#falling in reverse x reader

[notti-stellate]

Quietly Content

a/n: This was written mostly for myself honestly, I need Ronnie to save me right now. Also is there even anyone on here who reads Ronnie fics?

Ronnie Radke x fem!reader

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I turned up my music as high as it could go, another attempt at drowning out my parent’s screams. It had been hours since my mom got home, immediately starting a fight with my dad for honestly no apparent reason. I could still hear their muffled voices as I pulled my guitar off of the wall, strumming a few cords from one of Ronnie’s songs. I longed for a quiet night with him more than anything right now, a night where no one was yelling and we could just relax in each other’s presence. I was debating whether or not to text him when my phone lit up, a picture of us before a show filling the screen.

“You have to be psychic or something” I declared, shrugging my shoulders and setting my phone on my desk.

“Well hello to you too princess,” Ronnie laughed, “How busy are you?”

“Not at all, please tell me you’re gonna come save me” I said in a pleading voice, only half joking

“Wanna come over? We can watch that scary movie or whatever it was you were talking about.”

“Ronald Radke I’m offended, how could you not remember the movie I was talking about it for like an hour yesterday…but yes absolutely I would love to.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, telling me he’ll be here in a few minutes and hanging up. I hurried around my room packing a bag for the night, not that I really needed to. I wear Ronnie’s clothes when I’m over most of the time anyways. Taking my headphones out I prepared myself to go downstairs and tell my parents I was leaving. It was like going into war at this point, at least that’s what it felt like. I tried to make less noise than usual going down the stairs, maybe I could just sneak past and they won’t notice. I got halfway to the door when my dad called my name.

“Where are you going at this hour? It better not be with that boy you’re always hanging out with, I already told you I don’t want you around him he’s a horrible influence” My mother shouted, easily redirecting her anger from my father to me.

“His name is Ronnie mom, and since when do you even care what I do” I scoffed, we’ve already fought about this multiple times and everytime she always says the same things. I felt my heartbeat speed up in anticipation of the arguing that was about to ensue. She always knew exactly how to press my buttons, people talking about Ronnie was my weak spot and she knew it.

“I don’t care what his name is, you aren’t going anywhere near that delinquent,” She stepped towards me as she spoke, “ I’m your mother so whether you like it or not I decide who you hang out with and I say absolutely not”

I felt my patience snap as she stepped closer, “You aren’t even around enough to call yourself a mother, you don’t get to just pick and choose when to be a parent. You say Ronnie is a bad influence when you’re the one who is out every night doing god knows what and coming home drunk out of your mind.” I screamed right back at her, we were so close to each other I could smell the alcohol wafting off of her. I threw my bag over my shoulder and walked out, slamming the door behind me.

Ronnie was waiting in the car as I stormed out, I assumed he probably heard us but he didn’t say anything about it as I slid in the passenger seat. He was honestly pretty used to hearing the fighting, having to rescue me more times than either of us could count. I rested my head back against the seat and closed my eyes. I felt Ronnie squeeze my leg lightly before pulling away from the house. I took a couple breaths before opening my eyes and hooking up my phone to the car. I clicked shuffle on our shared playlist and smiled happily at my boyfriend. 

There was something about Ronnie that always calmed me down, it was like it just radiated off of him. Even before we got together Ronnie was always that calming presence for me, like a lighthouse to a ship during the worst of the storm. From what I could tell it was like that for him too, it was always hard for him to relax especially after he was released but when we were alone together it was like a blanket was placed over us, making it feel like we were the only people in the world. We got to the house soon after and went straight to Ronnie’s room. Tossing my bag down next to the dresser I laid back against the headboard, it was pretty much second nature at this point. Ronnie handed me the remote and quickly slid in next to me, resting his head on my chest. One of my hands automatically started to play with his hair as I turned on the movie. Discarding the remote on the nightstand my other hand rested against his back scratching softly up and down his spine. Ronnie sighed contently, mumbling a soft ‘I love you’ as he pulled a blanket over us both. I placed a soft kiss against his hair as a whispered back, neither one of us wanting to break the peaceful quietness that surrounded us.

[dead-dovediner]

Welcome Home (!dad Ronnie x !son reader)

triggers/warnings: Use of Y/N, Incest, Somnophilia, Anal, Anal fingering, Gay sex, Protected sex, Non-consensual, Dubious-consensual, A huge amount of filth

word count: 2045

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat!

It's been a long time since your dad left for another tour, rocking around the whole wide world. However, all the shows came to an end just as the tours (for now at least), and when you heard that all so recognizable voice calling out your name from most likely the hallway; you stopped what you were doing and walked to the hallway to greet Ronnie. 

"Hey dad! How was the tour? I saw a few of the shows on media, they were sick!" He looked all the same, tattoos vibrant and colorful around his bare skin, and those damned skinny jeans he was so fond of, with that heavy eyeliner you helped him master one day. He smiled when he saw you come to greet him and gave you a side hug, messing with your hair a bit in that fatherly love.

"Kiddo! Ah, don't even mention it, it's been wild, but I'm glad to be back home! Nothing bad happened while I was gone, no? The last time we called I was in Texas, everything went good since then, hm?" He gave you one last side hug and let go of you. It wasn't an awkward interaction, the two of you just haven't been on the same page for a while, so there wasn't much to say.

"Nothing bad, nahh. Just the usual, I was with friends a ton. Nothing as exciting as to what you were doing though. I had Kyle and Sam over a few days but other then that nothing out of the ordinary." You reminiscence of the day the guys came over and the three of you ordered a bunch of junk food to eat over playing on your new PlayStation 3. It was one of those days with a lot of laughing and  shouting, total chaos in the best way possible.

"Good to hear then! I hope you guys had fun, maybe you even had a few girls over? Hm?" He raised an eyebrow in a tentative way. Of course he was curious of that, every parent wants to know about their kid's love life. 

"No- Dad," You pinched the bridge of your nose. "I told you before, no? I... I don't like girls. I'm gay." With a small sigh you give up any hope. Ronnie didn't had a bad reaction when you first came out to him, but it was clear that deep down he was hoping it was just "a phase" or something like that.

"I know Y/N, but you never know until you get your head blown with a really good sloppy blowjo-" Before he could finish that sentence you interrupted in.

"DAD! Please- stop right there. I don't want to talk about this with you." You already turned a deep red color, it wasn't that he suggested something, or that he was open to talk about it, but no one wants to hear their dad (or mom) speak about these things. 

"I'll be in my room if you need me..." You turned on your heels and left for your room, the smell of energy drinks comforting you from this embarrassing encounter. 

The band posters and other merch plastered on the walls gives your room a cozy vibe, a cave with everything that you are. And it doesn't take much for you to just flop down on your bed and drift into a deep sleep.

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It was so warm, and so soft, and it felt good. A soft whimper left you but why? You stirred out of sleep, slowly opening your eyes to the dark room. For a few seconds you couldn't see anything but the darkness, then your eyes got used to the environment and you could make out a silhouette of someone near your lap.

"ngh-" Another wave of that really good warm feeling, who was here? And what were they doing to you? It took you a few more blinks before you froze in shock.

It was your dad... He was... You can't even come to think of it. A cold sweat broke out on you and a pit was starting to sink in your stomach, but at the same time it felt so so good. It was wrong, so very wrong.

He haven't noticed that you woke up, so he was just... well, sucking you down. Continuing that sweet torment of warm, wet and soft torture. It took you all of your courage to not buckle your hips up into his mouth as he worked his magic on your dick. 

Was this really happening? Was your dad really doing this? Has he done this before? Thousands of questions were running through your head, but then Ronnie sucked a bit harder on the sensitive top of your cock, and that's all it took for him to make you moan.

Except, when someone's asleep they don't moan, right? Yeah, he stopped his actions and you almost whimpered from the loss of his lips. 

"Kiddo? Are you awake?" It was dark enough in the room for him to not see or notice that you were indeed awake; and you prayed to any God that listened that he wouldn't put it together that you're awake. 

A few silent moments passed with his warm breath still hovering over your aching shaft. You were about to cum before he stopped and your hardening was still in need of taking care, if he's going to leave, that'd be both a blessing and a curse. 

This was so bad, and you didn't want this, but... but it felt so good, your hands could never reciprocate this. But were you really about to let your dad suck you off? Not to even mention that he stills thinks you're asleep.

However since no answer came from you to his question, with a soft sigh he curled a hand over you and stroked it a few times, making your dick twitch before taking it back into his warm mouth. He worked his way slowly taking you in fully, deepthroating your length somewhat easily, so he's good at it?

Again questions start to fill in your head with all the warnings screaming at you that this is bad and you shouldn't let him do this, but the feeling of his tongue swipe over the top of your dick over and over win. At last he adds a hand and he fastens up, building you up for probably the best orgasm you ever will have.

Soft whimpers left you but that didn't stop him, ever so the opposite, it made him go all the faster and oh my gosh, the friction was unbearable of how good it was, and it didn't take long for him to drive you over the edge, popping the bubble in your stomach as you emptied in his mouth. He didn't even waste a second to swallow around you, then with a soft pop he let go of your now somewhat limp cock.

Your breathing was forced back to a normal pace and tears pricked your eyes, you had to hold back everything so he would leave without ever knowing you were awake during most of it. He dressed you back like nothing happened and left the room.

You finally let out the breath you were holding in and took a moment to process what the actual fuck just happened. How will you ever recover from this? How will you continue living with this dark secret that you now possess? 

You can't tell anyone about it, not even the walls. You didn't stop it... you didn't even tried to stop it. That's almost like consenting to it no? And you can't just say "but it felt good" in your defense, yes, it felt good but it was much more wrong then to not stop it.

You are just as disgusting as he is, if not a bit more then him.

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Days, weeks, months passed, and turns out he has been doing this often, by now it was almost like a routine. You got used to it, every fourth night he'd come into your room and satisfy you, then without a word he leaves. 

Each night you knew Ronnie would pay you a visit you stayed up and lived through it every damned time. It never got boring or not as good, each time it was just as good as it was the first time. 

His warm mouth enveloping you deep each time, it was like a second home. You felt safe in his hands, and the bells still rang in your ear how bad this was, however you learned to love it. The thrill of being in this one-sided wicked relationship with you own dad.

One day was different though... Ronnie took his sickness to a new level. Just as usual it was the fourth day and you were pretending to be asleep, he pulled off your shorts and boxers down to your knees, however he didn't start stroking you or anything.

Instead, he put something wet near your back entrance, which was weird at first. Then it clicked, he was preparing you for anal... It was intimidating, the thought of giving your virginity to your dad. 

After rubbing in the lube precisely, he took one finger and slowly pushed it inside, he almost moaned, probably because he's been thinking about doing this for so long. Finally he was about to fuck you. Another finger slipped in, and it felt weird, almost as if it was in your lower stomach, yet it felt great. The stretching part not so much, but the way his fingers grazed your walls was heavenly.

It was already hard to keep calm, but when he removed his fingers and lined his own hardening up to your ass it took all the strength in you not to yelp when he took advantage of your semi-helpless body. Ronnie let out a deep whimper, one he was definitely holding back in for some time.

He waited for a few seconds in consideration to let your body expand to the sudden intrusion. Then he started rocking his hips back and forth, moving slowly and softly as to "not wake you up". It was a great yet weird feeling, a tingling to be exact, it was something new but not bad.

Ronnie took some more lube and made sure to not hurt you, which was sweet if we're not talking about how he's currently raping you. With more lube between the two of you he became more confident with his thrusts, and with those thrusts he made way more friction on your walls.

It was undeniably good, and when his free hand wrapped around your dick a shiver went down your back from the overwhelmingly good combination of the two. His softly throbbing dick thrusting in and out of you as his hands made a good effort on your own shaft.

He dared to go a bit rougher with time, and your orgasm kept building and building up as he was pounding into your ass with his hands going feral on your wet cock.

Then with a few sloppier in and outs he came into you? Was there even a condom? However you didn't feel much of it, so you guessed there was indeed a condom, thankfully. He waited a few seconds still buried inside you, filling your soft and stretched hole, then he pulled out completely.

You heard the bed creak and shuffling then his hands on you as he dressed you back up like he always does. And without another sound he left and closed your room's door behind. You opened your eyes and slowly sat up, it wasn't unbearable or too bad, but the soft soreness was definitely there.

You didn't even cum this time... and so without a choice you pushed your clothes back down, and took your still hard dick into your hand and tried to chase after the high you didn't get this time.

It took you long enough to finally spill your semen onto your hands, panting from the effort with small sweat beads covering you. So was it going to be like this from now on? No more free blowjobs, but this unfulfilling sex? Sure, it was good as hell, but you didn't cum only after.

Well, that's for future you to find out, for now you just have to hold onto this sick and dark secret for a while longer.

[magicalbunbun]

Will cipher being done.

Fun fact about will and y/n relationship:

Will sees y/n as a mother/best friend he ever haved, so yep they where this close to eachother.

[hanafubukki]

Would you love me if you knew?

Thinking about time loop theory and all the yuus, thinking about how you are all the yuus.

But instead of forgetting every lifetime, you remember every single time loop, no matter who you are.

Once you were yuuken, then yuuka, then yuuta, then yuuya, etc (even the game Yuu)

And every timeline you remember, you try so hard to end it but you can’t. No matter what you do, the ending is always the same.

Back to the beginning. Something always going wrong and you and many others dead.

People would think you’d have given up by now? But you haven’t.

Not only because you wanted to escape the time loop, but because no matter who you were, no matter how you changed, they always loved you. They chose you.

Every single time.

You also wanted to save them.

It didn’t matter how, when, or where.

You would save them.

You’ll do whatever it takes to free everyone from this cursed fate.

Because no matter however long it’s been, they are yours and you are theirs.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: possessive Ford 👏.

It was a seldom rule...a rule that people in town would usually follow.

'Don't touch Standford's wife'

Everyone knew that!

Even though the townies tried to tell the man that was hitting on you to just leave you be he decided to ignore them.

They didn't know of he was stupid or just didn't care but either way it was out of their hands now.

Not when Ford caught wind of it, oh be he'll learn they always do.

Running his thumb across your swollen lips, wiping away the lipstick. Your body was still trembling from the love making. You did your best to catch your breath as Ford fixed himself, the man not caring much about your disheveled appearance or know he wanted that bastard to know how good he fucked you.

"Do you think, you could ever handle her." Ford tried to not growl as his fingers ran down your neck, tracing the marks he left her.

He tensed, body ridged as he slowly turned to face the man tied in the chair trembling. His fingers pushing up his glasses they tinted in the light, the Author taking another step towards him. "Pathetic."

His fingers clutching an amulet in his grasp as he bent down to meet the terrified gaze of the man, a smirk slowly forming on his lips. "I'll show you what it mean's to touch what is mine...it's just a shame you won't live through it but your careless act will be a warning to the other's."

Adverting her gaze from the grizzly act, you examined your nails doing your best to tune out the man's screams.

You knew this man's death would mean nothing, it never did but at least it was good entertainment not to mention Ford spoiling you after the deed was done.

Slipping off the desk, you sauntered over to the man as your arms wrapped around his waist. "If you're not careful you'll get blood over your nice suit."

Scoffing, Ford adverted his gaze as he stepped away from the corpse. "I'm fine...though I may have went a bit over board." He muttered. "I'll have someone clean this up. I want that dress burned."

"Perfect! I had my eye's set on a cute set."

Grasping his hand, his fingers bringing a comfort, a touch that washed away that man's touch. "Anything for you dear."

[yan-randomfandom]

Stanford gleeful x reader

angst

go buck wild I need food

Yandere!Stanford Gleeful x GN!Reader

warnings: violence, chains

[REVERSE FALLS] unfortunately, I'm too uneducated about Reverse Falls so this is all I got 😔✊ actually it's mostly Stanford I'm confused about cuz WHO IS HE IN RF??

The man himself, Stanford Gleeful. Someone who's been dead to you for years. Decades. Your supposed to be fiancé.

He's standing right in front of you. You simply stared, your chest heaving deliberate breaths.

"I missed you," he exhaled after a long while.

You blinked. Even then, after all these years, your anger hasn't subsided. Your face shifted into a violent grimace, your eyes glazing. "No, no. You can't do this to me."

Ford narrowed his eyes. "Whatever do you mean, my love? I'm back. You should be happy."

Irritation crawled through your blood. He's still playing this goddamn game. Change will never be within his reach, won't it?

This is the man who promised the world to you. The man who said he loved you more than anything. Who said he won't ever leave you alone.

Even if those are all true, it doesn't change the fact that he's a monster.

Because this is the same man who abandoned you. The man who chose to ignore you. Who fucking had the gall to bring destruction into Gravity Falls.

You could never love a man like that.

Turning around, you find it in yourself to walk away. There's nothing more to talk about with Stanford Gleeful.

"Eurk!"

A tight, cold sensation wrapped around your neck. You wheezed, your hands immediately raising to touch it.

"You should have known you couldn't walk away from me like this, sweetheart," he grunted, pulling you in.

Once you faced him, you gasped at the long sight of blue chains linking you back to him. Tears poured out of your eyes.

...There is nowhere left to go when the Gleeful family reigns over Gravity Falls.

[tsukiusagi180]

please do some stanford gleeful x reader headcanons PLEASE 🙏

I've never read or written about Stanford Gleeful, I really hope it matches his reverse personality!

gender neutral

• Stanford Gleeful is a rather cold and cruel person.

• the first time he saw you was at the twins' tent, that night he came I was a little blind

• he despised you

• he loved what he saw, you

• to confess his feelings i think he would play on the fact that he has money, because well who wouldn't want some? you

• he understands that you are special, he invites you to a restaurant and surprise? the current goes very well

• in a relationship Stanford would be cold in front of others but in private it would be a completely different story

•likes to torture Will and often invites you to do it with him, you have two choices:

° you like to torture will too, it makes ford more and more in love to see that despite your angel face you are a real demon

°you have a heart and you refuse to torture this poor demon, ford feels his heart beating every time you say no. he thinks you are his opposite, you really are an angel

•even if he can be cruel to you it's not his intention, it's just his personality

• I think he'll give you a crystal to keep an eye on you, because well you belong to him what question

•to sum up: Stanford gleeful would do his best to be a good partner despite his selfish and mean side, he loves you very much

[thequietkid-moonie]

I want to be together and tell the stars about you

[ DRABBLE ] [ Reverse 1999 ]

> Established relasionship, falling sleep in their shoulder

Vila

She knew this may happen and probably was her plan all along, she could tell you were feeling tired and she didn't wanted you to force yourself, still she can't help but chuckle when you fell sleep in her shoulder, she stares a little before grapping her arm around you to hold you closer, making sure you are comfortable before joking about what would you do without her and wishing you sweet dreams, and its okay if you are already sleep and don't heard her, this is not the last time she would say it

Sonetto

The moment you rested your head on her shoulder she was taken by surprise, looking at you while asking if you are alright, if you need something and even asking if you don't prefer to sleep in bed, but the answer never came since you were already sleep, Sonetto tilts her head a little just to get distracted by your sleepy expression, she can't help but stare a little before smiling, deciding to just let you rest before looking away to continue whatever she was doing

Matilda

The moment she felt your head fall in her shoulder Matilda tensed up completely, and seeing you already sleep just make her even more flustered annoyed, she is trying to be mad at you and scold you but she is just stuttering under her breath how inappropriate and offensive towards her this is while her blush just grows more and more, it takes her a while but she finally managed to gather the willpower to calm down and let you be (altought, she will be discreetly looking at you a few times)

Sweetheart

It is quite the risk to do such thing as fall sleep in her shoulder, she should praise you for your boldness, but Sweetheart guess that it wouldn't be much of a problem to let you be just this time, after all you are her favorite person, but at least she will take a little advantage and look at you, gently put the straids of your hair behind your ear and enjoy the beautiful sight of your peaceful expression, so vulnerable and comfortable, and thats when she decides that this is a sight she wants all for herself so you better not do this with anyone else

Ezra

He is not too happy with this, he doesn't mind and may even be a little flattered that you find his presence so comforting and peaceful that you can fall sleep, the problem is that if you sleep in a position like this you may end up hurting yourself but looking at your peaceful expression makes him hard to try to wake you up, after a moment and with a sigh he decides to just try to adjust his position so you can rest in a more comfortable way, even letting you lay more on him (as flustering that may be)

Diggers

It is sure to say that Diggers is quite fascinated by the way you simply rest your head gently in his shoulders before falling sleep, is cute and quite the adorable sight, it makes his heart happy knowing that you feel so comfortable to even fall sleep at his side, he can't help but chuckle even when he gently cover his mouth when he relizes it, he doesn't want to accidentally wake you up, it take him a while to get his eyes out of you and when he does he decide blow bubbles to protect your peaceful sleep

Getian

Even if you were sleepy it still takes by surprise the moment you rested your head on his shoulders, Getian looked at you and expected for you to say something, thinking you may need something, but quickly noticed the way your eyes were closed and the soft raise and fall on your chest, humming to himself and staring a little longer just to appreciate the peace you are in right before looking away while grapping one of his wings around you so you can rest more comfortable

X

He was in the middle of telling you about his new ideas for new inventions, it is rude to fall sleep when someone is talking to you, you know? Still, X already expected it, not for nothing he dragged you to his lab and was a bit more quiet and calm than normal, he just look at you with a smile, moving a little just so you can be more comfortable before returning to his plans, holding one of your hand gently

[the-rolls-on-black]

guys.....what if we started designing our self inserts/oc's in the gravity falls aus

[azen13]

Your thoughts about yandere zhongli but in the au where you are the archon are tasty.... unfortunately, I don't think Zhongli will keep your Gnosis because it would be reneging on a contact and he is Contracts. But imagine... what if you sealed Morax away, and he (much like Azhdaha in canon) managed to split off a small part of himself to exist as a human, "Zhongli" the funeral parlour consultant? Your most devout worshipper.... until he frees your old enemy and friend, Morax. ♡

anon ur so real for this. i 100% agree zhongli wouldn't keep ur gnosis bc. god of contracts. the part about splitting off a small part of himself??? u truly ate. anyways here's a little drabble based on that idea! i had to rewrite it bc my laptop died and i lost my progress sobs

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CW: Yandere Themes, Implied Stalking

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Every prayer made in your name is like a melody. They float across Teyvat, weaving together in a resonant unceasing chorus. From a young child wishing for protection for her father, to an old man begging for more time with his wife.

But beneath all the moving lines, beneath all the trills and mordents, is a peculiar prayer. A low, droning hum, one that seems to have gone on for centuries. When you listen to other prayers, you can glean out what it is saying. But while this one speaks in a language you know, it utters words you cannot understand. No matter how many sleepless nights you spend trying to decode its desires, they remain incomprehensible.

All that you know is that the person speaking it is deeply, utterly in love.

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You hear it one day when you walk through the streets of Liyue, masquerading amongst mortals to understand their troubles. The sun has barely risen, its first rays turning the eaves of homes a warm amber color as you walk through Chihu rock.

Then you hear it. That low, rumbling tone, like an earthquake. It's coming from all around you, but you can't see anyone in front of you, so you spin around.

All you see is a man dressed in fine clothing, a slightly confused expression plastered on his face. Harmless. Unassuming. Even still, you cannot help but think that he looks strikingly like Morax.

"My apologies, I thought I heard something." You offer a kind smile, ready to turn away quickly, but the stranger steps forward.

"You are quite alright. It is quite early in the morning, so some exercise must be cautioned," he says, Cor Lapis colored eyes gazing at you intently. He even sounds exactly like Morax. His voice almost brings you to tears, but you sidestep your sorrows. "Perhaps we could walk together if you are concerned about danger?" The stranger asks.

You shake your head. "Thank you, but I would hate to impose on your time," you say. For some reason, the stranger's face tightens, almost imperceptibly so, but you see it in the slight frown of his lips, the narrowing of his eyes.

"I assure you," the man says, taking another step towards you, "I have no plans this morning." His words have an almost godlike authority to them, though you quickly brush aside that thought. You sense no such power from this man.

Taking another step back, you look into his eyes, as beautiful as polished amber, and stand firm. "I insist, I'm alright," you say, faking levity.

There is a moment of silence before the stranger lets out a soft sigh. "So be it," he says, pausing for a moment. "At the very least, may I know your name?"

By this point, you already want to leave. This man, human or not, is simply off-putting by how similar he is to Morax, in appearance, in voice, even in mannerisms. Still, you manage to stay smiling. "I'm Y/N," you say, offering your hand.

The stranger grasps your hand quickly in an almost vice-like grip. "I go by Zhongli," the man responds. He holds onto your hand for just a millisecond too long, but you don't pay it much mind. Letting go, Zhongli gives you a slight, almost unnoticeable smile. "I sincerely hope we meet again, Mx. Y/N," he says, turning around and casually walking away.

Something tells you that you will, in fact, meet him again.

[starzwave]

Me when I see ZERO fics about Reverse Falls—DUDES, THERE ARE SO MUCH GOOD DESIGNS OF REVERSE FALLS, LIKE WHERE ARE THE FICS???

Ngl I might actually write a fic about it? (I got some headcanons cooking up inside of my head—that I need to type out a FULL fic or else I'll go insane)

[myliliofthevalley]

Reversing the Spell - [prologue]

Pairing: rev!Dipper x f!Reader Warnings: - Word count: 1.4k

In which [Reader] comes to Reverse Falls for the summer to visit her cousin, Gideon. Watch as she slowly encounters the eccentricities of this seemingly boring town and uncovers dark secrets of the Mystery Twins.

In this part: [Reader] arrives to Reverse Falls and meets the beloved cast. There seems to be an instant resentment between Gleeful and [Reader]...

a/n: I found this in my drafts and I thought why not start a series based off it! Hopefully, this will become my excuse to write more, I feel kinda bad for abandoning my barely-started blog for a few months… Oh well, enjoy!

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[Reader] breathed in the fresh mountain air as she stepped outside.

The school year had just ended when her parents decided for her to spend her summer vacation with her great-uncle and cousin. She had never even heard of their existence before, so you can imagine her shock when her parents forced her to get on the shady bus. Poor thing threatened to fall apart at the mere contact of a tire with the smallest pebble.

She glanced around. She was the only one to step out the shabby bus. Of course she was. This town was practically unheard of. It was so insignificant, it wasn't marked on any map of Oregon.

Her cousin should arrive anytime now. Her parents briefly described him to her, so he shouldn't be too hard to spot. She doubted there were many short albino guys here anyway.

Oh there he was. In his true glory, he shyly made his way towards her, sporting a black and periwinkle hoodie, baggy jeans and a white and blue cap with a huge pine tree on it. Walking beside him was a tall blonde gal with big turquoise triangle earrings and big blue eyes. Probably a friend of his? She was sporting a pink and purple sweater with tights with matching leg warmers and turquoise shorts.

“You must be [Reader], right?” said the white haired boy. “I'm Gideon-”

“And I'm Pacifica!” joined excitedly the blonde. “I think we should give you a town tour after you get to see the Mystery Shack. What do you think?”

"I honestly don't see why not..."

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The Mystery Shack was alright.

…

Yeah, no, that's all [Reader] could say about it. It was just an old wooden cabin. Nothing too special.

While, sure, it contributed to vibe of the environment, with the tall imposing pine trees and dubious glowing mushrooms, it didn't seem like the ideal place to be living in.

It looked as if the stairs would creak loudly underneath her feet, threatening to crack in perfect halves. As if, when she’d get up to drink some water in the middle of the night, the floor would break, sending her tumbling to the room below. As if she'd find a big crusty cockroach underneath her bedsheets, serving as her new roommate for the summer.

But she couldn't deny the coziness that the tourist trap held. It had this inexplicable air of liveliness and warmth that not many homes held. Maybe that's why the tourists kept coming here, despite the obvious money grab.

“Alrightyyy, are you ready for a town tour?” said Pacifica, excitement written all over her features.

“I suppose so… What is there to be seen?” replied [Reader] unsurely.

“I mean, there's an arcade, there's a small shopping centre… there's also Greasy's Diner. It has some pretty good food.” joined Gideon, continuing to stare at the wet spot on the wooden ceiling.

They were currently in attic, in the very room all three were supposed to share. Despite appearances, the place was quite large, so sharing a space with her cousin shouldn't be too hard for [Reader].

Gideon was laying on his bed, as if he were a dead man in a coffin. His cap has been long discarded on the floor, right next to a sketchy red journal and his hoodie, leaving him in just a pale blue t-shirt and his jeans. Pacifica was at her tiny vanity comparing earrings, trying to settle for which one to wear while going out. In the end she decided to go for the big blue triangles that she wore when [Reader] arrived. The other girl was sitting on the edge of her bed, right in the corner of the room. She had just finished unpacking and she was playing around with one of Pacifica's many plushies, a round yellow chicken with a cylinder top hat and a monocle.

“Greasy's Diner?” [Reader] raised an eyebrow. “I suppose I'm pretty hungry, although I'd rather visit something else first.”

“Oh! How about we bring you to the Mystery Twins and thennnn to Greasy's! They have a show every now and then.” Pacifica grabbed her hairbrush. “Sure, they aren't the friendliest bunch, but their acts are fun!”

“The Mystery Twins? Are they some sort of performers?” [Reader] was confused. Rightfully so, not often did she come to random towns in the middle of nowhere. From what she the cousins have told her, it was full of weird people and even weirder phenomena. She was intrigued.

“I suppose you could say that.” Gideon sighed, getting up. “I'm not sure it's a good idea tho, I really don't want to see Mabel right now…”

“Oh, come on! She needs to at least know who to beware.” Pacifica pointed at him with her hairbrush in an accusatory way. The two started to banter.

“Wait, who are these twins?” [Reader], looked at the two as if it was a very unhinged tennis match.

“Oh don't worry, just some evil stuck ups.” said Pacifica. “In all seriousness tho, they should be avoided.”

“Yeah. They're just a pair of twins, about our age, who just perform magic tricks in a stupid blue tent. Mason and Mabel Gleeful. Tho everyone just calls Mason Dipper.” Gideon got up and grabbed his hat. “Shall we go?”

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The walk to the Tent was uneventful, the trio was inducing in small chit chat and the occasional playful banter. [Reader], despite her original reluctancy, found herself enjoying her cousins’ presence. Perhaps this summer won't be so bad.

The Mystery Tent was… well, of course, a tent. A blue tent. A simple blue tent with some form of colourful pentagram drawn on it. Given how pricey the tickets were, the show better be worth the hustle.

The trio took their seats, [Reader] getting to be in the middle with Gideon to the left and Pacifica to the right. The lights suddenly turned off, indicating the beginning of the show.

A short and rather beautiful girl came on the stage, wearing a black bodysuit with black tights and heels. A bright blue blazer rested on her shoulders, her nails sporting a sparkly version of the same bright colour. Her brunette hair was styled in neat curls, a chunky headband adorning the top of her head akin to a tiara. On it was attached some sort of turquoise stone, different intensities dancing among it's surface. The lids of her magnetic grey eyes were coloured a shimmery blue, matching the theme of her outfit and the decor.

A tall young man stepped on the stage right next to her. He had neatly combed back brown hair with a singular white streak running through it. He wore black high waisted dress pants and a black button up blouse, with a blue waistcoat and cape that matched his eyes. It was the only real difference between him and his sister, really. The contrast of grey and blue was so striking it was as if foreshadowing their natures - the grey, her unpredictable personality, akin to a devastating storm, the blue the iciness of his attitude, the sharp edge of his speech, the hard stone-like stare. On his forehead, peaking beneath his perfectly styled bangs, could be seen a mark in the shape of the Big Dipper.

That's definitely where he got his nickname from. thought [Reader]. There's no doubt.

He wore a black bolo tie with the same sort of stone his sister had attached to it. There was something undeniably intriguing about these makeshift talismans, magnetic energy as if radiating from their surface.

Suddenly, as if sensing her stare, he turned his gaze toward [Reader]. His face was devoid of any emotions, his stoicism creating a glare on his perfect features. Hatred could be as if seen in his orbs and she couldn't help but start to resent him as well. There was something about him that made her blood boil and she would be unable to explain it even if she tried. His mere presence was irritating her, she couldn't think about anything else but how much she wanted to leave. Escape his scrutinizing glare and go devour a whole tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream. How could someone be so awful from just a stare? There was something plainly evil about his nature and she didn't like it one bit.

This was going to be one long summer.

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[n0n3xsisting]

𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑵

Ronnie Radke x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Attempted suicide if this is sensitive towards you I suggest you don't read this

The rehearsal room felt empty without Y/n. The energy was off, and Ronnie had been pacing for the last thirty minutes, his phone clutched tightly in his hand.

“Still nothing?” Derek asked, tuning his guitar.

Ronnie shook his head, his jaw clenching. He’d texted, called, and even left a voicemail—something he almost never did. Y/n hadn’t replied. That wasn’t like her.

“She probably just needed some space,” Ryan suggested, though his tone betrayed his own unease.

Ronnie stopped pacing, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, maybe. But she would’ve at least said something.”

Without another word, he grabbed his jacket and keys, ignoring the band’s questioning looks as he stormed out.

When he pulled up to Y/n’s apartment, his stomach twisted. Her car was still parked outside, and the lights were on, but there was no sign of movement. Ronnie tried calling her again, listening to the ringtone echo from inside. No answer.

“Come on, Y/n,” he muttered, pounding on her door. “Open up!”

Silence.

The uneasy feeling in his chest turned into full-blown panic. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out the spare key she’d given him ages ago—a “just in case” gesture that she probably regretted now. Without hesitation, he unlocked the door and stepped inside.

The smell hit him first: a mix of stale alcohol and something metallic. His eyes scanned the living room, and his heart stopped when he saw her.

Y/n was lying face down in the hallway, her body eerily still. A bottle of pills was tipped over nearby, the tiny capsules scattered across the floor. Blood pooled beneath her hand, which hung limply at her side, her knuckles scraped raw.

“Shit,” Ronnie breathed, rushing to her side.

He dropped to his knees, shaking her shoulder gently. “Y/n! Hey, wake up!” His voice cracked, panic creeping in as she didn’t respond.

He turned her over carefully, his hands trembling as he checked her pulse. It was there—weak but steady. Relief flooded through him, but it was short-lived as he took in the cuts on her arms and the ashen pallor of her face.

“Damn it, Y/n,” he muttered, pulling his phone out to call 911. His voice was tight as he rattled off her address and explained the situation, barely keeping himself together.

After hanging up, Ronnie stayed by her side, brushing her hair out of her face. “You’re gonna be fine,” he murmured, more to himself than to her. “You have to be.”

When the paramedics arrived, Ronnie stepped back, letting them take over. They asked him questions—what had happened, how long she’d been like this—but all he could do was shake his head. He didn’t have answers. All he knew was that he wasn’t going to let her go through this alone.

The hospital room was cold and sterile, the fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow over everything. Ronnie sat in the chair next to Y/n’s bed, his leg bouncing anxiously as he waited for her to wake up.

She looked so fragile, her arms bandaged and an IV in her hand. It didn’t seem real. Y/n, who was always so fiery, so full of life, reduced to this.

When her eyes fluttered open, Ronnie leaned forward, his heart pounding. “Y/n?”

Her gaze was unfocused at first, but then she looked at him, confusion and shame flickering across her face. “Ronnie?” Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper.

“What the hell, Y/n?” he asked, his voice raw with emotion. “What were you thinking?”

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she turned her head away. “I wasn’t,” she admitted, her voice cracking.

Ronnie ran a hand down his face, trying to steady himself. “You scared the shit out of me,” he said softly. “Do you have any idea what it was like to walk in and see you like that?”

She didn’t respond, tears streaming silently down her cheeks.

He stood and paced the room, his hands clenching and unclenching. “Look, I get it. Life sucks sometimes. But you don’t get to just—” He stopped himself, his voice breaking. “You don’t get to leave. Not like that.”

Y/n finally looked at him, her eyes filled with regret. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Ronnie sat back down, leaning his elbows on his knees as he stared at her. “Don’t say sorry. Just... don’t ever do this again. Promise me.”

She nodded weakly, but it wasn’t enough for him. He reached out, taking her hand in his. “I mean it, Y/n. Promise me.”

“I promise,” she said, her voice trembling.

For a long moment, they just sat there in silence, the weight of everything hanging heavy in the air. Ronnie didn’t know what was going to happen next, but one thing was certain: he wasn’t going to let her go through this alone.

Not now, not ever.

[magicalbunbun]

Reverse falls Y/n.

I like to think that y/n takes place of stanford.

(She is a gleeful)

[wisteriaiswriting]

Stanford Gleeful + Will Cipher Dating Headcanons (Seperate)

Words: 155

Requests: STANFORD GLEEFUL PLEASE and maybe will cipher x reader Requested By: 🕯️🃏 anon

He is probably the most possessive person ever.

Will only take you to fancy and/or expensive restaurants. (He only wants the best for you.)

Keeps you around him 24/7, with very minimal exceptions.

This extends to you going out, if he isn’t there with you he’ll have his ways of watching over you.

Absolutely spoils you with anything you could dream of, (Almost) nothing is off limits with him.

You two get practically no alone time due to the Gleefuls.

While he adores the small amount of time you two can get, he becomes so worried and scared about ‘What would happen if we get caught?’

He really tries to keep you away from the Gleefuls, it’s for your safety, please…

Has started dreaming due to the relationship, mainly about how life could be if he was free and living with you.

But for now he’ll worryingly sneak around for some private time.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

➤𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 || Stanley Gleeful ||

A/n: no one asked for this,but had to write something for a reverse! Falls Stan

Stanley Gleeful was a greedy man, the people that really knew him might say he is a psychopath, mean and deceitful but you didn't see him as any of those things.

He didn't think that his charms would work that well on you. The man was honestly just trying to rob you of your money with you being tourist, it should have been easy.

You fell for his honeyed words easily enough so why did enjoy being around you so much. You were just some random broad, Stan should hate the way you smiled at him, how you giggled when he preformed one of his little tricks.

He really shouldn't take satisfaction in killing that piece of shit you were with though he had to admit how lax you were about it until you let slip how abusive the man was.

Maybe he loved you, maybe it was an obsession but Stan was going to show that you were his and his alone to all these bastards, to anyone that would dare to step in his office.

"Be a good girl for me." Stan muttered against your neck as his hand glided up your thigh pushing up your skirt. God he would love nothing more than to rip your clothes off.

A whimper escaped your lips feeling his fingers brush your warmth through your panties, teasing you.

"Stan."

Lips against your neck, his other hand held you firmly in place. "You're gonna look so good draped in nothin but my amulet doll face....I'm gonna fuck ya so hard you're gonna forget my name."

Breath hitching, your eyes slipped closed as you let your nails dig into his desk as he pushed your panties aside slowly teased your slit.

"Now, now darlin. Don't old back for little old me. I want those fuckers to hear what I am doing to you."