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captain-clueless · 1 month ago
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Alastor List
Also known as: ML I Alastor🎙️
(Hazbin Hotel)
Taglist@+
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Note: Blue is 2p Alastor, Red-Romantic, White-Platonic/Familial.
Headcanons
Alastor X Shy Reader
Child Reader
Alastor X Human Reader: Arson Cat
Inkblot/Toon Reader
As Siblings
Lovesick Alastor
Requested
Alastor X Chaotic Reader
Alastor and Child Reader
Alastor X Reader/ Angel X Reader
Alastor X Reader: Mimzy's Reaction
Alastor X Reader with ED
Alastor X Nerdy S/O
Alastor X Reader/ Angel X Reader: Hugs
Alastor X Human Reader
Alastor X Sweet Reader: Surprise Attacks
Alastor X Reader: The Radio and The Rockette
Love Bites
Alastor's Hands
Alastor Finding The Merch
Outlaw Alastor
Aftercare-A, A, H.
Alastor's Rut
Jealousy
Deer Demon Child Reader
Tumblr Works
Sleep Paralysis
First Day
The Red Mist
Accidentally In Love
Other Worldly
Requested
Power
In Your Control
Petit Lapin Blanc
Temporary Control
Hissy Kitty
One-shots
Giving Alastor Kisses
Alastor Giving Kisses
Light It Up
The Radio Demon and The Rockette
Red All Over
Little Valentine
The First💘
Making A Baby
In The Morning, part 3🌹
In The Night💕
An Adoptive Father's Day
A Scary Dream
In The Closet
Drunk In Love🥂
In Mind💕
Coffee ☕
Lovesick Alastor
Dizzy For You
Soft Love
Requested
Breaking
Promise Breaker
Again (R/P)
Kareoke
Dear Friend
Serenata
A Flame In Your Heart
The Taste of Leather
Installing the Disco Ball
Sweet Dangerous Thing
My Little Lamb
His Favorite (R)
Loud Static
New Year Kiss(es)
Thrills And Chirps
As The World Caves In
Attempts-A,A,H
Their Favorite
Coming Apart
Books Worth
Dream Demon Reader
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Alastor List II
Connected Series:
(H) = headcanons, (O) = oneshot,
(S) = short story
(Ss) = short story series
(O) Sweet Dangerous Thing, (H) Alastor X Sweet Reader: Surprise Attacks, (Ss) Giving Alastor Kisses, (Ss) Alastor Giving Kisses, (O) The First, (O) In The Morning part 3🌹, (O) In The Night, +
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captain-clueless · 1 year ago
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Welome to Hellfire || Eddie Munson
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Summary: Y/n has been wanting to join the Hellfire club for awhile but she runs into some trouble... Someone might just come in time to help.
Warnings: Bullying, cursing, Jason
D&D. One of the best fantasy role-playing games of the 1970s and 80's. It was a game that you had played previously with your neighbours until last year anyway, as they decided it was time to pull away from D&D. It had crushed you. You weren't one to get along with many people; you barely had friends at that, but your neighbours always were welcome to you for joining them.
Over time, you had developed your character to a more suitable field to you, and you were just finishing the final edit you would be making of them.
You had a mission you hoped to achieve by the end of the term. To join the 'freakshow' of Hawkins High - Hellfire club, led by no other than Eddie Munson.
When you first joined Hawkins High, you were of course, nervous. You had no friends, no one to hang out with, no one to talk to or sit with at lunch. You had sat at the end of a table and were just about to take your first bite out of your sandwich when someone decided they wanted to share their food with everyone else. You now know that someone as Eddie Munson, whom you had soon heard of, their D&D hellfire club going around.
Every break or lunch, you always raced to sit in the cafeteria to ensure you could sit down at the following table to the Hellfire Club. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversations about campaigns and their characters, yet sometimes you regretted sitting close to them. You want to avoid hearing some of their conversations while eating lunch.
Even so, lunchtime had and always would be the best time. You were tiredly seated in the English classroom, making notes while finishing your character design sheet. You had been watching the clock for half an hour, waiting to hear the heavens say it was lunch.
You could've sworn time went in slow motion for the last 5 minutes. After the excruciating time left, the bell finally rang, and students began piling out of the classroom like a stampede. You put everything away apart from your design as you knew you'd be getting it back out again anyway.
Emerging from the classroom was always the scariest part. A hoard of students? Yeah, no thanks.
You carefully glided across the hallway and into another corridor, which was a lot quieter. You began making your way to the canteen. At least you would have been, but a sudden pull to your back was all you needed to fly on your butt. Your character sheet gripped into your hand - you would not be letting that go.
You hear snickers come from behind you, and your blood runs cold. Jason Carver and his goons. Enemy to you, Eddie and Hellfire. "Well, well, well. Look at what we have here. It's Hellfire's Club's biggest fan." You exhale unsteadily to a breath you didn't know you were holding. You sit there on the ground as they circle you like predators hunting their prey.
They stand before you and look down at you as if you're some kind of filth they've just stepped into. You finally look at Jason with an exhausted look in your eye and stare at him while he and his goons snigger. You try to hide your character sheet behind you, but Jason quickly observes and hastily snatches it.
"Looks like we got ourselves another freak for the show." You quickly try to take it back, but one of his goons quickly pushes you back down on the floor this time though you hit your head on the floor. Fucking Jesus Christ knocking on Hellfire's door. Pain spread through your head like wildfire. The knock made you dizzy and sent a whirl of sickness spiralling in your stomach.
Faint steps could be heard strolling towards you at a unique pace, which stopped right behind you. Long brown hair comes into your view…chains too? Eddie?
"My, my Carver…Didn't know you had a thing for bullying girls now." You sit up slowly and reach for the back of your head instinctively. It wasn't bleeding, at least, but still, it was gonna leave a hefty bruise. A little dumbfounded, you look up at Eddie, yet he looks down at you softly and smiles. Oh.
"Well, aren't we lucky today? Two freaks in the same day."
"You know now that you mention it if you stay long enough, maybe we can show you our 'satanic rituals'. Actually, wait…" Eddie smiles mischievously and walks towards Jason, who scrambles backwards a bit. "As you would be our most honoured guest, you could participate! How does that sound, hm?"
"Shove off Freak. You do anything to me or my guys, and we will destroy you, Munson." Jason pushes the paper into Eddie as well as shoving him back.
Eddie twirls around dramatically and points to Jason, "OH, NO! I'm SO scared. Help me, help me! Quick! I need reinforcements!" Jason sneers and turns around with his goons hot on his tail.
As soon as Jason is gone, Eddie walks over and offers his hand to you, which you nervously take. Are my hands sweaty? He gently helps you up and sorts out a few wild hairs on your head, "You alright, sweetheart?"
"Uh..yeah. Yeah, I'm sorry. Thank you for the help." You look down at the paper Eddie is still holding, which brings his attention to it. Please don't look at it. Please don't look at it.
"This what he was going at you for?" He looks at the drawing, his pupils dilating into focus on it. Goddamn you, Eddie. You awkwardly mess with the bottom of your shirt as he continues to study the piece.
After what felt like a lifetime of waiting, Eddie looks at you with something you haven't seen before. Adoration? "You know, y/n, this isn't the first time I've seen you with this." He glances at the paper and traces the lines, "It's incredible. I wasn't expecting you, no offence, to be into Dungeons and Dragons. You know, the game that promotes satanic worship." He laughs and nudges you with his elbow. Eddie passes the sheet of paper back but doesn't let go, "Well, maybe I'm into that sort of thing," you gleam at Eddie, who still has a cheeky smile.
Suddenly, Eddie flings himself to the floor and grabs at your hands, "Y/n L/n, may I offer you the best opportunity of your lifetime?" You look in panic as everyone stares at the 'freakshow'. "May I have the honour of welcoming you to the Hellfire Club?" Did….Did I hear that correctly? Did he just ask me to join Hellfire….?
Almost instantly, you forget everyone around you as you look at Eddie.
"Yes"
You see every one of the Hellfire club at the table, anxiety gobbling you up whole as Eddie swings his arm around you lazily and slowly guides you over to the table. He slows down a little, feeling you tense under his arm the closer you get, "It's gonna be okay, yeah? Nothing to worry about."
You look at Eddie with nerves running through your veins. You take a deep breath and nod, which Eddie takes as a signal to carry on.
"Everyone!" The whole table cheers at Eddie's arrival, "I would like to introduce you to our newest member of the Hellfire Club. Y/n L/n."
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captain-clueless · 2 years ago
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Writing ship-able couples
Here are some tips for writing relationships your readers can get behind:
1. Give them reasons to click
The two characters must have things in common - a hobby, a philosophy, a background. There has to be some element that connects them.
Your readers will root for relationships in which the characters fit together better than they would with others.
Also, make their traits compatible. Have them share some characteristics or have their strengths and weaknesses be complementary. Is the one hotheaded? Maybe the other keeps their cool well in situations of conflict.
There are endless possibilities. Just make sure there’s a reason these two people like/love each other.
2. Have them be vulnerable in front of each other
Personally, this is the best way to get me to love a couple.
Have them share secrets, open up about their feelings and tell each other things they haven’t told anyone. Have them cry in front of each other and comfort each other.
This can be taken to a whole new level by having them understand the other’s emotions even without speaking and already offer comfort. Keep in mind that this will probably only be possible with long-established couples.
And having them open up is also a great way for them to discover all the things they have in common/love about each other.
3. Build up the tension
I cannot emphasise this enough: DO NOT MAKE YOUR COUPLES GET TOGETHER TOO QUICKLY.
One of the best elements of a romantic subplot (or even main plot) is the tension. Your readers want to see the pining! They want the build-up.
And no, I’m not saying that you should introduce endless, petty obstacles. That can become tedious and appear forced.
Just give your characters time to sort through their feelings. Make them fall in love slowly. Have them be unsure. Insert SOME obstacles/conflicts.
Have them almost kiss a few times. Not all the time. Too many almost-kisses can become frustrating. But you should throw a few in there.
And, if you feel comfortable with it, add some sexual tension. Have them notice each other’s bodies and imagine what they’d like to do to each other (that sounds more explicit than I intended :) )
4. Write a healthy relationship
This could just be me and my rejection of unhealthy romances, but I will not root for abusive relationships.
Have your characters be kind to each other, support each other and truly care for each other.
If your characters are constantly putting each other down, physically/emotionally abusing each other or going against the other’s wishes, they’re not in a healthy relationship.
A great way to write a healthy relationship whilst still maintaining the tension, is to have the conflict in the relationship be external. Instead of having the conflict be due to internal struggles between the two characters, have obstacles enter from outside.
Your readers should want them to be together and for that, they should be good for each other.
5. Have their friends/family see their chemistry
I find it beyond adorable when two characters are still figuring out their feelings for each other, but the fact that they’re perfect for each other is crystal clear to everyone around them.
Have their friends tease them about the relationship. Have family members ask after the them. Have their loved ones conspire to get them to admit their feelings.
If your other characters are rooting for them, your readers will probably do so as well.
Plus, this means that the chemistry between the two characters is so strong that it’s obvious, which is always good for an exciting romance.
That’s all I’ve got for now. If you have any further questions about writing OTPs or any other aspect of writing, feel free to message me or pop me an ask.
Reblog if you found any of this useful. Comment with your own tips. Follow me for similar content.
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captain-clueless · 2 years ago
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Late night project || Draco Malfoy
Draco Malfoy x Female reader Previously written on my wattpad account but I rewrote it This is my first time writing a one-shot on here, any tips would be appreciated <3
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There's nothing better than a Saturday night when you're in your pajamas and enjoying the company of your fellow housemates. At least that's how you had wished to spend it.
You were sat in the Slytherin common room tapping your fingers on the desk lost in thought. It had recently come to your attention that there was a project that Professor Snape had set that was due on Monday morning. Luckily though it wasn't a solo project. In fact you had been paired with the ultimate drama king, who also happened to be your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy.
The both of you had come together in the early morning to prepare your project and still, you were sat working on it. In front of you laid many open books about centaurs, many pages of parchment laid around them from the notes that had been taken.
The day was finally dawning down on you, you were exhausted and it seemed that Draco was too. His eyes looked dull and tired, his mouth formed a slight pout and his hair had been messed up from his hand as he brushed it back in frustration. The notes he was making from the Centaur books were starting to look sloppy and his handwriting getting bigger and bigger.
You had no idea how either of you had managed to get this far in a day, but here you bother were.
Draco leaned back in his chair and smirked as he noticed your gaze on him, "Like what you see?". A small blush of embarrassment covered your cheeks as you snapped yourself from your thoughts.
You look at the Centaurs on the open page that was sat on the desk and hummed in response to his question, "Well, I always have had a thing for centaurs...", you lean forward and trace your fingers along the page while quickly glancing at Draco who seemed to roll his eyes.
He twirls the quill in his fingers before putting it down onto the desk, "I cant believe we've covered half of the topic already, by tomorrow we should have this finished...", He rubs his eyes tiredly and leans his head back on the chair, "What time is it?"
You move your long sleeve out the way to look at your watch.
A fond memory of Hermione slips into your mind as she brought you the watch for your birthday. You didn't think anyone knew it was your birthday. It was only when you entered the great hall were you surrounded by everyone wishing you a happy birthday.
You peer around the common room unaware of how silent it had gotten over the past few hours.
Where's the prefect?
"Drake, It's coming up to 1:30 in the morning. I don't understand how nobody told us to go bed...Have you seen the prefect at all?" Draco peers around the common room much like how you had done and looks back down at the project.
"You can go to bed if you'd like. I still owe you from the other week thanks to Potter." His words come out almost like venom from a snake at the mention of Harry.
You ponder for a moment before eyeing him curiously, "But then tomorrow I'd have to write up all your notes which would take me even longer while you'd be finished sooner...So that doesn't really work unless I stayed here and caught up with your notes currently."
He smiles, looking to the side of him before back at you, but he doesn't respond.
Instead he simply stares at you tiredly before gently holding your hand and moving to crouch in front of you. You follow his other hand with your eyes as he slowly tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. "Go to sleep, I'll catch up on it all for you as you're worried about it," You open your mouth to protest but he stands abruptly, "if you don't go to sleep then I'm going to bed myself and leaving you to do it on your own. Go sleep."
You huff at him and remove yourself from your chair before making your way to a nearby couch. You feel eyes on you as you take the cushions and move them to the end before you lie down, "I'll go sleep but I'm not leaving you on your own down here. Gotta protect you if a monster comes," she laughed to herself quietly, "Night Draco"
"Goodnight"
The top of the Malfoy's ears tint with a faint of red before turning around back to the desk. His heart fluttered as he thought about the girl behind him. He was lucky to have her yet he didn't or couldn't understand why she wanted to be with him, he didn't deserve someone so special. No matter the occasion she would make his days better, she never failed to help him regardless of the issue and yet he felt he hadn't done anything for her. He knew he was tough work, especially when it came down to his nemesis Harry Potter.
He sighed picking up the quill and looking over her papers. It wasn't the best handwriting but he liked it either way.
After sticking his head down for another hour or so, he finally retired from the project for the night. He collected all the papers they had used and put them to one side, moving the unused ones to the other side. The books remained open as they would be starting again when they both had awakened.
Draco walked to where his girlfriend lay and crouched to see her sleeping face. He slowly ran his finger ever so slightly down the side of her face, though it wasn't as warm as he'd hoped.
He carefully pulled the blanket down on her body and gently tucked it around her, followed by a small kiss to her forehead before sitting on the floor and leaning against the couch.
He looked at the large glass window that viewed into the lake and wondered if there would be another time as calm as this.
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captain-clueless · 2 years ago
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Klaus is the absolute most accepting sibling of the Hargreeves and you can’t convince me otherwise. Finds out Ben is falling for a living member of his cult that he doesn’t know the name of? Sure Ben, you can possess me to hang with her. Finds out Allison got married to a guy from the 1960s that he met earlier that day in jail? Gets him out of jail no questions asked. He’s family. Finds out Viktor is in a situationship with a married housewife from the 1960s who he first met while she was aiming a gun at him? He’ll do everything possible to help her and her son. They’re basically family. Finds out Diego is dating a woman who tried to kill them multiple times that he met in an asylum who’s actually another magic kid from 1989? Would do anything for her. Come to family meetings, he says. She’s basically family, now. Finds out Luther is dating another Hargreeves (alternate) who also tried to kill them all at first meeting? Klaus is officiating their wedding! And finally, Five is still mourning his coping mechanism mannequin-wife? That’s rough, pal. All the love.
I love Klaus.
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captain-clueless · 3 years ago
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Cam I get some soft boy quentin with his s/o, the fluffiest fluff you can make, our boy needs some love and a nap😔
Of course, I love this boy. I’m going to do a little scene, if you wanted HC or something specific don’t be afraid to ask in another one. Also, sorry if this is a bit late, I got distracted with No Mans Sky. That game is so much fun!! (≧◡≦) ♡
As always under the cut and tags are: Fluff and kissing, that's about it
Another boring day at school, (Y/n) watched as the teacher in front rattled on about Greek history that they could care less about. Not that Greek mythos was not interesting but rather teachers had the magical ability to sap any potential interest or exciting factors from everything they did. (Y/n) looked over to Quentin who was struggling between trying not to fall asleep and taking notes, the two of them have been dating for at least five months since Nancy rejected him, again. Poor guy, at least he seems happier now with (Y/n). Tearing a corning from their notebook (Y/n) started scribbling out a message for Quentin.
‘Want to come over this evening to Netflix but not chill, like Netflix and cuddles not anxiety, also no sex. I didn’t mean to make it sound like a threat.’
(Y/n) quickly toss the paper at Quentin’s hands and he turns to them shocked before smiling, (Y/n) watch him unfold the paper and scribble his answer with a chuckle under his breath. Unlike (Y/n) barbarian ways he hands them the paper.
‘Sure, if you don’t mind me passing out.’
(Y/n) click their pen continuing the message,
‘Don’t worry, we can have a nap date. Our souls will get to know each other as we pass into the unconsciousness and cuddle, that’s how it works, right?’
Quentin catches the paper this time and smiles at the response, he thought the way (Y/n) responds to things adorable and endearing.
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(Y/n) entered their bedroom with tea and some cookies, “Are you sure you don’t want some tea? Chamomile or anything?” They asked Quentin who was sitting on their bed.
“If I drink chamomile, I will pass out drooling on you.” He replied with a drowsy smile.
“Who said that was a bad thing? Besides you could use the rest.” (Y/n) chortled out.
They placed the mug and cookies on the bedside table before moving to their laptop, Quentin picked the movie today. He was always fond of lighthearted movies, mostly romantic ones. (Y/n) found it sweet, Quentin was always was a bit of a romantic. When (Y/n) introduced him to studio Ghibli it became his new obsession, he wanted to watch all their movies with (Y/n). Quentin’s favourites are ‘Ponyo’ and ‘Howl’s Moving Castle’. Sitting down (Y/n) readies ‘Castle In The Sky’, Quentin already snuggled under their blankets.
“Can I have head scratches?” Quentin looks over to (Y/n) with puppy eyes, he knows they can resist him.
“Of course, come here” Moving the laptop aside (Y/n) pulled Quentin on top of them and rested their head on top of his.
Pressing play Quentin seemed to relax, he was always anxious when Quentin was by himself, but mostly around sleep or when he becomes drowsy. (Y/n) however, seemed to help his anxiety, when they were around Quentin he felt less in danger because he knew (Y/n) would wake him if something happened. While (Y/n) didn’t understand the source of all this anxiety they tried to support Quentin the best they can, and he appreciated it. Quentin wanted to open up and explain everything that happened with him and Freddy but those mental wounds were too fresh, he would try only to end in a panic attack. Quentin was beyond thankful that you were so supportive, in a way he was thankful that things didn’t work out with Nancy because he had (Y/n) now. Quentin became slightly co-dependent on you, he still struggled to sleep and you were the only thing to ease him so he would reserve proper sleep when he was with (Y/n). (Y/n)’s head scratches were his weakness though, any anxiety or insomnia left the moment they gently scratched at his scalp, it was like a light switch.
As the movie played Quentin leaned into the hand in his hair, breathing out pent up anxiety of the day. With his other hand he grabbed theirs and laid a kiss on (Y/n)’s knuckles, they smiled before leaning down to kiss Quentin’s temple.
“Your adorable, you know that?” Quentin turned to look up at (Y/n) and they took the opportunity to kiss him.
“You’re the adorable one, not to mention perfect in every way.” Quentin softly replied on (Y/n)’s lips.
“What do you mean, I annoy you relentlessly.” (Y/n) teased out.
Quentin leaned to properly look at (Y/n), the movie already being forgotten “No seriously, you’ve supported me through everything and didn’t abandon me when things became tough.”
“Quentin.” (Y/n) they started only for him to stop (Y/n) with a kiss.
Quentin was now fully turned around with his hands planted on the bed by (Y/n)’s armpits as he leaned down to gently kiss them. (Y/n) held Quentin’s face before opening their mouth slightly to allow him to deepen the kiss. Quentin eagerly accepted sliding his tongue in tame passion, this was his thanks. The both of them broke to breathe and Quentin lied his face into (Y/n)’s neck, taking in their sweet scent and pressing innocent kisses there.
“I love you.” In a whisper Quentin mutters into (Y/n)'s neck, he tightens his grip around their middle. Quentin wanted to live in this moment forever, the affection and pure love he felt both from himself and (Y/n) was enough to warm his entire body from the core. Quentin snuggled his face deeper.
(Y/n) leaned into his head and one of their hands scratched the back of his scalp, their other arm tightly latched around him. “I love you too, more than you’ll ever know.”
(Y/n) heard grumbles of Quentin wanting to protest but couldn’t, sleep already starting to claim him and their scratches were not helping. (Y/n) lightly laughed at this display, Quentin was just one big snuggle bug. They were convinced that if he could move in with (Y/n) he would just for the cuddles, sweetheart.
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captain-clueless · 3 years ago
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Hi, I just thought of this and I thought it was ridiculously cute and a lil funny. Can I request some hcs for Leon and Quentin getting 'tunneled' by a killer reader, who in reality, just downs or follows them in order to look at the cute/glowy charms they got dangling from their clothes? (I may have a habit of doing that but we don't talk about that, ok? X"D)
LOL, this is cute :D It’s fun seeing what charm combos people have!
Leon and Quentin Tunneled For Their Charms
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Leon: He's feisty all throughout the trial, so it doesn't really surprise him all that much when you decide to focus on him—and him only. It's a little annoying that he can't get his bearings back after being unhooked, but when he notices you carrying him past two or three hooks, he decides to confront you about it.
When he does, he asks why you won't just kill him, because toying so much with him is just cruel. But you laugh to yourself and keep him over your shoulder before putting him down and kneeling by his hip.
You tug on one of the charms on his belt loop, mesmerized by it since you're finally able to see it close up. "This is what that was about? You could have just said so..." he tells you, but you both know that's not true. Once you're satisfied, you let him go free since you gave him such a hard time, but he won't forget it.
You'll find him staring at the charms on your hooks next time.
Quentin: Unlike Leon, he isn't so confident when it comes to escaping you given his past experiences, so it's not difficult to get him to give up. Once he realizes he can't speed through the trial and flee without being noticed, he'll be annoyed and stop trying so hard.
Lucky for you, this means it's easy to grab him out of a locker and sling him over your shoulder and hook him, all in the first couple minutes of the trial. He'll hang there and rolls his eyes, mocking you as you stand in front of him and focus on his charms.
"What's the matter with you, finally got what you wanted?" he taunts, threatening to jump off the hook at any second. Surprisingly, he does, but you slash him down just as quickly as he got back up. "Oh, come on!" For all the choice words, you take one of his charms for yourself before helping him back up and running off to bother somebody else.
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captain-clueless · 3 years ago
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Puppy Obsession
Part I — Part II — Part III — Part IV
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Yandere Leon Kennedy x Police Academy Student Reader
This is in HC format.
The reader is gender neutral.
Content warning: Slight stalking, unnerving behavior, implied breaking and entering.
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— You thought he was kind of a weirdo.
I mean, no one can really blame you. Despite how his eyes had an adorable naïveté to them…
… or how attractive he was,
the staring thing was a bit creepy.
— Ever since the first day at the academy, you could feel his pale blue eyes burning into your head.
Through PT, drills, classroom instructions, the shooting range, even lunch, you could always feel him staring at you.
It was becoming a problem.
A BIG problem.
And it didn’t help that he always found a way to be near you.
Physical training? He’s doing push-ups right next to you.
Drills? You can practically feel him breathing down your neck as you march.
Classroom instructions? He’ll always manage to snag a desk near you.
Shooting range? In the spot next to you.
Lunch? It’s guaranteed he’s at the table behind you.
— The other trainees are definitely well aware of his behavior.
It’s not like he’s subtle, with him staring at you in broad daylight.
Some think it’s just an adorable little puppy crush.
And, on the surface, they aren’t entirely wrong.
It’s just him looking at you with adoration and wanting to be at your side, right?
Maybe he just looks up to you, thinking of you as a role model.
Anytime they catch him staring at you, they’ll usually do a bit of teasing, causing his cheeks to slightly burn.
“Thought you passed your middle school crush phase a while ago, Kennedy.”
There are a handful of trainees that call you lucky, since you’ve gotten the attention of one of the top police academy students.
Not to mention one of the most attractive students, too.
— But some find it just as creepy as you.
Like the guy who happened to catch a glimpse of Leon’s phone lock screen.
It was you.
Walking to your car.
Seemingly unaware of your picture being taken.
That’s kind of a red flag.
There’s also that one female trainee who saw Leon stuff a jacket in his duffel bag.
Right after you said you lost your jacket of that same color…
Others just find it unnerving that he finds time to stare at you for almost the entire day.
One dude joked that he probably finds time to stare at you 24/7.
You did not like that inference.
A lot of pitying looks are thrown your way when Leon’s hovering near you.
It’s nice to know some people have sympathy for you, at least.
— Things go missing a lot.
Pencils for jotting down notes during classroom instructions will mysteriously disappear from your desk.
Gear like your pistol holster won’t be where you last put it after PT.
Even clothing articles from your locker go missing, never to be found again.
You’ve gotten the reputation of “the forgetful cadet” amongst the sergeants because of this.
At first, you thought it was just the other trainees playing a prank.
There’s no way you could lose track of yet another packet of sticky notes.
But then you start to realize just who recovers these items almost every single time.
Leon Scott Kennedy.
After a minute or two of checking around your desk, you’ll feel a tap on your shoulder and see that he’s holding your pencil.
“It rolled off your desk,” he’ll say with that same giddy smile.
Frantically looking around for your holster — and cursing yourself for setting it down “for just a second” — your name will be called, followed by Leon holding up your holster.
“I think this is yours,” he’ll say with a bright expression.
In fact, one time, you remember confronting a trainee who’s notorious for stealing other people’s sticky notes.
“Oh, look,” they said. “Maybe your dog found them.”
You turned around to see Leon holding your pack of sticky notes in his hand, a proud smile on his face.
You’ve gotta be kidding me.
— As stated before, your clothing articles are never to be seen again.
Shirts, jackets, sweatshirts, they all seem to vanish without a trace.
Again, you thought it was just the other trainees playing a prank on you.
But then that female cadet who saw Leon shove a jacket in his bag spoke up.
“I think your culprit is that Kennedy guy.”
At this point, you weren’t surprised.
The thought of him somehow getting into your locker still majorly creeped you out, of course.
And, of course, there was no way you could confirm your suspicions.
All you could do is ask around about your missing clothing items, hoping that they would turn up without having anything to do with Leon.
But your suspicion were only got stronger when you caught him with a familiar looking hoodie under his arm.
— You decided to finally confront him.
“Is that my hoodie?”
Leon’s shoulders slightly tensed at your question. “Huh?”
“I asked if that was my hoodie,” you said.
“Uh, no,” he answered, pushing the hoodie further under his arm. “Wha— why would it be your hoodie?”
“It just looks awfully similar to the one I lost a couple days ago,” you explained with a skeptical tone.
“Well, it isn’t,” he defended. “It’s mine.”
The way he started to get aggressive made you feel slightly uneasy.
“I was just asking,” you clarified, “since clothes from my locker have been disappearing, and—”
He interrupted you. “And you think it’s me?!”
At this point, a small crowd was watching this exchange.
“It just looked like my hoodie,” you professed. “That’s all, man. Sorry for upsetting you.”
You then decided that a hoodie wasn’t worth agitating one of the academy’s top students.
That could get ugly fast.
Before you walked away, though, you caught a glimpse of the guilty expression on Leon’s face.
He looked like a puppy that just tore up a couch.
You bit back your desire to ask him any further questions.
When you got home that evening, you walked into your room to see a mass of clothes on your bed.
You brushed it off as laundry you dumped on your bed that morning.
But then you noticed the jacket you lost a couple weeks ago, the training shirt that mysteriously disappeared when you changed for drills, and — more importantly — the hoodie Leon claimed wasn’t yours.
It all somehow ended up in your room.
You then decided it was time to change your locks.
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captain-clueless · 3 years ago
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Y/N: I can hold the whole world in my hands!
Leon: Really?
Y/N: Yes.
Y/N: *grabs and holds Leon’s face in their hands*
Leon: ...
Leon: *starts crying*
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captain-clueless · 3 years ago
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RE Boys Overprotective of Reader
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Requested by @sunnybarnesflowers
A/N: . . . Oops, I kinda did fics instead of headcannons. If you want me to still do the headcannons, let me know. lol
Leon
"I can do it, Leon," you said with a sigh. "It's just a bus ride from work. I've done it hundreds of times before you and I were even talking."
"I'm sorry, I don't like you taking the bus," Leon said over the phone. "It makes me anxious that you're on there alone and anything could happen."
"I told you to stop watching 'Speed' if it's going to make you like this," you said, chuckling at his exasperated huff.
"You know what I mean and it's not because I keep watching 'Speed.' I keep watching it because Keanu Reeves is an underrated actor and his chemistry with Sandra Bullock is amazing," Leon said. You could just see the smile tugging at his lips as he was starting to ease up on you.
"I will text you at each stop, there's only two, and when I get home, okay?" You said as you boarded the bus, swiping your metro card before taking a seat.
"What if I meet you at the first stop? I can get off work in the next five minutes and meet you there so you don't have to take the full ride," he said.
"Leon, it's okay. I'll be fine. It's just the bus, one of the safest ways to travel," you said, getting a bit irritated that he wouldn't let up. Being protective was one thing, but this was going to a whole new level. "What is up with you? You sound like you've read every horror story about public transit and think it's the devil."
"I just. . . Look, please text me at each stop and when you get home. Please?" He voice was tight, worrying you a bit.
"Le, what's going on?" You asked softly, taking a seat by a window. "You're a protective guy, but this is going overboard, even for you."
"Work," he said. "I can't talk about it. Right now at least, but just please keep me updated."
"How about this," you said, wanting to help ease his mind. "I'll stay on the line with you for the entire ride, it's only half an hour, okay? We don't have to talk, but you'll know I'm okay on the ride."
"Thank you," Leon said with a deep sigh. "Hey, I love you."
"I love you too, dork," you said with a soft giggle.
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Chris
"Who is that?" One of your friends asks, looking over your shoulder.
Not two hours ago you had kissed your boyfriend goodbye for the evening to go pub crawling with your friends that you hadn't seen in years. Time had gotten away from you all, but the planets and stars had aligned to allow you all to meet up at the dingy side of town that had the best places to get cheap drinks and less crowds.
Chris had said he'd be busy with work so it worked out for you two to have separate evening plans. Of course you didn't tell him which bars you were going to, he would have insisted on coming just to be 'present' and that would have killed the mood with you and your friends. You loved him dearly and knew he could be over protective at times, but you just wanted to have some fun with abandonment.
Maybe dance on a table or two while your friends cheered you on or got into mischief, all with a sober driver of course.
But by the time you got to the second bar, you had a strange feeling of being watched. It wasn't enough to freak you out and a quick glance around told you that there wasn't anyone being creepy or lurking so you ignored it. Until your friend had that look of interest and lust, pointing to someone at the bar across the room.
Turning around, you nearly lost it.
"Ignore him," you said curtly, turning back to face your friends, knowing that once you spotted him, Chris would expect you to come over. Icing him out a bit was the least he was owed.
"Why? He's hot as fuck and probably kisses hard," your friend said with a giggle.
"Because he's my soon to be ex-boyfriend if he comes over here," you hissed, earning looks from the table. Never let it be said that your friends weren't good. Once you made it clear who it was and why you were peeved, they took note and ignored him completely.
Your group continued talking, ordering more drinks to spite your silent watcher. Finally unable to hold it any longer, you got up to use the restroom. You were definitely tipsy, swaying a bit as you walked, but not too far gone by any means. Finishing your business, you exited the toilet to find Chris leaning against the opposite wall with his arms crossed over his broad chest. Were you not pissed, both drunk and angry, you would have tried to flirt as a joke.
"Can I help you?" You asked, sighing as you mirrored his position.
"You didn't say you were coming to this side of town," he said.
"Yeah, because I knew you would do this," you said, rolling your eyes. "Go home Chris. I'm out with friends having some fun. We're in a group, we have a sober driver, and we're not getting messy drunk."
"Except you're in the sketchy part of town. You know I hate coming here," he said, standing up straight with his hands on his hips.
"Then why are you here? I don't hate it here, you're making yourself miserable doing this," you hissed. "Go home. I'll message when we're heading back."
"I don't like leaving you here on your own. Too many things could go wrong so easily," he said, eyeing someone who was passing by to use the restroom.
"I'm not on my own! God, I hate it when you do this," you snapped, throwing your hands in the air. "You get over protective and smothering and it pisses me off!"
"You don't want me caring about you then? Is that what this is?" Chris snapped back.
Never let it be said that you and Chris were complete opposites. The similarities brought you together, but also made you two butt heads on occasion. You were both stubborn and didn't back down when you thought you were right. While he was physically imposing, you didn't let it intimidate you one bit. While others might see this giant of a man looking dangerous as you two glared at one another, you knew he would never do anything to hurt you.
"I want to have fun with my friends on my own. We are fine and safe and I don't want you following us around like some stalker/Batman wannabe. I give you your space and trust you, why don't you do the same for me?"
"I trust you, but it's everyone else that I don't," he said.
"Then that's something you have to deal with and not force on me," you said, shaking your head. "I'm going back to my friends now, go home."
Chris was quiet a moment before sighing heavily.
"Fine, but message me if you leave the bar to go to another," he said, relaxing his shoulders a bit. "Please?"
"Of course," you said, patting him on the chest. "I love you, go home you big nerd."
"Love you too," he said with a snort, rolling his eyes before leaning in for a quick kiss. "I'll see you at home."
Another quick kiss and he was gone. Sighing in relief, you watched him leave before going back to your group of friends who had been watching the whole thing.
"Do we need to gang up on him with pool noodles?" A friend asked.
"I would say yes, but he left," you said with a chuckle. "Now, who wants shots?"
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Carlos
"Hey cutie, how's it going?"
You looked up from the book you were reading the back of to see a fairly attractive man smiling at you in the same row of books. It was a later summer afternoon and you were waiting for your boyfriend to get off work so you figured an ice coffee and book browsing as a good way to kill the time. A quick text let him know where you were when he came to meet up with you for dinner.
"Excuse me?" You said, looking at him a little confused. Was he talking to you?
"How's it going?" He asked again, taking a step closer. It wasn't exactly intimidating, he was still almost three feet away and wasn't being too rude. Calling you 'cutie' was weird, but not exactly the worst offense.
"Oh, uh, it's going," you said, giving him a polite smile and nod before looking back at the book you had in your hand.
"You know, the author of that one is coming out with the finale book of the series this fall," he said, inching closer. Again, not that threatening. He kept his arms close to his own body, didn't raise his voice, or even look anywhere else other than your face. Were you not in a relationship you might have been open to the conversation more.
"Oh yeah? Cool," you said, putting the book back to look at another. While he wasn't setting off any alarms, you figured he would get the hint that you didn't want to really talk to him. Short answers that weren't open ended, not keeping eye contact, etc. You could be bad at social cues as well sometimes, so you gave him the benefit of the doubt.
"What kind of coffee is that?" He asked, turning to look at the shelves as he moved closer.
"Um, not sure. I asked for something special with caramel and the barista made it. You could probably ask them and find out," you said with a shrug, taking a step to the side to distance yourself.
"I'll have to do that," he said with a chuckle. "What books do you like?"
"Just. . . Books," you said, getting more irritated than nervous. "I just like reading whatever. I'm just killing time till my boyfriend gets off work." There, maybe he'll understand that.
"Oh yeah? Is he running late or something? You've been here a while," he said, earning a look. You narrowed your eyes at him, ready to throw hands when there was a deep voice clearing their throat behind you.
"No, he's here," Carlos said, standing directly behind you. You didn't have to see his face to know he was pissed. While he wasn't a jealous man, Carlos was protective. He would let you take care of yourself up to a point and right then was that point. "But thanks for the concern."
The guy whipped his head to look at Carlos, realizing how much bigger the other was and decided to cut his loses and run.
"Sorry," the guy mumbled, putting a book back as he nearly fell over himself to get away.
"Good job, probably made him pee himself," you said with a snicker.
"Good, maybe he'll learn some fucking manner," Carlos grumbled, wrapping an arm around you to pull you close for a kiss. "Has he been bothering you for long?"
"Naw, just like five minutes or something," you said with a shrug, giving him a peck on the lips. "I was handling it fine."
"Till he wasn't taking the hint," Carlos said, staying close as he could. He'd seen others flirt with you and watch you shoot them down without a problem, it was when they didn't understand that you didn't want them that he took action and offense. "He said you had been here a while. Fucker was watching you the whole damn time."
"Easy Tiger," you said, patting his chest. "He's a harmless guy that got scared off by a few words and a big guy. Probably not the sharpest tool in the shed, but harmless."
"Doesn't mean I have to like it," Carlos said as you two began to walk towards the front of the store. "I'm gonna let the staff know. That's weird as hell and I don't like it."
"Carlos," you said with a sigh, but knew he wouldn't be talked out of it. Not only was he protective of you, but anyone else who might need it. You loved that quality in him, but sometimes he went too far.
On the way out, he stopped a staff member to let them know about the guy, getting a thanks in return before seeing the workers have a short huddle.
"You just gotta save everyone," you said with a snort.
"Hey, it's my job, baby," he said, giving you a smile as you two headed towards your awaiting dinner.
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captain-clueless · 3 years ago
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i saw the original image and thought. well. time to shitpost
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captain-clueless · 4 years ago
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Organizing is key-
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captain-clueless · 4 years ago
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Yes, I am aware that my comfort characters aren't real and that they can't hug me when I have a breakdown.
But is that gonna stop me from pretending like they can because I can have them say whatever I want in my head because I have their voices and speech patterns memorized?
No.
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captain-clueless · 4 years ago
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Okay so imagine that an injury keeps Wood from playing for a bit and of course he’s heartbroken but then Lee Jordan offers him a chance to be the quidditch commentator until he’s back in the game and Mcgonagall allows it because she has a soft spot for the boy
And then quickly realizes it was a huge mistake. Wood is much worse than Jordan is
“FASTER! FASTER!” Wood screamed into the microphone and Mcgonagall scolded him, insisting that they were not heard of hearing. “HARRY STOP WASTING TIME AND GET THE BLOODY SNITCH”
“Mr. Wood!” Mcgonagall snapped. “Do watch your language or I will be forced to make you sit this out.”
Wood was waving his hands around, crazily, dismissively. “Yes professor-GET AWAY FROM MY PLAYERS FLINT, YOU CHEATING SCUM!”
“MR. WOOD!”
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captain-clueless · 4 years ago
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I'm thoroughly convinced gavin has never been winked at in his life. WHO WINKS WITH BOTH EYES. CMON MAN MACHINE CONNOR WINKED BETTER THAN YOU AND HE CANT EVEN SMILE. GET THIS MAN SOME HUMAN INTERACTION.
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captain-clueless · 4 years ago
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Ah yes. Connor. From detroit.
"You should really slow down. You are speeding"
Connor I'm going two miles over the posted limit.
"You really shouldn't take so much tylenol and cold medicine. Should I call the hospital?"
No connor
I think that one was the one.
"According to my database they have no criminal records but based on dialect and body language I would not reccomend you proceed your relations,"
God damn it connor.
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