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If the mission was “you better come before I get there” then I fucking succeeded 💦 The soft neck kisses UGHHHHHH

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anon you are going to cause the end of the world bc i’m about to nuke it like THAT SHOULD BE ME AHHHHGGGGHGG

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Any chance for girlfriend!reader with Mick, where he takes her to a WEC race for the first time? sorry if too broad

So Romantic (Mick Schumacher X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Random Drivers

Requested: Clearly (I LOVE THIS AND I DONT WRITE HIM MUCH)

Warnings: Kinda mentioned fear of heights, proposal (ahh commitment!)

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1615

Summary: Mick is so romantic during the 24 Hours of Le Mans.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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You didn’t know what to expect when you agreed to go to an endurance race with Mick. Then, he asked you to come for the 24 Hours of Le Mans, and it suddenly became astronomically more stressful. 

You didn’t know anything about endurance racing other than the fact they it was longer-form racing and they change drivers at certain points. 

You didn’t know what would happen in between Mick’s stints or what you would be doing while he’s in the car. 

You walked into the paddock with Mick’s hand in yours as your eyes darted around. You wanted to see everything there was to see.

“Anything you’re looking forward to seeing?” Mick asked as he watched with amusement at your sparkling eyes, taking in everything.

“I heard Kool & The Gang and The Avener are playing during your stint, I think, so I might have to break out of the pits to go see that show,” You replied quickly as you started ranting about all of the things you wanted to see. “I also saw that there’s a Ferris wheel! We should totally do that when you’re not busy. It would be so romantic.”

“Oh, so romantic,” Mick added with a smirk as he led you to the Alpine motorhome, where you could drop off your backpacks for the night.

“Right!” You shouted before plopping onto one of the couches in the driver’s room. “And there’s other games I saw, so if I get bored in the garage, I might just sneak out.”

“And stop supporting me?” Mick gasped in mock offense as he sat beside you and threw his arm over your shoulders. “How dare you.”

“I will literally be wearing your name on my back,” You deadpanned, “And it’s not like you would want me to be too bored, now would you?”

“Oh, definitely not,” Mick played along, leaning his head against yours. “What else are you planning?”

“I could try to jump into commentary, see if they let me,” You started listing off on your fingers, “There’s an esports competition. I think I could channel my inner Schumacher and wipe the floor with the competition.”

“You’re basically a Schumacher at this point,” Mick interrupted. You paused, looking between him and your left hand suspiciously. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to find this ring on my finger, but oh, wait!” You joked before gasping and turning to face Mick completely, “You haven’t proposed yet! That’s crazy, don’t you think?”

“I’m working on it, trust me,” He chuckled, rolling his eyes. It had become a running joke recently since Gina’s wedding. 

You had caught the bouquet and looked straight over to Mick. You weren’t even trying to catch it, opting to stand off to the side, but when the other bridesmaids started jumping for it, the bundle of flowers just found its way into your arms. You weren’t even paying attention until you suddenly felt something in your hands, and the way you lit up before running over to show Mick is something he will never forget. Ever since that moment, you began jokingly pestering Mick about it.

Mick would never tell you that he already had a plan and a ring. That would ruin the surprise.

The rest of the day was dedicated to media and practice for the most part. You explored the grounds while Mick had to go be the public figure and athlete that he is, and it flew by. You checked out the museum, ate some local cuisine, and went to a concert in between hyperpole sessions.

By the time Saturday came, you felt like the only thing you were missing was the Ferris wheel, so you dragged Mick to the track slightly earlier than he needed to be. You had your heart set on going on that Ferris wheel with him, and what better time than when the Road to Le Mans race was going on?

“I don’t think we have time,” Mick said, dragging his feet lightly as you continued pulling him toward the giant wheel. “Do we even have tickets?”

“I’m not an amateur!” You gasped, stopping suddenly and looking back at him. “I come prepared. I already paid.”

“I would have paid. You don’t need to spend money on me,” Mick immediately said as the two of you approached the Ferris wheel. “I’ll pay you back.”

“Just us ice cream or something after the ride,” You dismissed as you handed the attendant your tickets and climbed into the basket. You sat down and looked to see Mick standing back with the attendant for a second, so you held out your hand for him. “You coming or what?”

Mick looked at you in disbelief before shaking his head with a small laugh. He carefully stepped into the basket and sat across from you while the attendant closed the basket off and stepped back over to the control panel. Behind you, the attendant sent Mick a quick wink before sending the two of you off.

“Why’d you choose to sit across from me?” You pouted, glaring at him as you went up. “I don’t bite.”

“That’s a lie, and you know it,” Mick said while pointing at you. 

“It’s my love language! What can I say?” You defended as you put your hands up in defense. “I just love you so much. I can’t express it any other way!”

“You’re crazy,” Mick said with a shake of his head. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“You’re right,” You agreed as you reached to grab his hand. “I am pretty lucky. I mean, you could’ve chosen anyone, and you chose me!”

“I would choose you a hundred times over if it meant I would be here with you,” Mick flirted shamelessly as he kissed the back of your hand.

“Oh my gosh,” You replied bashfully, “You’re making me blush. You’re so romantic!”

“All part of the plan,” Mick joked back. 

“El plan?” 

“Not that one.”

“Oh,” You muttered, thinking for a second before you felt the basket jolt to a stop. “What was that? What was that? What was that?”

“Calm down,” Mick tried to say as he grabbed both of your hands. “That is the worst thing to say to me right now,” You interrupted as you looked wide-eyed at Mick. “I didn’t realize I was afraid of heights until getting stuck at the top of a Ferris wheel.”

“Hey, just look at me for a second,” Mick comforted as he moved over to the other side to sit next to you. He kept one of your hands in his while he wrapped the other over your shoulder and pulled you into his chest. “Just look out for a second.”

The sun was high in the sky, the cars were flying across the track, and the horizon was different from what you expected. You could hear the fans below cheering, some were winning the games, and some were shouting for their favorite drivers. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced, and of course, Mick was there with you.

“It’s amazing,” You said slowly as you let your eyes roam around. “Thank you for letting me be here with you.”

“Always,” Mick said quietly before moving back to the other side of the basket. At least that’s what you thought, but he stopped and kneeled just in front of you. “For the record, I don’t want this to be your only Le Mans. I want to take you to every race…every event, every city, every chaotic, loud, beautiful moment that comes with this life. You are my whole world, and I can’t see myself going anywhere without you.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” You said in a higher-pitched voice as you flailed your hands a bit and looked up so the tears wouldn’t fall.

“I’m saying that you make all of this worth it,” He continued, grabbing one of your hands tightly as he reached back into his pocket slowly. “You make the wins feel better, the long flights shorter, and the losses less depressing. Truly, I knew I was going to marry you back when we first got together, but seeing you light up at Gina’s wedding solidified it for me.”

“You’re kidding me,” You whispered, covering your mouth with one hand as you squeezed his hand tighter while a couple of happy tears escaped your eyes.

“I think that leaves only one thing left for me to say,” Mick dragged on before slowly pulling the ring box out and holding it to you. “Will you marry me?”

“You’re so romantic, oh my gosh,” You cried, throwing your arms over him and dropping to the floor of the basket with him. You gave up trying to stop yourself from crying as you hid your face between his shoulder and neck. You nodded, suddenly unable to say anything else as you struggled to catch your breath.

“Hey, breathe please,” Mick chuckled, moving to pull you out of his shoulder. “Would putting the ring on make you breathe normally?”

Immediately, you started shaking your head as you took some deep breaths. Mick shook his head before lifting you to sit back on the seat. Then, he slipped the ring onto your ring finger. You didn’t even look at it before leaning forward to kiss him.

“How long have you had this planned?” You asked as you pulled Mick’s hand, so he would sit with you. You kept hold of his hand, moved it to wrap around your shoulder, and leaned onto his shoulder as the Ferris wheel started moving again.

“Honestly, since we got on the ride,” Mick admitted, “That’s what I was telling the attendant.”

~~~~~

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an out there request ~ matthew lillard & skeet ulrich

word count: 4740

request?: yes!

“hi hi hiiiiii, i wanted to start this off with saying am in love with you. like your writing? perfection. the fact you do this for all of us? so gorgeous. this one is weird? kinda, maybe. skeet ulrich x matthew lillard x reader, current time. you go to that convention where you talk and meet them, and you got the thing where you can go back and get a picture with them. you ask them (as respectfully as possible lol) if the pose you guys can do is eiffel tower (your head in one of their crotches and your ass in the others crotch). they’re like shocked and stuff (idk why but i see the reader pulling out their id and being like trust me, i’m of age). banter and them agreeing to it, then when you leave you notice something in your pocket, like a note or something saying one of their room number and smut ensues. thank you”

description: after she makes a lucrative pose suggestion for a picture, she doesn’t expect for that pose to become a reality

pairing: matthew lillard x female!reader x skeet ulrich

warnings: rpf, swearing, smut (threesome, fingering, oral f & m receiving, praise, p in v (protected), multiple orgasms)

masterlist (one, two, three)

I grinded my teeth as the person ahead of me went in for their photo ops. I should’ve been excited. I was meeting two of my heroes. I had spent so much money on the passes, on the hotel and travel. I had waited ages for this day. I should’ve been beyond excited for this moment.

Except I had to ruin it with a stupid bet with my friends that would decide what pose I did for the picture.

A bet which I then lost.

I looked over to where they were waiting for me. They were snickering to themselves. I wanted to glare at them, but my nerves and mortification were the only emotions I could muster.

“Next.”

They waved at me, still giggling to themselves, as I walked in.

My other emotions were immediately replaced with shock when I saw Skeet and Matthew. It was almost like I was only just realizing they were real people. They were laughing when I walked in, and it really did sound like the most beautiful sound. When they saw me, they smiled and I could’ve melted into a puddle right there.

“Hey!” Matthew said first, opening his arms to hug me. I happily walked into his welcoming embrace and immediately thought, He’s just as good of a hugger as the videos make him seem.

Skeet greeted me with a hug as well. I hoped they couldn’t feel how much I was shaking, but I realized they had probably seen that multiple times already.

“Nice to meet you,” Matthew said after I pulled away from Skeet’s hug.

“I feel like I’m dreaming,” I admitted. “You guys have probably been hearing that all day.”

“Doesn’t make it any less meaningful to hear,” Skeet said.

 “Let’s pose, guys, we have a line up,” the photographer said. He sounded bored, like he was tired of having this same scene play out over and over all day.

The mention of the photo made my body tense as I remembered what pose I was meant to do. I felt my mouth dry up as I was meant to explain to my two idols what I wanted to do for our pose. They were probably going to kick me out without taking the photo. I’d probably be banned from all celebrity meet and greets for life (even though that made no sense).

They were both looking at me. I had to swallow my fear quickly and just get through this.

“Okay, so...here’s the thing.” I took a deep breath and said, “Ineedtodotheeiffeltowerpose.”

Both smiles turned to confusion.

Just say it, get it over with.

“I made a stupid bet with my friends, and I lost, so they made the decision on what pose for me to do here.” I had to force the words out, “Eiffel Tower.”

Matthew and Skeet looked at each other. My heart had started to pound so hard that my vision was blurring. I quickly fumbled for my wallet and pulled out my ID. “I’m over 18, I swear. It’s just from a bet. I tried to say no, but my friends wouldn’t let me off the hook. They said they need to see the proof too...”

I trailed off as I realized I was rambling. My face was on fire with embarrassment. I just wanted to disappear, or cease to exist. I’d never forgive my friends for ruining something so important for me. My first time meeting two people who were so important to me, and they were going to think I was a sex pest or something.

“Okay.”

I blinked. “What?”

Skeet shrugged. “A bet is a bet. I’m fine with it. How about you, Matt?”

Matthew nodded. “Let’s do it. It’ll be the most creative pose I think we’ve ever done.”

I couldn’t believe they agreed. I thought it was some kind of joke. It wasn’t until they moved to either side of me, and Skeet asked, “Which of us is where?” that I realized they were seriously doing this; I was seriously doing this.

I turned to face Matthew, with Skeet behind me. Matthew held my arms as I leaned forward, not enough for my head to fully be in his crotch but enough for the sake of the pose. Skeet put his hands on my hips, keeping a respectable distance from me as well.

“Smile,” the camera guy said.

I smiled through the burning feeling of embarrassment in my face. At the same time, I couldn’t lie and say this wasn’t a turn on. I had definitely read Stu and Billy fanfiction that included this pose, so my mind was wandering to dangerous places.

The camera flashed a few times, and then it was over. I pulled away from them very quickly, trying not to be as awkward as I felt. Matthew and Skeet hugged me again, and I thanked them for going on with my crazy request.

My friends were waiting with smirks on their faces as I walked through the exit.

“How’d it go?” one asked. “Did you do it?”

“I did,” I responded, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “I think I have to wait for the physical copies, but I can prove I did it.”

We went to the part of the photo op where the pictures are done off. My friends asked me about the experience and I relayed the entire moment to them. I thought they’d be skeptical of what I was saying, but they hung on every word I said and were just as excited as I had been during the interaction. One of them made a joke that I must’ve made Skeet hard by “shoving my ass in his crotch”, but I told her that was inappropriate and there was no way it had happened.

The photo person called my name and passed me an envelope. I pulled out the print of my photos and my friends flocked to see it. They gasped and giggled as if we were teenagers still. I couldn’t help but blush at the picture, though. I originally thought this was going to ruin my one chance at meeting my idols, but in the end it seemed like it was going to be a funny story. I may actually even frame the photo for the memory.

My friends started walking towards a booth they had wanted to visit. I trailed behind them, putting the photos back into the envelope. That’s when I felt something on the back. When I flipped the picture over, I found a Post-It note. The note read, “If you feel comfortable, meet us in our hotel room tonight”, along with an address.

My face was burning again. There was no way this was real. This could not be the actual address for the actual hotel where actual Matthew Lillard and Skeet Ulrich were staying. There was also no way that actual Matthew Lillard and Skeet Ulrich were suggesting what I think they were suggesting.

I put the picture back in the envelope and pocketed the note as I went to catch up with my friends. I could feel the weight of it in my pocket, but I kept trying to forget about it. It couldn’t be real, and if I went to the hotel I’d probably find some weirdo instead of the two men I’d expect - or hope. It’d be a bad idea to go to that address.

~~~~~~

Well, the address was a hotel at least.

I knew I was crazy for showing up here. Anything could happen to me. Anything bad. I hadn’t told my friends about the note because I knew what their responses would be, so they didn’t know I was here. It was a stupid decision all around, but the curiosity was getting the better of me.

My heart was pounding as I took the elevator up to the floor I was directed to go to. It was making my vision blurry to a point where I almost couldn’t read the numbers on the doors. I was having deja vu to meeting Skeet and Matthew earlier. I lifted my hand to knock and paused only briefly to question whether or not this was a good idea. I knew the answer was no, but there was no going back now.

When the hotel door opened, I almost passed out.

Stood there was none other than Skeet Ulrich.

He was grinning at me in a sexy way. “We were wondering if you were actually going to come.”

“Well, you can’t blame a girl for being cautious.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I figured. I told Matt the note was a little ominous, but we couldn’t exactly say anything in front of the camera guy. That’s not something we want to get out to the public.”

That just raised more questions, but I didn’t want to take up too much time just talking in the hallway. Skeet stepped aside to let me in. I was very aware of how close he was as I passed him, but I tried not to think too much about it.

I was expected a huge hotel suite since they were two big actors and all, but was pleasantly surprised to see that it was just a two bedroom, one bathroom hotel room with a small balcony. Matthew was laid back on one of the beds, watching TV. He looked up when he heard me walk in and smiled as if he was seeing an old friend. “Hey! You’re finally here!”

The reality of the situation was setting in. I was starting to feel a little lightheaded. They both must’ve noticed, or they knew how overwhelming this was going to be in general, because Skeet took my hand and guided me to the bed Matthew was sat on. Matthew sat up to put a comforting hand between my shoulder blades.

“This is a lot, we know,” he said. “You can ask whatever questions you need to ask.”

“Do I have to sign an NDA?”

I cringed at myself while Matthew and Skeet seemed amused. It definitely was not my biggest question, but it was the first one that slipped out through my filter.

“We didn’t tell either of our agents that we were doing this,” Skeet said. “So no NDAs are drafted. Is that a bad idea? Very much so, yes. But I also know our agents definitely would not want us to be doing this in general, so they’d probably try to talk us out of it instead of writing up any sort of NDA.”

“So...you’ve never done this before?”

“Not with a fan,” Skeet responded. “We have had threesomes before, but usually with girlfriends.”

“One time with a co-star,” Matthew added. “Not as awkward as most people make sleeping with a co-worker seem.”

Part of me wanted to ask which co-star, but that really wasn’t the most important thing right now. The most important question to me was, “Why me?”

The two of them shared a look. I couldn’t read what their expressions were saying, but there was definitely some shared thought process passing between them.

“Like I said, we’ve never done this with a fan before,” Skeet started. “Obviously there’s all sorts of power imbalance issues with that, and we don’t want anyone to think we’re using our star status to have sex. Because we’re not, and we don’t want that.”

“But there was something about you that made us go against that,” Matthew added.

I felt my face heating up again as I asked, “Was it the pose?”

Both men barked a laugh at the same time. I couldn’t help but smile as well. Despite the nervousness I was feeling, they were making me feel somewhat calm as well. Outside of the cameras and the long line of fans and the convention photo op, they felt like real people. Just two guys who were friends, who were asking a girl they just met for a threesome.

Okay, the nerves were back now.

“The pose definitely helped,” Matthew said. “But you are also very attractive, and you were very kind. It was hard not to think about making this proposition after you had left.”

This is a dream. I’m dreaming. I actually fainted before the photo op and now I’m dreaming.

Skeet sat down on the bed next to me. “This is all your choice. Please do not say yes just because we’re famous. If you’re uncomfortable at all, we’ll let you go. Trust us, we get that this is probably a lot to handle. Like I said, we’re not about to use our celebrity status just to get sex if you don’t want it.”

I could tell they were being sincere. I actually did have an out if I wanted one. And that was definitely comforting because I was still feeling very conflicted. None of this felt real, and I was almost inclined to turn it down just due to that fact.

But also, I had been crushing on these two actors since the first time I watched the original Scream. I had read so much fanfiction about their characters, stuff that involved situations like this. I’d been fawning over them for years. How stupid would I be if I let this opportunity pass by, even if I wasn’t able to tell anyone? Hell, I probably wouldn’t tell anyone anyways. This would be my little secret; something just for me.

Finally, I found my voice to tell them, “I want to.”

Skeet and Matthew shared a look. They had similar smirks on their faces, and I couldn’t help but wonder what I had gotten myself into.

“If you want to stop at any point you have to tell us,” Skeet said to me. “Promise us that.”

I nodded, but Skeet shook his head. “No, we have to hear you say it.”

“I-I promise I’ll tell you i-if I want to stop.”

Matthew’s voice was closer to my ear than I anticipated as he said, “Good girl.”

The combination of his words and his hot breath against my skin caused my to clench my thighs together. A whimper slipped from my lips as I felt him start to kiss against my neck. I lulled my head to the side, giving him full access to whatever he wanted, and closed my eyes to let myself get lost in the pleasure.

It didn’t take very long for me to forget the entire situation at hand. A fog of lust had washed over me enough to finally let my nerves subside. So, I wasn’t thinking much about who owned the set of hands that was unbuttoning my jeans, but rather how much I wanted them off and to feel those hands against me.

Someone - I’m assuming Skeet as I could feel Matthew’s hands against my waist - pulled my pants down my legs. Once they were gone, Matthew wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his lap. I gasped as I felt the already hard bulge in his pants against my back. He continued to kiss over my neck as one of his hands slipped under my shirt, teasing the underside of my bra, while the other made its way between my legs. My head lulled back against Matthew’s shoulder as his fingers lightly skimmed over my already damp panties.

“Already so wet,” he commented. “Just for us?”

“J-Just for you,” I moaned. I’d probably be embarrassed by how needy I was if I wasn’t so turned on.

His fingers traced over the waistband of my panties before he slipped his hand underneath them. He rubbed agonizingly slow circles on my clit while his lips still went to work on my neck. He sucked and nipped at the sensitive skin, undoubtably leaving marks I wouldn’t be able to explain. I arched my back, pushing myself further into him and his fingers further against me.

Matthew chuckled. “I think she’s eager.”

“Should give her what she wants, Matt,” Skeet said. I had almost forgotten he was there.

“Is that what you want, pretty girl?” Matthew asked me. “Do you want my fingers?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Y-Yes, please.”

“How do I say no when you’re using your manners?”

He started with just one finger, slowly pushing into me. I let out a loud moan, but quickly covered my mouth with my hand as I remembered where we were.

Skeet chuckled this time, before saying, “Be as loud as you want. There’s no one else around us. We’ll give the staff a good tip just in case there’s any noise complaints, though.”

They didn’t really give me much choice on my volume, as Matthew added another finger after stretching me out with the first, and started thrusting them in and out of me at a quick pace. The sinful sounds of squishing mixed with whatever was tumbling out of my mouth filled the room. The heel of Matthew’s hand worked against my clit, edging me closer and closer to the edge.

I opened my eyes just for a moment, and saw that Skeet was now stood in front of us. He was watching Matthew make me come undone, and I noticed he had one hand against his crotch, palming himself through his jeans. I had never thought much about threesomes before, mainly because I hadn’t ever felt confident enough to bring a third person in to the bedroom in any of my relationships. But there was something extremely hot about watching Skeet get turned on by watching Matthew and I. It turned me on more to realize I’d be getting my time with him too.

My first orgasm hit me with little warning. One second I felt it creeping up, and the next the wave of pleasure was crashing down on me. My body trembled as I leaned against Matthew for support. He slowed his fingers, letting me ride through my high. When he slipped them out of me, I whimpered from the loss of contact.

I lazily turned my head to watch Matthew bring his fingers to his lips. He slipped them into his mouth, sucking off my remaining juices.

“She tastes so good, Skeet,” he said. “You should taste her.”

I thought for a second that Skeet was going to put Matthew’s fingers in his mouth, which would’ve been extremely hot. Instead, he got to his knees on the foot of the bed where Matthew and I were sitting. Matthew let me go so that Skeet could pull me to the edge of the bed. He pulled my soaked panties off and discarded them somewhere in the room. I could feel his warm breath against my still sensitive core, sending a shiver through my body. He leaned in and licked a long, slow stripe from my hole to my clit. My body jolted at the contact, still recovering from my first orgasm.

“She does taste good,” Skeet said.

I felt Matthew’s hands on the hem of my shirt. I lifted my arms over my head to let him pull it off me. With little effort, Matthew unclipped my bra as well, and it fell to my lap. I was officially completely bare to the two of them.

Matthew stood from the bed as Skeet started kissing over my thighs. First my inner right thigh, then the left, moving slowly up to my mound, to my stomach. He took his time leaving a trail of kisses up my stomach and to my breasts. He took one of my nipples in his mouth, running his tongue over the sensitive nub, while my other nipple was pinched between his fingers. I was moaning again, my body reacting by somehow becoming even wetter between my thighs. There was still a dull ache from my first orgasm, but it was quickly going away.

I heard the rustling of clothes and opened my eyes to see Matthew undressing himself. He was unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it on the floor, and his hands had just moved to discard his own pants when he caught me looking. A sly smirk crossed his face as he winked at me. At the same time, Skeet nipped at the skin of my breast, making me yelp.

When Matthew was left in nothing but his boxers, he said, “Seems you’re the only one left completely dressed, man.”

Skeet pulled away from me. He took a moment to look over my completely naked form before looking at Matthew. “Sorry, I was enjoying myself too much.”

As Skeet started undressing himself, Matthew extended a hand to me. “Are you able to move? Or should we just take you like that?”

“How do you want me?” I asked. I was surprised with how steady and strong my voice sounded given how the two of them had somehow already managed to ruin me.

“The Eiffel Tower seems fitting.”

I couldn’t help but laugh a little. I took Matthew’s hand and he helped me get up and to my knees. Skeet had stripped down, leaving him completely naked, while Matthew was still in his boxers. “Looks like you’re the last one clothed now, Matt.”

When Matthew took his boxers off, I couldn’t help but stare at him and Skeet for a while. They were definitely both packing, which was a little intimidating. Not like I hadn’t been with well endowed men before, but still.

“Should we take our positions from the photo?” Skeet asked Matthew. “You take the front, I’ll take the back?”

“Sounds good to me.” Matthew, who was already stood near my face, reached down to cup my chin. “Are you okay with that?”

I nodded. I was glad when they didn’t try and make me verbally respond again because I was sure I had officially lost my ability to speak.

Matthew held the base of his dick, pumping it slightly, as he moved closer to me. He waited until I pulled him closer and opened my mouth to take him in, not trying to rush me or shove himself down my throat. He let me take my time, filling my mouth with as much of him as I could. I placed my tongue along the underside of his cock as I slowly slid him into my mouth. He threw his head back and let out a moan. I got as far as I could go without gagging and stayed there just long enough to adjust to having his size in my mouth. One of his hands made its way into my hair, tangling the strands around his fingers, but he didn’t start moving my head. He kept me there, letting me set the pace.

I started bobbing my head up and down, slipping him most the ways out of my mouth before sliding him all the way back in. I did it at a slow, almost teasing pace. Matthew’s hand twitched against my head, like he was restraining himself from making me go at a pace that he actually wanted. I looked up at him through my eyelashes. His head was tilted down to look at me again, but his eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly ajar in pleasure.

Skeet was watching us, fisting his own dick at the sight. I had gotten so caught up in watching Matthew as I pleasured him that I didn’t notice Skeet moving to the bed until it dipped behind me. I gasped as I felt the hot head of his cock dragging through my folds. When it nudged against my entrance, just an inch pushed inside of me, I couldn’t stop myself from moving back against him and taking the rest of him in.

“Eager girl,” he said with a chuckle. “Don’t forget about Matt.”

“I don’t mind watching her be eager for your cock,” Matthew said.

I took Matthew back in my mouth as Skeet slowly started to thrust into me. I tried to keep a steady pace with my head, but I soon found myself more focused on the pleasure from Skeet’s cock dragging against my walls than the pleasure I was supposed to be giving Matthew. I was moaning around him, which in turn was making him moan. He used my hair to guide my mouth up and down his shaft so that I didn’t have to concentrate on doing it myself.

Eventually, Skeet start to thrust a bit more rough into me so that I was moving against Matthew with each thrust. Both men were moaning and grunting in time, the noises sounding like music. My brain had been completely taken over by the lustful fog and I couldn’t think about anything but the feeling of being full with both of their cocks. Matthew’s hand tightened in my hair and I felt his cock twitching in my mouth, signaling that he was getting close.

As if also sensing Matthew’s closeness, or maybe he was also getting close himself, Skeet reached around to find my clit. He started rubbing harsh, quick circles into my sensitive nub. My arms were starting to tremble from the effort of keeping myself up, while the rest of my body was trembling with pleasure. My second orgasm was coming on and I knew it was going to hit just as hard as the first one did. I was about to take Matthew’s cock out of my mouth to tell them both I was going to cum, but Skeet began to thrust rougher into me, sending me over the edge quicker than anticipated. I cried out, mostly muffled by Matthew’s dick. Skeet thrust into me one more time, shoving me forward so that Matthew was down my throat. I felt Skeet pulsing inside of me and he let out a loud groan, meaning he had came as well. Matthew was the last of us, shooting his load down my throat seconds after Skeet had cum inside of me.

Matthew pulled out first and I swallowed him down. I lowered my front half onto the bed, finally allowing my arms some rest. Skeet took a second to ride out his own high before pulling himself out of me and letting me completely collapse on the bed. I lazily turned my head to watch as he pulled something off of his dick, and then realized it had been a condom. I hadn’t even noticed him put one on, or the feeling of a condom while we were fucking, but that made sense for him to protect himself, and me.

Matthew had gone to the hotel bathroom and came back with wash cloths for all three of us. I slowly rolled onto my back and took one from him.

“I should’ve asked before finishing in your mouth,” he said. “Sorry about that.”

I waved away his comment. “Don’t worry. You wouldn’t be the first one to cum down my throat unexpectedly, although this was definitely the better of the other times it’s happened.”

Matthew chuckled. “I can only imagine. I don’t think I want to hear those horror stories.”

“You definitely don’t want to.”

After cleaning myself up, I slowly brought myself to a sitting position. I looked around the room to see if I could find my discarded clothing, but found that all of our stuff had basically been thrown around together.

“You don’t have to get up yet,” Skeet said. “You’re more than welcome to stay for a while.”

“You guys don’t wanna kick me out right away?” I asked.

Skeet shook his head. “This isn’t that kind of situation. You can stay overnight if you want to, and then you can go again in the morning.”

“I kind of want room service,” Matthew said. He had his boxers pulled back on and was looking at the room service menu. “Are you guys hungry? We could order a feast.”

I picked my shirt up off the floor and pulled it on just to have myself clothed. I sat on the bed across from Matthew and took the room service menu to look over. Skeet, also now in his boxers, sat in the bed next to me to look at the menu over my shoulder.

No one would ever believe what happened here, but that was fine by me. I was more than okay with this being my dirty little secret, with the only evidence being the hickies on my neck and the Post-It note that was still tucked away with my picture.

[boywithpinkcarnation]

tbh kinda wanting some jealous!jb like if someone is filtering w her gf OR ESPECIALLY IF IT WAS A ANOTHER GIRL AHH THE DRAMA 🕳️🕳️

alrighty... i am in no way a writer, so this is. going to be bullet point, blurb, word vomit, unedited chaos. additionally, this is gonna be so incredibly self indulgent and catered to me so i hope it suffices for u bug 💝

frankly posting this is very scary for a little tumblr baby like myself, but i feel a need to serve my community 🫡

they style of writing and tbh most headcannons/lore is coming straight from @gingerjolover their blog is lowkey bible and they are the sweetest pookie pie ever. luv u g fr <3 like seriously i recommend you go just read through their masterlist bc this will not compare (not trying to fish here, just being very real as someone who is a like fein for fics as a source of comfort, i fear this will not fully suffice)

rpf content under the cut (no hate if that's not ur jam, just ignore me!), minors dni!!!

refering to jb's parter in this as "gf" and sense i am a selfish selfish girl in this scenerio she is roughly jb's height/a little shorter bc i am and theres no shorter than julien rep ANYWHERE

personally, i see julien as lowkey so possessive in a cutie non toxic way... and sometimes that manifests in some cutie jeleousy that gf can not get enough of. i think it obviously would come out in like flirty enviornments like bars and parties where people are loosey goosey... but sometimes it's just like and about on a normal date. here's a little thought i cooked up for like a more domestic environment jealousy:

aquairum date

the date starts out very normal, classic boyfriend!julien activities are happening

she's making sure y'all are touching at all times. like she'll die if you guys are not physically connected

i'm talking arm around your shoulder, iron grip within intertwined hands, hand in ur jean pocket 16 candles style, hand on the small of your back,,,, but i think eventually (and her favorite, albeit a little awkward) she's hugging you from behind as you walk, almost hanging on you, head perfectly slotted on your shoulder kissing your head and neck at every stop to look at the pretty fish

"jay! look at this one" "real pretty princess" *kisses your head* (its over i can'tttt)

then maybe she leaves you to go get you like a bottle of water or a jacket from the car (idk something to make you more comfortable, very "can't have my baby thirsty/cold" vibes)

then of course, you are looking so cute and so gay, a girl approaches you

you are very focused on the fish bc they are truly just so pretty (can you tell i love fish?) and only look up when mystery girl nudges you

"omg i'm so sorry" "oh uh, you're good" "sorry, i have a bit of a habit for running into pretty girls"

and your're kinda caught off guard bc like... this is an aquarium??

"haha um thank you" "so what are you doing here all alone"

mystery girl is sooo fuck boy coded just go with it

"well um my girlfr-"

julien is back behind you, re koala latching twisting open the water bottle for you and handing it to you, GLARING at this girl

"sorry it took me a second princess, who's this?"

then her grip tightens pulling you even closer to her chest

mystery girl, bless her heart, replies "we just bumped into each other. i was just letting her know how beautiful she was"

oh jb did not like that

she reaches over grabs your jaw tilting your head to the side and back to look at her

"she is beautiful. my sweet girl" and kisses you DEEPLY

and ur blushing because you know jealous/protective/possesive!julien is in the room with us now and kind of giggle out of the kiss

"well then... i should be going, sorry again for running into you"

instead of letting you respond or responding herself jb keeps your face turned and starts kissing all over ur face as you giggle letting mystery girl to just shuffle away.

for the rest of the date she is SO overly affectionate

squeezing ur hips

keeping you so close

kissing your cheek and neck as you tell her about all the fish and animals

"really baby? that's so cool" "my little biologist" "ooo princess what about these?"

it's times like these julien wishes she wore lipstick to leave a mark on your face so everyone knows

she's probably taking you to the gift shop and buying you some random thing for fun because when she's jealous she doesn't take it out on you, she's secure with you and knows you aren't doing anything but being your pretty self

in fact it just makes her softer and more affectionate

when you finally let her drag you out she had you against the car kissing you lovingly and deeply and sets her forehead against yours

"i just love you so much. my sweet girl. my priincess"

"all yours j."

note from c: i hope this is at least semi ok? literally no editing or even proof reading, just love sick delusion.

[axl-gets-creative]

inoverse au intro!

imma jst get right into it bc there isn't that much to introduce 😭

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Main characters:

Gerards character: Illi Mcmillin - transfem demigirl (other "half" is masc) - she/him - pansexual - vampire

Mikeys character: Milli Mcmillin - nonbinary - any pronouns - gay - vampire

Franks character: Phillip Lero ( I chose the lamest first name tf 💔) - agender (mainly uses masc terms) - he/it - bisexual - border collie therian

Rays character: Raymond Michael Romance (only put his middle name here for one singular purpose) - token cis 💔 - he/him - sexuality unlabeled - human 🤯

CROSSOVER EPISODE!!!!!1!!!! (All characters from other bands put into this au are FICTIONAL, in other words this isn't rpf!) (I don't have anything against rpf tho dw):

Patrick stumps [fall out boy] character: Patricia stump (girltrick 🖤) - cis girl - she/her - lesbian -sheep therian

Pete wentz's [fall out boy] character: Pete Wentz (WOAHH HOW CREATIVE TO THINK OF A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT NAME 🤯🤯🤯) - transmasc - he/him - gay - human (🤯🤯🤯)

Lindsey ways [mindless self indulgence] character: (guess what) (ur never gonna believe it) Lindsey way (DAMNNN HOW UNIQUE 🤯🤯🤯‼️🤯‼️🤯‼️‼️‼️🤯‼️🤯🤯) - demigirl (other "half" is nonbinary) - she/they - bisexual - sigh. Human.

Kittys [mindless self indulgence] character: kitty/jenny - genderqueer - xey/xem - omnisexual (female pref) - take a wild guess (xeyre a human woaggh ‼️‼️)

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Relationships for characters (gonna update when I have the chance for the newer characters)

Lil backstory:

so illi and milli were the new kids at school, illi was immediately getting pick on by kids and getting a snarky attitude from teachers for being trans. they met ray in their first class and he befriended them and tried to protect them from bullies and such so thats how those three met

they then met phillip when illi tried out for the cheer team, the girls cheer uniform was blue and the boys sports uniform was green so illi decided to do a little gender fuckery and wear a green cheer dress to represent her demigirl identity not rlly caring at the moment what people thought. UNTIL she showed up to the cheer audition and the other cheerleaders were bullying her and they were all required to do a cheer move or whatever together the girls purposely tripped her and were overall cruel to her. and phillip just so happened to be under the bleachers doing either doing school work or packing up weed to sell later (probably both) and heard the commotion and peeped out under the bleachers and saw what was going on and what's like "bitch what the fuck?? 💀" And then he was gonna say smth to try and stop the girls from hurting illi but by then she was already running out of the gymnasium and Phillip went right after her, he stopped her in the halls and he said he was sorry that happened to her and that he thought she looked good and blah blah blah SO THATS HOW THEY MET

And then some were along the line they all buddied up and yeah

THEN for the crossover au, later in the school year pete and Patricia came to the school and ofc were bullied and shit and then the illi gang spotted them both took them in and they all became buddies <3

Pete got a crush on Milli almost immediately, they each other when the illi gang chased off their bullies and he thought milli was adorable 💔 then getting to know her (hehe, genderfuckery) he was head over heels tears for fears style 🗣️🏳️‍🌈 eventually millis shy introverted gay ass warmed up to him and then the feelings were mutual yayayay!!1!!!!!1!1 (can u tell I'm losing my mind writing this shit)

As for lynz and kitty they used to go to the school but their families moved for a little while and then came back, they were dating prior to everything. When they came back they got the same fucked up treatment as they always did but this time luckily there was now a crew of outcasts just like them to gang up with! <3 Lindsey and illi met when he spotted a demigirl patch on her jacket in a coffee shop and they chatted a bit, they realized they went to the same school and started hanging out with each other and then her, kitty, and the rest of the gang all became one little coven of gay people and it's beautiful send post

OH YEAH and ofc Phillip and Pat got along like long lost twins 😭 they clocked each other's clip on tails mid convo and it's like a brainwave had connected (therian4therian besties 💔💔💔💔💔)

Anyways so basically they all just fuck around school and do whatever and have fun and maybe cause violence, yk, as one does

I WILL BE ADDING FANART AS SOON AS I CAN LOCK IN I PROMISE

[alwaysthebiggerbear]

Come Pick Up Your Ghosts - Jensen Ackles & Female Reader

Summary: Jensen left a little...something behind on his last visit when he was in town. Something you are urgently asking him to come back and retrieve so you can know peace once more.

A/N: This is my first time writing RPF. I recently saw the podcast Jensen did with Michael Weatherly (Pulling the Thread), the garage door moment, and his reaction to it was hilarious. All unbeta'd. Warnings: fear (reactionary); language; jokes of implication Word Count: 4957 dividers by @firefly-graphics

You stepped into your house, humming happily as you set your grocery bag down on the counter. You quickly rifled through the mail and stepped on the pedal of the garbage can to open the lid to toss inside whatever junk you found. When you were done, you turned to slip your keys on the keyring, only to turn back to find that the legitimate mail you had set aside on the counter was now all over the floor. 

“Dammit,” you muttered, crouching down to pick it up. When you stood back up, your grocery bag was a few inches to the left of where you had set it down and your refrigerator door was now open a crack. You glanced around, though you knew you were the only one in the house. After a moment of quiet, you shrugged and easily dismissed it. 

You began unloading the vegetables from the grocery bag, continuing to hum, and opening the fridge door wider so you could place them in the right spots. When you spun around to get more items, you nearly jumped. The mail you had organized into a neat pile was now scattered all over your counter and the grocery bag was even closer to where you were standing in shock. …what the hell?

You waited, holding your breath, but when nothing moved, you slowly let it out. You told yourself that you must have knocked into the mail when pulling the produce out of the bag and that’s what sent the envelopes flying haphazardly across the marble. You probably just didn’t notice because you were so focused on your task. And the bag…you probably moved it yourself and just didn’t remember. That tended to happen more often than not when you were on autopilot, and thoughts of something else were running through your mind. That’s all it was. Yeah.

You pulled the bag even closer to you, carefully reaching in to grab the eggs and the strawberries. You scanned the room around you one more time before loading them into the refrigerator. Just as you placed the eggs down on the proper shelf, you heard something behind you that sounded like a slow sliding. You whipped around, your heart beating fast, but you didn’t see anyone. “Hello?” You called, hoping to God someone hadn’t broken into your home. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time you would’ve had to worry about something like that.

There was no response and you slowly peeked around the open fridge door. Thankfully, no one was there and one quick scan into the hallway didn’t show anyone either. You quietly closed the door and looked around the room but there was no one to be found. You took careful steps around your counter and your eyes widened when you saw one of your drawers open and sitting there, almost fully pulled out. Now you knew what that sound before had been.

You knew for a fact that you had not opened it and there was no way it just opened on its own…right? You shook the thought from your head and decided that there must be something wrong with the drawer slides or even the drawer itself. Perhaps the warmer weather was making the wood expand and while that possible explanation really didn’t help your theory, you refused to acknowledge the logistics and chalked it up to a faulty drawer. As a matter of fact, you were going to put a call in to your construction guy as soon as you were done putting the groceries away, first thing. 

You quickly shut the drawer, nodding in approval when it didn’t open again, and turned back towards the counter. As soon as you did, your keys clattered to the floor behind you. You very slowly turned to look and sure enough, there sat your keys right on the tile floor, almost taunting you. Your eyes trailed upwards to the hook they had been hanging on. It didn’t look bent in any way and they had been sitting securely on the piece of metal because you had put them there yourself. How were you going to explain that one?

Your keys suddenly moved a few feet to the left, startling you and making you jump back. The moment you did, a huge chill went up your spine and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You froze; every one of your instincts were telling you not to turn around, not to look. But look at what? You didn’t have too much time to ponder that one, though, when your keys moved again, this time towards you. And at the same time, two envelopes fell to the ground from the counter, as if they had decided to leap from the edge. Your drawer that you had just shut then opened again, slowly. The chill was gone but now adrenaline was kicking in and your heart was hammering against your ribcage. Where there had been a whisper of fear before, now there was only irritation and it was growing. 

Immediately, you shook your head. “Nope, not happening.” You slammed the drawer shut, picked up your keys, thrust them into your pocket for now, and retrieved the runaway envelopes. When you popped back up, you gasped, seeing the fridge door that you knew you had closed now wide open. Well, that explains the chill at least.

A cabinet in the corner slowly began to open right in front of your eyes and a package of teabags you had sitting up on the highest shelf fell out onto the counter next to your stove. At the same time, the drawer you had just placed the strawberries into inside the refrigerator also slowly opened. And as if that wasn’t enough, your sink decided it wanted to join in on the party by the faucet turning on, a healthy flow of water going right down the drain.

Okay, now you were pissed. “Oh, hell no.” You moved right over to the sink and shut it off. “First of all, we are currently under a state mandate to conserve our water so there will be no more of that.” You then moved over to grab the box of tea. “Second, if you want tea,” You stood up on your toes to place it back on its shelf and then slammed the cabinet shut. “You can go make yourself a cup somewhere else.”

You suddenly heard clicking next to you and you glanced over to see a burner come to life, the knob having been turned halfway. You watched as your tea pot was then slowly moved towards the burner, stopping short by a few inches. You immediately turned the burner off and set the teapot back in its original position. “Not happening.” You then went about shutting the produce drawer, the fridge door, and you quickly put the rest of your dry groceries away before folding the bag and slipping it into another cabinet. When you turned around, now all of your mail was all over the floor and you heard a door shut somewhere inside the house, loudly, which made you jump once more. You watched as yet again, that same kitchen drawer opened. You heard the telltale clicking sound followed by the whooshing of a flame lighting the burner and sure enough, one glance over confirmed your stove had been turned back on, the knob in the exact same position as before, and so was the teapot.

You turned the stove off and then removed the knob from its stem. “Ha, good luck turning that knob now,” you muttered, completely forgetting that there were three other burners. Suddenly, another door inside the house slammed shut so loudly you were sure the house shook. That was it. You’d had enough of this shit.

You slipped your phone out of your pocket and scanned through your recent calls, clicking on the name once you found the one you were looking for. You knew exactly who was to blame for this recent amateur attempt at a new Paranormal Activity movie starring your home, a house that until two weeks ago had been perfectly peaceful and you were the only resident. You put the call on speakerphone and waited for it to connect. As you did, you then remembered the other burners and removed those knobs, too. Another door slammed shut somewhere up above. 

“Hey,” a familiar voice answered warmly after about four rings. “I was just thinking about calling you and seeing what you were up to.”

“Bro, you need to come pick up your ghosts.”

“My what?” Jensen laughed.

“You heard me.” Another door slammed. “I don’t know what the fuck you brought with you last time you were here, but you need to come get it out.”

“Oh Y/N, are you really trying to pull a prank on me right now? I mean, technically it is your turn, I guess.”

Yet another door slammed, loud enough that you knew Jensen heard it, too. “Does it sound like I’m joking around? Seriously, come pick this shit up and bring it back to Connecticut where it belongs. Or I will never let you come back here, I swear.”

“Never?” He teased.

“Not even if you show up with pizza and twizzlers.” Your own two versions of Kryptonite that he knew well.

“Okay, first, I will never buy you Twizzlers, that crap is disgusting. Red vines only. Second, you absolutely would let me in if I showed up with a pizza, who are you kidding?”

You mulled it over for a moment, ignoring another slam upstairs. He had you there. “You’re missing the point.”

You could hear him snickering on the line and you glared at your phone, knowing full well he couldn’t see you but hoping like hell that he could feel the laser death eyes you were giving him. “And the point is?”

Suddenly, footsteps started stomping around above your head, catching your attention. “The point is, you brought something here when you visited and you need to come get it.” Another slam. “This is exactly why you should have let me smudge you before you walked in by the way.”

“Smudge me? Okay now you’re starting to sound like Danneel.”

“You know what? You’re right. I should have called her. At least she would believe me and take this seriously.” More stomping around above followed by another slam. Jesus H. Christ, had he brought some sort of bratty overdramatic energy with him this time? If you didn’t know any better, you could swear there was a teenager wreaking havoc in the upper level of your home, throwing a fit because you had the nerve to tell them no. You were almost at the point that you were ready to tell your construction guy when you called him that he also needed to remove all of the doors inside the house. Before they or their frames were ruined by the force of the consistent slamming. 

“Take it seriously? Y/N,” You heard him lower his voice. “Ghosts aren’t real. I’ve told you that. The stories we tell at the cons are just that. People love to hear it and that’s why we talk about it. But it’s not actually real.”

Before you could respond, a loud shrill of a female scream sounded throughout the house, making you jump a few feet in the air. Well, that answered that question about the supernatural teenage temper tantrum currently being thrown.  

“What the fuck? Y/N, was that you? Are you okay?” His voice raised in volume near the end and you could hear the worry clear as day. 

Okay, yeah, you were done. You pulled your keys from your pocket. “That wasn’t me,” you assured him. 

“Thank God,” he muttered. “Do you have the TV on or something?”

Rolling your eyes, you didn’t even bother answering that one. He obviously didn’t believe you. “I’m getting the fuck out of here. And I’m not coming back until you take this shit back with you or I get a priest to remove it or something.”

“You could always call that Zak guy.” He was making fun of you; the asshole had brought some pissed off bratty ghost to your home and he was making fun of you. 

“So I can then be told that I’m possessed by a dark energy and there’s demons hanging out in my guest room upstairs, chilling and watching Amazon Prime on my dime? No thanks.” You hurried to the back door but froze when another scream ripped through the house, sounding absolutely furious. The sound made your blood run cold.

This time, the amusement and teasing were no longer in Jensen’s tone. “Okay, you need to tell me what’s really going on over there. That sounded serious. Y/N, if this is a prank, I swear—”

“It’s not a fucking prank,” you hissed quietly, glancing back towards the hallway. The sounds had all come to a halt and there was nothing now but an ominous silence. 

“Why are you talking so quietly? Is someone—”

“Shhh!” 

You waited for the other shoe to drop. Without thinking about it, you began facetiming, pointing the phone towards the doorway of the kitchen. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Jensen trying to determine what he was looking at, all traces of his earlier humor gone. 

“Y/N,” he asked quietly. “What am I looking for? Do you need me to call the police?”

You shushed him again, waiting, your gaze focused on the hallway that led to the stairs. Something didn’t feel right. There was no way everything just came to a halt, not after that flurry of activity. Sure enough, you heard a sound that sent chills throughout your body and ice through your veins, leaving you frozen in fear. Loud footsteps slowly started coming down the stairs. So loud that even Jensen heard them. 

But you were so terrified you barely heard Jensen telling you to get out of the house now. You also didn’t notice how badly your hand was trembling, causing the picture on your phone to tremble along with it.  

You had wondered earlier if someone had broken into your home and here you were about to find out but… Things moving around in front of you that you couldn’t explain was one thing. The stove being turned on, doors being slammed, and angry screams were another (though that would be enough to be anyone’s breaking point). But actual fucking heavy footsteps making their way toward you…no, fucking no.

When the footsteps came to the last stair and then stopped, your heart stopped along with it. Even Jensen had gone quiet, either waiting with you to see what would happen or refusing to give away your position to whoever he thought was in your house. The terror you felt was unlike anything you had ever experienced. Every cell in your body screamed at you to get out of there, telling you there was danger, but you couldn’t move. You were even holding your breath, not wanting to make a sound.  

Just then, heavy footsteps started rushing right at you and you shrieked, bolting out of the house. Just as you made it down the porch steps, the door slammed shut behind you, making you jump once more. You spun around to see if anyone had followed you but there was no one. 

“Y/N, are you okay? Hey, talk to me! Are you alright?” Jensen sounded desperate. “That’s it, I’m calling the cops.”

“Don’t! Just g-give me a second,” you rushed out, still trying to catch your breath. You lifted the phone back up, pointing it in the direction of your back door. You leaned forward a little bit, still trying to see if there was anyone when suddenly the door flew open.

“Y/N, get out of there now!” 

You didn’t hear anything else Jensen had to say because your eyes were wide at what you were seeing. No one was standing there and no one was hiding behind the wall because you had windows that could see into the kitchen. And what you saw was making your brain want to shut down. All of the cabinets were open and objects from inside were flying out at an alarming rate. You heard glasses and plates breaking, crashes, thuds — the works. Your fridge doors blasted open and things were being thrown out into the room. There went the strawberries you just bought, the vegetables, the eggs....every single item inside was now somewhere on your kitchen floor. Then the envelopes from earlier were tossed out onto the porch in your direction as well as the teapot and burner knobs from your stove. An angry scream resounded in the kitchen before the back door slammed shut once more.  

Seeing the knobs suddenly brought you back into the moment and your brain started to work again. Now that you were safely out of the house, your irritation returned with a vengeance. “You want to be like that?” You yelled at the house. “Fine! You pay the fucking mortgage then!”

Another scream sounded but instead of being scared, you waved a dismissive hand at the house and stormed towards your car. You got in and placed the phone into its cradle on the dash, turning the lens around so Jensen could see you. Relief began to wash over his features when he did, though he seemed a little paler than normal. Whether that was because of what he’d just seen along with you or the fury he now saw in your expression, you couldn’t be sure. And truthfully, you didn’t give a shit; you were pissed.

“Are you okay?” He asked as you started the engine.

“Am I okay?” You growled. “I have a squatter ghost who just took over my home, one you brought there when it hitched a ride from your haunted mansion so no, Jensen, I am not okay.” You buckled your seatbelt and then backed out of your driveway. “That is the absolute last time I let you inside my house.” Remembering his teasing from minutes before, you quickly added, “And all of the pizza in the goddamn world is not going to change my mind.”

“Not even if I was willing to buy Twizzlers just this once?”

You shot him a glare and he laughed though it sounded like a mixture of relief and nervousness. He had seen everything you had seen through that window; there was no denying that, though he might still try. And while you could understand he was trying to make you feel better by making light of the scary situation you had just been in, that didn’t take away from the fact that this was all his fault. You had told him to state firmly to the ghosts at his place that they weren’t allowed to follow him when he called to tell you a few weeks back that he had a con near your area so he’d be dropping by to visit. And what had he done? Rolled his eyes, laughed at your expense, and told you that he wasn’t doing that. After all, ghosts aren’t real. Even when Danneel had told you about the strange events happening the last time you visited them at their new home, Jensen had simply shook his head and rationalized every single occurrence she had mentioned. He didn’t believe in that paranormal stuff. An odd statement for a man who had spent fifteen years fighting a fictional version of almost every mythical supernatural creature there was from folklore. He had given you a mock glare when you pointed that one out and then he promptly changed the subject. 

And then the asshole (affectionate) just had to keep his word, stopping by to say hi while he was in town for a convention and bringing the aforementioned pizza along with some of his beer for a Top Gun marathon, and now you were out of a home. At least until you could get the place exorcized or cleansed or ghost-bombed or something. And that didn’t even include the huge mess you were going to have to clean up, the repairs your construction guy was going to have to make...all because he refused to humor you. Even if he thought you were a fries short of a Happy Meal when it came to this subject, you wished he would just listen to you. Just. Once.

“Look, I’ll find a local cleaning crew and get it all cleaned up.” You must have said that last part aloud without realizing it. “Where are you headed right now?”

“Where else? I’m looking for a church.” You came to a stoplight, turning your right blinker on as you waited for the color to change.    

“I still don’t—”

“Jensen, I swear, if you tell me you still don’t think ghosts are real and that you didn’t bring anything to my house after I specifically asked you not to…” You trailed off, unable to continue speaking because you were so pissed off. You had dishes, cups, and glasses to replace. You had to have all of your doors, their frames, your drawers and cabinets looked at. Based on what you had seen, your kitchen could be flooded in your absence or your house could burn down somehow. You were incredibly pissed — absolutely furious.

“Alright, I’m sending you a care package of Twizzlers,” he decided. “I think they even have Twizzler bouquets actually.” As if that would suddenly make everything okay in your world.

“Better not send it to the house. That is one thing I refuse to give up to the supernatural. Besides, are you seriously trying to bribe me with candy right now?”

“Uh, is it working?” 

Your jaw tightened. “There better be a lot and they better be huge.” 

A smirk settled on his face. “When you say huge—”

“Don’t,” you cut off the inevitable dirty joke. “I still have yet to decide whether I forgive you after being chased out of my house by a ghost who then proceeded to break all of my shit. A ghost that you brought there may I continue to remind you.”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?” He muttered. At your sharp glare, he suddenly changed his tune. “Okay, what can I do? Who do you want me to call? Do you want me to have my people reach out to the Zak guy and his people and put you in touch with his crew? Because I will if that’s what you want me to do.”

“Nope. I want you to say it.”

“Say what?”

“You know.” You quickly arched an expectant brow at him. “It’s the only thing that’s going to make me feel better right now.”

“Yeah, I’m not saying that.”

You heaved a long sad sigh for dramatic effect, shaking your head as you prepared to lay it on thick. “You don’t want to make me feel better? After everything I just went through because of you? That is a crying shame. C’est la vie. We had a good run, you and I. You had a genuine ROD right here.” You held a hand over your heart.

“Alright, alright,” he groaned. “Cut the dramatics. You’d think you were the one acting for a living.”

You gave him a triumphant smirk. “Say it.”

This time, he was the one who sighed heavily. “Are you sure the Twizzlers aren’t enough?”

“Nope.”

“Even if I get you one of those huge boxes from Amazon?” He asked knowingly. “And the rainbow ones?” Dammit. He knew you only too well.

“I’m still not letting you off the hook but like I said before, it better be a big one after the paranormal meltdown that just happened. We’re talking huge.” 

“Not even touching that one,” he laughed. “But don’t worry, it’ll be the biggest one you’ve ever seen.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes which made him continue snickering. “Oh my God, why are we friends again?” You moved into the left lane as you began scanning the road, looking for any signs of a church nearby. You lived in this area, sure, but you weren’t exactly a regular visitor to any type of services. You took your Sundays to rest just like the good book said.

“Because I’m that lucky.”

You arched a brow at him. “First, bribery. Now, flattery. What’s next? Blackmail?”

“One of those things doesn’t sound like the others but far be it from me to point that out to you.”

You shot him a sharp look.

“Alright, listen, while we’ve been talking, I booked you a room at a hotel twenty minutes away. I’m sending your disgusting fake licorice crap there. I also looked up churches in the area. There’s one that’s about fifteen minutes out from the house. I’m sending you the address right now. And because I am the most awesome friend on the planet, I just texted Danneel and asked her to send you the psychic’s info who she worked with back in NOLA.” 

“You got all of that done in the last five minutes?” At his cocky smirk, you gave him a nod of approval. “Impressive.”

“Thank you. Now, I only have one question for you.” 

You arched your brows at him expectantly. 

“Am I forgiven yet?”

You had to think about that one for a moment. Your earlier fury had abated some the further away you got from your house but still, you had been chased out by some unseen force, unable to return until you got help to deal with this situation. But Jensen had also tried to be helpful and he had also been generous, patient, supportive, and overall kind while you had one of the truly most terrifying moments in your life thus far. 

“Depends.”

“On?”

“If I get this taken care of, will you let me smudge you before you walk into my house the next time you visit?”

Suddenly, a huge smile erupted onto his face. “You know, I’m really starting to think that phrasing is code for something else.” The teasing was back.

You rolled your eyes. “Nice try. You know it’s not code for anything except what I said. Now, no more deflecting. Are you willing to be smudged pre-entry?”

“Again, I—”

“Jensen Ross Ackles!” You could feel your cheeks heating up. Okay, yeah, your wording could use some work, not that you were about to admit that out loud. “Focus,” you hissed.

He snickered before letting out a sigh and shaking his head. “If it’ll make you feel better,” he capitulated. 

You gave him a nod, smiling triumphantly. “Good. I’m going to hold you to that. No pizza required by the way. And you are so lucky because I was going to say you’re not allowed past the door unless it’s half pineapple…”

His face screwed up in disgust. “Ugh.”

“And half mushroom.”

“Come on! Fruit and fungus on pizza? Why not just throw in some ranch dressing while you’re at it?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing how much those two toppings grossed him out. Which was precisely why you ordered them each time you two had pizza. Eventually, he started making you get your own pie to which you made sure he had to hear just how much you enjoyed every bite. “Got a big bottle of it in the fridge. Or at least I did.” You turned a glare on him.

“Okay, okay. Smudging. Got it. Are you on your way to the church?”

“Pulling in now,” you confirmed as you made a right turn into the church parking lot. “Thanks for that, by the way. And for everything else. You know, minus the pissy ghost.”

“You got it,” he chuckled. “Alright, text me when you’re done and let me know what they said.”

“Will do.” You brought the car to a stop and switched the ignition off. “And, Ackles?”

“Yeah?”

You just couldn’t resist getting in one last tease. “Fifteen years of fake ghost hunting and you didn’t tell me to grab salt once? That’s disappointing.”

He was now the one glaring which made you laugh. “Last I checked, someone didn’t think to grab the salt once either. For someone who watched the show for fifteen years, that’s disappointing.”

“Touche,” you laughed. “But wow, Dean didn’t come out at all? Not once?”

The eyeroll he unleashed made you snicker. “Don’t you have an appointment you need to be getting to?”

You stuck your tongue out at him and grabbed the phone. “Alright, Mr. Touchy Pants. I’ll talk to you after.”

“Touchy Pants?” He laughed. “Y/N, seriously, what is going through that heads of yours?”

“Goodbye,” you rushed out before disconnecting the call and cutting off his laughter. You shook your head and then glanced at the church in front of you. It had been a long time since you had been to one of these but your house had become Ghost Central now thanks to a certain six foot Red-Vine loving (which was still incomprehensible to you) Texan. You took a deep breath and then got out of the car, proceeding up the walkway to the entrance, hoping like hell that someone here would be able to perform some sort of cleansing ritual so you could get your house back. The season finale of House of the Dragon was on tonight after all and there was no way you were missing that on your huge TV with the movie theater sound system that you had saved up over a year for. Dick ghost or not. No way in hell.

A/N: No disrespect meant to Jensen, Danneel, or their family. I don't know either of them or anyone connected to or associated with them. I merely took things from interviews, con videos, the podcast mentioned above, and his public persona to create the "Jensen" seen here. This was purely for creativity and entertainment purposes. Just for fun.

A/N 2: Sequel

[brandogenius]

omg maybe you could write like naomi x shy!resder?? like naomi introducing reader to the squad??

love your work pom!! 🩷🩷

hi my love!!! OFC!!!

‼️RPF‼️

BLURB - naomi x shy!reader (short)

- it honestly took a little while for naomi to convince you to meet everyone. you were worried and shy, overthinking everything.

- coming to the point where you’d delay it ‘i gotta help my mom :( ‘ ‘i have a dentist appointment’

- talking with naomi about it, you let them know your fears. just shy and worried, worried they’d judge you and worried you’d embarrass yourself. naomi is quick to reassure you that they are not the type of people to do that

- “honestly i think if you did something embarrassing, they’d try to embarrass themselves more so you’re not in the spotlight” that made you feel a little better but still you were worried.

- naomi ends up deciding to book a big table for lunch at a cafe tomorrow, phoebe, jo, lucy, julien and katie all being free. part of you was excited, the other part was just anxious. you tried not to let it bother you as much, wanting the best for naomi

- meeting with everyone went better than you expected. you were shy at first, quietly introducing yourself and shaking hands with everyone at the table

- naomi kept their hand over yours on the table, a comforting manner, letting you know they are there. jo started talking about a new tv show they are really interested in which had you snapping your head to look at them.

- naomi knew exactly what was gonna happen and they were excited. you loved that tv show and could talk about it all day, (you have with naomi) maybe this was a good opportunity for you to open up a bit more

- everyone just watching as you started babbling about the show, the characters; the plot line with josette. the two of you giggling excitedly as you debate between which two characters is the best overall

- talking with josette made you relax more, opting into conversations with the boys and katie, discussing makeup, music, books and more. naomi hasent seen you that out of your comfort zone in ages. it made them proud

- “i really like your friends baby” “see! i thought you they’d be nice. you had nothing to worry about!!”

[shesmore-shoebill]

Running a little low on both writing capabilities and spare time at the moment. So instead, for day three of Amangela Holiday Week. I'm just going to offer the skeleton of a dialogue exchange I envisioned for this prompt, and you can all fill in the blanks as you'd like! 🫡 The voices are potentially way off but hopefully the vibes are still there.

standard smosh rpf disclaimer. F for fiction. fear not ye characterization does not apply irl. etc. etc.

Prompt: "You taste like peppermint."

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"... Amanda. ...I know what candy canes taste like."

"Yeah, but. Well. Well, this is just in case you wanted to try. My one. Because this one is- uh- especially good."

"...You specifically want me to try your. Half eaten. Candy cane."

"Well not if you're going to give me attitude about it-"

"I'm not giving you attitude, you're just being weird. And I love you for it, but-"

"We share food all the time, this isn't THAT weird. And you don't have to-"

"-no, I mean, I'll do it, but god, Amanda, you know, there are WAY easier ways to get me to swap spit with you-"

[silence]

"... Did I say that out loud?"

"... Okay, way to turn my cute planned thing into the grossest thing I've ever heard. "Swap spit???""

"HEY- wait, don't turn this on me, what do YOU mean by planned-"

"You know what? Nevermind. Just get over here so I can kiss you."

"... you taste like peppermint."

"Well. I ate like. Four candy canes since this morning to try to get this to happen, so, I'm sorry, but it did work."

"I didn't say I didn't like it. ...But let me check again."

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Context floating in my head that I couldn't execute effectively/quickly enough: this is pre amangela officially getting together. but both of them have an inkling of how they/the other person feels. Someone brought candy canes in. Angela has spent the full day being tormented because every time she looks over at Amanda, Amanda has a candy cane in her mouth/is partway eating it/is looking over at her while her mouth. Does Things/etc and she's Not Being Regular About It.

(In her defense Amanda is absolutely doing it intentionally.)

Close to the end of the day Amanda fully just offers Angela if she wants to "try her candy cane" while holding out the one she's eating. Cue this conversation.

Optionally: whatever else you think suits it!

thanks again to @zillaphoneswag for setting this up! :)

[jetgrime]

Hey so, your somno fic mentions (living rent-free in my head btw) have just reminded me of Ben's wordpress blog where he put up some short stories when he was younger and like. There's one called Nap Time which you might be interested in maybe idk.

(Which also reminds me that outside of rpf reasons, I'm very intrigued to see how Ben's writing might have evolved since the blog is from like around 2018. There's another story where a guy gets his legs eaten by spiders. I love him i think hauve covid)

i had no idea this existed, wow! thank you, I'm very curious to check it out (after I finish this fic because otherwise I fear I will cross the streams somehow).

[f1crecs]

Fic Rec List - The Best of 2023

Happy New Year's Eve! Or New Year's Day, depending on where in the world you are right now. What a year it has been - for the sport and the fandom and for this blog right here.

I (Briony) started this blog in June, after a horrific bout of writer's block took away my writing skills. The only thing I love more than writing is reading, and so I decided to funnel my newly gained fandom time into cataloguing all of the wonderful things that I have read over the last few years, in the form of fic rec lists. My wonderful team of fic rec volunteers joined me at the end of October, and we have been collating the lists together ever since.

Thank you so much to everyone who follows, reblogs, likes, and comments on these lists, and an extra special thank you to everyone who shares that love with the writers themselves, in the form of comments, kudos, and bookmarks. You are amazing, and you make the fandom tick. Thank you.

Please find below the team's favourite fics of 2023! This is just like the FIA Gala, except slightly less glamorous and probably can't be used as a plot device in an F1 fanfiction.

These are the fics that really touched us - that stood out, and took our breaths away, and made us cry and laugh and curse. To these authors, and to everyone who has shared their talents with us this year - thank you.

Enjoy. And have a wonderful 2024. ❤️

Esteban/Pierre

nsfw: my thumb's on your teeth by @geluksalig | E | 14.7k @lydia-petze's favourite fic of 2023 Esteban experiences hyperrealistic dreams of a parallel life where he and Pierre have been together since they were teenagers, and neither of them race any more. He gradually becomes more and more disoriented by them as the twin realities begin to blur. This fic is so well done, with twin timelines wound together seamlessly. The grief for a life that never was, that might have been, is palpable. There are clues scattered throughout, however, that there may yet be time to fix things. Pierre's characterisation, as seen through Esteban's eyes, is wonderful - passionate and ferociously protective.

'Pierre presses his lips together, nodding though Esteban knows he is unconvinced, disbelieving. He looks off to the side, and Esteban gets that tense feeling in his gut, like he knows Pierre would claw a hole in his chest to tempt God close with the affliction, just so the rest of them might be sheltered in the shadow that falls just behind. He’s never been sure how to tell him that he doesn’t have to.'

Daniel/Max, Charles/Pierre

nsfw: hook, line, sinker by @chubbydino | M | 92k (wip) @wanderhobbit's favourite fic of 2023 Pierre wishes he could remember, Max wishes he could forget. What I enjoyed: maybe enjoyed isn’t the right word but his fic is heart wrenchingly beautiful. Following the story lines with the two couples and those story lines connecting is beautiful.

'"I love being married to you,” Max said quietly as he pulled on another curl. Daniel dropped his phone on his chest and tilted his head back to look at him. “Oh yeah?” Max’s whole body buckled at the gentleness in his tone. Daniel always knew when he was getting close to a breakdown, when fear and guilt and shame started building up like storm clouds in his head. He nodded. “Yeah. I love you.” Daniel gave him an upside-down smile. “You wanna tell me what’s going on, Max?”'

Charles/Max

nsfw: All The Lights (Couldn't Put Out The Dark) by @fabbyf1 | E | 7.5k @frickinsweet's favourite fic of 2023 Charles needs someone to help him calm down – when his usual partner is indisposed he asks Max instead. For me this fic was the definition of the "this better not awaken anything in me" meme, not so much for the particular kink but for the dynamics. I was relatively new to F1 rpf when I read this and the characterizations of both Max and Charles became the "canon" that I compared every fic to for a while. The Charles in this fic is very hard on himself, tying himself in to knots with anxiety and when he gathers up the courage to ask Max for help he is immediately in to it and never reacts negatively despite the unusal request. This is tagged as PWP (although if one reads the whole series, which I highly suggest, there is definitely plot) and the smut is very much brain meltingly hot but the reason I choose it as my favourite read of 2023 is for the way the characters and their dynamic is so perfectly described - especially Charles who is the POV and whose internal dialogue is a special treat in this fic.

'There was really only one other person he could turn to in these trying times. That’s how he ended up in Max’s room, asking him for a “favor.” “What kind of favor do you need?” Max asked, smiling so openly at him that it hurt Charles' head slightly. He was so quick to offer up his services when he didn’t even know what Charles was about to ask him'

my thoughts will echo your name by witchee_writer | M | 38.9k @blueballsracing's favourite fic of 2023 When Max retires, he decides his next accomplishment to win is Le Mans. His partners are no other than Charles Leclerc and Sebastian Vettel. I loved the cute little quips each character had and the tension! This made me smile and was an amazing rollercoaster of a fic. So much flirting and it's also a Red Bull Charles fic, which I love ❤️

'Sebastian's eyes zeroed in on Max, and then Charles. His grin widened (dangerous). 'Are you here to save me from two idiots with a decade worth of sexual tension?''

nsfw: you and me, we got big reputations by lady_something | E | 93.4k @maaxverstappen's favourite fic of 2023 After publicly coming out when Max won his 3rd championship, Charles and Max have to navigate the consequences of being together. It affects both the dynamic with their own teams and each other, and lends to issues with races in not-so-LGBT-friendly countries. I loved how realistic this was. The author really dove into the real life f1 consequences of a coming out and didn’t shy away from it. Charles and Max love each other so dearly and deeply but also love this sport just as much, and that makes for a great plot driven story. The other characters in this fic add a lot and it feels very found family. This fic had me thinking about it for days after and I was so sad to finish it as I could stay in the universe forever. One of my top fics in general, let alone for 2023! (also, this is for the rbr!charles fans (iykyk))

“So, if you are really, truly worried that we cannot handle it, then I will retire. You mean more to me than another Championship does. I have already done what I need to, I have paid back the debts I owe to my father and my family, and I have won some for me, too. It’s enough. I have the GT3 team, I have iRacing, I want to compete in the WEC. I do not need F1, not like I need you.” # “You—you—you—” Charles looks completely gobsmacked. “Oh my god. Mon Dieu. Max. Max.” Max barely manages to stop Charles from crushing the eggs as he surges forward, plastering his whole body against Max’s as he grabs his face and kisses him.

Charles/Pierre

A Two-Man Cult by @moonlight0starlighte | T | 23.7k @singsweetmelodies' favourite fic of 2023 Charles has always thought he's a beta, but then he suddenly presents as an omega after a night out with Pierre. The consequences for their friendship are devastating when Charles tries to keep this a secret from Pierre. Of course, Pierre finds out anyway, and the two of them have a massive fight - which ends in Charles going into withdrawal after what he perceived as a rejection from his alpha. This fic redefines "angst with a happy ending" - but it is so worthwhile when they finally do get to the happy ending. I love this fic for a variety of reasons, the fantastic angst-with-a-happy-ending slow-burn friends-to-lovers of it all being a big one of them. But more than that, I remember reading this one chapter-by-chapter as it came out, and being so unbelievably hooked, texting everyone about the next update. The writing style is just so engaging, and the story the author tells is so gripping, intense and wonderful. It will also always hold a special place in my heart, because it's the first proper a/b/o fic I read, and probably the fic that got me hooked on the genre. It truly is a masterpiece in so many ways. &lt;3

"What are you thinking?" Pierre's lids flutter closed and he sinks into the warmth of Charles' hands as he brings it to his cheek, lips pressed against warm skin as he answers, "I just can't believe I get to have this."

nsfw: chassis by @hourcat | E | 50.7k @welightitup's favourite fic of 2023 Charles is a part-time art professor/part-time kindergarten teacher with car issues. Pierre is a mechanic. It’s an amazing AU, one I don’t think that had been done before. But wow, it’s so hot too! Expect tension, teasing, flirting, and hot garage/car sex.

'Charles is special, anyway. It’s not even a question. He’s different from anyone Pierre has met in his ten years here, and Pierre really does like him more than he probably should, for someone he really doesn’t know at all. He teaches kindergarten and is passionate about it. He’s got a decent apartment, although he hasn’t seen much of it outside of the bedroom. He’s got shit taste in cars. But somehow, deeper, Pierre feels like he knows him.'

Carlos/Charles

nsfw: my blood is singing with your voice (the saints can't help me now) by @7msc | E | 13.2k @boxboxbrioche's favourite fic of 2023 Carlos meets Charles in a half-finished church. I have already rec'ed this one before, but I just had to share it again for the 2023 roundup. This story truly moved me. It is ethereal and lyrical and I still remember it so clearly, even though it's been months since I read it for the first time. Simply gorgeous.

'He felt like he was cheating. Was he? Well, a church was any place where he could feel God. And he felt God in Mallorca. In Costa dels Pins. In Son Servera. (In his mom’s loving hands. In Blanca’s kind brown eyes, the same shade as his. In Ana’s conniving smile. In his father’s heavy arm across his shoulders. In his grandma’s thin fingers, hands almost too delicate, wrapped around his.)'

[bad268]

Always (Hector Fort X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Youtubers

Requested: Day 22 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: none, loosely based on Million Words by The Vamps

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 512

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

Writing Inktober 2024 Materlist

~~(^Pinterest)

You were sure that you missed your chance, and it was too late as you ran through the airport, hoping Hector hadn’t boarded yet. You sprinted all the way to the gate you knew he was supposed to be at, but it was empty. You looked out the large windows and saw the plane that Hector was on running full speed down the runway, and you knew you missed your chance. It was too late.

“There's a million words I could have said,” You whispered to yourself, but you hoped somehow, someway, that Hector could hear it. “You might still be mine.”

It was a bad fight before this match. Well, even before the match! The team decided to fly out to Italy a couple of days before so they could have a little fun in Milan. He was complaining about his knee being sore, but he still wanted to go out with the boys. You advised, as a physical therapist in training, for him to take it easy for a couple of days and rest his leg. That way, his knee would be well-rested and ready for the match.

He had a major case of FOMO (fear of missing out), and it all spiraled out of control. He said some things he didn’t mean, you said some things you didn’t mean, and in the end, he stormed out of your shared apartment to stay with Marc for the night. You called him the following morning, only to be met with his voicemail. 

You waited a while to give him space before calling him again that night. All you received back was a text saying, “I’m going.” There was nothing you could do, you thought. You begged Marc for the flight details because you wanted to apologize. If Hector wasn’t going to answer the phone, you would try to catch him before he left.

Well, you didn’t. That much was obvious as you watched the flight he was on take off into the sky. You could break down in the middle of the airport, but you swallowed your tears, planning to hold them until you at least got to your car. 

You turned around, and there he was. He was looking down as you ran into his chest as you let your tears flow, not caring where you were anymore. Hector stepped back at the impact, but he quickly wrapped his arms around you tightly as he cried into your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” He started, but you pulled back, shaking your head.

“No, I’m sorry,” You countered, reaching up to cup his face in your hand. “I try to look out for you, but I need to remember you are a grown adult, and you know your limits more. I was wrong to ever doubt it, and I couldn’t live with myself if I let you slip away. You’re the one I need, and if I forget to tell you, you're all I think about. With a million words that I should have said, I wish I could tell you always.”

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[pseudomicrothoraxdubius]

Hello this is a gift for @bonthebanana on Tumblr. It's part of the Hermitcraft secret Santa exchange on Tumblr

Hey Bon hope you like this!

I think I got possessed by a ghost writing this so I hope you enjoy. I wish you happy holidays!

For anyone that doesn't want to go on AO3 the story is under the cut

The Dark

Once upon a time King Xisuma ruled with a wise head on his shoulder. His Kingdom the most advanced in all aspects of Redstone and many more.

But just this isn't worth the story I'm telling you can read all about that in history books. I'm here to tell you about the story of how they fell and the magic they brought to this world.

As many historians will tell you the old Empire slowly fizzled to a stop after King Xisumas death. Without a competent leader greed and ambition destroyed the glorious empire.

While this is in many ways still true they left out how Xisuma died.

As said before the Old Empire was advanced in redstone technology to a degree that we now can still learn from. All of their accumulated knowledge was collected and studied in Loglands.

But as time went on and there was nothing left of redstone to test or to understand. They put their minds to a new goal.

In their archives was a script that promised to bring magic into this world. And you know how scientists are what wouldn't they do for a chance to explore and discover a new science. For them it was just that something new and exciting to study sadly they had no idea of what was about to come.

And so Xisuma allowed the ritual to take place to make room for new improvements and a new era.

The first few months were going great new fields of study were opened and the economy boomed with the knowledge traveling wide and far of how magic was now a reality.

But slowly and surely something dark came through an evil so great I don't have the compasity too explain to you dear reader.

It's plan, destroy and devour all it can find.

To be fair too the scholars of the old empire they did notice their impending doom rather quickly, sadly all of their attempts of fighting back just got them killed quicker.

King Xisuma having studied magic himself for the last months only saw one last option for his people to survive.

A ritual that promised ones own soul to the void in exchange for imprisonment of the dark.

King Xisuma that day lost his soul and Xisumavoid was born and for now the dark was imprisoned and no danger to anyone.

Xisuma left some instructions of how to defeat or imprison it again should it ever be able to get free. Only his most loyal advisors and guards stayed to protect the prison, most other people fled and abandoned the Empire to afraid of what would happen if they stayed.

Their knowledge was destroyed and in big parts just lost to time.

No my dear reader you might think what about magic? Why do we not have it? Did it get destroyed as the dark got imprisoned?

No magic did still exist it got used by many people and was a big part of their lifes. Magic left our world the second time that the dark put foot on our world.

You see centuries after the old empire, just a small village remained. The children of the advisors and guards that decided to stay all this time ago where preparing for a return of the dark.

No one really expected anything to happen but still they can't be to careful.

And so it comes that Cleo the major of our village goes down every week to report and document any changes of the void prison.

It lays deep down a mine that their ancestors built long ago when the fear of the dark escaping was still fresh.

They prepared new weapons each year always on the highest point in technology. Their wizards were one of the most knowledgeable in the world.

And so dear reader we come to the part of the story where the world ends 2.0.

As one day Major Cleo went down the mine to do a routine check it happened the dark was starting to escape.

From their calculations they still had two months until the dark was completely free.

Cleo ordered the children and any villager that wasn't trained in fighting to go and find shelter in a far away city. If they couldn't stop the dark here they needed to take the knowledge they gathered and show it to them in hopes that a higher mass of people and more resources might be enough.

We still got some remnants of them books and blueprints they brought to Hermittopia all this time ago but without magic non of them are really useful.

And sadly dear reader I can't tell you that our heroic city killed the dark with ease. Most of them died fighting it and the rest succumbed to their injuries not long after. With the fight nearly lost Cleo repeated the ritual with the void. It was always supposed to be the last straw. Do the ritual if everything else fails, this is what her parents told them a long time ago and really what other choice did she have now?

And do she did but and this is important Cleos plan was never to just imprison the dark again, they wanted to kill it ones and for all.

And so they traded the most valuable thing they could think of, magic and all the knowledge that it ever existed.

Just as with Xisuma, Cleo lost her soul that day and the world lost it's magic.

Now dear reader the void might be a powerful being but standing here on the ruins of the old empire and Cleos small village you can still feel the magic in the world not everything got removed.

This is the reason why my firm Mined has placed it's buildings right here, we can still harness the old power that's inherit to this place of earth. We are now able to take our experiments to the next level. That the Human mind is now able to understand will cease to impress when we are finished.

For a better Future

Mumbo K. Jumbo

[nocompromise-noregrets]

Another round! 2, 6 (haha), 16 and 17.

And a bonus gif of Mr Efficient to honour our delightful conversation.

ROUND TWO DING DING DING! :D :D :D

2. What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? OOH. I answered this already here, but that wasn't the only new thing, I don't think. Hmmmm. ahahaha I finally wrote some Glorfindel/Thranduil in response to a prompt and I really enjoyed putting together these two very strong characters and strident voices in the back of my head. :D :D :D

6. What character(s) captured your heart? Oh dammit, Mr Efficient is absolutely up there, although I haven't actually written him yet. I just love him so much, particularly in his Cartwright!incarnation. Also my inconveniently insistent and talkative Italian RPF muses (all four members of Måneskin, dammit) who I was not expecting, did not particularly intend to end up writing, thinking my RPF days were at least 15 years in the past, but who WILL NOT SHUT THE HELL UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE DAMMIT.

16. What’s your favorite title of the year? Oooh. *scrolls back through stats spreadsheet* I am very fond of in the meantime, you've got me, which was kind of a placeholder title during the madness of Writers' Month (a fic a day for the whole of August) but has kind of grown to fit the story (Théoden survives the Battle of the Pelennor Field and finds himself developing something of a rapport with Ioreth).

17. Share your favorite opening line Oh man. I am terrible at picking favourites, and I write so ridiculously much that I tend to forget what I've written, even though I reread my own stuff SO MUCH, but let's have a look...hmm! Not so much an opening line as an opening couple of paragraphs, but here's the beginning of the Glorfindel/Thranduil fic linked above:

Something crosses the border of the Woodland Realm, and Thranduil feels it, as he senses every incursion into his kingdom, so deeply is he attuned to the forest. As a spider feels a fly blundering even into the outermost threads of its web, so Thranduil knows when any intruder crosses his borders, however small. Queen Melian taught him well, and he needs no Ring of Power to maintain his borders, even against the Necromancer’s poison, although his Woodland Guard are kept ever-busy dealing with the spiders and other foul creatures that issue forth from Dol Guldur. This is no spider, though; this is a traveller, riding alone up the Enchanted River from the Old Forest Road, and Thranduil inwardly raises an eyebrow, though he shows no indication of his thoughts upon his face. Nobody travels alone in Middle-Earth these days. Nobody - except one who does not need to fear the forces of the Enemy. So his unexpected visitor is either Mithrandir - or Glorfindel. Thranduil is not sure which he would be less pleased to see. Mithrandir speaks in riddles and always brings bad news, and Glorfindel - well. Glorfindel brings bad memories.

I am ludicrously fond of Thranduil and his complexities, and of Glorfindel and his hidden depths, and I had so much fun putting them together at last in this one! :D :D :D

wheeeee, thank you so much for asking! And for the gif of Mr Efficient, who I love inordinately, especially in that incarnation. XDDDD Cartwright!Sauron and his innate ability to fuck up any opportunity that happens to come his way, I adore him. <3333333

[sickofthistoxicshit]

First of all it's really nice to see you back on my dashboard and I miss you! Sending you hugs and kisses and I hope you are doing well.

Secondly, I'd like to share something related to "miserable couple ".

It's not me but my cousin. He and his wife got married 5 years ago and no children. They were dating 3 years prior to their marriage. They were living together right away when they started to date. Obviously they have ups and downs but they stick around. Recently my cousin frequently moved back to his parents house after the fights. Since I'm more in touch with her, she told me that it came to the point that she doesn't trust him anymore. Even though they have been going to couple therapy. And that's honestly a huge deal for him because he's a type of guy who doesn't share much his feelings and struggles. His father is like that too. And she still loves him despite everything. I love them both and want them to be happy together and all. But I'm wondering how much effort and work is not enough anymore and it's time to evaluate everything in their relationship. Especially when they don't have kids (they do have multiple pets, 3 dogs, 2 cats and 1 bunny) so it's not something that holds them against their will or something like that.

And thirdly, what is your honest opinion on ryliver rpf and do you think that they could have some sort interacting romantically or sexually with each other?

Because honestly I could see something in their dynamic. But I also acknowledge that it could be my projection.. and therefore I see that way.

Dear Nonnie,

Thank you for writing to me, I have indeed been absent, rl situation and the fandom off the charts temporary toxicity (thank you block option lol) was kind of hard to bear. Not to mention the continuous bad writing in the show shut the plot bunnies in my head for a while lol. Only things I can come up with are smut fics and mostly when I'm not near a computer.

Staying out of habit, or comfort in a marriage or just a relationship is bad, it create room for resentment, I heard a lot the sentence "I gave you the best years of my life." - Why? Why waste your years with someone you settle on. As an Aquarius trust is everything to me, if I was her and I felt that I couldn't trust my partner, that's it, it's done.

I let go of friends I couldn't trust, I sure as shit wouldn't allow someone I don't trust see me at my most vulnarable.

As for your cousin, something I learned recently, watching my gay best friend struggling with his relationship, best you can do is listen, if they ask for advice you can put a mirror in front of them and let them make the best choice for themselves, the fact that there are no kids in the picture should have been an easy choice, but that's just me, emotion is not a rational thing and fear of being alone is often stronger than the need to be happy.

Now, I am very careful not to make assumptions out loud about the actors, because fans has barely any boundaries as it is and we wouldn't want another kit incident.

That being said, if someone asked me to write an RPF/RPS fics, hell I have tons of material and proof to make a circumstantial case in court lol.

I always assumed both C and Oliver's now ex had a problem with their relationship is the same problem Tommy had with Buck and Eddie relationship.

I can honestly say that as a straight woman my first instinct would have been to label Oliver as gay and Ryan as at least bi. ( I say that because Ryan has charm, I've see him in other movies, when written well and accurately directed dude can come off as the most straight man there is).

I love watching his Step up movies, because 1. I always dreamed of finding the man who can dance with me like that and 2. It's a fun watch. Also 3. RYAN 😍

[mochiwrites]

Guess who's back? Back again? Anons back! Tell a friend.

Lol sorry I'm once again back. The same anon who sent a bunch of questions about night life a while ago since I was rereading songbirds blood au. Soo uhm here's more

1. Mochi why does scar say in villainous thing that he has put his head in a werewolfs mouth??!?!?!?!?!? Scar mah dude u ok???? (Lowkey would wanna try it but I probably would leave the werewolfs mouth with a head 😊)

2. Grian.Trans.Canon? (Or scar? Or maybe both???)

3. With the glyphs is there only one way to use them or could you possible make them a tattoo and still you them. Since they are then constantly touching the glyphs they could possible do the magic of a mage. If they had multiple glyphs he could mix the glyphs somehow.(like how Luz mixes the glyphs by drawing them with eachother but instead they do it with their ✨️MIND✨️)

4. Also I love the idea of papapulse. Like I imagine Pearl or grian (most likely grian:^P) and Impulse going full demon mode tl protect them. (I saw that you tagged "Parent impulseSV (Video Blogging RPF)" in troubke in the dead of night🥺👏😍) Also is there different types of demons and what type of powers do they have?

5. In the fic "sitting in the garden at your feet" they have a whole picnic and all the adorableness. Do they go on more picnics frequently? (I really hope soo) I would guess they do since in villainous things they were also on their way to a picnic...but then yeah...poor birb tbh and poor scar

6. Have Ren and Martyn already have their wedding or are they still waiting? I wanna see treebark and I want to see mumbo ask grian go with him as his plus one to the wedding<3

(Though treebark owns my heart, Grumbo will always win) Don't talk about scarian I've never left the desert and don't plan to either😘

7. Okay soo in the fic "weight of living" there was this one scene where etho stared at grian. Here's the quote: "Etho eyes him for a moment, his gaze unreadable as he does so. It leaves Grian with chills. Weird."

Is it possible that etho is a Watcher? I'm mean   he is definitely not human(or maybe he is an immortal human?)  Etho may recognize grian, either as an old Watcher or a new Watcher to be made. Or maybe etho just thinks it is weird to see scar with grian(A HUMAN) The last one is more logical <:^)

8. On that note with Etho. You never confirm nor deny if grian is the "lost watcher" but what if I were to ask you if EFFO is the lost Watcher. I don't have proof but-...yeah idk

Wait wait just had another thought what if Pearl is the Watcher???? When the dream bugs ate her dreams there was a purple mist! Huh huh gotcha!/silly this is purely a joke🤣

9. Will we see a bad boy grian phase or possibly a drag queen phase🥺👉👈. Since it often mention that grian was a dare devil(still is:^P) or did grian have such phases. One of my friends is kinda a dare devil and he did drag once and I feel since grian might be the same there...

10. What did Scott do with the shard? Did he just entirely get rid of it? Also is Scott pure evil or broken. Maybe with the lost of his brother(Xornoth) did he turn evil or was evil just in his genes?

Those are all the questions and theories for now thank you for listing to my literal brain rot<3

This time it was numbered

(There will possible be more to come>:^] )

YIPPEE WELCOME BACK NONNIE :D

see me rubbing my paws together with a big grin >:3c no apologies needed !!!! I love questions hehe. as always, I can't answer everything clearly, because of spoilers but I'll certainly answer as much as I can!

1- WHEEZE scar just feels like the kinda guy to me to stick his head into the mouth of a werewolf for fun, y'know? he'd try it once just to see what would happen (and I mean, he's got no reason to fear dying, all things considered LOL)

2- GRIAN TRANS CANON !! honestly, just operate under the assumption that any grian I write is trans JFGDHFKKJDFG it's my comfort character and I get to project on him /silly (no trans scar though </3)

3- WAUG OKAY -- I've answered this kind of question before but for the life of me I can't find it D: I'm gonna keep searching for it, and when I find it I'll reblog this with that information mjfdhkfghfjg I don't wanna contradict myself LMAO

4- PAPAPULSE MY BELOVED 🥺I really wanna write more with him ueueue. I actually haven't done much world building for sb!demons but I'm going to say that yes, there are different types of demons! and they all have a wide range of different abilities :3

5- they def go on picnics yeah!!! I think it becomes one of grian's default methods to drag mumbo out of the manor when he can <33

6- ren and martyn haven't had their wedding yet :3 I actually hadn't thought about when their wedding would take place but ;w; oh that gives me some ideas....

7- etho isn't a watcher! the current lore is well. no one really knows what etho is. except maybe bdubs and joel. but their lips are Sealed (he's not the lost watcher either I'm afraid </3)

9- so currently I don't have any plans for a bad boy or drag queen phase to pop up in the story (though that could change, if any ideas come up) but they were certainly things he did when he was wayyy younger

10- what scott did with the shard hm? he broke it :) and I'm afraid evil is just in his genes unfortunately </3

hehe thank you for your questions!! :D

[ray935sworld]

why not both versions?

ohh imagine the horrors jorgina (?) would go though if she was the only women on the grid, with all of jorges Problems and on top having to deal with sexism and everything

or just an all women grid in general, imagine! press would be so much worse but rpf would THRIVE

-🥭

Okay okay SO...

I have to say ahead I didn't change pronouns and names because I'm more comfortable writing it like this. It's mostly some silly thoughts

If both did a genderswap I think to say it short "Silly happy lesbian sex" would sum it up.

Like... Okay at first (assuming they didn't wake up female in the morning and had a "Holy shit my dick is gone" "OMG why do you have boobs?" "Why do YOU have boobs? And daaaamn your looking FINE" *Jorge gets hit over the head. He uses the moment to watch Dani's - I'm gonna keep using the same names sorry - tits jiggle. I'm not sorry.*) they need to find out the other is changed too. Okay as I picture it - Dani is more or less mortified. He's hiding in his riders room, only Marc was let in and Dani is very much yelling. ("Okay, Marc, I need you to get me a knife. I am cutting those... THINGS off!" Yes I am giving him all the moments when I personally hated my boobs. You can NOT tell me the feeling of having your boobs skin against your skin is nice. Dani needs a bra like ASAP or he's actually trying to be his own surgeon. Marc is very much horrified). Marc promises him to figure it out and instead of listening to Dani's threats not to tell Jorge, he goes and finds a female Jorge, tells him Dani has the same problem and is currently thinking about mutilating. Yep Jorge is there in like 5 seconds to calm Dani down. Dani is very much surprised to see his boyfriend as woman too but he's happy he's not alone in all this. Maybe they race, maybe the race is already over idk but they go their motorhome and have some fun.

Also what I think would be important to say that in my humble rpf opinion, Jorge is bisexual and Dani is gay. I mean we all know Jorge's habit of wearing pink and being a drama queen and being the moment and he likes the female anatomy. So I don't think he would have so much mental problems at first and if he knows it's only temporary. I think he'd think it's funny and a chance to have some fun. Maybe if it's only him turned female or him assume it's only him, there's an aspect of worrying that he won't turn back and his gay husband isn't attracted to him anymore because he's a woman now. So in the case that it's onyl Jorge turned, I would say that would be a main point and then having Dani be like "No... I don't care. I love you for you. I love you because you are the way you are. And I still love you, even with boobs and a pussy" And maybe if Dani decided that when it comes to female Jorge, he's bicurios, Jorge shows him what's it like to have sex with a woman. (HELP them worrying afterwards if Dani can get/ got Jorge pregnant and if that impacts Jorge changing back)

If its only Dani being turned... Now I think that would actually be the most Intresting version. Because as I said, I always see Dani as gay in rpf. And he's Dani and unlike Jorge he doesn't have this idk how to say it feeling of being able to enjoy a change like that. Okay hear me out. Dani is trying to hide it. Like he tapes his chest back as much as possible, stuffs his underwear with a sock and cuts his hair back again if it grew too. Maybe he races, makes sure he stays away from the cameras, asks to skip press because he's not feeling well. And then he goes on to make sure he avoids his boyfriend hoping he changes back ASAP aka before he notices. Because Dani maybe fears that Jorge won't like the change and think it's weird or disgusting. So when Jorge corners him and asks about why he ignores him, he more or less breaks down and tells him. And Jorge's eyes go wide and Dani is really embarrassed meanwhile Jorge is so incredible turned on. Like... And then he makes sure to show Dani all the peaks of the family anatomy and make sure Dani feels attractive and everything.

Or... Okay this is just a thought. Imagine a kind of Dani shapeshifter AU and he can swap gender. And he has like a MASSIVE crush on Jorge so when Dani went to a bar, disguised as a woman (in this AU he wouldn't have the gender struggle I mentioned before obviously) and Jorge is hitting on him, he is taking the chance. They have sex and it's amazing and maybe they keep seeing each other. And maybe Jorge finds out. Like idk he sees female dani going in Dani's motorhome, having a lot of questions so he goes to confront her and Dani but only Dani is there. And then Dani finally comes clean. And Jorge just stares at him again. "You're aware that I am bisexual right?" "What?" "Dani... With all due respect but this is like the bisexual wet dream." "You horny-" "Dani, you know your female version looks excatly like you? Right?" "Yeah. It's my female version. Why?" "Well... Think. Why do you think I'd hook up with the female version of you? And I'm bisexual....?" "What do you - OOOOH." This AU would basically focus on them having sex. And fooling the press by letting Dani date Jorge as a woman in public. And it's perfect because when he's retired he can actually be on his side and in the garage and everything.

Those are just a few quick thoughts. I hope you like them!!! ♥️