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fanficfanatic000 · 21 days

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(A date?) E.M one

Nerd loser eddie x nerd loser fem reader

Trigger warning 18 + content no minors

Summary ( the fem reader works at a craft shop .seems and patches. Reader has more alt style. Reader is 21 and Eddie's 22. Eddie dropped out of high-school after almost dieing. The reader has zero friendsUntil a certain boy came into your work.)

A usual day usually consists of older women asking for floral pattern fabric And the white thread until today It was afternoon when you heard the bell on the door ring as someone with clanking chains walked in "welcome to seems and patches anything ya looking looking for?"You had to greet every customer because The job made you. He walked up to the counter. His figure was tall and leaned back Slightly his ripped dark blue jeans slightly baggy and hanging over his dirty white sneakers. His black Metallica t shirt was slighty tight clinging to his chest under a Jean jacket and a Jean vest. His doe brown eyes looking at you with his small stubble on his chin and a grin. "Uh do you guys have any sew on patches?" He raised an eyebrow"Yep our patches would be in isle 8" you smile "yeah thank you..." his hand on the back of his neck and he gulped "um can you come with me... i kinda wanted a second opinion and...." he gets flustered from your stare "n-nevermind" you smile "no problem its a pretty slow day anyways" his face immediately brightened and the red from his face drained "thanks p-pretty girl" and that caught you of guard cause no one has said that. Your face turned pink "you okay?"He looked down at your name tag "y/n?"You awkwardly nodded yes "um yeah its just no one has ever said that..."He tilted his head "?thank you?" His nose slightly scrunched "no ive never r-really been called pretty" you look down and you walk towards the isle slowly "seriously?""Yep" you say popping the p "Well i think thats probably because you make them nervous so they could never get it out.." his words have you all red and filled with butterflies he runs infront of you and held his hand out "im eddie."You put your hand in his ringed hand "hi eddie" he smiles wide and his beautiful eyes sparkle then you made it to the patches. He grabs a Metallica patch and holds it to the Jean vest. "Where would this look good?" You grabbed the patch from him and put it on the left of his chest. The air heated from noticing how close he really was. "Here would look pretty good"You hear a shaky breath exhale from eddie "Yeah" his face a pink tint as he grabbed a patch with a little coffen on it "how about this one?" You put it under the spot of the other one. The sunsetting out side "um i gotta check out now my uncle wanted me to get pizza and he's probably so Starved" he laughs slightly. As he just gave you an explanation to leave a store. "Well eddie i hope you enjoy your new patches." You say scanning them he smiles "ya know im thinking ill need more tomorrow if a certain pretty girl will be here." He leaned foreword and winked playfully. And you handed him the patches and he stepped out the clear glass door and you watch as he fist pumped in the air then basically skipped away.

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A date em

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thisfanisgonesorry · 4 months

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Can you do a giggly drunk make out session with soap x fem reader and Ghost (being the observant guy he is) could tell his best friend was head I’ve rebels for the female sergeant and he catches the 2 out of the corner of his eyes making out, smiling into each others mouths?!?!

i hope this is okay!! im sorry it took me a little bit, got super AUGHH with it and lowkey not my proudest but <3

tags: fluff, love confessions sort of, making out mwahmwahmwah, depictions of drinking + smoking, simon is not an asshole for once, light use of scottish gaelic / scottish slang

☠️

Lieutenant Riley was across the room, his arms furrowed across his chest as he kept a close eye on things. His eyes squinted and focused on the duo and he sighed, shaking his head; “Idiots.”

Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish, standing in all his glory, was hunched over the pool-table, a beer bottle creating ring stains in the plush green carpet. He pulled his arm back and click, the last little ball sunk into the netted hole.

“Fucker.” The other man cursed, and John accepted his humble victory, which meant chugging the rest of his beer and sending the loser to get him another while he set the table up for the next game.

During his victory, he glanced over, a grin plastering his face as he noticed my staring. “You see that?” He cheered, walking over and slumping next to me on the couch. His lackey handed him his fresh beer, and he clinked our drinks.

“Mostly saw the back of you.”

“Sure you enjoyed the view anyway, yeah?” He joked, taking my beer from my hands and giving me his fresh cold one in its place. He blinked, realising he needed to explain, but also wanting to change the topic away from his assets. “It’s gone warm.” He hummed, sipping the warm beer casually.

“I could’ve just got a new one.”

“Ain’t no point wasting beer, hen, don’t worry about it.”

“Hen?” I asked back with a short laugh, and he simply ignored it, instead his attention being dragged to the other Sergeants that were pulling him out of the couch and towards another table.

He returned back a lot more drinks later, being the ‘victor’ of beer pong. He lost, but he says that was intentional so he could drink more.

“It’s a self-proclaimed victory.” He claimed with a slurred laugh, rotating his wrist in circles, motioning blanky, moving his hands for the sake of moving them. “They think they won, builds morale, makes ‘em not sooky that I win everythin’, and I get to get drunk.” He winked.

“That’s what you call it?”

“Yeah, it’s like, uh, when you let your little bruther win a game, y’know? You let him win because it makes him ‘appy, not ‘cause he’s actually better than you, but you’re a good bruther for letting him win, right?”

“You’re an asshole.” I laughed while sipping my drink.

A lot more drinks later, and he was staring from across the room, fiddling with the lighter in his hands. He noticed Simon staring at him, and he simply scoffed, shoving his metal lighter into his pocket and sauntering over.

“Hey, y’got a light?” He lied through his teeth despite his inebriated state. “‘M gonna go for a smoke.”

“Yeah, I’ll, uh- I’ll come with you.” I smiled, grabbing my drink and following behind him quickly as he made his exit to the fresh air outside. Hovering by the doorway, I handed him my lighter, and he placed the cigarette between his lips.

“Thanks.” He spoke quietly, trying to hide the slight slur to his voice, his eyes glued to the struggling lighter. His thumb brushed the gears, yet it would spark and sputter without a flame.

I took the lighter from his hands, shaking it and flicking it briefly to life. “You gotta shake it.” I held the flame up, lighting his cigarette for him and he kept eye contact with his deep inhale. The cigarette barely lit before the flame died out, he got one good inhale, blowing the smoke to the side before the cigarette was burnt out.

“I think it’s about time y’get a new one.” He commented, a short grimace of dissatisfaction crossing his face before replacing it with a grateful smile, not wanting to look sour.

“Mhmhm, and what happened to your lighter?” I deflected the issue.

“Ah, Si’s got it.” He responded quickly. I leant against the wall and took a sip of my drink, and he slumped against it with me, a loud ‘thump’ as his body weight collided with the concrete. “You really should know better than to light me up.” He joked, putting the cigarette away in the pack for later.

“You’re the idiot who couldn’t do it himself.” I laughed, finding his slight frustration somewhat amusing.

“You’re the one with a dead lighter, why do I have to shake it?”

“Don’t bum yours out to people who don’t give it back.”

“He will.” He spoke, his composure faltered and he started laughing at the lighthearted argument. He looked at me and just giggled to himself. “Fuck, y’so..”

“So?” I tilted my head, stifling a few more drunken laughs.

“Pretty.” He admitted with a soft exhale between laughs. “God, you’re so pretty.” He said, leaning in closer towards me, his breath smelling of smoke and beer as it filled the short space between us, the cold air being replaced quickly.

“Yeah? You think?” I felt the heat of my cheeks rise, definitely not helped by the drunken haze. He hummed with a nod. “Well.. I think.. there’s nothing wrong with my lighter.”

“Oh my god.” He laughed, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, nothin’ wrong wit’ it for the 3 seconds I had to use it. Just get a new one.”

“If I need a light, I’ll use yours. How about that?”

“What if ’m not around?”

“You’re always around.”

“Y/n. You’re ruining the moment.”

“We’re having a moment?” I joked and he grabbed my face, pressing his lips into mine without any further hesitation.

He held his lips there. “That’s f’the light, smokin’ rules and all’a that.” He mumbled, pulling away for a second to glance over my face, before kissing me again.

“And that’s for?”

“Shut up, was meant t’kiss you when I called you pretty but y’ruined it.”

“So that’s for being pretty?”

“I said shut up.” He laughed against my lips, his arms wrapping around my shoulders and pulling me into him. I laughed with him, my legs feeling like jelly from the mixture of alcohol and butterflies. “Been trying to kiss you all night but just couldn’t figure out how to.” He admitted with a light laugh as his lips chased mine before he kissed me again.

He held my body up and close to him, turning our position so his large figure covered me from view, low chuckles leaving his throat and filling the tight space between us. “Didn’t even think you’d snog me back.” He teased, his hands practically glued to my face and waist, holding me as close to him as possible.

“Why wouldn’t I?” I panted, the tone was light but it was still a heavy question.

“I mean, knew y’liked me but didn’t think it was this much.” He joked. “Thought you’d be distracted by my shite patter.”

“It was pretty shit.”

“Cheers.” He huffed in amusement, he leant in closer once again, making it clear he wanted to cut the banter, he kissed the corner of my mouth lightly. “Gonna kiss or gonna talk all through it?” He joked lightly before continuing his actions.

“Can’t do both?” I smiled, and it was met with a dramatic sigh.

“We can talk for the rest o’the night, hen, ain’t got all night for this.” He responded. “Someone’ll wonder where we’ve gone, but they’re probably glad I’m not kickin’ their arses.” He couldn’t stop laughing at his own words, evidently prideful over his accomplishment of being best at insert-any-party-game-here in the entire barracks. “Your lips are softer than I could’ve imagined, jus’, c’mon, hen, kiss me.” He pleaded.

“Johnny, you’re giggling too much.” It was admittedly infectious, the warm feeling spreading to my chest. “Someone could hear us.”

“Who cares? ’M sure no one’s listening, and it's not like we’re bein’ secretive.”

“We’re just ... Two friends havin’ a smoke.”

“Mhm, just friends.” His voice dipped, almost a whisper, his tone changed quickly. His demeanour stayed calm, and indifferent, though his words were almost sour. “Don’t know where anyone would get any other idea about us from.”

“Oh, c’mon, Johnny.” I dismissed, leaning closer to him. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.” His body still covered mine like a shield, his strong arms holding me in place as his eyes flicked.

“So what did you mean?”

I shook my head, my lips ghosting over his. “Don’t overthink it.” I whispered, and his hand gently cupped my face.

“Hard not to.” He moved closer, closing the short distance, his tongue swiping across my bottom lip. My hands wrapped around his neck, tugging slightly on the mohawk and earning a short whimper.

He pulled away for a moment, licking his lips. “I could go for ‘nother drink.” I joked, and he gave a light scoff.

His ears perked up at the clicking sound of the door opening, though he simply kept looking into my eyes, biting back any comments he could have. His reaction seemed to just be to hunch himself over me fully.

“Subtle.” The Ghost commented dryly; “Real subtle.” He’d evidently only checked on us to prove something to himself, and his sarcastic attitude matched that he found exactly what he expected. The pinnacle of crude.

“What do you want, Lt?” He grinned, not pulling away from me. He tried to keep the movements going into sync, though the fogginess of the liquor and the laughter between us made it hard for him to keep his focus.

He hissed inwardly. “What’s-his-face wants a rematch.” He said matter-of-factly before continuing; “They want you inside but I can see you’re busy. I’ll, uh, let you continue this.” He thought his comment was funny, before turning quickly on his heel.

Johnny’s soft chuckles filled the air and he pulled away for a moment. “I lied about the lighter, by the way.”

“Course you did.”

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itwasthereaminuteago · 2 years

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|| After The Beep ||

Pairing: Frank Castle x female Reader

Rating: E 18+

Tags/warnings: phone sex / guided masturbation, aw he misses you, uh yeah 🙂

a/n: dedicating this one to @saintmurd0ck and @castlesnchurches and all the thirsty Frank stans.

"Hey princess, it's me."

He always said that despite it being obvious it could be no-one else but him.

"I know it's real late and you're sleepin right now... we got a long drive ahead of us," he clicks his tongue, "we're alright, just stoppin' for some gas and snacks and shit and uh, I know I'm gonna be gone for a while this time so I wanted to leave you a lil somethin'." He clears his throat and you settle down in the bed with your mobile cradled to your ear.

"So you've probably just woken up huh? And you've been sleepin' in my shirt ain't ya? Don't lie sweetheart I know it." He laughs to himself at the thought of you trying to deny it and you laugh too, blushing even though he's not here.

"Alright, I know you look smokin' hot in it but you're taking it off sweet stuff, need you naked for me, okay?"

God, it amazed you how much power he had over you as you put the phone on speaker and obediently unbutton and shrug the shirt off and he isn't even there with you, he would be none the wiser if you'd just ignored him.

"You're so fuckin' gorgeous, can see you lyin' there in bed in my mind... damn, where do I start? Alright. Close your eyes darlin'. Can you feel my lips on your neck 'cos that's where I wanna put them right now, just soft like, kissin' up and down makin' you squirm. Love how it gets ya, love the smell of that shampoo you use, mm, buryin' my nose in your hair baby... breathin' you in, makin' my way down slow."

You can practically feel his words on your heated skin, he's already got you in a chokehold with this.

"Now you're gonna take your hands, run em down from your neck, yeah real slow baby, run em over those pretty tits of yours. Fuck, I'd spend all day givin' them my attention, they fit in my hands so perfect, would run my thumbs over em 'til your nipples are hard princess... they hard now? Yeah, and you know I'd get my mouth on them, jesus you fuckin' love that don't you? Me lickin' an suckin' you like that?"

You're pinching them now, playing along as your breathing is starting to hitch in your throat, rubbing and rolling them in your fingers as you squirm on the bed. He keeps going.

"You feel me makin' my way down your beautiful body hmm? Cos I'm kissin' you all the way down baby. God your skin tastes so good, can't help myself from lickin' down your stomach baby girl. Oh an' I love your curves sweetheart, might not be able to stop myself from bitin' your hip cos y'know I wanna eat you up... mm, but don't rush." God his voice, it's so low he's almost growling, "we're gettin' to that."

bleep. bleep. bleep.

"Ah shit." You hear rustling and the sounds of Frank scrambling about over the phone.

"Hey Red! You got change?"

There's a pause.

"Hurry the fuck up... thanks. Now get the fuck outta here an shut yer bat ears."

You can't help but laugh and then you hear the clink of a whole bunch of coins.

"Sorry sweetheart, where were we... Oh yeah, you run those hands over those hips and the outsides of your thighs, and shit girl you know if I was there I'd flip you over and bite that gorgeous ass too right? Mm, okay, now hitch your knees up for me darlin', that's it. You know I'd kiss all the way up those legs too huh? Think about it baby, you feel my lips on the inside of your ankle? Gonna go real slow, just takin' my time... I know you're ticklish when I get up there but you gotta try stay still f'me. Atta girl."

You're practically shaking as you imagine him there with you, trailing up your inner thigh with that mouth... fuck.

"Spread your legs f'me sweetheart, nice n' wide, good girl."

You do as he says, your core throbbing with need.

"Want you to brush your fingers down over your stomach baby girl, slow, real slow like molasses... yeah, keep goin'."

You shiver as the tips of your fingers travelling downwards raise goosebumps all over your heated skin. Fuck, Frank...

You keep going as he says, finally reaching the soft hairs of your mound, and down further, sliding between the slick lips of your pussy with a shaky exhale.

"I'm bettin' you're wet gorgeous, aw yeah, I know you. I'd put money on that you were drippin' as soon as I told ya to get naked huh?"

He did know you.

"I'll quit teasin', you can touch yourself sweetness, anywhere but your clit, or inside, not yet."

That's not quitting teasing you think, whimpering as you follow his instructions, god, your fingers are gliding easily over your pussy, dancing so close to where you needed them. So close, but not enough.

You stop as you hear Frank sigh. "Damn it's hard bein' away from you for so long,"

No shit Castle.

"Sorry baby, don't wanna leave you hangin'. Alright you can touch now sweetie, I know you won't need much..."

God he's right. You rub your clit in frantic circles, soft moans slip past your lips, your other hand diving lower to thrust two fingers into your dripping cunt. You hear him ramming more coins into the payphone.

"You making noises yet baby? Fuck I reckon you are by now, get nice n loud for me sweetheart, you know how I feel when you're makin' those sounds."

You whine and pant, fucking yourself with your fingers and imagining it was him touching you, him putting this roiling of butterflies in your belly.

"Baby I know you're almost there, c'mon an cum for me." he says and just like that you moan his name into your pillow where you can pick up the last remnants of his scent as the tension breaks. You writhe and cry out loud and long like he wants as you cum so hard, squeezing around your fingers, hips lifting off the mattress, and gasping as you slow down and stop when it becomes too much for you.

"That's a good girl, so good for me. Now I gotta spend four more hours in the van with Red and a hard-on like steel pipe but god damn, it's worth it to make you feel nice baby."

There's a beat of silence and all you can think about is how much you love him.

"Alright, I'll seeya sweetheart. Bye."

The call ends.

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bruhhhh-huhhhhh · 2 months

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i have another…

i need to see some smut with jq BUT i need it with her black metal skin.

PLEASE THIS IS YOUR DOING NOW YOU MUST FIX IT

Ughhhhh fineeeee

Horny bastard

Man idk how to tag stuff like this. Uh

Strap on usage. Dom!Junkerqueen bc she's hot. Trans male reader bc we need

Rock Hard On

Junkerqueen x trans!male reader

Odessa peppered small kisses down your jawline, leaving black lipstick in her wake. You couldn't help but whine when her canines dug into your neck, leaving a small mark. How had you gotten here, pressed up against the wall of your hotel room with your girlfriend ravaging you like you were the most amazing thing in the world?

Well, you had a small idea.

It started when one of her old friends from back when she was a teenager showed up and brought up some band that she used to be in. You couldn't help but look at her in confusion as she laughed and nodded along agreed to whatever her friend was suggesting. When he finally left, you pulled your girlfriend back to the couch to get some answers.

"Dez, what was that?"

"Oh, he's just a mate of mine. We used to have a band way back when. Where ya think I got my guitar skills from?"

"Well, what did he want?"

"Wants to get the band back together for one last tour. You okay with that?"

“Well, obviously. As long as you’re happy, Dez.”

And she was. Odessa was all smiles as she got into a modified version of her punk outfit and put on the makeup and temporary hair dye that would wash off when you two showered later.

The band was very excited to meet you. They all shook your hand and hugged you, thanking you for keeping your queen safe and happy.

While they were preparing for the show, you couldn’t help but ogle at your girlfriend. She looked gorgeous.

Well, things happened, and you may or may not have whispered absolute filth in her ear before the band had to go backstage for final touches.

In your defense, she looked hot as fuck.

You were on her mind the whole performance. As her boyfriend you obviously got front row seats, which you used to make faces at her and mouth obscene things. The whole time she was on stage she was thinking about jumping off the stage and fucking the brat right out of you. But sadly, that would have to wait.

When the time for saying goodbye finally came, Odessa was so ready to leave and go back home. "C'mon, I gotta go home. Tell people that they can send me a letter if they wanna talk so bad," Dez told her band mate, who just sighed and let her leave.

She was quick to find you waiting outside the building for her to get done. In all honesty, you were about to go back to the hotel and wait for her there. You gave her a loving smile and grabbed her hand, dragging her across the street to the hotel. Her grip on your hand was tighter than usual, but that's exactly what you wanted.

One steamy elevator ride later, you two were at your room. The second the door closed she was on you.

"Think ya can just do things like that and expect me not to act on em?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you said, feigning ignorance.

You girlfriend looked at you, her face completely serious, as she repeated the words you told her before she had to go. "'Can't wait for you to fuck me when we get home. Want you to ravage me. Wanna feel your fingers down my throat and strap so far inside me I can't think.'" She mocked. Your face flushed but you just turned your head, ignoring her.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you said.

Odessa growled and grabbed your face, making you look at her. "Don't. Lie. If ya wanna get fucked, then you'll get fucked. But I ain't gonna let ya lie to my face and get rewarded."

Yep, you fucked up and you knew it, so you looked her dead in the eyes and started begging for her forgiveness. After a few seconds, the queen in front of you just stuck a finger in your mouth and started to remove your clothes.

"Fuckin' whore. Could always just leave you here, needy and alone. Could go and shower and just leave you here, needy and wanting for me to touch you."

"Noooo," you whined, momentarily taking her fingers out of your mouth. Just as you went to say something else, she forced them back in, making you gag.

"Didn't say that you could stop sucking on those, now did I?"

You shook your head, looking at her apologetically. Dez rolled her eyes and went to peel off her clothes before you frantically reached your hands out to stop her. "What, you like this outfit?" You hummed in agreement and Dez laughed cruelly. "Yeah, I bet you do. Fine, I'll keep it on. Just for you."

It didn't take long for Odessa to get impatient and pull her fingers out of your mouth and replace them with her lips on yours. She just sat there and made out with you, occasionally trailing her mouth down lower to nibble and suck on your neck. "Pretty boy. Can't wait to ruin you," she said, picking you up and laying you down on the bed.

At this point, you were completely naked. Odessa grabbed her strap and harness and put them on over her clothes before climbing on top of you.

She teased your dripping folds with the tip of the silicon dick. You whined and gripped at the sheets. "Dez..." you trailed off, looking at her with the most pathetic eyes you could muster.

"Oh, does my pretty boy want me to fuck him?"

You whined and nodded.

"I need words, dear. Gotta hear you say it."

"I want you to fuck me. Please, Dez, just wanna have you fuck me until I can't think anymore. Just wanna feel you inside me and feel how good you make me feel," you rambled. You really, really needed this.

Odessa chuckled and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Well, I guess that's enough. I ain't goin easy on you, so be ready."

That was all the warning you got before she slammed into you and started to fuck the life out of you. All you could feel was the silicon dick pushing in and out of you, hitting your deepest spots and making you moan out in pleasure.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you couldn't help but already feel close. It's not your fault; you two hadn't done anything for a while now.

It's almost like Odessa read your mind. "You close, pretty boy?" She asked, not once slowing down.

You couldn't speak. Any time you tried, all that came out were lewd moans and whines. So, instead, you just nodded furiously. Odessa laughed cruelly and started to bite and kiss the more sensitive parts of your neck.

"Well then, pretty boy, you can cum."

It wasn't often that she gave you permission to cum so easily. It normally took lots of begging and promises of behaving to get her to even consider it. That should have told you what she was going to do to you. Sadly, you were too focused on the pleasure that she was giving you to think about anything past what was happening right then and there.

With a loud moan, you came. Dez helped you ride out your high, slowing down her thrusts slightly. Before you could stop her, Odessa grabbed your phone and took a picture of your fucked out state before showing it to you.

Your hair was a mess. Drool spilled down your chin and mixed with the blue lipstick left behind from your girlfriend's kisses. Bite marks litter around your collarbones and the soft spots on your neck. "Don't'cha just look so pretty? Can't wait to make you scream for me again."

When Dez started to speed up her thrusts again, you knew you were done for.

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astrok1dz · 2 years

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What is up, it's angpyel.

I'm wondering if you could do a Rise! Raph x reader where the brothers find out about their relationship and they are Pissed! Do what you will with it.

Stealer - Rise!Raph x Reader

A/n: @angphyel THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING!

LOOK AT HIM I LOVE HIM

Warnings: none

Summary: The last thing the brothers expected was for another hero to show up at the scene, even less fight the villain before they could, how rude. But of them didn’t seem to really mind this incident!

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While you didn’t exactly do everything legally, you did recognise the amount of villains and overall troublemakers roaming around in New York. You honestly considered yourself to be quite the opposite, going out at night to fight crime.

Little did you know, you would be a troublemaker for someone too.

The first time they saw you it was about three weeks ago. The Foot Clan had been in the newspaper, so that’s who they were going for.

The four siblings stood on the rooftop of a building, ready to fight.

“Alright, we can’t mess this up, got it? If we want to be real heroes, we gotta make this work, ‘kay guys?”

“A-okay hermano! Oh I sooooo got all my one-liners ready!”

“Donnie, got eyes on him?”

“Sure do.”

They jumped from building to building, closer to the one the soldier stood on, silently preparing to attack. A creak ripped through the night, right above them.

“Uh… you guys heard that?”

They all nodded and looked up. Right above them, you crouched on a balcony with perfect balance.

“Man, not a stealer!”

A “stealer”. Man, nothing was worse than those. Technically they couldn’t attack them, since as far as they knew they were innocent citizens too, but it was just nerve-wracking to have someone edge you like that- to steal your case, the ass you were about to kick.

“Oh hoho no. This is so not happening. Raph, do something!”

But contrary to most of the times, Raphael stood there dumbfounded staring at your silhouette. You operated quietly and slyly, with a better stance than any of them. Not too focused, as you caught him staring. You winked at him, just a tease. While it wasn’t your goal, a part of you did enjoy being the center of attention, the main character, even if it meant ripping cases from other heroes’ hands.

You couldn’t help but think how, for the first time, someone looked more adoring than annoyed by your mischief. And God, that red-masked mutant did look adorable with that shine in his eyes. As you jumped from the balcony onto the villain, he was oblivious to his brothers bickering.

“Raph they’re on it! We gotta move!” - Leo dragged him along.

“Hey! That’s our villain-to-bust!” - Mike whisper-shouted at you.

You simply shrugged and, stepped right off the balcony and on Raph’s shell, jumping off of it onto the villain and delivering a kick to the side of their head, quickly knocking them out. The awe on their faces was beyond satisfying. Rubbing it on their faces would only make this victory more delightful.

You crouched next to the Foot Soldier and snapped a quick selfie, making a peace sign. Next up you blew a kiss, looking at Raph, playfully, and disappeared onto the night again.

“This is unbelievable… we can’t just let them run away…”

“Guys, for the first time ever I agree with Donnie, that’s so not fair!”

But Raph placed his hands over them before they could move.

“We can’t waste time chasing them. It’s a one time thing. We’ll get ‘em next time.”

“Yeah! There will be no next time!”

Oh they were so, SO, wrong.

As they headed back home, Raphael couldn’t help but replay those images in his head, and touch the spot you stepped on on his shell, blushing slightly, way too intrigued.

As much as he knew his brothers would be mad to see you again, he couldn’t help but wishing for it.

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tysm for the request! should i make a part two?

feel free to request!

tags:

#rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt raph #rottmnt fic #rise raph #rottmnt x reader

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slashingdisneypasta · 4 months

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Poly!Greasy Weasel x Fem!Reader x Wheezy Weasel || Drabble

Plot: Established relationship!You get dressed up for your boys, and Wheezy of course knows exactly what you’re up to- Greasy however, ever-boneheaded when it comes to a pretty girl in a pretty dress, does not. But that’s okay!~

I got some bad intentions

Lucky for you

I'll take your coat, your hat, your inhibitions too

I put my red dress on

Poured the whiskey stiff and strong

Candles by the bed

Lighting up my silhouette

You're gonna tell your friends that you made the move

But honey if you only knew

I put my red dress on

Just to watch you

take it

off.

(Red Dress, Sophia Scott)

*I’m so out of practise with these two (in a non-au sense) 😅 But I really wanted to write this (Its just quick and simple ^^). I hope its okay! ^^ Happy New Year!

Warnings: Illusions to smut. Unedited.

Tagging: @asperol-with-izzy, @astrid-flo , @disney-android-foundation , @lady-love88 , @marinerainbow , @moxiiscool , @ryantryan6969 , and @spookifi .

WHEEZY’s POV

When we walk in and Y/N’s just raisin’ up from where she was bent over the coffee table lighting some candles on there, flicking a match until the flame is blown out - that damn red dress on her, the one she pulls out every time she wants something from us cuz she knows it’s a winner, - I look right over to Greasy. It’s hard to look away from Y/N, don’t get me wrong, I’m sure as hell not immune, but I could not miss his reaction.

Annd… yeah. Goddamnit Grease, get that jaw off the fucking floor, this woman already thinks she can get anything outta you - us, - in that dress, no need to confirm it for her! Shit. I know that man has dignity; he must hang it up with his hat when he walks in here.

Still, its pretty funny. With a smirk on my lips, smokes grit in my teeth, I shake my head at him.

I look back over to Y/N then, closing the apartment door behind Grease since he’s forgotten all about it approaching Y/N (without me, I’m pretty sure everyone in this building woulda seen them fucking for this exact reason), I see a pretty little smirk spread across her red lips (The lipstick too?... jesus fucking christ, she really wants something from us huh.) and she tilts her head at Greasy. “… turn off the lights for me, please?”

“… but why? Mi amor, I want to see all of- “Before he can finish, I punch the lights myself; leaning back against the door and watching them both, not willing to join ‘em yet. Not til I know what she wants… Her eyes slide over to me, and I raise a brow at her. Asking. “El fumador- “

Ignoring the frustrated tone in Greasy’s voice, I continue to look at Y/N. Half because I’m waiting for her to cave- and half because, well, she’s damn pretty.

Of course, she doesn’t cave, she just flicks the black and used match onto the coffee table and sets her hands on her perfect fucken hips. Then, looking thoughtful with the firelight flickering in her eyes, she fixes her hair; lifting it off her shoulders for a moment and letting it fall back down like she’s relaxin’. It’s a move.

… and I won’t lie, it does something for me.

And it definitely does something for Greasy; his own fire reflected eyes glazed-over with something stronger than lust and licking all over her- goddamnit, man, pull yourself together. I wanna laugh.

“Y/N tell me, what’s the meaning of all- “When Y/N’s hands slide up over Greasy’s shoulders, smoothing over his green suit, his words stutter to a clipped stop for a moment as he takes in a deep breath looking down at her. Her eyes are on his lips, his are on… well. Not her lips, that’s for sure- “Uh, hah, all this… ”

“I just missed my boys,.. Grease why don’t you take off your jacket?”

For a moment, Greasy looks daring; leering down at her with sharp teeth like a hungry wolf. “… why don’t you do it for me?” For a second, if you didn’t know better, y’might think he’s himself again; cunning and sly, the bosses right-hand-goddamn-man. But all Y/N’s gotta do is bat those eyelids and tilt her head to the side ever-so-slightly (She’s got this down to a science; its impressive), and Greasy’s backbone reverts back to a mashed potato state.

“Cuz I’m gonna go pour the drinks!” She moves her hands down to the opening in his jacket and tugs carefully, leaning into his ear. “Stiff and strong… “

I don’t even see Greasy move- just see that green jacket flutter and fly behind the couch, forgotten.

When her eyes glide over to me in the soft darkness of the room, a giggle in her eyes from Greasy’s enthusiasm (He’s so lucky she finds it cute- everyone else’d call it creepy), she gives me a slow once-over from head to toe. I don’t move a goddamn muscle. “… you glued to that door, Wheezy?”

“Nope. Like it here. Great ventilation.”

“Uhuh… Well you’re gonna miss out on all the fun.”

“I don’t have a problem with that.” Greasy intervenes, still looking at her. She gives him an amused, perturbed look- almost forgetting tonight’s seductress act, almost laughing at her boyfriend. She’s fucken adorable.

“I know you don’t- “Stifling the grin with grace, she shakes her head and looks back at me again. “But I don’t want Wheezy to feel left out.” She pouts, and I wanna kiss her- but I stay where I am. I can kiss her all I like after I know what the cheeky little lady’s after here. That look in her eye aint sittin’ right, with me. When after a moment she decides she’s not gettin’ anywhere with me, she sighs and turns back to Grease who’s still eyeing her like a starving predator. Who hasn’t stopped, since we walked in and saw her in the dress. “Well- he can join us later.”

“Fantastic idea.” Greasy breathes, his clawed fingers finally raising up to touch her (Good on him for lasting this long, though. Impressive for him), his eyes lookin’ hypnotised. “Let the old man join us when he’s got the energy.”

… “Oy- “I have the ener-

“Sh sh sh.” Greasy waives me off, and I sigh; rolling my eyes. Whatever. Y/N gives another forgetting-her-seductress-act kinda grin at us, before stepping away from Greasy and going to get the drinks in the kitchen. While I’m thinkin’ good, I could use a drink, my sly partner here takes the opportunity to whirl around and hold a stern finger up at me. “Alright el fumador!! What are you doing?? You’re ruining the mood!! Whatever you’re doing-- stop it!! If you can’t play nice, go take a long, long walk around the block!! In fact walk all the way to the apartment and stay there, because I have intentions with our lovely Y/N, and- ”

“Grease.”

“- and they are very detailed, and very delicious, and you are not going to take them away from me!- “ Man this guy can talk.

“Grease- “

“No! I don’t want to hear it! Close your mouth and be very very nice to Y/N, or I’ll stick your disgusting cigerettes in the freezer!”

… well that aint nice. Before I can pipe up again, try to explain to Grease what’s going on, Y/N walks back in and somehow she’s gotten hotter. Holy…

“Here you go!” Y/N hands Greasy a drink, and I once again watch all thought (Or, most thought) slip outta his head again lookin’ down at her before she moves on to hand me my drink. I nod, thanks. “… what were y’all talkin’ about? Don’t leave me out! ^^”

Greasy straightens his shoulders, raising to his full height to give me a Look. A shut up your pie hole, kinda look. I sigh, and shake my head; taking a drink. “Nothin’, doll.”

“Absolutely nothing~ “Greasy agrees, approaching us both at the door and slithering a serpentine arm around her waist. “Now~ Minx~ You got me all liquored up- what will you do with me now?~”

“You haven’t taken a sip yet… “I mutter into my glass, getting a sharp glance from him before he looks right back down at our girl. Whatever.

Y/N, bold as all hell, just tucks her pretty fingers under the knot in Greasy’s tie and guides him down into a kiss. A slow, deep kiss that’s really something to watch; I can’t lie. Seein’ my girl kiss my doofus guy aint ever bad.

… Damnit maybe I’m a sucker, too.

When she reaches over, mid lip-lock with Grease, and slips two more of her pretty fingers into the crook of my arm - guiding me closer to them, so she can kiss me next, - I fucken let her. Whatever she wants, she can have.

#Greasy Weasel x Reader x Wheezy Weasel Drabble #Wheezy Weasel x Reader x Greasy Weasel Drabble #Greasy Weasel x Reader Drabble #Wheezy Weasel x Reader Drabble #Greasy Weasel x Reader x Wheezy Weasel #Wheezy Weasel x Reader x Greasy Weasel #Greasy Weasel x Reader #Wheezy Weasel x Reader #Greasy Weasel #Wheezy Weasel #Toon Patrol #Toon Patrol x Reader #Drabble

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banana-pancake5 · 5 months

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“You got Served” TOF au

Episode 19 of rottmnt in my AU! (This would take place after the main story of TOF)

[Warnings in the Tags]

Graham, Mikey, and Leo were all discussing Jupiter Jim theories when Graham’s phone started ringing. “Hang on guys, I gotta take this.”

“Aw okay,” Mikey answered while Leo was still explaining his complicated theories. Graham answered the phone as he walked out of the kitchen

“What’s up Boss?”

Hueso responded in a whisper from the other line “I need you here as soon as possible!”

“Wait what? It’s my day off why do I have to work today?”

“Please it is an emergency!”

“Ugh fine.” Graham hung up and made his way back to the kitchen. Mikey and Leo’s conversation came to a stop, and Mikey asked, “So, who called you?”

Graham responded, “It was Hueso, he needs me to come into work.”

Leo asked, “But it’s your day off! You said no right?”

With a sigh Graham said, “He said it was an emergency. It’s probably not a big deal but I still gotta go.”

“Could we come with you?” Mikey excitedly asked.

“Uh sure, I don’t know why you would want to though.”

Leo jumped up “To get pizza duh!”

With the help of Leo’s portals they got there in just a few seconds but Hueso was still nervously waiting there. Hueso looked shocked for a second at the sight of Leo and Mikey but was grateful for the extra help.

“So what’s going on Boneman,” Leo asked.

“Hurry I’ll explain inside.”

All three of them exchanged slightly worried looks as they followed Hueso through the portal. As they entered the kitchen they were welcomed by the smell of freshly baked pizza. Mikey looked around in awe at the fabulous kitchen as Leo looked for any bits of pizza he could snatch. But it was all off to Graham, the kitchen was completely empty.

Is this why Hueso was so nervous? Did the employees just like not show up?

“So uh Hueso why did you call again?

“I booked the Makers of Brutality and Masters of Barbarianism for the same night!”

The latter sounded familiar to Graham but he couldn’t remember why. After a moment of confusion Mikey asked, “uhh is that bad?”

“They are mortal enemies! They will not hesitate to bash each other and my whole place!”

Graham was already grabbing his uniform assuming it was going to be a long night. Leo threw an arm around Hueso as he said, “Ah so you called the toughest bouncers you know to boot ‘em outta here!”

Hueso pulled away from Leo’s arm and explained that they are here to be waiters and chefs and most importantly to not let the rival gangs fight. Graham waited at the door for Mikey and Leo to get into their uniforms

“You guys ready?” Graham asked as the others came out. They both gave a confident nod as all three of them swung open the doors.

Graham saw the the gang of snake Yokai angrily waiting at their table… The Masters of Barbarianism. The gang responsible for his arm, or lack-there-of…

Graham’s heart started racing, breath quickening, he gripped his prosthetic in an attempt to stop the phantom pain. He heard Leo and Mikey ask if he was okay but he couldn’t respond. he tried to say something but he was too scared, frozen in fear, he could feel tears about to fall. He quickly bolted into the kitchen and out the portal, collapsing in the alley. He gripped his prosthetic harder desperately trying to stop the phantom pains. He felt tears falling. Mikey and Leo were suddenly beside him. He’s sure they’re saying something but he can’t focus on what they’re saying.

Probably saying I’m a coward. I need to leave. Go somewhere safe.

Grahams voice was quiet as he spoke between breaths “l.. I need to leave” He wiped the tears from his face and started to quickly leave but someone put a hand on his shoulder and he heard “Graham Wait!! Where are you going!? Are you okay!?!”

He didn’t turn around, just pushed past their grip trying to hide his face and said “I’m going to the lair I’ll be fine!”

He quickly left, trying to focus on breathing as he ran through the city. His arm was still throbbing. It was late, the city was rather loud, but his thoughts were louder.

Why does this stupid arm hurt so bad!? Its gone!! It’s been gone since I was ten! I was crying! Stop. Breathe. They saw me crying! I’m 16 and I’ve been through too much to cry over some stupid pain THATS ONLY IN MY HEAD!!! Stop thinking. They probably think I’m a coward! Stop please stop. That I’m weak! What is wrong with me!? STOP!

He was right outside the entrance to the lair. Pull it together. I am fine. He hesitated a few more minutes then walked in the lair and saw Raph and Donnie talking to each other in the living area. Graham tried to quietly walk by but they both noticed. Raph looked at him worryingly and asked “Hey Graham, Uh Leo and Mikey told us something happened at Hueso’s?”

Graham looked at the ground and held his arm “Heh uh yea, no I feel fine I’m just pretty tired. I was just headin’ to bed.”

“You sure you’re good Graham?”

“Yep, all good here!”

“Well, we’re here if you need anything.”

“Yeah, what Raph said,” Donnie said as he typed something into his phone.

Graham went to his box car grabbing his phone out of his pocket, ignoring the notifications, and started listening to music to calm down. He heard people knocking on his door a couple times but decided to just not answer. Hopefully they’d think he’s asleep. After listening to music for awhile, he felt a bit better and the pain dulled down so he went back to his notifications.

[Missed call] 9:23 pm

Leo: Hye you ok??

[Missed call]

Leo: Whyd u leave?

[2 Missed Calls]

Leo: what’s going on?

Leo: Mikey is really worried are you good?

Leo: Ill stop texting u now just tell us when your back

10:27 pm

Leo: okay Don told me your at the lair glad you made it back ok

11:30 pm

Leo: Hey! This is Mikey my phones dead but we brought pizza if you want some! (Leo’s busy so I stole his phone >:])

Hey sorry for leaving you guys. im fime now :) is there any Pizza left or nah?

Fi,e*

Fibe*

FIJE*

FINE*

Leo: You sure your fine lol

Don’t act like you have better spelling then me

Leo: Anywayyy theres pizza int he fridge

The*

I’ll be there in a sec lol

Leo: >:(

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First official short story of TOF I hope y’all like it :D

If you have any thoughts, questions, or find any grammatical errors send me an ask ^-^

Ty for reading this!! I have another short story for Graham planned too!

(Orange text is Graham btw)

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kingofdarkness00 · 2 months

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thanks for tagging me in the wip game!! im curious about all the bb WIPS but let me ask about "Footprints" 👀

Of course, you're so welcome! 🥰

So, "Footprints" is the mini-series and prequel to my series "Life With Papa!Sebastian and Little!Ciel." It's a series of oneshots that showcases the lives of Vincent and Rachel from the time when Rachel was pregnant with Ciel to when he was born and growing up and when Sebastian was first hired as a Care-Nanny.

This is what I have written so far for the next chapter:

Ciel poked at the roasted carrots on his plate with his plastic fork, glaring down at them as if they'd done something to personally offend him.

"Finish your carrots, Ciel," Vincent said, before returning back to his own plate of food.

A wordless whine left the boy.

"Do I gotta?"

"Yes, you do."

"What if I promise to eat 'em t'morrow night a'stead? Please?"

Vincent shook his head, taking a sip of water before replying, "Nope. Sorry, little mate, but you have to eat them tonight."

"Okay, bu–but what if I promise to eat extra carrots t'morrow night?

"If you don't make them all up tonight, then there will be no dessert after dinner."

Ciel gasped in horror. "But, daddy–that's not fair!"

"Mm, no, seems pretty fair to me. If you decide not to listen to daddy and eat up your veggies, then you'll just have to face the consequences by getting no dessert tonight."

"I don't like carrots though, daddy!" Ciel responded, lip curling in disgust as he glanced back doen at his plate. "They're yucky."

Vincent couldn't help the laugh that busted out of him at that.

Ciel frowned, letting his fork fall to his plate so he could cross his arms over his chest. "It's not funny, daddy."

"I'm–I'm sorry, son." Vincent forced himself to get a hold of his laughter. "Daddy didn't mean to laugh at you. It's just, well, you didn't always feel that way about carrots." The man turned in his seat to give his full attention to Ciel. "In fact, you loved them as a baby."

Ciel's head snapped up to look at the man, eyes widened in disbelief. "What?"

"That's right." Vincent gave a nod of confirmation. "And did mummy or I ever tell you that carrots were actually the very first food you ever ate?"

"Nu-uh! No way that's true, daddy!"

Vincent chuckled. "I'm afraid so, my boy. There's even pictures to prove it."

"Lemme see."

"I will. After you eat your carrots."

Ciel huffed and slumped down as much as his booster seat would allow, cheeks puffing out in a pout.

Vincent was quiet for a moment as he pondered what he could possibly say to convince his stubborn child to eat the remainder of his dinner. He–

#asks #thekingspeaks

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euphoriabled · 1 year

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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

——— BASICS! ♡

(PEN)NAME: kaliya (kuh-lee-yuh)

PRONOUNS: um, so i guess i use she/her the most, but also mostly out of convenience? but i don’t think i have an attachment to any pronouns really so i’m also experimenting with she/they but really you can use any because again i really don’t think i feel any sort of connection to any -- okay let me rephrase ... really, as long as you refer to me kindly, use any you’d like. :’)

ZODIAC SIGN: oh!!! i’m a libra sun, pisces moon, taurus ascendent, leo ve---!

TAKEN OR SINGLE: in a long distance relationship with my favorite person. sometimes i think about how insane it is that we even crossed paths, how many things had to align, and it blows my mind. genuinely get teary eyed thinking about them. i’m so lucky. 🥹

——— THREE FACTS! ♡

1 - i auditioned for a wes anderson film, b.reaking dawn, and misc. other things as a child, but i decided to stop acting as i got older so i could have a ‘real high school experience.’ gotta be the biggest L of my life.

2 - i met half of all my closest friends and my partner on a fucking karaoke app.

3 - i keep thinking about choosing a new pen name but then i get nervous that maybe someone already has that pen name and has a callout post of some kind and that i’d stress out people i don’t know by popping up as a blog with that pen name because what if they think i’m the other person with that pen name and then i’m making them feel unsafe and then i get really sad thinking about how scary would that be for them and then i realize i’m literally worrying about writers that i literally made up and don’t even exist ... so i just stick to kaliya.

( bonus fact - i use these emojis a lot: 🌸🦋💕🥺🥰 )

——— EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED: 💀💀💀 don’t even ask me that bro, it’s so cringe ---- ( i used ask.fm, facebook, discord, smule ims, text, PASSED NOTEBOOKS BACK AND FORTH -- if there was a way to write there, i wrote there. )

PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES: any way that suits my writing partners is honestly what brings me joy ! comfort and excitement brings the best threads!!

——— MUSE PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER: ANY ! ( i typically write women and nonbinary individuals, but i’ve written guys! shout out to my old muse bennett. miss him & calliope every day. maybe i’ll bring ‘em back one day. )

MULTI OR SINGLE: Either! I don’t have any muse preferences.

LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S): uh, people i know or used to see at auditions wkejfbwelj it hasn’t happened yet, but it’s a real fear. c.obra kai fandom could have gif packs of one of my childhood best friends. 💀

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡

FLUFF: oh, fluff just makes my heart melt. i love love so very much. i truly adore shipping; i know it’s lame to say so, but damn. it fills my soul with sunshine.

ANGST: i also love angst; what’s yin without yang? heartache, my tragic valentine, i love you so. i honestly probably write angst the most if i look at all my blogs.

SMUT : okay, so i find smut so intimidating !! i’m open to writing it with writers i trust, but i get nervous because it is just not my forte. i’m open to explore all levels of my muses’ dynamics, but i don’t typically write it. (AND WILL NEVER EVER WRITE IT WITH UNDERAGED MUSES. NEVER.)

tagged by: found it when looking for memes ! tagging: @forwardmoved @illogihcal @risingmccns and anybody else who would like to !! please tag me so i can see it 👀 💕 got too nervous to tag more people tbh!

#♥ — DASH GAMES.#i sound so obnoxious in this #but this is only because i am 😌#i just have a lot of thoughts in my brain #and mental illness but fuck it we ball

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eddiediazes · 2 years

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fanfic ask game!

i was tagged by uhhh kasmdf SEVERAL people my apologies i’ve been juggling some things but most recently i was tagged by @hetrez @henswilsons and @rewritetheending i am blowing kisses to u all, thank you much

What is your total posted word count on AO3?

okay so on my foxwatson account it’s 752,836 which is already a lot but uh. kasdf if you include my other old secret account it’s 808,708 which is truly like uh. boy that’s a lot!!!! to be fair i’ve been posting on ao3 for over 10 years now but that’s still pretty fuckin wild.

How often do you write?

when i’m feeling good i aim for every day, and usually manage at least three days a week. every once in a while i get in a really bad funk and don’t write for a couple months - usually when i’m in between interests and can’t get motivated to work on my original stuff

Do you have a routine for writing?

lately i’ve been doing a lot of writing at work, honestly uh. i think generally when the thoughts hit me i just try to get seated somewhere comfortable and open up google docs. sometimes i make a playlist or put on background music but sometimes i’m okay without it, too.

What’s your favourite tropes/pairing?

ohhh tropes. man there’s so many i truly love. i gotta say i’m very like. friends to lovers, childhood friends to lovers, that’s like klasdf almost a requirement for me to be interested. i love a slow burn, i love a mutual pining situation, i love a good old fashioned miscommunication. in terms of other favorites - i love fake dating and fake marriage or marriage of convenience stuff, i have a weakness for soulmate aus, and i think identity porn is both wonderful and underrated.

for pairings - obviously right now i live and breathe buck and eddie but kmsfad reddie will never be far from my heart, and stucky is probably my favorite pairing i’ve never actually finished a fic for. i have like klamsdf an annual unscheduled stucky spiral where i just binge a bunch of fic and tap at my two little unfinished stucky fics but then something always distracts me.

Do you have a favourite fic of yours?

augghhh um. if it’s my favorite buddie fic, that’s probably get out of my head? i think? klsdfa no offense to romance novelist eddie, i think i just finished it too recently, i still struggle with going back to read it. of my fics in general, i think it’s still actually the fic i wrote for my own private idaho, the path that we chose. that’s one of my favorite things i’ve ever written.

Your fic with the most kudos?

FAR and away, that continues to be the most popular reddie fic i ever wrote, hoping to be found, which was lkamds for some time sort of my magnum opus. shoutout to my fellow reddies.

Anything you don’t like about your writing?

i use too many em dashes asdAKLSDFMA no uh. sometimes i’m worried that my descriptions are too mechanical? i’m not a very poetic writer, i’m more kind of. practical and sometimes i get lucky with a turn of phrase, and sometimes i get frustrated with that.

Now something you do like?

i loooooove my dialogue like. it’s taken me a long time to be able to say that but i work so hard on my dialogue, i spend ages rereading it and reading it out loud and finessing it and i’m so picky about it and so. i feel like i deserve to be proud of it :) i also think i’m pretty good at characterization and pacing, also from a lot of hard work and practice.

i think the only people i know who haven’t done this yet are @colonoscopys and @fallingthorns ? but i could be wrong sorry if so klasdf if you haven’t done this yet and wanna be tagged please just let me know!!!

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vault81 · 3 months

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OC Interview

I was tagged by @orionlancasterr to do an OC Interview! So here is Jacks! (though I may edit this later with more of them)

"Oh- you uh wanna interview me? fuck it why not! ask away!"

name:

"I go by Jack mainly, but I guess you want 'ma 'government name'"

He starts biting down on his lip while his eyes scan the room

"I think it's Jack Andrew Cooke, ha! It's been a hot minute since I had to remember that one! Not used that since the G.O.A.T! exam!"

nickname:

"My nickname? most folks just call me 'courier' or 'six' but back east people did start calling me 'the lone wanderer', That one doesn't exactly roll off the tongue like the other two though."

gender:

"I'm a male! or man! dude works too!"

star sign:

"Uhhh what's my what?"

After being told what a star sign is, he begins counting on his fingers to work out when exactly his birthday is and what that'd make him, breaking out in a bright wide-eyed smile when he finally figured it out.

"I'm a libertarian! Oh- Arcade say's I'm wrong, apparently it's 'Libra', close enough in my book."

personality type:

"My personality type? uh, I'm a nice guy, I guess? I can be a bit dense sometimes, but I try not to be mean or rude.. wait, that's not what the question means does it?"

height:

"The last time my height got checked out, I think I just shy of 6'3? no wait! Arcade is around my height! and he's 6'3 I think? so yeah! I must be!"

orientation:

"Uh- hold on, lemme check my compass.."

He tries to stop himself from laughing, as if he just made the funniest joke in the world

"Bahahahaha! d'ya get it?! orientation, compas- oh okay I guess It wasn't as funny as I thought... uh- I suppose you could say I'm into guys, always have been I suppose.."

nationality/ethnicity:

"American! I'm sure 'liza said we had some Scottish in us too, Wherever that is!"

favourite fruit:

"Hmmm I'm gonna say Watermelon! They didn't grow 'em often down in the vault, so when they did, it was always for a special occasion! I haven't found anything out here that compares to them yet!"

favourite season:

"Winter! I absolutely hate the heat- yeah I know I live in a desert whatever! But I just love when it gets freezing, wrapping up warm in front of a fire and getting all cozy! and the snow! I love snow!"

favourite flower/scent:

"Lavender, I think it's just for the smell really. It reminds me of home, 'specially Old Lady Palmer! she used to smell like that when she'd come and babysit us! It's just become a comforting scent I guess, If that even is a thing?"

A smile crosses his lips as he closes his eyes, softening as he briefly relives those early years of his childhood

coffee/tea/hot chocolate:

"I'm gonna go with hot chocolate! I don't like how bitter coffee can be, besides It messes with my stomach, so I can't really drink it anyway!"

average hours of sleep:

"7-8 hours I'd guess.. used to be I'd be getting 'round 9-10 but we're always on the move these days so I've gotta be up early!"

"Although good luck waking me up! I sleep like a brick!"

dog or cat person:

"Dogs! Dog's all the way! One of our first adventures outside of the Vault me and 'liza found a dog! he kinda just kept following us around, think his owner died or something, we ended up calling him Dogmeat!"

He smiles, looking down at his pipboy, a picture of a blue heeler smiling away while it gets a bath is on the screen.

"'course we had to give Dogmeat away when we left D.C, he was getting old by that point, so it was best for him. Besides, he's in good hands with Moira!"

dream trip:

"My dream trip? ya'know I don't think I really have a 'dream trip' never had a place that I've been dying to go! guess you could say I've always been about the journey rather than the destination."

favourite fictional/real character:

"Hmmm.. think I'm gonna say The Mechanist! what's not to love about a dude with a robot army?! I mean yeah he was a villain but rule of cool overrules I think!"

"Ya know that reminds me I actually met 'The Mechanist' a coupla years ago.. fought a 'gal dressed up as The Antagoniser, but I'll save that story for later!"

number of blankets you sleep with:

"I actually don't sleep with a blanket most nights, my body runs too hot! I end up overheating under those things, Arcade compares me to a human furnace, so he ends up hogging 'em all!"

random fact:

"I'm actually allergic to some types of medicine! my eyes get all itchy and swell up! mainly ibuprofen that does that one... I just pop a anti-histamine and I'm right as rain though!"

Jack jumps to his feet stretching out all his limbs and gestures to the door

"Now, was that all? I got a few errands to run for the Followers over in Freeside!"

Since I'm not too sure who to tag (idk who else has done this or not) I'll just leave it open for anyone who else who wants to do it!

#oc; jack #oc interview #fallout #hope this is good lol #took me a few days to write #I'm such a slow writer lol #i just find it hard starting something!!#also I hope portayed what a fucking dork Jack is #he is only funny to himself #and only smart to himself #love my himbo

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The Pharcyde - 4 Better Or 4 Worse (1992) (DJ Nu-Mark RMX) (2008)

Uh, do you take, Rhymealinda Do you love me Tre, do you really love me? To be your lawfully, wedded, wife?

Uh, uh, I do, I do, no I don't, I do

Ah roomie zoom zim, I'm all to be wed To Rhymealinda I remember um, when we first met In eighty-two back in school used to play up all the fools Sometimes you'd be my number fives sometimes you'd be my twenty-two But um, screw the dumb shit, 'cause little Rhyme's true I can't wait to say I do and oh yeah honey there's no due I got my chariot, rolling, now I'm mic controlling Got some spunk in my funk, I can't wait to put some soul in We're rolling all strikes, we're having little tykes One is little Mike the others Ike I'm sure that you would like To hold em, or maybe stroll em on their little bikes When they're born, I've sworn, to bring 'em up right You know, dope is how I breed em, beats is what I'll feed 'em They'll be healthy like a health nut I'm sure you shake your butt (Kick the verse preacher) and I won't disperse Here's my life Rhymealinda for better or for worse

Well it's done she tagged me, duck duck goose I'm batter up I can't sleep the fly brotha must produce The power pack and I'm stacked like a forty-five Mag Straight up tennis shoes in my pants there's a sag Dropping so much grammar gotta slam it down my mouth Shup? I met a slut she, put me in the rut G With the dip that was down with me from the whole front Now front me never too cool how-ever I gotta get the bread, gotta get the butter Fix it up eat down throw it in the gutter (Gutter dreamed it) sour, (creamed it) gotta Skinny-dipped into her ass as if it was a pool of water Now the water's getting hotter so I bought her a new ring Maybe a love ballad is the song I sing I gotta kiss her ass my tongue I hold before I curse If you really want me bitch, take me for better or for worse

Well this is the final chapter (hello?) Of me, we're going to rack up (who is this?) In tune, in tune, in tune, a button (why are you calling my house?) A button, a button! Oh come on, honey (who is this? What?) Would you come along with me down (Mike is that you?) The lane and I will pick your brain (oh my God, who is this?) I won't be good like you think I will (I'll fucking call the cops) I'll take a hammer and start to drill (don't call my house) Your skull, and then I'll really start (oh my God, what is this) Picking, your brains cells, I will be (what? I'm gonna call the cops) Licking, mm mm mm mm! okay? (quit fucking around) You taste so intelligent, ah (hello, who is this?) Yes yes yes, you trusted me, now (help, who is this? What) I busted thee, top of your skull (are you doing? Why are you) You thought the day was going to be dull (calling me?) I'll make it very exciting I took your fingers then I started (who are you? Why are you) Biting, and then I scraped the meat (calling my house?) Off, the bone, of your leg (stop calling here!) Ah, you tried to make me beg (don't call here anymore) But I had to insist, I had to insist I, run up your pussy with my fist Okay, I think we've gone a little bit (I'm gonna call the cops!) Overboard, don't stop it yet (fuck you don't call my house!)

Like this ("like what like what like what")

Yo, I'm Audi Gee No doubts manufactured No ah copies, we can't ah, do the copies No copies, okay Oh, so you expect me to do some type of freak show? That's what it really is huh? Is that what you want? What you talking about? What you talking bout nigga? What you know bout the problems of L.A.? I'ma tell you what's wrong with the problems Of the people in the L.A. See the brothers needs some type of education And you know, some type of foundation, in the, uh Community, cause the mute-co, duh, the community Grows like seeds, and the seeds will not fall from The tree if you don't water the grass So nigga get off your rusty black ass Like this, like this You can get with this, or you can get with that I think you get with this because Fat Lip's fat Fat Uh, okay um, okay uh, keep going keep going keep going Keep going, hey Romye Romye, come here come here come here come here come here Come here come here (ok ok hey yo yo yo yo) come here for a second Hey Rhasaan, Rhasaan, Imani, Imani I think you should Oh, duh!

Songwriters: Derrick Lemel Stewart / Derrick Stewart / Emandu Imani Rashaan Wilcox / Emandu Wilcox / John Martinez / Lou Donaldson / Trevant Jermaine Hardson

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