Ratcig - Mentally Disturbed

pls i need sam fortner content maybe like hes kidnapped you but you have stockholm and they have their first kiss and he’s super awkward but happy

First Kiss

Posted:11/25/22

Title: First Kiss

Yandere Sam Fortner x GN reader

Fluff

Author's note:

Warnings: Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome

🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞

Things have been easier since you stopped fighting your fate. You were trapped by a boy who was too in love with you for his good. Nothing more to say. Nothing you can do.

Sam was... a loving boy. At least to you. He does his best to make you feel loved and to show he's love despite his awkwardness. It made you feel... sorry for him a little. Could he not help anything? He is so sweet how could he be capable of such things?

You found your heart starting to warm when he came home. Trying to hold back a smile, getting flustered when he talks to you. You couldn't help it.

You sat on your bed, back to the wall, biting your lip as you think about Sam relaxing in his lazy boy. He wore his grey sweatpants, his legs spread and his hands nervously running up and down them.

"Is something going on with you?" Sam's voice breaks your thoughts making you blush. "What?" "I don't know. You're just staring at nothing with that weird look on your face." You roll your eyes playfully. "There's not much else to do." He thought for a moment. "Yeah.. sorry about that." He stood there awkwardly trying to think of what to say. "I could use some company." You say not sure of yourself and lightly patting the bed next to you.

His eyes slightly widen in surprise. Sam sits next to you on the bed back to the wall. "What did you do today?" You asked trying to start a conversation. "Work." He says. You chuckled a little at his blunt answer. "Well obviously... but like what did you do at work?" "Oh um... Paperwork... I don't want to talk about work." You sighed. "What would you like to talk about, Sam." You could have sworn you could hear him trying to hide a moan from hearing you say his name. "Mhm um..." He turns to face you a little more. "The only thing I ever really want to talk about is you... can we talk about you?" You blushed. "Um sure. What about me?" He shakes his head seemingly overwhelmed by the question. "Everything.... you're so.. pretty." You smiled. "Thank you." "I mean it too. I wouldn't just say that. I remember before you lived with me I watched you through your window and I saw you change a few. So I know how beautiful you are head to toe." Your face went red. Although it was alarming he was just trying to compliment you. "Thank you." "Yeah..." He sat there thinking maybe he shouldn't have said that. "Your pretty too, Sam." His cheeks and ears warmed. "R-really? You don't have to say that if you don't mean it." You smiled and placed your hand on his leg. "But I do mean it." He looked at you with big admiring eyes. "Really?" You nodded.

Sam puts a hand on your shoulder. "C...Can I kiss you?" Your eyes went widen. "Y-yes.."

Sam slowly leans in and places his lips on yours. The kiss was slow and causation. His hand left your shoulder to hold your face. Sam's body was stiff. There wasn't much movement before Sam abruptly pulled back. His face was pink and warm. Your cheeks were warm as you looked at him, waiting for him to say something. "Thank you?" You smiled "your welcome." Sam put his back flat against the wall again. His head felt fuzzy. "I..." 'Say something." He told himself. "I love you." He spoke out quickly. Not the first time he's told you but still important to him nonetheless. His leg started to bounce with building anxiety. "I love-" Sam abruptly stood. You look up at him confused. "I forgot to get dinner." He says moving to get his car keys. "We just eat-" "I forgot to get this other thing that I know you'll like-" it was your turn to interrupt him. "I love you, Sam!" He stopped and turned to you. You repeated yourself. "I love you, Sam. I understand what you've been trying to tell me... about how I'm safe and loved here and I'm so sorry I didn't listen before but I am now."

Sam took in what you were telling him. Is this a trick? He wonders. However, when he looked into your eyes he could see passion. The passion he'd seen you have for many this but now it was aimed at him. He wanted to cry happy tears. He slowly walked back to you and brushed your hair out of your face. "I don't want to leave. Why would I need to when you're here?" He gave a small smile. "Come here." You put your hands up to his face and pulled him into another kiss. However, this one felt natural. Felt like you've always kissed each other. The kiss was still on the soft side and passionate. Sam held the back of your head gently as you hear him slightly whine into the kiss before pulling back.

You looked into each other's eyes and felt your hearts connect. You pulled Sam in for a close tight hug. His head hid into your neck as his arms wrap around your waist. Your arms wrapped around his neck as one of your hands gently stroked his hair. "I'll never leave you, my love~" With that Sam hugged you tighter and then pushed you to lay back on the bed for an endless night of cuddling.

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Signal boost

Things you won't get unless you're a hardcore Batman fan:

- Do the butts match?

- Whelmed

- Nightwing's Butt

- Black hair? Blue eyes? Adopted.

- WHERE IS TIM?!

- Batman's dick. You know which comic I'm talking about

- Fuck Metropolis

- Eating burger with knife and fork

- "Man, Dick is good!"

- BATMAN DOES NOT EAT NACHOS

- (Points at Bruce and Clark) "And there was only one bed" "Oh my god, there was only one bed"

- "I am the GODDAMN Batman"

- They kept their masks on because its "better" that way

- Batman and Superman crying while watching aliens have sex

- That comic about the Joker's boners

- We live in a society

- Holy Musical Batman

- Bamboozled

- The mullet

- Actually, Dick's whole outfit. What the fuck was he thinking?

- Bruce Wayne lives in Batman's attic

- The demon child

- Starfish Robin

- Batman singing

- The Red Hood mask with a nose and mouth

- The Justice League? More like Batman and his bitches

- Bruce Wayne is a boomer. But like, in a cool way

- Adam West having a conversation with himself

- The rainbow suit

- The Snyder Cut

- Nightwing having his ass beat in every movie

- "Hello? Police? My son stole the Batmobile"

- Did Batman kill Joker in the Killing Joke?: The Debate

- BATMAN 👏🏻 DOES 👏🏻 NOT 👏🏻 KILL 👏🏻

- Except for those guys he hanged from the Batplane

- And KGBeast

- And Darkseid

- BUT THAT'S IT

- The myth of the Joker role turning you crazy

- Heath Ledger's scaring Maggie Gyllenhaal for real

- Is Batman a furry?: The Debate

- Every lesbian needs her cousin

- Who is Bruce's favorite Robin?: The Debate

- "The circus. He said it was the circus"

- Bruce being both the best and worst dad

- The fans killing Robin

- Plus the rigged telephone that actually did it

- Damian and his pets

- Duke being the only sane person around

- WHERE IS CARRIE KELLY?!

- The failed wedding

- Trying to guess what Thomas' letter from Flashpoint said

- Does Alfred get paid?: The Debate

- Ok, but Alfred and the rifle

- Bat-Mite

- Damian x Mar'i

- Damian x Raven

- Damian x Maps

- Dick's redhead fetish

- The Annie episode with Tim

- Every batfam member having a Super

- That Birds of Prey song... you know... the one

- Bat Credit Card

- Heart of Ice

- Bat Nipples

- Tim's caffeine addiction

- Tim adding fucking pants to the Robin suit

- "I don't want to be the Batman... anymore"

- Dead Robins Club

- Alfred having his own fanbase

- Only Jason and Alfred know how to cook

- Jason loves bread

- Dick loves cereal

- WHO THE FUCK IS IAN WAYNE?!

- Representation for Damian plz

- We all know Bruce's lovers come down to Selina, Diana or Talia (And Clark)

- The truth behind the Dark Knight hospital scene

- Apparently no Batfam member has finished school

- Tim vs Luthor

- Knowing the origins of every item in the Batcave

- WHERE IS TERRY MCGINNIS?!

- Gotham City Sirens

- "I am a model of mental health!"

- The Bruce Wayne x Batman fanfiction

- Contingency plans for everything

- Your relationships are shorter than Stephanie's career as Robin

- Batman comforting Ace

- And finally, having read the comic where this is from:

Feel free to add more.

omgg can you do something with yandere viktor hargreeves with a girly reader? like the reader loves skirts and dresses and viktor thinks it's so adorable how sweet and innocent like it is? is that fine with you

note: omg this is my first request so ignore the screaming inside state of mind i'm in rn... anyway! i loveeeee this idea and it's fine by me, hope you like it lovely anon. <3

viktor's life was filled with chaos since the first day, from his dad shitty parental ways to his brothers fighting just to see who gets the first sip of coffee in the morning. he thought this was his life, his without-purpose life.

until he found you.

he remembers that day as the day he started to thank the universe.

he was shopping with diego and luther, both of his brothers wanting to help him choose some comfortable clothes since they couldn't find anything else to do. at first he was tired (mentally and physically), he didn't want to come and endure their endless bickering and just as he was about to step in luther's speech of black not being the best of colors, his eyes caught a glimpse of your pink skirt.

it was the most... pink clothing he has ever seen.

taking two steps back to see your figure clearly, he swears he could feel the shine in his eyes as he saw you.

you were wearing a soft pink outfit, as if you walked straight out of a barbie magazine, your small smile brighter than the lipgloss in your lips, your manicured hands touching the fabric of a dress that caught your attention; oblivious to the hargreeves sibling stare.

“ hey! ” two voices scream behind him, making viktor slightly jump and raise a fist as a mechanism of defense, turning his head.

“ jesus christ! ” he exclaims with an annoyed glare, now lowering his hand, almost angry that the sight of you disappeared as both of them walked in front of him.

“ we just asked, five times, ” diego holds his hand with five fingers as an emphasis “, your opinion in this shirt and you ignored us- did an emo jacket stole your attention or what? ” diego, more annoyed than viktor, asks with his usual big brother tone; reminding him that time ben called him an emo.

“ n-no, i just got distracted, that's all, no big deal. ” first mistake, never say you got distracted to any of the hargreeves, they will ask—.

“ by what? ” luther asks, putting down a jacket as he looks at viktor; now curious.

viktor just shrugs, now looking at the shirts displayed next to him.

“... by who? ” diego then asks.

viktor looks at him for two seconds. second mistake, corporal language is diego's favorite thing.

“ no way! ” diego screams, getting two close customers attention, viktor now shushing him.

“ wait, i don't get it. ” oblivious luther says with an exasperated look, diego looking around while viktor tries to hide both of them (as if that could be possible).

“ stop, shut up! it's nothing, let's just go- please, please. ” viktor begs, thinking if his dignity is still valuable with the thought of getting in his knees to pray to whoever is up there to have mercy on him.

“ tell me, come on, i won't say anything. ” diego says in a whisper, as if luther wasn't there - who still is clueless.

“ if i tell you, will you stop? ” viktor asks, looking directly at diego's eyes.

“ okay. ”

“ i got distracted by the girl behind me, no big deal, just thought- ”

viktor didn't have time to think of an excuse as diego walks straight to you, being the only girl in the store helped, a triumphant smile in his face.

“ hey, what's up? i'm diego. ” diego says, 'softly', to you.

you raise your head, a surprised glint in your eyes, a beautiful smile now covering your face.

“ hi, i'm y/n! ” you exclaim, clearly excited of meeting new people, your dresses hanging from your arm.

diego has to take a moment, he now understands why viktor got so distracted.

“ hey, so, my brother, ” he points to viktor, who just looks at luther, clearly distressed, his hands grabbing his hair. “ thinks you're beautiful and wants to date you... i think, but he definitely thinks you're beautiful. ”

you're still looking at both of the men behind diego, watching how a tall, buff man tries to calm his brother. tilting your head you giggle, clearly amused.

“ oh well, i'd like to, he seems cute so yeah! ”

“ great. — hey viktor! ” diego then screams, making you slightly jump, hugging your dresses.

viktor turns around, diego calls him over again, making his way to the both of you as he did not want to leave you alone with diego; the sight of him so close to you making him want to stop being the pacifist of the family.

“ hey, i'm sorry, whatever he told you is just- well, we are just- ”

“ she said yes. ” that interrupts viktor rambling, who now frowns in confusion, staring at diego.

“ y-yes to what? ”

“ our date. ” you softly say, gaining viktor's attention once again; who 'dumbly' smiles at you with a starstruck look.

“ o-our date? ” he stutters again, making you giggle, nodding your head while walking a little closer to him.

luther slowly made their way to the three of you, taking diego by the collar of his shirt to give a bit of privacy to their brother, while thinking of a way to scold him for intruding in viktor's love life (even if he would've done the same).

“ you're so cute. ” you say, now feeling a bit nervous at seeing how good looking he was, now that you looked closer, your fingers playing with the fabric of the dresses you were carrying. “ when's the date? — oh! you know, i know a very good café- it's a cat café! you can hug cats! and they're clean so you don't have to worry about higiene or that. ” you start talking excitedly about the place, viktor's gaze just full of love and affection as he hears everything you say, both of you oblivious to the beautiful moments that were going to follow.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️꙳ ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ׂ ۪ ٞ ּ ໋ ݂ ﹢𓄹 ִ ׂ 𝅄 ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ࣪ ✿ ۪ ٞ ּ 𝅄ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ׂ ۪ ٞ ּ ໋ ݂ ﹢𓄹 ִ ׂ 𝅄 ꙳

a few weeks forwards to that moment, viktor smiles as he watches you model some skirts a friend gifted you; one of the now few friends you had, your boyfriend advising the type of people you should befriend (him and his family) and you listened to him, of course! he is your boyfriend and he wants the best for you.

“ so? ” you ask with a smile in your face, your back facing a big mirror, viktor sitting in your soft bed while holding a teddy bear you had.

“ you look beautiful. ” he says, blinking a few times just to make sure you're not a figment of his imagination.

you pout, making viktor worry he said the wrong thing.

“ vik, you said that already! ” you stomp your feet, a somewhat relieved sigh leaves viktor lips as he stands up, leaving mr. fluff in your bed.

“ i mean, what else can i say? you look cute, perfect, so so so pretty, my beautiful baby. ” he compliments you to no end, knowing you just want all his attention, holding your face to plant a kiss in your pouting lips who now turns into a shy smile.

“ and? ” you ask as you bring your hands behind your back, blinking a few times looking at the ceiling of your room, making viktor laugh at how adorable you looked.

“ and i love you so much. ” he says, almost in a whisper, his smile never leaving his face.

“ hmph, i knooow. ” you say in a 'singsong' voice, giggling as viktor tickles you a bit. “ okay, okay! i love you too- a lot, a bunch, muah! ” finishing your sentence with a kiss.

viktor stands there, in the middle of your room, you leaving to change in the bathroom, for a few seconds he laughs as he falls to your bed; bouncing a bit, with mr. fluff falling next to him.

“ cute, isn't she? ” he asks to the plushie as if it were to answer him, staring at the ceiling with a dumb smile in his lips.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️꙳ ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ׂ ۪ ٞ ּ ໋ ݂ ﹢𓄹 ִ ׂ 𝅄 ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ࣪ ✿ ۪ ٞ ּ 𝅄ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ׂ ۪ ٞ ּ ໋ ݂ ﹢𓄹 ִ ׂ 𝅄 ꙳

you and viktor walked hand in hand through the big store, his other arm occupied by a few bags from other stores you visited.

“ oh, what about this one? ” you excitedly point to a flower decorated dress, the white cloth soft at touch, making you smile as you grabbed it and threw it to the small cart next to the both of you.

“ and this one! no- wait, that one! no, i know! ” viktor just, once again, smiles at you. the dress you were wearing moving like the waves of the ocean, making your silhouette more graceful as you walked to every section of the store that caught your attention, viktor following right behind you.

viktor was never a fan of shopping, it made him more confused than anything, but for you he was the biggest enthusiast. watching you choose every dress, skirt, top, blouse, sweater was almost like watching someone do a magic trick.

in his defense, he is so in love with you that everything you do seems amazing to him (who - almost - ended the world twice, traveled in time and had an alien for a father).

he is so in love with you that he took you shopping so you didn't think of him looking through your phone while you shower, asking you who the hell was 'alan' or... any other male contact that wasn't him.

he is so in love with you that he takes you to dinner, excusing him to the bathroom, moments later appearing to you with a bright smile as he grabs your soft hand to make you pay attention to his tenth declaration of love of the evening; behind you walks a beaten man, his bruised face now scared as he spots viktor, running out of the restaurant before you even acknowledge the surprised gasps of other people around you.

he is so in love with you that he gifted you beautiful white skirts so you can gush about it, looking through the bag, while he grabs some panties from your open drawer hiding them in the pocket of his pants.

he was just, so in love with you.

Absolutely captivated by this very specific type of image

Seems like there is about to be a raid in Wet'suwet'en, despite the ongoing natural/climate disaster in BC they still have time and resources to make sure the CGL pipeline can be constructed

An old blue haunted house by Matthew T Rader

The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.