#albert mason/reader

[12timetraveler]

Wait For Me: Epilogue Part 1

Summary:

Surprise! Bet you didn't expect to see me back here, huh? Yeah well neither did I. I'm just as surprised haha.

I was content with how I ended this story. But then I came up with a couple little moments between Albert and Reader that both required context from this story, so I couldn't just add them into my Fleeting Moments collection. I decided I'll tack them on as little epilogues to the story.

This one takes place a little over a year after Reader leaves with Albert. This is before they have their daughter. She's probably not even a thought at this point.

The epilogue can be read here, or on the main work on AO3

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1901

"It's here!" Albert cheered as he practically skipped through the front door of the cabin. He set down a couple letters along with a parcel wrapped in brown paper. He'd ridden into town that morning to get the mail and grab a few essentials from the general store. It was the middle of winter and you were between snowstorms it seemed. He took advantage of the clear skies to run into town before you got snowed in again. You would have gone with but you were busy butchering a deer you'd killed for food.

"What is it?" You laughed, watching your excitable husband kick off his snow boots and wriggle out of his coat.

"Ooo we've been waiting for this," he chirped, finally getting down to his sweater. He picked up the package and sat down on the couch. "Here it is, my muse," Albert said, unwrapping the parcel. "The first print of my first book,"

"Oh my god. It's here already?" you asked excitedly, coming to sit on his lap so he could show you. You were so proud of him. His first photo book. Apparently it was all the rage in society. Something for rich people to put on their coffee tables and titter about over drinks. Most books were landscape photos, or portraits of significant people. Albert's was the first to contain wild animals.

Creatures of the Wild Frontier

The title was embossed on the front of the dark green book in big silver letters. Albert's name was embossed on the bottom.

"It's beautiful," you murmured, running your fingers over the indent of the letters.

"Isn't it? So elegant. The publisher had shown me what it would look like but even still it's... Unbelievable," Albert hummed, tracing the spine of the book.

He reverently lifted the cover to view the front page. There was some text at the top, with Albert's most popular picture, the one of the wolves, below.

Dedicated to my dear wife and her late brother. Without either of them I'd never have completed the project without becoming some creature's meal.

Your name and Arthur's name were both printed below the dedication.

You giggled as you read it.

"I thought calling Arthur your brother would be the easiest way," he hummed. You nodded and kissed his cheek.

"It's lovely. Thank you,"

"No, my love, thank you. Truly. Without you I'd never have finished it," he leaned up and kissed you properly, on the lips. You carded your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly.

"Alright, let's see the rest of it," you chirped as you pulled back. Albert grinned and the two of you settled in to start flipping through the book.

Albert tried to flip through quickly, but you made him go slowly so you could appreciate each photo. You'd seen them all before but you loved looking at his photography.

The horses running across Heartland Overflow.

The bear you helped him photograph by O'Creighs run.

A couple different shots of alligators.

Each photo was familiar but still left you breathless. He was such a master of his craft, even if he was a bit of a fool in nature. His photos were so beautiful, so unique. So unlike anything else you'd ever seen. Each one captured the animal so well.

Unfortunately Albert didn't seem to be enjoying looking through the book nearly as much as you were. He was deflating a little with each photo.

"What's wrong?" You asked, closing the book and giving him your full attention.

"It's... It's nothing, my muse," he sighed dejectedly.

"Clearly it ain't nothing," you sighed, rubbing the back of his neck soothingly. "Is something wrong with the book?"

"No it... No..." Albert hummed. You waited for him to collect his thoughts, say what was on his mind. "It's just a... A monument to my mediocrity," he huffed, setting the book aside.

"Oh Albert,"

"Seeing all my photos all together just serves to remind me how... How poorly I capture the creatures. How... How foolish and talentless I am," Albert scrubbed his face with his free hand, his other arm still wrapped around your waist. You recognized the familiar spiral Albert seemed to fall down. Always so hard on himself. His own worst critic.

"Don't talk like that," you huffed, cupping his face in your hands and forcing him to look at you. "You know the people love your photos. Your galleries have been so popular and people have been paying through the nose for prints of your photographs. People are going to love this book," you said. "The publisher said there are already orders out for it. The people are going to go absolutely crazy to have your photos in your house,

"You are the most talented photographer I've ever met. You photograph life, as it's happening. Nature shots and portraits may have their own challenges but you photograph moving, living things. And you do it so well," you grabbed the book off the coffee table and set it in your lap. "Look at this one on the front page. The wolves charging forward, ready to pounce. It's so beautiful, so life-like. It's not some posed, propped-up figurine, it's real and it's wild. Your photos are so special, Albert," you let the book balance on your lap so you could cup his face in your hands once more.

Albert sighed and melted into your touch. It wasn't the first time you'd had to reassure him and certainly wouldn't be the last. You'd come to learn that artists of all kinds seemed to share one thing in common: self loathing. They never thought their work was good enough, no matter the medium. You did your best to hype Albert up, but it was likely something he'd be struggling with forever.

"You're quite right, my love," he sighed. "Thank you." He leaned up and kissed your cheek. "I'm sorry. It's just... I feel like such an imposter sometimes,"

"I know," you cooed. "It's alright. That's what I'm here for. I'll pull against those voices any time you need,"

You leaned down and pulled Albert in for a long kiss. He cupped the back of your head, tilting you down toward him. You were not the first to pull back. You let Albert take what he needed from the kiss.

After some time Albert broke the kiss, resting his head against your chest. You cradled his head there, holding him close and resting your lips against the top of his head.

"Alright," Albert finally said. "Shall we look at the rest of the book?"

You giggled and nodded, picking up the book from where it rested on your lap and opening it up, flipping back to where you left off.

Together the two of you admired the photos. You even managed to coax Albert into complimenting parts of each photo. The crispness of a creature, the composition of the background, just little things.

The last two photos in the book were a little different.

"Hang on," you chuckled as you turned the page. "These aren't wild animals,"

"Aren't they?" He teased.

There you were looking at a photo of yourself on one page, and a photo of Arthur on the next. You'd seen the photo of Arthur before at Albert's gallery. It was from the first time they'd met. A photo of a wild mountain man.

You remembered the photo of you. It was taken not long after Sean died, before the failed Saint Denis bank job. You sat stop Cloudhopper, the wind in your hair, guns at your hips, arms outstretched. The flowers bent gently around Cloudhopper's hooves and his tail fluttered in the breeze.

Below the photo of you the text said

My darling wild wife, with your name.

And below Arthur's photo it said.

Arthur Morgan; the wild man who saved my life.

"This is probably my favorite photo," Albert hummed, thumbing idly at the page with your photo. "So radiant. So powerful. Like a knight atop her noble steed. I just had to include you and Arthur in the photo book," he smiled up at you. "The most wild people I know. Without either of you I'd likely be dead by now. Even if by some miracle I'd survived, I wouldn't be who I am without you,"

"You sentimental fool" you giggled, setting the book aside and shifting how you were sitting so you could straddle his lap. You grabbed his face and kissed him fiercely.

"I always have been," he chuckled, pulling you snuggly against his lap so he could kiss you even deeper.

[imwall-e]

Until we meet again : Chapter 1

Pairing : TB!Arthur Morgan x Reader

Warning : MAJOR SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN'T PLAY THE GAME, major character dea•th, tuberculosis, angst, (tell me if I forgot some), reader but external POV

A/N : I wrote this a few months ago and finally decided to post it. I'm really proud of this chapter, my best work so far (imo). I first wrote it in French and mostly used Deepl to translate the text, and even if I re-read it, they may be some mistake so don't hesitate to tell me! This is not beta read. This is my first work for the Red Dead fandom and I hope it's good. Consider liking, rebloging or commenting if you like my work (and feel comfortable with that of course).

The atmosphere of Beaver Hollow was already being felt long before we arrived at the new camp. The area was dark, damp, stinking. It was as if it were haunted. Cursed. As for the cave, it was a concentration of all that, only worse. Once home to a local gang nicknamed The Rejects of Murfree, it bore indelible traces of the horrors it had harbored. The smell outside was unbearable, but inside was a vision of dread. Blood was visible from floor to ceiling, pieces of decomposing corpses smeared all the way down to its entrails. Impossible to settle inside.

Where just a few weeks earlier the gang had been celebrating their exit from the snowy mountains, and everyone was ready to give their all to make a new place a comfortable place to live, now there was no laughter to be heard. Not a smile was to be seen on any of the faces. Only whispers, distrust, fear and death reigned.

And Arthur… his coughing fits were becoming more violent, and more frequent. His skin was pale, contrasting with the blue of his eyes, which betrayed his illness and fatigue.

Outlawed, hunted by the Pinkertons or opposing gangs like the O'Driscolls, he'd been shot at many times. And yet, he was dying of tuberculosis. A fucking disease. After all, he'd probably earned it with the life he was leading… had led. His punishment for beating up Mr Downes. A good man, always ready to help others even though he didn't have much.

Arthur, who'd never done anything right. Or so he thought, but she was always there to remind him otherwise. After Mary, after Eliza, he never thought he'd fall in love again. Then she'd come along, and offered him more than he thought he deserved.

Arthur had met her while hunting. She was wearing a long white dress. At first, he thought he saw an angel. Then their eyes met. He saw the fear in her eyes and decided to put down his bow. He introduced himself and she gradually seemed to calm down. After a few minutes' silence, she finally told him her name. Her voice trembled, but she'd asked for his help: she was supposed to be getting married that very day to a man she'd never met. But what she was looking for was freedom.

She wanted to travel. To discover. To live. And Arthur had offered her all that. For five years, they'd been happy together. Arthur had even proposed to her while they were still in Blackwater. But they'd kept it a secret until things got better.

Unfortunately, the moment never arrived.

Micah was a traitor. And Dutch had blindly followed him, going so far as to question the words of John and Arthur. He'd rather believe a dangerous madman than those he considered his own sons.

Arthur should have left after the Blackwater massacre. Hosea had tried to warn him when they'd all fled to Colter. Or he should have let Micah hang at Strawberry. If only he'd been willing to open his eyes to what Dutch had become. To his true nature. If only.

But it was too late now, and there was no point in dwelling on the past. Now he had t o protect those who remained. Tilly had already taken Jack to safety. Abigail was safe thanks to him and Sadie, and the two women had left to join Tilly. Mary-Beth and Karen had probably escaped too. She was the only one left. And he knew exactly where she'd be safe.

He helped his young fiancée onto her mare, then settled down behind her. He wanted to smell her hair while he still could. He wanted to hold her close. However, time was running out and lingering was a luxury they couldn't afford. The person he was looking for was passing through the Annesburg area, but they'd better get moving fast. He nudged the horse's flank to move it forward, and whistled for the stallion carrying the young woman's belongings to follow.

The journey wasn't long, but it went by faster than he would have liked. A dilapidated house appeared in the distance. Arthur had exchanged a few letters with the man who had taken an interest in his bleak landscape, a man he had helped not long ago. He was standing outside, setting up his camera. His gaze wandered to them, and he soon recognized Arthur.

"Mr. Morgan! I'm so happy to see you again! As you may have noticed, I've given up taking pictures of wildlife. I'm now content with the magnificent landscapes" exclaimed Albert, warmly greeting the man who had helped and saved him on numerous occasions. But his familiar enthusiasm soon disappeared when he saw the young woman's tears and Arthur's sickly pallor. "What's the matter?" he asked worriedly, abandoning his camera.

"Mr. Mason, I need you to…" but Arthur was interrupted by a coughing fit causing him to cough up blood as he stepped to the ground. "I'm dying and I'd like you to take care of my fiancée."

The young woman tried to smile at Albert, but knowing that the man she loved would soon be leaving her was too much to bear. It dashed all memories, all hopes of a better life with her cowboy.

"I'm sorry I haven't written to inform you, but recent events haven't given me the opportunity," Arthur resumed after helping his beloved off his horse.

The tears continued to roll silently down the cheeks of the woman who was to become Mrs Morgan. She was silent now, staring into space.

"Mr Morgan…", Albert didn't know what to say. This kind man, who had come to his aid so many times, was going to die. He could see the sadness in the lovers' eyes. And Albert saw only one way he could do something for them: "Don't worry, I'll take care of mademoiselle."

Arthur was relieved: she would be safe. She would live. He turned to her: she seemed no more than a ghost. But she had to fight. For him. For her. For them.

"I love you, Princess," he began, taking her in his arms. "More than you can imagine. I wish I'd said it more often. I regret so many things. But I promise we'll meet again. Not in this life, unfortunately, but in another. I'll find you again."

"We… we… we didn't even have time to get married," she managed to articulate between sobs, the crying resuming in earnest following Arthur's words.

"It wasn't our time. Now you must stay with Albert. Live, princess. Do it for me. I'll always watch over you, but promise me you won't let yourself die."

"I… I promise, Arthur."

That was all he needed to hear. He had to go now. He had unfinished business with Micah, but also with Dutch.

The sun was setting as he rested his forehead against hers. His way of kissing her for the last time, wanting to avoid her contracting tuberculosis too. He squeezed her hands and heard her whisper "I love you, Arthur".

He gently let go of her hands and she kept her eyes closed, not wishing to watch him go. To tell the truth, she was so focused on remembering his scent, his laugh, his voice, that she didn't even hear him mount his mare and gallop away.

When she opened her eyes again, the sky had darkened. A storm was approaching. Arthur was gone. Only Albert remained, looking after the stallion carrying the young woman's belongings. He knew she wouldn't move immediately, but it was time to go. He'd better get back to the cabin he'd rented before nightfall.

"Mademoiselle, I'm sorry but we must leave now. Tomorrow we'll go to Rhodes, my house is close to the city."

"Of course," was all she could reply, her gaze fixed on the mountains.

The journey to the cabin Albert had reserved was silent. The storm was roaring in the distance. She held back from joining Arthur. But she had to keep her promise.

Without Arthur, life would be difficult. Her heart would be broken forever, but she had to try. And one day, they would be reunited. She had to believe that.

The rain finally came, falling on her cheeks and mingling with her tears. She couldn't stop thinking about all those mornings she'd wake up alone. She couldn't accept that he wasn't coming back. Ever.

"Mademoiselle?" Albert's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "We've arrived. You should try to eat something and get some sleep." He didn't know what to do or say.

She followed him silently. Inside, she sat by the window, where she could see the mountains near Beaver Hollow. Soon, she closed her eyes, tears still flowing.

Her mind took her to a river in the middle of the woods. The light wind gently moved the leaves on the trees. She was wearing a long white dress. A branch cracked, startling her. But it was only Arthur, wearing the hat he always wore and the blue shirt she loved so much.

"You're beautiful," he said, and she threw her arms around his neck. "Dance with me?" Was there an answer other than "yes"?

And, each immersed in the other's gaze, they danced. Without stopping, they talked about their future: having a ranch, raising horses, starting a family. A quiet life away from traitors and the Pinkertons. Just them.

"I love you, Arthur."

"I love you too, princesses," he replied, kissing her tenderly. A deer passed by them. Then nothing.

When she opened her eyes again, she knew Arthur was gone.

It was nearly nine o'clock when Albert and the young woman began their journey to Rhodes.

"I think you'll like Rhodes very much, mademoiselle. It's much quieter and warmer since the Gray and Braithwaite families, two rival families, entered… well, since they left."

The young woman smiled at the mention. It brought back memories that were certainly recent, but seemed so long ago. But her smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared as she recalled Sean's death.

Then came Kieran's turn. Hosea. Lenny. Eagle Flies. John. And Arthur.

Sensing that she wouldn't talk any more than she had the day before, Albert decided to talk to her about anything and everything, in the hope of distracting her from the sadness that overwhelmed her, even if only for a few minutes.

"The landscape is also much brighter. Annesburg offers beautiful scenery, but it's a very dark, eerie area. Rhodes is nicer, warmer."

Albert was right: the further they got from Annesburg, the fresher the air seemed, the more colorful and welcoming the surroundings.

She glanced back one last time, to where Arthur had remained. Her heart sank. She felt she was abandoning him. But she had to stay strong.

Finally, Rhodes appeared before them as the sun tinted the sky orange, ready to give way to the moon.

"Miss, look!"

A majestic deer had stopped in the middle of the road, staring at them with its big dark eyes.

"It's the first time I've seen one approach like that. They're usually very frightened," Albert continued.

The deer approached the young woman and rested its muzzle against her leg. She gently touched its large antlers, then the animal moved away, disappearing among the trees.

"Goodbye, Arthur."

I hope you liked this first chapter!

[moderninfatuation]

Hello!

I am looking to improve my writing / creative thinking by writing x reader imagines and headcanons for the characters I like! I might also be interested in writing shorts if you provide a prompt that catches my attention. Other than that, I will reblog various fanworks that i find cool and that inspire me!

I want this blog to be male and/or gender neutral reader focused, which is why i wont be taking requests for female readers :(

Minors interacting with my nsfw posts will be blocked.

If youre interested, you can read below the cut for more details:

I will do...

- romantic, platonic or family dynamics/relations

- trans headcanons, otherwise queer headcanons

- both sfw and nsfw, various kinks included

- readerxcanon

... but I won't do...

- extreme kinks; I will generally reserve the right to deny a request if it includes a fetish/sexual scenario i dont want to write about

- incest and/or harmful paraphilia

- yandere reader/character and associated themes (kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, torture etc.)

... and i am currently writing for the following fandoms and characters:

RESIDENT EVIL:

- Ethan Winters

- Leon Kennedy

- Luis Serra

- Rebecca Chambers

- Albert Wesker

- Carlos Oliveira

- Ashley Graham

- Ingrid Hunnigan

SILENT HILL:

- Harry Mason

- James Sunderland

- Maria (SH2)

- Pyramid Head

LIKE A DRAGON / YAKUZA:

If you do want to make a request, please include some details such as readers gender/pronouns, setting/scenario and character it includes - the more the better :) thank you for reading!

- pretty much every noteworthy male character from y0 to y7 (including Ishin!), ask for the girls :) im including the judgement series in this as well.

My writing depicts my own interpretation of the characters - I cant promise a 100% accurate portrayal, but I will do my best to keep it somewhat faithful

[coltermorning]

As for your smutty sentence requests, I have to be honest his “and look pretty doin’ it” line during that Albert Mason line kills me off every time 😩😮‍💨

Hot damn 😮‍💨 this is exactly what I meant. Thank you for this new knowledge (I never thought about that line before). Here you go ;)

Tags: 18+, Arthur Morgan x reader, low honor Arthur Morgan, implied smut, implied oral sex

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Arthur’s gaze bored down on you from above, your knees hitting the ground for him faster than you could comply by any spoken word.

He grinned. “You wanna suck me off?”

You answered by drawing closer to him, your own heavy gaze never leaving his. That is, until he started stroking his cock. Then your admiration turned elsewhere.

He chuckled, the sound low and grating. “Come here, then. Show me what that sweet mouth can do.” He pulled your head closer, angling his cock while tugging your hair back enough to give him your face. “And look pretty doin’ it.”

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🌈 Books for National Coming Out Day

💜 Good evening, my beloved bookish bats. I know this is a little late, but I did not want to miss this opportunity to reach out. While most of you know I'm proudly bi & in a beautiful relationship with my best friend and soulmate, I'm actually not fully out. Coming out isn't the same experience for everyone. Sometimes it's exciting, sometimes terrifying. It can bring you closer to a found family while putting distance between you and blood. Everyone has their own story, and though they're not always easy to tell, they ARE all extremely important--both to us as humans and as readers. Some people don't come out until well into adulthood, and some know exactly how they identify from a young age.

💜 All that to say...I see you. Whether you're not ready to come out, don't feel safe to do so, or have been out for years and want to scream it to the rooftops, you're valid and loved. And I'm always here if you want to talk.

🌈 Books for National Coming Out Day ❤️ I Wish You All the Best - Mason Deaver 🧡 Heartstopper - Alice Oseman 💛 D'Vaughn & Kris Plan a Wedding - Chencia C. Higgins 💚 Imogen, Obviously - Becky Albertalli 💙 The Henna Wars - Adiba Jaigirdar 💜 The Charm Offensive - Alison Cochrun ❤️ Astrid Parker Doesn't Fall - Ashley Herring Blake 🧡 A Lady for a Duke - Alexis Hall 💛 The Pairing - Casey McQuiston 💙 Felix Ever After - Kacen Callender 💜 Juliet Takes a Breath - Gabby Rivera 🌈 Hani & Ishu's Guide to Fake Dating - Adiba Jaigirdar

[lgbtqreads]

any suggestions for queer books for a junior high school library? there's a book order coming up in december and i noticed my school is severely lacking in queer books so i need some ones to request. in particular, we're really lacking in books with transgender and/or bisexual main characters. (also, i'm in the south so books that have been targeted by bans may not be available here)

Absolutely yes. The ban-targeting is definitely a challenge (my Cool for the Summer is actually a great fit for this but may be an issue for that reason), but let’s see what we can do!

For trans main characters I think are a good fit for that age, try Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas, Zenobia July by Lisa Bunker, the graphic novel Cheer Up! by Crystal Frasier, Val Wise, and Oscar O. Jupiter, the upcoming graphic novel Girlmode by Magdalene Visaggio and Paulina Ganucheau (upcoming as in 3 weeks from now, so it’ll be out by December), Mask of Shadows by Linsey Miller (genderfluid MC), The Heartbreak Bakery by AR Capetta (agender MC, transmasc LI), The Passing Playbook by Isaac Fitzsimons, Spell Bound by FT Lukens (nonbinary MC), Most Ardently by Gabe Cole Novoa, I Wish You All the Best by Mason Deaver (nonbinary MC), Self Made Boys by Anna-Marie McLemore, and The Borrow a Boyfriend Club by Page Powars. (Those are all YA except Zenobia July, but I felt like that one might work for older tween readers in a way other titles might not, just because the MC’s a hacker, which is cool.)

For bi main characters, some of the above also fit (I Wish You All the Best and The Borrow a Boyfriend Club come to mind immediately), and also try Cool for the Summer, Some Girls Do by Jennifer Dugan, You Should See Me in a Crown by Leah Johnson, Wish You Weren’t Here by Erin Baldwin, Running With Lions by Julian Winters, Leah on the Offbeat by Becky Albertalli (Imogen is newer and great but not sure if college visits are as interesting to junior high students?), Perfect on Paper by Sophie Gonzales, Hani & Ishu’s Guide to Fake Dating by Adiba Jaigirdar, I’ll Be the One by Lyla Lee, The Disasters by MK England, the Emry Merlin series by Robyn Schneider, The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee, and They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera.

[silkfyre]

W.I.D

The following content does not limit the type of requests I accept. If there is a topic or character that is not listed, but you wish to have included feel free to ask! If I’m ever uncomfortable with something I will simply deny the request.

HIGHLIGHTED names are my personal favorite characters. 

WRITING

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Yandere

Violence

Dub-Con

Polyamory

OTHER

Fancasts

Writing Tips

Script Creation

Character Building

CHARACTERS

HORROR

The Boy

Brahms Heelshire

The Quarry

Abigail Blyg

Emma Mountebank

Jacob Custos

Laura Kearney

Max Brinley

Ryan Erzahler

Travis Hackett

The Lost Boys

David

Dwayne

Marko

Michael

Paul

House of Wax

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface)

Halloween

Michael Myers

Scream

Billy Loomis

Randy Meeks

Stu Macher

American Horror Story

James Patrick March

Jimmy Darling

Yellowjackets

Lottie Matthews

Misty Quigley

Natalie Scatorccio

Shauna Sadecki

Taissa Turner

Van Palmer

SCI-FI

The Boys

A-Train

Billy Butcher

Black Noir

Frenchie

Homelander

Hughie Campbell

Kimiko Miyashiro

Mother's Milk

Queen Maeve

Soldier Boy

Starlight

Detroit: Become Human

Chloe

Conner

Gavin Reed

Hank Anderson

Josh

Kara

Luther

Markus

North

Ralph

Rk600 (Sixty)

RK900 (Nines)

Simon

Fallout

Fallout 4

Deacon

John Hancock

Nick Valentine

Paladin Danse

Piper Shaw

Preston Garvey

Robert MacCready

Fallout (series)

Aspirant Dane

Chet

Cooper Howard (The Ghoul)

Knight Maximus

Lucy MacClean

Norm MacLean

Alien vs Predator

coming soon!

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Eugene Porter

James Cameron’s Avatar

Eetu

Lyle Wainfleet

Mansk

Miles Quaritch

Nor

So’lek

Teylan

Tsu’tey te Rongloa Ateyitan

SUPERNATURAL

TVD Verse

Bonnie Bennett

Caroline Forbes

Damon Salvatore

Elena Gilbert

Elijah Mikaelson

Finn Mikaelson

Jeremy Gilbert

Katherine Pierce

Kol Mikaelson

Niklaus Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Stefan Salvatore

FANTASY

Baldur’s Gate 3

Astarion Ancunín

Dammon

Gale Dekarios

Halsin

Karlach Cliffgate

Lae’zel

Raphael

Rolan

Shadowheart

Wyll Ravengard

Zevlor

REALISM

Red Dead Redemption II

Albert Mason

Arthur Morgan

Charles Smith

Dutch Van Der Linde

Flaco Hernández

Javier Escuella

John Marston

Kieran Duffy

Sadie Adler

Call of Duty

John Price

John “Soap” MacTavish

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Grand Theft Auto

Franklin Clinton

Michael De Santa

Trevor Philips

Outer Banks

Pope Heyward

Rafe Cameron

Sarah Cameron

Topper Thornton

W.I.D.D

Notes :: There may be some things on these lists that are debatable. If they are something I’m willing to write under certain circumstances then it will be ITALICEZED.

WRITING

Racism

Ableism

Ageplay

Underage

Homophobia

Transphobia

Character x Character (w/o reader)

CHARACTERS

Bubba Sawyer

Freddy Krueger

Pennywise

[plaguery]

born to look for heather mason fanart on the trending dead by daylight tag forced to see albert wesker x reader porn

[a-really-big-cat]

the best part of the monty hall problem and its history is that when it was presented to Marilyn vos Savant (who held the Guinness record for highest IQ for a lengthy time) in 1990, and she answered correctly, she afterwards received thousands of indignant letters from professional mathematicians with Phds (some of which, sadly, were explicitly sexist), who were convinced that she was wrong.

Since you seem to enjoy coming straight to the point, I’ll do the same. You blew it! Let me explain. If one door is shown to be a loser, that information changes the probability of either remaining choice, neither of which has any reason to be more likely, to 1/2. As a professional mathematician, I’m very concerned with the general public’s lack of mathematical skills. Please help by confessing your error and in the future being more careful. Robert Sachs, Ph.D. George Mason University

You blew it, and you blew it big! Since you seem to have difficulty grasping the basic principle at work here, I’ll explain. After the host reveals a goat, you now have a one-in-two chance of being correct. Whether you change your selection or not, the odds are the same. There is enough mathematical illiteracy in this country, and we don’t need the world’s highest IQ propagating more. Shame! Scott Smith, Ph.D. University of Florida

Your answer to the question is in error. But if it is any consolation, many of my academic colleagues have also been stumped by this problem. Barry Pasternack, Ph.D. California Faculty Association

You’re in error, but Albert Einstein earned a dearer place in the hearts of people after he admitted his errors. Frank Rose, Ph.D. University of Michigan

I have been a faithful reader of your column, and I have not, until now, had any reason to doubt you. However, in this matter (for which I do have expertise), your answer is clearly at odds with the truth. James Rauff, Ph.D. Millikin University

May I suggest that you obtain and refer to a standard textbook on probability before you try to answer a question of this type again? Charles Reid, Ph.D. University of Florida

I am sure you will receive many letters on this topic from high school and college students. Perhaps you should keep a few addresses for help with future columns. [yeah since it turns out they knew better than Smith here] W. Robert Smith, Ph.D. Georgia State University

You are utterly incorrect about the game show question, and I hope this controversy will call some public attention to the serious national crisis in mathematical education. If you can admit your error, you will have contributed constructively towards the solution of a deplorable situation. How many irate mathematicians are needed to get you to change your mind? E. Ray Bobo, Ph.D. Georgetown University [lmao Professor Bobo]

I am in shock that after being corrected by at least three mathematicians, you still do not see your mistake. Kent Ford Dickinson State University

Maybe women look at math problems differently than men. [...wtf] Don Edwards Sunriver, Oregon

You are the goat! [ironically this message would, these days, be seen as a compliment] Glenn Calkins Western State College

You made a mistake, but look at the positive side. If all those Ph.D.’s were wrong, the country would be in some very serious trouble. [hahahahahahaha] Everett Harman, Ph.D. U.S. Army Research Institute

Nothing makes me want to call math fake as much as the Monty Hall problem. Not even 0.999999... equaling 1. Yes I understand the proof yes it technically makes sense but I just hate the Monty Hall problem so, so much.

[josiah-trelawny]

15 for the kiss thing with albert mason?

Albert Mason/Reader + Kiss Prompt

15 - A fierce kiss that ends with a bite, followed by soothing it with a lick

It’d been so long since you’d seen Albert in person. He’d been in New York for about a month, so of course you wrote letters back and forth, but it was never the same as properly talking to each other.

And now that you were together, the first thing you did was crash your lips upon his. Neither of you cared that there was a bit too much saliva or that there were other people around; the only thing that mattered was adding onto the memory of what the other person’s lips felt like. Your tongue was caught between Albert’s teeth for a moment before he let it touch his own, his heading tilting to help deepen the kiss.

When you finally moved away, your teeth clenched around Albert’s bottom lip for a moment. It wasn’t even intentional, it just came naturally (and desperately). You quickly countered the action with a tiny flick of your tongue across his lip.

Albert stood there in amazement, surprised at your aggression— he didn’t mind it, though. “You… I missed you greatly, Y/N,” he managed to say, too embarassed to make eye contact.

[12timetraveler]

By the way I may or may not have dropped an Epilogue part two on Wait For Me, the Albert/reader fic. 👀👀

[haaskalintu]

Little dreams

Keys: (H/N)= The name of your female OC, can also be replaced with your name (E/C)= Eye color

This is my first fic in YEARS, so critique is wanted (and needed) Pronouns: She/Her. Fics for he/him and they/them come a little later.

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She’s a fool. Albeit, a fool in love, but a fool none the less. The thought of him begin a fool as well brought her comfort but more often than not, he only gave her heart attacks. Ah yes, Albert Mason, the wildlife photographer who, in almost every instance they’ve crossed paths, has been in some sort of predicament, at this point it was like a sixth sense to know when he was about the attacked by a wolf or another wild beast. She could only admire from afar as he took his photos.

(H/N) wasn’t one to believe in ’’Love at first sight’’ but she was definitely interested in Albert the first time they met. They talked a little, and soon enough she was chasing a coyote that stole Alberts lure. Apparently, it worked a little too well. She took a deep breath and stared into the aburn flames of the campfire, watching them dance against the black night sky. Glancing behind her she saw Alberts tent, where he no doubt was already sleeping. He didn’t need to ask her to watch over him, she did it almost by instinct. She made sure that no animal, or cliff, would bring Albert his end. She heard a small rustle from the tent and turned her full attention to it, and soon, Alber emerged from it. ’’Mister Mason, why are you up already? The sun is still down.’’ (H/N) said ’’I hope the campfire didn’t wake you up, I know it’s bright, but it keeps many beasts away.’’ she continued. ’’Oh no Miss (H/N), your fire’s fine. I’m afraid I’m just restless this night.’’ He said as he sat down next to her, their knees almost touching, (H/N), on the other hand, had been so deprived of physical affection, that this small touch made her heart flutter, not that she’d ever admit to such a thing. After a moment of silence, she looked at Albert, wondering if she should push it a little more, or leave the subject be. With a deep breath, she asked ’’So, what’s keeping you up? Bad dream? Fear of a raccoon crawling into your then again?’’ and Albert shook his head ’’No, Miss (H/N), I’m afraid my problems aren’t that simple. I’ve had the most wonderful dreams, yet, when I wake, I realize it was only a dream.’’ he stated with a sigh.

’’Oh? And what makes these dream so wonderful?’’ she smiled, wanting to know more, but Albert only looked into the flames, pondering if he should really continue, ’’We...Well, my dreams begin, all the same, just me, alone in a forest, until this (E/C) beauty comes to me. She’s kind, watches over me even in my dreams. But, I realize that those only dreams, as if she could fall for me.’’ he said, and swallowed an invisible lump that had begun to form in his throat, while (H/N) gently grazed her face with her fingers, she had (E/C) eyes ’’Then why not tell her? You may the man of her dreams as well’’ she hoped he was talking about her, it was no lie that he ran in her dreams, as well ’’She may just want to be with you’’ she continued, looking at Albert with a gentle smile. ’’No no, our lives are much too different, and I couldn’t bear to take her away from here, she loves her home far too much to even consider such a thing, not that it’s a bad thing, of course.’’ he sighed and intensely stared at the flames. (H/N) looked at Albert and thought it was now or never, and took his hand in hers, Albert jumped at the sudden contact, but didn’t pull away ’’Miss (H/N)? What are you doing?’’ he asked as a small blush tinted his cheeks ’’You can never know, Albert, maybe she’d want to follow you, even if she’d miss her home a little.’’ she said in a nervous tone as her own blush started to form and Albert could only stare at her. ’’Would you...would you really do such a thing? For me?’’ he tried to look for hesitance, but found none as she nodded ’’Well...’’ he started  ’’well I suppose that’d mean that I’d tell her, hopefully, make her mine, and be taken as hers.’’ he continued ’’so will you take me? As I take you?’’ she asked, her face adorned with a little grin ’’Yes, I suppose...I suppose I would’’ and with that, she kissed him, hopefully finding her happily ever after with the love, as they traveled the world together.

[septirgo]

Part three of making of The Black Phone

[d34d-but-pr3tty]

Finney x reader Incorrect quotes Pt. 1 | F. Blake, R. Arellano, G. Blake, Y/N

warnings: Shipping between Finn and Reader ofc!

Sage's notes: I actually love him so much. Please enjoy these <3

Gwen: *about Finney and Y/N* They make a cute couple, huh? Robin: They're definitely standing next to each other...

Finney: Okay, truth or dare? Y/N: Truth Finney: How many hours have you slept this week? Y/N: Y/N: ...Dare Finney: Go to bed. Y/N: I don’t like this game.

Y/N: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine. Finney: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again. Y/N: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?? Finney: Is it working?

Y/N, to Finney: We had a date! Y/N: *aggressively points to Hello Kitty Coloring Book*

Gwen: Is this your plan B? Y/N: Technically, this is plan P. Gwen: Plan P? Is there a plan M? Y/N: Yes, but I marry Finney in plan M. Finney: I like plan M.

Finney: Three words. Say them and I'm yours. Y/N: Three words. Finney:

Finney: Can you cut me some slack, Y/N? I’m sort of in love. Y/N: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem. Finney: I’m in love with you. Y/N: *Blushes* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

Finney: Did it hurt when you fell- Y/N: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt- Finney: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs. Y/N: ... Finney: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

Y/N: You're right. Finney: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

Gwen: Ooh, somebody has a crush Finney: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Y/N I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them. *Later that night* Finney, very much awake: Uh oh.

Hope you enjoyed! Feel free to send in requests, my pinned post has who I write for and a few rules <3

[redemptionbaby]

WAIT HANG ON HOW WOULD THE GANG REACT TO THE GOOD OL' "would u still love me if I was a worm🥺" QUESTION LMAO

GOOD QUESTION. Here are the select results.

Charles would not only still love you, he would make you an ornate terrarium out of a large glass jug and fill it with only the healthiest forest ferns, the most polite pillbugs and woodlice, the most nutrient rich soil, and the most tasty of fruit and vegetable compost scraps for you. Every day he writes a tiny love note message on a piece of eggshell for you (baby worm needs calcium)

Sean, John, and Javier get too tied down by the realistic aspects of this scenario. Why did you become a worm? Did a witch curse you? Because then I’d just kill the witch and break the curse. Would you still be able to talk as a worm? Could we still do…. Like…. Intimate things….?

Mary Beth is trying sooooooo hard to be nice and say “Yes, of course,” but in truth she thinks worms are gross. She could never live being married to a worm. But if it makes you feel better, I as the writer think that if it really happened, that she would learn to adjust because she wouldn’t have the heart to abandon you.

“Yes, of course!” Reply Kieran, Bill, and Karen, a little too loudly and a little too immediately.

Dutch would spout some poetic nonsense as his way of avoiding the question so you don’t get mad at him. “Are all men not worms themselves, at the end of the day?”

Arthur would say yes, but he does so with hesitation, not because he doesn’t like worms, but because he doesn’t know how to look after a worm. What if you got stepped on or something? He doesn’t know how to bandage a worm. Asking this question is more stressful to him than you could ever have predicted.

Micah: “Honestly, I would probably step on ya before I even realized it was you, sugar.”

Hosea and Sadie think that if you became a worm you should return to the earth, not because they couldn’t love you, but because they don’t think you could ever be happy as a worm if you had to live alongside humans

Abigail says “yes” automatically and without even hearing you because this is the exact brand of dumb question John comes up with when it’s just the two of them on a long trip or something.

Little Jack would say yes but it’s followed by about 1000000 questions about worms (because he’s trying to be educated so he’s be able to keep you alive in this hypothetical scenario)

Molly immediately grimaces, but she at least does you the curtesy of hesitating before she says no.

BONUS Albert Mason: almost disturbingly enthusiastic about the idea. Promises he would start a calendar series about you. A magazine. Make postcards of you. That’s how beautiful you would still be to him even if you were a worm. He’d have a travel sized terrarium he guarded with his life so he could take you to see all the natural wonders of North America and let you taste all of the soils.

[vancehopperkisser]

The grabber probably called vance special before he killed him the same way he called finney special. Probably told him he was gonna take his time too omg im gonna cry. </33