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galway-girlatwork · 1 month ago

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Tinsel and Turkey Vultures

Fandom: Bloodsucking Bastards

Rating: Mature-A dumpster fire of giggles and smut

Central Characters: Max and Aria

Word Count: 1,567

AO3

Music Inspiration: S&M-Rhianna

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This was written for @beefrobeefcal Half Bricked, Wrong Time February Prompt Challenge. It is a dumpster fire but well I think it is funny. Not your shot of whisky, scroll on by. If you want a giggle, give it a read.

Aria had been looking forward to this date for weeks. The zoo’s annual Christmas Lights was the kind of festive, event that made his girl light up like, well… a string of Christmas lights. He wasn’t the biggest holiday guy, being the undead, he’d been through so many holidays, that it was now cliché but he’d do anything to see her smile and the way her nose scrunched when she was excited.

The night air was crisp, carrying the scent of smores, hot chocolate and animal shit. He did all the “boyfriend” things as they walked hand in hand, trying to act normal in the crowd. Of course, she knew what he was, trusting him to “be good” as she put it. She had way more faith than he did, as they stopped, so she could admire the twinkling tunnels of color and the way the glowing reindeer displays cast long shadows over the pathways. It was all very romantic. Well as romantic as it could be for someone like him but then came the Turkey Vulture Incident.

Aria, being the weird little nerd she was, loved birds—especially the creepy, misunderstood ones, so when she saw the Birds of Prey exhibit lit up in shimmering blue icicle lights, she gasped.

“Oh my god, Max! Look! The vultures are still out!” she squealed, dragging him toward the enclosure as he wondered how in the hell, she’d gotten under his skin so much that he was even here.

Max wasn’t against birds, per se. But turkey vultures? They looked like something you’d summon in a séance gone horribly wrong. Bald, beady-eyed, and perpetually hunched like they were plotting world domination. Still, Aria was practically vibrating with excitement, so he went along with it.

Watching as she leaned against the railing, eyes growing wide as one of the big birds fluffed its massive, dark wings. “They’re so cool,” she whispered in awe. “Did you know they pee on their own legs to stay cool in the summer?”

Max blinked. “What? I could have gone my whole existence without knowing that.”

Laughing, nudging him with her hip. “Come on, they’re kind of beautiful. Look at the wingspan on that one.”

Sighing, he turned his gaze to the vulture in question, perched on a wooden beam, wings half-spread, silhouetted by the multicolored glow of a nearby Christmas tree. And okay, the wingspan was impressive—sleek, dark feathers stretching out in a way that, weirdly, looked… powerful. Commanding. Almost—

Oh, fucking shit.

He felt it before he even had time to process what was happening. A slow, warm pulse of arousal creeping in, uninvited and completely uncalled for. His entire body betraying him, and he realized with dawning horror that he was sporting a full, undeniable erection.

At a turkey vulture exhibit.

On a date.

With Celine fucking Dion Christmas music playing in the background.

What the actual fuck?

Why was this happening now? It was a god damn bird for Christ’s sake.

Panic set in as he shifted awkwardly, shoving his hands deep into his coat pockets, desperately trying to will the situation away. Not now, not here, for the love of Santa Claus and everything holy.

She turned to him, still glowing with enthusiasm. “Isn’t it amazing how misunderstood they are?”

He coughed. “Yeah. Super misunderstood.”

“Are you okay? You look like you’re in pain.”

“I’m great. Loving the birds. Big fan. Let’s maybe keep walking.”

“Wait, before we go, you have to see them with their wings fully extended. It’s so majestic.” She grabbed his arm, pulling him closer. “I think that one’s about…oh look! There it is!”

Max could hardly breathe as the vulture did in fact extend its wings fully, showcasing an intimidatingly vast, sleek frame.

A deep, primal part of his brain misfired.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

She turned towards him again, eyes full of wonder. “Isn’t that just the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?”

Max swallowed hard. “Yep. Absolutely. Stunning.”

His body, however, very much agreed, and he nearly whimpered.

He watched as she narrowed her eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m totally fine. Actually, I just remembered I left something in the car. Super important. We should go. Right now.”

“What did you leave in the—wait, why are you walking like that?”

Gritting his teeth an exasperated sigh left his lips. “No reason.”

Oh, but she was so was sharp, one of the reasons he was with her, it was sexy as hell which didn’t help the issue he was having right now. She stepped in front of him, eyes flicking downward. And then, slowly, a wicked grin spread across her face.

“No,” she whispered. “No way.”

Max groaned. “Aria, please.”

She gasped dramatically, too dramatically if you asked him. “Max Phillips, are you turned on right now? At the turkey vultures?”

“Shhhh!” He grabbed her wrist, frantically scanning the area to make sure no one heard. “I don’t know what happened, okay? It just—happened!”

She doubled over, cackling, making him wonder if he should just drain her dry like a blood bag. This was not supposed to be happening. He was supposed to be in control.

“Oh my god! This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

He groaned, mentally preparing himself for the next hundred years of teasing. “Can we just—forget this? Move on?”

She wiped away a tear, still giggling. “Oh, babe. Never.”

And with that, she grabbed his hand, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Come on. Let’s go find some hot chocolate and never speak of this again.”

But he knew she was absolutely speaking of this again. Forever.

A low growl came from deep within his chest as he took her hand, practically dragging her down the path until he found someplace quiet, steeped in darkness. Lips dragging down her throat as he pressed her against brick of the reptile house.

“Oh my fucking god Max, not again.” But he knew her protests were as fake as the Christmas trees that filled the zoo.

Hips pressed into hers as he inhaled her scent, grinding himself into her, causing friction between them, knowing she could feel the hardness of him against the heat of her. Soft moans uttered from her, had fingers tunneling through her hair as his mouth found hers, tongue demanding entrance into the wetness of her mouth, hands digging into his hips, so she could grind against him. Movements sending waves of pleasure coursing through them, he could smell her arousal, seeping from her pores, as he broke contact. Her pupils were blown, breath coming in gasps as he hiked up her skirt, fingers curling and ripping the fabric. He pressed his forehead against hers, feeling her slick as he cupped her mound. “Fuck. Leg. Now.” He could see a plump bottom lip, tucked between her teeth, as his hands slid to her ass, lifting her up, long legs wrapping around him. Nimble fingers undid his jeans, before she began stroking his length, his name sounding like desperate pleas. With one stroke he was buried deep, teeth now scraping along the vein of her neck. He filled her so completely; he could hear the sharp intake of breath. Each snap of his hips, sent shockwaves through her, causing her wet cunt to spasm around him. “Feed me baby.”

Turning her head, exposing the slim column of her neck to him, eyes wide, riding the high he was giving her, teeth sank in, filling his mouth with the warm coppery taste of her. Years of practice let him know how much he could take before she passed out or he changed her. But right now, the only thought in his head: MINE.

The world around them dissolved into chaos, Christmas lights blurring together like fireworks exploding in the sky. Her vision began to tunnel, focus narrowing on the sensation of Max's lips on her skin, his cock making a mess of her, before she felt his tongue against her neck, wide swipes, licking over the marks. Lost and drowning in sensations caused by this untamed thing unleashed deep within Max.

Max's grip on her tightened, holding her in place as he feasted on her. God the way she tasted against his tongue, was better than any drug a junkie could get. “Come on baby. Let go.” He could feel it, the second she came, face buried in his neck, nails digging into his shoulders, trying so damn hard not to scream. He could feel his balls tightening against him just before he came, the last thrust deep and hard, as he whispered against her. “So, fucking amazing.”

It took a couple of minutes before they put themselves together, an arm around her waist, holding her against him, her steps unsteady as they decided it was time to go home. “Sated?” she asked.

Lips brushing against hers, a smirk, lifting the corner of his mouth. “Baby, that was just the appetizer.”

Three months later-

He stared at the box on his desk, hands rubbing over his face in frustration, slightly embarrassed, if that was possible. It was his Valentines present from Aria. Nestled within the white tissue paper was a stuffed animal, a single sheet of information and a thank you card. In his name, she’d adopted an animal from the zoo…A turkey vulture named Fred.

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Dividers by @saradika-graphics

#half bricked wrong time 2025 #max phillips #beefro prompt challenge #pedro pascal fanfic #dumpster fire of giggles and smut #I giggled as I wrote this

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drewharrisonwriter · 6 months ago

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Softer

Status: One Shot, Complete.

Pairings: No Outbreak Joel Miller x Female Reader

Summary: Marriage has been good to Joel—he’s happier, softer, and maybe a little pudgier.

Word Count: 1,592 words

Warnings: Explicit sexual content (18+), dirty talk, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (hehe), mentions of weight gain, body appreciation, strong language

A/N: This fic was written for @beefrobeefcal’s Married Joel Sits on You Challenge! Am I too late for this challenge? 😅 Please forgive me for any mistakes, English is not my first language and it's my first time joining such a challenge, and I utterly enjoyed it. Thank you so much Beefro for this 💖

The prompt was: "Marriage had been good to Joel. His mental health and financial stability had improved, and he seemed overall a happier person. The only drawback seemed to be the effect it had on his waistline."

P.S. Do you enjoy my writing? If so, I’d truly appreciate any support through comments, likes, and reblogs! If you’re able, donations or writing commissions would also mean the world to me as I’m currently managing everything from my phone due to financial constraints. You can donate here or DM me your commission ideas. Thank you so much for your love and support! 💜

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Joel adjusted his sunglasses, glancing at his reflection in the mirrored elevator walls. It was late afternoon, and they’d just come back up from the beach to their hotel room. He scratched his beard, tugging his shirt down over his belly, feeling the fabric cling just a little too snugly.

Tommy’s teasing echoed in his mind. "You packin’ some extra cargo these days, big brother?" The little shit had poked his side earlier as they lounged by the beach, laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world.

"Asshole," Joel muttered under his breath.

You glanced up at him, curious. "What’s that, honey?"

Joel shook his head, giving you a half-smile. "Nothin’, sweetheart. Just thinkin'." He hooked an arm around your waist, pulling you close as the elevator doors slid open. You walked out together, your hand slipping down to his lower back as you strolled through the quiet hallway.

“Tommy’s words still botherin’ you?” you asked softly, your voice coming off with gentle teasing. You gave his belly a playful squeeze. “He’s full of shit, Joel. I love you like this. Tommy don’t know what he’s talkin’ about.”

Joel grunted in response, though a small smile tugged at his lips. He didn’t say anything as you continued walking, but you could feel the tension in his body slowly easing under your touch.

Once you reached your suite, Joel swiped the keycard, and you both rushed inside, quickly locking the door behind you. You double-checked the lock, raising an eyebrow at him. “You sure you locked it, Joel? You know how those girls are… Wouldn’t put it past Sarah or Ellie to barge in at the wrong moment.”

Joel let out a low chuckle, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you close. “I ain’t paid this much for a vacation just to get interrupted when I’m tryin’ to make another baby with my hot wife,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. “Trust me, darlin’. That door ain’t budging.”

A playful grin tugged at your lips as you teased, “Baby, aren’t you a little old for a newborn?”

Joel cut his eyes at you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re real funny, you know that?” He dipped his head, brushing his lips against yours. “Doesn’t matter how old I am. If it were up to me, I’d keep you pregnant all the damn time.”

Your body flushed at his words, the heat between you flaring with the roughness in his tone. “Yeah?” you whispered, your voice thick with need. “You’d keep me pregnant, huh?”

Joel’s hands slid down to your ass, squeezing as he pulled you close. “Damn right. We could start right now if you want,” he growled, kissing the side of your neck. “Or maybe after a couple more vacations like this one.” His lips traveled lower, sucking a mark just beneath your ear.

Your breath caught as you smiled, running your fingers through his hair. “I don’t mind more vacations first,” you teased, your hands wandering down his back as the two of you continued to make out as you made your way toward the bed.

Joel’s large frame practically caged you in as he guided you down onto the plush mattress. You tugged at his shirt, pulling it off as he hovered over you, his body solid and warm. His fingers made quick work of your bikini top, tossing it aside.

As he leaned over you, your hand ghosted over his once-firm stomach. Marriage had been good to Joel. His mental health and financial stability had improved, and he seemed overall a happier person. The only drawback seemed to be the effect it had on his waistline.

“You look so good…” you hummed.

Joel’s expression softened for a moment, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he kissed you. “You mean I’ve gone fat?” He grinned before leaning in, his lips grazing your ear.

You laughed, cupping his face. “I love it,” you assured him, pulling him in for another kiss, deeper this time.

As you kissed, Joel’s hand slid between your legs, fingers dipping into the wet heat between your thighs. “Goddamn, baby,” he groaned against your mouth, his fingers teasing your entrance before sliding two thick digits inside you, curling them just right.

Your body jerked at the sensation, and you whimpered softly, “Jesus, Joel!” It’s pretty good and scary at the same time that he knows exactly where and where to curl his fingers inside you to hit that soft spot that makes you see stars.

His fingers worked inside you, while drawing slow circles on your clit with his thumb that had your hips bucking up toward him. “So needy,” he murmured, “But you’re gonna have to wait, sweetheart. Wanna take my time with you.”

You gasped, head falling back against the bed as he worked you over, his free hand holding your hip steady. The rough pad of his thumb brushed over your clit, and the pressure was just enough to send sparks flying through your body. “Fuck, Joel…”

Joel growled, his mouth closing over your breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple before sucking it into his mouth. You moaned at the sensation, your body arching into his touch as his fingers continued their slow, torturous rhythm inside you.

Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging hard as the pleasure built deep in your core. He kissed his way back up to your lips, his beard rough against your skin as he murmured, “You’re gonna cum for me, baby. But not yet.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and your body trembled beneath him as he finally pulled his fingers out, leaving you gasping for breath.

“I need you, Joel,” you whimpered, your voice trembling with need. “Please…”

Joel positioned himself between your legs, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. “You’re gonna take every inch of me, darlin’,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust. “Gonna bury myself so deep inside you, I’ll be the only thing you can feel.”

With one slow, deliberate thrust, Joel buried himself to the hilt, his cock stretching you wide as his blunt tip kissed your cervix. You gasped, your hands flying to his shoulders, clinging to him as he held himself still, giving you a moment to adjust.

“Fuck, baby,” Joel groaned, his forehead pressed against yours as he began to move, each slow thrust hitting deeper than the last. “You feel so good… so fuckin’ tight around me.”

Your nails dug into his shoulders as he picked up the pace, his cock dragging against every nerve inside you, setting your body on fire. “Joel…” you gasped, your voice breathless.

He leaned down, his lips closing over one of your nipples again, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak before sucking hard. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, and you moaned, your hips rolling up to meet each of his thrusts.

Joel groaned, his hand sliding between your bodies to rub slow circles on your clit. “Cum for me, baby,” he growled, his voice rough and commanding. “Wanna feel you cum all over my cock.”

Your body responded instantly, the tension snapping as your orgasm crashed over you. You cried out, your walls clenching tight around him, your vision going white as a wave of pleasure rippled through you.

Joel’s hips stuttered as you came, and with a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt one last time, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his release. He collapsed on top of you, both of you panting and trembling from the intensity of it all.

After a few moments, Joel gently rolled off you, still catching his breath as he sat up on the edge of the bed. “Don’t move, darlin’,” he murmured, brushing a kiss to your forehead before disappearing into the bathroom. He returned moments later with a warm, damp towel, gently cleaning you up with tender strokes.

“C’mere,” Joel whispered, tossing the towel aside and pulling you into his arms. You curled up against his chest, his warmth and steady heartbeat lulling you into a blissful daze. He kissed the top of your head, his large hand rubbing slow circles on your back.

“You okay, sweetheart?”You smiled sleepily, nuzzling into his chest and just humming your reply.

Joel chuckled, brushing a hand through your hair. “Good thing we locked that door. Last thing I need is Sarah or Ellie walkin’ in while we’re busy.”

You snickered, burying your face into his chest with a soft laugh. “We’ve done a good job avoidin’ that so far.”

Joel sighed contentedly, running his hand along your back. “Yeah, but I swear, if they catch us one day, Tommy’s gonna have a field day. He’s already givin’ me shit about puttin’ on a little weight.”

You laughed harder, resting your chin on his chest as you looked up at him, your hand slowly sliding down to his soft belly. “This pudge’s the proof you’re enjoyin’ yourself, Joel.”

Joel chuckled, his chest rumbling as he pulled you closer. “Hell, maybe you’re right,” he admitted with a smirk. “Can’t say I’m complainin’, though.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest. “I love you like this. Softer, but still strong.”

Joel squeezed you gently, his voice quieter. “Feels good, don’t it? Finally bein’ able to enjoy things.”

You could only hum in response. You let sleep take you, safe in the warmth of his arms.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedropascal #pedro pascal cinematic universe #pedro pascal fan fiction #joel miller #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal fan fic #pedrohub #pedro pascal x reader #joel sat on me 2024 #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller sat on me 2024 #joel miller smut #🥩

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peepawispunk · 1 month ago

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DINxDARCY???? TELL US MORE PLEASE

Also, An Inch Away From More Than Just Friends?? Who are we more than just friends with???

Dave York half bricked— so excited for this one, I love Dave York and the prompt is so funny too <33

Dieter dispensary <- mmmmm inchresting what are we dispensing I'd love to know more

Valentines exchange??? With whom???

DinxDarcy is Din ends up in the Marvel Cinematic Universe and is found by Jane Foster's assistant, Darcy Lewis (It's posted on my AO3 and is almost complete.)

An Inch Away is Mr BenxReader who is a former student turned colleague and ch2 will be out in the next day or so.

Dave York is gonna be so funny omg, beefros challenge is chaotic af 🤣🤣❤️

Dieter and plus size reader girlfriend are at a dispensary in LA and some nasty fans make some fat shamey comments. Dieter fucks you better in the alleyway 🤭

#wip game #asks answered

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beefrobeefcal · 5 months ago

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The Glandolorian November Prompt Challenge

In honor of the newest P-boy joining the roster, let's ignore him and give Mr. Djarin Din some time to shine - with The Glandolorian!

We are opening it up to non-fic submissions, too! Want to participate? Post your Mando in the Colosseum submission by November 30th with the hashtag #the glandolorian 2024 and tag me - @beefrobeefcal.You can also send me the link to your submissions via direct msg or in my inbox.

VISUAL ARTS SUBMISSIONS MUST INCLUDE:

Mando in a gladiator role of sorts

The following wording: I saw what you did there, and that was NOT the way.

Dieter Bravo (or reference to) must be incorporated somehow

IF MANDO/DIN/MR>DJARIN IS NOT YOUR BAG, YOU CAN SWAP OUT FOR AN ALTERNATE: Late 1990's Xerox Commercial Pedro

FIC SUBMISSIONS MUST INCLUDE:

Mando in a gladiator role of sorts

The following wording: I saw what you did there, and that was NOT the way.

Dieter Bravo must be mentioned or referenced at least once.

IF MANDO/DIN/MR.DJARIN IS NOT YOUR BAG, YOU CAN SWAP OUT FOR AN ALTERNATE: Late 1990's Xerox Commercial Pedro

Let the games begin,

Beefro👌🥩💜

#the glandolorian 2024 #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #the mandolorian #din djarin fanfiction #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfic #🥩🥫🥩#the mandolarian #the mandolorian fanart #din djarin #din djarin fan art #gladiator 2 #beefro prompt challenge

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beefrobeefcal · 2 months ago

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February is the month of passion – but what if that passion is ill-timed? This month’s prompt is based on your choices - and what you choose to do to get the P-Boy out of the badly timed boner situation he’s in! Pick a number between 1 and 20 (for the prompt) and a letter between A and T (for the P-boy) and drop it in my inbox to see the who and where of the BADLY TIMED BONER!

Post your Half Bricked, Wrong Time submission by February 28th with the hashtag #half bricked wrong time 2025 and tag me - @beefrobeefcal. You can also send me the link to your submissions via direct msg or in my inbox.

VISUAL ARTS & FIC SUBMISSIONS MUST INCLUDE:

The P-Boy you receive based on your choice

The location of said badly timed boner you receive based on your choice

The following wording: Oh [insert explicative], not again…

Celine Dion (or reference to) must be incorporated somehow

If the p-boy you receive is not your bag, you can swap out for an alternate: NAMELESS WAITER THAT WAS CUT FROM THE ADJUSTMENT BUREAU

all about beef

SUBMISSIONS:

@galway-girlatwork - Tinsel and Turkey Vultures Max Phillips while at the turkey vulture exhibit at the zoo.

@jessthebaker - By the Gods Oberyn Martell during a mandatory HR presentation about proper workplace etiquette.

who picked what?

@clawdee - Ezra while in line to buy a hot dog at a sporting event.

@crowandmousewritingco - Jack Daniels during a heated debate at a PTA meeting.

@peepawispunk - Dave York being chased by/hiding from a Bernie Sanders impersonator.

@whocaresstillthelouvre - Marcus Acacius while trying to fold a fitted sheet.

@butuhaventseenmyman - Marcus Acacius while at a craft fair buying homemade crochet items.

@missredherring - Javier Peña while in the produce section, debating on which [insert fruit] to buy.

@weregirlbyknight - Lucien de Leon/Flores during a sales pitch to a customer on a used car lot.

@yopossum - Max Phillips during a butter churning demonstration at the local heritage museum.

@tinytinymenace - Jack Daniels while being chased by/hiding from a Bernie Sanders impersonator.

@timelordfreya - Oberyn Martell while celebrating an elder family member’s milestone birthday.

Thank you to both @noxturnalnymph + @strang3lov3 for their brains+ideas - love you both!

#half bricked wrong time 2025 #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfic #🥩#beefro prompt challenge

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beefrobeefcal · 4 months ago

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Tis the season to be DISASTER CONTROL! December is a time for fun, festive frivolity, but can also be a time of great duress. This month’s prompt is based on your choices - as every holiday season is - and what you choose to do to get the P-Boy out of the holiday bind he’s in!

Pick a number between 1 and 20 (for the prompt) and a letter between A and T (for the P-boy) and drop it in my inbox to see WHAT COULD GO WRONG?

Post your Holiday Disaster submission by December 31st with the hashtag #festive failure 2024 and tag me - @beefrobeefcal.You can also send me the link to your submissions via direct msg or in my inbox.

Requirements under the cut!

VISUAL ARTS SUBMISSIONS MUST INCLUDE:

The P-Boy you receive based on your choice

The prompt you receive based on your choice

The following wording: Tis the [explicative optional] season.

Fruitcake (or reference to) must be incorporated somehow

IF THE P-BOY YOU RECEIVE IS NOT YOUR BAG, YOU CAN SWAP OUT FOR AN ALTERNATE: Late 1990's Xerox Commercial Pedro

FIC SUBMISSIONS MUST INCLUDE:

The P-Boy you receive based on your choice

The prompt you receive based on your choice

The following wording: Tis the [explicative optional] season.

Fruitcake (or reference to) must be incorporated somehow

IF THE P-BOY YOU RECEIVE IS NOT YOUR BAG, YOU CAN SWAP OUT FOR AN ALTERNATE: Late 1990's Xerox Commercial Pedro

all about beef

@clawdee - Dieter Bravo needs to find a creative way to thaw a turkey real quick.

@timelordfreya - Lucien de Leon/Flores - WORST. HOLIDAY. PARTY. EVER.

@secretelephanttattoo - Jack Daniels is life-threateningly competitive about decorating his home.

@whocaresstillthelouvre - Javi Gutierrez needs 'encouragement' to be 'festive'.

@bitchesuntitled - Dieter Bravo gets in a heated discussion with an annoying uncle about what the actual qualifications are for a movie to be labelled a Christmas/Holiday movie.

@dc41896 - Frankie Morales gets locked inside a mall over Christmas.

@inept-the-magnificent - Javi Gutierrez discovers that Krampus is unfortunately real.

@theplumsoldier - Frankie Morales gets injured building a gingerbread house.

@toxicanonymity - Agent Ortega gets locked inside a mall over Christmas.

@lucienofthelakes - Dieter Bravo discovers that the Grinch is real and needs a favour.

@jennaispunk - Din Djarin - WORST. HOLIDAY. PARTY. EVER.

@schnarfer - Joel Miller gets in a heated discussion with an annoying uncle about what the actual qualifications are for a movie to be labelled a Christmas/Holiday movie.

@crowandmousewritingco - Marcus Acacius needs a last minute gift and can't get out of the house.

@oliveksmoked - Din Djarin gets life-threateningly competitive about decorating his house.

@strang3lov3 - Joel Miller has to deal with a cat/cats destroying the Christmas tree.

@galway-girlatwork- Javi Gutierrez needs 'encouragement' to feel 'festive'.

@slutsoutgutsout- Javi Gutierrez gets in a heated discussion with an annoying uncle about what the actual qualifications are for a movie to be labelled a Christmas/Holiday movie.

@thischarmingmandalorian - The Penis Collector discovers that Santa is real and he is not nice.

@studioghibelli - Marcus Pike discovers that Santa is real and he is not nice.

@yopossum - Din Djarin is in charge of gift wrapping and only has safety scissors.

@goodwithcheese - Javier Peña is forced to travel for the holidays and gets stranded.

@missredherring – Mrs. Flores needs ‘encouragement’ to feel ‘festive’. Introducing the Girlfriend

@hellfire-state-of-mind - Late 1990's Xerox Commercial Pedro [OR ANY P-BOY OF YOUR CHOOSING] is forced to travel for the holidays and gets stranded.

@devilbat - Javier Peña baked cookies with a disastrous outcome.

@quinnnfabrgay - Ezra has to live the entire plot of the Christmas classic 'Die Hard' or else...

@slimybeth69 - Dave York directs a community theatre production of 'A Christmas Carol'.

@rifflovesjoey - Frankie Morales discovers that Krampus is unfortunately real.

@penascigarette - Javier Peña directs a community theatre production of ‘A Christmas Carol’.

@all-the-things-2020 - Din Djarin is forced to travel for the holidays and gets stranded.

@tinytinymenace - Din Djarin discovers that the Grinch is real and needs a favour.

@slimybeth69 - Max Philips is forced to live through the whole Christmas Classic “Jim Carrey is How the Grinch Stole Christmas” as the Mayor of Whoville . This is not a dream. This is penance for making corporate look bad.

@clawdee - Max Lord falls for their arch nemesis over the holidays and quits his job to stay and help with their Christmas tree farm in his home town.

@jolapeno - Frankie Morales needs ‘encouragement’ to feel ‘festive’.

#festive failure 2024 #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfic #🥩#beefro prompt challenge

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