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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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Since I’ve seen that you do write Walten files/mysterious house, so I will request one please

Basically pumpkin rabbit was caught and jailed for his crimes (along with the other residents) so now the ghost children just do whatever. One night, Tammy was taking a stroll in the front of the house when she sees a lonely child sitting on a bench. She freaks them out at first because of her face, but she’s eventually able to console them.

Sorry for the lengthy message, but I freaking love the idea of Ghost!Tammy being comforting. I would be incredibly grateful if you wrote this.

HALLOWEEN TERROR FINALLY LAID TO REST

The Pumpkin Rabbit has confessed to the murders of nearly a dozen children who went missing within the community. An anonymous tip led police to his residence, dubbed by locals as the “Mysterious House”, where they recovered photos of the children, along with their remains in the home’s basement. He is expected be sentenced to death, along with the rest of his accomplices.

"Wow..” Tammy muttered as she stared at a newspaper left behind on the ground, revealing the fate of that horrible rabbit.

It was such a relief.

He was finally arrested for his crimes. For a while, she found her spirit unable to leave his home. But as soon as her body was taken out, she could roam freely throughout the neighborhood--alongside his other victims, who rejoiced at their freedom.

Though it was not entirely happy, as they were all left with painful reminders of their gruesome deaths: their mutilated faces and other wounds. Not even Tammy was spared as she became frightened by her reflection..

Her face forever carved like a jack o’lantern.

There was nothing she could do about it, unfortunately, so she just wandered the streets. Some of the children have already moved on, but she wasn’t ready yet.

She had to find Duckie and apologize to him. He was probably angry at her.

Of course, why wouldn’t he be? It was her fault for pressuring him to visit that house and not being more insistent about leaving when they had the chance.

What if they had just taken the candy they got and went home?

What if they took those “stranger-danger” lessons in school more seriously?

Maybe then, they both would’ve been...

But Tammy just shook her head to clear the thoughts, sniffling. She felt like crying; this guilt would stay with her for all eternity until she found him. So she vowed to never stop searching.

Eventually she arrived in front of the Mysterious House, which was left in an even more decrepit state. Police tape was stretched across the front door and yard to deter curious visitors.

Though she realized she wasn’t entirely alone, as she spotted a living child sitting on a nearby bench. A bag of candy laid in their lap as they sorted through it, humming a tune.

“Oh! Hi there-”

You looked up and immediately yelped in fright, clutching the bag and staring at her with wide, terrified eyes. She was just as startled, though she remembered her disfigured face and hid her mouth, worried that you’ll run away.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.” Stepping closer, she stopped as you tensed up. “It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you or take your candy. I know I look kinda creepy, but...” She trailed off, thinking it was no use.

But fortunately you remained on the bench. “No, it’s okay. Y-You just surprised me, that’s all.” You timidly remarked. Ghosts easily scared you, especially when they’re the ghosts of murdered people, though this one seemed friendly and oddly calm about her situation. “Did the Pumpkin Rabbit really...do that?” You pointed to your face.

Tammy nodded sadly, taking her hand away from her mouth. “Yeah. He had a sick obsession with Halloween. But we thought we could trust him-”

“We?”

“My friend Duckie and I...we stayed the night at his house because it was already so late. I wish we never did. We’re dead because I was stupid enough to-”

“No, you’re not stupid.” You reassured her, frowning. “The Pumpkin Rabbit always seemed so nice. I thought he was just misunderstood. I heard rumors he was bullied as a child for loving Halloween so much. But even if they’re true...it’s not your fault.”

“..haha, thank you.” She felt relieved to hear that, before going quiet for a few long moments as she stared up at the moon. “Do you mind if I keep you company? At least until you get home safely?”

“Sure.” With a small smile, you shuffled to one side of the bench so she could sit down. You looked at her empty eyesockets. “I’m [y/n], by the way.”

“Tammy.” She tried returning the smile. “I’d say it’s nice to meet you, but um..m-maybe under better circumstances it would’ve been.”

You giggled a bit. “Don’t worry, I know. I’m still glad we met.”

Tammy just nodded silently, her shoulders relaxing as you showed her the haul of candy you got tonight.

She was glad her presence was comforting.

#clanask #the walten files x reader #walten files x reader #twf x reader #the mysterious house x reader #child reader #twf tammy #platonic #tw body horror

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strawberryspotsstuff · 2 years

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ASK #2 BC OF MY LITTLE AUTISTIC BRAIN !!!!!!

I !! WOULD LIKE TO SUGGEST ANOTHER KEVIN WOODINGS FIC BC HES LITERALLY MY SKRUNKLY *COUGHS IN HE HAS LESS THAN A MINUTE OF SCREEN TIME*

BUT !! CAN U WRITE A FIC OF KEVIN X A VERY TALKATIVE ENERGETIC CANT REALLY CONTROL VOLUME READER <- LITERALLY ME

i always wonder why i always type in all caps maybe its just bc its funny to me or im actually screaming

hehehehehehehehehehe of course!!!

i like to think you appear in my "mailbox" for a request, screamin at the top of your lungs at me :)

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Kevin Woodings x Loud! Talkative! Reader

Kevin blinked softly, smiling as he rested his head on his palm, listening to ramble off into space. Your erratic hand movements, the way your voice fluctuated at more intense parts of your story. It was amazing to watch.

Both of you were sitting on a park bench, hot coffee in one hand and a bakery delight in the other. Both of you basked in the morning glow of the sun, as you watched over the local park. Ducks and swans enjoying their time on the lake, plentiful families gathered under trees for a day at the park and the screaming of children.

Kevin realised how quiet it got, as he blinked and looked over at you.

"I asked if you also wanna get icecream? I saw the truck drive past!" You announced loudly and energetically, pointing to the brightly painted icecream.

"Oh yeah, that sounds awesome" Kevin agreed, though you didn't notice it, you were very loud.

Though he didn't mind it at all, really, he got use to it. By he watched as other people passed, flinching or rolling their eyes at the sudden yelling. He sighed and rolled his eyes at their response.

You took his hand, dumping the finished bakery delight and finished coffee in the bin as you dragged, laughing Kevin, along to the icecream truck.

It took some time of waiting, with the line mainly being parents and whiny toddlers, but both of you both your chosen icecreams, enjoying them by the pond, you continued with your story as you found a spot to sit.

"Y'know, you seem to never stop talking" Kevin chuckled.

You blinked away from your ramble. "oh? uh-- sorry"

He tilted his head. "wha? No, no, I think it's cute"

You doubled back in surprise, flushing. "Pfffff-- uuhh thanks"

After a silent pause, Kevin spoke up, "You can continue"

Your eyes light up, grinning. "Of course!"

You continued to your story, going into heavy detail of it, your tone increasing with every intense situation you talked about. Kevin watched you fondly.

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TAADAAAAA,,, i hope you enjoyed it!!!

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blissful-lies · 2 years

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Hello!

Hello! My name is Blissful, but you can call me Bliss! My pronouns are they/them, I’m Bi, and I’m here to write hc, one shots, or fanfics for the following!

FNF

Osomatsu-san

Eddsworld

4-town

Walten files

Netflix Transformers: Botbots

(This will be updated)

My requests are currently open! Don’t be afraid to request! What I will do:

Fluff

Angst

Lime

Lemon (maybe)

Hurt/Comfort

Headcanons

Etc.

What I will not do:

Smut

R@pe

Somnophilia Sexu@l Activity With Minors

Massive Age Gaps

Adults To Minors (example: Step-Dad)

Abuse

Massive Amounts Of Gore/Violence

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Please be respectful of my rules and have a nice day/night! Be well!

#introduction #fnf x reader #walten files x reader #mr.osomatsu x reader #4-town x reader #transformers botbots x reader

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emma045 · 1 year

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#the mandela catalogue x reader #danganronpa x reader #john doe x reader #omori x reader #the walten files x reader #ena x reader #alt gabriel x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #creepypasta x reader #unus annus x reader #dhmis x reader #nsr x reader #no straight roads x reader #welcome home x reader

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redhoodedangel · 7 months

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“Safety in Pills, Y/N” - Arkham Knight! Jason X Reader

I’m not sure how many people who played or seen the Arkham Games also watched ‘The Walten Files’ by Martin Walls on YouTube cause that’s what this is inspired off of…

In essence, Y/N is Sophie Walten…

The premise is that Jason and Y/N were dating around the time he was Robin. Y/N did know about the identities of the others. When Jason is kidnapped and later killed by Joker, Y/N is left traumatized and heartbroken. She is then given meds in order to better cope with the loss. Unfortunately, this caused her to drift apart from the Bat Family and blurs her memories of Jason. However, around the time of Joker’s death, she starts having nightmares and dreams about Jason. Her meds then stop working and she rejoins the Batman Family around when the Arkham Knight makes an appearance.

Warning ⚠️: themes of torture, death and mental health, mentions of medical drug use, amnesia (sort of)

Y/N and Jason are the same age

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‘Don’t forget your medicine, Y/N!’

‘Take your meds, kiddo!'

‘Safety in pills, Y/N…’

That’s all you’ve heard since you were seventeen. You were now twenty-one and no longer needed your meds that help you through your trauma. Or rather, the meds were not helping you at all, but were hindering you in a way you didn’t realize until about nine to ten months ago.

Your medication was blurring many memories of your childhood, teenage years and even early adult years. During the time you had started taking the pills, you had drifted apart from your late boyfriend, Jason Todd’s, family. Hell, you even lost many memories of him as well. All those good and happy memories you made together…

This went on for over three years… until the nightmares crept in around the time Joker had gotten sick and was dying…

The nightmares were horrific, like a home movie gone wrong. It showed horrible visions of what happened to your boyfriend while he was being held hostage by Joker. Those flashing images are what kept you up most nights.

You immediately made your way back to Bruce and the others after the death of the Joker. After explaining everything that happened, they welcomed you back with open arms. Bruce even started looking into your therapist, who prescribed you your meds. Her email showed many threatening messages from a Mr. Jerome V, ordering her to tamper with your meds or she and her family would die. Bruce then relaid to you that Jerome V was one of many of Joker’s old aliases he used during his early years of crime.

However, when Joker fell ill, your therapist took you off the meds that were blocking your memories. This, of course, is what led to your nightmares and varied dreams about Jason. Without the barrier keeping your past memories locked up, you were prone to regaining them.

Joker wanted you to forget about Jason…

For what reason, you nor Bruce nor anyone could figure out…

And it was likely you never would find out…

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Fast forward to now, Halloween night during Scarecrow’s big takeover. You were currently with Barbara in the Clock Tower, munching on some burgers you pulled from a fast food restaurant that was abandoned during the evacuation.

This whole situation had you on edge, especially in regards to Scarecrow’s new partner, the Arkham Knight. Much of the information you all had on him showed what he was capable of. He was young and skilled, judging by how he called Bruce ‘old man’. His true voice was disguised, but it felt familiar to you. You just couldn’t understand why…

You clutched at the oversized dark red hoodie you were wearing. It was big on you because it had originally belonged to Jason before he died. It was given to you by Alfred as a reminder of who you had loved and lost. It quickly became a comfort item to you, even holding the remaining scent of cologne, rainwater and smoke that was Jason’s.

“How are you holding up, Y/N?” Barbara asked with a tone of concern, still looking and typing away at her screens.

“I’m fine, Barb. This whole thing just has me in knots.”

“That’s not what I meant…” Barbara said softly, looking at you now for an honest answer. She then added, “How are you doing really?”

You sighed and took another bite out of your half-eaten burger. You chewed thoroughly before answering, “You remember that NCIS two-parter, ‘Hiatus’?”

Barbara thought on your response, “That’s the episode where Gibbs nearly gets killed in an explosion and loses years worth of his memories, right?”

“Yeah… well, I feel like Gibbs after that two part episode. My memory is still fuzzy… I screw up remembering certain people’s names… I remember a lot of things about Jason… our relationship and things like that… but I feel like there’s still some things I’m forgetting about… but I don’t know what…” You said solemnly, looking out of the clock face onto the rest of the city.

“I’m sorry, Y/N/N. I know this is hard for you. Jason’s death affected us all in more than one way. Just know that he really liked you, even loved you…”

You smiled at the redhead, a little more reassured than before. It was always nice to have someone to talk to and rely on during tough times.

After what was probably several hours, you and Barbara got a call from Batman…

“Barbara, you and Y/N need to get out there now!” He exclaimed through the comms. You immediately went over and grabbed your baseball bat before hiding behind one of the bookshelves.

The power then cut out and the elevator opened abruptly. Just then, the Arkham Knight and his men came in, barreling towards Barbara. Barbara fired off a few rubber rounds before being overpowered.

Another soldier came around your bookshelf and you immediately started swinging. You nailed him in the head and flipped him over the shelf. One more militiaman came over and you swung, shattering his left arm. He dropped his gun and you kicked him down.

The Arkham Knight immediately sprung into action, grabbing the bat in your hands in an attempt to disarm you. Knowing that punching him would be a death wish and a half, you immediately let go of the bat. Unfortunately, you lose your footing and hit the back of your head against a nearby bookshelf.

The impact from the fall sent pain shooting through your head. Your vision blurred the more you struggled to stay awake, your body fading away to unconsciousness. The last thing you saw before passing out was the Arkham Knight throwing your bat to the side and walking up to you. You could hear the click of handcuffs when everything faded to black.

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Your whole body stirred as you groaned from the pain in your head. As your raised your hand to touch your head, you then realized that you were bound in handcuffs. You also figured out that your head was bandaged up.

You slowly sat up, trying to prevent any more pain or disorientation. Judging by your surroundings, you were locked up in a rectangular box of a cell. Nothing but a makeshift mattress under you and a table near the sealed door. The fact that you were so small compared to the room began to overwhelm you. Some of the anxiety was curbed on account that you were still wearing Jason’s hoodie, but you were still trembling.

Through the glass, you could see the soldiers guarding the outside your cell. You even spotted one of them, who looks at you and noticed that you were awake, began to call someone on his comm. You assumed that he was calling his boss, the Arkham Knight. It just seemed like the most logical explanation for what was going on.

This assumption was proven right as the man himself walked into the room…

He then came right into your cell, his men leaving to who knows where. He reached for his guns before placing them on the nearby table, where your phone and baseball bat were placed. This alone had you backing further into the corner of your cell.

“Y’know, you don’t have to be afraid of me…” The Arkham Knight’s voice was surprisingly gentle when addressing you, despite the harsh edge of the voice modulator.

“Isn’t exactly easy when one of the people responsible for Gotham’s takeover is in the same room as you…” you stammered, clutching Jason’s, now your hoodie.

The Knight then turned around, making his way towards you. You did your best not to panic and look afraid, but you were terrified. He soon swiped a piece of your hair softly, which you lightly flinched at. As if he felt it, the Arkham Knight slowly pulled his hand back. Instead, his gloved hand made contact with the crimson fabric of your hoodie.

“That’s oddly big on you… Someone gave this to you…”

Your eyes grew blurry as tears began to bubble to the surface. Abandoning all your promises of keeping your secret from strangers, you spoke…

“A friend of my late boyfriend’s gave it to me… it was originally his… before he was killed…”

The Knight took a moment to speak, as if your sorrow took him by surprise, “I’m sorry…”

“You got nothing to be sorry about. You’re not the one who shot him… it was Joker and he doesn’t feel remorse for anyone or regret anything for shit. He as hell didn’t regret when he forced my therapist to give me a memory-blocking antidepressant…”

The Arkham Knight cocked his head in question and confusion.

“The pills my therapist prescribed to me made me forget previous years of my life. Including when I was dating my boyfriend and everything we did together. I started taking my medication when he was killed to keep me afloat.”

“Why was he killed?” The Arkham Knight asked, sitting on top of the table next to his weapons coolly. You almost chose not to tell him when you realized that he knew almost everything about Batman and the others. So, who knows what else he might know…

“He was a Robin… the previous one before the current one. I only knew because he chose to tell me… to keep things honest and on the table…”

You took a deep breath as words became harder to speak and come up with…

“The Joker… he took him… tortured and broke him… I… I spent a lot of that time, wondering if he was ever going to come home… if everything was okay and go back to the way it was. But that video came up and…”

Tears overwhelmed you as you begin to remember that horrible year. Your whole body trembled as you recalled every gruesome and excruciating detail. You hiccuped and heaved on the sobs that escaped your mouth.

“H-He didn’t deserve any of what Joker put him through… he-… he just wanted to help others. Sure, he had a different perspective on crime compared to Batman, but… he was willing to take the risk… Hell, telling me he was Robin at the time was a risk… I just miss him so fucking much…”

“It wasn’t your fault. Never has been and never will be…”

“It should’ve been me…”

“Yeah, and then your boyfriend would’ve still gone after the Joker. Nothing would’ve changed except the timing…”

“How would you know?! It’s not like you’re here… in his cell…”

Silence cut the air like a hammer striking a nail once cleanly. You began to wonder what was going on in the Arkham Knight’s head. Why he hadn’t said anything yet or walk away with little care for what you had just said. However, you were not prepared for what he said next…

“Actually, I was…”

You looked at him in shock, wondering what he meant. Surely, he wasn’t insinuating that he was witness to the horrors that Jason was. Surely, he wasn’t saying that he was living in the same hell as your deceased love. What exactly was he trying to say?

Letting out what sound like a heavy sigh, the Knight reached for his helmet. He latched onto the sides of the mocked cowl and began to lift. You backed away further, almost as if you were trying to move through the wall. Suddenly, the masked was finally off…

“Oh, god…”

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Part one done!

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cupids-archives · 3 months

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ღೀ๋࣭ “shh love,” his fingers find your hair once more, pulling it back to see your tear ridden face, “aww baby, your so adorable” you struggle against your restraints at his comments, crying louder.

he doesn’t stop though. just thrusting into you faster the hard metal of his body harshly hitting into yours, “it’s okay baby, let it out” he drops your head, and you go back to mewing against the pillow, your drool dripping onto the silk pillow. his rough thrusting doesn’t stop, his cock hitting a particularly sensitive spot inside you, making you arch your back wildly, gripping onto the sheets below you. “d-does that feel good..” his voice becoming raspier, almost whimpering at this point as his thrusts start to speed up, losing the careful rhythm. his balls hit your ass, leaving bruises, it doesn’t matter however, the way he feels now. you can’t help but moan out for him. the pleasure in your stomach building up, with one more thrust, your body caves, his grip on your hair tightens and the building in your stomach comes spilling out, soiling the sheets below. his breathing is heavy for a second. pulling out his dick and flipping you over so your facing him. “So, do you still want to leave, or do I have to fuck you again?”

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diggykit-kat · 2 months

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𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚗 x reader

Your father worked at Bon's Burgers for many years, so you were a regular there...and that's how you met Jack...even so, he didn't seem happy today- which was rare, like something bad had just happened, his eyes looked tired, his smile looked forced. he seemed to have picked at his fingers all night, his eyes twitched, and Felix wasn't around. neither his kids nor his wife. “Ah…my dearest, (name). how are you? Dear.”

You smiled at him “Hey Mr. Walten, how are you? You don't seem too well…” you spoke softly, placing your bag down in one of the booths.

He smiled faintly, it was a bit too forced and he seemed as though he was trying to hide his sadness "Ah, just busy with work, dear. you know how it is." he chuckled softly, his forced smile widened slightly. However, the smile didn't seem too convincing, his eyes still looked tired and he was still picking at his fingers.

You gave a simple “right.” And went off with your shift, taking after your father…

The evening was getting late and there were only a few more guest sitting around in the restaurant. Jack, however, still seemed quite unhappy as he was leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. He seemed to be thinking quite hard about something.

You yawned while cleaning off the tables that were left.

A few more minutes go by. The restaurant is practically empty, only the late diners are still sitting at the last few available tables. Jack seems to notice you yawn and he gives a soft smile. "You know, there aren't many customer's out right now, I think you're free to go, dear."

“I'm fine…I like keeping myself busy, not much for keeping me alone with my thoughts” you say softly

Jack looks a bit surprised by this answer but nods. "Well, it's your choice dear. I wouldn't want to get in your way." he smirks, but his worried facial expression returns to his face as he goes back to leaning back on the seat and sighing.

You inhaled not taking this shit any longer. You slam the rag down on the table and walk over to him with a serious look.

Jack seems a bit startled by the sudden change in your demeanor and he looks up at you with wide eyes to see what's wrong.

You hugged him tightly, setting your knee on the seat to balance yourself. This sudden unexpected hug almost surprised Jack and he seems shocked and surprised by it at first. However, he didn't try to push you away and instead began gently and hesitantly hugging back. It seems that your surprise hug is working to lighten his mood as he slowly calms down.

“I'm not fucking around Jack, I know something is bothering you, I heard everything from Susan”

He's now startled again by your sudden use of bad language and he suddenly freezes up. He blinks his eyes in surprise and suddenly his facial expression becomes more serious. He seems as though he's ready for you to start yelling at him. and after that initial shock, he seems surprised by how much you seem to know about him. He clears his throat and tries to speak.

"Ah- it's just…just a few problems with work, dear." He tries very hard to say this in his most convincing manner.

“Bullshit. I care about you Jack…and if you care about me you'll tell me what's wrong.” You hugged him tighter

He sighs and seems as though he's about to give in to telling the truth, he hugs back and closes his eyes. It seems as though the sudden hug has softened his heart from stress. he takes a deep breath with a shaky breath and tries to speak.

"Ah- it's just things with Felix…things have been going quite sour between us recently, and then he got involved in a car accident which- well. killed my two youngest children…Edd and Molly and now he's blaming me for not answering my calls and calls ME the irresponsible one…"

You sighed, slanting your head on his shoulder “So that's what's been happening…you don't actually believe his story do you?”

He stays silent for a few seconds. Then he sighs softly and shakes his head. “No...No, of course not…I know that he was drunk and the accident was his fault, but…it scares me how mad he was at me and how he blamed me and- it just made me think that…maybe I'm an irresponsible person. and- and- that it was partly my fault they're..." He stops himself from finishing the rest of his sentence and stays silent.

“Not it isn't your fault, Felix can go fuck himself for all I care, he can go suck a dick.” You gritted between your teeth

He looks down at you and he smiled softly at what you've just said. The smile seems much more natural now and he seems to be starting to calm down.

“Thank you dear, and your are absolutely correct about that, he can go suck a fat one. It's not my fault but it's still hard to deal with. I don't know how this whole thing has been affecting me so much. it was just a few days ago too…I thought I'd be a bit better by now.”

“How's your wife?” You whisper, you stop hugging him and sit up, standing back.

There's a long pause as you ask this. Jack seems to tense up again, it's clear that the topic of his wife is another thing that's bothering him.

"Ah- she's been…she's been…a bit distressed by it all, but she's been trying to be strong for the sake of me and our oldest child...Sophie..." He looks down at the table again and sighs. The sigh is followed by silence. The subject of Jack's wife is another sore spot for him which is quite clear. He stays quiet while he stares at the table, trying to compose himself again and maybe push away the sadness he's feeling. He seems to be thinking quite hard about something and then suddenly he starts muttering something to himself, he mumbles so softly you can't quite understand what he's saying. it does sound like he's either arguing with someone or having an internal argument.

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There was a storm coming. The restaurant was empty, and you were asleep in Jack's office. Jack had a red couch in his office that you fell asleep on.

Jack was working late again. He was at his desk with his back facing the door, and he was writing down some notes for something on a notepad. The storm was quite loud and he suddenly seemed to be listening to the loud thunderous rains outside. His back muscles were quite tense and he seemed quite focused on what he was writing. However, after a while, he stopped what he was doing and looked over at the door...where you were laying down asleep.

He was taken quite by surprise from you being here, but he smiled as he saw you. It's the kind of surprise that was happy instead of annoyed, which was nice for him. He quietly closed his notebook and set it aside before he quietly went over to you and sat down next to you on the couch, then he slowly laid down behind you and wrapped his arms carefully around you without waking you up.

He smiled softly as he felt you snuggled up in his arms, he felt happy to have your presence nearby, he just wish these recent events didn't have to happen. after a while, he decided to pull you closer and he gave a few soft and sweet kisses to the back of your head to try and make you even more comfortable.

“Sweet Dreams mi amor…”

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fiona-my-love · 1 year

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mme looking at my inbox or something idk im just hoping that if i post enough more people will see me and request something. i write for 14 fandoms. please

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saltydoesstuff · 5 months

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Leo pulling mc into the water his level is covered in. Or like he’s watching them with only his eyes above the water like an alligator. 🐊😋

He is the water level right? I can’t quite remember but I’m pretty sure Leo’s from the pool rooms.🤔

Pfff that is good and yes he is- But I meant design wise iusdkfja

He would try to drown his victims though, the feeling of them trying to struggle against him always feels empowering. He would have lots of marks on his forearms of people trying to claw at him to let go.

#saltydoesstuff #saltyrambles #rottmnt #rottmnt au #rottmnt x reader #liminal au #mutual things <3 #trying to go for a walten files/Mandela effect

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shuichiakainx · 2 months

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I saw the first episode of The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live, I need the second episode 😫♥️ rick goat🐐

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emma045 · 1 month

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#the mandela catalogue x reader #tmc x reader #the walten files x y/n #the walten files x reader #x you #x reader #self insert fanfiction #self ship #danganronpa x reader #john doe x reader #muse arg x reader

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springlockheart · 1 month

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|| Susan woodings headcanons cuz shes underrated 🗣️❗❗❗||

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Headcanons in general ::

– Susan is a trans women (cuz I said so)

– Linda was the inspiration for creating Holly, while Susan is the inspiration for creating banny (LESBIANS. 🗣️🗣️)

– Susan and Charles go on walks to gossip about Felix

– Susan never really liked Jaimito, but when he died, she felt a little sorry.

– She and Kevin have a great aunt and nephew relationship

– She goes to lesbian bars when she's bored

– If she were alive, she would definitely go to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza at least once in her life.

– Asexual ish?

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Romantic headcanons ::

– She would create a showstoppers character inspired by you

– You couldn't hug a lot in public due to the homophobia of the time, but Susan would make it clear how much she loved you behind the scenes.

– She would talk for hours about her robots to you

– She still doesn't know how to do makeup properly, so she likes it when you do her makeup

– Quite romantic

– She's very serious when she wants to be, but trust me, she's just in a bad mood.

– Her love language is gifts, as she is too busy to have quality time as a love language

– You tried to teach Jaimito not to piss, shit, and chew furniture around the house, but nothing worked, Susan ended up telling you to give up

– Susan is proud to be a trans woman, so there is no taboo for her to still have male genitalia.

– Susan snores and sleeps like hell☠️

– Susan doesn't feel much sexual attraction, but she wouldn't leave you if you wanted to do something.

– "darling, can you pass me the wrench? *You look at she, wondering what the hell a wrench is* the metal thing with the twisted end."

– There was a day when Susan needed to stay longer at work, you didn't mind too much, after all she would come back anyway, so you slept peacefully, unfortunately for you. She never came back. (THE RABBIT IS STARVINGSTARVINGSTARVINGSTAING

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#susan woodings #the walten files #twf 4 #Susan Woodings x reader #twf spoilers #character death #canon divergence #wlw #lgbtqia #70s #sapphic love #x reader #fem reader #headcanons and stuff #my headcanons #headcannons

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amaninsidemymouth · 10 months

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Hey. It's me. Your old pal. May I have some of the good stuff? That good old The Walten Files, Jack Walten and/or Felix Kranken content? Fanfic, Headcanons, idc. I am in desperate need of x Reader content for these two.

Here's something to lighten up the deal.

*Pushes crisp Paul Dano Riddler fic ideas*

Anything you want, except for smut. Just send a request in and I'll write it.

omg my first request! thanks friend! ^^ this is a little “straight couple sees you from across the bar and they ‘dig your vibe’” but WHO CARES !!! i am cringe but i am free.

“telephone - waterparks ☎️”

felix anxiously stared at the phone. he turned to jack. “do i call them?” he asked. “do i tell them?” he stared at jack curiously. the two sat in silence for a minute, before jack broke it. “just get it over with already!” jack exhaled. felix sat frozen in anxiety. he slowly looked up at jack. “im sorry, i cant do it” he admitted. “do you need me to do it for you, honey?” jack asked sincerely. “yes, please.” felix responded in a quiet voice. jack picked up the phone and dialed your number. it rang once, twice… you picked up.

“hello?” you spoke into the phone. “hey sugar,” the voice on the other line spoke, with a voice so rich you could almost taste it. “jack?” you recognized the timbre of his voice and his habit of using pet names. “that’s my name, sweetness, don’t wear it out” he confirmed. “listen, im calling on behalf of my good friend felix here”

your heart fluttered in your chest at the mention of his name. could it be?

“go on,” you prompted.

jack covered the phone with his hand and turned to felix, who was sweating nervously. “are you sure you don’t want to tell them, sweet thing?” he teased. felix blushed and nodded his head. “well, alright then.” jack cooed. he removed his hand and spoke into the phone. “you see, darling, felix here has a little crush on you”

felix was shaking uncontrollably. (not that the the three cups of coffee he had before this helped any). he looked nervously at jack, trying to gauge his reaction. were you upset at him? did you like him back? damn, jack has a good poker face.

“alright honey, i’ll let him know” jack said. “alright. yep. talk to you later. bye.” he set the phone down. he looked at felix, stone-faced. felix stared at jack’s expressionless face, his eyes welling up with tears. “…so?” he asked pathetically. he tried to blink his tears away, but to no avail. jack wiped felix’s tears with the pad of his thumb and cradled his face in his hands. “oh my poor boy. it will be alright.” he said soothingly. felix nodded sadly. maybe he was destined to be lonely forever.

jack looked at him and laughed. he smiled his signature wide grin. “i got you good! get yourself cleaned up. they’re coming over.”

#jack walten #the walten files #felix kranken #jelix #felix kranken x reader #jack walten x reader #jelix x reader #love confessions

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