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strawberryblondebutch · 2 months ago

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You’re GM of one of the expansion teams, who do you target who you think won’t be protected/ do do you sign as part of your 12?

Purposely left this for after work because this is a lot to consider. I think we have to start with who will be protected from each roster. My best guesses are (in alphabetical order):

Boston Fleet: Hannah Bilka, Aerin Frankel, Megan Keller, Hilary Knight

Minnesota Frost: Kendall Coyne Schofield, Taylor Heise, Sophie Jaques, Claire Thompson

Montreal Victoire: Cayla Barnes, Ann-Renee Desbiens, Marie-Philip Poulin, Laura Stacey

Ottawa Charge: Emiliy Clark, Brianne Jenner, Gwyneth Philips, Ronja Savolainen

New York Sirens: Alex Carpenter, Jessie Eldridge, Corinne Schroeder, Micah Zandee-Hart

Toronto Sceptres: Renata Fast, Emma Maltais, Sarah Nurse, Daryl Watts

A couple of notes on the above list - I think it's likely that the Sirens don't protect Fillier, as they risk losing her for nothing regardless in free agency. It makes far more sense to use that protection slot on a player with a guaranteed contract. I have also talked at length about how it makes far more sense for the Charge to protect Philips than Maschmeyer - Gwyn is younger (hasn't hit her peak), on a cheaper contract, and won't be working back from a major injury next year. You have to protect her and hope one of the shiny other goalies on the market is more enchanting. Also, Clark quietly put up a very good year and was second in most offensive categories to Vanisova, a free agent (I'll get to that).

With the protection list in place, we know who's available. Now I have an exclusive signing window for up to five impending free agents. I have two goals here. (1) get a well-balanced "starting five" so that I can be more flexible with who I draft later, and (2) stay young. These are players who might be franchise cornerstones. I'm looking at:

Hannah Miller (F, Toronto): Entering her age-30 season, she's a little on the older side for cornerstones, but 24 points in 29 games is nothing to sneeze at. She can play center or on the wing, giving some versatility as well.

Susanna Tapani (F, Boston): I said before this season that I don't think about Tapani much and she's made me regret it every day since. Again, on the older end (entering her age-32 season) but it looks like her overtime touch is - to my great regret - sustainable after all.

Natalie Buchbinder (D, Minnesota): Longtime Kiera Strawberryblondebutch fans know that I'm a Buchbinder truther. Obivously I'm a little biased in this regard, but she's a minute-eating, stay-at-home defender who isn't afraid to put her body on the line. You're probably not going to luck into a 26-year-old 1D with her qualifications anywhere else.

Jincy Roese (D, Ottawa): Do I - a sentient women's hockey blog - particularly care for two-way defenders? Not in the slightest. But the game is changing, everyone has to do everything now, and Roese is a big body who shoots the puck.

Maddie Rooney (G, Minnesota): I cannot believe that the Frost did not extend her as soon as Hensley started getting achey. This is a no-brainer. Give her the max during the exclusive signing window and if she has any inkling she wants to leave the Twin Cities, that's your 1G. She's entering her age-28 season, which is a goaltender's prime.

Remember here that an "exclusive signing window" only means that I get right of first refusal. It does not mean a player will sign here, and there are top free agents on the market who almost certainly would rather go back to their old team. Tereza Vanisova is not on my list of free agent signings because, even though she's a free agent, she has such a strong rapport with MacLeod and her Czech teammates that I cannot see her agreeing to leave Ottawa without at least giving them a chance to match the offer.

This is a pretty good base to build from, no? Now we have a little flexibility for the expansion draft. I get seven players, so that's - for the sake of simplicity - one from each original-six team and one wild card. Here's what I'm thinking:

Boston Fleet: Alina Müller (F) is a very good player who hasn't reached her full potential in Boston and who they probably don't have room to protect. She's entering her prime as well, at age 27.

Minnesota Frost: I am not touching the curly salami in the room with a 10-foot pole. Three suspensions in one season? Pass. Lee Stecklein is tempting, but she's older, and Dominique Petrie (F) had a breakout year that the protection list just can't accommodate.

Montreal Victoire: Montreal's need to protect their core trio (MPP/Stacey/ARD) means they can only keep one defender around. I have my pick of Erin Ambrose (D) and Anna Wilgren (D) here. Ambrose has the higher ceiling, but Wilgren's play this postseason and internationally is hard to ignore, as is her age.

New York Sirens: In the name of keeping your top line and 1G at home, you have to expose one of your two top defenders. MZH is the captain, which will leave Jamie Bourbonnais (D) available for my expansion team.

Ottawa Charge: Taking Emerance Maschmeyer here to bolster the goaltending corps is very tempting. However, she's over 30, coming back from injury, and she might take poorly to uprooting her young family. Gabbie Hughes (F) gives me depth down the middle.

Toronto Sceptres: A strong forward group has to make tough choices on who to protect, and Izzy Daniel (F) hasn't fit into the system as well as they would have hoped. She's only a year removed from winning the Patty Kaz - maybe a change of scenery will help?

For my wild card, let's look at need. I have a pretty balanced roster so far: 6 F, 4 D, 1 G. That's already half a roster! I have two lines, two pairs, and a goalie. But you have to remember that I'm bolstering this roster with the entry draft, and the goaltending class... yeesh. It's pretty thin. I'm going to take Raygan Kirk (G) as my backup to Rooney.

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change-of-fates · 2 months ago

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coulsons-fullmetal-cellist · 5 months ago

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Your Vampire: Chapter Four

I Have Confidence

(Max Phillips x f!reader)

Words: 2, 253

Summary: it’s your first day back at work, and you’re worried about bumping into your ex…

Warnings: the worst ex in the world, mild swearing, no y/n, reader has nickname Garland, references to musicals because did you read the previous chapter?

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“Garland, I am impressed by your extensive collection of adorable knitwear.”

Max was sitting on his chaise lounge in his dressing room, looking around at the open boxes with your clothes spilling out of them. He saw how much room all the boxes were taking up too much space in your bedroom, so he moved them up into his dressing room. He even showed off his vampire strength by carrying them one handed.

You were given the all-clear from your doctor, it was your first day back at work. Max could sense you were nervous as you spent nearly an hour in front of his two giant mirrors deciding what to wear.

“Garland, you’ll be fine.”

“No I won’t,” you sighed and changed cardigans again. “Everyone is going to look at me with pity.”

“Pity?”

“Yes, pity,” you changed back to the previous cardigan. “I got dumped by my fiancé. Also, I got cancer, the reason I got dumped.”

“If anyone is going to get looks it should be him as he was the prick who did the dumping.”

“Yeah, but he’s got friends in high places.”

“He also has enemies in high places,” he stopped in front of you from changing cardigans yet again. “You look like perfection, you’ll be fine.”

You nodded then looked at the time, “Oh no, I’m going to be late if I don’t leave now.”

“Um, you won’t ‘cause you’re getting a lift with me.”

“Are you sure?”

“It’s either get a lift from me or try to figure out how to get to the office from here.”

“But I already,” you started.

“Please,” he interjected. “I insist. And your doctor said to take it as easy as possible. You’ve only just had your stitches out.”

“Fine.”

“Your carriage awaits, my dear.”

You smiled, “No Gilbert and Sullivan though, it’s too early for that.”

“How about Sondheim?”

“Oh, you know I love me my Sondheim!”

*****

His car matched his house: posh with a capital P (O, S, H, if you know the song)

“So is anyone at else a vampire?” you asked him.

“You haven’t worked it out?” you shook your head. “No, I’m the only vampire in the office. We did try vampiric cooperate takeover in my previous company but that had some unexpected flaws, so we had to pull back and re-strategise. Now we only offer the chance of vampiric promotion to higher ups.”

“Vampiric promotion?”

“It’s a nicer way of saying being turned.”

“And that’s into a true vampire?”

He nodded, “We make it exclusive, like how I got turned. There’s a waiting list, only privy to the higher ups. Very few become eligible to be considered. In the past, we tried turning most people into lesser vampires but that’s where the problem in the vampiric takeover was. Now it’s all much more exclusive, secretive. NDAs have to be signed.”

“Really?”

“Can’t have everyone bragging about it.”

“Don’t want people coming at you with stakes and holy water?”

“It’s adorable seeing them try to.”

He made his way into the underground parking and went immediately to his designated spot. It certainly passed the time not having to worry if you were running late or not.

“Oh, here,” he handed you a container. “I made you lunch. Nothing fancy, just a sandwich.”

“You made me lunch?”

“Of course I did.”

You tried your hardest not to burst into tears. “No one’s ever made me lunch before. Well, my mum did when I was in school but-”

“Seriously?”

You nodded, “I was always the one making lunch for me and Jacob. But he rarely ate them as he was somehow always invited to schmoozy boozy lunches.”

“Another thing to add to the PowerPoint of why he’s a prick. I’d eat anything you gave me. Well, if I was still a human.” He held out his hand to lead the way inside. “By the way; schmoozy boozy? With floosies?”

You grinned, the joy of the old college game coming back. “Schmoozy boozy with floosies on Tuesdays,” (pronounced Tues-dees)

But this joy was short lived as Jacob walked up and shook Max’s hand, completely ignoring you. He gave him that smile when he was being deliberately friendly with.

“Oh, hey J-man,” said Max.

“It’s Jacob.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he moved so it was impossible for you to leave Jacob’s sight. “Hey, remember this wonderful woman who you dumped for getting cancer?”

“That’s not how it-”

“She’s staying with me,” he continued. “It was the right thing for me to do as her friend.” He squeezed Jacob’s hand tighter so even you could hear something crack. “Seeing as you left her to the wolves without even a stick to defend herself, you…”

“Max,” you warned him.

The look he gave Jacob would have stopped his heartbeat. Max eventually let go of his hand and patted him on the shoulder. “I’m sure you have a lot of work to do. There’s still that presentation coming up and I know you have to do the work all by yourself.”

Max let him go and he would have run off if he didn’t care too much about his appearance. His face immediately softened when he looked at you.

The office hadn’t changed much. You noticed the secretarial desk outside of Max’s office was empty as you made your way into your office. It was more a big storage room, but it was big enough to fit a desk, so you called it cozy.

You had started off as Max’s secretary. He was known to have gone through many as he was never fully happy with them and none of them could handle his particular schedule. The two of you were friends in college so people assumed there would be no issue with making you his new secretary. At least, you would last longer than a few months. But after a few months, he had quickly promoted you to his executive assistant which meant you would review all projects and proposals before handing them off to Max. Also, you no longer had to fetch refreshments for whoever felt they had entitlement to your services. Max only wanted you to work for him.

You got back into the swing of work and then finally you saw his secretary arrive. Her name was Cidnee. It was supposed to be pronounced as one named Sydney, but the spelling left with accidentally saying kidney.

You gave yourself the internal mantra of “don’t say kidney, don’t say kidney.” As you approached the secretarial desk outside of Max’s office.

“Hey, Cidnee,” you mentally high-fived yourself for saying it right. “I’ve got these reports for Mr. Phillips.”

“Can’t you give them to him?” her voice was like Lina Lamont from Singin’ in the Rain.

“Um, he’s in a meeting.”

“Is he? But he’s still in his office.”

“It’s a Zoom meeting.”

“So you can give them to him later.”

“But I have other reports to go through. Shouldn’t it be your job as secretary to give him stuff?”

“Aren’t you his secretary?”

“I’m his executive assistant.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

“No, I review all projects and proposals before they’re handed to Max. I’m like the boss before the boss.”

“But your title is assistant.”

“Executive assistant,” you don’t know why you were arguing with her. It was better to wait until Max was free. It was your first day back and you wanted a vacation. That gave you an idea. Going back into your office, you looked up your vacation days but found nothing. That wasn’t right so you decided to go find out.

It was once you got to the right office that you realised you’d have to face Renny. He was basically a secretary, but his title was Managerial Management. He still hadn’t realised that was a nontitle.

He looked up from his computer when he saw you, “Oh, you still have your breasts.”

Resisting the urge to slap him, you said, “I didn’t have a mastectomy.”

“Oh,” he just sat there.

“So, my vacation days seem to have gone. There must be an error.”

“No, there’s no error,” he didn’t look it up. “Your vacation days have been used up.”

“What do you mean?”

“You went over your allotted time for medical leave, so your vacation days were used instead.”

“But I put in the paperwork for extended medical leave.”

“Your circumstances didn’t meet the requirements.”

“What do you mean? Cancer meets the requirements.”

“That’s only for chemotherapy, you just had surgery.”

“That’s not fair. You got a wart removal, and you got as much time off as possible.”

He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, “It was a sensitive issue that affected my work.”

There was no point arguing with him. You were not having luck with anyone on your first day back at work.

Max sauntered into your cozy little office, “Hey, where’s what’s her name?”

“Kidney?” you asked.

“Is that what you call her?”

You realised the error and lay face down on your desk, “I mean Cidnee!”

Max had noticed your obvious deflated demeanour. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Well, all my vacation days are gone.”

“What?”

All you could do was shrug. This was going to be a great week note the sarcasm.

“Oh, here,” he handed you a set of keys. “Makes sense for you to have your own set of house keys.”

“Sorry, I haven’t been looking for other places, I’ve been busy with…” you gestured to yourself.

“I want you to stay.”

“You do?”

He nodded as he sauntered his way into his office.

*****

After a long week, it was Friday. The last Friday of the month was cake day. Well, technically it was a chance for all workers to co-mingle with one another in an awkwardly forced capacity. The only thing that made it bearable was the prospect of cake. Cheap alcohol was provided but that didn’t matter when there was cake. It was the only thing you were looking forward to today. One bite of a sugar, flour, butter and hopefully chocolate concoction would make you forget all the issues you faced this week.

“Store-bought cake,” Max sadly looked at the cake he was holding. “Couldn’t even splash out on bakery cake.”

“Why do you care? Do you eat food?”

“Only in social situations. Human food doesn’t exactly agree with me.”

“I can eat your piece, so you can pretend to fit in.”

“One reason to love you. As my executive assistant.”

He saw your face as you took a bite of cake. “Yeah, they should have gone for bakery cake.”

“Okay Garland. When I’m in charge, you’ll be in charge of the cake.”

“If I was in charge, I’d stop the mandatory social gathering and just hand out cake.”

The revelry was interrupted by the tapping of two empty beer glasses.

“Everyone, I would like to make an announcement” Jacob smiled a toothy grin and picked up his third beer. “I think of this company as my family,” you rolled your eyes. “And I would like to announce to my family here that this beautiful woman here,” he gestured to Cidnee who was standing next to him. “Has agreed to marry me.”

Everyone clapped as he held up her hand. On her hand was the ring that was previously on your hand. You swallowed back the cake that wanted to come up.

“And” he continued. “This family is only going to grow as Cidnee and I are having a baby.”

You quietly and promptly left the room that no one noticed.

There wasn’t anywhere for you to lie down in your small office, so you opted to just lie face down on the floor.

You heard your door open and saw the fancy shoes of Max. He had a moment of panic seeing you lying on the floor but quickly sensed that you were only dying of heartbreak.

“Are you okay Garland?”

“I hate him, I just hate him.”

“I hate him too,”

“I was hoping a chandelier would fall on his stupid head.”

“You know, I did look into having them installed in the company, but they didn’t suit the space.”

“And now they’re all in your place?”

“They definitely suit my space,” he sat down on the floor. “Well, I can tell you, that dickwad is no longer eligible to be on the vampire waiting list.”

You turned your head, “He was on waiting list?”

“He likes to think he’s on the waiting list. But officially, he’s no longer qualified as he has too many close living relatives.”

“Is that a requirement?”

“One of them. It’s how I qualified. I have no one.”

You got further off the floor, “Don’t I count?”

“Well now you do but back then,” he shrugged.

“I’m sorry I lost contact with you. It was so sudden and unexpected.”

“It was. All I had time for was punching Evan in the face.”

“Good.”

“And it wasn’t your fault.”

“Are you blaming Jacob?”

“I would blame him for everything if I could,” he let out a sigh. “Let’s get out of here. We could watch My Fair Lady and make fun of Rex Harrisons so-called singing.”

You let out a laugh, “So long as you don’t end it with that rant of yours.”

He stood up, “I stand by the fact that Eliza should have ended up with Freddy and not that Higgins twat.”

“I know, I’ve seen the PowerPoint,” he helped you up. “Twice.”

“Let’s go home.”

“There’s no place like home.”

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npookie0 · 7 months ago

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If you’re into it, maybe Misaki x reader right? And Misaki gets a request to assassinate reader, and the person who requested the assassination is Reader’s rich ™️ ex boyfriend ?? 🤔 I haven’t done misaki’s route yet so unsure if this can be done DBDJJSJS if it’s not, dw about it hehe

I’ll do a signature this one time bc u know who I am anyway -lostboi

Headless lover.

Misaki was in their room, looking at their computer screen with a widespread smile. They just hang up from a call with you. Somehow that simple call with their friend who chose to stay anonymous brought them a lot of ease, even with all the new "job offers" piling up for them.

Being an assassin wasn't easy, they would be lying if they said that they like the job.They hate it. It stresses them out, gives them nightmares sometimes. But it's the easiest work to get a good enough pay in. They need to help their parents, they need to support them, or what child would they be?

Luckily you were there, never expecting anything from them, showing kindness, sharing some silly moments. Your company was truly relaxing, even more than the other server's members. You never expected anything from them, didn't talk about killing as much as Ronin did, didn't talk about not having enough time because of your work. You were just there with them, laughing like an idiot at Misaki's jokes, never asking about anything they'd not want to talk about. She really appreciated you for that, being able to behave like a stupid teenager was something Misaki needed, and you were a friend ready to let her act however she liked.

'Time to look at these offers." They sighed, opening the messages they received. Cheating husbands, politicians, wives, people endangering someone's shady business. The list was never ending, the deeper they looked the more risky the gigs were. Risk means more money, but they didn't want to take on a president or another person who would end up as big numbers in their bank account, no matter how good the pay. So they looked for a while longer until one of the requests looked easy enough.

'Kill my ex. They're a total loner, no friends, no family, easy kill. Just fucking get rid of them. Here's the info you would need [link], send proof and I'll give you a lot of money. XYZ' Short and simple. very different from their regular clients. With a long sigh and hope that it wasn't the police who tries to get their ass put into jail, they clicked the link. A wall of text with a lot of pictures attached to it was in front of them now.

"F/N L/N huh? Really a loner, sits in front of their computer and tries writing. Seems easy enough." They murmured to themselves as they looked through the pictures. "it's such a shame, they do have a pretty face." Misaki never felt bad for their targets, well most of them deserved to die, or Misaki just stopped giving a damn. But with this kill, something felt different. It's like their brain was telling them not to take it, there was no reason for the kill, just an order and a promise for payment worth the task at hand.

They sighed, maybe it was just their guilt playing tricks on them? They shouldn't get emotionally connected with the targets, it was dangerous for them, and only made the work harder. They just needed to suck it all up and do what they do the best, kill them.

Ding!

A sound came from the Slaughter House server, they clicked on the main channel and noticed that Ronin was dropping his emo act again.

goreboy: hey Losers how're y'alls sad little Existences going? hitmeuppp: good before i saw my new job T_T user: How bad is it? :o Angelic: Don't worry Misaki, I'm sure you'll do great ♥ hitmeuppp: awww i love how you cheer me into murder hitmeuppp: but to answer you @user hitmeuppp: it's just someone trying to get their ex killed ugh user: Ew poor you </3 goreboy: damn And i thought That i was the psycho Angelic: Because you are ^^

They chuckled as they watched to topic change into Ronin being a total psycho, yeah maybe they all were murderers, but they still felt like family. A family full of psychopaths for sure.

user: Hey, you okay in there Misaki?

They perked up when they saw your dm, finally they could chat with you again! Of course they're not picking favourites!!!

hitmeuppp: y'know just the usual anxietyyyy haha user: man :/ well if you want we can hop on vc!

And Misaki took that offer very eagerly, they loved talking to you, your voice and way of speaking was just making them forget about the blood staining their hands, the blood they will never be able to wash off.

A few days passed, Misaki was slowly getting ready for their job… Jesus how fucked up it sounds, killing someone as a job… Well it was too late for them to regret it.

They were on top of a building, their gun held firmly in their hands.

"Deep breath Misaki, just like Y/N told you to." They whispered to themselves as they looked at their target.

They were seated by a desk, writing mindlessly on their computer, completely unaware of the danger they were in. Misaki had to do it quickly so she wouldn't let the guilt eat her from inside. Normally they wouldn't feel so bad, but this person was innocent, they looked them up so many times, nothing. No murder under their name, no crime or shitty behaviour, just a regular person with a pretty boring life. Something Misaki could be jealous of, they'd dream of a life like theirs, maybe minus the part of their ex wanting them dead.

With their breath held back, they bulled the trigger. The shot breaking through the window, then hitting their head. Blood splashed everywhere, probably dirtying their computer screen. Misaki watched them fall from the chair, their head damaged severely. Now they just had to collect their stuff and quickly go back to their place, dm user and forget about this kill… Like that was fucking possible.

The next few days felt so weird. Misaki texted user everyday but there was no reply, they were offline, no one in the server knew what it was about. Some thought that they ended up in jail and some thought that they were a police agent who will send the cops at them. Misaki was unsettled, they didn't buy you being someone sent by the police, it wouldn't make sense, you were too open about yourself. Yeah maybe you didn't share your face or legal name, but Angel didn't either!

hitmeuppp: hey… i just killed them… [01.12 1:22 AM] hitmeuppp: you won't believe what crazy dream i had! [02.12. 3:33 AM] hitmeuppp: maybe you're asleep? [02.12 4:55 AM] hitmeupp: no you're usually awake at this hour. [02.12. 05:05 AM] hitmeuppp: they really paid me a lot for that ex [03.12 3:57 PM] hitmeuppp: they really had to hate the [03.12 3:58 PM] hitmeuppp: are you… okay? [05.12 12:12 AM] hitmeuppp: user??? [11.12. 4:44 PM]

They were going crazy, texting you everyday, but there was no answer from you. They began to believe that maybe you really did work with the cops… Oh how they wished that was the case.

goreboy: [https://writer_found_assassinated_in_their_home] goreboy: well Now we know Why the newest killer Is so silent goreboy: they're Dead

What.

No. No.

They clicked on the url, it had to be someone else, you were someone else…

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no…." Misaki started to shake their head when they saw the pictures.

It was the same person. The same person they killed, but something was different… Their head, it was… it wasn't connected to their body. Someone went there after Misaki killed th… after they killed you. And that's when they remembered, that ex, they had no way of knowing that you were dead until the news posted about it. They did it.

Misaki's felt so dizzy, the world was blurry in front of their eyes. They killed you. It's their fault that you're gone now.

It's their fault that you ended up like this.

If only they didn't take that fucking job…

#killer chat #fanfic #gender neutral reader #asks #misaki killer chat #ansgt #angst no comfort

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beeandthesillies · 4 days ago

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📖 fanfic trope f/o ask game 📖

hi hello again! long time no see! i'm back with another ask game ⪩(ᐢᗜᐢ)⪨

this game will be centered around fanfic tropes! so instead of an emoji (like i usually do), i'll list some popular tropes that you would probably see in an ao3 tag and i'll attach questions/scenarios related to it! feel free to go crazy with your responses!! you can even add onto the prompt if i didn't suggest something you relate to! i left them open-ended/vague for a reason ദ്ദി ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ ) i'd love to see what you create and think of with these prompts!

i tried to add as many tropes/AUs as i could but sadly i could not get to everything! maybe i'll do a part 2 if anyone would like that ❀⸜(˶´ ˘ `˶)⸝❀

note: unfortunately this will be my first f/o ask game that will not be familial/platonic f/o friendly :( i'm so sorry!

and as always; proship please do not interact!

(note: if your f/o is from a different time period than the prompt, the prompt will modernize everything if needed!)

coffee shop AU - what would a coffee shop AU of you and your f/o look like? would you both work at a cafe? would one of you be a customer? how would you meet in this universe? how would you fall in love?

college/university AU - if you and your f/o were in an alternate universe where you attended a college/university, what would happen? what would your majors be? are you roommates?

tattoo/florist AU - who would be the tattoo artist? who would be the florist? what would the meet-cute look like? how would your jobs influence your love languages?

actor AU - what kind of movie or TV show would you and your f/o be in? what is the dynamic of the characters you play in the movie/show? did you meet through being casted together, or did you already know each other? what is your dynamic like outside of playing characters?

soulmates - how do you and your f/o discover that you're soulmates? is there some sort of symbol that shows up? any words? how do you find each other?

slow burn - how slow or fast did you and your f/o fall in love? how would it have been different if it was the opposite? (e.g. if you fell in love slowly, how would it be if you fell quickly?)

enemies to lovers - if you and your f/o are enemies, is there a reason why? did something drive you apart? or were you on opposing sides from the beginning? how does your relationship develop into the romantic territory? what was your/their "oh no, i'm falling for them" moment?

there was only one bed - do you cuddle at night? do you have a favorite position to sleep in? big spoon? little spoon? do you prefer to sleep without touching?

canon divergence - if you have a self insert, what would happen if you diverged the story from the canon plot of your lore? what would you change? if you don't have a self insert, imagine if your f/o's media source was different in some way. what would be different? how would it affect your relationship or how you meet?

hurt/comfort - have you and your f/o ever gotten into a fight or argument? what was it about? how did you resolve it? what about if one of you got physically injured? how would they comfort/soothe/help you? how would you comfort/soothe/help them?

opposites attract - make a small list of a few ways you and your f/o are different. maybe your music taste? your love languages? your aesthetics or clothes?

5 plus 1/"five things" - self explanatory! (e.g. 5 times your f/o wanted to kiss you but didn't and 1 time they actually did.)

role swap - what would happen if you switched places with your f/o? how would you take on their role in their universe? (e.g. if your f/o is royalty, you both swap and you are now royalty.) would your meeting be different? how much would change between you and your f/o?

slice of life - list a few moments of domesticity between you and your f/o! (e.g. your f/o making you breakfast in bed.)

sickfic - you get sick. how did you get sick? how does your f/o take care of you? what happens if they get sick? how do you take care of them? have you ever both been sick at the same time? how does you deal with that?

#i hope this makes sense :')#buzzing bee #f/o community #yumeshipping #romantic f/o #f/o ask game #f/o positivity #f/o #f/o stuff #yume ask game #yume community #yumeblr #yume shipping #self ship ask game #self ship positivity #self shipping #self ship

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mjlovescm · 1 year ago

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Snapshot, Argyle 🍋

A/N: idk if this is really nsfw but it contains- kissing, lap sitting/grinding, lingerie,

“Okay, and when you take photos, put this on your neck so you won't drop it.”

“I’m not gonna.”

Jonathan ignores Argyle’s words and continues to warn his friend about the importance of being careful.

“Argyle,” Jonathan says cautiously, “what do you really need it for? Whatever it is, I can just take the photos for you and say I helped you with it.”

He suggests, for the fourth time today, just to be shut down again by his best friend.

“Sorry man.”Argyle's hand is firm on Jonathan's shoulder. “There’s some things only I can do. Trust me.”

It was one of the many very vague responses he’d been receiving from the long-haired man. Useless attempts at easing Jonathan's worries when it came to Argyle using his camera for reasons that keep changing. First it was “curiosity,” then personal reasons. When those didn’t work, he landed on a random “project.”. Although none of it made real sense, Jonathan trusted his friend, for better or worse.

“Okay,” he says with a huff. “I trust you.”

“Thank you man y/n’s pics are gonna turn out great.”

Jonathan smiles at the thought before really taking in Argyle’s words.

“Isn't this for a work thing ?”

Argyle is silent before spewing nonsense to cover his tracks.

“Thanks for the camera man, have it to you by monday!”

Long distance at any age is difficult. But doing long distance as high school sweethearts going to separate colleges was rough. With the large transition, stress, and distance of college, you and Argyle worried how your relationship would survive. Rather than ponder the survival rate of your relationship, you searched for ways to keep it alive regardless of your location.

Letters, mixtapes, and over-the-phone dinners were on the long list of long-distance activities. But anything involving sex was number one. Dirty letters were too prison-style; mixtapes would only put us in sexually frustrated moods; and phone sex started way back in junior year. But an idea the two of you never considered was dirty photos as keepsakes.

The lingerie store at your local mall had peaked your interest the moment you stumbled upon it. But it wasn't until now that you had a real reason to shop there. A sexy photo shoot was the perfect opportunity.

“Don’t you think lace is a little advanced.” Argyle comment’s trailing behind you like a lost puppy. “I don’t want us to get too ahead of ourselves.”

“Advanced how?” you questioned your boyfriend.

“Not in a bad way,” he’s quick to clarify. “I just- I don’t think my pictures will look as good as yours. I wanna give you something steamy to hold onto.”

You stop and turn to look at your boyfriend with a sweet, teasing smile.

“Argyle, just because you’re paying doesn't mean I’m the only one getting something,” you assure him. “I told you I wanted us to match.”

“I’m paying?”

“Yep and we're getting matching pajamas.”

After many hours at the mall you left carrying a hefty amount of bags and the two of you made your way to your home.

But back in your bedroom, you weren't feeling as sexy as you did prior. Now that you were face-to-face with a camera and your boyfriend's eyes, the last thing you wanted was to be seen.

A knock at the bathroom door makes you jump out of your exposed brown skin.

“Baby I think I got the hang of this thing.”

“T-that's good,” you paused, your mind elsewhere. “Can you get me the pajamas? I’m not ready for any pictures.”

“O-oh okay… you all good in there?”Argyle asks with a soft voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lie.

Your words say one thing but your body language speaks for itself. While Argyle worked out the kinks of the camera you found yourself stuck in your head. Suddenly hyper aware of the brown skin that was present and exposed under the matching set you had on. The change in mood is apparent to your boyfriend, who knew exactly how to fix it.

“Before we start…” he sets the camera down and rummages through his jean pockets for something. “A little party starter?”Argyle smiles and shows you a few pre-rolled joints.

Your smile quickly matches his, and soon smoke and smiles fill the space between the two of you. While you light the joint, Argyle picks up Jonathan's camera.

“Smile, baby,” he says, pointing the lens at you.

“Hey,” you say as the flash hits your eyes. “I thought we were taking sexy photos.”

“Trust me.”Argyle says almost more to himself than you, voiced laced with something.

“These are very sexy.”

“Oh yeah.” you match his newfound tone. “What about it?”

With the joint pressed to your lips and light in hand, you take a few drags. Exhaling you blow the smoke at the camera, Argyle's eyes light up along with the flash from the camera.

You and your boyfriend take your time to smoke. Enjoying each other's presence and bodies, along with taking photos. As the weed settled into your system, your nerves slipped away, confidence and sexuality replacing them.

“Don't you think that's a little close?”Argyle asks as you sit in his lap, a camera in your face.

You ignore his question, pushing the camera aside and kissing Argyle without a word. A small sound leaves him, and you follow suit. Plump lips move against each other slowly, taking time to enjoy the feel of the soft skin. Argyle's large arms wrap around your body, pulling you closer and intensifying the kiss.

“You- look so-”

Argyle attempts to speak with his lips still on yours but his words come out muffled. Wrapping your hands around his neck you ran your fingers through Argyle’s long hair as your hips began to move against his lap. Although his words don't break the two of you apart, the sudden flash of Jonathan's camera does.

“Was that on purpose?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“Yes,” he lies. “No, you got me excited,” he admitted.

“Aww.” you say with a smile. “Let’s take a few more.”

You take a few cuter pictures, kissing each other on the cheek, among other places. But it didn't take long for your photo ideas to become less cute and more sexy.

“Hmm, that's a good angle.”

“Oh yea.” you say as you get on your knees before running your hand over the lingerie containing Argyle’s erection.

You press your face to Argyle's bulge before kissing his tip. The two of you are too lost in the moment to remember Jonathan's important advice when it came to taking pictures.

Argyle's clumsy fingers lose grip before he realizes.

“Oh shit baby.”

Argyle's attempt at a warning is useless. You're smacked in the face with Jonathan's camera, and you immediately yell at the pain.

“Fuck,” you curse, holding the spot where you've been hit.

“Oh my god, baby, are you okay?” your boyfriend quickly analyzes your face.

Once he is sure you’re fine, Argyle is quick to pick up Jonathan's camera, inspecting it for anything. A crack, scratch, or broken piece. Thankfully, Jonathan's prized possession was left unscathed, and for it to stay, that meant this photoshoot was over.

“Told you your camera was safe with me man.”

Argyle takes the camera off his neck and hands it back to its owner.

“Don't worry, I’ll develop them for you.” Jonathan offers.

“No!”Argyle says with wide eyes. “These are for uhh my eyes only,” he says, plastering a smile onto his nervous face.

Masterlist Sweet and Sour Silky Smooth, 🍋

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writefightandflightclub · 1 year ago

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Ride or Die (Santiago “Pope” Garcia x fem!reader): Chapter Nine (of 11 - COMPLETED SERIES)

Series summary: Together, you and Santiago have been “soldiers” then “friends” then “lovers”; but will you ever figure out what comes next, especially when Santiago can’t (or won’t) stop running?

Genre: a LOT of angst, (some) smut, best friends to… lovers?

Warnings: see collated series warnings, here. Please note this series is 18+. Minors or ageless blogs interacting will be blocked.

Series info: this is a COMPLETED SERIES. All chapters are written and queued. Posting schedule is here (includes series master list).

Author’s note: Shorter chapter this week (be warned, next week's will be the heftiest yet), but I hope you like this next instalment! It's really gearing us up for the FINAL TWO! As always, I would be super grateful for any comments / reblogs / asks you may wish to send my way. If you've read this far, THANK YOU! ILY :-*

Word count: 3.8k for this part.

Tag list info: will reblog separately tagging those on taglist. You can request to be added to taglist if you are 18+. Send me an ask, please, so I can keep track :)

Today is a new day. It’s a new day and you’re done crying. You’re done holding on to anger and resentments.

Besides, you feel as though you gave Santiago everything you had last night, and - at least for now - there is nothing else left to give.

So, instead of wallowing, you plod downstairs to where Frankie is stationed in the kitchen, offering up your favourite pastries, coffee, and even pulpy, freshly squeezed orange juice. You pull up to the breakfast bar, hopping up on a stool to survey your extravagant pity platter.

It’s true then. “He’s gone.”

Frankie nods solemnly, leaning into the other side of the island like he’s a sympathetic bartender in some old Western flick. He claps his palm to your shoulder in a supportive gesture. “I’m sorry, chiquita.”

You shrug.

His face twists. That’s not all there is. “Don’t shoot the messenger, but…”

“What, Frankie?”

“He had to bounce but he didn’t want to wake you. Said you looked far too peaceful sleeping for him to come along and fuck that up.”

Your brow notches, absorbing all of that with a contrived neutrality. “How did he… seem?”

Frankie’s eyebrows raise lightly as he ponders, thinking back over prior events. “Calm, actually. Happy, even.”

“Hmm.” You smile softly to yourself. Makes a change from lately to hear that. You get it though. After last night, you can’t feel anything else either. Even if he technically didn’t say goodbye in words, you get it. You aren’t mad. Chances are one or both of you would have fucked it up this morning. This way at least, it leaves the night you spent together untarnished. Makes it feel like holding on to a good dream, before the realities of the day can set in and make things fraught.

Frankie’s face crumples with concern as you gaze wistfully into the middle-distance. “You gonna be alright?”

You pump your eyebrows. Search yourself for feelings. “You know what? Yeah. I am. I’m okay.”

Frankie’s eyes glint playfully then. “Oh. So you won’t need alllll o’ these yummy pastries?”

You laugh as he eyes the pain au chocolat pointedly. “Get stuck in, Morales,” you invite fondly, and he obliges, scraping up a stool and wiggling on his ass until he’s comfy.

“Hey. So,” he says through mouthfuls. “Did you two figure anything out?”

You groan at the sheer complexity of Frankie’s simple question. Did you? Or are you still going around in circles? “We know we love each other. The rest? Uh. I still don’t know.”

“He’ll get there.”

You puff air out from between your teeth.

“You don’t think so?” Frankie interprets.

You wrap your arms around your middle. “It’s not that. It’s… I don’t think it was all on him.” You don’t have any blame or accusations left. No grudges to hold on to - your hands are open. You’ve both made mistakes. Manufactured this distance, in your own ways - sometimes literally, sometimes not. You were both just trying to figure all this out as best as you could.

Frankie’s brows notch and rise with a silent question. How so? What do you mean?

The thoughts form as you speak them. Clumsy yet intrepid. “I guess... It just feels like we were… Both waiting for the other person to get somewhere, you know? But this whole time, we should’ve been heading there together. Otherwise, how the fuck were we supposed to know where to end up?” You slide a palm over your face. “Christ. Does that make any fucking sense?”

Frankie ponders. “I think so. Like trying to meet on the highway without a time or a place or directions?”

You reach out and clasp his hand. “You get me, buddy.”

Frankie blinks, tangling himself up further in your metaphor, but valiantly trying to muddle through. “And so… do you…?” He scratches his chaotic mop of hair. “Do you have a map now? A meeting point? I mean… What happens next? On the highway?” Your mouth lilts into a gentle smile at Frankie’s earnest question. He notes and feeds your amusement, going off the deep-end with this metaphor now. “Are you driving in shifts, chiquita? Grabbing cheez-its for the road?”

You laugh, the musical sound mingling with Frankie’s throaty chuckle. “What happens next?” You repeat the question out loud, carefully, posing it to yourself. Hasn’t that always been the question? However, the very sentiment which used to scare you now feels a lot more like potential. Like possibility.

Still, you feel -for the moment- like leaving that question hanging. You leave a pregnant pause. You let it breathe.

For now; you let it go. You let him go.

“Where are the other guys at, anyway?”

Frankie rides your tangent with ease. “Packing shit up.”

“We should help them.”

“Yeah, we should,” Frankie grins mischievously, and yet neither of you make any effort whatsoever to mobilise.

Instead, Frankie pours you a cup of coffee from the pot.

“You wanna call off the hike today?” he asks hopefully, Frankie increasingly a creature of comfort.

“No. Hell no. I need to move.” You lock your fingers and stretch your arms above your head, a satisfying stretch extending down your spine.

Frankie’s eyes sparkle across at you. “Just not in aid of helping the Millers pack their trunk, huh?”

“Exactly! What did I tell you, bud. You get me.”

You do though. You need to move. You need to move forward. No more standing in place. No more moving in circles, always repeating.

Still, when you think about it. When you think to what is ahead, to what is next, your stomach drops. You feel overcome by a sudden anxiety which you can’t place at first. Like having misplaced something dear to you. Like having done something wrong but not being able to recall exactly what. Then, all of a sudden, you understand it entirely.

“Listen. Tell me about this job, Frankie.”

He immediately tenses up. “What job?”

You take a bite of your pastry. “The one with Lorea’s cash house.”

Frankie simply groans. He always knows more than he lets on, this one. About everything. Everyone.

“Is it true? That you and the boys are in?”

You can plainly see his reticence to respond. But you know for a fact that he’s about to cave.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

“They need a pilot,” Frankie states, looking up at you with guilty, puppy dog eyes.

“Fuck me. He dragged you back in too, huh? You know… Sometimes I wonder if any of us are good for each other.” Your tone grows mildly irate, your heart quickening, but you recognise it for what it is. It’s simply anger veiling worry. You love these boys.

“Come on, don’t say that,” Frankie bargains. “We’ve dragged each other out of hell.”

“And back again.”

Frankie takes a deep breath. His tongue pokes around the meat of his cheek. “He says it’s simple recon. In and out. No mess.”

You jut your chin up. Stare at him levelly, unblinking. You know that Frankie will give it to you straight. Know that he can’t help himself. “And you buy that?”

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

“Not for a fucking second.”

You scoff, shaking your head. Not when it comes from Santiago, no. After all, you’ve fallen for Santiago’s bullshit plenty of times yourself. It’s the fact that Frankie would wander in with his eyes wide open to it that really gets you. It’s something else.

Still, before you can chastise him for being so stupid, Frankie glumly offers up some explanation. “Look. I need the job. I… I got my license revoked.”

Your heart drops - and your face with it. Your hands clamp over your mouth. “Frankie,” you say softly, with empathy. “Fuck.”

He hunches in on himself despondently, his hands disappearing up his sleeves, his fists clenching and his gaze cast downward. “I fucked up, man. Cassie has a baby on the way and I fucked up.” His eyes swim with a deep shame.

“Coke?” you venture, tentatively.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Slowly, he nods.

“Frankie.” Your hand swipes over your face, and your eyes fill with concern for him. His palm waves in the air, however, quickly dismissing any sympathies you may care to bestow.

“I’m back on track. Getting there. I am.” His eyes are nothing but determined. Sincere. “But I need this gig. No matter how fucking hare-brained a scheme that pendejo is cooking.”

“Think of the baby, dude.”

“That’s exactly what I’m doing,” Frankie says forcefully, in a harsh tone he rarely uses, and you know in no uncertain terms that the conversation is done. That he’s made his mind up, and that he won’t hear you out any further on the matter.

You swallow. Regroup. You chew on some platitudes, but none of them feel quite right.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Frankie says after a stretched, tense moment. “I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“It’s okay,” you jostle his shoulder, and it shakes a little of the tension from him and the room. “I get it. And shit. I’m sorry for putting all of my bullshit on you this weekend. I wish you’d said something, Cat.”

He shrugs. Speaks with finality. “There’s not much to say. It’s done. I just need to make it right. And I will.”

“I believe it. But you do know that I’m… If you need… Anything, Frankie.”

He looks up at you then, the warmth back in his eyes as your voice cracks, searching for the words. But, he already knows everything you could ever say. You’ve said it before, a hundred times. He knows you love him. Knows you’re proud of him. Knows you’d do anything for him. Knows you want the best for him. He knows it already.

In turn, you are sure that he already knows everything you could possibly call him out on. That he’s already thought about it. Weighed it up. Thought about the risks. About the possibility that he’s acting out of desperation. The possibility that he’d probably be better off staying the hell away from Pope’s schemes.

He scrapes his stool back and comes to you, bundling you into a tight, warm, big brother hug. You tug in a deep breath, and you let it go. You’re done trying to control everything around you. It never really got you anywhere.

Still, there’s an undeniably uncomfortable knot in your chest as you think about them all gearing up. Strapping on their tac vests. Shoving clotting pads into their med packs. It makes you feel physically ill. And so, you can’t help yourself. “Do me a favour, Frankie? Don’t take Tom?” You muffle the words into his shirt, half hoping they will get lost there. That maybe he didn’t even hear you. But, you know when he braces his hands on your shoulders to get a good look at you, that your game is up.

“Why not?”

You see it then, in his eyes. That Tom is not a risk Frankie has considered. His presence not something he has weighed up.

You deliver your words as plainly and transparently as possible. “He’s too hungry, Cat.”

Frankie simply locks eyes with you, as though trying to weed out your motives. Shrewdly trying to assess your conclusions. Is this just your petty vendetta talking? Is this intelligence? Is this coming from your gut?

“Please. Just trust me.”

“I do,” he nods eventually, but you should know better than to feel any relief. And next, there it is. “I do but it’s not my call.”

Well. You’ve said your piece. You guess that’s all you’ve got. Absent-mindedly, you tug on Frankie’s lapels. “You’d better come back to me, Cat,” you plead plaintively. “And by God, you’d better bring those other fuckers back with you to boot.”

With a wistful affection, Frankie tugs you to him again and you stand there in silence for a few more moments, the sounds of the other guys evident in the background. In time, you and Frankie release each other and gravitate towards them, tucking yourselves under the porch to survey their efforts packing up the trucks.

“We should probably help,” you repeat again, and, to your side, your hear Frankie’s murmur of agreement. However, when you glance to him you see his long, lean frame stretched out up against the wooden porch post. He looks like a man with nowhere else to be in a hurry.

“Fuck,” he curses at nothing in particular, surveying the animated bodies of his buddies before him with both awe and trepidation. “How did we get here? Years of service and none of us have anything to show for it.”

That’s a Santiago sales pitch, through and through, you reckon. You recognise his propaganda. Funny, since he used to swallow the flag for breakfast. Is that how he got to him then? Convinced Frankie he could finally make bank? Take what he deserved? Ah. Or give his family what they deserved? Frankie is all about family.

A sad smile twitches your mouth. “Well. That’s not entirely true, is it? Not nothing.” You think of what you’ve gained from all of this. “I got a gaggle of weird ass brothers. A suitcase full of trauma. A fucked back. And! An array of unhealthy coping mechanisms.”

Despite the darkness of your statement, Frankie’s eyes crinkle. What else is left to do but laugh, anyway? “Maybe Will should put that in his speech.”

You belly chuckle at that, moving to lean up against the opposite post. “Yeah. Scare those poor recruits off before they can end up like us, huh?”

Frankie looks wistful again. “It hasn’t been all bad.”

No. It hasn’t. He’s not wrong about that.

You ponder on it. If you could go back and change your path - would you? But, despite everything, your squad would be far too much to lose. “Sure. The weird thing is, as shitty as it’s been at times? I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

There is a beat, and Frankie reaches out across the space between you and wordlessly clasps your hand.

“Listen. You gonna be okay, Frankie?” He looks down at his worn sneakers, contemplatively, as though he really doesn’t know the answer yet. You give his hand a squeeze, trying to let him know that’s okay. “We’ll talk more, okay?”

He nods - a subtle, concessionary thing, like maybe he could really do with that.

“I get why you didn’t tell me. But I’m sorry. That I didn’t do a better job of asking.”

“It’s not on you,” he says generously. A little too generously, in your estimation. You’ve been rather wrapped up in your own shit. A little too self-involved. “I know I can talk to you. I just… I, uh. Didn’t want to ruin the weekend.” The irony of that statement causes a throaty chuckle to bounce in Frankie’s neck, and your palm slides over your face in regret even as you laugh in reciprocity.

“Christ. I did a great job of that all by myself.”

“Well,” Frankie says good-naturedly, shifting to bump your hip with his. Wrapping his crooked arm over your shoulder. “You had some help.”

It is your turn now to look wistful, as you contemplate the storm that is Santiago, and all the rubble he left behind. “He’s really gone again.” Frankie simply squeezes you a little tighter. “Hey. Anything else I should know, by the way?” you needle. “You’re not holding out on me?”

Frankie sucks air through his teeth. “Tom and Molly. She finally served him papers.”

You fold forward, hinging to collapse your upper half onto the porch rail. “Fuck. Shit. I really need to start being nicer to that shithead.” Still, from behind, Frankie’s familiar chuckle buoys you, even as you inwardly berate yourself for getting wrapped up in your own business. “We’re all messes, huh, Frankie? Do you think we can fix it?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I do.”

“Truly?”

“Truly.”

You toss him a soft, grateful smile, which extends as Will makes his way over to your position, greeting you “Hey, slackers!”. You and Frankie share a conspiratorial glance.

“All set for the hike, Captain?”

“No thanks to you.”

“I had an alternate mission. Ranks of pastries to deplete.”

Will feigns tiredness, but his baby blues sparkle even as he rolls them.

“Anyway. Didn’t need you. All set to head out as soon as you slackers get your act together. You wantin’ to do the usual route, hon?”

You brace your arms against the porch rail. Dig your fingers into the wood. “No,” you say, the words a little tight in your chest, but they feel good. “Not today. There’s somewhere else. Somewhere I always wanted to go.”

Somewhere new.

“Fine by me,” Frankie offers. “Just let me grab more pastries.”

***

You relish the hike, when it comes. You relish walking a path that is -to you- entirely untrodden. That he can’t touch. You walked the old, familiar trails for too long, and the only place it ever got you was right back where you started.

The bullshit ends here. You’ve decided.

And so, you turn your attention away from your sun, and to the wider constellation of stars around you. To yourself.

You even do your best to make peace with Tom. To put old grudges to bed.

You relish the hike. Enjoy the undulating landscape. You don’t know for sure what’s next, or where you’re going, but the difference is that for once, that feels okay. Full of potential.

You walk until your legs burn, and when you get to the summit you take a moment to drink in the crisp, clifftop air. To look out across the ocean. To see it from a distance and to know that this time, it cannot break you over and over and over.

Still, when you’re at the top, as if by providence, Santiago texts you.

“Hey. Sorry I had to take off early. I wanna say… Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For the best night of my life.”

“Ah. Fuck it,” you whisper to yourself, and you press the button to call him. You immediately call him. He immediately picks up. “Hi.”

”Hi. What’s up? They just announced my gate.”

”That’s okay, I’ll be quick. I, uh. I just needed to tell you too. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For a proper goodbye.”

“Look, I’m sorry that I-”

“-I’m not mad, Santi. I think… I think we said everything we have to say, right? I think it was…”

”…Perfect?”

”Yeah. Yeah, pretty perfect.”

“Listen. It’s selfish, but. With everything coming up. The Lorea job and… I needed it, you know? Needed that image of you sleeping.”

There’s an ache in your chest and it’s bittersweet.

He cares for you in every way he knows how, doesn’t he? In every way he can. He’s not perfect, but hey, neither are you. You’re both a little bit broken, but that doesn’t mean you can’t heal. And most of all, it doesn’t mean you don’t deserve love while you’re doing it.

One day, he’ll turn up at your door, and he’ll be welcome. Whenever that is. Whenever it happens. But until then, you can’t just wait for him.

Until then, you’ll love him; from a distance.

No longer can you leave him in anger. No longer can he break you.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Maybe one day, that will even be enough.

“Would you promise me something?”

“Sure.”

“Come back and visit soon, huh?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I promise.”

You conclude the call, and you stretch your arms above your head. A pleasant tingle snakes down your back as it cracks. You haven’t felt so relaxed in a long time. You don’t think you’ve ever felt such peace.

The path that you are walking is yours, and you implicitly trust where it’s taking you.

***

You are grateful to slip into the passenger side of Frankie’s car, beginning the drive back to the city and signalling the end of your stay at the beach house. Still, there is something bittersweet there too as you leave behind the site of so many memories from over the years - and now, the site of your most perfect night with Santiago.

It reminds you of all you’ve been through. The ups and the downs and plenty of things which went sideways. You are starting to realise though, that perhaps the landscape of love is undulating. That sometimes the terrain is tough. It shouldn’t have been quite so tough though - so steep and unforgiving; and so, you hope for gentler, easier paths ahead.

It is bittersweet then, as you leave this place behind.

As you look forward, having said goodbye. As you wrestle with your past, future, and present.

Frankie swings the car out and onto the highway, the Millers up ahead and Tom behind, your vehicles forming a convoy through the dark, the glow of headlights illuminating the route ahead.

You sit in silence, eyes and thoughts unfocussed, in abstraction, as you watch vague shapes and colours slipping by the window, your own face occasionally reflected right back at you. You look older than you used to. More tired. But you don’t dislike that.

After a while, Frankie’s robust voice slices through the dark, his eyes on the road and hands threading the wheel. “I don’t know if this will make things better or worse but… Do you want to hear it?”

You swivel your head towards him, fractured, liquid panels of light slipping over the planes of his face as your surroundings pass by in a haze. “Hear what?”

“Pope’s heartbreak playlist?”

Your hands dig into your thighs where they rest. “Do I?”

“Well?” Frankie asks, his finger poised over the button, and evidently not willing to make that decision for you.

“Yeah. Fuck it.”

You brace a little, in all honesty. A tightness takes hold of your chest as you wonder if the first track to befall your ears might be angry. Resentful. Full of blame or sadness that you can’t hope to wrestle with and come out on top. But, as the first notes of the track sound out, you are surprised to find a full, unfettered laugh rises from out of your throat. The tears swell in your eyes next, for it is nothing if not bittersweet.

“That dickhead. I can’t believe…”

You can’t believe it. The fact he has chosen a song which reflects your life together? Which reveals a happy memory?

He loves you, doesn’t he? He has for a long time. And you can’t help but hope that maybe one day, that will even be enough. For tonight though, it will definitely do. You’ll take it. You’ll treasure it.

“Whiskey in the Jar,” Frankie scoffs as he catches on to the song, even if his fingers are drumming against the lip of the wheel involuntarily. “I mean. What the shit’s that all about? He’s a weird kid, I swear.”

“Frankie,” you laugh brightly, turning once again to look wistfully out of the window, as the view of the beach house and the ocean recedes into the distance. You catch another glimpse of yourself in the pane, and this time you look younger, you think. More alive. “Did I ever tell you about that night in Philadelphia?”

#santiago pope garcia x reader #triple frontier #oscar isaac #ride or die series

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roadkillremi · 2 years ago

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Assistant to the Director

Kinktober, Bonus out of 11

Dilf! Randy X F!Reader

MasterList. Kinktober '23. Uncle Randy list

Summary:You're 25 and just got a starter job as an Assistant to one of Hollywood's biggest Horror Director at the Time, Randy Meeks. You knew he was a survivor of the Ghostface killings but you didn't know how H O T he was. Randy's around 33-37 making this around 2010-2014

Warnings: MINORS DNI, Corruption, Readers a Virgin, Language, P in V, oral (m receiving), praise, slight Degrading, sexual thoughts.

"I apologize! I was trying to find out where I was going!" You quickly explained. He looked down at you with a smile, "It's fine.".

You held your notebook tightly as you walked through the studio. Special effect workers went back and forth on set and to actors. You couldn't help but be amazed by the whole thing. You looked around for an office of sorts, you weren't paying attention when you ran into someone.

It was him. Randy Meeks in the Flesh. The man who single handedly changed Horror. You stared at him for a moment to take him all in.

"I.. Hi! I'm Y/N I was Hired to be your assistant!" You smiled. He nodded, "I thought you were too pretty to be the camera man." He jokes.

"It's great to meet you! So the office is through there! But we usually stay over here. Today's just some takes. Nothing big. I'll have you write down some stuff like if we're missing a prop. And My last assistant should've taught you how to contact anyone." He rambled. You were lost by his blue eyes, how could no one mention how hot he was?

"Uh, yeah. She did!" You smiled. He nodded, "Great, don't worry you are not the assistant to get coffee. I get my own coffee.". He went to sit down his designated chair.

"Can we get an extra Chair!!" He shouted. Someone got a chair and placed it beside him. You sat in the chair and looked at the set.

"What do you think?" He asked. You looked at him, his face was serious. He valued your opinion, "It looks great. A lot of green so I'm assuming run down.". He nodded, "Yeah, this is a take for a zombie movie they have me doing.".

"Why does this place have no zombies?" You looked at him. He paused staring at the set, "Good question.". He looked down at his papers, "It's about 5 miles from the city...so we probably should have some, huh?"

"Maybe" you smiled. He smiled back and walked over to someone. You sat still taking it all in, this was it. A better job with better people, you leaned back and opened your notebook.

"Excuse me? Wheres Meeks?" A blond stared at you. You looked up, "He went that way!". You pointed and smiled, she nodded and studied your features.

"Who are you?" She asked softly. Your stomach knotted, "I'm the new assistant.". She glanced over in Randy's direction, "Good luck.". She walked over to his direction leaving you. You squirmed a bit in your chair feeling weird not doing anything.

Randy sat back down beside you, "So we're gonna do some takes here then we have to go downtown for some different takes.".

"Got it." You smile. He smiled back, "Okay everyone! I need to see some actors in five minutes!" He shouted. You heard people yell back at him. Once the takes began you got to see him work. He leaned back his fingers on his chin. You glanced over noticing the veins on his arms. His beard was trimmed well and his blue eyes studied everything. You sat up and crossed your legs tightly hoping to fight some ungodly urge to jump him.

The day went by shooting scenes. You were in your new office which was besides Randy's. It was late and you typed at your computer looking almost dead. Randy came out of his office with an obnoxious yawn.

"Almost done?" He asked walking over. He sat in front of your desk, "Um, yeah.. just one more thing.". He grinned, "Alright, I didn't want to leave you here all alone.". You nodded with a small smile, "Are you liking your job so far." He tried to make conversation.

"Yeah, it's way better than my last one." You signed out of the computer and stood up stretching.

"Well I was gonna get a cheeseburger. If you wanna join." He offered. You smiled at his awkward attempt to ask you out.

"Id like that." You smiled. He smiled back, "Great, it's on me!".

You parked your car beside his in the parking lot. You got the car locking it, "Ready?" He called out. You nodded walking over to him and went inside. You ordered a Deli sandwich and he got a cheeseburger. You sat in a booth with a big window showing the parking lot.

"So what made you work in the film industry?" He asked before biting into his burger.

"Uh, I wanted to be a director but it's harder for females. So I was told to start from the ground up." You picked up your sandwich. He nodded, "True. But I can't say it's gonna be easier for you. It's a uh, throat to throat business. Like I met John Carpenter and he was threatened by me!" He complained.

"No way!" You exclaimed. He nodded, "Way.". You shook your head biting into your sandwich.

"Did you take film classes or something?" He asked with his mouth full.

"Yeah. I did film theory, screenwriting, special effects. All that stuff." You leaned back into the booth.

"How'd you like it?"

"It was alright. The theory class was about more recent movies. But I prefer older slashers though." You smirked. He pointed at you, "Ah, Good Girl! People need more classic horror movie lovers!". Your heart dropped, good girl, no one's ever called you that. You slightly smiled before taking a bite of your sandwich.

His blue eyes peered into your eyes, "Well I hope you stick around for a good bit. I enjoy your company..". You nodded in agreement, "I hope I can.".

"Well I'll make a deal. Every Thursday I take you to get burgers as long as you stay." He leaned back. You tilted your head to the side, "Do you do this with all your assistants?".

"Only the amusing ones." He smiled. You sighed, "Deal.".

Working with Randy was easy, he'd tell you jokes to keep the day good. He'd get you coffee when he got himself coffee. He'd make sure you were almost done when he left. Thursday nights were even better, you'd try to look nice. He'd pay for dinner and get to know you better. He never pushed or tried to be with you.

Oh but you wish he did. You wished he'd grab you with those muscular hands. The way he'd lick his lips before speaking. Something about him just turned you on in a way no one ever has. You knew it was wrong, he was your boss. But you wish he'd bend you over his desk and just have at it. Instead you just kept it to yourself and wrote notes in your notebook.

It was a late night and you were swamped with emails. The scene didn't go as planned, Randy and you were stuck in the office until ten pm. He slumped out of his office and glanced at you.

"Rough day, huh?"

"Yeah.." you mumbled. You sighed putting your face into your hands.

"You can go home. I got the rest. I'm sure your boyfriend, girlfriend or whatever is gonna be happy to see you." He took a sip of coffee. You glanced up at him, "I uh.. I don't have a partner.".

"Oh. Sorry.. I uh".

"It's fine." You gently sat up to get a better look at him.

"I thought a pretty girl like you was taken."

Oh he's smooth. Your heart skipped a beat. He was nothing like the geek in the stab movies.

"well I wasn't exactly Ms.Popular." you gripped the arms of your seat. Your heart is pounding against your ribs. He smirked, "Me neither. Well goodnight.".

"Goodnight.".

That's when the flirting began, it was subtle. Just compliments here and there. Once you accepted them and subtly flirted back it got more serious. Flowers on your desk, coffee always ready for you. Dinner for more fancy, his hand brushing against yours.

The movie was about to wrap up and you had to prepare for the premieres. You were busy scheduling times and dates for Randy. It was another late night and he shuffled out to the printer. You glanced up at him, his brown hair was a mess. Spikes of it out the side, you looked back at the computer. You bit your lip looking down at yourself.

"Um, if you want I can get take out delivered." You broke the silence. He turned towards you and smiled, "That'd be great.". You opened a drawer with take out menus. The previous assistant left them stating he always would ask for take out.

You grabbed some and brought them to him. He looked over and took them, you smiled and adjusted your dress. Maybe you were too dressed up for your job. But it was just for him, no one else. He'd glance at your chest before quickly looking away.

"Uh, Chinese is fine.. I'll be in my office just.. knock uh.. yeah" he left you alone by the printer. You looked down to see the papers he left. You stood there contemplating to bring them. You grabbed them and slowly opened the door. He sat in his chair almost passed out.

How could someone fall asleep so quick? You placed his papers down and looked at him. You cleared your throat waking him up. He looked at you and jumped, "Sorry!".

"You're fine. Randy I need to talk to you.." you sat down in the chair Infront of his desk. He nodded sitting up, "What's up?".

"I like you... a lot.. but I can't lose this job." You slowly explained. He blinked and slightly grinned, "uh.. I like you as well..". You smiled, "I understand if we can't do Thursday dinners anymore.". He then seemed disappointed, "Oh, I guess not.".

"But what if we did?" He asked. You looked up at him, "Randy.. I don't think you understand..". He looked at you puzzled, you took a deep breath.

"I like you in a sexual way." You cleared up. His eyes widened and face went pink. He leaned back in his chair, "Oh.".

"Yeah.." you looked down embarrassed. He fidgeted slightly, "What if I like you in a sexual way?".

"I.. would I be fired?" You panicked.

"No!" He quickly reassured. You calmed down, "I won't tell anyone." He said softly. You nodded, "I'm sorry.".

"Don't be. We don't have to act on it. We'll just be professional." He leaned back into his chair. Your heart sunk, "What if I don't want to.. keep it professional.". Randy went silent, you dug yourself in a deep hole. You got up and looked down at him.

"I never felt this way for anyone. I just.. I really want to be with you." You whispered. You bit the inside of your cheek hoping he'd agree. He stood up and looked down, "I don't wanna ruin your chances of becoming a director.".

"I understand.." you whisper.

"You're really smart and bright. And I'm just some geek that survived murders from years ago. Besides there has to be someone your age.." he tried to help. You sighed pulling him into a kiss, he slowly grabbed your waist.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked. You nod, "Yes.. but I..uh before we do..". He studied your face, "What is it?".

"I'm a virgin...I've never.. done anything like this " you softly say. Randy's mouth twitched a bit into a smile. You looked up at him for a sign.

"That's alright.". He leaned closer pushing the back of your legs onto his desk. He pushed all his papers and knick-knacks into the floor. He laid you down on the desk and looked at your body.

"God.. you're so stunning.." he slid his hands up your thighs. Your dressed scrunched up revealing your already soaked underwear. He gave you a toothy smile, "so wet... haven't even done anything..". You felt embarrassed about your lack of experience. He glanced up at your face, "Have you ever.. touched yourself?".

You're face went redder, you slowly shook your head no. You never had a reason to, he bit his lip.

"I can show you.." he whispered. You nodded quickly, he gently grabbed your hand. He placed it on your clothed core, he gently rubbed it in circles. He watched your lips part slightly, he grinned.

"That's it.. it's okay to moan.." he encouraged. You nodded slightly, he slid your underwear off and moved your hand back. He placed his and your middle finger on the entrance.

"It.. may hurt.." he warned. You nodded and hit your lip preparing yourself. He pushed your fingers in taking both of them at once. You tilted your head back letting out an aroused moan. He leaned over your body as he continued to help finger you.

"Mm.. who knew my assistant was such a dirty girl?.. under all those cute clothes and hard work. Just someone who wanted to be fucked." He teased. You whined as you closed your legs around his arm.

"Are you gonna come already?" He asked softly. You weren't sure if you were, you blinked at him. Your stomach was already knotting, your opening throbbing.

"I .. I don't know" you whined. He nodded, "It's alright, you'll know when it's time.". You nodded as you let out a moan. You tilted your head back as a wave of pleasure washed over. He leaned down leaving a trail of kissing on your neck.

You tried to focus on the feeling of him. The feeling of Randy Meeks being on top of you. You wouldn't have guessed the same geek from the movies would be so talented at this. You lifted your legs up to his sides and arched your back. A giant ball of warmth formed, you bit your lip and gripped his desk.

"I think I'm.. I'm gonna.." you tried to form a sentence. He looked up at you and smiled, he entered another one of his fingers and curled them. He listened to your moans echo off his office walls. You shakily brought your legs down and breathed heavily. He stood up taking yours and his fingers out. You brought your hand to your face. The slick juice coated your fingers, you glanced at Randy. Who was licking his fingers off, he looked down at you and smiled. You lazily sat up, "That.. that was great..".

"..oh princess.. we're not done." He studied your face. You looked at him a bit shocked, "What?".

"I'm not done with you.." he leaned close to your face.

"Unless you want to go. Which is fine." He added. You shook your head no, "Please.. continue.". He smiled and unzipped the fly of his jeans. You looked down at them feeling a pool of arousal form. He snickered as he unbuttoned his pants.

"Can you get on your knees for me?" He asked politely. You nodded getting off the desk, your got on your knees looking up at him. He put his hand under your chin, "Ready?".

"Yes..." you whispered. He smiled taking his member out. You stared at it, the tip craved your touch, he craved your touch. He tilted his head down at you, "Know what to do?". You sat there and gently held it.

"My..my mouth?" You asked softly.

"Yes, baby. Your mouth. Can you do that for me?".

You looked down at it, you gave it a little kitten lick. He bit his lip waiting for more. You licked a long strip up before putting it in your mouth. He let out a satisfied sigh as you moved your head. He put his hand on your head to help guide you. He groaned grabbing a bit of hair as he guided you.

His cock hit the back of your throat multiple times, causing you to drool. You gripped his thighs for balance as he began to face fuck you. He pulled your head back sliding his cock out. You looked up at him, cheeks red and face covered in drool. He smiled and helped you up.

"You're doing so well...learning so much hm?" He rubbed your shoulders. You nodded, "Mhm.." you lazily hummed.

"Like what?" He wanted to hear all that he's done.

"How.. how to finger myself.. and how to give a blow job.." you weakly explain. He grinned giving you a kiss, "good girl.".

He sat back in his office chair looking up at your now wrinkled dress. You stood there looking down at him. You felt vulnerable and a bit excited. Randy grabbed your hips sitting you on his lap. He massaged the side of your hip through your dress.

"How are you feeling?" He checked in. You lean towards ur head down to his shoulder.

"Weak ... and tingaly." You breathed. He sighed, "Poor girl .. never got my cock inside of her.". You nuzzled your face into his neck. He smirked, "Do you feel alright to keep going?". You nodded slowly trying to steady your breath. He smirked pulling the rest of your dress off. You let him as if you were a ragdoll leaning back against him. He gently rubbed your back before standing you up. You wobble a bit as you stand he slowly turned you around bending you over.

Your heart raced, your fantasy was happening. Your cheek pressed against the wood, you darted your eyes up at him. He scanned your body running one hand up your back. You took in a shaky breath, he dragged the tip through your folds. You breath hitched up as your hole squeezed around nothing. He chuckled slightly watching it clenched for him.

"Ready?". You closed your eyes amazing the desk was a soft bed. Maybe your fantasy wasn't convenient for this sort of thing. Then again you didn't think Randy would like the idea of this.

"Baby?" He leaned down close to your ear. You opened your eyes, "Mhm..". He stood back up placing his hand in the middle of your back. He pressed in gently helping you adjust. You gasped clenching around him, he let out a low moan.

"you're so tight.." he breathed slowly thrusting into you. You whined feeling his thick length inside you. He picked up the pace pressuring his hand down more.

"So precious... such.. such a good girl.. letting me ruin you like this.." he moaned. You whimpered reaching the edge of the desk. You grasped it holding yourself still for him.

Your thighs burned as he pressed into you. Your brain felt foggy not being able to think of complete words. Just him, the feeling of him taking you. His arms wrapped around hips pulling you up. You leaned back against him trying to hold yourself up.

"Feeling alright?" He whispered. His breath warmed your ear causing you to lean in more. You nodded moaning softly, he slowed down his pace causing you to whimper.

"I think I should stop."

You tightened your grip on his arm and looked up at him. You wanted to say no to beg him to keep going. He raised his eyebrow looking down at you. You parted your lips to try to speak, he thrust into you. He chuckled as your face melted into pleasure. He laid you back on the desk continuing what he started. His grip on your hips burned as he squeezed them.

You choked on your moans feeling overwhelmed. His cock continuously hits your g-spot, he grunt softly.

"I'm.. I'm gonna come inside you. Is that okay?" He moaned. You nodded your mouth flowing with whimpers.

"Gonna make you all mine..." he whispered. You tightened around him feeling your stomach knot.

"Taking me so well... turning you into such a dirty girl..." he grunting releasing himself in you. You whined, your legs shaking beneath him.

"I..I'm gonna.." you tried to form a sentence. He continued at a steady pace leading to you to your orgasm.

"that's it .. just let it happen.." he whispered. You let out a deep breath grasping into the desk tightly. You tried to stand up but wobbled into him. He caught you, "whoa... how about you spend the night at my place?". You nodded and gave him a lazy smile, "Id like that.".

You softly groaned and blinked rapidly trying to adjust to the light. You sat up glancing around the room. There were horror movie posters evenly hung. A dresser with more collectable items from comic books. You looked down at Randy who was fast asleep. You ran your hand through his messy brown hair. He groaned leaning into your touch.

"Good morning" you whispered. He grinned into his pillow, "Morning..". You kissed his forehead laying back down beside him. He reached out for your waist pulling you closer to him.

"Randy?" You whispered.

"Hm?" He buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"Are we... together?" You whispered, your voice shook. He looked at you, "if you want to be.".

"I do. I wanna be with you .." you admitted. He smiled, "good.. we'll just have to keep it a secret. But it seems you're pretty good at that." He grins.

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Hi again, gerec! I hope you've been well 🥹👋🍀

First of all, I'd like to thank you for replying to my fic rec ask a few months ago— your answer has helped me immensely in discovering new cherik fics! 😭🙏💗

Second, I hope you don't mind that I'm asking for another fic rec again from you: do you know any cherik fics that are not set in new york and also aren't road-trip themed? I'm referring to fanfics like "Paper Monsters" by Clocks or "Anarchy in the U.K" by yahtzee, where we as a reader get to learn about the country or city that the fanfic is set on from cherik's eyes :o I tried to consult your masterlist first before asking, but I don't think there's a specific category for it yet? (Please correct me if I'm wrong on that, though! 🙇‍♀️)

I'll gladly take anyyy kind of AUs or tropes that you'll offer if you have any— it's just so much fun to see cherik outside of new york and being like tourists or locals in their respective fic settings hehe 🥹🫶

Thank you once again for all of your wonderful fic recs and ask answers, gerec! I swear you've made my cherik experience 10000x more pleasant than navigating everything all by myself, so I appreciate all of your hard work. I hope you'll have an amazing day ahead 🫂💖

Hello friend! Here are some fics that take place outside of New York, where the city or setting is an interesting or relevant part of the plot. I hope you enjoy!!! :D

i guess i should say thanks or some shit by orphan_account

believe it or not, charles has a well-thought-out moral philosophy. he doesn’t follow it. but he has thought it out.

alternatively: charles and erik douche it up in amsterdam.

Strict Machine by euphorbic

When Professor Charles F Xavier accepted a visiting professor position in Arizona, he did so in order to be geographically closer to his sister. What he did not expect to find was the living, breathing specter of the sportbike gang-oriented past he’d been trying to put to rest.

A tale of sport bikes, consequences, and sacrifice.

Club Avalon by stewardess

1970s San Francisco mutant-owned leather club AU. Erik wants Charles to be his boy, then wants Charles to be something more. Through the miracle of hand-waving, Charles and Raven are 18, Erik 38, and everyone else slightly older than movie age. I planned a short PWP, but Charles and Erik were determined to have their epic romance no matter the setting.

The Chapter In Your Life Entitled San Francisco by clarasteam

Charles and Erik's recruiting trip leads them to San Francisco and the counter-culture of the Beat Generation. But who is the mysterious mutant they've come to find, and why is it proving so hard to track him down? The answer will change their relationship in ways neither of them had anticipated.

An Amateur Psychic's Guide to Remembering What Was Lost by midrashic

Hong Kong, 2011. Erik Lehnsherr lives in limbo: scrounging up money to pay rent from gambling dens or the scrapyard, not using his psychic powers, not dealing with his PTSD. When a teenage fellow psychic shows up at his shithole apartment with a get-rich-quick scheme, he's pulled into a world he thought he left behind—a world of brutal powers, deadly government experiments, and a mysterious man with a suitcase who is going to change his life… again.

Flower and Willow and Steel by ninemoons42

The hunt for international war criminals has led Erik Lehnsherr all over the world and then some, and it's gotten to the point where it's become his life. What is he to do when his list of names leads him to Japan, a culture he knows less than absolutely nothing about? Luckily he's not entirely been left to fend for himself in a strange country where the people speak a strange language and follow strange customs. Luckily he's been handed a key - except that this key is a person, and this person is carrying around even more secrets than Erik can guess.

Mercy of the Fallen (the AirDrop Security Update 2.0) by pocky_slash

Erik Lehnsherr feels defined by his past sins and after years of acting against his own moral compass, he's finally struck out on his own. He's his own boss now, and determined to work hard to help the mutant community and make up for years of doing someone else's dirty work.

Complicating this is Charles Xavier, mutant advocate, genetics professor, unfairly attractive telepath, and owner of the coffee shop below Erik's office. Erik may not think he deserves to be a part of the community he's thrown himself into helping, but Charles has other ideas on the matter, and he's determined to do everything in his power to make Erik see himself as a force for good.

This Is Not Comedy by baehj2915

Written for amarriageoftrueminds' prompt for a Cherik version of Louis CK's tangent about the fuckability of Ewan McGregor.

Naturally the similarities end there. I made this about Erik's full on public lust-filled gay revelation, and the chaos that spirals from there.

The Proper Care of Actors by afrocurl, Clear_Liqueur, Clocks, Etharei

Erik is an A-list action star who is notoriously difficult to work with, until the day he gets cast alongside Charles Xavier, rom-com darling who can charm the pants off movie audiences the world over and apparently even one Erik Lehnsherr. The paparazzi catch them out and about soon enough, and their real-life Hollywood movie romance becomes instant tabloid fodder.

From Westminster With Love by thehoyden

NATO intelligence says there’s an omega-class telepath who sleeps under Westminster. Major Erik Lehnsherr is about to find out the truth for himself.

May Morning by Rosie_Rues

Erik came to Oxford looking for an expert on human mutation. He ends up shagging a drunk telepath.

Slight AU, in which they meet for the first time in Oxford.

Someone to Love the Both of Us by emperors_girl

In the nursery, the baby is still crying. Charles leaves Erik where he sleeps and goes to pick up the child. They'll both be gone by the time Erik wakes.

Charles Xavier's A+ Guide to Management (or, How to Completely Destroy Your Life Without Even Trying) by fro_baby

In which Charles and Erik run a newspaper, wrangle interns, outrun the feds, outwit a multinational crime lord, get royally fucked over (twice), eat prawns, argue over comma errors, dodge (and fail to dodge) airborne projectiles, make many snarky remarks, drive around in the desert, fight, make up, fight again, and slowly (but surely) fall in love.

April by nextraordinaire

In the sharp, unforgiving plains of the Canadian Arctic, Erik is since long adapted to solitude and silence. Separated from civilization, dedicated to nothing but his research, he has formed a life that suits him. There is nothing he would ever want to change. So, naturally, the arrival of grad student Charles Xavier upends everything Erik ever thought he wanted, for better or for worse.

Hiddensee by mollyknight

Instead of being captured, Erik Lehnsherr escaped Poland with his family to the secluded island of Hiddensee. Here in the Baltic Sea, he grows up far away from the changing social structure of a now mutant-inclusive world, a movement brought about by political leader Charles Xavier. It is this island that happens to be Charles' destination for a relaxing break from his stressful work, a quiet summer retreat with no distractions...

Years Falling Like Grains Of Sand by clarasteam

Seven years after they met and parted, Charles and Erik meet again in the most unlikely place.

we'll all be gone for the summer by pocky_slash

Charles and Erik's usual family beach vacation gets a little bigger when they agree to watch Erik's teenaged twins for the summer. Charles is looking forward to a chance to bond with his step-children. Erik is terrified of screwing them up even more.

Until You Make It by AndreaDTX

Erik Lehnsherr, the junior senator from New York, is a once-in-a-generation political wunderkind. There are even murmurs of a potential bid for President. But at 34, as a young, unmated Alpha, even his most fervent supporters are wary. Finding a bondmate would give him a far greater air of credibility. But dating as a well-known politician is public relations nightmare waiting to happen with no guarantee of finding the right person. Raven, Erik’s campaign manager, has a solution: her brother, Charles Xavier.

Charles has finally found his niche, researching genetic mutations in relative anonymity. Then he gets a call from his sister asking an impossibly huge favor. He's the ideal politician’s mate, but having fled that life years ago, he has little interest in politics or returning to the pretentious, exclusionary upper echelon he loathed during his childhood.

When the two finally meet, sparks immediately fly, making it the perfect pairing of convenience. But it’s more than a question of chemistry. They have to survive the media, the tabloids, and the political opponents who’d love nothing more than to take them down.

I'll see your heart (and I'll raise you mine) by sirona

For Kriminalhauptkommissar Erik Lehnsherr, this case will change everything.

#gerec rambles #cherik #fic rec #gerec's fic rec #modern aus #set outside New York #long post #@souenkun

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imfromthedeepblueunderworld · 9 months ago

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Intro!!!

I'm Frye, I'm a lesbian woman and I go by she/they pronouns!!! I am a proshipper and a darkshipper, I have been since I was 8 and first introduced to shipping culture, if I see a 'nice' anti in my inbox or comments trying to 'nicely' get me to convert beliefs, I will block you. I block freely as well. Also, if I ever post my art here, do not reblog with an image ID. I get infected and ill very often and may be inactive for long periods of time because of it. I don't care if antis interact with me, I won't respond to harassment and I'll either block or laugh and move on. Reblog with as much hate as you want, you won't get anything, sorry!!!

INTERESTS:

Scott the Woz, iCarly, Danganronpa, FNaF, D4DJ I LOVE D4DJ TALK TO ME ABOUT D4DJ, Monster High G3, Repo! The Genetic Opera, Papa Louie, H2o: Just Add Water, slasher films (Halloween, Tcm, and saw my beloved) dbd, and Tadc!!

DNF:

Pro-contact harmful paras, antis, true crime fetishists (if you like watch documenaries its fine but if you make fancamsof the fucking columbine shooters shoo go awayyy), anti endo/pro fakeclaiming, Byakuya Togami simps/selfshippers cuz Makoto will start crying (no hate ofc it's js Maloto os our headmate and will get rlly sad lmao)

RADQUEERS AND TRANSIDS STOP FOLLOWING ME FFS CHILDREN CANT CONSENT AND YOU CANT CHANGE YOUR RACE

^ this is me irl btw :3

Stamps not made by me btw💗

I made these tho ^^

ROMANTIC F/O'S:

Venus McFlytrap (Monster High G3) Rika Seto (D4DJ) Pomni (Tadc) William Afton (Fnaf Movie)(belongs to Mike) Byakuya Togami (Danganronpa)(belongs to Makoto)

PLATONIC F/O'S:

Deuce Gorgon (Monster High G1) (we have been besties for years) Gooliope (Monster High G1)

I'm ok with sharers except for Pomni, thats my wife, not urz <3

Also I have a strawpage, go wild https://fryestansstupidsite.straw.page/

And I have a discord server https://discord.gg/Wdxsm7an

So far, only 1 of my headmates (Makoto) has a separate blog here

I bit the bullet and got a rednote account, take it.

I have BPD, and just found out i have DID, so cut me some slack here lol, I'm trying my best

Okay here's a list of all our headmates cuz uh idk man, literally all of them are fictives whoops

Cleo🌺🍹(host

Mike💤 (frontbanned)

Makoto🩷🍀(little)(also frontbanned)

Hajime🍊🧃(protector)

Dawktrap👾🔮 (evil as shit)

Peter🕷🕸 (totally not Spider-Man)

Chet🟢🟩(also frontbanned for worse reasons but not as bad as Makoto)

Frank🩸🔪(gay gay homo gay)

Migraine💧💠 (most obscure ass character for a fictive vro)

Jecka🎀👚(frontbanned, we have way too many frontbanned alters)

Adam⛓️🦴 (queer)

Stretch🎙📼 (texan)

Bubba🦴🍖 (nonverbal mostly)

Melodine🎶🎵 (also protector)

Marina🌊⛵️ (dumb)

Briar🎀🌹 (hates men)

Quentin💉💊 (oh god)

Jesus christ anyways this will probably be updated a good bit

#intro post #proshipper safe #proshippers please interact #profic #proship

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cosmicstarlatte · 2 years ago

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Mammon A-Z Smut HCs (Obey Me!)

⬅Back to Smut HC A-Z Masterlist ◇

18+ only, minors do not interact.

My personal headcanons using this [prompt list]

The goal is to finish the whole list; you are welcome to request a letter so I get to it faster. I will work on it as quick as I can but keep in mind I do have a life & responsibilities lol. ^^

Last Updated: Oct.1.2023 (5 out of 26)

⚠️Notes: I'll tag any sections if needed. If you think a section needs a tag, kindly let me know.

A: Affair (Describe an extra-marital affair)

B: Birthday (Describe birthday sex)

C: Compliments (Mid- and post-sex compliments)

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)

E: Experimenting (Trying something new)

He'll be nervous & get shy with any new kinks. He's always willing to try though, just give him a little time & if he changes his mind, he'll tell you! After trying something, he will let you know if he didn't particularly care for it or not. "That? Ya I like that... but this? Nah, not my style!"

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

The first time you two have sex with each other, it's steamy, passionate & fluffy. Maybe just slightly clumsy but that only happens because of the excitement you both have! Especially him! He loves you & feels much closer to you after it. Cuddling with you the first time after sex filled a hole he didn't know he had. From then on he always looks forward to cuddling after sex.♡

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

I: Initiator (Who initiates most of the time? How?)

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

tags: possessive/territorial/violent, ass grabbing, objectification(?) All common sense goes out the window when it comes to this man & jealousy. He's bark & bite (peck?). He has no issue interrupting you & an unknown demon if they look at you like some piece of meat. You're his; no one's taking his treasure! He will wrap an arm around you or smack your ass & plant a quick kiss, glaring at whoever you're talking to & they can usually take the hint. ...Now if he actually finds someone outright flirting with you & making you uncomfortable, he'll lose his shit & get in their face quick. He has no issue grabbing them & throwing them. "Who do ya think you are! Talkin' like that to what's mine! Remember your place!"

K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)

L: Likes (What they like in the bedroom)

M: Morning (Describe morning sex)

N: Never (Things they would never try)

O: Orgasm (Describe coming--who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

P: Playlist (A playlist for getting down and dirty; will probably include a lap dance song, a song for making love, and a song that represents their sex life)

Q: Quiet (Reaction to a quiet partner)

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

S: Safe Word (How often is the safe word used? Why?)

T: Teasing (Who’s the tease in the relationship? What do they do? How often?)

U: Undressing (Strip teasing a partner)

V: Videos (Sending NSFW videos to each other)

The first time you sent Mammon a video, he jerked it until his balls were completely drained. He of course sent his own vid showing you how much he loved it. "Mmph, fuuuck!...look at what ya do to me...haah! Look at all this fuckin' cum , just for you baby." He couldn't help but ask for more vids from you so he can jerk off when you're not around. He loves to send you his feedback every time.❤️

W: Wedding Night (Consummating the marriage)

X: XXX (What kind of porn does the person watch? How often?)

Before you, he would watch it every other day if he was in the mood. Succubus's & witches, pretty tame actually nothing too crazy & usually had some praise kink involved. Those vids did it for him up until he got you. Now he turns to his own private (favorite) collection if he has to jerk off. See V too lol.^

Y: Yawn (How they sleep post-sex)

Z: Zoo (Their animalistic qualities in the bedroom)

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me smut #obey me headcanons #obey me mammon smut #obey me mammon headcanons #obey me smut headcanons #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon x you #obey me mammon x mc #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹

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2000sangel · 1 year ago

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Hazbin Hotel Fluff Alphabet!

Below is the fluff alphabet list made by snk-warriors here on tumblr; you can go ahead and rq 1-2 letters for one of the characters that I write for! (Check the rules to see which are the writeable characters)

Note that I won't write a one-shot nor headcanons, I will be simply sharing my thoughts :3 Consider this a 300 readers event to interact a bit more openly with me!

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #x reader #husk x reader #adam x reader #angel dust x reader #vox x reader #sir pentious x reader #hazbin hotel #fluff alphabet

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pechaberriesandsoju · 2 years ago

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Okay, I have some gripes about the self ship community. I need to get off my chest. This is a long one. Do not derail this, I will block you. Pro.ship and com.ship DO NOT try to interact with this post, I will block you too. I do not have the patience for this today.

Rant/gripes under the read more.

I'm probably going to get shit for this or something, but I'm getting exhausted over this. The self ship community didn't used to be so scary and hateful. What the hell happened?? What happened to being understanding and kind to others who didn't feel comfortable sharing f/os or having doubles? Why the fuck are we dealing with people spreading lies, causing drama and pulling shit because they're mad someone doesn't want to share? Or causing shit because you end up finding out you share with someone, but instead of blocking them and moving on, you start shti instead? You go out of your way to attack them, harass them, give them trauma and make them feel unwelcome all because you couldn't stand the thought of someone else sharing an f/o instead of using the block button and the black list function that are right there. All because you couldn't respect someone's boundaries.

Why the hell are we being racist or ableist to each other for no other reason besides "I don't like them"? That doesn't give you the right to be cruel to someone because they're a different race or have a mental or physical disability they can not control. There's never an excuse to be out here being so hateful to someone because you feel like you're allowed to say a word or term that you have no right saying or reclaiming just because you want to drag someone down.

And then there are people who question if others' sexualites are valid or not because of the gender of fictional characters they're interested in??? When the hell did we decide that was a "good" idea to do any of this?? Then you have the audacity to claim they aren't valid enough to be considered their own sexuality or gender because they're not good enough for you? Why the hell would you think this is okay?? Does it make you feel better about yourself?? Because it shouldn't. And if it does? You need to take a moment and ask yourself why.

And don't even get me started on the fact that we have to deal with so many pro.shippers and com.shippers in this community. Especially ones that try to lie about it, hide it, and disrespect other's boundaries. We already have to deal with enough toxic bullshit in this community enough as it is, and now we have to deal with these people as well.

It's already hard enough to thrive and grow in this community enough as it is due to the whole fact that unless you're popular or ship with a popular character or have a more appealing and attractive art style compared to others, you don't get much interactions at all. It's a struggle enough in this community for small blogs. We don't need to add on all of this hate to it.

All of this is exhausting and frustrating. I remember when it used to be fun and welcoming, and when we tried to uplift each other, give each other a boost and respected other people's wishes and boundaries. What the hell happened?? When did this all change?? If you're uncomfortable sharing, you're valid, but please don't be so rude and disrespectful to others over it. The block button and the black list function are available to us. It applies to basically everything. Someone rubs you the wrong way, or you don't want to interact with them? Block them. You don't like a person? Block them. Don't like a ship that involves a character you don't like? Black list the tag. It's that simple. I really wish we didn't have all of this hatred happening right now. I really wish this community wasn't so scary and cause so much anxiety for people. Self shipping is supposed to be about having fun and for your own comfort. What happened? What happened to this community?? We need to fix this. People have left the community because of all of this or have been driven out by others over this. This has to stop. We have to do something. I know I myself am just one person, and I'm just a small blog, but it doesn't mean I can't use my voice to an extent.

Thank you for reading. Thank you for taking a moment to listen. Hopefully, this community will improve soon.

Have a good day.

#self shipping community #self ship community #self insert community #okay to reblog #peach speaks #long post

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kaleldobrev · 2 years ago

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My Hero (3)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: After having a successful girls day, Shell almost slips about reading the books to Sam. Meanwhile, Y/N and Dean have a conversation about something that Shell said.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Cursing (2x), Fluff, Angst, Cliffhanger

Authors Note: Here's part 3 of my mini-series! I think that there's going to be one more part to this | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

My Hero Masterlist

As you were driving you turned to Shell who was still mindlessly looking out the window, tapping her finger along to the current song that was playing on the cassette: Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin. Not listening to this cassette for a while, you had forgotten how many love songs Dean had actually put on here. “Hey, can you do me a favor?” You asked.

Shell turned to you. “Sure, what’s up?”

“Can you call Sam or Dean and ask them what they’re planning for dinner?” You asked. “I was thinking about just the two of us going out but I want to make sure my boys actually have a plan or they’re waiting on us.” You explained. “They have a habit of doing that a lot.”

Shell nodded. “Sure. I’ll call Sam. He’s my favorite.” She winked, getting out her phone and going through her contact list to find his name. Although there was a slightly joking tone to her comment about Sam being her favorite, in a really weird way...she actually wasn't. When it came to the Supernatural books, Sam was quote-on-quote her favorite character in the series (besides you of course, and obviously nothing against Dean). One of the reasons for him being her favorite was because she had felt that she had related to him the most, related to what he had went through – not wanting to go into the family business. Fortunately for her, her parents and you were extremely supportive of her decision of not wanting to be a hunter, when Shell had told you three, it was almost like there was a weird sigh of relief; unlike when Sam had told his father and Dean – which was on the complete opposite side of the spectrum. "Hey Sam, it's Shell. I have a question for you."

"Shoot." Sam said.

"Y/N wants to know what you and Dean-O are doing for dinner." Shell said, the nickname rolling off her tongue like it was nothing.

Sam shrugged, despite knowing that neither you or Shell could see him. "I know I'll be fine. But Dean's the only one I'm unsure about." He said. “Mind if I call you back?"

"Why am I not surprised." Shell mumbled. "Sure thing." She said, before the two of them hung up. Shell turned to you once she placed her phone back in her lap. "Sam said he's gonna call me back."

You looked at your sister with slight surprise. "Why?"

"Sam said he needs to see what Dean wants to do." She explained. You let out a deep sigh. "What?"

"I don't know why Sam couldn't just put you on hold and walk down the hallway to mine and his bedroom to ask him what he wants to do for dinner. If I know Dean, and I like to think I do, very, very well, he's either watching a movie in our room or listening to music." As much as you loved these boys, you were amazed by the lack of common sense they had at times.

"So, before Sam calls back, what did you want to do for dinner? Cause I'm pretty sure Dean is going to want pizza." You said, the mixtape finally changing to something that wasn't a love song: Kashmir also by Led Zeppelin.

"I mean, I'm honestly fine with pizza if that's what Dean wants." You sister said, slightly shrugging. "I'm here for the whole summer, you and I have plenty of time to get dinner just the two of us. Especially if Sam and Dean decide to go on a hunt at some point during the summer."

"Yeah you're right." Your voice sounding just a tad sad, sadder than you had intended it to sound. "It's just...I don't know, I guess I'm just surprised that you'd be down for pizza with the gang versus just hanging out the two of us." Which was essentially the whole point of her coming here for the summer.

"I can text Sam and say that him and Dean are on their own. I don't think he minds." Shell unlocked her phone ready to text Sam.

"No, no. It's okay, honestly. Like you said, we have all summer. And even though you're an adult, I'm not just going to leave you by yourself and go hunting with Sam and Dean." You said.

"I wouldn't be alone. I'd be with Jack and Cas." Shell noted. Before you had the chance to comment, her phone had started to ring. "Oh, it's Sam." Her smile ever so gleeful. "Hey Sam. What's the verdict?"

"Dean wants pizza." Sam said, clearly on speakerphone now.

Shell turned to you. "You were right." She mouthed. "Y/N and I are fine with that."

"Mind if I order the usual?" Dean chimed in, Shell's face full of confusion. "It's everything on it."

"So, you like gross pizza?" Shell said, not even fazed by her comment. She couldn't see Dean's face on the other end, but you knew that he must of look offended. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh, not caring if Dean could hear you on the other end or not.

"How dare you." Dean said, his voice clearly sounding like he was offended. "You are so lucky I'm in love with your sister." He mumbled.

"Just get plain cheese babe." You said, hopefully loud enough for him to hear as for some reason your sister was refusing to have her phone on speaker phone.

You swear you could hear his eyeroll. "Fine. I'll get stupid just plain cheese."

"My poor baby." Your voice sarcastic.

"Order it whenever. We'll be home in less than 20 minutes." Shell interjected.

"Sounds good. See you guys soon." Sam said hanging up the phone.

"We're back guys!" Shell yelled almost singsong like once you closed the Bunker doors behind the both of you. "See you boys didn't burn the place down." She smirked.

"Ha ha." Dean rolled his eyes, putting his jacket on. "I'll be back. Gonna go get the plain cheese pizza." He made sure to enunciate the last three words. This attitude had made you and Shell roll your eyes. Placing his gun in his back pocket, Shell's eyes went wide.

"Why do you need to bring a gun with you to go and pick up a pizza?" She asked, sitting down at the War Room table.

"You can never be too careful." He smirked. "'Sides, bet you didn't even know your sister here had her gun on her the whole day." Dean turned to you, and you stood there chuckling nervously. Shell turned to face you like Dean was doing currently. "Tell me I'm wrong Sweetheart."

You reached into your purse and slowly pulled out your gun. "Like Dean said," You began, pulling your gun all the way out. "You can never be too careful." You winked at the two of them before putting your gun back into your purse. "Want some company picking up the pizza?" You asked turning to your boyfriend.

He smiled. "Always." He walked over to you, and gave you a quick peck on the lips; a simple gesture that had made you smile from ear to ear.

"Okay, we'll be back. Try not to kill each other while we're gone." You winked again, before you followed Dean out of the Bunker.

"So, what's it like living with those two 24/7? I mean, I got a little glimpse of it a few years back when you went to Hell and from –" Shell almost slipped, mentioning the books.

"From what?" Sam asked, curious.

"From...this week..." Shell hoped that she had managed to save herself from her slip up.

Sam looked at her, a little unsure of her response, but he decided to ignore it. "It's interesting to say the least." He started to explain. "I've been...I've been on the road with them for over a decade, something that I thought would never happen."

"I know what you mean." Shell said, understanding where he was coming from. As much as Shell knew that Sam had loved you and had loved Dean, he never thought that this was how his life was going to turn out. He had hoped that he would be living that white picket fence and apple pie life with Jessica.

"When I found out that Y/N started hunting with you...I was happy for you. Happy that...it wouldn't just be you and dad all the time." Was a line Sam had told Dean in Wendigo (if Shell had remembered correctly). Shell knew what he had meant by that line; there was a lot of different meanings behind it. In the words of Chuck: "Sam hoped that once they found their father, once they found Yellow-Eyes, that he would be able to go back to school, back to the life that he wanted despite the death of his true love. Sam was happy that Dean had found Y/N, because in a way, it was a comfort knowing that Dean wouldn't be or feel so alone."

"I'm glad that Y/N and Dean found each other I really do. But, hunting with three people is a lot different than hunting with two or by yourself." Shell knew exactly what he was talking about, at the same time, it was something that she never really considered.

"I always thought that it was better to have bigger numbers. You know, so everyone has each other's six." Shell said.

"Well...Yeah. But, when you're by yourself you have no one but you're the only one you have to worry about. When you have two, not only do you have to worry about yourself but you have to worry about your partner. With three people, you not only have to worry about yourself, but your other two partners as well." Sam explained.

"So me becoming one of your hunting partners is out of the cards uh?" Shell laughed to herself.

"I'm sure you'd be a great one Shell." Sam tried to reassure her.

"You don't have to humor me Sam." Shell smirked.

"You miss her." His comment seemingly coming out of nowhere, but Shell nodded in agreement. "She talks about you all the time, and she's insanely proud of you."

"She...She talks about me?" Shell asked, almost surprised to hear that. Sam nodded.

"Of course. You have no idea how proud she was when you told her you got accepted into medical school." Sam smiled, remembering the memory. "She told Dean and I how proud she was that you decided not to be in this life. That...you wanted to help people in a less dangerous way." He chuckled a little.

Hearing this had made Shell's heart melt. She knew how proud of her you were, but she never realized that you had actually bragged about it to Sam and Dean. Shell remembered when she had told you and your parents about how she had got accepted into medical school. Although she wasn't a fan of the books yet when she had told you guys, when she had become one, it was something that she was looking forward to reading about; but it was something that never had come up in the books. She wondered why Chuck decided to never include something like that. Then again, he did seem to be against wholesome moments.

Dinner went by without incident, without any kind of slip ups; something that Shell was happy about. During the day she knew that she had almost slipped up several times, but had managed to catch herself. She honestly had no idea how you, Sam, or Dean would react if she did mention something by accident. Well...she had a slight idea. You and the boys absolutely despised these books, and she could understand why. The pages were intimate in nature, private. Revealing things that shouldn't be revealed to the average person. Secrets that were meant to be kept solely between you and Dean, Sam and Dean, you and Sam, etc. Although the books weren't popular, these were secrets that had become fixture in the fandom.

There was a part of her that had wanted to venture further into the fandom, as there were countless numbers of fanfiction about the three of you or people adding themselves into the story. But that was a line Shell would never cross; the thought being too odd for her because you, Sam, and Dean weren't just characters in a book - you were real life people with feelings, emotions, personalities.

"So you and Shell had a good day?" Asked Dean, taking the towel that had been around his waist and currently using it to dry off his hair.

"Yeah, it was a really fun day." You said, fixing the blankets on the bed as to try and get comfortable as you talked to him; admiring his body a bit as he stood in front of you. "But...I don't know there was...something weird though." You said. "I'm probably overthinking."

Placing the towel on the back of the closet door, Dean walked over to the dresser and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs and put them on. "You're probably not overthinking." He assured you. "What was weird about it?" He asked, grabbing a Led Zeppelin T-shirt and putting it on before making his way to the bed.

"She said..." You huffed. "Have you ever told her that you and I considered bacon cheeseburgers to be better sex?"

Dean looked at you, and thought about it for a moment, trying to think about when he could have said that to Shell. "No...I don't think so." He said, shaking his head. "Why?"

"Well, when we were at the diner today, she mentioned that. And I don't know...It just seemed...Odd." You tried to explain.

"What made it odd?" He asked.

"It's odd because I know I've never said that to her, and you never said that to her. And I know for a fact that Sam, Cas, or Jack wouldn't say that." Especially Cas or Jack, you thought.

"Huh." Was all Dean said, raising a brow. "That's weird alright." He said, getting under the covers now. "She say anything else weird?"

"No. But, when we went to the bookstore today they had the fucking Supernatural books." Dean rolled his eyes. "And she didn't seem put off by them."

"Of course she wouldn't. She's not the main character." He said, putting air quotes around 'the main character.'

"I know but...She didn't seem...I don't know how to put this...She seemed...Like it didn't faze her to see it. Like, like she's seen them before." You explained.

"You never showed her the books right?" He asked.

"Oh fuck no!" You said almost too loudly.

"Weird." Dean stated.

"Weird is an understatement." You said.

"So should we like...talk to her?" He asked, unsure of what else to say.

"And say what?" You asked.

"Have you read the Supernatural books?" His question seemed so simple, and all you could do was just give him a disgusted look. "What?"

"That's not even what I'm implying." You stated.

"What are you implying then?" Dean asked. "Based on what you said, it sounds like you're assuming she's read the books. But, that bacon cheeseburger thing could have been said by anyone."

"Okay, who? Cause you and I are the only ones, and I mean, only ones that have ever said that. And she referenced specifically the two of us when she said it." You felt your blood pressure raising.

"You should have lead with that Sweetheart." Dean said, using the calmest voice you have ever heard him have. His calmness automatically making you calm.

You sighed. "I'll...I'll wait to see if she says anything else."

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