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anon who asked for the bluto story here: yes, i meant belushi’s character in animal house! I saw something that said you had requests open for his characters (I love him)

Sounds good! I'll start writing it soon! Thanks!!

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bluto x reader where reader is a prim, proper sorority girl and bluto has to work very hard to get her attention? maybe one of those things where it starts out as a bet, because she’s shy and won’t talk to anyone?

Hey!!! I'd love to write this; is this Bluto, John Belushi's character?

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"Never Ever Getting Rid of Me" Joliet Jake Blues [The Blues Brothers] x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, swearing

You were the infamous Jake Blues' fiance. That is, until he dropped everything and left. Since that day, you've retired keyboard and worked at a local bar in Joliet.

Life is pretty great; slow and steady. You completely forgot about Jake and Elwood and the rest of the band. Until now.

The door jingle echoes louder than the loud voices of patrons yelling for more drinks. You pay no mind to the door, continuing to keep up with the pace of the drinks. The new patrons take a seat in front of where you're standing. "Well, well, well," You hear a booming voice you know all too well. You slowly look up. Jake and Elwood Blues. "I'll be damned," You say under your breath. "Elwood and Jake?"

"That's us. How's our favorite pianist doing?" Elwood asks, taking a glance at you. Jake stares you down, expression neutral.

"Not a pianist anymore. I'm a bartender, obviously." You think for a second, pursing your lips. "Wait...Why are you guys here? You haven't reached out for years, and now you want to talk?" You point at Jake. "You, especially." He shies away sheepishly.

You know they have to want something.

"Well..." Elwood looks to Jake. "You see, the orphanage needs five thousand dollars to keep running."

"Why do you think I'd help you guys?" You sneer, pointing a look at Jake. "Especially since you left me to fend for myself."

"Because we're on a mission from God," Elwood replies, fixing his sunglasses. "Whatever, I've got to work."

You don't want your heart broken again by Jake. You know it'd happen again.

You keep making shots and glasses of beer without looking up, hoping the two brothers left. Then you look up and see Jake, who is holding a flower.

"Sweetheart, I know I must be out of my mind to ask for forgiveness after what I did, but trust me. I had a reason to leave."

"Jake, just take your daisy and leave. Just leave!"

"I will never let you let me leave," Jake looks to Elwood and back to you with a smile.

"I promise I'm not lying. Go ahead ask anybody who has seen me trying."

You can't help but scoff, seeing as he left you on the porch of your home three years ago.

"Whatever, Jake," You huff.

"I'm not going, if it seems like I did, I'm probably waiting outside."

You keep making drinks, taking them to other patrons. Jake just follows where you're going, like a sad little puppy.

"Such a stubborn man you'll likely never meet another. When we have our family dinner, you can ask my brother." You look to Elwood, and he nods before exusing himself to the bathroom.

"He's the best, you'll learn more about him on our family history test," He jumps onto the bar, causing shouts of concern from patrons.

"Is he drunk?"

"Is he mad?"

"I'm gonna do this right. Show you I'm not moving," He continues, walking alongside you as you return to the taps.

"Wherever you go, I won't be far to follow. Oh, I'm gonna love you so," Your heart leaps in your chest. He almost never told you he loved you.

"You'll learn what I already know. I love you means you're never, ever, ever getting rid of me." He reaches for your arm and pulls you onto the bar.

"You can try, oh, but I, I love you means you're never, ever, ever getting rid of me." He spins you and you return to him, noses almost touching.

"Ready for your check?" You ask.

"Not quite, beer for everybody!" He yells, backing from you. The bar fills with shouts.

"I grew up an orphan in the suburb of the city. Spent my days alone my only friend was a stray kitty called Sardine." You can't help but lighten up, laughing softly at the fact he did meet a stray cat named Sardine. She was cute.

"I thought it was hilarious to call a cat a kind of fish. She played hard to get hissing while she scratched me." He holds his hand up to show you a scar on his hand from Sardine before leading you into a spin. You knock a few shot glasses over.

"What she was trying to say was "Jakey come and catch me". I learned quickly, that perseverance stood between a cat and her new best friend, me."

You laugh, going to get off the counter, but he brings you right back.

"Oh, I'm gonna do this right. Show you I'm not moving," He drops to his knees and holds your hands in his, pressing a chaste kiss to your palm.

You try to walk off the counter and he shadows your steps. "Wherever you go, I won't be far to follow. Oh, I'm gonna love you so."

He pulls you closer, his breath fanning your face, contrast to the cold atomosphere.

"You'll learn what I already know. I love you means you're never, ever, ever getting rid of me."

"When you say never-" You ask before he replies swiftly.

"You can try, oh, but I--"

Your boss appears behind the two of you, holding a towel in his hand as he folds his arms over his chest.

"I love you means blah blah blah yip yap yap yap now get back to work!"

You climb off the counter and give Jake a small smile. He smiles back, climbing down with you.

"I can try, but I, I love you means you're never, ever, ever getting rid of me."

He pulls you close and into a passionate kiss. One you've missed since he went away. It was slow and rough at the same time. When you pull back, he asks. "How about being our pianist?"

"How can I deny a mission from God?"

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I just wanted to thank you again for writing my request, it was really good!

-that one anon who's totally normal about wade whipple

Omg of course please keep sending requests i love your ideas

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"Good at this kinda thing." Wade Whipple (Knuckles) x Reader

Anon request!

Warnings: None!

You moved to Green Hills, Montana almost a week ago. You hoped to distance from the toxic environment people called "The Big City". While it was successful, you got isolated very quickly. You know no one in this new location.

Today you decide to walk downtown to a donut shop. The owner, a wrinkly elder man, is very sweet and often gives you a free donut. You enter quietly and Mr. Parker gives you a kind wave. "Good morning!" You timidly greet.

He replies in a raspy voice, "Good morning, young one. Can I interest you in a donut? It's a new flavor I'm trying out. Raspberry chocolate with vanilla creme." He extends a donut to you on a ceramic plate. "I'd love to," You smile.

Gratefully, you take the pink donut and sit down at the counter. "It looks really good, Mr. Parker. It's obvious why everyone loves your donuts."

The main door jingles before he has a chance to reply. "Ah, Officer Whipple!" Mr. Parker smiles, wrinkles deepening.

You turn your head to spot the man and your heart stops. He has a slight amount of stubble and soft chestnut hair.

You can't help your heart from fluttering as you glance at him.

"Would you like to sample a donut recipe I'm trying?" Mr. Parker cuts your thoughts short, asking the Officer a question.

"Um, yeah! I don't know if that was a joke or not," He answers, taking the donut. He goes to sit where you are but pauses, realizing a person was sitting there. "Oh, sorry about that." The Officer apologizes, taking the spot next to you.

"No problem." You eat the donut silently and sighed. It tasted like pure bliss.

It took a moment before you saw that the man was staring at you.

"I don't think I've seen you around before. You new to town?"

You swallow your donut and answer swiftly. "I am. Just moved from the city."

"Well, city girl. I was comin' down here to put up a poster for karaoke night at the bar. Maybe come check it out, meet some new people."

He finishes his donut in a single bite before turning to Mr. Parker, who was mixing batter.

"Mr. Parker, this new recipe is amazing."

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Three nights later and you are getting ready for the karaoke night at "Jim's Bar". You decide a simple wing for your eyeliner, and a bold red lip.

You fluff your hair in the mirror, making sure it is cute. "Hm." You shake your head and your hair fluffs out.

Finally, time rolls around for the party, and you arrive on time through the door. You immediatley find the bar and ask for a drink.

You watch as people who have to be on their third drink at least dance and sing their asses off, doing poorly or not.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watch the Officer from earlier approach you. "Gonna go up, city girl?" He asks.

You shake your head sheepishly. "Not a chance, Officer."

He laughs. "Please, call me Wade." You offer a small smile.

"You should go up and sing something. Half of the people here are drunk anyway. They won't remember."

You give him a snort. "You know what, fine. Watch my drink."

You go up to the stage and let the person who was singing finish. You take the mic and ask the D.J. to turn on "Jessie's Girl". He plays the karaoke on the screen and you brace for your best or worst preformance yet.

Luckily, it went on without a problem. And when you exit stage, Wade continues to shower you with compliments.

"Not bad, city girl. How about a drink? On me."

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New to my green light list!

The Blues Brothers

John Belushi Characters

Need for Speed (Movie)

Space Jam

Benson Boone

Have you ever wanted to request a story for any of these characters? Well now you can!

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Hello again, I am once again on my monthly wade whipple obsession. I also saw on your poll that you wanted requests, so here I am (^▽^)/

I was thinking perhaps a reader who just moved to town and is not great at socializing, so they've been struggling to make new friends in town. Wade invites them to karaoke night at the bar in town, and when its readers turn to sing, they crush it and cuteness with wade insues. ( ≧∀≦)

As always, feel no pressure to write this, and make sure to take breaks!

-that one anon who's totally normal about wade

Yes absolutely! I do plan to go to a movie after window shopping but I will start this tonight! 🫶🫶🫶

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"I love you." Lars Pinfield [Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire] x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Requested by: @centracks

HEAVILY INSPIRED BY ANOTHER WRITING

You and Lars have been together for almost three years. Ghost Corp. thought it was a weird combonation, you being bubbly and Lars being less outgoing.

Tonight is like any other night. You are at your desk, working on some paperwork the city gave to you. A knock on the door causes your head to snap towards the door. It is Lars, his tall figure standing in the doorway, casting a shadow to the side of the room.

"Hi, love." He smiles, strutting towards you.

"Hey babe," You reply, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lightly chapped lips.

You pull back with a giggle. This causes Lars to squint. "What?"

"Your lips are chapped. Need some chapstick?" You offer, reaching for your purse.

"No, no. I came in to ask you a question."

Your eyebrows furrow. Usually he just waits after work. And his face is flushed. You brush that aside and look to him.

"Sure," you lean back up to face him.

"Did you wanna go to dinner tonight? I know it's rushed, but--"

"Pinfield, I'd love to go to dinner."

He sighs in relief. "Alright. See you at 8. Usual reservation."

"You got it."

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Work couldn't have ended sooner enough. You got home in time to fix your hair up and to put on a nice outfit. You took one last look in the mirror. In the corner, there was a photo of you and Lars at the mayoral ball together.

You remember that night fondly. It brings a smile to your face. You check your phone and it's 7:53. Shit! You're going to be late!

You make it through the door at 8:10. Lars is in the corner table, looking quite nervous.

"Lars, you look like you got slimed again. You okay?" You sit down across from him. He already ordered you a drink he knew you liked, and you gratefully drank it.

"I'm fine. Just thought you were gonna be another six hours late."

You playfully hit his arm with a laugh. "Rude."

The two of you order your meals and talk about work. "Lucky nearly shot Trevor's head off!" Lars exlaims, his fork hitting the plate with a scraping noise. "Hey, calm your panties. Lucky is only 18."

Desert comes around and you order a piece of cake. It took a while to come out, so you decide to use the restroom. You stand at the mirror for a few minutes, admiring your makeup.

You were smiling widely, your face flushed from the laughs you have shared with Lars.

You realize...

"Gosh, I want to marry him."

You return to your dinner table and start eating your cake. Your expression turns from satisfied to confused when your fork hits something hollow and hard. You dig it out, to find it was an engagement ring. Lars is intently staring you down, looking for a reaction.

"Lars...Did you..?"

"I realized that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, and I couldn't wait any longer. So...will you marry me?"

You feel tears prick your eyes as you wipe the ring off with a napkin. It is beautiful. You begin to cry. "Yes! Yes!" You exclaim, sliding next to him to hug him and briefly kiss his lips.

You cannot wait to be Mrs. Pinfield.

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QUEUE:

"MARRY ME" - LP (Tonight)

"HOLD MY HAND" - PM (Unsure)

"NOT GETTIN' ANY: LOSERS" - MJF (Unsure)

"IF HE WANTED TO HE WOULD" - JR (Unsure)

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I LOWK CRIED

Last Words

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Pairing: Human!Finn McMissle (Cars 2) X Gender neutral!Reader

Warning: Character death

Finn knew this was somewhat his fault. He’d gotten too ambitious and compromised the mission. He thought…well, he just thought. Oh, man, how he hated what this was going to do to you.

With a grunt, he pushed himself higher against the wall he was resting on. The gash in his side screamed in protest and made it hard to breathe, but he ignored it. It was the least he could do as he reached for his phone. Dangerous to have with him in the first place, but it was there for you. To make sure you were okay, and for you to call him in the case of emergencies. He briefly considered calling for help; for the agency, or maybe Sid. No, he thought. Too dangerous, he didn’t want to put anyone else in jeopardy, and a part of him knew the help wouldn’t show up in time.

Instead, he called you. His world was fading and he wanted to hear your voice and a pang of guilt shot through him, sharper than the pain in his side, when you picked up almost immediately. He felt selfish and considered telling you the truth.

“Hello?” Came your voice from the other end. You sounded as if he’d interrupted an activity, yet you still had all your attention on him.

Swallowing in an attempt to keep his voice steady, he answered, “Evening, dearest. Hope you’re not too busy?”

To be honest, he didn’t want you to say you’d been doing anything. He wanted your focus in these last moments; not to mention how awful he’d feel for messing up plans.

“‘Course not, just making a late dinner. Is everything alright?”

‘No.’, “Yes, of course. Felt you might be getting lonely; can’t have you running off just yet.”

The laugh that flitted through his speakers warmed his heart. He hoped you weren’t too distraught after this.

“Is that all? Well, I guess you should know I’ve been sleeping around. Hard not having a man around, a person’s got needs.”

He knew it was just a playful jab, but his heart sank. Not about you with other people, but the fact he wouldn’t be around much longer. 

Forcing a laugh he’d been trained to perfect, he switched the phone to his other ear; arm getting tired from blood loss. “Met my brother have you?” He didn’t have a brother, and he didn’t wait for you to bring another come back. “Darling, listen,” Hating how fast the line went silent, he continued, “You need to start thinking of what to do without me.”

The silence continued for much longer than he would’ve liked.

“What is this about, Finnley.”

His full name meant you were serious and he quickly decided letting anything on was a bad idea. “Nothing, I’m just saying if I don’t come back,” adding quickly to the end, “One day.”

“Don’t scare me, Finn, you’re not going anywhere anytime soon.”

He could’ve laughed, given his current situation, but he was fading fast and he needed to wrap this up. “I love you.”

The two of you rarely said it. You, more often than him, but it was still reserved for when either of you really meant it. So, when you said it back as fast as you did, he was slightly taken aback. Or, he would’ve been if he wasn’t losing consciousness.

He’d only barely managed to end the conversation with you before the phone slid from his hand and clattered to the floor. Leaning his head against the wall supporting him, he let sleep wash over him; fully aware he wasn’t going to wake up. His only regret was letting you get close.

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I’ve realized i can’t write angst lmao

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"Vest" - Mike Schmidt [FNAF] x Reader

Warnings- Swearing

No mentions of Y/N

Give me some requests!

"Come on, I need my vest. I'm gonna be late," Mike grumbles from the doorway as you model in front of the bathroom mirror with the vest. "Let me come with," You insist.

"You know I can't." Mike replies with a sigh.

"Why?" You look at him.

"It's not safe. Now give me my vest, I'm going to be late."

You take a step back, challenging him. He moves from the doorway towards you, saying your name in a stern tone. "Give me the vest."

You sprint past him quickly, running down the hall.

Mike yells your name, following you to your shared room. You circled around the bed.

He quickly enters the room, standing on the other side of the bed.

"I'm coming with," You insist.

"No, you're not. I'm not playing anymore. Give me the damn vest."

You attempt to again run past him, but he ducks and grabs your waist, hoisting you over his shoulder. "Nope."

You shout in suprise, hitting his arm. "Put me down!"

"Should've given me my vest."

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Hi! If you want requests I will always gladly oblige!

I just read your wade headcannons and I really liked the "he keeps you in bed with cuddling when you wake up first" so I was hoping I could request a fic of waking up with him ( ≧∀≦)

Of course if you don't want to feel no pressure to write this! Have a good day!

-that one anon who is totally normal about wade whipple

Yes love! And if you ever want a fic branching off from a headcanon I WILL write for it. Thanks for the request. Enjoy!

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"Good Mornings." - Wade Whipple [Knuckles Series] x Reader

Warnings- None

You and Wade have been married for three years now. Ever since you met him you wanted his last name. he was perfect. He was kind, he enjoyed sports, and he was an officer!

Every day with him feels like a fever dream all over again, even if you wake up with him every morning by your side.

Usually, he is up first since he has to go into work so early, but since he was off for once, you were the first one up.

You stare at the side wall for a couple minutes, thinking about how lucky you were to be blessed with such a man.

Birds were already chirping outside. You go to get up, but are held down by a drooped arm around your waist.

"Mmh...What're you doing?" Wade's groggy voice fills your ears.

"I'm getting up," You answer.

"Not this early. It's Sunday," He replies, pulling you back down to his chest. The scent of Old Spice fills your nose, and you accept it with open arms.

"I don't want to sleep until 11, though," You say.

"I'll make sure we're up by ten."

Reluctantly, you give up arguing. You snuggle more into his chest, and close your eyes onice more, savoring the moment.

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ABSOLUTELY EATING UP YOUR WADE WHIPPLE FICS <3

They're so great thank you so much for writing

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yes of courseeee and if you ever want more PLEASE send in requests. I need excuses to write again haha