#there are so many incredible charities who need your money

[laneywrld]

warm, buttery, and soft | Lewis Hamilton

request: I have a LH44 request! So, I’m a BCBA, I work with children who have autism and my dream is have my own clinic one day. I have a request where maybe Lewis is with a BCBA, who has her own practice, maybe with a back story of how they met at a charity event for her grand opening? Maybe he decided to venture out his charitable contributions and became interested in what she does? Romance, all the feels :)

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warnings: none

Lewis had more money than he knew what to do with.

He'd still accept it graciously, but he couldn't help but feel that he could be doing more with the funds he'd earned. He always felt as if he could offer his many resources to many different causes.

He had started mission 44, and still, he felt like he wasn't doing enough.

Lewis had always been driven by a deep desire to make a meaningful impact in the world. After years of dedication to his passion projects, he felt it was time to expand the reach of Mission 44, his organization dedicated to empowering underserved communities. He wanted to invest in something truly transformative, and it was a conversation with an old friend that set him on the right path.

One evening, over a cup of coffee, his friend Michael shared a heartfelt story about his autistic son, Josiah. "There's this incredible clinic," Michael said, his eyes lighting up. "It's run by Y/N, a BCBA. Her work with autistic children has been nothing short of miraculous for us. Jojo has made so much progress thanks to her."

Intrigued, Lewis asked for more details. Michael explained how Y/N's clinic provided personalized therapy and support, creating a nurturing environment where children like Josiah could thrive. It was a place of hope and transformation, and it resonated deeply with Lewis's vision for Mission 44.

Determined to learn more, Lewis arranged a visit to the clinic. When he arrived, he was immediately struck by the warm and welcoming atmosphere. The walls were adorned with colorful artwork created by the children, and the air was filled with laughter and a sense of purpose.

Sadly, you weren't there when he arrived. Lewis really wanted to connect with you. But you were certain to make sure he was taken care of in your absence.

As Lewis toured the facility, he saw firsthand the incredible progress the children were making. Therapists and staff members were deeply engaged, using innovative techniques to support the children's development. It was clear that this was more than just a clinic—it was a community of care and compassion.

Inspired by what he had seen, Lewis knew he had found the perfect partner for Mission 44. He decided to invest in your clinic, providing the resources needed to expand your reach and impact. Together, you two envisioned opening new branches in underserved areas, ensuring that more children and families could benefit from the transformative care you and your team provided.

With this partnership, Mission 44 took a significant step forward, amplifying its mission to empower and uplift. Lewis was filled with a sense of purpose and fulfillment, knowing that your combined efforts would create a brighter future for countless children and families.

And so, with a shared vision and unwavering dedication, Lewis and you embarked on a journey to bring hope, healing, and empowerment to the world, one child at a time.

And this was all without ever meeting each other.

You were a busy woman, and when you did have free time, it was spent with your kids. Your kids being the children you work with of course. So tonight was meant to be special. An ordeal that certainly meant a lot to you.

You would be meeting Sir Lewis Hamilton for the very first time in person. The two of you had communicated over the phone and through emails, but you had not had the chance to sit with him face-to-face, until tonight.

It'd been a year since this endeavor started, and already, the funding Lewis provided had shown its hand and made your mission all the more achievable.

Tonight, you were having a gala.

You were against the idea initially, telling your assistant to reconvene with Lewis' team. You wanted funds to help autistic children, you wanted an event that reflected that.

But Lewis came up with a good point, you wanted to ask a bunch of rich people to invest in you and your goals, to do that, you had to speak to them in a language that they understood, money.

So here you were, a beautiful gown adorning your frame, that was much too elegant and flashy than what you were used to.

You were standing off to the side, watching as the team organized the smaller details. Your hands are placed in front of you, fingers fidgeting with the others as you will your nerves away.

This was not your scene. You weren't used to the flashy life nor did you care for it, so the fact that you would be surrounded by millionaires and a select few billionaires and people with status simply because of your business ties with such a prominent figure in the world of money and fame, well it made you nervous.

Lewis arrived at the clinic a few minutes early, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity. He had seen pictures of you online and read about your remarkable work, but nothing could have prepared him for the moment he saw you in person.

From across the hallway, he saw you before you noticed him. The pictures did you no justice. You were more beautiful than any photograph could capture. Your presence was radiant, your smile warm and genuine. Lewis couldn't help but be captivated by your grace and the effortless way you carried herself. He was about to approach you when the door to your left swung open.

In poured a group of children, dressed in colorful gowns and suits, their faces beaming with excitement. Lewis watched as your eyes widened with delight and your lips spread into a grin wider than the universe. The children, your clients, rushed to surround you, their joy palpable. Some stayed a little further back, shy but eager to be close to you.

Lewis stood back, observing the scene. He saw the way you interacted with each child, your demeanor filled with kindness and understanding. You bent down to their level, speaking softly to those who needed it, and laughed with those who were more exuberant. You were careful and considerate, aware of each child's unique needs and sensitivities due to their autism.

One little girl tugged at your sleeve, and you responded with a gentle touch and a few whispered words that brought a smile to the girl's face. A boy who had been standing off to the side finally mustered the courage to step forward, and you greeted him with the same warmth and attention, making him feel just as special as the rest.

Lewis was moved by the sight. It wasn't just your beauty that struck him now, but the depth of your compassion and the genuine love you had for these children. He realized that your work was more than a profession; it was a calling, a true testament to your character.

As the children slowly dispersed, you stood up and finally noticed Lewis. Your eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. You approached him with that same radiant smile, extending your hand in greeting.

"Hi, you must be Lewis," you said, your voice as warm as your smile.

Lewis took your hand, feeling a spark of connection. "Yes, that's me. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Y/N. Your work here is incredible."

Your eyes twinkled with gratitude. "Thank you, Lewis. I'm glad you're here. This wouldn't have been possible without your support. Can I show you what we have so far?"

Lewis accepts, walking with you as you point out the many attractions for your guest. As you walk, you speak more to Lewis about your work, your passion for your work evident in your every word. You explained how you had started the clinic with the goal of providing comprehensive, individualized care for autistic children. "Each child is unique," you said, "and we tailor our approach to meet their specific needs. It's about helping them reach their full potential. Most of all, showing them unconditional love and acceptance."

"I think you're doing an amazing job." Lewis compliments, "Can I ask, why autistic children? What made this your dream?"

You let out a chuckle, "You ever read those books about the pig, Mercy Watson? She goes crazy over buttered toast?"

Lewis laughs and shakes his head, "Can't say I have."

"Well, in these books, there's a talking pig who does a lot of crazy stuff really for buttery toast. I used to read these books to my brother. He was obsessed with them. I used to just read them to him over and over every night, thinking, you know, of course, a story about a pig causing absolute destruction for food would entertain a boy." As you talk, you're waving your hands around, describing the elaborate storyline of the children's book.

"Anyways, my brother was autistic, high functioning, but you know there were still things that made him different than others, ways that he couldn't fit in no matter what, and I grew to realize okay, this book has to be his hyper fixation, like he doodled Mercy Watson everywhere. Or like cute little toast, and for a while, all he ate was toast for weeks." You chuckle, and Lewis laughs with you.

"Then one day, I'm a freshman in high school, and my brother has started his first day of middle school, and he just, it was bad for him, so bad. And I wanted to help, so I tried to read the books for him and he just got angry and said it wasn't true, and I was left trying to figure out what he meant. It bothered me for so long, I spent weeks rereading those books, you hear me, weeks."

You look distressed as you recant the memory and Lewis can only imagine how frantic you were when it actually happened.

"And then it just clicked for me. The buttery toast isn't fucking toast. The damn toast is a feeling. Warm, soft, and buttery. Mercy Watson is a pig. She feels buttery with her family and warm, cozy, and accepted. It's a feeling she's chasing. And maybe I'm wrong, but to him, the book highlighted his need to be accepted, to feel community. My brother deserved to be loved for who he was, unconditionally."

"Is that why you have so many piglet paintings in your clinic?"

You let out a laugh that starts from a snort. "Yeah. My little piggies."

"You've got a beautiful heart, you know that?"

"Thank you." You drop your head as if to hide your shyness from the man.

As they walked through the clinic, Lewis couldn't shake the feeling that this was the beginning of something extraordinary.

"You should let me take you out to dinner, discuss more on how to get the toast to all of the little piglets in the world, and maybe discuss another dinner, too?"

"I'd love that."

Three years had passed since that charity gala for your clinic, the night you first met Lewis. You remember how he approached you with a warm smile, expressing his admiration for your work. He had insisted on taking you out for dinner, and that evening turned into many more, each one deepening the connection between you.

Now, you stand in the nursery, a gentle smile on your lips as you admire the freshly painted walls. Small, cute little piglets dance across the pale yellow background, a whimsical design that Lewis insisted on because he remembered how you loved piggies, a love sparked by your brother's fondness for the book that changed your outlook on life.

The room is filled with the promise of new life, a testament to the love that has blossomed between you.

You gently place a hand on your growing belly, feeling the fluttering movements of your baby. The thought of becoming parents fills you with a mixture of excitement and wonder. Lewis walks into the room, his eyes lighting up as they meet yours. He crosses the room in a few strides and places a tender kiss on your forehead, his hand joining yours on your belly.

"You’re going to be the best mom," he says, his voice filled with admiration. "I can’t wait to meet our little one."

Lewis has always seen you as the sweetest soul in the world. Your compassion, kindness, and unwavering dedication to your work and family have captured his heart completely. He often tells you that being with you feels like coming home—warm, soft, and buttery, just like toast. It's the only feeling you've ever had when it comes to Lewis: a deep, comforting love that fills every corner of your life.

Your relationship with Lewis is a harmonious blend of mutual admiration and profound affection. He has not only embraced you but also formed a close bond with your brother. Lewis took the time to understand your brother’s world, it was a connection that brought you immense joy and deepened your love for Lewis.

As you and Lewis stand in the nursery, imagining the future with your child, you feel a profound sense of contentment. Engaged and set to be married in a year, your journey together has been nothing short of extraordinary.

"I love you," you whisper to Lewis, feeling the baby move beneath your hands.

"I love you too," he replies, his eyes shining with emotion. "And I love our little family, more than words can say."

At that moment, surrounded by the playful piglets on the walls and the warmth of Lewis's embrace, you feel a sense of completeness. Your love story is like toast—warm, soft, and buttery—filling your life with sweetness and comfort. It's a love that grows even stronger with each passing day and a warmth that spreads just the same.

oh my god, i loved this request, and a huge thank you for you and the work you do, this hit very close to home, and I loved writing every word of it!! also, I'm not really good at writing anything that's not angsty I don't think. so I apologize in advance for the cringe omg. I tried to make it romantic I really did. 😭

[seokgyuu]

Hello beloved 💕 please give me best friend Dino who helps you get the attention of your crush (any member surprise me) and it results in a messy, hot threesome 😭😭 as rough and as mean as you can muster.

a/n: well, well nana... you kind of did this to yourself! but i'll gladly write this for you <3 love you, hope you like it my beloved! thank you @playmetheclassics for the banner ily <3

PAIRING: BestFriend!Richboy!Chan x Richgirl!Reader x TennisInstructor!Mingyu

GENRE: Smut (MDNI!)

WARNINGS: chan has dirty thoughts, fingering, finger sucking, bit of exhibitionism, once again chan and reader in an elevator, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, mean dom!chan, kinda mean dom!mingyu, degradation (usage of the words: slut, whore), pet names (baby, princess, good girl, baby girl), orgasm denial, tit job, cum eating, creampie

WORDCOUNT: 5.6k (woops)

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Chan knows you incredibly well. He knows when you’re happy and when you’re sad. Knows when you like to be left alone or when you crave attention. That’s what being a best friend is all about, he thinks. He also thinks that you’re extremely oblivious to the huge amount of attraction he feels towards you. Because besides all those things he knows, there are more things he knows. It’s comical, really, how little you understand what effect you have on him, or anyone really. You don’t know that Chan dies a little every time you take off your clothes in front of him when you change into something comfier. You don’t know how many nights Chan had fought himself not to press himself against your backside when he slept over at your place - in your bed. Maybe it’s his own fault for not telling you, but Chan is content with where he is standing in your life and isn’t exactly keen on confessing he’d like to fuck you. 

“You really think this looks fine?” Chan is sitting on one of the armchairs in the boutique you’re currently in trying on dozens of dresses for one of your Dad’s charity galas. The dress you have on now is off shoulder, long and gold and it fits you so perfectly Chan once again feels the need to drag you anywhere to just… he shifts in his seat.

“You look beautiful in every dress you’ve tried on before, Y/N. Just… pick one.”

“But I don’t know which one!” You turn around to face your best friend, pout on your lips and Chan sighs, closing the incredibly bland fashion magazine he had open on his lap.

“How about the most expensive one? I bet Daddy would be thrilled to see his little girl spend all his money on a dress again.”

Scoffing, you roll your eyes at Chan and look back at the mirror. Maybe this is the one. It’s a bit extravagant, but after all you are the daughter of the host. Chewing on your bottom lip, head tilted to the side, you think about why you’re even trying so hard in the first place. You think of thick arms, of polo shirts that strain against said thick arms, you think of tennis shorts barely able to cover the thighs you would love to sit on or between. 

“Earth to Y/N,” Chan frowns, “will you take this or not? Our lunch reservation is in fifteen minutes!” 

Bringing your head back to its normal position, you sigh dramatically again, throwing your hands up in the air.

“Fine! I’ll get this one.” Hurrying back into the changing room, you don’t notice Chan’s eyes following you, don’t notice the little crack between the curtain, that is supposed to hide your body from stranger’s eyes, and the frame. You don’t notice the hunger in his eyes when he sees the dress slide down your body, nothing but your pink thong adjourning your silhouette. 

Fuck. Chan licks his lips, not able to take his eyes off you. He doesn’t see much, just a bit of your right side and yet it is enough to get his blood stream down south. Ridiculous, he thinks, he is getting absolutely ridiculous. Finally averting his gaze, he gets up, wiping his sweaty hands off on his jeans and looks up when you come out, the dress hanging inside the changing room still as you wave over an employee that gladly takes it to the front with you. 

“I’ll wait in the car.” Chan says now and you nod, giving him a smile as you follow the lady to the cashier, your Dad’s credit card already in your hand and ready to solve its main purpose: make you happy. 

Lunch is uneventful, except for the fact you finally come clean about your crush on your Dad’s tennis instructor. Chan stares at you, his cute forehead in cute little frowns. Most about Chan is cute. Or at least it used to be. Ever since he started hitting the gym things have been different, but you had decided a long time ago that no dirty thoughts about your best friend were supposed to enter your head, ever. 

“Wait, his tennis instructor? Jesus, Y/N, you know your dad would never ever let you date him.”

“That’s the fun in it!” You beam at him, bringing your glass to your lips and taking a sip.

“You’re unbelievable. And… and wait, he is coming to the charity event? How on earth did you get your father to invite him?”

“Oh, that was easy. I just told him it would be a fun idea to mix the crowds. You know, get all the instructors and managers from the club to the party, have them take place, feel as if they are actually a part of high society for once instead of just working for us. He was pleased by my innovative.”

Chan blinks at you, watches how you giggle and put your glass back down, how your tongue licks over your lips to catch some left-over ginger ale. He decided he really needs to get someone to fuck in the next few days or else he is going to explode.

“I can only repeat myself: You’re unbelievable.” 

“Thank you. Anyways, I’ll need you to help me out at the gala.”

Chan’s ears perk up at that and so do his eyebrows.

“My help? With what?”

And here comes the reason why you really told him about your crush. 

“I need you to talk to him, About me. You know, just… play wingman. Tell him what a great girl I am, how much I do for charity, that I always keep up with the news, that I read a lot-,”

“So, you want me to lie to a man I’ve never met? Gotcha.”

You shoot him an angered look.

“No, I want you to… exaggerate the truth a little, that’s all.” You pick up a cherry tomato with your fork, while Chan shakes his head, laughing.

“I haven’t seen you pick up a book in years, not to mention the news? Please, do you even know there is a war going on?”

“Shut it.” You throw your napkin at him.

“I am serious, Chan. I want him. And you’re my best friend, so you’re gonna help me get him, isn’t that right?”

Something inside Chan shifts. He feels something like jealousy roam through him and another frown appears on his face. Jealousy? Since when did he feel jealous about you and any guy? He had watched you go home with tons of dudes before, had even seen you give head to one (it was involuntarily and not on purpose and to this day he hadn’t told you (it had also been the main point of many of his fantasies since then)), so why on earth was he feeling this way right now?

“Right. And what’s in it for me?”

“My love and affection?” You grin and Chan rolls his eyes, a small smirk still playing on his lips.

“Fine, I’ll help you,” he stops for a second, contemplating something in his head, his smirk turns bigger and his head tilts to the side, “I’ll help you under one condition.”

“And what’s that?” You lean back, attentive look on your face. Chan copies your movement. Then, his smirk turns smug.

“I’ll let you know at the night of the party. Alright?”

And because you would have never thought of what his condition turned out to be, you happily agreed.

The night of the gala comes sooner than anticipated. You find yourself in your golden gown at the front of the room on stage with your parents, you and your mother standing by your father’s side as he welcomes everyone to the event and thanks them for coming. You barely listen to him, eyes roaming the room for one special person - only to be greeted with something, or more, someone else.

Chan is standing at the back of the room, a glass of champagne in his hands. He looks absolutely incredible. Black tux fitting like a glove, a slim tie around his neck. There is a vest underneath his jacket, the white dress shirt seemingly glowing in the light of the room. His hair is blonde. It wasn’t blonde two days ago. Your mouth is dry and a traitorous throbbing is right there between your legs. To make matters worse, he is turning around to someone you hadn’t noticed before even though you had been looking for him. 

Mingyu nods at something Chan says, his gelled back dark hair showing off his sculptured face. He was also wearing a black tux, definitely not as expensive as the one Chan was wearing, but definitely not less expensive looking. Your head is droning. How did Chan find Mingyu already? And how do they look so good together? 

Meanwhile, Chan is talking to Mingyu. He had recognised him from a picture on the club’s website. Posing with your Dad, shaking his hand as he smiles into the camera. Chan knew right then that this guy was right up your alley. 

“You’re friends with Mr.Y/L/N’s daughter?” Mingyu asks as he looks over at the stage where he spots you. His eyes are taking in your body in that dress, drinking in every single bit of you he can for as long as he can without it being obvious. Chan nods, a small grin on his face.

“Yes. We’ve been friends for years.” He confirms and Mingyu, even though he doesn’t want to take his eyes off you, looks back at him.

“I see. So you go to these things often?” The hand that is holding his glass is moving in a circle, as if to underline what he was talking about. Chan nodded, bringing his glass to his lips.

“Unfortunately, yeah. My parents are here somewhere too, they have been doing business with Y/N’s family for as long as I can remember.”

Mingyu nods again, following Chan’s movement and sipping from his glass as well. Then, his eyes fall back on you. You, who is standing next to your mother, your one hand holding your clutch beside your body and the other holding the glass of champagne that he is also currently drinking. He wonders if it would taste better from your lips.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Chan suddenly asks and Mingyu feels caught. Clearing his throat, he slowly looks at the man next to him.

“Well, yes.”

“I’m glad you think so. She actually has her eyes on you, you know.”

Mingyu thinks he heard wrong. His eyebrows shoot up.

“She has what now?”

“Her eyes on you. She’s the reason you’re here tonight. Made her Dad invite all the instructors and managers from the club, just so she could get a chance to see you here.”

Heat shoots through Mingyu, heat that is somewhat a mixture of flattery and embarrassment. He decided to focus on the former and lets a small grin spread on his lips.

“Is that right?” 

“Yup.” Chan drinks again before falling into friendly applause like the rest of the room when your father ends his speech. He doesn’t think he even caught a single word of it aside from “Welcome everyone”. 

“She wants to fuck you.” 

Mingyu goes still at that, his hands freezing mid clap. Again, he lets his eyes settle on you and how you kiss your father on the cheek, how you then continue to walk down the steps of the stage. He can see the slit in your dress, the way your leg looks, the high heel accentuating it even more and making Mingyu lick his lips. 

He couldn’t lie - whenever you came to the club to either visit your dad, take your own lessons (which he was still about not being able to take over) or to simply sit by the pool up top; Mingyu would always sneak looks at you. You definitely were on his mind more than you probably should’ve considering your Dad tipped him more than any other person he trained. But he couldn’t help himself, not with the way you looked in your tennis skirt, in your polo shirts, in your bikini. He had to stop himself more than once from going to the next bathroom to jerk off to the fresh image of you in his head. Pathetic, really.

And now, here he is with your best friend who tells him you want him just as much. Mingyu’s grin turns cockier.

“How convenient,” he says, “I really want to fuck her, too.”

Chan takes you by the arm, leading you outside approximately five minutes later. The gala is, conveniently, held in one of the top hotels of the city and Chan had been kind enough to book nothing less but the penthouse for you and Mingyu… and him. Mingyu is already up there, waiting for the two of you.

(“You won’t mind if I join, right?” Chan looks at Mingyu with one crooked eyebrow. Mingyu chuckles.

“Oh, absolutely not. I actually think that’s a brilliant idea. Did you have her before?”

“Nope, it’s about time, though.” Mingyu nods, clinking his glass against Chan’s.

“Well, I am looking forward to fucking her with you.”)

“Chan, what-”, but you don’t get far because the second you’re out of sight from the room, Chan has you pressed against one of the grand pillars, knocking the air right out of you.

“Mingyu is upstairs waiting for you.” His breath hits your face and you feel goosebumps erupt all over your body. With wide eyes you can’t help but stare at him, his voice ringing in your ears.

“And I think I’m ready to tell you my condition, baby.”

Baby. Your thighs press together.

“W-What is it?” You stumble out, feeling Chan suddenly part those pressed together thighs with his own. You gasp. He smirks.

“The condition is,” his lips are right by your ear, his hands gripping your hips, “I get to join.”

When you suck in a breath, Chan kisses you roughly. Your eyes roll back before squeezing shut, your hands automatically finding his neck as his tongue slides into your mouth, a breathy moan slipping from your mouth into his. Chan feels himself grow hard already and he moves his one hand down, over your thigh to the slit of your dress and you whimper when you feel his fingers gliding over your core. 

“You think that’s a good idea, baby? Me coming upstairs with you? Me fucking your pretty little pussy like I should have done ages ago, hm? What do you say?” 

Honestly, you’re not sure how he expects you to answer with his fingers shoving your underwear to the side and sliding them through your folds. So, instead of using your voice, you nod your head, chasing his lips with yours again. Chan chuckles lowly, moving his head back, leaving you without his kisses. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he makes, “so, so needy. Tell me, Y/N, are you a slut?” You bite down on your lip, your hips moving against his fingers that are still seemingly aimlessly roaming your pussy. But you know better. Know that he is teasing you. Even though you’ve never been intimate - you know.

“Answer me. Are you a slut?” His index and thumb find your clit, pinching it right then and you moan out loud, your head falling into yet another rapid nod.

“Y-Yes, I am. I am a slut, Chan.”

“That’s what I thought.” He pulls you close again, lips crashing into yours at the same time as his fingers find your sopping entrance, pushing in two right away, your leg moving to wrap around his thigh.

“F-fuck, Ch-Chan!” You cry out, breaking the kiss and Chan’s other hand is right there underneath your chin, holding it up.

“Shut it, slut. Or do you want someone to hear Daddy’s perfect little girl getting finger fucked in the hallway of his oh-so important business event?” 

His fingers work at merciless speed and you shake your head, pressing your lips together to somehow maintain your moans inside. Chan takes the opportunity to kiss your neck, bite at your shoulder and suck a pretty red mark onto your collarbone, all while you stay quiet with your pussy sucking in his fingers like a starved man eats his bread. 

“God, you’re so tight, can’t wait to feel your pussy squeeze my cock like that.” Chan whispers into your ear before pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his face, sucking them clean. The view makes your mouth drop and your pussy cry. 

“Channie…” The reality of how hot you find your best friend is suddenly crashing down on you. There he is; his fingers that were just inside of you in his mouth, his eyes dark and his hair blonde. This is crazy. You are crazy.

“Mingyu is waiting, baby. Don’t you want to go upstairs?” His voice is sultry and has you swallowing as you nod, Chan taking your hand and leading you to the elevator. As much as you probably should think about what this is going to mean for your friendship, you decide that you’ll have time to figure this out later. Tomorrow, maybe. Or next week. Right now you just want to hold his hand and feel the throbbing of your pussy and think about what Chan and Mingyu will do to you. Together.

Behind you, a group of what are presumably tourists come to a halt, Chan’s hand creeping around your waist, your hand left vacant. His fingers feel hot even through your dress and when he pulls you closer, you suppress the urge to let out a pathetic little moan. You wonder if Chan knows how insanely turned on you are - until you remember he literally just felt your wetness. 

The ping of the elevator makes you and the group of people move, you and Chan ending up at the end of it, the group pressing their respective buttons, while Chan kindly asks one of them to press the one for the highest floor. The penthouse. You almost chuckle at that because of course he would get the penthouse to do this. The people don’t seem to care much, or at least they don’t show you if you do and just continue their talking. The heat radiating from Chan mixed with the smell of his perfume almost drives you insane. And when you suddenly feel the hand that had been around your waist move, sliding up the slit of your dress, over the inside of your thigh, to then slip into your panties, thumb pressing down on your clit, massaging it sensually, you can already hear the van coming to pick you up to the psychiatric ward. 

“Don’t make a noise, pretty baby, you don’t want all of them knowing what a little slut you are, hm?” He is right there, lips so close to your ear and you slightly nod, pressing your legs together, but Chan’s hand is in the way, his movements becoming harsher. Stars seem to be appearing in front of your eyes and you feel like your knees are about to give in. You try to concentrate on anything else, failing miserably. Chan’s breath keeps hitting your neck, his quiet voice continuing to say dirty things to you that make your pussy clench around nothing. He quickens his pace as more and more of the people leave the elevator and you are holding on for dear life, trying hard to stay put, to not make a sound, to not let anyone know what Chan is doing to you. 

When finally there is no one left but you, Chan presses you against the wall, kissing you hard as his fingers slip inside you like they did back on the ground floor. He is fast and hard and his tongue is in your mouth, licking against yours like a madman. He swallows your moans and you lift your leg up, once again wrapping it around his thigh and you feel your orgasm closing in on you. When he brushes his thumb against your clit, just barely really, you cry out in pleasure, lips leaving him as your head bounces against the wall behind you, your moan loud and needy, his name dropping off your lips like a song. The doors of the elevator open with another ping and you come hard, Chan fucking you through your orgasm with your fingers. 

“I see you already opened her up for us, how nice of you.”

Mingyu’s voice is something you should have expected but hadn’t. Still feeling the aftermath of your orgasm, you blink a few times, seeing Mingyu standing right in front of the elevator, a diamond glass filled with what you presumed to be whiskey in his hand. His tie was already loosened around his neck, a few buttons open and, fuck, just the sight of him made your pussy clench around Chan’s fingers. Chuckling, he pulled them out of you, once again sucking them clean. 

“Common, go over to him, I know you want to.” Chan takes your hand, softly pulling you towards the opened doors of the elevator, Mingyu’s eyes set on you. You can see the fire burning in them already, sensing the heat coming from him even before you stand right there in his space. 

“Hi.” You whisper, eyes looking up at the tall man, who smiles and tilts his head.

“Hi, pretty girl.” 

It feels like a rush is going through you when you find yourself grinding on Mingyu’s lap with Chan sitting on the armchair next to the couch, a glass of gin in his hand as he watches you. Mingyu has his hands on your ass, guiding your hips against his crotch. 

“N-Need it inside.” You cry out and Mingyu smirks, hands tightening their grip on your ass. 

“Is that right? Do you need my cock to split you open, princess?” You nod rapidly, making him chuckle. He leaned forward, kissing your jaw, not moving to take out his cock at all. You whine. 

“M-Mingyu, pl-please.” Never had you ever wanted a cock inside you as much as right now. You want to feel him, want to squeeze him. But Mingyu still doesn’t budge. His pants are open already and when you look down you can see the clear outline of his apparently huge cock and your mouth is watering. 

“I think you need to learn a bit about patience, baby. Didn’t you already cum? And you are still being greedy?” His hand shoots down, slapping your ass and your head falls back as you moan, Mingyu licking his lips as he watches your body shake. 

“You should suck him off, don’t you want his cock in your mouth, slut?” Chan chimes in, legs crossed as he watches attentively. Mingyu looks over at him, grinning.

“What a great idea, Chan,” he says, before looking back at you, “what do you say, will you be a good little slut and get on your knees for me?” 

You do it. Of course you do it. Your mind is blank except for the need to please and be pleased. Your nimble fingers shove down his pants and briefs, them now pooling at his ankles and your eyes seem to pop out as you look at his cock, his leaking, throbbing cock, that makes your mouth water and more of your slick drip into your panties. You let your hand grab the base, your eyes wandering over the prominent vein at the side and the slit glistening with pre, then you look up at Mingyu who feels like he could probably shoot his load right onto your face if you just continued to look at him like that.

“Now, now. Get to it.” He orders and you nod, eyes back on his length in your hand. First, you stretch out your tongue, let it slide over his red tip and Mingyu groans quietly. He tastes salty and still somehow good enough for you to suck his tip into your mouth, hoping to milk more of him. The sounds he makes spur you on, causing you to begin bobbing your head, your hand jerking off the part your mouth can reach. Mingyu’s breathing grows labored and his hand finds the back of your head, gripping a fistful of your hair.

“Fuck, such a good girl, common, take more, I know you can.” He begins to shove you down and you gag when his tip hits the back of your throat. He revels in the sound you make, his hips bucking up. 

Meanwhile, Chan has his cock out, stroking it lazily as he watches you on Mingyu’s cock. He imagines it’s his you’re choking on and wonders how wet you are right now. Precum leaks out of his cock and he uses it to rub himself with more ease. 

“Can I fuck your throat?” Mingyu breathes out, his cock now in all the way and you nod to the best of your abilities. Immediately, he thrusts up, his head spinning from the way it feels to have your tight heat around him. He feels your throat restrict, sees the way tears build up in your eyes and he can’t help but move again, quicker this time. He loses himself in the pleasure, head thrown back as he moans your name, both hands on the sides of your face, holding you in place as he uses you like a toy. You love it. Love the tears that now stream down your face as you breathe through your nose, love the way he feels inside your throat, the way he will probably leave bruises. His moans make your core throb harder with every passing second and you sneakily let your hand move down, pressing down and circling your clit, the moan you let out having Mingyu’s cock twitch.

“Oh fuck, b-baby, gonna cum, can I cum down your throat?” He is still frantically fucking your mouth and you again nod as best as you can, having him shoot his load down your abused throat three seconds later.

“God, yeah, sh-shit, swallow it all for me, my perfect whore, swallow it, common.” He is riding out his orgasm, eyes squeezed shut as you do swallow it all, every last drop of his pleasure. 

Chan now sees your hand, sees the way you try to make yourself come and he gets up, cock hanging in the air as his hands both grab you from Mingyu, who is recovering from his high.

“Think you can just touch yourself without us noticing? Stupid slut, come on.” He bends you over, your hands finding the small coffee table and without any warning, Chan tears off your panties, dress shoved above your ass and his cock rams into your needy core at godspeed. You scream his name, hands grasping the edges of the table and Chan slaps down on your ass cheek, eyes focused on the way his cock slides in and out of you over and over again. Mingyu watches from the couch, his spent cock twitching at the sight. He leans back, grabbing the glass he had discarded on the side table earlier, taking a sip as he watches Chan fuck into you.

“Ch-Chan!” You moan again, your hips trying to move, but he holds you steady.

“Don’t you dare cum, slut, you cum only when I allow you, got it?” Chan pulls your hair with his one hand, pulls you up against his chest, both of you standing up right as he fucks into you, your eyes rolling back, legs spreading lightly. 

Soon, Chan changes the position, has you kneeling on the armchair he previously sat on, your torso hanging over the backrest as he fucks into you from behind. He grunts, rutting his cock into you quick and hard and it takes everything in you not to come undone.

“Pl-please let me cum, need to cum s-so bad!” You cry out, more and more tears streaming over your face, but Chan just spanks you once again, shaking his head.

“Shut up, only moan my name, got it? Don’t wanna hear another word.” He feels your pussy clench around him, feels the way you squeeze him, how you want to milk him and he chuckles evilly. 

“God, you really are a whore, such a dirty fucking whore, likes to get her throat fucked and told what to do. Bet you’d be able to fuck yourself on my cock for hours, baby.”

You whimper, nodding as your body jolts forward every few seconds, Chan’s thrusts hard with no mercy in sight. 

“Get her over here, I shall use those pretty tits for my entertainment.” Mingyu is fully hard again by now, and Chan nods, his cock slipping out of you and you sob, missing him already. Chan wraps his arm around your waist and softly pulls you off the chair, instead letting your dress fall off your frame, finally having you completely bare in front of him.

“Shit, you’re gorgeous, baby,” he mumbles, hands groping your tits only for a second before Mingyu clears his throat. Grinning, Chan moves you back to the couch. You get on all fours, Chan kneeling behind you, his hands massaging and slapping down on your ass, instead of his cock, his fingers find their way inside your sopping hole. There are stars dancing around your head at this point. 

Mingyu licks his lips, he is leaning against the armrest, his cock in his hand. He watches the way your face contours in nothing but pleasure as Chan fucks his fingers in and out of you. 

“Chan’s right, you are gorgeous.” The words make you clench and whimper and when Mingyu reaches for your arms, basically having you cage him in, Chan moving with your body, fingers pulled out of you so his hands could hold your hips in place. Your tits are hanging right over Mingyu’s cock now and he bites his lip, before bringing his hands to them, thumb pressing down on your stiff nipples. He can’t really reach them with his mouth right now, but fuck, the urge to put his lips around them is making his cock leak again.

“You wanna fuck her tits?” Chan asked then and Mingyu nodded, your hips moving against Chan's groin. 

“You’re gonna let me fuck your pretty tits, baby?” Mingyu squeezes them hard and you nod frantically.

“Y-yes, pl-please fuck my tits, want your cum all over them.” Mingyu moans at that and soon enough his cock is engulfed by your breasts, the feeling of the slick from sweat skin around him almost too much at once. He begins to thrust almost at the same time as Chan fucks his cock back into you. 

The two men have their way with you, fucking your respective body parts at their own speed and you feel like you’re about to explode. Your moans don’t stop, saying both of their names repeatedly, and only when Chan wraps his arm around you, thumb beginning to circle your clit do you realize how close to release you are.

“Ch-Chan, f-fuck, I’m so cl-close.” You stutter out and Chan smirks, pinching your clit with his thumb and index.

“Yeah? Is our little slut close? Do you think you deserve to cum yet?” Chan moves to slap your clit, a wave of pleasure shooting through you and when he does it again, you feel yourself leaking into the couch, your cum dripping down your thighs, leaving a stain. Chan twitches inside of you, realizing he just got you to squirt - even before your orgasm. He curses under his breath.

“Fuck, Mingyu, look, our dirty slut squirted all over the couch.” He feels his balls tightening, feels his head spinning, his vision going blurry as he comes, thick white ropes of his juice landing inside your pussy, getting fucked into you repeatedly by Chan.

Mingyu cries out, seeing the stain behind you and his eyes roll back as he slips his cock out of your tits and instead jerks himself off, his load landing all over your tits and collarbone the next second. Both of them climaxing in and on you gets you over the edge and your already overstimulated pussy squeezes Chan as you cum, exhaustion mixed with euphoria filling you, your eyes falling shut as you found yourself pressed against Mingyu, his arms around you as his cum now lands on his clothed torso. He doesn’t care in the slightest. 

“Holy fuck.” Chan pulls out of you, sinking into the soft cushions of the couch, wiping the sweat of his forehead with the back of his hand. He watches you on top of Mingyu, your naked body, his cum dripping out of your core and he stares at it for a moment, fascinated by the way how pretty your pussy looks when it’s spent like that.

“You did you well.” Mingyu kisses the top of your head and you sniff against his neck, feeling like all energy has left your body all while you’ve never felt this satisfied in your life.

“Let’s get you into the shower, baby girl.” He continues then, helping you sit up, your chest still smeared full of his cum. He sighed at the view.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”

He gets up and pulls you with him, picking you up into his arms bridal style and you giggle as you look over at Chan who still seems frozen in place.

“Wanna join?” You ask tiredly and Chan nods, sure that there was nowhere else he’d rather be than in the sower with you and Mingyu right now.

[steddieas-shegoes]

Hey! I love your writing so much so I figured I’d send a little request!

Could you doing something like Steve hase always noticed Eddie but Eddie is completely oblivious? With some first kiss/love confession?

OH ANYTIME!!! Thank you :) I am always here for pining and love confessions. The sappier, the better. The more nauseating, the better. The more I want to punch a wall, the better. I hope that happens here for you with this one! - Mickala ❤️

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Steve Harrington’s bisexual awakening was Eddie Munson.

He was 14 years old at summer camp for the last time because “teenagers just don’t go to summer camp, Steven.” Which was ridiculous because it was a summer camp for teenagers, but whatever, not worth arguing with his father about.

Eddie was there, hair longer than most of the other boys, floppy and curly like he was trying to grow it out but didn’t know how to manage it.

If there was anything Steve could do, it was manage hair.

So he walked up to him and offered to show him his routine.

Eddie laughed, honest to god tears falling from his eyes as he slapped his leg.

Steve just stared at him, not used to being laughed at, only with.

But Eddie seemed to sense that he was serious, so he calmed down, but kept a small smile on his face.

“Thanks man, but I can’t afford the shit you do. I just gotta deal with it.”

“I mean, you can have mine at the end of camp if you want. I’ll just buy more.”

Which felt like the right thing to say, but Eddie just looked down at the ground and shook his head.

“Nah. Don’t really need your charity, dude.”

He walked away before Steve could explain it wasn’t charity, he just really like his curls and wanted him to take care of them.

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It was hard not to notice Eddie at school. He made sure he was noticed.

Everyone said it was because he was a “fairy” and thrived off the attention, even when he was getting beat up.

One particularly nasty rumor said he liked being beat up.

So when 15 year old Steve heard all this, he obviously knew he couldn’t ever say a damn thing about himself or any interaction he’d had with Eddie.

Which was really just the one time he’d accidentally insulted him.

His hair was longer now, just past his chin. The curls looked a bit better, though Steve could tell he didn’t use any type of conditioner, and he tried not to let that bother him.

He watched him though, secretly, when he could get away with it. In the halls or the cafeteria was easiest since he could always say he was staring at a girl if someone asked.

The way he just always walked with his head high, his confidence unlike anything Steve had seen from anyone that wasn’t a jock, made Steve’s stomach flutter.

He heard Carol say “confidence is sexy” enough times to start believing it was true, and that was before he watched Eddie strut around the school like he wasn’t constantly being thrown insults.

He watched as Eddie formed his own little ragtag group of friends, all outcasts because of one thing or another, only building his confidence more.

He watched as Eddie started driving a beat up van to school, making a name for himself as the guy who would sell liquor out of the back on Fridays.

People still teased him, still beat him up, but they were giving him money for liquor for their house parties left and right.

Steve watched.

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Nancy was amazing, everything Steve wanted and everything his parents wanted.

She was going to have an incredible future, and encouraged Steve to work hard to have one too.

He loved her. He did.

But he still watched Eddie.

Eddie who was standing on tables in the cafeteria, giving speeches that honestly, weren’t that dramatic. Maybe if he was anyone else, people would actually listen.

Eddie who started dealing weed in the woods behind school a few days a week, admitting the liquor thing wasn’t for him when he saw how many idiot kids still got behind the wheel to drive home after the parties he supplied.

Eddie who was unapologetically himself in all the ways Steve wished he could be.

Nancy was beautiful, she was smart, she was determined.

But Eddie was like a forest fire, a small spark that ignited with just a small fan of the flame, his best qualities hidden behind the smoke.

And Steve wanted to burn.

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Steve graduated. Eddie didn’t.

He didn’t get into college, so his dad made him get a summer job.

Eddie didn’t really hang out at the mall, wasn’t really his scene, but he did come into Scoops occasionally, and apparently only when Steve worked.

His coworker, Robin, rolled her eyes when Steve insisted on scooping his ice cream into the cone, ringing him out at the register, and watching him walk out.

“Are you poisoning him slowly or something? Are you planning on doing something stupid? What’s happening?”

He never told her anything, just shrugged in response.

Until the Russians. Until their stupid truth serum made him spill his guts literally and figuratively in the mall bathroom.

Robin listened as he talked about every moment, every look, every doubt he ever had about his feelings. About how he loved Nancy, he did, but she would never be the one he thought of first when someone talked about a future, about love, about a life.

Robin listened as he cried, sobbed really, explained how he knew it would never happen, but it didn’t stop him from wanting.

She listened until she couldn’t anymore.

“Steve, you’re not alone in this okay? I’m…You know Tammy?”

“Thompson?” He sniffled, finally looking up at Robin.

“Yeah. I’ve had a crush on her for like, two years.”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah.”

“But why her? She’s kind of awful.”

Robin laughed, a real laugh, not a drug-induced one.

“Yeah, but she’s also kind of not.”

Steve nodded.

“I know what you mean.”

They were trauma bonded, sure, but they were also just bonded through life’s fucked up ways of bringing people with similar qualities and interests together.

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If Steve knew the next time he saw Eddie Munson would be when he was wanted for murder, a small part of him actually may have believed you.

Not because he thought Eddie was actually a murderer, but more because he knew what the town thought of him, and would have expected nothing less in the face of the unexplainable.

The three-time senior was kind of fucked if they didn’t figure this out, looking at a lifetime in prison for a murder he didn’t commit.

Steve focused on thinking about that anytime his mind wandered to how Eddie held a broken bottle to his neck, his other hand pushing him back, his leg between Steve’s to keep him there.

Robin pinched him when she could see his mind starting to drift. She was the best.

And as they worked to figure things out, and fight their way through Vecna’s curse, Steve managed to have actual conversations with Eddie.

They weren’t really ever completely alone, no one was while they were figuring things out and making a plan, but they still managed to talk.

It was enough for Steve. Enough to know he could maybe be friends with him when this was over and done. Maybe go to his graduation, maybe help him leave the town that was ready to burn him at the stake.

He didn’t expect it to be it. To be all he got.

So when he saw Dustin sobbing over a bloody body, he didn’t waste time. He had Nancy put pressure on the worst of the wounds, made Robin get Dustin out, he needs to go, started begging, pleading quietly with Eddie to just survive.

“You can’t let the fire burn out yet, idiot. Not now, not like this.”

Nancy didn’t acknowledge what he was saying, but he knew she knew.

He was tearing his shirt into pieces, makeshift bandages the only option for holding him together as Steve found a way to carry him to the trailer and through the gate.

It wasn’t easy, but nothing about any of their Upside Down trauma had been, and Eddie was worth it.

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Steve waited hours.

Then he waited days.

When a week had gone by, Wayne pulled him into a hug and practically begged him to go home and get some rest.

“Our boy will wake up and we wanna look our best when he does, right?”

He couldn’t really argue with Wayne, not when he’d let him sit by Eddie’s bed with him for days.

He didn’t tell Wayne about his feelings, didn’t really know if Wayne was a safe person to tell, but he figured Wayne knew anyway.

When he managed to sleep for a few hours in his own bed, shower in his own bathroom, and eat an actual cooked meal, he found his way back to Eddie’s room. The nurses no longer paid any attention once Owens and his government buddies cleared Eddie’s name.

He walked into the same scene he’d watched for a week now; Eddie asleep, hooked up to more machines that any human should have to, chest rising and falling slowly.

But Wayne hadn’t made it back yet, hopefully getting more sleep than Steve had been able to.

So he took the chair closest to Eddie’s head, gently brushing some of his hair from his face and reaching down to hold his hand.

Even like this, bruises and scars littering his body and face, he was beautiful.

His fire was still burning, Steve could see it.

He managed to fall asleep like that, holding Eddie’s less injured hand in his, head on the bed against his leg.

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A hand in his hair woke him up.

Expecting it to be Wayne or Robin, he blinked his eyes open and slowly sat up, ready for another long day of waiting.

But it wasn’t Wayne or Robin.

“Eddie!”

Steve resisted throwing himself at him, knowing he would be in pain, but he let his hands hover over him to show he wanted to.

“Hey Stevie.”

God, his voice was so nice. It was like actual music to his ears. He never wanted to go so long without hearing it again.

“How long have you been awake? Do you need the nurse? Pain meds? Where is the pain?”

Eddie chuckled quietly, small smile visible under his oxygen mask.

“I don’t really know but the pain is everywhere.”

“Shit, okay. Let me go get someone. I don’t even know who’s on shift right now. I don’t know how long I slept.”

“Stevie.”

“Yeah?”

“Calm down.”

Steve let out a disbelieving laugh, barely more than a huff of air.

“You almost died, Eddie! And you’re hurting. I almost-” Steve choked on a wet sob, his throat closing up as tears flooded his eyes.

“You didn’t though. You saved me. I’m here right?”

Eddie’s voice was barely above a whisper, and it clearly pained him to even talk, but he was doing it for Steve.

Steve suddenly realized there was far too much space between them, that if he wasn’t feeling the heat of Eddie’s flames against his skin, he couldn’t convince himself he was still alight.

He gently sat on the edge of the bed, taking Eddie’s hand back in his own.

“I almost didn’t make it in time. You were so pale, Eds. So bloody.”

“But you did. You made it.”

Steve took a shaky breath.

He knew he needed to say it. He needed to tell Eddie why he did everything he could to save him, why he hasn’t left his side except at Wayne’s insistence, why he was panicking so much now.

Eddie squeezed his hand.

“Stevie, you think I didn’t see you watching me? I started to think you were gonna kill me sometimes with how often you just stared at me.” Eddie took a few breaths, closing his eyes as he focused on what he wanted to say and not the pain. “I figured it out there. After Nancy. That’s why I came to Scoops so much. Loved that little outfit.”

Eddie was smirking at him and Steve let out a snort.

“I hated that thing. Robin did too.”

“Don’t think I didn’t notice that Robin never helped me when I came in either. It was always you.”

Steve couldn’t look at him, not while he was being seen so clearly.

“And all this? With the monsters and crazy people in this town trying to kill me? But you were the quickest to believe me. The one making sure I wasn’t going crazy. And then the one who got me out of there alive, even though I didn’t think there was any way I would.”

“Why didn’t you stick to the plan? You could’ve escaped with Dustin, been safe.”

“Because the world couldn’t lose Steve Harrington.”

“It couldn’t lose Eddie Munson, either.”

Eddie shook his head.

“I think you’re the only one who feels that way.”

“Really? You think Dustin could have handled losing you? Or Mike? He’s a shit, but he cares. And me? How was I supposed to?”

“Steve…”

“No! You don’t get to decide that you don’t matter to people. Everyone loves you and everyone would have been devastated to lose you. Wayne’s been sitting in this stupid plastic chair for a week waiting for you to wake up. You think he would have been okay with losing you?”

“Eventually, yeah.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“I’ve heard.”

Steve shook his head.

“How do you not see how much people love you?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

Steve didn’t quite know what to say to that. It’s not that he believed he was expendable, it’s just that if it came down to someone having to die, he’d rather it be him. Not to play hero, but because picturing anyone else dying was too much to bear.

“You’re loved, too. Every single one of those kids love you like a brother. Robin would probably marry you if you had boobs. I was willing to die to keep you safe, Steve. How can you not see it?”

“It wasn’t just me.”

“No. I wanted all of you to be safe. But I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t the thought of you dying that made me cut the rope.”

“Why?”

“Because I watched you, too. All the time. I did things for your attention. I thought that was obvious.”

Steve shook his head. No way he was telling the truth. He constantly ranted about the popular kids, about how much he hated them and everything they represented. The hierarchy of high school continued into life and he wanted no part of it.

Eddie groaned as he adjusted a bit in the bed.

“I may need to continue this later, Stevie.”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course. Let me get the nurse,” Steve muttered as he got up.

The nurse bustled in only a minute later, followed by Steve, who thought through the entire conversation he just had with Eddie.

Did Eddie…like him?

No way. He couldn’t possibly like Steve. He hated the whole King Steve thing. He’d said so multiple times over the years.

But so did Steve.

He zoned out while the nurse asked Eddie questions and checked his vitals, thinking back to all the times he’d been watching Eddie in school.

How almost every time, Eddie had already been watching him.

How Eddie’s theatrics always waited until Steve was in the same room.

How Eddie glared at Nancy, even when she was helping him.

Steve watched as the nurse put a new bag on his IV pole, explaining to him that this would be a morphine drip that would probably knock him out for another 12-24 hours.

He watched Eddie nod along, past the point of caring what was happening and just wanting the pain to stop.

The nurse finally left, and Steve didn’t wait.

He walked over to the bed, leaning over Eddie.

“You are an idiot,” Steve said, leaning in closer to his lips, grateful that the nurse had removed the oxygen mask and replaced it with a small nasal cannula.

“Am I?’ Eddie asked with a smirk, the lids of his eyes slowly getting heavier.

“Yeah. And I can’t believe I love an idiot so much.”

Eddie’s eyes widened for a second before they started to close again.

“You gonna kiss the idiot or make him fall asleep without one?”

Steve rolled his eyes, but leaned in to place a soft kiss on Eddie’s dry and cracked lips.

Eddie smiled into it, but didn’t seem to have the energy to kiss back right now.

Steve pulled away and rested his forehead against Eddie’s, gently, like he would break if he put too much of himself against him.

“You owe me a good one when you’re not high on morphine, deal?”

“Mhm. Deal, sweetheart.”

Steve blushed at the name, but Eddie’s eyes were closed.

Wayne walked in only a few minutes later, eyes wide.

“The nurse said he was awake?”

Steve nodded from his spot in the chair, Eddie’s hand in his, fond smile on his face.

“Yeah, she gave him morphine so he can rest some more.”

“Good,” Wayne visibly relaxed. “He tell you he’s in love with you yet or do I have to keep waitin’?”

“Well, not in so many words, but, kinda.”

“And you? You told him?”

“I called him an idiot.”

“Close enough.”

Steve laughed. It felt so good to laugh.

Eddie’s fire had spread quickly, the smoke clearing away just enough to let Steve be engulfed in his flames.

Steve was burning, and it was everything he hoped it would be.

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

I'm seeing a lot of hate in the tags today so let's just go ahead and take all the bitching over the ads campaign to its natural conclusion.

Ignoring that the ad campaign raised over ten thousand dollars to be donated to charity and we have the receipts proving that happened, come on a little thought experiment with me.

A bit ago, I finished saving up 300 dollars and I spent it on a Lego kit I'd been wanting (the motorized lighthouse, if you're curious). That's the kind of purchase I usually don't have the disposable income to make responsibly, so it took me months of putting money aside for it. It was a responsibly-timed purchase; I made sure my bills were paid and grocery needs were met before I bought it. It also brought me many hours of happiness as I assembled it and I love looking at it displayed now in my home. Obviously, because I bought this thing from the Lego company, none of that money went towards charity. Was this purchase morally wrong of me because I chose to spend what is, to me, a fairly significant chunk of change on a selfish purchase instead of donating the money I'd been putting away little by little?

If your honest answer is yes, then honestly that's a pretty online take and we've got nothing more to say to each other. There are many terrible things happening in the world right now, but the idea that someone is morally reprehensible for spending money on something that matters to them instead of donating is wildly out of touch. Yes, I think you should absolutely donate to many of the excellent charities providing relief if you can! I've been running charity drives through my university for months, it's very important to me! But making the occasional selfish purchase is not morally wrong, and harassing people for doing so is not activism.

Renewal campaigns for cancelled shows are not new. Fans of other shows (I think Shadow and Bone?) have also been collecting money to put up ads recently. OFMD is an incredibly important show to many people - it's the first time I've ever felt so seen and respected by a TV show, and the first time I've ever seen a brown, gay man like myself as a romantic lead. It's a fucking good show, there's nothing wrong with us for wanting it back, and honestly if you donated to the ads campaign who fucking cares. That's no worse than me choosing to put money aside for a Lego kit instead of donating it. People making selfish purchases, whether towards a renewal campaign for a show they love or an overpriced cup of coffee, are not your enemy.

[rottenpumpkin13]

(I just watched a musical 😂)

woe, Genesis has been tasked with getting together and directing a musical theatre production of his choice Loveless featuring the entire SOLDIER floor, for an official Shinra fundraiser gala. nightmare scenario or dream come true or both. the show must go on! also, you are incredibly funny and uplifting! :)

• Genesis has been tasked with organizing and directing the annual musical Shinra puts on for the charity gala, which has one of its departments as the actors. This year the roulette wheel landed on the worst combination—SOLDIER and Loveless.

• Rumors say Zack's anguished "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" as soon as it was announced was heard from 13 floors down.

• Genesis is being benign and letting everyone choose their parts.

Genesis: Who wants to play the goddess?

*Sephiroth raises his hand*

Genesis: Really? You want to play the goddess?

Sephiroth: It was an involuntary reaction. I don't know why I raised my hand.

Genesis: Too late, you're the goddess.

Sephiroth: But I don't want to play the goddess.

Genesis: If you don't play the goddess I'm going to shave your head in your sleep.

Sephiroth: !?

• Since NONE of the female SOLDIERs wanted to play Rosa, Genesis appointed one of the other guys to the role.

• Cloud walked in at an unfortunate time to deliver some documents from Heidegger.

Genesis: CLOUD. You're perfect for the role of Alphreid. Welcome to the show.

Cloud: Uhh, really? Okay. Who's playing Rosa?

Zack: I am!

Cloud: For fucks sake.

• Angeal was placed in the role of Varvados against his will, the same case for Kunsel, who was bribed with money to play Garm.

• The rest of SOLDIER is tasked with being the stage crew. They have a month to rehearse, something which would've been fine had GENESIS not been the director. He insists on getting a director's chair, and wearing the typical director's beret and scarf while shouting from a megaphone even though he's AT MOST 3 feet away from the stage.

Zack: I thought you said I was playing Rosa. Where's my dress and wig?

Genesis: No, no. Since you and Cloud are playing Rosa and Alphreid, I thought I'd make this the gay version of Loveless.

Zack: Ohhh, I get it now. That's why it's Loveless - G edition. The G stands for gay.

Genesis: No the G stands for Genesis.

Zack: What's the difference?

Genesis:

• Sephiroth wishes whoever sold Genesis the megaphone an eternity in the deepest pits of hell.

*Genesis is standing right beside Sephiroth. Too close, in fact*

Genesis: SEPHIROTH, LETS TAKE IT FROM SCENE 3 IN ACT 1 WHEN THE GODDESS HAS HER BIG MUSICAL NUMBER.

Sephiroth: Genesis I'm standing right here. There's no need to—

Genesis: DON'T QUESTION MY CREATIVE CHOICES.

*Sephiroth grabs the megaphone and smashes it over his head*

• If Genesis were not Angeal's best friend, he also would've choked him with his scarf by now.

Genesis, from his director chair: Angeal, great dancing, but go stage left.

*Angeal goes left*

Genesis: No, your other left.

*Angeal goes right*

Genesis: LEFT.

*Angeal goes further left*

Genesis: Your OTHER Left. Turn around and go right!

*Angeal goes right*

Genesis: LEFT. LEFT. GO LEFT.

*Angeal goes left and violently falls off the stage*

• Cloud wouldn't have agreed to play Alphreid if he had known Zack was playing Rosa. Not because he feels weird playing his love interest, but because Zack is a diva.

Genesis: Alright, Alphreid, this is the scene where you're seeing Rosa again. You're feeling passionate, you're feeling butterflies in your stomach, you're sensing—

Cloud: —Zack's onion breath from lunch.

Zack: Onion soup helps me get into character. Get it, because Rosa has so many layers?

Genesis: Zack, I love your dedication. Cloud, quit complaining. Now kiss, you two.

Cloud: I ain't kissing him with that breath.

Genesis: Kiss!

Cloud: He smells like something died.

Zack: I've never felt more insulted in my life.

Genesis: You're being overdramatic. KISS.

Cloud: Please god no.

Genesis: KISS HIM.

*Zack grabs Cloud by the collar and leans in. Cloud takes one whiff of Zack's breath and immediately passes out*

Zack: I can't work like this.

• Opening night rolls around.

*Angeal approaches Genesis*

Angeal: Zack ate an entire onion and his breath smells like depression.

Genesis: The show must go on.

Angeal: Cloud attempted to knock him out with a broom, but it was a prop, so it broke over his head and he attacked Cloud.

Genesis: The show must go on.

Angeal: Zack sat on him and is blowing his breath in his face as we speak.

Genesis: The show must go on.

Angeal: Cloud has literally passed away.

Genesis: The show must—

*Angeal chokes him*

• Somehow the show does go on. Everyone nails their musical numbers and scenes, all goes well. Until act 4, when Sephiroth forgets his lines.

*During a scene with all the characters*

Sephiroth: To engage in the battle for which I have selected you, I bequeath unto you a....a....uh....?

Genesis, whispering from the edge of the stage: Improvise!

Sephiroth: What? Demise? The goddess killing everyone wasn't in the script.

Genesis, still whispering: No! Improvise the lines!

Sephiroth: Demise to the guys? So I am supposed to kill everyone. Alright then.

Genesis: NO

*Sephiroth unsheathes a sword he wasn't supposed to have*

Cloud: Wait, WHAT?

Sephiroth: The goddess was never merciful.

*He takes a swipe at Cloud and now the two are engaged in an active duel*

Angeal: Guys, this wasn't in the script!

• Angeal dives forward and starts trying to haul Cloud away, who's kicking and struggling. Now Sephiroth veers his attention unto Zack and starts chasing him around with the sword. Zack has no weapon, and is screaming as he dodges Sephiroth's blows.

• Genesis, angered, climbs onto the stage with a ball of fire in hand, screaming and hurtling it at them ("ALL THAT HARD WORK GONE TO WASTE—NEVER BEEN MORE EMBARRASSED IN MY LIFE—SEPHIROTH STOP USING YOUR HAIR AS A WEAPON")

*Kunsel, in a last-ditch attempt to save everyone's dignity, closes the curtain, ending the show*

[haileyywrites]

hi!! how are you? i adore your writing and i was wondering if you could please write a bit of fluff! in which the reader gets overwhelmed and starts crying because their boyfriend is too sweet, nice, caring and cute. with anyone from genshin of your choice!

Summary: You become overwhelmed and cry from your boyfriend being too sweet, nice, caring and cute!

Pairings: Kaveh x Gn!reader

Notes/Warnings: Reader is completely gender neutral and not described in any way! Poc friendly! Just pure fluff! Reader cries but it's sweet and fluffy! Possible grammar errors!

You had always known Kaveh to be an incredibly kind human being; from the very first moment you met. Someone had rudely bumped into you which caused your items to fall from your hands, the person didn't even bother apologizing before continuing on their way. Kaveh happened to see the interaction and rushed over to help you - he even tried shouting after the person to apologize to you, but they didn't listen.

You appreciated the effort and his kindness nonetheless; he even offered to buy you some food to cheer you up! Though you protested against it, he managed to win you over in the end and he took you to a nice nearby cafe. You could see him eyeing at the prices with worried eyes and a strained smile, you could obviously tell he had some financial problems making his kind offer even more touching. You decided to order the cheapest item you liked and spent the afternoon with him just talking, god you could talk for hours with him!

Falling for Kaveh was the easiest thing you did in your life, but sometimes you wondered how it is you managed to get with him? With his looks and heart of gold you would think him to be more popular with suitors all over him; but no. The people in the Academia you understood as they were usually solely focused in their research, but he was so kind to everyone! Excluding his roommate whom he talked to you about, but didn't let you meet. Somehow Kaveh was a simple rock with gems hidden within, but others didn't seem to look deep enough to get to know him.

He may have not been that good with money, but he always finds other ways to treat you. One of his favorite things to do together is to go for a walk outside of Sumeru city and go sightseeing with you; he always finds the best spots too! Whether you're a morning person who he would go watch the sunrise with or a night owl who preferred the sunset, he will do whatever to make you happy. Seeing you be happy makes him beyond happy and it absolutely melts your heart!

There were many times in the past that almost caused you to burst into tears from him being too kind and sweet or too cute for you to handle! His tendency to draw in animals was strange, but so incredibly adorable. Stray cats would show up whenever you were sitting around and dogs would run up to greet you two - even birds would come closer to him than anyone else! Seeing him give in and pet or play with them was beyond cute!

He was also always so sweet and caring, he would never forget things you liked or cared about! If you needed space when upset he would give it to you; but if you wanted comfort he would be there in an instant with food or snacks he knew you loved. His kindness was also a bit of a flaw as he didn't want to think people would be terrible enough to use charity as a cash grab - which is why he often fell for them. This especially made you upset, but it didn't make you cry like today did.

Seeing the sky becoming darker and darker as your shift was beginning to end worried you, you had neglected to bring an umbrella as it had been clear all day before now. You would have to make your way to the other side of the city while getting completely soaked from the rain; not an ideal scenario. You though about staying until the rain stopped, but you had made plans with Kaveh today right after work and hated the thought of leaving him to wait for you without warning.

You sighed heavily as you changed back into your everyday clothes and prepared yourself for the downpour waiting for you outside, you said a quick goodbye to your colleague before heading for the door with a sad expression. The rain was as heavy as a shower or a bucket of water that was being emptied over you, you shivered as the cold outside air made contact with your skin. This was just your luck...

Out in the rain you could see a figure running full speed towards you, you wondered what kind of maniac was outside in this weather - until you recognized him. It was Kaveh! He held a red umbrella to shield him from the rain and wore a jacket that he usually didn't; it was one of your favorite clothing that he owned, but it was usually only on him during colder days like today. Seeing you he ran faster and almost bumped into you as he came to a halt!

“Thank the Archon's! I'm so glad I cought you before you left!” He said with a relieved smile.

“You came to get me?” You asked in a surprised tone.

He nodded his head as he handed you the umbrella he was holding and stripped off the jacket he was wearing; which he quickly handed to you. He had specifically brought it for you...

“Of course! I thought you probably didn't think to bring an umbrella with you today, so I couldn't possibly let you walk home and get yourself sick from this weather!” He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Kaveh helpped you put on his jacket before smiling proudly when seeing you in his clothing; it was warm and smelled like him, the fabric was also incredibly comfortable. Everything about it made you feel so incredibly touched... The fact that he came to get you to make sure you didn't get soaked from the rain to bringing you his jacket and looking so proud when you wore it. You couldn't help, but to burst into tears from the sheer kindness and sweetness - the love and thoughtfulness.

Seeing you cry made Kaveh panic and instantly ask if you were okay, he asked if he did something that made you upset and if there was anything he could do to help you while still keeping the umbrella over you to cover you from the rain. It probably made you cry harder seeing him be so frantic and stumble over himself trying to calm you down - he was too cute for his own good! He was just too kind and caring of a human being that it was bound to make you burst into tears one day.

“I'm sorry, you're just too sweet!” You sobbed.

“Wha... What?” Kaveh asked in confusion.

“You're so sweet and kind! It's making me feel so loved!” You cried louder.

“Honey, I don't know what to say...” Kaveh laughed lightly while looking a bit bashful.

“You're also too cute!” You covered your eyes with your hands and continued to cry.

Kaveh stepped closer and pulled you in for tight hug, his hand was wrapped around your back, while the other was steadily holding his umbrella over you both. He let you cry your fill against his shoulder; with his hand running up and down along your back in a comforting manner. By the time you were finished crying rain had calmed down a bit to a pleasant soft shower.

Kaveh let go of you gently and wiped away the remaining tear stains from your cheeks, you both lightly laughed about the situation. Being this close you noticed how his eyes sparkled with so much love that you couldn't help, but lean in for a short yet sweet kiss. After you separated Kaveh held up the umbrella between you and encouraged you to place your hand over his; not only to adjust the umbrella so that it was comfortable for you, but also to hold your hand as he walked you home.

A/N: Hii, I'm doing well and thank you for asking Anon <3 Hope you're doing well too; remember to stay hydrated! Thank you so much for the request btw, your words are so kind! I really hoped you liked this, but if you didn't feel free to request again ^-^ I spent a lot of timing thinking which character to pick, but in the end Kaveh felt like the obvious choice lol I will soon be posting request rules - incase you or anyone else would like to request something in the future!

[Feel free to like, comment and or reblog! Any interaction with this post is greatly appreciated <3]

[hologramcowboy]

If you were a celebrity, what would your side hustle be? Like would you have a makeup line, sell perfumes, have a book club, fashion line, etc. And what would that look like for you (ie what books would you recommend, what would the first products you launch be, what perfume notes would you pick).

Most actors have a side hustle, at least until they break out. After they break out they also receive offers to create what you mentioned above. Some get deeply involved, others just slap their name/brand on stuff without caring about what is being created in their name.

I would not like to be a celebrity, because I'm too reserved for that. I'd rather just be one of those people that work constantly but aren't really known. That being said and my reservations aside, having a celebrity profile can be a catalyst to becoming a very powerful connector of people and it can allow one to create impact, to be an "influencer" in the real sense of the term. ( Sorry but for me the only type of influencers that should exist are the kind that expand minds and lives)

I'd love to invest in something media related to allow actors/artists with less means to have equal opportunity with those with means. (There is a saying that acting is a rich person's game, I want to change that because there are incredibly talented people out there who never even get a chance to be on a set or a stage due to lacking means.)

As for a make-up line, I think releasing a line where the benefits go to charity and focusing on natural ingredients that work well with the human body.

Jewelry - same thing, I'd be looking to create collaborations to raise money for important causes. I'm talking getting huge brand names involved.

As for a book club that would be off brand for me, I'm more the mysterious type. I adore books but I love the intimacy of keeping what I read to myself (unless it's the kind of book that can help others in which case I could be into creating a podcast and inviting authors to explain their process).

Perfumes - I'd love a YSL collab and my perfume notes have to be sultry, mysterious and overpowering to be on brand.

I think the first thing I'd want to launch is a music album(with lyrics written by me) or a book written entirely by me.

Nowadays, celebrities are multihyphenates, meaning they wear many hats and aren't limited to just being a pretty face. I guess I'd just look to strike the right amount of balance with everything I love to do in a way that serves the world. I am great at encouraging people to reach their set goals so I might even go the coach route or create a company that recruits people who can pass down key skills and mindsets. Looking to create balanced leaders because that's what this world needs more of.

Thank you for the beautiful question 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

I hope some of my mutuals also respond to your ask, because building a vision is a powerful thing and the subconscious mind doesn't play into small images, it needs big, big ones.

[9800sblog]

hi! 💗 I was wondering if you could do a reading on Lewis Hamilton on his personality/true self in public vs private? thank you and love your blog 💗💗

Lewis Hamilton tarot reading

personality in public vs private

do I have his energy permission to do and share this reading? knight of pentacles

i sense some hesitancy from him, it seems he has experience with people trying to uncover secrets to ruin his reputation, so I will be as nice as I can! I only tell what the cards show me, which is what he has given permission to share.

his personality in public, in front of cameras, celebrities and bosses

knight of cups reversed, page of wands, king of swords reversed, the star, hanged man reversed, the devil

he tries to impress mostly with his body and face, but also money, like he's casually living the lavish lifestyle, he can get really superficial. he is perceived as untouchable, not only for fans, he has a confidence in himself that people aren't used to seeing in stars. he is someone that people would give up everything to have - business people, crushes and fans - he is incredibly valuable, he has great reputation and power. he likes to be seen as a man with pure intentions, someone who can create greatness out of dry land, a pure heart who inspires others to be good. when it comes to love and romance, the general opinion seems to fluctuate, some may think no one is good enough for him and others think "he doesn't want commitment, not that he is a player but he never gets married, so there must be something wrong with him", it seems he wants to get married and have kids, he just might think it's not possible for him, for some reason, maybe because of his job and his environment, he may feel a little stuck, like people say sometimes that "fame is a curse". i think he is really sensitive and delicate, so he tries to look as badass as possible so that nobody tries to fuck him up. he knows money and palpable things is power in his work so he may show off as a message for the bad people around him. his hair is definitely signature for him, body is important, to stay strong and mentally bright + the public must know he is healthy, chains, expensive wine, philanthropy/charity work/activism, he must have a thick layer, authoritative, powerful and ruthless.

how he is casually, with close friends and family

3 of cups reversed, ace of pentacles reversed, 5 of wands, 9 of swords, page of swords, the emperor reversed, the magician reversed, bottom of the deck 4 of cups (so many cards 😭)

in privacy, he doesn't feel a need to be so powerful and strong, he rests and he allows himself to accept help, he doesn't try to look strong or loud or like a star, he's just a guy. I think he really, strongly appreciates quietness, calmness and just an opportunity to rest, I think he doesn't go out much. I remember zendaya saying that her job is so demanding and crazy, that when she has time for herself, she doesn't like to travel or go to parties, she just likes to be home, watching tv and sleeping, I'm getting that same vibe for him, specially since he's a racer, his job is literally very fast and physically, mentally demanding, his life is constantly at risk, so, in privacy, he just is, he just exists. the cards are very cancer directed. he might like to study and plan for his future, I can see him listening to music quietly and just staring at nothing, thinking about everything. i think he is very patient, but also overwhelmed, so he prefer to be alone in almost complete silence, he doesn't seem to be fond of surprise visits, he would be nice and you would feel at home and comfortable, but secretely he would be wishing on your demise. I don't think he lies about who he is when he's in public, he's just an introvert acting more extroverted because he's at work, he seems to enjoy the same music and clothes and movies, it's just a more quiet version of what the public sees. I think he likes the sound of silence, birds chirping, cars passing and the faint noise of people talking. I think when he's with family, he is the type to be in a different room with the pets, but still enjoy being part of the conversation and being included; his close friends would definitely know to or text and wait for him to answer before showing up at his house, I think he ignores calls and may be the type to pretend he's not home if somebody knocks on the door. he seems quite immature in private, childish, childlike, prone to baby talk, for sure. he seems really fond of animals, probably talks to his pets and tells them secrets. I don't think he's very outdoorsy, he may love the purity of nature but as long as he can stay home, without bugs, humidity and allergies, he may like the beach or have a mountain house, idk. hobbies would include studying, analyzing, watching tv, maybe documentaries, fashion/modeling, flowers are revelant but idk why, he seems to love water, spirituality/religions is definitely something he genuinely enjoys, I looked him up and he is a catholic, I think he prays a lot in privacy, that makes sense with the previous messages. teddy bear, playful acting, dressing up and styling his hair differently, the type to get up when watching tv to imitate a scene, definitely talks during movies, really enjoys having people around and would love a big family, is however very closed off and likes to be alone most of the time. will likely have his dream life he desires when he retires and have more opportunities. also, he is definitely very emotionally attached to pop divas and sings his heart out to songs made for young girls, I did search his birth chart and it says he has a moon in cancer so he may feel particularly represented in taylor swift, mariah carey, shakira and dua lipa songs (same moon sign), he might have also been a fan of britney (same mercury sign) or katy (same rising sign) when he was younger, because I'm mostly getting songs from them. this specific song seems relevant for his current energy:

[levelofyoureye]

so for those who aren’t familiar with the NHL, this season multiple players refused to wear pride night jerseys, often citing religious beliefs as the reason why:

so slowly, these jerseys became super controversial as the season went on. many were online claiming that “political beliefs shouldn’t be pushed on players” (interesting bc none of them complain about military appreciation night!), and others were calling out the players who refused to wear them. several teams (such as the minnesota wild, new york rangers, and chicago blackhawks) pulled out of wearing pride jerseys altogether, even if they initially claimed they would. these jerseys have been done before this season, but have never been so controversial until now.

yet in this scary time where anti-LGBTQ+ bills are being introduced, trans people are under attack, and fascists who are against queer people’s very existence are in high positions of power across the US, the NHL has made it very clear they do not care. instead of showing support to queer people when it’s more important than ever before, the league has instead made the decision to not do warm-up jerseys at all next season!

this is insanely disappointing news—not just because the NHL is moving to protect and shield their homophobic players from any backlash/criticism, but because the special jerseys that the NHL does are for all sorts of important causes. there’s hockey fights cancer jerseys, there’s military appreciation jerseys, there’s hispanic heritage jerseys, there’s black history jerseys, and the list goes on. most of these jerseys are designed by local artists, and the jerseys are auctioned off so that proceeds can go to charity. while gary bettman (commissioner of the NHL) has stated that they’re still going to auction off warm-up jerseys and that pride nights won’t stop, it is incredibly disappointing that they won’t get the same visibility and consequently won’t raise the same awareness. pride nights are simply meant to tell fans of teams “hey, LGBTQ+ fans are all welcome here, we acknowledge your existence and we support you.” the fact that it’s been so insanely politicized is incredibly disappointing, and the fact that the league is scrapping the jerseys to avoid bad press over individual decisions is quite simply disgusting. i went to the ducks’ pride night in march and it meant the world to me to see some of my favorite players wearing the warm-up jerseys—acknowledging my existence and telling me i was welcome in their arena. i know many other LGBTQ+ sports fans feel the same way, and especially many LGBTQ+ hockey fans. hockey culture is so horrifically homophobic and always has been, so when pride nights first started it was a huge deal. it was fighting back against a historically bigoted culture that caters to cis straight white men with money. to see the league’s support of queer/trans people diminish like this simply because they’re scared of backlash against their players is quite frankly terrifying. the NHL is constantly saying they need to “grow the game” and show that “hockey is for everyone”—but how can they say this when they’ve chosen to protect and prioritize their few homophobic players over their thousands of LGBTQ+ fans at a time when they should be showing their support? it’s just absolutely unfathomable to me, and the most blatant display of cowardice i’ve ever seen.

[kyra45]

Hi! I think I saw you said you were looking for peoples experiences with Laura so here’s mine.

I came across one of her donation posts a while back and reblogged it, I wasn’t in the best financial place at the moment but I wanted to boost and maybe send money when I got my next paycheck. After I reblogged it, though, she showed up in my DMs asking for help and saying she was desperate and needed money for food, and since I’ve been in a similar place (relying entirely on donations to get things like food or medical care) I sent her some money. But after I sent money, she continued to DM me sending countless photos and videos, some distressing, and constantly begging for more money, even if I didn’t respond she would keep spamming DMs begging and emphasizing how dire her situation was and getting more and more insistent and distressing. I felt bad not being able to help and also had for feeling uncomfortable with how she was interacting with me.

This past Ramadan, as giving charity is part of it, I was donating to a handful of mutual aid posts I came across, and while I had been put off by Laura, I saw many blogs claim she was legit or even spreading the word for her or doing fundraisers on her behalf, so I sent a decent amount of money her way (I can’t fast for Ramadan, so I focus on doing a lot of charity). I remember wondering how Laura was doing and checking her blog some time later and immediately seeing a photo of her supposed dead body which was incredibly distressing. Shortly after I started seeing stuff about how she was scamming people and I realized I had given her a lot of money that I could have put towards my own medical expenses and debt or someone who actually was in desperate need.

Hi! Thanks for the ask and telling of your situation with her after you had encountered her!~

I’m sorry she was bothering you even after you had already helped; It seems like it was a common occurrence that she’d continually ask for money when someone had already given what they could. You did what you could before you found out the truth, and I hope you don’t blame yourself too much.

I’ll be sure to add everything I can when I make the post where I compile everything into one post as the one blog that did have information has since went down and most of their posts are long lost.

[analogboii]

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What's bishops castle? Please tell me about it!

GJSKDK GOD YES. I WILL ALWAYS TALK ABOUT THE INSANITY THAT'S BISHOP'S CASTLE 🗣️🗣️🗣️

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this is a "castle" that currently resides in Rye, Colorado.

So, Jim Bishop bought some land way back when. He was 15 and saved up 450 bucks from various jobs. His parents used his money to buy it for him (cause he was 15, so he couldn't legally purchase land yet). Originally, he just built a cabin with his dad. But one day, motherfucker just woke up with a "message from God" that told him to build a castle. and he was just like "alright bet" and just started building one. Mind you, this guy has NO IDEA how to build a castle (I mean, who tf does these days) and just starts slapping rocks/slabs and concrete together.

Not only is he doing this, but he's primarily doing this BY HIMSELF. No professional team of contractors or construction workers, no. Its mostly just HIM fueled by "the spirit of god". Sure, different family members helped over time here and there, but it was mostly solo work. People would say they'd help them flake out, but he didn't care. He kept going bc he was fully convinced that this is why god sent him to this plane of existence. To build this castle.

that being said, he OBSESSED over this. this was the reason he got up in the morning. the first thing he thought about when he woke up and the last thing he thought about before going to bed. it consumed his life.

tragedy struck in the 80s when his four year old son died. they had been taking out the trunk of a tree. some of the roots were giving trouble so he sent his FOUR YEAR OLD SON to cut the roots. only for the trunk to end up falling on top of him and squashing him.

you'd think that something like that would fuck you up and you'd stop, right? not Jim. he kept going. later when asked why he had kept going he just "well, what else am I gonna do? he loved the place!"

the website leaves this part out, but you can find articles and interviews about it. the website is VERY tailored to make Jim seem more sane than he is.

after this, a lot of his relationships strained. some family and friends stopped talking to him. some were wary. some tried to get him to stop, but he just kept saying that god was telling him this is what he needed to do. this was his calling.

as it got bigger over the years, people started to come and see it.

some people told him he should charge to see it, but growing up with not a lot of money and not being able to do things bc of that, he was determined to keep it free, but it does have a donation box. between that and the gift shop, they are primarily what keep this place running. they are also a registered non profit charity as well. they donate quite a bit to newborn heart surgeries.

tbh, it's a really insanely impressive the way it looks. it's got a grand ballroom and several other rooms. there isn't running water as it's not a functioning castle and still isn't technically finished, but to say it got this far as a solo man project is insane. it took 40ish years to get to this point.

like this shit even has stained glass

now Jim Bishop is old as shit so he's unable to keep building on it. it's still considered under construction and sometimes he'll hire friends or family to build on it. he spends his days sitting outside of it, ranting about the government.

THIS MAN HATES THE GOVERNMENT BY THE WAY (as he should). like I remember one of the times I went, he was YELLING about shit. people will go to just rile him up cause this man will POP OFF. he also has a lot of anti government signs around his property as well.

also, colorado can frequently have fire bans because it can get incredibly dry in the summers. he's got signs about those too. he's also got your disclaimers and such as well.

oh the signs are all handmade, btw.

there are more signs, but Tumblr is only allowing me so many photos.

during the two years I lived in Colorado, I went eight times. I would've went more if I could've. the over all energy from there is insane. love talking and listening to Jim's insane rants, his grandkids sometimes run the gift shop and they're always nice. this man is absolutely batshit but we got a really cool castle out of it. he also prides himself and calls it "a working class made attraction for the working class" if you're ever in Colorado, especially near Rye, go visit it. the drive up there is beautiful, the place is stunning, and it's a free attraction, so definitely worth it.

tho if you go, be careful. shit gets a little rickety once you hit the third floor. walk carefully and don't even think about running. you can go even higher as there are walk ways and stuff around the outside and to the towers. there are signs when you reach this point that warn you to progress as your own risk (I'd post it if I could stuff more pics in here). I've never reached the very top bc I'm so scared of heights but I want to be able to do it one day. i haven't been in a few years because I moved, but hell yeah I'd go again.

I could talk more about it but this is already insanely long. definitely look into it, it's so worth it. and thank you for asking so I can unleash this verbal vomit 🙏

ALSO YES. THE DRAGON HEAD CAN BREATHE FIRE 🔥🐲🔥🐲

[pixeldistractions]

Seven Sins Challenge: Which of your OCs fits pride, greed, wrath, envy, lust, gluttony and sloth. Then pass it on...

Ooh, thank you @treason-and-plot for this ask! This was incredibly fun to think about!

These definitions are from Wikipedia, and I put them here mainly for my own purposes, because I wanted to make sure I understood them right.

Sorry, this got long! I added pictures! 😁

Pride— “Pride is the opposite of humility.” 

Fiona’s lifetime wish is world domination, so, yeah, lol!

She thinks of herself as basically godlike, which is the opposite of humility. Funny that it sounds like pride is considered to be the worst deadly sin, and Fiona is the only sim in my game that I’ve deliberately given the “evil” trait. She was amusingly terrible in her younger stories, but I have some future stories of her in the coming years that are a little scary. 

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Greed— “an inordinate desire to acquire or possess more than one needs, especially with respect to material wealth.”

Lauren. I wasn’t sure whether to put Lauren for greed or envy. Both maybe? At first glance you might even think of her as prideful, but inside she is deeply insecure and desperate, so that’s not pride. She just always wants more. She even wants more of the things she already has. Like, she has a boyfriend who adores her, but she wants more of his attention and all of his time. Her parents take her on a vacation, and she asks why wasn’t it a more luxurious one? She doesn’t just want what everyone else has, she wants more and better than everyone else. So, greed wins for her. At the moment, she’s a spoiled only child and her parents enable her, but I am interested to see how her greed looks when she is an adult in the real world.

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Wrath—. "If anger reaches the point of a deliberate desire to kill or seriously wound a neighbor, it is gravely against charity; it is a mortal sin." 

Jeremiah is the only character I’ve written so far who deliberately tried to kill someone he hated, so he takes the cake! 

Runner up: Vicky has inflicted bodily harm on a few people who angered her, and I’m pretty sure she wished Lucy dead for a hot minute. No murder on her hands quite yet though, lol! 

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Envy— “sad or resentful covetousness towards the traits or possessions of someone else.”

Ingrid? Hear me out. So I was back and forth for Ingrid about whether it was lust or envy, and I settled on envy. While she doesn’t envy much in the way of possessions or material things (she’s strongly anti-capitalist in her politics), she has a very special taste for unavailable men. The way she desires these men feels like a challenge, like stealing, and that’s part of the thrill for her. She specifically desires these men because they belong to someone else. Or else she wouldn’t want them so much.

And what would she do if she actually got one? We have yet to see, because she’s still on that chase. I suspect she’d get bored and chase after a different one. Maybe we’ll find out some day.

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Lust— “intense or unbridled sexual desire, however, it could also mean other forms of unbridled desire, such as for money, or power.”

Max. He owned a brothel and several nightclubs, and he had a taste for busty blondes, not excluding his wife of 20-something years. I stopped counting how many women he’d been with. But he also lusted for money and power while climbing the ladder of organized crime, which finally landed him in jail in the end. Plenty of characters enjoy a lot of sex in my stories, but Max took his lust to the extreme, and it came back to bite him in the ass.  

Runner up for lust: Pamela. I had her in mind for greed as well. Although she craved material things and ran up the charge card to maintain a lifestyle she couldn’t afford, putting her family into massive amounts of debt, I think Pamela is mostly driven by desire and the need to be desired.

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Gluttony—“the overindulgence and overconsumption of anything to the point of waste”

Why can’t I think of anyone for gluttony? Even when taking it out of the context of eating.

How about Lauren, maybe? She doesn’t necessarily overeat, but the wiki talks about wastefulness of expensive or precious things, and I could totally see Lauren doing that. Carelessness. Like, she’d take a bite from an expensive meal and throw the rest away while someone else starves, and she’d think nothing of it.  

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Sloth— “sloth is a sin of omitting responsibilities”

Ian is my best pick for sloth. He’s quite happy to be a lazy stoner, leeching off his parents, sisters, and girlfriend. And he’s not too motivated to change that state of being. He is/was a bit academic throughout his schooling, but he also doesn’t seem motivated to put his smarts to good use. If he lived in ancient history, he would have made a great drunk philosopher. But in modern times people gotta have a paycheck and mortgage and pay taxes. Yuck. 

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Honorable mention:

Gwen needs to be on this list somewhere, but I had someone else in mind already for each item. She’s prideful, but not as evil as Fiona. Wrathful, but not as deadly as Jeremiah (I don’t think…). Greedy, but she’s not as insufferable as Lauren. Lustful, for sure. Envious, probably. She’s like a mixed bag of deadly sins, lol!  

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I want to believe this post was written with good intentions but this really is not true and it's pretty harmful to say it is. The fact is a lot of people "e-beg"/ask for money online when struggling completely genuinely and this is still true of Palestinians (and Ukranians, for that matter) as well. Because of the effort of Gazan workers and eSims efforts, Gazans do have access to internet and it is completely reasonable to assume they might actually go onto social media and ask for money given that they are trapped, without income, and need money to survive and for their families survived. And yes, given the desperate situation, they do reach out to people directly because it's much easier to get traction in donation posts if a popular person on tumblr reblogs your post.

Also, I would say most of these gofundmes are actually for people to escape Gaza, which is pretty expensive due to Egyptian border fees and due to the fact that they will have to make a life in a new country with little to nothing. Notably, I do not know of a charity that does cover these border fees or the cost of escaping, and most I know of generally cover food, medical treatment, etc, which are incredibly necessary, but it does mean that if a family is trying to escape they would have to raise the funds themselves. And even if a family is fundraising for medical costs or food, it is because what they're getting from charities, as good as the work they do, isn't enough to help them. Charities need more than money, they also need labor, and in a genocide as brutal as this one, labor is pretty tight given the IOF keeps murdering them. This means that it is absolutely crucial for people to donate to these fundraisers, as they're a cost that charities cannot cover alone.

There are definitely scams pretending to be Gazans of course, and this is something you should be careful about. A lot of people have identified scams, and I'm just gonna link my mutual's scam list that has a lot of id'd donation scams on there. But like. To say that anyone verifying Palestinian fundraisers is "in on the scam" is just..... Basically everyone I've seen who is verifying fundraisers on here (users like el-shab-hussein, nabulsi, and 90-ghost) is a pretty well established Palestinian blogger. You can check of these blogs for yourself, but they've all been on here for at least a couple of years if not ten, even more. There's a lot to indicate that they're real people, and a lot to indicate that they don't all know each other or anything, so the claim that multiple Palestinian bloggers verifying that a fundraiser is genuine is actually just because they're all "in on it" is highly unlikely. Also just saying anyone Palestinian verifying a Palestinian fundraiser is a scammer who's in on it is frankly racist. It is racist to assume every Palestinian is a scammer I'm sorry.

Anyways I have encountered my fair share of scammers on here and it is disheartening but please understand that a lot of the Gazan people you see fundraising here and online in general are real, and it may be disheartening to know about how many people need help but you're certainly not helping by calling people desperate to escape genocide scammers.

I don’t know who needs to hear it but if you get an ask that’s like “hello from [insert country having some serious troubles that the world cares about presently] because of all the war in my country my family is struggling. Could you spread this for awareness and send me money? We’d greatly appreciate it.” It’s a SCAM

ITS A SCAM

It’s still a scam if “people” “verify” it’s real. The “people” verifying are either the same person sending the ask or accomplices.

Don’t send your money to random people on the internet like that. Donate to organizations you’ve done research on to ensure the money is going to helping people.

I have seen this ask dozens of times and it’s almost always the same exact wording, right down to the excessive use of emojis. Last year all these “people” (scammers) were from Ukraine, now they’re from Gaza/Palestine. They’re SCAMMERS. There’s no telling where they’re really from but they aren’t real. If you want to help people in hardship, your money will actually be put to good use if you donate to a nonprofit organization (that you’ve researched) or if you go to go fund me. Just make sure you do a little digging there, too. Sending money to scammers just encourages the gross scamming behavior.

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Car Donation Charities Explained: How Your Vehicle Can Help Nonprofits

Donating your car to charity is a simple yet powerful way to support causes you care about. Many people are unaware of how car donation charities work and the incredible impact they can have on both nonprofits and communities in need. In this blog, we’ll break down the process of car donation, how it benefits various charitable organizations, and why it’s a great option if you’re looking for a meaningful way to give back.

What Are Car Donation Charities?

Car donation charities are organizations that facilitate the donation of vehicles, including cars, trucks, RVs, and even boats, to raise funds for nonprofit causes. These charities either sell the donated vehicles at auction or recycle them for parts, using the proceeds to fund their programs. Many car donation charities partner with towing companies to make the donation process easy and hassle-free for donors.

It’s important to note that not all car donation programs are directly run by the charities themselves. In many cases, third-party organizations handle the logistics, from picking up the vehicle to selling it, and then donate a portion of the proceeds to the chosen charity. This model allows charities to focus on their core mission while still benefiting from the donations.

How Car Donations Help Nonprofits

Financial Support for Charities

Nonprofits often operate with tight budgets, and every bit of funding makes a difference. By donating your car, you provide charities with a valuable resource that can be converted into much-needed financial support. The proceeds from selling the car can go directly into funding critical programs, such as healthcare services, educational initiatives, environmental conservation, or homeless outreach. Many charities rely on these donations to sustain their operations and expand their reach.

Expanding the Charity’s Reach

Beyond financial benefits, car donations can help charities broaden their visibility and impact. When organizations advertise their car donation programs, they reach a wider audience, including individuals who may not have considered donating cash but are willing to part with an unused vehicle. This allows charities to engage with new supporters and potentially build long-term donor relationships.

Personal Benefits of Donating a Car

Tax Deductions

One of the most appealing personal benefits of donating a vehicle is the tax deduction. When you donate your car, you may be eligible for a tax deduction based on the value of the vehicle or its sale price. To maximize this benefit, it’s crucial to follow IRS guidelines and keep the appropriate paperwork, such as the receipt from the charity and the sale details of the vehicle.

A Convenient Way to Give Back

Donating a car is a great way to give back to the community, especially if you have an old or unused vehicle taking up space. Many car donation charities offer free towing services, so you won’t have to worry about the logistics of getting the vehicle to the donation center. This is a convenient alternative to selling the car yourself, saving you time and effort.

No Need to Pay for Repairs

Many people hold onto old cars because they think they need to invest in repairs before selling them. With car donation, there’s no need to spend money on repairs or worry about the car’s condition. Most charities accept vehicles in various states, whether they’re running or not. Donating your car as-is can save you the expense and hassle of trying to fix it up before passing it along.

How to Choose the Right Car Donation Charity

With many car donation programs available, it’s important to select the right charity to ensure your vehicle has the maximum impact. Here are a few tips to help you choose the best option:

Research the Charity: Look into the charity’s mission, track record, and how they use donations. Make sure they align with your values and have a clear plan for using the proceeds from your car donation.

Check for Transparency: Reputable car donation programs are transparent about how much of the proceeds go directly to the charity versus administrative costs. Choose a program that ensures the majority of the funds go to the cause.

Verify Tax Deduction Eligibility: To receive a tax deduction, the charity must be a registered 501(c)(3) nonprofit. Check with the IRS to confirm the organization’s status.

Environmental Benefits of Car Donations

Another often-overlooked benefit of donating your car is the positive environmental impact. Many vehicles that are no longer functional can be recycled or sold for parts. This reduces the environmental footprint associated with junkyards and abandoned vehicles, while also ensuring that useful parts are repurposed. Donating your vehicle is a responsible way to dispose of an old car while contributing to a greener planet.

Final Thoughts

Donating a car to charity is more than just a way to get rid of an old vehicle—it’s a powerful way to make a difference. Car donation charities use these donations to fund programs that support a wide range of causes, from providing healthcare to preserving the environment. In return, you’ll enjoy personal benefits like tax deductions, a convenient donation process, and the satisfaction of knowing you’ve helped support important nonprofit work. If you’re looking for a meaningful and easy way to give back, donating your car is an excellent option.

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Best NGO Donations in India

In a world where poverty and inequality continue to affect millions, every little bit of help can make a massive difference. Contributing to NGOs is one of the most impactful ways to support those in need. Your donations can provide food for the hungry, healthcare for the sick, education for children, protect the environment, and uplift women. Here's how you can make your donations count by supporting these key areas.

1. Donate Food: Helping Fight Hunger

Hunger is a major issue across India, with countless families struggling to get even one proper meal a day. One of the easiest and most effective ways to help is by donating food through NGOs that focus on feeding the poor. By donating food, you're not only filling someone's stomach but also giving them the strength to face another day.

Supporting a charity trust that focuses on food distribution ensures that your contributions reach those who need it most. Whether it's daily meals for children or monthly ration kits for families, your donation can save lives and make a big difference.

2. Healthcare: Giving the Gift of Good Health

Access to proper healthcare is a dream for many people in rural areas and underprivileged communities. Medical treatments, vaccinations, maternal care, and basic healthcare are essential but often out of reach for many. NGOs working in the healthcare sector step in to fill this gap, providing free medical camps, mobile health units, and preventive care.

When you donate to healthcare causes, your money can help provide life-saving treatments to those who can’t afford them. And the best part? These contributions often qualify as tax-exempt donations, meaning you can support a great cause while benefiting from donation tax deductions.

3. Education: Empowering the Next Generation

Education is key to breaking the cycle of poverty. Unfortunately, many children, especially in rural areas, don't have access to proper schooling. By donating to NGOs focused on education, you’re not just giving a child a chance at a better future—you’re changing their entire life.

Whether it's by sponsoring school supplies, funding scholarships, or supporting educational infrastructure, your donation helps shape the next generation of leaders. And remember, donations for educational causes are often eligible for tax deductions, giving you even more reason to give.

4. Environment: Protecting Our Planet for Tomorrow

The environment is another area where NGOs are doing incredible work. From tree planting initiatives to campaigns against pollution and deforestation, there are so many ways you can contribute to keeping our planet healthy. NGOs that work on environmental conservation also help educate communities about sustainability, teaching them to protect natural resources.

When you donate to these causes, you’re not just protecting the environment for today—you’re safeguarding it for future generations. Every little bit helps in the fight against climate change and environmental degradation.

5. Women Empowerment: Creating Stronger Communities

Empowering women is crucial for building stronger, more resilient communities. NGOs focused on women empowerment work to provide education, job training, healthcare, and protection against gender-based violence. By supporting these NGOs, you help women gain the confidence and skills they need to lead independent, successful lives.

Whether you donate funds, donate clothes, or volunteer your time, your contribution can uplift women and transform entire communities. Supporting women empowerment leads to better outcomes for families, and ultimately, for society as a whole.

6. Tax-Exempt Donations: Make Your Contribution Count

One of the best parts about donating to registered NGOs in India is that your contributions are eligible for tax benefits under Section 80G of the Income Tax Act. This means your donations can qualify for a donation tax deduction, reducing your taxable income while helping others. Whether you donate towards food, healthcare, education, or women empowerment, your generosity is rewarded both morally and financially.

Why Choose the Shrimati Anitadevi Foundation?

At the Shrimati Anitadevi Foundation, we are dedicated to making a real difference in the lives of underprivileged communities. From providing food and healthcare to empowering women and promoting education, our mission is to uplift those who need it most. By donating to our foundation, you can be sure that your contributions will be used to create lasting change.

How You Can Help

Your donations—whether large or small—can make an enormous impact. You can donate food, support healthcare initiatives, fund education for children, or contribute to women empowerment programs. No matter where your passion lies, there is a cause that needs your support.

If you're looking to make a meaningful contribution, consider donating to organizations like the Shrimati Anitadevi Foundation. Not only will you be helping to improve the lives of those in need, but you will also benefit from tax-exempt donations. It's a win-win situation—help others and make your contribution count towards tax savings.

Donating to causes like these isn’t just charity—it’s an investment in a better future for everyone. Whether it's ensuring a child gets their next meal, providing medical care to a sick family member, or empowering women to lead better lives, your donations can be the spark of hope and change. Start today, and be a part of the solution.

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Mr VicBear raises $7,000 in Underwear Auction for Pride Foundation Australia

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Mr VicBear raises $7,000 in Underwear Auction for Pride Foundation Australia

As part of his fundraising for Pride Foundation Australia, Mr VicBear 2024 Joenas Galinato raised $7,000 with an underwear auction.

When Joenas won the title of Mr VicBear in January, he chose to support Pride Foundation Australia because of the way they lift up those further marginalised in our communities.

“I was working with people who were homeless and refugees, many of whom were LGBTQIA+.”

“And their situation was one I empathized with,” Joenas told us.

“Having faced discrimination in their home countries, they carry that trauma with them as they adjust to life in a new country.”

“As an immigrant myself, I understand how hard it is to find your footing in a new country.”

“And it is especially hard for them when they don’t have a home or a sense of security.”

“I was drawn to Pride Foundation Australia’s funding programs that specifically helped refugees and asylum seekers.”

“This helps them settle and navigate everyday challenges that most of us take for granted.”

“Like opening a bank account or getting a driver’s license.”

Pride Foundation Australia provides funding for projects that address the systemic disadvantage of LGBTQIA+ communities and individuals.

“Our funding through a variety of initiatives focuses on groups and individuals that don’t normally get a look in.” Ayan from PFA told us.

“Such as people in rural and regional communities, trans folk, indigenous LGBTQ+ folk, refugees and others.”

“We essentially provide funding at various levels  for a variety of groups and individuals to do what they need to do.”

“So they can build capacity and to build initiatives around their wellbeing and success.”

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Putting the fun in fundraising

As part of his fundraising efforts for Pride Foundation Australia, Joenas ran a Charity Auction where members of the community auctioned off their undies.

“I chose the underwear auction because it is something that hadn’t been done in a long time.” Joenas said.

“Everyone loves a cheeky way to fundraise and I knew there was still a big demand for this in the community.”

“Lets face it, the kink around sniffing worn underwear is still a thing with some.”

“I’ve had my own underwear sniffed before, so I thought it would be a fun and effective way to raise funds.”

As well as a silent auction the night saw Laird Leatherman Jay and Rogan Richards amongst step up for the bidding.

They wore the underwear during the week and got ready for a fun night of fundraising.

Even audience members got in on the action, with Kurt volunteering the undies he walked in with to help raise funds.

“I wanted to help so I just dove in. The community has supported me so I wanted to support my community.” Kurt said.

“I just had the pair of undies I was wearing on the night but I figured you get what you get and you don’t get upset.”

When the final tally was announced at the end of the night, everyone was blown away by the amount.

From the live and silent auction including tickets at the door, $7,000 was raised for Pride Foundation Australia.

“I almost cried when the amount was announced!”

“I couldn’t believe I was capable of organizing such a big event and raising well above my target,” Joenas said.

“This was my first time planning something on this scale, so it was a huge learning curve for me, but also incredibly rewarding.”

“Knowing that the money will go towards a cause I committed to support when I won Mr VicBears makes it all the more special.”

Every bit counts to make an impact

“Jonas did a great job and the night was amazing.” Ayan told us.

“The room itself was so welcoming and inclusive. It was a lot of fun.”

“The generosity from everyone was so palpable.”

“The reaction to Jonas as he shared his story from the crowd was beautiful.”

“Plus the amount of funding that people gave was phenomenal.”

“I don’t think any of us expected it to get to that level.”

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“On the night people were asking me what this money will mean?” Ayan told us.

“We give out thousand-dollar grants, and that means we can give out seven of them.”

“This money enables support for seven different individuals or groups and communities all over Australia.”

“This is going to be a huge makes a huge impact. For some organisations, a thousand dollars is not a lot.”

“But for others, it’s the difference between actually being able to run an event or setting up a queer group in a school or community centre and build visibility in a place where they haven’t had any.”

“Being part of the bear community has given me a strong sense of belonging,” Joenas told us.

“I’ll continue to share my story with LGBTQIA+ refugees and asylum seekers, especially those struggling with their identity or sexuality.”

“I hope that my journey can inspire them to embrace who they are and find community like I have.”

Find out more about Pride Foundation Australia here.

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