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heathmattingly81 · 1 year

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The Best Auto Accessories Corner

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hestersimon71 · 1 year

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simply-pixeling · 2 years

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Bentley Mulsanne

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guophil · 2 years

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ohmygraves · 6 days

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“an invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. the thread may stretch or tangle, but will never break.”

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there was a moment in simon's life when he yearned for some kind of connection.

a relationship. to be cherished by someone else, to have someone to come home to and hold, feel the soft beating heart in his arms that slowly fades his mask away. someone who would melt his cold, dead heart, making him warm again.

well, shit happens, and he stopped.

he's broken, he didn't even know how many pieces have fallen apart, scattered around and too small and tedious to pick up. there was no way someone like him would have any chance, or even deserves a chance in the first place. it wouldn't be fair. it's only right to give up the idea of even any romance or whatever his old, naive heart thinks of.

it's less trouble, and there's no use chasing for something so impossible.

ghost poured himself into work, focusing on each and every grueling mission thrown his way. much more productive than spending his time wallowing his lonesome, or even just drowning his sorrow with alcohol while he watches some 6/10 show on the tv, knowing full well he can't be arsed to pay attention to it and just using it as background noise.

life was easier like this. it was lonely, but it sure was easy.

until he met you.

he bumped into you when you were at the base, and you were walking around cluelessly. he knocked over your files, papers scattered around the ground, and he helped pick it up. you were wearing a visitor badge, he noticed, and the papers were some of the stuff for the military, with a shadow company logo on the header. ghost just assumed you worked for the company, and plus some shadows have been staying at the base for the upcoming mission.

you laughed nervously, thanking him as you dusted off yourself, taking the files from him. he didn't know why, but his heart clenched when he saw your nervous smile and red cheeks, which concerned him. was that a sign of a heart attack?

still, he tried to push it to the back of his head and told you to be careful, lots of people wandering around the base since it's a busy day, and to secure those papers more thoroughly since they seem to be important files. you nodded, thanking him again and asked if he could show you the meeting room, since you couldn't find it.

well, he was going to go there anyway, so he'll walk with you. why not? it's not like his heart has been thumping faster and faster in his ribcage and he's trying so hard to ignore.

ghost keeps listening to you talk, about seemingly nothing meaningful, yet somehow interested him. weather? yeah, been cloudy lately, it's not great for flying later. shadows? bunch of rowdy bastards, but they get the job done good. tall people everywhere at the base? surprisingly, yeah. not much of a surprise considering you're quite small to ghost, but a lot of people are shorter than him so it's not much of a surprise. he just nods along with you.

the two of you were halfway when he saw graves, talking to some other shadows in the hallway until he saw you, immediately approaching you. the commander quickly bombarded you with questions, asking where you had been and how you were late for the meeting for ten minutes. you explained how you had to pick up the documents you left in the car and you forgot where the room.

graves introduced you to ghost as his assistant, a secretary to help him with some paperwork for the shadows. you'll just be here for a while and then you'll stay behind and work some more on paperworks for your boss while he's away. he placed his hand behind the small of your back as he ushered you into the room, looking over to ghost to make sure that he's following. there was a small hint of something in his eyes, a slight glare, as if judging him for seeing how you're being friendly to him.

was he jealous?

ghost let out a sigh, his heart clenching just slightly as he walked inside the room, seeing how graves kept you by his side while he started the meeting.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty headcanon #cod headcanon #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #cod ghost x reader #cod #ghost x reader #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #cod graves #cod graves x reader #old wip

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tlou-reid · 6 months

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Timeless ❆ Aaron Hotchner

☃︎ SUMMARY: a timeline of Aaron’s and his soulmates’ love life.

☃︎WARNINGS: random asshole character at the beginning, aaron and jack being cuties, death and mentions of an undisclosed illness, a funeral :(

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“We would have been timeless, ‘cause I believe that we were supposed to find this. So, even in a different life, you still would've been mine. We would've been timeless.”

Day One

“Aaron!” the barista called into the busy cafe, setting down a carrier of four drinks. His name was quickly sketched across all four, signifying his loss to the team.

Aaron, Penelope, JJ and Luke had made a bet that Aaron would have a home cooked meal for five out of the seven days they were in town. He’d caved on day four, getting home late and craving the acidic burn of pizza sauce and greasiness of mozzarella cheese. He couldn’t help himself, forgetting all about the silly bet he’d made.

He remembered in the morning when he came eye to eye with the Italian man on the pizza place’s logo. Aaron figured it would be easier to just come in with their prize, coffees from Penelope’s favorite local place, and accept defeat than have to confront each of them.

So, he picks up his tray with a sigh and continues his way to his car, hoping to get to the BAU as soon as possible.

However, this would prove difficult. Aaron is shocked to see a big SUV blocking him in, and a lady jumping out of it. “YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” She yelled into the open door, slamming it at the end of her sentence. Aaron could see the passenger side window roll down. He heard a man’s voice this time, with a much darker, violent tone, “YOU SHOULD’VE THOUGHT ABOUT IT BEFORE YOU GOT IN THE CAR, BITCH!”

The law enforcement officer in Aaron kicked in when he heard the foul names being thrown towards this lady. She was gearing up to retaliate, but he stepped in front of her. Aaron used his free hand to quickly pull out his badge. It was a bit clumsily, due to the weight of the coffees in his other hand.

Once he was standing protectively in front of the lady and had his badge on full display, Aaron spoke, “I’m going to have to ask you to leave before you cause a further public disturbance.” His voice was low, the same way he talked to suspect. “Oh, fuck you.” The man said one last time, making eye contact with the lady, before pulling off.

“Are you okay?” Aaron turned around to face the lady. “Yeah, the guy’s just an asshole. Fucking offers me a ride and thinks that means he’s getting laid?” You’re rambling at this point, aggravated at the entire situation. “Where are you trying to go?” His entire plan of getting to work quickly went out the window when he saw how beautiful your eyes were.

“I work at the office around the block. I usually drive but someone hit my car yesterday and it’s in the shop today,” Aaron was growing more and more concerned with your wellbeing as you spoke, “I’m just gonna walk. Thanks for taking care of that asshole, I can’t believe I’m gonna have to see him later.”

Aaron knows he should probably walk away, but he can’t stop himself from asking, “See him later?” You nod, “He’s my fucking neighbor. Sorry, I don’t usually cuss this much, he just really pissed me off.” Aaron laughs at this, seeing as the first thing he heard you say was “fucking asshole”.

“You’re sure you don’t need a ride?” He asks one more time. “No, I could probably use the walk to cool off some. Thank you,” Your voice trailed off, not knowing what to call him. He stuck his hand out for you to shake, “Aaron.” He filled in the blank for you.

You told him your name, shook his hand, and bid him goodbye. You made it maybe six steps before you turned back around, “Aaron!” You hollered, walking quickly to catch up to him. “I know this is bold and I don’t even know if you’re single, but you were very kind and I think you’re very good looking. Could I get your number maybe?”

Aaron meets you with a laugh. You’re wary, not knowing that a laugh from Aaron was extremely rare, and something a lot of people would kill to hear. Your nerves are eased when he says, “I’d love to give you my number.”

Day 16

The night was going wonderfully. Aaron was proving that chivalry was, in fact, not dead. Just lost in older men. He was comfortable meeting you at the restaurant, he pulled out your chair for you, ordered a bottle of the fancy wine the restaurant carried, and was currently sliding his credit card into the check holder.

The conversation between you two flowed beautifully all night, making it seem like time flew by. He signed the bottom of the receipt, leaving a very generous cash tip, and turned his attention towards you. “Ready to go?” Aaron asked, not wanting to rush you away. You gave him a shy nod, trying to figure out a way to say you want to see him again soon without sounding obsessed.

Aaron stood and you followed, interlocking your arm with his. You two walked out of the restaurant, only letting each other go when he held the door for you. “Which one’s yours?” He asked, wanting to walk you to your car. You held out the key, clicking the lock button to get it to light up.

Aaron walked you over, opening the driver’s side door for you. “Look at her!” You squealed, excited for him to see your car, “Fresh out of the shop!” Aaron laughed at your excitement. Once you were comfortable in your seat and buckled up, Aaron went to speak again.

“I had fun,” He smiled at you. “I did, too.” You replied. “Would you like to do it again, sometime?” He asked, fumbling over his word a bit. You couldn’t help but find the way you made him nervous adorable.

“I would love to, whenever you’re free.” He’d told you about how hectic his work life could get, which you understood. “I’ll call you.” He promised, getting ready to close the door. “Goodnight, Aaron.” He gave you once last smile, repeated your sentiment, and closed the door for you.

Day 102

“Why’d you pick him?” Aaron’s son, Jack asked. “Jack!” Aaron laughed, loading up spaghetti noodles on his plate.

It’s your first time meeting Jack. You were both scared and excited, not knowing how he would react to Aaron bringing home a new girlfriend. “He protected me the first time I met him, I felt like I owed him.” You joked as Aaron passed you the pasta. You smiled when Jack let out a loud laugh.

Dinner continued like this, with teasing and laughter. You felt incredibly welcomed in the Hotchner household, loving the energy both of the boys created. You fit like a missing puzzle piece, being able to help Jack team up on his dad, and be there when Aaron was feigning sadness at one his jokes. Plus, both of them were happy to have a home cooked meal for the first time in about a week. Jack even said you could come over whenever you wanted, as long as you cooked.

“I think he likes you,” Aaron said as he climbed into bed next to you, later that night. “I think so, too. We laughed a lot.” Aaron nodded, moving over to press a kiss to the side of your head.

“Welcome to the family,” He muttered as he wiggled down into the blankets, falling asleep quickly.

Day 1534

“I do.” You said as you slid the ring onto Aaron’s finger, missing the first time due the tears welling up in your eyes.

Everyone seated for the ceremony cheered as the pastor said, “You may kiss the bride!” Aaron pulled you in by your waist, pressing himself as close as possible to you. The kiss was appropriate, considering there was a crowd watching, but full of love.

After you pulled away, you moved yourself behind Aaron, pulling his best man in for a big hug. Jack smiled against your neck, squeezing you tight. You grabbed one his hands, and one of Aaron, walking back down the aisle with both of them by your side.

“Mr., Mr., and Mrs. Hotchner,” Jessica smiled, introducing you three to the reception. You were ready to dance and celebrate with the people you loved most in the world. And you were so excited to share their last name.

Day 12152

You had always hoped it would be you to pass first. Something easy for Aaron, Jack, and his children to handle. Passing away in your sleep, peacefully and free of pain.

But, wishes are rarely granted. You were sat next to Aaron when he passed. As hard as his battle with illness had been, he fought as best he could. You knew he’d spent his whole life fighting, so you, as sad as you were, you relieved to know he was somewhere safe and relaxing. Somewhere where there was no fight to be had.

He would be surrounded by people he loved, more than he had around him in his old age now.

Jack held you tight at the funeral, knowing you were heartbroken. Part of him was relieved too. His father was no longer in pain. When he knelt at his dad’s casket, he made one last promise to look over you. To take care of you, to love you, and to protect you, just as Aaron had done since the day he met you.

You weren’t too worried about it, though. You knew you’d join him when the time was right, and he would be waiting for you. You two were meant to be, even if you’d met late in life. No matter how long it took, or where you guys were, you and Aaron would find each other.

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thefalloutwiki · 7 months

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Fallout 4: Early Logos

Pictured: Early logo designs for Fallout 4, created by character and concept artist Lucas Hardi.

According to Lucas, the art direction on these logos was to mimic a classic car badge.

You can read about Fallout 4 here:

https://fallout.wiki/wiki/Fallout_4

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starysky1289 · 5 months

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Police Captain!Vanessa X Rookie!Reader. Newbie.

“ Alright settle down! Bunch of animals yall are. Ok. Steven, Mason ,Liam , you all are on patrol duty in the west, Johanna, Marcus, Harry, patrol duty to the east. Rest of yall are on you assigned duty’s seen in your schedules. Before I dismiss, we have a new rookie amongst us. Y/N L/N. Y/N will be patrolling with…Johanna, a little girl on girl time. Dismissed. “

Captain Shelly’s voice was loud, booming in the meeting room. Her Ivy green eyes made contact with yours, and she gave you a curt nod, heading out of the room. You were able to quickly find Johanna, who seemed less than pleased to have been given a rookie to drive around. She was talking with two other people, who snickered before walking away.

“ alright newbie, let’s go, ain’t much happens east end, we’ll be sitting in the middle of some parking lot for a while. Don’t expect me to hold your hand or something if we do have to pull someone over or something. You should know how to deal with tickets from the academy. “

“ yes maam, i was transferred here, so i do know a bit of- “

“ yeah great. Let’s go. “

Johanna called, leading you to her shop. It was a big black and white SUV, with the badge logo on each door, and the towns name on the bumper.

“ hey, don’t forget your belt stuff, you’ve gotta go check them out sense your new in the system. “

“ oh yeah! I’ll be right back maam! “

You quickly made your way through the station, making your way to the storage station. A nice older lady worked there, you explain your situation and she took your information. She then slid a small box through the small window of the office, inside was a new radio, a simple gun with a box of 10 billets, a yellow taser in box, and three pairs of cuffs.

“ now, everyday you’ll have to return the bullets of the gun, or the whole gun if you’d like, and the radio. This box is yours, and will be kept in your cubby in here, and everyday when you check in I’ll give it to you to gather your stuff! Your taser and cuffs stay in your locker, supposing you have a locker. “

You sighed, shaking your head. You hadnt had any time to get anything done before you were called in for the morning dispatch meeting. The lady gave you a soft smile.

“ well, if you don’t have one by the end of your shift, you can gives those to me aswell. I hope you have a good first day dear! “

“ thank you maam!! “

You quickly made your way back to the shop, opening the passenger side door. You shrieked, a small, brown cockroach was sitting right on the seat. Johanna bursted out laughing, scooping up the brown insect. Bending it to show it was just a peice of molded rubber.

“ ha. This’ll be fun. Alright, strap in, let’s go. “

You rolled your eyes, chuckling softly as you sat down, strapping into the seat. She pulled out, and you two were out, heading towards the east end.

*~*

All the officers were parked in an old parking lot, talking to eachother through the walkies in the cars. It was dead winter, and snow was blowing all across the cars.

“ hey, Newbie. The back windows all covered up, the snow brush is in the back. Will you go clean it? “

“ isn’t there a window brush? You can just turns nob and- “

“ it’s broken. Go on. “

“ I don’t have a jacket yet- “

Johanna only glared at you, and you groaned, stepping out of the vehicle, immediately freezing. You quickly grabbed the brush from the back, slowly trudging to the back window and brushing the snow off it, and chipping some fresh ice off the back with the scraper. It felt like forever until you were done. Suddenly, with a small buzz, the back wiper turned on, the black plastic when back and forth across the window, you could hear Johanna’s laughter from inside the car. You groaned, trudging back into the car, kicking the snow off yoir shoes.

“ sorry Y/N. It must off fixed itself! Cmon, let’s go check for tickets. “

Johanna snickered, and drove off, there was a mix of laughter coming from the radio. You knew it was gonna be a hard patrol day.

*~*

You finally got back to the station, your hair was frizzed, your skin was ice cold, and your shoes soaked through. Johanna had, in just one day, made you write every ticket, ‘ Accidentally ‘ hit you with snow, scared you with the fake cockroach again, and Locked you out of the car for atleast 5 minutes. She said it was to ‘ teach you resilience ‘, but you knew it was just cause you where the new rookie.

You checked your stuff into the box with the lady, who you finally learned her name, norma. She was a sweetheart, nicest person you’ve dealt with today.

You headed to clock out, getting stoped by the captain. She was a taller woman, Vanessa was her name, blonde hair, pale skin, and beautiful green eyes. She gave you a soft smile.

“ Y/N. How was your first day patrolling. You look like you’ve been dragged through the west end. “

“ Captain. Today was…eventful…just some..resilience training…today was fine..”

Her gaze slightly hardened, looking up. Johanna and the others where laughing and talking not to far behind you.

“ what did she do to you. “

“ nothing captain..”

“ tell me y/n. “

Her voice was deep, heavy. You sighed, holding your arm as you spoke.

“ just some..rookie pranks. Lost of snow..I’m freezing, pushing, shoving, just….stuff. I don’t feel really welcome I guess…”

Vanessa quickly took off her own jacket, laying it across your shoulder. She gave you another smile, before turning to the gathers of officers.

“ HEY! LISTEN UP! I hear anymore rookie pranks going on, I’ll personally make sure you assigned to janitor duty for a month! And you keep it up, you’ll get suspended without pay. “

Johanna shot dart like glares at you, and Vanessa shot them back. You smiled, dipping your head to your captain.

“ t-thank you captain- “

“ please. Call me Vanessa. Feel free to keep the jacket, I have spares. And here, incase you ever need a call. “

Vanessa handed you a card, with her number and full name on it.

“ I’ll be free for you hun. Go home, eat something. I’ll be seeing you tomorrow darling. “

You blushed lightly, nodding. You finished clocking out and headed to your car. You felt all giggly inside. You had the captains number, and she clearly favored you. Atleast you had the captain in your corner now.

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Classic Chevy Nova badge.

#vintage #chevrolet #nova #emblem #badge #logo #chrome #detail #70s #classic #american #car #red #hi-fi fotos #Hallewell

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racinginchid3nt · 9 months

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I’d Probably Still Adore You | Part One

Y/N x Lance Stroll, Y/N Best Friend x Pierre Gasly

In which a night at the club and a game of never have I ever turns into something new

Inspired by 505 - Arctic Monkeys

Warnings: none yet. so far it’s just build up

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six

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While you weren’t a newbie to watching the races, you’d never done so in person. Work kept you busy and the idea of wasting precious vacation days on a flight to sit in the rain instead of on your couch wasn’t your idea of enjoyment.

Your friend had been dating Pierre for a few months now. Having spent the past week fighting, she forced you to take a weekend off and fly to Belgium with her for the race at Spa. He had surprised her with an extra plane ticket and paddock pass as an apology.

As you had packed the night before, Y/N Best Friend had appeared at your doorstep, arms full of garment bags. As soon as she saw the comfortable, weather appropriate outfits you’d selected, she started ripping through your suitcase and adding in her own picks.

“We’re going to be in the paddock, not the grandstands. We have to look the part Y/N” She’d said.

“Besides, there’s plenty of eye candy and you’re single. Might as well make the trip worthwhile. You know our shared hotel room will basically be yours the entire trip.”

“Honestly Y/N Best Friend, I’m not sure that’s the best idea. I’ve heard enough horror stories about most of the guys to make it clear that I should steer clear.”

“You don’t have to marry him Y/N! I just think it would be more fun if you joined me on these trips more. A girl can dream. Besides, it doesn’t have to be a driver. Some of the mechanics are definitely worth a second look.”

“Screw it. Pack what you want but don’t take anything I packed out” You admitted with defeat. Maybe she had a point. A little harmless flirting never hurt anyone, and how much damage could one weekend do.

The journey to the airport in the hired car was relaxing. And when you boarded into first class and champagne was waiting at your seats, it was a welcome surprise.

The flight from Barcelona has lasted only a few hours and before you knew it you were gathering your purse and carry on to disembark. It was only Wednesday so you were able to relax as you got to the hotel. The suite was beautiful and Pierre had sent flowers to greet his girlfriend. As you unpacked, the two of you began to plan the weekend’s festivities.

Thursday would be filled with media day around the paddock, followed by Friday free practice and qualifying, then Saturday sprint. The race on Sunday would wrap everything up.

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Thursday

Media day started early. The time adjustment was rough but the calm arrival day helped. You were going with Y/N Best Friend and Pierre to the track. He had interviews and Alpine press responsibilities. The two of you would spend the day in hospitality.

Your paddock pass hung around your neck. A tag on a lanyard with your name and face. The drive in was crazy, with fans already lining up to see the drivers. Your best friend waved you ahead so she could help fans get their autographs and you entered security alone.

Seeing the track in person felt surreal. Larger than life, it started to set in that you were actually standing at Spa. You knew the Alpine hospitality would be further down the track. As you started your walk you were amazed by how many journalists were in attendance. As someone with a large camera and a boom mic began filming you, you were thankful you’d taken your friends advice and dressed the part. A simple dress and nice sneakers kept you both presentable and comfortable. You smiled at the camera crew, spotting the netflix logo on their badges, knowing as soon as they discovered your lack of celebrity they’d cut your clips from the show.

You arrived at hospitality, showing your pass at the doors, before sitting down in a small seating area to kill time until Pierre’s media interviews. As the time began to tick closer and closer to round one interview starts, you became nervous that you still hadn’t see Y/N best friend or Pierre.

You tossed your trash and began the walk to the tent. Glancing at your phone trying to decipher what Y/N Best Friend meant by her directions, you decided to head towards the back of hospitality. As you reached the end however, you couldn’t find anything that looked like a media tent. The interviews would be packed and there was no way the space could be small.

You began looking around trying to find someone who could point you in the right direction. The first person you spotted breezed past you, not even acknowledging your question. The second was speaking in what sounded like Italian and had looked at you in confusing, not understanding you. Resigned to wander on your own you picked up your pace and began jogging around the area, peaking your head around corners to see if media was set off to the side.

As you turned sharply after another dead end, you felt yourself bump into someone. Looking up you saw a head of brown hair reaching down to collect their empty cup. Apologizing profusely you reached into your bag to pull out tissues. It wasn’t until you began trying to pat dry the wet spot on the man’s shirt that he actually said anything.

“Fuck sorry. I’m in a rush I didn’t mean to bump you. Are you okay?” He said. The voice sounded familiar but your embarrassment kept your eyes down while you tried to clean the mess.

“Yeah. It was my fault. I’m so sorry about the spill. I’m in a rush too. Could you point me in the direction of the media tent? I’m supposed to be watching the interviews.”

“That’s where I’m going. Just follow me. They won’t let you in if you’re late.”

You looked up for the first time at the Aston Martin driver, realizing why the voice was so familiar.

“Yeah that’s what I was told. Lead the way!”

You followed behind the driver for a few minutes. Flashing your pass to security to enter into the back with just minutes to spare.

He continued on, making his way up to the stage. As he took his seat he began scanning the crowd, trying to determine which media was where and looking for his PR agent. As his gaze made it over to the visitor section he saw you seated with a few of the other girlfriends.

“What kind of guy ditches his girlfriend and doesn’t even tell her how to get to the media tent” he thought. He began eyeing the drivers near him, trying to remember who was and wasn’t single, but his train of thought was cut off as the host started the round.

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A/N: This is my first time doing any kind of fanfic in awhile. So hopefully they improve as they go on. Parts will hopefully be posted 5-6 times a week but we’ll see how it goes. The next post is already done and will be up soon. Im not sure what the final length on this will be but I have a pretty good guideline of the story planned out. There’s not nearly enough lance content IMO so someone has to contribute. There will also be a longer spin off of the Pierre and Best Friend storyline to come

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fictionalmenxyn · 1 year

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College Life, pt.3

Summary: Y/n shears a dorm room/apartment with the one and only Ghost one of the top three best players in rugby. Although he’s quiet he’s quite popular and well known, you aren’t so much. You two have been very close since Ghost made the first move but does Ghost what to take things further?

Female reader

¡LAST PART!

The word ‘hooker’ word is mentioned in this but it’s not in the rude way. It is a name of a position in rugby. Don’t believe me google it.

Tw: contact sport (no injuries), language and if there is anymore plz text me and let me know! :)

While walking home, you had decided to stop by the shop a few minutes away from your apartment. Walking in you pulled out the list you had remembered to bring with you, out of your pocket. Going up and down isles you grabbed everything you needed.

Now back in your apartment, you walked over towards the kitchen and placed the bags onto the island and started to put away all the food and drinks you had bought. Once you had done that you walked over to the coffee table and placed your bag onto it. Turning on the tv, you played your music as you pulled out your sketch book and pencils including your colouring pencils and started to work on the rugby badge design.

It’s been a while since you got home. Looking at your watch you saw a text pop up on there, it was from Ghost. He had sent ‘hey, I’m on my way back now x’ you sent a reply ‘ok, almost finished a logo idea! 👍’ and you started to finish up the last idea of the logo.

Hearing the keys move in the door, you looked up and watched as Ghost appeared into the apartment. He spoke “hey, how are you doing? Love?” You blushed a tad at the pet name then you replied “good, how are you?” He replied “better now, that I’m out of that shit hole” you both laughed as he started to put away his drink from his bag and his books. Minutes later he sat on the floor next to you and asked “how are they coming along?” You answered “really good take a look” he looked at them and said “these are amazing, you still up for later?” You nodded…

Time skip

Later in the day, you were in your room getting ready. You grabbed some warmer clothes and your boots as you grabbed a bobble hat and walked outside of your room. You saw Ghost getting ready, he was back and forth his room and the kitchen grabbing what he needed and you stayed out of the way.

Once he was ready he spoke “you ready to go?” You nodded and spoke “thought it was at 4:30?” He spoke “yeah but us players go early so we can train a bit” you nodded and he used your words “you learn something new everyday” you giggled at him remembering what you had told him earlier.

You both walk over to his grey sporty car and both get in. He started up the car and started to head over to the field. In the car you listened to music as you watched people walk on the pavement (sidewalk) as you drove by.

Now at the grounds, you got out of the car and asked Ghost “where do I go now? Cause I’m certainly not going in the changing rooms” he chuckled and spoke “just wait outside them, could you mind my phone and stuff while I change?” You smiled and nodded holding your hands out as he gave you his keys and phone.

Waiting by the changing rooms you greeted some of the boys you knew and wished them luck for the game. Once Ghost walked out he grabbed the stuff off of you and passed you his rugby hoodie and suggested “you should put that on, you’ll get cold just standing at the sidelines” you didn’t argue. So you threw on the hoodie with his initials underneath the badge ‘S.R’ you felt proud for some reason. You felt comfortable and honoured to wear thee Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley’s hoodie and especially his rugby one.

Walking over to the pitch, you spoke “do you want me to mind your stuff? Like your water?” He nodded and handed everything over to you. He playfully placed a hand on top of your head and gently shook it and said “thanks, Y/n” you smiled at the playfulness and spoke “go train” he nodded and jogged over to his coach and team mates.

After training and everyone starting to arrive you watched as the team headed over to your direction considering your by the teams water since o/f/n (other friend) was helping the team as their brother played for them. You chatted to them and then heard the boys walking over as they all talked about the other team, their rivals. You handed Ghost his water and waited for him to hand it back over. Once he did you gestured him to come closer. You spoke “I wish you the best of luck, Si” lucky for him his mask covered his blushing face as you called him Si. He spoke “thanks, love” he pressed his forehead against yours as a sweet gesture.

Time skip (it’d be borking if I explained a whole game of rugby)

It was the last minute of the game and Ghost’s team was tied with the other team. But lucky for Ghost’s team was they were given an advantage and had a line out at the 10 yard line, which is by the try (score) line. The hooker threw the ball to the person who was being lifted and they then passed it to the scrum half (no.9) and he being Soap paused it along to Gaz and it made its way down to Alejandro before he got tackled. After the quick ruck the ball was passed to Ghost and he had been able to side step two players and tried the wining try.

Everyone was ecstatic and cheering loudly. You headed the whistle blow as the game had now ended. You watched the team celebrate and then head over to you and your friend. Ghost ran over and picked you up surprisingly and spun you around out of excitement. You laughed as he put you down and you said “congrats!” He spoke “your now my good luck charm” you both laughed as the boys hydrated themselves before walking towards the changing rooms.

Now standing outside the changing rooms, you congratulated all the members as they exited the changing rooms and headed towards the pub for food.

Ghost walked out and spoke “come on, charm, let’s go grab some grub” you smiled and followed him. He spoke “when we get in the car I got to ask you something” you nodded as you opened the door. Getting in, he buckled himself up and spoke “ok, so uh I don’t know how to say this” you spoke “take you time if you need to don’t overthink it” he spoke “so.. I have been liking you for a while now since we became closer and I was wondering.. would you like to be my girlfriend? You don’t have too if you don’t like me but I was just wondering?” You felt over the moon. You spoke “of course, I really like you too!” He lifted his mask a little and asked “can I kiss you?” You smiled and closed the gap as you do kissed passionately as if you two only had a few seconds left to live.

Pulling away you spoke “come on! We need to celebrate!” He chuckled and started to drive towards the pub. Once he got there he put the car in park and turned it off. Getting out you looked over to Ghost as you watched him stick his hand out for you to grab. Gladly excepting it you held hand as you crossed the road and headed into the pub.

Walking in Ghost spoke “come on, let’s get some food” you nodded as the two of you headed downstairs and towards the kitchen area. Ghost had gave you a carton of chips and a sausage, you grabbed some bread and handed it to Ghost and then grabbed some for yourself. Grabbing everything you both headed upstairs and towards the bar area.

Seeing all the team and their friends or family you both sat with Soap, Gaz, Price and Alejandro. You looked around and asked “hey Alejandro, where’s Rudy?” He replied “went to the toilet” you nodded as you sat next to Ghost. You all tucked in as you talked and ate.

Ghost asked “anyone want a drink, while we go up?” You stood up and grabbed your phone. Walking over to the bar Ghost was behind you not shortly after. You spoke “hi, could I get a Pepsi, please?” The lady nodded behind the bar and told you the price so you used your phone and then grabbed your drink. Then Ghost ordered some drinks since some of the lads wanted some.

After a while you all decided to call it at day and headed home. You held Ghost’s hand as you both walked over to the car. You asked “how many drinks have you had?” He thought for a second and replied “four?” You heard the hint of question in that so you spoke “nope, your not driving, hand over the keys tough guy!” You both chuckled as he surrendered his keys and got in the passenger seat.

On the way home you talked about the game and how entertaining it looked and how well he and his teammates played. But also the whole time he hand a hand on your thigh, comfortable for the both of you.

Getting in you watched as Ghost practically threw himself onto the sofa. You laughed at the sight, you spoke “so I’m thinking, how about a movie night?” He spoke “yeah, I agree” you spoke “ok go out comfy clothes on, I’m going to do that then grab some popcorn” he nodded.

Now sat down in your comfy clothes you both watched movies all night long till you both fell asleep together in each others brace under nice comfy blankets, doing the things you both dreamed of doing together.

Hope you enjoyed!

Like always if you want me to write something make sure to message me or request it!

Have a good day/night! 🫶

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An Open Book - Author Steve Raglan/William Afton x Bookseller Mike Schmidt AU

Rating - Explicit for sexual content

Summary - Mike Schmidt has been consumed by author Steve Raglan’s novels ever since he first began reading them; he’s even more infatuated with the man behind the stories.

Tonight the small downtown bookshop Mike works at is hosting a meet and greet autograph session with that very author. It’s a unique opportunity to share what’s been on his mind for so long, if he can just get the words right.

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Mike Schmidt looks at his reflection in the mirror and sighs, unknotting his tie and beginning again.

It needs to be perfect because you only get one chance to make a first impression, isn’t that how the saying goes? Nothing is ever out of place with the author he’s about to meet in person. Every word on every page is always carefully chosen, every featured image of Steve Raglan himself the perfect composition of light and shadow, clothing pressed and hair carefully arranged, although he supposes these things might be better credited to the photographers and makeup artists and such, but still; it’s his one chance to get this right.

His fingers are clumsy on the knot and he thinks about his favorite author’s hands. Those perfect fingers, he’s never seen hands that gorgeous on a man anywhere. Long and shapely, perfectly manicured, contrasting with palms large and strong looking tapering back to narrow wrists. He’s seen those hands wrapped around coffee mugs during television interviews and they comically dwarf whatever he’s holding. Mike tries not to think about those hands holding some part of him—this is a blatant lie, is this how you’re going to be today, just lying about those times in the quiet dark of your bedroom—tries not to linger on the memory of those long legs folded while Steve’s sitting in the guest seat next to the television host, the legs that do not stop because there’s a foot difference between Raglan’s height and his own; a veritable tree to climb and fuck does he want to, so very, very much. His mind wanders to the way those stretch of thighs ease apart, more and more as the string of tedious, scripted questions the author gracefully answers continue, making room for the junk in that drawer tucked behind the waistband—do not keep thinking about this, there isn’t time, you’re already late for work as it is—the movement of his abdomen when he laughs at some joke, the row of buttons shifting; the press of a fist to his mouth to stifle the laughter; the way the older man adjusts his glasses—or, Heaven forbid, briefly removes them—making it easier to stare into those pale, wide set blue eyes.

Mike’s tie looks worse than ever but fuck it, it’s going to have to do, he can’t waste any more time on his appearance. He pins the badge with his employer’s logo and his first name on the chest pocket and shrugs into a dark denim jacket before grabbing his car keys off the kitchen counter. His rusty sedan’s engine groans in protest at being woken up in the cold weather and he spares another few moments to scrape the stubborn frost from his windshield, the wan sunlight that had existed earlier never reaching the window sheltered beneath the carport, the cold air’s temperature never raising sufficiently enough to melt the ice. He should have gotten up much earlier. The time had really gotten away from him this afternoon.

Three hours until the author makes his appearance for the autographs at the bookstore the young man works in and he still has nothing properly rehearsed to say to the man. There’s a dog eared copy of his favorite book on the passenger seat beside him. He’d liked the writing before the man himself; liked the way he arranges the words and builds the character and creates the stories. And then he’d seen the first image of him on the rear flap of the dust jacket as he’d devoured that first novel and it had been all over for him. Every weakness of his all rolled into one person.

Mike’s tried to focus on other people; he’d even picked someone up in a dive bar once. The resemblance was as vague as could be, but when you’re straining against your fly and the liquor’s sliding down smoother and smoother, such a contrast to the rough inviting smile offered and the scrape of beard in the alley outside, you’re grateful for the man on his knees in front of you. Threading fingers through graying hair, the texture is wrong, you know it instinctively, but you can make your body pretend and get some release. Your mind is not so easily sated.

Mike largely ignores the remark his manager makes about his tardiness as he rushes into the shop, mumbling a distracted apology. The display needs to be set up and he does so, prioritizing the latest novel, stacking extra copies on the table and the end cap shelves nearby. There’s a sign announcing the time window for autographs and a picture of the author and he has to force himself to stop staring.

His palms are sweaty and he drags them against his dress pants and tugs on the cuffs of his charcoal dress shirt. Suddenly he wishes time would slow a bit. He’s not ready for this.

The manager is the one who gets to direct the tall figure towards the display, lucky bastard. A wool dress coat slips gracefully from his shoulders and is draped over the back of the chair, the dark material spilling like ink onto the carpet. Steve unwinds a crimson scarf from around his neck and this joins the other article of clothing. He shoves at the sleeves of his dress shirt; perhaps he’s a bit too warm, the bookstore does get to be stuffy at times, cramped as it is—and those willowy wrists are exposed, the pale blue veins threaded beneath the skin so prominent and Mike’s mouth goes dry, his pulse racing. He’s hovering behind one of the bookshelves nearby, pretending to straighten the rows of literature. He should approach him now, before the line forms, but he delays too long and a customer draws his attention away.

The entire evening proceeds like this; missed opportunities, lulls in the crowd that he could fill but he hesitates and the moment is lost again. Mike’s eyes are frantically watching the clock above the register, the sweep of hands alarmingly fast, until there are mere minutes left, the shoppers and attendees finally dispersing. Mike grabs his copy of the book he’d stashed behind the counter and makes his way to the table. The man’s fingers are ink stained and Mike can’t stop staring as those smudges of indigo.

“Would you mind…?” the young man begins, setting the book down on the table.

“Of course.” His voice; this was another thing that drove Mike mad. It was such a coarse rasp. He loved the scratch of that sound against his ears. “Who am I making this out to? Is this for yourself?”

“Um, yeah. Mike.” He’d nearly forgotten his own name there for a minute, pointing awkwardly to his name tag. The author repeats his name, lingering on the first consonant. His handwriting is elegant cursive, full of loops and curves, neat and precise. His own is so much uglier, cramped and barely legible.

“This is a well read copy,” the older man observes, flipping through a few of the pages. Many are dogeared.

“Yeah, it’s my favorite.” He mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I was wondering when you were going to make your way over here.” The man’s attention shifts from the battered book to Mike’s face and he flushes.

“You…you noticed…”

“That’s what I do, Mike. Authors note the details around them. You’ve struggled with that tie today.” His cheeks are flaming now, he can feel it. “Maybe struggled with other things too.” He smirks and Mike’s stomach absolutely plunges. That smile, so satisfied; he’s got him completely dissected and he’s barely spoken. “I don’t suppose you know of a good coffee shop in the area that’s open at this hour, or…”

“Uh, yeah. There’s a place up the street that’s open until—”

“—When you’re finished here. The store is closing soon, yes? You can guide me there yourself.” He stares at Mike, one eyebrow lifting slightly.

He’s not talking about getting coffee you idiot, Mikes brain reprimands him. Fuck, this was actually happening.

“I think you had better go see what your manager wants. He looks rather perturbed. I’ll be waiting outside.” He stands, gathering his scarf and coat, slinging them over one arm. Mike’s book still sits on the table and Steve picks it up, handing the copy to the younger man. His index finger drags against one of Mike’s in just the briefest of caresses, a secret smile full of promise forming before he’s moving towards the exit, calling a last farewell to the manager.

“It was a good turn out,” Mike’s boss says after Raglan leaves. “I had no idea he was this popular.”

“He’s a good writer,” Mike murmurs, clutching his signed book against his chest, a shallow shield over his racing heart.

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There are only three cars left in the parking lot by the time Mike finishes dismantling the autograph set up, unsure of what to do with the sign; maybe he can give that a new home at some point but for now it’s tucked away in the back room between cartons of books waiting to be unpacked and displayed. His own rust bucket is close to the manager’s much newer SUV and there’s an absolute boat of a vintage luxury sedan at the far end of the row that must belong to Steve.

Mike waves farewell to his boss, unpinning the name badge and setting that and the book down on the passenger seat, waiting for the manager to leave before he shuts the door and stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets. He wishes he had stopped by the restroom to make sure his hair looked ok. He should have brought some gum, a mint, something.

He walks towards the other car briskly. It’s cold and he’s already losing his nerve and he’s more than a little impatient. The handle lifts, the door already unlocked and ready for his entrance. He sinks into the leather seating and the door pulls shut with a faint creak of hinges. He forces himself to look at the other man, at the person he’s coveted for so many months, noting the aviators have been removed already, the gold framed lenses resting still unfolded on the dashboard. The coat and scarf are in the back. Raglan blinks, slow and steady, his lips twitching in amusement. He likes teasing, Mike thinks. He knows him so well already. He’s an absolute open book. How ironic.

The older man reaches out, one of those glorious hands seating against Mike’s cheek. His thumb pulls his bottom lip down slowly, like tugging a window shade towards the sill, millimeter by millimeter. He pushes it into Mike’s mouth gradually, dragging against his tongue.

The younger man grabs his hand, sucks that phalange slowly, his eyes locked with Steve’s, nerves forgotten. His erection is already shoving impatiently against its confines. Zero to sixty in as many seconds. Raglan wraps his free hand around Mike’s tie and tugs his mouth closer, thumb slipping free of those pursed, sucking lips. His mouth seals over Mike’s, tongue thrusting between his lips and caressing the interior. Mike moans, reaching up to cradle the back of Steve’s neck, toying with his hair. It’s so silky soft, so far from every texture he’d tried pretending with before. He whimpers when he feels the older man working on the button and zipper of his fly, the deft fingers sliding over his boxer briefs and then wrapping around and squeezing his length and his hips jerk forward involuntarily.

“Well, aren’t you pretty,” Steve rasps beside his cheek, now tucked into the waistband and stroking his leaking cock, just lazy, loose pumps in the circle of fingers that encase him. “You’ve been thinking about this all evening, haven’t you?”

“Yes…fuck…” The novelist’s fingers tighten, stroking properly, curling over the crown just like his body enjoys each time he reaches the end of the shaft.

“And for how long before that?” The older man worries Mike’s bottom lip, tugging gently with his teeth.

“Months…a year…more, I don’t know…” It’s hard to think with those fingers and that mouth working against him so well, that sultry sandpaper voice designed for sinful words caressing him.

“Such a loyal fan for so long. I’m flattered.” Mike can feel his lips curve into a smile before they capture his again. “I think that dedication should be rewarded, don’t you?”

Mike could easily spill right then; any one aspect of the other man would be more than enough to send him over and when they were all combined…but it’s not what he wants the most right then. “I want you to cum in my mouth.”

A little surprised huff and another smile. “Right now? Before you…”

“Yes.” Mike’s fingers tighten in the other man’s hair.

“Far be it from me to refuse such a generous offer. Just know that I always finish what I start.” He kisses Mike again before relaxing his grip, tugging his hand free and easing back into his seat, lifting the lever tucked into the side so the seat reclines and offers more space. The windows are completely fogged up now.

Mike reaches for the opening of the writer’s pants. He’d been fairly certain of the man’s above average size before given his height and the broad stretch of neck, but now his hands have confirmation, his next intake of breath sharp when he realizes just what he’s promised to swallow down but it doesn’t halt him from shifting, bending over and lapping at the head before his lips wrap around the heated flesh and stroke down. Steve sighs, pelvis moving a bit, one hand siphoning through Mike’s soft brown curls. Mike doesn’t have a lot of practice with this; with any intimacy really. He’s watched porn of course, but that’s more pretending like the man he’d picked up at the bar and it’s just not the same as this, his fantasy become reality. He pushes his mouth closer to the base, eliciting a soft suctioning sound as the back of his throat collides with hardened tissue. He repeats the process several times, nostrils flaring in search of more oxygen, gaining more ground each time, his body adjusting to the length and girth of the other man. The gentle caress in his hair becomes firmer, the author’s hips now rising to meet Mike’s mouth, fucking into it, still gentle, letting him get more acclimated. There’s so much saliva, the thick kind that spills free when the gag reflex is strained, coating Steve’s cock messily.

He finally releases him, gasping for air, fingers curling around to stroke that slickened prick while the older man hums appreciatively. Mike rests for a couple minutes before beginning again, diving right back down. He can hear the other man’s breathing changing tempo as he gets closer, the hips rocking against his mouth more insistent, thrusting roughly and battering his throat. Mike’s fingers dig into one thigh and he moans encouragingly. He’s got him on the brink; he can feel the tremor starting along the muscles of the leg he’s grasping before Steve curses, hips giving one final push upward before his seed pulses into the younger man’s eager mouth. He swallows it all, an impressive amount of cum if he’s being honest, finally withdrawing with one last caress of lips against head, colllecting the last traces of release that ooze from the opening.

Mike leans back, his mouth still tingling, throat slightly aching. His lips feel swollen and his spit has trailed over his cheeks and down his neck. Steve smiles at him, a lazy, satisfied curve of his mouth before he leans over and licks his way back into the other man’s.

“I think you should cum for me now, Mike.” He purrs his name; there’s no other way to describe the way that sound, a smooth rumble of desire that accompanies Steve’s hands on his cock again beneath his underwear. His lips move to his ear, lapping at the whorl of flesh, sucking and tugging the lobe gently with his teeth. He whispers his name again and that does it, the orgasm wracking his body as he spills over the author’s expert fingers.

Mike pants, struggling to recover as the writer eases back into his seat behind the wheel, cranking it back into the upright position and watching him refasten his pants over damp briefs. Mike hesitates, not sure what he’s supposed to do now; if he’s just supposed to walk away, this heated intimate encounter a one time thing that’s already come and gone.

“You mentioned something about a coffee shop down the street that’s still open. Did you want to maybe stop by?” The invitation is casual but Mike clings to it desperately, nodding.

The story isn’t over.

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