#the little girl can redeem herself

[jek11]

Lego Monkie Kid Top Tier Chart: except im being brutally honest

🏆S: you gave it your all- Lady bone demon.

🥇A: your given potential led to your position- Posessed wukong, Mei, Mayor.

🥈B: you had potential, but your a fucking pussy- Nezha, Macaque, (Samadhi fire) Mei.

🥉C: you’re only here cause you’re hot- Spider queen, princess iron fan, Syntax.

💎D: you spend more time on talking than fighting/you’re annoying as shit- sun wukong, red son.

💰E: You’re pretty useless/very little potential- little girl, mk.

🪙F: just throw the whole damn character away/below useless- Tang.

[januaryembrs]

YOU'RE ALL I EVER WANTED | Spencer Reid x Prentiss!Reader [bonus chapter]

Description: The one where you realise you like Spencer.

Length: 6.2k

Warnings: mention of when Penelope got shot, but other than that not much. Mentions of sex + body count though there is NO judgement OR SHAMING. Bugsy could be Bisexual/attracted to women if you choose to read it that way, but you don't have to!

authors note: this little bonus chapter is set the week before Emily 'dies' so right before the final second of Chapter Two. Or you can just read this if you'd like to see two morons dancing around their love for one another. Since I’m uploading today, I realised you needed to read part of this for the next big chapter so that is going to take an extra day or so but it is coming! I hope this satiates the bugspence cravings!!

‘You’re the one, you’re all I ever wanted,

I think I’ll regret this,’

It was warm considering it was one of the last days of Winter, one of the warmest Virginia had in years.

Caseload had been ramped up with the amount of children out on the streets with their friends where any nefarious hands could simply snatch them, or young adults got drunk, or worse, in preparation for Spring Break, their inhibitions lowered to zero making them prime prey. And yet, on a random Saturday at the end of February, the sun peeked out from the dishwater grey clouds, the wind died down, and their phones stayed quiet with the promise of a real day off. 

And how better to spend a day away from their office than to meet their co-workers in the park for a game of soccer. 

“Morgan, quit marking me,” Bugsy yelled, dribbling the ball down the small field they’d commandeered as a pitch, four water bottles stood upright on either end as goal points. But Derek’s laugh was menacing, and she heard his footsteps pounding behind her, advancing on her as if they were kids in a playground, and before long he had swooped in front of her, despite her hand waving out in his direction to shove him away.

Emily was about to call her out for contact, not that she expected her little sister to give a shit, but Derek was too fast for even her where she sat on the side lines with Penelope. The ball went careering away from her, Morgan’s quick feet keeping it under much better control than she’d been able to, even with her hot on his heels, and before long he was shooting to where Aaron stood as goalie, just about rolling it past Hotch’s muscled legs into their goal. 

Derek whooped, Will jogged over from the other end of the pitch to fist bump his team mate as the younger woman huffed, her college jumper and shorts clinging to her sweaty body. 

“Sucks to suck, baby Prentiss,” Morgan jeered, shoving her shoulder lightheartedly when she glared at him, “Guess you owe me that drink, which I will be redeeming at the next convenience-” 

“It’s easy to win when you’re two hundred pounds of muscle and your opponent is a girl who hasn’t done sport since high school,” She snapped, her expression grumpy as she fingered the hem of her fleecy top. Derek chuckled, Will returning to sit with JJ as Henry climbed over her legs wanting to play with her long strands of honey blonde hair. He shoulder bumped the girl, hoping to perk up her mood, but she shoved him back as hard as she could, not that it did much since she’d said herself she was sort of out of shape compared to his rock hard abs. 

“Oh, come on now, Bug, don’t be like that,” He said, unphased when she damn near threw her whole body against his, trying to even knock him in the slightest off his feet, her face screwed up in annoyance. “Bugsy.” Derek tried again, only for her to ignore him and try even harder. He didn’t so much as flinch, “Bugsy, you’re being unreasonable,”

She huffed, drawing away from him and glancing at him with a scathing glare. “Okay, terminator, you won this time but I swear one day I’m going to make you pay for taking advantage of such a fragile little woman like me,” 

Emily scoffed, handing her sister a water bottle, “Didn’t you take down an unsub alone yesterday? I mean you didn’t even have cuffs until Spencer showed up-”

“Oh, whose side are you on?” Bugsy snarled, downing a gulp of water and walking back over to where Spencer and JJ were relaxing on a picnic blanket, the former laying on his back with a book spread open using only one of his spindle-like hands. 

“Good game?” He mused, trying to hide his smirk when she groaned in response, throwing herself down on the grass beside him. She wrestled her sweater over her head which left her in a band tee, her chest still rising with panting breaths as she lay down to his right, glaring at the clear sky. 

“Remind me to never play him in sport ever again. The man is a Spartan Warrior,” She huffed, barely glimpsing to where JJ chuckled at her defeated expression. 

“Did you know that the Spartans were actually banned from the Olympics for some time for violating the peace treaty between Sparta and Athens? But one of their athletes entered a chariot race pretending to represent Thebes, a city above Athens in Boeotia, and only when he won did he announce his true identity,” Spencer asked, his nose still buried in his book like he was reciting the very same information off the page. Bugsy’s lips quirked in interest. 

“That’s pretty cool,” She murmured, head flicking over to him where he glanced back at her, finally ripping his attention away from his novel. She blinked at him, his ‘boy band’ hair as so affectionately named by their unit chief, swooping over his forehead with a few soft, chocolate curls that she moved to fix almost immediately. 

She missed the way his eyes rounded in puppy love as she did so, a camouflaged smile twitching at his lips, an onset reaction of the butterflies that swarmed his chest. 

“I like your hair like this,” She said, even though she’d told him a dozen times already his new hair was dashing, as she’d put it, “It makes your eyes look really pretty,” 

He cleared his throat, his cheeks heating up because he couldn’t handle his reactions when she was so forward, “Really? I always thought they were the colour of dirt,” 

Her mouth dropped open, and she shuffled up onto her elbows so they were similar heights, “Spencer Reid, you take that back right now,” 

“Wow, the government name. I must be in trouble,” He mused, gaze falling to the grass beneath them, dropping his book into his lap even though he felt her annoyance poking holes in his skull.

“They are not the colour of dirt, I’ve never heard something so ridiculous,” She scoffed, nudging him with the back of her hand in a soft chide and he snickered, looking back up to where she was staring him straight in the muddy hues of his very plain hazel eyes. “They’re like, they’re like-” She tried to come up with an answer, squinting in the soft sunlight that turned the brown shades into liquid honey running off a spoon, her face  leaning towards his to catch a closer look at the exact pigment of them, “They’re like looking up at a forest on a Summer’s morning, you know? Like when you can see every single one of the leaves because of the light,” 

He nodded wordlessly, because no one had ever said something quite so poetic about any part of him before. He fought the urge to look away, wasn’t sure he could even if he tried because for a second they were both in a trance, dissecting the other’s gaze like they were imprinting their colour palettes to memory. 

“Buggy!” Her head whipped away from him as the blonde headed child came running over to her as fast as his chubby little legs would carry him. He launched himself at her stomach, and her hands quickly caught him before he could wind her, his cheeks rosy behind his bumble bee pacifier. She giggled as he slid down her side, his knees staining with grass as he reached muddy hands out for her face. 

“Woah, not so fast mister. Who knows where these grubby little paws have been,” She teased, and he laughed behind the plastic sucker, his bluebell eyes a near match of JJ’s blinking over at her. 

Spencer watched her and his godson with besotted eyes, imagining for a split second what she might be like as a mother, if she ever chose to be. He knew she would be soft and yet not lose one drop of the Bugsy playfulness he cherished, just instead parting everything that made her extraordinary onto a mini her. 

He saw it, like a flicker of a dream, like deja vu, a girl with her hair, her skin, her smile; the one that was impish and guilty like she had a secret, giggling behind a ladybug dummy the way Henry was doing when she forced his dirty hands together to clap; “Clap your hands if you smell like fairy farts- Henry!” 

The child laughed harder, so hard his pacifier dropped out his mouth with a little dribble, his milk teeth pearly with and tiny in the sun. His chest seized with giggles, his face turning pink as he panted to catch his breath, “You’re so silly, Buggy,”  

JJ swooped in to grab his dummy, giving his hands a quick once over with a baby wipe and packing the sucker back into his bag. Henry’s gaze quickly slid up his mother’s arm to where she lingered over his pack, and he was eager to make himself comfortable leaning against Bugsy’s stomach, legs stretching out onto the blankets, his shoes brushing against Spencer’s trouser leg. 

“Juice, mama!” He shouted, his little voice sweet knowing just how to wrap everyone around his pinky finger, “Juice and Bi’kits!”

“What do we say, Henry?” Will reminded gently, holding the Ben 10 satchel open while his partner rooted around the bottom of it with a loving smile. 

“Please, juice and bi’kits,” The boy replied politely, his feet knocking together out of excitement when JJ produced two red pouches and animal shaped cookies. Stepping over where Spence lay sprawled out, watching Bugsy idly stroking over the back of his godson’s white blonde curls, JJ handed the two of them a drink and snack each, Bugsy’s eyes flying up to the woman in interest. 

“For me?” She asked dumbly, wondering if she was to give the second helping to the boy once he’d finished his first or if it really was hers.

JJ shrugged, moving back over to sit beside Will where he wrapped a lazy arm around her waist, squeezing her gently, “I always pack extra for the other kids,” 

Bug’s face flattened into something unamused as Henry handed Spencer his juice pouch for him to push the straw in, “I’m twenty six, I’m not a kid,” She grouched, ripping open the packet of biscuits and shoving a lion in her mouth, “God, whoever invented these animal shaped pals is genius. Like, why does everything taste so much better when it looks like a monkey smiling up at me?” 

The three of them chuckled at her, Emily and Penelope starting up a new game of soccer with Hotch and Derek, David reffing from the sideline. Penelope was ofcourse with Morgan, looking a little pale where she stood in goal, as Emily ran at her in full force with the ball skipping between her feet.

Spence handed the drink back to the boy, picking his book back up as the two of them crunched on their goodies happily. 

“Story time, Uncle Spencer,” Henry demanded, pointing to the copy of War and Peace in between bites of a zebra cookie. 

And instead of telling his godson that he would almost certainly hate the complex, adult writing of Leo Tolstoy, Spencer smiled down at him, feeling Bugsy’s eyes roving over his face.

“Yeah, storytime, Uncle Spencer,” She jeered, her elbow getting dirty where it dug into the grass as she rolled onto her side to watch him properly, “Never too early to teach the kids about French invasions,” 

Flicking her a smirk, he cleared his throat theatrically, and pretended to read from his book, “Charlotte’s Web by E. B. White,” 

“That’s a real magic book you got there, Spence,” The woman snickered, and he smiled into the pages, not daring himself to look at the devilish look she had on her face. 

“Chapter One; Before Breakfast,” Spencer ‘read’ clearly, his memory still clear as a bell when his mother had read it to him when he was five, “‘Where’s papa going with that axe?’ said Fern to her mother as they were setting the table for breakfast,” 

Bugsy felt Henry’s head slump against her hip, the boy slurping on his juice pouch happily as she punctured a hole in her own carton to take a sip, the two of them listening intently to Spencer recounting the children’s book to a scary degree of accuracy. 

His slender arms looked good with his sleeves rolled to his elbow, she thought offhandedly, his right elbow taking the brunt of his weight as he leaned on it, the other flicking through the Tolstoy novel as if it were the real thing, his long fingers splayed out on the back of the book to keep it open. His eyes kept darting up over the top of the page to see if they were both still listening, which they were, though Bugsy suspected Henry was starting to get tired as his head felt heavy against her skin. 

Propping her head on her hand, her eyes scanned over the profile of his face. She’d always known he was attractive, ever since she opened her dorm room door at John Hopkins and saw him and Morgan waiting for her. Her stomach twisted thinking about how long ago that seemed, that she couldn’t remember quite what her world had centred around when it had just been her at college; her mother and father were distant as ever, her sister was a stranger that had all but raised her, boys were just a passing face if she ever let them through her door. She’d had her books and maybe two friends, acquaintances would probably be the better term, and her coffee. And that seemed to have been enough, or at least it was enough that she couldn’t outright complain about how lonely she felt.  

And then she met Spencer. And that feeling had disapparated entirely.

Her heart swelled when she looked at him, recounting the beginning of chapter two by now, his forest hues glancing up at Henry’s sleepy, round eyes that watched him in interest. She thought for a moment that whoever his kid was going to be was going to be the luckiest boy in the world. She let herself imagine a boy Henry’s age already devouring books twice his reading age, one with wild, almond curls he’d let grow around his neck like JJ did with Henry’s. She imagined how he would sit him on his lap and let him read the books for himself, so that if he got stuck his dad would be right there to help him behind a proud smile. Spencer; a father. She realised how out of field the thought was before she shook it out of her head, though it had planted itself right in her hypothalamus the second she’d seen the vision of it. 

A small smile twitched at her lips, a warmth in the pit of her stomach flickering as she sipped the juice, giggling when Spencer changed his tone slightly so Henry knew someone new was speaking, seemingly enjoying the book almost as much as his audience was. His eyes snapped to her when he heard her, a devious little smile creeping up his lips like they shared the same thought. She wished she could do this every day, lay on picnic blankets and listen to him read, his voice was heavenly, and she thought she might never get tired of hearing him tell her things. 

Every part of her was consumed when she thought of him like this. It had happened once or twice, like when she’d driven him home from the doctors after they’d cleared his MRI’s, when she’d held his head in her lap on his couch and stroked his scalp, a cold compress over his eyes because his head writhed with a pain he couldn’t squash out. When she’d heard his soft snores as he finally dropped off to sleep and she allowed herself to look at his resting face, perhaps even more angelic than usual, a small indent right between his brows where his expression had been scrunched in discomfort for weeks, one she smoothed over with the soft pad of her thumb. She’d felt something then, like her whole body was full to the brim of him, her chest spasming with a feeling like she was coming down with a cold but one that made her feel good, but she’d brushed it off as seeing him vulnerable and soft compared to the quick as a whip FBI agent she was used to these days. She’d do just about anything for him, anything to make him feel better, anything to just make him happy.

Or when they’d eat breakfast together at his desk, her chair rolled up beside his as they sat together, taking it in turns to do crossword puzzles together because they realised they got competitive when they were allowed to answer all of them at the same time, and Bugsy did not like losing. There had been one morning when they’d descended into madness because they were both trying to write the answers as fast as possible, their hands smashing together over the boxes, her hand shoving his lithe body away as he had called her a cheater through red cheeked laughter. Rossi had confiscated the paper when things had gotten too physical and she’d pulled the lever beneath his chair, lowering his seat quick enough he nearly slipped right out. His coffee spilled all over his desk as his arm flew out to grab his desk, and the sight alone made her laugh so hard she almost peed. He’d pretended to be annoyed at her for all of two minutes as they cleaned up the mess together, but he too had found himself laughing hard enough he was almost in tears because she could barely get two words out without creasing over and holding her stomach in aching barks of noise, the two of them leaning against one another for support. She thought then, if she had breakfast with him every day, whether it be with quizzes or coffee or even a plain bowl of oatmeal, she’d wake up every day happy. 

And she thought it then, her heart swelling fat enough to burst as he looked up at her over the top of the leather binding again. Even in the split second he did so her skin had turned to gooseflesh, like he’d grabbed her at her soul and squeezed her whole being affectionately. And it was like she remembered every time he’d made her feel like that, times she thought of it as the fact a girl who received little to no attention growing up was of course going to revel under the gaze of an attractive man with a heart sweeter than cotton candy, it was just psychology. One big Freudian-slip of nonsense. At least that was what she shoved it off as. 

But looking at him, his hands big enough to grab her face whole, his body long and lithe as he spread out on the blanket, his hair falling so delicately, his tone soft and pandering to the little boy who was dropping off to sleep against her stomach. His whole essence was so Spencer it made her feel at home, like this was what she was created to do, feeling so fulfilled sat with him sipping on a juice pouch as he read to her she could die tomorrow and feel accomplished for only twenty six years. 

She knew in her gut that wasn’t what friends felt for each other; the thought creeping up her spine and over her shoulder like a virus that seized her brain as its own, her expression unwavering as she watched him with adoring eyes. 

She knew it was wrong, but with him she felt worth something. She felt complete. Like she had everything she ever needed, everything she’d ever wanted on the nights loneliness had snuck in and she’d felt like no one would ever understand how the muddied water of her mind worked. 

But he did. He always had. 

And it was like she heard a screech in a track record as it came to a stop, her head working overtime with the thought of it. 

She bit her lip in guilt, as he continued reading, hoping she wouldn’t ever ruin whatever it was that she’d felt, because she might not ever be able to forgive herself if she did. 

–

“It’s over one and below a hundred, and that’s all you’re getting,” Bugsy said with a teasing smile, her fingers resting on the rim of a very sweet Cosmo, as Penelope and Derek sat opposite them, Spencer to her right with a beer on one of the few times she’d ever seen him drink. But it had been a good day, and what would be the harm in topping off the day with a cold beverage, “Besides, it doesn’t matter anyway, it’s not like they meant much,” 

“We know it doesn’t matter, baby Prentiss, we’re just being nosey,” Derek chimed, his fingers wrapped around his own bottle of beer, courtesy of Bugsy which she had paid for with a grumble, a tipsy glint in his dark eyes. 

It was just the four of them this evening. Will and JJ had taken a sleeping Henry home so they could spend some rare time together seeing as their son was entirely knocked out. Hotch had taken Emily home after David had given her a red card for trying to tackle both Aaron and Derek multiple times during their game, because apparently competitiveness ran in the family. He had tried to gently remind her Aaron was also on her team, but had received a glare that would make any agent cower, and Hotch had suggested maybe it would be best if they got her home rather than fill her with alcohol. 

Rossi had excused himself home after hearing the colourful things the oldest Prentiss woman called him in Italian, likely contemplating if she meant any of the threats she was making. 

“Any guy would be lucky to make it to your magic number, honey bee,” Penelope added, her pastel painted lipstick making a cute rim on the straw to her own Margarita, “Or girl! Any girl would be too,”

Bugsy shied away at that, blanking for perhaps the first time because the whole topic of her romantic endeavours was suddenly embarrassing when Spencer was sat right beside her. She had spoken to them before about her college days, and had never once made an effort to hide the fact she knew she had a charm about her that meant she usually could take someone home if she wanted them. 

So why was it suddenly so difficult to admit in front of Spencer? She knew why, she knew why every single one of them suddenly felt miniscule in the grand scheme of things because they hadn’t meant much to her, not when he was sitting boring holes into the side of her head with an unusually tight expression. 

“What does it matter if there were girls, none of them really meant much,” She brushed them off, her face heating up when she finally looked at Spencer, his long fingers picking at the label on his beer with a tight lipped smile.

“We’re just teasing, Bug, there’s nothing wrong with any number you could give us. Besides, I guarantee mine is higher than yours,” Derek reassured, squeezing her wrist gently, his eyes sliding to where Spencer seemed to be trying to avoid all eye contact like he wanted the seat to swallow him whole, “Same with you, Kid, there’s no judgement at this table, we’re all human,” 

“I bet you were a real ladies man by that third doctorate,” Bugsy teased, nudging his shoulder with her own because she hated when he went quiet. 

He looked at her like he was expecting her to be cruel, except she didn’t look it, not one bit, instead she seemed a little skittish, no doubt from having the spotlight on her. “What makes you say that?” 

She bristled, “I mean, come on, Spence, you’re very good looking, you’re the smartest person I know, you’re funny and there’s like not a single bad bone in your entire body,” She said, becoming increasingly aware of the weight of her words the more she spoke. But it was like the cocktail had loosened her lips, had made it seem entirely normal to essentially tell him how lucky a girl would be to date him, how she had thought about all the reasons she would find him a worthy sexual partner. She watched him blush, granting her a flustered smile, and she looked to Penelope desperately for help, “Pen, would you tell him?”

“She has a point, Reid. You are the full package,” Penelope conceded, her smile illuminating the whole bar as she reached over to hold both their hands in hers, “It’s a shame you’re both strongly planted in the friend zone otherwise the four of us could have really been something beautiful,” 

They all chuckled, Bugsy shaking her head and leaning against Spencer’s side when he seemed to ease up, just to remind him she had meant no harm by what she said. In fact, she’d meant entirely the opposite.  

She felt his hand lean under the table to squeeze her knee, because he knew what she was thinking, and she felt herself relax at the feel of his touch. 

“Alright, here’s a question; winner gets a free shot on the next round. What was your worst date?” Morgan poked, noticing how the two youngest agents seemed to scooch towards one another almost as if they hadn’t realised, as if they were working off their own orbit, until they were pressed right up against one another, their elbows brushing against one another, “Doesn’t have to be sexual, could just be bad table manners,” 

“I haven’t really been on a date before,” Spencer tried to weasel his way out of the question, Bugsy’s head whipping to him in surprise, “There was that one time I met that girl Austin for coffee, but that was pretty great,”

She bit her cheek in annoyance. She’d forgotten about Austin, the bartender that she’d told Spencer to go after, because she was so sure that a good looking doctor like him deserved someone kind and attractive like Austin had been. She remembered how she’d seen her ocean blue eyes roving over her friend, how at the time it hadn’t meant much to her, because she couldn’t really blame her for thinking he was hot, how now it stirred something in her tummy that she feared felt like jealousy. 

She dared herself to stop the bombarding thoughts of what ‘pretty great’ entailed exactly, and busied her face by looking to Morgan for his turn. 

“My man,” Derek said with a wicked grin on his face, watching Spencer cower away from the attention though there was something guiltily proud in the smirk that grew on his face that said Spencer was somewhat pleased with his answer. In the scheme of things, he’d gotten lucky, pun intended. The only woman to ever say yes to a date with him had been sweet, even if he’d quickly made it clear he wasn’t looking for anything more with her, and even then she’d been understanding. 

“Your turn, Morgan,” Bugsy reminded, trying to be as cool as possible despite the fact her stomach felt flipped upside down at the sound of a woman she hadn’t thought about in two whole years. She didn’t know what had gotten her so territorial in a matter of seconds, but she hated every moment of it. 

“Well, I’m sure you’ll be pleased to know ladies, that someone has in fact put Derek Morgan in his place before,” Derek said, with a clap of his hands, and Bugsy and Penelope shared an amused eye roll. 

“Who knows how big your ego might be if this goddess among women hadn’t acted when she did,” Bugsy drawled, Penelope giggling into her lime wedge as Derek laid a hand on his chest in faux hurt. 

“I’m telling you, I’m a changed man. I tasted my own medicine, Sugar, and it was bitter,” He said melodramatically, and even Spencer shook his head with a laugh, because Derek was a diva when he’d had a few to drink. “We go out to a lovely restaurant, I pay ofcourse, being the gentleman I am, and then we decide to go for some drinks after to round the evening off,”

“Any girl's dream come true,” Penelope jumped in, giggling when Derek wrapped an arm around her shoulder, like they were on a date themselves. 

“That was exactly my thoughts, babygirl.” Derek flirted, taking a swig of his beer, “Anyway, I maybe have a little too much of the good stuff, nothing particularly worrying. We’re laughing, we’re vibing, and then we go back to my place,” 

“Here we go, the real good stuff,” Bugsy chimed in, nudging Spencer with her elbow as the two of them snickered like tweedle dum and tweedle dee. “Fifty Shades of Morgan,”

“Pipe down, lover girl,”  Derek barked through laughter, Penelope barely making it through a sip of her own drink without smiling, “So as I was saying, I’m feeling a little worse for wear, she’s a little drunk too, so we move past it, and then we get to my room,”

“Bow chick a wow wow,” Bugsy sang teasingly, to which Spencer chuckled and taking a sip of his own drink. 

“Well, you would think, honey bee, since I am known to the women for my experiences in bed, some may call electric,” Derek slurred, holding her hand gently over the table to which she laughed even harder. 

“Huh, I must have missed that email,” She teased back, taking a long final sip of the dregs of her drink. 

“You wound me,” He replied, shaking his head, and turning to look at Penelope seriously, like he was sat in a confession booth, “So anyway, we’re in my room, about to get jiggy with it, only when I take my boxers off I find my soldier is sort of-” He paused, swallowing and looking at Spencer’s red face where he was trying desperately not to break, “You know. Unable to stand to attention,” 

Bugsy spat her drink across the table, the action alone making Penelope laugh so hard tears sprang to her eyes, the younger girl coughing as she choked on her drink, and Spencer patted her on the back until she reclaimed some composure. 

“Oh, god,” She gasped, her hand thumping her chest as she tried desperately to get a hold of herself in between the loud cries of glee and winding herself, “Derek-”

“Hey, laugh it up, Bug, it worked out alright in the end. Our second date really was electric,” He replied with a smug smile, as the girl finally caught a breath, her lash line watering with tears as she grabbed for some napkins on the table to clear up her mess. 

“If you say so,” She said, her voice croaking as Spencer offered her a sip of his drink to wash her throat out. She took a small mouthful of beer, handing the bottle back to him with a grateful smile, and she tried no to think about the fact that germ wise, they had essentially just kissed. 

“Your turn,” Spencer said, something amused in his eyes as she looked at him somewhat betrayed, “What’s been your worst date?” 

She sighed, wiping beneath her eyes with her sleeve, “If you must know, and because I really do want that shot,”  She started, clearing her throat one final time, “I was seeing this guy in New York over Spring break, Sean something,” 

“Sean something?” Derek asked, “You didn’t know his last name?” 

She shrugged, fighting the urge to crawl into a small ball of embarrassment because surely what Morgan said had set the bar for judgement high, “We didn’t exactly do much talking when we saw each other,” 

Spencer hid his frustration in a fake smile, though one look at his furrowed brow would have given him away instantly. Luckily, they had their eyes on her long enough they didn’t catch a glimpse of his expression. It wasn’t that he would ever think less of her for being with someone else, who wouldn’t want her, but hearing about it made his inside boil with jealousy he didn’t even know he would have ever felt. 

“Anyway. I felt like a change of scenery and my mother was bothering me for a lunch date since she was in New York for the month, so I took him and two of his friends out to Italy for a long weekend,” She went on, ripping up a napkin for something to do while she spoke, and she felt Penelope staring at her agog. 

“You took a casual fling to Italy for a change of scenery?” The bubbly woman asked, her mouth dropped in shock, “Can I sleep with you?” 

Derek laughed, and Spencer went bright red when he jumped to ask the same question though he knew it was entirely coarse. Maybe it was the beer loosening his tongue, or maybe it was the fact he wondered what the two of them sitting in a sunny vineyard like a rich old couple would look like, he wasn’t sure. 

“Play your cards right, Princess,” Bugsy teased, clearing her throat to continue, “Anyway. We’re there for two days and the final evening Sean and I get into a bit of a disagreement over something dumb; I think him and his friends were being too loud and we were getting complaints. Anyway, we kiss and make up for the evening, we go out to a club. We go back to the hotel, get jiggy with it as you put it, and when I woke up the next day, the bastard had taken the bag with all our boarding passes and came back to America with his friends without even waking me up.”

Their mouths fell open, Spencer’s brows shooting into his hairline in worry, “That sounds awful, Bug,”

She shrugged again, messing with the pile of ripped up paper she’d created, “It’s nothing. I spoke the language so I got by okay, and luckily I kept all my cash in my purse so I hitched a ride to the airport and got on the next plane, except the only available one landed me in California so I had to wait for a transfer over to Baltimore. By the time I got back, his roommate said he was with some other girl,”

“What an asshole,” Derek said, shaking his head as he said so, but Bugsy raised her shoulders again. 

“I really know how to pick them,” She said, swirling her lime piece around the bottom of her glass, “Anyway, the hotel staff felt bad for me and gave me a free bottle of Pinot Noir on them so it didn’t work out all bad,” 

Sensing it was somewhat of a sticky subject, Penelope jumped in with her usual wit, “As much as I would love to give you the shot, buttercup, this gal took a bullet on her last bad date so I will be collecting that prize if it’s all the same to you,” She said, her bubbly attitude quickly throwing metaphorical glitter over the subject, collecting Bugsy's empty glass and her own together as her and Morgan moved to shuffle out of the table for another round. 

Bugsy’s eyes widened, “What?” She stopped, and she looked at Spencer to see if they were playing some sort of joke on her only to see him unsurprised, “What!?” 

“I’ll tell you about it some other time, sweet cheeks. Right now I have a tequila, salt and lime with my name written all over it,” Penelope chirped, waltzing up to the bar with her muscle two paces behind her as he drew out his wallet to put down for the next round of drinks. 

“Well, I suddenly feel like an asshole for complaining about being left in a nice hotel alone,” Bugsy said, her head resting on her hand as she looked over at Spencer who ran his finger over the emerald green bottle. 

He snorted, “Tell me about it, I said that my last date went wonderfully,” 

They met eyes in the dark lowlights of the bar and shared an amused grin, like they knew it was cynical for them to laugh except they really did feel like morons for complaining about how bad they had it when Penelope had all but joked about her situation. 

“I am sorry that happened to you, though,” Spencer said, his hand creeping over the leather seat to where hers sat on her thigh, “That must have been really scary. Why didn’t you call Emily?” 

Bugsy’s face tensed, “We weren’t really speaking then, and I knew if I told her or my mother I’d get the same lecture about being irresponsible and careless. I think I thought I’d rather do it alone,” 

Spencer pouted, braving enough to move his hand up to take hers in his own. Maybe it was the second bottle of low percent beer, or maybe it was because she’d flickered with something genuinely saddened when she’d said it, and Spencer thought that in every  instance of her story she’d had little to no one to turn to for help.

She had been alone, and the thought of it crushed him. 

He grabbed her hand, her head snapping to him and praying she didn’t find pity there because she hated that. Except she just saw him, those mossy eyes looking rounder and more lovely than ever when she regarded him. 

“You don’t have to feel alone ever again, you know that right?” He asked earnestly, giving her fingers a little squeeze, and she felt her tummy do that stupid turn all over again. It was like she had an upset stomach except that was a complete antonym of what it was, like her stomach was so unbelievably overjoyed that she could barely even hold it together without wanting to ask him what it was he had done to suddenly turn her into some sort of feral creature for every little movement he made. 

Except there wasn’t just one thing, it was everything about him. Everything. 

She smiled at him, more bashful than she had ever felt for him, and against her own instincts she slipped her fingers in between his own so they had their every digit laced together, and it was suddenly so much bigger than two friends chatting in a bar. 

She knew it then, felt it realer than ever, like a stop sign slapping her clean across the face and shattering every bone in her skull. 

She just hoped she wouldn’t regret it. 

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[roseworth]

hi. here are my top 5 favorite comic moments ever (sort of in order, they can all be switched around sometimes depending on my mood)

"the son has not surpassed the father" (batman #645)

i cant even put into words what i like about this scene because everything about it makes me insane. its just so beautifully written and fits so well thematically and shows so much about how bruce is feeling without explicitly saying anything. so fucking good

2. "maybe he did. but my little girl is still dead." (batgirl #19)

fucking. fuck. again this moment just shows so much about how cass feels without saying it explicitly. theres a flashback to the man she murdered right after this because she sees herself in the murderer and doesnt believe she can be redeemed. itsfuck ignf. yeah. maybe he changed but she's still dead

3. "i owe you no explanations. i took the only compassionate option." (titans #12)

hoooooooly shit. i get chills every time i think about this im serious. adeline was suffering and about to die and kory killed her. kory saw herself in the suffering of someone else and KILLED HER. hard as fuck. i will refrain from going on a whole tangent about this but i feel like writers sometimes have the Good Guys kill someone and it doesnt really feel right, but this does it so well because it makes sense within the story AND for kory's character. she was right

4. "the last two bullets are for us" (green arrow #32)

this was so fucked up. can i call this a power couple moment. dinah has so much fucking kidnapping & torture trauma then she finds ollie after he was kidnapped & tortured and she goes dw babe we're gonna kill ourselves later. HELLO. i need to chew on them

5. "for all the times i will never forget. for all the things i can never forgive" (gotham city sirens #21)

everyone drop what youre doing and read gotham city sirens #20-21 right now. or read til the end of the book. gcs is mostly just an okay book but it fucking nails the ending. but this moment in particular makes me lose my mind because harley shows exactly how competent she is and gets into joker's cell in arkham with a gun when she thinks about how he hurt her. then the second she sees him she joins him again. its the ideal pre-breakup harley writing to me and this issue (this entire arc tbh) changed me

in conclusion i love my picture books 💞💞 i think more people should post their fav comic moments too because i wanna see everyone else's plsssss

also im putting honorable mentions under the cut:

"its not them" (blackest night: titans #3)

"i still dream of krypton" (supergirl woman of tomorrow #8)

"to the microscopic beings alive on his skin, this child is the entire universe" (poison ivy #6) (basically this entire issue is my favorite but i had to choose one page)

[lxkeee]

⋆.˚ . FLY ME TO THE MOON ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚.

—PART FOUR

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Archangel Raphael! Fem! Reader

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Notes: finally, a divorced man meets a divorced woman.

PART ONE | PART THREE | PART FIVE | MISC.

Nothing too interesting happened for the last couple of months, work on earth, do paperwork in heaven, repeat.

Scratch that, something did happen.

[Y/n] looked at her hand, seeing the gold band that was usually on her ring finger was now placed on her middle finger. A symbol of individuality and responsibility. She and Azrael finally got divorced—for shits and giggles. Just kidding. Azrael found love that's why and he and [y/n] it was time to end this marriage of theirs and remain friends. Azrael is now dating this cute principality angel named Francis. She supports them. She even set them up lmao.

They still continue doing their usual routine of spending their free time in each other's places (more on spending time at her home) and gossip.

She has to find her own love someday. [Y/n] sighs softly. Eyes staring outside her office window.

Today is the extermination day. She hopes Adam fucks up during it.

It was rather boring for the rest of the day. She was just flying around heaven and seeing if the order was maintained. [Y/n]'s eyes widened when she saw Emily showing someone around heaven. Someone familiar.

That's right! She saw this snake man during the meeting when Charlie was showing about Angel's progress.

He looks different though.

Her eyes widened, realization dawning upon her.

He got redeemed.

Blinking her eyes, eyes sparkling in excitement.

She calms herself down first, she needs to confirm it.

Flying next to Emily, the girl slightly jumps in surprise to see [y/n]. Despite the woman being one of god's seven virtues, Emily sees her as an older sister figure.

“Hi [y/n]! Nice to see you here, it has been awhile since I've last seen you!” Emily says excitedly, eyes sparkling and wings flapping from excitement from seeing the older woman. The man beside her just looked in confusion.

“Hello Emi, dear. I just so happen to have some free time so I was just flying around. Is this a new soul you're showing around?” [y/n] asked, smiling softly at the girl and the girl squealed.

“Yes! Actually, this man right here. Was a sinner and got redeemed! Isn't that amazing!” Emily says and [y/n]'s eyes widened and smiled, smirking a bit before returning it to a genuine smile. The confused snake just staring back and forth between the two girls.

“Really? Now, isn't that surprising. This... This changes everything.” [y/n] says with a whisper before turning to look at the redeemed soul.

“Tell me, mister. What is your name? As one of the seven virtues, I would like to know the name of the first sinner ever to be redeemed.” [y/n] says curtly and bows at him gracefully.

“I am Sssir Pentiousss... It is a pleassure to meet you... Misss?” Sir Pentious greeted, though a little awkward but cute.

“Greetings Sir Pentious, I am Raphael. An archangel and one of God's seven virtues. But you can call me [y/n].” [y/n] says with a small smile, offering her hand for a handshake which Sir Pentious accepted.

[Y/n] looked at her watch that's on her wrist, pretended to look worried. “As much as I want to stay and chat. I have somewhere else to be. Emily, Sir Pentious. It was nice seeing you two.” [y/n] says frantically, although just pretending.

Emily nodded and tried to calm the panicking archangel, “It's alright Miss [y/n], we can catch up later.” she says and [y/n] smiles and places a gentle kiss on the girl's forehead.

“Alright, have fun. And Sir Pentious?” [y/n] calls out to the man and he looks at her with confusion. “Welcome to heaven, I hope you'll enjoy your stay.” she says and quickly waves goodbye and flies away.

A meeting was then held with the seven virtues, they discussed what they should do next now that Charlotte Morningstar's hotel has worked. They agreed to put Sera on a trial but won't punish her severely like Lucifer.

“Adam's dead?” Camuel asked, shocked and [y/n] nodded.

“Apparently. Based on the exorcists' reports. Manz gone.” [y/n] says with a shrug and a lazy smirk.

“Finally!” Azrael laughs, the others just smirking.

“Good riddance.” Michael says calmly though a slight smirk on his face.

“What's our next course of action?” Gabriel asked, crossing her arms.

“Since this hotel the Morningstars are offering seems to work then there's only one thing we can do next.” Uriel says, sighing.

“Can't believe it actually worked. I guess we were wrong on how we treated Lucifer.” Camuel says and the others just shrug and sigh.

“We support this. We'll have to make sure this hotel keeps on working.” Jophiel says.

“[y/n].” Michael calls out and [y/n] can already tell where this is going.

“No.” she deadpans and Michael deadpans at her in return.

“What do you mean no? I haven't even asked yet.” Michael deadpans, Azrael chuckling beside [y/n].

“I just have a feeling I won't like it.” [y/n] says with a frown on her face.

“Too bad, you're doing it anyways. I want you to go down there and make sure to keep track of the hotel's progress.” Michael says sternly making [y/n] whine, she drops her head onto the circular table they were all sitting in. Groaning.

“More work? I don't wanna.” she says with a groan. Gabriel laughs.

“This can be an opportunity to get closure with you know who?” Uriel says with a chuckle.

“The fuck is closure? I don't need it.” [y/n] says, rolling her eyes.

“I think this is your chance [n/n]. I heard he's divorced lmao.” Jophiel cackles, [y/n] groaning once more.

“You two are going to be matching or twinsies!” Azrael teases making [y/n] glare at him playfully.

“Jokes aside. You need this [y/n]. Get some closure. We want you to be happy for once and I don't think we can handle more years of you feeling guilty for being so cold during the last time you saw him.” Camuel says softly, giving the girl a thumbs up.

“I better get extra day offs for this.” [y/n] says with a groan.

“Deal.” Michael says and [y/n] sighs.

It was a few weeks after the extermination that was targeted at the hotel. The hotel has been rebuilt and now looks even better than before. Charlie is happy that she and her friends managed to stop the extermination. There are some new sinners who wanted to give redemption a try so now the hotel is now bustling slightly. Her dad moved in and has a room of his own and helps her manage the hotel.

Currently, the crew are in the lobby just talking. It was already late in the evening and the other guests are now sleeping. Angel, Lucifer, and Husk were at the bar area. Niffty was cleaning, Vaggie and Alastor were on the couch.

Knock, knock, knock.

Loud knocks were heard on the front door of the hotel.

“New guests perhaps?” Alastor says with a grin, Charlie grins excitedly. A new soul wanting to try redemption.

The others just watched the girl walked towards the door, curious who was behind it.

Charlie took a deep breath, preparing herself to greet the new guest.

Opening the door, it was someone she did not expect.

A tall woman (almost the same height as Alastor) was standing by the door, a serious look on her face. What caught her attention was the amount of authority and power emitting from her and... The golden halo on her head and the small angel wings behind her head.

“Good evening Charlotte Morningstar, I came as a messenger from heaven.” the angel says with a grin.

Lucifer's body went pale as he heard that oh so familiar voice.

“[y/n]...” Lucifer murmurs in disbelief, seeing his supposed best friend now in front of the door.

“It has been awhile, Lucifer.” [y/n] says softly, eyes still emotionless. She's actually just dissociating so her eyes are like that, she can't control it okay. She has a serious case of lazy eyes.

“Ooohh drama...” Angel Dust whispers to Husk.

Suddenly an angelic spear was pointed at her throat, she did not flinch nor was afraid. She merely used her finger to move it away.

“What are you doing here?” the gray haired girl asked, glaring at her. [Y/n] just looked down on her with a smile on her face.

“I am just here to deliver a message. The seven virtues would like to support this hotel!” She says with a grin, Lucifer looked at her suspiciously.

Why wouldn't he? The seven virtues didn't listen to him before. So why now?

“Why now? Why did the seven decide to support this hotel just now?” Lucifer glares.

[Y/n] clapped her hands, Lucifer's eyes landing on the wedding band on her middle finger. It's no longer in her ring finger.

Alastor noticed the way the king of hell looked at the newly appeared angel with so much longing in his eyes. Interesting... Alastor grins.

“First and foremost, heaven apologizes for the yearly cleansing. It was a decision Sera, the high seraphim decided without informing us. We do not condone her actions and she would be faced in a trial.” [y/n] says nonchalantly, putting her hands on her pocket.

Lucifer flinches, he didn't know the decision was Sera's alone.

“Secondly, the hotel works.” [y/n] says with a grin.

This made the others look at her with confusion.

“A certain serpent sinner was redeemed. Ironic as the first one to doom humanity was a serpent and the first one to give humanity hope for redemption is also a serpent.” [y/n] laughs softly, Lucifer's eye twitched.

[Y/n]'s words sparked even more confusion with the others.

“Serpent?” Angel Dust asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“Someone who goes by Sir Pentious is now in heaven. Based on my records, he was a sinner before.” [y/n] says, shrugging.

Their eyes widened at the news. Sir Pentious is alive!

“How can we be so sure you're not lying?” Husk asked, raising an eyebrow at the woman. [Y/n] just chuckles.

“It is up to you if you believe it or not, after all... Angels never lie.” she says with a grin, summoning a small notebook from thin air, flipping through the pages of the notebook to scan for her notes.

“Lastly, I will be helping with the hotel during my scheduled time here. I'll be keeping track of the soul's progress here and research how a soul actually goes to heaven as Sir Pentious' case is a rare one and the first one so... We have no data. Heaven hopes to find more info about this case.” [y/n] explained, “I hope we'll get along.” she says with a grin.

Charlie's eyes widened, progress. Her hotel is making progress. Heaven is slowly helping her.

“Excuse me, Miss...?” Charlie softly calls, not knowing the angel's name.

[Y/n] looked at the smaller girl, patting the girl's head.

“My name is [y/n], also known as the archangel Raphael. One of God's seven virtues. It is a pleasure to finally meet you officially, Ms. Morningstar.” [y/n] introduces herself gracefully. Lucifer is still in awe in how fast she climbed the ranks.

Charlie nodded, finally happy to know the woman.

“Is there a way for us to visit Sir Pentious?” she asked hopefully, the others leaning in and hoping the same thing. [Y/n] closes her notebook, a loud sound sounding from it.

“I am sorry, heaven currently doesn't accept visitation unless necessary. Although, I can send letters back and forth whenever I visit.” She suggested, Charlie's eyes saddened but returned to hopeful. At least they know Sir Pentious is still alive.

“That would be all. I'll see you next time on my visit to keep track of the progress. Until then.” [y/n] says softly bowing at them. Turning her back and slowly walked away from the door.

Stopping, she didn't turn around to face them again.

“And Lucifer...?” she says, hesitating but her voice is vulnerable. Lucifer's breath hitched and the others just looked at the scene with curiosity. It is obvious these two knew each other based on how they already know each when she first arrived. They can practically sense the tension.

“I was wrong and I am sorry.” she says softly. Summoning her three pairs of wings, large and majestic.

She has wings now... Lucifer thought. His eyes softened when he heard her apologize.

“Wait... [Y/n]—” He called out but she didn't listen.

[Y/n] quickly flies away, a portal opening for her and closes after she enters.

“Did anyone else notice the tension...?” Angel asked, voicing out everyone's thoughts, a smirk on his face. Angel didn't mention that he really felt the unspoken romantic tension between the two angelic beings. He's getting more tea.

“This is getting interesting.” Alastor says with a grin and Lucifer knows that the radio demon just found more ways to torment him.

End notes: I know some of you read Alastor's line in Zhongli or Childe's voice lmao. And yes, Azrael and reader divorced each other. I had to ship Azrael with my oc okayy, I need Azrael to have some love 💀

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[yanderes-galore]

Heyy, can I could request a romantic yandere Hazbin Hotel Alastor x darling who is a demon who wants to redeem herself but has a deal with alastor so, she has her soul but being in the hotel cannot do her any harm or yeah? 👀

Sure! Made some tweaks to fit this into canon, Alastor's intention are still unknown towards you. Defaulted to concept as I wasn't sure how you wanted this. Originally didn't read that darling HAD her soul, so this got a bit difficult but I think I've got it.

Yandere! Alastor with Sinner! Darling

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic (Dubious)

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Ownership, Possessive behavior, Violence, Mentions of being a pet, Forced/Toxic partnership.

The only demons who can redeem themselves are known as Sinners.

Power is an important thing in Hell, that's primarily what deals are about here.

Power is what makes the hierarchy and makes other demons, like Overlords, powerful.

Alastor is one of these many Overlords.

He's actually... one of the most feared Overlords.

Based on what we can see in the show, demons would do anything to not go near him.

Alastor has made many deals with demons before.

Which is probably why he's so powerful.

You just so happen to be yet another Sinner he has under his belt.

Be it through gambling or some other desperate reason... you managed to come face to face with Alastor.

"Poor girl... all alone with no one to help you, hm~?"

The Overlord is pleased when he sees you, a desperate soul who needs his help.

Before he helps to pick you up, he offers you a deal.

A deal he's made countless times before.

He'll help you as long as you are indebted in some way to him.

Perhaps he doesn't have your soul, like you said.

Making any sort of deal with an Overlord is bad news.

In this case, instead of your soul, Alastor can settle for something else.

Perhaps he'll find a way to swindle it from you later....

At the time, well, you took it.

When he offered you that deal, you had no other option.

Such a deal made you a pet for the radio demon, one he can call whenever he wishes.

That's the deal... you'll be tied to him one way or another even if he doesn't have your soul.

Unless you want him to cast you out to the Hellhounds and Sharks again, hm~?

Y'know what's worse?

You happen to be his favorite.

"Hey there, darling dear~ We'll be great partners, you'll see!"

That was a long time ago, now.

You aren't sure why Alastor helped you... or why he allowed you to keep your soul for now.

At the time it took some begging.

You had to grovel to get Alastor to let you keep your soul.

Instead he ordered a... partnership instead of your soul.

You were often asked to help him out for tasks, you have for years.

You consider yourself one of the lucky ones.

Lucky because Alastor liked you enough to not leash your soul.

Something about you intrigued him.

One of the tasks you were summoned to help with was Charlie's hotel.

The girl needs STAFF and Alastor is willing to provide.

It unnerved you when Alastor came back to you after being gone for years.

"Darling~! Did you miss me~? We still have a deal, y'know... hope you didn't forget all about me~?"

Alastor's presence always left you uneasy.

Like most other demons, whenever he was in sight you felt your heart nearly stop.

However, Alastor was the closest demon you had to a friend.

So the feeling was usually easy to smother.

"Why are you here?"

"Once again I have a little job for you, sweetheart. Surely you know to listen, right?"

You knew you had to.

This partnership was the only thing keeping Alastor from taking your soul.

You had to help him... if you didn't, he could take your soul as collateral.

"State your order."

"A dear old friend of mine needs help running a certain hotel. She has no STAFF...! So I need you to come and help, my dear girl..."

His voice is a condescending purr, red eyes holding mischief.

He knows you can't refuse.

So with a heavy sigh, you listen to your dear partner....

This is what brings you to the hotel.

Honestly... you don't regret coming here.

Through Alastor you meet Charlie and the others, pitying Husk's position and trying your best to get along.

In your eyes, you originally were unsure on how to feel on demon rehabilitation.

Could... Sinners really be redeemed?

... Could you be redeemed?

You were unsure until Charlie seemed so adamant.

She looks so happy about it... enough to give you hope.

Although hope is a hard thing to keep when Alastor watches your every move.

The Overlord has to keep an extra eye on you for two reasons.

First of all, you're his favorite to toy with.

Second of all... he doesn't have your soul to pull when you 'misbehave'.

Alastor is clever, he knows what you think.

If he's known you for years, he picks up on your little thoughts.

Alastor can probably tell you get along with Charlie.

A little too well, actually.

At first he allows it, it's just some talk between girls....

However, when he realizes you want to be redeemed...

Alastor feels himself twitch a bit.

He curses himself for not taking your soul earlier.

A partnership won't allow him to pull you.

He has to own you completely.

You can notice the deer demon looking on edge.

His eyes keep glaring into you as you work, the grip on his staff unrelenting.

You sense you're walking on thin ice.

You want to be redeemed, theoretically you can.

But a voice nags you from the back of your mind.

Wouldn't that break your deal?

The thought makes you shudder.

You don't doubt Alastor knows about this.

You can tell once he stops looking as stressed as he was... no... in fact he's smug.

You have a feeling you aren't leaving so easily.

Despite this, you're determined, carefully listening to Charlie and participating in every activity.

Unfortunately... Alastor will step in before you can get anywhere.

"Darling~"

Alastor's voice is in its usual purr, entering your hotel room with a grin.

You fear what's coming.

"What is it you want?"

"Oh you know damn well...."

His voice distorts into static, making you freeze.

You've struck a nerve it seems.

Alastor steps closer, leaning on his staff with a glare.

"You think you're a clever girl, don't you?"

"I'm keeping to our deal, Alastor."

You try to lie, but you can't lie to him.

"You know you aren't, darling. I understand if you want to play along with Charlie's little game..."

He grabs your chin, his hold a painful vice.

"But you'll never be redeemed, girl. Not while I'm here. In fact..."

Alastor's other hand taps your chest, grin turning to a scowl for a moment.

"Call me petty... but I own your soul now."

Your jaw drops.

"What!? No, you can't-"

"I can..."

Alastor hums, manifesting a green chain around your neck.

"And I will..."

The moment your partnership breaks off, Alastor is able to claim your soul.

He feels you broke the deal...

Which means you're his now.

"You had a good run, dear... unfortunately you need to learn your place."

You feel yourself collapse on the floor, Alastor yanking the chain with a newfound grin.

"I've been waiting for this, girl..."

He kneels down, his voice an eager whisper.

"I should've taken your soul long ago, then I wouldn't have to deal with all this stress...!"

He pulls you onto your knees, watching you grovel like you did all those years ago.

"Perfect~" He hums, "This is exactly where you belong..."

You go to retort, but Alastor uses your newfound chain to choke you.

"It's best you be a good girl and listen to me now..."

Alastor hisses, pulling you so you look him in the eyes.

"I happen to hate misbehaving pets."

It was inevitable that he'd claim you... now you're rightfully his and will be for years to come... won't you?

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

me: i'd like a little chaggie angst in my life.

me: nothing major. no blood or screaming or anything like that.

me: maybe something that could slot into canon without much trouble? something quiet. something sad. a small gut punch, is what im after

my brain: On in boss! Give me a sec.

my brain: .....

my brain: Okay how about this- Charlie was so hyped and determined to have Vaggie come with for the heaven trip not just bc they're partners, but also because- Charlie was gonna propose.

me: .... why would she propose? and in heaven? aside from it just being a nicer less gory place in general, i mean

my brain: Well Charlie was super excited about the trip, right? She thought there was a good chance they'd win their case, confirm Angel Dust's path to redemption, show their hotel could work, and prove the exterminations aren't needed and should stop. That's HUGE! That's her and Vaggie's current life goal getting checked off- and if they can stick together through making a hotel for redeeming sinners work, then marriage is kinda just yelling that for everyone to hear.

me: wouldn't charlie be freaked out by marriage tho. her parents are separated, and her family fell apart for while afterwards. she's only just started picking up the pieces with vaggie

my brain: EXACTLY!!! Vaggie got her talking with her dad, talking with him got him kinda onboard with the save sinners plan- the plan Charlie is trying to make her mom proud with! So her mom and dad aren't together, but they're least on the same page now! As far as Charlie knows anyway. Meaning them being married had REASONS behind it, reasons that haven't gone away even after they separated- so it's not like them being married to each other was for nothing or a mistake. It was good! It can still end good! And having Vaggie in her life is what helped all of that happen in the first place. Soooooo....

me: marry that girl?

my brain: Charlie was expecting her and Vaggie to get a great win up in heaven, together, as partners. What better time and place to say how much she wants to keep doing that with her?

me: hmm

my brain: Plus if Angel Dust got the green light for an eventual move to heaven, having the wedding before then would be kinda important if they wanted to be SURE he could be there for it. And Charlie would DEFINITELY want Angel there for it.

me: true, true.... so, what are we picturing here tho? how does all this... become a thing i can feel sad over?

my brain: Well first, imagine Charlie planning it. Being exited for it.

me: oh she'd be so very excited

my brain: Imagine her the entire time they're headed to and are up in heaven, checking her pocket whenever no one's looking, triple checking on the ring, grinning to herself- physically straining under the urge to just blurt everything out to Vaggie like she usually does BUT wanting SO MUCH for this to be a special surprise for Vaggie!

my brain: She goes on the heaven tour while Vaggie stays behind, and Charlie's a little relieved to get a break from the constant urge to get down on one knee whenever she looks over at her girlfriend- she spends the whole tour of heaven gushing about Vaggie, barely taking in the sights- maybe even lets slip, to her HORROR, what she's planning to ask (a beaming Emily SWEARS not to say a word)

Getting back to their room Charlie has to spend ten minutes pacing outside, muttering to herself and checking the ring and REMINDING herself NOT to just pull it out the moment she walks in and sees Vaggie again after a whole two hours apart- She goes in, buzzing with pent up marriage proposal energy, not sure she WON'T just say it all right then and there, and...

Vaggie's curled up on the bed, asleep, luggage open next to her and one of Charlie's spare shirts tucked around her like a blanket, a small stressed frown on her face as she naps.

Charlie melts. She takes a slow deep breath, lets out a long happy sigh, and tip toes quietly over. She does get down on one knee- to be on a level with Vaggie so she can smile at her and stroke her hair and smooch that pinchy frowny face, chuckling softly about how Vaggie never stops worrying about things, even in her sleep. At least Vaggie IS sleeping now. She hadn't gotten much of it, leading up to the trip here.

The ring is pulled out of Charlie's coat and slipped into pants pocket instead so Charlie can safely drape the coat itself over Vaggie, who's curled up as if Heaven's perfect temperature feels a bit chilly- and Charlie moves the luggage to make room on the the bed so she can snuggle in behind Vaggie, arms wrapped around her, maybe not able to resist playing with her girlfriend's left hand a little before dozing off herself.

Imagine Vaggie had been working up the courage to tell Charlie the truth when Charlie came back.... but she wakes up already safe in Charlie's hug, and it's- it'd be one thing to face Charlie across the room and see her turn away- it'd be another to FEEL her let go. Or to be the one who breaks the hold, maybe for the last time

So Vaggie doesn't tell Charlie.

And the trial goes, the way it goes, and Charlie- never tells Vaggie what she wanted to say either.

Instead of asking a question, Charlie gets answer, and they both find themselves on their knees in heaven- but for all the wrong reasons.

Then its bad. Charlie's up in their room alone with Razzle and Dazzle- and the RING- and she keeps trying to put it away or even chuck it out the window... but it always ends up tucked in her fist. Slipped safely back in her pocket.

In Cannibal Town, at Rosie's, when asked if she loves Vaggie, Charlie stumbles over her answer- not because she doesn't love her or doubt it, but.

She almost blurts out, at the worst moment- yes she loves Vaggie. She was even going to ask her to....

Everything all flies out the window back at the hotel gates.

They've got a fighting chance against heaven, hungry cannibals to arm with angelic steel, friends who chose to stay and FIGHT for their home and each other instead of running for cover- it's not what Charlie wanted but she'll damn well take it and she means to KEEP IT- there's no time to think about what the actual battle will be like or what (or if anything) comes after.

Charlie doesn't remember the ring again until days after the After.

At night in bed, after a long day doing more minor endless finishing touches to the new hotel (with Vaggie) and an evening writing out thank yous to everyone who helped hoping none of the overlords suddenly think of an extra cost to that help, rewording until her hand ached (and Vaggie took it gently and tugged her away with a "we'll finish them tomorrow, sweetie")

Charlie wakes up at night, in bed with Vaggie, and lays there staring up at the dark ceiling, frozen in panic- until she not frozen anymore but slipping out of bed and into carpeted middle of the room, hooves muffled as she paces, picking up KeeKee on the way and petting her frantically as she tries to THINK-

The ring, the fucking RING.

She doesn't know where the ring went.

Where she put it- still in her pocket when she was changing into her dress for the battle? Which pocket- pants or coat? Where had she put those- no one had bothered much with stuff like laundry when there were fortifications to be made! Not with Vaggie running daily drills on how to fight exorcists, not with Charlie scrambling to learn how to fight after a life of not ever wanting or needing to, but heaven had done those things to Vaggie, had hurt her, and wanted to do worse to their friends and Charlie would be DAMNED if-

had Charlie's one random set of clothes survived the blasts from the battle? Had they been sitting in the rubble somewhere? The ring- the ring should have made it- it'd been made to LAST after all-

Had someone else found it? She would've heard if anyone from the hotel had picked up a fancy ring though- a random cannibal or sinner maybe?

Or...

... maybe it was just lost. Just, gone.

Fallen in some crevasse or crack into some deeper part of hell, if it hadn't been melted and shattered with all the holy and unholy power being thrown around.

She knows exactly what that would look like, after all those times spent checking the ring, staring at it and trying to picture Vaggie wearing it without squeeing too loud. It would've looked good on her- but that daydream is gone too, and Charlie just sees the ruins of it.

Black obsidian band broken, gold edging melted, inner inscription burned away. The paired musical notes articulated with fermata like little rising suns above them (the pause, to be held as long as they wanted it to be) bracketed and bracketing the blood red, small, heart-shaped diamond....

All of it now probably just one dulled chip of rock lying somewhere no one will ever see.

Charlie, standing in the middle of her and Vaggie's new bedroom, staring at Vaggie asleep in their bed- her exhausted girlfriend planted face-fist into a pillow, silver gray angel wings flopped awkwardly over the covers and spreading out so long and slack (relaxed) they droop over mattress on either side, flight feathers brushing the floor.

The scars are still there too. Also silvery pale in the dim glow of hell outside the windows.

But when Charlie finally releases KeeKee and slips over to adjust Vaggie's pillow (she'd get a cricked neck otherwise) she has to stop and kneel down on the floor for a bit (down on one knee again too) and stare.

Vaggie's smiling in her sleep. Her eyepatch is off for the night, thin slit of black nothing peeking out under the lashes of that eye, and Charlie can see the fresh scars on her left arm from fighting off Lute.

Charlie, picking up Vaggie's left hand playing with it again, like she had up in heaven. Pressing a small kiss to the stab wound in it's palm.

It would've been nice to put on ring on that hand instead.

But Charlie finds herself smiling anyway, softly, as she squeezes into the thin strip of space between Vaggie and the edge of her side of the bed. She snuggles in close, Charlie's cheek on Vaggie's scarred hand and her arms wrapping tight around her own small piece of something way better than heaven.

Vaggie's wing stirring and drawing in, folding over Charlie like an extra blanket and a dreamy hug, not even having to be awake to want her closer.

"Next time," Charlie whispering as she falls asleep looking at her partner- her partner in every way that matters. "'m gonna wait for you to ask... 's your turn to worry about stupid rings, and, stuff...."

On the carpet in the middle of the room, KeeKee licks a paw. Stops. Coughs. Spits something out- something that chimes metallically as it bounces and rolls off the edge of the carpet an onto the floor-

KeeKee sniffs the thing curiously. Bats at it with one paw, pushing it under a dresser drawer. Then, bored, licks said paw and saunters off.

Vaggie's startled wings will fling herself backwards so hard and fast into the bedroom wall she'll end up giving herself a concussion, later, when she finds the ring.

it's her turn to worry about it, after all

XD

[kelppsstuff]

Okaay so I saw that you accepting requests again sooooo can ask for some smut au Incubus!Adam x fem! Virgin Reader? I bet my ass if he was a demon he would 100% be a incubus who would has a virginity and breeding kink. You can't convince me otherwise 😆

For I Have Sinned

Summary: Adam was very self aware in the sexual department. He loved fucking virgins, so when you show up wearing your purity ring in hell of all places his interest grows heavily in you. He didn’t expect to fall but when he did he vowed to take that ring.

F!Reader

A/N: so I ended up making this were Adam went to hell as an incubus when he died because that fitted more with the way I went with this, if you’d like I can redo this where he originally went to hell, it would just be a different plot.

Masterlist

Warnings: breading, Virgin, jealously, blow job, pretty long.

A/N: this is the song.

You didn’t deserve to be in hell. Everyone could see it, and when they asked why you were you’d always brush it off. They just really could understand why, so you were the perfect example of a redeemable sinner.

You had arrived in hell just a little bit before the whole extermination battle. So you didn’t know too much about this whole place.

It was Alastor who found you and offered you a try at a second chance. Key word; try.

—

When you joined the hotels guest list, it had just been a few days till after Adam came to hell. So you two relatively had taken a room right around the same time.

Due to the closeness Charlie made the two of you always partners for activities. At first Adam was annoyed by your sweet personality, but maybe that wasn’t entirely true.

—

A knock on your door made you groan awake.

You opened the door, your hair spread everywhere and on the other side was the owner of the Hotel herself. Charlie.

“Hey Char Char. What can I do for you?” Charlie was beaming at you, like she had stars in her eyes. “We’re starting trust falls in thirty and going to go on from there!”

You gave her a polite smile and confirming nod just before she left. When you were ready, you walked out exactly 30 minutes later, and you did a woman from the room beside you.

That woman came from Adams room. You can’t say you really too surprised, he had a new girl in there every week.

The girl was embarrassed being caught, though not too embarrassed considering this was hell. You had recognized her however, she was the bookstore lady.

“Really?” You asked Adam as he too walked out his room and down the stairs with you. “What?”

“We’re supposed to not do sin.” You explained as you noticed he was walking next to you on the way down, and not the lady he was just spending his time with. “Yeah well a man has needs.”

You rolled your eyes and walked over to the lobby couch, while Adam showed the bookstore lady the door.

“Welcome! I hope everyone is having a good morning! We are going to do some trust falls first, then you and your partner will cook one another breakfast together.” The princess beamed at the sinners. You beamed right back while the others were to tired to show motivation.

Charlie walked to the platform she set up, and as always she went first. “I’m really proud of you guys!” She jumped and everyone was quick to catch — besides Adam and Alastor.

“Why don’t you go next Vaggie?” You could see the hesitation on her face, but ultimately decided Charlie was worth being a bit uncomfortable for a moment. “I know karate.”

While everyone continues to catch her, Adam rolled his eyes. He already knew that, he made sure his girls were well trained before going on the line.

As far as Adam was concerned he believed this was pointless. “Y/N, you next.” Vaggie picked you and you hurried on stage.

When you opened your mouth to speak you couldn’t find words. A trust fall was where you were supposed to share something, and despite you kind nature you were still a pretty private person.

You twisted the ring on your finger, thinking of something. You looked down and the pretty stone. “I have a purity ring.” You spoke softly and low but everyone heard.

Adam heard, and he didn’t know what happened but suddenly you were a lot more colorful.

When you jumped off the stage Adam was one of the first to catch you, appearing in the middle of the crowd out of no where — Alastor still kept to the side.

—

Each member, besides Alastor and Adam, had gone up and said something. So the activity moved on.

Everyone was awake now and so Charlie had set up stations and partners. Her and Vaggie, Angel, and Husk, Alastor and her dad along with Niffty, and then you and Adam.

Charlie handed everyone an apron and then said y’all could start.

There was so many things you could make you didn’t know which. You grabbed butter first and the some bread. Just as you were about to reach the eggs a tap to you side distracted you.

The king himself smiled at you, “want some batter?” Truth is, with your good nature Lucifer had became good friends with you.

You had shown Lucifer that maybe his gift of free will wasn’t a total flaw. “What kind?” You grabbed a plastic spoon and grabbed a little scoop.

“Pancakes!” Just as he spoke you at the batter and wow. That was good! “Make me a few too yeah?” Lucifer let out a little laugh with a nod that was interrupted by your partner.

Adam pushed himself in between the two of you, “sorry to intrude.” He wasn’t. “But I think you should start cooking now Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed three eggs. “Grab me a bowl then will ya?” Adam did that while Lucifer went back to his station. You cracked the three eggs perfectly and started to whip them.

You also put the butter in the pan and started the oven, then dipped the bread in the eggs, placing it in the hot pan.

You grabbed some cinnamon and started to place it onto the frying bread.

Out of no where some flour flew at you. The culprit started to laugh at your white hair, all while you tried to remain calm.

Adam wasn’t going to make YOU food. No way! So what better way to pass the time than to annoy you?

You grabbed a handful of the flour and chucked it at Adam, his laughing stopped and you felt satisfied.

Then began your food fight. Alastor had put a stop to it after your French toast caught on fire and before the kitchen could become more of a mess.

You started to wash your hand and groan at the flour stuck in your ring. “Are you kidding me?!”

Adam looked over your shoulder. Getting an actual view of the ring. It was pretty, it was rare one would have such a pretty ring in hell — the place filled with muggers.

“So a virgin huh?” You gave Adam a weary glance, “yeah? So what?” You spoke to him in that little defensive tone of yours.

“Nothing nothing. Just wouldn’t think someone like you would be one.” His condescending tone caused your blood to boil, something that appeared only he could do.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You wiped your hands off and placed one on your hip, twisting to look at him.

“Well we’re in hell, pretty much every one here is a slut.” You eyes widened at his vulgarity, not to mention the nerve of this man. “Your one to talk. Everyday there’s a new girl in your room.”

“Jealous?”

“As if.”

You had peeked Adam’s interest indeed.

—

Adam would always insult you for being a sinner. For doing some “kinky shit” for being in hell. No matter how sweet you were, Adam had always called bullshit. Though after he found out about your purity ring that changed.

Instead of calling you Sinner bitch it changed into good girl.

You were supposed to be delighted that was the case but you weren’t. Adam was the only person who treated you like everyone else. People would often always put on their fake kindness for you, just because you were kind to them.

You hadn’t realized you craved sin until Adam. If you were in hell it was for the sin of gluttony. You wanted more, not the same bullshit.

Charlie would always say you were sure to get to heaven, but now you didn’t know if you wanted to be there.

—

Thus came the annual Masquerade ball, hosted by the sin of pride himself on every Halloween.

Usually you and everyone in the hotel besides Alastor and Charlie wouldn’t be able to attend but this year you had all gotten invited, even Adam. So you helped Angel dust pick and outfit all the while looking for an outfit of your own.

Everyone was dressed in suit, and dresses, you had told the group you felt unwell and wouldn’t be attending. It was a lie but you just wanted to see how different it could be if you gave into all your desires.

So when everyone left you threw on your mask and your long dress with your styled hair, and popped off to the party.

When you entered no one knew who you were and you loved it. They would talk about their latest hookup, a conversation you hadn’t even heard since you were alive. They would talk about the latest sin they had done. It was quite fun to just splash in.

“May I have this dance?”

You turned around to the voice and you knew who it was, though you were under the impression he didn’t know you.

You didn’t want him to hear your voice so you only nodded and took his hand.

The two of you joined many other on the dance floor and started to sway to the slow song. Almost as if everyone was in sync.

Adam twirled you and hurried to bring you back to his chest. “I will say I’m disturbed that you haven’t said a word to me Y/N.”

Your heart stopped for a moment. “How’d you know.” He twirled you again and this time your back landed against his chest.

He brought his face to the crook of you neck and whispered almost desperate. “You mean besides your scent that I wish was on my sheets?.” You breath hitch as he pressed a gentle kiss against the curve of your neck. “It was your ring that gave it away.”

You silently cursed yourself for forgetting about that. You and Adam swayed in silence. Your back still against his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist while your held his. His breath fanning your neck causing a burning sensation that just consumed you.

“Why you lie?” You should have known someone would know, you just didn’t think it was Adam. “I’m not a child, I was tired of people treating me like one just because I’m a ‘sweetheart.’”

He hummed in your ear and dipped you. “You wish to be apart of adult conversations?”

“Is that such a surprise?” He brought out back to your feet and gave you a grin that caused a heat to spread.

“Do you know what I want?” You could say your answer before he started to continue. “I want you to drag you back to my room and ripped that dress off of you while you beg me to show you all the way to embrace pleasure.”

He wrapped your arms around his neck and wrapped his around your waist pushing your breast against his wide chest. “I ruin you in all the ways imaginable, then I want to create new ways just so you can never leave me.”

“And then when morning comes?” You asked.

“That’s when the fun begins.” His eyes was playful but in that moment something flickered in them. Something that drew your lips to his as you desperately tried to chase that feeling.

—

He pushed open the door and stumbled into the room with you, lips never leaving you besides for pleasurable sighs. He kicked the door shut and pushed you onto the bed.

He kicked off his shoes while bending down to take your own heels off.

You grabbed his tie and started yank it off. While he unzipped you. He kissed down your neck while pushing your dress down.

You started to unbutton his dress shirt but quickly grew annoyed and ripped it open, the buttons flying everywhere. You pushed his shirt off and looked up at him with desperate eyes.

He pulled away from your neck when he was satisfied with his art work and pulled back to get a better look at you. In panties, looking up at him with begging, no pleading eyes.

His chest went up and down, breathing heavily. His hair was a mess and you noticed he had a cowlick.

“I want you.” Adam knew you did and while he didn’t say it back you knew he did too. You knew from the way he quickly discarded the rest of y’all clothing. You knew from the way he spit over your pussy to make sure you had extra lubricant.

You knew from the way he pushed passed your folds. You knew when you cried out when he bottomed out inside you. You knew from when you saw the flicker in his eyes again.

And in that moment you knew that you would never be getting rid of him, for he would follow you to the end of the earth.

He started to thrust up into you, whines and moans leaving your mouth. While deep breaths and groans left his.

He then angles his hips and thrusts up once again, hitting the right spot inside you.

“Oh god, right there.”

“That’s right baby, I’m your god.”

Your hand were gripping the sheets above you and he brung his hand over your own. Spreading it out, his fingers linking with yours. The cold band on your finger the only the cold between the the two of you.

He continued his fast and relentless pace and soon the coil in your stomach was going to snap. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Adam I’m going to cum.”

“That’s right babe, cum on my cock, only my cock can make you feel like this.”

Just like that the coil snapped and Adam fucked you through your own orgasam, searching for his own.

“Fuck babe I’m gonna cum you keep clenching around me like that.”

The idea of Adam cumming in you was one you couldn’t get out of your head.

“Do it, cum in me. Make me yours.”

His hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed while he picked up the pace. “Fuck you want me to fill you up? Fill the cunt until your belly is swollen?”

“Yes.”

That did him in. He came, hard, painting your walls white.

When the two of you came down from your highs the two of you fell asleep. When you awoke the neck morning you panicked, you were in Adam’s bed, you slept with him, and you didn’t regret it. Most of all, you couldn’t find your ring.

You went back to your room and grabbed some clothes and went to look in the lobby, wondering if it dropped.

Though when you entered it there Adam was, talking to husk and while he was handsome his face wasn’t what brought your attention.

It was the dangling necklace that had your ring on the chain. The message was clear, you were his, and he was yours.

—

Done! Sorry I haven’t updated in a bit, I’ve been working on my other blogs, but I promise I haven’t forgotten all of you people. How could I? Everyone in Hazbin is practically hot.

[voxtechemployee]

Got another angels (saint Peter, Adam, lute, Emily) x reader request lol;

How would they react with a reader who is a redeemed sinner? The reader still maintains some of their old hell habits—cursing a lot and very comfortably, cursing with words like “Christ on a stick—“, not trusting anyone, pda is different in heaven vs hell, ect

you're good! this is actually kind of interesting to think about!!

༉‧₊˚. SAINT PETER ₊˚. in the bible, saint peter actually doubts jesus multiple times and this shows that he is capable of doubt, even against heaven ₊˚. and meeting a redeemed sinner changes his perspective on a lot of things about the place he calls home ₊˚. though sometimes your foul mouth makes him cringe a bit, he knows that humans are flawed by nature - but don't expect the language to catch on with him haha ₊˚. he's weak for being flirted with, so there's definitely moments where he finds himself getting a little too wound up when you're flirting with him in public ₊˚. though he never pushes you to trust others, aside from just soothing you when you get nervous about someone's intentions; he knows you just need time to adjust!

ೃ⁀➷ ADAM ➷ of course this fucking asshole is going to do anything he can to prove that you don't belong in heaven ➷ which, because of both of you ramming heads so frequently, definitely turns into a hate-sex situationship ➷ both of you are foul-mouthed, and sometimes even he has to be the one to go "(name), take a chill pill or something- fucking holy shit-" ➷ you've definitely both gotten into trouble for being a little too public with your affections before, but it never seems to stop either of you from being flirtatious little angry shits with each other

₊˚ପ⊹ LUTE ⊹ when riled up, this girl is the queen of saying foul and dirty things and she even beats YOU at your own game in private ⊹ in public, she's much more reserved - she's better at keeping herself able to fit in than you are ⊹ she also doesn't really like you at first because she agrees with adam; you shouldn't be in heaven and it's a shame that you're such an insult to the ways of hell ⊹ it takes much longer to win her over than it does adam and even then, she's not a fan of your behavior and takes it upon herself to correct it whenever she can (even though it's incredibly hypocritical)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ EMILY ❥ emily is very excited to know a sinner made it to heaven! she knew that charlie was right and souls can be redeemed, and you're the perfect example of that! ❥ sort of. your habits are a bit too rough around the edges and you have a really bad habit of saying things that make her blush like crazy in public ❥ but you're new! you're not used to the rules and regulations of heaven yet, and that's okay because she can teach you ❥ you convince her to cuss one time when you're alone, and she does a little giggle and just whispers "fuck" under her breath, and then grins at you like a champion

[chiyuuchu]

II. She ate my heart, that girl is a monster <3 (2nd August 2024)

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Prompt! Darkness twists into light as some villains can be redeemed after all.

first part here!

Izuku Midoriya sat at his desk, his textbooks open in front of him, but his mind was far from his studies. The image of Y/N, the mysterious but somewhat enchanting villain from the League of Villains, filled his thoughts. Her presence lingered in his mind, a constant reminder of his secret infatuation. It was something he couldn't share with anyone, a forbidden love that gnawed at his conscience.

During their encounters, the chemistry between them was undeniable. Despite being on opposite sides, there was a connection that he couldn't ignore. The way she moved, the intensity in her eyes, the banter they exchanged during battles—it all captivated him. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't help himself.

Izuku sighed, leaning back in his chair.

A knock on the door snapped him out of his reverie. Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero walked in, looking eager to chat.

"Hey, Midoriya," Kirishima greeted, plopping down on the bed. "We were just talking and wanted to ask you something."

Izuku forced a smile. "Sure, what's up?"

Kaminari grinned. "So, when are you gonna ask Uraraka out? It's obvious she likes you, and you two would make a cute couple."

Izuku's smile faltered. "I... I don't like Uraraka like that. Why does everyone keep assuming I do?"

After all, he got flustered around her, stammered and blushed whenever she was near. But that was just his natural nervousness, nothing more. Uraraka was a great friend, but his heart belonged to someone else, someone he could never openly admit to loving.

Sero shrugged. "Well, you get nervous around her, but then again, you get nervous around everyone. So, do you like anyone?"

Izuku felt his stomach knot. He gulped, trying to keep his expression neutral. "I... I don't think I should talk about that."

Kirishima raised an eyebrow, noticing the guilty look in Izuku's eyes. "Hey, man, if it's that serious, we won't force it out of you."

"Yeah," Kaminari added. "We just want you to be happy, dude."

Izuku nodded, grateful for their understanding. Once they left, he was alone with his thoughts again. The guilt washed over him like a tidal wave. How could he be in love with someone who was supposed to be his enemy? The girl who filled his heart with longing was also the one who stood on the opposite side of the battlefield.

He buried his face in his hands, trying to suppress the conflicting emotions swirling inside him. It was a guilty pleasure, loving Y/N, and it tore him apart. The shame of his feelings weighed heavily on him, and he knew he had to keep this secret buried deep within. Admitting his love for a villain was something he could never do, no matter how much it hurt.

Izuku closed his eyes, the image of Y/N's smile etched in his mind. The guilt and longing intertwined, creating a storm of emotions that he struggled to contain. He was in love with a monster, and it was tearing him apart from the inside out.

“I definitely need to cleanse myself.” He mutters to himself.

Izuku Midoriya walked back to his room, towel draped over his shoulders, still drying his damp hair. The hot shower had done little to wash away the turmoil in his mind. His thoughts were still a tangled mess of emotions and guilt over his forbidden love for Y/N.

As he opened the door to his room, he froze. There, casually lounging on his bed, was Y/N herself. She looked completely at ease, her mischievous smile sending his heart into a frenzy. Izuku's eyes widened, and he let out an involuntary scream.

"Y/N! What are you doing here?" he whispered urgently, trying to keep his voice down.

She just smirked, looking unbothered. "Missed me, hero?"

Before he could respond, he heard footsteps approaching. Panic surged through him. If anyone saw Y/N here, especially someone from his class, it would be a disaster. The door creaked open, and Uraraka stepped in, concern etched on her face.

"Deku, are you okay? I heard a scream," she asked, glancing around the room.

Izuku quickly threw himself on the bed, covering Y/N with the bedsheets in a swift motion. He forced a nervous laugh, trying to appear calm. "Oh, uh, Uraraka! I thought I saw a monster in my bed, but it was just my imagination. Silly me."

Uraraka raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced but not pressing further. "Okay, Deku. Just try to get some rest. You’ve been looking really stressed lately."

"Yeah, I'll do that. Thanks, Uraraka," Izuku replied, maintaining a shaky smile.

As she left the room and closed the door behind her, Izuku let out a sigh of relief. He turned back to his bed, pulling the sheets down to reveal Y/N, who was now laughing softly.

"You handled that well," she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Izuku glared at her, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "You can't just show up like this! What if someone had seen you?"

Y/N shrugged, still smiling. "I like living dangerously. Besides, I wanted to see you."

Izuku’s heart skipped a beat at her words. Despite the danger, despite the wrongness of it all, he couldn't deny the thrill of her presence. She was a villain, but she was also the girl who had captured his heart. And seeing her there, cozy on his bed, made everything else fade away, even if just for a moment.

He sighed, sitting down next to her. "You’re going to get us both in trouble."

Y/N reached out, gently brushing his damp hair away from his face. "Maybe. But isn’t it worth it?"

Izuku looked into her eyes, feeling the weight of his guilty pleasure but also the undeniable pull of his feelings. "Maybe it is," he whispered, more to himself than to her, as he settled next to her, their secret safe for another night.

Izuku and Y/N sat on the bed, the tension between them palpable. The world outside seemed to disappear as they leaned closer, their eyes locked. Izuku's heart pounded in his chest, the proximity of Y/N's face making his breath hitch. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, guilt, excitement, and a longing he couldn’t suppress.

Just as their lips were about to meet, the shrill sound of the intruder alarm blared through the dorm building. The moment shattered, and they both pulled back in surprise.

Y/N sighed, a mix of frustration and resignation in her eyes. "I was really looking forward to spending time with you, hero, but let’s not push this risk right now."

Before Izuku could respond, she was already on her feet. With a swift, graceful movement, she hopped out the window, disappearing into the shadows of the night. Izuku watched her go, his heart still racing, his thoughts a chaotic mess.

The alarm continued to blare, reminding him of the reality he was in. He quickly composed himself, adjusting his clothes and running a hand through his hair to make sure he looked presentable. With one last glance at the window, he left his room and hurried to the common area.

The scene in the common room was one of chaos. His classmates were panicking, fumbling with their phones to contact Aizawa, and shouting over each other in confusion and worry.

"Has anyone seen anything?" Kirishima called out, his voice barely audible over the alarm.

"I saw a shadow near the east wing!" Tokoyami shouted, looking around wildly.

"We need to make sure everyone is safe," Iida instructed, trying to maintain order but clearly worried himself.

Amid the commotion, Uraraka noticed Izuku entering the room. She hurried over to him, her expression full of concern. "Deku, are you alright?"

Izuku nodded, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Yeah, I’m fine. Just... wasn’t expecting an intruder at this time of night."

His words were true, but the guilt weighed heavily on him. He was acutely aware of how close he had come to crossing a line that could never be undone. As he joined his classmates in the common room, the reality of his secret and the danger it posed settled over him like a dark cloud.

As the alarm blared on, the doors to the common room burst open, and Aizawa strode in, his expression calm but serious. "Everyone, quiet down!" he commanded, and the room instantly fell silent.

"I've checked the perimeter," Aizawa continued. "There’s no sign of an intruder now. It was either a false alarm or whoever it was managed to get away quickly."

He scanned the room, his gaze sharp. "Has anyone seen anything suspicious?"

The students looked at each other, murmuring nervously. Izuku kept his head down, trying to avoid Aizawa's piercing gaze.

"I saw a shadow near the east wing, but it disappeared before I could get a good look," Tokoyami offered.

Aizawa nodded. "Alright. Keep your guard up and report any unusual activity immediately. For now, try to get some rest. We’ll discuss this further in the morning."

As the students slowly dispersed, still whispering among themselves, Uraraka approached Izuku again. "Are you sure you're okay, Deku? You seemed really shaken up."

Izuku forced another smile, feeling the weight of his secret pressing down on him. "Yeah, I’m fine. Just... really tired."

Uraraka nodded, still looking concerned. "Well, if you need anything, just let me know."

Izuku thanked her and made his way back to his room, the guilt and tension eating away at him. He couldn't stop thinking about Y/N, about how close they had been to something irreversible. As he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, he knew that his feelings for her were dangerous, but he couldn't help being drawn to her.

His heart ached with the knowledge that this forbidden love was consuming him, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep it hidden.

The next morning, Izuku arrived at school with heavy eyes and a mind weighed down by the previous night's events. He shuffled into class, trying to blend into the background and avoid any inquisitive looks. But he knew it wouldn’t be long before someone noticed his distracted demeanor.

As he settled into his seat, Tsuyu Asui leaned over from her desk. "Midoriya, are you alright? You look really stressed. Or is it something else, like guilt?"

Izuku's heart skipped a beat. He knew Tsuyu was perceptive and honest, making her someone he couldn’t easily deceive. "I'm just really stressed these days, Tsuyu. Not getting much sleep," he replied, hoping his voice sounded convincing.

She studied him for a moment, her large eyes blinking thoughtfully. "You should take care of yourself, ribbit. It's important to rest."

"Thanks, Tsuyu. I will," he said, forcing a smile.

As the day dragged on, Izuku found it hard to focus. His thoughts kept drifting back to Y/N and the tension of their secret meetings. When class finally ended, he felt a mix of relief and anticipation.

Izuku decided to go for a jog to clear his mind. As he ran through the park, the rhythmic pounding of his feet on the path helped ease his racing thoughts. He turned a corner and saw her—Y/N—sitting on the grass under the shade of a large tree, completely absorbed in a book. The sight of her made his heart skip a beat.

Nearby, a small flower shop caught his eye. Acting on impulse, he jogged over and purchased a bouquet of vibrant flowers. With the bouquet in hand, he walked over to Y/N, who looked up from her book as he approached.

"Hi, Y/N," he greeted, trying to keep his voice steady.

She smiled warmly, her eyes lighting up. "Hello, hero. What brings you here?"

Izuku sat down beside her, holding out the bouquet. "I saw these and thought of you. I hope you like them."

Y/N took the flowers, her smile growing even wider. "They're beautiful, Izuku. Thank you."

They sat together in comfortable silence for a moment, the flowers resting in Y/N's lap. Izuku felt a sense of peace wash over him, the turmoil in his mind quieting in her presence.

"You seem different today," she said, looking at him with a curious expression. "More at ease."

Izuku nodded, taking a deep breath. "Being here with you helps. Even if it's just for a little while."

Y/N reached out and gently squeezed his hand. "I'm glad, Izuku. You deserve to feel at ease."

As they sat there, the rest of the world seemed to fade away. For a brief moment, Izuku allowed himself to forget the danger, the guilt, and the forbidden nature of their relationship. All that mattered was the girl beside him and the fragile happiness they shared.

Izuku sat with Y/N under the tree, enjoying the rare moment of tranquility. He glanced at the book she was holding and asked, "What are you reading?"

Y/N's smile widened as she held up the book for him to see. "It's a fictional book about butterflies. I find them fascinating."

Izuku raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "I wouldn't have thought you'd be interested in these things."

She giggled softly, her laughter like a soothing melody. "I'm still human after all, Izuku. Everyone has their own interests."

As they continued to talk, Izuku's curiosity got the better of him. "Can I ask you something? Why are you a villain?"

Her expression turned serious, and she sighed. "I didn't have a great upbringing. There was an accident when I was younger, and it changed everything. The League took me in when I had nowhere else to go."

Izuku nodded, understanding the pain behind her words. "I'm sorry to hear that."

She looked at him with genuine curiosity. "What about you? Why are you a hero?"

Izuku took a deep breath, thinking about his answer. "I want to save people. I want to make the world a better place, where no one has to go through what you did."

Y/N's eyes softened, and she reached out to touch his hand. "That's admirable, Izuku."

Feeling a surge of boldness, Izuku flashed her a small smile. "And here I thought I was just doing it to impress a certain butterfly-loving girl."

Y/N's cheeks turned a light shade of pink, and she laughed. "Is that so? You might be more charming than I thought."

They continued to chat for a while, sharing stories and laughing together. When it was time for Izuku to head back to the dorms, he felt lighter than he had in days.

As Izuku entered the dorms, he saw Aizawa standing in the common room, arms crossed. Panic surged through him. Did Aizawa know about his secret meetings with Y/N?

Before Izuku could say anything, Aizawa spoke up. "Midoriya, I heard you've been stressed lately. Your friends are worried about you."

Izuku let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "Oh, um, yes, Mr Aizawa. I've just been pushing myself a lot."

Aizawa nodded, his expression softening slightly. "You need to lay off the intense training for a while. Consistent exhaustion isn't good for you. Rest more, and take it lightly for now."

Izuku felt a wave of relief wash over him. "Yes, Mr Aizawa. Thank you."

Aizawa placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze. "Get some rest, Midoriya."

As Aizawa walked away, Izuku headed to his room, feeling a mix of emotions. He knew he had to be careful, but the moments he shared with Y/N were worth the risk. Lying on his bed, he closed his eyes, replaying the day's events in his mind. For the first time in a long while, he felt a glimmer of hope.

Class 1-A was on another trip, the atmosphere tense as they remained alert for any potential threats. They had experienced enough encounters with the League of Villains to know better than to let their guard down. However, the attack came swiftly, with villains appearing from the shadows, chaos erupting around them.

Izuku found himself engaged in battle, fending off an aggressive villain. He barely had a moment to catch his breath when he saw Y/N approaching him, her movements fluid and dangerous. He felt a pang of conflict, his heart torn between his duties as a hero and his feelings for her.

Uraraka, seeing the danger, rushed to "save" Izuku. She leaped forward, aiming to intercept Y/N. However, Y/N's eyes glinted with determination. With a swift, precise move, she easily took Uraraka down, disarming her without hesitation. Uraraka fell to the ground, dazed and struggling to get up.

Y/N continued her approach towards Izuku, the chaos of the battle fading into the background. She stopped in front of him, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. Before he could react, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his, a soft yet passionate kiss that left him breathless.

Izuku's eyes widened in shock, his mind racing. Behind him, Uraraka watched in horror, unable to comprehend what she was seeing.

Y/N pulled back, her smile turning into a smirk as she glanced at Uraraka. "Didn't like what you see?" she taunted, her voice dripping with mockery.

Uraraka's eyes filled with anger and disbelief, but before she could respond, Y/N turned and fled deeper into the battle scene, disappearing into the chaos.

Izuku stood there, his heart pounding, torn between his duty as a hero and the undeniable feelings he had for Y/N. The kiss lingered on his lips, a reminder of the complicated and dangerous path he was on. He knew he had to focus, to help his friends and fight the villains, but a part of him couldn't shake the image of Y/N, her touch, her kiss, and the intensity of their connection.

After the battle ended and the villains had retreated, Class 1-A regrouped, their faces a mix of exhaustion and confusion. They gathered in a secluded area, assessing their injuries and checking on each other. Izuku felt the weight of their gazes, knowing the inevitable questions were coming.

Uraraka was the first to speak, her voice shaky but determined. "Deku, what was that about? Why did that villain... kiss you?"

Izuku's mind raced, trying to come up with a plausible explanation. He knew he couldn't reveal the truth, not without endangering himself and possibly Y/N. Taking a deep breath, he put on a confused expression. "I have no idea," he began, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "Maybe it was just a tactic to distract or confuse us. Villains can be unpredictable, and they often use psychological methods to throw us off our game."

The rest of the class exchanged skeptical glances, but they seemed to accept his explanation. Kirishima nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, that makes sense. Villains are known for playing mind games. We can't let it get to us."

Iida adjusted his glasses, his expression serious. "Indeed. We must stay focused and not allow their tactics to disrupt our mission. Midoriya, you handled it well."

Uraraka, though still visibly upset, seemed to relax a bit. "I guess that makes sense. But... be careful, okay? We don't know what their next move might be."

Izuku nodded, feeling a wave of relief. "I will, Uraraka. Thanks."

As the conversation shifted to analyzing the battle and planning their next steps, Izuku couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He had managed to convince his friends, but the truth weighed heavily on his heart. He glanced at Uraraka, who was talking to Tsuyu, and then at Todoroki, who was silently observing him with a thoughtful expression.

Izuku knew that maintaining this secret was becoming increasingly difficult. He could only hope that his feelings for Y/N wouldn't compromise his role as a hero or endanger his classmates. For now, he had to stay focused and navigate the delicate balance between his heart and his duty.

The following night, Izuku decided to head to the convenience store to grab some snacks. It had been a long day, and he needed something to take his mind off the stress and confusion. As he walked back to the dorms, he took a shortcut through a dimly lit alley, his thoughts wandering.

Suddenly, a figure stepped out from the shadows, blocking his path. It was Dabi, his blue flames flickering ominously in the darkness. "Well, well, if it isn't the little hero," Dabi sneered, his voice dripping with menace. "Out for a midnight snack?"

Izuku's heart raced, adrenaline surging through his veins. He knew he was in trouble. Dabi's flames flared up, and he prepared to attack. But before Dabi could make a move, another figure emerged from the shadows, placing herself between Izuku and the villain.

Y/N stood tall, her presence commanding. "Dabi, back off," she said firmly. "We've talked about this. This hero is mine to handle. You don't see me trying to target yours, do you?"

Dabi scoffed, his flames dimming slightly. "What's your deal, Y/N? We're on the same side."

Y/N's eyes hardened. "We have an agreement. Respect it."

For a moment, Dabi seemed to consider her words. Then, with a frustrated growl, he turned and disappeared into the darkness, his flames extinguishing as he left.

Y/N turned to Izuku, concern etched on her face. "Are you okay?" she asked softly, reaching out to him.

Izuku was still shaken, but he nodded. "Y-Yeah, I think so. What was that all about?"

She smiled, her expression softening. "Dabi and I made an agreement that we wouldn't go after each other's targets. I want to protect you, Izuku."

He looked at her, his heart swelling with gratitude and something more. He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper as he leaned in. "Thank you, my hero," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. She hadn't expected such words from him, especially not in this situation. For a moment, the tension between them was palpable, their closeness electrifying.

Izuku pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with hers. "I mean it. You saved me. Thank you."

She smiled, a genuine, warm smile that made his heart skip a beat. "You're welcome, Izuku. But be careful, okay? This world... it's dangerous. And I don't want anything to happen to you."

He nodded, his resolve strengthening. "I will. And... thank you again."

As they stood there, the alley quiet and the night around them peaceful, Izuku couldn't help but feel a deep connection with Y/N. Despite the chaos and danger, there was something undeniably special between them, a bond that transcended their roles as hero and villain. And in that moment, he realized that no matter how complicated things became, he wouldn't have it any other way.

“I have to go now, but I hope you know that you truly inspire me Izuku. I’ll try make it up to you for that.” And that was the last thing she said before jumping back into the shadows.

Two weeks had passed without any sight of Y/N, and Izuku was beginning to worry. The tension was palpable, not just for him, but for everyone in Class 1-A. The mystery of Y/N's absence weighed heavily on his mind.

One rainy evening, Aizawa called a meeting in the common room. The urgency in his voice made everyone immediately on edge. When they gathered, they found Aizawa standing with Y/N, drenched in rain, by his side.

Everyone instantly adopted a fighting stance, their instincts kicking in. "What’s she doing here?" Kaminari asked, his voice filled with suspicion.

Aizawa raised a hand to calm them. "Everyone, calm down. Y/N is here because she's been secretly sending information to the school about leads on the League of Villains."

There was a collective gasp, and the tension in the room shifted from hostility to confusion.

"She's been providing us with intel for months," Aizawa continued. "The school discovered that her involvement with the League was based on blackmail. They threatened her family."

"But why is she here now?" Uraraka asked, her brow furrowed in concern.

Aizawa sighed, the weariness evident in his eyes. "Y/N has abandoned the League. She spent the last two weeks fleeing to ensure her family's safety by relocating them to another country where the League can't reach them."

"So, what now?" Kirishima asked, his fists still clenched.

Aizawa glanced at Y/N before answering. "To protect her, she’ll be on house arrest here, in the 1-A dorms. It’s the safest place for her, and you all can keep an eye on her."

The room fell silent as everyone processed this information. It was a lot to take in, and the emotions ranged from relief to cautious acceptance.

Izuku’s heart ached seeing Y/N drenched and exhausted. Despite everything, he felt an overwhelming sense of protectiveness. He stepped forward, breaking the silence. "She’s one of us now," he said firmly, looking around at his classmates. "And we protect our own."

Y/N’s eyes met his, a grateful smile playing on her lips despite her fatigue. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Slowly, the tension began to dissipate. The class members exchanged glances, their initial suspicion giving way to understanding.

"We’ll keep her safe," Todoroki said, stepping forward with his usual calm demeanor.

"Yeah, we'll make sure nothing happens to her," Kirishima added, his resolve clear.

Aizawa nodded, his expression softening slightly. "Good. She’ll need all of you. And remember, the League of Villains is still out there. Stay vigilant."

As the meeting dispersed, Y/N was escorted to her new room. Izuku lingered behind, watching as she was led away. He couldn’t shake the feeling that, despite the danger, having her here was right.

Later that night, as the rain continued to pour outside, Izuku found himself standing outside Y/N’s door. He knocked softly, and when she opened it, he saw the vulnerability in her eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.

Y/N nodded, though her eyes were tired. "I will be. Thank you, Izuku. For everything."

He smiled, a mixture of relief and determination in his expression. "We’re here for you, Y/N. Always."

As he turned to leave, she called out to him. "Izuku, I’m sorry for everything. For putting you all at risk."

He looked back at her, his eyes filled with understanding. "You did what you had to do. And now, you’re one of us. We’ll face this together."

With that, he left her to rest, feeling a sense of hope amidst the chaos. They had a long road ahead, but they would face it as a team, no matter the challenges that lay ahead.

That night, the atmosphere in the common room was tense. The students of Class 1-A were keeping a wary eye on Y/N, who was nestled comfortably on the couch, absorbed in her book. Whispers and cautious glances were exchanged as they discussed their feelings about having a former villain living among them.

Izuku, who had been vocal about giving Y/N a chance, argued, “We need to at least get acquainted with her. Aizawa told us she’s not a threat anymore and she’s helped us with information.”

But the unease remained. “She’s attacked us more than once,” Kirishima said, his tone filled with concern. “How can we just trust her like that?”

Mina, growing increasingly frustrated with the lack of progress, finally stood up. “Alright, no one else seems to have the guts to do it, so I will. I’ll talk to her.”

With that, Mina approached Y/N with a determined stride. Y/N looked up from her book, her expression serene as Mina came closer.

“Hey girl! What are you reading?” Mina asked with a friendly smile, trying to break the ice.

Y/N glanced up, her eyes meeting Mina’s. “It’s a book about butterflies. It’s a bit of an escape for me.”

The girls, sensing Mina’s lead, began to gravitate towards Y/N. Their initial wariness started to wane as they joined in the conversation, each taking turns to ask questions and share their thoughts.

As they chatted about various topics, Y/N’s gentle demeanor and openness helped ease the tension. The discussion soon became more relaxed and engaging. The guys, initially hesitant, eventually joined the group, drawn by the easing atmosphere and the genuine curiosity about Y/N.

Eventually, the conversation turned to more personal matters. “Is your family really going to be okay?” Kaminari asked, concern evident in their voice.

Y/N looked up, her eyes softening. “Thank you for asking. They’re safe now, far away from the League’s reach. I appreciate your concern. It means a lot to me.”

The sincerity in her voice and the warmth of her smile seemed to ease the remaining doubts. The class started to see her not just as a former villain but as a person who had been through a lot and was now trying to find a place where she could feel safe.

Mina gave a reassuring smile and nodded to her friends. “See? She’s just like us, trying to do what’s right.”

Izuku, watching the scene unfold, felt a surge of relief. It was a small but significant step toward understanding and acceptance. As Y/N continued to talk and share her story, it became clear that while trust would take time, the walls between them were starting to come down.

As the night wore on, the students of Class 1-A began to see Y/N in a new light. What had started as a cautious observation had evolved into tentative camaraderie, and with each passing moment, the possibility of forging new bonds seemed a little more real.

The atmosphere in the common room had relaxed considerably. As the initial apprehension faded, the students of Class 1-A, led by Mina, started to engage Y/N in light-hearted conversation. The initial formalities had given way to genuine curiosity.

“So,” Jirou began, leaning casually against the back of the couch where Y/N was seated, “what do villains do when they’re not out being evil?”

Y/N looked up from her book, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. “Well, we do have down time, just like everyone else. Some of us read, train, or work on personal projects. It’s not all about plotting world domination, you know.”

The girls exchanged amused glances. “What kinds of things do you like to do?” Uraraka asked, her curiosity piqued.

Y/N thought for a moment before replying, “I enjoy reading, as you can see. I also like gardening when I have the chance. It’s surprisingly therapeutic.”

“Gardening?” Momo asked, her interest clearly sparked. “That’s unexpected for a villain.”

Y/N nodded. “It’s a peaceful activity. It helps me clear my mind. Plus, it’s nice to see something grow and flourish.”

Kirishima, who had joined the conversation, grinned. “So, do villains have hobbies that are just as surprising as gardening?”

Y/N nodded. “Absolutely. Some of us have very mundane hobbies. It’s a way to balance out the more intense aspects of our lives. We all need something to keep us grounded.”

The conversation continued, with the girls asking more about Y/N’s interests and daily life. “What about when you were with the League?” Mina asked. “Did you have any other hobbies?”

Y/N smiled. “I did. I used to bake a lot, actually. It’s funny, but baking was a way for me to unwind. I used to make treats for everyone.”

The girls were visibly intrigued. “Baking? That’s really sweet!” Uraraka said with a warm smile.

Y/N nodded, her cheeks tinged with a light blush. “It was something I enjoyed, and it was a nice way to connect with others, even if the circumstances weren’t ideal.”

As the conversation flowed, the girls found themselves more at ease with Y/N. Her openness about her hobbies and interests made her seem more relatable and less like a villain. They laughed and shared stories, finding common ground despite their different backgrounds.

In that moment, the boundaries between them began to blur. Y/N was no longer just the former villain who had joined their dorms under unusual circumstances. She was someone with her own passions, fears, and dreams, and the students of Class 1-A were starting to see her as a person rather than just an enemy.

The next morning in the dorms, the usual calm routine was abruptly shattered. An intruder alarm blared through the building, causing students to scramble. Panic spread as Class 1-A members rushed to the common room, where the commotion had started.

Bakugou and some of the others were already there, confronting two unwelcome visitors. Dabi and Toga stood defiantly in the middle of the room, their presence creating an atmosphere of tense hostility. “Where’s Y/N?” Dabi demanded, his voice dripping with menace. “We know she’s here. Where are you hiding her?”

The students, caught off guard, were at a loss. “Y/N isn’t here!” Uraraka shouted, trying to reason with them. “She’s not part of this!”

Despite their protests, the villains were unrelenting. Some students scrambled to contact Aizawa and the other heroes while others tried to hold off the intruders. The room was filled with a cacophony of alarmed voices and frantic movement.

Amid the chaos, the fight broke out. Dabi and Toga began attacking the students, and Izuku was barely able to dodge Dabi’s flames. The situation seemed dire until, from the corner of the room, shadows began to twist and coil.

Y/N emerged from the darkness with a fierce determination in her eyes. “Enough!” she commanded, her voice cutting through the chaos. Shadows wrapped around Dabi and Toga, binding them tightly.

“Y/N?” Izuku’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Dabi and Toga struggled against their restraints, with Toga’s face lighting up upon seeing Y/N. “Y/N! You’re here!” she exclaimed, a strange mixture of joy and confusion in her voice. “When are you coming back to us?”

Y/N’s expression hardened. “I’m not coming back,” she said coldly. “I’ve severed ties with the League. If you don’t turn back now, things will get worse.”

Dabi sneered, “So you’ve become a traitor then?” He glared at her with contempt. “Is that why you’re protecting these heroes?”

“Call me what you want,” Y/N replied, her voice laced with venom. “But I won’t let you harm them. Leave now, or face the consequences.”

With that, the battle resumed with renewed intensity. The room was a flurry of activity as Y/N fought fiercely against her former allies. Bakugou, fueled by his determination to protect his friends, charged in with explosive force, throwing himself into the fray. His attacks were relentless as he assisted Y/N. “Why the hell are you guys just watching? Help her!” he roared at his classmates.

The combined efforts of Class 1-A proved effective. With teamwork and perseverance, they managed to subdue Dabi and Toga, binding them securely to chairs. The heroes and Aizawa arrived just in time to take over the situation.

Aizawa surveyed the scene with a mixture of relief and approval. “Good job, everyone,” he said, his gaze resting on Y/N. “I’m impressed by how you handled the situation. You’ve proven yourself.”

Y/N nodded, her expression softening slightly. “Thank you. I’m just doing what I can to make up for my past.”

The students watched in awe as the heroes took over, dealing with the captured villains. The immediate threat was neutralized, and the dorms would be safe once more.

“Hey Y/n. I know we didn’t exactly have the best.. uhhh.. journey with you back then. But we are all ready to accept you with opened arms and help you in your new journey of redemption.” Momo speaks out hesitantly with a reassuring smile.

“Yeah! Plus you totally saved us there and you’re really skilled with your quirk! We think you’d make a great hero!” Hagakure squealed enthusiastically.

“Well.. I personally did doubt you at first, but now I’m convinced that you’d make a great addition to our class.” Kirishima shyly admits with a hand rubbing the back of his head.

“And I’d love to bake with you sometime!” Uraraka smiled warmly.

“Yeah yeah.. What they said.” Bakugou scoffed but everyone was pretty sure he was trying to say he agrees.

Aizawa watched beside Y/n with a smile tucked underneath his scarf.

“Thank you everyone. You’ve accepted me with open arms and I won’t let you down.” Y/n smiled tiredly. Her eyes darted over to Aoyama, his trembling figure looked at her with guilty eyes. She just nods at him as he huffs in relief.

Aizawa then puts a hand to her shoulder.

“Kid. You did great. I’ll speak to you tomorrow again.” Aizawa says and takes his leave.

“Sooooooo— Now that is over with. Y/n, join us for a girls night!” Mina chirps, immediately pulling y/n. The girls follow behind and head to one of their rooms.

“Let’s bake cookies too!” Uraraka’s voice exclaims as they hurried away.

“Let’s talk about boys!” Hagakure’s descending voice squeaked.

“I have a great playlist for tonight!” Jirou adds while already heading down the hallway.

“Hey can we join too???” Kaminari yells from afar and tries to catch up. “Come on! Let’s join them!” Kirishima says while dragging Bakugou and Sero.

“I too would like to participate. Let’s go Midoriya, Todoroki.” Iida follows.

The rest of the students end up following after, even Tokoyami surprisingly wanted to have shadow talk with the girl.

Izuku smiles widely. He was content and relaxed. “Midoriya are you coming?” Todoroki asks the boy beside him. “Yeah, let’s go.” he replies. His heart no longer carries the weight of the world.

Later that night, Izuku found himself alone in his room, his thoughts swirling around the day’s events. He felt a deep sense of pride and admiration for Y/N, who had risked so much to protect them. As he sat on his bed, the door creaked open, and Y/N stepped in, her presence both calming and comforting.

She smiled softly as she approached him. “I wanted to check in on you,” she said, her voice gentle. The exhaustion from the day seemed to have melted away, replaced by a serene calm.

Izuku's heart swelled as he looked at her. “You were incredible today,” he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “I’m so proud of you. You’re truly my hero.”

Y/N’s eyes brightened at his words, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Thank you, Izuku. It means a lot to hear that.”

As the room fell into a comfortable silence, Izuku took a step closer, his gaze never leaving hers. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “You’re amazing,” he repeated, his voice soft.

Y/N’s heart raced, the proximity making the moment feel even more intimate. She leaned in, and Izuku followed suit, their faces drawing closer. Just as their lips were about to meet, the soft, warm sensation of their kiss enveloped them, and the world outside seemed to fade away.

The kiss was tender and filled with unspoken words, a culmination of their feelings for each other. When they finally pulled away, both were smiling, their foreheads resting gently against each other.

Izuku held her close, his hand resting on the small of her back. “I never thought I’d feel this way,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I’m glad it’s with you.”

Y/N smiled, her eyes filled with warmth. “Me too,” she said softly.

They stayed in each other’s arms, content and at peace, knowing that they had each other to lean on in the days to come.

[scekrex]

I’ve had this idea for a while and I like your writing so I figured Id ask you! If you don’t like it, please feel free to ignore!! Can we get Lucifer’s reaction to sinner!Adam being with someone who seems to genuinely love and care for him. I always kinda saw Lilith and Eve as people who wasn’t into the idea of being with Adam in a serious manner (Lilith a lot more than Eve) which is why they turned to Lucifer.

I just find the idea of Lucifer seeing someone genuinely care for Adam more than any of Adam’s past lovers really fun. Like, would he be low-key jealous? Would he be happy for Adam (as much as he definitely would not admit it)

I also would find it funny of what Lucifer would think to Adam dating a guy. The first man, progenitor of humanity, Mr. everyone came from these nuts himself, discovering he’s bi waaaay too late into his after-life, and after he becomes a SINNER no less! I can’t help but chuckle about it

Have a nice rest of your day!! ❤️❤️

Okay so this turned into some Adam x male!reader n Lucifer being jealous over reader. Basically one-sided adamsapple. Hope you enjoy, xoxo/p

Part 2

Maybe you can call me Eve, standing here under the forbidden tree

pairing: one-sided adamsapple/Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

It was a little weird, that the devil had to admit, it was a little weird to see Adam so happy, so relaxed, so lovingly. Ever since the former angel had arrived in hell after Alastor's little demon girl friend had ended him he had been even worse than before. He had constantly insulted the residents of the hotel, whenever there had been the possibility to pick a fight with Charlie, Adam had done exactly that.

And it made Lucifer feel strange.

Adam was laying on the couch, you were laying on top of him - chest to chest - his guitar was gently placed on your back as he played for you. Has Adam ever played for anyone but himself? Lucifer certainly didn't think so. Sure, he had played concerts in heaven, but he had mainly played for himself, for his own entertainment, so that people listened to him had just been a nice bonus. But actively played for someone? No.

And your curious, loving eyes were watching his every move, an adoring smile was on your lips and Lucifer's heart felt heavy at the view. The thought was small but it bloomed in him, the thought that this could have been him, that he could be the one laying on Adam's chest while the first man played for Lucifer instead of a random sinner. It wasn't fair, but Lucifer had already known that. Life - or afterlife - never played fair. Never.

“Dad?” Charlie's soft voice made him tear his eyes from the scene, her hand came up to rest on his shoulder. “Are you-” she interrupted herself as soon as she spotted you and Adam and a small sigh escaped her.

Adam played the last chord and then proudly looked down on you, a cocky smile on his lips as you placed a small kiss on his stubbled chin. One of your hands moved to ruffle through his hair and Lucifer suddenly remembered Eden, back when it had been just Adam. Just him and Adam. Those times were long gone though, and the devil knew it, he knew that what they had back then would never return, especially now that Adam had you.

He was thankful that Adam had finally found someone, that he wasn't feeling as miserable anymore and that he actually seemed to try and redeem himself. And yet Lucifer couldn't bring himself to be happy for the first man, not when the person laying on his chest was you instead of him.

The fact that Adam was dating a guy didn't make it easier to deal with though. If you were a girl it would be different for Lucifer, that way he could trick his brain into believing that Adam was straight, that he had no chance anyway. But you weren't a girl and Adam wasn't straight. The possibility had been there, the possibility had been right in his damn hands back in Eden. The bond he and Adam had back then had been special, it had been a connection Lucifer had never felt again in that way. Yet Adam had always denied being queer once his soul arrived in heaven. The image of him kissing your forehead so softly however shed new light on it, Adam didn't deny being bi anymore, he had grown comfortable with it actually. The credit for that went to Angel Dust.

Why you? Why not him? That's a thought that constantly occupied Lucifer's mind. What did you have that he hadn't? The devil didn't know.

Charlie's hand squeezed his shoulder apologetic, she knew. Of course she knew, Lucifer had told her himself after all. He had told her about Eden, back when Adam had been the sweetest creation of God's, right after ducks, that was. A thing Adam had named. Adam had named most of the things, if Lucifer was being honest with himself, it had been his job after all. But when Adam had named ducks, Lucifer had been there, he had been with Adam when the first man had spotted a duck for the first time.

Oh how bittersweet that tasted now.

You looked over, spotting the devil and his daughter as you happily waved them over, Adam simply rolled his eyes in annoyance but remained quiet.

Lucifer tensed up, Charlie however led him over to the two of you.

Oh fuck him.

[kurosstuff]

For the event 🦇

Lute x Vampire! Girlfriend!reader where the reader is incredibly famished due to not having any blood to drink for a longggg time.

Lute being the amazing gf she is steps up and offers reader to drink hers! Reader is incredibly hesitant tho cuz she doesn't want to hurt Lute. However she eventually agrees to feed from her. (Maybe gold blood taste different from red). Lute praising her the whole while for being strong and patient even tho she'd been starved. <3

I imagine it would be an incredibly intimate and fluffy moment due to the trust required

Oo this is a really good idea- ima make it q headcanon this time around, though~ I hope you don't mind? +longish drabble

Warning(s): vampire stuff, some angst, reader doesn't take care of themself very well, Lute is soft, the end kinda got dark? Idk

Lute x vampire!f!reader: feeding headcanons

Being a vampire and dating an angel? How the hell did that even happen? Technically speaking, you'd have to have been a demon- who was redeemed EVEN BEFORE lute even considered dating you-

Like. Ofc it's lute she's a bitch to all demons(and deep down she may view your vampire side as the remaining sin of being a demon even now) but. She loves you- so she'll Over look it

Ofc like an amazing lover- she takes care of your feedings ensuring your eating properly- even reminding you at times.

"Little bat" lute grumbled seeing the undrinken hotel of donated blood in your fridge cause she REFUSEF to allow it in the normal one. "Come and eat or no damn cuddles.. or kisses"

Hearing youe running, she hummed, smirking. Worked every time.

Of course there will be times she forgets to remind you.

Never on purpose no- she's a busy woman. She tends to over work(alot) but she tries-

For you she tries to take breaks more often which..isn't much but by her standards it is- its her attempt at it

She'll spend hours if not if neither of you are careful. Days training even more if execution day is coming.

Then she forgets to prepare your drinks- aware you hate it. Hate being reminded of what you are. So she does it instead- she knows you can yourself-

But ita her way of saying she loves you through actions

Execution day sucks. It's exhausting- the aftermath is never fun. Lute was in an even more sour mood which. Didn't help.

She didn't get a kiss nor hug. She tried to remember- did she forget something? A date? A anniversary? A holiday?

Shes done those often. Never on purpose. But her work- her training distracted her

Walking into the house, she blinked. It was quiet. Too quiet. To dark. Sighing, she put her mask on the table, going to the one place you went when upset. Your shared bedroom. On the way she prepared an apology- for.. whatever she must have done

"Babe?"

Nothing but completely silence answered her back. Frowning she walked into your shared room seeing you curled in your shared bed. Shaking. Frowning deeply she moved sitting beside you- quiet as she rubbed your arm

She knew what this meant. She knew that tense movement. Experienced it herself. Knows why you starve yourself. Even more from being a redeemed soul.

God, does she hate it. When you get like this.

"How long?" She spoke softly, watching you shakily lift three fingers. Taking a deep sigh, she hummed "weeks?' A nod. Rubbing your arm, she hummed. "Come on. Let's get you some fresh food. Tugging you onto her lap gently. Knowing talking at this moment hurt you. So she took up most of the talking. Making sure what she asked would be easy to answer back for you. Seeing your confused face made her smirk amused.

"Eat."

Tugging her shirt open, brushing her hair to the side, seeing your expression made her chuckle smirking "babe you drank from me before~ you can again, no?" You shook your head

"Will- will hurt-"

"Dove.. don't talk for me ok? Be a good girl and drink. You need to drink- to feed- I'll stop you if need be ok?" That was all you needed as you sunk your fangs into her. And began to drink.

"That's a good girl~" she praised, trying to hide her wince from you

Everytime without fail as she allows you to feed off her. She knows how you get- how rich her angel blood is. She has been warned to be careful

She is. She takes the precaution that even though you have control of yourself. It isn't always the case- sometimes you attempt to get more then what you need- take more

Your addicted to her blood

And she knows it.

And she knows how down right dangerous that is- but she's a good mate. She'll feed you in anyway to ensure your survival.

And if not yours. Then, any poor soul you decide is your next meal. Your her responsibility just as she is yours

[penofwildfire]

I hope Jordana gets redeemed but she's severely fucked up about it. Did permanent damage to her mind and body with dark magic and fighting and the Ninja take her in when she's shivering and barely responsive and feels completely broken and helpless. Can barely take care of herself anymore and for once everyone sees her as a teenage girl instead of a dangerous enemy. She's a total wreck and she's a little bitter about having to accept her enemy's hospitality but it's all she can do and deep down she's grateful that somebody does care.

[sserajeans]

i'm a chef

kang haerin x fem! reader

synopsis: minji left haerin and y/n (mostly y/n) in charge of food for the group's mini new year celebration, and y/n just wanted to give her girlfriend a chance to redeem herself.

others + genre: fluff, established relationship that the members know about, 6th member reader, y/n kinda the designated chef of newji, like shes so good she puts hanni to shame

notes: requested!, kinda proof read, hope this was what you had in mind!!

"and don't burn the dorm down!"

you sighed. you liked the idea of being alone with haerin for a while. she was always more open that way, but having to cook a meal for all 6 of you alone while she sits and looks pretty for your moral support? the rest of the members went out for last minute shopping and cake-buying, leaving you and haerin to prepare dinner.

despite being together for almost a year now (yes you got together predebut), you've never found yourself in a cooking situation with haerin. you preferred working with hanni, not that your girlfriend minded anyways, she avoided kitchen duty with her life.

but haerin's cooking can't be that bad.... right?

"unnie said you can fry eggs at best." haerin shot a glare your way while rinsing the vegetables you picked out from the dorm's fridge.

"okay sorry! you can't blame me though... you don't help me out when i cook." you held your hands up in the air as you kneeled to pick out the raw chicken from the freezer.

"you make me sound like a bad girlfriend..." the cat-eyed girl muttered, turning the sink's faucet off once the bowl of vegetables was full of water.

you chuckled and crept up behind her, whispering "well you're helping me now, aren't you?" as you reached for the kitchen knife in the drawer beside her. a light blush grew on her face from the proximity as well.

"besides, you always seem to have bathroom troubles whenever i ask for help."

the side comment sent haerin and you bursting into laughter. she left the bowl of dry and now-rinsed vegetables beside you as instructed. you refused to let her help with the chopping in fear she'd get hurt, especially since she wasn't used to preparing the dish you were making.

"anything else you need me to do?"

"can you preheat the oven? there should be instructions on my phone."

she nodded and skipped to the living room where you left your phone charging by the tv set. after spending a solid minute staring at your lockscreen (a photo of her that you took from a night walk when you guys were filming in spain), she typed in your password and briefly read the instructions before placing it back down.

after turning knobs on the oven that haerin hoped were the right ones, she sat on one of the countertop's chairs and pulled out her phone, taking what seemed like a million candid photos of you chopping vegetables.

"hey i didn't know paparazzi made it in the dorms!" you looked up with a wide smile after chopping the the last potato. you playfully reached over to cover her camera, by which she fought back by leaning over side to side as quick as she could.

the little chasing game had the couple giggling endlessly before you got tired and gave up, muttering a "you win". you walked around the counter and leaned on haerin's back, head on her right shoulder and arms loosely wrapped around her waist.

you watched intently as your girlfriend opened twitter with the group account.

"yah don't post the video....." haerin began giggling again, pretending to not have heard you as she began composing a caption on the tweet.

"baby please omg..." you faced her side profile as she still seemed like she wasn't going to budge. "please i can't have tokkis thinking i'm a loser.."

your plead turned only into a caption idea as she began typing "BREAKING NEWS: our cool y/n is a loser" on the tweet.

"baby that's so funny.... haha you know what else is funny? you picking the films.... for our movie nights next month haha.... ha.." your arms' grip around her waist grew tighter as you began showering her whole head, and i mean, whole head with kisses in between your sentences.

haerin was now laughing uncontrollably, typing the "#해린 #YN #뉴진스" tags on the tweet and attaching the video she just took. in between laughter, she managed to let out a "sorry pretty... it was too funny not to share."

you stumbled over to the couch and threw yourself on it face first, mumbling about how your cool girl image was over and that you'll never be the same again. this went on for a solid minute before you stood up and walked back to the kitchen, remembering the task your leader left you with in the first place.

"you were able to preheat the oven a while ago right?"

"yeah. the knobs dont go all the way to 600 though so i just left it at the highest possible."

"....600?"

"like the instructions?"

well fuck.

you ran back to your now fully charged phone, unlocking it quickly and reading through the instructions. after confirming the information, you ran back to the oven and twisted the knob to 250, like how it should've been.

a sigh of relief escaped your lips as you slowly walked back to your confused girlfriend. "rinnie... it didn't even say 600 it said 60."

haerin looked at you with a mix of amusement, remorse, and shock. "oh...."

you rolled your eyes playfully before leaning over and kissing her cheek. "yeah. oh."

the two of you shared another couple of minutes laughing at what just happened, and how you both almost actually burned the dorm down. she leaned her head on your shoulder as you fiddled with the ends of her hair, slowly dropping another kiss on her forehead.

"you're never going near the stove and oven again."

"i'm not saying i'm not complaining, but... yeah i'm not complaining."

later that night hyein bursted through the dorms asking why "haeyn" was trending all over twitter. haerin giggled while you read through tweets under the tag, coming across the follow up tweet you didn't see haerin post as well.

[lutewife]

Hazbin Hotel reacts to...

Part 1:

A Lively Reader

Warnings: Cannibalism mentioned in Alastor's part, but overall it's pure fluff and crack. Notes: Had so much fun writing it, esp on Alastor's part haha! Also it reminded me of those gacha life reaction videos… If you know you know 😂 Dunno if I did it right, though, kind of looks like headcanons to me, but enjoy nevertheless! Oh, and I tried to write it gender neutral, hope you don't mind. This will be two parts, since it's easier for me to do it like that.

Charlie's probably the easiest one.

She is so, SO happy to have new residents, regardless of how they behave or look.

The first thing that will stand out to her, though is your colourful personality.

You match her energy? That surely is something new to this girl, but she absolutely doesn't mind. In fact, she is more than happy to have someone like that in the hotel.

If you are actually interested in redemption, EVEN BETTER. I think this lil' gal would literally burst with joy.

Would ask you lots of questions about the human world and listen with curiosity, since she didn't have a chance to be a human herself.

She'll probably recruit you to help her with hotel stuff, making an use of your lively personality to encourage potential residents to stay at the hotel, if you want.

Doesn't think much of your style, but she likes the variety of colours. It seems very refreshing to her.

About you liking physical touch: she will gladly let you hug her or something, she'll reciprocate happily. She really likes how your fur feels too!

Your relationship with your friend reminds her of hers with Vaggie a little.

I can actually see you becoming good friends!

Now, Vaggie probably likes you, because her girlfriend likes you, at first, let's be real haha

The first thing that will stand out to her is your looks. In her mind, it tells a lot about people. And you made a really friendly impression, despite sharing looks with a tiger, which is a generally dangerous animal.

But you are far from dangerous and that's what she likes about you.

At first, her and Charlie will be hesitant to allow you and your friend to go out much, because they are scared of you getting into trouble, since you just arrived at hell and aren't used to rules prevailing there, but eventually they will stop babying you two.

If she sees someone being mean or potentially trying to hurt you, she'll step in and protect you, mainly for Charlie's sake.

She doesn't want any new residents getting killed even before the chance to get redeemed.

Will probably get a little jealous if you're getting physical with Charlie, but if you gain her trust, she'll stop.

If you want to hug her, she'll accept, although she isn't that much of a touchy person as Charlie is.

Thinks your style is an eye-strain, but won't tell you that EVER. She believes that everyone should dress how they want.

Just like Charlie, your relationship with your friend reminds her of their dynamic.

Let's be honest, Alastor is an enigma when it comes to people.

You cannot immediately see what he thinks based on his reactions or expression.

I think that the first thing he would notice about you is your smile, if you actually are smiling. He appreciates people that wear it frequently. Otherwise he wouldn't care.

Just as he does to every resident: he would pity you and your friend. He also isn't so fond of new sinners and you aren't an exception.

Would probably warm up to you if you're cheerful. You might annoy him if you're too noisy, though.

As a jerk that he is, he would probably try to bullshit you into thinking some random untrue stuff about hell.

"Yes, my dear. Here in hell, we don't eat anything except our victim's flesh."

You would believe him and be scared shitless.

Charlie reassures you he was only making fun of you and scolds him afterwards, though.

He would absolutely not allow you to touch him. If you'd be trying to hug him, he'll probably step away from you, making you fall on your face. (I'm so sorry for this part, I needed to write it, it was just too funny HAHAHAH)

As for you and your friend's relationship, he couldn't care less. He thinks you're equal to each other.

Okay, now Husk's reaction is…

Nonexistent.

The first thing he would notice is that you're… Oh you're a tiger demon. He would raise his stupidly large eyebrow at this. Overall not much of a reaction. Wouldn't even say hi to you.

At first he wouldn't be a fan of your lively attitude, since he can't match your level of enthusiasm. But I mean I guess he'd think that's good for you.

After some time, though, he would warm up to you, since you're relatively friendly. Wouldn't mind hearing you yap for hours at the bar. He's used to it.

If you grow on him, he might start getting overprotective with you, especially when around Alastor.

He doesn't want you to end up like him, especially if you don't know what you're doing, yet.

(Alastor might purposely anger him by getting closer to you.)

He isn't a big fan of physical touch, either. If you hug him, he might get startled at first, but wouldn't mind. He won't hug you back, though.

Probably thinks your style is an eyesore like Vaggie, but wouldn't tell you, too. I mean he's not exactly the right person to judge.

Out of you two, he can relate to your friend most. Doesn't think of your dynamic that much.

Oh god this little gremlin…/a

Her first impression of you would probably be that you brought too much dirt after yourself.

Couldn't care less about where you come from, how you look and act if you're not a handsome bad boy.

At least at first.

Would notice you and your lively attitude if you respond to her chaotic behaviour positively.

You two would be an iconic, hyperactive duo. Charlie and Vaggie would literally have to stop you two from your shenanigans.

She would climb up your head or your shoulder randomly.

Would probably chomp your hand if you tried to hug her, but then give you the best small hug ever.

Loves your choice of clothing so much that when she cleans, she might steal your shirt and use it as a dress.

Okay, this guy is absolutely unhinged, as we know...

The first thing he notices is your fur, he thinks it's really nice and would probably try to pet you.

Will probably jokingly flirt with you at first. 

Would actually pity you and your friend, but it's not the same pity as Alastor's, he genuinely feels bad for you two, because he knows how terrifying it is to feel out of place in hell. You might do some things you're gonna regret for the rest of your afterlife...

That's why he silently assures you're not going near Val or the other V's, EVER.

Especially considering your friendly personality.

He likes that you're very lively, at least there is someone in this place with whom he can cause mischief and annoy the shit out of every resident.

Would try to annoy you, but fail miserably, and you probably end up annoying him instead. (Don't worry he still likes you)

Absolutely ADORES your sense of style, probably dresses you up and goes shopping for clothes with you.

He loves physical touch too! Would randomly lean on you or pat you on the head. If you try to hug him, he'll happily oblige and you'll get the absolute best hug ever. Out of everyone in the hotel, he is the best hugger, you can't tell me otherwise haha

Overall I can see that you'll get along pretty well!

Add. Notes: Hope you liked these little headcanons slash reactions idk what this is anymore, but yeah! If you enjoyed, don't be shy, repost and let me know in the comments, they are greatly appreciated! See you in the next one, darlings 🫶

[litiyerses]

calypso having an emotion-centered character and being viewed & getting treated as the ‘evil woman’ is actually a reflection of how every woman's emotions are villainized when they’re shown vividly and are a main part of their character in popular media.

in general media and riordanverse specifically, women with emotions are always looked down upon because showing emotions is regarded as a dramatic act so when a female character shows and acts on their emotiotions they get degraded and instantly despised because of it. this is done with every single female character while male characters who show emotion are treated like saints and found worthy of self redemption. this happened with annabeth when she didn’t want to believe luke was the bad guy and wanted to try bring him back because she was manipulated by him her entire life, meanwhile luke, who did batshit crimes like causing hundreds of innocent deaths, manipulating little girls by flirting with them, admitting his crush to a 16 year-old at his ripe age of 23, is remembered as a hero and considered ‘redeemed himself’ after sacrificing himself while annabeth was called insufferable when she didn’t believe he was evil in the first place. let’s not forget piper, who’s a lesbian that was forced into a relationship with a man by a goddess and thought she was in the wrong for not feeling right with jason. during the entire relationship she was experiencing a very hard comphet and couldn’t figure herself out because of the fake memories, everybody was bashing her when she was acting confused, when she was, in fact confused. i have a longer post about this specific topic, so if you guys wanna check it out it’s right here. 

 coming back to calypso, first we need to clear out the misconceptions about her curse on percy that affected annabeth. she wasn't blind nor was personally attacking annabeth, her curse was to make someone feel like how she was feeling all time and that’s why percy and annabeth couldn’t reach out to one another while being right next to each other. annabeth’s blindness came from the titan she defeated in the sea of monsters and is actually the first curse to be put by the arai on them, so it has nothing to do with calypso. the curse was affecting annabeth because she happened to be the person percy loved and was right next to him. if percy was there alone either percy would feel alone and abandoned or the curse wouldn’t affect him at all, since there’s no person he can go back to save. and the curse itself wasn’t even a death wish type of curse she just wanted to be heard, be acknowledged and wanted free off her island. not to forget the curse wasn't harming or killing any of them yet it’s still demonized more than by literally every other thing that happened in the books. nothing luke has ever done is seen as evil as her curse just because it was by her and i’m pretty positive if something like this was shown in pjo by luke it would be glossed over and romanticized in the fandom. further proof of how a male character's actions get brushed off and forgiven easily but soon a female character does something even slightly questionable they get villainized on the spot.

she is also despised because she doesn't let everyone's favorite man get away with his misogynistic stuff. calypso doesn't treat leo any worse than he treats her. whenever she starts arguing it is a response to something leo has said or done, which in the most case she's in the right but leo gets so much slack from his past and being fandom favorite to be held accountable for the way he treats people. he's always been written as a misogynist, he never treated any women with any respect. he always had some sort of disrespect for every female character he seems have some sort of closure with like piper, hazel, calypso, the list goes on, but yet calypso is always expected to be more 'tolerable and understanding' bc of his trauma, as if every single character in the series isn't written upon a single trauma they had and have their character built on it. and he always had a problem dealing with others and their emotions and instead of expecting him to be working to change that, calypso is expected to adjust his manners.

oddly enough, she's also expected to show some gratitude towards leo for saving her, when she never asked him to do so and not for a second believed that he was actually going to come back when he said he would. is she grateful that he came back and freed her? yes. should she feel any obligations to make him feel greater because of it? NO. everything leo did for calypso was his and only his choice and nobody else's. calypso is happy that he did so, but expecting her to tolarate every single thing he does solely because of that is wrong.

[abbyromanoff]

I'd like to request subby Nat x reader smut please ☺

Done For

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word count: 1453

Warnings: smut, bondage, daddy kink, bottom!Nat, vibrators, fingering, mentions of face-riding, punishments, pet names, small pet play, edging, mentions of overstimulation, breast play, think that’s it!

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“C’mon, doll, you can do it.” You said, watching as the redhead withered and shook beneath you. Her arms were tied to the headboard and her legs were kept spread out on your shoulders. She was nearly squeezing your head with her strong yet chubby thighs.

“No, I- ah! Daddy, I can’t anymore!” She whined out, her stomach hurting with how badly she needed to cum.

“You should’ve thought of that before you decided to act out in front of everyone.” You said, continuing to tease the vibrator up and down her folds before pressing it down on her pulsing clit.

You two had gone to the store earlier in hopes of finding a few quick groceries for the dinner you had planned, but Nat wasn’t listening. At first, she was compliant, begging to go to the store with you and prancing around while holding onto your hand. That was until she saw it, her favorite aisle, the teddy bear aisle. She went off, releasing her hand from your hold and running over to the large pen of stuffies in the middle of the lane. She grabbed them all, not seeming to recognize your annoyed face from when she latched off of you.

“Please?! Look at how cute he is!” She showed the polar bear teddy in your face before placing it gently in the cart, not wanting to hurt the object. You tried calming yourself before answering her by taking a deep breath and grabbing the plush, placing it back in the bin, and watching as her face fell.

“Don’t you think you have enough, sweetheart?” You ran your hands over her cheek, smiling at her adorable pout. That was until she snatched your hand and threw it off of her face.

“But I want this one!” She was starting to draw a few wandering eyes and you smiled apologetically to them before they returned their attention to whatever was at their hands.

“Nat, you better lower your voice and lose that attitude.” She grabbed the teddy once more and placed it in the cart with a scowl your way. You widened your eyes at her newfound behavior, she was never one to act out, usually being considered an angel by many including you.

“If you put this back and get rid of that face, I won’t be so mean when we get home, got it?” She didn’t listen, only crossing her arms over her chest and sending you glares.

“Don’t make me count to three, Natasha.” That made her stance loosen up a bit. You never called her by her full name, not even when she was being punished. She knew she fucked up, but now it was too late to redeem herself.

“1.” She didn’t move.

“2.” Only a small flinch came out of her face when your sharp voice hit her eardrums.

“3.” Fuck. That was it. No more chances, no more playing nice, she was done for.

“Such a stupid little girl. Here I was planning to reward you for being such a good pet, I was even considering getting you that stuffed animal. That was until you ruined it.” Moans were pouring out of her at lightning speed. Anytime she tried to muster something out it was to be interrupted by her alluring voice.

“Pl- ugh! Please, Daddy. I won’t do it again, I swear!” The vibrator was at the highest setting at this point. It was like you knew her body better than she did. You knew exactly when to lower it and exactly when to increase the buzzing speed.

“And how can I believe you, Natty? You told me that if I let you go to the store with me that you’d be good, and you broke that promise as well. You think I can trust you now, hm?” She shook her head, trying to force herself away from the toy but wanting nothing more than to chase after it. Her arms were aching with how long she had been stuck in this position, forced not to cum all because you had said so. She’d do anything you asked, but she was near breaking point.

“I’m sorry, Daddy, I really am!”

“That’s it? Where’d my tough little girl back at the store go?” She winced at your words, the wetness only growing from the harsh and degrading words you let out.

“Aww, does that make you all wet and sticky, honey? It’s alright, Daddy’s almost done.” The only thing on her mind was you and it was not helping her with holding back. She wanted to release right then and there, but she knew it would only pull her into a deeper hole that she already dug for herself. Maybe you’d bend her over your lap, make her count as you spanked her until her ass was red. Maybe you’d blindfold her and use her over and over, successfully overstimulating her on end. Or maybe you’d sit at the end of the bed, keeping her tied up as you played with yourself. The vibrator currently being used on her would be replaced by your cunt. Watching as you finish without her, showing she has no use to you.

“Tell me what’s on your mind, love.” You noticed her distracted state and couldn’t help but be curious. There was a small sense of worry in your tone, but you played it off well.

“You..” She whispered, her voice ending up being too high-pitched due to the moan her mouth let out, which led you to hear her oh so well.

“Oh, you’re so sweet, doll. Tell me what it is about me that has you so distracted, Nat.” Your fingers found place on her breasts, pinching and tweaking the hardened buds as she twitched.

“Daddy, it hurts.” You only chuckled dryly, enjoying the way her cheeks were red with tears.

“But you’re just so, so pretty when you cry, pretty girl.” You asked her once more to tell you what she was thinking and she knew she had to listen if she wanted to ever get to cum.

“I-I was thinking about you and how you’d handle me.” Her voice wavered the more she spoke.

“Oh? And how exactly would I handle you?” You noticed how close she was getting, turning down the setting of the toy and watching as she cried out even more. You took your thumb and wiped her tears before returning it to her nipples and smearing the wetness over them both, a small glow illuminating from the watery substance.

“The longer you take to answer me, the longer I make you wait to cum.”

“I’m sorry! I was thinking about you punishing me, and how rough you’d- ah! How rough you’d be with your little girl.” She bit down on her lip, nearly drawing blood.

“Yeah? You like when Daddy’s rough? You like being my little whore, just desperate for anything I could give you?” She nodded quickly, feeling the toy's speed increase as you continued your teasing to her breasts. You lowered your head to her chest and took one nipple in your mouth, keeping eye contact with her while she panted heavily.

“Maybe I should just,” You spoke, pecking her bud once again before finishing your statement. “Ride this beautiful face of yours. Not let you cum until I do. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You reached out to stroke her cheek, speaking in a low and seductive voice. You moved your mouth to her neglected breast and repeated your actions.

“Yes! I’d love it so much, Daddy!” Your free hand went to tease her hole, the other still pressing the vibrator against her clit. You slid into her with ease, she was so wet.

“Fuck, baby, ‘could stick my whole hand in here and you’d still make it fit.” Your second finger soon joined, the two pumping in and out of her relentlessly.

“You wanna cum that badly, baby girl?”

“Y-yes! Please, I promise I’ll be good.” You couldn’t resist that adorable face of hers and gave in.

“Cum for me.” Her juices spilled onto you, coating your fingers and the toy with her release. Her head was thrown back in pleasure, her eyes closed as she was practically seeing stars. You wished your eyes could take pictures so you could capture this very moment and play it back on repeat.

“That’s it, just ride it out.” When she had finally come back to her senses, your fingers were still pumping inside of her rapidly.

“Mm, Daddy, ‘m too sore.” She wasn’t able to escape your grasp and you wouldn’t let her either.

“Oh, my dumb little pup, did you really think I’d let you off that easily?”