang out, slowly stop texting him, i mean maybe it's not the best thing but its either i do this and try and force these feelings down or i tell him and ruin everything. this is better, or at least that’s what i keep telling myself.

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nick 🫶

| wanna hang out today? haven’t seen you in forever, i’m boredddd

| i know i’m sorry, but i cant today, really really sorry. still not feeling good

| that’s okay, hope you feel better though 💕 if you need anything tell me okay?

| i’d rather hang out with you and get sick then spend one more second with my idiot brothers over here 💀

i stare at the message on my screen, i’m not sick, i’m just trying to be a good friend… by avoiding my best friend… sure, whatever.

i slam down my phone on my mattress, rolling over and burying my face in my pillow. muffled screams from my mouth as tears, start to pour from my eyes. every time i message him, saying i cant hang out i immediately regret it. i want to see him, i always do but again, i cant, i fucking cant. it would only make my feelings stronger and i just need to get rid of them as soon as i can so things can just go back to how they were.

fuck, here comes the spiral that ive been replaying in my head forever. do i even really like him? am i really bi, gay, straight, whatever the fuck? i don’t even know, it’s all too confusing and stressful right now. why can’t i just be me? and have my best friend with me again? actually hang out with him, see him?

all i can really do right now is continue screaming and crying into my pillow about how much of a shitty friend i’m being, great. I constantly stalk his instagram, trying to see if i do really like him and try to see what he’s up to without me, i miss him so much.

…i wish he was a girl then i would be straight and all this shit wouldn’t hurt so much. i’m not trying to say that being gay is bad, all i’m saying is that it would be easier to figure all this out if i was straight and he was a girl. i know that’s so messed up to say but i don’t know how else to put it.

if he was a girl, i’d know that i’m in love with him, i wouldn’t be so afraid to accept myself because there wouldn’t be anything to accept. i’d just be me and he’d she’d be him her, i’d get to be his her boyfriend and we’d be a happy couple. i’d be happy and i wouldn’t have to push the person i love most in this stupid world away…

i smash my face into my silky white pillowcase over and over, shaking my head as i force the sides of the pillow into my face more. i want to suffocate.

i scream into my pillow more and more. ‘i love you nick, i love you nick, i love you. i DONT love you nick, i DONT love you nick, i DONT love you… but i do, i really really do, but i cant… i really really fucking cant.’

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i stay rotting in my bed, spiraling about random shit, taking random quizzes of ‘am i gay?’ or ‘am i in love with my bestfriend?’ or ‘is it a crush?’ like i know.

soft blankets cover me, my silky pillows supporting my back as i rewatch rupaul's drag race on my computer until i finish it again, oreos and empty dr pepper cans surround me. and of course, nick always in my mind, everything reminding me of him, those stupid quizzes, his favorite show, his favorite drink. i wish he could be here, like how we used to hang out before i started ruining everything but i could be ruining it more, at least im keeping my mouth shut.

every once and a while, a message from nick pops up. him sending me a tiktok or telling me about how spacecamp is going or just something random, asking how im doing, if im still sick. most times i try to ignore him, turning off the notifications but i answer sometimes, only one or two words, maybe just an emoji, just trying to say something. i don’t want him to think i hate him or anything, i still of course love him.

the only time i ever get up from my bed is to go the the bathroom or get more food, ive been wearing the same two sweatpants alternating them and random shirts that i throw on the floor after i wear them for enough. my hair shaggy and a scratchy stubble on my face. i look and feel gross. i didnt think that forcing my best friend away and trying to figure out my sexuality could make me this depressed, who knew.

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weeks pass of me ignoring (or at least trying to ignore) nick and weeks of screaming into my sheets and sleeping all day become more and more. i finally decide to leave my apartment and stock up on some random things that will help me rot in my room even more: coffee, chips, oreos, whatever else i might want.

as i scan the aisle for dr pepper, standing in my gray hoodie with the hood covering me and one of the two sweatpants i’ve been wearing on, i hear a voice at the end of the row calling to me, “y/n?” my head turns to see who knows me that’s here, about to see how disgusting i look and just my luck, it’s nick.

“nick” a bright smile floods my face, i haven’t seen him for what seems like forever, i look at his blonde hair with grown out brunette roots, plus that signature nose ring and star earrings, of course he looks great.

he runs up to me, giving me a warm hug as he smiles too, “oh my god i haven’t seen you in decadessss” he exaggerates, laughing at me, “you feeling better now?” i tilt my head a little, confused but then i remember my lie. “oh yeah, i am. even though i dont look it” i try to scoff a laugh, looking down at myself, excusing how ‘i dont care’ i look right now.

“you look fine.” he laughs back again, “you know… me, chris and matt were gonna go out for dinner soon, wanna come?” i can tell he really wants me to be there and i really want to but i try to push it away, still.

“uhhh, i think had something later, sorry” my small smile slowly fading as his does too, i don’t think i’ve seen his smile leave that fast. “really? we haven’t talked in weeks, i miss you” he jokes a little, but really we do miss each other.

“i know, i’m sorry, but i promise we’ll hang out soon yeah?” i try to fake a small smile, trying to make this a little better but nick still looks sad, “yeah okay, see you later then?” he looks like he hates me, he looks just annoyed, hurt. i feel terrible.

“yeah, later” i’m about to walk closer to give him another hug but he leaves, to i assume go find his brothers, before i can. i’m terrible.

i finish up grabbing my things before leaving and driving off, replaying our interaction in my head. i could’ve just went? it was one dinner, that’s all. not a big deal. but it’s too late, it would just be weird if my schedule suddenly cleared up now.

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i make my way back to my apartment, putting my bags down on the counter before going straight to my room again, flopping down on top of the pile of blankets and stuffed animals that cover my bed.

i dig in my pocket for my phone, taking it out as i grab a blanket to pull it over my face, closing off the sun that shines through my window.

i go straight to me and nicks messages, thinking of texting him. ‘i’m sorry’ too short, plain. ‘sorry, i was wrong i can go’ feels like i’m pitying him, plus just dumb. ‘i love you’ yeah definitely not. ‘come over? sorry’ again, stupid and he can NOT see the mess i have over here.

i decide on nothing and put my phone to the side of me, burying my head into my pillows again, tears flooding my eyes again again again. it’s too much. this is all stupid and i need to get over it all. this is terrible.

i go back to my cycle of curling up in warm blankets, eating my now new oreos and dr pepper and rewatching shows i’ve seen a million times before. and obviously stalking nicks instagram, he posted a story of him and his brothers at dinner. he’s still wearing those earrings and that same beige jacket he was wearing before, and he still looks great.

i swipe up, about to message him. ‘you look great, sorry i couldn’t come’ i quickly delete it and just like the story. i need to stop trying to message him when i’m trying to ignore him.

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after falling asleep shortly after i finished looking at nicks story i wake up to like five texts from who? nick, of course.

nick 🫶

| are you ignoring me?

| like did i do something or what?

| are you okay?

| can we just talk or hang out please?

| y/n?

| okay sorry actually, never mind

my heart drops, i feel so TERRIBLE. nick did nothing and i never want him to think that he did something wrong. he’s perfect.

i pick up my phone to respond but honesty i don’t know if i should… i want him to know that he did nothing but he’s right about me ignoring him… fuck this. i just ignore him, still.

i shut off my phone fast and roll to my other side, curling up my legs and staring at the small textured bumps on the off-white wall that i face. i take in every detail, trying to distract myself with something else. i spot all the tiny discolorations or stains on the wall, the way it all starts to blur when tears, again, rain out my eyes.

they drip on the curves of my cheeks and lips, my hands are tucked under my legs as he tears drop onto my sheets, i don’t bother wiping them off. they make a small circle ish shape when it hits on my bed with a darker gray on my gray sheets.

my spiraling hits again when the ridges on my wall go dark as my eyes close. why can’t my best friend just be my best friend? why can’t i just be a normal person? why can’t i just forget it all? why can’t this all just go away? why? why? why? why?

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[spooky-bunnys]

This one is random

So muto x (rich) reader

Muto is hanging out with some friends and they notice that his clothes are of expensive brands and they why he’s wearing that and muto replies with “my boyfriend surprised me with a new wardrobe and he was really excited to give me it that I couldn’t say no” and it’s muto and the reader anniversary and while muto gets the reader flowers, snacks and some a card for the reader (and feels bad cause he’d barely consider those three items as a meaningful gift). The reader just pulls out like these expensive yet meaningful presents and when muto gives the reader the items thinking less cause of what the reader got him the reader is looks at the gift and is like “awww muto you shouldn’t have this is sooo sweet i love it”

Sorry this took me so long, a lot is going on in my life right now. Hope you enjoy!

Muto sighed as he hug up...another disgner shirt. Don't get him wrong he loves his boyfriend, he just wishes he wouldn't spend so much money on him. Especially since (Name) decided to buy him a new wardrobe.

Muto checked the time and grimaced. He had a gang hang out in about 10 minutes. He quickly changed and grabbed his keys and wallet, before quickly making his way outside.

While walking to the meet up, Muto was texting (Name). Talking about their date later, and how he was happy they were together for so long. Today was their 8 month anniversary, and (Name) got them a table at his family's restaurant.

When Muto arrived he saw the S-62 gang all standing around. He huffed seeing Shion arguing with Rindou, probably about something stupid. Muto raised his hand a gave a short wave, announcing his presence.

He got a nod in return, before joining them. They started walking around, cracking jokes and beating other gangs. Until Ran stopped him, before motioning to his outfit. "Mucho, not that I'm complaining but, what with the new look."

The others stopped too, staring at him noticing the new "nicer" clothing he's wearing. Muto sighs and rubbed the back of his neck. "My boyfriend surprised me with a wardrobe change. I wanted to decline but, he looked so excited and I just couldn't say no."

He sighed looking away. He's always been weak to his boyfriend. Especially the adorable smile and laugh. The others notice the soft smile on his face. Izana rolled his eyes and groaned. "Alright we get it. You're gay and love your boyfriend."

Muto whips his head around, giving Izana a heated glare. "And is that a problem?" He practically growled. The others freeze and pale. They've never seen him so angry. Izana shakes his head. "As long as he doesn't distract you from doin what you need to do."

Kakucho grabs Izana's shoulder and squeezed. "What he means to say", Kakucho squeezed Izana's shoulder tighter. "Is that, he's happy for you." Izana doesn't say anything. He's too busy trying to escape Kakucho's grip.

The others stare at the trio. Too nervous to say or do anything. Muto looks down at his phone noticing the time. "Shit-" he quickly puts his phone away. He looks around, noticing a store and quickly made his way over to it.

Shion goes to say something, but Mochi just covers his mouth. Shaking his head as if saying to not ask. When Muto exits the store, he's got a bouquet of (flowers) and a box of (candy). Along with a card, he quickly makes his way to his car. Ignoring the states on his back until he's settled in his car.

He waved at them and drives away, leaving the S-62's staring at his leaving car. They stare in disbelief. "Did that assume seriously just drive off, leaving us alone?!" Shion growls and stomped his foot. The Haitani brothers roll their eyes. Rindou makes a hand gesture to the building behind them.

"1. He grabbed flowers and candy, 2. He raced off after seeing the time. So that could only mean; he has a date and is running late, or it's his anniversary and he's running late." Ran whistles. "Either way, he's late. Hopefully his boyfriend won't be upset."

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(Name) sighed looking at the time on his phone once more. His boyfriend is late, on today of all days. (Name) took another drink of his (drink), and looked out the window. He had asked his parents to save this exact table for tonight.

He looked down in his lap, where a box laid. Inside the box was a necklace, one that matched his own. Along with a new phone. He knows Muto needs one, since his parents refuse to buy him a new one. But the most meaningful gift, was a set of keys.

(Name) knows how much Muto's bike means to him. He also knows that Muto recently had issues with his bike. So (Name) had it fixed, by his family's personal mechanic. Now the bike was as good as new. A few more minutes passed by, before the door opened.

Showing a panting Muto, who upon seeing the sad look on (Name)'s face, felt extremely guilty. He made his way over, kissing his boyfriends temple before taking a seat. "Happy Anniversary (Name)." (Name) gave him a bright smile, placing a box on the table.

He slowly pushed the box towards Muto, and motioned for him to open the box. When opened Muto felt his heart swell. He carefully pulled out the necklace, slowly looking to the one (Name) was wearing. His face softened, he had once complimented the necklace. Since (Name) worse it so much.

Next he pulled out a phone. He chuckled, knowing the reason for the phone. "Thank you (Name). My parents mentioned this morning, about me getting a job for my new phone and to fix my-" he looked at the box confused. What was his keys doing in the box?

Muto gave his boyfriend a confused look, in return he was giving a wide grin. (Name) spoke excitedly about how he had the (Last Name) mechanic, fix his bike and how it ran like new. Muto smiled widely at his boyfriend. But then his smile fell. While (Name) always got him expensive and meaningful gifts...

He looked down at the (candy), (flowers), and the card. He couldn't afford getting (Name) such meaningful gifts. He slowly handed them to (Name) who gasped happily. "Muto you remembered my favorite flowers!" (Name) smelled the flowers before seeing (candy).

He looked at Muto happily. "You even remembered how I'm allergic to chocolate!" Then finally he saw the card. (Name) opened it slowly. Seeing how Muto expressed, how he was so happy being with him. (Name) quickly got up and ran around to the other side of the table.

Muto looked surprised. He didn't think (Name) would be so happy about his gifts. (Name) quickly gave him a tight hug, covering his face in kisses. Muto smiled softly and wrapped an arm around him. Carefully pulling (Name) isn't his lap.

"While I'm happy you like your gifts, I'm sorry they're not too good quality." (Name) gave his boyfriend a stern look and pulled his face close. "Yasuhiro Muto, I love the gifts because you actually put thought into them. I could care less about the costs. It's the meaning that matters."

He kissed his lips softly. "Besides I'd love anything from you." Muto pulled him closer giving him, a deeper much more passionate kiss. When they pulled away he placed his forehead on (Name)'s shoulder and sighed. "How did I ever get so lucky?"

(Name) giggled, rubbing his back. "That should be my line."

[ceasarslegion]

Uncle story?

Oh boy!

So the first thing i need to say about my uncle is that he is an idiot. Terminally stupid and also the most self-righteous bastard I've ever met. Truly deadly combo.

I must also start by clarifying that this is not the same openly gay uncle who is a Scottish lord and ran for mayor of a small Saskatchewan town because he was bored and won and then showed up to all the official things in a top hat. That is technically my great uncle and on my dad's side. We must not smear that uncle's name due to confusing him with my mom's brother who is too stupid to realize how stupid he is and thinks the fact that no one can understand what the fuck he's ever talking about is a sign of intelligence.

So my uncle is openly gay. And he lives in the UK as a dual dutch-canadian citizen. He is engaged to an Israeli man (do not discourse on this post. I mention his nationality to highlight something else I will mention. Just some guy who doesn't even live there is not responsible for a certain conflict going on). He also grew up in Dubai but family went back to Canada for a spell around when he entered high school. He works as a travel agent last time I checked, but he can never hold down a job for more than a few months without getting fired so who knows at this point.

You're with me, yes? Gay, immigrant, fiance from another country, grew up in the gulf?

This motherfucker. Said he would vote for Trump if he were american and that brexit was a good idea. And is anti-immigration. And thinks feminism is cancer. And once tried to convince my mom that men across the UK were being arrested for "stare-rape" which is apparently when you just look at a woman in public and she can then claim you raped her with your eyes. And thinks pride is pedophilic. And thinks bisexuality is just people who want to be special and can't pick a side. And the only person he's still on speaking terms with in my immediate family is my grandma who is just as toxic as he is stupid.

My dad once said, word for word, while a few drags into a blunt: "if I ever see [uncle] again, I'm going to beat the shit out of him for what he said about my son." I don't know what exactly happened to get him kicked out of my parents apartment when they cut ties with him during a visit, but I know it was a screaming match over something to do with me. I had long moved out at that point so I wasn't there to see it. And this is coming from the mouth of the same guy from my red bull and snickers post, my dad is not a violent or scary guy and I've never seen him lay a hand on anybody.

My uncle and I used to be really close when I was a kid because he's a very artistic person, and I was too. We were the two creatives in the family. Also as a queer kid who didn't know he was trans yet I was naturally drawn to queer masculine influences. This fell apart pretty quickly when I started like, growing into my own person instead of a carbon copy of the people around me. He was steadily becoming dumber and dumber to me but it really came to a head in 2016

So trump wins the US election. I am still living in Abu Dhabi at this point and I had just graduated high school in June of that year. My boss is American. She is devastated and says she's going home early that day because she needs a few hours to process what's gonna happen now. At my desk I make a Facebook post saying that if any of the americans I knew refused to vote over your own self-righteous bs that I don't want to talk to you again because you clearly cared more about having the moral high ground than sucking it up for the people who trump will go on to hurt. This post is a big hit among my Arab majority peers.

This goes on without incident. 3 months later my uncle comments a big essay on it sucking trumps dick and saying some pseudo-qanon shit about Hillary Clinton. I respond citing actual sources and hit him where it hurts: Mike pence's then-plan to divert AIDS research funding into conversion therapy.

I go back to work (I am at work when the response happens too). About an hour later my phone buzzes on my desk. I open it to an essay twice the size in my messenger DMs from him crytyping about how I've changed and turned into such a whiny SJW, how I'm no longer the same person i was when I was 11 (damn I hope so), how I'm such a bully now (YOU CAME ONTO *MY* POST 3 MONTHS LATER???), and uh, no word of a lie, that he can't be racist because he dated a black man in high school. I. I never mentioned race in the post or my response to him. He brought that up on his own.

I ended up calling him out on it by replying to his public comment with "hey if you're gonna cry about how you're not racist in my inbox for pages and pages on end like that because someone said you were being stupid at least do it in the same place you were flaunting your idiocy, damn."

We didn't talk for a good couple years after that. And then something came up and we talked again for a bit, I don't remember exactly what anymore but we had to interact in person for it. I was willing to be civil, he started by doing the equivalent of crossing his arms and pouting until I said sorry for how mean I was to such a sensitive little muffin on the internet. Very mature guy I'm related to here isn't he. Insane how he's the uncle and I'm the nephew huh

This lasted for a good 2 weeks. Because the pokemon sun and moon leaks happened and I showed him the character models for red and blue and joked that they looked like a newlywed couple on their honeymoon in Hawaii. Pokemon was one of the few things we could still agree on at this point, so i was trying to bridge a gap with a family member with it. Thinking that he would appreciate the joke as a gay man.

He exploded at me. Like full on screaming exploded at me over that. He yelled about how homophobic I was, that i had no right to call myself queer because I hadn't been sexually assaulted or threatened to be murdered (HE HASNT EITHER??? LIKE HE VERY MUCH HASNT 😭😭😭 also you are making a LOT of assumptions about the life of someone you made NO effort to be a part of despite him giving you every olive branch you could possibly grab), that it was insulting to every gay person in the world to say that the best representation we deserved was pokemon (THATS NOT WHAT I SAID??? Also what's wrong with a gay pokemon character 😭 how is that insulting 😭😭) and that I had no idea what it was like to suffer for my identity. He said this while I was living in a place where queer people got executed for being moral degenerates btw.

Something in me snapped that day and I responded with "oh tell me more about how hard your life was in your dubai villa with an in-ground pool and a hired nanny. I'll truly never suffer as much as you have. Tell me more about how you threw the first brick at stonewall."

My parents had to stop themselves from laughing at that response and steered me out before my uncle could explode even more, and I never talked to him again.

[idontplaytrack]

can you write an aj fic, college au, when r bring her home for the holidays but her parents arent approving of it…and the end can be like r’s cousins or siblings taking r and aj out to a gay bar or something, a mostly happy ending

It’s Not Christmas Without You

AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: coarse language, homophobia, quarrelling, underage drinking mentions, sexual assault mentions

In which reader’s parents do not approve of their relationship so the siblings and cousins make their holidays better by taking them out instead

“So they know I’m coming?”

“Yeah, I told them I was bringing my partner home.”

“They probably think I’m a guy.”

“Yeah, but screw it. If they kick me out, we still have a place to go, baby.” You told her, “We’ll be fine.”

And to be completely honest, you and AJ had discussed this. This visit back home for the holidays was out of courtesy. No matter how they reacted, you’d still be telling them that you’d be moving out. But if they didn’t approve, you’d never be coming home again, ever. You weren’t going to give your parents the upper hand and satisfaction of kicking you out. Never.

Your sister was picking you and AJ up from the airport. And for a little bit of a background on your family, you were the youngest of three. Your older brother, Theo and older sister Patricia were well into their twenties, both married. Patricia had two children— your darling niece and nephew, Aurora and Austin. As for Theo, he’d just gotten hitched on halloween with his boyfriend. That’d be Robin. Wanna make a guess which one of your siblings had a better relationship with your parents?

Patricia did. They were only okay with Theo having a boyfriend (at the time) because he was bi. So to them, that meant that he’d still be able to start a family if he wanted. Boy, did Theo shut them down so quickly. But they were still in denial. So far, Theo was the only one in your family that you were out to. You figured that only he truly understood your fear. But in a matter of minutes, Patricia would know as well.

“y/n!”

Immediately, you spotted Patricia thanks to her distinctive voice over buzzing chatter of the swarm of people in the arrival hall. You rushed up to her, still holding onto AJ’s hand. “Hi, Trishy.” You hugged her back.

“Let me guess, AJ?”

“That’s me.” AJ chuckles lightly, “Were you expecting a guy too?”

“Not exactly.” Your sister admits, “Let me help you with your bag.”

“Explain.” You gasped, looking at her with wide eyes.

“I just don’t really care who you’re dating unless they treat you right. I wasn’t expecting anybody specific.”

“Oh.” You nodded, “Thanks?”

“Let’s go, Theo’s waiting in the car. And your precious niece and nephew are waiting at home.”

Getting into your sister’s car, you sat in the middle seat between AJ and Theo. “Good to finally meet ya and put a face to your name.” Theo commented, “She’s very secretive, this one.”

AJ chuckles. “She had her reasons, which I get. But I have nothing to hide, ask me whatever you want.”

“Oh, no, no.” Theo laughed similarly, “I trust you. She’s happy, she’s safe, she’s clearly so loved by you. I’m not the least bit worried.”

“I am,” You stared at him, “Mom and Dad are one hundred percent expecting AJ to be a guy,��

“Well…she can look the part.” Theo jokes. AJ snorted, “We’ll just leave the bags in your car because we’re almost certain they’ll want her outta there. We’re planning to leave either way. I’m not bi, so they will definitely go off on me.”

“Honey.” Patricia turned her head to look over her shoulder, “We got you. We get it— courtesy visit. Because they’ve been asking and asking, and asking. You’d think after two years of you not coming home, they’d at least start to get the hint, noooo, they’ve been painfully oblivious.”

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“We’re home.” Theo announces, letting out an inevitable sigh. Aurora and Austin dropped their toys and ran over first, tackling you with a hug. AJ? She stood right behind you. “Hi, auntieeeee.” They squealed. “Hey, goofballs. Wow you guys are so tall.”

They giggle happily. “I’m taller.” Aurora grins.

“Sure are, sweetie.” You chuckle, ruffling with her hair.

“Who is this?” The seven year old girl asked.

“I’m AJ,” She smiled.

“You’re really pretty.” Aurora says. “Are you y/n’s friend?”

“Uh, girlfriend.” You answered honestly.

“Oh. Hello, AJ!” The kid shrugged, pulling Austin away to go play again.

And then, your parents. “Girlfriend, Rory, don’t be silly. I’m sure your aunt’s just kidding.”

“Kidding for what?” You asked, almost a little too harshly.

Your mother’s mouth hung open, “You…watch your mouth.”

“Watch my mouth?” You wanted to scoff so badly, “I’ve graduated from college this year. I don’t need to be treated like a child.”

“This is AJ?” Your dad chimed in.

“Oh, yeah. This is AJ and she’s great.” Theo spoke on your behalf, sensing your anger building up to a close peak.

“So are you bisexual too, like Theo?”

“No, Mom.” You stated, “I’m a lesbian,”

“Oh, God. What have I done?”

You were so ready to leave. It was clear AJ was thinking the same thing. “Nothing. You have done nothing. I have always been this way— nothing has changed and nothing needs to change. Why does it matter to you that I’m in love with a woman?”

“Mommy, why are you all mad at auntie? She didn’t do anything wrong.” Aurora appeared again. Shit, you’d forgotten in the moment that the kids were around. You should’ve just turned and left with AJ.

“Baby, come over here. Let’s get back to our movie, hm?” Ezra, her dad, came up to the foyer soon enough.

“No, gramma’s mad at auntie y/n. That’s not nice of her.”

“I’m gonna go, baby. But I’m okay, I promise.”

“Aw.” The kid sulked. “Whyyy.”

“Aurora, they need to talk— let’s let them finish talking first, okay?”

“Ezra, there’s no use talking to them. They’re so stuck in their narrow minds that only what they think, is correct. We’re leaving after we hand the gifts over to the kids.”

“Okay, dinner’s canceled.” Your mom announces.

“Way ahead of you.” Patricia looks up from her phone. “This family hasn’t felt like a family in years. It’s ridiculous that a child knows better than you two do. Ezra, let’s go. We’re moving the dinner to ours— I’ve already texted the rest of them. You two can stuff yourselves for all I care. y/n’s being very kind to come back here when she’s made it pretty clear she doesn’t want to be back here several years ago.”

Not wanting to escalate the situation, all of you left. You sat in Theo’s car with AJ. While Patricia, Ezra and the kids were in their own. With that, the bunch of you were on your way to Patricia and Ezra’s house. “y/n, AJ. The guesthouse is all yours. Make yourselves at home.” Ezra told you both while Patricia got the kids settled and freshened up.

“Wow, thanks.” You replied, then made your way over to the guesthouse through the backyard.

“Rest of the family’s coming by at 8. We have a few hours, so you guys just…chill.” Patricia eventually poked her head into the front doorway of the guesthouse. You hear Aurora and Austin playing in the pool, squealing.

“Well, can we help any way at all?”

“AJ, relax.” Patricia laughs, “I got this, you two just do whatever you want. Let me worry about the cooking.”

“You wanna go for a swim, then?” You glanced at AJ to ask.

“Sure.” AJ beamed, “Let’s do it.”

The moment you and AJ got inside the pool, Austin sprayed you with the water gun, then AJ became the target. Eventually, it became a little bit of a fight. You let the kids win, just because. They’re kids. It was just a game, everyone had fun. After an hour or so, Aurora and Austin wanted to get back inside so Ezra took them, leaving you and AJ alone.

“Are you okay?” AJ asks, pushing herself up to sit down on the edge of the pool.

“What? Yeah, I am.”

“No, I mean, really.” AJ continues.

“Babe, come on. It’s Christmas eve— I don’t want to talk about it.”

She looks at you, you look at her. AJ wasn’t going to give it up. “I don’t wanna talk about it here.” You stood up and led her back into the guesthouse.

“Me and my parents were very close. Until— okay, remember in high school, junior year? After my volleyball team won a big game.”

“Yeah.” She nods, sitting right before you, “Right before summer.”

“That night, we all got wasted at the hotel and some guy ended up…I dunno. Touching me while I was pretty much blacked out. I woke up to him hovering over me, kissing my neck and just— it was horrifying to have that be the first thing I saw and felt after getting sober from the drinking.”

AJ’s facial expression was indistinguishable, but you continue. “I didn’t known who to tell, so I ended up telling my Mom. Who, told my Dad without my permission. Then, the police showed up at the door, it was a whole mess that week. I know who did it— I always have. The memory started coming back and I knew that guy. But he got away with it. He pleaded not guilty, went to trial. I lost. My parents blamed me for drinking and getting myself into trouble. Since then, everything just kinda spiralled. At the time, Theo and Trish were the only two people in my corner. No one else knew what happened. They’re really just unrelated matters but since that happened, they changed. My parents simply hated me, it’s like they’re disgusted by me. But the drifting apart was pretty gradual so I got used to it. I just hate that they’re that way towards me even though I look at it from their point of view and I get it. But it’s been weighing on my mind, and you deserve to know.”

“Was that why you lived with them senior year?”

“Oh, yeah. Theo already started working and Trish was a senior in college. With both their incomes, they took me out of our parents’ home and let me live with them.” You explained, “It was so much more complicated in my head, but now that that’s out of the way…I just need a few days to forget about that. Work through that, you know? It’s not use being all upset about it now. I don’t want to be caring so much about them that I let them affect my mood when clearly, they couldn’t care less about me.”

“That is just…terrible of them to practically wash their hands off you.” AJ scoffs.

“Baby, don’t get yourself all angry over those two. There’s no point. Let’s just focus on ourselves and those that actually do care.”

“You’re right.” She smooches you on the cheek. “You’ve come a long way and done a lot of work. I’m very proud of you for that. Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me that. It’s not an easy thing at all to be sharing.”

You cracked a smile. “Thanks, baby.”

————

Seeing some of your family members clicking with AJ so well, so quickly, it seriously made you so happy— the relief you felt was impeccable. “AJ, will you read me a bedtime story?” Aurora comes running up to AJ— and you.

“Sweetie, they’re watching a movie—”

“It’s alright, Trish.” You assured.

You and AJ shared a look before she smiled and agreed. “Yay!” Aurora exclaimed and dragged the two of you by the hand upstairs to her bedroom.

“Good night, sweetie!” Patricia laughs, as did Ezra.

“Night, Mommy. Night, Daddy!”

A good twenty minutes later, Aurora reluctantly agreed to finally sleep. You walked back downstairs with AJ and were met with Theo immediately suggesting that the few of you should go out for the night. “Come on. We’ve been keeping it PG for the whole evening. Let’s go party it up.” Theo laughs.

“Hey, don’t need to look at me. You guys are adults. No curfew over here.” Patricia bit back a laugh, “Go. Have fun.”

“Alright, alright.” You gave in. Theo cheered quietly, gesturing for his husband Dylan to join you all and leave the house.

The destination? A gay bar. Ever since that night in high school, you were very careful around alcohol. So much so that you flat out didn’t drink alcohol in chaotic settings like these. Not all of them knew why, but they didn’t force you— you had two glasses and that was it.

“Which one of you people wants to take the mic tonight, party people?”

“Let’s go do that. Let’s sing.” You grabbed AJ by the arm, causing her to look at you, laughing.

“Sure.” AJ giggles, looking over to the guys.

“y/n, you know I cannot sing.” Your brother pointed at you, “Dylan— you can.”

“Hell yeah.” Dylan agrees and hopped off the stool, heading for the stage with you and AJ.

“Alright, alright! Here we go. First daring ones of the evening. Dylan, AJ and y/n singing ‘It’s Not Christmas Without You’, everyone!”

“So if you feel it comin'

On this special day

Just trust your heart

'Cause I can't wait to hear you say

That it's Christmas

And the start of something new

Well, it's Christmas

And I hope you'll feel it too

Everyone together, sing

Silver bells and golden rings

But all of it means nothing

Without you

No, no no

It's not Christmas (Christmas)

Without you, you, you

It's not Christmas

Without you, you, you

It's not Christmas

Without you, you, you

It's not Christmas without you”

🏷️ Tag list:

@ashecampos @auliisflower @cheesysoup-arlo @frogs00 @reneeswif3 @ludoesartnstuffs @pda128

[nimmie-nugget]

can you write a one shot about mui accidentally consuming edibles from a stranger on the streets and then completely losing his filter and roasting everyone (including yui) 😨

~Muichiro loses his Filter~

Warnings: Muichiro speaks, ooc, roasts aren’t roasting, not proofread

Note: Pfft- 🤣🤣🤣 I had some fun writing this one! These are not rlly roasts but it’s the random shizz that came up in my mind at the time I was writing this I’m sorry 😭😭😭 Enjoy! <3 This has been rotting in my drafts for a while now

Masterlist

Hashira Yuichiro AU

Muichiro=Blue, Yuichiro=Purple

3RD POV

It was currently morning as the Tokito twins just finished their missions. They stopped by a small stand where their was an old man selling treats “Nii-san let’s buy some of those!” Muichiro said pointing at the stand full of treats “We can’t, we need to save our yen for a full meal.” “But Nii-san!!!” He whined as Yuichiro sighed. “Fine, just don’t come asking for my food when your hungry.” He said sternly making sure to raise his tone at the ‘my’ “don’t worry Nii-san! I’d never eat your food because I don’t want you hungry!” Yuichiro gave some yen to his brother as he watched Muichiro run off to the stand, after a few minutes of waiting patiently Muichiro came back. They continued their walk as they were near their destination.

The twins were currently at a ramen shop as Yuichiro gobbled down on his ramen, his brother Muichiro was sleeping and eventually Yuichiro finished his meal. Yuichiro shakes his brother awake as Muichiro stirred awake.

Muichiro blinked as he stared at his brother for a good 10 seconds until he rubbed his eyes. Muichiro groaned and stared at his brother in disgust “Muichiro stop looking at me like that!” Yuichiro said as he bonked Muichiro’s head “stfu you dumb excuse of a human.” “…I’m gonna kill you.” “Tell me what is a donkey ugly bitch ass lookin stupid woman like you gonna do to me?” Yuichiro deadpanned as Muichiro threw the empty bowl of ramen on the ground and suddenly the owner came out that he was gay and proceeded to scold the younger twin.

“do you ever shut up? This is why you get no hoes lmfao, small pp bald ass bitch” Yuichiro’s face dusted with pink because of embarrassment. “You gozzamn useless ass of a manwhore who can’t even get hoes lol lmao so embarrassing” said Muichiro as Yuichiro’s right hand went to grip his brothers left shoulder and he whisper-shouted in Muichiro’s ear “Muichiro! Shut up! Let’s just go back to our estate!” Muichiro immediately whipped his head towards Yuichiro “your telling me that I live with you!? This is ridiculous!” He said stubbornly.

“How can I! I the one and only live with a mint flavoured with some chocolate ice creamed hair!!!! Muichiro grumbled as Yuichiro deadpanned again “we look the same.” Yuichiro said losing his patience. Yuichiro looked towards the owner who was absolutely frozen, Yuichiro took a fistful of his brothers hair and ran towards their estate dragging Muichiro as he flailed around.

The twins arrived to their estate as Yuichiro slammed his brother to the ground knocking him out, Yuichiro let out a sigh and he dragged his brothers body to their room. Yuichiro set up two futons and once again slammed his brothers body onto the futon.

Muichiro POV

I groaned as I woke up, I put my left hand on my head only to be met with a slap. I blinked a few times taking in my surroundings as the first person I see is my brother “Nii-san! Why did you slap me!!!” I whined but I didn’t receive an answer, now looking clearly at Yuichiro’s face. It was an unrecognizable expression “I’M GONNA KILL YOUUUUUUUU” oh…it seems it’s gonna be a long day huh…I mentally embraced myself knowing what’s coming.

Taisho Secrets!

Yuichiro did in fact share his food with his brother 🤗

Yuichiro did not shake his brother awake but instead pulled on Mui’s hair hard enough till Mui woke up😀

Yuichiro is left armless 💪🥰

Yuichiro did not pay for the ramen 😋🍜

Yuichiro killed Muichiro 😱

Yuichiro woke up early to kill Muichiro 🤯

The secrets above all start with Yuichiro 🌫️🗡️

The twins did not bring a lot of money so that explains why Yui was worrying about it-

I don’t think these are even secrets but they are now bcs I said so😎👌

[prettyoddfever]

Tumblr glitched while I was trying to answer this, but thankfully I took a screenshot of everything before refreshing because I legit cannot find that draft or question anywhere now, sorry. So here we go again...

I'll link to the post here. (btw any annoyance that might seep into my tone in my recent answers is NOT directed at the actual people asking... y'all are lovely). So that post is done in a very similar tone to the Ryden primers that the pre-split fandom posted, but I'm getting the sense that this is very very different... like that person seems to actually believe the content that they're posting is straight up facts (and even if they don't, the fact that you're referring to it as "infamous" probably implies that other people are at least treating it as real facts, so I'm still going to address it like the tone is serious). Here's an explanation of how the majority of the fandom used to view Ryden.

A lot of their pictures no longer show up, so I'm going to leave a wayback screen recording here for reference:

I'll just comment as I go through it if I have something to add:

I suppose that the tone of someone's comments is open to interpretation, so idc as much about whether those are misread or not.

That supposed AIM convo was shared as a myspace bulletin by Brent's brother Blake during the summer 2006 season when he was trying to stir up shit and was busy posting other inaccurate info too. I'm just saying to take it with a grain of salt. 

Ryan’s lj post on 9/27/05 was about the release of AFYCSO that day. He talked a lot in interviews that season about how it was weird for him to see so many fans singing his lyrics back to him.

uhh most of the pictures that this person lists "from this era" of 2004/2005 are actually from 2006. so they definitely know what they're talking about here lol.

they list one of Ryan's livejournal posts and then say "I'm not sure of the exact date, but I know it was some time in 06." It was from June 24, 2006. 

lol Audrey.

re: the Myrtle Beach theory

why is the part where Ryan called Brendon a golden god in late 2006 any different than when Brendon said this about Spencer that same season?

re: the 2006 mic-sharing & stage gay

fans would positively scream when Ryan & Brendon approached each other, especially in the last half of 2006. this moment in Munich in October 2006 seemed no different... the guys absolutely knew what they were doing.

the VMA performance just seemed like Ryan was still using Brendon as a safe space to look at so he wouldn't stare at his feet or guitar, but that is still very much something you could turn into a Ryden thing so carry on haha.

about the Rolling Stone interview

I'm laughing at the "squint a little harder" comment about finding Ryden content in 2008. That is so accurate. 

re: Dylan's myspace (yes, Keltie ran a myspace for Hobo that anyone could grab pics from).

Ryan absolutely sounds like he's saying dude... also that would be normal.

the picture of the bracelet is normal

I'm just going to link to this post since it addresses many similar inaccurate points about early 2009.

I was about to side eye them so hard for posting the Lana Jade letter as real, but at least they added that she made multiple posts explaining that it wasn't her. And yes, obviously Brendon's best friend was Shane (not Ryan).

omg Ryan's tattoos are not about Brendon. Those are Tom Waits lyrics. Ryan was good friends with Thomas Dutton. About a year before getting the tattoos, Ryan was hanging out with him on tour in the UK and later told Kerrang that “a friend of mine in Forgive Durden turned me on to Tom Waits when we were in the UK… I’ve been listening to him ever since. His voice is so rough and dark. I’d never really heard anything like that.”

the sharing beds idea was misunderstood in the Billboard interview... all 4 guys slept on bunkbeds in the same room when they were recording AFYCSO. That's what Brendon's referring to.

re: the Bishop Gorman tshirt… Ryan was hardly that size in high school. But Brent went to Bishop Gorman too (and so did Paulina, who was also friends with Brendon). Brendon did borrow some of Brent’s stuff in 2004/2005 (like money for food while they were first touring). Just saying… it's def interesting, but it’s not an automatic Ryden connection.

I didn't read Spencer's tone in that out.com interview the same way... there's some relevant bits in this post.

about the red shirt

here's my general tag for Ryden stuff

[chaosfairy18]

The shower incident

A little fic inspired by something @bigmack2go told me. Has brief talks about sex regarding a minor (17) but nothing graphic, it is just Skittery freaking out his little brother gets older and mature. Enjoy!

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Skittery loved his little brother. He really did.

Ever since Tumbler had been born when Skittery was four years old, he’d instantly lost all feelings of jealousy over getting a smaller sibling and knew he would protect the little thing with everything he had.

That hadn’t changed now, 17 years later, when Skittery was 21, had two boyfriends – one of which he played in the same soccer team as – and loved them more than he thought he could love someone. Because Tumbler was still mostly his number one priority, next to his mother – not his father, he’d been divorced for a reason.

But as much as he loved him, he was still an older brother and as such it was his duty to embarrass him.

So, when Skittery heard his brother sing in the shower – he didn’t even know he did that, but there was always a first time for something – he didn’t even think before getting his phone out and starting to record it. It wasn’t terrible, Benny at least hit most of the notes, but he’d still send it to Swifty and Bumlets later to laugh about his rendition of various songs from Rocky Horror Picture Show he’d been playing in the background during his shower. He’d not sung in the beginning, but now he was – kind of badly – singing along to “I can make you a man.”

Skittery got closer to the door, snickering quietly to not get too much of it into the recording. He just got into “Hot Patootie – Bless My Soul” when someone inside the bathroom laughed: “You could at least try to hit the notes.”

Someone that was definitely not his brother but instead his brothers ‘best friend’ Kat.

Before really thinking about it, Skittery ran away to his room – door open so he could hear if anything else happened – and tried to not scream because his brother was alone with another boy locked in the bathroom while he was allegedly showering, and they had music on. What were they doing locked up in the bathroom together in the first place??

He didn’t want to entertain the idea that they actually had been showering, he couldn’t take that, but what better alternative was there? He hadn’t even known Benny was gay or bi or- well that he liked other boys at all. And one would think that he’d mention it at some point, especially with how much time he spent around him and Bumlets and Swifty.

And now his little brother was locking himself in the bathroom with his best friend – who Skittery also hadn’t thought he liked men – and covered up whatever they did with music. Tumbler was seventeen, basically a child, so how-

The lock could be heard, and the door of the bathroom opened. “So then see you in two days, right?”

“Yeah, see you then!”

Skittery crept down the hallway, just fast enough to see Kat go down the stairs to leave the house, Tumbler still in front of the bathroom. As his brother was just staring at him, he said: “I’ll uh… go showering now. You done?”

“No, I need to shower.”

“Didn’t you just shower?”, Skittery raised an eyebrow. That had been the whole cover of whatever he had been doing in there after all. And his hair looked a bit wet.

Tumbler grinned, hands fidgeting. “No, Kat showered. I was just- well in. Was wearing clothes though!”

Skittery took a few deep breaths to not scream or punch the wall. For a few moments he thought about questioning this whole thing further, which would probably lead to his brother being annoyed or actually admitting they had made out or done whatever and Skittery wasn’t ready for this kind of confirmation. “Yeah just tell me when you’re done.”, he said and turned around, this time closing his door.

Skittery: I need to bleach my eyes and ears

Bumlets: I’d prefer you didn’t doll. What happened?

Skittery: Heard Tumbler

Locked in the bathroom

With Kat

Swifty: Oh shit

Bumlets: We'll come over

Or do you want to come here?

Fifteen minutes later Skittery stood in front of their apartment – it was really all of theirs, with how often Skittery slept there and stayed there. Bumlets opened and hugged him before leading him to the living room, Skittery not protesting when he just pulled his head down to rest under his chin and pulled him close on the couch. He probably needed it.

“Tell us what happened. If you can.”

Skittery sighed and explained the entire thing to them, Bumlets patting his head all the while.

“You think they were really having shower sex?”

“Swifty-“

“He said he had to shower after, so he couldn’t have been in the shower with him, right?”, said Skittery wanting to believe it to be true.

Swifty shrugged. “Well he still watched Kat shower, probably.”

“Don’t say it like that. And he’s too young for sex in general.”

“How old were you again when you and Blink-“

“Boys.”, Bumlets interrupted. “Maybe less talk about what they did okay? Do you want to talk to him about it? Not what exactly happened, just if he has something with Kat. He knows you wouldn’t judge.”

Skittery hummed, just trying to hide his face more in Bumlets’ neck. “Don’t wanna ask about it. But if I don’t it’ll just happen again because he thinks he got away with it.”

He probably had to either way. No matter what, he’d need to have a shovel talk with Kat if there was something happening. And either force them to leave their door open every time or evacuate the house.

“At least you didn’t get the flirty twin.”, Bumlets joked, referencing how his own little brother had been dating Kit, Kat’s twin, for half a year now. “Flipper was whining a lot about how he wasn’t sure if he meant their playful flirting in drama class because he’s always like that.”

“At least Flipper talked to you about it.”, retorted Skittery. Was he really that untrustworthy? Or didn’t Tumbler feel comfortable with him now?

Swifty took his hand and squeezed it. “I’m sure he trusts you Mica. Might just try to figure it out, you know?”

“But why in the shower?”

“Forget about that for a little while. Why don’t we watch Addams Family and I’ll make you a hot chocolate?”

Skittery a bit wanted to protest that he didn’t need it and it probably wasn’t that bad, but he knew they were just doing it because they loved him and wanted to help. This wasn’t just for him it was also for them and he appreciated that.

They watched movies until they fell asleep, Skittery – at least for a while – forgetting he’d have to have a talk with his brother soon.

[writerofadream]

Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI! Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Twenty-One: The kids we left behind

(Netflix isn't working once again so enjoy a flashback chapter! You and Duncan are both seven, and this mainly revolves around his older brother, not a long chapter, sorry but i havent paid my internet bill or whatever so i wanna savor it- is that how that works-)

Mick watched Duncan wait patiently by the door. He knew that his youngest brother was anxiously awaiting for you to arrive. It seemed that the boy was always waiting for you.

Leo, was asleep and was nearly on top of Mick by the time you finally arrived. He didn't stay asleep for long though, you burst into the house nearly oozing with light.

"OKAY SO-" You jumped on top of Duncan who already was laughing.

Mick was amazed by the transformation you held over Duncan. The abused child who typically was quiet and reserved turned into this happy and joyful creature.

It was horrifying, but in a fun way.

"Miss me?" you smiled still nearly straddling the other boy. The boy smiled, and flipped you onto your back. "Always." He winked.

Oh these fuckers- Mick rolled his eyes, he never thought he'd say this about two children- but fucking marry each other already holy shit it's wild.

James walked by the living room and stopped seeing his youngest brother straddling the girl, James considered as another sibling.

"Uh-" James looked onto the couch and saw a half-asleep Leo, an amused Mick, Kenny who was for some reason under the coffee table, and Henry and Lucas staring at the TV.

"You gonna do something about this?" He questioned Mick who smiled and shrugged.

God, brothers.

"Idiots, I'm going to tell Ben about this I swear to god-" James turned around and ran up the stairs into the communal room he shared with his six other brothers.

Ben was scrolling through his phone doing situps on the top bunk. "Ben, how on earth does Duncan get more girls then you do?" James smiled scratching his nose with his middle finger.

"Dude, it's cause I'm gay-"

"Fair enough."

Ben rolled his eyes and jumped off the top bunk and whiped his hands on his sweatpants. "Show me the damage." He ushered his brother back downstairs into the living room.

The two bestfriends had now migrated onto the couch, and they were sitting next to Leo who was back to his usual snoring.

Y/N had her arm intertwined with Duncan's and was rambling about her day, but both brothers were a good 90% sure he wasn't listening, his eyes were focused on you, and there was this dreamy look in his eyes which made it clear he wasn't all there.

"You understand that they are like literally in love with each other, right-" Ben turned around to James unsure of what the problem was.

"... well for starters... their seven-"

"So? You had your first kiss at seven." Ben pointed out and James gave him a pointed glare. "I was asleep and it was the dog." James hissed.

"Your just sad because your brother is getting more action then you are." Ben laughed patting his brothers arm and sitting down on the couch, ruffling you and Duncan's hair with a fond smile.

"There is seven of us, it's almost guaranteed that one of us has to be." Mick said his eyes on the TV. "Why were you listening?" James raised an eyebrow. "Well it was either listen to you loose your shit, or listen to this idiot snore." He flicked Leo's nose upwards causing the snore to stop for a moment.

Before continuing.

"If any of you are wondering what to get me for Christmas, I beg of you, earmuffs, headphones, anything." Mick begged the lot of you.

You handed him a pair of shop class headphones and everyone looked at you curiously. "Ya'll I'm in three shop-classes, I'm always gonna have these on me." You blushed hiding your head in Duncan's collarbone.

"Marry her." Mick mouthed to his brother as he put the headphones on, sighing in relief.

Duncan blushed hard and shrunk in his seat.

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That night when Henry walked into his room, he didn't hear the usual sound of his youngest brother trying to get his older brothers to include him in the conversation.

(The conversation typically revolved around: How the hell are we gonna save up enough money to get out of this hell hole?)

So usually it didn't work.

But tonight he heard your soft chatter with Duncan, he stared at one of the bottom bunks and saw Duncan without a shirt on, he winced seeing his brothers bruises because Henry had the same if not worse.

You held ice on the bruises whispering your apologies each time Duncan whimpered. The bruises were so purple they were nearly black.

Duncan always seemed to have it bad in the Tarun household. No one really understood why, I mean sure the father hit them all, but not like he did Duncan.

As you grabbed Duncan's hand and positioned it to hold up the ice to one of the more nasty bruises you went into your backpack and pulled out a pack of bandaids.

You started off with the butterfly ones. When you had went over to your house for dinner, thats when their father came home, he decided that target practice was in order, and as usual it ended with the youngest child.

You slowly picked out the glass shards and went over the cuts with the butterfly bandaids. On the larger ones, you used typical bandaids that had actual butterflies on them.

Soon enough it seemed that Duncan had all of his major scrapes taken care of. Henry watched as you helped his brother slip on a shirt over his head and you tucked him into bed.

You seemed to be asking a question but you were far enough that Henry couldn't hear.

Duncan nodded, clearly tired, most likely from blood loss. You carefully climbed on the bed, and you angled your head so it wouldn't touch any of his bruises, and you laid your head on his chest.

He smiled once he saw how happy his brother looked as he wrapped his arms around you.

Henry was sad to say he knew the truth, he knew that he didn't need to call your dad and ask if you could stay the night. Truth be told he was pretty sure your father wouldn't even be there.

Y/N L/N was made for his brother, through and through.

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bonus: quotes from you, duncan, and his brothers!

You: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?

Duncan: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.

You: Three of us saw it, Duncan. How do you explain that?

Duncan: *points at Henry* Sleep deprivation. *points at James* Paranoia. *points at Mick* Delusional personality disorder.

-

You: Where's Duncan, Henry, and James?

Mick: They're playing hide and seek.

You: Where?

Mick: I don't think you get how this game works

You: oh then maybe my mom isn't dead

Mick: what do you mean?

You: well she's been hiding for almost three years now, maybe everyone was trying to play a trick on me

*Duncan falling out of the top kitchen cabinent, Henry unfolding himself out of dishwasher, and James stepping out of the garbage can, all of them are looking at you in horror.*

Seven year old you laughing and pointing: HAH **** YOU ALL I FOUND YOU WITH MY TRAUMATIC ******* BACKSTORY SUCK MY **** YOU ABSOLUTE SONS OF ******

Seven year old Duncan smiling and clapping you hand: Shes my best friend

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tagged: @lostsomewhereinthegarden

[kandy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

How would the turtles react, when they realize that they're gay for the male reader?

Hehehe!!OFC!! Tmnt x Male!Reader all different versions

Leonardo

90’s-Once he was done training with Splinter aka.his dad he saw you sitting on a couch in boredom. He asked you out to go on the rooftop parkour. You say yes as he was smiling he walked out of the sewer as he and you sat on the rooftop as he looked at your jawline and your handsome face his heart fluttered and stomach is feeling strange or anxious. His face was red realised…….he is a homosexual.

2003-You always sat down next to him doing his yoga as opened his eyes you were meditating next to him. He stared at you for an hour until he was interrupted by your voice. Oh boy….he walked out as he ate his dinner he was in his bedroom thinking about you. Oh god. He liked a boy.

2007-Ok…..after he was arguing his brother you reassured him and you would talk to him about his comfort. He explained as you hugged his saying that “Your gonnna be ok Leo….you can….do this….your a brother” you lefted the room. After he lied down on the bed…..he realised he was gay.

2012-You sat next to him as he talked about Space heroes and his interest you giggled of how how cute he is talking about his interest as you say “Tell me more!” His were big and he smiled as his face were red he hears you laughing as he stop in mid sentence…..oh my gosh….he is inlove

Bayverse-He was hanging out with his brother as he met when you crying on the rooftop 3 months ago. He walked behind as you flinched he raised his hands up telling he is no harm so he sat down as you explained that you came out to your parents. He comforted you as you hugged him. After meeting his brother,his father and his friends you were always walked in when he is meditating. You greeted him like always as he ate pizza with you. He stared at you until…he is inlove-

Rottmnt-Leo tells a jokes with a red curtain and a light while holding his microphone created from Donnie his brother always groans as you laughed and giggled at his jokes. His eyes were now stars as he tell more jokes as he stops in mid sentence telling the cischet jokes as he stares at you more with your happy face realising……HES GAY!!He ran off after he had a crush on you.

Raph

90’s-He is listening to you talking about your nerdy favourite heroes as he sighs in boredom. He stared at you as you were rambling his were sparkling and he smiled dreamily as you poked his face he flinched as he sits up from his couch and walked away to his bedroom he sat on his bed that he realised he had a crush on you.

2003-Ok so your covered in bruises and blood as he was playfully punched by you as you walked back home he stares at you

2007-He was driving his motorcycle as you raced next to him as you approached him revealing your face to him he looks and stares at you behind his helmet as you tried to talk to him you gave him your phone number as you leaved him…..lovestrucked by you.

2012-He was talking to his pet tortoise bestie Spike you sat next to him staring at Spike as well he looked at your mesmerising face he looked away face flushed as you looked at him in confusion. Mikey tease him that he has a crush. Your ears were covered in headphones which you cannot understand what they were saying. Raph was shouting as he fists rubbing his head like all sibling’s do.

bayverse -He was punching his bag to hard until you arrived seeing if he was hurt while you holding his hand. He stares at it when you put the cream on his scarring bloody knuckles . His eyes widen as you leave the room he realised that he has a crush right now.

Rottmnt-Well….he was playing sport with his brother and you as you cheered for him for his victory. You ran up to hug him as he hugged you too. “Great job Raph you did great out here bud!!”

“W-what pffftt!!No p-problem Y/N!!!I am strong!!”

“Hahahha!OK whatever you say big boy”

“Hahaha!! See ya!!”

His brother were saying like ‘Why is he acting weird around Y/N’ or ‘Did he hit his head?’

He looked at them in confusion as he hit his head and his cheeks were red……UH OH….HES INLOVE WITH YOU!!

Donnie

90’s-You were both at the library reading a books at midnight as you were to focused he stared at you as you snapped your fingernails to his ears? He looked at you with a red face as he continued to read he covered his faces with a book confusing his sexuality……he realised he had a crush on you.

2003-When he invited you at his home known as the sewers you were both talked about interest he was in a trance .He realised he is gay as he sat up quickly causing you to flinch in surprise.

2007-Donnie tries to grab his snack as you tried to steal snack as well…..as you stared at him you apologise as he gave you a snack. Oh boy….he is inlove immediately.

2012-You patted his back telling him that he is cool and ‘great job on your invention keep up the good work!’ as he would admire the words in his head as he falls asleep he woken up realising he had a crush on you.

Bayverse-(I am sorry but Donnie is a trans female non binary in my headcanon but that was before she finds out they are transgender in my headcanon also the reader is trans male) Donnie explain the technology hacks she does as you sat next to them Donnie stared at you as you kept rambling about your interest they looked away as you looked at her in confusion.

Rottmnt-You were both a science rivals competing eachother like always as you two done with the competition. He tried to leave as you held out in handshake of respect he handshake of respect you back as you walked away like a drama queen. He thinks about you as he realises he had a boy crush. Oh what the shell…..this is gonna be so hard.

Mikey

90’s-You were both roller skating as you showed him your skills he does a coolest tricks. You patted his shoulders as you ran up to your friends his eyes were sparkling and he’s smiled. And he stopped realising he is a homo.

2003-He parkour,skating,messing around with you as you laugh at his jokes his heart pumping and….he feel….hungry….stomach ache….? No…..he’s inlove

2007-He watched a movie with you as he looked at your face and accidentally touched hands when getting a popcorn…..after he finished the movie he looked at your peaceful face. Welp congrats!You made him gay!

2012-You were playing Mario kart with him and his brothers as he loose you cheered in victory as you hugged Mikey. You said you are getting your drinks he realised….he’s inlove with his bestie.

Bayverse-He asked you if you could sing as you begin to sing he sigh dreamily and….realisation hits him. He is gay!

Rottmnt-He is an energetic and the youngest in the group you gives compliments to him as he smiles his heart begins beating faster he gasps as he realised he is inlove.

[tequiilasunriise]

WEDNESDAY SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT BC I JUST FINISHED:

-literally threw UP at every Male Love Interest Interaction, Enid making out with Ajax? Literally was enough to make me settle Wenclair as sunk LIKE IT WAS T H A T BAD AND IVE BEEN A HYPED WENCLAIR WARRIOR SINCE AUGUST

-THAT BEING SAID OH MY GOD WE WERE RIGHT WITH ENID TRANSFORMING AND PROTECTING WEDNESDAY LIKE A TOTAL BADASS

-Backtracking a lot,,, that wink Enid gave Wednesday in episode two made my heart ascend. So many Wenclair crumbs in ep 2

-I’m really glad Tyler was the killer bc it gave him some depth, like I kept hating him fer NOT GETTING THE HINT AND LEAVING WEDNESDAY ALONE but looking back his insistence on being close to her was more akin to manipulating her so he wont be suspected so im glad he got interesting near the end

-IM SO CURIOUS ON BIANCA’S BACKGROUND ARGAHRHH SEASON TWO TELLL MMEEE MOREEE I LOVE HER SO MUCH

-My heart broke when Eugene got attacked, even before Wednesday declared it I could tell she looked out after him bc he reminded her of Pugsley

-But when he expressed interest in Enid? Fucken Wednesday did not HESITATE to tell him his shot was less than one percent LIKE DAMNNN GIRLIE jealous much?

-“he breaks your heart, I’ll nail his” Wednesday ur so in love u dumbass, literally the first day u met this girl u supposedly hated u end up telling her your most vulnerable secret (crying for Nero)?

-Wednesday fell first, Enid fell harder Truthers rise UPPPP

-Enid walking out of the woods covered in blood and wounds from a super traumatic experience, first thing she asks is, “Where’s Wednesday?” Maam, are you aware how much she means to you?

-Talking to the taxidermed squirrel about how much you’ll miss it rather than directly speaking to Wednesday? Gay gay homosexual gay behavior

-Xavier,,,, no. You’re better than this, like cmon dude. Stop trying so fucken hard and take the hint, LIKE U DONT EVEN HAVE A GOOD REASON LIKE TYLER TO KEEP STICKINNG AROUND

-WHAT CHEMISTRY? WHERE?

-I demand more Yoko screentime.

-Still giggling on Enid wrecking Tyler’s Hyde ass in order to protect Wednesday like she fucken JUMPKICKED HIM and proceeded to maul him fer hurting her best friend totally

-Wenclair’s break up was so necessary tho like ARGH YES ENID STAND UP FER URSELF AND TELL WEDNESDAY SHE KEEPS FUCKING OVER UR BOUNDARIES

-I will give Xavier credit fer calling out Wednesday as toxic BUT he literally couldve stopped getting involved like WHY were u at the Gates Mansion that night its so,,,, weird

-Speaking of the Gates Mansion, LOVED Wednesday’s little stare when Enid busted the door open when Tyler couldnt, fucken gay gay homosexual gay

-Wednesday in general was so cute with her gift of the snood Enid made her, instead of outright speaking her mind that she dislikes the gift, she tries to compromise with a, “lets save this for a special occasion, like a funeral”

-Small moments where Wednesday is clearly softer fer Enid SUPREMACYYYY

-Another good example was even back in episode two where they ran with the flag together and Wednesday let Enid touch her and wrap an arm around her shoulders and shit as Enid cheered it was SO cute

-Wednesday’s bigass smile when Fester appeared??? I love Fester in general but ARGH I love their bond

-Also love Wednesday’s evolution with her relationship with Thing and his death scene??? Like Enid slayed with telling Wednesday to treat him better i swear Wenclair are just SO GOOD FER EACH OTHER

-SO MUCH MORE CHEMISTRY THAN THEIR MALE LOVE INTERESTS

-Enid’s parents weren’t exactly what we were expecting but they still sucked (yes by just standing there and letting his daughter constantly be shit on by her mom Enid’s dad still sucked a little) and I was a ‘Enid is an only child’ truther but slay guess she has brothers

-There’s SO MUCH to talk about bc this show had its ups and downs,,, but we all know the crowning moment of the show. The Hug™️. Jenna Ortega is praised fer her ability to convey so much emotion with her eyes, and GODDAMNIT THAT ENTIRE HUG SCENE WAS SO SOFT AND TENDER AND PERFECT IN EVERY ASPECT THAT BODY LANGUAGE FUCKEN KILLED ME ESP WITH WEDNESDAY’S WIDE EYED EXPRESSION FROM SHOCK TO TOTAL REALIZATION THAT SHE COULDVE LOST ENID AND IS CLINGING ON FER DEAR LIFE MY GOD I COULDNT HAVE IMAGINED A BETTER HUG SCENE

-The way Wednesday walks kinda pressed up to Enid as she talks about visiting her in San Fran,,, yeah your honor theyre in love and Hunter was right, we beed to fight fer Wenclair I DONT CARE ABOUT AJAX X ENID BEING CANON I DONT CARE ABOUT XAVIERS ASS WENCLAIR ALL THE WAYYY BABBYYY

[darksprit06]

Chad and Ethan had been dating for over 8 months now, They have done everything you can think is possible but always thought they were missing something, that was till they meant you. Something about you had both boys on their knees for you, your y/hc and y/ec had them captured by you from the start. You were the brother of Sam and Tara Carpenter, making you the middle kid. You were kind and funny but you also could get angry fast if anyone said something about your sisters, you protected them with your life. That was something else that drew the boys to you, they knew you were gay and open to everyone but they didn’t know if you were single. They would always catch Collin Ryder (receiver on the football team) talking to you or even sometimes openly flirting with you, and you would turn that nasty shade of red. They thought you were blushing but you were embarrassed by the things Collin would say but the two boys didn’t know that.

You had just gotten back from work, dropping your bag on the ground by the door and taking your shoes off there as well. You saw Tara in the kitchen making dinner, you walked up to her and placed a kiss on her head before heading to the table and sitting down “Where is everyone?” You asked her “ Sam is out with Danny, Chad and Ethan are in their dooms, Mindy is out with Ankia and I’m getting ready for a date.” You raised an eyebrow at her “ A date? With whom?” You notice a blush start to form on her face which causes you to smirk “ It’s with this girl I met at a party…her name is Sydney” You smiled at her “ Well I'm happy for you, she better treat you right tho or she is going have to deal with me and Sam” Tara let out laugh “ Your skinny ass fighting? You have no upper arm strength anyways” Tara teased you “ Okay listen here short-stack” You joke back to her, she let out a gasp through a hand on her heart “ Oh you wound me Y/N” She smiled at you “ But thanks for the warning, But I better get going. Chad and Ethan were asking for you earlier but I told them you were at work. Might want to go see what they want” You gave her a questioning look “ Okay…I'll talk to you later. You better tell me everything when you get back though” “ I will, if you are hungry there's a dinner plate in the fridge for you” “Okay thank you” Tara nodded at you before grabbing her bag and keys, walking out the door.

You decided to go check what the boys needed, you walked to the door and put on your shoes, walking out the door. You got in your car and drove over to the doom the boys lived at, once you arrived to lock the car and headed towards the doom rooms. Once he found the one he wanted he knocked on the door, he waited at the door for a while before a panting Chad unlocked the door. Your eyes widen seeing him shirtless, only in boxers and sweating. Chad smiled when he saw you “ Y/N hey, I didn’t think you would be here this soon, to be honest” At the sound of hearing your name, Ethan pulled his boxers up and walked towards the door. Your eyes widened, even more, seeing Ethan in the same state as Chad “-” You couldn’t speak, your two crushes were standing in front of you shirtless, covered in sweat only in their boxers.

You could feel a tightness forming in your jeans that started to hurt as the tightness got…well tighter, you looked at the two boys seeing them smirking at you “ Come in Y/N, we don’t want you just standing in the hallway like an idiot” Before you could respond Ethan dragged you in and closed the door behind you, you turned to look at Chad only to seem him rubbing himself through his boxers. You kept staring but you felt a hand lifting your chin, you made eye contact with Chad “ My eyes are up to him darling” You kept eye contact with him while Chad ran his thumb against your bottom lip “ Is this okay?” Chad asked and you just nodded yes, Chad smoked before sticking his thumb through your lips “ Suck” You moved your tongue around Chad’s thumb, and you moved your head down it before bringing your head back up. 

You kept eye contact with Chad the whole time, you watched as his eyes got darker before looking towards Ethan seeing he was rubbing himself through his boxers as well. Ethan noticed “ On the bed, strip down to your boxers. Don’t go any further than that or there will be punishments” Ethan told you in a raspy voice that caused a shiver to go down your back, you walked to the bed, taking your shirt off as you did. You sat on the bed taking your shoes off before putting your hands on your belt but before you could undo it, Chad stopped you “ Let me” he grabbed a hold of your belt, slowly undoing it keeping eye contact with you. Ethan started to take off his boxers as he slowly walked over to you standing behind Chad, He wrapped his arms around Chad's waist watching as Chad undone your belt and pulled it out of the loops. Ethan undid his arms before getting on his knees and pulling your jeans and boxers down, helping you step out of it standing back up throwing the clothes somewhere in the room.

Now get on the bed, on your hands and knees” Chad instructed you “ Yes sir” You got on the bed, sitting on your knees before dropping to your hands as well “ Doesn’t here look pretty like this?” Ethan questioned Chad, grabbing onto your hair to lift your head “ He sure does Eth, how about we mess up that pretty face of his? Do you want that Y/N? Do you want us to fuck you silly?” “ Yes, yes I do” “ Good boy” Ethan cooed at you. “ Eth, get behind him. Grab the lube, have you ever been stretched out before?” You shook your head no “Throat fucked?” You once again shook your head no “ Eth, we have a fresh one, he hasn’t been touched before haven’t you?” “N-no Daddy” Ethan and Chad lit up at the name, Ethan reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle while Chad took his boxers off and started rubbing himself waiting for Ethan to say you were good.

Ethan stretched you as far as he was able to before deciding it was good “ He is good to go Chad” Chad nodded his head moving up to your face, he rubbed his hand along your face “ Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop now and just cuddle and watch movies.” You smiled at the softness in Chad's voice but it was hard to answer when Ethan was rubbing his cock against your ass and Chad rubbing himself “ I'm sure” Chad nodded his head before giving Ethan a look, Ethan nodded back at him before slowly sliding in. 

You tensed up at the feeling but relaxed when you felt Ethan rub his hand along your back “ If you tense up I can’t push in anymore, relax for me and be a good boy” You whimpered at the pet name, you looked up at Chad and saw that his once brown bright eyes were now a dark brown covered with lust. He waits for Ethan to start thrusting into you before moving his cock into your mouth, the boys started to move at the same time. The feeling you were feeling was something you never felt you would feel at any time in your life, it was just too good to be true. The sounds of groaning got your attention, Ethan was groaning behind you, Chad was biting his lip and you were gagging around his length.

“ C-chad I’m almost there. Oh god” “ Same Eth, ah fuck” You were whimpering and gagging at the same time, and your mouth was coved in spit “ C-chad I’m ready” “ Same” Before you could get yourself ready Chad was coming down your throat and Ethan came inside. The boys watched as you swallowed Chad's cum without an issue, Ethan slowly pulled out of you before flopping on his back panting. You collapse into Chad’s arms which causes him to lift you on his waist, the feeling of Chad’s hard length had you wanting more but you were still sore from Ethan. Chad notices “ Not right, not pretty boy, you need to rest. When you wake up we can go again” You nodded your head, laying it on Chad’s shoulder as he walked you to the middle part of the bed. You were in between Ethan and Chad, Your body was facing Ethan, Chad was hugging you behind and Ethan was hugging you from the front.

“ You were such a good boy today, get some sleep” With that you feel a sleep with a smile on your face as you feel the two boys press a kiss onto your head.

[theonlyblackcanary]

Ten Seconds

Letty Ortiz agreed to go undercover to infiltrate Dominic Toretto's crew and see if they were responsible for recent highjackings and robberies, only for Mia Toretto to screw up Letty's mission.

Aka, Letty and Brian switch their roles in canon

Trigger warning: Vince uses a slur against Letty and tries to physically fight her

Trigger warning for the whole story: Slurs are used against Brian who in this au is gay and Letty is bisexual.

Moodboards by @ravenclaw-seeker

Special tag for @atiny-angel

Tag squad: @greek-freak101 @swifteforeverandalways @axelwolf8109 @moxxieswitchblade @retro-rezz-the-est @dreamlesswonder86 @dommymommymorgan @bamfbuddie

"Beef sandwich and no crust?" The beautiful brunette woman didn't even look up from her college books as another woman entered

"I don't know how is it?" She sat down. "You've been coming here for three weeks and order the same thing every time and you're asking me how it is?" Mia Toretto laughed.

Letty laughed as well. "Just wanted to know if it's worth it" "I'll put it in" Mia winked as her brother Dominic Toretto walked in without a second glance at either of them.

Letty quickly hid her gaze when their eyes met, his furrowed in annoyance.

In the distance, four extremely loud cars could be heard getting closer. "I swear the entire city can hear them" Mia muttered, placing the plate in front of Letty.

A blond man slammed his car door shut, taking his sunglasses off, listening to his companions. "I told you man, your engine is all wrong" Jesse complained.

Vince took notice of the red truck and scowled. "Her again?" Leon asked. "She's slinging shit for Harry" Brian punched him in the shoulder. "I know what's she's slinging...that sounded better in my head"

"Hey Mia" Brian leaned against the counter. "Hi Brian" "Dom? You want anything to drink?" Dom raised a beer can at him.

"Asshole" Brian shouted, slightly scaring Letty, though she took notice of how the blond man stared at Toretto

Vince sat down and immediately started trying to get under her skin. She was quite unimpressed.

"Thanks for the sandwich Mia" Letty left a tip.

"Oh she's beautiful" Jesse put sunglasses over the ones he was already wearing. "I like her hair color" Leon agreed. Brian scoffed. "Ew"

"That's it!" Vince ran after her. "Vince!" Mia yelled after him. "Hey dyke-" Letty punched him in the face.

"Dom stop him!" Mia yelled. "I'm not kidding!" Dom leaned against the mesh window. "What did you put in that sandwich?"

"Very funny!"

"Dom!" Brian yelled this time, making a motion for him to stop the pair.

This time Dom listened and ran out, pulling Vince away from Letty and getting in between them. Brian watched from the entrance.

"Name?" He asked Letty. "Letty Martinez" She growled. "Sounds like a serial killer name" "I get that a lot"

Leon dragged Vince away. "Stay away from here okay?" Dom went back to Brian, the blond man letting him hold him.

Letty revved her engine and left. "That sounded like it was crying" Jesse grimaced.

[snowisflesh-blog123]

Hi guys I wrote some bbc merlin fanfiction I hope you like it >.< Yaoi Bl MLM Warning dont like dont read

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Arthur power walked in a manly way through the halls of the castle. He was looking for his useless and super sexy manservant, Merlin, who was late for work this morning. The king sighed to himself, ‘I really need to teach Merlin to not be an idiot’, he thought.

“MERLIN” Arthur roared. Just then he got attacked by a guy with like 20 swords! Luckily Arthur is powerful and flawless so he defended himself flawlessly. Just then Merlin ran around the corner and used his magic to explode the other 20 men who were attacking Arthur.

Arthur gasped. His trusty servant was a sorcerer??? He fell to the ground and started weeping.

“Merlin….” He whispered.

“I’m so sorry sire! I have magic but I’m not evil” Merlin mumbled, sitting in front of him. He was also crying but way harder because hes the uke. “I only ever use it to protect you”

“Right…” Arthur snarled, then he sighed again, “Of course, you’re one of the good ones.”

Merlin smiled, and then Arthur held his hand super sweetly and gayly.

“I’m going to make magic legal” Arthur bellowed.

~~~

“NO!”

Morgana looked into her crystal ball and scoffed. Magic?? Legal??? This can’t happen, she needs magic to be illegal so she can justify being a massive bitch as she has absolutely no other reason.

She breasted boobily around her hovel, looking through her evil magic potions until she found what she was looking for and smirked evilly.

~~~

“Wow Arthur, thank you for making magic legal for me.” Merlin exclaimed. Arthur laughed happily beside him.

“Of course Merlin, I would do anything for you” Arthur blushed. Merlin blushed too.

“Y-y-you would?” Merlin moaned.

“Of course.” Arthur announced, blushing even harder now.

The pair stared at each other, leaning slowly closer. Arthur then grabbed Merlin��s head and the two started kissing. It was so much better than when Arthur had kissed gross women before, Merlin’s lips were hard and chapped and manly. They moaned and their tongues started interlocking and they licked each other.

“I hate gay people!” Morgana bellowed homophobically, blasting the two apart with her telekinesis.

“Merlin!” Arthur sobbed, watching his lover crumple against the wall, “You’ll pay for this you stupid bitch!”

“I’d like to see you try, dear brother,” Morgana snarled. She was probably PMSing or something. “Windgadium leviosa transphbia avadacadavera!”

Arthur cried out in pain as Morgana magiced him. He writhed around in agony.

“How dare you make magic legal!” Morgana hissed, “No one should be allowed to use magic but me! In fact I was enchanting Uther to be super tyrannical when he was alive just because I’m such a hater!” (I’ve actually seen this plot point used before like be fucking for real)

“Expelliamus!” Merlin cried out, killing Morgana instantly. Arthur ran to his side, sobbing.

“Merlin my love are you alright?” He whimpered

“Of course my lovely prat” Merlin groaned.

“I am here too” Said Gwen, who was also there and needs to appear for one line. She smiled fondly as she, unlike Morgana, was a fujoshi.

“Lets get married. I’m sure no one would object despite the fact we live in the middle ages” Arthur whined

“Why do they call it that. The middle of fucking what” Merlin declared.

Then they fucked on the floor to keep it real, as the castle was full of chintz.

[skittishmutt]

"How do you know you're trans? You're so young?" [ full thing below the cut ]

When I was 10 I watched my step-brother play basketball and I wanted to play too, Not girls basketball, I wanted to play with the other boys. I still want to play basketball but I generally stopped enjoying sports, I only ever wanted to play sports to seem more masculine

When I was 11 I wore a hat during school and got so many detentions for it simply because I couldn't cut my hair short and so the only way I could "pass" was with a hat (I didn't even pass then)

When I was 11 I asked my grandmother "Do all gay people go to hell?" and I cried in the bathroom floor because she said yes I didn't want to go to hell

When I was 12 I started developing breasts and I genuinely couldn't stand looking at myself because I didn't want to be a woman

when I was 13 my mother vaguely suggested she might support me but ended up not for another year or two and I planned running away but never did because I was too scared and had no money

When I was 14 I packed my things on multiple occasions and planned a route and yet I only ran away once and when I got back home I broke down sobbing because "I'm tired of pretending to be her, I'm not a girl"

When I was 14 / in 7th grade, a boy looked down my shirt because I told him I was trans and that my parts were not any of his business. He still comments on my breasts often and I'm a freshman now

I'm 15 and I have fought tooth and nail, claw and teeth, Screamed and cried to be who I am today, I have spent hours trying to figure out who I am, what I want, I have tried so hard to appear like I pass, I have fought my way to be me. I shouldn't have had to do that.

Every time someone refers to me as a girl or a young woman, a lady, she / her, I feel sick and gross inside my skin, It feels wrong and disturbing like I've been insulted, I've felt like this for five years by now

Walking into the girls bathroom gives me a gross feeling, I'm not supposed to be in there with all these girls with long pretty hair and all their makeup and painted nails, and I know anyone can paint their nails and have long pretty hair but no, Not me, I'm seen as a girl if I do, I can't do any of that especially in a place like where I live, a red state.

I hate being sensitive and unable to make crude jokes like the other boys, How do they do it and feel no regret? I've had so many girls apologize for bullying me but not a single man has ever apologized for being mean to me. I apologize immediately after even if they deserved it.

I hate not being able to wear loose clothing or too tight clothing because someone will look down my shirt or stare at my breasts, I hate having to wear hoodies to hide the fact I am infact more feminine than all the other boys

Sometimes when it gets really bad I consider detransitioning so it's easier for everyone because "When they dig up my bones I'll still be a girl" and "It's just so hard to remember" and my dad sees me as a girl and I know that when I die I'll be seen as his daughter, not one of his sons. He doesn't see me as a son. He has Two sons and a daughter, and I will die his daughter no matter how hard I wish to be his son

I didn't choose to be trans for fun or just wake up one day and 'decide to be trans' it took courage and gut to come out because I didn't want to go to hell or be seen as a monster to my family.

[deancodedinthewater]

Route 666 Part 1

The Road so Far

“Saving people. Hunting things. It’s our family business.”

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Dean rubbed at his face. “Look,” he said. “I told you I was out of action for surgery.” Sam nodded. “I had top surgery.”

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“This is John Winchester,” said their Dad’s recorded voice. “I can’t be reached. If this is an emergency, call my- call my son, Dean. 785-555-0179. He can help.”

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"Dad's on a hunting trip," Dean said. "And he hasn't been home in a few days."

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“You’re Daniel Gunderson,” he said, leaning his back against the bar and smiling a flirty smile. “You’re a cop, right?”

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For a moment, Sam was rendered silent and Dean could almost feel the glare being sent his way. Then Sam had the wonderful job of explaining. “I’m not gay. Dean- Dean is bisexual but it’s not like that!” His panicked words weren’t making as much sense as he thought they were and Dean laughed again as he heard him yell “We’re brothers!”

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“Andrea Barr,” she responded, shaking his hand. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Dean repeated. The flirty smile on his face was instinctual.

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“Do not rush a man on his period, Sammy.” Dean rolled his shoulders back as he rubbed a hand over his abdomen. “I ran out of T and haven’t had a chance to get more,” he explained when he saw Sam’s raised eyebrows.

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“Scotty, you’ve got a smile that lights up a room, anybody tell you that?” Scotty frowned at him. Dean chuckled awkwardly. So, flirting his way into the information he needed wasn’t going to work.

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Sam stared at her. He couldn’t believe how similar her story was to his own. Well, minus the boys and plus some monsters. Although given their dad’s reaction to Dean’s bisexuality, Sam could guess if he was into boys it would be a somewhat worse situation.

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Sat in their motel room on his own, Dean pulled out their Dad’s journal and a pen. Starting at the very beginning he scribbled out the last -na of his name and corrected all the gendered language. Shes became hes. Girls became boys. He meticulously changed everything in it until he could look at it without his deadname being all over it. The door opened. He slammed the journal shut and almost threw it across the room.

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Dean turned, unashamedly checking her out as he did. “Maybe he does,” he said, attempting a flirtatious smile and hoping it didn’t just make him look more dead. “I think you just turned me around on the subject.”

-

“We’re your fraternity brothers. From Ohio.” They still looked confused so Dean kept talking. “We’re new in town. Transfers. Looking for a place to stay.” Dean gave them a grin, halfway to flirting.

-

The shotgun dropped into the trunk and Sam slammed it closed. “We got work to do,” he said. Dean would have answered him but the words dried in his throat.

NOW

“The weather is unseasonably cold with lows of-” The radio crackled with static for a moment before dying. Martin frowned at it. He turned the dial to try and get the station back but nothing happened. He tried turning it off and on again but that didn’t work either. The growling of a large engine made him look up and into his rearview mirror.

A large black truck was swiftly approaching. “What the-” Martin said as he hit the gas to try and keep some space between them. The truck didn’t back down. Martin jerked forwards in his seat as the truck slammed into his rear bumper. It rear ended him again and then-

The radio burst back to life, still on the news. The anchor was saying something about politics but he wasn’t really paying attention. The truck was nowhere to be seen but Martin didn’t relax. He kept driving but more cautiously. One eye on his rear view mirror.

Blindingly bright headlights shone through his windscreen and Martin’s foot slammed on the break. His car skidded to a halt. He squinted into the beams and could just about make out the shape of that same truck. Martin got his car in reverse as fast as he could and backed up, doing the fastest three point turn of his life. The truck seemed to wait. Its engine revved.

Now facing the way he had come, Martin pushed his foot into the floor, despite the icy conditions, and tried to get away. The truck’s engine revved again. He was gaining ground. His tyre’s still had purchase on the slippery surface. The truck shot forwards. It hit Martin’s trunk with force. Martin fought for control as his wheels slipped on the ice. The truck smacked his back end again and he lost control, skidding from the road and into a cemetery. The car hit a tombstone and flipped. Martin screamed inside as the car bounced and rolled. His screams died suddenly as the car skidded to a stop against a tree.

The truck’s bright headlights illuminated the scene. It revved its engine one last time and then faded into nothingness.

-

Sam had their map laid out on the hood of the Impala. He studied it intently. Construction work always got in their way, with how often they were driving across America. Dean had rounded the car when his phone rang and was still on it now. Sam frowned at him but didn’t question it. His brother got phone calls from people sometimes. Usually from old cases or the night before. Sam wondered what this one was.

“Okay,” he said as Dean came back to the hood, phone still to his ear. “I think I found a way we can bypass that construction just east of here. We might even make Pennsylvania faster than we thought.”

Dean lowered his phone with a face. Sam knew that face. That was his ‘change of plans’ face. Though with the ways Dean changed plans that didn’t answer whether it was the guy he’d found at the bar last night or something else. “Yeah,” he said. “Problem is; we’re not going to Pennsylvania.”

Hunch confirmed, Sam sighed. “Where are we going then?”

“I just got a call from an- an old friend,” Dean explained. “Her father was killed last night. Think it might be our kind of thing.”

“What?”

“Believe me,” Dean said and he got this angry look about him that made Sam question if this person was actually a friend or some kind of enemy. “She never woulda called, never, if she didn’t need us.” Dean rounded the car and opened the driver’s door. “Come on, are you coming or not?”

Sam got in the car. He gave Dean his space for a little while, after he explained what exactly they were driving to, but his curiosity got the better of him and he had to ask. “By old friend you mean-?”

“A friend that isn’t new.”

“Oh, yeah, thanks,” Sam said, rolling his eyes. Dean always got this way when he didn’t want to share things but what kind of little brother would Sam be if he didn’t push to know anyway?” “So her name’s Cassie huh? You never mentioned her.”

“Didn’t I?” Sam just stared at him expectantly and eventually he caved. “Fine. Yeah, we went out.”

Sam’s stare turned from expectant to surprised. “You mean you dated somebody?” he asked in utter disbelief. “For more than one night?”

“Am I speaking a language you’re not getting here?” Dean asked and Sam snapped his hanging jaw shut. “Dad and I were working a job in Ohio, she was finishing up college. We went out for a couple weeks.”

“And...?” Dean just shrugged in response. “Look, it’s terrible about her dad but it kinda sounds like a standard car accident. I’m not seeing how it fits with what we do. Which, by the way, how does she know what we do?” Dean shifted in his seat and refused to meet Sam’s searching gaze and that told Sam all he needed to know. “You told her! You told her. The secret.” Sam wasn’t sure how to feel about this and he found himself ranting. “Our big family rule number one. We do what we do and we shut up about it. For a year and a half I do nothing but lie to Jessica, and you go out with this chick in Ohio a coupla times and you tell her everything?” Okay, so maybe he was pissed about it.

Dean was still refusing to look at him.

“Dean!”

“Yeah,” he finally said. “Looks like.” Dean kept his eyes on the road and put his foot down. Sam just glared at him, shaking his head.

-

Cassie was pissed and Jimmy was not helping. “It’s a newspaper we put out,” Jimmy told her. “Not a bulletin for the Mayor’s office.”

“Get off your soap box, Jimmy,” the mayor replied. Cassie tried to hold her tongue as a white man told her what to do but she couldn’t do it. “I’m urging a little discretion is all.”

“No,” Cassie said, resisting the urge to stamp her foot. “I think you’re telling us what you want us to print and what you want us to sit on.”

“I know you’re upset, Cassie,” the mayor said, turning to her and holding his hands up as if to calm a startled horse. “I liked your dad a lot. But I think your grief is clouding your judgement.”

“Two black people were killed on the same stretch of road,” Jimmy cut in. “In the same way in two weeks.”

“Jimmy, you’re too close to this,” the mayor told him. “Those guys were friends of yours. Again, Cassie, I’m very sorry for your loss.” With that said, he left and Cassie watched him go. Jimmy sighed and moved on but Cassie wasn’t paying attention any more because standing in the doorway with a stupid grin on his nodding face was-

“Dean.”

“Hey Cassie,” he said and her heart soared just from hearing that name out of his mouth. She smiled at him and for a moment all they did was stare at each other.

Dean cleared his throat and broke the moment. “This is my brother,” Dean said, waving at the tall man standing next to him. “Sam.” Cassie smiled at him in greeting and got a smile in return. “Sorry about your dad.”

“Yeah,” Cassie said, still not sure how she was supposed to answer that. “Me too.” Cassie couldn’t help it, her eyes caught and held Dean’s gaze. He was just the same as she remembered but also somehow better. He looked more comfortable in his skin. He was no longer hunching his shoulders. She hoped that his thoughts were going somewhere similar. She hoped she looked more at home in her own body than she did when they met.

-

Dean followed Cassie back to her parents house. The house is decently sized. Her parents were probably wealthy, though Dean could hardly tell you what the housing market was like. She ushered them inside without preamble and the interior absolutely showed how wealthy they are. Dean is suddenly very self conscious of his ripped jeans and third hand jacket.

“Make yourselves comfortable,” Cassie said as she shrugged off her jacket and disappeared into the kitchen, waving her hand towards some sofas. Dean shared a look with Sam and could tell he was thinking along the same lines he was. They settled themselves down on one of the sofas that probably cost about as much as Dean hustled in a week.

When Cassie came back in she was carrying a tea tray (pot, cups and all the accompanying tea things that Dean had no idea what they all were). She set the tray down on the coffee table. “My mother’s in pretty bad shape,” she said as she set the cups out. “I’ve been staying with her. I wish she wouldn’t go off by herself. She’s been so nervous and frightened. She was worried. About dad.”

“Why?” Dean asked, fiddling with a loose strand in his jeans.

“He was scared,” Cassie said as she started to pour tea into the cups. “He was seeing things.”

“Like what?” Dean’s fingers dropped and he leant forwards, interest piqued.

Cassie paused and glanced up from her teapot. “He swore he saw an awful looking black truck following him.”

“A truck,” Sam said and Dean could hear the scepticism in his voice. Sam really didn’t believe there was a case here. But that was nothing new these days. “Who was the driver?”

Before she spoke, Cassie set the teapot down. She passed Dean a cup of tea and then Sam. “Thanks,” Sam said when Cassie handed him his.

“He didn’t talk about a driver,” she explained as she settled into an armchair with her own cup. Dean sipped his own and grimaced. He reached for a bowl of sugar cubes on the tray and dropped a couple into his cup. When he took another sip he decided that tea, even with sugar, wasn’t for him. He set it on the side table. 

“Just the truck. He said it would appear and disappear.” Cassie paused. She held her cup to her mouth between two hands but didn’t drink. “And, in the accident, Dad’s car was dented. Like it had been slammed into by something big.”

“You’re sure this dent wasn’t there before?” Sam asked.

Cassie nodded. “He sold cars,” she replied. “Always drove a new one. There wasn’t a scratch on that thing.” She sipped on her tea. “It had rained hard that night. There was mud everywhere, where it wasn’t already frozen over. There was a distinct set of muddy tracks leading from dad’s car... leading to the edge, where he went over.” Cassie bowed her head, cradling her teacup close. “One set of tracks. His.”

Dean knew Sam would need more convincing than that. Disappearing truck and a lack of tracks at the crash sight weren’t enough for him. “The first was a friend of your fathers?” Dean asked.

“Best friend,” Cassie confirmed, looking up again. “Clayton Soames, they owned the car dealership together. Same thing: dent and no tracks. And the cops said exactly what they said about dad. He ‘lost control of his car’.”

“Can you think of any reason why your father and his partner might be targets?” Dean asked.

“No.”

“And you think this vanishing truck ran them off the road?” Sam asked.

“When you say it aloud like that...” Cassie trailed off. She set her cup down on a side table and then folded her legs up under her. “Listen, I’m a little sceptical about this... ghost stuff... or whatever you guys are into.”

“Sceptical?” Dean asked with a huff. He crossed his arms and glared at Cassie. “If I remember, I think you said I was nuts.”

“That was then,” she said and she sounded genuinely apologetic. Or, at least, Dean thought she did. He could read a person pretty well for a case but when it came to personal stuff? He was almost useless. He stared at her as he tried to work it out, not entirely realising they had locked eyes once again.

Cassie broke it. She dropped her head again. “I just know that I can’t explain what happened up there,” she told her lap. “So I called you.”

The front door opened and a woman, who Dean had to assume was Cassie’s mom entered. They all stood. Cassie moved towards her and took her arm.

“Mom,” she said, confirming Dean’s assumption. “Where have you been, I was so-”

Her mom cut her off. “I had no idea you’d invited friends over,” she said.

“Mom, this is Dean, a.... Friend of mine from.... College,” she introduced in a totally not awkward way. “And his brother, Sam.”

“Well, I won’t interrupt you,” Cassie’s mom said as she turned to leave the room.

“Mrs Robinson,” Dean said before she got to the door. “We’re sorry for your loss. We’d like to talk to you for a moment, if you don’t mind?”

She seemed offended by the question, which was both understanding and a little annoying. Questions were the best way to find out about cases. “I’m not really up for that right now,” she said as she left the room. Dean exchanged looks with Cassie and Sam.

-

Out on that same stretch of road, Jimmy lay slumped across his steering wheel. His car knocked off the road in a field. On the road an engine revved as that same black truck backed up and disappeared.

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