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theostrophywife · 6 months

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agora hills.

pairing: lorenzo berkshire x reader.

song inspiration: agora hills by doja cat.

author's note: as always, this unhinged fic idea started in chlo and i's endless chats about these pesky men. enzo has a special place in my heart because he's so golden retriever sunshine (don't be fooled by that face though he's filthy).

Enzo Berkshire was your best friend.

Despite what your friends seemed to think, the relationship between you two had always been strictly platonic. Perhaps it was easy to misinterpret your actions as romantic. After all, you and Enzo were very touchy and affectionate people. It was typical of you two to hold hands in the halls, cuddle in the common room, and even share the occasional cheek or forehead kiss, which you deemed completely normal. This type of behavior has been the standard since you were eleven years old.

Still, you weren’t blind. You knew your best friend was attractive. Enzo had always been handsome in your eyes, but then fourth year rolled around and everyone else started to notice it too. To be fair, he had grown at least a foot over the summer and quidditch definitely helped him pack on lean muscle. Needless to say, girls flocked to him like a swarm of bees to honey, but he never really seemed interested in any of them. Not that you were paying attention. It was a natural thing to notice when you spent every waking moment with someone.

The point of the matter was that you had absolutely no romantic feelings for Enzo whatsoever. Or so you thought. Until the bloody dream that flipped your friendship on its head.

It was a normal day. You and Enzo were studying in your dorm like you usually did after class. Enzo was sprawled out on the rug scribbling away for his assignment on Ancient Runes. You were on your bed reading up on History of Magic. You knew you should be focusing since there would be a test tomorrow, but the chapter was boring and you were absolutely knackered from attending classes all day.

Before you knew it, you were fully knocked out. A part of you was aware that you were dreaming, but the surreality of it blurred the lines of reality.

In your dreams, you were still in your room studying with Enzo. Except your best friend was no longer hunched over his homework on your rug. Now Enzo was standing at the edge of your bed, blocking out the afternoon sun. You stared up in confusion as he took the book from your hands.

“Enz? What are you doing?”

Enzo stared intently at you, his soft hazel eyes flickering down to your lips. It was a little like being hit with a beam of sunshine. Your heart stuttered in your chest as he ran his thumb across your bottom lip.

“I want to try something.”

You held your breath as Enzo leaned over. The bed dipped from his weight as you sat frozen in place. He rubbed soothing circles along your wrist, causing you to melt into his touch. It was a familiar sensation, one that always calmed you down but right at that moment, you felt anything but. The beat of your heart echoed so loudly that you were sure he could hear it.

Enzo leaned in close, his face mere inches away from yours. He stroked your cheek gently. “I want to kiss you,” he murmured, the low whisper of his voice conjuring goosebumps along your arms. “Can I?”

You blinked, swallowing thickly. He was so close that you could smell the woodsy smell of his cologne, combined with a hint of fresh laundry and citrus.

“Yes,” you responded breathily.

Before you could think better of it, Enzo was kissing you. It was soft and sweet, his kisses gentle while he tested the waters. The quick little pecks soon evolved into deeper kisses as your body responded to his touch. Your hands moved outside of your own volition, fingers tangling in Enzo’s hair as you pulled him closer. He groaned and tilted your head back for a better angle, your bodies pressed close together and radiating heat underneath your clothes.

Enzo scooted back on the headboard and pulled you into his lap without breaking the kiss. You gasped when his hands roamed underneath your skirt, gripping your thighs so that you were fully settled over his length. What started as a sweet innocent kiss escalated into a full on heated makeout session. Kissing till your lips were swollen. Moaning into each other’s mouths. Grasping at every inch of skin the two of you could reach.

When you felt him grind his hardness against your backside, you gasped. Enzo took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, swirling and sucking until you were panting above him.

“Y/N,” he grunted huskily. “I need you.”

The desperation in Enzo’s voice made you shudder. You didn’t even think twice before unbuckling his belt and tugging his boxers down. Enzo groaned as he stroked himself, pulling your panties to the side. You whimpered as he teased his tip at your entrance.

“I want you so fucking bad.”

“I want you too, Enzo.”

Friendship be damned, Enzo gripped your hips and watched as you sank into him. His eyes rolled back when he felt your warmth and wetness hug around his cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned, resting his head in the crook of your neck. “Gods, you feel so fucking good. Better than I imagined.”

You clenched at his words and he inhaled sharply before rolling your hips to set the pace. Once you established a steady rhythm, Enzo pinned you with his lust blown gaze and watched as you rode him. He lavished you with sloppy kisses, stopping every now and then to moan into your mouth while you continued rolling your hips against him.

“That’s it, princess. Feels good, yeah? Keep rolling your hips just like that,” Enzo said, thrusting upwards to fuck into you. “Wanna feel you cum on my cock, pretty girl.”

The filthy words sent you over the edge. Just as Enzo hit that perfect spot, your eyes flew open.

You were startled to find yourself back in your dorm, warm, sweaty, and alone in bed. You nearly fell off altogether when you found Enzo still sitting on the rug below you. While you were dreaming about doing filthy things with him, Enzo was completely oblivious and focused on studying. Like you should’ve been.

Enzo perked up, concern written all over his face when he saw how flushed you were. He immediately rushed over to your side. Your cheeks were so red that he thinks you might be running a fever. Enzo pressed the back of his hand against your forehead and you bit down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from moaning.

“You’re burning up, Y/N.” Enzo sounded genuinely worried. If only he knew the reason why you currently shared the same temperature as the common room fireplace. “Maybe I should walk you over to the infirmary?”

“No!” Your voice echoed shrilly in your dorm, causing you to wince. “I’m fine. I just…I just need fresh air.”

“Oh good, I’ll come walk with you.”

“No,” you said rather harshly. Enzo frowned. “I, uh, I think I should go alone.”

Now Enzo was truly perturbed. He pouted at your refusal. Why didn’t you want him to come? You always walked around the Black Lake together.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Y/N?”

He squinted at you, hoping to catch your gaze. You completely avoided looking him in the eyes before scrambling out of bed.

“I’m fine, really. I’ll see you later, Enz.”

You were out the door before Enzo even had a chance to respond.

You were acting like a bloody idiot.

After that unfortunate afternoon, you spent the next few days avoiding Enzo. The dream had completely flustered you. It was impossible to be in the same room as your best friend. You couldn’t even look Enzo in the eyes without thinking of him being inside of you.

More than that, it was making you rethink your entire friendship. You adored Enzo. He had been a constant in your life since first year. The two of you were inseparable and he was pretty much the most important person in your life. You had never once thought about him in a sexual manner, but obviously you were attracted to him given the filthy thoughts that flooded your mind like a plague.

You were praying to Merlin that this stupid little lapse of yours would pass and take all the hormone addled aftereffects with it. Perhaps it was just lack of physical affection that was causing you to think this way. After all, you had broken up with your last boyfriend months ago. There was the casual hookup every now and then, but those never really satisfied you in the way that you wanted. It certainly wasn’t anything like how Enzo had been in your dream.

As you cataloged and compared your most recent stints, the intrusive thought slipped in without warning. There were no secrets between you and Enzo, so you knew that it had been awhile since he hooked up with anyone else too. Come to think of it, except for a couple flings here and there, Enzo has never really had a serious relationship.

You never really thought much about it. It wasn’t like you were running headfirst into commitment either, but now you couldn’t help but wonder why Enzo had never had a girlfriend. Were relationships just not his cup of tea? If so, why the bloody hell not?

By the time you had unraveled that string, Pansy was snapping her fingers in front of your face. You shook your head and rejoined the present. Before your little spiral, you and Pansy had been discussing the homework for Charms.

Your friend narrowed her eyes on you. “Alright, spill,” Pansy said. “There’s clearly something on your mind.”

You peered around the common room. For the most part, it was empty. Only a few of the other Slytherins lingered in your midst, but one could never be too careful in the viper’s nest.

Once you were sure the coast was clear, you leaned closer to Pansy and spoke in a low voice. “Have you ever had a dream about one of the guys?”

Pansy leaned back on the velvet emerald couch with an expression of intrigue. “What kind of dream?”

“You know,” you urged, picking at the cushion in your lap. “The sexual kind.”

She shook her head, her glossy bob shimmering in the faint light. “No, I can’t say that I have.”

“I have!” Theo said cheerfully as he plopped down between you. His presence startled you, but he looked utterly unperturbed as he butted into the conversation. “About both of you, actually.”

You wrinkled your nose and smacked him on the arm. “Gross, Theo.”

“I’m inclined to agree,” Pansy said with a look of disgust.

Theo was deeply offended by it all. “What? I’ll have you know that I was very loving and gentle,” you groaned and made a gagging sound. “I also had one about Reg and that one wasn’t as gentle, if you know what I mean.”

He grinned cheekily, which only made you lament further. Pansy shook her head in disbelief. “Really, Regulus? He’s the human equivalent of a grumpy black cat. All the first years are terrified of him.”

Theo shrugged. “What can I say? I’m into that. All that surliness and those curls, y’know…”

It was Pansy’s turn to smack him. “For Salazar’s fucking sake, shut it, Theodore. I want to know who Y/N had a dream about.”

“Was it Riddle?” Theo prompted.

“Which one?”

“Mattheo, obviously. Tom looks like he hasn’t had a woman’s touch in years.”

“That’s mean!” you cut in. “I’m telling Tom you said that.”

“Please don’t. I value my life, thank you very much.”

Pansy scoffed. “It’s not either one of the Riddles then.”

“Was it me?” asked Theo.

“Gods, no.”

He rolled his eyes in response. “It can’t be Blaise because him and Pans are shagging on the daily.” Theo’s eyes widened. “Don’t tell me it’s Malfoy.”

“Absolutely not.”

“But he’s close, right?” Pansy said, tapping her chin thoughtfully. You nodded weakly. She gasped. “Oh my god, Berkshire? Really?”

You buried your face in your hands. You were truly going to die of embarrassment. Pansy continued with her assessment. “Well, you two are practically attached at the hip, so it makes sense. Still, I truly didn’t expect it to be Enzo. He’s so sweet, I just can’t see him that way.”

The shit-eating grin on Theo’s face made you cringe. “Was it good? It had to be, right? Is that why you’ve been avoiding him all week?”

“What? I haven’t been avoiding him.”

“Sure you have,” declared Theo. “Berkshire’s all broken up about it. Thinks he’s done something to upset you. The whole time you’ve been nursing filthy little fantasies about sweet baby boy Enzo. Oh, I can’t wait to tell the guys about this.”

Panic seized you and Theo yelped as you held his arm in a death grip. “You can’t say a fucking word, Theo. Do you hear me? It’s already humiliating enough to have a sex dream about my best friend. I will literally murder you if you tell any of the boys.”

Theo sighed. “Fine, I won’t tell. Now let go of me, woman.”

“What are you going to do?” asked Pansy. “You can’t keep avoiding Enzo forever.”

You sighed. You were completely and utterly at a loss. Pansy was right. Enzo was already starting to suspect something and you felt bad that he thought he’d done something to upset you when you were the one in the wrong. How could you possibly act normal after all of this?

“Maybe you should ask him if he’s ever thought about you that way,” Theo suggested. “That way the ball’s in his court.”

You scoffed. “I’m supposed to just come up to him and casually ask, Hey Enz, have you ever had a sex dream about me that was so filthy that you couldn’t make eye contact for days after?”

“I guarantee you the answer will be yes.”

As you chided Theo for being his usual ridiculous self, Pansy discretely nudged you. Enzo rounded the corner and waved at the three of you. Theo and Pansy shared a look before leaving you to your own devices. Bloody traitors.

Enzo was unbothered by their sudden departure. “Hi, love. I haven’t seen you all week. You haven’t been avoiding me, have you?”

His tone was light and playful, but it still made you nervous as all hell. “No, not at all,” you internally cringed at the forced cheeriness in your voice. “I’ve just been…busy. Yeah, that’s it. No other reason.”

For Salazar’s fucking sake. You were horrible at this. Lying to Enzo wasn’t something you were used to.

Enzo nodded. “Okay, well we’re still on for movie night, right?”

“Oh, yeah, about that—“

“It shouldn't be a problem,” he added thoughtfully, shooting you a cheeky grin. “Unless you’re actually avoiding me.”

Fuck. Your mind was screaming at you to say no. To make up some lame excuse. To do something other than gape at Enzo.

Unfortunately, your brain decided to stop working as soon as those dimples of his made an appearance. Merlin’s bloody beard, you truly needed to get a grip.

You forced yourself to smile back so he wouldn’t think anything was amiss. “”I was just going to ask what snacks you wanted.”

“Just you,” Enzo said, his grin growing wider. Did his voice suddenly sound deeper than it had a few seconds ago? No, it was likely just your delusion. “That’s all I need.”

Later that night, Enzo arrived with the projector and a handful of movie choices. You spent the entire afternoon pacing and working yourself into a fit. He was entirely unaware of the cloud of anxiety hanging over you as he loaded up your favorite movie.

Your dorm had never felt as cramped as it did at this moment. Enzo plopped down on your bed. The scene of the crime. You climbed in on the other end and resigned yourself to sitting perfectly upright and rigid while he made himself comfortable. Enzo looked at you strangely. Usually, the two of you would be cuddling.

“What are you doing all the way over there?” Enzo asked, spreading his arms out. “Come cuddle.”

You sighed internally. This felt like tempting fate, but what could you do? If you refused, Enzo would definitely know that something was up. As slow as a snail, you scooted closer to his side. He took one look at you and shook his head before hauling you over to him. Besides being manhandled, the position was quite familiar. You tucked against his side, head resting on his shoulder while he nuzzled his cheek against your hair.

Enzo pressed play and you started to relax while the movie unfolded. The peace didn’t last for long. As the opening scene played, Enzo absentmindedly tugged at the hem of your shirt. Again, his affectionate nature wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Yet you couldn’t help but hold your breath as he rubbed soothing circles against your hip. While the gesture usually comforted you, it had the opposite effect now.

“You’re so tense, love,” Enzo murmured. His voice sounded so deep and delicious.

“It’s been a stressful week.”

“I bet.”

You shuddered as he trailed his fingers over your spine, drawing patterns along your skin. Temptation wasn’t knocking at your door. It was kicking it down altogether. Enzo shifted, brushing his knuckles just below the hook of your bra.

“This can’t be comfortable,” he said, hooking a finger around the band. “Maybe you’ll feel more relaxed with it off. Don’t you think so, sweetheart?”

There was no time to analyze what the fuck was going on. All of your efforts were spent solely on fighting the urge to moan. Enzo toyed with the band, waiting for your answer.

“Yeah,” you said breathily. “I think—I think you’re right.”

“Course I am. Let me take it off for you then, yeah?”

“Okay.”

Enzo unhooked your bra with a flick of his fingers. Almost like he had long mastered the art and this was merely just child’s play. He helped you shrug out of your bra and carelessly tossed it to the side. You sighed softly as Enzo switched to long, purposeful strokes. He started at your hips, then your stomach, gradually moving up until he was barely an inch away from the underside of your breasts. Your eyes fluttered close, completely lost to his touch. They opened again when Enzo nuzzled his nose against yours.

“Hi,” he said with a smile.

“Hi,” you whispered. “What are we doing, Enzo?”

“Nothing that I haven’t thought about a million times over.”

“You’ve thought about me like this?”

“I’m always thinking about you,” Enzo admitted. “Sometimes it’s just cuddling or holding hands. Just sweet stuff cause I love touching you like this, but other times…other times I dream about you like you dreamt about me.”

Your breath hitched. “You know about my dream?”

“I heard you in the common room earlier.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I don’t know what came over me. That’s why I haven’t talked to you much this week. I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Enzo took your hand and slid it down the front of his gray sweatpants. You gasped when you felt how hard he was against your palm. “Do I feel uncomfortable to you, sweetheart?”

You shook your head, biting down on your lip. You didn’t trust yourself with words at the moment. Enzo nuzzled against you, littering soft little kisses in his wake. He pecked and nipped at your neck, your collarbone, your jaw.

“You drive me fucking mad, you know that? I want you so badly I’d literally get on my knees and beg if you asked.”

The tension was too much for you to bear. You pulled him in by the front of his shirt and pressed your lips against his. Enzo groaned into your mouth. The hand underneath your shirt crawled up until he was cupping your tits, rubbing his thumb over your nipples. Enzo tried to keep the kisses soft. He intended to savor it, but every ounce of self control went out the window the second he heard you moan.

Enzo flipped you over so that you were straddling his lap. He looked down and realized that you were wearing one of his old shirts and the sight of it made him even harder. The tiny shorts you were wearing was a pesky little barrier, but it didn’t stop him from grinding his hardness against your ass. He tugged at the hem of your shirt.

“Take this off, right now. I need to feel you, pretty girl.”

He watched as you peeled off the shirt. Enzo did the same, tossing both articles of clothing over the side of your bed. He groaned at the skin to skin contact. Enzo smiled as he drank it all in.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“You’re not bad to look at either, Enz.”

Enzo chuckled. “Cheeky girl. Come on, then. Shorts off too.”

You took off your shorts as Enzo slipped out of his sweatpants and boxers. He kissed you again, sloppy, filthy, and downright obscene. There was plenty of panting and groping as the two of you explored each other’s bodies. Enzo practically purred into your ear as you rubbed over his shaft. He felt like velvet in your hands. When you flicked your thumb to spread the bead of precum over his tip, Enzo released an animalistic growl.

“Oh fuck,” he whimpered. “Gods, I need to be inside of you right fucking now or I’ll die.”

There was no time to slide off your panties. Enzo merely yanked it to the side and guided you over him. He kept his eyes on you as you sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch. Enzo groaned, digging his fingers into your hips while you adjusted to his size.

“Goddamn, you’re so wet and so fucking tight.”

You had no idea that such filthy words could sound like music in your ears. Enzo may have been sweet as sugar, but you knew that he wasn’t innocent. He was far too cheeky to be anything but downright dirty in bed.

Enzo was also extremely responsive. He made sure to praise and worship like your body was an altar and he was the most pious believer.

“Enz, gods,” you moaned as he flicked his tongue over your nipple. “You’re really good at that.”

“Yeah?” He asked cheekily. “You think so?”

You chuckled. It was such an Enzo comment. If you weren’t actively losing your mind, you might’ve rolled your eyes at him. Whatever fantasy your mind has conjured paled in comparison to reality. Sex with Enzo was easy. You knew him and you trusted him. It was like breathing air.

Every moan and whimper only helped you grow more and more attuned with each other’s bodies. The sounds you made were a special language of its own, one that only you and Enzo understood.

“That’s it, princess. You’re taking me so well.”

“Like that?” you asked, rolling your hips.

Enzo groaned in response, which made you smirk in satisfaction. He chuckled and kissed you deeply. “Ride me harder, sweetheart. Fuck…yeah just like that.”

He moaned into your mouth, meeting the roll of your hips with thrusts of his own. Enzo pressed his forehead against your, his long lashes kissing the tops of your cheekbones while he pressed you closer. The deep angle in which he drove into you had you clawing at his back.

“Oh gods, oh fuck. I can feel you clenching around me, pretty girl. You’re gonna cum for me like a good girl, yeah?”

“I’m so close.” Enzo flipped you onto your back and fucked you into the mattress. The tension uncoiled in your core until you were panting, chasing after that sweet release. “Oh—oh gods, Enzo.”

The orgasm knocked the very breath from your lungs. It was a total out of body experience. Your back arched, your toes curled, and you screamed his name, but none of it registered past the pleasure of coming. As soon as Enzo felt you creaming him from base to tip, he came too.

It was strangely beautiful to watch. Enzo was mesmerizing. With his sweat slicked skin and swollen lips, strands of his dark hair clinging onto his flushed cheeks. You’ve never seen such a pretty sight.

The two of you stayed curled up into each other. Enzo slowly pulled out and placed a tender kiss on your temple. This time, there wasn’t a single hint of hesitation as you cuddled up against his side. He was warm and comfortable, lulling you into sleep as he tangled his long legs with yours.

You didn’t know how long you drifted off. It only felt like a few seconds later when you found yourself on your stomach, blinking sleepily up at Enzo. He smiled, kissing along your spine as he pried your legs apart. You groaned into the pillow as he thrusted lazily from behind.

It was dark as night outside when you were finally done. You couldn’t even remember how many times he made you cum. All you knew was that you were in complete bliss as you and Enzo sprawled out on your sheets.

You looked up at Enzo. He looked down at you. The two of you burst into a nervous fit of giggles.

“Shit. Did we just—“

He nodded, curling a strand of your hair through his fingers. “Yeah, we definitely did. Two. Three. Four times? I honestly lost count.”

You chuckled softly. There was a moment of silence as you collected yourself. Enzo lowered himself down so that you were facing each other.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He asked, nudging your cheek with his nose. “Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours, pretty girl.”

Despite your steamy activities, you had never felt more shy than when he brushed his lips across your knuckles.

“I care about you, Enzo and I know you care about me too. Tonight was….fuck. Tonight was great. I just want to make sure this doesn’t change our friendship.”

“Of course it’s going to change things,” Enzo said matter-of-factly. “You think I can stay just friends with you after that?”

You swallowed thickly. “I don’t want you to feel obligated. I know you don’t really date. I mean, half the school’s asked you out and you’ve turned them all down, so I’m not expecting to be the exception. It’s alright if you just want this to be casual.”

“I don’t. I’ve said no to everyone because I’ve been waiting for you. You are the exception, Y/N. It’s always been you.”

“Really?” you whispered, biting back a smile. “You mean that?”

Enzo nodded and kissed your fingertips. “Sweetheart, you’ve had me in the palm of your hands since we were eleven. Of course I mean it.”

You didn’t try to hide your smile. You were absolutely beaming. “So you don’t want things to be casual?”

“There’s nothing casual about what I feel for you.”

“Okay,” you said, processing his revelation. “I don’t want things to be casual either. It might be selfish, but I think I want you all to myself, Enzo.”

He released a sigh of relief. “Oh thank fucking Merlin. I want you all to myself too, Y/N.”

#i hope you all see him for what he is now which is a sl*t #enzo berkshire #lorenzo berkshire #enzo berkshire x reader #lorenzo berkshire x reader #enzo berkshire x you #lorenzo berkshire x you #lorenzo berkshire imagine

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stellar-skyy · 2 months

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FAMILY (OF SORTS) — Platonic Fatui Harbingers & reader.

i. SUMMARY: The Fatui Harbingers have a soft spot for Arlecchino's child. ii. CONTENT WARNINGS: None! iii. NOTES: STRICTLY PLATONIC, headcanons, fluff, parent!arlecchino, house of the hearth!reader, all of the harbingers are reader's weird aunts and uncles, gn!reader, they/them pronouns used, 1.6k words. iv. A/N: the fatui are just a dysfunctional found family and i will die on this hill. shoutout to @romaritimeharbor for listening to my rambles about this idea 🫶🫶 also pierro and pulcinella aren't here because i could not think of anything to write for them :')

All of the harbingers knew about Arlecchino’s child; the one that appeared in Fatui Headquarters stuck to her side, eyes cast to the floor. They all saw the way that Arlecchino had held a soft grip on their shoulder, guiding them through the halls with the gentle touch of a parent from the gentle hands of a monster.

The Knave always swore she didn’t play favourites, but from an outside view it was clear that they held a special place separate from the rest. Anyone could see the way they appeared so much more frequently by her side. They were permitted to sit in on meetings, following her like a shadow. Some of the Harbingers guessed that she had picked them to be her successor; that their frequent shadowing was training them to take over once she was gone. Others joked about Arlecchino’s apparent soft side taking over. Whatever the reason, time went on, and the Fatui saw more and more of them.

All of them varied in their opinions of them—some indifferent, some fond—but the Harbingers all cared for them in their own ways.

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Columbina simply adores them. They’re just so small and cute, so tiny and fragile! Admittedly, her idea of ‘tiny’ is rather skewed—applying to anyone she deems weaker than her (notably, this label also gets given to Capitano and Tartaglia, despite their larger size and physical strength. The Damselette is truly an enigma.)

Whenever Arlecchino allows her to watch over them, she is delighted. She has a penchant for pet names, so ‘angel’, ‘my sweet’, and ‘lovely’ are all more commonly used than their name. Sometimes there’s a ‘baby’ or ‘bub’ if she’s feeling particularly affectionate, but no matter the name, it is always dripping with sweetness. She’ll sing to them too, to calm them down or get them to sleep. Her voice is gentle, laced with as much love as she would show her own child.

Some Fatui believe Columbina is a woman formed from hollow sweetness; that behind the lazy smile and soft voice, lies a callous and unfeeling heart, but her insistence on singing them to sleep comes from a place of genuine affection.

When they have to return home, she’ll kiss their cheeks and sweep them into a hug, making them promise to visit her soon.

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The fact that Arlecchino would tear out his throat with her bare hands if he dared to look at them the wrong way is the only thing stopping Dottore from roping [Name] into one of his experiments. Even then, he can’t help but investigate them a bit. Nothing extreme—please put the knife down, Knave—just some simple trials to see how they work. A quick strength assessment, a test of their reflexes, enough to judge the effectiveness of the House of the Hearth’s training.

The segments all had different opinions of them, varying from Prime’s general indifference to some of the younger segments fondness towards them. The latter were less likely to try to trick them into the lab—not that Arlecchino would allow them anywhere near it without strict supervision—and instead focused their efforts on convincing them to help mess with the rest of the Dottores. They proved to be an excellent partner in crime to thoroughly ruin the older segment’s day.

Despite his assertion that he won’t harm them, Dottore tends to be the one Arlecchino trusts least around her child. His unwillingness to get on her bad side doesn’t stop her from insisting Columbina or herself accompany them whenever they visit his lab.

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Tartaglia loves them. The days he gets to see his siblings are few and far between, so he’s always eager to play the older brother for them, and for any other House of the Heath kids that stop by. In fact, whenever any of the children visit, he makes sure to buy them plenty of sugary treats and candies before quickly sending them back to their Father.

(Arlecchino was not happy the first time this happened. It didn’t stop him from doing it every time, though.)

He was the first to convince them to call him Uncle, a feat that he bragged about to the rest of the Harbingers. This small incident would inadvertently lead to a petty competition to see who their favourite is, an event that would quickly spiral out of control with bribery and promises coming from all sides.

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Sandrone is very particular with who she allows in her workshop. When the rare guest was allowed inside, they had to follow three simple rules: do not touch anything, do not move unless I tell you to, and do not talk to me while I work. When [Name] first stumbled into the room, she was prepared to discourteously shoo them out the way she did whenever Tartaglia poked his head in to see what she was working on. But after some extensive begging, she relented and sat them down in a corner to watch her work.

Even if she is far less fond of them as some of the other Harbingers, she still audibly squeaked the first time she was called Aunt Sandrone. This was covered up with a cough, but nothing could stop the warmth blooming in her chest. It was the first time a living creature had addressed her with such a familial title; some of her synthetic creations had a habit of calling her Mother, but this was a living, breathing person.

After they started calling her that, she quietly told them they were free to visit when she was working—provided they did not interfere with anything.

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As much as he denies it, Scaramouche has a big soft spot for kids. He’ll swear up and down that he doesn’t care for them at all, but he treats them noticeably gentler than he treats any other member of the Fatui. Arlecchino once caught them huddled against him, using his wide-brimmed hat to shelter from the rain. She never let him forget that moment—the fearsome Balladeer, who notoriously never let anyone close enough to touch him, allowing her child to use him as an umbrella.

They remind him a little too much of the young boy he once considered his family. Whenever he spends time with them, there is something inside that both urges him to protect them in the way he couldn’t protect that child, and warns keep them at arm’s length before they betray him too. But his endearment towards them prevailed, and he begrudgingly allowed them a place in his heart.

Unlike Columbina’s affectionate pet names, the only nicknames Scaramouche gives them are ‘kid’ and ‘brat’, depending on his mood. On good days, they might even get called by their name, though it is a rarity. He cares for them, truly. In his own, strange way.

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Capitano is the best at giving advice out of all the harbingers. He is much more down to earth than Columbina and Dottore, and far less cynical than Scaramouche and Sandrone. He’ll let them ramble about their frustrations freely before offering gentle suggestions on what they should do to help. Even if they aren’t looking for a solution, he’s patient enough to hear out their thoughts, however jumbled and incoherent they may be.

He also likes teaching them skills he deems important for a young person to know. These include cooking—Tartaglia is not allowed to join them in these lessons after he almost burnt down the kitchen trying to ‘help’—as well as sewing and mending clothes.

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Pantalone never would describe himself as parental. He never cared too much for kids; he hadn’t enough patience to deal with constantly crying babies or needy toddlers. Arlecchino’s child was thankfully far above that age, so they were less unbearable to deal with.

He was quite happy to spoil them with extravagant gifts and treats to win their favour, but the most effective way he does so is simply spending time with them. Trips to luxurious restaurants for lunch, allowing them to shadow him while he works. He also likes to give them advice—completely unasked for—about life, and relationships. Unlike Capitano however, his advice is of a much less helpful; he has a habit of advocating for blackmail for solving problems.

In exchange for a box of the most expensive pastries in Teyvat, he got them to call him their favourite uncle in front of Tartaglia. The miniscule dent in his funds was worth the look of betrayal on the younger Harbinger’s face.

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Signora easily took the longest to warm up to them. When she first met them, it was easy enough to label them as Arlecchino’s brat and move them from her mind. But they kept appearing, in and around the headquarters. At first they were always glued to the Knave’s side, but eventually Signora began to see them wandering alone through the halls. She took note of them—not out of any attachment to them, only out of self-preservation knowing that if Arlecchino found out her child landed themself into trouble while she was close by, it would be her funeral soon.

The sense of obligation faltered when she started to grow fond of them. They were irritatingly innocent, a rarity within the Fatui. Something about the spark in their eyes reminded her of when she was young—when she still had warmth in her heart and blood in her veins. For the first time in centuries, her frozen heart began to thaw with care towards another person, and begrudgingly, she began to accept that they were not as unpleasant as she once believed.

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hi hi hi I love your fics. I was wondering if you could more grace clinton. maybe about a new years kiss?? <33 also I love the way you add the social media posts very nice touch!!

happy new year - grace clinton

grace clinton x reader

description: in which you and your best friend don’t have anyone to kiss for new years, a friendly kiss won’t hurt, right?

warnings: long!! a little swearing

a/n: my love! you’re so sweet, thank you so much for the kindness and your request, enjoy ❤️ media posts till i DIEE, also can we tell i get to requests late HAHAHHA

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since the day you and your best friend, grace, met, she has always been your go to person. you and grace had a bond that people could only dream about, radiating love, warmth and respect.

the two of you were truly a dynamic duo, stuck together like glue. unfortunately for the both of you, in a platonic way, something you both unknowingly wanted to progress further into something more.

it’s been that way since you were both 12, the best of friends through thick and thin. the bond between the two of you was very special, everyone could tell.

specifically through the way you both could laugh at anything and everything. the ability to be serious yet silly all at the same time.

sharing your stupid little inside jokes that had you both cackling while everyone shrugged around you because they really didn’t understand the joke. it was soulmate energy, affection begging to be shown between the two of you.

no one really understood you like grace did and vice versa. you truly brought out the best in each other, both on and off the pitch. it was honestly quite concerning how the two of you didn’t realise the amount of mutual infatuation you had for each other.

especially since you lived together, played in all the same clubs, spent each and every minute of everyday with each other, yet the confessions were never verbalised.

the amount of times the two of you had been ‘subtly’ told by your teammates that you both liked each other was unnerving. both of you dismissing it.

in your case, you were terrified to say something, the time didn’t feel right. you and grace had just been called up to the senior england team, both of your seasons at the spurs was going well, you didn’t want to jeopardise anything, you couldn’t afford to lose grace.

in grace’s case, she was also terrified, she could never really confirm whether your affection towards her was strictly platonic or not, you were notorious for being one of the kindest people in the world, you were incredibly affectionate, she truly believed you only viewed her as a friend.

oh how the two of you were just plain wrong. you’re absolutely perfect for each other.

—

grace was scrambling around your shared flat, huffing out in frustration when she couldn’t find her left boot. you both had to leave for training in 5 minutes.

“love, have you seen my boot anywhere?” she yells out, now for some reason throwing all the pillows off the couch.

you come into the room with a concerned expression, holding back a laugh at an annoyed grace laying on her stomach with her phone light shining under the couch.

“gracie” you call out, holding the boot in your hand with a cheeky grin. she whips her head towards you, letting out a sigh of relief and hurrying up towards you.

“you’re a lifesaver” she breathes out, grabbing the back of your head and placing a kiss on the top of it before she rushes back to her room.

your cheeks flush instantly and you have to fan yourself to calm down, moving to grab some pre-made smoothies from your fridge for the car ride, pressing them against your cheeks.

you sling your bag over your shoulder and wait for grace by the door, she was always the late one out of the two of you. she comes out with a smile, a little puffed out from all the hustle and bustle.

she takes one of the cups from you, also taking your bag off your shoulder and putting it on hers, “gracie,” you groan, ready to tell her you can carry your own bag.

she looks over her shoulder at you, winking when she caught your eye, “shh, let gracie help you, love” she mocks and shuts you up, making you shake your head fondly as she walks you out to her car.

when you’re both situated in your seats, grace wordlessly hands you the aux cord, sending you a gentle grin as your fingers brushed hers as you took it.

whatever song you played, grace made an effort to add it to her secret playlist dedicated to you, learning all the songs on there off by heart so she could scream the lyrics with you.

you and grace both entered the spurs training facility with bright grins, laughing loudly with each other as you stumble through the door, unaware the social media team was filming a little project at the moment.

“our dynamic duo, what’s on your lockscreen?” she said, you and grace simmer down your giggles, taking your phones out and showing them to the camera.

“this is a picture of grace being an idiot” you chuckle, saying it while directly looking at her, she sticks her tongue out and puts her phone in front of yours, “here’s a photo of (y/n) being an idiot” she parrots cheekily, making you laugh when you see the photo.

you both wave to the camera and grace slings her arm over your shoulder, still carrying yours and hers bags when you enter the change rooms.

the comments on that video had everyone going insane, there was always the common debate about yours and grace’s relationship, considering how close the two of you were.

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there were so many instances where you and grace were obviously in love, not uncommon in your day to day life.

you were both walking out to the pitch for training, grace telling you a story that had you laughing brightly, only becoming worse when she would keep adding to it, struggling through the laughs she was producing.

“and then i fucking dropped the drink on the floor and it went everywhere!” she laughed, you join her, stumbling over your feet about to fall to the ground before you felt a warm hand planted firmly on your waist.

grace pulled you up quickly, the force of it having you smashing into her side, “easy” she chuckles, rubbing up and down your waist quickly before she let it linger on your lower back, directing your steps.

your cheeks go pink, your breath quickening a little at the interaction.

grace looks down at you a little worried about your breathing, “you okay?” her thick, northern accent making your stomach lurch, butterflies were an understatement when it came to grace.

“yep, fine” you breathe out, grace narrows her eyes at you but nods, hand still on your back as the group gathers, only leaving your body when you had to train, and of course, you’re partnered up.

clearly the two of you were in a silly mood because you two could not stop giggling. everyone would smile at the two of you, honestly the both of you were big kids stuck in adult bodies and it was incredibly endearing.

you were a striker, grace decided to practise her set piece with you in preparation for an upcoming match. you were known to be a little unstoppable, a rising star in everyone’s eyes, you were relentless when it came to scoring goals.

grace kicked the ball to you and you plant it in the back of the net, grace runs over to you and hoists you up in her waist, running around with you as you scream and laugh. acting as though she’s never seen you score before.

“top bins” she yells, making you laugh brightly as she jumped up and down with you in her arms, you slap her shoulder with a laugh, “gracie we have to practise,” you chuckle, she places you down on the floor with a laugh, waiting for you to run up so she could pass you the ball again.

and when you manage to score again, she just could not ignore the amount of admiration for you, hoisting you up again and running around the pitch while the team laughs at your screams and laughter.

“$5 they confess right now” beth jokes, celin laughs brightly, “no way, i don’t think it will ever happen” she smiles, watching as grace puts you on the ground as you shove her, your smiles infectious for everyone watching. “they’re so stupid” beth coos.

“gracie, don’t do that anymore” you laugh, giving her chest a little shove, “never” she replies cheekily, giving your nose a little squeeze before running off.

you smile as you watch her running off, waiting for you by your water bottles and chucking yours to you when you were near.

“what a save! ever considered being a goal keeper?” she teases, you drink your water with a shake of your head and flip her off, making her giggle before you both chat back and forth, promptly getting yelled at by beth for being distracted.

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changes were evident when you and grace got called up again for the senior team, only this time, you were both debuting.

you were both starting, grace managing to assist you in two goals and getting her own in turn. you both got subbed off 20 minutes till full time and collapsed on the bench with bright smiles.

“little superstar, two goals” grace smiles down at you, nudging your shoulder with hers, you smile at her, “little superstar, one goal, technically three with your perfect assists” you say cheekily, nudging her like she did to you.

she looked down at your lips for a second before swallowing harshly, suddenly hyper aware of where she was, she faced the front with a nervous expression. you missed it completely.

she quickly begins to feel comfortable when you joke about something, falling into comfortable conversation and giggles.

you both joked as you watched the match, both of you yelling when something bad would happen or when something went well. all grace could really focus on was you, only reacting when you would because you were actually paying attention.

when the match concluded, you jumped on grace’s back and without a second thought, she held you by the underside of your thighs as you went to talk to your teammates.

“are you two dating yet?” ella laughs when she saw you leaning down to whisper something in grace’s ear as she chuckled.

you both froze, alessia winces and slaps her best friend on the shoulder, “tooney!” she exclaims, ella looks at her offendedly, “what?” alessia shakes her head, sending you both an apologetic smile as she dragged ella away, promptly scolding the girl as they walked.

you clear your throat and wriggle out of grace’s embrace, awkwardly chatting while you walked along side each other but returning to normal when you both laughed about a sign someone was holding with both you and grace on it saying ‘bestie goals’. you both wished it said something else on it.

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though, what really changed everything was a new year’s party the lionesses frequently had. you and grace both got ready at home and when you came out of your room to an awaiting grace on the couch, her breath hitched at seeing you.

you looked drop dead gorgeous, stumbling inside while adjusting your earring. her mouth was slightly agape as she took you in, “do you think this looks okay?” you say with a little uncertainty, giving a little twirl with a nervous smile.

“(y/n) you look so beautiful,” she says earnestly, her eyes staring into yours as you nervously shifted your weight between your feet. your cheeks were pink, and so were grace’s.

“really?” you breathe out, grace nods firmly, “really, love” she smiles, you look at grace up and down, smiling as you took in her appearance. you were unintentionally in matching colours.

“you look beautiful as well, gracie” you smile, “but you copied my colour” you tease, grace rolls her eyes amusingly, “fine, i’ll change” she jokes when she stands up from the couch, you catch her hand before she could move past her.

“you look perfect, no” you scold, pulling her towards the car. she swore she went into cardiac arrest then and there.

you’re still hand in hand by the time your reach the car, grace making an effort to open the door for you with a sheepish grin when you smile at her affectionately, a small, “thank you, gracie” escaping your lips that made her nervous.

when you both get to the party, you’re instantly thrust into different conversations, unfortunately being separated.

that didn’t mean you didn’t stop looking at each other, however, your eyes always managing to connect from the other side of the room before making your way to each other again.

you and grace opted to not drink, she had driven and you didn’t want her to be sober alone, she was incredibly grateful for you.

you both chat and laugh, engaging in other conversations while grace placed her hand on the small of your back again, claiming you needed to stay with her or she’d ‘go insane’.

it was 11:50 and you watched as your teammates and friends all neared their partners, sticking close to them so they could have that new years kiss.

you looked to your side on the small couch, grace. grace was there. like she always was.

you couldn’t help the lingering thoughts of how you wanted grace to be your new years kiss, something you dreamt about every year.

if only you knew about the war going on in her mind at that moment, she fiddled with the rings on her fingers as she watched the surrounding couples get increasingly affectionate as the time neared.

you and grace danced along to the music on the couch before you both got pulled up by ella, “no sitting!” she laughs, pushing you forward and making you stumble into her arms before she walked away with joe.

grace’s hands catch you by the waist, your own holding her shoulders for support as you looked up at her. she swallowed the lump in her throat as she looked at you, your wide eyes and plump lips making her incredibly nervous.

you glance over at the time quickly for good measure, 11:59. “it’s almost midnight” you breathe out, grace nods, humming at your words. “yeah, 1 minute” she points out, her head double checking before focusing back on you.

“should we kiss at midnight?” you blurt out, internally cursing yourself for your forwardness. though, to your surprised grace nods, “why not?” grace shrugs.

a little smile plays at the corner of her lips at the thought of kissing you. you were both incredibly surprised at how forward the whole situation was.

“nothing wrong with kissing your best friend” you stutter, “no, nothing at all” she rushes out, making you both giggle before you hear people counting down from ten.

your pupils were blown out, grace as well, additionally with the two of you so pink in the cheeks, it looked like you were sunburned.

both of your eyes would stare into each other’s before dropping to your lips, both of you were incredibly nervous but overall excited.

by the time it reached two, everything felt in slow motion as grace cradled your cheek in her hand, gently pulling you forward till your lips met hers.

“happy new year!” people yelled.

almost feeling as though you had done it before, you both kissed each other sweetly, expressing everything you felt just with the press against your lips.

she pulled you closer as your arms wrapped around her neck, pressing you against her as your mouths moved together.

grace lets out a happy sigh against you, her hand around you waist moving to give your hip and gentle squeeze.

you hum against her, making her grin against your lips, your own little grin making its way into the kiss before you both pulled away in need of air.

you’re both still incredibly close to each other, everything tuning out around you as your breaths intermingled with each other.

“i love you” she breathes out, you smile at her and without hesitation you reply, “i love you” making her grin and press another tender kiss against your lips.

you hear some faint cheering but you ignore it, only focusing on the girl in front of you. your girl. her girl. finally.

of course when you and grace pull away, you’re teased like no tomorrow, both of you just taking it with bright grins as grace back hugged you, her arms around your middle as she kissed your cheek, your hands holding onto her arms resting on you.

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you both got home after the party and grace just couldn’t resist you anymore. kissing your neck gently while your shaky hands attempted to open the door.

she places her hand around yours holding the key, helping you open it with a chuckle and closing it behind her when she gently pushes you inside.

as soon as the door closes, you surge forward and kiss her, she hums out surprised against you, walking you backwards until you both reach the couch.

she sits down first, patting her lap and giving you an inviting smile that had you swooning. you straddle her lap and she pulls you into a kiss without missing a beat, your tongues exploring each others mouths before her teeth gently tugging your bottom lip.

you smile when she releases it gently, moving forward to kiss her again. she suddenly giggled against you and you pull away with an amused smile, cocking your head to the side questioning her giggles.

“sorry, i just never thought this would happen” she says adoringly, her hand moving to rub the apple of your cheek gently, “yeah, me too” you smile, carding your hands through her hair and gently scratching the back of her neck with your nails, making her completely melt under your touch.

you both talked and talked all night, interrupted by a few stolen kisses until you both fell asleep on the couch. when you woke up to grace’s head resting on your chest as your legs were tangled, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

you smooth down the back of her hair gently and she stirs awake, holding herself above you and smiling down charmingly before tucking her head into the crook of your neck.

she places a gentle kiss there before she straddles your hips, kissing all over your face until you broke out into a fit of giggles, making her giggle along with you just at the sweet sound.

“will you be my girlfriend, baby?” grace breathes out, nudging your nose with hers, you nod instantly, pulling the back of her neck until your lips met with hers gently.

“i’d love to” you whisper against her, another kiss placed on your lips that made you so dizzy, you were both absolutely blissed out.

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when you both went back to training, let’s just say some money was passed around with groans at seeing your intertwined hands.

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you know the drill, just pretend it’s you! ily celin❤️

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Stitches (Part II)

(Read Part I Here! used to be We Interrupt This Broadcast... changed the name because I feel like this fits better 😅)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Ler!Rosie, Ler!OC, Lee!Alastor (strictly platonic)

Content/Trigger Warnings: tickling, very brief blood mention, medical themes (non-graphic & painless). And again, this is set right after Alastor gets his ass handed to him by Adam, so you can expect some angst (don't worry, he gets better).

If there are any trigger warnings you'd like me to add in the future (and/or to this fic), PLEASE let me know! I am always happy to oblige. 💕

This is a ticklefic! If that's not your cup of tea, kindly move along.

"Almost ready" I said. "Basically finished" I said. Sorry y'all, the Chronic Illness Fairy struck. 😅 I will say this was my favorite part to write, but also the one I'm most uncertain about... bit more angst in this installment and I'm not much of an angst writer lol... but with Rosie in the mix (especially as a ler), angst never lasts long. 🥰

Also I changed the title. Hopefully it's not confusing that way... cuz without Part 1 this fic makes zero sense 😅

One last thing... I'm so happy y'all like Trudy! Was thinking about posting a lil sketch of her at some point (I need a new insomnia project now that this fic is done 😅). I've been having a truly awful few weeks on the anxiety front, so all the positive feedback on Part I has been quite literally making my days 💕

Hope you enjoy!!

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"Ooh, you stubborn little bastard. You're still gonna refuse to laugh?" Rosie mutters.

Alastor doesn't dare try to speak. All he can manage is a defiant shake of his head.

"Look, my friend. If you 'don't mind a little tickling,' and getting all giggly is your specialty…" Rosie tweaks his bottom rib, eliciting a noise that comes just short of a squeak. "What, exactly, is the problem here?"

"I'm supposed to be in control!" he grinds out through his twitching grin.

"You are in control, sir." Trudy abruptly withdraws her hands, holding them up innocently. "You can tell me to stop at any time."

Alastor cringes. He was sorta hoping no one would point that out.

"Which is why I find it so fascinating that you haven't yet." A sly smirk creeps across Rosie's face.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

"I- I'm humoring you!"

"Humoring me?" Rosie tilts her head. "My dear, I hope you're not doing this just for my sake. If you don't want Trudy to check for further injury-"

"No, I do! O-on my terms!"

"This is on your terms."

"Yes, but-"

"In fact, you insisted."

He stumbles again, before mumbling another meager, "…to humor you!"

Trudy shoots her boss a disoriented look - but Rosie, as usual, is hearing her friend loud and clear.

"Alastor." Rosie rolls her eyes, gestures for Trudy to step aside, and scoots over to place a hand on his knee. "Adam is dead. Everyone in hell thinks you're either succumbing to your wounds in some remote gutter or hiding in whatever alternate dimension you just spent the last seven years. You're not even 'on air'." She leans in. "You can drop the act for a moment, if it's what you need."

That certainly hits the mark. For the first time, Alastor's smile falters - not completely dropping, but certainly losing much of the strained quality it's had since he arrived.

"I wish I could, my dear."

Encouraged, Rosie continues. "Well, what's stopping ya? As much as I love spending time with Alastor the Radio Demon… if you wanna take this opportunity to let out whoever's underneath that effervescent grin of yours, you know we wouldn't mind."

Alastor swallows - and for the first time in a decades, Rosie finds his expression difficult to read. "Rosie, I'm afraid I can't really..."

"I mean, you've been holding that same silly show-host-smile for years! Don't tell me you've never gotten tired of it!"

"It's sewn on, Rosie."

"…What?"

He hesitates. "Let's just say today wasn't the first time I've been, ah... stitched up." As he speaks, he gestures to his toothy grin. And for once, there's not a trace of distortion in his voice.

Rosie's dark eyes go wide when she realizes what he means. The cannibal overlord just stands there for a beat, in an uncharacteristic moment of shock.

But, being Rosie, she quickly recovers. "Well, so what?"

"I'm just saying, I'm afraid I can't really drop the act."

"Nonsense! Since when has your act had anything to do with your face?" Rosie flicks her hand, as if brushing the thought aside. "Who cares if you can't show genuine Alastor. I wanna hear him."

"But my microphone..."

"You're doing just fine without it."

Once again, this attempt at reassurance only makes Alastor look more disturbed. "Th-this can't be me!"

"...Well, no. This right here sure isn't the Alastor I know. But…"

Alastor is barely listening to her anymore. His broadcast persona has been his sole identity since he was alive. Now his radio tower has been reduced to rubble, his microphone snapped clean in half, even his carefully-styled clothing left in tatters…

If this is the Genuine Alastor he's now stuck with - panicked, stuttering, weak - he can't imagine how he'll ever be able to face the rest of hell…

But these racing thoughts are once again interrupted by nails tracing up his sides. A sharp yelp cuts the air as poor Alastor just about jumps out of his skin.

"…Perhaps I can offer a little help?" Rosie suggests gently, once she has his undivided (and adorably flustered) attention. "On your terms, of course?"

Alastor just gazes back at her for a long moment. "What do you have in mind?"

"I happen to know something about you that even you can't fake."

The radio demon hesitates… before heaving a sigh and, to Rosie's surprise, giving a small nod of consent.

She breaks into a brilliant (and frankly terrifying) smile.

Before Alastor can brace himself, Rosie's hands have both found his sides and begun working into his waist. Having just watched him squirm around under Trudy's thorough probing twice (and adored every second of it), she already has a pretty good idea of where his worst spots are.

Which is made abundantly clear by Alastor's reaction. Within seconds he's gone from still trying to hold it all in by habit, to giggling into his hands, to cackling hysterically.

And it's the kind of laughter she's spent the last seven years missing. This isn't the confident, taunting chuckle he brings out for battles or brushing off rivals; this is bright, helpless, occasionally hiccuping laughter, the kind that is nearly impossible for him to stop once he starts - and the kind she only has the privilege of hearing when something truly amuses him.

"You can't sew your laughter on," Rosie reminds him. "This is all yours."

Rosie's fingers creep up under his shirt to scribble on bare tummy, adding a couple new sweet spots to her mental catalogue. This technique brings out even more of her favorite little quirks: the way he bats playfully (and completely ineffectually) at her wrists; his repeated attempts to speak around his laughter that only result in frantic spurts of incomprehensible, giggle-laced gibberish.

As she traces her nails across his lower belly she also finds a tiiiny layer of unexpected pudge. Which probably shouldn't surprise her - he's been out of the battle scene for seven years, after all. All those deer carcasses have to go somewhere.

Regardless, she finds it terribly endearing for some reason... and the surge of affection translates into a corresponding surge in the intensity of Rosie's tickles.

"AHaha! Ro- Rosie!" he blurts, his voice jumping a full octave higher than normal. "Stop!!"

Rosie removes her hands immediately. "Stop?"

"Aha- ah- well- I mean, er��" He stumbles breathlessly, and gives a sheepish cough.

"You didn't really want me to stop, did you?"

Rosie resumes with a chuckle, reeling herself in just a little. "How 'bout we say... oh... 'enough,' if you really want me to quit?"

Of course, she has to go and say it out loud.

"M-more of a reflehex..." he admits reluctantly.

Alastor tosses a shaky thumbs-up at her, already too lost in his own giggles to manage a verbal reply.

And he's gotta admit… Rosie was absolutely right. He wouldn't stop her right now for all the souls in hell. There's a reason Alastor has the most recognizable evil cackle of any other overlord. He can't help but find dissolving into laughter as cathartic and exhilarating as always - even if this time, it's not at some poor soul's misfortune. It's a result of his best friend's affection for her darling deer demon.

"As fun as getting your soft little belly is," Rosie muses, pausing to let Alastor catch his breath for a moment, "I can't help but wonder if you're ticklish anywhere else…"

Alastor may be off the air, but Rosie can practically hear the screech of microphone feedback just by the look on his face. "….I plead the fifth."

"Have you considered his ears?" Trudy pipes up shyly. While she'd managed to restrain herself behind an impeccably professional bedside manner earlier, it had taken everything in her power not to stroke Alastor's ears when she'd been close enough to do so. They were just. so. fluffy.

"Ohhh, heavens…" Alastor, for his part, curls in on himself at the mere suggestion.

Rosie grins. "Hey, 'no' is always an option."

A long pause. Alastor can't believe he's considering this. But the sensation of being tickled, as unbearable as it is, does feel awfully pleasant… and it's been so long since anyone has dared to touch him…

And what else does he have to lose at this point, anyway?

"I suppose if you're… very gentle…"

"Are you aware that your ears are the softest thing in the nine circles?"

This stipulation ends up backfiring. When it comes to his ears, gentle is worse. So, so much worse.

Poor Alastor is too busy clutching his stomach and snickering madly into his sleeve to reply.

"I should know, I work in retail. These right here-" Rosie traces her fingers down the feathery-soft edges, sending the radio demon into a new round of hysterics. "-Would fetch a pretty penny."

"They're nohot for saHA-ale!!"

"Nooo, I should say not." Rosie's hapless victim lurches back into the cushions as her fingers find the fluffy region at the base of his ears. Even without the microphone, his cackles have no problem filling the room. "You're the only demon classy enough to wear them."

"And don' you - GAHaha! - f-forget it!" He's so drunk on laughter now that he's beginning to slur his words. His careful elocution has gone the same place as his steady tone, and lack of stutter.

Luckily, he's also far too drunk on laughter to care.

...Right about there, Rosie notices that the faint hum of radio static in the air is no longer just in her head.

He is laughing his heart out for the first time in weeks. Genuinely laughing for the first time in decades. And laughing completely for himself, for his own enjoyment, without need for intimidation or control or image or audience, for the first time since long before he died.

While Trudy typically can't say much for her self-preservation instinct, she's got enough of one to feel hesitant joining her boss in tickling the most powerful overlord in hell (outside the pretense of medical intervention, at least). So she just stands back, watching fondly as The Most Dangerous Overlord This Side of the Pentagram utterly destroys the deer demon.

...At least, until she notices a flicker of green light out of the corner of her eye. Lying forgotten on the end table, the splintered ends of Alastor's microphone are sparking and crackling like live wires.

The surgeon creeps over for a closer look, staring in fascination. And then - just as Rosie gets poor Alastor behind the ears and delivers a scribble to his tummy at the same time - she ever-so-gently nudges the fractured ends closer to one another.

To her surprise, a bright green spark arcs clear across the gap. For a fraction of a second, the whole staff radiates a flash of a familiar green glow.

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"Keep him laughing, Rosie," Trudy murmurs over her shoulder. It appears the Radio Demon's downfall will be nothing more than an intermission.

Thanks for being so patient with me y'all! Hope it was worth the wait 💕

💜- Cozy

#lee!alastor #ler!rosie #ticklish!alastor #oh deer he's ticklish #hazbin hotel tickling #hazbin hotel tickles #ticklefic #dr. trudy sawblade #my ocs

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Valentine's Day HCs - Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, platonic! Damian Wayne

Includes: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas and platonic! Damian Wayne

Summary: how your fave batfam member would treat you on valentine's day

CW: gn! reader, some are a little ooc cause its my first time writing them, fluff and sweetness all around, dames is strictly platonic!!!

another part to my valentine's hcs!! if you guys enjoyed this, consider checking out some of the other ones!

Valentine's 2023 Masterlist

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Bruce Wayne:

probably one of the only nights you can actually convince him to take a break and pay attention to you

(read: Alfred would ground him for weeks if he forgot to do something nice for you)

leaves you a big gift box on your bed stuffed with fancy tissue paper and a little card

it just says ‘wear me’ and when you unwrap it it’s a super formal outfit

Bruce doesn’t tell you where he’s taking you until he shows up at your house in one of his cars, holding a dozen roses

he ends up taking you to his private airstrip in Gotham

he flies you to Monaco and takes you to a restaurant you always wanted to try!!

and since you’re away from Gotham, the press isn’t even bothering you

after dinner, he takes you to a nice speakeasy for drinks and dessert

he even turns his phone off so that he can focus on you 100%

you guys stay the night in a penthouse suite above Monaco

“I know I don’t always have a lot of time for you, but I hope you know that I do really love you.”

Dick Grayson:

this man is CHEESY I’m sorry

like he goes all out and he’s not even embarrassed about it

probably asks you to be his Valentine in like a cute promposal-esque way

he’s somewhere between between Bruce and Jason on Valentine’s plans

like he doesn’t want to go all out to all these fancy places, but he doesn’t want to just do a date at home

so he ends up taking you ice skating!!

(unrelated but I HC him as a really good figure skater)

holds your hands the whole time and does like some cutesy couples skate

also he definitely shows off what a good skater he is and does some cool gymnastics moves

after skating, you guys go through a walk through the park

he takes you to get some yummy street food and hot chocolate too

“Thanks for always sticking out the good and the bad with me, y/n. Whenever you’re with me, I feel like there’s nothing I can’t do.”

Jason Todd:

I feel like this man is secretly super romantic

he doesn’t really like big crowds and don’t even get him started at fancy restaurants where the portion is way too small

also he’s a big softie so he probably plans something super intimate for you guys

picks up a copy of his favourite book and annotates his favorite passages

and writes little stories and things he loves about you in the margins

he invites you over to his place to cook dinner for you

has a playlist of your favorite music playing while he cooks

definitely something super yummy and comforting!!

he gives you the book after dinner while he waits for dessert to be done

you guys eat dessert and cuddle on the couch and talk about books and movies

he would definitely dance with you in the living room too!

like cute dorky dancing where you stand on his feet and just kinda sway around the room

“I’m pretty sure you know how I feel about people, but y/n? You make me think not everyone is so bad.”

Tim Drake:

he is definitely the type to not care about Valentine’s Day

anytime someone brings it up he has to go on this tangent about how it’s not a real holiday

however, if his partner cares about it, he can put his own feelings behind him and suck it up for the day

definitely stays up for several days trying to plan out a perfect for you guys

but since he’s so tired he ends up sleeping in past when he’s supposed to pick you up :((

you don’t mind tho because Tim sleeping is a gift in itself lmfao

he scrambles to get ready and picks you up not much later than he was supposed to

he takes you to a super cute video game cafe

you guys get some yummy drinks and cute little heart shaped cookies and snacks

and then you guys hop on the computers to play some games!!

he probably plays some fun little coop games with you so that you can actually spend quality time together

takes you home and you guys just relax on the couch and watch tv

(Tim definitely watches Criminal Minds and relates a little too much to Spencer Reid)

“I know I said I don’t really care about Valentines and honestly I don’t but I know you do and I know it’s not a lot but I just really wanted to give you the date you deserve.”

Stephanie Brown:

this is HER holiday

like it might as well be St Steph Day

she has MAJOR plans for the two of you

and she definitely asks you to her Valentine with this cute little homemade Valentine she made just for you

she brings her camera with new film because she’s going to take so many pictures!!

probably coordinates her outfit to yours just so you guys look all cute and matching

she takes you to a light dinner first, probably like sushi or ramen or something

and then you guys go to a special Valentines concert in the park!!

of course Steph knows all the songs and all the choreography

she dances all goofy and tries to get you to dance with her too!

sends you copies of all the pictures she takes after and posts them on her Instagram with a cute caption like

“Best Valentine’s Date Ever!! y/n truly is the loml !”

Cassandra Cain:

she’s probably never celebrated Valentines before

just never did as a kid and then never had any interest as an adult

but you seem so excited about it that she wants to try

she definitely goes to Steph and Barbara for advice on what to do for you

and of course her girls have her back!!

she’s really shy when she asks you, but she decides to go the simple route and straight up asks

she’s so relieved when you say yes!!

she gets you a potted plant instead of flowers cause she doesn’t really get the point of getting you something that’ll die soon

she packs you guys a really nice picnic and the two of you go for a hike by her favorite spot

there’s a really nice waterfall up there and some dry rocks where she spreads out a picnic blanket

the two of you snack on the food she brought and just chat

you’re honestly really touched that she was thinking about you this Valentine’s Day and wanted to do something special for you

“I know it’s not much, but it’s my first time celebrating and I really wanted to do something nice for you.”

Duke Thomas:

he’s super nervous to be celebrating your first valentines together

and knowing him he just has to make it perfect

he’s probably had his dinner reservation for like a month at least

picks up a bouquet of your favourite flowers too (bonus points cause he gets them from a local florist instead of a supermarket)

spends hours and hours picking out the perfect outfit too

probably calls Steph and asks for her advice on his outfit, cologne, his gift for you etc.

is at your house ready to pick you up super early

waits as long as you need to get ready and his jaw DROPS when he sees you

all flustered and shy and stumbles over his words while he tries to compliment you!!

he definitely relaxes a little on the way to the restaurant

by the time you’re eating, you guys are making easy conversation and by dessert he’s holding your hands across the table <3

insists you guys go for a walk after dinner to look at the stars !!

“so, how did I do? did I nail it?”

Damian Wayne:

he is a complete stranger to the concept of Valentines

And much like Tim he simply does not care

however his teacher makes them make little mail boxes in school and teaches them about the history of the holiday

and he gets a bit of a heavy heart realizing this is something normal kids do and he just really wants to fit in even if he’ll never admit

which is what leads him to you the day before Valentine’s Day

and of course you can’t say no to him because he’s being vulnerable with you and he’s just so fragile :((

that’s how you end up taking him to the craft store to pick up foam and ribbons and glitter glue and stickers

the two of you sit down at the table and get to work making cute little heart shaped valentines for all of his classmates

he probably handwrites a message on each of them individually

things like “I tolerate you” and “you’re not the stupidest person in our class”

the spirit is there lol

Steph and Dick definitely join in and help you guys make them at some point

and Alfred makes sure you guys have snacks and drinks the whole time

at school the next day he’s so nervous to give them out but when he gets his first ever Valentine he’s so happy !!

and when he gets home you’re waiting there with the rest of the family with more Valentine’s for him!!

pretends he doesn’t care but he’s smiling and blushing and hides them in a shoebox in his closet

he looks at them whenever he’s sad :((

“As stupid as Valentines are, thank you, y/n, for helping me join in this year”

pretends he doesn’t care but he’s smiling and blushing and hides them in a shoebox in his closet

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My Roommate's Boyfriend - Chapter 9

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader AU: Modern

Chapter Summary: Bucky goes to the reader. Chapter Warning: Cursing, crying, angst

Series Masterlist

Bucky takes a deep breath as he stands in front of the brick apartment building. He didn’t know how this was going to go. He hoped you would listen to him, now that you know the truth. However, he knows that he has more than one thing to apologize for.

He looks up at the window, where he knows your apartment is. An apartment he spent many hours in with Nat. Every time you were there, he couldn’t help but watch you. The way you moved, talked, laughed, and especially the scowl on your face when he would make a nasty comment toward you.

He winces at the memories of all the terrible things he said. He regrets everything from the last year, including going for Nat when she wasn’t what he wanted. He enjoyed his time with her, but in the end, it was always you.

He takes another deep breath before walking up to the door and pressing the buzzer for your apartment. He waits a moment before he hears the door unlock. He walks in and up to the second floor. He slowly walks up to your door trying to hold everything together.

He knocks and waits. As he hears your footsteps approach the door, his heart races in anticipation. He hears you unlocking the door and takes a deep breath in as you open the door.

To say you were stunned when you saw Bucky standing outside your door would be an understatement. You weren't sure if he would ever turn up here again.

“Bucky?” you whisper, trying to calm your racing heart and mind.

Bucky swallows the lump in his throat, and you see his Adam’s Apple move up and down.

“C-can I come in… please?” He asks quietly, his eyes begging.

You stand to the side, opening the door wider to allow him access into your home. He walks in and takes a look around the place. “Looks the same,” he says as he walks to the couch, maybe starting with small talk could cut the tension slightly. It didn't.

You nod silently as you sit on the far end of the couch, keeping your distance. You stare at him while he stares at his hands. You feel like you can hear the gears in his mind working. The silence is suffocating you, so you break it.

“Did you want a drink or something?” you ask.

He shakes his head, before finally looking into your eyes. Your breath hitches as you look back. His eyes have never seemed as blue as they are right now. Bucky clears his throat.

“I, uh, wanted to come and talk to you about what you saw in that text message from Sam. You see-“

“I already know what it was about. I spoke with Sam the other day.” You say cutting him off. He gives you a small smile.

“Yea, I, uh, I heard, but I wanted to know why you didn’t ask me about it? Do you really think so little of me that you assumed I would do that to you? I know I have given you a reason to feel that way,” He says, his eyes piercing you.

You can’t help but scoff and look away shaking your head. You feel the tears but force them to not fall. “Yea, Buck, you've given me plenty of reasons to think that way. And even though it wasn’t true, it doesn’t change the fact that this can never work, because you were the biggest asshole to me for a whole year for something you assumed. No! I’m not finished,” you say to stop Bucky from interrupting.

“But still with this trip, and the kiss, and especially that night. That night was…” you shake your head as tears slowly fall, then quickly wipe them away and clear your throat. “But, when I was upset at you, you were all over Nat the very next day!”

Bucky’s heart breaks as he sees your tears return. “I was stupid, ok? I was frustrated at not being able to talk to you. Nat and I were talking and she made me feel better. It was a natural reaction for me to hug her and kiss her head. It's what I've done for the past year. It meant nothing, but I'm sorry it hurt you. I promise you, Nat and I are over. My feelings for her are strictly platonic, and have been for awhile, honestly.”

You look up at him in shock. “What? How is that possible? You were here all the time! I heard you two fucking like rabbits nearly every night!” you say, getting frustrated.

Bucky sighs, “It didn't mean anything. It was just sex, to both of us."

"You were so upset that she was leaving. None of this makes sense Bucky. Clearly you have to understand where I'm coming from," you say.

Bucky nods, "I do. I mean I was upset she was moving, but it's because I care about her. She's one of my best friends. In the end though, we both knew that our relationship was never going to last regardless if she moved or stayed. My whole heart wasn't in it, and neither was hers. She's known how I feel about you, and was the one who made me realize it. She told me to go for it because she knew how we both felt.”

You stand up and start pacing. “I don’t know what you are expecting from me. I-I can’t… I…” you stutter unable to gather your thoughts together. When you turn to pace the other way you crash into Bucky’s chest. Bucky holds your arms and looks at you.

“Do you regret what happened between us? Do regret that night? Because if you do, I’ll leave now and you'll never see me again,” he says quietly.

You stare into his eyes as flashbacks of that night come to you. You remember all the feelings you had during that night. He made you feel beautiful and cherished. It was the best night of your life. Bucky waits for your answer, trying to calm his pounding heart.

You take a deep breath, “I…” you look down. Bucky’s heart breaks, as he takes a step back, releasing you. “I-I get it. I understand,” he says softly trying not to show his emotions. He walks around you and heads toward your front door.

“I'll never regret it,” you say softly, keeping your back toward him. Bucky quickly turns around, “Really?” he asks, finally feeling some hope.

You start to sob into your hands, going down to your knees. Bucky races forward and kneels in front of you, moving your hands from your face.

“Oh my beautiful girl,” he whispers as he picks you up and sits on the couch with you straddling his lap. You cry into the crook of his neck has he rubs your back, whispering sweet words into your ear and kissing your head.

You don’t know how long you sit on his lap, but when you finally calm down you finally look up at him. He wipes your tears with his thumbs with a soft smile. You take a deep shaky breath.

“I… that night, was the best night of my life. It was what I always wanted. I don’t know why, but I have had feelings for you since I saw you in the bar. Even when you insulted me, I stupidly continued to have feelings,” you say.

Tears start developing in in your eyes again and your voice breaks slightly, “I never thought you would ever look at me like anything more then that annoying girl that was your girlfriends roommate.”

Bucky kisses your forehead. “I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make up for the way I treated you for the last year. There was no excuse for it, especially since I now know the truth behind what you said. But, even through the insults and dirty looks I gave you, I wanted to be near you all the time. I've been crazy for you for so long. So fucking long.”

He tucks some of your hair behind your ear. “I saw you at the bar that night and I swear I fell so hard. I firmly believe in love at first site because of you. I was angry and hurt when I heard what you said and tried to make myself feel better by being an asshole. But my feelings never went away. Nat… she figured it out a few months ago.”

You looked at Bucky in shock, as he nodded at his words. “Yeah, she told me she could tell my feelings for you were there, but I kept denying it. Didn’t want to believe it. But the more time I spent with you, the more I realized she was right. I… I was slightly relieved when she told me we should break up because she was moving to Seattle.”

You give him a small smile and look down at your hands. “That’s why she insisted we drive together?” you ask.

He nods, “She told me to stop being stupid, that you liked me too.”

You rolled your eyes at that statement. “Yeah, she kept bugging me about you, which I always found weird.”

You both lightly chuckle. Bucky brings his palm to your cheek and lightly rubs your cheekbone with his thumb. You lean into his touch.

“Nat and I were a lie for most of our relationship. We both knew it, but kept up the lie. It was always you, and Nat wanted to make sure that you and I both got our happy ending. But I ruined it, as usual,” he says dropping his hand.

You grab both his hands, “No, it’s my fault. I should've asked you about the text. I just automatically assumed you were playing a trick on me. I should've given you the benefit of the doubt,” you say.

“I don’t blame you, Y/N. I’ve never given you a reason to trust me. But I’m hopin' that'll change now,” he says with a smile. You smile back at him and caress his face.

Bucky looks at your lips, licking his. You lightly pull his face toward you until your lips meet in a soft kiss. When you pull away you whisper, “I'd love for that to change, but we need to take things slow.”

“Baby, I'll go as slow as you need, as long as I finally get to call you mine,” he says softly.

Before you can answer, he pulls you back into another kiss. This one is more passionate. You allow his tongue access into your mouth and revel in his taste. You card you fingers through his hair and pull him as close as you can.

Finally you pull apart and lean your foreheads together, out of breath. “Yes, I'm yours. I don’t want to be anyone else’s. It’s you Bucky. It’s always been you!” you say. Bucky gives you the biggest smile and hugs you tightly.

You both spend the rest of the day in each other’s arms getting to know each other. You felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

Bucky felt like he was on cloud nine. He finally got a chance at redemption with you, and he was not going to ruin this again. You were too important.

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Chapter 8 / Fin

One more chapter to go!!! Hope you enjoyed the edited version! Thank you to those who supported this story.

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writing-nothing-but-spilled-ink · 24 days

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So I had this very funny thought also I accidentally deleted this the first time around 😭😭😭 incredibly sad about that

You can read this as a romantic pairing or a strictly platonic pairing

A/N: Also this is more based on young justice beast boy because I feel like he's better written in young justice and that's what I've watched most recently

Beast boy x reader

So imagine you and beast boy are hanging out with your two cats at your place, your cats aren't exactly fond of him but you don't think they hate him either considering he constantly brings them cat treats and toys honestly with him around they're absolutely the most spoiled cats on earth... Your cats are used to you being clumsy and making loud noises so one day your a bit surprised to find that your long time partner Garfield isn't as chill as your cats are about the noise...

As your preparing lunch for the two of you, you forget about the pot that's near your elbow and as you turn to move the pot goes crashing to the ground your cats just stare at you judging but suddenly you hear hissing you turn expecting it to be your two cats fighting over a mouse that one of them had caught but no you see this third very green cat hissing at you and the pan wildly fur puffed out and spitting at you... For a moment you just blink and stare because we'll this is a new development you knew he could transform into any animal he wants but you didn't quite expect this... So you go over to the cabinet with the calming cat treats that are made with hemp witch is safe for cats and you assume cat adjacent people you gently go down to his level and sit on the floor like you've done for the strays outside your apartment complex and your own cats when they've been startled or upset by something. You gently start making hushing sounds saying it's okay as you start to break up the treats and placing them in front of the green kitty he slowly begins to sniff at them while growling at you, your by no means offended by this, this isn't the first nor will it be the last time an animal has growled at you.. you watch as he sniffs and begins eating the treats you've laid on the floor and you take that opportunity to scoot a bit closer while whispering reassurances and slowly hold out your hand in front of him with the treats he eats those out of your hand and it honestly tickles you reach out and begin to start stroking beast boys fur. Surprisingly it's silky soft as you begin to pat him you look into his eyes and see some of his awareness has returned after a while of you holding and patting him all the whole telling your own cats no and to leave him be sternly he suddenly changes back to his usual self...

He looks absolutely embarrassed and can barely look you in the eye without turning a bit red ..

"uhhh sorry about that my hearing is super sensitive", he says a bit bashfully...

You can only smile at him and say "honestly its not the first time I've dealt with a very startled and disgruntled cat nor will it be my last", you can't help but giggle a little at that last part but you gently place a hand on his shoulder and give him a reassuring squeeze while also handing him some cat treats to give to your cats that are now growling at him ... You bend down to pick up the pot that was dropped and place it back on the counter while listening to beast boy gently saying words of apologies to the cats as he promises them that next time he comes over hell bring them a bunch of cat toys to make up for his turning into a cat and eating there treats witch he mumbles the last bit...

Suddenly

"WAIT WERE THOSE TREATS EVEN VEGAN", is all you hear from the other room as a blur goes past you to the cat treat cabinet and at this point you can't help but laugh ...

A/N: throughout this I was picturing the scene from lion king where a young Simba starts hissing and spitting but isn't threatening at all also I do not own the art above it just felt fitting to add

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obitohno · 2 years

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[ k i n k t o b e r ]

truth or

bakugo katsuki x reader

synopsis ⤸

after being dared to call a sex hotline, bakugo can’t believe his luck when it is you who answers.

themes ⤸

fem! reader, 18+, sex hotline worker! reader, phone sex, guided masturbation, voice kink, praise, mutual pining, masturbation, handjobs, fingering, ejaculation

word count ⤸

2k (unedited)

a/n ⤸

soooo, you guys seemed to enjoy the husband! bakugo hc that i posted the other day, n bc i really enjoyed writing about him, i decided that i just had to add him to my kinktober. pls let me know what you think! ♡

reblogs are appreciated ~

the evening starts with what bakugo is convinced to be the most ridiculous dare that he’s ever been subjected to.

at first, he’d thought that he’d misheard kirishima’s request, because he’s adamant that he’d almost been deafened by the obnoxiously loud music that had blared from denki’s speakers, only to be then stricken by disbelief once he’d realised that he hadn’t misheard, because what the fuck? he does not need to release any built up tension, or whatever dumb excuse that his scarlet haired friend had guffawed when he’d noticed the enraged scowl that had immediately marred bakugo’s features upon receiving his dare.

but now, hours later, he sits on the edge of his bed, thumb hesitating over the green circular icon that has nerves gnawing at the lining of his stomach. it was kirishima who’d given him the number, and as he stares at the digits, he questions why he’d agreed to take part in such a childish game in the first place.

the answer to his question appears in the form of the memory of the smile that had stretched kirishima’s lips from cheek to cheek, so wide that his eyes had crinkled shut.

irritation has him scoffing under his breath, because, despite the fact that his shitty haired friend would never know if he decided to forfeit the dare, an annoyingly large part of him is now curious.

it’s just past midnight, his apartment enshrouded by darkness, and the blinding light that gleams from the screen of his phone has him squinting, brows pinching together. unceremoniously, he slaps his thumb over the dial button, and after being connected to an automated system that has him reading his card details aloud, his options are recited via a robotic voice that makes him feel a tad anxious about the prospect of being scammed. still, he tries—and fails—to place his dwindling faith upon the anonymous reviews that he’d read online, and after choosing a random option from the menu, he listens as the phone rings.

and rings.

he’s glaring once more, huffing a string of curses under his breath, when suddenly, the call connects, and he’s greeted by a sultry murmur that has his spine stiffening.

‘hello, there.’

and instantly, the blood in his veins freezes to ice.

it’s you.

your absence had been noticeable at kirishima’s monthly get-together, and when you’d passed on your apologies through ochako, who had recited your excuse about being caught up at work, this isn’t at all what bakugo had had in mind.

it’s hardly a secret, the admiration that he’s harboured toward you for some years now, and yet, somehow, you are the only one who is oblivious to his infatuation. though he would never admit it so, it is the fear of rejection that has aided him with maintaining the strictly platonic relationship that the two of you have nurtured over the years, but he’d also have to label himself a liar if he denied the fact that he’s spent many a night imagining what your voice sounds like when in the throes of passion.

but today, it seems, he’ll finally receive the answer to that question.

for a long moment, he’s stunned into silence, vermillion coloured eyes widened as he stares down at the timer that continues to tick with each second spent without a word passed between the two of you. his mind whirls, debating on whether he should end the call and pretend that his entire face isn’t aflame with mortification, or if he should give into the temptation that is spurred on by his curiosity.

eventually, it is you who breaks the quietude.

‘hello?’

and then because he doesn’t know what else to say, and not because he panics, he loudly blurts your name, the air rushed from his lungs.

you recognise the rough drawl that can only belong to him, and now it is you who is shocked into silence. frowning, he listens to the gentle sound of your breath, before it hitches, his name whispered from your end of the line. an awkward giggle follows next, strained with a tone that bakugo chooses not to dwell on, solely for the sake of preserving his own sanity.

you pause, hesitating before you ask, ‘how’d you get this number?’

he huffs, because of all the things to ask him, that is what you choose to dwell on?

grunting, he answers your question with one of his own, ‘s’that what you say to all your customers?’

his attempt to ease the tension works, and you actually manage to choke out a genuine laugh, and with it, relief floods from his lips in the shape of a sigh.

‘never had any complaints before,’ you joke, and he has to swallow down the ugly churning of envy that bubbles at the centre of his chest.

you’re not his, he has to remind himself. again.

and even if you were, a job is a job, even if it kills him to know that he’s only just finding out that potentially hundreds of others have heard the way that you sound when aroused.

but now, it’s his turn.

‘really, though… why’d you call?’

he could’ve—should’ve—thought of literally any excuse in the world, but instead, he settles upon the truth; ‘shitty hair dared me.’

‘oh.’

your answer is blunt, and even to him, it sounds forced.

‘well, i, uh… i’m still on shift, so i’ll disconnect the call and have them send you a refund—’

the words are rushed; you’re opting for an escape, he recognises. the slur of your words is interrupted, however, when his tone lowers to a grunt as he asks, ‘what if i don’t want a refund?’

there’s a pause, and then a, ‘don’t be stupid, ‘suki—’

white knuckled, he clutches at his phone, raising the microphone a tad closer to his mouth. ‘what if i want what i’m payin’ for?’

eagerly, he listens to the soft exhale that flutters through the speaker.

something shifts, the atmosphere suddenly charged with a tension that bakugo can’t quite put his finger on. anticipation has his blood thrumming, perspiration forming at the centre of his palms, and he swallows thickly.

‘you… you want—?’

you pause, voice catching on the unspoken question. still, he’d be deaf to not recognise the lilting of your tone, your interest evident in the way that your breath quickens.

‘that a problem?’

‘no!’ your raised voice startles him, almost deafens him with the speaker raised so close to his ear. ‘i mean, uh—no. sorry. that’s… that’s fine. more than fine.’

your coy tone is endearing, and he huffs a curt chuckle down the speaker. the noise has you spluttering, and he wishes that he could see your face. there’s a brief moment of silence, but when next you speak, your voice has dipped, taking upon the sultry tone that you’d greeted him with.

‘i’ve thought about this before, y’know?’

surprise have his brows raising.

‘yeah?’ he’s shifting, moving along the mattress in order to lean against the wall. legs stretched, his feet dangling over the edge of the bed. an exhale is breathed from between his nostrils, ‘what you been thinkin’?’

the giggle that he’s come to adore trickles through the speaker, and he finds that the corners of his mouth stretch without his meaning to.

‘that i’ve wanted to hear you cum for such a long time.’

bakugo can’t help the choked moan that heaves from his chest. ‘f-fuck—you have?’ he’s already palming at the bulge that is quickly expanding in size beneath the cotton fabric of his sweatpants, the familiar ache of arousal coiling tight within his abdomen. the sound of fabric rustling follows the quiet moan that comes from your end of the line.

‘’suki,’ you breathe his name, ‘be a good boy and take off your clothes for me.’

he’s never followed an order so quickly.

the soft grey sweats are shimmied down the muscles length of his legs, and then kicked from his ankles, the fabric flying to the carpet, rapidly joined by the t-shirt that is ripped from over the top of his head. the decision to forgo any form of underwear is one that aids the temptation to touch himself—one that he gives into. however, his fingertips are just ghosting over his reddened tip, when your next instruction has his fist clenching into the bedsheets, a strained groan escaping him.

‘not yet, ‘suki.’

‘c’mon,’ the back of his head thumps against the wall, and he forces a strained laugh. ‘don’t—’

‘don’t…?’ you interrupt, and he can hear your damned smile. ‘thought you wanted this.’

fuck him, because he does want this—how could you not know how desperate he is for you?

and fuck you, because he’s known for a long time that you’re going to be the death of him.

his cock agrees, wetly twitching against the crook of which his hip meets his thigh. his head is dizzy with the fire-like arousal that scorches his veins, and he can’t even find it in him to be embarrassed by the way that his slit is leaking a mess all over. his balls are heavy and full where they hang between his legs, and each time that his length throbs, they tighten with the need to spill his seed into a hole that waits for him on the other end of the line.

your wanton moan has him echoing the sound back to you, brows knitted tightly together as his hips buck, a smattering of sweat beginning to form at his temples.

‘’suki, i—’ he strains to hear the muted schlick, schlick, schlick of your pretty fingers drilling into the very cunt that has haunted his thoughts and manipulated his dreams since the day he met you. it’s insane, how much it turns him on to know that you’re like this because of him, rendered speechless as you pleasure yourself. the sound of your arousal has the ache worsening, and with it, grows the craving to reach for the length that hums with the need to climax.

‘please,’ his plea is roughly gasped into the microphone, and your answer is one that has his shoulders sagging with relief.

‘need you to touch yourself, for me, ‘suki—ah!—just… just the tip, though, ‘kay?’

eager, his fingers follow your instruction, gently grazing over the bulbous tip that glistens, stained with the evidence of his arousal. the pad of his thumb strokes over his frenulum, and the twang of electric heat has him groaning, slack jawed as he spreads the translucent stickiness over the bundle of nerves that sing their approval. his toes curl, hips canting upward, and his fingers form a fist, curled tight around the scarlet coloured tip that is yet to stop leaking.

his fist twists, and it’s a mistake, as his thighs shake with the effort to prevent the inevitable release that begs to be freed. ever so sweetly, you finally grant him permission to drag his palm down the width of his girth, and he swears under his breath, eyelids scrunched shut as his muscles flex, pelvis rolling to repeatedly fill the curl of his fingers.

you’re giggling something unintelligible, having given up on the pretence of instructing the uneven glide of his fist, moaning along with him as he grunts and gasps and groans his approval in the shape of your name. suddenly, the song you sing crests in pitch, and he holds his breath, greedily listening to the way that you wail his name, a broken sob quickly following the spray of your sap that clings to your inner thighs in a sticky mess.

he promptly decides that this is his new favourite sound.

your orgasm has his own breaching with just a hurried tug of his fist, and he comes undone with a sharp yell. pearl-coloured lava oozes from his slit in a rapid succession of spurts that dribble down the ridges of his abdominal muscles like treacle, the pulse of his blood deafening as it thunders down the shells of his ears. erratically, his lungs expand and contract, desperately attempting to settle the uneven hitching of his breath. you recover far quicker than he does, and the sound of your breathless titter has a grin of his own slanting the corners of his mouth, his cheeks aflame.

‘so… about that refund.’

#♡ jordy is writing ♡#mha x reader #mha smut #bnha x reader #bnha smut #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo smut #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou smut #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki smut

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iliektehhaxs · 8 months

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I saw that your requests are open and we need more Joshua content❤️‍🔥 maybe a fic where reader constantly treats joshua like he's fragile and it pisses him off that reader doesn't see him as a strong man like his brother Clive and at some point his jealousy and anger takes over so much that he shows her in bed how "fragile" he is. maybe pre-realtionship because I love the idea of Joshua longing to be close to Reader 💕

Ooooh, a more dominant-kinda Joshua was def a challenge to write, I like this request a lot! 18+ under the cut.

You and Clive had been sighted together often as of late, running around trying to fix whatever may be going wrong with the hideaway, from broken floors to faulty lights. Joshua may only be a new addition to the rebellion but he still wanted to do what he could to lighten the load. He’s offered his assistance multiple times, only to be shot down by you at every turn.

Confused, he confronted you one day, and after some interrogation you told him the truth: that you’re worried for his health.

“Clive has the most stamina between the two of you, and I don’t want to see you get hurt,” you voiced, a brisk pace to whatever needed your attention currently.

A pang of jealousy travels through him at the thought of you and his brother together. He knows your relationship is strictly platonic, and he knows he has nothing to fear, but it doesn’t stop that ugly feeling creeping its way into his heart.

At the sight of his dejected face you turn toward him, a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re strong in your own ways,” you sighed. “Clive’s just more suited for this kind of work, I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

Your logic was sound and came from a place of love, but it still hurt. For as long as he’s known you he’s found himself under your spell, but you didn’t seem to notice him no matter what he did. He feared you would never see him as anything more than a friend, and to hear those words leave your mouth was the final straw.

He wanted you to trust in his strength as you did his brother, wanted to be the one you could depend on, and if words won’t help he’d just have to show you.

Overwhelmed with emotion he moved forward, bringing your lips to his and closing the door behind him.

Your voice is hoarse, almost unrecognizable as you let out a high-pitched whine, face pressed into the soft sheets below. He mounts you from behind, his voice ringing in your ears.

“It hurts to think that you think so lowly of me, my lady,” Another slap of his hips against yours sends you reeling forward, holding onto the sheets for dear life.

He doesn’t stop, uses your body to vent his frustrations and leave you in a state of euphoria. He plows you into the mattress and laughs at your weakened state.

“What’s wrong darling, you seem pretty tired,” he huffs, clearly still sore about what you said. His words are accented by the slap of skin on skin, a roughness you wouldn’t expect from the soft-spoken man you knew for years.

You can’t answer, barely conscious enough to register his words. His touch, his words, the stretch of his length forcing you into submission, it’s all too much, your mind slowly going blank.

His name leaves your mouth between each stroke, a mantra you repeat to the open air. Your thighs burn, you’re barely able to hold yourself up if not for Joshua’s harsh grip upon your body. Arched perfectly for his view, you feel yourself shudder when his lips meet the curve of your spine, trailing kissing into your back as he fucks you roughly.

It’s as if everywhere he touches stokes a fire in you. You moan, press your backside higher and clamber at the bed sheets every time his cock hits your g-spot.

“I wonder, how much strength do you have to keep going?” He asks above you, fully settled against your back.

“I can’t, I can’t,” you cry into the mattress. “Please, I’m sorry—“

A sharp thrust makes your eyes roll back, screaming his name into the pillow. A short moment of rest, he pulls you up by the neck and holds you close, feels your body shake with exhaustion as you desperately catch your breath.

Lips on yours, he brings you for a messy kiss, a thread of spit connecting the two of you when he pulls away. He wipes at your tear-stained face with his thumb, blissfully enjoying the fucked out look you give him.

“Well, we have the rest of the day. Let’s see if we can’t test your limits.”

#robo writes #joshua rosfield #joshua rosfield smut #reader insert

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epithet-beloved · 8 months

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Yo!! Could you maybe make a Giovanni + One of his minions, but they suffer with chronic pain and fatigue? I suffer with these but id totally still enjoy crimes so id love to see something like this! (The eepy gets to me sometimes but 🖕 it, crime time)

GIOVANNI + READER WITH CHRONIC PAIN/FATIGUE

synopsis… Giovanni with a minion who experiences chronic pain and fatigue

ft. Giovanni Potage, The Boys (mentioned), Molly Blyndeff (mentioned)

tags… epithet erased, can be read as romantic or platonic, reader has chronic illness, fluff, reader is one of Giovanni’s minions, crime time fun times

word count… 735

a/n… I’m not familiar with chronic fatigue or pain, so I hope I did a good job! Inclusive fanfic is very important everyone deserves the comfort character content ✧ 🦄

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He is so accepting of literally anything you tell him, it’s almost enough to make you weep.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Like the first time you explain some of your limitations or that you can have off days where you can’t do much or can hardly do anything, he just smiles and says “alright!”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It damn near brings you to tears.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Did I say something weird?”

“No, no, just…..” you smiled, making no effort to hide the tiredness behind it. “You didn’t….ask me why I couldn’t just work around it, or ask me to make an exception for you, or anything, you just….said okay?”

“Pffft,” Giovanni scoffed at the very notion. “The hell would I do that for? You know you better than I do!”

You resume crying.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It’s seriously such a breath of fresh air to be with somebody who isn’t constantly offering unsolicited advice the second your condition becomes inconvenient to them. Giovanni is a lot of things, but a know it all is certainly not one of them.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Whenever Giovanni has a suggestion or a piece of information he found that he wants to present, he phrases it as a question to you because you’re the one who knows most about your health and he doesn’t want to Mansplain(™). In fact, mansplaining is strictly prohibited in the Vincent Murder Bad Guy Rulez, so that sort of stuff won’t stand.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Of course, all the boys follow these rules, too! If anyone is unaware of your needs they will get a very enthusiastic interruption by Giovanni while he insists they let you explain. Yeah, he always lets you explain yourself first. It’s amazing.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You will be accommodated anywhere, anytime. Feeling faint during a walk? He’ll find the nearest place to sit. Hell, he’ll sit down and let you rest on his knee or something. Real villains know how to protect their minions at a moment’s notice.

“Hold on.” You grabbed Giovanni’s jacket sleeve to support yourself, instantly catching the tall male’s attention.

“Woah, you good?” You answered by leaning on him even further, feeling your legs fail you at the most inopportune of times. “Here, let’s sit down a minute.”

Slowly, he would sit down on the closest available bench, guiding you as to not have you collapse. The second you were safely seated, you felt him pull away from you. At first, this confused you, but your curiosity was resolved when you felt a jacket drape over your shoulders.

“There. Can’t have any of my minions freezing to death, after all!”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 One of Giovanni’s love languages is food, so if you let him, he will give you homemade soup when you’re feeling under the weather. He understands you don’t have a cold or anything — it’s just a gesture he does to let you know you’re always on his mind.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 If you can’t attend a Cool Crime Event(™) because you’re feeling under the weather, Giovanni will have you on speaker on his phone the entire time so you can still chat and engage with the Boys.

“Ben said he stole a bag of chips in your honor today. We can drop it off later!”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Accessible crime is VERY important to Giovanni. Villainy is an art and should be able to be practiced by anyone and everyone! This results in him getting more and more creative with his antics to include you if needed. Prank calling from Crusher’s treehouse is always a classic, and pirating a movie is one of the best crimes of all! Fun for the whole evil family!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You and Molly can be tired together. Once, when Giovanni had invited you both over, he found you two asleep together in front of the TV. He sent a million pictures to everybody he knows.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 There is also time that Giovanni makes sure to reserve specifically for you. Being included in a group is important, but so is one on one attention! These hangouts are highly customizable to whatever your tastes are and whatever your energy levels are for the day. Even on days that you may insist you’re cranky, tired or not great to be around, he’ll still be there for you if you let him!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 And if you need time to yourself, no matter what the reason is, then he’ll make sure to always have a new fun surprise planned for when you’re ready to wreak havoc again.

#🦄's writings #𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 request !#epithet erased #epithet erased x reader #epithet erased imagines #giovanni potage #giovanni potage x reader #giovanni potage imagines #is my giovanni bias apparent yet

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coeluvr · 4 months

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Hello dearest!

I don't usually write messages because I have weird, shy internet anxiety, but I wanted to make an exception because compliments always motivate me to keep writing and I need u to keep writing so I can finally h*ld Vincent's h*nd!!! 😔😭🤡

This is one of the few IFs where I actually want to romance all ROs!!! Usually, I have a few I really want to romance and the rest I slog through cause completionist tendencies. But you've done a wonderful job of not only making the characters feel very alive and dynamic but also making them all appealing and attractive.

I usually always want to romance the hater because pettiness fuels me but also love angst with a kill them with kindness mc (I WILL H*LD VINCENTS H*ND OR DIE FIGHTING GOD). So, confirmed Vincent-mancer. His art? HIS EYES. HIS LIPS. PRETTY PRIVELEGE IS REAL AND ALL CRIMES ARE EXCUSED (also I really tried going into it being like he's not sad!!! But, as someone who's been in that place, while not an actual war, he definitely comes across as sad in the sense of a weariness at life and that he's struggling to fit back into his skin as pre-trauma Vincent. Artist did a 10/10 job with all the art because THEY'RE SO BEAUTIFUL I CREYYYY)

But the chokehold Hunter has on me? They were gonna be first because their personality is appealing to me both fictional and irl but omg everything I read I HAVE TO HAVE MORE. Like it's moved beyond I'd definitely vibe with this character and look forward to their route to i WANT TO SMOOCH THEIR PRETTY FACE OFF. So now confirmed Hunter-mancer (I actually died on the tattoo snippet on patreon is it a good or bad day to be bi?)

Helios kind of types I'm more of a 50/50 with, but obviously gotta do it for the juicy drama. But all stuff with him has just been so ??!!!???😳😳🫠 like he just leaves me more intrigued. Confirmed Helios-mancer. (The amount of times I'm gonna replay his route to try different things is actually gonna be crazy)

Soarine hot women nuff said. But also just ???!!!?!? I can't even form words. I'm so excited for more scenes with her. Confirmed Soarine-mancer. (Ma'am pls step on me respectfully and not so respectfully)

Fadiya as the official best friend (Hunter you're a bestie too but I feel bad like I'm making u choose between me and Helios :((( ) is usually one I'd keep strictly platonic. I love platonic routes as much as romance and nothing grabs me more than having a best friend character in IFs. BUT SHES SO ADORABLE. I WANNA SMOOSH HER CHEEKS. Also I feel her cause I'm that oblivious too 😭😭😭 I always appreciate ifs having the shy and bold type flirting but I need an oblivious idiot one because I'd be accidentally flirting with her like I do with all my friends without realizing I'm in love with her (and then be unable to speak to her once I realize because flirting? With people that aren't just platonic friends??? That I have feelings for????? Sounds fake). I gotta write the fanfic now (and perhaps share with u once I get over my shyness)

I really am looking forward to the next chapter! I'm so glad I subscribed on patreon too :))) keep up the good work (it also motivates me to cure my depression and post my stuff too)

💙💙💙💙💙

This is so sweet, anon 🥺 Thank you for sending me this message!!

I'm so glad all of the ROs are appealing to you! I love them all so much they're all beautiful and have so much to their stories. 🥰

Vincent's pretty privilege is insane lmao so many people folded when they saw him 😭 I guess Vincent's inner sadness seeped through because he's really okay #trust but then I probably have a wildly different definition of okay haha very low standards of living over here. He was also never trauma free lol my man just going through it. 🤭

I understand your love for Hunter!! They are just very... very. The tattoo part is one of my favs too they're so smooth with it like okay you're popular with everyone we get it 🙄 *cries to sleep*

Helios is super interesting to me because of the way he handles things and his mindset like I need to study him under a microscope. His route will definitely fulfill all your desires for drama! 🥳

Soarine hot woman. Real. She can ruin my life any day.

Fadiya is perfection and a gift from the gods because she's just so 🥹🥹 I love her to bits and she's going to be so fun to write.

Thank you for your kind words! I love these kind of messages so you're right hehe. Definitely gave me a boost! 💗

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fleursbending · 1 year

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hiii i just got back from my pinkpantheress concert only to see i've reached over 100 followers !

thank you so much guys 😭💌, i'm really grateful my writing has received sm love. the avatar community is such a nice place :3 .

for 100 followers i am doing a special writing event ! how it will work is i have a list of dialogue prompts and all you have to do is the following:

(REQUESTS ARE NOW CLOSED)

✿ send the number of which specific prompt you would like through my requests with the following info..

✿ the character you want, oc or reader, gn or fem, platonic or romantic.

✿ specific genre: e.g: hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff. (you can choose a maximum of 3 genres! the choices are endless!)

✿ these are the characters you can choose from: neteyam sully, lo'ak, jake, neytiri, kiri, ao'nung, tsireya. the following characters are strictly platonic: tuktirey, ronal, tonowari.

✿ you can pick multiple characters to be included in a request. e.g : sully family x sully!reader.

✿ i will pick the length, aka if it is just a drabble or a full-fledged fic ! just pls be descriptive as you can with your request :3 or if u want i can just make it a surprise for u LOL.

✿ requests can be denied if they go against my boundaries and guidelines. so read those first.

✿ first come, first serve! this will only go on for a limited amount of time, depending on how well this is received.

here is your list of dialogue prompts to choose from:

“You’ll pay. You’ll pay for what you’ve done.”

"Not a day goes by where I don’t think of you."

"I’ve been falling in love with you since the day we met."

"You really think I won't choose you in a heartbeat?"

"Would you acknowledge my feelings for you if I kissed you right now? You can't seem to take a damn hint, [name]."

"If I'm causing you so much trouble, why won't you kill me?"

"Be brave for me, love."

"Can I cross your boundaries just for the night?"

“You’re a dumbass and I can’t believe I’m related to you.”

“So what? you’re still my [name], idiot. I don’t care about what they say!”

“You are a menace and you almost died back there if it wasn’t for me.”

“This—” [points at their chest] “—this belongs to you. always.”

"How long have you been hiding this?"

"You moron... Why are you so careless!?"

"I have a perfectly reasonable explanation for this!"

"Never do that again. Please."

"...Who did this to you?" || "Let it go (Name), it doesn't matter-" || "Yes, it does. Who did this to you?"

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

“You did all of this for me?”

“I swear it was an accident.”

“Let me do this, please.”

"You were put on this earth to give me a headache!"

"What? I have never-"

"In my defense, I really wanted to."

"I don't hate you."

“Did I stutter?”

“This sounds like you’re flirting with me.”

“H-How long have you been standing there?”

“There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person.”

“Could he make you feel as good as I do?”

"This isn’t adrenaline, I want to spend my life with you.”

“Just to clarify: me holding your hand doesn’t, like, mean anything, by the way. Not in that way, at least. Unless you want it to mean something. I don’t mind. That’s cool.”

"You're an idiot."

“Don’t cover your face, I want to see you”

“You weren’t supposed to hear that!”

“I don’t know what to do.” || “Then let me teach you.”

“If you interrupt me one more time— so help me God.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

“We were friends! why did that have to change?”

“I’ve never heard you laugh before.”

"It feels like torture, but I don't want it to stop."

"I may have gone and done something slightly insane."

"If you lay a goddamn hand on them, I promise you'll regret it."

"I'll give you whatever you want, just- just stop!"

“Everything I’ve ever known has led up to you.”

"Just take my hand and relax, nothing bad is gonna happen."

"You taught me that love doesn't make us weak, it makes us stronger."

"Seeing you here felt a lot more like coming home than when I actually got here."

credits to the following for these prompts: @casualwriter @clovenly @urfriendlywriter @dumplingsjinson @promptplanetblr @mangocherri @writinginstardust @a-crumb-of-whump @honey-writes @mswritingthings 🎀🎀 ty talented ppl !!!

✿ if you have any questions, feel free to comment and ask! ok, gn! it's 1am for me💀.

𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 ━━━ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

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agirlwithdemonblood · 1 year

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I don’t know if you do Jensen x teen!reader but could you do a Jensen and a teen reader where the reader is having a really hard time with school and acting on Supernatural and Jensen starts to notice how drained she is. Then maybe he could make her feel better by helping her with her school work and setting up a movie night with him and Jared.

Sister by fate

Pairings: Jensen x teenage!Reader (Strictly platonic!)

Check out my Masterlist here!

A/N: **Characters under 18 are written platonically, please do not take the relationship I make for them and another character as anything other than friends**

Thank you for the request and all the support! I hope you like it! ❤️

“Cut!!”

You jumped at the sound of the loud voice booming throughout the studio, instantly shaking your thoughts away. You turned towards your coworkers staring blankly back at you.

“Oh.” You whispered, nervousness flooding your system when you realized you fucked up the take, again. On any normal day you’d feel awful, you’d apologize profusely and try harder but you were too tired to put any effort into it. Mentally and physically.

Jensen stepped closer, his eyes lingering on your small, and wobbly form. His attention turned to the director as he held up a finger.

“Hey, Y/N, you okay?” He questioned.

You plastered on the best smile you could and nodded politely, “Yeah I guess I just need a coffee.”

He smiled and nodded, “Can we take an early lunch?”

The director thankfully agreed and everybody started to clear the set, making their way to the tents or their own trailers and before you knew it, only Jensen and you remained.

His hand rested on your shoulder, leaning lower to catch your eyes. “Ready to go?.”

You shook your head to snap yourself out of the daze and stared back at him, another plastered on smile returned. “Huh? Oh sorry is it lunch?”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his eyes filled with worry. You’ve been different for the past few days and he’s been trying to figure out why or what it was. But you were a good actor. I guess that’s why you were on this show in the first place.

He nodded and waved his hand towards the doorway, letting you walk out first. You two walked in silence. Your head was foggy and your eyes were burning. You weren’t even paying attention to where you were going and Jensen could tell. He watched you, the worry and concern filling him to the void as you walked around like a zombie. It’s like somebody flicked the off switch to your brain and you were just…. Existing but not really here.

You walked past the tent, Jensen quickly running beside you, his hand on your arm. “Wait, the tent is over here where are you going?”

You turned and nodded, wiping your eyes with your fingers to try and make them feel better but it wasn’t working. “Oh yeah I brought a lunch, I’m gonna rehearse my lines anyways.”

Jensen frowned but nodded, he knew he needed to calm down and let you do your own thing but he couldn’t help but worry about you. You were like his little sister and seeing how you’ve been acting lately made him panic.

You’ve only been involved in supernatural for a month now, but since day one Jensen liked you already. You were a shit like him, pulling pranks on your coworkers, blasting music when it was break time, hell you two even had the same humour. You two even argued like siblings, granted you guys don’t really argue more bicker but still. He swore that his mom wasn’t telling him something because there was no way you two weren’t related.

And he knew somewhat about your life. You didn’t speak in big details but you did mention that it was just you and your mom, no father, no siblings. Your mom worked crazy hours at the hospital as a nurse and you worked here. All together, you two were basically adults living their own lives.

He hated that. As much as he was happy for you to be here, he hated that after shooting, you went home alone. He hated that you had nobody to talk to except for the others on set, about anything serious that was.

But most of all he always wondered how you did it. How you managed to be one of the first people here, balancing your career while you were also balancing school. You never seemed to have a hard time with it, you never complained. You always smiled, joked, laughed. You never seemed stressed out.

Until today. Today he realized something was wrong, and he worried.

As soon as you got to your trailer, you dragged yourself to the bathroom staring at the girl in the mirror. You barely recognized her. You knew you were exhausted and stressed, but you didn’t realize how bad it was until you stared at yourself.

You sighed and turned on the tap, splashing cold water on your face as an attempt to wake yourself up but honestly, it was useless. You knew you needed sleep. Or a day off from everything but you couldn’t. There was too much to do.

You’ve been basically awake for the past week studying and completing late assignments for school, and when you weren’t doing that, you were practicing your lines and movements. You’d take 20 minute naps when you could, before you’d wake up and continue your studies, not even stopping to eat a real meal. You’ve been living on finger foods, things that didn’t require for you to use two hands.

But it caught up to you. Every part of your body and your mind was begging you to stop. To just take a break. But you knew you couldn’t do that. If you focused on your career and not school, you’d fail. If you focused on school and not your career, you’d fail. If you focused on neither you’d lose this job, fail school and have no way to help mom with the rent. You had no choice but to crack down and focus on what really mattered. Sleep could come later.

A knock on your door caused you to jump, lifting your head off of the textbook you were reading before you passed out. You looked towards the time and frowned. 20 mins wasted on a nap when you should have been studying. Good job.

The door creaked open and Jensen poked his head inside, his bright smile shining at you but you could see the concern in his eyes.

“Hey Y/N. Is it okay if I eat in here with you?” He asked politely.

You smiled tiredly and nodded, wiping the sleep from your eyes before focusing on the textbook in front of you. The words were all jumbled and blurry, your eyes straining as you tried to make out a simple sentence and you couldn’t.

You could feel yourself growing frustrated and anxious, but tried your best to keep a straight face on, at least in front of Jensen. He didn’t need to know about your stupid teenage problems, he was an adult. With real problems.

You squinted your eyes to try and make out the words on the pages but every few seconds the page went blurry again. You sighed and slammed the book closed, leaning against the couch for just one moment to try to calm yourself down.

Jensen stared back at you, the concern was overflowing now. You could see it fully. “Talk to me.”

You opened your eyes and titled your head in confusion but you knew what he was talking about. You knew what he was requesting. Of course though, having your pride you simply smiled and stood from your spot, “What do you want to talk about Jens?”

He frowned and stood, “About what’s going on. Your not yourself lately.”

You nodded and frowned, shoving your head downwards to the ground. He knew you were failing because you were failing. You were messing up. You were a burden to them, and this is why adults don’t like working with teenagers.

It felt like your lungs were being squeezed, the air slowly disappearing from your chest. You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t look at him. All you could hear is the voice in the back of your head screaming at you.

Your going to fail everything. Your supposed to be studying-not hanging out with friends. Why are you wasting time? Do you not care about paying rent? Do you not care about these poor peoples time? They have to redo shoots because of you. They have to spend more time here because of you.

“Y/N.” Jensen spoke, stepping closer. He could see the panic on your face, the fear taking over. He knew where this was headed. “Y/N, come back to me.”

And now they have to babysit you? Take care of you? What, like your new daddy? Come on Y/N your fucking everything up. They have their own lives.

Tears formed in your eyes, your breathing nearly being completely shut off. You couldn't do it anymore, it was too much. All the effort you have been putting in, felt useless to you.

You slid to the ground slowly, resting your head on your knees and finally letting go. A loud sob broke through, all your efforts to keep it inside were gone, and you didn't even care anymore. You didn't care that Jensen was here, watching this because you were too exhausted to try and pull yourself together.

Jensen jumped and crouched in front of you, one hand on your back, the other resting on your knee. "Whoa, sweetie what's happening? Talk to me."

You shook your head and kept yourself hidden as best as you could, the cries pouring out of your mouth like a call for help, and really-it was.

You needed help because you couldn't do this anymore. Every fiber of your being was exhausted. You couldn't think, you couldn't eat, you couldn't sleep, hell you couldn't even breathe at this point.

His hand never left your back, rubbing up and down. He whispered instructions on how to breathe, but most of all he stayed and you needed it. You needed to stop feeling like you were alone. But after the crying slowed and the room was silent, all you felt was like a bigger failure.

You slowly lifted your head and reached Jensen's eyes, watching him frown and stare back at you. "I'm sorry."

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his mouth opened to speak but you shook your head, silencing anything he wanted to say.

"No matter what I do, I just keep messing up. I can't do anything right and I've been trying so damn hard.

He frowned as he stared back at you, "Y/N, you haven't messed anything up. You clearly are having a bad day and your exhausted. I can't help unless you talk to me."

You frowned and rested your chin against your knee, avoiding his eyes at all times. "I haven't slept more than an hour for the past week. Exams are coming up and I'm nowhere near ready. I try to focus on Supernatural and I fall behind. I try to focus on school, I mess up my lines. I try and focus on both, and I end up like this."

He shook his head, he felt for you. Like I said earlier, he didn't know how you did it and that should have been enough for him to ask if you needed help, if you needed to talk, but he didn't and he regretted that.

"You know what you need?" he whispered, waiting until your eyes reached his to continue. "You need a classic Supernatural movie night."

You smiled and shook your head, "I have to study, the exam is in two days."

He shook his head, standing in his spot before he grabbed your hand to pull you up. "We will help you study tomorrow and the day before the test. Tonight, you live. You need a break, okay?"

You stared back at those puppy dog eyes. As much as "Sam Winchester" was supposed to be the one who can make you do anything with those eyes, Jensen has gotten pretty damn good at it. You rolled your eyes as a small smiled appeared on your face. "Fineee."

Later that evening, Jensen and you drove to his place where Jared met up. You all went inside and got yourself in a comfy spot, arguing over what movie to watch. It was in-between two choices, Jared vs Jensen and after a bit of arguing, Jensen turned to get your opinion and the boys stopped when they saw you passed out on the couch.

Jensen smiled and walked towards the couch, grabbing a blanket to cover you up. He quickly grabbed his phone and dialed your mom, letting her know that you were asleep and was going to be back in the morning.

Jared smiled while watching you, finally looking at peace for the first time all night.

"Poor girl." Jensen whispered, sitting back on the couch and pressing play on the tv, making sure the volume wasn't loud enough to wake you.

While you slept, Jensen looked through your homework and exam preparation list, noticing that you haven't had a chance to write study notes or anything like that, you were too busy trying to crunch the information in your head.

Jared smiled lightly and sat beside Jensen, "We should make her some cue cards for test day, she seemed to really like those when it\s her lines she's trying to memorize."

Jensen smiled and nodded before going to collect some cards to write your study material on. It was the bare minimum but he was excited to help, to try and relieve at least some of the stress you have been under.

He would do anything for you, his little sister, maybe not by blood, but definitely by fate.

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #57

It is Valentine's Day in my part of the world! I cannot stress enough that my feelings for you are strictly platonic. But all the same, I'll wish you a happy Valentine's Day. And I hope you'll do your best to remember that your existence is one of the things that puts the necessary strength and courage in my bones so that I can, against all odds, rise up and face another day in this weird, sad, broken, but still beautiful world that I live in. As far as we of my world have been made aware, you have no interest in romantic or sexual relationships, right? So I hope that today, you'll take the time to reflect fondly upon the friendships you shared with Zack, Genesis, and Angeal. I hope that today, you'll reflect upon all the ways you are cared for and needed in both your world and in mine.

Today, my husbands and I went out to get lunch! It's nice that almost no one where we live seems too troubled by the fact that we are a trio. I got a burger that I thought would be good, but it had unexpected barbecue sauce on it (though barbecue-flavored things are very popular where I live, I strongly dislike that flavor for some reason…). I finished it anyway because the chef did his best (it's not his fault that I don't like barbecue sauce!) and I dislike wasting food even more than I dislike barbecue sauce.

But I got some fried green tomatoes that… I…!!! am…!!! …just now realizing!!! many hours after the fact…!!! that I didn't take a picture of for you!!! because fried green tomatoes are one of my favorite things and I scarfed it down before I thought to snap a photo, oh no!!! 😵

I'm very sorry. 😖 But I'll tell you what!!! Next time we go to this place (which will be soon, because it's very close to Physical Therapy, where I have to go once a week anyway because my cartilage is apparently made of freaking noodles, good grief…), I will make sure I take a good picture of the fried green tomatoes! Count on it!!

I did, however, think to take a picture of this place's weekly crème brûlée! It's a new flavor every week! This week, it was mixed berry! And oh my goodness, it was delicious!!! I wish I could have shared some with you!

Physical Therapy came and went, and now I have fancy kinesiology tape applied to my ribs and collarbone, to try to keep the relevant bones in their sockets so that they don't wander around all stupid. Success is mixed, but it's better than nothing. I'll lie down on the floor on the Backpod before bed and hope that helps a little more.

And now, I am in Somerset, Pennsylvania! This is very unusual!! Because I live around 7 hours away by car! But we are here because one of my husbands (we'll call him J) is learning how to fly airplanes, and he wants to make a trip across the country in honor of his brother, who died. I'll give you additional context later. But: in order to make this trip, J needs his own airplane. A small airplane is CRAZY expensive, but he's been working hard and saving up. Recently, he found one that is at a reasonable(ish) price near Somerset. And so here we are, so that J can look it over and make sure it's not a rusted bucket of bolts that'll come undone as soon as we get off the ground!

My other husband (we'll call him M), who typically does not like to go very far from home, is at the house with the cats, holding the fort, so to speak! M is extremely introverted, so I'm sure that having the house to himself for a day or two will be very refreshing for him!

I have gone along with J, in part because I like seeing new places and new things, and also in part because someone has to make sure that J eats proper food and sleeps in an actual bed. I can trust him to drink water nowadays, but still, if left to his own devices, he'll likely sleep in the car and only eat bread, and then get upset and destabilized because he didn't sleep well and hasn't had a balanced meal. In addition, J has a tendency to spiral into anxiety and self-loathing if left by himself for too long. I'm not much different from him in that regard; for both of us, it stems from low self-esteem, but we're working on it!

M does not have either of these troubles; though he has social anxiety, his self-esteem is very much intact, and it's beautiful! I can also trust that M will sleep where it's comfy for him and eat when he's hungry. But M does not like to be away from home for very long, and his legs get very uncomfortable if they've gotta be cramped in the car for a long time. I do not mind being away from home, and I do not mind a long car trip. So I go in order to help keep J balanced, stable, and safe, and M makes sure everything at home is chill.

Like all humans, the three of us all have our weaknesses. But when we work together, we can cover each other's weaknesses with our strengths so that we can do together what would otherwise seem unimaginable as individuals! The three of us complement each other very nicely, and with our powers combined, we keep each other functional and sane! Hahaha! We do all struggle with our respective mental health issues, but our dynamic is healthy and based on mutual care and respect.

So… J and I have been in the car together for the last seven hours, talking about various things and looking at the various sights. It was awesome! But J had to do all the driving; he drives a car with a manual transmission. Between the dyspraxia making it difficult to coordinate the movements for that, and the rib injury making it difficult for me to use my right arm without a lot of pain, learning how to drive with a manual transmission just isn't in the cards for me right now. So when J drives, my role is usually to navigate and to take pictures when I can! I took a bunch, but I'm not sure how good they came out, given that they were taken in a moving vehicle by a dyspraxic weirdo; I suppose I'll let you be the judge, hm?

J and I were still too full from lunch to stop and get anything more substantial than snacks. But guess what! You'll never guess, so I'll tell you!! I found snacks out here that we don't have where I live, up in New York State! Check 'em out:

These are CHEESEBURGER FLAVORED SUNFLOWER SEEDS!!! And also PIZZA FLAVORED SUNFLOWER SEEDS!!! And chocolate cups filled with Jello pudding! And I was SO EXCITED!!! Because they looked novel and awesome!!! And!!! As it turns out!!! ALL THREE OF THESE THINGS TASTED LIKE DISAPPOINTMENT!!! Ahahahaha~!! 🤣

Ah well! Not all of the things we try can work out, right? 😁 It keeps things interesting! And now I never have to wonder about these things again! Because now I know!

Also, I was very much hoping that the cheeseburger flavored sunflower seeds might be a viable replacement for the cheeseburger flavored Doritos that used to exist a long time ago:

They were SO GOOD!!! I have NO IDEA why they stopped making them!!! But now they are nothing but a distant memory, and the sunflower seeds cannot even begin to compare to them. Alas.

On the bright side, the tea-flavored gummies were absolutely delightful! I wish I could share them with you! I wish I could share lots of things with you. This continues to be a non-trivial source of grief for me. Ah well; I don't mind to carry it if it means that at very least I get to know that you exist (in a sense, anyway).

Anyhoot. I am at the place where we're gonna sleep now. J decided to take a picture of me, with my messy hair and weird rainbow socks (I never wear the same sock on each foot; this is on purpose!), as I composed today's letter to you! I'll send it along so that you can know I'm in one piece!

I wonder what your socks look like. Do you have secret rainbow-colored socks under all your black clothing? It would be neat if you do! And it would be neat if you don't, too! 😄

In any case, if I gotta stay in one piece, then you gotta stay in one piece too, got it? Because if you disappear, lots of people (myself included) will never be the same, in the worst possible way. Please stay safe out there. Please remember that you're loved and come back to us. We'll be waiting for you. Or at very least, I will wait for you, as long as it takes you to turn yourself around.

I don't know what tomorrow is going to look like; it will be in an unfamiliar place and full of uncertainty. But one thing that is certain is that I will make the time to write to you. Count on it.

Your friend, Lumine

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