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jellyfishandry · 5 months
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Drunk Soap
I don't write for CoD, but I couldn't get this out of my head
CW: mentions of drinking, me ranting, might be ooc, swearing, mentions of kissing, chest mentioned (not gendered)
(Btw, I have no idea what being drunk or drinking alcohol is like, so this may be inaccurate)
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The latest mission was a hard one, and everyone drank a bit more than usual that night
Though you had volunteered to be the driver, so you were sober
Soap drank the most, and he's like, all over you
Telling you how attractive you are, saying how well your shirt compliments your eyes, everything like that
He's just completely enamored with you
Straight up tells you he wants to kiss you
But you decide you shouldn't because of how drunk he is, and he could end up regretting it later
When everyone is safely home, you sit with him on the couch, listening to him rant about random things
But his words are a bit slurred, and his accent is thicker than ever, so it's hard to make out what he's saying
Eventually, he starts to get tired
You attempt to get him to at least get to his room, but he's already out
Practically laying in your arms
And you're too tired to carry him, so you adjust yourself and him, so he's laying on your chest
You fall asleep with your hands in his hair
He sleeps like a fucking rock that night
When the others find ya'll like this the next morning, Gaz takes a picture
He's never going to hear the end of it (you too, but not as much)
When Gaz shows him the picture, he goes a little red
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simpingbluecloud · 5 months
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obey me road trip
mammons ver
After driving a while MC gets control over the radio and no one thinks about it. That is until mammons song comes on. He's viben till his brother's glare at him and luci pauses it.
"What I'm not in control of the darn thing." He exclaimed.
"Then who is?" Luci asked till they releazed it can only be one other person. MC. They collectively look at them. With a guilty face mc continues to look out the window while playing play on there D.D.D having manmons song blare in the car again.
(I love him)
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randofanficrecs · 8 months
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Today's random fic is brought to you by the Ready Jet Go!(cartoon) fandom, When It Rains by bluffscove
Chapters: 1/1 Words: 912 Fandom: Ready Jet Go! (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Jet Propulsion (Ready Jet Go), Sydney Skelley, Sean Rafferty, Mindy Melendez, Carrot Propulsion, Celery Propulsion, Sunspot Propulsion, Face 9000 Additional Tags: Rain, takes place during early season 1, a little bit after Jet arrived on Earth, One Shot Language: English Summary: Jet experiences Earth rain for the first time.
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blueberryomega · 2 years
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Cole(d)OmegaBuck / Part One
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Cole: *wipes his nose* Hello, may I take your order please?
Kenny: I know it's you Adam. What the fuck are you doing?
Cole: Doing something to help the community... something that you obviously don't do.
Kenny: You're just there for money, not for any helping.
Cole: That's not the point. You should hurry order and stop claiming for what you're not doing.
Kenny: *eye roll* Fine. Let me have the number eight please with absolutely ZERO mustard. I hate eating that with mustard.
Cole: Sorry Kenny, but the number eight is not available at this moment.
Kenny: AND WHY THIS IS STILL IN THE FUCKING SCREEN?!
Cole: I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do to take it off there.
Kenny: You know what? I'm leaving the fuck out of here!
Cole: Kenny.. calm down...
Kenny: I won't recommend you for any type of helping you son of a bitch!!
Cole: Calm the fu....
Kenny: DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN YOU SON OF A BITCH!
Kenny gets out of the car, gets inside the restaurant and drags Adam by his uniform. He hits him and leaves.
Kenny: I'm not even starving anymore...
If this reaches at least six likes, you guys will recieve the second part.
Comment if you wanna be tagged in the next part.
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autocorrection · 7 months
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i love being the background character just watching the main character(sitting in the table next to me, alone, maybe mid thirties/twenties, short curly black hair+beard, dark skin, jeans,) staring off into middle distance while centerfold by the j. geils band plays in the background while he seems to contemplate his entire life, hand resting on his mouth as he seems to be struggling to not cry/fall into depressed slumber he puts his hand on his temple, eyes half closed, a single tear escapes from his eye. he takes out his wallet, counts out a few dollars, puts it on the table with the empty container, once holding cheap, grocery store thai noodles, and a half empty bottle of coca cola. he places his arm on the table as if meaning to get up, but he pinches his temple, closes his eyes for a second, takes a sip of the soda, then sits up, and stares further into the middle distance, questioning what to do next. he doesn't know what to do next. there's nothing left for him except the moment. should he stand up? leave? where would he go? home? what even is a home, anyway? he takes a deep breath, exhaling through his mouth. (he glances over to me, who he's apparently noticed has been glancing up at him for the past ten or so minutes.) he stands up. nothing to do except walk. see where it takes him.
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bluecatwriter · 10 months
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I've been rereading some of my old travel diaries from my early 20's, and one of them seriously reads like a slow-burn fanfic. I was on tour with a small indie band and there was a cute guy my age traveling with the band. And we spent two weeks "accidentally" hanging out and sitting close to each other at the merch table in smoky bars and reading Tolkien poetry to each other and taking walks at the beach and sharing food and stargazing and sleeping next to each other on living room floors and giving each other back rubs and talking late into the night gazing into each other's eyes.
We never kissed. We never even held hands. I pretended to fall asleep on his shoulder once in the car, and one day I gave him a little kiss on the cheek. And that was it. We said goodbye two weeks later and we both thought it was forever and I pined so hard that I threw up.
A month later he sent me an apologetic letter saying that he was sorry for being so presumptuous when I clearly had no romantic interest in him, but that he had to be honest that he was in love with me. And I was like, "What?! He was in love with me this whole time???"
So yeah, we're married now (celebrated ten years last autumn) but if you're ever wondering if your slow-burn fic is too slow, or that your characters are too oblivious, just remember me and my now-spouse mutually pining over each other every single second of the day for two weeks without ever saying a word to each other about how we felt. I was reading my own diary yelling, "JUST KISS HIM ALREADY!"
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marsneedstherapy · 1 month
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"I always give ao3 authors love" this
"ao3 authors are my deities and I worship them" that
one time, I made an ao3 author cry because I complimented their fic too hard.
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satanisaware · 2 months
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BETA WALLY!
It has been a while since I drew something creepy about this boy, so here I am.
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Also here is the original Wally too, I originally drew these based on my fanfiction, but it's okay, I'll put them anyway, it's about him.
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Another sketch of Beta Wally!
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cupcakeinat0r · 2 months
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A Nerdy middle-aged loser Miguel w a dad bod who teaches your genetics class.
He has a huge crush on you even though he knows he shouldn’t but how tf couldn’t he????
With the way you always walk in a minute or two late, making the whole class look at you as you strut in with your quiet “so sorry!” and your cute little outfits that show off the best parts of your body.
Miguel’s eyes would follow you and the way you set down your bag, whipping out your computer, ready to absorb all the knowledge that Prof. O’Hara has to offer like a sponge. He usually has to stand behind his podium because watching you hang onto every single one of his words with those parted, glossy lips and curious eyes made him embarrassingly hard.
Or the way you took notes, your cute little organization of colors and annotations. Your kindness in giving notes to your peers because you wanted to see everyone succeed. Even though you may not have looked like it, you were a smarty pants, too. And he found that extremely hot.
During his lecture, he’ll sometimes catch you applying lip gloss or fixing your hair in your compact mirror and think to himself how gorgeous you are and how lucky your boyfriend that you totally already have is.
Cuz there’s no way he could pull someone like you. Those days are over for him. Plus, you were way out of his league.
But he can’t help but have a sliver of hope every time you leave class with an adorable smile and small wave.
“Thank you so much, Professor O’Hara! Great class today!!”, your praise never ceasing to make him slightly flustered on the inside.
Before you, he totally fucked his own hand like everyday. He’s a lonesome man. But now that you were in his life? That man goes home everyday, imagining his had is your luscious, tight cunt, replaying your cute voice in his head over and over again.
What he has no idea is that his praise has the same effect on you.
Anytime you had a question or were worried that you weren’t understanding a concept, Miguel would comfort you, with the most gentle words and voice.
He was such a cute man. It’d be so easy to praise him and baby him, telling him he’s sooo smart and such a good teacher.
His well-kept black hair w tiny hints of gray throughout, his black rimmed square glasses, his little cashmere sweater + button up combos that hugged around his broad chest, enormous biceps, and pudgy belly. He was sooo dreamy. He made it so hard to focus.
You’d go up to his desk after class needing clarification on a topic. He’d tell you to sit down, eager to help you with the class (or anything ever, he’d do anything for you if it meant keeping you).
His cologne would fill your nose as he bends over the table, a strand of hair falling on his forehead, pushing his glass up his nose as he towers over you as he explains what ever it was you were confused about.
It never helped because you never caught a single word. You were too busy imagining his soft stomach rubbing against your back as he bends you over the table, plowing you while saying those sweet words of encouragement into your ear.
And those veiny, hairy arms and hands wrapped around your waist as he bounces you on his fat cock, making those adorable glasses of his fog up.
“Don’t worry, sweetie, you’re doing great, as always.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself, sweetheart.”
“I know, mama, It’s a hard concept to grasp, but you’ll get it. I know it.”
It made you scream on the inside. You wanted so badly to be a good student for him so that he could talk to you this way every single class.
Pt.2 here!
Want more DadBod!Miguel ? Here’s my master list, bae!!
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heart4buddie · 2 months
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Genuine question: do people actually read long fics on their phone??? Like how? Please take my very scientific poll.
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Halloween prompts year 2 day 4
Typical "sacrificed to the ghost king" scenario except thier technically being sacrificed to the "endless green of the void" aka the Ghost Zone itself and it just dgaf so when these guys land in Dannys front yard in the gz he sends them home immediately
Just
Batman: *gets sacrificed and thrown into the void*
Batfam: *were too late to stop it* Noooooo!
Batman: returns literally a moment later confused and with a post it note saying "✨ no ✨" complete with hand drawn sparkles ✨ stuck to his forehead.
The bats lose it a little as they finished beating up the bad guys.
Somehow it turns into the bats "sacrificing" themselves to the void just to see what kind of rejection they get.
Nightwing got sent back with a note that said "lol" and nothing else
Black bat got a note saying "No, thank you"
Red Hood got a "Tempting, but no"
Spoiler got a talking Barney the Dinosaur toy but the only sounds it would make were very accurate explosions
Red Robin was sent back with like, 12 flavors of lip balm in black metal tubes. No one recognized what brand they might be from and with a bit of reverse engineering Red discovered there were hidden laser blasters inside of each of them that would be used discretely. He got freaking secret agent gear wtf.
Robin got sent back with a uno reverse card taped to his back and a glowing green bunny with blank red eyes in his arms. He has no idea where the bunny came from but wasn't complaining. It was very fluffy and loved to give him kisses.
For some reason it freaked out both Drake and Todd though.
Phantom was just wondering why so many people were sacrificing themselves to him via the "sacrificial bride" ritual. He wasn't even anyone important so why send them to his territory in the Ghost Zone???
After this happened several more times Danny decided the next time one of the cute superheros his age got sent here he would ask them out on a date. Via ghostly "check yes or no" letter style of course. Thier date will be the first time they meet.
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jellyfishandry · 5 months
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Miscellaneous masterlist
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Drunk Soap
All Might SDV mod (not mine)
Connor D:BH headcanons
Ghost meeting your co-workers
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fleursdesmorts · 1 year
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every year people get angry when ao3 requests donations but honestly in a world where almost all spaces online are slowly being eaten by corporations which censor the content on those sites, having a fan-run fan-sponsored place where people can create gay art without fear is great
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randofanficrecs · 7 months
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Today's random Fic rec is from the Danny Phantom fandom, Of hybrids and lairs by Chrysanthemum9484.
Chapters: 1/1 Words: 1,330 Fandom: Danny Phantom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jack Fenton/Maddie Fenton, Danny Fenton & Frostbite, Danny Fenton & Pandora, Danny Fenton & Vlad Masters Characters: Maddie Fenton, Jack Fenton, Danny Fenton, Pandora (Danny Phantom), Frostbite (Danny Phantom), Vlad Masters Additional Tags: Ghost King Danny Fenton, redempted Vlad Masters, Nice Vlad Masters, Puberty, Phic Phight, Phic Phight: Team Ghost (Danny Phantom), Books, Maddie almost steals, Halfas are an entirely different species, ghost puberty, Halfa puberty, ghost prince danny fenton Series: Part 2 of Phic Phight 2022, Part 14 of One-shots Language: English Summary: Because I can't think of a summary you get the prompt instead: I think ghost puberty would be a fun one and how Danny deals with it.
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blueberryomega · 2 years
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Cole(d)OmegaBuck / Part two
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It was night. Adam was taking off his work uniform after he was forced to work the double of what he actually did. He was pissed off, and yeah, all of his work buddies didn't want to talk with him.
One thing he was sure about is that he got home jumping on his bed and resting. His buddies wasn't around, but he was all good with that. He had the opportunity to talk with the Bucks and explain what Kenny did earlier, but it was difficult to convince him to not do it again.
Cole: *yawns*
He falls asleep. Not giving a fuck about the rest.
↟ MORNING ↟
It was Saturday. He got his day free after he noticed he was late for work. He also complained at the empty atmosphere that was around him. He had the idea of video calling the Bucks.
Cole: Yo...
Matt: Wassup?
Cole: The sky bitch.
Matt: Don't talk to me that way.
Cole: He asks me what's up... I just said the sky. *laughs*
Matt: Clown. Hey, we'd been talking to Kenny this morning and he explained us his version of the facts. He said YOU denied taking his order.
Cole: Because it wasn't available!! What the fuck y'all want me to do?!
Nick: Low your voice. We're trying to help you.
Cole: You know how you can help me with? Leaving me alone, 'cause I have a day free and I don't wanna waste time in the two of you.
He hangs the phone, sleeping again as he heard a loud door knock.
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csainzoperator · 1 day
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ferrari drivers and their reaction to you kissing them in the middle of a conversation ☆
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warnings: kissing (obviously), skinship, suggestive jokes, slight nsfw, mentions of sex, mentions of food.
word count: 485
charles leclerc
♡ would be yapping about his new ice cream brand, LEC. he would be talking about it so passionately and lovingly that you cannot contain the amount of joy listening to him talk brings you.
♡ he would look at you weird, tilting his slightly, his eyebrows raised in question when you don't react to his words anymore.
♡ you would lean in and give his lips a soft peck, making him giggle. "what was that for?" he would question, gazing at you momentarily, his dimples on display, a soft shade of crimson on his cheeks.
♡ you shrug, "just because." his smile brightens, making your chest tighten with warmth. the type of warmth you feel when the summer breeze brushes through your hair, when you dip your sandy toes into the cold sea water, when you have hot chocolate on christmas night. you admire his smile, unknown to the one on your own face.
♡ he would caress your cheek softly, pulling you closer to him. he always felt so ALIVE when he touched you. so real. so full of uncontrollable love. he would kiss your lips, gently, like he was touching a something so fragile, so precious, so important. because you were all that. "just because." he would mutter against your lips, a shy smile adorning his face.
carlos sainz
♡ it was a summer break, you and carlos were in your small beach house in the south of france. he was making you both breakfast. you did try to help him (tried cracking an egg and got an egg shell inside the bowl), but he refused. he wanted to give you "queen treatment" because princess was too basic.
♡ you sat on the counter as you watched him work around in the kitchen. something about this act was so homely, so domestic. how automated it was, how it all came together so perfectly. how you were so used to it, but would never get tired of it. he was whisking up his world famous (as he would like to call it) pancakes.
♡ you would lean towards him, and he would question your loving stare "no i am not letting you help, mi vida." he would wear his stern gaze, hoping it would shut you up. helping him was far from what you wanted to do. you grab his face and kiss his plumply lips, making a 'muah' sound.
♡ although surprised by the sudden affection, he wouldn't waste a second in kissing you back. his lips would make their way downwards, leaving sloppy kisses down your neck. you had to shove him away playfully to make him stop.
♡ he would have a slight pout on his face, picking up his whisk again to work on his masterpiece. "why would you kiss me!? it was distracting, baby. now i'm not even hungry." he would whine, feeding you before letting the neighbours know what his name was through your, let's say, high pitched vocals.
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an: i made this while listening to bollywood romantic songs i lowk died ok. js a lil drabble for my adorable followers! hope u love it <3
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