#punky talks

[psychopunky]

1 Year Anniversary!

Its the one year anniversary of when I first started posting fan fic! My first full fic was Bad Break

I want to thank you all for your support. I love to write and having people who love to read my writing keep me motivated. (Also keeps me unhinged)

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So uhm when's the next postal fanfic dropping idgaf if it's a oneshot or a request or a new chapter . I need to goon .

It probably won't be until this weekend. I have 1,100 words written for the next chapter and 1609 words written for a request. That being said here take some stuff from my little P4 Coffee shop AU where the reader has a visceral hate for tourist.

The shop was quiet enough for you to pop a grilled cheese into the toaster. Finding a stool you kept behind the counter you sit behind the register. Trying hard to devour the grilled cheese and a smoothie before anyone else came in. Shoving the last bit of sandwich into your mouth as the bell above the door rings. Looking up you spot a man walking towards the counter. Chewing quickly you swallow down the last of your sandwich right as he makes it to the counter. “Hi!” Fake enthusiasm drips from your voice as you turn in your seat to face him. “Welcome to the Jumpy Bunny. What can I get you?” Looking at the man you were stumped at his appearance. He was freakishly tall, probably able to touch the menu board above his head. A head of red hair with grey streaks on the side. He was older than you, his goatee holding more gray than red. Wearing a t-shirt, cargo pants and for some reason a purple bathrobe. Sunglasses on his face you squinted wondering why he wasn’t taking them off. Everything about him screamed he was a tourist. “Ya can I get a black coffee.” The voice that came out of this man’s mouth momentarily short circuited your brain.  Deep, gravely yet somehow polite as he ordered. Tapping at the register screen you put in his order. “What size?” Reaching towards the to go cups hoping he wouldn’t stay. Something about this guy was rubbing you the wrong way. Maybe your tolerance for tourists had run out for the day. He looked up at the board above him. Making a ‘hm’ noise as he read over the board. “Whatever is the normal size.” He waved his hand  clearly, not bothering to read the sizes. The sizes were in plain english. Moving your hand to the regular to-go cup. “Can I get that for here?” “Of course.” The cheer in your voice is somehow still there. Being cheerful and friendly was important for the shop. A bad review would put a damper on your business. Ringing up his order you stated the total. Watching him dig through every single pocket on his body. From his cargo shorts to his robe until he produced the amount in exact change. He walked off to one of the large tables. Pulling a seat all the way out before slumping in it. Spreading his legs out, taking up as much space as possible. Turning to the coffee machines you get started on his order. Trying to not get annoyed at the old man. Every tourist was stupid that is just how they are. Finishing his simple order you place it on the pick up counter. Opening your mouth to call out the order you paused. Looking at the back of his head you realized you didn’t ask his name. Picking it up you walked a few steps to the table.Getting closer to him you noticed his phone was plugged in.

Narrowing your eyes you hated to think he was staying for a long time. Setting the cup down on the table he didn’t even look up from his phone. “Here’s your order sir.” Returning quickly to your duties, not bothering to stick around and check on him. Before you could even sit back down a large group of teenagers came in.

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Bad break alternative ending when???

Alternative ending!? You get your ambiguous ending and you like it.

However I did write a more ambiguous ending before changing it.

Anyway spoilers for ‘Bad Break’ below.

(You can see how different my writing is compared to now)

Context needed: Reader was retreating three books but all three fell under the bed.

Wait no.

There's no way they would just let a man who killed so many walk free on the streets. With reluctance you dug through the paper pile again. Finding a newspaper from 1999 a year before you moved to Arizona.

The first page didn’t have anything too important on it. The name of the newspaper had changed to the Jacksonville Daily. You kept going through it to see what was so important about it. Then near the middle there was a small article. It has a small smiley face drawn in pen by the title.

‘Miracle Doctor Cures All.’

‘A Local doctor who started less than a year ago at the local mental institution claims to cure all. Doctor Michael Samuel claims he can cure the worst case patients with his new methods. When asked to explain his methods Dr. Samuel declined saying it was a well guarded secret. The Doctor however has said that several of the institution's most difficult patients had been going through said treatments. They had shown great progress, even a few being granted release by the new governor. Governor Adam’s hopes to show that the Arizona medical system is the top-’

There was a loud ringing that made you scream. Dropping the newspaper in a panic you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket as it continued to ring. You ripped it out of your pocket at lightning speed.

“Hello?!” You sounded out of breath but your voice cracked at the same time.

“Whoa what's wrong? You’ve been gone for over an hour you know.” Dude's voice came through the phone clear as day. You looked wide-eyed at everything around you. The box with the sweater and journal. The newspapers strewn about. The newspaper clipping that scattered over the floor.

You felt like he knew. Like he would know you found all of this. Would you end up like Tiffany? Was anything he did actually real? What if he was a ticking time bomb?

There were so many questions. There was too much evidence to just ignore this. You couldn’t run from this or just pretend it wasn’t real.

“Um Hello? You’re kinda worrying me with the silence.” Dude spoke again. The phone was still pressed to your ear. You let out a shaky breath trying to speak up.

“Sorry I’m here.” Your voice was still shaking the distress you felt was leaking through. You heard movement on the other end of the phone like Dude was getting up.

“Where are you? You don’t sound good.” Shit you can’t let him know you found this. It had been poorly hidden but hidden nonetheless. “U-Um I’m at the Lucky Ganesh just got held up looking for the books.” Dude hummed into the phone in response. He was quiet for a few moments but you heard the sound of clothes ruffling.

“I’ll meet you there, just wait for me.” In a panic you started shoving everything back into the cardboard box. “Ok see you!” Hanging up the phone immediately you shoved it back into your pocket. You got everything back in the box, closing it up. Picking it up and putting it back in the space under the bed. Next the newspaper followed.

You got everything back and found the broken part of the bed. A piece of wood that had snapped out of place. You pulled the mattress back as best as you could hiding the fact the bed was broken. Looking around on the floor you found two books that you had dropped. Scoping them up you ran out of trailer.

Just wanting to put as much distances between yourself and this fucked up reality as you could. You made it to the Lucky Ganesh out of breath and sweating. Your eyes were no longer watery instead sweat had built up on your brow. The books clutched in one arm as you waited outside.

You didn’t know what to do or how to act. The man you are going to marry is a mass murderer who got out of a mental hospital because some governor wanted to show off. What's to stop him from killing again? Was he even really cured?

Someone grabbed your shoulder making you jump. You dropped your books in a panic as you whipped around. Dude stood behind you with a frown on his face. He pulled his hand back holding it up.

“It's just me.” Normally those words would comfort you but as you looked at Dude you didn’t know how to feel. He was not the young man in those photos. Instead gray hair and wrinkles were his more pronounced features now. Not long hair with a dead stare. “You look sick.” Dude commented, reaching out slowly before pressing the back of his hand to your forehead.

“Alright come on I don’t need you getting sick on me.” Dude moved his hand away from your forehead. Bending over he picked up your dropped books. Handing them back to you. You took them without a word. Dude reached out, taking your hand in his. He pulled on your hand a little to get you moving. Silently you followed Dude along heading back to your shared home.

As you walked you couldn’t help but think. Weren't there three books?

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To the person who said my fics got them into read fics,

Im so fucking sorry.

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE CONTINUE YOUR POSTSL DUDE FANFIC PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

I’m trying!!!

I got 1,000 words of chapter two written and I’m gonna lock in today. I’ll post when the new chapter is out.

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Arson and it’s advantages Dude x reader smut when ?? 😭🙏🙏

Oh you’re in for a fun surprise.

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hiii recently got into postal and just finished reading bad break and im SHAKING it was so good. reading the entire climax was so crazy and the entire time im thinking AND IM BALD????

HAHAHAH Welcome to the Postal fandom it gets worse. I try to write the reader as ambiguous as possible so you could fit anyone in there. (Except my disabled peeps I'm sorry I haven't written a fic with someone needing a mobile aid.) Sometimes it makes some weird situations because I don't want to assume anything about the person reading including hair!

[psychopunky]

I have a ko.fi

I am being told by my handlers (AKA my friends who are forced to proof read my fics) That I must announce my ko.fi.

Any way don't worry about it comments on my fics give me life. (No really I keep them in a folder in my mail box) Also for the love of god do not donate if you are have finical trouble. I want you guys to be happy and healthy, enjoying my fics for fun. Also I will be buying boba.

Any way don't worry about it comments on my fics give me life. (No really I keep them in a folder in my mail box) Also for the love of god do not donate if you are have finical trouble. I want you guys to be happy and healthy, enjoying my fics for fun. Also I will be buying boba. https://ko-fi.com/psychopunky