#the looksee x reader

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

My thank you and love letter to the Doctor Strange x Reader community...

It’s been a very long time. I’ve written for multiple fandoms for 8+ years now, and I was almost always left on the outside looking in, mainly because my creative choice was to fashion OFCs. The red-haired step-children of fan fiction. Still, I carried on, because it’s what my Muse directed, and the nature of the stories that are within me to tell. I like to think my work has steadily improved over the years.

And I get it- I really do. Most people want to see the ship of their heart, and that is most often with canon characters. 

There’s tons of fantastic fic (and face it, not so good as well) out there that gives people exactly that. Are there fictions where the characters are bent and manipulated and made OOC for the sake of making them fit into the narrative the way the author wants them to. HELLS YES! And does it hurt to see the love and praise lavished on these pieces as though they are manna from heaven, while I still struggle to break a couple dozen notes of any kind, and mainly because I have the audacity to fill the written fantasies I offer with strong, original female characters? Not as much as it used to--but sometimes it still smarts.

But I think I’ve found my home at last. The Doctor Strange x Reader Insert community has truly made me feel welcome and embraced me in a way that I finally feel appreciated. And among peers. You lovely people are so key smash and enthusiastic and willing to share ideas and thoughts and advice, it’s like day and night to my old experiences (with one notable exception, because this blogger 🥰🥰 ALWAYS believed in my work and supported me without fail). I never got as many reblogs as I have since giving in to writing my female characters as Reader, and I want to thank you all for every single one of them. You all amaze me too--your imagination and enthusiasm, and daaaaaamn, how astoundingly prolific you are! My only gripe is with myself; why the hell can’t I keep up? I want to match you pace for pace, story for story, else I feel like I’m being left behind in the dust.

Anyway--and hand on heart--just know that I adore and appreciate you all, and you’ve given me the unexpected joy of having my own work greeted with kindness and enthusiasm for the first time in too many years! So please- do read on...and write on too!

PS  The blogger I mentioned above is a fabulous author (and amazing friend) in her own right. Besides her canon compliant fics, she is the The Queen of Rarepairs, and has been known to fashion the occasional and delightful OFC when the spirit moves her. You can find her work on both her main blog and side blog-   @strangelock221b   @dreaminonao3​   Please go give her works a looksee- her Doctor Strange pieces are true *chef’s kiss*, my favorites of which are Stephen x Darcy (omg, they are squee worthy and when I read them I simply pretend I’m Darcy) and Stephen x Pepper (face it, the Man falling and being in love is *sighs* DIVINE), and a newer series which she wrote to cheer me up, called The Countess and Her Defender on AO3. All my love to you, T! 💗

#trials and tribulations of a writer #other people's writing #doctor strange fanfiction #doctor strange fan fiction #stephen strange fan fiction #stephen strange x y/n #doctor strange x reader #stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x y/n.stephen strange x y/n #Defender Strange #Supreme Strange #Sinister Strange #Doctor Strange Supreme #Doctor Strange #Stephen Strange #Strangebatch #My Eternal Muse #Muse to oh so many

[freementallyillkid]

Jinx x Dancer (male reader)

Jinx’s POV

I landed on the ground from the small building I jumped off of bolting down the street Enforcers hot on my trail. Swinging around the corner into the alleyway they weren’t nearly as maze-like as the ones in the Undercity, but they worked.

After a little while of running around occasionally taking out Enforcers. I crouched down in an alley catching my breath when I heard loud music coming from the building that I was leaning on. Thinking it might be a bar I slipped in through the back door. Though I quickly realized it was not a bar, but a dance of some kind based on the costum, posters and a handful of trophies.

I walked down the hall and quietly pushed it open. It lead to the back of a small auditorium. I was at the back of the room watching the people dance on the stage to a loud hip hop song. I couldn’t help but nod my head to the music.

My eyes wandered across the stage looking over the different dancers, my eyes catching on one in specific his body moving to the rhythm with ease. I watched the rest of the performance based on the lack of people in the seats. I think it was a practice my eye trained on him in specific. After the song ended another person walked out onto the stage from the left wing, “All right that’s enough for today remember the stage will be much bigger and our next meet will be on the real stage. Don’t forget to stretch, but don’t overwork yourself! See you all next week!” After the little announcement the group dispersed after some light conversation.

I followed the person I had been watching out the way I came. It looks like he was taking a shortcut through the alley to get home I assumed which was great because it gave me a chance to talk to him. I hopped down behind him, “Hey Toots nice dance moves!” I said.

He spun around and screamed, clutching his shirt where his heart was. “Holy shit lady you scared the shit out of me!” I couldn’t help but giggle at his shouting.

“Sorry didn’t mean to scare ya.” I said apologetically as I watched his eyes scan my form catching on the grenades I didn’t have to use . “Oh don’t worry bout those I’d never hurt ya. I just wanted to introduce myself.” I explained.

“But aren’t you Jinx?” He asked tentatively “You know the criminal?”

“Well yeah, but what does that have to do with me introducing myself?” I asked, tilting my head.

“I- I’m a dancer, why would you want to introduce yourself to me?” He asked, shouldering his bag.

“Like I said earlier, you're a good dancer. You said you already knew me, but I’m Jinx!” I said, “And you are…” I asked, pulling out the last word.

“Y/n…”

“Well nice to meet ya Y/n. When did you start dancing yer really good at it?” I questioned tugging on his arm so he would start walking again.

“Since I was like six.” He answered walking alongside me, “So why are you here anyway?”

“Oh some Enforcers were chasing after cause I blew something up, so I ran around in the allies for a little when I heard the music coming from outside your building, so I decided to have a looksee and I found you!”

“You blew something up!” He exclaimed, startled.

“Oh don’t worry onee one got hurt this time.” I said nonchalantly. He didn’t seem very happy about the this time, but didn’t comment on it. “Hey ya know what would be fun?” He just raised an eyebrow, “I could come to your next practice!”

Immediately he paused, “I don’t think having a notorious criminal at practice would be a good idea…”

“Well no one would be able to see me, but I would get to watch ya and maybe we could hang out for a little after.” I explained pressing my lips together picking at my already chipped nail polish as I waited for him to reply.

After what felt like way too long he said, “Yeah alright, but only once I’d definitely get kicked off if they knew I even talked to you.”

“Alright! No one will see me I promise!” I said giggling. He nodded, “I’ll see ya next week toots!” And before he could ask or say anything else I disappeared onto the rooftops and I couldn’t stop smiling the whole way home.

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Word count:766

#arcane #jinx x reader #jinx #male reader #dancing

[cryptmonsteruniverseimagines]

What about Yandere Look-see Who’s Obsessed With a female S/o?

Ooooh, my first yandere ask! Coming right up!

I wanna thank everyone who's been supporting this blog through the unplanned hiatus it's been going through. College is a bitch, but with exams starting to finish up, I'm in the home stretch! More asks will be completed soon!

(Romantic) Yandere!Look-See/fem!reader

I feel like Look-See would slowly transition into being a lucid yandere. When he starts to realize how obsessed he is with you, and he doesn't understand. That effects his behavior, because if there's something else he doesn't stand, it's hypocrites. Is he a hypocrite? What is happening?

For a while, his inner turmnoil is going to effect his behavior towards you. One moment he'll be all sweet and snuggly, and the next he'll be mopey and sulking somewhere in a closet, and he'll snap at you if you get too close. He's brooding, human, leave him alone.

However, he soon starts to realize that he's not like those humans he kills. They hang onto things because they're selfish. He wants to hang onto you because he loves you and cares about you and wants to hold you and snuggle you and UGH! He's just so bursting with feelings about you, and they make him so happy! How can this be a bad thing?

Once he finally realizes how much he loves you, one can say that the real horror begins. He becomes clingy to the point of following you literally everywhere. And I mean everywhere. It's at least thirty-minute bitch fit when you ask him to please just stand outside the bathroom so you can take a piss.

He’s extremely adverse to leaving his proxies behind to help take care of you while he’s gone. What if you get to talking and find them more attractive than him? He’s not about to let that happen.

Any other entity he perceives as a threat is dealt with immediately. It doesn't matter if they're human or monster. Their heart or head or whatever organ he thinks is symbolic in this situation will be sitting on your bedside to terrify you when you wake up at some point this week.

Regular Look-See is a cuddle monster already, but yandere Look-See turns that shit up to eleven out of a possible five. He demands cuddles constantly, to the point where you need to set designated times through the day to cuddle because his constant demanding cuts into a lot of your daily routine. He will also worm his way into sleeping in your bed, with or without you. He's addicted to your scent, and your bed is the best place to get it.

The bed thing also has the added plus of spreading his scent in a place you're laying and tossing and turning in for a good amount of time a day, and it helps mark you in a way that he doesn't have to bite you. Not that he isn't partial to marking you in the traditional manner -- he just gets very excited and can't control how hard he bites down, and it hurts you. He doesn't want to hurt you.

#crypt tv x reader #crypt tv #crypttv x reader #yandere x reader #the look-see #the looksee #the looksee x reader #the look-see x reader #the look see #crypttv the look-see #crypt tv the look-see #monster boyfriend #yandere monster #yandere monster x reader #yandere #yandere look-see x reader

[whiskehorange]

I was at work all day and almost missed the notif that requests were open! I’d like to request head cannons for Ellen Ripley, Will Graham, the Looksee, Danny Torrence, Candyman, Tiffany Valentine, Sidney Prescott, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, Spencer Reid, Olivia Benson, and Elliot Stabler with a writer S/O that uses their experiences/lives as inspiration? Sorry it’s a bit of a mixed bag of folks lol, thank you!!

So, tumblr only allows 10 images per post, so please forgive me for combining two sets of characters together! ALSO: Danny is completely based off of his character from the book! So if it doesn’t line up with the movie I’m sorry but also fuck them for changing his character

Ellen

Ellen is all for you writing about what you’ve been through and experienced. It makes for a much more personal story and means so much more to not only you but people who can relate to what you’ve finished. She’s more than happy to help you in writing or editing, even giving you her own experiences if you’d like to get a bit of outsider information. God knows she’s got a lot of stories to fuel your imagination for a while.

Will

Will loves seeing you have something that puts you at ease at the end of the day, even if it’s talking or taking notes about your day. Being able to sit with you and give your drafts a read is something he looks forward to doing at the end of the day, too. As much as he’d love to take you out and give you the chance to have new, and maybe better, experiences with him, he doesn’t want to barge in on your life and put himself into something so personal for you. Little does he know, you look forward into starting a new chapter, literally, with him.

Danny

He can’t lie, the first time he really caught wind of you being a writer, he was a bit nervous. He felt like he just really couldn’t get away from his past, but once you answer his numerous questions about how you feel about writing, what you write about, when you do it, he feels much more at ease. You manage to convince him that it can be pretty therapeutic, for you at least, and fun! Danny isn’t too sure he wants to open those boxes and put them on paper just yet, but he’ll look forward to the upcoming sober chapters of his life with you.

The Look-see

In all honesty, he could watch you write and jot down your outlines just about all day. It’s one of the reasons he didn’t kill you in the first place. You were able to get over your grief by writing down your past experiences and pain all into one collective narrative. Why don’t more people do that? Well, he still wants to get his kills in but... still. Maybe he can feed off of grief with paper, he’ll read it somehow. Use echolocation so the sound bounces off of the led on the paper, I don’t fucking know.

Candyman

Writing is sure a pure form of art, Daniel can respect that. Of course, that means that he is more than willing to be your proofreader and editor after you’ve been working just about all day. It brings him joy to discover so much about you and your past, even if some of them aren’t too good. Everyone’s got a little baggage to them, but he’s willing to be there to help you carry it. He can be there to help you write it, too!

Tiffany

Tiffany thinks it’s so badass! I mean, shit, why didn’t she think of that? She’d have one fucked up book, but it’d be funny to her. Tiff loves to read your stuff like it’s an action novel, asking you loads of questions about certain events that actually happened. So you actually based this piece off of getting trampled by a camel? Get the fuck outta here..... please tell her more she’s begging, she’s never seen a real camel. Are they real? Just tell her your story from day 1.

Sidney

There’s been too many mock books and false narratives about her story already, so she hasn’t really bothered to put her real story out there. But she’s glad to see that your stories and writings are much more tame and enjoyable to read than a halloween-brand killer chasing her that ended up being her boyfriend and his best friend. She’d much rather read about your first encounter with water. Almost drowning, but still pretty funny for the both of you.

Emily & Spencer

Emily is all for you writing to get your emotions out, even if you do it for fun! She writes just a little bit in her spare time, or even when she’s on the plane, but insists on you sending her copies of what you’ve wrote so far for her to read. If you write on your computer that’s even better, you can just send them to her like that. Every time she reads something by you she can’t help but smile, no matter what it’s about.

Spencer loves to read your work! He thinks it’s a good ideas too, there can be a lot of benefits to writing memories and emotions down on paper, or a doc. He’s more than happy to edit your writings if you ask, but you’ll probably find little pen corrections here and there on whatever you’ve given to him to pick through. Even talking about it with you at the end of the day is fine with him.

Rossi

David writes, so he knows just how your brain functions one somedays. Don’t even get him started on writers block, but it’s different for him to see someone writing just based on their experiences, and then turning it into it’s own story. It’s more interesting than an autobiography, but more personal than a fictional piece. You can definitely find him at the end of the day sifting through your notes and finished pieces, even the ones you didn’t want him to read yet while you’re asleep.

Olivia & Elliot

Olivia strongly advocates for you to continue this sort of writing. She’s seen and read tons of books based on traumatic experiences, but this is a good refresher, and she gets to read it in the making. Her favorite part of your process is hearing you talk out loud to yourself when writing. Your though process says a lot to her.

Elliot, while advocating for this type of writing as well, is definitely more of a snoop than anything else. Of course, you’re okay with him reading what you’ve got, making piles of finished and WIPs that you’d rather him wait to see. But do you really think that’s gonna stop him from looking through those when you’re asleep or away? No. He just feel better knowing just about everything about you to make sure he’s doing things right.

#ellen ripley x reader #will graham x reader #the looksee x reader #danny torrance x reader #candyman x reader #tiffany valentine x reader #sidney prescott x reader #emily prentiss x reader #spencer reid x reader #david rossi x reader #olivia benson x reader #elliot stabler x reader #slasher x reader

[thatfanficstuff]

Impossible - 18

Pairing: Eric Northman x reader

Warnings: mentions of unwanted touching and assholes thinking of rape (no sexual assault takes place beyond groping)

A/N: This is longish. I'm lazy and didn't edit. If anything is glaring let me know.

***

It was decided that you and Sookie would present as friends looking for a new church. You intended to play quiet and if necessary you would pretend you were the puppet Stan thought you to be until you escaped from your horrible vampire boyfriend. You thought he loved you. Sob. So on and so forth.

Part of you wanted to go with Stan’s idea. Hell, if there was a way to be rid of the Fellowship without it pointing back to the vampires, you’d jump for it in a heartbeat. They were the epitome of everything wrong with so-called religions. Standing behind their gods to justify their hate and prejudices.

You sighed as you pulled into the parking lot. A perky blonde signaled for you to park and you frowned.

“Why does she look familiar?” Sookie asked.

“That’s Sarah Newlin, the reverend’s wife. I’m not happy that it appears we were expected, Sookie. I doubt she greets everyone that pulls in the parking lot.” You clenched your teeth together. Your gut was telling you to just pull right back out of the parking lot, but this was still your best bet to find Godric. “Just be on guard.”

Sookie nodded her head then slipped out of the car with a grin on her face, ready to greet the Mrs. You followed along behind her playing timid.

“Hi,” Sarah exclaimed. “I’m Sarah Newlin. I saw y’all pulling in and thought I’d come out and greet you myself.”

Sookie walked right up to her and shook her hand. “I can’t believe I’m actually getting to meet you. My name is Heidi Merlotte. This is my friend Sylvia North. We’ve recently moved to the area and are looking for a church.”

Sarah shifted that smile to you and held out her hand. You took it gingerly and kept your other arm wrapped around your waist. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sylvia.”

You just nodded in acknowledgement.

“Well, you’re a quiet thing aren’t you?”

Sookie wrapped her arm around you and leaned forward as if sharing a great secret. “We moved to get Sylvia out of a situation, so to speak. She’s still recovering.”

You could almost believe the look of sympathy Sarah directed your way. She turned and motioned for you to follow her. “Well, follow me and we’ll see if Steve’s available. I’m sure he’d just love to meet you.”

“The reverend himself?” Sookie enthused. “That would be amazing.”

The two of you followed Sarah to an office where Steve Newlin sat behind a large desk. “Honey, we’ve got a couple of friends here looking for a church. Heidi Merlotte and Sylvia North.” You shuffled in and took the offered hand, nodding at his greeting before looking around the office. Sarah bent over to whisper something in her husband’s ear that you weren’t meant to hear. “They insinuated they moved to escape some sort of trauma.”

Steve made a sound of agreement before gracing you with that megawatt smile he was so famous for. You settled into your chair, content to let Sookie do all the talking. She always chattered when she was nervous anyway.

“Sylvia and I met in church actually, but we left when we discovered that the pastor was…well he was…” Sookie trailed off dramatically and you managed to resist the urge to roll your eyes.

“Homosexual?” Steve suggested.

Ugh, just when you thought you couldn’t hate this guy more than you already did. What an ass. “A sympathizer. He was a sympathizer,” you said before he could say something else that made you want to punch him in the face.

“Now see, that really makes me mad. How can you claim to love God if you love something God hates?” Too late. You wanted to punch him.

“Well, given Sylvia’s history, we know just how horrible vampires are,” Sookie added after a pause and you wondered what she’d heard in the asshole’s head. “No one will ever convince us that they have any sort of control. They are just evil.”

The Newlins’ attention turned to you with her words. You’d curse her, but this was the plan. You unbuttoned the top button on your shirt and pulled it open to show Eric’s marks. Normally you just wore one, but he’d given you a couple of extra the night before to add to your story. Once they’d seen, you buttoned your shirt back up as if you were ashamed.

You cleared your throat. “He was my boss. He was nice enough at first but then he started catching me in the backroom and feeding. He glamoured me into thinking I enjoyed it. That he loved me. I didn’t know until he came to my house one night and Heidi caught him doing it. She told me everything and helped me escape.” You reached over and grabbed Sookie’s hand. “She saved my life. I truly believe that.”

When you finished with your fantasy, you bent your head forward and wiped away a non-existent tear.

“I am sorry that such a horrible thing happened to you. But that’s what we’re here for is to help people like you. None of this was your fault,” Sarah’s voice comes.

“Thank you. I appreciate that.” You kept your head down so you didn’t have to meet their gazes again. Frankly, you were tired of looking at them.

Steve clapped his hands together. “Well, let’s take a little tour, shall we?”

A tremor of unease crawled down your spine. You were pretty sure the Rev. Newlin’s job description didn’t include giving tours to the peons. You looked up at them, attempting to appear upset instead of untrusting. Sookie and you followed the couple out of the office to what you assumed was the door of the sanctuary.

Steve stopped before opening them and turned to face you. “Now, be careful when I open the doors.”

You arched a brow. “Careful?”

He grinned. “Sometimes when we open these doors, so much love comes flowing out it just knocks you right over.”

You were pretty sure that was the flood of bullshit actually.

“We’ll be sure and brace ourselves,” Sookie responds with a chipper smile.

When they opened the doors, you were actually impressed with the sight that greeted you. The large wall of windows at the back of the church allowed sunlight to flood the sanctuary. It was quite a stunning display. “It’s beautiful.”

“Isn’t it? I just love this room. It just seems to glow in the afternoon light,” Sarah said, obviously meaning every word.

“It’s just so inspiring,” Steve added.

Sookie fidgeted beside you and you knew whatever the reverend was thinking, it wasn’t pleasant. You reached over and hooked your arm with hers.

He looked between the two of you. “Say have you two ever been to a lock-in?”

“A l-lock-in?” Sookie stuttered out.

You gave your brightest, fakest smile and channeled your inner Sookie. “Not since I was a kid. Gosh, those were good times.”

“Well, we’d love to have you join us,” Steve offered.

Whatever he was up to, Sarah didn’t like it if her body language was anything to go by.

Sookie tugged at your arm. “We should go home and get our stuff so we can do the lock-down.”

You looked down to cover your smirk. They were definitely behind Godric’s disappearance then. You understood Sookie wanting to get out of here, if she’d confirmed that, but in all honesty you were the best option for getting Godric out of here without causing a scene.

“You have plenty of time. The lock-inisn’t until tomorrow. Besides, we haven’t finished the tour yet,” Steve said.

“You wanted to see me?” a voice interrupted and Sarah only looked more concerned. A large bald man came to stand by the Newlins. He was obviously their muscle.

“Oh good. Heidi, Sylvia, I’d like you to meet Gabe, one of my aides,” Steve introduced.

Gabe shook your hands while running his gaze over both of you. He licked his lips and you wanted to kick him in the nuts. Maybe later. It would give you something to look forward to.

“Gabe will be joining us for the rest of the tour,” Steve said, patting the other man on the back.

The tour continued far longer than necessary. “I’m sorry but we need to be going. I don’t like to be out after dark,” you said.

“Oh there’s just one more thing I want to show you. It’s a very special part of the tour. Most people don’t get to see it. My father’s tomb.” He sounded entirely too happy about that.

“Steve, are you sure?” Sarah asked.

“Absolutely.”

“I just don’t see why we need to go down there.”

“Not to be rude but I really don’t want to see someone’s grave,” you said.

Steve looked at you. “You have to see it. You can really feel his spirit down there. It’s the cornerstone our church is built on.” He opened a door that led down a steep set of stairs. Creepy basement. Check. And probably no windows. Perfect place to keep a vampire.

Sookie grasped your arm. “Sylvia?”

“What’s the matter?” Steve asked.

“She’s a little claustrophobic,” you lied.

“Well, at least take a little looksee so you can say you saw everything and you can make an informed decision,” the reverend argued.

“But we’ve already decided to go here so I don’t think it’s necessary,” Sookie said, her voice shaking. “We should go, Sylvia.”

“No,” Steve said. “Gabe!” Steve dived for Sookie and Gabe came after you. He grabbed you from behind, crossing his arms over the front of you, copping a cheap feel as he did so. Fucker. Irritation and Anger flooded through you and you knew Eric would pick up on it. He wouldn’t give you long before he came in after the two of you.

It wouldn’t take much for you to get free and to free Sookie as well, but you wouldn’t get a better opportunity to explore the basement. You feigned fighting and let the asshole carry you down the stairs with a firm grip on your breast.

You heard Sookie fighting behind you. “A little help, Gabe. I think the fucking banger’s on V,” Steve yelled.

“Quit fighting, Heidi. You’ll only get hurt,” you called and heard the commotion die down. At least she trusted you enough to do what you said.

They carried the two of you into a storage cage and locked you in after taking Sookie’s purse and searching both of you. As soon as they were out of sight and you heard the door shut upstairs, Sookie turned to you. “I sure as hell hope you have a plan because that Gabe guy is a total asshole.”

You hummed in agreement and pulled your lockpicking tools from your hair. They looked like barrettes and bobby pins to the untrained eye. “My plan is to find Godric before Eric gets here to rescue us.”

“You seem sure he’ll come,” she said, sounding surprised.

“I am. And if he doesn’t, I’ll get us out. Don’t worry about it.” You moved over to the gate to see the best way to go about getting the two of you out. The chain link configuration complicated things a bit but you’d figure it out.

“You’re always so sure about things. I wish I was like that.”

“A little bit of uncertainty makes life exciting,” you said with a grin before grabbing the gate and shaking it to see how sturdy it was. Keeping your grip you leaned against it. “Little god, little god, it’s time to go home,” you said in a singsong voice. Godric would hear you if he was anywhere in the basement.

“Little god?”

“Long story,” you assured her and shook the gate again. “Good news, the gate is designed to keep people out, not in. Also good news, I’m not completely human.”

“What’s the bad news?” she asked.

“This will be loud.” Unfortunately, the only top to the cage was the ceiling so there was nothing above you to grab onto. Instead, you grabbed onto the chain link beside the gate and used it to swing your body at an angle so your feet hit right where the lock was. You repeated the action two more times before dropping down so you could check the lock.

“Little god, I’m not leaving without you. I know you like me too much to let me die,” you said distracted as your focus was on the gate. You’d definitely done some damage but you decided to keep your feet on the ground and see what kind of damage side kicks could do.

After the second kick, you heard the door upstairs open. “What’s going on down there?” Gabe. Good.

“Nothing,” you called back even as you kicked again and the lock gave way. You grabbed the gate and pulled it shut as his feet thundered down the stairs.

He glared at the two of you before finally settling on you. You had no idea what Sookie looked like behind you but you were giving your best evil grin. “What are you up to, you little bitch?”

“That’s no way to talk to a lady,” you taunted, waiting for him to get closer.

“You’re not a lady,” he said. “You’re just some vampire’s whore.” He licked his lips and looked you over again as he pulled keys from his pocket. When he caught sight of the lock, he frowned and moved forward, “What the hell?”

Once he was within striking distance, you slammed the gate forward so it cracked him in the head and shoved him back. You didn’t give him time to recover before you attacked with punches and kicks. He got a couple of hits in as he tried to take you down. To regain the upper hand. But you weren’t about to let that happen. Finally, you got in position to put your arm around his neck. You kept the hold up until he dropped to his knees. When you would have continued until he quit breathing, a hand dropped on your shoulder.

“Enough.”

You looked to Godric. He wasn’t your sire. You had no loyalty to him, but he was a friend. You released Gabe and took a step back. Your gaze ran over the little god. Other than being paler than usual, he looked good. The corner of his mouth lifted in a smile. That was all the invitation you needed to wrap your arms around him.

He returned the hug. He moved his nose near your neck and inhaled. “You smell like my child.”

“Mates.”

He held you at arms length and looked at you in surprise. “He’ll come for you then. Not that he wouldn’t have anyway.”

“Oh, yeah. I figure we’re about out of time.” You gestured to the cage. “Godric, meet Sookie. Sookie, Godric.”

Sookie gave him a smile and a little wave. “Nice to meet you.”

His mouth set in a firm line and his gaze settled on you. “You brought a human with you to rescue me?”

“She’s a little something else, if that makes you feel any better.”

“Not particularly, no. Especially considering what this one would have done had you not been who you are,” he gestured at Gabe.

“Speaking of, you should let me kill him. He groped me.” Reminded of the earlier incident you moved over to the prone form and nudged him so he was laying on his back. Then you kicked him in the balls as hard as you could. “Asshole.”

Godric’s lips twitched. “Feel better?”

“Much.” Sounds of a fight came from upstairs. “Eric.”

“Yes. I am here, my child. Down here.”

In a flash Eric was there. He stopped in front of you first, holding your arms as he looked you over. “I’m fine.”

He nodded once before turning to his maker. “Godric,” he said almost reverently before kneeling in front of him.

The moment was interrupted by Sookie’s laughter. The three of you turned your attention to her. She had a hand over her mouth as she tried to quiet herself. She shook her head. “I’m sorry. It’s just Eric is all respectful and kneeling while you hugged him and called him little god. It’s just funny.”

Eric got to his feet and gave you a look. “Of course, you did.”

“What? Godric likes my hugs.”

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[pinknerdpanda]

Hey, Clarence

Characters: Castiel/Clarence x Reader Word Count: 1,674 Warnings: Fluffity fluff fluff.  Requested by: @yourewelcomeforbeingmyfriend Beta’d by @shy-violet-soul

A/N: This was written for my Merry Manda’s Christmas Drabbles. It is simultaneously based on “Winter Wonderland” (per the request) and also kinda “Hey Jude.” I wrote this as a continuation of Clarence and Clarence Returns from the last two years’ Christmas Drabbles. You don’t necessarily have to read those for this to make sense, but it would certainly help. Also, they are some of my favorite pieces I’ve written for Christmastime, so I hope you will indulge me and go give them a looksee. I hope you enjoy!

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Hey, Clarence

Today has sucked.

Not so much in an earth-shattering, life-altering way. There was no singular catastrophic event that brought me to this conclusion; more a trail of small, shitty things that, on their own wouldn’t be so bad, but together - well, like I said. Today has sucked.

My cat ran away first thing this morning. I immediately dressed, frantic as my brain volleyed various “worst-case-scenario” thoughts around. As I opened the front door to begin my desperate search for my beloved feline companion, I nearly screamed when I found her, sitting on my doorstep, impassively licking her front paw and gazing up at me expectantly.

Then, when I got to work, I somehow managed to spill my coffee all over myself and my boss simultaneously five minutes before an important meeting. A meeting, which I would find out later, was doomed from the start - coffee stained blouses notwithstanding.

It has been downhill from there, really.

My resolution for the steadily fading year has been to - as the Beatles so eloquently put it - “take a sad song, and make it better”. The idea had struck me when someone in the bar picked “Hey Jude” on the jukebox, mere moments before the ball dropped. There may have been fireball involved. It’s all a bit hazy, now. But, inebriated or not, I’ve spent the last eleven and a half months actively trying to keep myself from wallowing in self-pity when life doesn’t go the way I want it to. 

Which is how I found myself standing outside a trendy boutique downtown on a Monday night with a cup of hot apple cider clenched between my mittened hands. There’s only two weeks until Christmas, and I thought maybe rustling up a little Christmas cheer might keep the day from winding up a total bust. Two years ago, I'd found myself in the same spot when I’d met Clarence. Well, he said last Christmas his name was actually Castiel, but the adorable blue-eyed angel will always be Clarence to me. I sigh wistfully, missing my friend before turning my gaze back to the shop windows.

The shops downtown have all agreed on a theme for their displays this year - Winter Wonderland - in an effort to foster a sense of community between the businesses. I think there’s a competition involved, but I can guarantee that this display will be winning no awards.

Dozens of severely angled Christmas trees - all fashioned out of white paper - form a semi-circle in front of a stark white backdrop. More white paper has been manipulated into the shapes of what I can only assume are meant to be angry icicles and hang upside down from the ceiling. That’s not even the worst part. The five mannequins are all posed incredibly awkwardly; their plastic bodies contorted in unnatural positions that no flesh-and-blood person would be capable of. The icing on the cake is the weird-ass, monochromatic clothing they are all sporting. It looks half dystopian futuristic, half Grandma’s attic chic. It’s 100% the worst.

“That would appear to be less ‘Winter Wonderland’ and more ‘tortured in the bowels of hell’. 

The familiar, gravelly voice makes me jump, nearly spilling a hot beverage on myself for the second time today. I whirl around to find the blue-eyed angel (what even is my life these days?) smiling warmly at me, a flicker of amusement playing across his face.

“Clare - er, I mean, Castiel, was it?” I stumble foolishly over my words.

 “Clarence will be just fine.” He grins wider. “You know, we really should stop meeting this way.”

His joy is contagious and I find myself leaping happily towards him. He wraps his arms around me, holding tightly. Somehow I manage not to spill a drop on either one of us. Maybe this day is finally starting to look up.

“How did you find me?” I pull away from him, surprised to find a wet spot blooming on his tan coat where my face had been pressed against his chest. When had I started crying? 

He smiles knowingly at me and I sigh, wiping away the trails of fresh tears.

“Let me guess. You heard my prayer?” He nods. “Which isn’t very fair; it wasn’t really a prayer. I was just thinking about you and how we met.”

He gestures toward the next window, shoving his hands in his pockets as we walk. This window is more inviting. Two snowmen - both nearly as tall as the handsome angel at my side - are angled to face each other. Adoring smiles brighten their faces and their twig hands intertwine between them. A pair of cheerful cardinals suspend over their heads carrying opposite ends of a banner adorned with a red heart in their beaks. Red and green holiday baubles frame the large glass barrier containing the couple. 

“Now this,” I sigh, “this is more like it.”

“Yes,” he almost whispers. “It’s a beautiful sight.”

From the corner of my eye I see Clarence, his attention focused not on the window, but on me. A flood of warmth fills my face, despite the chilly air whipping around us. I don’t know if it’s the blush on my cheeks or the realization that he’d been caught staring, but his gaze drops to the ground suddenly and he clears his throat.

“It’s, uh,” he looks back up and tips his head toward the display, “this is much more wondrous, in my opinion.”

I nod, unable to comprehend this newfound tension now blossoming between us. As though he can sense my confusion, he takes a small, almost tentative step toward me.

“Y/n, do you remember the first time we met?” Clarence narrows his gaze, his head tipping slightly to one side and his lips pressed together.

“Of course. It was right over there,” I point to a shop across the road, it’s own window dressed in lovely sparkly Christmas tableau. 

“You were - and continue to be - so lovely. Even with no celestial power to confirm my perception, I could see the beauty of your soul. From the moment you spoke, I felt drawn to you in a way I didn’t understand. I was in no position at the time to articulate this - nor had I a right to. I’m not exactly convinced that I have a right, even now, but when I heard your subtle prayer tonight, I felt a surge of joy I haven’t felt before. I wanted nothing more than to be here with you, as we were that first night.”

I blink rapidly. What is happening? Is he - is he saying…

Clarence takes another step closer to me, his cerulean eyes glittering gleefully under the street lamps and one corner of his mouth turned upward, but only just. He reaches a hand out, his calloused fingers brushing against my cheek, moving a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

“I still don’t understand - “

I huff a breath, interrupting him and muttering “That makes two of us.”

He only smiles wider. “I don’t understand, but I knew I needed to tell you, and, perhaps…”

The smile falters gently and I realize his fingers are still grazing the curve of my jaw. His thumb brushes across my bottom lip and his gaze follows the movement as he swallows, distracted, I assume.

“Perhaps what?” I sound breathy, like the heroine in a rom-com. 

His eyes jerk up to meet mine again, fingers curling under my chin to tilt it upwards.

“Perhaps,” his tongue sweeps across his lips, “perhaps I might kiss you.”

It’s a statement, but there’s so much endearing uncertainty in his tone, it sounds like a question. My brain has ceased all word-forming function for the moment, but I manage to nod once.

And then he’s kissing me.

As uncertain as he’d seemed, I think I expected clacking teeth and squished noses, but it’s not. It’s slow and graceful, his lips soft and warm against mine. It’s just the opposite side of chaste for a moment, but then I feel his hand slide into my hair, pressing our mouths together more firmly as he moans softly.

It’s like mixing Mentos and Diet Coke, or baking soda and vinegar - Pop Rocks and Pepsi. Is that a thing? Whatever, the point I’m making is that one second I was fine and the next I feel combustible. Every nerve ending suddenly shifting into overdrive as my heart thrums against my ribs.

He pulls away just when I feel like my lungs are going to give out. I’m relieved to see his chest heaving rhythmically; I’m not the only one affected so deeply by the kiss. He presses his forehead to mine, a rough laugh punching from his lungs as his entire face lights up. I’ve never seen him smile this broadly. 

His hand slides down my arm before clasping my mittened palm.

“Well,” I start, but the brush of something cold and wet against my cheek startles me. Looking up, I realize that large, fluffy snowflakes are just beginning to fall from the sky. Clarence holds out his free hand, a look of soft wonderment brightening his already lovely face as the flakes land on his palm.

Is it possible that I’m actually living in a rom-com and just don’t know it?

“Perfect,” he sighs, his thumb rubbing gently against the wool covering my hand still clasped in his. 

“Talk about making a sad song better,” I mutter, tossing my cup in a nearby trash can before sticking out my tongue and tasting the cool white drops.

Clarence tips his head to one side again, an adorable confused expression on his face.

“Nothing.” I wrap my free arm around his, clinging to his side against the rapidly falling snow and sighing contentedly.

“Y/n, would you like to get a cup of coffee with me? I know a nice 24 hour diner nearby,” he grins. “It holds some special memories for me.”

Leaning up, I press a kiss against his cheek, the scruff on his jaw tickling my lips. 

“Sounds like a date, Clarence.”

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Color me gobsmacked - I just hit 3,000 followers!!

I gained over 100 followers in the past couple of weeks, and I know it's due to two things- the growth and resurgence of the Doctor Strange fandom in the excitement over Multiverse of Madness. And my Stephen Strange x Female Reader fics finally catching on and reaching a much wider audience.

Now, I would so LOVE to be the cool blog and offer something special to my followers like prompts or some such, in celebration--but I know myself well enough to know I don't have the time or creative energy to do such an endeavor (and your requests) justice. But I can thank each and every one of you for giving my blog a looksee and deciding it was worthy enough to follow and check back with from time to time.

Sending out my gratitude to all, from the depths of my heart! xx

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[cryptmonsteruniverseimagines]

(Romantic) The Look-See boyfriend headcanons

requested by @thedragonoffandoms

So much himbo energy. I get that he’s a murderer and all, but with that smile and those shoes? Forget about it. His little ticks never fail to make you smile. And that head tilt? Oh. So cute. Get the camera, he’s gonna be Internet famous. Oh, wait...

Relationships for him are absolutely a contact sport. He’s very touch-oriented, so cuddles and hugs are his favorite thing. He can’t kiss, so he’ll try to compensate by face nuzzles or licks. He also craves cuddles, and no matter what, he absolutely will enforce them. Just got home from a stressful day? Hugs when you walk in. Had the best day ever? He’ll snuggle your brains out. Just feel like laying in bed for no reason at all? You better watch the fuck out, cuz here he comes.

He sometimes likes to just sit there, and... hold you. And not do anything. Just sit on the couch or the bed or wherever and just hold you close, stroking your hair every now and then, purring a little bit when you snuggle into him.

He’ll almost immediately know if you’re feeling down, because he can sense whenever a person is overtaken by negative emotions. And in a weird way, he... doesn’t know what to do. Yes, he knows that his mate is suffering and needs to be comforted, but the only thing he knows to do about suffering people is... well, you’ve seen the series.

Will eat anything — yes, anything — you cook, even if you’re not that good a cook. He has a very strong stomach, and if you say you made it specially for him??? It’s gone. He just inhaled it. It’s gone forever.

Since Look-See is mute, I absolutely believe he would want to learn sign language to communicate with you. If you picked it up yourself or wanted to learn with him, he’d be thrilled.

If he’s gone collecting pieces for a while, he’ll bring you back little gifts. Nothing too noticeable, little trinkets that he finds in his victims’ homes that look interesting to him. He usually goes for shiny things, which has led to a few fillings and/or gold teeth being brought back. Like I said, nothing too noticeable.

This may be a bit creepier than usual, but... he likes to watch you sleep. He doesn’t require sleep as a demon, and this world has its fair share of things that go bump in the night (and day). This isn’t driven by anything stalkery, but a primal desire to keep you safe. Any monsters that try to come for you in the night will be met with a very territorial Look-See sitting at the end of your bed, ready to pounce and fight for your life.

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[cryptmonsteruniverseimagines]

Poly relationship btwn Looksee, Soot, and MC hc?

I have been neglecting this blog severely.

(Romantic) Look-See x Reader x Soot headcanons

TWs: minor spoilers for Look-See VS Soot

I definitely believe due to their respective career paths, Soot and Look-See’s paths are going to intersect at some point. One person isn’t supposed to have survived a bad rock-climbing accident, and they harbor guilt that they survived that they can’t let go of. But, of course, Soot and Look-See can be reasonable gents. Hell, in the creepypasta they were pitted against each other in, they teamed up to take out the narrator.

I feel like Look-See and Soot would end up playing "bad cop, good cop" respectively in the relationship. Look-See is obviously the more outgoing monster, so he'd be much more open to doing a lot more "date stuff". Soot is much more rigid and can’t just disguise himself with a wig and Groucho glasses, would probably need to be coaxed into doing some of the things that Look-See wants. Of course, the two get into spats, and you will need to break them up before things get physical.

One thing that they both agree on is that they both want to sleep with you. In your bed. In spite of not requiring sleep. It’s like extended snuggies for them. And when you all started dating, you probably didn’t have a bed big enough for the three of you. So what did Look-See do? Resort to grave robbery to help get you some more money! …yeah, that was not a good thing to do, so until you get enough cashiche to get a bed big enough for all three of you, your monster bfs sleep in shifts: Look-See one night, Soot the other. Hey — with this system going, you have monster protection every night. And in a world where you can literally be murdered in your sleep by a beastie at any time, they’ve helped you sleep more soundly than you ever have in your life.

Remember how I said Soot likes board games? He sis a big stickler for following the rules of the game and will not like it if someone tries to pull a fast one on him. Well, Look-See likes to cheat at board games, much like he likes to toy with his victims. Soot does not tolerate any of his nonsense. And that’s how a simple game like Candy Land gains the tense atmosphere of Monopoly. Oh, and Monopoly has been banned from the house after an unfortunate incident in which one of them got the fucking board lodged into the wall.

Look-See likes to spread his scent on you by snuggling you, wearing your jackets (the ones that fit him, anyway), and of course, laying on things that you like to sit/lay on. Soot, being a more civilized monster, does not do this as he doesn’t have those bestial impulses. He once walked in on Look-See rolling around in your bed and had no idea what he was looking at.

Soot is the one who’s out of the house the most, so he’s going to be glomped by both you and Look-See when he comes home. People are abounding death left and right, and his workaholic butt can’t put his job on hold for very long. Sometimes you and Look-See will have to hold Soot down on the couch and give him the snuggled he deprives himself of. Soot likes to pretend he doesn’t like it, but his nonexistent heart swells when he’s held by his partners.

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