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Hii… so it’s been a while…

I’m sorry I haven’t posted or updated you all :^(

Unfortunately I’ve been busy and haven’t had much motivation to write here. And don’t think I will. I’m still thinking about writing but I’m too sure entirely. I want to kinda dump my writing here but also don’t know if you guys would like that! 😓

Unfortunately I’ve just lost interest in fanfic writing. Maybe some small blogs or pieces here and there but overall I’ve gotten less interested in it.

If you guys would still like to read some things I write that are unrelated to anything I’ve posted please let me know and I’d love to share it here!

:)

Thank you all for the support even if it isn’t much, I appreciate you all <3

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MATT DILLON THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT, 2018

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I’m alive!!

Sorry I haven’t been active</3

I’m planning on trying to finish all requests by the end of this month at the latest :)

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okay please do NOT judge me 4 this but erm. yknow in saints row 4. Matt miller. Is kinda . fine. can you erm. please do smut of him wit a gender neutral reader. maybe fluff. I don’t know how to request :(

Not judging at all 🙏🙏

Matt is litterly one of my favs

When I write this request it will be linked: here

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mayhaps.

prehaps....

gatboss... (but like– male boss at the very least, he/him pronouns)

could you make it smut with feelings, the scenario is when the boss confesses to johnny in SRIV!!

thank you in advance. 🫶

MIGHT have giggled when I read this — you’re so real for this.

Sorry for being inactive btw , I’ve been busy but I’ll try to get back into writing soon!:)

When I write this request it’ll be linked: here

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Darry and Ponyboy’s life360 messages consist of:

Darry: Charge phone

Darry: Love you

Darry: Where are you

Darry: Where are you

Darry: Where are you

Ponyboy: School

Darry: Where are you

Darry: ok👍😄🤣

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Hey so I recently fell in love with rdr2 and i wanted to request any male character of the gang (except Micah and Dutch) x male reader who stutters. Often times when i speak i repeat the first word of a sentence for example when I ask "why would they walk that way" i repeat "why" like a broken record at least 10 times. That's why i hate ordering food or just talking to someone new because nervousness makes it worse.

So could you write the reader as being real quiet and never speaking to anyone because he is afraid of being made fun of, while everyone thinks he's just mysterious/real mean. The reader doesn't go on mission alone because they don't talk and he is always paired up with the same person, at some point it they are a real good team and never separate and at some point the reader feels comfortably enough to talk.

I hope this isn't too much, I know i can get a bit specific and i hope you don't mind

Anyway, if you don't feel comfortable just ignore this

Have a nice day/night!

hi anon!! This request is adorable ofc I'll write it!

(A/N: When I finish writing it, I will update this post with the link: here)

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hello! I updated my profile stuff so that's why things may look different! :)

If anyone wants to request anything feel free to! I have also updated my pinned post which shows what and who I write for!

Don't be shy, request something! <3

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FORGET TWILIGHT

I'M TEAM DALLY

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actually giggling because the outsiders Fandom is so wholesome, I love yall😭🫶

TELL ME WHY IM MUTUALS WITH THREE OF MY FAVORITE WRITERS AND ANOTHER OF MY FAVORITE WRITERS LITERALLY REBLOGGED MY HEADCANONS? i’m about to giggle and kick my feet like literally

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darry curtis is hot and if you disagree you are simply incorrect!!

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dating Dallas Winston . . .

A/N: my masterlist

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YALL HE WANTS ME SOOO BAD

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dallas is ‘i bet on losing dogs’ coded

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My Missing Piece

Pairing: Frank Castle x (gn!) Reader

Warnings: angst -> fluff, topics of death, violence, corny fluff, pet names, profanities, etc.

Summary: After Frank Castle's supposed 'death' , you were heartbroken. But what happens if the dead man of your heart shows up at your doorstep?

Song: j's lullaby - Delaney Bailey

Word count: 952 words 5,147 characters

You laid on your side, watching the TV screen as your tears glossed over your lashes, making your vision blurry. You brought a hand up to your mouth to stifle a small cry that left your lips. Ever since that day, the one where you lost the man that grasped at your heart and held it in a harsh grip and never let go - you had been lost. Heartbroken. It never felt the same. You hoped that one day, you would wake up and find him in bed next to you, but you knew that would never happen.

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Meanwhile, Frank did everything he could to hold himself back from seeing you. He was a new man now, he had a new life. He had to move on. But he couldn't. He knew as much. It didn't take the man much to give in and try to see you, the first thing he could. So it was decided. He would see you once more, and then that's that. That would be it. But once he was in front of you, suddenly all those feelings came rushing back, that dreading and desperate feeling to reach out and hold you in his arms. To hold you tight and protect you from everything else in this miserable shitty world.

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Your hand gripped the handle of your front door, a steady knock being the only thing that brought you over here. Your fingers collected together to twist at the knob, swinging the wooden door open and immediately dropping your hand to your side, your eyes widening. Whether it was in horror, disbelief, or defiance, you were unsure. Maybe all. Frank Castle. The man said to be dead, the man that your heart longed for, was on your doorstep. A hood over his head, with his hands in the hoodie pockets. As you opened the door, his head lifted up, his eyes locking with yours as if you two had first seen each other for the first time again. Everything had slowed down in your head, and in reality for you. You were brought back by Frank clearing his throat.

"Hey."

That simple word was what made everything process and click in your head, tears immediately fogging up in your eyes, your voice slightly shaky as you spoke,

"Frank?"

He stepped further inside, allowing him to do so as you closed the door, leaning your back against it as you stared up at the man in sheer disbelief, tears still fighting at your bottom lashes.

"Yeah... it's - it's me."

Hearing his voice again made a rush of emotions fly through you, pain, relief, desperation. You threw your arms around him immediately, your head getting pushed into the fabric of his hoodie, tears starting at a more rapid pace now, pouring from your eyes, wetting the grey fabric your head was buried in.

Frank welcomed all of it, his hands slowly holding around your waist and back, pulling you closer, the feeling of your arms around his neck being exactly what he longed for, his face now taking its turn to bury into your neck. His hand occasionally came up and combed through your hair, his head hesitantly pulling away before pressing a ever so gentle kiss to your forehead before retreating back to your neck. Meanwhile, your arms clung around his shoulders tightly, afraid he would disappear if you let go for even a second, your fingers digging into the hood that now laid on the back of his neck.

"I thought you were dead.."

Your voice whispered from behind his ear, so soft it almost passed right by him. He shifted slightly but didn't let go of you. And you didn't let go of him.

"I know."

He spoke simply, in his gruff and low voice, muffled slightly by your neck, of which his face was buried in.

"I know, sweetheart."

His spoke once more, now more gentle, his brows furrowing slightly as his eyes closed. Your sobs only slowed down half an hour after, you had now shifted to your couch, where Frank simply held you in his arms, your arms wrapped around his torso as the side of your head laid on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as if it was an ambiance you could listen to all day.

"Where have you been, Frank?"

Your voice finally spoke, so quiet and muffled by his hoodie that you laid your head on. He smelled like rum and cheap cologne. And you loved it - missed it even. You waited for a minute, long silence being met with your question before you heard a sigh heave from his chest.

"Hiding. Starting a new life."

"Without me?"

He went silent. You could hear his heart stutter, and a small breath of air escaped his lips. You knew he didn't mean to do so. You weren't that blind. But being in his life put you at risk. You knew that too, but you didn't care. You were brought back to reality when hearing his voice start, brass at first, then turning soft.

"No, not without you. Even if I tried, I couldn't live without you, darlin' "

Your lips curled into a smile when hearing this, feeling Frank's hand rub up and down your back, his fingers gentle on your back. His voice usually sounding like gravel to others, sounded like sweet honey to you. Right then and there, at that moment. You knew this man was meant for you, and you were meant for him. Even if it meant facing over millions of fucking cops, getting shot over and over, getting beat, anything. You would do it, and all over again just to be with him. Just to have him hold you like this forever.

And something told you he would do the same just for you.

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A/N: I'm super proud of this piece, and I hope you all enjoy it! I updated my masterlist just a little and will now be doing The Punisher requests!

Happy Valentines Day! <3

REQUESTS: OPEN

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Working on a little something...

Coming out valentines day, think of it as a special <3