bearw-me

[bearw-me]

This is kinda dark so if you don't wanna do it it's cool. Can I request Carmilla running into a son reader? [Years before she had her daughters she had a son but she was too strict/serious on her boy which led to him...taking his own life. The experience made Carmilla realize she mightve been too hard on him so when hid sisters come around she showers them with love] The reader thinks carmilla is going to scold him, scream at him or anything but she just hugs him hard and tells him she's sorry and that she loves him

i'd like to put my author's note up here before you guys read what i wrote/make a little disclaimer!

TW: mentions of harm

I wouldn't write the act, per-se, but i had absolutely no problem with your request because it doesn't really involve those details (fic wise) this one is mostly about comfort and a nice reunion!

just before you go, know your best-friend mal is always here for you <3 this and every other fic i write is my silent love-letter to you

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐨 — 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

𐐒 includes : carmilla carmine x son!reader, odette, clara 𐐒 cw : angst, hugs, kisses, comfort 𐐒 summary : after a few decades in hell, you decide it's time to stop putting it aside and visit your mother for the first time since you've appeared in hell. as anxious as you are, she receives your visit with open arms. 𐐒 word count : 1.1 k

The metal body of the cab rattled against the broken highway, the sights of Pentagon city flashing past you in a pink florescent blur. You sighed, slumping into the leather seats.

Were you really doing this?

The thought made your stomach bubble with new found nerves. Rolling and wrenching the muscles in your stomach so hard you suddenly had to lean forward in your seat. Forced to stare at all the dust and garbage littered about the floor.

"Oh god I'm gonna be sick," you mumbled to yourself.

"Don't throw up in my car kid," the driver growled at you, suddenly adjusting his rearview mirror so that he could keep an eye on you.

You tried not to roll your eyes, taking a quick glance out of the window just in time to witness the change in districts.

"Might wanna keep your head down kid! We're in Carmine's district now," he laughed, a hoarse sound filled with cigarette smoke.

You had never actually been in this part of hell. After all these years you've been here, watching as the districts had shifted between hands in the great soul exchange. . .

All those years until you realized she had fallen here just like you.

And you didn't really know how to process that thought just yet.

The once chaotic district was now more silent.

Shadows skulking between buildings and alleyways, making deals to sell weapons and bartering for money.

You grimaced, opting to let those images blur in your mind and let your head fall against the rattling window.

What possessed you to see your mother after all these year? Who knows. . .

It just felt like it had to be done.

Soon, the tall white building had come into view, a place you heard the overlords of hell met up.

And today, Carmilla would be here, same with your-. . .

Odette and Clara.

You stepped out of the cab, soles hitting the pavement with a tap. You paid what you owed to the driver and waved a quick thanks as he sped off, the devil on his heels.

That left you alone, standing like David against Goliath with the empire she had built.

She's. . . kept herself busy.

It's all you could think about. Staring at the gleaming tiles of the building with hesitance.

What would she say to you? Should you have told her you were coming? That you were here?

The sickness that seemed to be plaguing you had come back in waves.

The last time you had remembered seeing her, you were both alive on Earth, screaming at each others faces.

"One day, mi hijo, you will have to do everything for yourself! You will have to take over the business! YOU have to carry all that burdens us and I NEED you to be ready for that! Why can't you just see that! I won't always be here for you! YOU NEED TO STEP UP TO THIS!"

But. . .

You just couldn't do everything she had wanted of you. The standards, the rules, the burden. . . it was all too heavy for one person to carry.

And now here you were, on the white-waiting room couch unannounced.

To sayy. . . what exactly?

You bit at your nails in thought, leg bouncing up and down as you waited for your name to be called.

It was pretty empty today.

No one was really sitting in here with you.

That was a great thought.

A deep, strung-out exhale shook its way out of your lungs.

Nerves, you figured.

You didn't even know what to do with your hands, running them through your hair and rocking back and forth in your seat, wondering if it was too late to just stand up and leave-

"Um. . ." You stopped completely, turning your head towards the sound of your voice.

Just before the office doors, two small sinners stood side by side, holding a clipboard up to their faces as they eyed you with surprise.

Odette and Clara.

There was no mistaking them.

"That's. . . me?" You rose from your seat like a ghost, not really feeling anything but utter surprise.

It was the first time you've ever seen them. The same cream colored hair, the same eyes, they even stood en pointe like her.

Odette and Clara.

"Come with us," Clara beckoned, her curly hair and grey skin. . . did she look like that too? Now that she was a sinner?

Thank goodness the girls turned away from you quickly, giving you just enough time to wipe a stray tear from your eye. Estranged siblings that you've never even met. . . and you were so full of emotion at just the sight of them.

Did they know who you were?

You watched them wearily, the two exchanging quick glances at each other and occasionally, at you.

"She's right in here," Clara trailed off.

Odette glanced at you through her round glasses, a hint of worry lifting her eyebrows up "She wasn't expecting you today."

"Alright," you shrugged. I mean, it was a fact you already knew, but to hear the two of them say it to you was the final slap of reality you weren't sure you entirely needed.

The two of them opened the doors for you, watching intently as you shuffled into the room, and back at each other incredulously.

"Ay dios mio, I said I didn't have time for meetings. . ." you heard her mumble, face covered by a laptop screen, hunched over and lost in her work.

It was how you remembered her.

"Mamá," you called out, finally taking a seat in front of her desk, unsure of who or what you'd find on the other side of that screen.

With that one word, she froze still, a pair of demonic red eyes peering over the top of that silver screen.

"Mamá," you said again, a choked sound now that you realized it was her.

It was actually her.

A sinner, your mother, an overlord, who was finally before you.

It was like all the things you had planned on telling her had thrown themselves together and crumbled beneath the sight of her.

"Mi hijo."

"Mamá, I know you're mad at me," the tears came without warning, and you shuffled uncomfortably in your seat, unable to keep looking at her as the sobs wracked through your body, pleading for her forgiveness "I tried my best! I tried! I-"

"Mi hijo, I'm so sorry," your mother flew into your arms, the familiarity of her love so striking that you became undone in her arms.

She cried into your neck, a sound you've never heard before "Oh mi hijo, no heavens could ever keep me away from you, never, and I and never letting you go again,"

"I love you mi hijo."

#hazbin hotel #imagines #fic #oneshot #carmilla carmine x son!reader #male reader #hazbin carmilla #hazbin carmilla carmine #tw: dark themes #angst #comfort #hazbin odette #hazbin clara #tw: mentions of harm #hugs #sending hugs anon #accidentally posted this too soon lol #tags

[bearw-me]

What's your favorite ship, x reader included. Personally I love Charlie's angles.

Also have I made a request here? My mind's a bit foggy😅

WAIT update me on what Charlie's angels IS!

I don't know but I NEED to know lol.

I assume its either charlie x vaggie, charlie x emily, charlie x lute/adam?, or charlie x angel?

And unless you were a anon request uhh no! I've not seen you request! :)

I think so far i really like chaggie's ship, as its the only one i've seen in the show developed really well. Zestial x Carmilla looks really good too but I really need to know more before i assume the dynamic! i don't really have a developed opinion 😅

and as far as x reader goes. . . i might be biased to Lute and her girlfriend/boyfriend lol (im seriously considering Lute x Cupid!reader)

But personally, I LOVE reading the Husk x reader fics

#hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin charlie #what am i talking about #plz tell me what charlies angels is #luteee

[bearw-me]

Can you please do Loona x Male Vampire Sinner Reader? Thanks for your time!

no problemo anon! my first loona request eeeee!

𝐈 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐨 — 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐇𝐜𝐬

𐐒 includes : loona x male!reader, blitzø mentioned 𐐒 cw : fluff, mentions of biting/blood/cannibal town/death/killing, i swear as per usual 𐐒 summary : just little imagines with loona and her cool new boyfriend + vampire!reader doing vampire stuff 𐐒 note : i had creative freedom w this request and i RAN with it

Loona loves your teeth, like 'it makes you look hot'

Loona saying her teeth are bigger and smiling just to tease you

if you were comfortable, she'd one day, awkwardly ask you if she could see your fangs (they are so sharp it has her blushing)

you make her nervous/scared, in a very good way, like her hands never know what to do when she talks to you or where her eyes should be

is it disrespectful to be staring at your lips so intently?

if you catch her, she looks away really fast

as her boyfriend in general, her tail always starts swishing back and forth when you're around (especially if you were in the dating stage of a relationship)

I think she'd like 'romantic bad boys', and when she thinks of a vampire she is obviously adoring you from head to toe (talk about gothic fantasies coming true!)

isn't fazed by blood (i mean her dad's a paid murderer. . . she's a paid murderer. . .) but don't try to hug her of kiss her with that stuff on you

but god would she think you'd look so fucking sexy with that shit!

is afraid to introduce you to her dad, Blitzø, so she just doesn't. . . she can wait and keep things casual before you're introduced

texts you all night like a love-sick puppy

and it feels easier for her to text you how she feels in the moment (although she is an honest person)

im loving this hell-hound/vampire dynamic btw guys (fic???)

you remember the spring-break trap her and I.M.P did on spring break? she'd do that for you too if you needed a little drink

plus, i think she'd find it attractive if you killed someone for her, and to think you'd be jealous someone else wanted her too afterward

an extremely loyal person/girlfriend

you literally make her heart melt, and god if it doesn't get on her nerves

(as we've seen) loona's very socially awkward at first, especially if she really likes you

romantically speaking, you'd have to make the first move or she'd stumble into it herself

likes your style (if we assume vampire!reader is typical vampire)

Loona's literally a love-struck girl, like just gleaming at you with soft eyes all the time, you'll just catch her staring at you with the most innocent smile in all of hell

'love-bombs' pretty much overload her brain

(vampire!reader can turn into a bat) she'd find it really cute, especially if you stayed still so that she could get a good look at you

(sleeping upside down also has her heart doing little flips) and she takes a picture to have on her phone (you probably wouldn't know it even happened either)

date w/ loona in cannibal town

the sun wouldn't be an issue in hell, so she'd have the liberty to see you whenever she wants right?

#helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #imagines #headcanons #hcs #headcannons #male!reader #helluva loona #loona x male!reader #reader insert #loona x y/n #loona x you #vampire #vampire!reader #sinner #fluff #relationship #blitzo mentioned #fangs

[bearw-me]

i loveee this dynamic sm 🖤🖤😭

thoughts

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel lilith

[bearw-me]

i wanna do a follower event soon! anyone got any ideas? gentlemen, i am genuinely out of ideas lol, throw some suggestions at me?

#hazbin hotel #imagines #headcannons #update #bear w me #follower event #?

[bearw-me]

"The dark feathers of her wings expanding like a protective wall around her back to yours." DID SOMETHING TO ME. That fic was TOO good I swear

Soooo, could I request a lute x fem!reader where they're in an argument and like the reader is really calm during it, but Lute is just yelling until she actually says something that strikes a cord within reader and upsets her. Maybe something reader told her in confidence or something Lute knew would hurt her feelings.

But anyways the moment the words leave her mouth Lute's surprised by her own actions and immediate regrets it - especially when she notices the tears in readers eyes before she storms out and locks herself away.

Yada yada lute apologizes her and it ends in a cuddle session with lute wrapping her wings around her!

I'm just really in the mood for angst to fluff 💀. Sorry if this is too long!

thank you so muchh ( TT-TT ) and no request is too long! the more info i gots the better!

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭 — 𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐞.

𐐒 includes : lute x fem!reader 𐐒 cw : angst to fluff, cuddling, swearing 𐐒 summary : during an argument lute says something she regrets, and she'd like to make it up to you 𐐒 word count : 1 k 𐐒 note : i fear i may be too angsty

“Lute,” you tried, voice knotted into a whisper as she screamed at you relentlessly.

“On the promenade!! The FUCKING PROMENADE!” She screamed through her teeth like a banshee, pulling at her scalp in frustration. “Why the fuck would you do that! What is wrong with you!”

“Lute,” you tried again, feeling her words stabbing at your heart like a knife.

‘What is wrong with you!’

You knew better than to try and fight her, or even try to touch her when she was worked up like this. . . but you’ve never seen her like this.

The righteous angel’s wings, unfurled with a fury so hot that they broke everything around it. The sound of broken glass made you cringe, a picture of the two of you shattered beside the nightstand.

“WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU SAY THAT TO THE SERAPHIMS!?”

You stopped trying, screwing your lips shut as you watched on with a blank face-cracked with pain as you laid witnessed Lute’s wraith.

Feather’s breaking from her wings as they fluttered in agony, her finger pointed accusingly at your chest “I’M FUCKING DONE WITH YOU! NO WONDER YOU THOUGHT YOU WEREN’T GOOD ENOUGH FOR HEAVEN.”

And then it sunk in deeper and faster than her spear ever could:

“NO WONDER YOU THOUGHT YOU WEREN’T GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME!”

The world just seemed to stop.

Her wings fell. The whirlwind of her rage stopping immediately, sweeping your hair across your bubbling eyes.

You stared at her incredulously, her eyes popped open in surprise.

She knew how to hurt you. . .

And she did.

You felt your heart smash to pieces, tears and gross sobs wracking your body so fiercely you could’ve sworn she had physically hurt you.

But maybe you’d have preferred that.

Before she could reach out to you and grab you or try to coax an apology through to you by whispering your name, you stormed out of the bedroom. The image of your white tiled floors beneath you; form already hugging your knees to your chest as you cried violently. The sounds of the door being shaken behind you a long-faded noise in your mind.

Who knows how long you were in that bathroom until the tears had dried against your face. You stared up at the ceiling, aching everywhere, and tired. So tired. It had been some time since you’ve cried like that, you thought bittersweetly. And like a trigger you saw Lute’s face in your mind, her lips replaying the worst memory you’d ever received.

You sniffled, turning onto you side with a soft groan. The tiles were hard against your skin, but since you’ve been here a while, they were nice and hot against your face.

You managed a glance at the door, Lute had abandoned it for a while now, leaving you alone to your thoughts and to process the whole thing. . . but you didn’t know if you liked it.

Having her gone was nice. . . but was she gone?

Lute. . .

You scraped yourself from the floor, bare skin padding against the cool tiles. You were just tired, and over this fight, maybe you could think about it more when you had sleep.

The bathroom door creaked open, flooding the dark bedroom with a harsh white light. To your surprise, it revealed Lute laying on the bed, pillows thrown around her back like usual, laying on her side. The massive wings of the angel covering her like a blanket.

It always reminded you of a crab in its shell, the way she liked to protect herself when she slept.

A soft sigh slipped from your lips, and you rounded your side of the bed, reaching to lift her wing up and away so you could rest.

The moment your fingertips grazed one of her primary feathers her entire wing recoiled with a shuttering noise. You stared at her, revealed to you like a precious pearl in a dark, dark place. She had been crying some too. Her eyeliner had run and smeared itself all over her eyelids like a grey mask.

Lute lifted her wing up, extending her arm out on the bed and pulling her legs up in a silent offer. An olive branch of peace.

You tried not to smile, crawling into your normal place with her, face to face on the soft mattress. It felt way better than the tiled floor of the bathroom, especially with her warmth against your chest.

Lute snuggled into your face, never once letting go of your eyes when she spoke the simple: “I’m sorry.”

Silence felt better for you, or maybe you could muster the energy to reply to her. She was just so warm around you. Her wings encasing your body like a cloud. No one ever brought it up, but feathers were always good at keeping their warmth in.

“I only said that because I knew,” she trailed off for a moment, “I knew it would hurt you the most.”

It was quiet again for a minute.

You let your eyes adjust to the darkness and welcomed a short sleep in her arms before the two of you jolted awake, a loud snore breaking the silence.

The tender rays of morning were drifting through the rooms shear curtains. It was morning already.

You turned to Lute, missing her innocently before you realized she was awake too, already looking at you with her golden eyes. “Do you think you’d like to sleep in today? I’m too tired.”

You smiled “Yes.”

“Back to bed then.”

She pulled you in closer, skin against skin in the way that felt most familiar to you both. You smiled into her neck, and you could feel her smile too.

With a newfound burst of love, the cuddly aggression took over the both of you. Your hands going up her ribs and around her shoulders while she rubbed your back, legs locking you in as close as she could muster you. Fully appreciating the feeling of your body next to hers.

“I love you,” she stated, eyes flickering down to your lips before hers crashed into yours.

#hazbin hotel #imagines #headcannons #headcanon #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin lute #reader insert #lute x reader #lute x y/n #lute x you #lute x gn!reader #gender neutral reader #angst #fluff #cuddling #fic #oneshot

[bearw-me]

Post-extermination!Lute x fem reader? Where lute is trying to show that she's still good/strong enough for reader and she can still be independent. Along with reader comforting Lute about how she's still perfect for her. (Details and examples below bc i enjoy rambling sorry)

I imagine that after loosing her arm lute would be very showy about overcompensating for it. And that if reader even tried to treat her bit differently, like being more SLIGHTLY gentle/careful with her, lute would get offended tell her to knock it off.

Lute's a strong woman, pre-extermination her carried reader alllll the time. Post-extermination Lute would most certainly still try too (and surprisingly succeeds somehow) despite the reader's worries of being dropped or being too heavy for 1 arm.

This ranges from trying to hold all the groceries alone to trying to prove she's still good in the bedroom by not allowing the reader to help (like she'd literally tell reader to let her do it alone)

I hope you have a wonderful day!!!

dont apologize for requesting! i adore long requests! they have all the little details for the prompt included that make the story just- *chefs kiss*

𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐨 𝐈𝐭 — 𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𐐒 includes : post-extermination!lute x fem!reader 𐐒 cw : fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, mention of blood/stitches/wounds 𐐒 summary : lute's adjusting to life after extermination day, and as her girlfriend, you hope to make it easier on her 𐐒 note : i don't even know what to call my rambling anymore lol, love it

like we all saw at the end of the season, lute is full or rage- and a little hurt

the loss of her arm, initially, didn't hurt as much as losing her best friend

it takes longer for her to heal and accept the sudden turn of events

she doesn't want it to stop her or hold her back, especially from her relationship with you (especially with the loss of adam) she'd want to hold on tight to you

(like in the ask) Lute isn't one to just be beaten down by this, its a challenge she's going to fking overcome-by herself

likes to do things for YOU instead of the other way around, like if you want a snack or something she won't even let you stand up (let alone THINK) about grabbing it yourself

definitely wouldn't tell you about how she feels unless its too much, but you can see it in her; the way she's sluggish or looking down more often.

(although im not sure atm) I assume Lute is right-handed; without the left, things can get a bit trivial at times

like when you watch her try to balance her long spear with one arm, the weight of the steel trembling between her fingers. the muscles in her arms not used to carrying the entire weight by itself

Lute carrying you with one arm: she tries like how she used to, by putting an arm under your arms to support your back-but stops when she realizes she cant pick you up bridal style

I think she could manage holding you that way, around your back if you also hold onto her by wrapping your arms around her shoulders

(on this note) you being so close to her face is the perfect opportunity for her to kiss you

Hugging her from the back is not happening- her wings and all. . .

If you tried to help her take care of her arm too; bandaging it or cleaning it; she'd refuse all help and lock herself in the bathroom until she's handled it herself

(you can hear a ton of mumbled swearing and things knocking around)

its not a you thing, its a her thing; she needs to prove to herself that she can do it

Lute would hate all the flowers the other exterminators would get her; to the point she wouldn't even acknowledge the roses you placed on her nightstand

she's too stubborn to ever say it, but she's thankful you're still with her: Lute giving you soft kisses when she thinks your asleep, whispering all the 'thank you's' she doesn't think she could ever say to you awake

The loss of her arm pushes her to work harder, especially on the arm she still has in order to compensate for what happened

Technically, the hell-spawn didn't take her arm, but they still took a lot from her- she doesn't want that to mean they could take you from her too

You bet your ass the day will come where she picks up that spear again, better than fucking ever

#headcannons #hazbin hotel #imagines #headcanon #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin lute #reader insert #lute x reader #lute x y/n #lute x you #hcs #lute hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lute #post extermination #extermination #lute x fem!reader #angst #fluff #hurt/comfort #tw blood #tw mention of blood

[bearw-me]

Can you write about Lute x Exterminator reader who is normally sweet and dumb, but goes feral on extermination day to the point where it scares everyone but Lute?

ofc i can!! ty for requesting this ( T - T )

𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐲 — 𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𐐒 includes : lute x exterminator! reader, adam 𐐒 cw : fluff, mentions of killing, mentions of blood, kisses 𐐒 summary : lutes thoughts on a cute reader who literally kills it on extermination day 𐐒 note :

nothing really rattles lute in general

but seeing you on extermination day is definitely UP there

doesn't scare her, yes. . . more like. . . surprises her

Lute, unlike your exterminator sisters in arms, knows that you wouldn't hurt one of them- so she has nothing to really fear

in fact, i think she'd be so fucking proud

the other girls tho- they are scared shitless of you

just hovering high over hells ring, watching how the squadrons are doing and progressing, all while ultimately looking for you. Gazing down at the path of utter destruction you've wreaked on the poor sinners with a twinge of pride in her heart.

you'd always end up with the most kills after every extermination, probably more than lute herself

Adam hasn't put two and two together:

from lutes cute ass, bubbly girlfriend, to the 'masked slaughter bitch' he loves watching on extermination day. . .

he definitely hasn't figured out they are the same person

i think seeing you lose your mind on extermination day makes lutes palms tingle (as in its a new experience that makes her keep falling for you)

i.e. nervous in a good way

likes to come back to your cute self when its over though and congratulate you on your good work

before you fly down to her and report on how it went, lute takes off her mask and pulls you by the waist into a heated kiss, shutting you up immediately

Lute doesn't like to show you any favoritism as she knows it wouldn't be fair to the other exterminators

she likes to definitely pay it out though behind closed doors or while off-the-clock

#hazbin hotel #imagines #headcannons #headcanon #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin lute #reader insert #lute x reader #lute x y/n #lute x you #lute x fem #lute x fem!reader #tw blood #tw death #fluff

[bearw-me]

Please draw Rosie I will give you my soul🙏🙏🙏

BOOM HERE U GO!! LADY ROSIE 💕💕💕

SHE'S... SO PRETTY IM AFRAID.. HEAR ME OUT!!!

#GAGGED #i’m that last photo for real #hazbin hotel #hazbin art #hazbin hotel fanart #rosie hazbin hotel

[bearw-me]

Hihi! Could I request Lute x female reader that's in a popular rock band. Lute is helping her wind down after a concert bc each time a show's over she starts to over think on whether she actually performed well (each performance is spectacular, reader just gets post performance anxiety)

I saw her do 🤘 during Hell is Forever and now its all I can think about. Plus she wouldn't have to worry about the reader not getting along with adam because they can bond over rock.

Take care!!!

Hello!! I rewatched the scene when i saw your request! it happens for like a split second but i swear- did you see the little fist bump she gave adam lmaoo

𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫!𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

𐐒 includes : lute x female! reader, adam 𐐒 cw : swearing, fluff, comfort 𐐒 summary : general hcs + lute comforting you on an amazing performance 𐐒 note : thank you for this amazing idea! - i have spiraled towards the end lol

lute saying "ugh, your all sweaty" when you hug her but also not doing anything to stop you because she loves it

I think, like Adam in the show, rock is definitely Lute's favorite music genre

and to have a girlfriend in a popular band is overwhelming to say the least

gosh she's just so super proud after your shows, waiting backstage for you with a kiss and some water

and she'd adore the fact that Adam likes her girlfriend too (he's her best friend so, understandable)

even after the show when everyone's looking for you, Lute will steal you away for a few minutes just for the two of you

your manager knows not to f*ck with her so. . .

Lute comforting you after a show is pretty standard, she doesn't completely get the 'jitters' you feel or whenever you ask her "was that good enough? do you think they liked it?"

"You did fucking amazing," she'll rub your back, sitting next to you on a box that the band carried in earlier, "listen to the crowd," she'll tell you. the screams for an encore rising through the darkened stage and fog.

"You always do fucking amazing."

Even if you get a little unsure on stage, you can always look for her in the crowd and she'll always be smiling

your girlfriend lute always takes the best pictures of you on stage (its literally her lock screen so)

probably will not go onstage with you for anything

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imagine meeting lute because she was your biggest f*cking fan

And believe you me, Lute can fucking scream her head off cheering for you.

it'd be so cute to hear her strained voice after one of your shows ♡

#hazbin hotel #imagines #headcannons #headcanon #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin lute #reader insert #lute x reader #lute x y/n #lute x you #band au #hcs #lute x fem!reader #fluff #comfort

[bearw-me]

GOOD LORD ANONS, you guys have such good ideas like your mind 🖤

Ill work on reqs tonight amd maybeee something with lute and adam (like a platonic thing bc im weak)

but also dont be surprised if the 'multifandom' part of my blog starts showing within the next couple of weeks

adore you guys 🖤

#anon ask #requests open #reqs open #imagines #update

[bearw-me]

Greetings, I'd love to see some Verosika x male reader headcannons, with them wanting a serious relationship with her and actually caring about her, seeing how she reacts. Bonus idea if she gets a little bit possessive.

Hello! I would like to see that too! lol + spoiler alert: verosika is always possessive of her boyfriend

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬?

𐐒 includes : verosika mayday x male!reader 𐐒 cw : swearing, fluff, possessiveness, slight angst 𐐒 summary : general hcs + verosika in a serious relationship 𐐒 note : new love interest unlocked guys

you want a serious relationship with her, and she doesn't take you seriously at first (its all fun and games until you fall in love right?)

in the beginning, i don't think she'd trust you entirely (past relationships have made her doubt new ones) maybe look through your phone or worry constantly about what you say to her

she flirts with you like everyone else, and when you start to show genuine interest in her she's surprised (and quiet literally blushing)

verosika is prone to be very dismissive and even a little distant

like when you try to hold her hand or wrap your arm around her she feels uncertain about it or pulls away completely

it doesn't happen often though, just when the doubt starts to get to her and she needs a drink to cool down

maybe you'd just want her for the usual things: her fame, fortune, looks. . .

definitely needs a little reassurance (when you give it to her she just pouts, pretending like its stupid, or your stupid)

yes, she's defensive but also: a bad bitch, she'd try not to let you see her think otherwise

verosika's weakness is definitely words of affirmation

in a serious relationship verosika is all over you all the time (she's a succubus; she loves touching you)

sitting on your lap, draping her arms around your shoulders or being wrapped up underneath your arm. Hell, even when she 'lets go of you' to talk shit to someone she'll still have her tail wrapped around your ankle

likes biting you/giving you hickeys when she's jealous (everyone has to know your HER boyfriend)

or even leaving obvious lipstick stains on your jaw

ughhh and if your really committed to her, she's committed to you

calls you babe or baby in the most seductive voice she can muster (especially when she wants something from you in particular)

be ready to be spoiled fucking rotten with gifts and unnecessary shit (verosika loves buying you stuff, especially if it looks fucking good on you, like gold. . . or a 'stupid' phone case)

the kind of girl to get a tattoo for you

really super proud of her boyfriend + she likes to flaunt you shamelessly (especially to other 'bitches' who think they can have you instead)

she's so in love with you; and can you imagine the weight of that statement considering she's a succubus with a broken heart

she still pretends like you'll leave in a heartbeat- she's still a little defensive and prepares her heart for it- but every time you prove her wrong, she can let herself be more comfortable with you

'lovebombs' do something to her physically and she can't stand it

but also: do it again

can i just say thank you for requesting this! it was so much fun to write!

#helluva boss x you #helluva boss x reader #helluva verosika #verosika mayday #verosika x reader #verosika x male!reader #reader insert #headcannons #headcanon #hcs #relationship #imagines #possessive #jealousy #helluva boss #verosika x you

[bearw-me]

The art has me in a CHOKEHOLD-

Does this mean SOMETHING???

[bearw-me]

Reposting some hazbin art

#hazbin hotel #chaggie #hazbin hotel fanart

[bearw-me]

Hiiii!!! Would you mind doing headcannons / a fanfic where Husk has a crush on the reader and one day they ask him if they could cover being a bartender for a while to give him a small break (and to chat with Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb bc they are sitting at the bar too) and he agrees, not thinking that they would actually be able to make any drink or anything, but they actually end up being a phenomenal bartender (yet has never told or shown anyone until now), and it make him flustered as he has an even bigger crush on them now (which he thought was literally impossible). Thank youuuu!!!! 💖💖💖 (Also I love ur work 💖✨)

I cant describe in words how your request made me feel lmao! and thank you so much! ( i could talk about this dynamic all day ♡♡♡

𝐀 𝐅𝐞𝐰 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐔𝐩 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞

𐐒 includes : husk x gender neutral! reader, cherri bomb, angel dust 𐐒 cw : drinking/mentions of drinking, swearing, fluff, mutual pining, reader and husk are flirting so hard smh 𐐒 summary : Husk could use a break from the bar, so you offer to take up the job for the rest of the night! 𐐒 word count : 1.7 k 𐐒 note : ah, husk + his drinks (guys! husk! with a bartender! is!) my heart is liquid now

The night sure was lively now that Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb came (literally) crashing through the front door.

You smiled, resting your head in your hands as you watched the two from the end of the bar. "Those two must be a handful for you," you teased, letting your eyes flit over to the grumpy old cat you adored.

He managed a smile, glancing over at the two who were downing shots like tomorrow didn't exist. "Yes they are," he mumbled.

"So why'd you come over here Whiskers? You know I'm still working on my drink."

"You know I gotta keep my customer's satisfied," his voice teased back- just as smooth as the whiskey he poured- how charming, you thought. "Can't leave you here all by yourself."

You nodded, feeling a blush creep over the tips of your ears and nose.

Although, you couldn't help but notice. . .

Husk, the charming gambling cat who bartended for the hotel, a cat you could've sworn- or hoped- wanted your attention most nights. . . stared at the pair across the bars edge with a tired eye.

You quietly followed his gaze, humming as you pondered the next move.

"Why don't you pour yourself a drink? On me," you slid your card over the polished wood, only to be stopped as soon as it hit the edge of the bar. Husk's fingers pushing gently against yours.

"It's bad luck for a bartender to drink on the job."

"Is that so? Sounds like superstition," you teased, sadly tucking the card into your pocket.

Doesn't usually stop him from doing it, you moped.

"Hey baby! You can buy me a drink, no strings of course!" Angel called over to you, bringing shameless attention to his chest and biting his lip.

The bar laughed with him, spirits deliciously high tonight now that the couple had joined.

You were glad for the change of pace, "You know what?" You pulled the card out again, raising three fingers so that Husk knew how much to pour "I will buy you that drink Angel."

Cherri and Angel celebrated by downing a shot each, the young overlord herself yelling into the air with glee at the score.

Your gaze lingered over to the two, the sounds of vodka and juice being poured next to you. "Husk?" you asked, not really turning to look at him.

"What's on your mind?"

You waited until the sounds of pouring stopped, little freckles of juice sticking to your hand. . . then you turned to him, a little unsure in what you were asking "This drinks for you."

With a gentle hand, you tried to stop him from sliding it over to you, and responded just as fast as his denial "Let me run the bar for the rest of the night!"

His confusion morphed into the classic doubtful Husk you knew: always keeping his guard up.

"Oh really," he rasped, leaning over the bar to hover right next to your face.

Maybe he was trying to intimidate you, or try to see through you. . . but you tried not to flinch at the challenge, watching his dark eyes narrow "And what do you get out of this?"

You shrugged, a dumb smile popping onto your lips "Time to sober up? How hard could it be?" you purred, relishing in the fact that Husk had recoiled from you.

Sitting across the bar, head cradled in your hands, smirking at him.

He sighed, letting his eyes roll "Alright, fine but-"

Before his sentence even finished, you were right next to him at the back of the bar, staring with a pep in your step at all of the liquors, juices, and garnishes he actually had back here.

"Hey I didn't say you could-"

"Sorry Husk," you pushed him out of the area, feeling a little unwelcome or foreign on this side of the bar.

I mean, you both did, but it wasn't an entirely bad feeling-yet.

"Heyy, the old kitty came to play with us!" Cherri teased, watching as Husk awkwardly took a seat next to the two.

"Finally!" Angel groaned, throwing an arm over Husk and pulling him into the fun.

"On second thought, I don't think this was a good idea," Husk unfurled himself from Angel's grasp.

"Come on Husk, you deserve a break!" Angel insisted.

"Yes! Here are the shots!" You laid the three previously poured shots onto the countertop, eagerly watching as Cherri and Angel picked theirs up, waiting for Husk to join them.

The old cat eyed the shot, the red liquid glimmering quite nicely against the bars wood-top, and back the the pair of smiling faces that awaited him "Fuck it, I could use a drink."

When he smiled, you felt it like your own, proudly watching as the unlikely trio threw the drinks back with a hiss.

"So, what'll it be guys?"

Cherri sighed, slinking over the bar with a devilish grin "Hate 'ta hound ya on your first day, but what can you make?"

You shrugged, the confidence of being behind the bar (and the previous drink you had) voiding any concerns or anxieties you would've had. "What kind of drinks were you thinking?"

"More fucking shots bitch!"

You smiled "Dirty hookers, jagerbombs, lemon drop shots. . . maybe a kamikaze?"

"Oh~" Cherri put a hand on her chest, feigning flattery, "Fucking all of 'em! And throw in a few snake bites for me!"

"Just the dirty hookers for me, doll."

The pair of deviants giggled, marveling at the bars newest bartender and talking to each other whilst you familiarized yourself with Husks' bar.

He keeps it well stocked, you thought. Speaking of which. . .

As you rummaged around for the appropriate bottles, you could feel a familiar burning at the back of your neck.

Husk was staring at you.

You blushed, trying not to make eye contact by busying yourself with this new found task. "What's with the face, Whiskers?"

You heard him grunt, "What was that?"

"What was what?"

"You an alcoholic or something?" he clarified, the sound of him running his empty shot glass against the table lying underneath Cherri and Angel's conversation.

You hummed, not really answering until you had everything set on the bar. Five shot glasses on either side, you took the two bottles in hand flipping them upside down with a smile.

The three watched with amusement as you flipped one bottle high up, counting in your head the number of ounces you were pouring with the other while catching the bottle just in time.

Husks stomach was doing flips, watching on with a mix of anxiety that you'd break something (or god forbid hurt yourself) and the fact that you were actually. . . laughing.

The alcohol in your hands, whiskey, rum, vodka- anything- flying between your hands with the debonaire smile on your face.

Every movement, every flip, every spin. It all looked-

Husk caught himself, throwing his gaze to the side and moping. Trying hard not to think about anything.

"Here you go!" You slid the shots over to the pair, sure that it'd keep them busy for a while. . . or at least a few minutes.

"So what'll it be, boss?" You leaned over the counter, solely focused on him now, with that smug smile on your face. . . or maybe you were still a little tipsy.

"Boss?"

"Sure," you shrugged "Your gonna pay me after right?" You laughed when his face dropped, assuring him it was a joke. "Come on Husk, its time for you to be served for once, what kind of drink do you want?"

He seemed to freeze, the little pieces of fur on the back of his neck standing up like he was full of static. "Anything, I just need a drink," he said honestly.

Back to the same tired Husk, you smiled, chest filled with warmth. He looked, or he seemed. . . well you didn't actually know. Did he like that you were behind the bar?

You grabbed him a bottle of beer, easily wrenching the bottle cap off with the metal opener.

Husk took it into his hands faster than you could set it on the bar, tipping the bottle back so far that the dark green glass shone in the hotels light.

"I guessed you really could've used that drink," you sighed, feeling a little guilty for not doing him this favor sooner.

"Chug! Chug! Chug!" Angel and Cherri caught on as Husk nursed his bottle to almost empty.

You smiled, albeit a little bittersweetly, and turned back to the bar in order to make him something you figured he'd like to try.

With new found 'confidence', Husk blearily eyed your back, a sinking, fluttery feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. Watching you clean the glasses, something he did all the time, it looked. . . magnificent when you did it.

The night continued without a hitch.

You watched from behind the bar as the three laughed. Yes, Husk was laughing, bottle in hand and letting Angel Dust push him around playfully, daring the two of them to come gamble with him sometime.

It filled your heart completely, he looked really good with a smile on his face. . . And every now and then you'd catch him staring at you, almost as if he were proud.

To be fair, the thought almost made you fumble a cocktail you were making for Angel Dust.

"You know, your pretty good at this," he complimented you, in that glorious drunken heaven he was in. The quiet purrs coming from him was enough to convince you of that.

"Here," you offered, sliding a small silver tray with two shots and limes on it his way "on me."

He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound as fine as the drinks he served you. "No, I couldn't drink two-"

"This one's for me," you pointed, taking the slim glass between your fingers.

"Drinking on the job is bad luck," he slurred.

"Are you kidding me? This is the best luck I've ever had! Come on," you insisted.

Husk's face, while already burning from the alcohol, was flush with nerves, a little smile on his face from the feeling it gave him. "Thanks."

#hazbin hotel #imagines #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel x you #husk x you #husk x reader #husk x y/n #gender neutral reader #reader insert #drinking

[bearw-me]

Absolutely loved that last Carmilla one you did. Could you do a Carmilla x g/n! reader angst turned fluff. Basically insecure/low self esteem reader starts doubting why Carmilla is dating them, they keep hearing what others say and start to think they don't deserve her, she finds out one day.

the angst! the romance! the carmilla hugs! (also ty! I'm glad you liked my writing enough to request something lol!)

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𐐒 includes : carmilla carmine x gender neutral! insecure! reader, zestial/ velvette/ overlords mentioned 𐐒 cw : angst, fluff, self-doubt, hurt/comfort, bullying reader?, hugs/cuddling, crying, reader and carmilla make-out whatt 𐐒 summary : You scroll for too long, obsessed with the idea that Hell is right. . . maybe you don't belong with Carmilla? But then again, she won't really let you go, no matter what anyone says. 𐐒 word count : 946 𐐒 note : just static in my head

You stared with a broken heart at your phone screen, the blue light casting an already darker shadow over your face as you stared at the headlines.

'Carmilla Carmine's New Love Affair?!'

You skimmed over the sub-headers, the bold texts shamelessly poking at you from head to toe, devouring your dignity in one fell swallow.

You groaned, letting your head thump against the cold tile of the kitchen counter.

Is that what they really thought about you? Is that what all of hell was saying? Carmilla. . . The thought summoned tears to your eyes.

Although it was extremely unhealthy to do so, and you thought better of it. You kept scrolling.

The V's, who basically ran the media within the Wraith ring were all talking about it, plastering your face next to hers in an attempt to tear you both down.

The feeling in your hands began to disappear, remembering with darkening vision how the overlords looked down at you like you were something to pity.

Something worth looking down on.

Especially when you stood next to her. . .

The deadliest arms dealer in all of hell.

Even Zestial? The doubt clouded your head like thick rain clouds. Maybe he thought you weren't good enough either. . . just gave you his blessing out of pity.

The way he looked at you, you remember, his shadowy features slumping whenever he turned his attention towards you.

You let the phone go, or maybe it shook out of your trembling hands?

A long, drawn out sigh fled your lungs, quickly replaced by a shaken breath.

At least the marble slab beneath your arms was cool, it felt good against your flushed skin.

Maybe I don't deserve her, the thought tore at your throat, pulling tightly until you couldn't help but let out a quiet sob.

How would you tell her? How would you just. . . let her go without all the questions and hurt?

"Is something wrong, mi corazón?"

You jumped, Carmilla's large hand encasing your quivering shoulders. You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn't heard her come in.

"No! Nothing's wrong," you promised. . . unable to look her in the eyes.

"What's this?" She reached for your phone, the blue light flashing momentarily against her grey skin.

"Don't!" you insisted, grabbing the phone from her and practically smashing it onto the counter face down. "I was just- I was just reading something. . ." you tried.

"Why won't you look at me then?" Carmilla grabbed at your face, forcing you to look at her.

The way her eyes softened, a burning rage always locked behind them. . . and her beautiful hair was down. A soft cape draping around her figure and spilling over her shoulders.

You couldn't bear it.

The way she grit her teeth in worry. It felt like you didn't deserve it. Didn't deserve her.

You cried in her hands, closing your eyes so that you didn't have to see her reaction.

And she let you, bending down some to hug you close and tight, rubbing your back until all the pain had fled.

It was another couple of minutes until it felt like it was over, the silence encasing you as you sniffled, trying to hide the embarrassing sound in her skin.

"I know what troubles you these days, my love," she pulled away from the hug, able to properly hold eye contact with you.

You must've looked pathetic.

She smiled, the white fangs biting into her lower lip "How beautiful you are," she whispered, brushing the side of your face and feeling the heat beneath your skin.

"Come here, let's talk about it." Without another word, she lifted you up-for just a moment- and whisked down the quiet halls of her penthouse to the bedroom.

She took up the spot next to you, draping her leg over yours and pulling you closer "I know how you must feel," she stared, propping her head up with her hand, the other coming to rest behind your back. "I just want you to know that I love you, mi corazón, with all my heart. . . that is a promise I make to only a few."

She stroked your side, a bashful smile crawling over her her dark lips "Ay dios mio," she muttered, "You hold my heart like no other will."

The confession, no matter how little or how much you heard it from her, filled your chest with sunlight. A feeling of falling in love that you've felt a handful of times. . . but when it came from her. . . it was new again; and so overwhelming.

"Carmilla?"

Her eyebrows popped up in silent question, before you moved forward, taking her lips in yours. Warm and soft as she kissed you back. She let herself fall into your arms, grabbing at your neck for support while you cradled her head, breaking the kiss for just a moment so that you could pin her under you.

You relished in that split moment.

Carmilla laying beneath you, hair splayed out like a halo around her head, black lipstick smeared down and an evil, needy grin spreading across her face like she'd bite you.

But maybe that's what you wanted.

"I love you," you stated, the confidence in those three words- in the way she made you feel- was enough.

She laughed, a sexy little ringing in your ears that made your heart skip a beat. "Oh mi corazón, you make me feel young again." She pulled you down into her chest, smothering you in kisses, the two of you giggling like a pair of young lovebirds.

#hazbin hotel #imagines #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin carmilla #carmilla carmine #carmilla carmine x y/n #carmilla carmine x you #carmilla carmine x reader #gn!reader #oneshot #anon ask #angst #insecure #low self esteem reader #my beta reader said the vees were in character lol #cuddling #make out #does this count as fluff guys #fluff #hugs and kisses

[bearw-me]

i love the idea that Lute is bad at swearing and Adam is a bad influence on her lmao <3

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