You'll find reader inserts, oneshots, drabbles, headcanons of different fandoms, but mostly Adventure Time, or the occasional obscure character that no one writes for.
Some of my content is unsuitable for minors, you have been warned!
may I please request a part 2 of your [Day 9] Bondage Character: Green Knight where everyone else finds out the readers been captured and they go to rescue us then find us covered in bite marks and making out with Green Knight/fern (after he fucked us of course)
[The Green Knight's Prisoner]
❥Character: Green Knight (Fern Mertens)
❥Tags: Angst, War!AU, NS/FW, Gender neutral reader, Bondage, Friends to enemies
❥Synopsis: Continuation of the Bondage prompt with the Green Knight (Fern) where the war broke out between Princess Bubblegum and Uncle Gumbald, the reader is captured and tied up by the Green Knight and has to comply with his demands if they want to break free.
❥Wordcount: 5279
❥A/N: To make up for my absence last year i decided to deliver a second part to a fan favorite prompt. I combined it with the first prompt and added some additional scenes so you'll have a longer read, due to Tumblr shadow banning me i'll post the safe bits here and will add a link to the full story on ao3. Don't ask for a part 3 for the love of glob, i have no idea where to take this story after this lol
[Full Story]
“Wake up Fern, we’re gonna miss it.”
Fern’s eyes begrudgingly crack open at the sound of your voice. It’s in this half awake state that he finds comfort in the smell coming from the lingering smoke of the campfire and the pine tree needles on the soft ground, besides, the comfort of his sleeping bag was also lulling him back to sleep but you kept bugging him to wake up.
“It’s still dark out,” the grass boy groaned, tugging his hat over his eyes like a makeshift sleep mask before turning over his side.
“That’s the point you butt, you promised we’d see the sunrise together.”
Fern sighs upon remembering that conversation the two of you had yesterday, he made a pinkie promise and everything. He’s a man of his word and it was enough for Fern to get up with a yawn, rubbing the crust from his eyes as he got out from his sleeping bag. “Alright then, let’s go before I change my mind.” he spoke, there was still some tiredness in his voice but other than that he was fully awake.
Both you and Fern carefully tiptoe around the base camp where Finn, Jake, Marcy and PB were still asleep. The four of you joined Princess Bubblegum as body guards for her most recent scientific investigation regarding one of her experiments on high altitudes on top of the tallest mountain range you guys could scale, which is why you’re so eager to see the sunrise. Fern couldn’t say no to you, though the only thing he regrets is staying up late last night with his brothers. And yet, when he reached the cliff side at a sluggish pace it was like all that regret washed away when his eyes were graced by the early sun rays peeking past the mountain range beyond the horizon, they seeped through pine trees and fluffy clouds like gold streaks encrusted into a cave wall, however all that was secondary when his eyes landed on the most beautiful sight he’s ever witnessed. The sunlight illuminated your features with a shine brighter than any treasure he’s seen, especially in your eyes, it wasn’t just the light reflected on them but there was this excitement that made you glow naturally. Fern felt something inside him churn, he felt jealous, he wanted you to see him this way too.
“It’s lovely,” you exclaim, tilting your head to the side as a warm smile rests comfortably on your face. “I told you it was worth it.”
“It really is…” Fern responds barely audibly enough. He scoots closer to you, suddenly feeling queasy as he contemplates saying something that has been on his mind for a while, but he’s unsure if it’ll ruin the moment or not.
“I’m glad I’m able to share this with you,” your tone was so mellow, so honest and calm. A thought came to mind, acting up on it without question. “Hey Fern… Am I asking for too much when I say that I want to see more pretty things like this with you, like always?”
The tightness clenching his chest loosened up at your words, feeling the rush of bravery allowing him to reach for your hand. “No, you’re not asking for too much-” he said with relief, “Actually, I wanna share these things with you too, for as long as you’ll let me.”
Your hand met with his in a gentle hold, playfully tapping your fingers over the back of his green hand. “Deal.”
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The memory drifted away the second you woke up violently at the sound of cannons shooting off not too far from you, sitting upright as you aimed your candy blaster at the source of the noise.
“Worry not, it’s just some warning shots towards a few spies in the distance. You can catch a few more minutes of sleep.” The gingerbread soldier reassures you, but it wasn’t enough to allow you to sleep off another 5 minutes.
“I’m already awake, I might as well do something useful.” you respond in a gruff tone.
You gathered your backpack-attached gear and stretched your arms before walking out to patrol the perimeter of the campsite. The scenery beyond the chained fence was the opposite of appealing; the once colorful grassy hills that were common across Ooo had been trampled up and dried into gritty soil, in its place there was only dead vegetation and dusty trenches. No one could have predicted that a squabble between family members would turn into a massive grudge that engulfed Ooo and everyone in it. Maybe in a different world this could’ve been interrupted but not in your reality where Princess Bubblegum and her conflict with Uncle Gumbald erupted into a war. It didn’t help that both sides continued to develop technological advances for warfare, you wince at the thought, although your scars heal you can still feel the heat from the explosions from Gumbald’s automatons.
“Leading transport commander, we’re ready to set out and transport the goods to campsite B.” One of the candy soldiers came up to you, a sugar coated gumdrop dutifully saluting you even though they’re dressed in garb that’s two sizes too big for them.
“Alright. Let’s get going then.”
You, like many others, didn’t expect the situation would worsen this way. What began as helping your friend turned into supporting the war effort and new duties were trusted upon you without option. All you had to do was plan and organize safe trade routes for your fellow candy tropes and allies, but even though you weren't sent into action like Finn and Jake, you were still unexpectedly involved in battles with Gumbald's own forces.
Not too long since the trip started the candy themed truck squelches through heavy mud until its wheel gets caught in a hole and gets stuck, forcing you to jump out from the co-pilot seat to help your subordinates place mats under the tires so they’d unstuck from the mud.
“Thieves coming at 2'o clock!” one of the candy soldiers shouts.
“Ugh, and here I thought this was going to be a simple run.” you grumble under your voice, unsheathing your signature weapon from your bag.
It was a group led by Bandit Princess, someone you’ve grown familiar with due to the useful sugar rations you guys usually carry. With how both sides use candy for a multitude of constructs, it's become a valuable resource to build anything from subjects, to structures and even certain weaponry. “At least it’s not him.” is all you can tell yourself as you prepare to defend your own group.
You shoot round after round, the blaster doing enough work with its reach and the damage it produces on everything around it.
However, they were prepared to counter attack.
The enemy went quiet after a few more blasts, you thought that was the end of that but it was between the dust that you saw flashes of green. A chill ran down your extremities, basically freezing your fingertips as you head for the truck driver. “Give me the radio!” your voice came out in a tremble, an unusual sight for the candy person as he passed you the device. “White bear squad do you copy? Does anyone have eyes on the Green Knight?”
“Negative, we haven’t seen him since yesterday.” Finn’s voice came through the radio.
“Shit!” You toss back the radio to the driver, pointing a finger at them. “Keep trying to loosen up the truck, the second you become unstuck I want you to make a run for it.”
With the rest of your squad surrounding the truck you could only wait in agony as everything went silent besides the truck tires, your eyesight becoming enveloped in the dust cloud being blown your way.
You start to hear shouting from the left side. “What’s he doing here?! He’s usually in the front lines!” a candy soldier said before dropping with a pained cry.
The other candy subordinates started disappearing one after the other, forcing you to shoot in the air and make your position known as you made a run for it to the hillside hoping it would be enough to distract the enemy from the driver. You were heaving and sweating once you reached the top, not necessarily from the effort but because of a deeper feeling, despair.
The dust dramatically started dissipating just as he approached you, taking his sweet time to reach you like a shark approaching its trapped prey.
The Green Knight was only armed with his sword and axe, but he was just as deadly as the artillery PB used– he sliced down your team one by one, but that didn't mean you went down easily; you unsheathed your own weapon as it made contact with his in a deafening clash as the light reflected on the sharp thorns on his armor, a vibrant green you'd only seen in your deepest dreams about the past when you once called this man more than a friend.
"You're losing your touch." He speaks through his helmet, sounding nothing like the Fern you used to know. In response to the remark, you push back and swing your blade to the side, causing the knight to slash in the wrong direction and miss you entirely. "You're getting a bit rusty yourself, are those gum wads making you soft?" You make fun of him, which adds fuel to the fire.
The two of you continue to fight, trading blows and sarcastic remarks. He held his own against you, only turning away when he heard the sound of tires screeching against the muddy ground and becoming distant.
“Looks like you lost your objective.” you taunt, but he only shrugs.
“Pb’s rations weren’t my only objective.” he twists the blade on his arm in an angle where you see yourself reflected on it.
“I’d like to see you try.” Your expression became grim as you went quiet, saving your energy for the remainder of this fight.
So i just updated the 2025 masterlist for my intro post and DEAR LORD IT'S SO BARE BONES. It was definitely a hard year, I didn't realize it affected my creativity that much.
I'm sorry for keeping you guys starving ;-;)
I've been doing better and the first thing i did was finish fionna and cake, you have no idea how inspiring it is! so i'll most likely open up requests again. Gonna start by writing a sequel some of y'all have asked for before. Stay tuned!
Hopefully this should be a new year full of self indulgent writing and art 🥂
[Mbrandon crushing on you]
Tags: Headcannons, gender neutral, sfw, one sided pinning, mutual pinning
Adventure Time
❥ Fern the Human
[And they were Roommates]
Tags: Modern!AU, N/SFW, Gender neutral reader, Mutual Pinning, Friends to lovers
❥L4d2 Hunter
[Living Dead Boy]
Tags: NS/F/W, One shot, Angst and Fluff, Dub-con, Teratophilia, Predator/Prey, Romance, Reader is afab but no pronouns are specified, Animalistic behavior
[Accidentally Transforming during an intimate moment]
❥Character: Jin Enjoji/Evil Eye
❥Fandom: Dandadan
❥Tags: NS/F/W, Headcanons, established relationship, gender neutral reader
❥A/n: I just started watching Dandadan and these are just some scattered ideas that popped up when i was finishing up S2. I don't have the focus rn for a one shot so if you feel inspired to flesh it out yourself let me know c: Also, forgive me if the wording is ambiguous or weird and not as detailed, I'm trying to not get flagged by tumblr's system *cries*.
•So you know how he switched into the evil eye by even sweat? so it had me thinking imagine what if your spending some quality time with your boy Jiji
•He was avoiding any physical contact with you ever since he became possessed, but all it took was probably something simple like holding hands that ended up escalating until you two became entangled in your bedroom.
•You're on top of him this time, leaning forward, hands pressed on either side of his face.
•You are so close to finishing, so desperately close that you just keep going at it like crazy and it causes you to sweat.
•Unbeknownst to either of you, a droplet of sweat rolls down from your forehead to your nose and lands on his cheek.
• By the time Jiji notices it's too late.
• You have your eyes closed and were lost on focus, however for a brief moment you did feel something different. He stopped moving himself, his grip tighten as his nails felt oddly longer, digging into the skin of your hips, and there was this odd pulse coming from within in you where you two connected.
• It was all you needed to reach the end and you enjoyed it as long as you could, after all the two of you weren't able to spend time with each other.
•However when you opened your eyes and were met with the spirit it had you paralyzed in fear for a moment, the dopamine rush soon fading away.
•He looked confused, mildly irritated but intrigued. You tried to jump off him but he held you firmly in place.
•You became self aware of how exposed you felt when he started intently staring at your entrance whenever he pulled in and out of it, smiling somewhat creepily since he took a liking to the way your body was pulsing around him.
•If there's one thing that kept you safe, it was that he found you entertaining.
•Before you knew it, you lost count of how many times you came. After the evil eye had his fill and left to wreck havoc elsewhere, you stayed in bed in a state between exhaustion and satisfaction, though you kept that last part to yourself when Momo and the gang asked why the evil eye was in the nude.
❥Tags: Gender neutral reader, SFW, drabble, a little bit of yandere
❥Synopsis: Fern has a little bit of a freak out when a few innocent doodles in your journal unconsciously unearthed some insecurities of his.
❥A/n: So i started writing this one in the spur of the moment, it’s a vague concept i had in mind but i didn’t want to elaborate too much on it so i made this manageable drabble instead.
With how much time you spend at the treehouse it isn’t unusual for you to forget some of your belongings lying around. When he found your diary on the floor he didn’t make much out of it besides putting it somewhere safe for when you came back, but when he crouched down to pick it up he couldn’t help but notice the little doodles you made on the open pages.
It was small things you saw yesterday when you two were out laying in the grass fields, a mama bird feeding her babies, a that looked like a corndog, and some wild flowers. Fern found them charming and didn’t realize you had skill for art so he skimmed the pages in search for more of your illustrations, there was no malicious intent behind it since he didn’t read whatever you wrote but his eyes soon found one set of your older drawings, it was one of BMO and curiously enough of a long haired individual. His eyes narrowed as he felt something familiar about the stranger until he noticed their missing teeth. Fern raised a hand to his own mouth, feeling the space where he was missing a few of his own, eventually he realized who the person was. It was him, or at least when he was a human boy. Fern skimmed a few pages back, the illustrations becoming more detailed as he continued on.
This could mean a few things, that you chose him as a practice subject or he was in your line of sight when you were drawing, as is the case with the previous drawings. But that thought soon blew over when he saw the little hearts scattered all over the next drawing. Fern didn’t realize how hard he was clutching the notebook until the pages started crinkling loudly, dropping it completely as he tried to make sense of what he was feeling.
Jealousy?
Tricked?
Suddenly his memories of how kindly you received him when he presented himself as Finn’s grass double started making sense, you weren’t being nice out of the kindness of your heart but rather because you looked like the boy you had a crush on for a long time now. Or atleast, that’s what that nasty demon inside him made him believe.
“Hey Fern, i forgot some stuff lying have you… seen it.” the chirpy mood you walked in suddenly dropped when you saw your notebook on the ground, immediately going to pick it up.
“Oh, I've seen it.” he grumbled, his hands still shaking.
You couldn’t make sense of why he spoke as he did, even as you saw the crumpled paper and the contents inside your notebook.
“I saw all of it, how much you gush over him in your little diary.” Fern starts talking in an exasperated voice, unable to stop himself from gradually raising his voice. “Is that why you were so eager to be friends with me? you couldn’t get yourself the real deal so you went after the knock off version of him is that it!?” he gave you an accusatory glare that looked unfamiliar on him, it was obvious it was his insecurities talking but neither of you would know that at the moment. Especially with how he kept throwing shade at you without a chance to speak.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Fern. Yeah, I made those drawings years ago, but that doesn't mean-” you try to make sense of what he’s getting at, but he takes steps closer to you as you fail to organize the thoughts in your head. Impulsively making you take a step back as he draws closer.
“I wasn’t expecting you to admit it,” he interrupts. Looking away from you in disbelief soon turns into an insincere smile. “You’ve been good to me all this time so I'll give you what you’ve always wanted.” A vacant laugh escapes him like the last breaths of a dying creature.
The little wooden alcove where you two hang out is separate from the main tree house, it’s covered by the tree foliage overhead so during the day it casts shadows in between beams of sunlight. As you back into the wall, nervously holding your notebook to your chest as you refuse to take your eyes off Fern as he approaches you like a predatory animal, every time he walks past the sunbeams haphazardly shining through the alcove it illuminates his grass body like horizontal zebra stripes briefly before getting back into the shade. However when the next sun beam illuminated him there was no vibrant green on sight, instead you were met with the peachy tones of his skin and the vibrant blues you’ve grown used to seeing on none other than Finn the human.
You audibly gasp when Fern comes into view looking like someone completely different, but familiar at the same time. You could've easily confused him for the real human boy if it wasn’t because you saw him change in front of you.
The fake smile was gone from his face when he stood in front of you, unimpressed at your surprised expression. “What’s the matter? you have the hero of Ooo all for yourself and now you’re chickening out? tssk.” Fern slammed his hand on the wall right beside your head, leaning forward as you looked away. He didn’t like that you were silent all of a sudden, he wasn’t the most talkative type but he always liked it when you talked to him about anything no matter how mundane it was. That was one of the reasons why he liked you so much, which is why he’s reacting so badly to your little drawings without context. He always assumed he was never enough, not for you, not for Jake nor anyone of his previous friends before he was trapped in the Finn sword. The reminder made his stomach churn.
He grabbed the underside of your chin, pressing his thumb and index finger into your cheeks as he forces you to look at him.
“...Stop it.” you whisper. Eyes clutch and lips pressed together.
No matter how much he was in denial, it didn’t justify how he was acting and he didn’t stop.
“Say it, say you wanted Finn’s attention all along instead of mine.” Fern taunted in a mean spirited tone. “I saw how the others look at me, is that how you look at me when I'm not looking?”
“No.”
There was a noise caught in his throat, his nostrils flaring in frustration. “You know I'm right, no one cares about the grass boy.”
“That’s not true.” you insist, peeking a single eye open.
“Then why are you shaking?” he responds, having the audacity to lower himself to your neck and kiss the bare skin there.
It took a moment for you to process the sensation. The tickling sensation on your neck dropping to your stomach, twisting and twirling it like it was made into taffy as you fought with the urge to squeal or sigh instinctively. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want this for a while, but from Fern specifically, and ideally in different circumstances.
That was the final straw that broke you out of your fear stricken state and smacked him across the face with your thick leather notebook, he didn’t topple over like you expected but he did take a step back as he cradled his hurt cheek. You faced him properly and held eye contact as the two of you remained silent, taking a moment to observe his appearance attentively, although he looked like Finn’s split image he was lacking those baby blue eyes that were instead replaced by bright yellow ones with darken slits.
“Because you're scaring me Fern!” you finally shout at him, feeling your own compressed emotions springing up your throat. “Look man, I don’t know what has gotten into you but everything you’re coming up with is astronomical levels of bullshit! Yeah I had a crush on Finn when I was thirteen, that was almost a decade ago! I move on, so anything about me befriending you because of him is bogus.” Your tone is exasperated, but you still kept going because you didn’t want him interrupting you again. “I like you for who you are! because I think you’re cool and persistent with being a good guy despite all the bad looks you get. But honestly you’re making it really hard for me to keep that image of you with this freak ass stunt you pulled.”
Fern stood in place with a different look of disbelief, the kind where he couldn’t believe you saw him in a positive light he didn’t even see himself. Shame soon overwashed him and he shifted back to his grassy appearance as he wanted to make himself seem small at his mistakes. “I don’t know what got over me. I’m sorry about that, I am so so sorry.” his voice cracked a bit, uncertain if saying sorry would be enough.
You were this close to just leaving, to refuse his apology and leave. But you’re not like that, you recognize his guilt and figured you’d find a way to get him to truly make it up for you. But that can wait for later.
“I’ll look over it for now, at least until you make it up to me with a fancy dinner or something.” you sigh, sitting next to him where he hugged his knees on the floor. “This should be proof enough that I value our bond, you dingus.” you bump your fist against his shoulder.
“I’ll make it up to you I swear! I’ll book a nice restaurant, one that has those unlimited bread sticks.” The acidic gloominess clouding over Fern’s eyes returned to normal after that confirmation that you weren’t leaving him.
“Hmm, I do love those.” you lean your head against the wall behind you.
❥Tags: NS/F/W, One shot, Reader insert, Smut, Angst and Fluff, Dub-con, Teratophilia, Predator/Prey, Romance, Reader is afab but no pronouns are specified, Animalistic behavior
❥Synopsis: You've been surviving on your own for a while, you're stressed, worried and being touched starved isn't helping. One day you get chased by a Hunter that ends up getting tangled and restrained, allowing you the perfect opportunity to indulge and mess around with him. Unaware that you'll get more than what you bargain for.
❥Wordcount: 9,244
❥A/n: This is a really detailed and spicy one, I don't want my account to get even more shadow banned than it already is, so I'll leave a snippet of the story here and the rest of it will be on ao3. And yes, the title is a reference to the song by graveyardguy.
[link to Ao3]
The week leading up to my period is just as annoying as bleeding itself.
Having physical cravings is almost forgettable with how short they last but that doesn’t make them any less obnoxious. It was manageable when I still had internet access or even the sliver of decent imagination after reading a saucy book, but those needs became secondary when survival takes priority on day to day life; with food, a weapon to defend myself and a safehouse being on my mind rather than finding something to get my rocks off. And yet, when I’m lucky enough to spend the night in a safe place and manage to scavenge something edible and un-perished, I’m left wondering about those other needs.
"I shouldn't have thrown away that toy…" I uttered those words with a sigh, filled with regret and nostalgia. I thought of the time my friends played a joke on me by giving me an adult toy as a birthday present, it was unnecessarily large and detailed with vibrant colors so it immediately caught me off guard and had me blushing and stuttering- but I eventually dumped it in the garbage when the party ended. It's a fun memory. However, I felt melancholic thinking about my friend group, so I turned over in the sleeping bag and shut my eyes for the night hoping they evacuated safely.
Solitude was something I didn’t know I’d struggle to endure. Though realistically, it's for the best that I haven’t met any other survivors, I’m already used to loneliness and who knows what kind of people I’ll bump into with the current state of the city. Biological viruses tend to bring out the worst in people, I can understand they’re like me and try to survive another day but if the moment came to choose between me or them… with a sigh I roll onto my side, unwilling to think about the morality of it. I’d rather just stick to being on my own.
However, the lack of company also has its own downsides.
I was reminded of the drawbacks of being alone when a group of common infected people staggered down the street; I could hear them a mile away and took refuge behind a wall as they went. They are stumbling along the street by dragging feet, their posture slouched forward, and sway sideways as they fail to walk in a straight line. I don't need to get any closer to notice their discolored skin covered in enormous blisters and open sores from where I hid, almost gagging at the sight. It’s hard to remember they’re sick unfortunate people and not walking cadavers, but if my former companion taught me anything it’s that the second you feel pity you start holding back your punches, and when that happens… my stomach churns at the thought. For a second, I thought I could smell blood against hot pavement again, I had to raise my hand to cover my mouth just in case.
I spared them one more queasy glance, just to make sure we’re not heading in the same direction, they were like a group of ants walking together in sync at the same slow speed but within the crowd of infected there was one that moved differently. He was unnoticeable at first, because he blended that well within the multitude, but he stopped his pacing when he raised his head upwards… was he looking up? sniffing the air? I don’t what he was doing, yet it made my skin jump when he snapped his head straight in my direction and crouched down into the crowd out of my sight.
Oh shit.
I pull away from the wall and jog down a road in between abandoned houses and garages, even taking shortcuts down alleys meant for dumpsters trucks, anything to get away from the main road.
“He didn’t see me, he didn’t see me.” I repeat in delusion, but through my peripheral vision I could see a blur following me from above the house rooftops. My light jogging speeds up into a desperate run that could’ve made me a track star back in high school, turning multiple lefts and rights throughout the maze-like alley as the repetitive cinderblock patterns had me nauseous so the second I saw a hole through a fence I crawled through it and into someone’s backyard. The shift from pavement to course dirt scratched up my knees but it was a secondary issue with how fast I was kicking up dust, sprinting towards a large tree in middle of the barren dirt yard. I press myself against the tree trunk, feeling the bark scratch onto the sweaty shirt on my heaving back as my eyes scan the random shit sprawled on the ground as I look for something to use- which ended up being a lead pipe.
I tighten my sweaty palms onto it, mentally praying that I won’t have to use it.
Hoping that whatever was chasing me lost sight of me due to the tree’s foliage. And yet all that hope came crashing down when a low growl made the hairs on my body stand up in a feline like response. I raise the pipe in preparation, frantically looking back and forth for any sign of my pursuer. The shuffling of tree leaves however, had me slowly raising my head upwards like something out of a sci-fi horror flick.
OH SHIT.
He pounces at me with an obnoxious shrill, but I swing my pipe at him at just the right time.
I should’ve gotten into baseball too.
Despite his abnormal speed he’s still human, it’s apparent with how the attack stunned him for a second. Rolling onto the dirt as he shook his head once before taking his crouched position again and throwing himself at me. I smacked him again but this time he recovered in no time by flipping his body sideways and somehow maneuvering himself to land on his feet like a goddamn cat. The metal pipe suddenly felt too heavy in my arms and I threw it blindly as I make a run for the closest door in the house to my left which was an open garage, it’s an absolute mess that makes it harder for me to run with boxes, car parts and tools sprawled all over the floor, not to mention the engine parts hanging from the ceiling by lots of chains. The garage becomes too claustrophobic as I try to reach the end where an exit door should lead to the house’s interior but the clutter makes it impossible to access, it doesn’t help that the horrendous noises coming from the Hunter behind me were getting closer, it’s too dim for me to tell what got in my way but it sent me tumbling to the floor, if horror movies taught me anything it’s that it’s over for me.
This garage is going to be my tomb.
At this point I shut my eyes tight and curl up in a ball with the only thing on my mind is wishing for a quick death. But then I start thinking about my family, my friends and their shitty sense of humor, how I’ll never eat a good burger ever again or how I should’ve told that guy how I felt before the infected got to him. Yet, as the seconds passed and my thoughts kept piling up I was hit by a good question.
Why am I still alive?
My eyes slowly reopen, fearing that the last thing I’ll see is my attacker launching at me- and I did! The blood stains on his blue hoodie were recognizable from the short distance and I immediately shut my eyes again in response, but although I still hear his grotesque screeches and wails echo throughout the garage, but they didn’t move any closer. My eyes snapped apart at the realization, focusing my view on the Hunter as I pinpoint the extent of his figure within the little light that seeped through dusty windows.
Those annoying chains turned out to be my saving grace, the Hunter must’ve tried to jump through them and they tangled themselves around his extremities which now kept his arms over his head and the long ends secure his legs thanks to the weight of the loose car engine. “THANK FUCKING GOD FOR MEN AND THEIR STUPID OBSESSION WITH CARS!” I almost sob to myself, immediately climbing back to my feet and heading for the back door but no matter how much I tug, it didn’t budge open.
...Ah shit.
There’s an incessant ringing in my ear as my heart struggles to return to a normal pace. But how else can I calm down when the Hunter could break free any second? Even in my agitated state I’m frantically pacing around looking for an exit but the empty car and the random shit surrounding it take up almost half of the already tight garage, I don’t even consider the windows with how small they are; barely lighting up a portion of the space.
I’m chewing my nails at this point as an influx of ideas rush into my head. Maybe I could try to pry the door open with another tube? Or maybe I should crawl under the car or climb over it? Hell, what if I just kill the infected and duck under him?
At the thought of him I was reminded why I’m in a hurry in a first place.
I unsheathe the knife at my hip with slow, deliberate steps, the opposite of how he's jerking violently in any direction, yet even with his exceptional strength, he can't free himself. I wasn't sure why until I got close enough to see it: a sharp hook punctured through his right shoulder, where a noticeable dark stain spilled onto the fabric of his hoodie that grew larger the more he struggles. Unwilling to take any chances, I prepared to stab him in the head, but something made me reconsider. I've gotten used to his growls, hisses, and banshee-like screeches, but one sound stood out from the rest… he whimpered. Every time he tried to pull his right arm, he would wince and instinctively pull at it without success. It sounded painful, but a cursed part of my brain made me associate the lowered tone of his voice with a different context.
I despised the shiver that ran down my spine, causing me to tighten the grip of my knife.
This isn’t the time for reminiscing about the rabbit holes my hormones drive me to, they’re hidden in my search history for a reason. I need to dispose of him and escape this cramped garage, and that’s not keeping in mind how many infected might be out there in the street. Details, details.
And somehow, all this planning went out the window the second I saw the skin of his stomach peeking from underneath his hoodie that has me acting like an 18th century man seeing a woman’s ankles. Due to his arms being outstretched upwards it raised the damaged edges of his hoodie with the length of an average crop top, exposing a muscular abdomen that was enough to cause me to hesitate, biting the interior of my cheek as warmth spread through my face. Despite the unnatural skin tone, he was sporting a pair of marked abs that looked like something from a marble statue. God damn! His body is the same color as the rest of the infected, a palette of grayish tones with a few noticeable blood vessels that branch out in darken shades and pulse in a weird rhythm. I used the pointed tip of my knife to unabashedly raise the rest of his hoodie, revealing the rows of muscle lining up to his pectorals and even his obliques, though he didn't remain still long enough for me to enjoy them in the dim light.
I don’t hold back from whistling a bit. "You must’ve been an amazing runner, but they eventually outran you, didn’t they?" I asked him; I wasn't expecting a response, but I felt compelled to say anything besides listening to the racket he made. I assume his transformation must’ve been recent with how he kept most of his clothing intact, alongside the shoes on his feet.
My eyes went back to the sturdy chains. A mischievous thought had me smiling to myself as if there was a tiny devil whispering at my shoulder… and he’s making very valid points.
My knife went back into its sheath, and I make sure to tighten the chains over his head before lowering my hands to the bottom of his hoodie, my eyes raise up to his face to examine his reaction but all I see is him baring his teeth at me so I lay my dominant hand on his marked stomach, feeling the muscle struggle and flex underneath his skin due to his efforts in freeing himself from his binds. I continue with my own business without a worry since i know he won’t react any different, letting my hand travel the path that made up his opulent chest until my fingertips bump into his prominent pecs, I grab a handful of one to test it’s firmness before raising my other hand to squeeze both them as if they were my personal stress relief toys. The action tugged upwards more of his hoodie for my viewing pleasure, the dull skin of his chest interrupted by the occasional pale scar, faded stains that matched the ones on his hoodie and droplets of sweat from his nonstop attempts that has his chest heaving. I could even feel the erratic heartbeat under my palms when I continue groping his tits.
My mouth went dry during this small exploration, suspecting most of the moisture was heading down south.
It’s weird.
He rattles against the chains like a rabid animal and yet from this angle I found him, endearing. Attractive even.
“Oh man, the things I would do to you if…” I pause, a better question coming to mind. “Wait, can you even get hard-?”
I lower my touch to the intersection between his worn-out pants, patting the front of his crotch and adding pressure as I feel around for a typical male reaction. Funny enough there was a choked sound coming from the Hunter as I fondled him, he continues making his normal growls but it had him shut up and jumping in surprise whenever I give him a light squeeze, eventually feeling something twitch under my administrations.
Although shame was foreign to him, I was feeling it twice as strong for the both of us when he immediately went quiet just as I lowered the zipper to his pants. The “zzzp!” sound piercing my ears as it echoes through the messy garage. It had my face feeling hot all over again in embarrassment, raising my hands as if I just got caught stealing. “What?! Don’t look at me like that!” the shout came out higher pitched than intended, I took a moment to regulate my voice before justifying myself in front of him. “You tried to kill me earlier; I think this is fair payback.”
He responds just as I would expect, with gargled growls and attempts to bite me.
A dry chuckle died in my throat when I realized how stupid I looked arguing with an infected, but it gave me the push to continue playing in the devil’s playground.
I lowered the zipper on his pants and tugged down his boxer shorts, what sprang out of it was nothing short of impressive. Even if it wasn’t sailing with a high mast if ya know what I mean, it still gave me an idea of what awaited me if I were to pursue with what the bad influence on my shoulder told me. “I bet you were very popular…” my eyes take in the full sight of his abdomen and the path trailing downwards...
Taking advantage of my long deserved vacation to binge watch Fionna and Cake S2, i'm also writing a one shot for Mbrandon on the side. Will keep y'all updated
❥Character:
Fern Mertens
❥Tags:
Modern!AU, N/SFW, Gender neutral reader, Mutual Pinning, Friends to lovers
❥Synopsis:
Fern is your roommate and he has been pinning over you for months but he never acted on his feelings, it isn't until your former partner stood you up for a date did he finally decide to confess.
❥Wordcount: 3467
❥A/n: This is partially inspired by a headcannon i wrote where i said that a modern au Fern would work in a weed dispensary, i've never smoked weed nor have i been with someone who smokes it so sorry if got some interpretations wrong.
It’s been a long day at work again but at least he can enjoy the delights of not working on weekends, not like he has someone to share them with however.
Fern calmly inhales a joint and blows the smoke into the frigid night, watching it dissipate into the city lights below from the top of the department building. It’s a cramped place with an even tighter balcony so when he tries to adjust his position on the railing but accidently knocks over one of your potted plants on the already small balcony; he holds the rolled-up piece of paper in his lips before hurriedly placing it upright.
“And here I thought the birds were stealing dirt from my plants.” You laugh at the sight of him.
“Well, you’re the one who told me I’m not allowed to smoke in the department.” He responds with a huff, the smoke escaping past his lips like paint droplets on untainted water, he extends his hand towards you as an offer but you shake your head with a scrunched nose due to the invasive smell.
“Tsk, you’re already surrounded by the stuff at work why continue, why smoke it here too?” you ask, leaning against the door.
“Just cause I work at a dispensary doesn’t mean I stand there getting high all day,” he rolls his eyes at you but he smirks at the joint in between his fingers. “Can’t complain on the employee’s discount though.”
“Of course, of course. Who needs labor benefits like dental when you get a discount on weed.” You shake your head with another laugh.
“Do you want something or you’re just here to judge?” Fern eventually brings up the topic which reminds you of why you were looking for him in the first place.
“Oh yeah, I’m looking for my favorite sweater, but I can’t find it, since you did laundry yesterday I figured you’ve seen it?”
Fern shrugs. “I haven’t seen it, but I left a clean jacket hanging in the back of your door.”
You pursue your mouth together, not fully convinced but also not willing to waste more time looking for it. “Alright, thanks.” You were about to close the balcony door until you turn around and point at your roommate. “Careful with my plants, if you break one I’m charging you.” You warn playfully, which Fern responds with a lazy smile and making a crossed gesture over his heart. “Scouts honor.” This made you chuckle again before closing the door.
Fern looks back into the city night as he felt an ache in his chest, reminding him why he started smoking on the balcony in the first place.
It’s been 6 months since he moved out from his brother’s place and was looking for a cheap place to rent until his options led him to share a department with you. Although you gave him the side eye at first due to his smoking preference, it only took a small conversation to give you an idea of the kind of guy he is and so you gave him a chance, ever since then he’s tried to stay on your good side and, considering you haven’t kicked him out, he’s been doing a good job. Although you did prohibit him from smoking indoors and he was relegated to the balcony. But besides that, things were easygoing between the two of you starting as strangers and now being the best of besties.
And yet, there were moments like these where he started desiring something more than friendship.
Despite his wants, he didn't make any advances toward you either out of cowardice or for the sake of keeping things simple while you two shared a roof.
Fern noticed there was something different about you when you started dressing in more form fitting clothing unlike the usual loose shirts and baggy pants he’s used to seeing on you, turns out you started talking with some guy who’s a regular at your work place and sooner than later you two started dating. Fern couldn't recall the guy's name, which is ironic given that you can't seem to stop talking about him when you two have breakfast together. It made him sour, especially when he remembers you showed interest in him first before he turned you down and you took the hint and moved on, but even then he cares enough about you to show his support and help you out when you need a ride or advice on your clothing choice or anything despite his lack of experience.
Speaking of which. You walk back onto the balcony not too long after. “Alright, it’s not my first option but I guess it’s alright. How do I look?” you ask him.
Fern’s joint almost fell from his lips at the sight of you, he knows nothing about fashion but he believes anything looks good on you. "Like a million bucks. The shoes are nice too but they look hella uncomfortable, I’d say they’ll last around 10 minutes before you’re dying to take them off." He says with a combination of honesty, but also trying to keep his tone casual.
You tsk your tongue, opening your jacket to reveal the shirt underneath. "Whatever, as long as they match my shirt the discomfort doesn’t exist." You stick your hands in the jacket’s pockets before recovering something from it. “Oh I almost forgot, can you help me put this on?” you open your palm to reveal a necklace, handing it to him as you turn your back.
“Sure,” he takes the accessory and ties it to the back of your neck, it’s a casual little thing, not too fancy but when he attempts to tie it in place he finds himself missing the mark one too many times because the smell of you has him distracted, he can’t tell if it’s a cologne, a perfume or a body spray but he finds it enjoying it way too much on you.
“What’s wrong? Had one too many boofs?” you joke.
“It’s this flippin necklace and it’s tiny ass hook, get a piece of twine next time it’ll be easier.” Fern says as he eventually tied it the way it’s supposed to, pulling away from you with a hum. “There.”
“Thanks butterfingers.” You grab your phone and your wallet as you make your way to the main door. "See ya!"
"Careful out there."
Now that he’s completely alone Fern takes one last hit and goes inside the now empty department, it feels bland without your presence as if you bring life to it whenever you’re around or maybe that’s how he feels about you in general, but he knows it’s temporary and you’ll be back. After digging through the fridge for a can of root beer he plops down onto the sofa and turn on the television on the first thing he sees which is one of those “so bad it’s good “ slasher movies and cracks up at the bad acting, he’s feeling relaxed and content, eventually forgetting about what had him upset as he enjoys the first 20 minutes of the movie. His hands linger on the sofa’s decorative pillows before finding something hidden underneath them. “Hah! Would you look at that.” He has a silly little smile on his lips as he pulls out your missing sweater from earlier, slowly touching the fabric between his thumb and his index finger and realizing how soft it is. “It’s probably the fabric softener.” He says to himself, raising the article of clothing to his nose in hopes of smelling soap but his heart skipped a beat when the sweater smelled exactly like you.
With the only light coming from the television and the lamppost outside, the side characters on screen begin kissing and undressing each other like something out of a softcore porn film while the threat of the serial killer looms over the camera angles, but despite the typical cliche it still made Fern feel a tinge of jealousy for the fictional couple getting it on and riled him up to the point where a curious idea occurred to him. He kept pressing the sweater to his face, his free hand falling to the bottom of his basketball shorts as if the moans coming from one of the characters were yours, allowing himself to run wild in his little fantasy for a while.
Despite his desire to see the end of this little made-up scenario, Fern didn't get very far since his already relaxed mood and fatigue from work caused him to fall asleep on the couch with the sweater as a pillow and his hand awkwardly halfway in his shorts. He wouldn't have woken up till morning if he hadn't heard the front door open, leading him to jump up, no longer on his high, and swiftly making himself presentable by tossing the sweater aside by the time you shut the door and hang your coat.
"Uh, hey you're back early. How'd the date go?" Fern coughed, trying to sound casual.
But you didn't answer back, rather you just looked away and went straight to the bathroom.
With the shame evaporating from his body and now replaced with worry, Fern trailed right behind you and knocked once. "I'm just tired..." you croak from beyond the door but he knew something was wrong when he heard sniffling.
Fern could've left you on your own but the frustration from your lack of response wouldn’t sit well with him. "Did he hurt you? I swear that if he laid a single hand on you i'll-" Fern was feeling heated at the idea, but you responded before he could explain his plan in gruesome detail.
"He didn't... he didn't even show up, he didn’t leave a voicemail nor did he respond to my messages. No wonder he kept postponing our dates…"
"The nerve of that guy." Fern rests his forehead on the door as he clenched and unclenched his fist.
“…I should’ve known better.” You lament hopelessly while suppressing a sniffle.
"Listen, I know you don't wanna hear it but he doesn't deserve you. You're fun to be around and one of the most thoughtful people I know, if he can't see that and doesn't value you then he doesn't deserve a second of your time."
There's a minute of silence that unnerves Fern for a moment, thinking he probably said the wrong thing at the wrong time but that worry goes away when you finally respond. "Like what?"
"Well, for starters you deserve someone who'll make you their first priority and not just a second option, you deserve love, and attention and care and all that good stuff. Like preparing your coffee just right or always keeping a candy nearby since you have a sweet tooth... You deserve being showered with compliments that remind you that you matter..." Fern almost fell forward when you suddenly opened the bathroom door, he could feel the anger towards the other guy coming back at the sight of you with red puffy eyes and ruined hair, but it's the expression in your eyes that prevents him from running off to beat that sucker that made you cry. Although he's just a head taller than you he felt small at the moment.
"And you want to be that someone, don’t you Fern?" You had a soft expression, like something clicked in the back of your head.
He could've lied, he could've said he's not interested like all those months ago but for the first time something resonates inside of him that it's not what he wants. If he were to turn you down right here that would just leave you open to getting hurt all over again. And he doesn't want that. It's what gives him the courage to respond. "Yes." it escapes him in a low whisper, like a secret he's kept for a while.
"Then how come it took you so long to tell me?" your eyebrows furrow together as you question him, taking a step closer.
"I dunno, I guess I was kinda scared," he lowered his gaze, ashamed. "Of things changing between us, that we wouldn't be friends anymore."
You lower your gaze as well, understanding where he was coming from but also feeling a change of air between you two. Your hand itches closer to his, taking his hand in yours as you caress his open palm. "But you don't want to stay as friends, do you?" you ask, needing to hear it from him.
"No."
You raise his hand to your cheek, drawing his attention to your eyes as your face was basically within his breathing space. "Neither do I," you state, eventually leaning forward to capture his lips in your own. In that split second it took Fern a moment to understand what was happening due to the shock, yet he didn't pull away and instead he returned the kiss with a fervor you can only describe as inexperienced but passionate. Your back touched the wall a few times as he leans forward but it was nothing but a second thought as you focused on everything that was Fern, how his teeth clashed with yours a few times, how he didn't know what to do with his tongue until you started tasting him with yours, savoring how he tastes like root beer and the leftover smoke of his cannabis. You make a mental note to tell him to brush his teeth more of he wants to keep kissing you. But for now you push that aside and enjoy the pleasantness of having his tongue lapping yours.
“You’re gorgeous,” he says in between breaths. “I still can’t believe that jackass couldn’t appreciate what was in front of him. I’ll make it up to you roomie, you won’t miss him anytime soon.”
“And how are you planning to do that?” you ask with the side of your lip raised up, already suspecting where this is going.
“I could show you, if you want?” His hand cupped your back, trailing down the path that leads to your butt.
You gave him a short nod, which was all he needed. The fact that Fern is as excited about this as you are, if not more so, is an understatement. You tremble in his grasp as his grip keeps you in place with a strength you were unaware of before, his mouth latching onto your throat and covering it with wet open mouth kisses and nibbles that you believe will be apparent by tomorrow. After a few more bumps against the hallway walls, you two arrive at the sofa where Fern uses his weight to effectively pin you against the cushions without suffocating you. It was more of a comforting pressure because of the way his body provided warmth, his familiar scent filled your nostrils was relaxing in ways you were not aware of. It's as if your brain already associates Fern with the comfort of coming home after finishing work or the pleasant breakfasts after having a rough morning.
Fern doesn’t hold back now that he has you all for himself, his palms wrap themselves around your ankles as he leaves kisses that feel like a scorching path as it reaches the point of no return. His blue eyes meet yours, searching for approval before continuing and you could only nod repeatedly as your hands run themselves into the vine like hair of his green dyed blonde locks, he nods a bit more subtly with a glimmer in his eye before dwelling into the steamed privates past your underwear.
His mouth was just as warm and steamy, clamping against the edges of your skin before reaching that sensible part of you, nibbling, sucking, licking and even prodding with the tip of his tongue as he tastes the few leaks of your dripping fluids like it’s the sweetest ambrosia that has ever graced his taste buds. All the while you jerk and unabashedly moan at the sensation of him slobbering all over you, using the lubricant of his saliva to testingly prod at your twitching hole with his fingertips. “I w-want…” your voice trails off into another moan, similar to the one coming from Fern when you clamp onto his index finger.
“I’ll give it to you,” he promises, kissing your thigh in reassurance. “I just need you to hold on for a little longer.” Barely able to hide the desire in his own voice.
You huff in your desperation, but also grateful for his attention.
Fern has been craving you for as long as he can remember, and it’s obvious he cherished you in the same manner. Taking his time with you until he deemed you were fit to not only take him in full, but take everything he has to offer. He lets you know this much when he played with you with his hands, saying all the things he’s been keeping to himself when stuck in the confines of his own imagination.
It had you writhing in place, panting like a dehydrated dog and he hasn’t even penetrated you yet. It was so sudden when he lowered his basketball shorts alongside his boxers and you met with the raging erection nestled between hairs just a shade darker than the ones on his head, it was a darken bubblegum shade with the tip already leaking in want. You leaned forward to try and get a taste, but he kept you from moving with a small smile. “We can save that for another time, I want to focus on you first…” he kissed you feverishly as he raised your legs on his hips, driving them into yours to create some friction before finding that spot he wants to dig himself in.
The two of you moan in unison, your fingertips clutching around his shoulders. His eyes remain crossed while his eyebrows furrowed together as he fights every part of himself to not fuck you rough and raw right there, he still has the sensibility to check with you once more, searching your face for any sign of discomfort or hesitance. At the sight of none he continues moving, albeit in a slow and steady pace.
Never would you have imagined how much both of you have been wanting this until he picks up the pace and you’re clasping onto his back fearing this is nothing but a dream and he’ll disappear when you wake up, but his touches and his noises keep you grounded enough alongside the way he’s rearranging your guts with how he complies to your every need. It’s during this ravishing endeavor did your phone started ringing, you’re too occupied nor do you give a shit about your former date but Fern had another thought in mind. He takes a moment to slow down to fetch the device and angle it properly.
“What are you up to now?” you manage to ask, your breath hitching up as he snaps a quick picture of his hand on your chest, obscuring any of the good part but keeps in frame an idea of what’s going down.
“Showing that douchebag what he’s missing out on.”
You laugh as the phone starts pinging as a wave of messages start beeping in, before Fern tosses it aside as he takes matters into his own hand. You smile at him, cradling his face as you pull him in for another kiss. Fern picks up the speed once more, unable to contain himself with how close he’s driving you up the wall, begging for your release and like previously stated he’s one who aims to please.
“Give it to me… please…” the words spill out of you unconsciously, needing him in the most carnal way possible.
“Oh I’ll give it to you alright,” Fern huffs, his breaths mixing with yours as he leans forward. “I’ll give it to you so good, ugh… you won’t be needing that guy or anyone else. Fuck…!” His body trembles with how you’re tightening up around him, his words doing it for you in ways you never would’ve expected. It was enough to send you spiraling in ecstasy, convulsing and contorting as you gasped frantically for a few seconds, which was undeniably hot in Fern's eyes and put him over the edge as well, the fatigue sending him crashing over you covered in sweat and scratches.
You've prohibited Fern from smoking in the department several times because you despise the smell of weed, but now that you're overwhelmed by his scent, whenever you catch a whiff of it from him, you'll be reminded of this passionate night, how he's pressed against you, how he grunts whenever you run your hands over his long shaggy green dyed hair, and the intensity of the whole thing.
looks at you with tears,.,.,,. Fern adventure time x reader fanfic.,,., pleas,.,.
Shh don't weep fellow anon. I have just the thing in my back pocket (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
A 3k wordcount (and growing) Fern x reader oneshot, modern au with friends to lovers.
It's been a busy and silent year that's true, however there's atleast three projects in the works with two of them almost ready for posting. Here's a sneak peak of the Fern oneshot, it's based on a silly headcanon i made about modern!Fern working at a dispensary lol:
(And they were roomates)
It’s been another long day at work but atleast he can enjoy the delights of not working on weekends.
Fern solemnly inhales a joint and blows the smoke into the chilly night, watching it dissipating into the city lights below from high up the department building. He tries to adjust his step on the railing but accidentally topples over one of your potted plants on the already small balcony, he held the rolled-up piece of paper in his mouth before quickly placing it upright.
“And here I thought the birds were stealing dirt from my plants.” You laugh at the sight of him.
“Well, you’re the one who told me I’m not allowed to smoke in the department.” He responds with a huff, the smoke escaping past his lips like dye droplets on untainted water, he extends his hand towards you as an offer but you shake your head whilst scrunching your nose at the invasive smell.
“Tsk, you’re already surrounded by the stuff at work why continue to smoke it here?” you ask, leaning against the door.
“Just cause I work at a dispensary doesn’t mean I stand there getting high all day,” he rolls his eyes at you but he smirks at the joint in between his fingers. “But I do get an employee’s discount.”
“Of course, of course. Who needs labor benefits like dental when you get a discount on weed.” You shake your head with another laugh.
“Do you want something or you’re just here to judge?” Fern eventually brings up the topic which reminds you of why you were looking for him in the first place.
“Oh yeah, I’m looking for my favorite sweater, but I can’t find it, since you did laundry yesterday I figured you’ve seen it?”
Fern shrugs. “I haven’t seen it, but I left a clean jacket hanging in the back of your door.”
You pursue your mouth together, not fully convinced but also not willing to waste more time looking for it. “Alright, thanks.” You were about to close the balcony door until you turn around and point at your roommate. “Careful with my plants, if you break one I’m charging you.” You warn which Fern responds with a lazy smile and a crossing a hand gesture over his heart. “Scouts honor.” This made you chuckle again before closing the door. Fern looks back into the city night as he felt an ache in his chest, reminding him why he started smoking on the balcony in the first place.
It’s been 6 months since he moved out from his brother’s place and was looking for a cheap place to rent until his options led him to share a department with you, although you gave him the side eye at first due to his smoking preference, after a small conversation gave you an idea of the kind of guy he is and so you gave him a chance, ever since then he’s tried to stay on your good side and, considering you haven’t kicked him out, he’s been doing a good job. Although you did prohibit him from smoking indoors and he was relegated to the balcony. But besides that, things were easygoing between the two of you starting as strangers and now being the best of besties. And yet, there were moments like these where he started desiring something more than friendship.
it's not in your fandom list but I noticed you said we could ask for other fandoms as well, so could you maybe write a postal dude (preferably from the 1997 game or the second game from 2003) x reader?
I know little bits of the lore but other than that I've never played the games. I looked up a few youtube videos and reader inserts for him to get a grasp on the Dude but I feel that he's way out of my depth for me to do him justice. Sorry! but thanks for asking tho ✨
Can you do a part 3 for the candy fern story please
So i've been thinking about this longer than I should have and after rereading the original stuff i wrote for Fun, I think it already wraps up nicely as it is and doesn't need anything added to it. But i am willing to write more candy Fern content in general.
