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rickgrimeswifey · 1 year
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Would you guys like to read a pre-apocalypse Daryl fic with the reader having a super rich father who DISAPPROVES of Daryl. I mean like he despises him. It kind of a rebellious phase kind of thing and I’ve already written 5k+ words but I don’t know if anyone would be interested in reading it. (It’s very smutty) but it will be very long like at least 10k words.
What do you guys think? I’m summoning team redneck for this one.
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masculine-ai-fantasy · 2 months
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Charlie and Joel
These brothers share everything...and everyone. Violently.
Charlie: "He's just a little bitch." Joel: "Yeah, he's gonna get his ass fucked. Little bitch is gonna cum his brains out when we ream his tight ass." Charlie: "Hell, I'm ready to bust a nut all over his face already." Joel: "You bet, bro, we're gonna use him good and make him beg for more." Charlie: "Yup, this boy is about to be turned into a bitch slave."
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ohlafraise · 1 year
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I just found your tumblr through your fic and also saw your apology about mistakes. I don't know what that means to you particularly, some people use that phrasing to mean "I welcome corrections" and some do not, so this is a gamble, but I just wanted to let you know privately that English schooling does not have middle school. We have 7 years of Primary (Reception, like your Kindergarten to year 6) then then 7 years of Secondary (year 7 to year 13) we say year, not grade, and the terms are used like you might say freshman etc - a "she's a year seven," a "a group of year elevens," etc. So if you were to fix that, you might say "a year seven with a crush" or something. There are a couple of other American things like sidewalk and chia pet, but they're ignorable in passing the way middle school isn't. It looks like you've tried hard with the British stuff in other ways so I just wanted to let you know and that this doesn't upset you. It's a very cute fic.
no, thank you nonny! this is actually super helpful, because I googled it but wasn't getting a super clear answer. would people say "like a secondary schooler with a crush?" i only ask because it's in there twice, and i don't want to use the same phrase twice.
also, what would the term for sidewalk be? i cant change the chia pet thing because that would ruin the joke, so i'm just imagining jamie like, specifically looked up things to make roy mad for that one lol
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keefechambers · 2 years
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I'm just gonna need everyone to start incorporating Uncle Wayne into Adult Squad fics okay.
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antiquery · 2 months
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the great thing about the climax of Hobbes and Shaw is that it could just as easily take place in the American South (get together with your 8 million cousins on the family farm to booby trap the shit out of the place with petrol explosives so that The Man (government, corporation, whatever) has a hell of a time when they send in the repo guys, also put some insane and dubiously legal aftermarket mods on your tractor while you're at it). I think that cultural commonality is beautiful, except for one thing: rural Southerners don't have anything that could be considered equivalent to a haka! there is an urgent need to get on that, I think
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xtoomanytimelinesx · 10 months
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ssa-atlas-alvez · 1 year
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okay but. imagine cowboy!reader is actually very educated. pro-LGBTQ, pro-choice, BLM, acab. very big speaker and doesn't take shit. BUT everyone thinks he isn't gonna educated and such until they're on a case dealing with like a trans kid and he's the first one to step up and comfort the kid and such. man im in the rabbit hole.
Allergies (Not Really)
No no no no no but the way I've started one where something of this theme happens (I don't want to give too much away aha)
Word count: 3.6k
Warnings: transphobia, sad reader :( (i teared up a little ngl - it's not sad, he's just sad), guns, bullet wound, fighting, briefly mentions some murders to set the scene a bit, someone calls reader a redneck
Also I just want to say that the relationship between Mia and (Y/N) is completely platonic, maybe familial (a bit older brother-y or fatherly) not anything else. Just because I'm panicking because they spend a lot of time joking about and I wanna make that clear.
Taglist: @xweirdo101x @xdark-acadamiax
Your blood boils when you hear the case, an unsub has been targeting young families (parents and three kids all under the age of sixteen). The last family had a survivor, a twelve-year-old transgender girl named Mia, who was currently in the hospital being treated for a variety of injuries.
Your jaw clenches as you read the hospital report, whilst it wasn't too long (thankfully), you knew she would still have a lot to work through mentally.
"You alright over there, Eastwood?" Morgan asks.
"Just angers me, is all," You answer, not feeling the need to elaborate, feeling the source of your anger being fairly self-explanatory. You miss the concerned look Rossi and Hotch share. 
A few hours later, the jet landed, once everyone was situated at the police station, you turned to the team.
"I'm gonna head to the hospital, make sure Mia's okay," You said.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Rossi’s the one that says it, but you can see everyone's thinking the same thing. 
"Wha- Why wouldn't it be?... Oh I see," You say as the penny finally drops and it clicks, "Y'all think 'cause I'm from the South I'm against her bein' herself?" You sigh softly, rubbing the back of your neck, "Have I not proved myself yet?"
No one says anything for a moment, shocked by the hurt that flashes in your eyes, before they can, you pick your hat back up, settling it on your head, "I'm headin' to the hospital,” You mumble, leaving the room before anyone can say anything.
When you leave the room, you rub your eyes with the back of your hand. 'Not crying,' You try and convince yourself, 'allergies.' You trying to ignore the fact you know, 100%, that you don't have any allergies. 
You get into one of the SUV's and begin making your way to the hospital, ignoring your phone as it lit up with various concerned messages.
The receptionist was a nice woman and was quick to show you to Mia's room (after staring at you hungrily for a few minutes). You gave a small knock before walking in.
"Are you here to tell me I'm too young to know myself as well?" 
You furrow your eyebrows, "No, who told you that?" 
"One of the nurses," She answers with a shrug. 
"You know which one?" 
"The guy with brown hair," She shrugs as she answers, "It's fine though, happens all the time." 
"I personally don't think y'all are too young to realise who you are," You said with a shrug, "I think anyone who thinks that is trynna hide their bias by invalidatin' your identity."
Mia looks at you for a moment, "I like you." She states, "I thought you were going to be against it." 
"I've been gettin' that a lot today, it would seem," You mumble before your head snaps to the door, relaxing when it's just JJ. "Anyway, I'm (Y/N), this is my colleague, Agent Jareau. Mia, you a'right if we ask you a few questions?" 
"Sure,"
"Could you run us through what happened that night?"
"Mum and dad were cooking. We were all sitting at the table doing our homework, and someone knocked on the door." Mia began, "They asked me to open the door, and he grabbed me and put a gun to my head. He shot my dad, then-"
You gave her a small, encouraging smile, "You're doin' great,"
"Did you get a look at the person that did this?" JJ asked, when Mia nodded, she continued, "What did they look like?"
Your eyes widen in worry as the heart machine next to Mia picks up, as does her breathing. You pull yourself together and turn your attention to her, "Mia? Mia, hey," Your voice is soft as you kneel next to her, "You need to take some deep breaths for me sweetheart,"
"Can't-"
You nod at her, "Yes, yes you can," You encourage, "Deep breaths, in, one, two, three, four, five, and out. That was good, keep going," 
It takes a moment, but her breathing evens out and she appeared to be less anxious, "There we go," You grin, "Told ya," 
"Okay, Texas," Your jaw drops slightly, the joke catching you off guard. 
"That's not fair, I can't even say anythin' back without bullin' a child," 
"Ha ha." She responds, you throw your hands up in the air, smiling when she laughs at you. 
JJ rolls her eyes slightly at you with a small smile as the doctor walks in with a few nurses for a routine checkup. Your eyebrows furrow when you see a male nurse with brown hair. Your eyes flick to the name badge, 'Darren', assuming this is the same nurse, you make a mental note of his name.
"We'll be just outside, a'right?"
Her hand shoots out, clinging onto your sleeve, "No! Don't leave!" She looks at you slightly hesitantly, "Please?"
"Hey, hey, it's a'right, I'll stay here," You answer, eyes flicking down to her for a moment before turning to JJ.
"Hotch wants me to go with Morgan to the scene," JJ said, "You good here? I'll let him know,"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm good here and thanks," You give a small smile.
When the doctor and nurses left, you turned to Mia, "That nurse you mentioned earlier? The brown-haired one? Was he in the room just now?" 
Mia nodded, "Yeah,"
"Had a name badge on, name Darren?" Mia nodded once more. "Alright, I'll be back in a moment,"
"Where are you going?"
"I just want a quick word with this Darren fella," You shrug, seeing the look on Mia's face you roll your eyes slightly, "Don't you worry your little head about it, I'm not gonna hurt him or anythin'."
"Okay..." She said.
"Is that a'right?"
Mia shrugged, "Sure." You nodded before exiting the room.
Furrowing your eyes when you came face to face with Rossi, "Howdy, I'm just popping out for a few," You said. 
Rossi nodded, walking into the room after you had left. "I'm Agent Rossi," He said, "I work with (Y/N),"
"The cowboy?"
"Yeah, the cowboy," Rossi huffs a small laugh as he sits in his seat. "Have the staff here been treating you okay?"
Mia shrugs, "Yeah," She answers, "There was one nurse but I think Texas has gone to sort him out or something. He might beat him up."
Rossi smiles slightly, "Texas?" 
"Yeah, the cowboy," She said, "I think he's frustrated that everyone keeps assuming he's going to be against me being trans... I'd be frustrated too, I think," She added after a moment's thought. 
You leave Mia, now feeling slightly better that Rossi will be there whilst you're gone. Spotting your target, you speed up.
"Excuse me! Nurse?" The man turns towards you, Darren. "I just wanted to have a word with you about Mia?"
You watch as Darren shifts uncomfortably. "Yes?"
"I just wanted to say that perhaps telling someone they're too young to understand 'emselves probably doesn't make 'em feel a whole lotta good about 'emselves."
Darren looks you up and down slightly as he takes a few steps towards you. "And what exactly do you know?" He scoffs, "I'm surprised a redneck such as yourself can read and write."
"That's some nice deflection there," You said sarcastically, trying not to let it show how much the stereotypes flung into your face hurt. "Just... don't be a dick. If you don't understand somethin', look it up. I'm sure you can read. So perhaps do your research before you project onto a twelve year old girl." With that, you give a forced smile before turning on your heels and head back to Mia's room.
"Welp, that outta have done it," You give a lopsided grin, "A'right Rossi?" 
"I'm fine Kid, you okay?" 
"Yes sir," You answered, "I might grab myself a drink, y'all want anything?"
Mia laughs, "Y'all?"
"Rossi, Imma need your assistance, I'm getting bullied by a twelve year old," 
"Sorry, Kiddo, can't help you there." He chuckled, "I will ask that you grab me a coffee though."
"Coming right up!" 
Hours later, she's sat up on the bed whilst you're sat on a chair (a rather uncomfortable one) next to the bed, Rossi having left an hour ago, both of your gazes focused on a small, empty glass bottle that stood on the overbed tables. Each armed with a small piece of string as a makeshift lasso. 
"You're not a very good cowboy, are you?" Mia observes as you miss once more. 
"Hey, I haven't done this in a while," 
"How longs a while? Never?" She asked, throwing the lasso perfectly once more. 
"I'll have you know its been, okay so it's been like ten years, a'right? You were two last time I had to lasso something," 
"Wow, you're old." 
"I had no idea twelve year olds were so mean, you're about to make a grown man cry,"
Mia gave a laugh, you quickly joining in. You flung the lasso half-heartedly, eyes widening as it hit its target perfectly. "Yeehaw!" 
"Yeehaw? Seriously? You're so lame." You jaw dropped once more. You both jumped as gunshots echoed throughout the hospital, you sat up straight, immediately turning to Mia.
"Mia, I need you to take this," You handed your phone over to her, "The pass code is 1999, okay? You need to phone Hotch. Lock the door behind me, go into the bathroom and lock that door too, okay?"
Mia looked up at you with wide, scared eyes, "Are you gonna be okay?"
"I'm gonna be absolutely fine, a'right?" When she nodded, you gave her a smile, "Don't open this door until I tell you to, or Hotch phones and says to okay?" 
You shut the door, not moving until you heard it lock in place. When you heard the soft click, you nodded to yourself as you began to make your way towards sound.
Seeing a nurse, you jogged up to her, "Ma'am, try and get everyone into their rooms, tell them not to come out, okay?" The nurse nods and runs off. You continue cautiously towards the sound of gunshots, revolver clutched in your hands.
When you find him, he's holding a person close to his chest, what with that and the people running past you, you don't have a clear shot. You meeting eyes with the wide yes of the hostage against his chest, you look at her, giving a small nod as you inch closer. 
When the moment's right, she ducks her head, pulls her elbow back, before slamming it into the guy's ribs. As he curls over, she wiggles out of her grasp, joining the others in fleeing. With a sigh, you brace yourself before charging at the man, tackling him to the floor.
It takes a moment for the unsub to recover, in that time you've delivered a few blows to his face, both of your guns falling during the tackle. He's quick to flip you over, he aims for the torso first, delivering a handful of well-aimed punches. Next, he takes a fist of your hair, slamming your head into the floor. Once, twice, three times before you get the momentum needed to push him off you.
You staggered up, paying no mind to the pain in your head throbbing in beat with your pulse, the blood on the side of you head that's slowly dripping into your eye, or the ache that's spread through your abdomen. You had to either distract this guy until the team got here or knock him out. Either way, you weren't about to let yourself pass out and let this bastard hurt Mia.
As you're breathing deeply through the pain, the unsub has stood, he (however) is not as chivalrous, so he takes the moment make his way over to you. He grabs your shoulders as he pulls his knee to your groin, pushing you to the floor as you double over in pain. Happy with having the advantage, he continues to aim cheap blows to your sides.
Despite this, you stumble up once more, you keeping your left arm wrapped close to your ribs on your right. They were definitely bruised as a minimum. You duck the punch sent your way, wincing slightly as it pulls on your arm and ribs. Both of your eyes lock on the gun at the same time as the pair of you dive for it. He reaches it first, gripping it tightly in his hands as you immediately go for it, to loosen his grip, anything you can think of.
There's a bang and you grunt as a bullet enters the top of your left arm, adding insult to injury. Okay, so disarming him didn't really work.
"FBI!" You sigh in relief as the unsub is pulled away from you, letting your head fall against the cold floor with your eyes closed - trying to get a grip on the pain. You listen as they cuff the bastard before dragging him out of the hospital. You let your eyes flutter open as you begin to push yourself off of the floor. 
"I'm fine," You mumbled, shrugging Hotch's hands off you, "I'm fine, check on Mia."
"Morgan, stay with (Y/N)."
When Hotch is gone, you turn to Morgan, "I'm fine, go help Hotch."
"Sorry, got my order," Morgan said with a shrug. You don't answer, as much as you don't want to admit it, the pain was really starting you affect your headspace. You felt like you couldn't think. "Come on, let's get you checked out." 
You shook your head, "No, I need to check on Mia first," You mumbled, giving a low groan as you pushed yourself up. 
"Alright, lead the way," Morgan said. You don't answer, simply forcing one foot in front of the other until you're back at Mia's room.
"Is he okay?!" You hear Mia's question through the door.
"He's okay," You hear Hotch reassuring her.
"Then where is he?! He said he'd be here as soon as he could!" Mia's panic causes your eyebrows to furrow, "Oh god, he's dead, isn't he?"
You push the door open, trying to look as put together as possible for Mia, not wanting her to panic. "I'm very much alive, thank you very much," You say.
"I thought he killed you!" She exclaims, rushing towards you. You groan when Mia flings her arms around you, burying her head in your chest and she immediately steps back, seeing the blood her eyes widen. "Holy shit he shot you?!"
"Hey, language," 
"Sorry Texas," She grins, and you roll your eyes. 
"Texas?" Morgan grins, "Oh, that is so sticking around,"
You groan slightly, "Seriously?"
"Seriously." 
You turn to Mia, "Thanks kid," You say sarcastically.
"No problem, old man." Your jaw drops once more.
"I don't know if my ego can take all these insults," 
"I don't know what y'all are talkin' about I would never do such a thing to y'all," She says, trying her best to do an impersonation, giggling slightly at the look of disbelief on your face. 
"That- Now that was just a bridge too far-" You barely get the sentence out before you're huffing a laugh (and then wincing because of said laugh).
"Alright, come on, Texas," Derek smirks, placing a hand on your shoulder, "Let's go get you checked out."
You weren’t too injured (thankfully), minus the bullet wound, it was mostly just bruises. Eventually, you were all stitched up and laid in a hospital bed - which you hated, but Hotch had glared at you when you went to protest. 
A soft knock echoed through the door before it opened, a blonde woman poking her head round. You frowned slightly, not recognising her.
"Hi, I'm Mia's aunt," The woman says and you straighten up (ignoring the discomfort).
"Ma'am," You said with a nod.
"I just wanted to say thank you," 
"What for?" You furrowed your eyebrows as she raised hers, motioning to your current state. "Ma'am I was just doing my job."
"Well, either way, thank you." 
You give a small smile, "No worries, Ma'am."
“I’m going to be her guardian now that-” Mia’s aunt paused, taking a deep breath to compose herself before she continued, “After everything and I really appreciate what you did for her.”
You give her a small smile, “Of course, Ma’am.”
She gives you one last smile as she leaves the room, “Oh, agent?” You look at her, “Is it alright if I bring Mia in? We’re about to head off and she wanted to say goodbye.”
You nod, “Yeah, yeah, of course,” 
When the door closes, you push yourself the best you can, the door opens a few minutes later and Mia walks in.
“How y’all healin’?”
“First, I wouldn’t say y’all if it’s just one person,” You said, rolling your eyes, “Second, I’m doin’ a’right,”
“You missed like seven letters in that sentence,” She laughs, you huff a small laugh, forcing a wince down.
“It’s an art form,” You reply. "Your aunt seems nice,"
“She is, I’m going to live with her,” Mia says, smiling, “She lives in California. I can’t wait, apparently my uncle’s been getting a room ready for me,”
“That’s great,” You smiled. "How are you feeling in yourself?" 
"I'm okay," Mia said with a shrug, "I know it's going to be a while until I'm back to one hundred percent, but I'm willing to put in the work."
"Smart kid," You said, "You'll be okay." 
"Oh, Aunty Meg you should have been there earlier! Texas was all like 'how are y'all doin'?' And he made lassos but he was absolutely useless with one and the last time he used one was when I was two and…"
Mia's voice faded as you looked at the hat on the table for a moment, lightly taking it in your own hands, brushing over the material lightly with the pad of your thumb. It was one of your favourite hats. You looked up, seeing the grin on Mia's face as she did her best cowboy impressions, you smiled. "Hey, I think you'll find, every southerner - impersonator or not - needs their very own hat," You said, reaching over to place it on her head. "Perfect, a true southerner!"
"Well I'll be damned!" Mia exclaimed, tilting the hat slightly. 
"Come on, we need to make a move," Mia's aunt said. "I think Uncle Jack's getting restless waiting for us,"
Mia nodded, reaching up and taking the hat off before handing it over to you. You shook your head. 
"Nah, you keep it kiddo, I've got hundreds." You give her a smile. 
Mia walked forward, clinging onto you as she buried her head in your chest, you ignored the dull ache that flared up in your chest as you hugged her back, "I'm gonna miss you."
"I'll miss you too, kiddo," You say, lifting one hand to wipe at your eyes. 
"Are you crying?" Mia asked softly. 
"No." You answered, "I've got allergies."
You wait for Mia to let go before you do, you gave her a small smile, "See you later, a'right?" She nodded, quickly wiping her eyes. 
"See you later Texas," 
The door shut quietly behind the two of them and you were enveloped once more in silence.
Whilst everyone was wrapping up the case, you were sitting in a hospital bed, bored out of your skull. With a sigh, you pushed yourself up, sneaking past the nurses and doctors as you made your way outside, wanting some fresh air. 
You sat yourself down opposite the hospital in the grass, letting yourself pluck a blade of grass from the ground, running it through your fingers as you lost yourself in your thoughts. 
You kept your eyes trained on the grass as Hotch sat down next to you. The pair of you sitting in silence for a moment. “Are you alright?”
“‘M fine, sir,” The answer rolls off your tongue. “Nothing to worry about,”
“If you want to get something off your chest, you can always talk to me,” 
“I know, Hotch,” You said, “I just… struggle with the whole talkin’ about how you’re feelin’,”
Hotch nods in understanding, for someone who doesn’t talk about it, you sure do end up giving a lot away. You both sit in silence.
"I know people think I'm stupid," You mumble, staring intently at the blade of grass between your fingers as you spoke, "I know I have that Southern drawl," You exaggerate your accent slightly before continuing, "That I don't exactly talk like y'all. I know some just see me as some redneck, but I can hold my own. I ain't stupid. And I certainly ain't no bigot."
"I know, we all know that." Hotch replies.
"But you didn't." You pointed out before sighing, "Whatever, it doesn't matter..."
"We were concerned because there was no way could have known."
"You could've just trusted me," You said, “I have, in no way, given any of y’all a reason to believe that I am against anyone in that community. And I get it, I do, it just… stings, is all.”
Hotch doesn’t speak, unsure of what to actually say. Because he did jump to conclusions, they all did.
"I think if she didn't have any family I would have adopted her, or at least tried to, anway," Your eyebrows are furrowed, gaze deepening at the blade of grass as you tore it apart in your hands. "But, hey, she's happy, that's the main thing and her aunt seems like a lovely woman."
With that, you push yourself off of the grass, ignoring the ache that shoots through your body. Leaving Hotch sat on the curb with a frown as you limped back into the hospital for one final check-up before your flight.
You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, “Fuckin’ allergies.”
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jockifyme · 18 days
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My Stories
Hey y'all, putting this here so anyone can get to my stories easily. Thanks for reading and enjoy!
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From the Stage to the Wrestling Mat (Theater Geek to Wrestler)
Look into My Eyes (Muscle Growth, Hypnosis)
Brit to Patriot (Happy 4th of July)
A Day at the Lake (Redneck)
A Shortcut (Nerd to Jock)
The Football Team is Untouchable (Professor to Football Player)
More Than a Spectator (Football Player TF)
At the Bus Stop (Football Player TF)
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mamachasesmayhem · 6 months
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Shook Me All Night Long
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I’ve been SO EXCITED for this one since @roosterforme told us her idea for her Rocktober Challenge! I adore 80s hair bands and knew I had to write this for Jake, with just a teensy twist 😉. Big thank you to Em for this super fun idea, enjoy my loves! 💕
Special thank you to @startrekfangirl2233, @cassiemitchell & @horseshoegirl for screeching at me and hyping me up as I shake the dust off my smut writing 😘
Warnings: smut- 18+, minors DNI! Unhealthy love for Texas football, Crimson Tide slander (I make zero apologies), Jake is a sap, Honey is goals
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She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman that I ever seen
Jake
Jake Seresin was a man with a deep rooted admiration and appreciation for exactly three things: Four Roses Small Batch bourbon on the rocks, Texas football, and a pretty girl in cutoff shorts. You can’t fault him on that last one, though. He grew up watching the original Dukes of Hazzard and was about 17 when the Jessica Simpson reboot rolled out. It’s safe to say Daisy Duke laid the framework for Jake’s type. Imagine Jake’s surprise when an afternoon at the Hard Deck provided him with all 3 of his favorite things.
Penny’s bar was the best place to catch a game in San Diego, she made sure non local team games were shown given that the majority of her clientele were naval personnel and Fightertown and Coronado transplants. And that’s exactly where you could catch Jake today, sticking out like a sore thumb in his bright Texas orange. Perched on a stool near the pool table, Jake’s eyes were locked on the screen hanging on the wall. College GameDay was on campus in Tuscaloosa, where the Longhorns will be taking on the overhyped University of Alabama, and a look of disgust slipped across his face when half of the hosts favored the Tide to win.
What redneck dumbfuck came up with that anyway? They’re the Crimson Tide but their mascot is an elephant, how does that even make sense?
Jake’s silent judgment was interrupted by a tinkling giggle coming from the bar. When he looks up, he immediately takes notice of the stunner in a familiar burnt orange. His eyes scan the big block letters that spell TEXAS across her shirt, then sink lower on their own volition. With her elbows laid on the bar top as she orders and chats with Penny, she’s slightly bent at her waist and it gives Jake a fantastic view of her ass in jean shorts and her long, tan legs that end in well worn boots.
His body kicks into autopilot, feet carrying him towards the bar and the bombshell leaned against it before he even knew what was happening. Sidling up to the bar next to the stranger, he leans on his own elbow in just enough time for him to hear her order a drink.
“A blackberry bourbon smash sounds like a dream, Pen.”
Jake’s jaw goes slack. A girl who drinks bourbon? On purpose? He must be dreaming.
“Ah, here’s the other culprit responsible for drinking me out of Four Roses on Saturdays. Jake, this is Honey. Honey, this is Jake.” Penny introduces them with a smile. “You need a refill?” She asks Jake, tipping her head towards his almost empty glass.
He manages a nod and a smile in response before the well loved bar back turns around to make their drinks.
“You know, I’ve been in the desert for a while, but I think this is the first time I’ve seen a mirage.” Jake says with a smile in Honey’s direction.
The sweet giggle fills the air again and Jake feels like he might be going into G-LOC at the sound.
“Not a mirage, I’m afraid. But thank you for the compliment.” Her responding grin is almost innocent enough for him to miss the underlying mischief.
Almost.
“I don’t catch a lot of orange around here, how’d a pretty girl like you end up at a hole in the wall with west coast rejects like me?” He teases.
Honey’s eyebrow pops up as she gestures between my Texas baseball jersey and her long sleeved shirt. “Unless you’re a bandwagon fan, I’d venture to say the same reason as you. My roommate might have banned me from watching games at the house after I threw the remote and broke a lamp…”
Jake almost fell over, convinced he’d found the perfect girl. He was on the verge of proposing on the spot, but Texas took off towards the end zone and they both jumped up in celebration. Penny returned shortly after, fresh drinks in hand, and Jake invited Honey to join him in the corner to watch the game. They spent the next two hours learning the who/what/when/where/why’s about each other. Honey grew up outside of San Antonio, did her undergrad at UT Austin, and earned her PhD in biological sciences with an emphasis on immunology at UCSD.
Jake would absolutely be lying if he said he didn’t get half hard when she listed her credentials, he’s always had a weakness for a gorgeous, competent woman who is probably smarter than him.
Four quarters, two drinks, and a tequila shot each later, the pair were riding the high of Texas upsetting Alabama in Tuscaloosa. Without thinking, Jake lifted Honey in the air and spun her around, each letting out victory cries of “Hook ‘em, baby!” or “fucking finally!”
By now, the bar is filled to capacity and the two are almost hidden away in their own corner. Honey stayed tucked under Jake’s arms, not noticing how close they were until the toes of her boots brushed against his. When she settles on her own two feet, her back is against the wall and Jake’s hands are braced on either side of her head. Her breath caught in her chest when she looked up to find bright green eyes staring down at her. Never one to back down from a challenge, she tilted her chin up even more, causing a devilish smirk to spread across his face.
Jake leans in even closer, his chest brushing against Honey’s, face inches away from hers. His intention is clear, his nose nudges hers, and, at the last second, Honey slips out from under his arms. Jake immediately pulls back, concerned he crossed a line. He doesn’t have the time to fully process the thought before Honey tangles her fingers with his and pulls him outside. The chill from the ocean breezes around them, providing a much needed reprieve from the heat swirling between them.
One more harsh tug from Honey has her back pressed against the wall, Jake caging her in once again. This time, she slips a finger in the neck of the obscenely well fitted tank under Jake’s jersey and pulls him forward until his lips are finally on hers. The kiss is tentative at first, just a soft connection to test the waters. But then Honey sweeps her tongue across Jake’s bottom lip and the switch is flipped. It’s all tangled tongues, roaming hands, and heavy breathing until they part for air.
“Wanna get out of here?” Jake asks in between kisses down her neck.
“Thought you’d never ask,” Honey replies, pushing away from the wall and heading inside to settle her tab.
She had the sightless eyes, telling me no lies
Knocking me out with those American thighs
And you shook me all night long
Jake’s lips were back on Honey’s before the front door was even shut all the way. His big hands found their way to her face, holding her to him and cushioning her head against the wall. Honey pushed up on her tiptoes needing the extra height to lock her arms around Jake’s neck, and the movement pushed her hips flush against Jake’s. Moaning into the kiss at the contact, he bends down, grips the backs of her thighs, and lifts her off the ground. His steps carry her in the direction of his bedroom and her legs wrap around his waist on instinct.
Honey can’t help herself, her hands push the unbuttoned jersey down his arms and then snake under the tank top that should be fucking illegal with how good it looks on him. His muscles jump at the contact, her skin soft against his own, and he unceremoniously drops her onto the bed to shed the offensive fabric preventing him from feeling her hands on every inch of him.
His top half is bare before her, and she whistles at the sight. “Damn, that just isn’t fair.”
Jake rushes to get the boots off of her feet, tugging hard enough to pull her flat on her back on his bed. Honey giggles at the thudding sounds they make as they land somewhere behind him, then damn near chokes on air at the sight of him on his knees between hers.
Warm hands grip her thighs and give them a tentative push, wordlessly asking for permission. Honey smirks then settles her feet flat on the bed, giving him the green light he was hoping for. Starting at her ankle, Jake leaves open mouth kisses up her thigh, stopping at the apex and repeating it on the opposite side. He leaves little nips with his teeth sporadically, sucking bruises in between each kiss.
“Shit. Fuck. Jake! It’s too hot to not be able to wear shorts, easy tiger,” Honey manages between sharp breaths.
Jake pauses, lips still pressed against the soft skin at her knee. “You really want me to stop?” He asks, a smug smirk on his face.
Honey sighs. “Dammit, no. Do your worst.”
Jake didn’t have to be told twice and quickly returned to leaving purple spots along her skin, loving the fact he was literally leaving his mark on her. He hooks a finger in the waistband of her shorts, pausing before going any further.
He looks up, his blown pupils meeting the ones belonging to Honey. “Can I?” He asks, ever the gentleman.
“Please,” comes Honey’s breathless reply.
“Oh, darlin’. You sound so pretty begging for me. And I haven’t even gotten started,” Jake grins before yanking the faded denim away from her body.
He pulls back and stands to his full height, making Honey whine in protest. “Don’t worry, pretty girl. Just tryin’ to get these clothes off of ya so I can see what else you’ve got hiding from me,” Jake explains. He grabs her hand and pulls until she’s sitting up, all but ripping the shirt over her head and off of her body.
“Don’t judge me, I wasn’t expecting to meet a fine ass fighter pilot from Texas at the bar tonight.” Honey gestures to the sports bra and plain seamless thong she’s wearing.
Jake groans at the sight before him. “Honestly, darlin’? I think I might have spontaneously combusted if you looked any hotter than you do right now. Arms up,” his voice drops with the command.
Honey follows his instruction and lifts her arms up, and Jake wastes no time in gripping the stretchy fabric and quickly ridding it from her body. His eyes land on her bare breasts and his brain short circuits, leaving him just starting for a good 30 seconds.
Honey bites her lip under his heavy gaze, heat blazing through her body as she watches his jaw go slack. “Like whatcha see, cowboy?”
Jake just nods dumbly, finally making eye contact with her once again. “You just gonna keep starin’ or are you gonna do something about it?”
The playful jab finally breaks him from his stupor and he pounces. Jake’s lips crash into hers and he pushes her to her back as his hands roam across the newly exposed skin before finally settling at her breasts. He pulls away from the kiss and sucks in a deep breath at the sight below him. Not one to believe in love at first sight, Jake changes his mind on the sentiment. How could he not when the most stunning human he’s ever seen is sprawled out on his bed, hair fanned out against the sheets, lips swollen from his kiss and her perfect tits in his hands?
His thumbs give a gentle brush across each nipple, testing the water. Honey arches further into his hands with a gasp and Jake groans into her neck. God, she really is his dream girl. “Mmm, I love a responsive woman.”
With that, Jake drops down to lave his tongue over one nipple while he tweaks the other between his finger and thumb. He alternates between each side, licking, sucking, and tugging with his teeth until Honey is a whimpering and writhing mess under him. Jake finally starts to trail kisses lower, slipping his thumbs under the fabric resting on each hip bone and inching the material down with him.
“Jesus Christ,” Jake mumbles when he’s at eye level with her now naked core. He reaches out, gently tracing a finger through the wetness in front of him. “All this for me, darlin’?”
“Uh huh, just for you, lieutenant.”
Her use of his title flipped a switch, sending him into a frenzy. He dives in, his tongue finding its new home in the warmth between her legs. The whines, moans, and mewls falling from her lips spur Jake on, his lips latching onto her clit and giving a gentle suck.
“OhmygodJake!” Honey cries out, her heels digging into his back.
He can feel how close she is and adds two fingers into the mix. They slip inside her easily with how wet she is, and Jake gently starts pumping them inside her. Rotating his wrist, he finds the spongy spot and pushes against it repeatedly until her thighs wrap around his head and squeeze. She pulls him as close to her as possible and he doubles down on his efforts, speeding up the thrusts of his fingers and sucking even harder at her clit. Honey comes with a scream of his name.
Jake works her through her high, pulling away when he feels her legs twitch at the sensitivity. He unwinds her legs from his shoulders and crawls up over her to litter kisses over her neck and face, finally settling on a soft kiss to her lips. Honey’s breathing returns to normal and her eyes slowly blink open.
“There she is,” Jake coos, thumb trailing her jaw.
“Hi,” she giggles. “Um, holy shit. That was a first.”
“That was just the first of many tonight. Think you can handle more?” Jake asks, hands rubbing up and down her thighs.
Honey reaches for the button of jeans, undoing it and his zipper with a quick flick of her wrist. “Let’s find out.”
She uses her feet to push at his jeans and he gets the message. He stands, shedding his jeans, boxers, and boots, and Honey’s mouth waters. The man exudes big dick energy, and can clearly back it up.
Jake catches her eyes widening and can hear the gears turning in her head. “It’ll fit, darlin’. You can take it,” he chuckles.
Honey opens her mouth, ready to pop off with a smart ass reply, but it’s cut off when he settles between her legs and drapes her thighs over his. Jake’s body stretches over hers as he reaches into the nightstand for a condom and pauses to roll it on.
“Ready?” he asks.
Honey nods and Jake rolls his hips forward, the thick head of his dick catching at her entrance. He pauses before pushing in further, looking up at Honey for the ok to continue.
“Jake, as sexy as it is that you keep making sure I’m ok, I might lose my mind. Fuck me, please.” Honey says, wrapping her legs around his waist and desperately pushing her hips towards his.
“Fuck, I already told ya that y’sound so pretty begging for me. But I think hearin’ ya beggin’ for my dick might be the best thing I ever heard. Gonna have ya beggin’ for it all the time now.” With that, he pushes forward, slowly sinking into Honey.
Over the course of the night, Jake’s words have slipped further into his native Texas accent, and Honey would be lying if she said it didn’t do things for her.
“Jake! Oh fuck, finally,” she cries out, nails clawing at his back as he pushed further into her.
“Goddamn, Honey. Y’feel so fuckin’ good. So wet, so tight. Fuuuuuuck,” Jake breathes into her neck when he’s filled her completely.
Honey’s brain shortcircuited, barely able to form words, definitely not capable of full sentences. “Shit. So full. So big,” she pants out. “Need a second.”
“Tell me when you’re ready,” Jake acknowledges, then drops his head into her neck to suck at her racing pulse.
Honey moans, loving the feeling of Jake stretching her, filling every inch of her. The slight burn of pain with his size almost makes her eyes cross, and him nipping at her collarbone with his teeth sends a shock through her whole body.
“Move. Please. Need you, Jake,” Honey pleads.
Jake does as she asks, pulling back and pushing right back in. He sets a slow, sensual pace at first, enjoying the sounds he’s pulling from Honey. But then she does something that makes his control snap. She takes the hand cradling her face and moves it down to her throat. “Faster. Harder,” she demands, fire in her eyes.
Who is Jake to deny her?
So he does as she asks, slamming his hips into hers and applying pressure with his thumb and index finger on either side of her throat.
“Look at ya, darlin’. You’re such a good girl, aren’t ya? Doin’ so good for me, takin’ me so well. Fuck, the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Never gonna let ya leave my bed now,” Jake rains compliments down on her.
Honey’s on the verge of drooling, he feels so good. Her praise kink lights up, causing a new wave of wetness to flow out of her. “Ah, Jake! M’close. So close.”
“Give it to me, cum all over me. Let me feel ya,” Jake coos.
“Shit. Shit. Fuck. Jake!” Honey screams, doing as she’s told.
Jake isn’t far behind, spilling into the condom with a deep groan. After he catches his breath, he pulls out and Honey whines at the empty feeling he leaves her with. “I’ll be right back, just gotta toss this in the trash and clean you up, ok?”
True to his word, he returns with a warm washcloth and cleans Honey up before telling her to go pee then get back in bed. Jake lays on his back, arm outstretched for her to cuddle up when she joins him in bed.
He pulls her in close, her cheek resting against his chest as he plays with her hair. “I meant what I said, you know.”
“Hm?” Comes Honey’s sleepy reply.
“I’m not letting you leave my bed,” he mumbles into her hair with a chuckle, causing her to giggle too.
They soon drift off into the most peaceful sleep either of them have had since they were carefree kids.
Two years later
Honey sneaks down the hallway of the home she now shares with Jake, slightly concerned with the silence. Gently pushing open the door at the end of the hall, the sight that meets her has her heart melting.
Jake is clad only in his black boxers, leaning back in the gray rocker, their tiny newborn daughter laid on his bare chest, and he’s humming an all too familiar tune. They’ve come to learn that the deep vibrations in his chest when he hums is the only thing that soothes their colicky baby.
“You’re really humming AC/DC to our daughter?” Honey teases.
“Hey now, that song was playing when we left the Hard Deck that first night. It’s a staple in our relationship,” he shoots back, pretending to be offended. “Besides, we both know that her wails have the potential to shake the walls all night long.”
Honey smiles as he returns to humming, then settles between his spread legs and rests her head against one of his thighs before quietly singing along. Her eyes flutter closed when a large hand rubs along the top of her head before playing with her hair.
“You really are the best daddy, thank you for getting her to sleep,” she mutters with a smile.
“I’ve got my best girls cuddled up to me, I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”
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mtfdomme · 4 months
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My type goes from redneck butch to cottagecore femboy to gothic gendervoid in half a second flat, and I think if one of them took one for the team and made out with me, we could really make some conservatives mad
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lunajay33 · 16 days
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Change Part.2
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Summary: Y/n is a loner but loves ballet but her family doesn’t have enough money for her to dance at the studio, Daryl is a redneck who hates people and prefers bikes, until one day these two run into eachother and their lives change drastically, will Daryl toughen her up? Will y/n soften Daryl? Or both? How will things go when people start coming back from the dead
Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon x f!reader
A/n: This is going to be a series, it’s gonna start with how they met eachother and their lives before the apocalypse, eventually it’ll blend with twd story line!!
Part.1
•Masterlist•
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It had been a week since Daryl and I’s first time hanging out and things have been nice, if that’s the word that could describe complete peace and acceptance around him, he’s the first person to ever see me for me and treat me normally, like o wasn’t a burden or a weirdo quiet loner
At school we’d help each other throughout class, well mostly me helping him when he didn’t know the answer to a question on our daily biology work book, and he started to sit with me on the bench behind the school bordering the towns woods, same as today
“So what do you have for lunch?” I asked as I sat cross cross facing him
“Just a sandwich, sucks” he said shrugging his shoulders
“Here you can have my chips” I said handing him my little bag of sour cream and onions chips
“Nah it’s yers” he said waving his hand
“You’re having them” I said placing them down next to him so he couldn’t refuse
“I’m not that hungry anyways so it’s fine” I said as I took another bite out of my green apple, I don’t know why but I’ve just lost my appetite lately, maybe it was the stress at work plus home life plus school stacked on top of each other but I tried not to think about it too much
“Ya sure? Ya should eat more” he said squinting at me
“I’ll be fine I’ll just eat when I get home maybe…..maybe if you’re not doing anything would you like to come over?” I asked hesitantly, we haven’t hung out, outside of school since Sunday and now it was Friday and I was just crawling to be alone with him again
“Sure, I ain’t got nothing going on” he said as he ripped open the chips but I swear I saw a faint smile
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The bell rang signalling the end of the day, I went to my locker, pulled on my coat and stuff my textbooks into my bag for the homework I had to do over the weekend, I closed my locker jumping when I saw Daryl already there with a smirk
“Jerk you scared me” I said laughing as we started heading for the exit, the gust of fall air felt amazing, fall was always my favorite the leave turning to burnt orange and falling to the ground, the wind with the aroma of wet leaves it was comforting
We got some weird stares from people like the snotty preppy girls but when I looked at the football team all huddled by the car lot by heart dropped, Jackson looked at me with so much hatred and I knew it was because he hated the dixons, I wasn’t embarrassed of Daryl, he’s my friend I was just scared of what Jackson would do
We continued walking towards my house, it was silent most of the way
“So….how much more money do ya gotta save for ballet lessons” he asked his hands stuffed in his baggy cargo pants
“Well the lessons are a hundred dollars a month so for a year it would be twelve hundred a year so I’m really far off, I only get paid 9 dollars an hour at the dinner and i don’t get that many shifts so it’s starting to become just a dream plus I’m probably too old now” I said upset knowing now that doing the math I’d probably never get to be that ballerina I always craved to be, to dance in those pink slippers and tights, to feel the music move me
“I can help ya, I got some extra money” he said with these hopefully eyes I’ve never really seen on him before and it made my heart thump
“Are Daryl I can’t have you do that, it’s your money you worked hard for, it’s okay I’ll just watch Swan lake over and over again” I said laughing pathetically trying to make this situation not as awkward and sad, but wasn’t that just me? Awkward and sad
“But it’s yer dream”
“Ya it’s just a dream but it’s fine Daryl, I’m sure I can find something else to make me happy” I said smiling at him as we finally made it to my house, we went straight to my room dropping our bags and stripping our jackets to flop down on the bed and just look at the ceiling
“Show me this swan lake yer always talkin ‘bout” he said as he laid his arm behind his head looking at me with a smile that warmed my heart, if this is what having friends was like I’m glad I finally had one
“Okay!” I said as I jumped up and put in the vhs into my dingy old tv hearing the tape wind up and appear on screen all grainy but beautiful, I sat back down next to Daryl as we watch the whole dance I knew every move, every turn of music notes it was amazing
The black swan was devastatingly beautiful, and the song change when she appears hits me deep inside and my skin shivers with amazement every after the numerous amount of times I’ve watched this, then it was over and the tape cut off
“So how did you like it?” I asked excited for his impression
“I ain’t one fer this kinda thang but it was…….cool”
“It’s kinda like us, I’m the white swan that everyone runs over and you’re the strong black swan, sad and beautiful” his face turned red as he cleared his throat and looked away
“Nah stop that” it was cute making him embarrased in a sweet way
“Well it’s true maybe you could learn it and dance with me” I said 100% joking knowing that would never happen but would be funny to see
“I ain’t gonna do that, but…..I’ll watch ya dance” he said looking back at me the pink tint still lingering on his cheeks
“I just need slippers first” I said laying back down next to him
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We must have fell asleep because we were abruptly woken up to my door slamming open and Jackson and his one jerk friend coming in, we shot up in bed and I instantly felt scared
“Jackson what are you doing?”
“Really a Dixon, I knew you were a slut” he said as his friend laughed
“What no he’s my friend, just leave”
“If you’re gonna sleep with whoever what about my friend here” his friend came up to me grabbing my arm and trying to drag me off the bed but I held on tight to the sheets
“Leave me alone, let go” I said panicking, I felt his grip let go and when I looked Daryl had him on the ground punching his face in, Jackson grabbed him and threw him back
“Get the hell outta here, ya ever touch her again and yer dead, I swear I’ll kill ya” Daryl groaned as they both left shutting the door
Daryl led me back to sitting on the bed, his touch was comforting and warm compared to the harsh cold grip I was just in
“Are ya okay?” He asked making me look at him as he wiped my tears away
“I think I’m gonna be sick” I whined the anxiety so high I didn’t know what to do
“Shhhh yer safe now just breath”
He helped me relax but that thought of not being safe alone scared me, what if Daryl wasn’t here? What would’ve happened?
“Daryl….will you stay with me tonight?”
“I don’t know ya sure ya want me here”
“Please I’m scared to be alone with them here”
“If that’s what ya want” he said getting up and taking some blankets from my closet setting up a makeshift bed on the floor right next to my bed, the adrenaline crush was hitting me hard and I was exhausted, I laid down facing him, seeing him sprawled out just as tired as me
The moonlight from the window was bathing Daryl in a silver hue, he looked almost ethereal and I felt my heart thump again, I’m glad I met Daryl and that we were paired in class, he feels safe, he feels like……like my hope
“Goodnight Daryl”
“Goodnight ballerina” he said huffing a little laugh but my heart filled with joy hearing that, this was my first sleepover ever and it wasn’t how I thought I would start but I’m glad he’s here non the less
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roughridingrednecks · 5 months
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Otis of Heavy Machinery
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ohlafraise · 9 months
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scott van pelt on sports center is the last time i understood anything sports-related on ted lasso
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moonriseoverkyoto · 4 months
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That’s Where I’m from, Sweetheart
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Synopsis So I’ve been tinkering with southern reader and everyone’s favorite Scot.
cw: none? Maybe one mention of blood, talk of strip poker, some playful but still threatening language (all is fair in love and war guys), just a teensy eeensy bit suggestive (if you don’t wanna see it, just scroll by it’s that easy.)
Pairing: southern(texas/Georgia fusion inspired)!medic!reader x John "Soap" MacTavish
Author’s note: literally doing this as a test but if nobody likes it I’ll still repost it. Anyways all inspo and motivation comes from @glossythor also banner credit goes to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more
©️moonriseoverkyoto 2023. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission. do not steal any elements of my theme without permission.
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- Southern Medic!reader didn’t learn their tricks traditionally from med school, no in fact they aced their classes and almost graduated top of class.
- So when you were specifically invited to join the F1F in the field, you can imagine the look you received when you pulled up the flight deck in your low rise jeans, and a cowboy hat sitting on
- You can also imagine the peak curiosity you were going to withstand for the next few months on the mission
“Soap won’t be the only one with a tough accent around here anymore.” Announced Price as you walked into the room with a big smile only to be greeted by hardened eyes scanning you for your weaknesses and possible ulterior motives.
“hello everybody, I’ll be y’all’s medic for this trip. Believe me I’ve already heard all the western jokes, the hillbilly, and the redneck bullshit so can it for me okay everyone?” You spoke to the room with a gleaming grin that hid your boiling anxiety.
As the day proceeded on there was a tension stuck between your shoulders especially when you got placed between ghost and soap for the flight
“So what part are you from darlin?”
“The part where Mama doesn’t let you come home until the sun goes down and where you’re more likely to get kicked by a horse then learn the alphabet. That’s where I’m from sweetheart”.
- You never grow used to the look you receive from others as the team grows close to you. Nor do you ever live down the jokes and the constant harassment from the team to “get a room” with soap once your accents kick into high gear and his gaelish comes out.
- “dinnae be in any rush darlin, our captain isn’t bleeding out any faster than usual. I would hate to clipe to the rest of the group that you get slower when I come around.” The Scottish flirted with a wink as he dragged Price in one rainy day to base camp.
- “and I’d hate to hogtie you to a mustang and magically push my Nana’s spurs into it’s hide so you can eat shit for all the shit you talk, sweetheart.”
- “aye love if you did that, I’d let you just for the moment I’d be under you, even if it makes me boggin eejit being tied to the horse.”
Price’s grunt as you sprayed the wound stopped you both and the man spoke to you both with his look of surprise between you both.
- Soap definitely pulls you everywhere by your belt loops when you’re not in scrubs. Like I’m talking you’ll be doing something and just feel a tug before you’re face to face with your favorite (you don’t have favorites right :)? )
- the absolute one time you played strip poker, you whipped everyone’s asses and they’ve been begging to know your tricks since. You even had your cowboy hat on still by the end
- Soap who secretly goes weak at the knees hearing you say sweetheart but he would never admit how whipped you have him
-Soap who talks Ghost’s EAR off about you so much so that Ghost could win a jeopardy game about you
- Soap, the man who confesses by… well I’ll save that for another time
-Soap definitely is shitting bricks nervous to meet your family and actually makes your dad shit bricks instead when he sees your hunk of a boyfriend.
-Everyone turning their comms off once you say sweetheart because they know you’re just talking to Soap
-Soap sending everyone a video of you hogtying a pig, and winning first place at a rodeo held in your hometown over holiday one year
- now they actually get a little nervous when you start stomping around in your infirmary/makeshift medic tent talking about hogtying whoever who misplaced your special medical needle gifted to you from your nana/papa/mama/whoever you find special in your life
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authors note again: Anyways I’m just gonna yk slip on past here. Lmk if there’s anything that offends you or anything I should improve as I’m still super new to writing fanfiction (so much harder than literature analysis or film writing) I loved doing this and I hope I can do more!
My requests are open and I love writing these as a emotional release
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duskymrel · 7 months
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TWST characters as different people i've seen at school
yes most of this is slander
Riddle: The kid who treated being line leader as though he had just been elected President of the United States of America
Ace: Would stand up in class and shout "FOR KOBE" and throw a piece of paper at the trash bin. Would completely miss.
Cater: Filming a fucking TikTok dance in the middle of the school hallway during class transitions. Fucking MOVE, i got places to be. (I walk directly though their tiktok and ruin it)
Trey: That kid who's birthday you know by heart and eagerly await every year because he brings in the BEST desserts. The good kush.
Deuce: Says the stupidest shit in class unironically. Other guys are confused as to how this makes him more endearing but girls fawn all over him.
Azul: Passes by his crush (Jamil) in the hallway and thinks blud will stop and fall madly in love with him at first sight and will declare his love to Azul and it'll be something straight out of a teen girl movie. It ends up playing out exactly like this video: https://www.tiktok.com/@irljigsaw/video/7232906141385215274?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc
Floyd: Kid who only likes Chemistry because he's crazy excited about mixing chemicals and setting things on fire. Anything he makes in a lab he loudly comments on how badly he want's to take a bit fat slurp/bite out of it. (it's me i do this)
Jade: One of the mushroom core girlies. Wears mushroom jewelry, has mushrooms patterns on his clothes, draws them for art class, draws them on his notebooks and binders. It's almost obnoxious but he's forgiven by everyone because he's hot.
Leona: Literally doesn't give a shit about school. Shows up in pajama bottom's and takes the fattest nap right in the middle of Geometry.
Jack: The only nice guy on the football team, girls LUST for him ❤
Ruggie: The only class this kid liked was free and reduced lunch (real)
Kalim: Guy who refuses to eat school food. He's probably got the right idea, that nacho cheese sauce probably causes cancer. Brings the most banger lunches and makes people jealous. (Lunchables, the GOOD fruit gummies, chips, a cookie, and a Caprisun.)
Jamil: In classes where you're not allowed to eat, he's the kid who sits in the back and makes a 9 course Gordan Ramsay approved gourmet meal.
Idia: This was so easy this guy was the anime weebo who wore anime merch every day and sometimes even wore anime wigs to school. He won't admit it but he would Naruto run through the halls in middle school.
Ortho: The cute little innocent babey schnookums who the girls all doted on. Hurt him and you'll get jumped by every girl in the student body. Fuck around and find out type shit.
Vil: Bozo who would literally paint their nails in class and would be doing their eyeliner while the teacher was trying to explain mRNA.
Epel: YEEHAW REDNECK KID. you know who i mean. the one who wears a hat with the American flag on it every day and whenever the teacher tells them to take it off they go on a rant about how unpatriotic the teacher is.
Rook: The only kid who actually liked French class. Tries to rizz people up in the hallway and asks for their Snap but always fails. Maidenless behavior.
Malleus: The tall quiet emo kid who slumps in his chair on his phone, with the bottom resting on his belly. He looks like he's listening to edgy emo music but it's actually tooth rotting cheesy pop music
Lilia: The manic pixie dream girl who will spew the most wise sage advice when asked.
Sebek: Literally one of those girls who's attached to her boyfriend like a parasite. You cannot separate her. Overly loyal and won't stfu. Is like a mix between a golden retriever and a chihuahua.
Silver: I swear on my life he's one of the kids who's been adopted by his entire friendgroup. People love him he's just a likeable person. He makes a new friend and BOOM they've adopted him. You're my son now, boy.
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@heartscrypt i thought specifically of you while writing Azuls
anyways all of these are people i've known i've got irl sources for this. no i won't apologize for all the slander because it's funny.
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octuscle · 11 months
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Hey is this the support team? This is me currently, when I downloaded the Chronivac app and I saw that they had a Spotify type radio feature. But for whatever reason, they’ll only play like bro-country, lame pop, and dad rock and I don’t even like any of those genres 😭. Thank you if you can help!
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First of all, a few words about Chronivac Music, since this feature is new and may not be known yet. This feature is about automatically turning yourself into the average listener of exactly this playlist when you listen to it. You create the playlist via Settings/Chronivac Music/Playlists. But you have to connect one or more accounts (Spotify, Apple Music etc.) via Settings/Chronivac Music/Data Sources. If I understood you correctly, you have not had the new version of Chronivac for very long and have not yet performed both steps. Correct? In this case, Chronivac Music uses a playlist based on your pre-modification data that roughly matches people like you (you know this from other presets… "People with your characteristics preferred to choose… in the past"). Now Chronivac Music is still very new and the data base is thin. That makes the presets rather random. Please parameterize Chronivac promptly, this will improve your experience but also the experience of others.
But now back to you. You don't like the selected genres at all? Oh, you don't understand that sentence? Difficult words? Then simpler: You don't like the music?That's a lie. You like it better from song to song. You lie on the sofa and start jerking your cock. To fantasies of hillbillies and southern beaux. The music begins to unfold its effect. However, not much changes with you yet. This is probably due to the unbalanced music mix. A little more bro-country, and it would definitely go in the direction of College Jock.
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A little more lame pop and I could get you a job on the next farm.
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But I find everything boring. And it doesn't go well with your cute little goatee. I'll mix in a little more dad rock. I like the result very much.
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I think I'll save this under "Redneck Stoner".
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