#latrg

[littleelzey]

I love them so so so much

[queenbruv]

the thing is that when you decide to watch lars and the real girl all you're gonna know ahead of time is that it's a ryan gosling movie from 2007 about a grown man who orders a sex doll online and treats the doll like it's his real girlfriend. and naturally you'll go "what a strange premise for a romcom! surely this movie will primarily be making jokes at the expense of Guy Who Pretends His Doll Is Real." and then 1.5 hours later you'll be sobbing at your stupid kitchen table about family and community and positive representations of mental illness. and youll go what the fuck just happened to me

[yikesb3rg]

[pineappical]

you can also get this as a sticker over here! 💕

[theduckeminence]

I feel like we as goslingplier (characters, not the real ppl) fans should tap in more into the deeper aspects & themes of these ships. Especially considering how a lot of Mark’s projects (including Iron Lung) tap into a lot of the cosmic/existential/eldritch horror, the supernatural, & the whole messy timeline-paradoxical whatnot.

Discodoll fans, I wanna see more of Wilford & Ken having deep existential conversations of life and death. How Wilford’s perception of life and death is conflicted with Ken’s morality as he slowly becomes more and more human. Or how Ken is confronted with Wilford’s past and the unending grief he unknowingly holds towards Damien and Celine & why they both “abandoned him.” Give me that sense of codependency between a broken man who is drowning in loneliness and abandonment & an unwanted, forgotten doll.

Stuntstar fans, I wanna see more of Mark’s deepest insecurities getting to him. Give me Mark becoming slowly corrupted by the Manor and the voices within it making him worse and worse over time. How Celine leaving him only deepened his suicidal depression, his self-hatred. I wanna see Actor Mark & Colt’s rivalry & how it comes down to how Mark becomes envious of Colt. Of how Colt was able to be so happy and content with his career and making people like him in ways that he doesn’t understand why people can admire him like that. He’s a fucking stuntman, for gods sake! What does that messy looking blonde, blue-eyed idiot have that he doesn’t!? I want to see how Mark’s envy turns into a twisted version of admiration and want. A crush that Mark refuses to identify as such, or else that’ll be another reason to despise himself.

Deathflowers/Darkichoir & Realcarnation fans, I wanna see more of Damien and Lars relationship prior to the birth of Darkiplier. While I do love the softness the two of them hard, that doesn’t make Damien’s past & fate any quieter. I wanna see Lars being left heartbroken when Damien vanishes. I wanna see Lars be ridden with an overwhelming amount of emotions when he thought he saw Damien again only to be mistaken (Actor Mark), or worst, rejected.

I wanna see Darkiplier coming to stalk and visit Lars at the dead of night and Lars being terrified of him. I wanna see Dark trying desperately to convince Lars that they are and aren’t who they say they are. I wanna see Dark be deeply conflicted over his affections for Lars (Damien) & needing to push forward towards vengeance (Celine). I wanna see Dark wanting to be soft to Lars but being so supernaturally and more entity than human, they hesitate and struggle to not be angry anymore.

I wanna see Dark to feel like they’re being torn apart and become drained from the exhaustion of his rage & Mark’s mind games. I wanna see Lars drape that blanket over Dark’s shoulders in an effort to comfort him. I wanna see Dark/Damien apologize over and over to Lars, saying how it wasn’t supposed to be like this. How he wasn’t the man he used to be. The man that promised Lars the whole world. And that he’s so sorry for leaving him behind & failing him.

[justmine-lindstrm]

Purity Kiss ♡ ☾ Lars Lindstrom | LATRG ☽

Purity Kiss ♡ ☾ Lars Lindstrom | Lars and the real girl ☽

Summary: Lars and his real first kiss

Pairing: Lars Lindstrom x afab!reader! volunteer

Warning: fluff, slight swearing,

Words Count: 3k

Note: lmao tot this was only 2k wc but i think i went little detailed. maybe lars is just that really detail in my imagination. I wrote this way back in April but I find it lame, it went to three total revisions before completing it at all lol. enjoy btw!

Disclaimer: This is a non-profit fan work made for entertainment purposes only. All rights and credits belong to the original creators. Any fictional elements or resemblance to real people or events are purely coincidental.

|| MASTERLIST ||

Lars has really no idea when. when this tighten in his chest starts whenever you are around. He's always been silent. He's used just to be in the background. He's wanted no attention from anybody else. He just existed somewhere and that's enough for him.

Well, not until you got into the picture. 

You were just some regular stranger for him that he would like to keep unknown, least he would like to know from everyone is none other but their names.

Speaking of everyone, they were all expecting him to end up alone. with no one. Could be with his family? family of his elder brother. No other than that. But him staying at his safe place alone and not letting anyone, definitely leads them presuming him alone.

That doesn't bother him, he is used to it, but what he worries about most was this newly introduced feeling in his chest that he couldn't get off for weeks now. This ain't fear. not social anxiety. very different. It’s there but he’s not doing anything to kick it off, doesn’t want to kick it off.

“Hey, Lars. Nice hair today huh.” You have something to compliment on him every time you see him. Once a week actually, since two of you were volunteers in this org—traveling nearby towns, feeding orphans, hosting events, donations and stuff.

Lars runs his palm to the side of his head to keep his bushed up hair while trying to hide the smile on his lips under that newly trimmed mustache. Beneath those big baby was a beating heart—that again he doesn't know when it started.

Could it be from the first day you were paired to him?

“...You'll be with Lars this month.” Gurner said to you announcing who you’ll be paired with this month. He saw no complaints or even a word from you. 

You were stunning in that plain peach sweater you were wearing and that was a problem with Lars. He doesn't want to interact with anyone, especially with someone good-looking like you.

"But.. Miss Gurner... I thought I won't be paired with anybody else?” Lars protested, heavily blinking his eyes. He doesn't not like you. He is just simply non-functional when he is with somebody else. "A member moved to another state, so you all are in even numbers now. so everyone must have a partner whether you like it or not, Lars." explained to him. 

Left no choice, You and Lars proceed that day working side by side.

The avoidance to your eyes was pretty noticeable. You would like to address it but you let him take time to get used to your presence. Before the day ends, You gave him bottled water with sticky notes saying ‘You did great today, Lars. See you next week!’

To Lars, your energy felt like something that couldn’t be contained—soft, bright, spilling out of you in a way that pulled people in without trying.

You weren’t just pretty.

You were radiant.

He was still trying to recall when this all started. Would it be on the second week he met you?

Since volunteers have this change of routine every week, Lars and You landed in a hosting task where both of you will be leading the event. It was just very simple, engaging to the young ones, making people get their attention, and speaking in front of everyone. Easy like that. As easy as Lars trembles just thinking about it.

“You good?” You asked him. Lars was forced to talk to you continuously because of this task. He needed help, and luckily you were good at it. 

He nodded in response but mouth was still shut and lips were flat as a line. not wanting to let any words skip out of it. “Do I really have to do this? C-can’t I just you know— carry boxes? prepare food?”

“You can do it Lars.” You smiled at him, “Plus I got your back. You don’t have to worry if you made a mistake there. It's completely normal.” Your voice was so warm and comforting. Your words were like enough assurance for him to carry on. 

Event kick off. The small piece of paper on his hand with his script and program flow on it was shaking. Lars continued trying not to show how shaky his voice was, "T-to formally start, may I request everyone to r-rise for a moment of prayer, followed by the singing of the National Anthem..." 

When the focus diverted to the priest who will lead the prayer, Lars immediately went to the back of the background tarp. As you followed him, you saw his eyes with tears build up and face red as tomato. "I can't... I can't..." His voice shaking. He was expecting you to tell him what he should do in the next scripts or at worst force him back to the stage.

"No worries, You don't have to." You said while a hand comforting him by rubbing his shoulders, He often doesn't let people do that, not even Karin— the closest woman he has right now. "You took the step, stood in front of everyone and that was enough. You already did well there."

Was it just you pitying him? No. 

You see it as pure bravery. 

You don't know him much, you barely talk to him, but you were a great observant. You knew it was too much for him, for someone who barely says words on a daily basis. 

Lars couldn't forget how he felt the ghost of your touch in his shoulders and arms throughout that day. 

Never felt any single heat from it, it wasn't on fire. It wasn't painful. It didn’t burn his skin. It was soft. Softer than his favorite pillow when he uses it for the first time. Been a while since he felt that. That was a good time before life turns to hell— which like a burden baggage he unintentionally brings it everywhere he goes.

Starting in that week, he counts every day, like how he used to count in the calendar his birthday once his birth month started when he was a kid. 

He feels like he can now make new friends. He is ready to make friends, unlike in his work where he was forcedly friends with Kurt since he was the nearest coworker he could share a new pornsite that he saw. But was it really for friends? Friends don't feel butterflies in their stomachs, do they?

On the third week of being paired with Lars, you learn many things about him as he starts telling you stories. It was like he kept it all whole life and started to tell all at once. Indeed. Lars was waiting for the week to be over just to tell it to you.

He continued to tell him his childhood and you kept the conversation going by asking him all related to himself. “You seemed like a very… enthusiast when you were a kid. aren't you?”

and he smiled while wiping the plates that were newly washed, “Yeah.” He simply said but with a pinch of bitterness in his voice. 

You don't like this awkward silence and dead end of a conversation. You always came up with ideas to divert attention.

“We should exchange phone numbers, y’know?” You suggest. He does look hesitant but he is more excited with the idea of easily getting in touch with you. “S-sure, why not?”

Wednesday after that week, your number was kept in his contacts but he barely sends you messages. You were expecting him to continuously be talkative just like how he was last Saturday, but you barely received a message from him.

On the other hand, Lars doesn't want to consume much of your time and he was also content with 2-3 messages he received from you in the past 4 days. Adding the fact that he doesn't know how to keep conversation going.

He decided to buy groceries that day, but for some reason, he went straight to a bigger store after work. 

While pushing his cart with a few items on it, the chocolate section caught his attention. A variety of chocolates from expensive to kiddie one are all on the shelves, but what caught his attention was the chocolate bar wrapped in a pink ribbon on the top right corner of it, reminding him of the little pink bow that you used to wear, half clasping your hair.

His lips involuntary form a smile thinking about small things about you. 

“Lars, is that you?”

He turned around and saw you in your pushcart with that smile and excitement in your face. “Oh God, It's really you! What a small world.”

You noticed the chocolate bar in his hand, and with that pink bow you knew it wasn't for himself. “That's a nice brand. hmmm gonna give it to someone special?” You teased him.

blood starts to rush to his face, “Oh t-this? No no! it's for— uhm— for me! mine!” He was panicking and you love watching him stutter, but you were expecting when he opens the wrap and shoves it to his mouth then starts chewing it. 

Your mouth slightly open while watching him continue chewing, “I didn't mean to— have you paid that one already?” You asked. 

He continued to chew till he swallowed it. “I will…”

You two have learned many things about each other in just three times working together once a week and that Wednesday afternoon when you asked him to eat together after groceries. You find him very interesting that it was unexpected to hear many things he is doing in his life, he has many things to share and even found common interests. 

He is a fine gentleman. Cool mustache. Soft spoken. Reddish lips. Huge hands. Bulky chest. —Oh Holy Virgin Mary. What the heck were you thinking?

Anyways this is marked as the fourth week working with him. You started to get used to his presence around and so does he. used of his presence that he was the one you were looking for when you needed a hand.

Unexpectedly, You had to switch partners. 

“Lars, can you pass me the—” You cutted your words when you saw Max, new volunteer, confused. “My name is Max…” He corrected.

You turned around and saw Lars from far working alone, looking wanted to protest. He looked at you with sad puppy eyes while his beanie in his hand. 

‘...but this is what I wanted in the first place, right?’ He asked himself.

The day proceeded. You guide the new volunteer who appears to be Lars’ colleague at work. It wasn't hard to keep him around since you were only telling him what the rounds are and work around. 

“It's just 5pm and we are already finished huh. I'm not used to it.” You chuckled and same he does. 

“We usually go home by 10pm or later than that.” Lars said.

Going home late but it was still fun. Knowing no one's waiting for you at home so you often enjoy being a volunteer here. You felt occupied, distracted. You didn't even realize that you were also waiting for Saturdays to come not because it's your rest day but because of this org. 

“Yeah, but I just hope the bus comes early so I can go home by 7pm at least.” You said.

“You are taking the bus? Why?” He asked in his soft, curious voice. You bobbed your head. “Yes, my car broke last Friday. I can’t take it to the shop till Wednesday so I gotta take the bus for now.”

Lars’ stares have visible concern towards you. He was playing with his thumbs while thinking how he could help you, “I can give you a ride..”

“Aww.. Thank you, Lars.” You have him a smile before declining it, “But no. I am an hour away from here, and you were just like what? 15mns away?”

 “Please?”

Pure gentleman as he did not want you to open the car door by yourself, he didn’t forget to place his hand on the top of the frame, making sure you wouldn’t bump your head. He walks around and sits in the driver’s seat before putting his seatbelt on.

His car was simple, wasn't new but it was well maintained. Chosen colors were times when all of his things were organized. It simply describes him. You tried to pull the seatbelt but couldn't extend longer, couldn't make it half through.

“Umm…” He tried to tell you something he couldn't. Lars doesn't know how he would explain to you how to pull it since he knew you wouldn't get the trick or just do it by himself. 

Left no choice, he moved closer to you to pull the belt on the way it should be. His face was close to you and he did his best not to breathe or make any contact. You have never been this close to Lars, not this inches away from him where you can clearly see his plump cheeks, his incredibly pointy nose and the well structured face shape. Not to mention the right choice fragrances of his perfume, manly yet not too strong. That damn smell. You are a sucker of fragrance for God’s sake.

It took some minutes of him trying to pull the belt before fastening it across you. 

“I haven't fixed it, I wasn't expecting any accompany sooner that's why.” That explains a lot. “No worries, I appreciate it tho.”

You only made a glimpse of his face once to confirm if his face turned red again and there he was. You didn't do it again since you knew he would blush the hell out of him. 

You start to wonder if that blush was because of you? Or was it just Lars—someone who turned red far too easily, no matter the reason?

Luckily the flow of snow wasn't heavy, He was able to drive you home by 6pm. Some part of him wishes it to be longer or maybe drive it a little bit slower— but his muscle memory made him drive fast like he often does after work.

Lars asked you to stay put before running like a child around his car just to open the door for you. That made you giggle, “You're so ridiculous, Lars. I can open it myself.”

“My mom told me, men should open the car door.” Forming a smile on that mustache. His mom indeed told him that, maybe he did mention the part that his mom told him to do for the girl he cared about before she passed away when he was a little boy.

He held your hand and guided you by placing his hand on your back as you stepped out of the car. His hand remained in your back close to your waist, you did try your best not to show him any reaction. Keeping it cool, even you felt it under the layers of cloth you were wearing.

“That's so sweet of you. I bet they really raise you well, I wish I could tell your mom she did great in raising you.” You said while walking you to your doorsteps with his hand still in your back.

You faced him and looked directly into his eyes. Lars didn’t feel any pressure or weight while looking at yours. He didn’t imagine he could stay staring at someone’s eyes this long. “I wish you could meet her too.”

A brief moment of silence aired. A silent tension of not wanting to go home and wait for another week to meet again. 

You don’t want to assume his kindness as affection for you but you were hoping it was. “I guess, I’ll see you next saturday.” You smiled.

There was a pinch of longing in the thought of waiting another week just to see you in him. “Y-yeah” fog from his mouth was a sign of the heavy breath he took. 

He turned to you while looking at the ground, “Are you free— uhm—” His eyes squeezed shut tightly and held his breath, “—this Wednesday?” 

Your heart pounded. hope instantly blooming inside you because you never expected Lars would actually ask you to go somewhere with him. You were looking at him with full of hope shining in your eyes. “Are you asking me out on a date?” you asked impulsively.

However your question caught Lars completely off guard. He already struggled enough trying to ask you in the first place, and now this was far too much for him to handle. Maybe he was trying to ask you out, but there was no way he’d admit that now. 

There are many things running through his head. The unnecessary what ifs that might disappoint you if this was considered a proper date. He immediately retreated, putting his gloved knuckle against his lips. 

“No! F-for groceries, yes! Groceries.”

“Oh…” disappointment hits and you want to be swallowed by the ground beneath this thick snow for embarrassment. “Yes..” inhaling slowly as you can, “I am free after my shift. I do groceries on Wednesday anyways…”

Lars can feel the disappointment in your tone, “I’m sorry…” He said, but that apology sent you a different message, that he knew you were expecting for more from him.

“It’s fine, Lars. P-please don’t think I am assuming for more— you know— haha— we are friends and— and… gosh this is so embarrassing. I shouldn’t ask you that.” You can’t look him in the eyes again.

Lars knew he needed to make it right. He knew this would lead to something more and worse, you hating him. He would hate himself more if that happened. 

While you were in the middle of explaining yourself and making excuses that you are not assuming it. He sighs deeply, looks at you, blinking a couple of times, before leaning and pressing his lips against you.

It burns. He endures it. He shut his eyes firmer to survive the pain in his lips.

Surprisingly, it fades. 

He did not move, he wanted to see if you were comfortable enough and for God’s sake he doesn’t know how to kiss aside from peck and stay longer a minute. 

Your words were cut and it was an effective way to shut you up. You were surprised with what he did that you did not move even after he moved away from your face. “Did you j-just?” You can't finish your words.

“I’m s-sorry.” he said before his face turned red in a second, covering it with both of his hands and turning away from you. 

Table turns and he’s the one who wants to swallow by the ground now. “Ijustreallylikeyou” he mumbled underneath his mitten in his face. You can’t still believe what he just did. You can feel the blood going to your cheeks and maybe you are red as Lars right now. 

You laugh softly from being stunned. You held his wrists and parted his hand away to see his face. flushed. and unable to meet your eyes in this amount of shame he felt. He’s looking everywhere but not in your eyes.

“Now, I want you to tell me that again...” You asked him gently. “I want to hear it clearly.”

His lips were trembling, but he knew he must do this like it's his only chance to do it right, “I.. I really like you.” He said and watched your expression turn into something softer, and made him feel relieved. Slowing his heart beat.

The snow almost covered the two of you but it wasn't enough to beat the warmth of affection towards each other. 

“I don't know when. could be the first day we paired? or when I saw how passionate you are with the kids? or some random day I saw you smiling. I d-dont know, I just— I just like you. so much.” He was panting with the words he never knew he would say to somebody else ever. He is letting it out all at once. 

“I just— I mean— I don't want you to like me because I like you? I… I just want to tell you that, that I like you— and.. and I am not expecting you to like me back—”, he bit his lower lip. He is starting to get overstimulated again. Words are coming all at once. “—I did not mean to kiss to shut you up. I kissed you because I wanted to— oh god I didn’t ask you permission. It wasn’t consensual. I am really sorry if I did did—”

“Lars? Lars?!” You have to raise your voice to cut him but he was still thinking about what he did, and that made you leave no other choice. You grabbed the collar of his sweater. Tip toes to reach him, and sealed his lips with a kiss. 

Lars froze for a few seconds before his expression softened, last thing before closing your eyes to embrace his lips more. Slowly, you moved your lips against his. Warmth sent your lips when he started to dance with yours was unexplainable. He leaned towards you and deepened his kiss. 

It wasn’t perfect but it was pure. It was him. Real him. No walls, no awkward retreating, no pretending. He showed what he really was, how much he wanted you. His large hands cupped your jaw and pulled you closer to him while he let you guide the rhythm. 

As you break the kiss, you let his forehead rest on yours. He was chasing his breath while waiting for your reaction. You made a soft chuckle before looking up at him. “It wasn’t consensual either…. It’s a tie now, isn’t it?”

He let out a quiet grunt at the tease, a small pout forming on his lips. “Please… no teasing.” 

It takes a few minutes of silence for both of you to recover. Before it sank from you teasing Lars more or inevitable awkwardness.

Lars took your hand, closing his eyes before placing it on his face, and that's when he confirms you cause no harm to his skin. 

He opens his eyes and finally asked you, 

“Can I just ask you for a date instead of groceries?”

|| MASTERLIST ||

[pontifikado]

size/strength kink | lars lindstrom [hcs] [mdni]

this could work either way, whether it's you or him who has the kink.

it's the first thing that Lars notices when he meets you: his frame is visibly bigger than yours, he towers over you when he stands, and his hand dwarfs your hand when you're holding each other. when you hug, he has room to bend down and gather you easily in his arms, and he loves it. he sees it as an opportunity to keep you safe and warm.

Lars is always so careful around you because of this, which goes alongside his need to be gently eased into physical situations. he's both holding back for your sake and his, but deep inside, he really, really likes that he's bigger than you; stronger, too, in some other situations. he could sling you over his shoulder if he wanted to, but he'll keep that a secret fantasy... for now.

the size of his cock is just as consistent as his build. it curves slightly into his stomach and very, very sensitive; he loves sitting back and watching your hands pump him or your lips fluttering around him in an attempt to take him... or at least a part of him

he fucks you with his fingers in preparation for his cock. Lars' fingers are long and somewhat thick; he's generous with the amount of lube that he'd pour onto them and onto you, or if it's not available, he'll have you cum with his mouth first so you're ready to be entered by him. he uses his index first to gauge how wet you are, and then his middle and ring for when he finally enters you. his other hand holds you down by your lower abdomen as he pushes the two digits into you, prodding and feeling around for that sweet bundle of nerves that he knows would have you writhing and squirming. Lars starts out with careful motions, and when he notices you're wanting more, he'll start finger-fucking you, undulating his fingers to stimulate you better, all while keeping you still with just one hand on your body.

Lars would prefer having you on top of him just so you could get accustomed to his size, and him to yours; you feel so tight around him and he's stretching you out so good; he's trembling beneath your body just as much as you are. most of the time spent during your first few encounters are just the two of you getting used to the feel of each other.

Lars would be caressing your thighs with his palms — callused and textured from handling the ax — and soothing you with them by massaging your lower back as you sink more and more onto him. you gasp as he's reaching parts of you inside that you never thought could be touched; his hands are groping you everywhere: ass, breasts, thighs, and all of it has you clenching and and fluttering around his cock.

can (and will, if you ask) fuck you on his cock like a toy. imagine him picking you up, hooking his arms under your shins as you loop yours around his neck and he just starts slamming you down onto him in a ruthless pace.

Lars would be too blissed out from the feeling of having you like this, and it's hard not to get carried away when you're quite literally depending on him to keep you in place and be on the receiving end of his unbridled desires. you're babbling into his neck while he fucks you mid-air and you just have to take it.

Lars loves looking down at where you're both connected and gets even more turned on as he watches you basically sucking his cock into your body like it's made just for him. he'd be doing this especially when he's got you in a mating press; his hands are holding your legs up and over you, the soles of your feet facing the ceiling, all while being filled up by Lars over and over again

he tries his best to be gentle at first, but once you tell him that it's okay for him to move however he wants, he's using his advantage over you to pound you into the mattress, lost in the feeling as he closes his eyes. his hands are tight around your wrists, pinning them down on either side of you as he's pummeling into you with his hips.

turns back into a big softie during aftercare. so many kisses and hugs and apologies; he'll carry you to the bathroom to clean you up and get you dressed and ready for bed. Lars would insist on holding you in his arms the entire night, keeping you there 'til the morning and then greeting you again with sweet and soft kisses when you wake up. it's hard to not love him.

[utterlydropdeadgorgeoustwunk]

im sorry Mr. Ryan Gosling i never understood your hype until i saw Lars and the Real Girl