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“Warm Home”
Bob Aldrich x gender neutral!reader
Comfort fic request
Requested by @antifiction
Notes; cuddling, kissing, comfort, support, married couple, fluff.
Summary: After a stressful day on set, you (y/n) are there to support Bob and lend him an ear.
Words: 771
You had the whole table set ready for Bob and you as you were expecting him back from set, when you heard the sound of Bob coming into the house with his keys.
“Hi, honey!” You heard him call out from the hallway, as he hung his grey long-coat at the entrance. His tired steps made loud sounds in the hallway as he approached the area which you were in.
“Hi, you big hunk...” you said very enthusiastically, placing the last plate on the table.
“Another day down the shitter.” he let out as he was undoing his black tie.
His face lit up as he noticed the entire table which you had set up, and he sighed, closing his eyes.
“Oh honey, you didn’t need to do this...You know my job is tough no matter what.” He came close to you to leave a peck on your cheek, and placed one hand on your hip.
You smiled back at him and gently grabbed a hold of his face to leave a kiss near his lips. Bob couldn’t help but blush a bit. He then placed a sweet kiss on your neck and then headed over to sit down.
“How was the day today?” you asked, pouring a bit of wine in both of your glasses.
“Work was hell”. Bob expressed. You could hear the hint of frustration in his voice. “Just the same old cat and mouse game between Joan and Bette -” He grumbled. “- And not to mention Jack.”
“Did Jack say something to you?” you asked him.
Bob roamed his head around as he stated his answer. “It’s not really what he said… more like how he said it…-” He looked up to you as if disappointed.
“- He wants me to stir up some drama. … Make Joan and Bette be at each other’s throats…” He looked at you shamefully. “Problem is, I don’t wanna do that. I just wanna carry a proper set, make something of value… a good picture.” He said. A good horror picture at that.” He added, wagging his finger. “ - You know what I mean, honey?” he posed to you. Of course he’d understand if you couldn’t understand what he was saying.
“Of course I know what you mean.” you told him. Bob leaned towards you, gladly listening to your every word.
“And it’s going to be a spectacular picture, I’m sure of it, Bob. You just need to waltz with these people. They’re just a means to your vision.-” You tried to find the best way to put it to him. “Be the director that you want to be, not the one they want you to be.” You squeezed Bob’s hand tight and looked him in the eyes, adoringly.
Bob gazed at you, feeling deeply validated by your very meaningful words. “Thank you, honey -” he said coarsely. “- That’s just what I needed to hear.”.
Bob placed the large napkin onto the collar of his white shirt like a bib and began to dig into the meal carefully. He quickly expressed awe and delight with a muffled and wheezy laugh. In between he said to you: “Christ! Sweetie! When’d you learn to cook like this?”. He coughed a bit with his food. “-Mmh, I’m sorry.” He’d spoken with his mouth a bit full, out of excitement.
You looked at him flirtatiously, lifting up your glass as to take a sip from your wine. “Well what do you think I do all day?”. Your answer made the two of you laugh quite hysterically.
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After the two of you had put away the dishes and gotten into your pyjamas, you both quickly got tucked into bed, ready to cuddle and hold each other lovingly like you typically did. Bob always put his hand on your shoulder, circling his thumb softly as he got nuzzled up closer to you. So the two of you had naturally settled into this position already, as Bob was holding you tenderly. “My strudel” he said to you, gently placing his lips on yours, for a tender kiss.
“You know what I think your picture is going to be, hm, Bob?” you said, as you nuzzled into his neck and into your guys’ spoon. You felt his warm skin and the soft silk of his top.
“What’s that, honey?” he replied in a lovesome manner.
“I think your movie’s going to be the best horror picture ever made”. You answered. The only thing Bob gave you as a reply was simply drowning you with more kisses, and you gave into it without hesitation or qualm.
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Tagging: @alfredosauceee , @darknymite , @doctor-octiddius , @illiana-mystery , @space-pirate-alex , @neriuml , @arktishval , @rossieash , @randomfandomtrash28 , @bi-octavius , @faemorningstar , @yesalwayswelles , @bones-ego , @freddiefredfive , @ottolover101 and @heythereimashley .
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#bob aldrich x reader#bob aldrich#alfred molina#feud#feud (series)#feud fx#robert aldrich#bob from feud#gender neutral reader#alfred molina fanfic#orange#scorsesedepalmafan writes#*please I just want Bob to have a marriage like this#*also reclaiming the word hunk for men with beautiful dad bods
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Raising A Child With Bruce Banner Would Include
Bruce is incredibly patient with your child, always taking the time to listen to their questions and concerns, no matter how many they have.
He loves teaching your child about science and often conducts experiments with them, sparking their curiosity and love for learning.
Even when he's dealing with his own stress or anger issues, Bruce never loses his temper with your child. He maintains a calm demeanor, which helps your child feel safe and secure.
He enjoys reading bedtime stories to your child with you, each of you taking on an interactive role to make them laugh.
Bruce used to hate talking about his life as the Hulk, but with the love and support you give him, he tells his stories to your child, emphasizing the importance of using one's powers responsibly and for the greater good.
He encourages your child's creativity, whether it's through art, writing, or any other form of expression, and he's always proud of their creations.
Bruce is vigilant about your child's safety, ensuring that they understand the importance of staying safe on their own, when neither you nor Bruce can be there to protect them.
Despite his crazy his life can get, Bruce makes an effort to spend quality time with your child, whether it's simply having heartfelt conversations or doing an activity together.
Most importantly, Bruce's love for your child is unwavering and unconditional. He constantly reassures them that they are loved and cherished, no matter what.
For @angelique-of-the-volturi-guard
Bruce Banner: @unexpected-character, @lilyontheloose, @puppy-coded, @marinarashakeyobooty, @marvelgeek09, @becomingthedreamversionofme, @music-bird, @chaotic-mushroomz, @mbruben-stein, @scorsesedepalmafan, @sunflowergurlsposts, @danimorgan1708, @onlykeres, @floresferae, @stressydepressyandlemonzesty, @multifandomlover01, @tokyo-liv, @geekyandgay98, @sweetyprincesschaos, @yetanotherattemptatanaccount, @lady-darkswan3, @postcardgirl425, @garlicbreadrry, @bestfriend491
#bruce banner#bruce banner headcanons#bruce banner x reader#marvel#marvel headcanons#mcu#mcu headcanons#request
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WiP Game
WIP Game 🖤🤍
Thank you for the tag @chrism02
Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!!
Okay, ya’ll are getting both Molina and non-Molina writings. I know the titles suck. They’re just there so I can keep it all semi-organized, mostly. Not alphabetically, mind you, but *shrug* There are more, but I’m not including the ones that I'm unlikely to post.
Molina -
Maverick - When the Cards are Down
Tumblr Drabbles
S:NWH - Stolen Paradise
Species - CrossCultural
Arcane Opus
tDC - Sins of the Father
Chocolat - Temper Us in Fire
MM - Trust Fall
MM - Transplant
IJ:RLA - Para Mi
LiS - Art & Science
mer!Otto - LoveCraft
L&O:LA - 12 Hours
Nervous Energy - Restless Spirits
S2 - Kintsugi
S2 - Afterlife
Maverick - “Bike Cop” (placeholder title)
SS: The Green & the Pink
PP2 - Pepperidge (placeholder title)
Crossover - Counterparts
tMWKtL - Retirement
Imposters - Burtom (placeholder title)
tMatS - Miraculous Mistakes
Non-Molina -
Fear - Shared Trauma (working title)
The Gamers: House Rules
Billions - Velvet Rope
FiF - Risk & Reward
KK/CK - Lay Your Hands on Me
Criminal Minds - Werewolf AU (placeholder title)
Hunters - Emet
Oy Vey! - One Thing Leads to Another
True Romance - Alternatives (working title)
W13 - Heat Loss
W13 - Living (Arti)facts
W13 - Petting Zoo: Lioness
W13 - Petting Zoo: Songbird
W13 - Petting Zoo: Bear
W13 - Menagerie: Wild Horses
W13 - Menagerie: Full Moon
W13 - Blank Slate
JtGS - Myths Made Real (working title)
Monk - Captivity
Tags: @randomfandomtrash28 @writingsofhubris @the-realharleyquin @curbitkirby @scorsesedepalmafan @illiana-mystery @erebus0dora @eroticaplush @666kaktus666 @morelikedoccock @shahs1221 @primroseprime2019 @heythereimashley @glasspooles @sevythebeanqueen666 @collahflowah @antifiction @nellroshe @tsukiakarinobara @valvilot
and @ anyone who is interested, because my brain is failing to come up with additional names at the moment, if only because I’m super distracted.
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Dni if you think Steve buscemi is ugly. Dwayne is is core. Louis is trans femme cuz like?? You dumb 🤨
And no homophobic peeps Kay? I’m gay so yknow 👹 stay away or I’ll infect you with my lgbtq waves
Anyways, Kenneth is ❤️
Bye bye, have a good day. (I might write stuff in the future 😼)
Follow my besties @scorsesedepalmafan @ZoeKazanappreciation 🙂
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Helping Satipo clean up headcanons
Satipo x reader wholesome headcanons 🧼 helping him get clean
Alfred Molina in Indiana Jones
Notes; cute, fluff, care
inspired by @arktishval x thx so much @octo-obsessed
- After welcoming Satipo into your home he was quite the mess.
- He had earth and mud staining all of your carpets but particularly your couch it was crazy.
- But what could you do? He was coming all the way from the jungle where he’d lived all his life. Life in a South-American jungle isn’t easy.
- Satipo was also not the best at speaking English, so communication was proving to be hard, as you were indicating him to hand you his bag.
- Why he was carrying around all those gadgets and tools on his back you couldn’t exactly understand. You even found a pot in there. But you couldn’t help but find it the most adorable thing. Satipo was just worried all the time that he would run out of something he might need.
- Once you disposed of his backpack you started to wipe clean his hands and his face with a wet cloth. He had way too much mud and musk everywhere.
- You’d regularly made sure though to apologize for the breach of space - you didn’t want to intrude and send him any signals of being overbearing - to which Satipo replied with a smile and a nod. He couldn’t express how much he appreciated your support.
- If there was any fear in Satipo that you might judge him for his dirtiness you put him at ease with how understandably and carefully you’d wiped his muddy hands.
- You then allowed him to use your bath and shower (which you had to explain to him of course).
- Once Satipo understood you gave him privacy while leaving behind a couple of towels and clean clothes for him to put on after and you went about your things as he tended to his full cleaning.
- When Satipo finally came out he looked like a complete new person. His hair still wet and the clear expression on his face which you could see was from pure relief. You observed his now clean skin which you could gladly see he’d moisturized.
- He no longer had smudges and blotches of dirt on his face and he smelled of actual shampoo and soap. And fragrant coconut oil.
- He almost spoke in order to express his gratitude as he sat down on his bed, but your smile let him know that you were telling him he’d actually done it all by himself. You were simply a helping hand.
- Satipo had so many new things to look forward to, and many things to learn, which of course you were going to guide him through with love and understanding, but right now all he wanted was simply a hot meal. He felt his neck which felt so much lighter now and smiled.
- Good thing you’d popped in two microwaveable dinners just a few minutes earlier. Now you just had to find out how Satipo was going to feel about those XD.
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Tagging: @alfredosauceee , @antifiction , @darknymite , @randomfandomtrash28 , @doctor-octiddius , @illiana-mystery , @dr-octopus , @space-pirate-alex , @overlookedfile , @heartofhubris , @neriuml . @freddiefredfive , @j0kerand0ck and @clownjaws .
#quickest hcs I've ever written#satipo#alfred molina#satipo x reader#satipo headcanons#indiana jones#indiana jones and the raiders of the lost ark#fluff#care#scorsesedepalmafan writes#thank you for the burst of inspiration @arktishval
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George Garea going on new dates would include
George Garea x male reader dating headcanons
Love is Strange (2014)
requested by @freddiefredfive
Notes; fluff, lime, dating, grief, (nsfw) vague description, kissing, thinking about Ben, new relationship.
- George was ready to go on the dating scene, and to start looking for love, or just a gentle touch, but it proved to be challenging even if he had grieved for almost what would be 11 months for Ben.
- Tireless nights thinking about Ben and everything he’d given him, all the moments of joy and the moments they had shared. They would all flood back to him, and just the feeling of being held by him and gentle kisses in their bed, when they had one. Their relationship had been one of the strongest. More than anything George could’ve dreamed of when he was a younger man.
- After having thought about it for so long, whether he even wanted to have a relationship after everything that had unfolded, George had concluded that Ben would have very much wanted him to find love again, and allow himself to love again.
- Dating at first was quite tricky, being a man his age. But George managed to figure out and begin to understand the workings of modern dating and so was finally ready to put himself out there, at the urging of some of his friends but mostly Ben's voice in his head.
- "Come on sweetie" he'd imagine Ben say, giving him a kiss on his neck. Ben was hugging him as he sat, cheering George on, for him to find love again. George would then reach over to grab his hand and feel the ghost of it. Those kind of imaginings always brought a tear to George's eye.
- When George was finally beginning to go steady with a man (you/y/n), he'd made it clear from the start that he'd want to take things step by step, and rather slowly. He was happy to hear that you would for when he was ready.
- George had only shared a bit of his story to you. And you made sure not to ask too many questions, since you could tell it was sensible. You felt as though you fell almost immediately for this attentive, stern and lovely man: George Garea.
- One evening after a charming date with George at the museum, George casually invited you over for some casual diner, but you knew very much the other intention of his invitation. You'd noticed it from the way George was looking at you as you were ranting away in amazement at Robero's Holy Family. George was ready for the next step.
- During intimacy, you were enamoured and overwhelmed by how slow and gentle of a lover George was. He was paced and attentive, and very fond of kissing.
- You cuddled under his white clean sheets and eventually fell asleep in each other's arms.
- The following morning you woke up with the most fluttery butterflies. George's house was such a place of comfort, love and understanding. A lovely painting of a tan man was hanging opposite the bed. And a nude sketch to its right.
- You put on one of George's robes which were hanging on these wooden hooks, and walked over to the kitchen. George was making breakfast.
- "Well, hello, sleepy head! Sorry, didn't mean to wake you." George expressed. He looked back to the pan where he was making some delicious-smelling french toast. - "I don't mind at all, George-" you said endearingly. "
- Now I don't get to miss the show."- George leaned over to kiss you, placing his lips gently on yours, eyes closed, and felt a tingling in his heart.
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Tagging: @antifiction , @alfredosauceee , @doctor-octiddius , @ottolover101 , @j0kerand0ck , @darknymite , @heythereimashley , @octogobby , @illiana-mystery , @randomfandomtrash28 , @gayforalfredmolina , @nothingbutyourchains , @bones-ego , @bi-octavius , @tsukiakarinobara and @mcseggsy .
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#george garea#alfred molina#love is strange#george garea x reader#george garea headcanons#love is strange 2014#lime#male reader#alfred molina headcanons#alfred molina fanfic#scorsesedepalmafan writes#*we honor Ben in this blog
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Saturdays don’t need to feel so heavy
Tony Hancock short support fic borlpcd
Tony Hancock (fictional) x gn!reader
Hancock (Screen One 1991) gif with permission! Thanks @ockmolina
Requested by @antifiction
CW: Alcohol, addiction, alcoholism, depression
Notes; comfort, reader comforts. angst.
- Tony would often drink to appease his stress, but it was a whole array of contributing factors such as insecurity, depression and addiction which actually contributed to his drinking, and you were there all throughout this challenge.
- This week he’d drank a drop too much, incessantly, right until Friday, so come Saturday he was undoubtedly feeling the weight of it all, and the seriousness of his hangover.
- As soon as Tony had opened his eyes, and drifted out his sleep, the migraine set in. A heavy heartbeat pounding in his head. It felt as though the weight of the world was about to implode, and all inside his skull.
- The feeling spread all throughout his body, making him feel like a sack of potatoes. “Like a sack of potatoes, that’s how I feel.” he told himself half-asleep.
- Meanwhile you had made your way into the room, unbeknownst to him. But as you bumped into something, you saw Tony open his right eye, catching your full profile.
- “Mmgh...” he grunted at you as you stood there, quieting yourself after the noise and feeling a bit bad for having woken him up in a fright.
- “Is that you, my darling” he said, between the sheets and the pillows.
- “Yes.. it is” you answered, in a preoccupied tone. You walked over and sat next to him.
- Tony’s hair was a light brown. The kind that shone under amber lights and had some lighter and sometimes darker strands in between. Right now a thin ray of sunshine from a slightly opened curtain made one of the lighter strands shine like hair that had been gelled. Tony’s face was chubby and welcoming, and was adorned in the middle by a most beautiful angular nose. His lips rested in a pout as he breathed heavily into the pillow.
- You loved to pass your hand through Tony’s strands as he smiled but at the moment, this did not seem appropriate.
- As you reached over your hand to rub his back in comfort, Tony opened his eyes to look up at you, and you saw his brilliant and bright blue eyes. “God, I get lost in those every time” you thought. They blinked at you as you rubbed your thumb side to side.
- Tony was clearly relieved by your presence but also still under the effects of his hangover. He tried to put a smile on but his face gave up quickly as he moaned into the fabric that his head was resting on.
- “I’m glad I’m not doing a show tonight.” He grumbled. “In this state, I’d be tripping across the stage...” He said, in slurred speech.
- You laid down and went under the sheets, and continued to rub your hand on his back, but now tracing it more on his hip.
- “Tony...” you said reassuringly. “No matter what it is that you’re going through right now, I’ll be here... As we try to regulate the bottle. I’m here to fully support you, and be the wind under your cape”.
- You saw Tony open his eyes slightly and nod his head, almost as if he had not expected for you to say niceties. Suddenly you saw that his eyes had gotten watery, and his pouted lips took a much more downwards shape.
- “I love you, honey.” Tony said, beginning to weep as he uttered the term of endearment.
- “I wish every one else would reassure me with words such as yours. ...Or say a word or two about my career, ... and how they really think it’s going...” he added, in tears.
- Your face was full of concern for your most special man. He looked heartbroken, and defeated. And his words had not failed to move you terribly. All you wanted to do was give him the most empathy in the world.
- “Tony, your career is going.” you assured him. “When I hear those crowds, I know that they love you, because you’re Tony Hancock! Tony frickin’ Hancock.”
- You stepped over his body as Tony snivelled in order to lay behind him, carefully laying your hand on his hip but now in the opposite direction. You lay the covers to both your hip levels and rubbed Tony’s side. Tony quickly turned his neck to glance at you but you quickly stopped him, shushing him into a calm position. You got nearer to him as to have him in a tight and embracing hug. Tony let out a little whimper.
- As you spooned him more comfortably you felt his chest cease to convulse in a slow fashion, and you felt him calm down.
- You lay your face on his and shushed again “shhh”, as you lifted up his hand to his chest.
- You then decided to finish off by saying some touching ending words. “You should know, there’s no other man I’d rather be holding right now, or ever will be” you let him know. Your words started to lull him back to sleep.
- Tony then smiled and closed his eyes, as two of you lay under the covers. and then faintly said to you. “I’m afraid you’re it for me too...”.
- The two of you cackled, your cheeks touching.
Saturdays don’t need to feel so heavy after all, he thought.
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Taglist: @alfredosauceee . @doctor-octiddius , @randomfandomtrash28 , @illiana-mystery , @space-pirate-alex , @nellroshe , @octogobby , @bi-octavius and @ronaldrx :)
#tony hancock (fictional)#tony hancock (fictional) x reader#alfred molina#hancock#screen one: hancock#hancock 1991#fanfic#alfred molina fanfic#gender neutral reader#comfort fic#scorsesedepalmafan writes
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“Burgers and kisses”
Jay (from Okja) x trans male!reader
dedicated to @doctor-octiddius
Small cute fic
Notes; fluff, lime, bonding, terms of endearment, vegan couple
Summary: Jay wants to bring you to have some vegan burgers as a treat on his night off.
You were standing in line, and Jay was smiling shyly in your direction. You were excited to taste this new burger Jay had told you about.
"It has to be one of the best burgers around here, sweetheart <3. I'd love it if we went together-" He'd said.
You'd quickly left a peck on his lips and agreed to go that same night.
"Let's do it" you replied.
So now you were in line, when the man across the counter called you over.
"How can I help you?"
Jay grabbed you by the arm and pulled you gently. "Mm, yes! We'd like
two Plant-Based Spicy Mega Burgers? Extra sauce?"
He looked at you with a quietly content expression. He looked so proud of himself.
There was nothing he liked more than treating his boyfriend to a nice meal. Especially on a late night date. And you were not never opposed to his gentlemanly gestures.
"Well when you're not going out and fighting in the name of animal rights,
battling the injustices of animal products and their industries, you're quite
smitten by given me a nice meal, huh, Jay?"
Jay laughed at your cockiness. "Ahah, well, of course. Why wouldn't I treat the prettiest boy?". Jay reached over to you and hugged you quickly, holding one of your hips, as he allowed his lips to meet with yours. He'd caught you by surprise.
"There's nothing - mwah - I love more - mwah - than treating - mwah - [pause] you."
The last kiss lingered, and soon you were being called to pick up your tray.
You'd gotten distracted but finally shook yourself off Jay to go get your order,
"Ooo, it smells so good. God I'm so hungry now." You giggled.
Jay gave you a grin. You knew he always felt so endeared by your little giggles.
It certainly drove him crazy.
You were quick to find a table as Jay loosened his shirt and started to lick his lips.
"You're not going to regret this, (Y/N)." Jay said as he started to distribute the napkins. "It's really so delicious."
You could smell the sesame on the freshly baked buns, and fresh lettuce, which was dripping with what you supposed was the custom sauce made for the burger. You were fast to dig in, and the taste which you experienced was quick to send waves of endorphins to your brain.
The sauce started dripping down your hands and you looked at Jay, embarrassed, with your mouth full. He was eating too.
"God you look adorable when you're all messy. I guess I really don't come off as an Animal Liberation Front leader when I'm with you". Jay reached over to your face and placed his lips on yours.
"Mmmh, tastes even better on your lips..." He laughed. But you knew he was serious.
"I feel so lucky to have you, sweet pea" Jay looked at you with those stern yet adoring eyes he always stared at you with. You left another kiss on his lips.
There really would be nothing that you would trade for this moment right here with Jay, your passionate, handsome and ever-loving boyfriend.
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Taglist: @j0kerand0ck , and maybe you’ll like this? @ronaldrx :)
Let me know if you’d like to be added to my Paul Dano taglist! :) DM, comment or ask all work!
#jay okja#jay okja x reader#paul dano#paul dano fic#danonation#okja#okja 2017#scorsesedepalmafan writes#jay okja fic#lime#trans male reader#jay paul dano#paul dano okja#vegan cutie <3
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Small update on WIPs (please be patient!):
1 Louis Ives fic
1 Gaear Grimsrud fic
5 Alfred Molina fics/HCs (requests)
/ 1 Ricardo Morales multi-chapter fic (x trans male! reader) - first chapter
1 Bob from Feud fic
1 Requiem Apache HCs
1 George Garea (Love is Strange) HCs
1 Chocolat (Comte de Reynaud) HCs
#wips#feel free to send in more requests I work whenever I can on these :)#sorry if some take a bit longer - it takes me time to write fics and I've had some issues at home lately :)#paul dano#peter stormare#alfred molina#scorsesedepalmafan writes#thank you for following <3
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BORLPC Disclaimer
BASED ON REAL LIFE PEOPLE CHARACTERS (BORLPC) - DISCLAIMER:
Characters and the fanfictions that I write for ANY BORLP characters are not to be related to the real-life people they are based on or are intending to make assumptions about these real life people.
Fanfictions are only based on or supposed to be referencing the characters as portrayed in their corresponding movies.
I am also not romanticizing, condoning or commenting on any wrong-doings the people the characters are based on might have done or have done.
I hope this makes it clear where I stand on this.
To further clarify, I will basically just be retaining the main characteristics of the character and setting, but will not reference real-life events, unless completely necessary in the fic or one shot.
Thank you for reading and I hope this seems respectful enough :)
#disclaimer#scorsesedepalmafan#borlp#borlp characters#borlpc#Alfred has so many borlp characters I had to do this#basically there are certain ones I will write and others I won't#i will only write the ones I am comfortable with or making aus - more on this to come
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Heads Up, 7 UP
Thanks to @primroseprime2019 for tagging me
rule: share your last 7 lines and then tag 7 people!
So this is not exactly 7 lines, more like 7 segments, but *eh*.
"Your team is mine," Silo whispered as his hands closed around Stephen's biceps. The anthropologist had to bite hard on his tongue to keep from shouting at the sudden restraint. "Are you mine, too?"
"Why?" Stephen turned his head, doing his best not to hyperventilate. "What have you done with them?"
Silo blinked, brow furrowing even as he smiled. "Over there." He nodded to indicate.
Stephen glanced at the table where his whole team, save for himself, now sat. "Oh." Silo breathed deeply along Stephen's neck and had opened his mouth to speak again when Stephen interrupted. "What are you trying to do?"
Silo considered the question. "I don't...have the words to explain."
"Are you going to hurt us?"
"I'd never hurt what's mine," Silo replied. "They are mine. Are you mine?"
I decided about 5 minutes ago to do a complete re-write, so this scene probably won’t even be in the final product. I hate how stilted v1 feels. I always fall into that trap/rut every time I attempt to write a story that follows the source material too closely.
Tags: @movieexpert1978 @randomfandomtrash28 @writingsofhubris @chrism02 @scorsesedepalmafan @illiana-mystery @curbitkirby
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Butterflies and Science pt. 1
Doc Ock (Otto Octavius) x transmasc!reader
(gay/pan/bi transmasc!reader and Otto - t4t)
This is a multi-chapter fic. For the next parts go here. Next chapter here
Summary: Doc Ock falls in love with you, and you find a special kind of love.
Notes; fluff, lime, transmasculine reader, multi-chapter
Words: 1.3k
(In this scenario, Rosie doesn’t exist. RIP Rosie. Otto’s single, and Otto’s most certainly not going to be an adulterer, alright cool)
- You’d started working as an intern for Oscorp. Otto needed an intern in order to qualify for funding and so against his usual wishes, applied for one. That’s how you came into the picture, and showed up that day. Your impressive grades, dedication and hard work had gotten you here.
- On the first day, you were quite nervous. You got ready in the morning and all you could feel were butterflies. You couldn’t believe this opportunity.
- Once you’d arrived to Otto’s apartment for an initial meeting and first trials, you entered the wide facility, which had a sign that read “Otto Octavius. Experimental Environmental Research” at its door.
- When you first met, Otto was quite happy to meet you. You were flattered to say the least.
- You’d walked into the test area and seen him talking to his assistant, acting a bit annoyed and flustered. He seemed to be very proud and overprotective of his work, and the prospect of an intern seem to annoy him so. He paused and turned around to look at you when you saw the expression on his face change, from one of initial annoyance to welcoming warmth. He seemed surprised. You seemed like a gentle and friendly person, free of any arrogance. And he found you very handsome and cute.
- When he’d turned around, you hadn’t expected it. Otto looked distinguished yet soft, with his freshly-shaven face and burgundy red turtleneck. He was even more good-looking than he seemed in the newspapers. You looked to the side, trying to hide the love at first sight that you’d felt.
- Otto approached you and put out his hand to shake yours. You shook it. “Welcome ___! It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Otto said. There was a pull between the two of you that you both felt, and a single exchange of looks and the contact of your hands seemed to mean a lot more. A rush of oxytocin, you were sure that’s what it was.
- You were standing there with a lab coat on, awkwardly. Otto looked you up and down. You weren’t sure why. In fact he was very much amused by your lab coat - a custom which Otto usually didn’t practice, he usually just told every one to wear casual attire - but you probably hadn’t gotten the memo. He thought you looked terribly cute in it, it was flustering him.
- He seemed to shake a thought away and addressed you. “Thank you for arriving early on the first day. You came highly recommended by your past teachers and many colleagues of mine.”
- “Thank you”
- You stared at him, and noticed his intense brown eyes, which seemed to be taken by something.
- “ (Otto looked around) Right well... let’s get on. I wanted you to be on logs.”
- “Yes, of course...Dr. Octavius” You replied, walking awkwardly beside him.
- “Oh, please call me Otto, ___. I like to be on first name basis”
- You nodded. “Sure, …Otto.” You laughed nervously.
- “You’ve got a cute laugh” Said Otto, smiling at you. You smiled. “Sorry.” he said.
- The two of you moved on, and walked towards the lab area.
A week later
- A week had passed and experiments and trials had all gone pretty well, with Otto remaining very distant for some reason. All he would tell you was if he needed something like a cup of coffee or some more paper to write notes on, and of course you obliged and you basically run around for anything he might need. What happened a couple of times though - and you didn’t know if you were imagining this - was Otto looking at you in the middle of a trial, staring, in a very longing-like fashion. And you’d noticed. One of the times, you made eye contact with him, and you both quickly looked away, and you pretended as if you hadn’t seen it. You didn’t know what this meant, but every time you saw his large and handsome silhouette, you felt something that you could only describe as endearing feelings from his part. You kept feeling shy around his brilliant and determined personality and his soft little stares.
- It was about 1 pm, when you usually took a lunch break in the lounge room, when Otto walked into the break room while you were having lunch. You looked up, while having a tuna sandwich, and felt embarrassed by the way you looked eating a sandwich, and so quickly put the sandwich down. You promptly wiped off some of the tuna from the side of your lips. “Oh hi Mr. Oct - Otto..” you said while looking to the edge of the coffee table.
- “Hi ___! ,” Otto answered. He seemed to gather his thoughts, while grabbing something from his bag. “I wanted to...congratulate you on your work on your first week...” He smiled at you.” You’ve been doing quite well. I have to say I originally didn’t want an intern, but ,I must say I’m really glad I did. […] May I?” Otto pointed beside you as if to ask if he could sit with you, since there was just the one couch. “Yes, of course” You said. You felt flattered.
- Otto sat down, with his own sandwich, which was in a ziploc bag. He had that same burgundy red turtleneck he had on the first time you saw him.
- The two of you started to talk about science and things in common. Otto asked you where you’d come from, and what had made you interested in science as a career, and the conversation got switched over to how he’d figured out the things that fascinated him with science and how passionate he was about environmental science and nuclear physics ever since his young age. No one seemed to interrupt this moment that you were having, and it was made all the more special because of that.
- “Thank you very much for the vote of encouragement. I appreciate it” You finished off.
- Otto smiled at you. “Aren’t you going to finish that tuna sandwich of yours?” he pried.
- You looked over at it. “Oh no...[you thought] Well, maybe...” You turned around and took your sandwich, and took a good bite. “Hmm”. You put it down. “I’m kind of a sucker for tuna. Especially the one I make.”
- Otto looked at you and smiled. He seemed to look at you particularly. He reached over his hand to your cheek and with his thumb wiped off some tuna that you had on your cheek. “You had some tuna on your cheek.”
- And that’s when Otto leaned in, really slowly, his hand cupping your face, and placed his lips on yours to leave a gentle kiss on them. You widened your eyes. Otto smiled at you like he’d seen stars and then leaned you down on the couch and proceeded to start kissing you. You answered with your lips.
- He looked deep into your eyes and admired your soft handsomeness.
- “I like the taste of tuna...” Otto said, gently putting his hand on your shoulder, and then leaving one last kiss on your lips.
- Otto sat back up and looked at you, marveling at your beauty, but a look of fear in his eyes. He seemed to be nervous and weary of your reaction.
- You admired his shape and sat yourself back up too. “Otto...would you like to go for coffee tomorrow?” You inquired, touching your lips and meeting his brown and hazel eyes. The sound of your voice like a quiet suggestion.
- Otto smiled back at you, his heart aglow, and answered. “Yes, I would.”
To be continued Next chapter x
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Doc Ock being trans would include
Ok so these are headcanons if Otto would happen to be trans - pre-accident edition kind of like some relationship HCs <3
(This is kind of inspired by my fic)
- So he would be such a king but it would include the following too in my headcanon:
- Him being nervous to tell you
- (but when he does he is very fulfilled)
- Sharing his trans story with you is always something that brings him joy and comfort
- Him looking at his scars every now and then when he’s shirtless in front of mirror, to admire them (He’s very proud of them). If you walk in on him - he laughs and smiles at you, and you always seize the opportunity to tell him how beautiful his chest is, and kiss him right on the scar.
- Him being a very happy trans man (that smile is just to melt for)
- Him being a bit self-conscious when he first starts to love you
- but slowly gaining confidence since you make him know how much you want him and love him
- (he becomes pretty much an expert down the line)
- Him feeling more and more confident in his masculinity but also in his femininity, like he doesn’t need to be scared to show either
- Him pretty much having a hair and skincare routine down to a detail because his girl upbringing taught him a lot (lol, it’s true)
- Him basically having pads and useful medicine everywhere around his facility because he knows how hard that monthly visit can be (he is overall just so courteous and attentive to the needs of his female co-workers or any younger trans men)
- Him cracking Dad jokes that play on gender roles that make him the star of the lab
- Him being very immaculate about his clothing taste because he kind of has a thing about texture (his clothing taste - sigh)
- Him being the best at evading questions about his kit because he’s so good with words (and that shouldn’t be anyone’s business a part from him and his s.o.)
- Otto telling you during special moments about his top surgery and how cathartic and amazing it was (but also painful - in his recovery period). You always tell him how you wish you’d been there for him.
- Him being very enthusiastic about kids and wanting them for sure with you at some point. You guys know you’ll figure out a way
- And finally
- Him just simply being the best man you ever could ask for, because that’s just how hot of an octo man he is <3
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Ira taking care of you would include
Ira x reader HCs (a bit nsfw)
Nervous Energy (1995)
- Ira is like the most caring boyfriend you could have ever asked for
- On his list of priorities, your mental health and your well-being are always his #1 priority, so any worries that you might have, would quickly be able to dissipate from your mind, because Ira would always be there to help you.
- Ira’s always making to sure to listen to you and offer his help. He’ll do so with a soft caress to the cheek, or by bringing your attention to him by holding your hand.
- Ira loves to do things such as bring you breakfast in bed, brush your hair when your arms aren’t feeling the strongest, and bringing you tea whenever you say you’re in the mood of some.
- But the caring is far from over, it is plentiful and ever present:
- Ira will always help you out of bed on your weakest days, even carrying you if necessary. You can never believe how strong yet gentle he is when he carries you in his arms. He always brings you where you need to be, and places you down with the utmost patience and love. And it never hurts.
- When Ira’s bringing you tea, he’s always choosing just the right kind depending on what mood he sees you in. When he brings you it, he also makes sure to bring it in your favorite mug/tea cup.
- Ira knows however that one of the best ways in which he can comfort is with his touch.
- Hugs, holding and cuddling are always on the table.
- Ira’s favorite thing to do is to lay with you naked on your guys’ bed and just gently caress the side of your legs while giving you little kisses and pecks on your neck.
- Ira’s beard will tickle you but make you feel like you’re being touched by a brush and soft long hands. And his height and size would make it feel as if you are being engulfed and protected.
- “Thank you for holding me” you’ll tell him. “You’re most welcome, honey” He’d answer, holding you even closer and even tighter.
- Ira’s sense of giving is so much larger than anything that you can imagine. For him. he thinks you deserve everything in the entire universe, and more. And the kind of love that he feels for you, he can’t put into words. He just knows that showing you that love, care, and affection every day, in small and big ways, is what keeps you going and hoping for a better and new next day.
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Aftercare with Jonas would include
Canonizing that Jonas survives the knife wound
Jonas Nyebern x reader HCs
You are taking care of Jonas
- After the severe stabbing inflicted by his son, Jonas had to seek urgent medical attention.
- During his stay at the hospital you decided to be there for him night and day, because that was the least he deserved.
- No matter how lonely he felt due to the tragedy he’d undergone, you were there to help him throughout the entirety of his recovery period, tirelessly and devotedly.
- You made sure to be there every time he woke up, and you had arranged so that you could be the one to help him eat.
- At first it was difficult for him to eat, because Jonas had clearly undergone a reawakening of his trauma, so you were patient, compassionate and understanding about his less than normal rations. You made sure to stop feeding him his meal or give him a couple minutes break before continuing. You understood how difficult it was for him.
- Jonas would often smile due to these small moments because he was so thankful that you were taking care of him in such a loving and attentive way. He had never felt this accompanied in his life.
- You would also be there for Jonas in all sorts of capacities, such as helping him up with the nurse to go to the bathroom, or helping him up to get a view of the window.
- Care would of course also include physical affection:
- You held his hand at random, gently hugging his fingers and holding his palm with your index.
- You also brought him tissue papers when he’d cry.
- He’d often do so quietly, but you’d never not notice.
- You’d softly caress his cheek until he fell asleep come nighttime.
- But what you were there for even more, was, for Jonas to be able to express himself, and work through and heal from his trauma.
- All the heartbreak he had gone through, grief and loss.
- Never once did you judge him or refrain him from speaking his heart, nor did you interrupt him.
- Jonas would often be at the brink of tears, since this was such a difficult topic for him to speak about, but you felt him feel at ease, and you provided him with the emotional support he’d needed all this time.
- Although Jonas would of course eventually get professional therapeutic help, being able to speak to you in this way gave him much relief, and finally, peace.
- Jonas had always been a doctor who took care of his patients, but now he was the one who needed aftercare.
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Waiting for Boris on a “butchery” night :)
Boris Blavasky short cute little fic
CW: Some tickling, and just cuteness
- It was about 20 minutes after midnight when you were waiting for Boris in the car wondering why he might be a bit late. He told you he’d be arriving at 12:00 sharp. So you were fiddling your fingers, looking at your watch, wondering where he was. “Where could he be?” you thought.
- That’s when suddenly you saw him right beside your window, waving hello at you.
- “____!! “ he said. “I...brought waffle cakes!” He grinned as he pointed at the two aluminum pans he was balancing on his hand.
- You laughed in contentment. God what a cute man he was. You loved how soft he was, despite his previous reputation.
- Boris ran around the car in his long dark blue suit jacket and matching black tie, and you couldn’t help but not contain your joy at the sight.
- Sweet Boris had gotten all dressed up for you. He was practically jumping as he hopped in the car, the pans still in his hand, as he awkwardly put them at the dashboard.
- He closed the door behind him and got his slim figure comfy on the passenger seat. “I got the best flavor!” he said, with a laugh, you noticing his golden tooth.
- “Oh yeah? What flavor?” you inquired. “Well, the maple of course.” He answered, a look of preoccupation taking over his face. “Is that not your favorite?” A look of defeat washed over his face.
- “It is” you said, with a bit of mischievous look on your face. You knew what you had done..
- Boris looked at you and sighed. “You’re very good, you tricked me there” he said with his pleasant Russian accent. “I know for a fact that it is your favorite flavor.” Boris then grabbed held your hand and all of a sudden attacked you.
- With his fingers.
- He started to tickle you until there was no tomorrow, right in your weak spots. Incessantly, with a cute smile on his face.
- “No! Noo. Stop” you screeched, and then he stopped.
- He came close and hugged you. You didn’t have an issue with him tickling you. In fact this was the first time he had done something like that. It just began to be a bit too much. But you were comfortable enough with him, that it was okay. You hugged him back and you held each other laughing at the absurdity.
- “I’m sorry, my love. I did not mean to cause you discomfort.” You held each other for a bit longer.
- “That’s okay.” you smiled, and gently caressed his pale cheek.
- “I like being husband.” He told you. “Your husband. Dutiful and here. I will always be here for you, my dear.” You kissed and you could smell the odor the smell of raw meat on his neck, and the waffle cakes in the car.
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