#toro: hey that's my thing

[talkdutchtome]

You Should Have Said No

chapter seven - enchanted

pairing . . . max verstappen x reader / pierre gasly x reader )

summary . . . when your fiancé cheats on you, you strike up an unusual friendship with one of his closest friends, who just so happens to have had a crush on you since he set eyes on you. chaos ensues.

inspired by the works of miss taylor swift )

genre . . . angst )

song . . . enchanted - taylor swift )

warning . . . cheating, mental illness, angst, eventual smut, poorly translated french and dutch, swearing, mention of parent loss, emotionally abusive parent, slight social media au, kendall jenner as fc (potentially more i’ll add as i go along)

a/n . . . so i took a bit of a hiatus, but upon returing i found i had written this chapter months ago and for some reason never published it, so here it is, more to come in the coming days )

Max Verstappen was usually a picture of confidence, there was very little that made him nervous; after all he spent his life driving at 200 miles an hour. Max was consistently cool, calm and collected no matter what he was doing, that’s just who he was. But as he stood in front of your apartment door, he felt a chill of uncertainty deep within. He had rehearsed his words a thousand times, but now, as he prepared to knock on the door, all eloquence seemed to escape him. Could he do this? Should he do this? Even though his friendship with you was still fresh, it had come to mean a lot to him, and if he did what he wanted to do, he was well aware that he could lose the newfound friendship. “It’s now or never” he spoke out loud to himself before finally gathering the courage to knock on the door. When the door swung open, revealing you stood there in your pajamas holding a rather large glass of wine, Max couldn’t help but second guess whether he should be doing this.  

“Hey Max, I-” you started, trying to find a way to apologize for kissing him and then completely ghosting him immediately following the kiss, but was interrupted by the Dutchman’s voice cutting through. 

“Wait, Y/N. Just let me get this out” His words hung in the air, heavy with anticipation, and you watched as he took a deep breath to steady himself. It was evident in the way his hands trembled that this was not an easy moment for him. Despite his anxiety, Max looked directly into your eyes, his sincerity shining through. 

“30th of September 2017. That is the day that you and I met, I remember it like it was yesterday. Pierre and I knew each other from karting but when he got his seat at Toro Rosso, and you came with him to the Malaysian GP, we met each other for the first time. When I saw you for the first time, I thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life, and when I got to know you, I realized that not only were you the most beautiful girl, but you were also the kindest and funniest girl too. But you were with Pierre.”  

For a second Max stopped, wondering if it was too late to run away and pretend that this never happened. He couldn’t bring himself to look you in the eye, afraid of what he would see. You were frozen, slowly taking in every word he said.  

“You were with Pierre, and I knew I needed to respect that. So, I ignored everything I knew I felt for you. I kept you at arms length as nothing more than Pierre’s girlfriend because I knew the more I got to know you to harder it would be to ignore how I felt. And I was right; because as I've spent more time with you, it’s made it impossible for me to pretend that this isn't how I feel. I know this is selfish of me, I know that the last thing you need right now is me making things more complicated for you after everything you’ve been through, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that kiss. I can’t pretend anymore. You deserve so much more than how Pierre has treated you.” 

Max's confession hung in the air, and as he finally looked into your eyes for the first time since he started speaking, his own were filled with trepidation. He feared that he might see disgust or anger in your expression, but what he found instead was a bewildered look, a mix of surprise and confusion. For a moment, silence prevailed as you tried to process the whirlwind of emotions that his words had stirred within you. Max, sensing your confusion, stammered out an apology. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I shouldn't have put you in this position." He took a step back, as if ready to retreat and give you space to collect your thoughts. "If you want me to go, just say the word." 

You shook your head, still unable to find the right words. "No, Max, please stay," you finally managed to say softly. "I just need a moment to process all of this." You motioned for him to come back inside, and as he entered your home, the air was filled with a sense of uncertainty.  

Max stood there, his gaze locked onto yours, and it was clear that he was waiting anxiously to hear what you had to say. You could see the nervous anticipation in his eyes, the way his fingers slightly trembled. It wasn't just your feelings that were in turmoil; Max's emotions were on display as well. 

"Max," you began again, your voice wavering with raw honesty, "I would be lying if I said that I didn’t feel anything for you. But I’m just so confused." Your gaze dropped to the ground for a moment before returning to meet his earnest eyes. "I met Pierre when I was 13 and we’ve been together since, he was my first and only everything. So even though he hurt me more than I knew was possible, those feelings don’t just disappear” 

You continued, trying to express the jumble of emotions swirling within you. "I like you, a lot. And the time we’ve spent together has been great, but I'm in a place where I have no idea what's going to happen with Pierre. It wouldn't be fair for me to lead you on when I'm still grappling with my own emotions." 

Max nodded, his understanding gaze unwavering. "I get it, Y/N," he replied softly, his voice filled with empathy. "I don't expect you to have all the answers right away, and I don't expect you to suddenly be done with Pierre. But I also don't want to give up on the potential of what we might share." He took a deep breath, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "So, if you're willing, could we start by going on a date? No expectations, no pressure. Just two people getting to know each other better." 

Your heart swelled with a mix of emotions, but you needed to make sure he understood the complexity of your situation. You searched his eyes for any signs of hesitation and, finding none, you mustered a small, genuine smile. "Okay, Max," you replied, “If you’re sure you’re okay with me not really knowing what I’m doing, then I’d happily go on a date with you.” 

As Max heard your tentative agreement to go on a date, a radiant smile spread across his face, illuminating his entire expression. It was as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and his eyes sparkled with genuine happiness and relief. His excitement was palpable, and it showed in the way he couldn't contain a small, triumphant chuckle. 

Max's voice, once tinged with nervousness, now carried a buoyant enthusiasm as he said, "Thank you, Y/N. I promise there's no rush, no pressure. We can take things as slow as you need. I'm just grateful for the chance." You truly didn’t know what was going to happen, you liked Max, but you loved Pierre. Things were pretty much as complicated as they could be, but Max had made you feel like it was okay that you were confused, it was okay that you didn’t know what you were doing.  

Content that you had agreed to go on a date, Max stood up to leave and as he reached the door, you noticed a moment of hesitation in his gaze. It was as if he was contemplating something, and for a brief second, you thought he might lean in for a kiss. Your heart raced at the possibility, but then you saw the doubt flicker in his eyes, and his lips curved into a warm, sincere smile. He decided to step closer and envelop you in a gentle hug. 

The embrace was warm and comforting, and as Max held you, you couldn't help but feel a wave of happiness wash over you. There was something undeniably exciting about the prospect of this new chapter, despite the complicated circumstances that had led to it. The mix of emotions that had coursed through you during the day seemed to have settled into a pleasant anticipation. 

As you climbed into bed that night, you were amazed by the unexpected shift in your mood. Instead of feeling worried or stressed about the uncertain future, you were filled with excitement and happiness. Max's genuine interest and the possibilities that lay ahead left you with a sense of hope and a newfound joy that you hadn't anticipated. 

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[r4ikkonen]

Can I request a Fernando x driver!reader where

- they’re teammates and he’s developed feelings for her over the years but was scared of saying anything bcuz he didn’t want to be unprofessional

- Now, she’s retiring from racing and in Abu Dhabi, he DNFs and finally confesses to her over team radio as she crosses the finish line, where it turns out she feels the same way

- she ends up running into Fernando’s arms and they have their first kiss in part ferme🥹

FERNANDO ALONSO X DRIVER/READER

A/N: OMG i love this so much thank you for requesting i hope you will like it. 🤍

tw: Swearing

y/n has been racing for 10 years now and she has decided that it’s time to settle down and start a family, enjoy some time at home.10 years of traveling every week, 10 years of racing,10 years of friendships.A lot of stuff had happened in that time including meeting her best friend Fernando Alonso.They first met back in the Renault when they used to be teammates and now they got to be teammates once again.Ever since the first day that they met they kind of clicked, but both of them felt that dating each other would just seem too unprofessional and they didn’t want to risk it.Abu Dhabi is y/n’s last race, she will be racing for Aston Martin and so is Fernando.

GARAGE

y/n was getting ready to get into the car when she saw Nando sitting across from her.

“Jesus I can’t believe it’s your last race.”Fernando said with a sad smile on his face.He new that he will indeed miss her.Thinking that he will never get a chance to tell her how he’s feeling about her.

“Me too it feels unreal, Feels like yesterday when I first joined Toro Rosso” (y/n’s first F1 team) y/n was tying her shoe laces while answering to Nando.

“Do you think th-“ Fernando was cut off by the Aston Martin mechanic who was in a hurry.

“C’mon guys let’s get moving we need to be on the grid in a minute let’s go!” The mechanic shouted scaring y/n off.Nando just rolled his eyes to this.

RACE

the commentator - “Aaand this evening we have gathered around to witness another Formula 1 race!We are very excited and so is y/n as we have heard!The young female driver would be retiring this season!

Abu Dhabi has a very sketchy circuit which makes it even harder to drive.For some strange reason y/n was very nervous about this race.Maybe it was because it was her last one but maybe it’s just stage fright.The race looked like a circus it was crazy, drivers were fighting over the place.A safety car has been brought in.This circuit was a mess!As y/n was crossing the finish line getting a P2 she heard her engineer shouting in joy.

“LETS GOOOO GUYS GOOD JOB EVERYONE” y/n yelled

“Very well y/n you did amazing!” The engineer said over the radio

“Hey.. hey can you hear me?” y/n asked

“Yes y/n we can hear you good job once again!” the engineer said

“Where is Nando?” y/n asked in panic

“Uhm.. *radio kept lagging* he’s having issues unfortunately he DNF.

“Oh my god is he okay??” y/n said shakingly

“Yes he’s perfectly fine but however the car is a mess” Engineer said

FERNANDO’s POV

I was keeping my distance when Hamilton suddenly crashed right into me which pulled me off the road.Crashing the car into the barrier.

“FUCKING HELL HAMILTON” Nando barked in anger.

“Fernando can you hear me?..” Engineer kept asking

“Yes uhm I’ve crashed, i’m okay but the car is fucked up” Fernando said just sitting in his car

“Alright the team is coming to help you out.”Engineer said

“Where’s y/n?Did she finish?” Fernando asked hopping that the engineer heard him

“Yes y/n is P2!” - Engineer

“Oh that’s great,uhm there’s another thing i’d like to say..” Fernando said almost stuttering

“I know this is being recorded so.. Uhm y/n ever since we first met in the Renault I had this thing for you.I think you’re an amazing person and i’m very glad that I’ve met you.Now when you are retiring and I hope it won’t seem too unprofessional but.. wo- would you be my girlfriend?” Fernando said being sick of himself and the things he had just mumbled.

“Okay we’ll get through her” - Engineer

Y/N’s POV

“y/n did you hear this?” The engineer asked me making sure i’ve just heard every single word of Fernando’s confession.

“Oh.. oh my God.. uh Nando yes NANDO YES I’d love to be your girlfriend!” y/n shouted being incredibly happy right now.

I was looking for him everywhere in the park ferme.He was nowhere to be found.And then I saw a tall figure in a green suit in the back.I ran up to him feeling so happy that he had finally asked me to be his girlfriend.This all felt like a dream, like a beautiful dream.

“FERNANDO!!” Y/n shouted catching the other driver’s attention as she ran up to him.

“Y/n I’m so proud of you!!You did it!You did it!!”Fernando said lifting me in the air.

“Nando.. Nando I love you” Y/n Said hopping that he would kiss her now

“I do so too cariño” Fernando said lowering his voice slowly putting y/n down but grabbing her by her waist to pull her into a kiss.Her eyes went wide, she never felt better.When both of them pulled a part they pressed their foreheads against each other which made them smile.Later on the team had a celebration for y/n’s last race and getting P2.

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[beechersnope]

Summer of Cum Day 31: Free Choice (Squirting)

kimi/max, warnings for age difference, sexualization of a 19yo, rough sex, dyke used as a self-identifier, referenced/endgame maxiel, 2687 words

***

Kimi can see the change as soon as it happens.

She sidles up to Daniel after the driver’s briefing, nodding toward Max knowingly. “Have you finally fucked her?”

Daniel laughs nervously. “Hey, mate, what the fuck?”

He doesn’t answer the question, but it doesn’t matter. He’s already told Kimi everything she needs to know.

Kimi shrugs, tugging the strap of her backpack up a little higher. It’s heavier today. She’d left the track earlier—after seeing Max bounding around the paddock like a giddy puppy—to grab a few necessities from a nearby chemist. “You aren’t together, are you?” she asks. It probably wouldn’t stop her even if they were, but it would make things harder. Probably. Maybe.

Daniel shakes his head fervently. “Nah,” he says, scratching at the back of his neck, looking a bit like a trapped animal as his eyes focus on anything and everything but Kimi’s face. “It’s just—convenient, you know? A bit of fun. We’re both adults—”

Barely, Kimi thinks to herself, even though it’s a little hypocritical. Daniel does seem like the type to lose sleep over it, though.

“Okay,” Kimi says, cutting him off short. She shrugs again and walks off, not interested in exchanging any pleasantries in pursuit of ending the conversation. She got what she wanted from Daniel; now it’s time to go find Max.

Kimi finds her outside the Red Bull garage, just watching the mechanics work. There’s something in her face, a glint of that particular brand of youthful energy that makes even the mundane seem sexually charged. Max’s eyes are focused on their hands. From an objective standpoint, Kimi’s hands don’t look all that different from the veiny, muscular hands of the mechanics taking apart Max’s car.

Max doesn’t look away until Kimi is practically breathing the same air. She looks over quizzically, the few centimeters’ difference in height between them lessened by the way Max holds herself, like she hasn’t decided yet how she wants people to perceive her.

Kimi suspects that if they’d kept her at Toro Rosso any longer, Max would have gone the way of most of the other girls who had almost made it—making herself a perpetually smaller target until she was totally eclipsed by a rookie who never had to make that decision in the first place.

“What?” Max says bluntly, her eyes narrowing as she scans the length of Kimi’s body with a suspicious expression.

Kimi assumes that Max thinks she’s there to chew her out for her overly aggressive driving—again—but this time Kimi has something else in mind. “Come to my motorhome with me,” she says, not bothering to explain her intentions. Max will catch on. Or she won’t.

Either way, Max agrees, following Kimi through the maze of people and equipment until they reach Kimi’s motorhome on the other side of the track. Her eyes follow the movement of Kimi’s fingers as she unlocks the door, a detail which doesn’t go unnoticed by Kimi as she opens it and gestures for Max to proceed inside. Kimi follows close behind, and then turns to carefully lock the door again behind her.

Max’s head is on a swivel as she walks the length of the motorhome with Kimi at her back.

“It can’t be that different to yours,” Kimi points out.

“No, it’s—yeah.” Max blushes a little.

Kimi thinks that’s enough small talk. “You should get on the bed,” she says.

To Max’s credit, she doesn’t seem all that surprised by the request, but it still takes her a moment to make up her mind before she finally walks to the end of the motorhome where Kimi’s bed in tucked into a fairly spacious cubby. It’s enough room to get the job done. Kimi can’t complain.

Max perches nervously at the very end of the bed. Kimi approaches her calmly and uses her knee to spread Max’s legs apart. The nylon fabric of Kimi’s joggers makes a grating noise as it scrapes against Max’s jeans, but they both ignore it.

“Take your clothes off,” Kimi says. She doesn’t like to bother with all the prelude to fucking. It’s better to just get this part over with. She waits until Max is struggling to pull her sports bra over her head before asking the question she should have asked before she’d invited Max inside in the first place. “You let Daniel fuck you last night?”

Max freezes, one tit hanging loose, the other still trapped in a pocket of navy-blue spandex. “Did he—”

“No. But you are not very subtle. Both of you.”

Max blushes again. She fights harder and finally manages to get free of her bra before throwing herself onto her back so she can tackle her jeans next.

“And you were a virgin before that?” Kimi asks next.

Max doesn’t meet her eyes, but there’s a slight hitch in her movements as she kicks off her jeans with a few muted grunts of effort, betraying the fact that Kimi’s question has caught her off-guard. “Yes,” she mumbles.

“Did it hurt?”

“No,” Max replies quickly. Defensively. “He was—it was good.”

“Did you come?”

Max pauses again, her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her underwear. She doesn’t meet Kimi’s eyes as she nods.

“When he went down on you?”

Max nods again. “That was after,” she says in a small voice. “I—before, when he fingered me first.”

Kimi waits until Max gets her panties off—a pair of plain, functional briefs the same color and brand as her sports bra—before asking the next question.

“Did he make you squirt?”

Kimi’s eyes are focused wholly on the pink, puffy labia peeking between Max’s pressed together thighs. She hasn’t shaved, not even for Daniel, it seems, even though it’s far more common with girls Max’s age now than it used to be. But the trimmed hair on her pussy is a lighter shade of blonde than the hair on her head, so it still doesn’t leave much to the imagination.

When Kimi finally lifts her gaze back up to Max’s face, Max’s cheeks are the same shade of red as Kimi’s car.

“I don’t—” Max says, her English finally failing her. “I’ve never—”

Kimi shrugs. “You will.”

Kimi leaves Max there on the bed and retreats into the main living space of the motorhome to get what she needs out of her backpack. There’s a brand-new bottle of lube, a plastic mattress cover, and some vulvodynia cream she’d purchased at the chemist just in case Max needed it, but that seemed unlikely now. She’d packed her toys of choice, also, wanting to be prepared for any eventuality.

Kimi cleans the toys thoroughly and methodically at the sink even though she’s already gone through the more arduous process of disinfecting them earlier, and then folds up everything in a clean towel to carry back to where Max is waiting for her in bed.

Max’s eyes go wide as soon as she sees the circumference of the double dildo lying in the middle of the towel. “I don’t know if I can…” she starts to say, moving out of the way without needing to be asked when Kimi unfolds the mattress cover and spreads it out over everything but the top sheet. “Daniel could barely get it inside last night,” she confesses.

“Daniel doesn’t have a cunt,” Kimi points out. “Lay on your stomach. I’ll stretch you first.”

Max is already wet when she spreads her legs, but not nearly wet enough. Kimi squeezes out a handful of lube and coats the fingers on both hands with it, ignoring the droplets that spill out onto the sheet under Max.

Despite Max’s misgivings about the size of the silicone cock Kimi plans to use on her, she’s still soft and open from the night before, her pussy clinging weakly to Kimi’s fingers as she massages the lube into Max carefully, pressing back toward her perineum and drinking in the quiet little moans that follow.

Kimi fucks Max like that for a while, getting her as wet and loose as possible before pressing in along the anterior wall of her vagina with two more fingers, from her other hand. Kimi pulls gently as Max lets out a stuttering cry, her pussy clenching down futilely around the void created by Kimi’s fingers. Kimi keeps her fingers firmly in place until she feels Max start to relax, and then she slides each hand to either side of her pussy and repeats the process, only pausing every minute or so to reapply more lube before starting all over again.

Max doesn’t come with Kimi’s fingers inside her, but the tiny little bud of her clit, mostly hidden between her swollen labia, is noticeably hard when Kimi brushes a slick thumb over it after rolling Max onto her back.

Max keens, her body jack-knifing in response to that cursory moment of contact, and Kimi almost smiles. That’s part of the fun of fucking girls Max’s age; they haven’t quite figured out what makes their pussies tick.

“Will you tell Daniel that I fucked you?” Kimi wonders as she sits back on her heels and begins slicking up one end of the double-ended dildo.

Max stares at the dildo in a daze. It takes a few seconds for the question to catch up with her. Kimi watches as her spotty teenage cheeks go pink again before she answers. “Yeah, um. He would think it was hot, I think. I do not think he would be upset.”

Kimi doesn’t know if she agrees, but maybe Max hasn’t learned the difference yet between a lesbian porn fantasy and knowing that a dyke has made your girlfriend come so hard she’ll never be able to forget it. And sure, Daniel might be telling everyone (including himself) that he and Max aren’t actually together, but Kimi isn’t stupid, and she isn’t fucking blind, either.

Still. She’s better off fucking Max now, before things have the chance to get any messier.

“Lift up your hips,” Kimi tells Max.

It’s rare to find a girl so willing to let Kimi handle her like she’s a doll, but Max takes direction beautifully. She stares up at Kimi with her wide-set blue eyes, mouth slack, and doesn’t blink even when Kimi starts to slowly push one end of the dildo inside her gaping pussy. Even after the half-hour of lube and stretching, it’s still a tight fit.

“Keep your legs open,” Kimi tells her once she’s fed as much of the dildo into Max as her body can take.

Max shivers slightly, her thighs trembling, pussy unable to clench down around something so wide, the way her body wants to.

“Don’t touch yourself,” Kimi says. She sits up on her knees, pulling off her long-sleeve athletic shirt, revealing barely-there tits that are defined more by the swell of her pectorals than anything else.

Max’s breasts are soft, sweet, and heavy. Her nipples are a rosy pink, surrounded by wide areolas. Everything about Max’s body is Platonically feminine, strikingly so, no matter how much she tries to hide it. Even the stretch of her pussy around the wide body of Kimi’s dildo is evocative of childbirth, her perfect form stretched to the very limits it was created for.

Kimi still doesn’t know if Max is even into women, let alone women that look hard, masculine—bodies sculpted with intent like a marble statue. It’s entirely possible Max doesn’t even know the answer herself. Luckily, it doesn’t matter. The way Max’s gaze fixes hungrily upon the prominent ridge of Kimi’s clit as Kimi slides her joggers down her thighs is enough.

Once Kimi is naked, she doesn’t waste any more time. She needs less lube than Max to fit the other end of the dildo in her cunt, already accustomed to the feeling of bearing down on something as thick as her wrist. Kimi keeps Max on her back as she hikes one of Max’s thighs up around her waist, slotting her other leg over Max’s so that she can slide down the remaining length of the dildo.

When Kimi’s clit finally presses against Max’s pussy, it’s Max who lets out a gasp. Kimi ignores her, focusing on the slick slide of her clit between Max’s spread labia, relishing the gentle grind of the silicone cock inside herself as she rubs her clit against Max’s pubic bone.

Max isn’t quiet about it when Kimi starts up a quicker rhythm, the noises spilling out of her mouth and into the space between her lips and Kimi’s almost primal. Kimi doesn’t kiss her. They’re close enough, and for a brief moment Kimi worries that the look in Max’s eyes indicates intent—but Max never closes the distance. She just sobs out little cries that sound like a wounded animal as Kimi fucks down into her—Max circling her hips; Kimi frotting her hardness against the barely-there protrusion of Max’s clit, exposed only by the way the dildo keeps her pussy lips pulled apart for Kimi to use.

“Are you close?” Kimi asks as Max’s cries increase in frequency and volume, loud enough now that anyone walking by would be able to hear. There’s sweat pouring down off Kimi’s nose and jaw as she humps against Max even faster, big fat droplets that splatter onto Max’s heaving breasts.

Max nods, desperately. “Yeah,” she gasps out, hiccupping a little as she swallows. “I can’t—it’s too—I can’t—”

Kimi already knows. She wrenches the dildo out of her own cunt with a groan and pulls Max halfway down the bed, using the additional space to kneel over Max, shuddering a little at the hot puffs of breath against her clit.

“Put your nose in my cunt,” Kimi says, forcing out the words with noticeable effort. “Suck on my clit until I come.”

They both know Max won’t be able to breathe with Kimi riding her face like that, but Max just nods resolutely and sucks in a quick breath before pulling at Kimi’s hips.

Max’s nose is big enough to feel even immediately after the stretch of the dildo. Kimi rocks down on Max’s face experimentally, settling into a position that feels right. She leans forward as much as she can, letting her clit rest against Max’s tongue for a few seconds before Max finally manages to latch on. The immediately force of the suction nearly takes Kimi’s breath away. It takes her a minute to remember what she’s really after.

Max’s pussy is still stretched wide around the other end of the dildo. Kimi leaves it for now, pulling Max’s knees up to keep her legs spread before reaching down between her thighs and rubbing quick, devastating circles over Max’s clit. Kimi can’t hear Max’s reaction, but she can feel it, the moans in Max’s throat vibrating along the length of her clit as she speeds up the motion of her fingers.

Kimi waits until she’s coming in hot feverish pulses against Max’s face before tugging the dildo out of Max’s pussy in one quick motion.

Kimi feels Max scream and rubs her clit through it, watching as her gaping pussy flexes, spilling wetly against the sheets. She leans down quickly, pulling away from Max’s nose and mouth so she can get her own lips around Max’s pussy. Kimi licks Max through the aftershocks of her orgasm as Max sobs and sobs and sobs.

It takes Max a long time to come back down. In that time, Kimi manages to clean up the motorhome, shower, and wipe Max clean of sweat and come while she lies there against the plastic sheet shivering with her eyes closed. After some consideration, Kimi carefully spreads Max’s legs and uses the cream she’d bought on Max’s pussy, carefully rubbing it in until Max stops reacting to the feeling.

Kimi thinks about kicking Max out after that, not really one for post-coital cuddling, but Max looks so pathetic curled up on Kimi’s bed that she thinks better of it.

She calls Daniel instead.

#f1 smut #f1 rpf #summerofcum2023 #my fic #should i tag this with maxiel? idek

[effervescentdragon]

Any pairing+ Soulmate AU where you feel your soulmate’s heart beating alongside your own?

"It's not a congenital anomaly," the doctor days, and Charles sees maman stumble and fall into papa's embrace. "There is nothing wrong with his heart, I assure you of that." The doctor chances a look at him, and Charles is pretty sure the smile she gives him isn't completely sincere. "I would like to speak with you in private, though, just so you know what you can expect."

Maman kisses his forehead and papa hugs him, and then they're following the doctor out. Lolo stays with him, sitting on Charles' hospital bed and tugging on his hair when Charles keeps looking at his palms.

"It will be okay, bebè," Lolo says, and his hand in Charles' is warm. "You'll be back to karting in no time."

"You promise?" Charles raises his head, meeting his brother's eyes. "I - I was winning, and then my heart started doing that weird thing, and then I saw that Pear crashed, and I couldn't - I didn't know -"

"Hey, it's okay," Lolo says and pulls Charles closer into an embrace. Charles wouldn't let Lolo hug him if someone could see them, but nobody is here, and his brother is calm and steady when he says "It will all be okay. I promise."

--

"It's a myth," Pierre says, and Charles wants to punch him for maybe the third time in their lives. "That's like - that would be like believing in magic. And there is no magic." He snorts. "Or Ferrari would have won a championship already." He nudges Charles with his elbow. "Right, calamar?"

Fuck you, Charles thinks. Fuck you, Pear, my soulmate's heart is beating as hard as mine is now, like they are lying to someone about something, like they are scared, I know what they feel like when they are scared, I feel them almost all the time except when we're in sync, except just before we fall asleep, fuck you, Ferrari will win, I will win for Ferrari, fuck you, they are my soulmate, they are the other half of my soul and you're my best friend and you don't even believe in this, and fuck you.

"We should go back, boys," Lolo says like nothing is wrong. "Your parents will have my head if I don't bring you back from the beach in time for lunch."

"Food!" Arthur yells and barrels into Charles, effectively cutting off his stare-off with Pierre. "Come on, Charlo, maybe we get madeleines!"

Arthur grabs his hand and pulls him towards where theor parents are, and Charles goes without another word. He doesn't think about the confusion in Pierre's eyes, or how Pierre reached to rub his chest as Charles stayed silent, masking the movement by grabbing his cross. He especially doesn't think about how, even when his own heart calms down, his soulmate's beat stays irregular, and fast, and fluttery.

--

Charles is excited, more excited than he thinks he will be when he himself finally makes it to F1 next year, if all goes well. Or maybe not, not really, but Pierre is in Malaysia, and he's in his Toro Rosso, and he's about to race in Formula One for the first time, and Charles - Charles is watching, and waiting, and praying for it all to go well.

Lolo is sitting on his right and Arthur is on his left, and they will both come with him to Spain next week, but right now they are both pressing into Charles' sides as he watches the screen. The formation lap is done, and Charles takes a deep breath.

In. Out. In. Lights out.

The constant heartbeat next to his is steady right up until it isn't; right up until the lights on the circuit go out.

Away we go.

He doesn't know when it is that he grabs Lolo's hand, but Lolo lets him. One look at his brother confirms to Charles what he didn't ever dare think of, much less admit.

"It's okay," Lolo whispers to him when Arthur starts yelling at the screen and maman laughs at him. "It will be okay."

My soulmate doesn't believe in our bond, he said so himself, Charles wants to say, how can it be okay? How can you even say that?

"Charles, it will be okay. I promise."

Charles wants to believe his brother. He holds his hand and watches Pierre on the screen instead.

--

"I knew you could do it," Pierre whispers in the darkness. Both their eyes are filled with tears, and they shouldn't be together, but Charles begged and pleaded and threatened until he got what he wanted and what Pierre needed. Two of them in bed in Belgium, as rain is falling down like God's punishment from a story Charles only vaguely remembers from church and as both their hearts are breaking over and over again.

"I did it for him," Charles whispers back, and Pierre's hand in his tightens.

"He'd be proud," is all Pierre has strength left to say, and then he cries, and Charles cries with him, and the nights stretches in front of them like a neverending track.

Charles does not fall asleep until he is certain that the other heartbeat in his chest is finally as calm as his. Only then does he close his eyes, and begs for dawn to come.

--

"I knew it wasn't you," Pierre whispers wildly into Charles' ear. "I knew it couldn't have been you, I knew it, they wouldn't tell me but I knew, Charles, Charles," he keeps repeating, and Charles holds him tighter, grateful that - just grateful.

"I'm okay," he replies, and holds on, and listens to the frantic beat of the other heartbeat in his chest. "I'm okay, I promise, I'm okay, it's okay, we're all okay."

"I don't care - you - you're okay, it wasn't you," Pierre keeps saying, and Charles' own panic subsides alongside Pierre's. "You're okay."

"You can't get rid of me that easily, Pierrot," he tries to joke, but it's awkward, and stupid, and innapropriate. Pierre snorts nonetheless.

"I don't want to be rid of you," he says softly, and Charles' heart speeds up. Pierre chuckles into Charles' neck, and his beard tickles Charles. "Calm down, calamar," he says, "Grosjean is okay, we're all okay, and you have one final chance to outdrive Seb. Breathe, Charles," Pierre says, and Charles, somehow, magically, does.

--

"That's how I found him," Este's girlfriend says. "My heart would do weird things at weird times, but it was usually on Saturdays and Sundays. It just so happened I stumbled upon him on a racetrack my friends dragged me to, and when he crashed, well..." she trails off, and Este pulls her closer and kisses her hair. "I knew it had to be him. They made me look at all the drivers on the grid and asked me who the most handsome one was, and I picked him even after I saw Lewis!"

Everybody laughs at that, and Charles laughs along with them. His whole heart aches, and he can barely take it, but he won't make a scene. All the PR training he received from Ferrari is good for one thing, it seems, and that's pretending he is alright while his soul tears itself apart.

"And you feel hers, too?" Pierre asks Este. There is no animosity in his voice, no snideness, just genuine curiosity. Este's eyes meet Charles', but Charles doesn't know why. He's never told Este about his - thing.

"Sometimes," Esteban says slowly. "Usually when she is upset, or very happy. When there's extreme emotion involved."

"That's weird," Charles says before he can stop himself. When he looks over at Pierre, he blushes, he knows he does, but he decides to prwtend nothing is amiss. "I just meant, isn't it supposed to feel the same - equal for both of you?"

Esteban looks down at his girlfr - soulmate, who is giving Charles a look that borders on pity. Charles decides to pretend he doesn't see it.

"I think - and this is just my theory, so I'm not sure if it's right, but," she hesitates, and Charles doesn't miss how Esteban's hand on her hip tightens. "I have lost - my parents are gone, have been for a while, and the accident that took them took my brother too. I don't - I have lost many people I've loved," she says, and there is a smile on her face despite her obviously teary eyes. "I think that the universe - or God, or whatever, I think it gave me - reassurance. Because I need it more than Este," she says, and Charles almost stops breathing. "I need to know he is here, and this way, I can."

Esteban lowers his head and kisses her hair again, and Charles sees it in her eyes, how she must know, how she must understand, at least some things if not all, and he murmurs something and thanks her and pretends he has to leave before Pierre can say anything, before Charles starts to scream, before he is forced to admit how weak he is in front of his oldest friends, how pathetic, in front of Esteban who was there for most of it, and the wonderful girl who was the other half of his soul, and in front of his oldest, best friend, his soulmate, who doesn't even believe in the concept. So before Pierre even manages to get the first syllable of his name out, Charles is already gone.

--

"Take a picture of us," Pierre says to Joris, and puts his arm around Charles. He smells so good, and Singapore is warm and wet, and Pierre is close and radiating contentment and heat, and Charles knows his heart skips a beat, and another. Before he knows, the picture is taken, and Pierre is looking at him strangely. Charles forces himself not to blush, and ducks his head, and wills his stupid heart to calm down.

"Good food and good friends, as a caption, what do you think, calamar?" Pierre asks suddenly, and Charles startles feom his thoughts. He searches for the second heartbeat in his chest, but it's - it's calm, and steady, ony a flutter here and there, and he swallows around the lump in his throat and makes himself smile and look straight into Pierre's eyes as he nods.

"Whatever you want, Pear, just make sure I look good."

"You always look beautiful," Pierre says matter-of-factly, and his mouth widens into a grin just as Charles finally loses the battle with his blush and just as his own heart starts an irregular, abberant rhythm.

--

"We can't," Charles moans and pulls Pierre closer.

"We can, and we will," Pierre replies and his mouth is on Charles', and his cross is pressed against Charles' skin where his shirt is torn and unbottoned, and his hips press into Charles', and one of his palms is raising Charles' leg to his hip and the other is locked on Charles' cheekbone, caressing it gently as he plunders Charles' mouth, and it's heaven and it's hell and Charles has wanted him for so long, but it's -

"You - you don't - I have to tell you, ah," Charles' protests get cut off when Pierre lowers his face to Charles' neck and bites down, and Charles whimpers and throws his head back and holds on, and it's so good, of course it is, but Pierre doesn't know -

"Pear, you, listen, fuck, ah, yes, more, no - no, listen," Charles tries again, and something in his voice must come through to Piwrre because he kisses Charles' collarbone and then stops.

"Charles," Pierre says, and his eyes are dark, and his lips are swollen, and he is beautiful, and Charles doesn't know how to tell him, doesn't want to ruin it, doesn't - "Close your eyes."

Charles blinks in confusion. Pierre smiles, and kisses Charles quickly, and chuckles when Charles tries to follow his lips. "Close your eyes, Charlo, and trust me, yes?"

Charles closes his eyes without hesitation this time. Pierre takes Charles' right hand in his and moves it to his chest, right above where his heart is. "Listen, Charles," he whispers. "Listen."

Charles can hear Pierre's breathing, shallow and fast, and the way Pierre tries to control it. He can hear the voices from the street below, but they fade away very quickly.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump-thump. Thump. Thump. Thump-thump.

Charles listens, and listens, and listens, until his hands starts shaking and his lips part in a quiet gasp, because the heart he feels underneath his fingers and the heartbeat he has felt in his chest for his whole life are both beating in the same rhythm.

Thump-thump-thump. Thump. Thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump-thump.

"You know," Charles whispers. He keeps his eyes closed, because he doesn't want to open them. Doesn't want to see. Doesn't want this to end.

"I know." He can feel Pierre's breath on his lips. "Do you know?"

Charles knows many things. He knows he will be Ferrari driver until the end. He knows he will be a world champion one day. He knows he has been in love with his best friend since he knew what love was. He knows he only ever felt this way when he was racing. Most of all, he knows he is not a coward, no matter how fast his heart is racing, no matter how scared he is that the second heartbeat in his chest and the one under his palm are the same one. Charles is not a coward. He is a racing driver, and he always, always, goes for the gap.

"Oh, I know."

Charles opens his eyes, and smiles.

#piarles #f1 rpf #effervescentdragonwrites #my writing #everyone blame katie actually. she started the competition #soulmate au #idk what this is i have travel anxiety and cant sleep #pardon the mistakes #actually no fuck it i just wrote this in like an hour. i own up to my mistakes xD

[lovesongbracket]

Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

Summertime

Written By: Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Gerard Way & Frank Iero

Artist: My Chemical Romance

Released: 2010

“Summertime” is a ‘new wave’ song, allegedly believed to be written about frontman Gerard Way’s wife, Lyn-z Way. In an interview, Gerard said that it started as a riff Mikey had written, before evolving into a song they ‘couldn’t have the record without.’ “[“Summertime”] is one of the lyrically personal songs on the album, whereas the rest of it is just me talking about my worldview. So it’s a really beautiful song and again—no rules. We can have a soft song.”

[Verse 1] When the lights go out Will you take me with you And carry all this broken bone Through six years down In crowded rooms and highways I call home? Is something I can't know till now Till you picked me off the ground With brick in hand, your lip-gloss smile Your scraped-up knees and [Chorus] If you stay, I would even wait all night Or until my heart explodes, how long until we Find our way in the dark and out of harm? You can run away with me anytime you want [Verse 2] Terrified of what I'd be As a kid, from what I've seen Every single day when people try And put the pieces back together Just to smash them down Turn my headphones up real loud I don't think I need them now 'Cause you stop the noise and [Chorus] If you stay, I would even wait all night Or until my heart explodes, how long until we Find our way in the dark and out of harm? You can run away with me anytime you want [Post-Chorus] Well, anytime you want Well, anytime you want [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] Don't walk away, don't walk away Don't walk away, don't walk away! [Chorus] 'Cause if you stay, I would even wait all night Or until my heart explodes, how long until we Find our way in the dark and out of harm? You can run away with me [Post-Chorus] Or you can write it on your arm You can run away with me Anytime you want

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy

Written By: Freddie Mercury

Artist: Queen

Released: 1976

The song was the eighth track on their album “A Day At The Races” which was released in 1976. The song also appeared on “Queens First EP” released in 1977. The song is about how Freddie is an old-fashioned lover, taking his partners on old-school dates such as dancing or dinner, also hinting at the fact that he is a good lover.

[Verse 1] I can dim the lights and sing you songs Full of sad things We can do the tango, just for two I can serenade and gently play On your heart strings Be a Valentino, just for you [Chorus] "Ooh love, ooh lover boy What're you doing tonight? Hey boy" Set my alarm, turn on my charm That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy [Verse 2] Ooh, let me feel Your heartbeat (Grow faster, faster) Ooh, can you feel my love heat? (Ohh) Come on and sit on my hot seat of love And tell me how do you feel, right after all I'd like for you and I to go romancing Say the word, your wish is my command [Chorus] “Ooh love, ooh lover boy What're you doing tonight? Hey boy” Write my letter, feel much better I'll use my fancy patter on the telephone [Bridge] When I'm not with you, think of you always I miss you (I miss those long hot summer nights) When I'm not with you, think of me always Love you, love you Hey boy where do you get it from? Hey boy where did you go? I learned my passion in the good old-fashioned School of lover boys [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] Dining at the Ritz, we'll meet at nine (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine o'clock) precisely I will pay the bill, you taste the wine Driving back in style in my saloon will do quite nicely Just take me back to yours, that will be fine (Come on and get it) [Chorus] Ooh love (There he goes again) Ooh lover boy (Who's my good Old-fashioned lover boy?) (Ooh ooh) What're you doing tonight? Hey boy! Everything's all right, just hold on tight That's because I'm a good old Fashioned (Fashioned) lover boy

#polls #poll tournament #poll bracket #tournament #bracket #lovesongbracket #round5 #summertime #my chemical romance #good old-fashioned lover boy #freddie mercury

[gratisdiamanten]

Hey this is undoubtedly the one of the most bizarre questions but I just gotta ask…. Why does a young jos verstappen wear an ungodly amount of plaid shirts in varieties of colours???? Is it just a random ass Dutch thing, cause like a young max did wear some god ugly plaid shirts (like when he was announced for toro rosso interview), or just a bizarre verstappen thing ??? Sorry I have absolutely no expectations of an answer but it’s been like this itch in the back of my mind every time I see a young jos verstappen photo that I would like any answer to if you can xx

I actually had to go and laugh with my girlfriend about this ask for a few cause this is like one of the fundamental inside jokes (she'd even made me a bracelet saying "jos verstappen autism flannel"). Honestly not close to the weirdest question that could be asked. Anyway I had to rewrite this post cause the first one was a long ramble about Jos's outsiderisms but then I realized that did nothing to answer the question. Serious answer is cause he's a country boy (STRONGG southern Limburgs accent). My dumbass answer is because he's autistic like his son and needs his emotional support staple clothing

#I also wore flannels habitually until I came to europe so I understand the grind #Max wore a flannel cause he wanted to be like his daddy. Next #jv #I LOVE giving Jos lore these asks are very welcome #asks #anon

[jannwrites]

tv show ask meme : GUILLERMO DEL TORO’S CABINET OF CURIOSITIES (2022). (2/2)

a selection of lines from the horror anthology cabinet of curiosities. modified slightly for rp purposes.

PICKMAN'S MODEL.

behind everything beautiful lies the dark.

beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but what about the horror?

you can't rush perfection.

all i said is i don't see what the fuss is about.

i just fail to see what's so interesting about them.

i think the rats got to her.

these are...powerful. the darkness, the ugliness, the corruption.

we cannot let sympathy or altruism shield us from finding the truths of this world.

sometimes, when i'd wake in the night, i'd hear them through the floor.

what is happening to me?

i mean, you knew how important this was to me.

i don't even recognize you anymore.

what is art in this modern world without truth?

i think we need to give them some names. i think they deserve that.

someone's up awfully late this evening.

Ii's my business to catch the undertones of the soul.

if there are any ghosts round here, they're the tame ghosts of a salt marsh and a shallow cove.

i feel like you're disappearing from me.

the darkness has a way of catching me.

it must be shocking to see the state of things here.

do you feel it, [name]? the fear.

what you make--it crawls behind the eyes, it makes you crazy.

i know where fear lives.

DREAMS IN THE WITCH HOUSE.

don't you worry. i'll help you figure it out.

i promised you I'd protect you. you remember that, don't you?

who has the power to break it down?

i know the other side is real. i've seen it.

maybe it's time that we consider what else we can do with our lives.

the house has undeniable powers.

you care more about your dead sister than the living.

i've seen a forest. a forest that takes the dead inside.

wait, wait. you're telling me that you put an unknown chemical from an unknown gentleman into your body?

what we need to do is knock some sense into you.

i think you're desperate, [name].

i think you'd do anything, anything, to prove that what you've been fighting for is real.

i'm sorry. i'm sorry i couldn't save you when i had the chance.

if i hadn't been so afraid, i wouldn't have ended up here.

i couldn't think of anything else but seeing you again.

i have to investigate that house.

something stalked you here. it followed you through the door.

there's something in there trying to hurt us.

i feel the energy her anger left behind.

they stuck pins in her to see if she would bleed.

what demons have you been conjuring?

the dead want you now.

i hope you understand what you brought to this world.

what i've done cannot be undone!

i told you, you couldn't escape me.

i'll ride this body as long as it will last.

THE VIEWING.

you're like a legend.

hey, buddy, got a smoke?

i was intrigued for sure.

what kind of flowers are these?

well, it looks amazing and sounds amazing.

i am not gonna let temptation get the better of me.

it made its way across all that chaos, all of that potential destruction, longer than many human lives, to us here tonight.

i want to know what your stunning mind makes of it.

now i'm even more curious than ever before.

dead worlds seed new, living ones, time and time again.

she's proven what others refuse to admit about the nature of the universe and humanity.

it's hard to talk about it in words, you know?

your presence here has made this night so much brighter to me.

science tells us you can never truly know the future state of a particle.

perhaps control of the machinery is your real ambition.

i want something that doesn't exist.

there's a void inside of me, you, everyone. an endless abyss.

everyone has a black hole inside of 'em. what i want is for mine to stop eating everything up all the time.

you are really harshing my mellow, man.

yhe truth is much more complicated.

i can't tell you about an image you already have in your mind.

i saw his blood, i saw his tears.

oh, a test where i have to do cocaine? finally, a test i can pass.

it's not as if you've never done this before.

it made me nostalgic for things that never happened.

you brought me all the way out here to show me a fucking rock?

did you not hear anything we just said right now?

THE MURMURING.

birds carry our souls, our beliefs, our hopes.

but that word...that word also suggests a voice, a whisper, a prayer uttered in the dark when we think we have lost it all.

pop me in a room with a stack of books, and I'm happy.

who wouldn't want to lift off and fly away from the world like that sometimes?

if there is a god, he certainly is a very cruel one.

i'll check, you go back to bed.

what are you doing here in the gloom?

what are you reading?

they sound different. more melancholy.

you haven't had any sleep. you're very tired.

it might help if you tell me what i'm meant to be listening for.

you get that crease, just there, when you're trying to solve a mystery.

this is beautiful. but when i look at it, all i feel is sad.

she must have felt very trapped here.

is it so wrong to read a dead person's letters?

and how do you know they're dead?

god forbid i should feel something.

the minute some people step into a falling-down old house, they start seeing ghosts.

you haven't cried at all. not since...everything happened.

people say they see things here, but it's just a morbid fascination with other people's misery.

how am i ever supposed to help you if you never tell me anything?

why is it always about me? you went through this too, [name].

i feel lost. i feel...angry. i feel completely heartbroken.

i try and i try, and i just feel you slipping away.

take my hand. you won't be alone or cold anymore.

i've been so lost.

#rp meme #rp ask meme #rp starters #rp sentence starters #rp sentence prompts #* mine. #part 2 finally after *checks watch* eight months #meme: tv.

[cas-kingdom]

Supernatural Masterpost

Main Masterpost

one shots

A Brother Like No Other (Sam x Dean) - Sam sometimes forgets that he’s not the older brother.

Toast (Sam x Dean x Castiel) - Castiel makes toast for the first time.

My Humans (Sam x Dean x Castiel) - Dean sticks post-it notes to his brother’s back, and Cas is one confused angel.

Louder Than Thunder (John x reader) - John helps you overcome your fear of thunder.

Sunset (John x reader) - You and John have a picnic and watch the sun set.

Tears (John x reader) - You talk to your dad before he leaves to go on a hunt.

A Father’s Love (John x reader) - “No man in this world can love a girl more than her father.” You learn this after having a pretty horrible argument with Dean.

Ladybird (Gabriel x reader) - Gabriel. A brother, a protector, a survivor. And most importantly, your best friend.

Into Battle (Gabriel x reader) - You’re about to enter the biggest battle you’ll ever face. A snowball fight.

A Light in the Dark (Dean x Crowley x reader) - Part of being an older brother means chasing away the nightmares. That’s what Sam and Dean’s been doing since you were a little girl. Now, it’s Crowley’s turn.

All That Matters (Sam x Dean x reader) - You lose against Dean in a wrestling match. What could get worse than that?

Get Some Sleep (Castiel x reader) - When you refuse to go to sleep, it takes a certain angel to remind you who’s the boss.

To Annoy an Angel (Castiel x reader) - There’s no better way to pass the time than annoying Cas. Cas, on the other hand, has a different opinion on the matter.

Fade Into You (Castiel x reader) - Sometimes, you just need a hug, and Cas is all too happy to oblige.

Bring Him Back (Gabriel x reader) - Gabe was here, but he wasn’t… here. Not your Gabe, anyway. But don’t worry, you’d bring him back.

Hey Brother (Dean x reader) - You were meant to be home six hours ago. Dean’s not happy. At all. Or: Even when you’re alone, your brother is always there.

Living (Sam x Dean x Castiel x reader) - Cas walks in on you and Dean sliding along the hallway in socks. It’s all fun and games until someone breaks their ankle.

Nobody Knew (Lucifer x reader) - People forget that the Devil was once an Angel.

Gimme a Kiss (Crowley x reader) - Crowley wants a good night kiss, and he’s not letting you leave without one.

I’ve Got You (Crowley x reader) - You’re injured, and the first person you go to is Crowley.

About a Dog (Sam x Dean x Castiel x reader) - Even dead, Gabriel still finds ways to make you happy.

Learning to Love (Sam x Dean x Castiel x Jack x reader) - A nephilim asks an angel for dating advice. What could go wrong?

Archangels and Austerity (Gabriel x reader) - After Jack asks you out on a date, Gabriel turns up… and he’s not happy.

Toro (Dean x reader) - He looked like a bull about to charge. And what do you do when you’re faced with a bull? You run.

A Memory (John x reader) - Jack has disappeared, you haven’t heard from Cas in a while, and you’re starting to miss how things used to be.

Taken (Sam x Dean x Castiel x Jack x reader) - The blood of a virgin is needed in many a spell, and Sam and Dean have become accustomed to turning to you. However, after one particular night, they’re about to find out they’re going to have to turn to someone else from now on. And it can’t be Jack.

Real (Dean x reader) - While Michael’s possessing Dean, he says things to you that make you think.

Soldier (Gabriel x reader) - Gabriel finds out you’ve been keeping something from him, and he’s not impressed.

Locked In (Sam x Dean x Castiel x reader) - Jack’s locked in the box, and you’re only just finding out.

A Little Unsteady (Jared Padalecki x reader) - You have to get a cavity filled, and it’s your first one. Naturally, you’re quite nervous, and who better to help calm those nerves than Jared Padalecki?

drabbles

John x reader (“I was just worried.”)

John x reader (“You can’t give up something you haven’t even started.”)

John x reader (“Remind me never to play this damn game with you again!”)

Dean x John x reader (“Are you really reading right now?”)

John x OC (“I shouldn’t have to tell you how dangerous that was!”)

John x OC (“You did this to get my attention and now you fully have it. Let’s hear it.”)

Gabriel x reader (“I don’t care when you go to bed, but do you have to wake me up in the middle of the night with your loud music?”)

Chuck x reader (“You forgot to say the Magic Words.”)

Sam x Dean x reader (“What are you running from?”)

Dean x reader (“Give them back.”)

Chuck x reader (“Don’t make me come get you.”)

Sam x reader (“You don’t scare me.”)

Gabriel x reader (“Move over!”)

Dean x Ben x reader (“Seriously, have you seen how old he’s gotten?”)

Castiel x reader (“That’s against the rules.”)

Crowley x reader (“When am I going to join your little game? Hm. Never.”)

Bobby x reader (“Could you stop throwin’ that damn ball against the house?”)

Gabriel x Chuck x reader (“Wanna build a tree fort?”)

Dean x reader (“Sorry, I can’t help you.”)

Dean x reader (“How long will this take?”)

Castiel x reader (“Oh? You want me to tickle you that bad?”)

Gabriel x Chuck x reader (“Now, let me watch the freaking movie in peace!”)

Dean x Sam (“You’re okay, Sammy.”)

Dean x reader (“I love you.”)

Dean x reader (”Don’t tell Sam?”)

#supernatural #masterpost #supernatural masterpost

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Seven Minutes

Y/N’s crush on her boss is obvious to everyone, including his co-stars, leading the two into some sticky situations.

Johnny Knoxville X Fem!Reader

(Fluff)

2.4k Words

Warnings: Highly suggestive content, nudity, flirting, praise

An: Thank you so much for the requests!! I really love the Assistant!Au and would love to continue it, specifically with Bam! I would love to see how he would mess with and push around our lovely assistant Y/N XD Anyways, keep sending those requests and let me know what you think!

Clutching your little brown clipboard, you were nearly shaking as you gazed up at the piece of paper sloppily scotch taped to the white trailer door. One would’ve thought that the first name on the billing would be treated with a little more prestige. You had no idea how you got the job, really. Horribly under qualified, virtually zero experience- a real combination for success. I mean, before today, you’d never stepped foot on a movie set, and here you were, Y/N: assistant to the stars. More than that, according to what Paramount told you, you would be an assistant to America’s favorite hot lunatic: Johnny Knoxville. You hadn’t seen a thing he was in, but from what you gathered, teenagers thought of him as the modern PT Barnum, while the churchgoing growd called him the devil incarnate, and you were going to be working under him. Timidly reaching out, you knocked a few times on the trailer to no answer. “Hey, uh- Johnny! Jeff needs you on set soon!” After maybe thirty seconds of waiting and no answer, you decided to try the handle, assuming he was too busy doing whatever movie stars do and just couldn’t hear you.

Boy, did you get an eyeful. There, standing in that silent trailer with his clothes draped over a chair, was the man himself, naked as a jaybird and without a care in the world that you saw him. He was all tanned muscle, Hollywood man meat. You, on the other hand, felt heat rush to your cheeks as your eyes swelled to the size of dinner plates. Stuttering out an apology, you turned away, “Oh! Oh my god, I am-“ Completely unphased, Johnny continued getting dressed, talking to you like he was talking about something as simple as taking out the trash. “Hold on a sec. Just gotta get some clothes on…” Does this happen often with movie stars, or only to him? It had to, you thought, based on how relaxed he was to be naked in front of a total stranger. Is he naked in front of strangers often? All you could do was face the wall of the trailer as your mind went wild, the heat flooding in from outside through the still open door doing nothing to aid the sweat you were already breaking. Your train of thought was brought to a screeching halt when you heard the metallic jingling of Johnny doing up his belt behind you, bringing to mind a flood of thoughts that you weren't exactly proud of. Still, you couldn’t help the urge to sneak another look at his half clothed body but you quickly turned back.

As sneaky as you thought you were being, Johnny noticed your little glance and, more than that, he didn’t seem to mind. Cracking a smirk at the events that were unfolding in front of him, he couldn’t help but want to tease this sweet little assistant of his a bit more. You didn’t even know he was dressed until you felt a tap on your shoulder and you turned around, nearly nose to nose with him while Johnny was still buttoning up his shirt with one hand, sporting that knowing, crooked smile. God, you practically fainted when he spoke, his voice barely above a murmur, “You needed somethin’?” Well yes, there was something you needed, but you weren't going to say that sort of thing out loud, much less to your boss on your first day. Too flustered to articulate yourself, you gestured for him to take a couple steps back, which he complied with, before you attempted to compose yourself, “U- uh…Jeff, he- uh, he asked me to get you for that- that Toro Totter stunt today…”

Johnny loved that you remembered his coffee order, even though that was a part of your job. Not that it was hard to remember- black coffee with two sugars. Every morning when you met up with him on set, you’d tell him good morning when you handed him the steaming hot styrofoam cup, and Johnny would take it from you with a smile that was still tired from partying the night before. He’d take a long sip and get this charmed look on his face and make some joke about how he couldn't believe that you remembered his order. As you worked with him longer and you started growing closer, he would tack on an appreciative, “Atta’ girl!” and reach out to rub your back or ruffle your hair. All the guys on set would whisper and joke about the two of you, especially Bam, who no matter how many times it was explained to him, still couldn’t get why Knoxville hadn’t ‘tapped that’. You didn’t care to admit how much you liked when Johnny treated you like that- all affectionately. Maybe you were nervous about working with a big movie star and really needed some approval to keep you going. On the other hand, you had been busting your ass for the past month making sure everything on set went as smoothly as possible, so it could also be that you felt like you needed the recognition. But most likely, you just liked hearing those words come from Johnny’s mouth.

So that’s why you went up to see him in his motel room. Well, that and he was half an hour late and Jeff wanted you to find out why the hell he hadn’t shown up on set. Carrying the well creased list of stunts for the day in your pocket, you walked through the dingy hallways of the cheap place the cast was set up at, carefully stepping over where Steve-O was passed out, drooling face down on the carpet. After finding Johnny’s door, you knocked on the cheap plywood and it swung open without resistance. Wondering what was with this guy and leaving doors open, you timidly called out into the room, “Uh, is everything alright, Joh-?“ Well, that explains why he hadn’t shown up- he wasn’t even out of bed. Shifting slightly at your noise, Johnny sat up with a groan, rubbing the back of his head as the sheets that covered his torso slid down to pool at his hips. “M’fine…god, just- just c'mere.” As he waved you over, patting the side of the bed for you to sit down, you couldn’t help but stare at him now that you were close enough to feel the heat radiating off of his body, and especially since you had more time to look him over. The cheap, frameless bed creaked under you as you sat down next to him on top of the sheets, fiddling with your hands. Johnny, who saw the paper sticking out from the front pocket of your jeans, snaked an arm past your hips nonchalantly to grab it, unfolding it with his muscular arm still around you.

He looked over the list, blinking groggily and quietly commenting about some stunts they should shuffle around to make the day run smoother or how he would change some setups. There was no way in hell you would be able to pay attention to anything that was coming out of his mouth. God, you were awful. It was like the second you got within five feet of him, your brain started slipping out of your ears. Still dazed, you were shaken out of your trance when Johnny wordlessly grabbed the coffee from your hands, bringing it to his lips and taking a drink. The corners of his eyes crinkled up when he swallowed deeply, his voice rough as he slid his arm up to squeeze your shoulder affectionately with a warm smile, “That’s my girl.”

He played you like a fiddle, goddamn it, and you were helpless to do anything about it. He just really got a kick out of messing with you, batting you around like the way a cat plays with its food before it eats it. Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the cast who, although you had mostly ignored their comments and jeering, found your nervous reactions even more entertaining than Johnny did. They’d go out of their way to get you and him into situations where you would be forced to be in close proximity, but because of how often they pulled these pranks and your inexperience working on set, you couldn’t always tell the difference between when you were really needed for something or when they were trying to mess with you, so you naively complied with their requests every time. That’s how you got into situations like this.

“Hey, Y/N!” Steve called to you in passing on set one day, “Can’y grab a couple’a those cowboy hats from wardrobe?” Usually you only tended to what Johnny asked you to do, but since it was a pretty innocuous request, and you had nothing to do, you didn’t give it a second thought as you made your way to the costume department. It wasn't so much of a department as it was a small closet. In the past, the guys made jokes about getting you all dressed up in some skimpy outfit to sit in the background of a stunt on the basis that they really needed some sex appeal in the new movie, so you took a few peeks in there out of curiosity. This is all to say that you knew about it. What you didn’t know, however, was that at the same time Steve was sending you off, Chris was asking the same question to Johnny. See, this was a well coordinated attack, and if there was only one thing these bumbling idiots could coordinate together to do, it was fucking with people.

As soon as you hurriedly stumbled into the dark closet, you bumped face first into something warm which you quickly realized was a person, leaving you a little dazed before the door loudly slammed shut behind you, making you jump a little. The only noise you heard was snickering, courtesy of Bam, who had hidden barely out of sight when you walked in and jammed a chair under the handle of the door. There was only one person you would end up in there with, “Oh, come on, guys!” The familiar southern drawl in his voice made your stomach jump as you recognized Johnny who, while he was trying not to make his annoyance apparent, leaned around you to knock on the door as he yelled to the guys on the other side, “I gotta be on set in five- Jeff’s gonna kill me!” Still, nothing but snickers. You began to realize exactly how close your body was to his- Johnny didn’t even seem to notice nor care that your face was nearly buried in his chest, but you were so freaked out that you could bring your mouth to move or make any noise. It wasn’t until he groaned, leaning back to sit on a costume trunk in front of you that you took a breath.

“Well, we might be here a while…” Johnny mused, and while you couldn’t see it, you definitely heard the smile in his voice as he continued, “Y’know this kinda reminds me a lot of that game- seven minutes in heaven?” Of course you knew what he was talking about, and you would be an idiot to pass this kind of thing up. Unfortunately, under these conditions, you kind of became one. “I, uh- I’ve never played that- that game before…” Well, it wasn't a lie- you really hadn’t, but you knew what he meant. Your response was a half hearted stammer, your heart pounding so hard that you half expected it to thrum out of your chest, cartoon style, and you were sure he could feel it. You were aware he was getting a kick out of your nervousness, but you weren't exactly sure how to feel about that. Johnny’s voice slipped into that low, teasing register as he met your eyes, leaning towards you. “I could always teach you.” You practically let out a squeak at his suggestion. Oh god, it’s happening. He wanted to kiss you, didn’t he? Your brain struggled to form words, but luckily Johnny broke the tension before you dropped dead from the little game he was playing with you. Flashing a playful smile, he chuckled reassuringly, “Ah, I’m just messin’ with ya.”

There was something warm, something comforting and infectious that followed Johnny around wherever he went- a product of his charisma, surely, that just put everyone at ease. Well, everyone except you, but even now that was starting to change. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’ve gotta little crush on me, Y/N.” You thanked the darkness for giving you an excuse not to look him in the eyes, because otherwise he’d find it cute and probably do that thing they do in romance movies- where the guy tilts the girl’s chin up a little, and if he did that then you would be as good as a puddle on the ground. “O-oh, really?” Part of you was tempted to ask if it was that obvious, but you were unfortunately not that bold. “Mmhm. And lucky for me too, cause I was itchin’ to get an opportunity to ask you about gettin’ drinks sometime! Guess that makes my job a little easier, right?” Trying to be slick, Johnny put his arm on the door behind you and leaned, assuming it was still locked. However, against all assumptions, the door of the closet flew open, and as you were still startled from how he just so nonchalantly asked you out, your stiff body tumbled backward, landing flat on your behind. While you were talking, Bam apparently got bored when the ‘action’ hadn’t started, so he got up and left, taking the chair with him. Panicking and confused, the first thing Johnny did was lean down, giving you his hand, “Oh shit, Y/N! You alright?” In any other situation, the genuine concern in his voice and the feeling of his large, warm hand wrapping around yours protectively would be enough to get you weak at the knees, but your mind was elsewhere. Hell, you didn’t even care about how sore you felt as you stumbled to stand, tripping over your own words, “I’m fine, yeah! A, uh- a date! Drinks- that would be great!”

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[bearsandcigar-stories]

A little off the Tops

by bearsandcigars (2022)

The pipe smoking barber knows all your secrets

I started to wonder about the merits of moving my home from the city centre out to the suburbs.

The pace of life is slower in this leafy, quaint village, on the edge of picturesque countryside. Very pretty but I’m beginning to think a bit dull …

… OK let me just vent … my boyfriend … my ex-boyfriend ... the bastard … he ditched me 4 months ago, when apparently, he couldn’t handle the smell of my cigars in our apartment. The crazy thing is he was an enthusiastic smoker when we got together. Now he is so fucking anti and vocal about it; he really was doing my head in for those last few weeks, so the split was best.

Surprise, surprise … he’s now shacked up with a 22 year old gym bunny, 18 years his junior, partying like it’s 1999. He’s had his hair styled like the kids and shaved his beard off, drinking kombucha tea (what the fuck is that!?) and munching fucking muesli.

So Fuck You! … Fuck You, You Sad Bastard!

My life was definitely on the up; I was getting more work as a photographer and of course Uncle Eddie died … HEY! don’t judge me - I loved my Uncle Eddie and the fact that he left me $1,800,000 in his Will IS significant but dying when he did meant Bastard Steve wasn’t going to benefit or see a cent of it. So the apartment mortgage was totally paid off and I was now in my dream home … the realtor blurb went like this…

Well-established, desirable neighborhood … charming four-bedroom, two bathroom, attached two-car garage … one of four houses situated on a quiet cul de sac with privacy and gorgeous views from the farmer's front porch. Updated kitchen, hardwood floors, two fireplaces, deck and backyard, new roof, and solar panels are just some of the great features this house has to offer.

That was the irony, I could now smoke my cigars outside!

Though the reality was brutally stark … I just wasn’t getting enough cock recently and there seemed little prospect of finding anyone soon.

Maybe I could join the local gym and the local pub seems quite lively …

… AH WELL!! …

With my ass wiped clean, I flushed the toilet and began washing my hands, looking up into the bathroom mirror.

- ‘Fuck, I look like a scarecrow’

My shock of hair was in dire need of tidying up and my dark brown beard was decidedly scruffy. Most of my recent spare time had been taken up moving into and getting my new home how I wanted it.

I’d not had a chance to check out a local barber.

It was a balmy evening, so after dinner, I decided a cigar and a single malt whisky on the front porch would change my mood. I opened up my humidor and picked out a maduro Oliva Serie V Double Toro 6 × 60 and pulled out my bottle of Glenlivet 12 year old, with a crystal glass from my drinks cabinet below. I moved outside and got comfy on my big wicker chair. I poured a large dram and began preparing my dark Gordo … I loved these bigger ring gauge cigars with great coffee and chocolate flavors.

I licked my lips as I snipped the cap and commenced toasting the foot, then firing it up to my satisfaction; surrounding myself in an aromatic cloud. Quickly followed by a slug of my favorite spirit. I relaxed and looked out at the scenic view of green fields and hills in the distance.

Aaaaaaaahhh … bliss!

I began to chill and relax, opening up the usual apps on my iPad. I was oblivious to the guy walking his dog down the road and heading towards my property. I was too engrossed on the arousing pics of sexy cigar men on Tumblr … no twinks on my pages; my likes and reblogs were generally of smokers older than my 39 years.

Fuck! loving this pic of two leather bears hungrily shotgunning a huge Asylum.

I knocked back my scotch and took a big drag on my cigar …

- ‘Hi there neighbor’

I looked up slightly startled from my tablet, but then pleased to see the handsome man with a black Labrador by his side, striding up my path

… and smoking a cigar!

- ‘Thought it was time I introduced myself, I’m Paul … Paul Davies and this is Max’

- ‘Hi Paul, no, my bad, I’ve made no effort to show face, so great to meet you, I’m Stuart MacKenzie but everyone calls me Mac’

As we chatted and puffed on our stogies, both of us checked out our different smokes.

- ‘Nice Oliva there Mac … this is a Padron’

There was mutual admiration of both fine cigars and we clearly enjoyed expressing our smoking knowledge.

I was delighted to meet this confident, stylish, and charming gentleman.

Paul, I guessed was in his early 50s, 6’ for sure and obviously in good shape.

Well groomed steel grey hair and a broad ‘porn star’ thick moustache, but darker than his hair color.

He wore black chinos, charcoal grey T, and a black leather bomber jacket.

There was strong eye contact between us, observing each other take another long draw on our cigars.

Just as I thought we were both being coy about our personal lives, Paul confirmed my gaydar …

- ‘My husband Grant and I need to have you over for drinks sometime … are you with anyone?’

And there it was, laid bare, I was the sad bastard living alone and no boyfriend … but my world, this evening, had undoubtedly improved from the depths of my earlier morose.

I wasn’t the only gay in the village.

- ‘No …’ I admitted, but gave no other details …

- ‘So where can I get a decent haircut Paul?’ … I blurted out, from apparently nowhere, but quickly changing the subject.

- ‘You need to go to Bill’s … he’s definitely your man … his shop sits on its own 4 miles south on the 36’

- ‘Oh I think I’ve seen that place … I thought it looked closed’

Paul placed the cigar on his lips and reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a phone.

- ‘He’s a good friend, I’ll give him a call …’

As I crouched down on the steps up to my porch, Paul turned away and Max bounced over to nuzzled up to me … he obviously liked the smell of cigars. As I patted and stroked the happy pooch, I was feeling so much better; watching the golden sun disappear slowly behind the grand hills. I took a good long draw on my cigar which I french inhaled and slowly exhaled in wonderful satisfaction.

There was obviously some serious chat going on between Paul and Bill, interspersed with some hilarity, as streams of cigar smoke were exhaled by my animated neighbor, high into the air.

Paul strode back up the path, puffing his cigar enthusiastically.

- ‘Right!… be there at 6:30 tomorrow evening’

I obviously didn’t get a say on the arrangement but in fact the time suited me.

- ‘Thanks Paul, I’m badly needing a cut’

We concluded our chat with warm goodbyes, hugs and some flamboyant cigar action, clearly amusing us both … a smoking bond had undoubtedly begun.

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My two big jobs today went smoothly. Baby pics for a happy couple, which is usually fraught with frustrations; new borns bawling whilst Mom and Dad bicker about the set up. It turned out to be a dream; a giggly wee boy and conciliatory parents.

This afternoon I’d a more formal shoot; a local engineering company promoting their management team. As I finished up I mentioned to the CEO that I was heading back to get a haircut at Bill’s, to which he said ‘oh enjoy … Bill’s the best’. As we shook hands his thumb gently stroked the back of my hand. We smiled at each other.

As I’d had a biggish lunch, I wasn’t hungry so I just popped home for a quick shower to cool down in this stifling weather and get a change of clothes. It was a relief to get out of the formal work stuff and into a pair of navy sports shorts and I quickly grabbed a black tank top from the mountainous ironing pile.

- ‘Phone … money … car keys’ … and I was out of there.

The barber shop wasn’t too far away yet I only had a vague recollection of it.

Once heading down the ‘36’ it all became more familiar and as I approached the barber’s I remembered the nondescript ‘box’ with mirrored windows - it still looked closed.

It was surrounded on three sides by tall pine trees, shading the uninviting and dilapidated building. The only indication that hair got cut there was an old red, white and blue barber’s pole, desperately in need of a fresh paint job. A car park was apparently at the back but I only found some gloomy rough ground with three vehicles already parked at varying angles … so there was actually life here!

I had uneasy feelings and I laughed nervously to myself as dark ‘Sweeney Todd’ thoughts entered my head … but I dismissed that I’d get my throat slashed.

As I approached the front door, seeing only my reflection, I still wasn’t 100% sure the shop was open, but as I pushed the door, it activated a buzzer and I was in.

Hey! This wasn’t so creepy, it was brightly lit inside.

- ‘Hi there Mac, in you come … take a seat’

It was obviously Bill and I was obviously expected … the guy was heavy built and maybe 5’10 like me, late 50s, probably early 60s? … bronzed, bald but with a grey trimmed beard.

Mmmm he’s sexy, I speedily decided.

- ‘Hi Bill, thanks’

The unexpected friendly welcome put me at ease and I sat down on the long bench seat by the front window, with a low table of magazines to negotiate around.

- ‘I’ve just got another guy to do and I’ll be with you Mac’

- ‘No worries, I’m in no hurry this evening’, I replied.

- ‘That’s good to hear Mac … make yourself comfortable’

It was only then I became fully aware of the other guy at the other end of the bench seat.

Staring at me and smiling.

He was sexy … fuck, all guys looked so hot to me in these days of drought.

Mind you, he WAS!

A bit of ‘rough’… about my age … this muscular, rugged guy with a thick reddish blond beard looked like he was straight off a construction site. With a day-glo orange hard hat by his side and open yellow hi-viz jacket he really wasn’t hard to miss; displaying his broad hairy chest and pert nipples. Below he wore a pair of faded denim cut-offs and a dusty pair of work boots. He had short hair and didn’t particularly look as if he needed a haircut … well as compared to me, with my mad mop.

- ‘Cigarette?’

He placed a Marlboro to his lips and offered me one from his pack

- ‘We can smoke here?’, I queried.

- ‘What d’ya think’ as the tanned muscle adonis nodded over to the barber smoking a pipe and his customer with a cigar in his hand, hanging down from the side of the chair.

- ‘Oh I like this place already’ I responded

He offered me a light and we both got our Reds going.

Fuck! He was an alluring smoker; his big smoking hand covered his mouth, hauling deep with snap inhales. Instinctively I attempted to match him as we started to chat briefly.

- ‘Virgin at Bill’s eh?’

- ‘Yeah first time’

That was about the extent of the short conversation, apart from mundane stuff about the weather and working in 100 degree heat. He then rose up and headed over towards the barber .

I hadn’t seen the cigar smoker leave, which seemed a bit odd but I had been distracted by ‘Mr Building Site’.

I looked over to Bill further down the shop; a flame was clearly firing up his pipe. There was a black decorative wrought iron grill between us, which created a barrier between the chair and my view. The cloud of smoke surrounding the two men excited me as I finished off my Red and stubbed it out in the large ashtray on the low table. In addition to a few cigarette butts it also had a couple of cigars smoked right down.

Passing the time, I perused well thumbed magazines in two piles; the usual sports titles, obligatory National Geographic and OH! … Cigar Aficionado, which I picked up and flicked through. There didn’t appear to be any new magazines and most were dog-eared and just about holding together after many years being thumbed. Most seemed to be at least 20 years old, plus. The cigar mag was an infamous 90s edition with a Tom Selleck feature; in his prime and great pics of him smoking cigars.

The second pile suddenly became more interesting … these were old gay mags … fuck! I probably bought some of these when they first came out …

Butt … Men … Blueboy … and of course my favorite Drummer. If they hadn’t been in such poor shape some of these may have been worth a few dollars. I was riveted on the vintage pics of hot guys for about 10 minutes, when suddenly I became aware of the deep voice, apparently repeating my name ..

- ‘MAC! … hey get your nose out of those guys’ asses’ he joked.

- ‘All ready for you Mac’

It struck me I’d not seen ‘Mr Building Site’ leave … surely I’d have heard the door buzzer so there must be a back door out to the parked cars.

- ‘Hi Bill … sorry I was absorbed by your fascinating pile of magazines’

Bill grinned as he ushered me over to the chair; laying his right hand on my shoulder, guiding me to my seat in front of the mirror.

It was still warm from the last guy, which was a quick thrill, recalling our fleeting chat.

It really was an unfussy and frankly shabby barber shop with little in aesthetics; a few photographs, randomly hung, of men sporting hairstyles from different eras … admittedly some with desirable beards. There was the possibility they were meant to be a homage to some golden age in hairdressing … but probably not.

The long mirror filled the whole length of the wall in front of me. The black and white monochrome color palette was stark in the fluorescent lighting.

It obviously was a shop where it basically did as the sign said … cut hair and nothing else fancy.

So let me just say again, Bill the barber was fucking hot … my kinda Daddy, sexy, rugged features and full of character.

I particularly like older men … it was probably a father figure thing. Maybe that’s the reason Steve and I ultimately didn’t click … he wasn’t Daddy enough for me.

My seductive hairdresser today was dressed in a pair of smart grey pants and black, short sleeved shirt, which exposed a lovely chest of ,silver grey hair from the unbuttoned open V, tanned furry arms and the hint of large nipples under the cotton material.

- ‘Right Mac … first things first … let me get this pipe going again’

It was a full bent pipe; a brown bowl and black stem … I know very little of pipes apart from what I see at my cigar store, but it clearly suited Bill; remaining close to his grey beard, by the side of his mouth.

The familiar aroma triggered a dormant memory, of my childhood barber who smoked a pipe whilst cutting my hair. It was, in hindsight, one of those moments from my youth which signposted that I liked men … masculine older men.

Actually when I think about it, that was one of the main reasons I’ve always loved going to a barber shop; being in the close company of men and having my hair cut.

- ‘Are you OK Mac?’

- No worries Bill I am very good, thanks’

Bill smiled as he puffed away on his pipe; wisps of smoke escaping his lips in regular intervals. A fragrant mist of captivating smoke began to surround us both. I preferred this earthy nutty pipe tobacco to some of the sweeter smells I know from other pipe smokers I know … I guessed it was a vintage traditional brand and it certainly gave me a warm nostalgic feeling; watching him and remembering.

A navy blue chair cloth was gathered up from the black Formica countertop; opened up and swung over my front. Bill secured it around my neck, quite firmly. I guess it’s a latent bondage thing; I loved that feeling of being under the control of the barber and him being in charge.

I was getting aroused.

We scrutinised each other in the mirror; Bill run his fingers through and pulled at my hair … either side of my head … shaking his head.

- ‘Well what the fuck am I going to do with this mess?’ … I assumed he was joking.

- ‘Yeah it’s been awhile …’

- ‘No worries son, I’m a fucking magician … leave it to me … let’s do a wash first’

I’d just envisaged a trim but I was happy to follow his orders and let him sort out the crazy mess.

Bill directed me over to a smaller chair by a white porcelain basin. Once sat, he guided my head backwards, supporting it into the curved cutout.

I gripped the arms of the chair turning my eyes upward to my ‘assassin’, exhaling his intoxicating pipe smoke in my direction. He pulled up a hose with a shower head from an opening by the basin and tested the water coming through until the temperature was to his liking. After soaking my hair, he pumped shampoo on to his palm and started to lather me up. Bill’s fingers ran through my hair, sensually fondling my head in circular motions. Ogling him, I instinctively inhaled the pipe smoke coming in my direction and my eyed closed as I luxuriated in his firm touch. I felt my cock react.

My hair was getting a thorough wash; his whole hands and fingers now massaging my scalp in a rougher manner but I encouraged it.

- ‘Oh that feels SO good Bill …’

My cock was getting harder and whilst I thought he was distracted I slipped my hand on my crotch under the cloth and casually rubbed myself with my right thumb, up and down repeatedly.

As Bill rinsed the suds away, I quietly and slowly unzipped my shorts, and with no underpants on, my cock sprung out and I let my thumb slide back and forth over the head, lubricated by pre cum.

Surely my barber knew what I was doing … had he knowingly initiated the situation, to arouse my lurking fetishes? He remained silent, making no comment and apparently allowing me to fulfil my fantasy, whilst keeping up the onslaught of amazing pipe smoke.

- ‘Did you say something Son?’

I’d inadvertently released a breathy moan.

- ‘ Eh … err no Bill … no’

My response was a bit pathetic and it seemed he was bemused by my reply.

Increasingly, I suspected the barber was playing with my emotions and teasing me in an affectionate way. A sly wink only confirmed my suspicions of the sexy man.

A white towel was lifted and wrapped around my head to dry off my wet hair.

His strong fingers resumed the physical attack on my scalp; pummelling my head back and forth. This only aroused me more in my constrained situation with the dominant Daddy totally in command.

Fuck, I was loving this.

- ‘Back over to the chair Mac’

I got up and tried, somewhat obviously, to hold the blue cloth out slightly, to avoid it profiling my erect penis. Once seated, I reorganised the cloth over my crotch.

With his pipe needing attention, Bill fired up his lighter again and clouds of smoke surrounded us again. My focus fixed on the creamy white smoke, snapped back and nose jetted all over my greedy senses.

- ‘Oh that’s fucking beautiful’ I let out without a thought.

My hand covered my erect cock to ostensibly avoiding the chair cloth becoming tented but the damage was done and a dark damp stain marked the spot of my pulsing penis.

- ‘Get more comfortable Mac … slip off your shorts’

He knew exactly what I desired and there was no awkwardness about the extraordinary suggestion. I lifted myself up, holding the chair arms, unbuttoned and let my shorts fall to my ankles, then kicked them off to the floor.

‘Oh yes Bill’ … I practically exhaled in relief.

Back on the main chair, allowed me to look directly into the mirror at the barber ‘barbarian’, as Bill picked out his weapon of choice … a particularly sharp ended pair of scissors. He made a few ‘practice’ cutting actions with his thumb and first finger. I suddenly had a vivid recollection of my childhood barber demanding I “keep my head at peace or he’d snip my ear off.”

Bill’s work station was very organised and fully equipped; combs, clippers, straight razor (I’m keeping my eye on that!), lots of different scissors, spray bottle, cleaning brush and a stack of white towels (he’ll need them, of course, to clean up my pool of blood).

With a clear view of Bill smoking his beautiful pipe, I watched him intently as he started combing through the length of my damp hair and snipping away along the comb. The tobacco burned brightly and he drew the smoke in regular bursts, as the attractive bent pipe remained clamped to the side of his mouth. The pipe was totally part of him and I was mesmerised watching his dexterity smoking and cutting.

I had given up trying to cover my erection and the chair cloth draped over me clearly showed my arousal; a distinct twitching pole and wet patch. I continued to boldly massage my penis head, enjoying the wonderful sensation.

Bill came around in front of me and squatted slightly to cut my fringe. We were eyeball to eyeball and my heart beat quickened in our close proximity … the heat, smoke and aroma from his burning pipe only exciting my cock more. Before he rose up I felt his hand slide up my bare thigh. I released my cock and let him have a quick gentle fondle along the shaft of my dripping penis with his fingertips.

My head tipped back, inhaled more pipe smoke and my eyelids closed.

… I clearly let out a long, deep sigh.

- ‘Thank you Daddy’

The word Daddy was out before I could even think to take it back.

- ‘Good Boy!’

We both paused a moment gazing directly at each other … this was real, it wasn’t any kind of daydream … there was definite, sexual tension building.

Bill appeared to be finishing off; checking his handiwork, combing, snipping and rechecking. He then reached for a small round brush and a hairdryer lying to my right on a shelf. It was already plugged into a wall socket. As the hot air blew through my hair, Bill used the brush to give more volume to my smart hairdo.

- ‘We need to deal with this beard, though it’s not too bad really… it just needs taming’

His next weapon from his arsenal was an electric beard trimmer. He selected an appropriate setting and switched on. It looked a bit worn and antiquated so I pondered if I was to be electrocuted. It started to buzz loudly and Bill worked methodically over my furry face.

The constant heavy vibration from the clippers was doing great things for me … my hand gripped my cock again and gave it a few tugs. I was now in closer contact with Bill’s pipe, as his strong hands manoeuvred my head to the best position. He squatted down in line with my face and as he took a moment to look the results over in the mirror, I found the pipe stem close to my lips. Our furry cheeks connected and spontaneously I let my lips part, offering an opportunity and I duly found the pipe slipped over my lips.

- ‘ Take a good long draw Son’

… which I did and instinctively french inhaled a steady stream of smoke up my nostrils; inhaling it, tasting it and releasing it from my mouth, as I still clenched the stem. My hand continued to slowly work my swollen cock.

- ‘Wow Bill … thanks’

- ‘You’re an natural Mac’

Bill retrieved his pipe and returned it to the right side of his mouth, as he removed the guard on the shaver and neatly trimmed my moustache.

We both looked together into the large mirror.

- ‘I guess that’s how you expected it to look Son?’

It was a slightly strange question … yes, it was a great haircut; very smart and I’m sure more presentable to my clients at work.

- ‘You want more Son, don’t you.’ … it was said as a statement of fact rather than a question.

- ‘Daddy knows a dirty boy when he sees one and it’s not enough … is it Son?’

Still working my hard cock, I was getting off on Bill challenging my fantasy.

No one had ever spoken to me like this.

Did I want more? Did I have other fantasies? Well maybe

- ‘Maybe Paul and Grant can help jog your memory … they’ve been watching you from behind this two way mirror.’

I gave the barber an incredulous look; fleetingly feeling abuse but just as quick turning to titillation. I’d always daydreamed about this happening whilst getting my hair done. A fantasy of men watching me, discretely behind the barber’s mirror, as I jack off … and this was real.

My sexy neighbors - the cigar man and his husband - ‘Mr Building Site’, emerged from a side door … both grinning broadly and smoking big dark cigars.

The same large Padron 7000 maduro cigars that Paul was smoking last night.

- ‘Hi Paul … thanks for recommending this place … hi Grant …’

They both tumbled down together onto a large black leather sofa behind me. Paul’s arm around his husband’s shoulder; they came together and kissed passionately before drawing on their cigars again. Paul called out …

- ‘So Mac, is your big cock satisfied yet … eh? …. NO!! … oh you’re a VERY naughty boy … and jacking off in a public place too’

I feigned shock, like a schoolboy caught smoking in the toilets by the headmaster … then smirking, I played up to Paul’s mock outrage.

Bill turned back to the counter and opened up a wooden box. It was filled with cigars and he displayed the contents of beautiful sticks to me.

- ‘Padron 7000, Sir?’ my barber suddenly transformed into servant mode.

- ‘Let me prepare it for you Sir’

Frankly, Bill was taking the piss with me but proceeded to cut my cigar, toast it with a lighter and then presented to me in both palms.

- ‘Thank you my man’ I replied, adopting the role of master, taking the cigar on to my lips and accepting the flame from my servant’s lighter. Drawing repeatedly until I was satisfied I had it going, surrounding the barber and me in a delicious smoky mist.

Paul and Grant continued to wrestle on the sofa; kissing and sharing smoke. Clothes were being loosened; Paul had already unzipped Grant and his hand inside hubby’s shorts. They appeared to be in their own world, leaving Bill and I focusing on each other.

I was enjoying the fantastic cigar and totally relaxed, revelling in the amazing scene. As I gazed at the gorgeous barber puffing his pipe, I let my tongue lick my bottom lip before taking another draw on my tasty Padron.

Unexpectedly the barber unzipped his pants and pulled out a massive uncut cock. Fuck, it must have been at least 8” and thick. The one eyed beast rose up, as I hauled on my big dark stick and I let the slippery serpent slide into my mouth, bathing Bill’s huge cock in my smoke and I commenced licking and sucking up and down his beer can dick. As I came up for breath, I looked deep into his soul and exclaimed

- Oh Daddy! … fuck yeah, it’s beautiful…’

My right hand continued wanking my engorged cock, now leaking profusely and took another long slow draw on my cigar. Bill lifted up another pipe lying on the counter, pre-filled and began firing it up, whilst his hips danced back and forth against my face. Upon a quick glance I recognised the Boswell style, with a large bowl. I stretched out by the left side of the chair to get more cock but Bill was already holding my head and guiding my mouth, as he really started to work his huge penis aggressively and puffing furiously on the outsized pipe, producing copious amounts of smoke. My expertise took him without gagging … it was the best cock I’d had in weeks … months and I was voracious for all I was given by the barber. Sweat was dripping from my brow as my throat massage continued, cheered on by the distracted Paul and Grant, loving the salacious show.

- ‘You hot sexy cocksucker!’

Just as I was ‘applauding’ my technique, Bill’s thrusts increasingly became more powerful and as I briefly looked up; his bull eyes were intense, his face flushed and smoke poured from his nostrils; face fucking me, zoned out, using me simply for his selfish pleasure … and I gave my all, enthusiastically, to the true master. I was now oblivious to my cigar that had been smouldering in my right hand and it fell to the floor, as my body was repeated thrown back against the chair back.

Bill rammed his almost purple cock deeper down my gullet but then eased off and pulled out. I was left unfulfilled at the sudden stop to proceedings.

My smouldering Padron was picked up and Bill slipped it back over my lips. I drew again and again until it sprung back to life. I closed my eyes and savored the joy from my smoke and elation of what just happened. It WAS fantastic.

- ‘So is that it Son?’

The commanding barber stood over me, giving me domineering stare.

- ‘what do you REALLY want Son?

The barber’s demands were quite intimidating. I hadn’t expected any of this.

As I tried to make sense of the situation, I pulled at the navy chair cloth, wriggling my neck free and dragged the material away from my body and dumped it to the floor.

My cock was now exposed; erect and solid, my foreskin pulled back taut and moist … pre-cum running down the shaft.

- ‘Daddy! … I wanna be fucked!’

- ‘… and who do you want to be fucked by Son?

Looking into the mirror, I looked at each of the sexy men and pointed at each one individually …

- ‘ I want to be fucked by YOU, by YOU and by YOU’

Paul and Grant smiled and rose up from the sofa, stripping off their remaining clothes as they approached the barber chair. Two stunning masculine naked bodies, smoking dark maduro cigars, coming towards me.

Bill turned the chair away from the mirror and I realised he too was naked now. He turned back to find his lighter and relit his big Boswell. Paul and Grant may have had the perfect bodies but for me it was Bill that I wanted the most; still muscular but I love a big hairy belly and his big nips just had me drooling.

The barber had brought out suppressed feelings and desires.

Bold now, I placed the cigar back in my mouth, it was soon burning bright and I beckoned the three men, with both hands provocatively.

- ‘C’mon ya hot fuckers … take my hole!’

I spread my legs, raising them and resting each thigh over the arm rests exposing my ass. Bill fiddled about with the chair and it fell backwards to the perfect angle as I shimmied on the seat finding the best position. As I wondered how I was going to maintain this awkward posture, before I knew it, Paul and Bill had grabbed a leg each, supporting me as I saw Grant using some lube on his erect cock.

With a great smoke in my mouth, I firmly gripped each side of the chair and braced for Grant’s assault on my hole.

- ‘Take me, Fucker!!’

- ‘Happy to oblige Bro’

The building site bull took a firm grip of my thighs and thrust his cock into my hungry hole without ceremony. There was to be no foreplay as he pounded my ass relentlessly. Smoke released from his flared nostrils in a steady stream.

It was fucking awesome.

As my body shuddered from the repeated blows, Bill picked up a pair of scissors and pulling at the cloth of my black tank top and cut two rough circular holes around my proud nipples. With Grant’s penis continually ramming up my hole and banging against my prostate, Bill started torturing my tits with his fingernails; squeezing, pulling and flicking them, whilst bathing them in his pipe smoke. Paul realised my open mouth was an easy target for his cock and stuffed it in forcibly, causing my cigar to fall again from my hand to the floor. This was followed by Bill rubbing the rough surface of his smoky Boswell bowl against my raw sore nipples … my cock was dancing in delight.

It was near impossible to get my hand on my cock and this merely intensified all my senses.

Just as I was thinking there was no stopping Grant’s engine, he gave a brief grunt and grabbed both my legs with greater intensity, as I felt waves of warm cum fill my hole. My head fell back instinctively.

- ‘Thanks mate, I really needed that’

- ‘You’re a hot fuck Mac’

Grant retreated back to the sofa to enjoy the rest of his cigar, falling heavily onto the soft black leather. I raised my feet on to the chair seat, recovering from the onslaught.

- ‘No rest for the wicked, pal!’

Paul instructed me to turn around and kneel on the chair seat facing the mirror. This was a more comfortable position for me and I could now see everything that was going on. I rested my hands on the back of the chair and as I looked at our reflections, I attempted to give Paul his best line of attack. However, he’d decided his cigar was finished, dropped the butt to the ash strewn floor and picked out a fresh Padron from the box.

Bill held my head steadfastly with both strong hands, pulled me forward, as he bent down … and we kissed. Our tongues wrestling, tasting each other, pulling and biting lips, beards rubbing … I wanted him so badly.

We parted and Bill challenged me again.

- ‘So what d’ya REALLY think about the haircut Son?’

I paused and stared at the barber … do I keep him sweet or be honest.

He gave me a reassuring look that told me to go with my true feelings.

This was not a night for holding back my emotions.

- ‘I don’t hate it but it doesn’t feel right … sorry’

- ‘I know Son, Daddy’s going to fix it’

Paul had prepared his fresh maduro cigar and fired it up, passing the lighter to Bill, who got his Boswell going once more. I was soon surrounded again with the smoky aromatic combination of both tobaccos. My craving for my own cigar matched my need for these men but it would have to wait.

As the cigar man gripped my shoulders from behind, Bill retrieved the electric clippers. Held down firmly in Paul’s hands, the barber switched on and commenced shaving my head without the guard. As great clumps of hair fell around me, Paul entered me.

Unlike Grant, he worked my ass in long deliberate drives, I could feel the full length of his great penis move in and out. It was a fantastic fuck and as the barber transformed me, I knew this was exactly what I wanted.

The mirror provided my big widescreen for all the drama. It had turned out less bloody slasher horror and more frenzied tag team sports flick. Paul quickened his rhythm tightening his hold on me … his cigar burning brightly … both of us grunting In unison until I felt him tense and his cum shot into me.

- ‘Great fuck Mac’ Paul whispered in a deep drawl.

The cigar man rubbed my back affectionately and kissed the back of my neck before pulling out and joining Grant on the sofa. They started to 69 and lick clean each others cocks.

Bill continue going over my head with an electric shaver from all directions until he was satisfied and announced …

- ‘Hey Sexy!!’

- ‘Oh yes, thanks Bill’

- ‘We’ll do that the old fashioned way the next time’ brandishing the straight razor

Two fucks and two haircuts in the space of an hour … now that had never happened before!

I looked at my ‘new me’ in the big mirror … fuck! It was a sexy look … my shaved head just accentuated my thick brown beard.

Bill stood behind me and took hold of what was left of my black tank top. He pulled it up and as I raised my arms, he simply ripped it apart from my body and threw it to the floor … leaving me completely naked. He tweaked my nipples.

- ‘I like you Mac … I like you a lot’

My cock sprung up erect and hard … there was no doubting my reaction to Bill’s announcement. Big DaddyBear arms hugged me from behind and quickly we found each other’s lips. He tasted so good. I twisted around to meet him full on … our strong desire for each other was obvious as our tongues wrestled in each other’s mouths.

- ‘GET A FUCKING ROOM!’ bawled Paul laughing

My neighbors took the hint …

- ‘We’ll get our stuff together through the back room and leave you two … that was fucking awesome boys … see you soon Mac’

- ‘No Paul, thank YOU … thanks Grant’

- ‘… Hey! come over for lunch tomorrow Mac … I want a full debrief … umm I’ll set two spaces’ the cigar man winked.

The two sexy men came over and kissed both Bill and me, with Grant taking a cheeky tug on my cock and Paul twisted my left nipple, then departed via the side door from which the had emerged earlier.

The barber took me by the hand, guiding me from the seat to the leather sofa. I lay on my back and Bill straddled me. For a few moments we just gazed at each other, lustfully.

- ‘I like you Bill … I like you a lot’

My DaddyBear was on top of me and our bodies were soon writhing around the sofa.

All our senses working overtime … this was ecstasy.

Bill dominated proceedings and soon had me on my front and clinging onto the sofa arm as I could hear him lube his huge cock …

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THREE fucks and two haircuts in the space of two hours … now that had never happened before!

- ‘So Bill, I forgot to ask … what do I owe you for my haircuts?’

- ‘No charge Son … just something for the weekend’ he winked

[doctorofmagic]

hey, I don't know if you've been asked about this, I apologize if you have, but I was wondering about the whole "dreams are just things that happen to alternate versions of you" in MOM. Is it like that in the comics, and doesn't that erase nightmare a little bit? I mean they could pull "oh dreams and nightmares are different" but right after america tells them that wong is like "that NIGHTMARE of me running from a clown" and she's like "that happened somewhere in the multiverse."

Greetings! And of course, I don't remember if anyone asked me about this before, but it's perfectly fine!

Honestly? The concept feels very wrong to me, and you're absolutely right to assume that it undermines Nightmare. One thing ATSV has done it right is offer the many possibilities of alternate versions. In that scenario, you can 100% assume there's a world where Wong is fighting clowns (comic-wise, Stephen has done it, and it WAS because of Nightmare).

(From Doctor Strange v4 #13)

Heck, you can even imagine a world where everyone IS a clown, why not? We got Lego-verse, plushie-verse, car-verse, you can have it all.

But mostly, Nightmare is an important entity that was born along with humanity's dreams. I can't say for sure, but maaaaaybe (and it's a huge maybe) this idea came from the 616 Spider-verse event, in which Miguel starts feeling that his alt versions are being killed.

From Spider-Man 2099 #5 (2014) (for my followers on twt: See? my binge-reading was worth it!)

Anyway, MoM WISHES it could be a good introduction to the multiverse but it failed on so many levels, I just can't. And to think that Nightmare was meant to be adapted not once but twice (if you count del Toro and Gaiman's idea, as well as Scott's...)

One day, I pray, one day.

#how can the sorcerer supreme be of assistance? #ask #doctor strange #stephen strange #nightmare #dsitmom #i slipped miguel here mostly bc i'm obsessed but also it fits the context so it's a win/win situation for me 'nuff said #mcu #marvel comics

[quietgalcoasterss]

My Rides on Kingda Ka

As of right now, I've ridden Kingda Ka at Great Adventure 3 times. I love this thing to death, even if she breaks down a fair amount. But I like to think that she just gets nervous when big crowds come in and the ride ops have to give her a bit to calm down before working again. You go girl :p

Before I discuss my rides on Kingda, lemme tell you about the time I just missed it. It was the first trip I went on this past summer with my dad, in which I got over my coaster fear for good. I was intentionally saving Kingda Ka for last, as I saw her as the most thrilling ride in the park. I had just gotten off El Toro, and figured Kingda was next on the list. We walked over to the Golden Kingdom, and at the time we did not know about the pathway between the Golden Kingdom and Plaza del Carnival, making back-to-back rides on Toro and Kingda way easier. So we ended up walking all around the park, unsurprisingly exhausting us.

As we made the voyage over, seeing Kingda lurking in the distance unsurprisingly excited me and gave me butterflies in my stomach. She be a big coaster; Great Adventure locals will understand how it feels to not only see her rising far out of the tree line during the drive, but being able to get up close in the parking lot. And Kingda Ka is LOUD: you can't hear it throughout the park since there's a lotta coasters that make some noise (Nitro, Superman Ultimate Flight, Medusa, El Toro etc), but when you're up close to her she roars. Fortunately, I'd been seeing trains go over the top hat all day-especially in the loooong line of Superman-so I knew she wasn't closed for the day.

We finally arrived at the entrance. Kingda Ka stood reaching into the sky. It was a particularly cloudy day. I handed my stuff over to my dad, raced for the gate, and...

she was closed for maintenance.

At this point, my dad and I were both too exhausted to wait around for her to come back online, so we decided to just head back over to Medusa so I could get one last ride on her. And hey, Medusa's a solid floorless coaster: smooth as glass and really nice colors for brownie points. But lemme tell you how I felt as we got back into the car, and sure enough a train was going over Kingda Ka's top hat. I guess I would have been bitter, but I was tired, thirsty and I still had an awesome day in the end, even if I missed out on the tallest coaster in the world. But I would be back soon. Very soon.

Few weeks later, I was back in Great Adventure, just a few days before I would leave for college. But I wasn't just here to have a fun day. I was here to conquer Kingda Ka for good. But first I warmed up with a ride on Medusa. Weeeeeeeee :3 \o/

Once I got off, I immediately gunned for Kingda Ka. Sure enough, she was closed yet again for maintenance. But I wasn't leaving: I put my stuff in a locker and I got comfy outside the gated-off entrance. I don't know how long I waited, maybe around 15 minutes, but I kept myself busy by listening to the staff tell people coming by that she's not sure when the ride will reopen. I do wish there were at least some benches nearby the entrance; Kingda goes down a lot, so it'd be neat to have to seat on the ground or lean against the fence. Not an earth-shattering issue though, just something you notice while you're waiting for a roller coaster to reopen in 85 F and 80% humidity with no idea of how long you've been waiting. You think some crazy stuff man.

Finally, the staff member got the all-clear from the station, and the chain was lifted. I zoomed into the queue, and fortunately there was almost no line. As far as I'm aware, Kingda Ka's queue seems to work in two parts. The first spans from the entrance and throughout much of the zig-zaggy barriers, while the second goes from the end of the last zig-zags to the station. I'm guessing that ride ops only want a certain amount of people in the station at a time, just in case Kingda goes down and they don't want crowds of people waiting around. So once the station starts to empty, they tell the ops dividing the queue to let more folks in. The first half was pretty much completely empty, and I ran all the way to the station. And lemme tell you, the ride ops operating Kingda Ka that day were stellar. I know Six Flags ops have a reputation for being pretty lazy, but that is not the case for Great Adventure. So far through my two recent visits, I don't think I've ever seen an objectively bad or even lazy crew operating a ride. I guess if I had to pick one that was bad, I guess it would be Green Lantern, since they seemed a little more bored than usual. But even then, they weren't half-assing or anything, they were still very much on top of things. And Kingda Ka's crew on that day was perhaps the best example of all. Whenever a train pulled back into the station, they began encouraging people to quickly unbuckle and prepare to get out and going to not stall the line. But they weren't forceful or rude: they had this perfect blend of strong encouragement and energy that got the next batch of riders hyped. It was awesome. I really hope that Great Adventure keeps up what they're doing with their ops, it makes me so happy seeing my home park doing so well in regards that their company is known to lack in.

Finally, I got into my seat and lowered my restraints: row 3, left seat. And lemme tell you, I was getting nervous. My coaster fear might have been slain, but that did not stop the anxiety over riding a hydraulic launch coaster. The train left the station, and stopped over the catch car. Staring at Kingda Ka's top hat from the parking lot is one thing. Staring down the top hat while in a train is a whoooooole other thing. Even now, having gone over it 3 times, I still get antsy over just the anticipation. A number like 456 feet (139 meters) can feel not as large when comparing tall coasters. And I know, Kingda's currently the tallest in the world. But in a world full of Top Thrill 2's, Intimidator 305's, Red Force's and Fury 325's, that number can still become numb, even if it's still the tallest. But when you're actually facing it down? It aaaaaaall comes back as to just how big a strata coaster really is. And it is scary. Fun, but scary.

I wasn't staring Kingda down for long, as my train ended up quickly hooking onto the catch car, followed by the brakes lowering. I wanna say that it's about 3 seconds from the loud click of the catch car to the launch slingshotting you off. But it somehow feels like a thousand years and an instant at the same time. My point is: Kingda Ka is fast. And it feels fucking amazing. It feels AMAZING!!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!!!! I MUST'VE BEEN GIGGLING FOR LIKE 2 MINUTES STRAIGHT AFTER GETTING OFF AND I TOLD MY FRIENDS OVER DISCORD JUST HOW AWESOME IT WAS AND IT SURPASSED MY EXPECTATIONS SO MUCH!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE KINGDA KA SO MUCH!!!! AND IT'S SMOOTH!!!! IT ISN'T GLASS SMOOTH BUT IT IS SURE AS HELL NOT CLOSE TO BUMPY OR RATTLEY OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT!!! WHY DO THOOSIES SAY KINGDA KA IS ROUGH???? I DON'T GET IT!!!! DO THEY HATE FUN???

So yea Kingda Ka is awesome :3 But I wasn't done with her just yet for that day. After hopping off I got some rides on Superman, Nitro, Jersey Devil and of course several on El Toro. The bull demands my soul and I shall answer. I am the bull's servant. But then I was feeling some more Kingda Ka. And sure enough, I now knew about the pathway between Golden Kingdom and Plaza del Carnival, so it was a way shorter walk. And hey, turns out Great Adventure has a few animal exhibits along the path. That was neat seeing some turtles :>

Fortunately, Kingda had been operating pretty smoothly all day. Unfortunately, that meant a line had formed. I think while waiting in line she also briefly went down as well, but you can't win all of em lol. So I ended up sitting in queue for a while. But we all knew that she was awake yet again once we heard trains firing off through the bamboo, and sure enough the line started moving again. It was while I was approaching the station that after hearing another train firing off, and I saw this girl look at her friend next to her with an expression of "how did you convince me to get in this line what is wrong with you".

Also can I just say that I love how you can hear Kingda Ka's launches through the bamboo, but you can't see it all too well? It's so cooooooooool. I know it's not the same as what OG Top Thrill Dragster did with the bleachers, lights and audio, but it's still so neat. I love little details like that: it makes Kingda feel like she's part of the bamboo forest. Even if you can see it all from the parking lot but it is what it is lol.

I sat in the same seat and row as before; it's just a nice seat. Not front row but still up close to the front. Ride was just as amazing as before, but after I got off something timely happened. As I was exiting the station and returning to the entrance, it started to rain. When it rains, the ride ops close Kingda Ka until the storm passes, since it's apparently pretty painful going that high up in the rain. So imagine my face when only a minute or so after I went over the top hat, they had to close Kingda lmfao.

I waited out the rain by grabbing some fries, albeit I still got a little wet and I forgot my rain jacket. Once the storm passed, Nitro and Medusa both unfortunately closed for maintenance: Nitro for presumably something caused by the rain, and Medusa for issues with one of the trains. But hey it wasn't a big loss: I got another ride on El Toro :3

But I figured to end the day with one last ride on Kingda Ka. The line was a little better from last time, and I sat in the same row. But another single rider asked if he could have the left seat, which I was fine with. And y'know what this man did? He put his hands up on the launch. I'm more than fine with putting my arms up on most coasters. I'm looking at you Nitro :>. But Kingda Ka's launch? Hell nah. After going over the top hat then sure hell yea. But even the ride itself tells you "Arms down. Head back. Hold on!" right before the launch. Apparently the wind hurts with your arms up at a speed like that! So yea, god bless that man's soul, hope his arm's are ok too.

So as of right now, those are my 3 rides on Kingda Ka. I love this beast to death, and I hope Great Adventure keeps her hydraulic launch for as long as possible. What happened to that guest with Top Thrill Dragster was tragic, and hopefully something like that never happens again. And hell, I'm pumped af for Top Thrill 2, it looks amazing. But what Kingda Ka does is special. It might not be the only hydraulic launch coaster in the world, but it is now the only remaining hydraulic launch strata coaster. And Intamin doesn't manufacture the hydraulic launch anymore on account of its inefficiency and cost. So for now, stay strong Kingda, you deserve just as much love as OG TTD did in its heyday. And next time, I'll go front row :>

#six flags #six flags great adventure #kingda ka #roller coaster #roller coaster enthusiast #thoosie

[pianostarinwonderland]

I kinda hope they go into more depth on the Draconia family in chapter 7, and I’m hoping Malleus’ grandma isn’t “neglectful” of her grandson, with her duties and what not (tho it might be implied kinda like with Kalim). We know chapter 7 is gonna be tackling themes like family, grief, death and the impermanence of things, but the twst team has so much room for angst with any of these themes. Like I can’t imagine the pain grandma Draconian went through when her only son died (at least I’m assuming the previous king was her son), leaving her a grandson on top of resuming her role as the queen and again, it wouldn’t be far fetched to say she swamped herself with her duties to cope with the grief. It’s possible that Lilia saw this and took it upon himself to raise Malleus for most of his life. Though, Malleus seems to have a positive relationship with his grandma so maybe it wasn’t that bad.

But with the theme of death, I just watched the new Pinocchio movie by Guillermo del toro and I would totally recommend you watch it if you haven’t already, and all I’ll say is that it ends on a pretty depressing note. And if chapter 7 dives into themes of death and grieving, then the only outcome is that Malleus has to accept that things don’t last; that everyone around him, Silver, Sebek, Lilia will eventually leave and he will be left until he’s gone too.

This ask made me remember a very old Maleficent fanfic on FF.net I read when I was in my live action Maleficent phase. Essentially, it was about Maleficent watching all her loved ones grow old as she remains the same. Aurora was her beloved friend and kind of a daughter of sorts. Diavolo was her beloved pet raven. But one line in that fic said that Maleficent could no longer remember the exact shade of Aurora's blue eyes or the exact timbre of Diavolo's voice. And that still resonates with me from how quiet and heartbreaking it is.

I really want them to go in depth with the Draconia family too! Same with you, I want to think that she really doesn't intend to neglect Malleus and just got swamped with her duties as queen. Malleus did say in chapter 7 that he was upset when his grandma couldn't join him for dinner last minute. It seemed to imply that they planned it ahead, so grandma Draconia really tried to be with her grandson. Using work to cope with the guilt of losing her child, though... ;u; that's very possible. And tragic, so tragic. It's a good thing Lilia was always there with him. But it still didn't change the fact that he's lonely.

The way that they're taking the curse is really really interesting. You have Silver, who may have the movie's curse. In a way, Malleus' whole not getting invited schtick might be a curse in of itself. But I also want to talk about one other part of Aurora's curse that's related to the idea of accepting the evanescence of this world. Live action Maleficent made her curse in a way that "no power on earth can break this curse". And she tried to break this curse on Aurora later on, only for those same words to haunt her. She may not have been the afflicted one, but the curse affected her anyway in the sense that she could lose Aurora to it.

Malleus has always been revered for his power, but he even says in chapter 7 that no matter how powerful he is, he can't keep the people he cares about in his life. In a way, it's similar to how Maleficent ended up being affected by Aurora's curse. The people he cares about will end up sleeping permanently... and all Malleus can do is watch until his time comes. And in a world where true love's kiss doesn't exist like in fairy tales, the idea that Malleus has to accept that things will not last and he has to say goodbye someday is probably what's going to be the ending lesson. Aurora may have woken up at the end of the movie... but it won't prevent her from dying someday.

#walangforever :)

Also, I heard that Pinocchio movie was good! Haven't gotten around to watch it, but hey, maybe one day I will. If I can bring myself to .-. I'm not a movie person hahaha

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[louscartridge]

hey! can i request a ray toro x fem!reader?

ray is like inlove with y/n and tries so hard to hide it but one night after a show (y/ns in the band) he finds her alone and decides to go for it? really sweet and fluffy plsplsols

im SO SORRY that this took like a month for me to write omg wtf

cw- kinda nothing 

“we wanna thank you guys so much for coming out. thanks for helping out, and uh- this is gonna be the last talk, there’s not gonna be an encore, this is it. so i wanna thank you all very much. from the bottom of our hearts. we hope you had a great time, we had an amazing time being here. thank you.” gerard manages to say to the audience breathlessly.   if it weren’t for the mic stand he was leaning on he would probably be collapsed on the floor like frank.

you use gerard’s speech as an opportunity to take a break and get another bottle of water backstage.

before getting up you look at mikey, who was walking around. he was close to you so you poke him with one of your drum sticks. he looks at you with raised eyebrows and you point to backstage and make a drinking motion with your hand.

he immediately shakes his head yes, so you set down the two drumsticks on the floor. you get up from behind gerard and walk over to the left where ray is.

ray puts his arm up to your middle stopping you. “where are you going?” he shouts over the crowd and gerard.

“just backstage to get another water!” you shout back as ray starts to slowly lower his arm.

“oh ok!” he says his arm now by his side again but he still stands close to you.

almost as soon as you start walking again he grabs your arm, hand sliding down to your wrist.

“yes?” you question, just wanting to get some more water before you pass out onstage.

“can i come with you?”

“yeah? if you want”

you start walking backstage, the crowd no longer visible from the curtain hanging beside you. the security and a few other people move out of the way for you guys to go through.

you go to take out your earpiece but your arm feels heavier than usual.

‘he didnt let go of my hand? why didnt he let go? hell, why didn’t i notice?’ you think to yourself.

you assume he had realised the same thing since he quickly let go and put his hands in the pockets of his jeans, chuckling nervously.

“why did you wanna come with me anyway? im not doing anything interesting. just getting water”

“oh. uh- i’m not really sure?”

you grab a bottle from the small table backstage, opening it immediately and drinking the cool water down quickly. it gives him time to think, to decide what he wants to say.

“yeah i really don’t know....” he hums and stands awkwardly next to you.

“do you know what time it is?” you ask, and the humming abruptly stops.

“uhh probably around ten? late nine?”

“okay, ‘cause i have a friend who lives here and we wanted to meet up and go somewhere, hang out for a bit, but we never set a time because things like this can be a bit unpredictable” you explain, laughing slightly at the end.

“friend?” ray slowly asked, inching closer to you.

you hum in response, taking a sip of your water again.

“yeah”

“what friend? do i know this friend?” he continued.

“why are you asking so many questions?” you scoff.

ray’s eyes rush to look away from you. “well- i mean- you dont have to answer then, i was just… wondering.” he stutters.

“i’m joking. yes you do know them.” you say calmly, not answering his first question and just teasing him.

“and their name is..?”

“are you jealous ray?” you respond, turning to face him head-on.

“why would i be jealous? i don’t have a reason to be jealous, i just want you to be safe.”

“it’s okay if you like me you know… i like you too. i can drop that other person. they suck anyway.”

his eyes widened.

“oh… no, no i don’t wanna ruin anything.”

you could tell he was having a hard time speaking, his eyes darting around, looking everywhere but you. laughing quietly, you turn and walk back over to the table.

god did ray love that laugh.

“with alex? you couldn’t ruin anything with her. she’s been begging me to ask you out for months now!” you stomp and roll your eyes.

ray let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, his entire body relaxing with it. “you could’ve just said it was alex!”

“yeahhh well i didn’t, so!” your words fill the uncomfortable, awkward silence.

luckily ray breaks the tension after you say that.

“i, uhh.. i think gerard’s almost done so we should get back out.”

“yeah probably.”

ray nods and turns around and goes to walk up the slightly slanted floor, back to the stage.

“wait!” you yell to ray a lot louder than you meant to.

“yes?” he turns back to you, confused.

he barely even notices the tears glittering in your eyes as you quickly walk over to him, terrified that what you’re about to do won’t go well.

you could kiss him, yes, but what if he didn’t kiss you back?

grabbing his same hand that had grabbed yours earlier, you pull him closer to you and lock your lips with his. it was a soft and gentle kiss, passionate but still careful.

you tried not to move until you felt that he was kissing you back. you closed your eyes in relief and his hands come up to your cheeks.

both of you pull away after a moment, needing air, completely unable to tear your eyes away from eachother.

your eyes glance down.

“oh shit!” you suddenly exclaim, a little too loudly, making his eyes go wide.

“what?!” he questions, panicking.

“you didn’t turn off your microphone did you?” you said, pointing to the microphone that was clipped onto his black shirt.

“oh shit.”

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[your-averagewriter]

I THINK THIS IS WHERE I REQUEST SO IVE JUST HAD AN AMAZING IDEA. So, Gerard x reader. This could go two ways. Way number 1- reader and Gerard hate each other, or way number 2- reader and Gerard are dating. So the reader is messing around with Gerard or he’s annoyed at the reader and he gets really close to the reader and the reader just moans. Like on accident they moan at him. And they’re both in shock and reader locks themselves in their room and one of the other band members comes in somehow and are like ‘it’s okay, also Gerard wants to see you’ for way number 1- Reader comes to see gerard and makes out with reader or for way 2- gerard is like ‘it’s okay, don’t be embarrassed’ and they’re just in love cutely. I hope this wasn’t confusing (but i know it was).

Summary: Gerard hates (y/n) who is Ray Toro’s sibling, after a while, they get annoyed with the constant insults and the rest so they decide to hate him back. They annoy Gerard afterwards for months, back and forth bickering until Gerard accidentally makes them moan leading to confessions from the both of them.

Enemies to lovers, Gerard Way x gender neutral!reader

Warnings: making out, smoking (cigarettes), swearing, alcohol, no smut but kinda heated

Word count: 1.9K

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Long car rides are boring but not today, today I’m sat next to Gerard. One of my favourite things is to annoy him and get him riled up, it’s quite entertaining to watch. He hates me, I don’t know why because I never did anything to make him hate me. 

When they were looking for a drummer I turned up for the audition and joined the band a week later. We started rehearsals and I was nervous as shit, what if they only let me join because Ray’s my brother? I did everything I could to make the others like me, I was polite, early and did my best in rehearsals but for some reason the frontman just didn’t like me. Everytime I tried to talk to him or be his friend he’d brush me off or be rude and after a while it started to affect me because even though I didn’t want to admit it, I had developed a crush on him.

I asked the rest of the guys if they knew why he didn’t like me but none of them came up with any good ideas, a few joking ‘what if he has a crush on you’s came up from Frank. I felt my heart flutter at the thought but I tried not to get my hopes up.

So once I’d been in the band for a while and had attempted multiple times to be Gerard’s friend I decided that I wouldn’t let him keep making me feel like shit. Instead of trying to be his friend I started answering back and matching his energy. If he doesn’t want to be my friend then I don’t want to be his. It also might have been me overcompensating for liking him but we don’t talk about that part.

So on this car ride, we’re using a five seater car but there’s five of us so we’re all cramped together except from the guys in the front, Mikey’s driving and Frank’s next to him sorting out the GPS and maps. Obviously I was put next to Ray (in the middle) because we’re siblings and best friends and that leaves Gerard who was put on the other side of me.

The whole car ride was full of us bickering and arguing, I would prod his shoulder and do stupid things like that which annoy him. Everytime I saw him nodding off I would ask him if he was asleep therefore waking him up and annoying him.

“Hey, hey Gerard.” I whisper to him but he doesn’t reply. “Hey, I know you’re awake.” I say starting to prod his shoulder. 

“(y/n) leave me alone.” He says surprisingly calm. “You’ve been bothering me the entire time.”

“Yeah, well it’s not my fault you smoke in the car and are a bitch about everything.” I say talking about when I took his cigarette and threw it out the window because it smelled bad.

“I’m not a bitch.”

“Oh, you so are.” I counter him, smirking. “You’re such a bitch that you can’t even admit it.” I say laughing.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” He asks rolling his eyes

“Only for you, baby.” I say blowing him a mocking kiss. 

Silence fills the car and I turn around to see everyone but Mikey (who’s driving) looking at us.

“What?” I ask with a chuckle then turn to look at Gerard. His arms are crossed and he’s starring out the window in silence.

“First time I’ve seen him silent in a while.” Frank jokes from the front.

“Shut up, Frankie.” Gerard says sounding very pissed off.

“Okay, everyone, there’s not long left, just leave each other alone.” Ray says trying to calm everyone down. 

I turn around to Ray and we just talk quietly for the rest of the ride. He wasn’t wrong and there was only thirty minutes till the next tour stop. 

This show is one of the biggest shows on the tour so the place we’re staying is slightly bigger and nicer. We grab our night bags, basically the bags with our pajamas. The rest of the bags will be unpacked tomorrow when either we can be bothered to do it or someone will bring them in. 

I grab mine and yawn as I walk towards the hotel we’re staying in.

Someone signs us in and we make our way up the stairs to our rooms. We each have our own room and beds but there’s a communal room attached to a kitchen.

Once everyone’s thrown their bags in their rooms they all regrouped in the lounge area. I walk in afterwards walking into the kitchen and I check the fridge for some beer. Grabbing one I walk over to where everyone’s sat and slouch on the sofa.

“Why do they keep giving us kitchens, we never use them.” I say opening the can. 

“Why don’t you invest in a cook book and cook us all some food then.” Frank says jokingly.

“Nah, not worth it.” I say resting my arm on the arm rest.

Gerard finally walks in and has to sit next to me because there are no other spaces. He pulls out a cigarette pack and lighter and starts clicking the lighter. 

“Smoke outside!” I say not wanting to inhale the smoke.

“Fine! Calm down.” He says jabbing me with his elbow and I…moan.

My eyes go wide and my hand flies to my mouth. Frank looks shocked but amused. Ray’s head is in his hand and Mikey’s already laughing. Gerard, I don’t even want to look at him.

I stand up quickly and hurry out the room heading towards my room. I lock my door behind me and stand not moving a muscle still in shock.

“What the fuck is wrong with me? Oh my god!” I mutter to myself quietly now pacing around the room, head in hands. 

I drag my hand through my hair, cringing at the memory of a few minutes ago. I feel my cheeks warming as I wonder what’s going to happen next. 

Is Gerard going to mock me? I know Frank and Mikey will. Is he gonna ignore me? Am I gonna get kicked out the band? I think that might be a bit too far but who knows.

A knock on the door disrupts my racing thoughts.

“Go away.” I say not knowing who it is.

“(y/n), it’s me, Ray, can you let me in?” He says and I groan before standing up and unlocking the door. 

I sit on the bed and cover my face with my hands.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He says sitting down next to me and placing his hand on my shoulders.

“No, it’s not! It’s so embarrassing!” I whisper shout still covering my face.

“It happens to the best of us.” Ray tries to reassure me.

“No, no it doesn’t, has that ever happened to you before?” He stays quiet. “Or anyone you know?” He stays silent. “See, it’s weird and embarrassing!”

“It’s not. Frank and Mikey aren’t even talking about it, they’ve moved on. And Gerard, he wants to see you.”

“Tell him I don’t want to.” I say finally looking at Ray.

“Just talk to him, it’ll be fine, and if it’s not we can kick Gerard out the band.” He says jokingly.

“Ugh, fine. Where is he? I’m not meeting him in the communal room.” I say scoffing at the thought of talking to him in front of the others.

“He was in his room last time I saw him.”

“Okay, I’ll go when you leave, I need to mentally prepare myself for rejection and humiliation.” I say with a sarcastic smile and thumbs up. 

He shakes his head before leaving, closing the door. I lay back on the bed and take a few deep breaths before leaving my room. The walk to his room feels like the walk to a slaughterhouse. Finally, I end up outside his door, I knock.

“It’s unlocked.” I hear him say from within so I push open the door and walk in finally looking him in the face. I shut the door behind me and wait for him to speak but he doesn’t.

“Can we just get on with the rejection and humiliation please? I have things to do.” I ask him as he stands a few steps away from me.

He leans forward quickly, pouncing on my lips. He kisses me harshly and I stand in shock before pushing him off.

“Nope, you can’t do that!” I say annoyed. “You can’t hate me and ignore me then kiss me!” He steps back away from me.

“I don’t hate you.” He says quietly.

“Yes, you do, when I joined the band I tried to talk to you and befriend you many, many times and you either ignored me or were straight up insulting! You’re just rude to me and you brush me off all the time!”

“You’re the same to me.” 

“Yeah, because I decided to not let you make me feel shitty anymore and match your energy. You’re shitty to me so I am back to you.” I say like it’s obvious, sadness and anger dripping from my voice.

“I’m sorry.” He says with a sigh. “I-I just, I knew that if I was friends with you I wouldn’t be able to stay away. I knew that I would catch feelings for you.” He pauses. “But I guess it wouldn’t have mattered because I did anyway.” He explains. “I thought you hated me aswell.” 

Silence fills the room at the unexpected confession I was definitely not ready for.

“I could never.” A small smile plays on my lips.

I grab his collar pulling him towards me. He stumbles but doesn’t fall as our lips crash together. I feel my back pressed up against the wall as his arms pin me to it, my stomach is tied in knots as I thread my hands in his hair. The bleached strands frame his face and I tug on them experimentally and Gerard moans into my mouth. Separting, I pull apart from him and smirk.

“Pay back for earlier.” I say and observe him. His cheeks are flushed red, his mouth open slightly releasing quick breaths, his eyes dreamy and loving. But he turns it on me quickly.

“I can’t believe you moaned because I elbowed you-” He says mockingly.

I interrupt him, pulling him back in and kissing him. He pulls me forward slightly, pressing our bodies against each other, warmth spreading between us. Shivers run up my spine as my head is pushed against the wall. His confidence overwhelms mine as he pushes his tongue into my mouth, swirling it around mine, my eyes flutter close and I feel my stomach jump. He tastes of coffee and cigarette smoke. I hate cigarettes but he pulls it off so well, the remnants of smoke play on my taste buds as the kiss deepens. 

He moves to stand inbetween my legs, pushing them apart, I moan at the sudden movement in between my thighs. Excitement overwhelms me and I feel my legs become weak.

“Hey guys, I came to check on how things are going.” Ray says pushing the door open. We jump apart as soon as we hear him but it’s too late anyway. He covers his eyes quickly and backs out the door. “Sorry, should’ve knocked, umm, well done though.” He says the last part in a weaker voice. He must’ve realised I liked him at some point.

I stand next to the wall still looking at Gerard. “Do you think we broke him?” Gerard asks and I just shrug before pulling him back in by his shirt.

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AN: Thanks for the request, I hope you liked this @heaveaux!

Feel free to send in any requests you have, I'll make a post with all the people/shows/bands I'll write for.

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