As you can tell I’m a beginner fanfic writer so I would appreciate some tips!
Don’t be scared to ask I’ll always do requests! (Unless said otherwise)🫶
I AM QUEER SO YES LGBTQ+ ASKS ARE ALLOWED EXCEPT ME RIGHTING FOR MLM
Yes I am 17 and doing smut requests sorry if that makes u uncomfortable but it’s my choice and I’m gonna stick with that choice
DNI: proshippers, the bad comshippers, pedophiles, trump/biden supporters, Israel supporters, zoophiles, racists, neo nazis, homophobia and transphobic assholes
(Please read before requesting!🫶)
MASTERLIST. READ ME FIRST SMUT REQUESTS
✯and as of now I’m going to be taking requests! Also some content warning I do swear a lot so just a warning
Who I’m writing for!
ALSO I’LL DO UP TO 4 CHARACTERS IF YOU ASK (but I’m not doing Poly tmnt brothers cuz what the fuck) but I will write for separate character!
Invincible!
Overwatch!
sally face!
TMNT’S!
The Outsiders!
Smiling friends
Doom: just doom guy :>
Dethklok!
Stranger things!
Bnha/mha!
Apex legends
Mouthwashing
I hope to see y'alls requests!
Also warning! I do have divorced parents and I’m writing on a laptop and the laptop is at my moms so requests might come out slow so my deepest apologies!
summary: a regular trip to the video store with your boyfriend eddie quickly turns into more when you find yourself in a room alone with robin buckley.
word count: 1.2k
warnings: cheating??
with an arm wrapped around your waist, you walked down the street. eddie was talking your ear off about hellfire and its new members. you nodded along mindlessly as you focused on the chewing gum in your mouth. the sun was beating down on you, the shade providing you little relief.
“babe?” you heard eddie call.
“hm?” you asked, snapping out of your trance.
“were you even listening?” he asked, voice filled with annoyance.
“yeah. i think it’s great that you have new members. they’re young, you just have to be patient with them,” you spoke, trying to pitch in what you could.
“that’s great, but i moved on from that a while ago,” he said mouthily.
“sorry,” you muttered under your breath, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.
“would it really kill you to listen to me for once?” he asked, withdrawing his arm from its place on your waist.
“would it really kill you to talk about something besides hellfire?” you responded snarkily.
“i don’t always talk about hellfire,” he said defensively.
“yeah right,” you responded, turning the corner. “it’s always dnd this, mike that, dustin this, hellfire that. i’ll shut up right now if you can name three of my friends.”
he looked at you, brows furrowed, before scoffing. the video store was now in sight.
“i don’t wanna get into this with you right now,” he said, turning away.
“name three of my friends, eddie,” you spoke boldly.
“i said i don’t wanna get into this with you right now,” he spoke through clenched teeth, almost yelling.
“whatever. fuck you,” you said, giving him the finger before stepping into the video store alone.
“babe!” he yelled, running into the store after you, “y/n!”
you rolled your eyes, not even turning to look at him.
“uh oh, trouble in paradise,” steve commented from the counter.
all you heard next was a muttered ‘sorry’ from steve, leading you to believe that eddie had shot him a dirty look.
you turned the corner in the small store, now browsing the titles. you continued to search, unbothered, but you didn’t find anything that interested you. you waked back up to the front.
“you done?” eddie asked.
“didn’t find anything?” steve asked after.
“nope,” you replied, not even glancing in eddie’s direction.
just then, steve’s coworker, robin, stepped in. you were familiar with her, considering you were in the same grade and you’d seen her in the halls, but you’d never actually talked to her.
“we just got some new titles. i can take you to the back if you wanna see them,” robin offered.
“sure,” you shrugged.
“i’m going to the corner store,” eddie muttered.
you followed robin into the back room and you heard the door at the front shut.
“were you looking for anything in particular?” robin asked from beside you.
“not really, maybe just something scary,” you responded, your eyes trained on the movies in front of you.
“cool,” she smiled.
you looked up at her and met her eyes, returning the smile. you’d never really looked at robin. you took in her features, noticing how pretty she was. when you realized that you’d been staring, you shook your head slightly and turned back to the vhs tapes. the next thing you felt was robin. she was standing right next to you, your arms grazing. you could feel her warmth, you could even smell her perfume. your heartbeat accelerated a bit, and for a moment it was as though you couldn’t function. you stopped, frozen, mentally scorning yourself.
you have a boyfriend, y/n, you told yourself.
“oh, here. this one’s really good. have you ever watched it?” she asked, holding out a movie.
“no, i don’t think so,” you answered.
“great!” she cheered, beginning to walk in the direction of the counter.
“wait,” you called, reaching out to grab her arm.
once you realized what you’d done, you quickly dropped your hand. robin turned to face you with a questioning smile, her brows furrowed slightly.
“since i’m uh, already here,” you stuttered, “do you have any other movie recommendations?”
“sure!” she said as she searched the titles.
you waited for a moment before she triumphantly held up a movie.
“here it is,” she said.
“rumble fish?” you asked.
“have you watched it?” she asked.
“yeah, i have. i don’t mind watching it again, though,” you spoke.
“i love it,” robin enthused.
“diane lane looks super hot in it,” you said before you could stop yourself.
your cheeks felt hot and your gaze dropped.
“she does,” robin agreed.
you looked back up at robin, her cheeks tinted pink, a small smile on her face. when your eyes met hers, you could see a hint of desire in them. you immediately knew she was feeling the same things as you were. when a flirty smile came onto her lips, you knew it was your chance to make a move. you stepped forward and kissed her. your arms moved to her cheeks as you tried to pull robin closer. she pulled away slightly.
“what about eddie?” she asked in a whisper, your faces only centimetres apart.
“we were doomed from the start,” you answered hastily, aching to have robin’s lips on yours, ”don’t worry about us.”
she hesitated before shrugging and closing the gap again. you felt her smile into the kiss and you did the same. the kiss was becoming more intense and lustful by the second. she pulled away only to take a breath before they were attacking your neck. your head was thrown back in pleasure. you tried to process what was going on but all you could focus on was how badly you wanted to go further. her hands sneaked their way into your shirt as she pulled you towards her even more.
when she was satisfied with what you were sure was a massive hickey, she went back to kissing you.
“y/n!” you heard eddie’s voice call from the other room, muffled slightly due to the closed door.
you could’ve sworn you’d never been more upset to hear anyones voice ever.
“i guess you’ve gotta head back out there,” robin said disappointedly, rubbing the back of her neck.
“i guess so,” you said.
you spotted a pen in her breast pocket and took it out. you looked around for a piece of paper but didn’t find one. eager to make sure she’d contact you again, you wrote it on her arm.
“call me,” you said flirtatiously before opening the door and stepping out. you quickly checked out the movies and made your way to the exit. eddie’s arm had found its way around your waist again. you turned back around and found robin already looking at her. you sent her a quick wink that made her blush once again and watched as she fought a smile before you were out of the store. you called a nearby cab.
Hi it’s me again!! I was wondering if I can request Palmer from the thing dating hcs please and thank you 😽😽
Dating Palmer Would Include..
Omg anon I love you I love you I love you there's another Palmer lover out there with you and I know he's gonna go wild for these too LMAO
Divider by @/strangergraphics
One of those relationships where you just seem to slip into dating without ever having an official conversation about it. Late nights watching game show reruns and talking shit turned into waking up the next morning slumped together, still in yesterday's clothes. He collapsed onto the couch and settled in with his shoulder against yours one time, and it became a habit practically overnight.
If you ever get around to sitting him down and asking the dreaded, "What are we," question...
"I dunno," He mumbles with a shrug, pulling his legs up and propping his heels against the edge of the cot, "Never really thought about it."
"Yeah, but do want that kind of thing?" You push, drawing your legs to your chest and letting your head loll to rest your temple on your knee, "I don't know, I just figured I should ask before it got too weird."
"Was it weird before you asked?" He posits with a wave of his hand, the smoldering joint between his fingers trailing smoke.
"Well... no."
"Then it won't be weird later. People get so hung up on this kinda shit, man. The label's not important. Are you havin' a good time?"
He's doing his best to look blasé and philosophical, but his eyes keep darting toward you while he waits for your answer. He licks his lips and busies himself with taking another drag. He's pinching the joint too hard- the paper is crumpling between his fingers.
"Yeah." You admit, readjusting to lean against the mechanic.
He switches the joint to his off hand and wraps an arm around your shoulders. You feel the weight settle on you when he tips his head over to rest on top of yours. He hovers the joint just shy of your lips as an invitation.
"Wanna have an even better time?"
It's said that you can tell an addict by the quality of the substance they use- true addicts aren't looking for a certain taste of alcohol or a certain kind of high, they just want to leave the world behind. Palmer? He smokes weed at the same frequency Childs smokes cigs, and it isn't shitty leaf, either. He knows everything there is to know about different strains and their uses. Sure, he always has that musky undertone typical of any stoner, but it's sharper and cleaner- almost citrusy. It clings to him like his own personal fog. You're sure if life were a cartoon he'd look like Pig Pen from Peanuts.
If you haven't smoked before meeting him, he's happy to be your trip sitter! Has a stash of "beginner stuff" that he was saving for Windows cause he's sure that Windows high has got to be less high-strung than Windows sober, but uh... he thinks it'll be more worthwhile to give it to you.
So casually and openly affectionate all of the damn time. Flops onto the couch and immediately throws an arm over your shoulders. Shoves his hand into your parka pocket and weaves his freezing cold fingers with yours. Snorts and whines, "What? 'm fuckin' freezin', here," if you call him out on it, one side of his mouth pulling into a lazy smirk.
Comes in for a kiss kind of like a bumblebee trying to land on a flower. Hovers near you for a moment and then very slowly starts to lean in. Adjusts his trajectory as he goes, and the result is a clumsy sort of circling motion as he tracks your movements and tries to correct accordingly. Always tilts his head to the left. When he finally comes in for a landing, the kiss is a lazy, open-mouthed thing. He's not going to make out with you in front of the guys, but he's very firmly pressing his mouth to yours and just lingering for a moment like he's savoring the taste of you (he is).
Has a similar approach when shotgunning, but he stabilizes himself with a hand on your shoulder or the back of your neck. Can't waste precious weed, y'know. Exhales very slowly to let the taste sink in. Lingers millimeters away from you while you hold the breath he just gave you. Doesn't care if you blow smoke in his face- he's fixing you with a lopsided grin and going in for a very sloppy, very giggly kiss.
This man has wandered into multiple blizzards with no gear on. That 60s acid damage did a number on him, and he's convinced that nothing can kill him. He's an official member of the 100 and 200 Club, and if you don't keep an eye on him, he might inadvertently try for 300. Be ready to trail after him and grab his parka on your way out the front door.
Please play board games with this man. He can cheat like a motherfucker, and Mac's pretty fun to cheat against when the pilot isn't completely smashed, but actively trying to play a game honestly after years of rigging the system is surprisingly challenging for him. Additionally, if you bring a game he hasn't played before, you'll have this guy in your back pocket in no time. He's surveying the board state with wide, eager eyes and already reaching for his pieces without having read the instructions. He'll figure it out as he goes. That's the best way to learn, anyhow.
God forbid you bring anything even vaguely war or strategy related (Risk, Battleship, Pandemic) with you to the station. He's taking at least five minutes per turn to explain the logic behind his moves and exactly what effect they'll have. Or, if you're not careful...
"They really did that, y'know."
"What?"
Palmer sets his cards aside and gestures to your part of the board, "Dumped experimental drugs on some of our guys. There was this thing called The Ladder, like PCP on steroids, and our own government sent it over to Vietnam..."
It takes him another ten minutes to explain the experiment to you, and by the time he's done, you're slumped back in your chair and slack-jawed.
"So... does that mean I made a good move? In the game?"
"Oh sure, but I already know how the whole conspiracy works, so your ass is grass."
Can fall asleep in literally any conditions. You'll feel the weight of his head on your shoulder while the chopper is actively bobbing and weaving through turbulence. He can sleep sitting straight up in a steel folding chair and not fall out of it.
Likes to sleep with you in a sort of haphazard pile. Falls asleep on his back most of the time and pulls you on top of himself like his own personal blanket. Doesn't care if you're on your stomach or laying with your back to his chest- he'll throw one arm around your waist and tuck the other under his pillow. You're in charge of the blanket if you want to be covered- he's already asleep once his head hits the pillow.
Doesn't move the entire night and doesn't snore, but he talks. He talks a lot. You'll wake up at two in the morning to him speaking in full sentences, and it takes a while for you to figure out that he's not really talking to you.
HIIIII I was wondering if I can request medic or sniper dating gn!reader whos a vampire please and thank you 😽😽😽
Edward A/N: ofc!! I luv this idea as a werewolf otherkin, writing for mythical readers is always fun! ^_^
Because of my writing boundaries (pinned post) I decided to only write for sniper, hope you enjoy! :3
daily reminder that tf2 reqs are open!!!
DOUBLE A/N: I MEANT TO SCHEDULE THIS FUCKKKKKKKK, just eat up ig guys </3
CW: one suggestive joke, mention of blood, lmk if I need to add more!
WORD COUNT: 300+
I just personally feel like he'd be incredibly dense about it all before you tell him, sorry not sorry loll!
You can't go into the sun without full coverage of your body? "Ah, well I get it 'roo, sometimes being physically perceived is intimidatin'."
Refusing to eat, touch, or even just be in the same room as garlic in any form? "You must have a terrible allergy to this stuff if you stay so bloody far away, I would bring you to the doc so he could work his magic, but... I'm sure you can guess why I'm against it."
Biting him, puncturing his skin, and feeding off of his blood? "Shit— I, uh, didn't know you were... Into this sorta stuff, I won't judge though, just... Maybe keep this between us, yeah? Don't want the fellas giving us trouble over it."
Literally morphing into a bat and flying away? "Man, I never was super big into magic tricks but... When it's you, I don't really mind."
Straight-out telling him "I'm 5000 years old"? "Yeah, I feel like that too sometimes. Mainly when I'm having trouble gettin' out o' bed because of my back pain from being hunched over all day for work, even more so when I see that wanker scout first thing in the morning doin' laps around the base simply for fun. Mentally, aren't we all just 5000 years old on a Monday?"
At some point you just have to sit him down and explicitly be open about it, he's not one to assume things about you even if the evidence is staring him down directly.
He'll blush and rub the back of his neck in embarrassment, trying to play it off like he was previously just kidding around— but I'm sure you're not dense enough to actually fall for his propaganda.
Once he's actually made aware of it though, not that much really changes other than his better understanding of why you do the things you do. He's surprisingly laid back and casual about dating an immortal otherworldly entity.
GAY TEST: put some of your blood into this petri dish and I'll expose it to a hot needle. I lied this has nothing to do with your sexuality I'm trying to find out if you're the Thing
Since theres like 1 Mabel x reader fanfic I feel like I should AT LEAST make small dating hcs
So MABEL TANAKA DATING HCS
I’ll think about nsfw hcs but that might take a sec cuz schools about to start back up again
Also fem!reader but can be read as gn!
Spoilers!!!(?)
* She introduced you to her grandma before she passed and her grandma loved you a lot
* she lovessss taking nature walks with you and point out every species of animals and fun facts about them
* Her grandma teased her about marriage and children
* After the whole hopping incident she likes taking you to the rock and just playing around with the animals
* avid studio ghibli watcher, her top 3 are ponyo, princess Mononoke, and pom poko. you guys have a studio ghibli movie date every Friday
* She takes you to her and her grandmas special spot for like a picnic date or just a simple date where you guys just watch as nature passes by
* She’ll vent to you about Jerry and how he won’t listen and stuff like that, hell she’ll even bring you to protest against him
* I feel like she’s a good cooker because of her taking care of her grandma, and she’ll use her grandmas recipes in her cooking (mainly the recipes she’d think you’d like)
* She likes it when you guys walk, skate, bike whatevs, to class together, it’s her favorite pass time with you. Sometimes she’ll make you come to class with her just to keep her company while she interrogates Dr Sam
* I feel like she loves aquariums and stuff like that, so, aquarium dates! You guys always stop by the gift shop sometimes, she has a ton of souvenirs from multiple gift shops
* MATCHING KEYCHAINS, MATCH SHIRTS, MATCHING SOCKS, MATCHING EVERYTHING SHE LOVES MATCHING WITH YOU, SHE LOVE YOUUUU
* Asks you to move in with her cuz duhh she loves you!
* George loves you dude💔
* Remember the Scene in when her a George and Mabel are swimming? She talked about how cool, beautiful and loving you were and she didn’t realize she was rambling until George looked at her like
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* The entire glade knows you, George may or may not have gossiped about it, so everytime you and Mabel visit the animals they like bringing you little trinkets or flowers
* loves using pet names like a lot, she likes calling you lovey, babe, hon, honey bunches cutie patootie pie, cool girl, rebel girl (you both call each other that), dove but she hates using that one, cutie, and beautiful
* Extremely affectionate, she loves cuddling you, kissing you, holding your hands, hugging you, I feel like she gets anxious at times or angry she’ll mess around with your fingers to calm down or sometimes just for fun, Yk how you get cuteness aggression and you just have to squeeze something? Yea she’ll hella get cuteness aggression with you so she’ll aggressively kiss you like how cat owners do
* Her entire camera is filled with the both of you and animals, mainly you with funny Snapchat filters or even just you doing mundane things, or you sleeping(not in a creepy way she just thinks you looks cute sleeping)
* Her entire camera is filled with the both of you and animals
* She likes it when you take her clothes, she thinks you looks adorable🥹
Speaking of loving you, it took her a while to say I love you, not because she doesn’t but because she’s just a little shy about that kinda stuff
A/N: sorry if this was all over the place but whatevs I can do what I want 🙄
ok so it’s a platonic tf2 one shot of teen!reader getting like really sick and ends up passing out and it’s a platonic relationship between medic, engineer and sniper(?)
ok so it’s a platonic tf2 one shot of teen!reader getting like really sick and ends up passing out and it’s a platonic relationship between medic, engineer and sniper(?)
