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[dyns33]

Flufftober 2024- 13 Jack Russell

Secong long story of the Fufftober 2024 ! I really wanted to write about Jack Russell and it was the occassion. I hope we will see more of him soon in a Marvel project.

It had made Y/N smile when Jack had introduced himself.

First, because it wasn't common for someone to be named after a breed of dog. She hadn't dared to ask him if it was a coincidence or if his parents had done it on purpose.

Then, she had found it adorable that he looked a bit like a puppy, with his big eyes and his kind look. Really kind.

They had met while she was walking in a forest. The week had been long, the people were unbearable and Y/N had felt the need to be alone to breathe, far from everything.

Her wish had been granted, to the point that she had ended up getting lost, unable to find the path, in the middle of these immense trees that blocked the network.

Panicked, she had first called for help, before telling herself that it might not be a good idea. There could be wild animals or people with bad intentions.

With caution, but with a quick step to not be surprised by the night, she had tried to find her car.

Y/N was sure she was alone, and yet, in a second, a man appeared between two trees as she unknowingly went deeper into the forest, staring at her.

Her scream seemed to surprise him. Yet it seemed to be the appropriate reaction in this kind of situation.

In response, he raised his arms to try to show her that he was not going to hurt her, staying in his place, not wanting to scare her more.

"Sorry, I smelt…" he stammered with a slight accent. "I mean, I heard someone who seemed lost. Are you lost ?"

"… Yes, a little. But my friends know I'm here. They're waiting for me."

"I'm sure. Do you need directions ? I can accompany you, it will be safer, but I understand if you don't want to. Sorry."

"I… It's okay, you didn't do it on purpose. I would like a guide, that would be nice."

"Follow me !" he said cheerfully, showing a radiant smile.

He laughed when she asked him if he was a ranger, because he seemed to know perfectly well where they were going. His answer was only to say that he was used to coming here. They arrived on the trail very quickly.

Afraid of getting lost again, Y/N asked him if he would mind staying with her again until she was in her car.

Jack seemed a little uncomfortable, but as a gentleman, he couldn't refuse.

During the rest of the ride, they chatted, talking a bit about their lives, their passions, and Y/N quickly found him charming.

So charming that she asked him for his phone number as they arrived at the parking lot. It wasn't often that she met men like him, and even if it was just to be friends, she wanted to see him again.

Maybe because he was really too nice, Jack took out his phone, an old phone, snickering at the face she made.

"They're more reliable, harder to break." he explained with a slightly embarrassed look. "I… I break a lot of things, when I don't lose them."

"I understand. It's retro, I like it."

Everything about Jack Russell was quite retro. His clothes, his way of speaking, his mannerisms, his character. He seemed to come from another time. or a fairy tale.

Almost too good to be true. It had to be hiding something.

At first, Y/N wondered if he had someone else. She had subtly asked him during their second exchange to know right away if she should kill her hopes and with all his sweetness and tender smile, he had answered that he was alone.

"I'm not very good at relationships. I have a busy schedule, and there's a part of me that's a bit… annoying."

"Annoying ?" wondered Y/N, who had only found him funny and touching since they met.

"It's complicated to explain. Let's say that I can be unsociable, rude and grumpy at certain times of the month."

"Oh. I know that."

"Haha, I hope not."

It was because of this dark side that Jack had hesitated before accepting a date. When she asked him if it was because he wasn't interested, he stammered that he really liked her.

He was afraid of not being up to it, of hurting her, even if he didn't want to at all. He had often hurt those close to him in the past and he preferred to be alone rather than take the risk of doing it again.

Unable to believe that a man like him could represent the slightest danger, Y/N joked by asking if his mysterious wild side couldn't make an exception for her, or if he couldn't stand her.

"Actually, I have a feeling he likes you. I don't know if that's a good thing or not. You smell really good, it's hard sometimes."

"What a charmer."

"No, I mean… Well, I do mean it. Sorry, I don't know when to keep quiet."

No more words came out of his open mouth after she kissed him on the cheek, finding him really too cute to resist. With wide eyes, Jack looked at her as if she were unreal, before making a sound, like a hoarse purr.

He quickly excused himself, saying that he had an emergency, leaving her in front of her place. Sighing, Y/N went back inside, noting before closing the door that the moon was almost full.

With no news for three days, she wondered if she had scared him away. It wasn't fair, for once she found a good man, he had problems committing to a relationship. Or maybe he was indeed hiding something.

These problems became the least of her worries when she got out of the shower, wrapped in her dressing gown, to find a creature in her living room.

Huge, breathing hard, the thing looked like an animal, with its long hair and teeth, its yellow eyes fixed on her.

Her instinct screamed 'danger', but Y/N remained frozen in the hallway, totally scared. She was alone, she had no weapon, her phone was charging quietly in the room, and even if she screamed, it might be too late when someone came to help.

She prayed that it would be like with the dinosaurs, that it would only pick up movements, or that it would be like King Kong, not so mean to girls.

But when it let out a ferocious, bestial, infernal roar, Y/N thought that it would be too good if it wasn't there to hurt her.

Strangely, even though it was obvious that he could see her very well from the beginning, he only started running when she rushed towards the bathroom, the only room in the apartment that locked.

To try to shore it up, she pushed a piece of furniture in front of it, but the wood didn't really seem able to stop the beast, which was clawing and hitting, even making the walls shake. A piece shattered, allowing the thing to put it arm through to try to catch her.

In the shower, Y/N had curled up, her head between her legs, crying all the tears in her body. It was strange when she could only hear her sobs.

Slowly, she dared to look towards the door, which despite its deplorable state was still closed. Through the hole, she first saw the wall of the hallway, before a yellow eye appeared, making her tremble again.

The creature growled again, a growl that seemed frustrated, then it let out squeaks, like a wounded dog. It might have been trying to coax her into opening, but that was absurd. Unless it was sadistic, it could have perfectly finished destroying the door.

Y/N jumped when the beast disappeared, as if it were being violently pulled towards the entrance. There were sounds like a fight, and for a moment an octopus head with red eyes looked through the hole. Seeing her, it seemed to try to communicate with growls, then simply giving her a thumbs up before leaving.

No doubt she passed out after that.

The next day, when she woke up in her bed, Y/N thought at first that she had dreamed all ot it. A strange dream, a nightmare. But when she got up, she first noticed that she was still in her dressing gown. Then, as she left the room, she came across the bathroom door, almost completely destroyed.

And finally, something that made no sense with the rest, Jack Russell, looking sorry, waiting for her in the kitchen, with breakfast.

"… Excuse me. Let me explain, would you sit down, please ? Then you can scream, curse me, whatever you want."

"What's going on ?" she asked, keeping her distance.

"Hmm. You should really sit down."

So, to put it very simply, Jack was a werewolf.

That was his secret, his "dark side". A curse that had affected all the males in his family for generations. Impossible to cure, impossible to control too.

He hadn't lied when he said that the wolf liked her. Too much. That was how he had smelt Y/N the first time, lost in the woods, feeling an uncontrollable urge to go in her direction.

Understanding right away that the monster in him could become dangerous for her, that was why he had been hesitant to agree to hang out with her. He liked her a lot too, he didn't want anything bad to happen to her.

It would have been in vain anyway, because despite all his precautions, the wolf had broken his chains on the night of the full moon, determined to find his mate.

"Yeah… He thinks you're his mate… I can't explain to him that it's impossible since you're not a wolf, he won't listen. He senses that I want you too anyway. Sorry, really. Ted ran here as fast as he could, but he's not that fast. I'll pay for the door."

"… I have several questions."

"I understand, amor. Listen, I really didn't want this to happen. I can leave, if you want. Far, far away, he won't be able to come back, you won't risk anything. I really don't want anything bad to happen to you."

"Who is Ted ?"

"Oh. A friend. He caught my wolf yesterday to force him to leave."

"The octopus ?"

"Hmm, he's been called much worse, let's just say yes, it's him."

"You said mate ? I'm your mate ?"

"My animal side thinks you are. You smell divine, you have no idea what that does to me. And you are so sweet, so beautiful, so brave. Many people would have reacted less well than you yesterday, you were very cool-headed."

"He didn't want to hurt me."

Obviously, Jack was skeptical. The werewolves were out of control, attacking everyone without exception, except the members of the pack. Y/N was not from the pack, she was not a wolf, she did not have his scent on her.

But hearing her cry, smelling her fear, the wolf had stopped. She was sure of it, she had seen the regret in his eyes. His squeaks were to apologize. He was just very excited to see her, he had not thought.

"Yeah, well, it was still really rude to break in, stalk you, and destroy your door." Jack sighed, and she noticed for the first time that he looked exhausted. "I won't let him do it again."

"You didn't sleep all night."

"Technically, no. It's always hard the next day. Need sleep, coffee… But I had to come, to make sure you were okay, to apologize, to explain. I didn't dare put you in your pajamas. It was a matter of respect."

Y/N stared at him, remembering why she had loved him so much. He really was the nicest man in the world, too good to be true. But he was real, only with a few supernatural sides.

"I know we had a date tonight, but if you're tired, can we move it to tomorrow ?"

"… Huh ? Amor, did you hit your head yesterday ? Because I can take you to the hospital if you hurt your head, you…"

Y/N kissed him on the cheek, knowing that it was enough to shut him up, before taking the coffee and croissants he had brought to go and enjoy them in her bed.

She waited ten minutes, before getting up to go and get him, still petrified in the kitchen, taking him by the hand so that he would follow her to the bedroom, where she placed him next to her.

It took a little more time for Jack to relax, eventually falling asleep against her, purring.

[blackleatherjacketz]

Forbidden Fruit: Masterlist

Jack Russell x Female Reader

Alistair (OC) x Female Reader

Summary: Jack saves you from a vicious vampire attack and you discover you might be more entangled than you thought.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Mature Content, NSFW, Love Triangle, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Bondage, Vampires, Werewolves, Blood, Gore, Injury, Torture, Sniffing, Kissing, Biting, Spanking, Vaginal Fingering, Finger Sucking, Female Orgasm, Kidnapping, Dubious Consent, Jealousy, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Memory Loss, Hand Holding, Face Holding, Domestic Jack

Special Guest Star: Moon Knight

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

[bitchyfoxymama]

Werewolves and Moon Knights and Magic! Oh My! - Moon Knight System x F!Reader x Jack Russell

Warning: non con chocking, facial, cream pie, SMUT!, Magic, small fight scene, Khonshu stiring the pot, face fucking, oral (F&M), unprotected sex

A/n: this one was supposed to be like maybe 1.5k but it just kept flowing out of me haha! idk I might make another part? Like if yall want?

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“You will release us of the spell you put on us you crazy perra,” Jake says as he holds you by the throat, your back pushing against the bookshelf behind you. The hand that wasn't holding your neck has a knife against your jugular.There's a smile adorning your face, you know he won't hurt you, especially if they want your help.

You could use your magic to have him release you but where's the fun in that. Especially when your husband was silently entering the room. Your eyes flickered over to his, his mouth snarling as he watched the intruder hold you hostage.

You croak out his name, "Jack" it's barely a whisper as Jake's hold is firm on your neck. Jack is there in a flash, he has the man by the throat and is growling in his face.

"Don't you ever touch mi esposa you coño,"

"Don't test me, your dumb perra of a wife put a spell on us,"

'Jake watch it, we don't have our powers and this guy is something else, he has claws mate' Steven says in the head space.

'Steven's right, we don't know what he's capable of especially if he's married to that witch' Marc agrees. He knows they have to go at this in a smart way. They can't go in guns blazing especially since they can't summon their suit.

You watch your husband hold them hostage, the astounding Moon Knight brought down by a simple spell. One you didn't have a hand in of course, but one you recognized. You rub your neck where the man's hands had previously been.

"As much as I would like for my husband to rip your throat out," you begin using your magic to rip them away from each other. You were holding them the way a mother cat would hold her babies, by the scruff of their shirts.

"What exactly happened? Speak and if I think you are bullshiting me I'll let Jack rip your throat out. I'll kill you since you don't have your Moon Knight suit."

You both watch as his eyes roll back and his face shifts into a scowl. It made him look like an angry eagle.

"Well, it began a week ago." He begins, his accent having lost its Spanish undertones instead adopting one of someone from Chicago.

They were on their usual night patrol, currently Marc had control of body as they scored the night. They were almost done and they could go back to the flat and sleep a few hours before Steven had to go to work the following morning at the children's museum of history.

There was a scream, and it put Marc on high alert. He glided through the air, landing in a dark alleyway. There was no sign of the person who had screamed. Instead, there stood in front of them a hooded figure.

"Que pierdas tus poderes" the stranger said in Spanish, a black glow erupted from their hands.

"Ugh fuck," Marc can feel his body getting weaker, the powers of Khonshu leaving his body. The suit disappears and darkness welcomes him.

When he comes too, he can't summon his suit, and neither can Steven or Jake.

"This is bad Marc, really bad, we can't even contact Khonshu!" Steven paces around their flat. He took over the body as soon as they realized they couldn't summon their suits. He got them home as soon as he could so he could look through his books.

They had also called Layla since she was still Taweret's Avatar. She said they've never faced a foe that could cut the connection between Avatar and their God. But Khonshu had found a witch whom he suspected was the one who had done this. She was in Salvage, Alabama.

The boys booked the next flight out of London. And that's what had led to where they were now. It had taken two weeks of recon, and they watched as you left your little cabin to go out and forge herbs, plants, and fungi. They noticed that you also drove to town for things you couldn't get out in the wilderness. What they hadn't realized was the werewolf that had kept an eye on them along with the man thing. Watching. Waiting. For them to mess up and reveal why they were watching his wife. Jack was suspicious, and rightfully so. This leads us to the exact moment when they burst into your home and held you against the bookshelf.

"Alright, I believe you. I could tell the moment you barged in, you had been whammied, the witch who did it has been after me for a while. She must have used you to kill me, " you say, letting them go, "I can remove the spell from you. Only if you apologize for trying to kill me instead of just asking you dipshits,"

You watch as his facial expression changes one more time. This time he's timid and a bit shy.

"We're really sorry love," Steven has taken over the body as he is the one to sound actually sincere unlike the other two men, "I completely agree that immediately barging in, and basically strangling someone is a bloody wanker move,” he says speaking to Jake and Marc as well as you.

Jack is now behind you, his hands have found their home on your waist as he keeps the death glare trained on them. It was rather in their favor that it was neither the week of the full moon or anywhere close to it.

You hum out in response to their apology, “Apology accepted, now whom might you be? You aren't American, I can tell that much by your British accent.”

He blushes, you were gorgeous now that they have gotten a proper look at you. He swallows thickly only now noticing how the lilac sundress hugs your body, how it pushes your breasts together and rather tastefully, he can feel his cock come to life as he watches you. If they weren't here to get the spell off them and you weren't married they would, rather he would stumble and Marc or Jake would pick up where he left off and ask you on a date and probably shag you after.

“I-my name is Steven Grant, the mad man who held you by your throat is Jake Lockley and the host of the body is Marc Spector, you met him when he told you about the incident.” He gives you his world famous lopsided smile.

“Hmm,” you let his name roll off your tongue, he was attractive. They all were, you were ashamed to admit it but when they held you by the neck a hot wave of arousal went straight to your core, “Alright, i'll take the spell off you now,” you smile sweetly.

You walk out of Jack’s hands and gently place your own on Steven’s warm cheeks. You gently place your lips on his, you feel him tense but shortly relax into the kiss and place his own hands on your hips, deepening the kiss.

When you pull away, you smile and gently rub a thumb over his cheek. “There you are my love, you should be able to call upon your suit once more. I also added another spell, one of protection so that neither of you will ever be affected by another spell user again. Now go on and summon your suits, I’m sure your God has missed you,”

‘There you are worm! I see you've finally gotten your powers back,’ Khonshu says as he sits in the corner of your cabin. You give him a glare.

“You stupid bird, how dare you tell them it was me who whammied them. My husband almost killed them.” you cross your arms over your chest as you look at the God, stunning the 3 men into silence as Jack goes to sit in a corner to read a book.

“You-you can see him?” Steven asks as he summons his Mr. Knight suit. Damn does he look mighty fine in it.

“Yeah, all magic users can see them. Now why don't you leave us alone, big bird, so that I can speak privately with your Avatar.”

“Stupid little worm, you don't command me!” He stands up and slams down his staff.

With a snap of your fingers he disappears much to the MoonKnights surprise, “Now that we're alone again,” you begin as you go and plot yourself in Jack’s lap, he begins to absentmindedly rubbing circles into the flesh of your exposed thighs, “I think, no, I know what you are thinking. I feel the same way and I am more than positive that Jack would be more than happy to join in the fun,”

The men stare at you in awe and confusion. What were you talking about?

‘I told you, you made it way too obvious that you were checking her out,” Jake says.

‘But can he help it? I mean look at her, shes practicaly giving us the green light to fuck her,’ marc makes an appearance.

“Jack, are you ok with sharing me with our guests,” you ask your husband behind you, although you never take your eyes off Steven as he stands in front of you.

“You know I give you whatever you want,” he says leaning into your neck kissing the dip between your shoulder and neck sensually.

You smile as your fingers begin to untie the straps of your dress, bringing the bust down to release your breasts.

“I want you and my husband my husband to fuck me,” you say as you bite your bottom lip and push your breasts together.

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“Oh, fuck. God Steven your tongue. Yes baby just like that,” you moan as you reach back behind you to kiss your husbands lips as Steven eats your cunt as though you are the only oasis in the desert and he is dying of thirst.

You moan into Jack's mouth as he ruts his cock in between your ass cheeks as Steven continues his assault on your cunt. The both of them bring you to the top of your third orgasm of the night. You havent even been fucked the way you want and youve already come thrice.

“See, I don't you her pussy was a sweet nectar and that you would be addicted,” Jack says as he pulls his mouth from yours. This causes a groan from the man with his face buried into you. They've each given you an orgasm with their tongues but Steven wants to be the one to give you your fourth one before they even think about coming themselves.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck” your body begins to lift off the bed but you are pulled back down by stevens strong hold, “Jack i need you inside of me, i need you both inside of me. I want you to both fuck me til im dumb.”

“Yeah bebita? You think you can take both of us?” he says as he rubs his fingers down your cheeks.

You try to speak but nothing comes out of your mouth as the coil in your belly snaps and you feel yourself gushing on their face. Your legs actually begin to shake with pleasure as you pull them up by their hair and kiss Steven’s lips, you can taste yourself on him.

You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself before you get into position on the bed. Jack has since come back from behind you to position himself in front of you. He takes his cock in his fist and begins rubbing his head through your folds, slicking his cock with a mixture of your essence and Stevens spit. Without either of you noticing a switch has occurred. Marc had taken the body.

“8in of dick ain't enough for you sweetheart? Need my cock to fill you up too,” Marc says from behind your head. You lean up to look at him moaning out as Jack slides into your already wrecked cunt.

You squeeze one of your breasts as you shake your head yes.

“I need a verbal answer sweetheart or else you aren't getting your mouth stuffed.” Marc’s domineering voice turns you on to no end. As it's usually you taking charge in the bedroom.

“Yes daddy, I want you to stuff me full,” you say as you lean your head back and open your mouth for him to use.

He slides his cock into your mouth, your moans vibrate against his cock as his head presses the back of your throat. Jack’s slow and steady thrusts push you further onto Marc’s cock. You use one hand to fondle your breasts, tweaking your nipples between your thumb and finger as your free hand goes to fondle Marc’s balls.

“Fuck bebita, your squeezing my cocks so tight,” Jack moans as he begins to pick up the pace. His grip on your thighs tightens.

“Your wife sucks my cock so well Jack you are a lucky man, I-I dont think I’m gonna last long with her perfect lips on my cock. Shes sucking my soul out through my cock,”

You can feel the coil building up. Getting your face and cunt fucked is bringing you to your peak and you never want to stop this feeling. You begin to wonder if Jack will let you keep them as your lover. Having them both fuck you whenever you want. You bring a hand from your breast down to your swollen and slick clit. You move in tight fast circles, moaning as the coil is almost at its peak.

Both men are near their own orgasms, however not selfish lovers they want you to finish before them. One more sweep of your clit and one final thrust you are coming undone, your vision going white as your scream is muffled by Marc. Jack comes next, filling you to the brim with his hot essence. Marc pulls out and finishes himdelf over your fucked out face, his seed coats your face beautifully. He stares at you covered in him and he thinks you are the most beautiful looking like this.

Jack pulls out gently, he leaves a kiss on your lips before grading to get a washcloth to clean you off. Marc leans down and kisses you, licking a bit of his own come from your cheek.

“That was something,” he says smirking as he catches his breath.

“I agree, definitely something that shouldn't end here,” you smile back at him as you both wait for your husband.

[wysteria-clad]

Fourth wheel

paring: Jack Russell x fem! reader (established relationship); Peter & Eddie are your ex boyfriends

summary:

you seem to have a type—adorably awkward golden retrievers. a moment in your life has your exes and your boyfriend meet accidentally.

genre: fluff

warnings: none

a/n:

a quick, fun drabble with the golden retriever trio

yes, I'm aware of Peter and Eddie Brock in Spider man movie. Nope, that didn't happen in this fic, because it's wystie-verse, and I said so.

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Whoever said 'never bring up your ex, it would ruin everything' was wrong, at least in your case anyway.

When you fainted during your work one day, you were admitted in a hospital. Turns out, it was nothing serious, you were too stressed and skipped breakfast due to a busy day.

The thing is, all your emergency contacts were contacted. That's when you realised you still had Peter and Eddie's numbers under your emergency contact list. You parted with both of the relationships on a good note, it hurt, of course, but you guys wanted different things and had different goals in life. Time passed, eventually, you, Peter and Eddie moved on. Yet, the respect and love was still there due to mutual understanding.

Peter showed up with flowers, Eddie got you a half eaten box of chocolates (hey, blame Venom!).

When your adorable boyfriend Jack rushes to see you, panicking, he meets Peter and Eddie. After getting to know Jack, Eddie and Peter approve of Jack. I mean, how could they not? Even Venom likes your golden retriever puppy of a boyfriend.

Unsurprisingly, all three of them get along well, in fact very well, they instantly connect like good friends. They are glad you found Jack.

Eventually, to your horror, well not really, to your delight, they ended up making you their fourth wheel at their buddy hangouts. They get so excited and curious about each other's 'gifts' and 'powers' and hype eachother up. You roll your eyes playfully, and shake your head, but you are glad they get along well. You do seem to have a type.

[cinebration]

I’ve been away from my laptop, so I haven’t been able to update the links for Come Back To Me to include the Epilogue. (Can’t seem to update it from my phone, either.)

Will have it and my Masterlist updated soon! In the meantime, you can click on the link above to read the Epilogue.

[no-144444]

the grid: when the media says something insane...

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req: Hi, I'd like to request a blurb about the drivers reacting to reader being talked bad about from an interviewer. Scenario-Interviewer: "Do you think the reason you lost today's race is because 'y/n' was here and had something to do with it?"

featuring: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Franco Colapinto, Logan Sargeant, Daniel Riccardo, Liam Lawson, Charles LeClerc, Carlos Sainz, Arthur LeClerc, Ollie Bearman, Max Verstappen, Paul Aron, Jack Doohan.

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Oscar Piastri: makes the interviewer feel dumb asf

“And how do you feel about the DNF today, knowing that it's breaking your record of competing in every lap so far this year? Is there any specific reason as to why you might’ve made that mistake? I did see some new faces in the garage today,” Danica asked.

Oscar frowned. “What are you trying to say?”

“I was just wondering if you count your partner, Y/n, as a bad luck charm now. This is her first Grand Prix, isn’t it?” 

He actually laughed in her face. “Do you seriously believe in shit like that?” he chuckled. “And no, it’s not her first, nor will it be her last.”

Danica stood, embarrassed. 

“Do you have any other questions?” he asked, polite as ever. She didn’t respond. “Thanks for the joke anyway, that was actually quite funny,” Oscar added as he moved onto the next interview, a bright smile on his face despite the poor race result.

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Lando Norris: insults the interviewer

“And how do you feel about the DNF today, knowing that it's cementing your loss in the Driver’s Championship? Is there any specific reason as to why you might’ve made that mistake? I did see some new faces in the garage today,” Danica asked.

He stared at her for a moment, trying to compose himself. “If you’re talking about my girlfriend, I’d suggest you just come out and say it, Danica.”

“Alright then, do you see her as a bad luck charm now? Considering this is her first race, if I’m right,” she asked outright. Jenson rolled his eyes beside her as Martin just chuckled. 

“Not at all, she’s here to support me and I’d much rather have her here for a day like today than a win. It’s called a support system Danica, I’m aware of the fact that you’re not a fan of those, but some of us actually benefit from caring about other people. And another thing, all of my bad races, you’ve been there. Maybe you’re the bad luck charm,” his voice cut through the tension in the cold Las Vegas air like a knife, and Jenson and Martin just started laughing as Danica stood there dumbfounded. “Maybe I should ask Sky to not bring you around as much.” 

He handed the microphone back and continued on with his day, then posted this later: 

landonorris

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landonorris: idc if ur bad luck ur too sexy to let go of 🥴

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Lewis Hamilton: protective much?

“It’s Y/n’s first race in years, and yet you DNF for the first time in months, do you want to give us some insight to that?” Danica asked. 

Lewis’s eyebrow raised and an annoyed smile made its way onto his face. “What are you saying right now?”

“Well, it’s just strange that her first race in years, 2 to be exact, is the one you don’t finish.”

“Are you trying to insinuate that she’s bad luck or something?” 

“Is that what you believe her to be?” 

“Fuck no,” he scoffed. “She’s my wife, is what she is. I’m grateful that she’s here. I love to share my love of motorsport with my wife, and I don’t feel sorry for the media that she's been preoccupied with being pregnant and busy to be here for the last 2 years. I love having her come and support me, and I’m happy that I didn’t finish the fucking race, I get more time with my family now. I cannot believe you enjoy making shitty headlines like this. Danica, maybe just stick to fucking driving.”

With that, he walked away, and later made this post:

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lewishamilton: my good luck charms xx

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George Russell: flabbergasted that someone would have the audacity 

“Sorry about the result today George, do you feel like external factors made it more difficult for today’s race?” Danica questioned. 

“Y’know, it’s been pretty tough all year with the car but it really felt like we pulled back to the top today, and it was just a shame that Lando went wide and pushed me into the gravel,” he shrugged.

“And you don’t see your girlfriend as a bad luck charm? It is her first race, right?”

He death-stared her for a moment. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Well, we just wanted to know how you react to knowing that it’s her first race and it’s also the race you DNFed in.”

“I don’t have a reaction,” he scoffed. “Your headlines are going to be written anyway, it doesn’t matter what I say. I don’t see her as bad luck or whatever rubbish you’re going to paint this as, and I don’t really care what you think about it. Anyway, it’s not like you have the monopoly on perfect races, Danica.” 

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Kimi Antonelli: awkward and insulted 

“Sorry about the result today Kimi, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for today’s race?” Danica questioned. 

“Umm…” he trailed off, looking at George confused. George shook his head, silently telling him not to answer. “I don’t know what you mean?” 

“Well there were external factors, obviously, but also your girlfriend was in the paddock for the first time this weekend, correct?”

He nodded. 

“So do you see her as some sort of bad luck charm, or something?”

He pulled a face of disgust for a split second. “No, not at all. She went to every single one of my F2 races so I don’t see how she could have been bad luck here when she was not bad luck there,” he shrugged. 

“So she’s not bad luck?” 

He chuckled awkwardly. “N-no. Like I say, she was at every one of my F2 races. I think she is lucky, if anything.” 

He walked away confused as George reassured him that they were just fishing for headlines and to ‘not give them the time of day’. He was slightly worried that you would think you were a bad luck charm and quickly found you and showed you that you weren’t.

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Alex Albon: shocked. 

“Sorry about the race today Alex, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for today’s race?” Danica questioned. 

“Umm,” he kind of chuckled. “I don’t think so? I mean it was so wet so I’m not shocked that I went off.”

“But in the garage, do you think you would’ve been more focused if your girlfriend hadn’t been there?”

He just stared at her with a slightly shocked smile as she held the microphone to his face. “Did you actually just ask that?”

She didn’t answer, just nodding. 

“Well, why don’t we think back to every other race she’s been at this year. Monaco, Canada, Silverstone, Austria, and Baku, which were all my best races this season, apart from maybe Canada.”

“Yes, but today she was-”

“In the garage, the same as she always is. Wow, you’ll really do anything for a headline.”

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Franco Colapinto: Sassy asf 

“Sorry about the crash today, glad to see you’re ok Franco. Do you think this weekend has been a bit more difficult because of distractions or something new being in a paddock? We saw that it was your girlfriend's first GP this weekend, could she have anything to do with it?” Danica asked. 

He did a double take, staring at her. “¿Qué? Is that really what you think?” 

She shrugged. “It’s only a question.”

“It’s a stupid question,” he scoffed. “¿Por qué traería mala suerte? She has been at every race so far and I haven’t seen anyone complaining.” (Why would she be bad luck?)

“So she’s not bad luck?”

He laughed. “Do I have to repeat things 3 times for you to understand?”

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Logan Sargeant: angry

“Sorry about the result today Logan, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for today’s race?” Danica questioned. 

He stared at her, then pushed the mic away from him. “I’m not answering stupid fucking questions about my girlfriend.”

And he walked off. And posted this later…

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logansargeant: let's not bring my girlfriend into this, yeah?

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Daniel Riccardo: plays it off. 

“Sorry about the end of the race today Danny, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for today’s race?” Danica questioned. 

He laughed, thinking she was joking. His eyes widened when he realised she wasn’t. “You think I can’t race because my girlfriend is in the back of the garage?”

“It is her first GP, correct?” 

He chuckled. “No, no it’s not. She’s always there, and anyways, I’m in the car, it’s not like I have all the time in the world to stare at her ass or something,” he smiled. “I know she’s beautiful but I don’t exactly see her when I’m going to the straight at 200 kilometres an hour.”

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Liam Lawson: sassy man apocalypse 

“Sorry about the end of the race today Liam, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for today’s race?” Danica questioned. 

“What do you mean?” he asked, confused about the question. 

“Your girlfriend was here for the first time, could she be a bad luck charm for the team?”

“I don’t think she is but I do know that your interviews make me feel pretty fucking unlucky,” he scoffed before walking off. 

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Charles LeClerc: laughs in their face

“Charles, what do you think about the people saying that Y/n is bad luck in the garage?”

He started laughing and didn’t stop for about a minute. He was as bad as Lando, to the point that Carlos had to actually walk him off the fan stage. He came back on, teary-eyed and smiling. “I think it’s quite funny.”

“Evidently,” Carlos scoffed. 

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Carlos Sainz: …

“Carlos, what do you think about the people saying that Y/n is bad luck in the garage?” Danica asked.

“What people are saying that?” he asked. 

“The media,” she answered. 

“Well they always have bullshit to say. I’m just surprised they had the balls to go after my wife,” he scoffed. “They’ll be hearing from my lawyers.”

“That sounds extreme-”

“It’s defamation of character and she’s my wife. Nothing is extreme.” 

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Arthur LeClerc: Won’t answer

“Sorry about the race today Arthur, do you think there are other factors, such as distractions, that messed up your race?”

“What a stupid question, no,” he scoffed before walking away. 

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Ollie Bearman: insulted

"Sorry about your race today Ollie, do you think that your partner Y/n being here might be a bad omen?"

He stared at her. "No. Why would she be?"

"It's her first GP and you DNF, if that's not bad luck I'm not sure what is."

"That's pretty rude," he scoffed. "Don't bring my girlfriend into this."

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Max Verstappen: guys…

"Sorry about your race today Max, do you think that your partner Y/n being here might be a bad omen?"

He stared at her, his eyes dark. "Fuck off."

"Excuse me?"

"That's bullshit, don't bring my family into this. If I have a bad race, I have a bad race, that's just how it goes. She isn't bad luck, she isn't for you to make headlines about and she's not here to just be a good omen. She's my partner and she's here to support me, that's it."

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Paul Aron: laughs in their face…

"How do you feel about the result to day, do you think things could've been different if someone wasn't distracting you?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"We saw your race engineer giving out to you and your partner Y/n for distracting you. Do you think she might now be a bad luck charm?"

He scoffed, laughing in her face. "Bullshit, someone turned into me and I didn't have enough time to react. Your headline can be about that, keep my girlfriend out of this."

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Jack Doohan: so normal about it! (...)

“Sorry about the race today Jack, do you think there are other factors, such as distractions, that messed up your race?”

He knew what they were trying to say. “Do you want to just say what you want to say to my face?” 

She was taken aback. “Do you think Y/n is a bad luck charm?”

He scoffed. “You’re seriously fishing for headlines when someone could’ve been seriously injured? That’s pathetic. And another thing, she’s not a fucking bad luck charm, she’s my partner, she’s not just a headline for you to fuck with.”

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navigation for my blog :) (masterlist)

[sweeterlovers]

F1 DRIVERS AND THE COUPLE HALLOWEEN COSTUMES THEY WOULD DRESS UP AS .˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.

ARTHUR LECLERC - mario and princess peach

ALEX ALBON - mail man and a love letter

CHARLES LECLERC - harry potter and ginny weasley

CARLOS SAINZ - batman and catwoman

DANIEL RICCIARDO - carly and ricky bobby (from talledega nights)

FRANCO COLAPINTO - prince eric and ariel

GEORGE RUSSELL - blair waldorf and chuck bass

JACK DOOHAN - rapunzel and flynn

LEWIS HAMILTON - tricky and jake (from subway surfers)

LANDO NORRIS - a fireman and a dalmatian

LANCE STROLL - a hockey player and an ice skater

LOGAN SARGEANT - a football player and a cheerleader

LIAM LAWSON - lighting mcqueen and sally carrera

OSCAR PIASTRI - romeo and juliet

OLLIE BEARMAN - goldilocks and a bear

PIERRE GASLY - lola bunny and bugs

[zepskies]

My Tag Lists Are Back Open!

Hey, friends! After doing some more cleaning up of my older tag lists, I'm now able to open my tag lists back up for the following characters:

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

The Boys: Soldier Boy (Ben)

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Smallville: Jason Teague

10 Inch Hero: Boaz Priestly

Dawson's Creek: CJ Braxton

Check out my easy Tag List Form here! 💜

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But as always, if any of these tag lists close in the near future, you can follow my fic library blog with notifications on - @zepskieswrites!

For example, here's the new Dean Winchester Tag List (so far):

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[mythicalmaven]

PROMPTLIST [REQUESTS OPEN] | F1

masterlist

♥ I made a promplist in case people wanted to request something, but aren't sure what to :) ♥ Just let me know the numbers you've chosen, which driver(s) you want it to be about & if you want fluff or smut (or both) & I'll try to write it asap💕 (im open to write a lot of types of pairing, like f.e. f!reader, m!reader, driver x driver or maybe even a threesome or foursome, whatever you like)

♥which drivers can you request? lando norris, oscar piastri, daniel ricciardo, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, alex albon, george russell, logan sargeant, pierre gasly, oliver bearman, franco colapinto, max verstappen, liam lawson, kimi antonelli, jack doohan

⬇️ Down here you can find a list with either fluff, smut, angsty prompts out of which you can choose (feel free to combine)

PROMPTLIST (smut&fluff)

"use my thigh"

"if you wanted to see me naked this bad, all you had to do was ask"

"like what you see?"

"don't be shy, touch me"

"keep your eyes on me, love"

"Can you be good for me?" 

"It's so hot when you talk like that." 

"if you keep looking at me like that, we won't make it to the bedroom"

"but what about the cameras?" - "they can't see us from this angle, if you stay still"

"you look su fucking hot right now"

"you have no idea what you do to me"

"do you wish it was *name* touching you right now?"

"you’re fucking soaked"

"Care to join me?"

"Do you like it when I talk like that?" 

“touch yourself, i want to watch"

"you can practice on me"

"fucking hell, if I knew you were this good, I would have gotten you on your knees earlier"

"Do you have any idea how many times I thought about you.. with my hand down my pants.."

"let them know you're mine"

"you want me, don't you?"

"don't make me say it"

"I..uh.." - "I have never done this before"

"We can take things slow if you want?"

"We don't have to have a label, if you don't want to"

"i didn't realize I was in love with you until it was too late to stop"

"okay, maybe I have a crush on you! So what?" 

"we shouldn't do this"

"Leave me alone." - "Don't say things you don't mean" 

"i don’t want anyone else."

"what does this make us?"

"Do you really think it’s so crazy to feel that way about me?"

"nobody can know about this, okay?"

"I think about you all the time."

"Are you blushing?! That’s adorable."

"you're so cute"

"So.. this is the part where we kiss, right?"

"I never thought you'd feel the same?"

"Did you just kiss me to shut me up?"

"I don’t want him/her. I want you."

"is that my shirt/hoodie/jacket?"

"My eyes are up here, babygirl:

"Jealous? Me? Pff.. absolutely not" - "Okay.. fine.. I am jealous. Happy now?"

"I'm not jealous, it's just that you belong to me"

"God, I am so in love with you"

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that"

"But.. I thought you said you didn't feel the same"

"For my sanity, i think we should start dating"

"Do you even need to ask?"

"I don't think I can explain it either, but yeah. Yeah, I do."

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[annmaximoff18]

Jack: Y/N isn't mad at me.

Y/N: your food *throws him a plate of croquettes

Marc: what did you say?

Jack: shut up

[nathaslosthershit]

WIP

List of all my works in progress for all of my lovelies to see! Also to hold me accountable so I finish them...

F1

Blind Items AU

Nothing right now!

Teen Dad Oscar Piastri AU

Honey Piastri Introduction (+date night)

NHL

Nothing as of now!

As always requests are open!

[demigoddessqueens]

Hello! I'm not sure if you're open for requests or not, but if you are: may I please request a fluffy werewolf Jack Russell x Reader fanfic? If you aren't, I'm sorry.

Of course!!

Masterlist 11

a/n - including writing prompts “cradling the face, looking into their eyes” + “kissing all over face”

Cuddles became an everyday occurrence with you both. Sometimes Jack felt like you indulged him too much, but he was not

“Ayy…, mi amor, your kisses are delicious, yes, but we have to start the day.”

You were relentless, pinning him down and marking his sweet face with more of your kisses. Only when you finally came up for air did you

Cupping a hand around his cheek, you stared into his imploring eyes, a kiss to his forehead before you placed one on his lips with a smile.

“No chance, my sweet. Besides, it’s not like you have ever opposed my lips before.”

[blackleatherjacketz]

Forbidden Fruit

Jack Russell x Female Reader

Summary: Jack saves you after a vampire attack, and you may be more connected than you think.

Warnings: Memory Loss, Blood, Gore, Vampires, Werewolves in Disguise, Haunted Houses, Injury, Face-Holding, Jack Being Caring, Jack Ripping His Clothes Apart, Hurried Escapes and Thunderstorms

Notes: I've reached 2,000 Followers! Here's a fic that no one asked for to celebrate!

Word Count: 2.2k+

Tags: @skittle479 @letsby @bullet-prooflove

Read the rest of the story HERE!

Your eyes flutter open as the darkened structure around you shudders, echoes of thunder roaring off in the distance after flashes of lightning briefly illuminate your surroundings. The details of a grandiose room slowly come into focus, your memories of where you are or how you got here lost in nothing more than a fractured, blurred dream.

A single candelabra burning in a far off corner provides the only constant lighting in the room, revealing multiple portraits from different time periods adorning nearly every inch of its heavily papered walls. Something about how they hang seems off, an inexplicably unnerving quality they all seem to share that you can’t quite put your finger on. It’s as if they’re all somehow staring back at you through faded, sepia tones as you try to blink away that last bit of fogginess.

You’d been here before… you can’t quite remember how or when, but you’re sure of it.

You rub your eyes and blink a few more times, squinting in an attempt to recalibrate your senses before sitting up against the wall behind you. A sudden rush of warmth draws your waning attention from your eerie environment, forcing you to touch the spot just below your jaw to find the source. The salt of your own skin forces you to wince; your dirty fingers stinging into a fresh yet foreign wound before you’re able to bring them in front of your face for further inspection.

Blood.

What the hell?

Another bolt of lightning strikes, highlighting the scarlet hue that stains your fingertips as they shake in what seems to be a form of stop-motion. It isn’t until just now that the pain makes itself known, throbbing in your neck and down into your shoulder, prickling at the most sensitive nerves closest to your exposed skin. You don’t remember falling or getting injured, or much of anything at all now that you really try to think. The last thing you manage to conjure up is leaving earlier that night to meet Andrea for drinks at a new bar across town, but after that it all seems to go dark.

Thunder crashes again, this time booming in your chest and rattling your bones just enough to spill a few drops from your fingertips onto the floor. It bends the wooden planks inside the walls that hold the building up around you, the cool static of the air making it feel more crowded as you accidentally smear your blood across its black and white tiles. You can tell that the storm is getting closer now, the pauses between strikes and crashes narrowing as the clouds creep across the blackened sky. It’s almost impossible to tell if it’s still night or if the storm has blocked out the sun entirely through the tiny window that hides behind a heavy curtain.

Before you’re able to lean forward to get a better look, you spot a shadowy figure moving near the doorway, stalking you slowly with a feral growl that nearly rivals that of the thunderous clouds up above. You feel your heart skip a beat as you watch it advance in your peripheral vision, hiding briefly in the darkened corners of the room with movements too erratic for your strained eyes to focus on. You catch yourself holding your breath as a growing sense of peril builds up in your body, taking over as it weighs you down and freezes you in place.

Instead of ripping you apart as the moonlight glows white in its eyes, it gently pats you down, hands palpating over your chest and abdomen before the shock of its touch eventually wears off. It’s calm demeanor allows you to breathe in again, your eyes relaxing just enough to take in the angles of the figure’s face as it crouches down in front of you. The flickering flames in the distance reveal his soft yet masculine features as they begin to twist with worry.

He’s just a man. Nothing more.

“Está bien?” The man asks in a comforting whisper, looking you up and down before ripping the bottom part of his shirt off and pressing it onto your neck. “You’re okay? Did he bite you anywhere else?”

“Wh…what?” You scramble to figure out who this man is and how you know him as he holds the makeshift bandage against your pulse, cradling your face with his opposite hand to keep you steady. His palms are surprisingly soft, handling you with great care despite his hurried nature.

“He bit you.” He points out, raising his eyebrows with a quick nod of his head to remind you. “Did you drink from him?”

“What? Him, who?” What does he mean, drink from him? What is he talking about? Who is ‘he’, and how does he know you? How did he get here? How did you get here? Where are you?

“Did you drink his blood?” He shakily re-words his question as he looks into your eyes, the dim candlelight accenting the greenish amber hue in his as he frantically searches your face for an answer.

If only you had one to offer him.

He sighs in frustration and smooths his thumbs across your lips, pulling them apart to look for any evidence of whatever theory he’s cooked up in his head. “It doesn’t look like it.” He examines your face from a few different angles before relaxing his grip on you, glancing back down at your neck before gently pulling the cloth away from your skin.

“That’s good,” he winces at the sight of it before forcing a smile, pressing the cloth back against you. Taking care, he wraps the bloody fabric around your neck just tight enough to stay in place as he quickly scans the room for another exit. “Can you walk?”

Heavy sheets of rain fall down from the sky as the two of you make your escape, weighing you down as you try your best to keep up with him as he scurries down the stairs. It dampens your hair and chatters your teeth, washing the dried blood off your neck and onto your shirt as the wet gravel crunches beneath your shoes.

“It isn’t going to follow us, is it?” You ask, not brave enough to venture a look behind you for reassurance.

The man shakes his head, pointing to an old rickety sedan parked just beside the entrance as the downpour darkens his salt and pepper locks, smattering them against his forehead. “It’s almost sunrise. We should be safe for now,” he makes his way over to the driver’s side, pulling a pair of keys out of his pocket. “But we should get as far away from here as possible.”

“For now?” You watch him crawl inside the car, leaning over to unlock your door before you nearly pull it off its hinges just to get in. You glare at him before quickly finding your seatbelt, pulling it across your shoulder as the cool metal buckle shocks the sensitive skin on your neck.

“For now,” he repeats himself. The engine pops and roars as it starts up, his nimble fingers turning the key in a bit of a panic as he looks behind you for clearance to back up. He flips the car into reverse, turning the windshield wipers on before peeling backwards out of the long gravel driveway until you’re suddenly on the dirt road that led you here. He silently shifts the gear into drive and pushes down on the pedal, speeding you through the pelting rain that doesn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon.

“So you’re saying that all that back there is … what, exactly? That it’s a dracula? Is that it? That I got bit by a real life v-v-vampire?!” You stutter, pulling down the visor to look in the mirror as you interrogate him.

“Exactly, that’s what I’m saying.” He keeps his eyes on the road as the headlights do little to illuminate your path, the deluge relenting a bit more the farther away you get from the mysterious building. “You really don’t remember?”

“No.” You take your time removing your bandage to assess the damage, hissing slightly as the cloth pulls bits of dried blood away from two deep puncture wounds that stare directly back at you. Stark reminders of whatever happened to you only a few hours ago, they seem to be scabbed over well enough to dampen your internal alarm bells, but they’re still way worse than you imagined. How much blood did it take? And why can’t you remember any of it yet?

“But you’re not one of them?” You try to confirm, realizing maybe a little too late that you could have left one dangerous situation only to fall into the next.

“No,” he reassures you, glancing in your direction for a split second. “If I was, the sun would turn me to dust as soon as it hit the windshield.”

“Oh, right.” Duh. That makes sense. You shake your head of your immediate suspicions and let your muscles relax, allowing yourself to settle into the worn leather seat as you notice a few more rips in your savior’s shirt.

“When is that supposed to happen again, exactly?” You look at your wrist and notice that your watch is somehow missing, reluctantly resorting to the clock on the dashboard as it flashes a dim green 12:00. 

Perfect.

“In about five minutes,” he smiles, randomly pressing a few buttons on the dashboard until Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Rhiannon’ starts playing in a barely audible static. “I’m Jack, by the way,” he touches his chest with his belated introduction, calming you with kind eyes. “I probably should have said that earlier, but I…”

“Probably.” You smile back and tell him your name, shifting your weight in your seat to properly watch the sun rise through the darkened heavy clouds as the rain finally dissipates to a light drizzle. You never thought you’d be this relieved to see something as simple as a sunrise, but here you are, holding your breath until it breaks. Both of you end up exhaling in unison as the sun begins to paint the dampened sky warmer shades of gray, the lack of flames and dust in the seat next to you more than proof of your new friend’s identity.

“So, what now?” You whisper with the last bit of your expelled breath, hoping that he has some semblance of a plan.

“Now, I take you home so you can rest.” He squints to read a blurred road sign before you pass it. “Am I going in the right direction?”

“I think so,” you whisper, wiping your handprint over the misted glass of the foggy window to get a better view of your surroundings. You recognize the old barn you used to drive past on your way to the airport, followed by the old broken down truck in the driveway just a few streets down. But how can that be? How can you remember all of these places and inanimate objects instead of what brought you to them in the first place?

You lift your hips up and find your keys tucked into your pants pocket, pulling them out just to be sure that they’re yours. Your phone and watch may be missing, but you at least still have the comfort and security of your house keys. “Yeah, actually you are. Take this road until it tees into State street, then take a left.”

“You remember that?” He looks over at you with genuine surprise.

Well, do you? 

“I guess… I guess so.”

“Can you remember anything else?” His brows knit together in a mixture of worry and hope, as if the fate of the world relies heavily on your answer. “Enchantments like this can wear off after time, especially when done in such a hurry.”

You close your eyes and try to think back on last night, sifting through those scattered memories in hopes that the safety of Jack’s car will allow you the ability to successfully grasp onto those forgotten moments.

“He’s called Alistair, if that helps.” He turns the radio down so that even the static is now inaudible. “But may go by Alan or Al.”

“Alan, yeah, that sounds familiar…” You keep your eyes closed and recall a night club with a man named Alan whose eyes were so dark, their inky black hue nearly bled into his lashes in stark contrast against his pale white skin. You remember those eyes holding you fast from across the room earlier that night, or maybe even earlier that week, but that doesn’t really make any sense, now does it?

“I remember a tall man with black hair and even darker eyes?” You ask him for clarification as you open your own, hoping that what you saw was helpful.

“That’s him,” he nods, his full lips pressing together in a nervous fine line. “Has he been to your house?”

“I don’t think so.” You touch your neck again to remind yourself just how dire the situation is. “How would I be able to tell?”

“There are ways I can… things I can look for, to know for sure.” He turns the windshield wipers off as the sprinkle of rain finally disappears, allowing the sun to cast its pink morning glow onto his olive colored skin.

“And what if he has?”

“Then we’ll have to find another place to stay.”

”We?”

[bitchyfoxymama]

What I think my favorite characters smell like headcannons

Note: these are some of my personal favorite characters. Which means it'll range from marvel to slashers to Stranger things!

Warnings: mentions of Bo murdering, weed

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Steven Grant

Smells like books, coffee and egyptian cotton. Its just so homey, you wanna wrap yourself up in the scent and stay there forever. I feel like he also occasionally smells like good quality chocolate.

Marc Spector

Smells like cinnamon and vanilla. He also smells like lemon pound cake or something citrus and i cant explain why, i just believe he does.

Jake Lockley

Jake smells like cigarettes and leather gloves. Also he smells mahogany and bourbon. Like its just so him yeah know

Jack Russell

Wet dog. Hold on though, its not a bad thing ok, but he also smells like coffee and forest. Its a pleasant mix that makes you feel all comfortable and secure. He also smells like mountain mist which goes back him living in the woods with ted

Steve Harrington

Steve Harrington smells like hairspray, cashmere musk with a hint of cinnamon. Also i get the vibe he smells like really smokey after shave and maybe honey

Eddie Munson

Smells like Hemp seed as well as really good weed. He also smells like a cheap drugstore cologne that he five finger discounted one day, it's kinda woodsy and a lil spicy with a hint of musk. He wears it every time he has a gig with corroded coffin. And Irish spring

Vincent Sinclair

Totally out of left field but he smells like lavender and like those really good quality waxes? Like bees wax, and like chamomile tea that he drinks after being in the workshop all day.

Bo Sinclair

Cigarettes, blood, motor oil, suede and smoke with like a little hint of wax because he's always around the art that vincent creates. The blood scent isn't constant, he showers and it's gone and it's replaced by the woody scent of his body wash and the cigarettes he's always smoking.

Thomas Sawyer

Smells like fresh dried laundry more specifically laundry that is dried in the fresh air? Like luda mae didnt raise no stinky boys. He's also got this natural musk that just melds perfectly with it. Also kinda smells like dirt, like hes gardened and ahhhh just *chef kiss*

[onakomiyaki]

I need your help guys... What should I start...

and also please welcome to put suggestion on my mail box (ill make one shot as well)

thanks guys <3

also if the driver is not on the tags, meaning i WILL NOT involve them (no hate to them i just cant imagine them in the fic i made 😭)

edits :

i might involve them in minor roles, not like main roles. maybe a mention or so.

edits 2 :

dont worry im including some reserve drivers as well! (had to put it out there since i got few dms asking about reserve drivers)

[dannyricsmirrorball]

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okay so sorry for being kinda MIA lately,, i’ve just been busy w school and life but i’m on break so might be a tad more active. i have been working on stuff but kinda get bored or forget to complete them so i’m letting you all choose!

these are the fics i’ve started/almost finished already so let me know which one you’d like to see first so i can prioritise it and get it out ASAP!

here’s a little synopsis of the fics ;)

our secret • ls18

reader has been lance’s best friend for as long as they can both remember. everyone wants them together but what if they’ve been soft launching the whole time..?

brother’s best friend • gr63

it’s all in the title lol but basically reader is alex’s sister and is always tagging along with him and lily. george and the reader are also really good friends but lately they’ve been suspiciously hanging out a lot more…

everything has changed • jd14

reader is australia’s pop princess and also very close friends with australia’s resident golden boy daniel ricciardo. fans get excited at the prospect of their fave pop princess becoming a wag and off with the shipping wars. some are in the know but some are shocked to learn that she has a lost childhood friend in aussie f2 driver (and mate of danny ric) jack doohan, is it just a rekindling of friendship or is something more on the horizon?

3 peas in a pod • dr3

reader is longtime best friend of mclaren golden boy lando norris. daniel, lando, and y/n famously get on like 3 peas in a pod. fans have been shipping the reader with both boys, some adamant that she is just too young for daniel and that childhood friends to lovers will prevail whilst others are sure that lando is strictly a friend. as it becomes increasingly clear that y/n is dating one of them, how will these ship wars effect these long time friendships and relationships.

always an angel • jb22

fans quickly realise that f1 world champion jenson button and famous victoria secret angel y/n y/l/n are an item. most are ecstatic at the iconic pairing whilst some are jealous and delusional. whilst the pair are very much in love, the constant undermining of y/n as an individual or even a human being is starting to take a toll.

also i promise that tying the knot p4 will be out eventually,, i’ve just had a bit of a lull w it and thought i’d try out some other stuff first xx

thank you!