#singer rpf

[hes-the-muse]

Muse - Brandon Boyd

💚👽B.B👽💚

Untitled

[iamred-iamyellow]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Encontrar tu media naranja

♥ pairing: lando norris x latina!fem!singer!reader

♥ synopsis: during one of your concerts a fan threw their phone up on stage. after you finished recording a video, you tried tossing it back to them and ended up accidentally hitting a world famous f1 driver in the face

♥ smau - none of the pictures are mine - face claim: alexa demie

♥ warnings: swearing, blood, accidental violence lol !!!

♥ a/n: if I had a nickel for every time I wrote a fanfic about finding love by getting hit in the face with object I'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice. + ignore spelling errors in my Spanish please some of it autocorrected lol

♥ masterlist

You turned your back towards the crowd as people cheered. You raised the phone in your hand up high to get as many people in the video as possible. After you ended the recording, you clicked the phone off and tried tossing it back to the original fan that threw it on stage.

There was an audible gasp from the crowd around the barricades as the phone hit a man's face. You covered your gaping mouth with your hand as you realized what you'd just done.

Your jaw was still dropped as you tried to speak.

"¿Estás bien?" you questioned.

(are you okay?)

You panicked internally as you tried to think of what to do.

"Can we get him some help?" you said, turning your gaze towards a few security guards.

"Todo el mundo por favor retroceda."

(everyone please stand back)

Security walked the man and his party out of the stadium rendering you absolutely speechless.

"Uhm," you said into the mic. "Did you get your phone back?" you asked the initial fan with an embarrassed expression.

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landonorris aftermath

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yourusername IM SO SORRY I HOPE YOU'RE DOING OK

user6 HOW HARD DID SHE THROW THAT PHONE 😭😭😭

user9 miss girl can THROWWW

user1 y/n l/n baseball career when?

user7 girl needs to be pitching for the red sox, fuck 😭

user5 I feel so bad for laughing so hard

user10 the piss poor bandages on his nose-

user4 why is there so much blood holy shit

user12 didn't know Lando was a fan of her

user14 pretty sure Carlos dragged him to her concert lol

user2 not his friends laughing at him 💀

user18 someone drop the video

user16 is he okay?!?!

user17 meet cute 😍

user1 WHY IS THIS IS SO FUNNY

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yourusername safe to say he forgave me

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user7 STUNNER

user1 you can throw a phone at my face any time 🤷‍♀️

user6 LANDO NOWINS NO MORE

user9 I will never get over this 😭

user18 it was just an inchident

user16 wait she wasn't wearing that while she was there??

user19 pretty sure that was a pic of her at whatever after parties they went to lol

user14 Florida nights are cold as fuck

user4 do you think Carlos is jealous of all the attention Lando is getting from her

user2 the poly fics write themselves

user10 oh my god YESSS!!!

user50 why does f1 invite celebrities that know nothing about the sport???

user12 not her wearing landos merch

user3 im sure he made her wear it lmaoo

user5 LANDO'S FIRST WIN

user17 P1 LETS FUCKING GO

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-A Few Months Later-

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carlossainz55 and this was the same guy who was complaining about going to her concert a few months ago

landonorris if I remember correctly that concert ended pretty badly for me

user12 you got a girlfriend out of it I’d call that a win

user40 @/user12 they're not dating ???

user10 find someone who smiles at you the way they smile at each other

user9 they’re so cute

user3 don’t be shy drop the picture(s) he took of her

user7 I need him I fear

user8 📱👃

user1 hes so cute

user13 just date already

user15 you're so pretty

user17 I will literally never forget her breaking his nose lmaooo

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yourusername my new single "encontrar tu media naranja" is out now 🧡

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user8 ok but why does the guy in the music video look like lando...

user7 oh my god

user13 I see the vision

user9 YOURE ONTO SOMETHING

user1 Kali Uchis collab when?

user12 literally begging for a song with her, kali, and peso pluma

user3 orange sodas >>>

user24 📱👃

user11 this song is so good 🧡

user18 who's the guy in the mv???

user19 shes gorgeous

user17 I love her

user25 wait this is the singer that broke lando's nose

user5 🧡🧡🧡

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yourusername encontré a mi otra mitad

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landonorris te amo querida 🧡

yourusername 🧡

user5 bro's adorable

user2 encontrar tu media naranja? more like econtrar tu media papaya

user1 that's an interesting angle

user9 Lando still doesn't know how to make a heart with his hands lmao 😭

user7 I FUCKING KNEW IT !!!

user11 YESSS

user14 and now they're married with five kids

user18 mom and dad

carlossainz55 formally known as lando "who's y/n?"Norris

landonorris ive grown since then

user12 fuck Romeo and Juliet I want what they have

user6 so the song WAS about lando

user8 and it all started with a phone 📱

user10 I'm tearing up

[rpfshippingpolls]

⚠️ DON’T START DISCOURSE ABOUT RPF IN THE NOTES!! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED IF YOU DO SO ⚠️

Do you ship it?

Reason:

“I don't even like the Beatles but everything ive heard about them is crazy”

[dominterlude]

how about then

pairing: arthur hill x fem!reader

summary: an insecure admirer with not-so-discreet habits and a pretty barista who he doesn’t realise notices most of his visits.

cw: stalker-ish tendencies, fear of rejection, self-conscious thoughts, second-hand embarrassment. no use of y/n, lowercase intended.

word count: 1.7k

he watches, unashamed, yet teetering on the edge of not wanting to be seen.

welcoming eyes as you greet each customer, a peek at the pink of your tongue as you cautiously try to pronounce names you’re unfamiliar with, soft smiles on the curve on your lips when you ask them to take a seat until their order is ready. almost everyday, it’s the same.

arthur sits alone, illuminated by the bright light of his open laptop screen, surrounded by remnants of food belonging to whoever sat down before him. today it’s a half-drank camomile tea, crumbs of a pastry flaked on the coffee table instead of the dark green plate it was served on, and the smallest jar of honey. he hasn’t ordered yet.

he rarely ever orders.

opting to exist amongst the casual murmur of blurred conversation flickering in the background of the obvious humming from the espresso machine and occasional clinks of silverware. the sound of ceramic smashing is out of place in the familiarity of the café.

he jumps slightly on the worn, cherry red sofa, his stare moves from the softness of your lips, to the sudden shock in your wide eyes, and then to the homemade mug lying on the tiled floor in a disarray of pieces. it’s silent for a moment, everyone glancing to the source of the noise, before immersing themselves back into whatever they were doing.

you look around, embarrassed that you’d been spotted knelt down in the midst of the shards, but grateful that no one’s wandering eyes have stuck on you. then they meet his and your face warms, turning the same colour as the sofa he hasn’t moved from.

he looks away like he hasn’t already been caught.

his gaze shifts to his screen for the first time since he’s sat down, feigning oblivion, but his own face is burning. reminded of the day his earphones disconnected and everyone heard. regardless, you don’t know what he’s thinking and the snippet of the song you picked up hasn’t left your memory.

you gather the pieces, careful not to pierce your skin with the jagged edges of the shattered ceramic. you’re used to the occasional accident, and maybe the feeling of his eyes on you, but not when you know he’s trying not to look.

you stand up, brushing off the dust of sugar from your apron and make your way to the counter, trying to ignore the heat in your cheeks. your mind races with the possibilities of what he might think. you’ve never exchanged more than a few words, but you’re left reeling from the clumsiness.

the café’s buzz is usually a form of comfort, but today it feels like it’s wrapping too tightly around you, suffocating any attempts at ease. you take a deep breath and force another smile, hoping to convince yourself more than anyone else that you’re fine.

you’re not all that surprised that lina, your co-worker and friend, can see right through it.

“another day, some more shy guy?” she says with a knowing smirk and a sideways glance, typing in the customer’s total on the coffee shop’s card machine.

you roll your eyes at her playfully, trying to shrug it off as you toss the broken mug into the bin. “ what are you talking about?” you ask, feigning ignorance.

lina’s smirk widens. “oh come off it, i’ve seen the way you blush every time he walks in. you think i’m blind?”

you laugh. a bit too loudly, and unfortunately unconvincingly, busying yourself with wiping down the counter. “i don’t know what you’re talking about, i’m just doing my job.”

she arches an eyebrow, but lets it go, turning back to the customer with a professional smile. as they leave, she leans closer to you. “i’m just saying, maybe you should talk to him, or at least serve him something other than the usual eye candy and awkward glances. he’s obviously into you, and you can’t tell me you don’t feel the same way. that blush gives you away every time.”

you feel the heat she’s referring to rise again, and you can’t argue with her. she’s known you since school, and she’s always had a knack for reading you like an open book. but talking to him? that’s easier said than done. you’ve built this invisible barricade around the both of you, a silent dance of glances and unspoken curiosity, one you’re afraid of bulldozing through with the wrong thing.

you start to shake your head again, parting your lips, but before you can get a word out lina’s already began. “if you don’t want to listen to what i’m trying to tell you, i can’t make you. but make me a promise, alright?”

her eyes are so intense, so serious, that you nod without really understanding what you’re agreeing to. “what?” you ask, curiosity piqued despite your skepticism.

lina’s grin is swift and mischievous. “promise me you’ll finally talk to him before he leaves today. ask him his name, or what he’s working on, or why he’s always here when you are. anything, just break the weird-awkward tension you guys have going on, okay?”

you sigh, feeling the weight of her stare. she’s relentless when she’s made up her mind about something. “fine, i’ll try,” you concede, hoping she’ll drop it.

lina’s eyes light up with excitement. “yes, you will!” she says, clapping her hands together. “and i’m going to hold you to that promise because i’ve got to head out, so it’s just you and him for closing tonight. no excuses!” she winks before undoing her apron and disappearing through the back door, leaving you alone with your nerves and your jaw slack.

she was right. it was just you and him for closing. the last of the customers leaving close to an hour ago once you’d flipped the sign hanging on the door.

just you and him. him hitting keys on his laptop and oblivious to set of eyes on him that would stray if he looked up. the light of his screen reflecting off his skin, highlighting the length of his fringe and strands of hair that poked at his eyebrows. you wondered what he saw when he looked at you, something pretty enough to make him stay?

his posture was rigid, slumped over the keyboard like he was about to fall asleep. lina’s words kept replaying in your head at the sight, stuck in your own mind like the residue of a spilled sugary drink on the countertop.

you took a deep breath, trying to swallow any reservation you held that what you were thinking about may go south and replace it with something positive — you might finally learn the hazel-eyed stranger’s name.

“hi, sorry, but we’re closing soon,” you started, an apologetic smile curving your lips. a slightly damp cloth in your hand and your other adjusting the notepad in your waist band, “is there anything else i can get you before..” you trailed off, entirely too distracted by how intensely he was staring at you. unexpected and unwavering.

he shook his head, waves of hair shaking like his nerves, clammy palms wiped on the thigh of his trousers. “uh- no. i think i’m set.”

if you thought you were disappointed with his answer, you deflated at how quickly he shut his laptop. you nodded, dejectedly, offering one last smile that didn’t reach your eyes and turned. silently criticising the tone of your voice, speed of your speech and about everything else you could nit pick.

your steps were light, but they felt as if you were being weighed down by every single thread of rejection that had stitched you into a version of yourself that shook at the first shake of someone’s head. you sighed, removing the last of the food from the glass display case and decided to try again.

“are you sure? if not, these will just go to waste and not to brag or anything, but these are our best.”

“how is that bragging?”

“i made them!” you informed defensively.

he laughed, eyes bright. “well, in that case-“

you cheer excitedly, clapping your hands underneath your chin. placing the dessert you’d perfected into a small to-go box, “so, what are you always working on?”

he looked taken aback at your question, stuttering out a ramble of words into a sentence that you didn’t think made any sense. you’d noticed his presence before today and now it was his turn to turn cherry red. “i make music.”

“oh?“ it’s all you pick up as you abandon the tongs on your worktop. “are you a dj?”

“god, no!” he laughs again, disbelief bleeding through his bashful attempt at telling you about his work. “i guess it’s more like pop, but not really.”

your eyes widen, “no way! is it serious? your livelihood depending on it type of stuff?”

“sort of.” he shrugs half-heartedly, diverting his attention to the curled corners of peeling stickers on his closed laptop, and you decide not to ask anymore questions. confusing his inability to answer honestly with discomfort. you’re mentally scolding yourself for being the cause while arthur’s wondering if being a content creator is as off-putting as it sounds in his head. “can i get a drink too?”

“i thought you didn’t want anything.” it’s light-hearted, teasing. something so fittingly sweet it’s almost sickly when he blushes again.

“might as well,” he reasons when he gives his order, not that you minded. it’s more money for the cafe — not that you’ll end up charging him — and selfishly, an excuse for him to stay maybe two or three minutes more.

you agree and as your about to reach for a disposable cup, you pause. “iced?”

he hasn’t made the connection that you have, absentmindedly bobbing his head in tune of the tick of the clock on the far wall. admiring you as you work.

you’re reluctant to maintain the speed you’re used to. dragging out the seconds left until his drink is finished and he can finally leave. hoping he doesn’t notice your hesitance at every step, dreading that you’re at the last one when you uncap the marker.

then he’s at the counter and out the door with the exchange of a smile, the graze and burn of your skin against his now ink stained fingertips. smudged numbers and a name branding the transparent plastic and his mind.

you suppose you did learn his name.

[hes-the-muse]

Author's note: This is a reblog of my old fics to @hes-the-muse from when I didn't have my writing blogs figured out and when I first started writing. I might be reposting my own fics to @hes-the-muse from @thexhostess.

Untitled - Part 1

Brandon Boyd X Reader

Words: 1,249

Rating: ☑☐☐ = fluffy

Tags: @olyvoyl @fineanddandy

The Incubus show was about to start in two hours but you have no ticket. Your thoughts are screaming, you won’t get in. You’ve arrived alone, and your only hope is to find a person with spares, or a scalper as a last resort. A guy is hanging around near the entrance to the venue and you approach him. He’s trying to re-sell for tonight so you decide to chance it. You begin enquiring and he starts to explain that he already sold to one other person, but no one else wants to buy from him, yet swears he’s legit. He’s nervously going round in circles. His repetition tells you this is a bad idea and you decide to leave it.

You walk out into the open plaza in front of the venue and look for anyone who might look like they are advertising selling spares. A couple of women say they are, and you specify you need a standing ticket. Almost relieved you ask to pay right then and there but the woman tells you there’s a que. You look around and there are about seven people waiting to purchase from her. You’ve also just missed the other seller’s ticket, as she calls across saying she has none for tonight’s show. So now because of your lack of focus, you’ve probably missed out on all the unclaimed tickets. Disbelieving you messed up this badly, it takes a while but you begin to accept your shortcomings and that there’s no way you will be going to the show.

Deciding to hang around until the end of the show anyway, you opt for dinner alone at one of the places nearby. Might as well and make the most of the evening here, then perhaps if you feel up to it, you can wait by the tour buses for a chance to meet Brandon as he is nice enough to wait up and take photos with fans most nights on tour.

After a purposefully drawn out dinner and lone cocktails, you freshen up your makeup in the ladies bathroom. If not for yourself...if not now, when?

Resuming your place at your table, you complete some work related tasks on your phone. After about a half hour, a final sip of your drink ends your time here as it’s getting late and you want to check out the venue for any band members, namely Boyd.

Walking slowly out of the pub opposite the venue, nonchalant as you have no real hope to see anyone. You’ve already missed the show and that was gutting enough. Your phone disturbs as you walk through the square. You take the call as you find a bench to perch on. You’re done with the call in ten minutes and you rummage with your purse putting your valuables away to get ready to set off again.

It’s dark now with only street lamps to illuminate the area, the lights from the pubs and restaurants across the street you’ve walked from and the spotlights in the perimeter of the paved square. A concert goer is sitting on a bench to your right, maybe ten metres away. He’s dimly lit but you can make out his mustard yellow Converse in the dark. At least you won’t be waiting alone around here, other fans will be hanging around too soon enough, as the initial crowd rush has subsided.

No longer paying attention, you are focused on putting your phone away into your bag, just as you turn back you see the yellow converse standing near you. Assuming the fan wants to chat, you feel relief that actually, you won’t have to keep to yourself and it won’t be so boring. By the time you look up to meet the guy’s gaze, your stomach is already in acrobatics mode. You don’t show it and remain calm. It’s him standing there.

‘Hello, are you ok?’ he says.

You try to pretend you’ve never seen him before. He’s waiting and you’re not replying.

Do I ask what he’s doing here? That would be rude and I would look disingenuous. Can’t say that I didn’t expect to see him.

’I’m ok thank you.’ Embarrassed at the blandness of your own response you add, ‘How was the concert?’

I’m sure he knows you’re a fan if you are hanging by the venue right now and probably trying to meet him, it’s best to be upfront.

‘I wouldn’t be a good judge of that, you were not there?’ he asks.

‘No..unfortunately I couldn’t get a ticket in time, I tried to get in but...no luck’ you say.

He hesitates briefly, ‘What’s your name? I’m Brandon.’

You smile , ‘Hi Brandon, I’m Y/N.’

You notice his eyes reflect the lights around you. There’s kindness and concern in his eyes too. Butterflies start flying.

‘Y/N, Where are you headed, can I give you a ride?’

The shock and the butterflies are starting to do a number on you. ‘A ride? Wait..aren’t you going back to your bus now for the next show..and the fans are hanging around there I’m sure?’

‘I’ve been rushed by them already, so not feeling like hanging out tonight, not the most respectful crowd..’

‘That sucks, sorry.’ you apologise on behalf of all fans.

‘Don’t apologise, I’d rather be here than there,..you haven’t rushed me. Came here to get away and saw you..’ those brown eyes are killing you. You can hardly believe what he’s saying. You look him in the eye and you both hesitate.

‘What made you come over?’ you feel a bit bold, but keep a neutral tone and keep the eye contact.

‘I got a different vibe from you.’ He holds out his arm to you.

Trying not to instantly reach for his hand, you take too long and he carefully takes your hand pulling you up from your seat. Face to face you’re as tall as him at 5’10 and it feels weirdly intimate standing here like this. He’s silent.

‘..oh and I don’t need to be anywhere... live close enough so don’t worry about the ride. Thank you so much though.’

He smiles, ‘You’re welcome, I’m glad you don’t have to be anywhere. D’ya want to hang out for a while, the others will be on the bus too.’ He reassures.

No more polite declines as you give in, smiling ‘I’d like that.’

Walking side by side, from the corner of your eye you see he’s watching you. When you get near the tour buses, Brandon weaves you towards them, past fans, quickly and at enough distance so they don’t notice or bother you.

You reach the bus and stop at the sliding door. He unlocks the door, opens it for you and guides you in, ever so lightly placing his hand on the small of your back. Locking it behind him, he climbs the step up to you. It’s a cozy space, with a central isle and sleeping quarters divided by screens. He walks you through, past the bunk beds, where the space opens up to plush sofas wrapped around three walls. There are 30’s style wall sconces. Windows are covered and the place is like a comfort cocoon. There’s a traditional patterned rug in the centre of the room in gold and burgundy shades. The lights are dim, relaxed and golden warm here.

He breaks the silence and says, ‘Plus I came over because you’re beautiful.’ Your stomach truly flips out when you hear him say it.

[miss-fortune16]

I told myself I'd get a break now that season is over but all I do is listen to 2000-ish Reik and Camila songs and think of them

[samanddean76]

A Fistful Of Sammy's

An ancient grimoire has been searching for the man that is destined to wield it for the good of all.  With the power that was imbued upon it, Lux gained sentience and hid herself away, appearing as nothing more than a smoothly polished rock.  Now she waits.  The problem?  The Stanford-Era Sam Winchester that the grimoire meets is not the only Sam searching for it.  And thanks to a little time travel the list of those seeking her is growing longer by the minute.  Once Soulless Sam and Demon Dean are added into the mix?  Things start to go sideways.  But then a couple of Hollywood actors trapped in Canada, who happen to look just like them and know everything about them, turn out to be crucial to Sam and Dean being able to save the day. 

Will an Apocalypse World Bobby (no, not that one) and a battle ravaged Castiel help or hinder?  Will the all-too helpful Gabriel guide Sam to the truth, or lead him astray?  And will Sam ever get the happy ending he so desperately deserves? 

Come along on a wild ride, with Metallica as the soundtrack, and an ending that hinges on one impossible choice.

Fandoms: Supernatural and Supernatural RPF

Rated: Explicit | Word Count: 44,276

This is what happens when you have four Sam's, four Dean's, two Castiel's, two Jared and Jensen's, one Gabriel, one John, and one Jack in the same story.

Pairings: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Demon Dean/Soulless Sam, Sam Winchester/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, John Winchester/Sam Winchester

Major Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Additional Tags: AU, Time Travel, Will Reference Events From All Seasons Plus Prior To Series, Jared & Jensen from Season 6 - The French Mistake, Stanford Era Sam, Dean, & John, Soulless Sam, Demon Dean, Rape/Non-Con Elements, Dubious Consent, Non-Graphic Violence, Unorthodox Demon Healing, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sam & Dean Being The Best Of Brothers, Castiel Gets A Power Up, Sam Gets A Power Up, An OC For The Ages, Literally

Chapter One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight on AO3

Hey! How about we turn it into The Samstraveganza Verse? Mmmm, okay, I'm sold.

Tell Me Something I Don't Know - Soulless Sam/Demon Dean one-shot on AO3

Art Post on Tumblr | Art Post on AO3

@xpurdyglambertx @wipbigbang

Excerpt from Chapter Six under the break....

Sam could see himself through Dean’s eyes.  From the moment he was the baby lying in the maternity ward.  Later when he played in his crib in the nursery of his only real home.  How scared Dean felt as he raced out the front door with his little Sammy held tight.  Through more dingy motel rooms and abandoned houses than either of them ever wanted to think about.  On the first day of middle school, when Sam had been so scared, Dean had looked down at him with pride, assuring his kid brother that he was going to be better than any of his classmates.  Helping Sam to get ready for his first dance, pinning on the boutonniere that he had stolen from the flower shop.  Wishing how it would have been him to escort his Sammy. 

“I would have danced with you, at least once.  Spun my big brother around the floor.”  The words echoed across his mind, and when Dean tried to deepen the kiss that they were sharing, Sam knew that he’d heard it, and shared the sentiment.  He thrust harder into the willing flesh before him, finding untold joy as each thrust was matched by Dean pushing back with his own hips.  Trying to help Sam sink in even deeper. 

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

@jacklesversebingo Square filled: First Date

Rated: E

Word Count: 9,495

Chapters: 10

Relationships: Actor!Jensen Ackles/Guest Star! Female!Reader

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, implied Bob Singer, Supernatural (TV) Crew (implied), Reader, Reader’s Best Friend’s Spouse, Reader’s best friend, Richard Speight Jr. (implied)

Major Tags: Alternate Universe: Season/Series 15, Canon Divergent, Awkward Flirting, Jewish Reader, Jewish Misha Collins, Reader is a Fan of Supernatural, Author Knows Little About Canada, Author Regrets Nothing, Betaed, Reader is Kinky, Dom/Sub Undertones, Light Masochism, Light Bondage, P in V sex (wrap it up, kiddos),

A/N: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION! Jensen Ackles has NOT or EVER been married in this work of fiction. Jared Padalecki is married to Gen and has kids. Misha Collins is divorced with his two kids. With the show in production, all three live in Canada.

Summary: You are a guest start in season 15 on your favorite tv show, Supernatural, with production in Canada.

While in the show you’re playing a bad guy that is really a good guy but due to actions Castiel and Dean have taken, you’re having issues with your duties despite your romantic interest in Sam.

Outside of the show, Misha and you have just clicked as practically instant best friends and Jared has been teasing you think you have a crush on Misha when it’s really Jensen you’re crushing over and (awkwardly) flirting with.

[jolteonmchale]

[chandelier-s-notebook]

Day Six of @zazuprompts September 2024: Sit

Fumes That Trail Along The Sky (5/13 in series)

3.0k, Past-Lestappen but this is Pierre & Charles, Rating: G

Fame isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be, Charles has learnt. Fame isn’t about the art, or the fans, nor the music, or the muses. Fame, Charles has come to find out, it is about paperwork, and pressure. Pressure Charles is crumbling under after five successful studio albums, and five equally gigantic world tours. At the end of this tour, Charles gathers the band for one last round of drinks. Alex, George, Lewis, Charles, and Pierre raise their glasses to the sky. They toast to a tour well done, and wish good luck to Charles in rediscovering his muses.

[giulyaroque]

I want to shipp Mylène Farmer with someone to write fics 😭

(even if I already writing some crack fic w/ Jane Birkin and Françoise Hardy isn't the same)

Update: Ok nevermind, I finally found someone!

[hes-the-muse]

Muse - Will Gould (CREEPER)

💜 Will Gould (Creeper) 💜

Dead Inside but still alive.

(A Bitter Heart) Under Your Control

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⚠️ DON’T START DISCOURSE ABOUT RPF IN THE NOTES!! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED IF YOU DO SO ⚠️

Do you ship it?

Reason:

“Wore eachother’s clothes on multiple occasions. The way they looked at eachother on stage. George’s obsession with Bob (he’d hide in bushes and record him, as an example…), them singing together (see: Peggy Sue), Concert for Bangladesh, “I’d Have You Anytime”,, etc… Plus old man RPF if you’re into that with the Traveling Wilburys. The way they LOOK at eachother. It’s everything”

Submitted by @crackerboxpal

[drive]

I think some of you are just drawing misha collins and jensen ackles in supernatural cosplay

[hes-the-muse]

Author's note: This is a reblog of my old fics to @hes-the-muse from when I didn't have my writing blogs figured out and when I first started writing. I might be reposting my own fics to @hes-the-muse from @thexhostess.

| PART 1 | Under Your Control

A Bitter Heart | Under Your Control | A CREEPER fanfiction

''I feel contained under your control, in your black lipstick and the soul you stole. Girl give in, let desire take hold.''

''Take me now while the Gods can't hear us.''

''Midnight belongs to you and me baby, in the bedroom in the dark right next to me, and every time we touch I fall apart.''

-Midnight

Will Gould X F!READER

Song: Creeper - Midnight

Words in italics are 'Midnight' lyrics used as dialogue.

Rating: ☑☑☑ = nsfw 18+ 🖤 🖤 🖤

Notes: For her, you know who you are.

Words: 793

Tags: @nixieteeth

Waxy black slipping over Will's shoulder. Glistening from the light of the moon. Shimmering ripples bounce up over his pale moonlit skin. You pull him against your chest and tuck your chin over his hair. Cloudy eyes looking up at your from under soaking slicked black hair. Midnight stricken, lust driven Will is looking up at your through his sultry contacts. The precision of his gaze is not clear and the darkness in his eyes is guarded from you. You feel his fingertips pressing into your skin from underneath the water's surface. He clings to your back and pushes his fingers to your waist, moves them down to your panty line. Pushes them further under the water, and towards the slick he can find under all that cold depth.

You push his hands away for a moment.

'Let me.' he asks. You can feel him melting in the ocean of need. 'Girl, give in let desire take hold.'

'Ohh boy, don't you look at me that way.'

You pull Will by the collar you contained him in, you unwrap the wet leather clinging to his frame, pull him up by his shoulder towards you.

His eyes are glowing behind his cloudy haze, black eyeliner and rusty eyeshadow melting over his stupidly high cheekbones, moonlight bouncing off them reflecting directly into your soul like a razor edge.

He stares at you with his intense eyes, his beautiful pallid face, dripping wet lips slightly parted he leans into you. Dripping water on your bottom lip ,spilling lust onto your tongue he laps at your mouth trying to connect his face with yours further.

You don't let him. You cut off the kiss midway. You whisper in his ear. 'Don't you dare rush. We have all night.'

He blinks and stares, waiting. He moves your hand towards the metal ring on his black collar. Guiding you to pull him your way. Holding your hand in place, waiting for you to guide him. Hooking your index finger through the ring, you pull Will by the neck, out of the pool, out of the garden and into the house.

Standing Will in front of you, in the dark in your bedroom his arms are not restrained but he has been a very well behaved boy.

'Will..you have been sooo good, so patient. I need you to tell me...'

Will kneels down and places his hands to rest on the sides of your hips. he looks up from down on his knees, up into your eyes. He waits.

'Will.. I need you to tell me how you feel right now.' You run your fingers over his hair, tracing over his cheeks. He has a puppy dog look to him right now.

Deliciously helpless and in his own words he says, 'I feel contained under your control.'

'That's a good boy.' You tell him. 'Get up!'

Abruptly tugging at the ring, he jolts up from his knees. Will is in his tight black wet jeans, no shirt, wet hair, smudged eye makeup.

'Take off your jeans.' You tell him quietly.

He looks at you through his hair, chin tucked to his chest, a sexy smoulder enveloping his face. He starts to unbutton his jeans as you watch him from a distance.

'Strip for me Will.' Black boxers tight around his erection Will's hand moves below his waistband, half his hand is buried beneath his boxers. You walk towards him, place your hand on his wrist and push his hand further under. Standing in front of Will, you pull your skirt over your head and slip your black dress off. You are let with black ouverte panties, an under bust bra and a chest harness. Your breasts are cupped and cradled in purple strands of rope.

Will's eyes widen at your reveal. HIs lips fall apart and his hand is starting to move slightly faster. You Close the gap between the two of you, and slide your palm over the back of his hand in his boxers. You mimic his movements as he touches himself, hand resting on his. Cupping his cock. You move his hand out of the way and grab him all to yourself.

You hook your hand over his waistband, fingertips grazing against the soft pale skin on his stomach right next to his hipbones. You drag your fingers tips over and past his hipbones taking off his boxers and dropping them to the floor.

'Will..' you get down on your knees and look up at him with a sultry stare. He looks down at you, eyes deep set, the angle of his face is devastating to you. His symmetrical jaw and wide jutting cheekbones are haunting your every thought and dream.

'Will.. I need to suck your cock.'

'So hold me like a gun with the safety off, squeeze the handle firm and the trigger soft'

'Such a bitter heart'

Credit: @firefly-graphics dividers : x x x x

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The Prophecy (SMAU ft. Lando Norris) Part I

pairing: lando norris x singer!reader (y/n)

summary: what happens after the break-up that noone saw coming? as Y/N L/N gears up to release her next album, each song reveals a little bit of the past, present and future of her relationship with Lando Norris. Inspired by a curated playlist built around "The Prophecy". note: this is RPF and is obviously in no way, shape, or form reflective of real persons. Also, this story is angsty with a happy ending - it does not contain any smut or suggestive themes. [A/N: This is my first SMAU and hooooooly shit did I totally underestimate how much work it is, and how things work within Tumblr to make it look alright. If you have any tips, let me know lol. I had to split it up in pieces, but i've got all the content written out already, so will be updated soon with the next part!]

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December, 2025

February, 2026

[Excerpt from red carpet interview at the Grammy's with Y/N]

How are you feeling tonight? You're up for 3 awards, one of them Album of the Year for All I Ever Needed - that's huge!

"It's so overwhelming, to be honest."

Even when you've gone through this experience before? This is your fourth time attending, second time as nominee.

"Yeah, maybe even more so! It's a great chance to hang out with friends and meet new people, but it's also really prestigious still. Being nominated - I try to act like it doesn't matter, because awards always involve politics too - but at the end of the day, you do want it."

And who're you most looking forward to seeing tonight?

"Honestly? I came alone tonight, so I can't wait to find Sabrina [Carpenter] and Jade. I'm gonna need my girls."

Your friend Miley is also up for an award tonight in the same category, what's that like?

"Ha, if the Grammy's do the right thing tonight she'll win it - I know I voted for her!"

You'll also be performing one of your songs - Ruin My Life, can you tell us a bit about what to expect?

"I really wanted this to be visually interesting, but it took me a while to get the right concept for it. I think it's because to me this album and song already feel sort of far removed, and lived in? I'm in a different phase of my life right now, so I had to find a new way to still connet to it. I was really grateful to work with a great art director to bring a different version to the stage."

March, 2026

July, 2026

[SkyNews excerpt]

Lando Norris wins Silverstone GP, dedicates his 20th podium win to his family

The man of the hour is none other than Lando Norris, who’s just gone on to claim his 20th victory at his home race. You’re reading that right, his home race! While he still owns his apartment in Monaco, Norris revealed today that he’s been living back in England for the past few months. “I just wasn’t in the right headspace anymore and wanted to live closer to my family. Especially now that my brother’s kids are growing up, I just like knowing I could drive over – rather than having to fly across countries.”

Speaking on the importance of his family being present, Norris shared that it means everything to him. “In this sport you need to have skill, talent, trust and investment from your team, but also you need that stable sense of safety from the people you love. If your mindset isn’t there, you can’t be competitive.”

Norris has been vocal about mental health in the past, and has advocated for more access to mental healthcare facilities and professionals across motorsport.

“Especially in tougher years where there’s just a lot of noise and turmoil, it’s nice to have a professional coach you to mental fitness as well.”

It was the only notable reference to Norris’ private life, which ended on a low note last year after splitting from long-time girlfriend y/n l/n. The two were originally thought to have had an amicable split, but recent reports hint at a different story, with Norris unfollowing his ex and her friends unfollowing him in return.

August, 2026

September, 2026

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Part II can be read here! likes, comments, reblogs are always very much appreciated ♥