afterhourwriting

[afterhourwriting]

It’s Scouts momma!

he’s looking at either scout’s mom or his family i’m sick this comic had me SICK

[afterhourwriting]

I think it does, yeah..

And you say I need to take an English course.

There's a serial jingler going around 😭😭

Heh. Jiggler.

[afterhourwriting]

I’m no longer manifesting 🙌

I’m manifesting a friendly possum for you to encounter when you’re out of the bar, may they bring you sweet faces and also the faces of their many children. May they climb you like a tree 🙏

oh, Shit!!! ya wannget that thing away from us! thes lugs are gonna stomp on'er or shohther or suimn! Rabies.

[afterhourwriting]

Honestly, Medic would probably be willing enough to replace your spine with a robotic one

ever consider installing like, a robotic spine or something? to help with your bad back.

How do ya propose I do that, huh?

[afterhourwriting]

I’m actually not sure why it’s called Animal Crossing, because they aren’t crossing anything. You just help build a community on an island with them?? I don’t know, you might like it 🤷

My Animal Crossing villager, Ketchup, just moved in earlier today, thoughts?

'S a cute name for that duckie ya got, mate.

At least I'm assumin' that's what this is s'posed to be. Another one of these games, yea? What are these animals tryna cross? A road?

[afterhourwriting]

Here’s a little story I wrote for my one of my teachers last year ish? that I took a couple months on and really shouldn’t have 😁👍

A Date with Death

Chattanooga, Tennessee - November 23rd, 2023. 57 F.

 Death shuffled on his feet, tugging at his collar and pulling on his cuffs as he patiently awaited his date. The seat in front of him was uncomfortably empty though he, himself, was not seated. Instead he waited, and waited until he could spot the woman he had been looking for walking through the entrance. Olyvia had auburn hair that was cut down to her shoulders; and her smile was as bright as the sun, maybe brighter. “Hey, you!” She called out.

“Hey.. you.” Death awkwardly muttered back to her as he pulled out her chair. “I like your suit. Now I feel a little underdressed.” Olyvia said as she sat down, referring to the sweater and long jeans that she had thrown on in a rush.

He quickly shook his head dismissively, “No, no, no! If anything, I’m the one that overdressed. I should have.. ahem, picked out something more casual.” Death shuffled to sit across from his date as he fixed his tie. The waitress came along and handed the pair their menus before leaving to let them decide what they wanted with a polite smile. “So! Death, huh? You know, I didn’t think your profile was serious when it said that.” Olyvia flashed him a cheeky smile as she lowered her menu. “Not the best job, admittedly. Makes my dating life.. not as easy as I would like it to be. Nor do I get this much free time; I left my apprentice in charge.” Death replied with a nervous rub on the back of his neck. His dark eyes met the woman’s emerald orbs; her pupils seeming to stare right into his soul - or lack thereof. “But it’s.. alright. I get to travel, so I suppose it’s not all bad. Anyways, enough about me! What do you do for a living?”

“I’m a florist! I sell plants and flowers, things like that. It’s certainly not as exciting as being the Grim Reaper but I like it.” Olyvia stated as she raised her menu to look it over again.

“Exciting isn’t a word I’d normally use to describe my job.” Death chuckled softly.

The woman across from him, however, looked up at him nervously; tucking the menu down onto the table. “Oh.. I am so sorry, was that offensive? I was just saying that, y’know, you get to go out and see different places so I just thought that was an exciting part of..” Her voice went quiet at the sound of her date's chuckle turning into a heartfelt laugh that made her feel like she might have accomplished something. She wasn’t sure what that accomplishment was, or why she felt the way she felt, but being on a date with Death..

It felt weirdly nice to hear him laugh. It almost sounded like he needed that.

“No, no! Ms. Olyvia, you’re quite fine. Trust me, I’m not offended in the least!” Death reassured her while his face rested in a toothy grin; his cheeks flushed and his eyes glimmering happily. His hand lifted to wipe his eyes before his grin softened and his attention refocused on Olyvia. “That was the most I’ve laughed in a century, honestly. Thank you for that.”

Olyvia was quiet for a moment; it felt like hours but it was really only for a few seconds. “You are very much welcome! It feels good to see you smile, as odd as it feels saying it.” A tiny smile played on her lips when she finally responded. They had only really met in person today but it felt like they had known each other for years. The rest of the date was continuously filled with laughter and bright smiles, as an unfamiliar warm feeling overcame the two.

But not every night can last, and just as quickly as the dinner began it quickly ended. 

“I had fun tonight! I’m glad I came out.” Olyvia lightly nugged Death as he walked her to her apartment; which wasn’t that far but the Reaper insisted that he accompanied her. The man nodded, one arm wrapped around hers as they continued their path. “I am too. Glad you came out, I mean.. I’ve only really been on one date my entire time on this Earth, and it was a terrible experience.” He chuckled, finding humor in the date that was so long ago now. If anything, he was glad it went poorly.. It felt like he had just dodged a bullet back then. “But this was new. Better. I thank you.”

Olyvia shrugged and waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t thank me! You’re a good conversationalist, and I enjoyed myself..” Her head hesitantly leaned to the side, bumping and resting against Death’s arm softly, like she was scared her head would be too heavy for him somehow. As the pair approached her apartment, Death walked her up the steps and stood under the awning of the porch with her. The two stood in silence for a moment and simply took in the feeling before it had to come to an end. “Will I see you again?” Death finally asked, his face unusually hot and his cheeks flushing pink.

“Only if you have time for me.”

“I can have all the time in the world.” He responded, almost immediately. Olyvia raised a cheeky brow at this and gave the tall man a knowing smile. “That is.. if you’d be ever so graceful to have me out again.”

The woman nodded with a giggle, “Of course! I’d be more than honored to have you as company.” Her words were sincere, warm - nothing that Death had ever felt before, nor was it something he could fully understand; but it felt nice hearing those words. A comfortable silence fell over the two once more. Then, in a split second decision, Olyvia raised herself on the tips of her toes and planted a soft kiss on his cheeks. “Have a good night, Death.”

“I-.. yes-yes of course, uhm, you too, Olyvia.” Death stepped back, allowing his date to enter into her home and shut the door behind her softly.. and by then, he couldn’t contain his excitement as he jumped off the steps and quietly repeated a proud, “Yes!” like a chant. His heart was pounding, his hands were clammy and he was sweating up a storm that he didn’t know he was. Despite that, Death was.. proud. Proud he could finally take a break to allow himself the joys of life, and find someone that he felt was worth setting his heart out for.

Maybe chivalry isn’t dead!

fin

[afterhourwriting]

Thank god 😭

>:(

@shotmrmiller @wolveria @afterhourwriting you're safe for now

[afterhourwriting]

@waves-against-a-cliff STOP BOOPING ME 😭😭😭

YOU BOOPED ME 71 TIMES

[afterhourwriting]

I LOVE YOUR SNIPER IN A CRATE FIC. I hate when people instantly JUMP to nsfw with that scenario, you wrote it so well!! You especially wrote sniper super duper well!! You write him perfectly!

THANK YOU VERY MUCH, WEIRDLY APPRECIATIVE ANON???

As much as I like jumping to NSFW, I just didn’t feel like that would happen with Sniper in that scenario, or in general. I don’t understand how you have that much space in a BOX to boink 😭

But thank you very much for your kind words! ❤️

[afterhourwriting]

Man, it’s been a while…

….

Here’s a TF2 Fic I made a while ago for Wattpad! :D

-

TL;DR: The reader and Sniper don’t particularly enjoy each other and are locked in a crate by a BLU Soldier. Hijinks and boners ensue. Also, beware of my obsession with commas. This is kind of short for me

─━━━━━━⊱༻ ⚪️ ༺⊰━━━━━━─

“I know you don’t particularly enjoy touching, but I think it’s a little bit too late for that.” Finding yourself locked in a heavy crate that had a sentry on top with a man that smelt like gunpowder, sweat and piss was not what you thought was going to happen today. Your sentence didn’t get a response, all you heard was a simple grumble and the sound of the BLU Soldier celebrating that he captured you.

You tried to adjust as best as you could but- “Sniper, move your fat ass out of the way!” “My fat ass? That’s bloody rich. I can’t move anymore than you can, drongo!” His chest was heavy against yours, his hands carefully placed by your head. Meanwhile, underneath him, your legs were pressed against his waist and your hands were trying to keep the man’s body as far from yours as possible. “Why you of all people? I’d much rather be stuck in here with Scout.”

“Careful what ya wish for, sheila. Now quiet down so I can think.” Sniper grumbled in your ear as his musk filled your senses. The silence was deafening and you could practically hear your heart beating in your head. As claustrophobic as it was, you tried to take your mind off of the situation by thinking of what you might do when you get out. Make some tea? Maybe cook something up to eat? Noodles sound so good right-… what the fuck was pressing into you? You’d reach down and try to feel it out if you weren’t already suspicious and if there was enough room.

Your lips parted to speak, but god knows that even if you asked him you did NOT want to know the answer. “Mick?” “What’s it now?” “Tell me that’s just a pistol in your pocket and not… tell me you just brought in a gun from outside?”

…

THE SILENCE. ISN’T. HELPING.

“MICK! You are so GROSS.” You shouted in disgust, now kicking at his legs as if that’s going to do… anything. It’s the thought that counts though. “Oi! Can’t kick me; ‘s basic human biology. I’m weak! Y’got on bloody tights for Christ’s sakes, what ‘m I supposed to do?!” Mick yelled back, grabbing at your ankles to try and keep you from kicking anymore. “DON’T. BE. DISGUSTING! Get away from me, asshole!”

“WHERE THE HELL AM I GONNA GO?!”

Your commotion was loud, no doubt, and it lightly shook the crate you two were unfortunately locked in. What wasn’t apparent was that you were quickly gathering an audience. “I SWEAR, if they don’t kill us, I’m killing you MYSELF, MUNDY!” “Big. Fucking. Talk! You act like you ain’t never given a man a stiffy!”

A few of the BLU team had surrounded the crate, including Soldier who seemed very proud of himself. He’s got two of the RED team, he’s got intelligence, today was a good day. For him anyways. “Well, they sound friendly, don’t they?” Spy muttered in annoyance, practically plugging his ears as your fight continued on.

─━━━━━━⊱༻ ⚪️ ༺⊰━━━━━━─

A/N: I had fun writing this. Also little “glossary” here for those that didn’t study up on Australian slang that is a totally normal thing to do and can’t make educated guessed (it’s okay, you’re still a wonderful reader)

Drongo: “Idiot” or “Stupid fellow”

Sheila: Coming from the Irish name Síle, which was exclusively used for women, sheila is considered a mild Australian slang insult for “girl” or “woman”

Stiffy is self explanatory, guys. Come on.

[afterhourwriting]

Woah, holy shit, mangoguy just booped me

[afterhourwriting]

Sneak peak of Alejandro’s nsfw abc

A = Aftercare

Alejandro is stupid gentle with you after sex

Like, stupid gentle, to the point you have to remind him you’re not a broken porcelain doll and it’s okay to touch you

He knows what he does with you during sex, and he knows how overstimulated you can be afterwards

He just wants to make sure your cleaned up and comfortable afterwards, mi vida

B = Body part

During sex, I like to think Alejandro’s favorite parts of your body are your hands.

Don’t get me wrong, your eyes are still the most gorgeous things he’s ever seen

Alejandro loves how you tear up when he denies your high, only to make you cum for him god knows how many times

But your hands.

He loves how easily he can hike your legs up on his shoulders and hold his hand in yours

It’s almost like a reminder for him that this isn’t a dream and he is actually fucking the love of his life dumb

C = Cum

Not too sure what to put here, it just said “anything about cum” so I’m just gonna write their favorite places to cum on you 😬👍🏽

Most definitely on your face, but I feel Alejandro also enjoys cumming on your tits and seeing his ropes of cum slide down them

That’s all I got for this bit, sorry y’all

D = Dirty secret

I really.. don’t see Alejandro having a dirty secret?

I feel like he shares everything with you no matter how embarrassing it might be

…

He’s probably secretly into wax play.

E = Experience

Look at Alejandro and tell me this is not the most experienced man you’ve ever seen

Guy knows what you like and how you like it before you guys probably even fucked

All you had to do was get drunk, spill some shit to him, and voila

Magic

He’s having you cum 5 times on his cock

F = Favorite position

I’m getting tired of describing this shit 😭 just take this list and keep reading

69

Cowgirl + Reverse Cowgirl

Missionary

The Seashell (I’m not kidding, this is what it’s called)

The Pinball Wizard (I’M NOT MAKING THIS UP ISTG)

[afterhourwriting]

Send help, I found myself writing NSFW ABC’s instead

[afterhourwriting]

*taps mic*

Ahem…

Alex and König def have mommy kinks.

That is all.

[afterhourwriting]

Seriously considering posting about cod men and their kinks/favorite positions and just not going in depth about it.

[afterhourwriting]

More bestie groupchat convos because I think it’s funny

[afterhourwriting]

Sorry, Toni, looks like only one of us here actually looks like our profile pictures 😎

(i have somehow transported myself into call of duty, send help, i just got shot in the ass)

i think all of you look like your profile pictures