#lockscreen thread

[victoriazanaademi]

People I am bored can we start a wallpaper/lockscreen thread?

I'll start

[fazcinatingblog]

I wanted to Trent today but Trent is emergency which is just really unfair

[dollyichi]

YOUR BIGGEST FAN!

pro-hero katsuki bakugou x actress f ! reader ᯓ★ he finds out who the main admin is of his biggest fan page. 1.4k words. fluff / established relationship / not proofread / little smau at the end

spin-off from ‘a little mystery never hurt anybody’ [m—dni]

katsuki never cared about his image at all. nor did he care about what people post about him online. aside from his own beliefs, he only cares about what you think, and if you think he’s ‘fucking cool’ then he’s fucking cool.

he only ever checks social media and posts something that you’re a part of. if he had the chance to have all his platforms with a picture of you both or even just you, he’d do it—but you would scold him and tell him that he should just have a photo of himself. which you had to do instead since he’s stubborn and wouldn’t know what photo would look the best.

well fortunately for you, who has an album of pictures of him whether you took it yourself to gate-keep, from his fan sites, or his modeling / commercial projects just picked one portrait that would match his overall style. not too much, not too zoomed out, but still would exude that cool side that you loved so much.

and the moment you changed his profile you’re already switching to your verified fan account to notify your followers of his new profile photo. multiple notifications spawn at your lockscreen, the tweet already blew up too.

your co-admins don’t even know that it was the ‘dazzling actress y/n’ running the account in the first place, and it was for the better. you always had this account the moment katsuki was in his third year in UA. usually posting threads about how amazing of a hero he is, or his rankings in the recent fan polls such as ‘hottest hero’ or ‘most powerful rookie hero quirks!’ and your favorite, ‘heroes i wanna get in bed with.’ just from that, anyone other than you knowing your identity would be real bad.

pro-hero dynamight always had a loyal fanbase anyway. and you were always the first account they’d come to for any news on him.

when you started dating you had to ask for some help which is why you had some of your followers (who have been supporting your blog for so long too!) to assist you when you couldn’t post as frequently as you used to. it was easy to juggle the fan account while you were starting as an actress, but when you started dating katsuki, manning the page is a big challenge. he’ll definitely find out in no time since personal space was thrown out the window when you became his.

you wanted to keep it a secret since you were still such a big fan and it felt like a waste deleting the account since you worked so hard on it—pouring so much passion on it despite being with the main source. there were even times when you begged your staff to get him to sign your merch, which you happily post on the fan page too, wearing thick gloves because you figured katsuki would recognize you immediately.

sometimes you would slip and mess up. your co-admin posting about katsuki taking a photo of your new digital billboard by the station. and you accidentally quoted the tweet on your fan page that reads ‘he really likes me~’ and you immediately take it down before the viewer count goes up.

it was a very close call, and when someone did ask you about it since some of them had notifications on for your account you just made up an excuse like ‘i mean y/n! sorry it was a typo.’

sometimes you’d get katsuki to look at the fan page when you both have free time. and he only ever likes the tweets when it involved you. like when you’re both spotted on a date, or a quote from an interview of him promoting your own projects.

you begged him to follow and he didn’t really think that much of it. shrugging and pressing the button and going back to indulging himself beside you.

you never really post any updates on the pro-hero that’s related to you though. and when you do find out about it, you had your co-admins to thank. especially for that one video clip of him struggling to take a picture of another billboard you had in the middle of the city.

until one day, the two of you were apart for a bit. he was out on a mission, and it’s sad that he couldn’t spend the first few days of your break with you.

nonetheless, you are currently working with his fan sites near the area for some updates on him at the time. you end up missing him too much when they send you the photos in your direct messages. though, “he looks really good,” you think to yourself. up in the air with that pretty grin of his whenever he wins.

on your fan page you always have that certain ‘watermark’ when you make a post. ending the tweet with ‘admin ⭐️💥’ to indicate that it was you posting.

quickly, you make a new post about his new feat, scheduling to have it posted on the next day.

you didn’t think much of it, just happy that your boyfriend was safe and he could come home earlier to you.

when you wake up, katsuki’s already back home seated on his side of the bed. but what was unusual was for him to be on his phone this early. concerned, you reach out to him, hoping there wasn’t an emergency or anything bad that happened.

then he starts laughing that goofy laugh of his that you love. which gets you to giggle yourself, “what’s so funny?” you give him a kiss on his cheek as a morning greeting. it’s nice waking up to him so happy, until you feel your own face drop in horror on the screen.

it was your tweet, with that exact format that you always used—not on your fan page, but at your own main account with already thousands of engagement. you feel yourself sink in your spot on the bed.

you did it now, you knew you shouldn’t be posting when you’re sleepy. now you fucked up, big time. you don’t even want to know the replies on that post, and you couldn’t even face your boyfriend who’s already crying from laughing so hard.

“you’re such a dumbass no wonder you kept pestering me about this fan account.”

you groan, hiding yourself under the covers. you couldn’t even imagine what’s going to become of you and how your manager’s going to react. it’s not like you could just abandon your following either! “it’s different as a fan!”

you take your phone from the bedside table and delete the tweet immediately. it’s been 30 minutes after you scheduled it, but there’s nothing you could even do to remedy the mistake. not when thousands have already seen your tweet. you don’t even know how to tell your co-admins who probably found out your real identity.

“just kill me!” you say, wrapping the comforter around you which leaves nothing for him anymore. he puts his phone down and wraps an arm on you. “don’t be so fuckin’ embarrassed babe. if it helps i’m your number one fan too.”

you won’t budge, staying still in your self made blanket burrito with a pout. facing away from him and with a huff. you were so embarrassed that your whole body freezes, and your mind goes blank. “hey come on, i’m happy about it!” you hear him say.

you could already feel the scoldings of your manager, you just hope this is mainly good publicity if it resurfaces—because you’re damn sure a lot of your shared fans are going to spread it all over the net.

“don’t fuckin’ ignore me babe! i’m really damn flattered here!” and he’s laughing again. he really couldn’t take it seriously, and you really wish this was just a really bad dream. it’s not like you wanted to keep it a secret forever! but you didn’t think he’d find out this way, bummer.

he pulls you on top of him, kissing all over your pouting face that’s sticking out from the thick comforter. “ah fuck this is so good! i bet when we get married you’re just on your phone posting live updates or some shit.”

you’re never going to hear the end of this. especially not when he digged a little deeper and found your ‘thirst’ postings from years ago. oh well, at least he knows you’ve always loved him. it was honestly such an ego boost learning his girlfriend just ‘as obsessed’ as he is towards you. besides, his page was almost a fan page of you in itself. whatever, you’re gonna laugh it off next week anyway.

at least you’ve given him another new thing that has him head over heels for you again.

bonus!

do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my works

note : aaaaa this was so funny to me idk T^T it’s really stupid

[scampscott]

This girl smelled like a subtly sweet bouquet of flowers. Her demeanor wasn't exactly as inviting as her scent however. Scott leaned back a bit and gestured to her plate, "Ah, that's too bad. For both me and your cousin since you're already eating without him."

Scott picked up the phone she had dropped on the table and handed it back to her, though not before getting a look at her lockscreen. He let out a low whistle. "Fancy."

@rowsandrows-of-roses

Isabela was mid-bite of her pita when a strange man slid into the booth across from her. Her fork lowered and her phone--which she had been scrolling on--clattered to the table. She stiffened at once, eyes narrowing in an uncharacteristically unfriendly expression. It was just a flash before it was replaced by a polite smile.

"No," she lied, because she wasn't about to tell a strange man that she was on her own. "My cousin is on his way."

@scampscott

[outfit]

[casualearthquakepeach]

"I Know She's Not Dating Jake"

as told by Blanca

Blanca hadn’t been outside since the music festival pics dropped. Her walls were papered with printed screencaps from the Bridgerton s3 press tour. Her Pinterest board was titled "Nicola’s Wedding to Luke – Summer 2025."

And every morning, Blanca opened her eyes, stared at the ceiling, and whispered,"I know she’s not dating Jake."

The evidence began to pile up like unpaid bills.

Nicola and Jake, hugging at a music festival.

Blanca waved it off. “She’s short. She was probably falling. He caught her. Like a gentleman. Besides, she hugs all her friends!" She made a blog post titled “Why This Hug Means Nothing.”

Then Malta.

Jake was there. On the boat. Next to Nicola.

Blanca’s fingers trembled over her keyboard. “He’s a friend. A warm-weather friend. Happens all the time. No one vacations alone anymore.”

Some followers were starting to question things, but not Blanca.

"I know she’s not dating Jake." She said assuredly.

Nicola's family and closest friends followed Jake on Instagram. Blanca inhaled. Exhaled. Typed:> “They’re trying to throw us off. Classic PR tactic. Plant the boyfriend. Distract the fans. But we see.”

“I know she’s not dating Jake.”

Then it got worse. They held hands in New York. “She looks scared,” Blanca tweeted. “He’s holding her up. She’s shaking. You can tell.” She posted a 12-part thread decoding Nicola’s microexpressions.

Another event together. Then another. Then another.

“She’s contractually obligated to attend those. And she needed a plus-one. Jake just… loiters.” Blanca made a spreadsheet titled “Events That Don’t Count.”

"I KNOW SHE'S NOT DATING JAKE!"

Papped cuddling outside on a walk home from the pub. “She looks uncomfortable. You can see the tension in her face. She's been crying. She's obviously terrified." Blanca blocked anyone who used the word “boyfriend.”

"She's definitely NOT dating Jake."

Fan spotted them kissing at a pub. “She’s Irish. That’s how they say hello.”

Jake posted intimate photos of Nicola. “She didn’t repost them. Case closed.”

"I know she’s not dating Jake."

Then came the ring. A delicate gold J. “Jewelry means nothing, unless its the Claddagh ring which means she's married to Luke,” Blanca muttered, eyes wide. "J could mean ‘just friends’ Or… Julia Quinn. It’s a literary ring. A statement ring.”

She made an Etsy listing titled "J Is For Julia." No one bought it.

And then. The lockscreen. A fan caught it on camera. Nicola’s phone lit up. Jake. Smiling. Her background.

Blanca screamed. A long, guttural sound that scared her cat and cracked her mug. Then she sat down. Eyes red. Fingers twitching. And posted:> “None of this is real. They’re trying to erase the truth. But I remember. I saw the way she looked at Luke in that one interview. That was love.

Jake is a decoy. A mirage. A plant.

I KNOW she’s NOT dating Jake.”

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

What about me?!

Niko were freaking out.

After 2 decades of working for Asmodeus, sticking close to the man and managing every little detail for the man he could, he knew this had to be a joke.

Surely it was just some elaborate hoax made up by Mammon to get back at Asmodeus right?

Yeah! That was it! No way he'd do something like that, no way! Not after all they've been through.

Not after the countless, sleepless nights he'd worked his ass for fixing some flaw that would ruin Asmodeus' passion projects. Those projects rarely ever turning a profit, but still!

He'd had been doing damage control for the past hour when Asmodeus finally strutted in, in his arms the source of this entire fuck up.

"Ozzie, thank Satan! You won't believe this, people are going off on some shit about you being in love!"

He tried to laugh it off, only to get Ozzie's best fish out of water look.

"Well, uh, Niko, you see, mmmh~ things have changed."

Niko slumped as Ozzie began explaining, man containing a moan as Fizz was attacking his neck with his lips, the Imp staring at the floor as he processed what was happening.

'This was all real?'

As his mind raced, Ozzie and Fizz would be getting all cutesy, fizz nuzzling him as Ozzie giggled, the pair off in their own world.

"O-Ozzie, come on. You can't be serious?"

He asked, Ozzie giggling as Fizz bit his neck.

"L-Look Niko, I get your worried but this is no big deeeeeaaall~"

He turned back to Fizz the the two caught back up in their own little world, Ozzie walking off.

"No big deal?! OZZIE!" Niko called, the Imp rushing after the big man, struggling to keep up. "Ozzie think about this!"

He gasped, finally getting in front of him.

"Ozzie, do you have any idea what this will do to your reputation?" He asked, Ozzie like so many times before had simply snorted, giving him that ole faithful smile, the sort that had once sent shivers down his spine, but now he just saw as him saying 'oh stop worrying' any time he brought an actual problem up with him.

The same he'd had when that initial article about Fizz and Him being more then just simple FBTAWT (Fuck-Buddies-That-Also-Work-Together) but he'd just given him that SAME DAMN LOOK! And as always, Niko had just let it slide.

Well not this time Buster!

With rapidly growing frustration he grit his teeth, the Imp puffing up as he tried to reason with the Sin who he'd dedicated his life to.

"Ozzie, just think about this!!" He vaguely gestured to him and Fizzarolli. "Is this worth everything you've worked for?" He asked, trying to reason with the Sin.

Ozzie just rolled his eyes, telling him shortly. "I hear you Niko and we'll talk later Niko, now I have a relationship to officiate~" He purred, licking up the side of Fizzarollis face before he went to walk past him.

Niko grit his teeth as the sin walked past him, Niko calling out.

"Everything?! Youd give up everything you've built, Ozzie!?" He called out, getting desperate now. "Everything WE'VE built together?! All of it!?!?"

"YES!!!" Ozzie shouted back, the very palace around him shaking, the Sins flames flaring up. "I'd give it all up for Him!"

Niko stood there, peering at the floor, the Imps shoulders slumping.

The Imp stood there, mind rushing with a million thoughts a second.

"Everything. . . ?" He asked softly.

The imp pulled up his phone, his lockscreen probably the best picture he'd ever taken.

It was their first major product launch, Niko still had the bags under his eyes from his almost week long work haul. But he fucking did it, him and Ozzie taking a victory selfie.

He was younger, still green, and giddy as fuck at being so close to Asmodeus.

He can still remember how surreal it had been.

Him, some nobody Imp managed to catch the eye of his Idol, and was working directly for him.

'. . . Everything. . .'

Niko's gaze moved from his phone onto his coat sleeve.

It was a finely made thing, actually being a simpler version of Ozzie's own Lustrous threads, though obviously far smaller.

After a moment he slid it off.

He held that thing like it were unholy.

Asmodeus had gotten it for him when he'd achieved his official 'Number 1 Helper Role' Niko was deathly protective of it, treating the thing like a member of the royal family, never taking it of.

Literally.

Asmodeus actually ended up getting him a second one just so he could interchange them while he washed one.

But now, holding the thing, he felt... Nothing.

"Everything." He spoke, just loud enough to be heard.

Niko, swallowing the lump in his throat, wiped his eyes, perching his lips as he cleared his throat.

"I... I'm sorry sir, but consider this my resignation." He spoke, voice slightly shaken, the Imp placing the coat on the floor.

Looking up at the man he finished, barely keeping his composure.

"Goodbye, O-... Goodbye Sir. And good luck."

With that he walked away, wiping his eyes as he left the building.

"W-Wait! Niko, hold on a second!" Asmodeus called, a sombre realisation crossing the Sins face.

Fizzarolli, seeing Ozzie's reaction, the man freaking out.

The Sin wearing his, 'oh I've really fucked up now' face.

Fizz, not wanting to see his love in such a state sighed.

Leaning in he kissed the Sin on the cheek, telling him simply. "Why dont you go ahead and get the bed ready babe, I'll go talk to him."

He said, zipping out of the man's arms. Ozzie went to argue but Fizz was already at the door before he could say anything.

Fizz didn't really know Niko, like, hed met him, and was something of a second in command to Ozzie, but he'd never really held a conversation with the Imp. Though that's probably more his fault then Niko's.

Stepping outside, Fizz found Niko sat at the bottom of the huge set of stairs that made up the front of the building.

Zipping his way down, he pulled up a seat besides the Imp.

Upon noticing the Former clown pull up besides him Niko quickly wiped his eyes, the man trying to hide the way he was sniffling as he cleared his throat.

There were several seconds of awkward silence before Niko finally spoke.

"What do you want?"

Fizz, a little taken aback by his bluntness, he was usually so calm and friendly, at least when speaking to Ozzie. Damn...

After a moment Fizz chuckled awkwardly.

"I uh, wanted to make sure you were okay?" He more asked then stated.

Niko gave hime a 'WTF' face, looking him up and down.

"Why?" Niko asked bluntly. "Why would you give a shit about me?"

Fizz chuckled, internally asking himself the same question.

"Well honestly, I don't." He hummed, Niko glaring at him. "It's Ozzie that gives a shit."

"HA!" Niko barked, the man laughing to himself. "Yeah, whatever you say."

"Didn't Care?!?!"

Fizz frowned, rolling his eyes, before beginning snidely. "Well, if you'd bother to stick around, you might have seen his reaction. He was pretty torn up by you just up and quitting... Not that you seem to care." He grumbled the last part, looking away from the man.

Fizz froze as a viciously snarl filled the air, the Imp freezing as he looked over to a now very pissed off Niko.

He practically snarled, the Imp standing up, looming over him. "I don't fucking care?!?!?"

"Do you have any idea how hard I've worked for him?!" He growled, standing over Fizzarolli. "Do you have any idea what I fucking do in a day! A single day, just so he can enjoy himself! How many trips I have to make across this accursed Ring to get everything just as he likes it!"

"A job thats only gotten harder sinc YOU came around by the way! Who the fuck need 49 cans of whipped cream at 3 in the Lucifer damned morning!? And I know it's you who ordered it cause Ozzie asks for that shit, in advance!"

He was royally pissed now, Fizzarolli cringing under the Imps scrutiny.

"I've dedicated my life to that fucking man... spent years, Decades! Dedicated to him, helping him! Helping him keep all this!" He gestured to the exorbitant palace that was Asmodeus' main hub, the place Niko had worked at for the past 2 decades. "Up and running, bringing it into the modern age!"

He huffed and puffed for a second before Slumping, the man sitting down again, head in his hands.

"I helped him keep this shit in line. Kept it relevent and up to code, helped him keep his status and influence. All of it..."

Several seconds of awkward silence rang out before Niko piped up with.

"Everything... do you have any idea what it's like to hear someone you dedicated your life too say they'd give up everything you've done for them..." Niko looked at him. "For someone else?"

Fizzarolli stared at him for a minute, really taken aback.

". . . Damn..." he sighed. He had to admit, that really would suck.

Niko actually laughed at that, the Imp wiping his eyes.

"You know, I started in the R&D department, an engineer." He hummed, smiling softly. "I was this scrawny little thing, some self taught nerd that managed to land a job working Asmodeus. I don't know how but, I caught Asmodeus' eye and next thing you know, I'm doing things for him. Working on his special projects, it was incredible."

The Imp spoke warmly, sighing as he rested his head in his hands.

"When he needed something done, he'd come to me. ME! Of all Imps. Trusting me to handle the things nobody else could."

He was smiling now, the Imp shaking his head.

"Ozzie was different back then. More... arrogant." Niko mused, thinking back on those days. "Partying, the man up at all hours. And the fucking 'Spurs of Inspiration' sparking his Brilliant ideas!"

"Next thing I know, I'm his 'Number one Hell-per'." He laughed at that, the sort of laugh that left Fizz feeling like he was missing the joke.

"Sorry, inside joke." Niko chuckled, the Imp glad to see the man annoyed. And admittedly it made Niko feel good.

He had something over the jester.

Niko chuckled, wiping his face. "He was going through one of his fazes... which, admittedly, was what I thought you were in the beginning." Niko finished, giving him the side eye.

Fizz scowled at that, the man glaring right back, the Robo-Imp starting to regret his desicion to come out here.

"But sure enough you stuck around..."

Niko stared at the ground, before sighing.

"And now he loves you."

Fizz stared at the Imp for several moments, neither of them saying anything as Niko sighed, the Imp slumping back and staring into the Lust city smog, lights and the occasional firework filling the sky.

"You know what the worst part is. Really, the worst part of all of this is."

He asked to no one in particular.

". . . I was in Love."

He sounded sombre, the Imp staring calmly into the sky.

"It was a few years into our professional relationship, when i started working directly for him. I fell in love. He was... everything. Everything I could want."

He smiled, a fond little smile as he remembered those days.

"He was sweet and smart, he consumed my thoughts, it took me a long time to realise that it was love. As in, a Loooong time, but sure enough, there I was. In love."

He chuckled, a happy grin crossing his face as he sighed, the man slumping against his knees.

"I told Oz-... Asmodeus. Ya know what he said?"

The man now directing his gaze to the clown, a questioning cock to his brow.

Fizz didn't say anything but Niko continued anyway.

"He told me, 'love is commitment. Dedication. Love is restraint, and the only restraints allowed on Lust are leather'." The Imps smile faded, the Imp pulling his knees to his chest.

But it was a significant he saw the hint of a tear in his eye, that he came to his realisation.

"Holy fuck... You love Ozzie, don't you?"

Biko froze, eyes widening just a hair before he cleared his throat.

"I don't know what your talking about."

It was Fizzarollis turn to laugh, the Clown fiddling with his torn shirt, laying back with a cocktail smile.

"Trust me buddy, I've lived through that bullshit once. You can lie to yourself, but I can see right through that bullshit~"

Niko sat there, tense for several minutes before he sighed, slumping over his knees.

Fizz smiled softly, adjusting his seating, scooting towards the man a little before telling him.

"So what, not like it matters anymore." Niko finished, perhaps a little too salty.

"You should just tell him, you know. You might be surprised."

At that Niko laughed.

He laughed a long, cold laugh, Nikos laugh growing harder and more exhausted.

The Imp slumped back, the man wiping his eyes as he sighed.

". . . You fucking would say that, wouldn't you." He chuckled, the man rubbing his face as he looked at him, Niko giving him a cold stare. "We're not all as lucky as you, ya know.

Fizz drew himself back, shocked, before he scoffed, the Former Clown scoffing.

"Oh, so your one of them, aren't you?"

Niko raised a brow, asking coarsely.

"The fuck does that mean?"

Fizz scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Oh you know, the 'I paid my life savings to you so you owe me your asshole virginity and your first born!' Kinda asshole!" The Imp practically sneered, having far too much of that for one day.

What he didn't expect was for Niko to disappear, only to suddenly be standing over him, hands gripping his ornate collar, a fire in his eyes as he stared down at him.

"How. Fucking. Dare. you!"

He sneered, scowl growing fierce as he slammed the Imp back, Niko standing over him as he gripped his collar tight.

"I served him for years. YEARS!!! I never asked for any more then he was willing to give! And after Decades! NEARLY 20 FUCKING YEARS!!! HE GIVES IT ALL UP FOR WHAT?!"

He was scowling, breathing heavy as he threw him to the floor, the Imp breathing heavy, his eyes stinging as he rubbed a hand to his eyes.

"I dedicated my fucking life to him and who does he choose... some fucking clown..." he finished dejectedly, the Imp stumbled back as he looked away.

"He couldn't even be honest to me..."

The Imp stumbled back, the Imp falling to his ass a few steps besides the former Clown.

"I never asked for more then he could give. I gave him everything I had and more... I never expected praise, or riches. I was happy with what we had... with the connection we shared... Buy if I'd thought for a second. For a FUCKING SECOND! That confessing to him would mean anything, I would have..."

The man looked up at Fizz, tears in his eyes.

"I never expected anything but the truth... and even that was too much..."

The Imp pulled himself together, the man standing up as he rubbed his face, the man furiously wiping the tears from his eyes.

"I'm done, Fizz!" He gasped, breathe coming in quickly and shuddering. "You win! Your the best man!"

The Imp turned, staring out at the city.

"And I'm... Not enough..."

He sighed, slumping forwards, the man utterly dejected.

Fizz took a minute to recover, but fixing his attire, the Imp stood up, reaching out he placed a hand on Nikos shoulder, telling him softly.

"Come inside... We can talk about this." He bagan almost pleading. "Ozzie... he'll understand."

Niko shrugged him off, the man releasing a heavy sigh.

"Maybe... maybe he would."

Niko hummed, before sighing, the Imp rubbing his face, before turned looking at the Imp over his shoulder.

Niko stared at him for several mioment before he wiped eyes, the Imp turning to him, his face stone.

"Maybe he would, but I... I just can't.... I'd rather work a dead end, no lifer jobs then spend another minute working for the man I love..." Niko paused, realising this was the first time he'd ever actually said the words aloud.

"I'd rather work a dead end job with no future then continue working for someone I love, knowing full well I'll never be able to be with them. Knowing I... I lost."

Niko fixed his shirt, the man checking his cufflinks, the small metal pieces another gift from Asmodeus, the man's crest emblazoned on his cufflinks.

With a heavy sigh, he stood up straight, the man peering out at the glistening light lights of the city.

"I'm done Fizzarolli... I concede, not like i have any right too. Tell Ozzie, I'm... Sorry. But I'm done. I... can't take it anymore..."

The man slid the cufflinks from his wrists, the Imp looking up before he sighed, the Imp dropping the pieces of metal to the floor, each hitting the floor with a metallic ting.

"Goodbye. Tell him goodbye for me, won't you?"

He asked softly, glancing at him once more before he turned back, the Imp walking off, the man stepping off of the buildings steps, the man disappearing in the cities glitter and glam.

Fizzarolli sat there for a minute, unsure what to say... what to think.

Catching the glint off of something, the Imp shot his arm out and grabbed the glittering spot.

Bringing it back, he found your cufflink,the gentle insignia of Asmodeus glittering back at him.

Fizzarolli sat there for a long time, staring at that cufflink.

He reflected on how similar the two were.

And in a sad sort of way, he was right.

He did win. And while he felt a pang of sadness for the man, seeing him lose. Even if he wasn't in the running, the man should have at least had an honest chance to tell Ozzie how he felt.

He didn't regret it. He had the man he loved and nothing would change that.

"Good luck Niko..."

He spoke softly, the Imp getting and heading back inside, the man determined not to leave his love alone for a minute longer.

Hey Hey Y'all, sorry for not posting lately.

With this piece I kinda wanted to make an inverse of the creepy dude who stalked Fizzarolli in thr latest episode, with the man's feelings more genuine, yet it kinda being muddled, but hey, let me know what ya think. Was Niko an asshole? Was Ozzie the ass? Is Fizz a damn good character? (Spoiler: He is.)

But yeah, hope you enjoy it, and I'll try and put more content out there. Bye Bye.

[aya-keating]

Get the phone. Check the messages. Put the phone back. 

It felt simple enough, right? Aya and Juno had been working on this since the day they met with Dax. Dax had left all of her questions unanswered and Aya wasn’t the type to just accept things.��

The bass of the music resonated within the confines of the young woman’s body. The quake inside of her was unsettling to her. This isn’t anxiety… it’s the music… it’s a fucking party, she kept reminding herself as she zigzagged through the dancing bodies with Juno leading the way. Her sweaty hand was secured in the hand of her friend. She felt like she was going to vomit, but she would make it through this. The VIP room was in sight now, she could see some of the familiar faces: Milo, Luka, Paolo, Jace, fucking Dax… and Lotus. Her heart dropped when she caught the eye of her friend. She felt like she was betraying Lotus in some way. But this was a hard situation. She pushed that guilt to the pit of her stomach and flashed the group a dazzling smile. 

The banter, the laughter, the moving bodies as they shuffled onto the dance floor. She gave Milo a congratulatory hug; it was a little tight, but Milo wouldn’t notice, and she needed some of his calm for this next step. She made sure all of the girls left. Juno had a job to do…and so did she. Aya smiled at one of Dax’s guys who gripped her arm, trying to lead her to the dance floor with him. “Later,” she lied, motioning to Milo. “I promised him a dance first.”  He bobbed his head as he danced towards the first girl he could grab. He was disgusting, too. 

Aya slipped behind the curtain, her stomach knotting. She hated letting Juno be alone with the creep. Get the phone. Check the messages. Put the phone back. She reminded herself. The curtain began to sway and soon Juno’s hand revealed itself with the phone in her grasp. Aya quickly grabbed it, holding it to her chest as she fled the VIP area, trying to conceal the phone from sight. Be cool, don’t look paranoid, she thought to herself as she swayed in between the dancing people, trying to keep from knocking into someone. 

“Aya! Aya! Over here!” someone yelled towards her, but she kept going. Down the hall, through the door, into the girl’s bathroom, into the big stall. She locked the door, her heart hammering wildly against her chest. She felt like she was going to throw up any moment now. 

With sweaty hands, she tapped the screen to reveal the lockscreen. FACE ID attempted to connect. Fuck, fuck, fuck!! “No, no, no,” she sobbed, trying to keep it together. How long did she have? A minute? Two minutes? Five tops? “Breathe, Aya,” she whispered to herself, requesting to use the passcode with a trembling finger. The keypad spread across the screen. She thought long and hard for a moment. She didn’t want to lock herself out of the phone before she even got in it. 

“Don't overthink it,” she thought, closing her eyes for a minute to try and silence the chaos in her head. “Don’t overthink it.” 

Her thumb slid across the keypad typing in the following: 010902. So the scum had a heart. His daughter’s birthday. The guilt of excluding Lotus with this devious plan tried to attack her thoughts, but she pushed them away. She didn’t have the time to have a guilty conscience right now. She went straight to messages and typed in Claire’s name to retrieve the thread. No contacts with the name populated. But messages began flooding the screen of conversations about her sister. She wanted to read every fucking lie, but again, no time. Now, Aya typed in her sister’s number to see if it would pull up the thread. Again, nothing. Did he erase all contact with her? Aya’s heart began racing, panic was setting in. Was this all for nothing? Had Juno put herself in the lion’s den for no fucking reason? 

A sob escaped Aya’s mouth and her breath was labored. The door to the bathroom opened and laughter was heard on the other side of the stall. Aya froze in silence until the girls abandoned the room. Aya was about to give up but something told her to check the voicemails. There was a list of recordings. She bypassed the ones with names and looked at the numbers. She found one from a number ending in 4875—the same as Claire’s number and the timestamp was March 7th, the day before the story hit the media about Dax. 

Aya pressed play and pulled the phone to her ear. The slurred voice of her sister flooded the speaker and Aya had to clasp her hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t sob. She needed to hear every word her sister had to say: 

It’s me, Dax. Claire. I know what you did. I saw you. I saw you with her. You hurt her. You took advantage of her. Forced yourself on her. You asshole. I thought I was special? You said I was…you said that’s why you had to have me…because you couldn’t wait… you needed to feel me… you liar! I’m nothing to you… I’m nothing… just another body. Another trophy of yours. How many of us are there? I hate you. I hate you so fucking much. I’m going to tell. I’m going to tell everyone what you did, what you are! You won’t get away with this. Do you hear me? I’m going to destroy you, Dax Holloway. 

Claire’s voice faded and sobs could be heard on the other end of the speaker before the call ended. Her sister was crying and this made Aya cry too. Dax had assaulted her sister. Where the hell was Claire at? Did she leak the story about Dax?  Aya’s heart was hammering so loudly now. She didn’t even realize she was crying as she walked out of the bathroom, the phone openly in her hand now. It felt like she was in a fog. Her sister’s voice echoed in her head. “I’m going to tell—I thought I was special—Another body… a trophy.” 

“Are you okay?” someone asked, it was girl, maybe. Aya moved back to the VIP area. She walked up to the couch where Juno and Dax were joined at the mouth. She laid his phone down, trying her damned hardest to stay composed, even though her makeup was smeared across her face. “Juno,” she said sternly. Dax didn’t react, he kept groping her friend, thrusting his tongue down her throat. “Get the fuck off her!” Aya screamed, her heart racing, she felt like she would throw the organ up. 

The music went silent in the club, the lights turned on, cops descended upon the area, a detective holding a warrant. Juno jumped off the couch and ran to Aya, holding onto her friend as the officers came into the VIP room, talking to Dax… he was being read his Miranda rights. Aya walked away from the scene, her head still in a haze. Juno was right behind her, grabbing her hand to turn her around. 

“What did you find out?” 

Aya shook her head sadly. “He raped her,” she sobbed, her hand on her stomach. “I think he fucking raped my sister… I don’t know where she is. But she threatened him. She said she was going to tell… Oh, God, Juno… what if he hurt her?” Juno’s arms were tightly around Aya’s trembling body; Aya hugged her, realizing Juno was trembling too. Aya couldn’t imagine how hard her exchange with Dax had just been on her. Aya held her friend tightly, trying to heal her. Her own fears could wait until later. Suddenly, Aya caught the eye of Lotus, staring at the scene behind them. Her heart ached for Lotus, too. 

[eightmakesonebraincell]

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carmen berzatto x reader | 700 words | based on this absolutely adorable request from my love @thecapricunt1616 | no warnings really, just a little cute one

You hummed under your breath as you took a large bowl from the cabinet, placing it on the counter before taking the bag of popcorn from the microwave. Once you had the popcorn in the bowl you took it to the living room, placing the bowl on the table before heading back to the kitchen. Checking your phone, you smiled as you always did when you looked at your wallpaper. It was a picture of you and Carmy pulling stupid faces for the camera, your arms around each other. You always told him it was a privilege to be your lockscreen after a couple of weeks, not just anyone could hold that position. 

Taking two beers from the fridge, you brought them out to the living room and smiling as your phone buzzed in your pocket. You checked, finding a new message from Carmy to let you know he was around the corner. You went to the front door, lightly tapping your fingers on the wall while you scrolled through instagram.  

When the knock on the door came, you tucked your phone back into your pocket before opening the door and smiling as you saw your boyfriend standing on the other side.

“Welcome back,” You grinned, stepping aside. “it's only been..eight hours?”

“About that, yeah.” Carm smiled as he walked, giving you a kiss before you closed the door. 

“Everything is ready,” You gestured to the living room, taking Carmy's hand and leading him over. “I couldn't decide what to watch so I threw on an old Simpsons episode. Hope you don't mind?”

“Not at all,” Carm grinned, unzipping his jacket and draping it over the couch as you sat down. “Sounds great.”

“Perfect,” You smiled, leaning forward to pick up one of the beers and handing it to Carm before standing up. “Be right back, make yourself comfortable.”

You went into your bedroom, walking over to your bed and reaching under your pillow. You pulled out a small bundle of what were essentially rags, before heading back out to the couch. 

“Budge up,” You smiled, sitting down beside Carmy and relaxing against him, his arm draping around you as you sat up on the couch.

You both laughed at the same jokes you always laughed at, you ate popcorn handfuls at a time and drank cool beer.

As you were relaxing, you subconsciously picked at a little bundle at the end of the worn out material in your hands, plucking the knots and gently stroking it. You were lightly brushing it against your cheek when you felt Carm's eyes on you, looking up at him with a raised brow.

“Something wrong?” You asked, touching your cheek.

“No, nothing,” Carmy smiled, gesturing to the material in your hands. “I was just thinking, if you want me to cut off that ball of thread for you I can. I can see how it would be bothersome for you.”

“What, this?” You frowned, holding up said ball of thread. “you can't be serious?”

You got up from the couch, looking at Carm and holding the material out.

“I'm going to pretend you didn't say that. Because I know you didn't just call blankie ‘bothersome.’ Because this,” You shook the material in his face. “Is thingie. And this,” You gestured to the worn out strings of thread hanging off the end of a faded strip of fabric. “he is the original blankie, thingie is his friend. Just his friend. And thingie knows he’s only here because of blankie, so respect blankie, got it?”

“Got it,” Carmy nodded, watching as you slowly sat back down on the couch. “Message received.”

“Good,” You murmured, letting out a soft sigh. You smiled a little when Carm gently pulled you in for a cuddle, his hand stroking your hair.

“I'm sorry for my disrespect,” He murmured softly. “I know he's important to you.”

“It's okay,” You sighed, closing your eyes and clutching blankie to your chest and enjoying the feeling of Carmy's arms around you. “I know it's a little..unusual but I've had him for so long it would feel wrong to just get rid of him.”

“Will that courtesy extend to me one day?” Carmy asked, and you could feel the smile in his voice.

“It remains to be seen,” You smiled, opening your eyes and turning to look up at Carm. “But there's a very strong chance, as,long as you stay away from the scissors.”

[anatomic-girl]

Chapter 3 (Sparks) of The Regret List is up! Crowley and Aziraphale speak (well, text) for the first time in decades. It’s complicated and prickly and full of potential. Excerpt:

Aziraphale recognized the photo, taken by one of the assistant librarians during a reading on Ada Lovelace Day two years ago. Had the library sent this? Had he missed a memo? But no, they would’ve sent it to his work address. They certainly wouldn’t have given him a lockscreen photo of his own face!

Putting the mobile down, he scooped up the outer packaging and dumped it sideways. A folded sheet of paper fluttered out.

You only have a fucking landline? Seriously? Tell me you haven’t gone Amish or summat.

Look. Dunno if you’re in like a recovery program or what this challenge thing is, but if it’s NOT a bs church thing, text me. I already started a thread for us. Passcode for the mobile is 123456. Change it. Don’t be stupid.

If this IS a church thing, leave me the fuck alone. Not interested.

AJC

Aziraphale’s hands trembled so hard he could barely read the words on the page. The sheen of tears in his eyes didn’t help. Nor did the impressively messy scrawl that he hadn’t needed to decipher in thirty-five years. Anthony!

It had been three weeks since he sent the apology letter. Long enough for Aziraphale to fret anxiously, jumping at every ring of his landline or knock at his door. Long enough to hope that the delay meant that Anthony was crafting his reply carefully. Long enough to lose hope and resign himself to the truth that the man didn’t regret the dissolution of their friendship.

And now this. A mobile, for heaven’s sake. Aziraphale grinned. He should have remembered Anthony’s penchant for grand gestures.

He should wait, should plan, but he couldn’t help himself. Shaking fingers typed in the generic passcode. It only took a few seconds to find the green Messages app. A photo waited for him there, a long-fingered hand held loosely on top of a page of Aziraphale’s own writing. Underneath the photo was the message, ‘just in case you thought maybe my assistant (there’s only one) was pranking you. believe me, she’s too thick to come up with sth so creative.’

The noise that came out of Aziraphale’s mouth was half laugh, half sob. He typed out the words he’d wanted to say for decades.

***** Continue reading on ao3!

Fic notes: human AU, religious deconstruction, old friends, starting over late in life, rated E.

[divine-knight-hand]

I was stalking perusing the lovely Foxherder’s masterlist (not tagging bestie because I’m mildly embarrassed) when one of their songfics reminded me of my ever-returning obsession with The Greatest Showman.

I remember specifically around the first time I saw it, I was obsessed with Zac Effron’s character to the point where I had this photo as my lockscreen for a while:

And it wasn’t even that I had a crush on him (despite what my family thought, lmaooo!), it was that I admired him so much in the sense that wanted to be him.

I wanted to be the charismatic, slightly snarky, rich successful, and respected ringmaster’s assistant, who ends up with the circus and the beautiful, talented woman at the end of the story. Except I didn’t know that last part cuz I was still closeted at the time… 💀

Emphasis on the ringmaster part, too, though because look at those threads! Goddamn, I would kill to wear something like that! Middle school me was foaming at the mouth hoping for the chance to exude that kind of aura 😫

I think if someone would’ve given my preteen self a top hat, she would’ve cried 🤣

Men like this were making me question my gender identity all the time, I swear 😭

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what apps do u use for ur smau?

first of all, i'm an android user 🙏🏻 !! idk what apps there are for ios, but you can search on tw and surely you'll get threads with recommendations.

i use twinote for twitter (it has EVERYTHING, there's so much freedom for you to just do anything). it has the profile creator, you can make as many accounts as you want and even organize them in folders, it has a dm option and a timeline. it's just the best fake twitter for android.

ugly bird app for the character's profiles. this one looks really good and has a lot of options, but it doesn't allow you to put the private symbol, so for the side accounts i use twinote too, although they don't look as good.

iFake for the chats. you can make chats for MANY different apps, it also has the lockscreen notification option which almost any app you want, i love using that. here i make the instagram stories too !! although you can't add text so i do that on instagram aside.

and lastly, funsta for instagram posts and profiles. i think there's no good app for fake instagram, but this one's the better one.

[hoonqyus]

random facts about jikyu that i find really cute pt. 2 <3

1) junkyu used to be jihoon's homescreen. teumes found out abt it on one tmap episode. yedam posted the original photo on junkyu's birthday (2020) and it became everyone's lockscreen, kyu jokingly "blamed" jihoon for making it a "trend" in the fandom.

2) jihoon supporting junkyu's love for shinchan. he gave the shinchan keyrings he got to junkyu and asked a fan where he can find the shinchan biscuit w freebies since it suits junkyu's taste.

3) "who is jihoon's jagiya??" 1. kim doyoung 2. kim junkyu 3. so junghwan 4. teume jihoon's answer: 4>2>3>1

4) junkyu voted for jihoon as a promising entertainer during ygtb

5) jihoon rooting for junkyu as the member he wants to make it to treasure 7 (ygtb)

6) this is the day jihoon hugged junkyu the hardest in his life 😆 popping balloons during free time!

7) just junkyu in jihoon's weverse moments 😆 he loves to tease junkyu pls 😂

8) on mspotlight, junkyu said that jihoon and him have a business relationship while jihoon said him and kyu are like black and white and water and fire 😂

9) idk but jihoon said junkyu and him have a fun relationship they don't know 🙂

10) the iconic 10.18.22 jikyu wv interaction 😭

junkyu: posts a pic of him w a caption "teume, i miss you."

jihoon: "what about me?" 🐨: "let’s stop seeing each other" 🐶: "락나쭙쭙 😘" (i love you, mwa mwa 🇹🇭) 🐨: "락나쭙쭙~~~ 🥰🥰🥰😝" 🐶: ???

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What's your phone wallpaper: Saruhiko Fushimi on lockscreen, Sephiroth on homescreen~

Currently reading: My own drafts xD

Last movie: We went to watch Guardians of the Galaxy vol.3 last week! Not my genre but I liked it~

What are you wearing: My favorite blue fluffy hoodie, Cyno t-shirt, and the first pair of comfy black trousers I could find in the pile.

Piercings /Tattoos: One stud on my left lobe. Four tattoos (only two of them are fully finished). I got my 4th one today~

Glasses /Contacts or both?: Neither but I've been contemplating glasses as a fashion choice.

Last thing you ate: A kinder milk slice. I'm addicted~

Favorite color(s): Midnight blue for accent, black for base, white/silver for details.

Current Obsession: So many RP threads...

Do you have a crush?: Hard to tell, but I feel happy when we talk. It's enough for me.

Favorite fictional character?: I want to say Saruhiko Fushimi (K Project) has owned my heart the longest (six years now?), even if as of late he's more in the backburner. He's the one I never forget about~

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